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I was bored and horny last Tuesday evening and logged on to Grindr to see if there was anyone of interest. I had only been online a few mins when a I got a message from a blank profile. I usually just ignore those, but this guy had already sent pix. He was a hot, hairy Hispanic guy with a fat uncut cock. His message read " Cum let me fuck you in the storage room at my work". It was a fast food chicken place when I got there. I messaged that I had arrived. He messaged back to come to the back door and knock. I did and was let in. He push/guided me to the storeroom saying for me to just drop my shorts. As I did, he was pushing his pants down and showing me his awesome cock. Long foreskin, just the kind I like, and very girthy and nice length. I dropped to my knees to suck it and he just moaned as he felt my mouth. I could taste the sweat and piss taste on the head of his cock as the skin peeled back. He said "Yeah puto, taste my sweaty, smelly cock, soon I will put it in you slutty hole". He let me suck him and get him wet while he finger my hole with some cooking oil. Then he pulled me up, turned me around and bent me over some boxes. He proceeded to push his cock in all the way in me. He powered fucked me for about twenty mins with me trying not to make any noise. All at once I felt his cock pulsing and shooting his wad in me very deep. When he was finished, he bent over my back with his cock still in me, and said " My friend I'm working with would like to fuck you too". I said ok, and he pulls out and opens the door to this older white guy who looks very redneck and lots of tatts, like he'd spent time in prison. He pulled his pants down to reveal a cock just as thick as the previous one but just a a bit longer and cut. He just pushed right in on the cum of the other guy and rode me for about ten mins before redneck guy started pounding me and cumming hard in my ass. Redneck guy pulled out and pulled his pants up without saying a word and walked out. Nico, the latino guy, came back and said " We gotta get back to work" and walked me to the door with me pulling my shorts back up and my ass leaking cum, opened the door and out I walked and back to my car feeling the wetness of my short all the way back home.

I have a friend who whores me out somewhat frequently. Usually he gets a motel room and has me blindfolded and ass up on the bed ready to take any load he finds for me. It’s a hot power dynamic since he has all the power over who gets to fuck me and I have none of that power, although he almost never turns down a man who wants to dump a load in me. Last time he wanted to try something different and instead of having me blindfolded he had me on my back with my legs tied up and invited guys over to breed me. He thought it would be hot if I could see every man that came to use me and not get to turn anyone away which I also thought was really hot. I was also instructed to thank each man for his seed which I happily did. Saw some guys I had fucked before outside of a cumpdump session which was fun. Plenty of very hot guys and most of the guys I would’ve happily fucked regardless but there were a few that I probably wouldn’t have had I been able to turn them down. I’m sure guys like this fuck me regularly when I’m blindfolded but actually seeing the men breeding me made it better. These guys weren’t like disgusting, like none of them were dirty or seemed unkempt, just not guys I found attractive. I ended up getting 18 loads which I was very happy about, not close to a new record at all but a very successful night still. Afterwards I was thinking and came to an unexpected conclusion. I’m basically a no load refused bottom anytime, but something about getting fucked and bred by guys I didn’t find attractive was so hot to me because it really made me feel like a total cumdump. I also realized that I would not have let these men fuck me if they wanted to use a condom so I wouldn’t even get a load out of it. Typically you’ll hear guys say that they’ll only fuck raw for someone they know or are really attracted to, but that doesn’t apply to me. If there’s a guy I don’t know or aren’t into, I’ll only fuck him raw so as least I get his load. I’m a no load refused bottom, not a no cock refused bottom.

Billy smiled and turned red, looking unsure. “I mean it, let’s get to know each other a little better”, I said beckoning him over and taping my lap encourage him. Then I changed my mind and gave him and instruction instead, “actually go get us both another beer son” I said directly and in such a way that he automatically got up and went to the kitchen. When he came back I was sitting forward just enough to take the beer with one hand then his hand with my other hand ushering him and giving little chance to resist and there he was sitting across my lap, his butt to the left side and his legs across mine, turned so he could look at me. I put my left arm around his waist and after I took a swig of my beer I put it down then placed my hand on his lap in a way that made it clear he was to stay. “so I’m your type huh?” I asked prompting him to speak after a few seconds of silence. The alcohol continued to keep him talkative and he said yes, that I remind him of his father and a gym teacher he liked. “oh really, your dad huh? You like the idea of your daddy having you”? Billy went red, and I reassured him it was quite normal for Gay boys to sometimes see their dad as sexy. “but I saw his cock once and its quiet small” he blurted out, “after that I didn’t really think like that about him again, I guess that’s why mine is so small too” “probably true son” I agreed “but that will make you a good bottom boy, would you like me to be your daddy?” Billy turned red and nodded yes. “If that’s true then there’s somethings you’ll need to do son… would you like to hear them?” This time he answered quite quickly and with conviction “yes sir”. I smiled and began the list, he is to call me daddy or sir. He is to do as he is told, he is to try hard to impress me, he is to learn to be the best bottom boy he can, he has to be excited by the idea of maybe getting daddies bug, he will learn to worship my cock just right, there are only two acceptable places for my cum, his mouth or ass, he is to never waste it,. Daddy makes the rules, and son tries hard to make daddy proud, and son will know he has succeeded when he has my seed in him. Son only has sex with daddy unless I say otherwise. In return my son will be taken care of, loved, kept safe and have a new family. “You’ll need to be tough enough to get through the pain of the first fuck. You’ll need to trust that daddy knows what is good for you”. I took another swig of beer… “now I gotta take a piss, you stand here and think about it a bit. If you get back in my lap when I get return, I’ll know you are interested in progression. I’m not interested in just a fuck, it’s all or nothing, understand?” Billy nodded, so I picked him up as I stood up and placed him to the side of my chair then headed to the bathroom. After I peed I grabbed a little kit from my room and brought it back with me. There he was waiting patiently for me and I knew I had him. I really hadn’t started the day or even the year thinking this is what I wanted… but I was damn pleased it was happening now. Sitting back down Billy was soon back in my lap this time one of his hands found its way inside my shirt and began to feel my hairy chest. “do you agree son?” “yes daddy” he said without hesitation and my cock jumped. My left hand slid up my new sons back drawing him close for our first kiss. He was a natural kisser and it went quickly from sweet to passionate with my tongue entering his lovely mouth. I let my right hand take his head and hold it to me as my left drifted down his back, fingers finding the waist of my shorts that were so loose on him, easily they got inside and I soon realised Billy had no underwear on. My fingers began to explore his beautiful bubble butt soon made him gasp as I grazed his virgin taint. Letting the kiss naturally end I stood him up in front of me and without words slowly stripped Billy naked without any resistance from him. Soon he was back in my lap. “you can undo the buttons on my shirt son” I instructed and he wasted no time doing so. “Now tell me on your own words what you need to do in order to become my son” Billy turned shy again, I squeezed him closer, and encouraged “you need to be able to tell your daddy son” I gave Billy a little swig from my beer and he finally found his voice. “I want to be your good boy, I want to do what you say, I want to lose my virginity to you, I want your bug, I want you to be my daddy and my family, I want to keep you satisfied daddy”. I smiled, this little Conservative Christian boy was a freak in the making, and I would make him. “OK son” I said looking at him, as I got my little bag and opened it up, showing him the lube, the pipe and the gear along with a lighter. “We’re going to start here. In a moment I’ll bring you in for a kiss and I’ll expect you to breath in what I exhale into your mouth, understand?” He nodded yes… “do you understand son?” I pushed for a proper answer. “yes sir daddy” I smiled taking the pipe, loading it and beginning to heat it, drawing a big deep breath. I put down the lighter and used that hand to draw my son in for a kiss, giving him his first taste of clouds by shot gun. After that I took a viagra from the bag and swallowed it with some beer, before repeating the puff. “this will help you to learn to service my cock properly” I explained, then repeated several times until I was sure he was feeling it and was relaxing. Then I stood him up and ushered him back to the bathroom. “but I’m already clean daddy” he said, and I told him I would teach him one more thing he must learn as a bottom… I put him in the shower, found the little attachment and gently inserted it in his little hole… “tell me when you feel full, then hold it in until you can get to the toilet son” I instructed and he did as he was told. I explained this was douching and he must do it thoroughly and regularly so that sex didn’t get too dirty. But I also explained that sometimes it will because I won’t wait and that won’t matter. He did as he was told and was soon clean and after drying him off I took him back to the living room where this time I sat him in my chair and stood on front of him. I then put my hands on his head and firmly guided his face to my package. He wasn’t sure what was happening and began to resist. “your training begins now son, I won’t hurt you, just teach you, don’t resist, that’s right put your face in there, inhale, smell the scent of your masculine daddy. You like it don’t you. Now put your right hand on it, start to massage it and tell me what you feel”. “I can feel your huge cock daddy, I can feel it growing, I feel strange, my mouth is watering, like I’m hungry, my eyes want to see it, my hand doesn’t want to stop touching it, I’m frightened and excited and your manly smell is sexiest thing I ever smelt” I smiled, this boy was a natural cock worshiping bottom slut, and he was about to get the best first cock he could possibly hope for. I instructed him to undo my belt, then undo the pants button, unzip, then slowly remove them to reveal my jock strap, barely containing my growing cock. He went to remove the jock but I batted his hand away “not yet son, first stand up and finish taking off my shirt”. When he was done with that I took his naked body against my big muscular hairy bear body and I kissed him. He was quickly learning and getting better to kiss, my hands reached down to cup his little ass and I held him so close that he could feel my cock pressing against him through the jock. Leaving him breathless I released him, and turned to sit in my chair, bringing him into my lap, where I got the pipe again and we took a few more huge drags, I was going to make sure he was very relaxed. As the clouds hit him he started to babble a little and I told him to be quiet and listen, that he would be told everything he needed to know as we went along. Putting some lube on my fingertips I took my hand down his back and once again found his crack, my slick fingers able to begin teasing and probing his little ass, making him moan a little and again confirming this boy was a cock worshiper waiting to be released. “tonight im going to teach you how to suck cock son, and if you do a good job, I’m then going to teach you how to be fucked. And if you’re very lucky boy, daddy will fill you with his seed, owning you, making you mine. Would you like that?” Billy nodded yes though he looked a little frightened, I slapped his thigh firmly with my free hand “would you like that boy?” I repeated firmly, he would be a good obedient boy if I was to have him and his training was starting. This time Billy said “yes sir daddy” I smiled and replied “good boy, you’re going to lose your family, then your virginity then learn how to please a man and get a new daddy all in one night. I know you’re a little frightened, but if you have the courage to get through a little discomfort you will love it and be proud of yourself in the end. That said, I’ll give you one last chance, get up and go to bed now, or stay and learn… think carefully, if you stay then you can’t choose to leave later, only I can tell you when we’re done.” Billy took a moment and I could see his fear try to convince him to run, and his good Christian upbringing also… but his lust, his desire to lose his virginity and his new found need to make his daddy happy won out and he decided to stay. I told him I was proud of him before kissing him again and giving him another puff. “now my gorgeous son, get on your knees on the carpet facing me and give me your right hand.” Once Billy was in position I put his hand on my jock and let him stroke it again, now almost completely hard I finally gave him permission to pull it down and reveal his prize, my 10” fuck stick. His eyes grew big and I heard him gasp as his mouth dropped open. Soon I had his little hands grasping my shaft feeling it grow to full erection, and I instructed him on the right firmness of grip, how to pull the foreskin back, how the head was extra sensitive because of it, and it was now time… “bring it to your mouth son, lick daddies cock… mmm good boy, you like the taste don’t you?” “yes sir” said my little fuck toy quickly and clearly… no question he was about to fall in love with my cock. “now open wide and start to suck it, be careful not to let your teeth graze it, that’s right… take it a little deeper, deeper, taste it, suck it like the best lollipop you ever had”. My hands went to the back of his head, intertwining with his hair, I started to firmly push him down. He was being too tentative and I wanted a proper cock sucker for my son, before long he was gagging and my strong hands were stopping him from escaping. Letting him up for air but not to get away, I looked in his eyes now wet from the tears of gagging “gagging on daddy cock makes your throat spasm and it feels good for daddy, you need to relax your throat and try to let daddy get into it. I know it’s big, but if you want to be my boy, you’ve got to try harder boy”. With that I shoved his head down onto my cock again, this time more roughly, with more force, enjoying his instant gag, finding the back of his throat with my cock head, and pushing even harder. I could feel he was close to letting me in, even as he struggled, so I pulled him up have him another huge puff of smoke carried him to my bed. Once there I lay him on his back with his head off the edge of the mattress. To his credit my new boy was completely compliant in his haze and his little 4 incher was rock hard and oozing… he was frightened but he liked it. Then I clipped his wrists and ankles to the straps on the side of my bed so he couldn’t escape and I came around standing over his head… “I want your virgin throat son” I stated forcefully as aimed my cock at his mouth and began to push it in. My son would have a throat pussy, and today was the day he’d get it. Using just the right angle, and insistent force I pushed, he gagged, I pushed again he gagged and I felt a little give, then I pushed a third time and pop, I was in the sheer tight silky heaven of boy throat feeling it pulse as he gagged and gagged. Pulling out to let him breath I immediately kissed him and said “Good boy, I’m so proud of you, you’re going to get really good at putting daddies cock on your throat, and giving me pleasure, you are very talented, you’re making me feel very lucky son” Out of no where Billy started to cry “my dad never said he was proud of me” he blurted out, not crying from his throat cherry being forcefully popped, but from receiving a compliment from his new dad that he’d always hoped for from his old dead beat one. Unbuckling my boy I picked him up and kissed him. “see your new family is going to be much better… all you have to do is follow your destiny to be daddies little cock worshiper” Back in my chair I once again stood Billy in front of me, I turned him to face away from me and bent him over to expose his sweet virgin cherry. My big hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto my face and began to lick and eat that perfect boy cunt with abandon. Billy was experiencing a new kind of heaven, all through his body were tingles of pleasure, anything frightening from minutes ago was washed away and now he was moaning, unable to control himself. Stopping for a second to lube a finger he was quick to beg me not to stop and I smirked, going back to licking and trying to introduce a finger. “relax son, don’t clench, it will only make it hurt, push out like you’re trying to poop… there you go” only an inch into his tight pucker I could hear my boy struggling with the pain and pleasure combo so I held still until I could feel him relax before pushing further and beginning to slowly give him his first finger fuck. Once I was sure he had relaxed, I removed my finger and again he complained of its absence as I got a decent shard of gear and returned my finger to his pucker with a little surprise. “it might burn a bit this time, but its OK, just relax” “yes sir” Billy answered just before I could feel his body and muscles begin to react within seconds the booty bump took and I could feel my boys asshole start to get hungry, almost pulling my finger in. I know many men would have loosened Billy with more fingers, but my husband had taught me he didn’t like fingers much preferred cock, and I had learned I love the feeling of a tight ass peeling back my foreskin as I entered it, so now was the time, I put plenty of lube on my pole and his ass, got in position and pulled him back, lowering his ass onto my spear, hitting his target directly, and the combination of his weight, his now hungry hole, and my firm hand soon had my head inside him. Billy froze, then tried to pull away, “fuck daddy it hurts!!” he cried. But my firm hands held him still, unable to pull off my cock. “breath son, it will pass, and it is better to keep the cock in you while it does. This pain will never be so bad again, it will get easier and easier, unless you pull away and we have to start again from scratch” Unable to see through the initial pain Billy tried to pull away but still I stopped him… and then I could feel his body relax, and his ass open up. Then his breathing settled and I knew it was time, Must keep up the pressure, I lowered him down another inch, and again he struggled… but the pain stopped now more quickly. And so it went push, pain, hold, relax, repeat. Soon enough though I was all the way in my son, his little ass stretched tightly around its first fuck pole, no virgin any more, and I was able to put my arms around my son, having him relax back onto my chest, sitting in my lap impaled on me. I kissed his neck and again told him I was proud. Now was time for the fucking to begin, so yet another puff for him, and a new rocking motion. If there is one thing I know its how to fuck, how to use my cock to pleasure a bottoms prostate, and soon enough Billy was starting to let things like “omg, yes, wow, it’s sooo good and please” slip from his mouth. He was through the hard part, now was the addictive part, the part that would have him become a total bottom boy cock slave, my boy slave son, the anal orgasm and my seed blasted deep. I wouldn’t let him touch his little cock as I fucked him, meaning all the pleasure he felt was the making of just my cock, and he was loving it, so was I, I love tight ass, hate fucking a loose jam jar of a hole, and this was the tightest hottest one ever. I focused on my task, getting the right rhythm and angle until the boys moans changed pitch and soon enough I saw his tiny pecker shoot string after string of boy batter across the room. The clenching of his orgasm on my cock was also enough to take me over the edge and I began to fill my new sons ass with its first balls deep, animalistic load of semen. He relaxed back onto me, our bodies sweaty and panting. I once again expressed my pride and my new son beamed. “you’re mine now son” I said and Billy quickly replied “thank you daddy” To be continued?

When I first seroconverted back in 2001, I searched everywhere for what this virus was. I saw all those conspiracy theories, too. Then, late one night during my frantic searching of what is happening to me, I found a site with irrefutable proof that the virus came from one of the alien bodies at Area 51. I then realized I had reached the end of the internet. I turned off my computer and went to bed never searching through that bullshit again.

Chapter 6 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. The Pig was ass up and the Top was stroking his half limp cock. He didn’t know if he could get the Pig off because he could tell the Meth piss was hitting him full on. The Pig was really trying to get off and at the same time get more stimulation in his ass that was in desperate need. The Top never stopped milking the shrinking cock as he knew if he did the chance that he could get the Pig to climax would be gone. He also knew that is he did get him off the climax would be so strong that the Pig would easily be hooked on meth and become a slave to the enhancements it could bring. The Top gabbed the nut sack and gently squeezed it and increased the pressure until the Pig told him it hurt. He figured down the road someone would teach him the true meaning of S&M and CBT. With that he slapped the Pig’s ass and then hit the base of the plug a few times. This was all the Pig needed and his cock started spewing cum out. There wasn’t a lot of cum but the way the Pig was howling you would this it was the end of the word. It might have been for the Pig because he would never be going back to the vanilla sex he was used to, he knew the Pig was starting down the road of a Chem slut. The Top helped the Pig up. He figured between the vicious orgasm, being head down for so long and the chems he would need help. The Pig got up and was very shaky. The Top helped him sit down on the bed. The Pig laid back and whimpered, he had forgot about the plug up his ass. He rolled on his side to ease the pressure. The Top asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom to get the plug out and let out the Top’s piss. The Pig told him the piss wasn’t pushing on him anymore and he wanted to catch his breath and that his heart was still pounding. The Top knew that it had been long enough that any Meth in the piss was now fully absorbed not the Pig’s system. It probably wasn’t a lot but to a newbie it would be enough to break down some of his personal barriers. The Top told the Pig to get cleaned up and rest when he could. He also handed him a bottle of water and told him he must be dehydrated because he was sweating a lot. The top said the room was good until the morning at 11 an that he could stay the night. The Top got dressed and left. After about 30 minutes the Pig got up and went to the bathroom, he pulled the plug out. It felt strange when it popped out but not much of anything came out. He took a cool shower to help with the heat in his body. He went and laid down but there was a strange craving in his abdomen that he had never felt before. He tried to rest but all he could think of was the wonderful feeling he had when his Top friend was working his butt and fucking him. He opened his tablet and went to some of the Adult sites he used to browse and dream about. He posted a ‘ Play Now ‘ add in one of them and a few minutes later he had a guy responding to it. It was a Black guy sawing he had a BBC about 8” and thick to use on him. He also said he needed a white piece of ass to nut in. The Pig was intrigued by the response and without thinking he gave the BBC his hotel and room number. The BBC said he wanted him to have the door unlocked, lights out and expected the Pig to be face down and ass up. The pig had read stories about this and it always excited hm. He got a Message from the BBC that he was in the parking lot and coming up. The Pig made sure the door was unlocked, turned u the lights except for the bathroom and got into position. He herd the door open and close. He could hear the BBC moving around. Then he felt a big cold finger probing his tender hole. It was big and ruff. It craped the hole but even this felt great. The Pig started moaning and moving his ass to try to get more of the finger up in him. The BBC said “ You are a bitch in heat “ The Pig replied “ You have no idea “ . At this point the Pig thought about some of the stories he had read about and was actually reliving some of them. His desires were out of control, he was lost in the euphoria it all. The BBC pulled his finger out of the Pig and removed his clothing. He placed the head of his fat cock at the entrance to the Pig’s ass. Even though the hole was tender the Pig craved o get violated once again. The BBC pushed his cock into the pig’s ass. He hit some resistance at first and then the Hole opened up like a flower needing to be picked. He got the head in and part of his cock. The hole was slippery with the cum that hadn’t been absorbed and the BBC pulled back to the dismay of the Pig. The Pig whimpered “ No, I need it. Please put it back “. The BBC said “ What ever you want Pig, but once I start I don’t stop”. The pig replied “ Perfect. Do it “. The BBC said he was going to take a pic of his ass with the head of his cock in the hole. The Pig was OK with this. After the pics were taken the BBC grabbed the Pig’s hIps on both sides and said “ Yeah, I nice Lilly whit ass for my big black cock to rip up. I am going to split you in half Pig”. With that he pulled the hips back and pushed his cock back into the Pig’s cunt and went balls deep. The Pig whimpered “ Oh shit. That is bigger than I though it would be. “ The BBC said “ Yeah. I own this useless piece of meat from now on “. He started Fucking the Pig with deep hard thrusts. A couple times the pig said “ not so hard. Your to ig. Please go easy “. This just stirred the BBC to pound him harder and cause him more pain. It wasn’t long before the BBC announced that he was about to cum. The Pig realizing that the BBC was bare up his ass said “ Not in my ass, Please not there “. The BBC replied “ To bad Pig. I already dumped a small load in our ass and not here comes the Big one”. With that the BBC shoved balls deep and emptied a load into the guts of the Pig. The Pig was whining and whimpering saying “ Your to deep, it hurts my insides “. The BBC replied “ A bitch always hurts when she is getting bred right “. The pig remembered what the Top friend had said and agreed that this is the way it will go from now on.

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.

Chapter 6 It was Saturday night. The previous night I had finished my initiation with Phil and Steve by having a tattoo of a P and S intertwined on the back of my neck. I was told that a number of guys had this and it was a known symbol in the community of being owned by Phil and Steve as a bareback bottom and one that could be rented out by them but only to bareback tops with their permission. I also had had a guiche piercing done. I could feel it and it had the effect of making me aware my ass was for use. I was now in Queen Molly’s with Luke and Joe , Sally and a well built black guy , Ty, who was a friend of Luke’s. Sally was admiring my tattoo, I didn’t explain the meaning. She reminded me I was attending the health clinic to collect my prescription of Prep on the Monday. The drinks were flowing and I was aware that Ty’s hand was on my thigh, making its way up to my stiffening cock. ‘Luke tells me you like raw cock’ he whispered in my ear. I nodded, not wanting Sally especially to hear. ‘He tells me that you also like taking loads, no questions asked’ . Again I nodded. I looked down and saw a huge bulge in his track pants. My mouth watered at the thought. ‘ If you want this cock go to the last stall on the left in the gents. Leave the door off the latch, pants down. ‘ he whispered. I stood up and just mentioned that I needed the loo. I went to the toilets, walked to the last stall, the seventh. I went in pulled my pants down and quickly applied a little bit of lube just in case he wanted more than his cock sucking. I didn’t have to wait long before the door opened, Ty walked in and locked the door. I was sitting down and Ty just pulled his track pants down. The biggest cock I had ever seen sprang free. It must have been 9 ins long, thick and with a big cut mushroom head. I drooled. I could also see a scorpion tattoo above it . I had a good idea what that meant. ‘ you like this baby? ‘ Ty asked. I could only nod. ‘ There’s one thing you should know’ he continued. ‘ if this goes in your mouth then it also goes in your ass and I will cum in you. And I am poz with a very high viral load. Luke asked me to come tonight especially because he says your neg ass has a bit of a thing for poz cum, is that right?’ ‘yes’ I replied ‘ I just love cock and cum’ . ‘well you have to beg for this juice’ he responded. ‘Please let me suck your poz cock ‘ I begged ‘I want that cum in me’ . My brain had disengaged after the drinks and my cocklust had taken over. I opened my mouth and Ty slipped his monster cock in. It tasted devine. Ty started fucking my head as I concentrated on my breathing. I looked at his scorpion tatt as his cock rammed my throat. He pulled out. ‘Stand up and turn round’ he growled. I stood, bent over and bent over. ‘You want this you pig, don’t you?’ He whispered. ‘Yes. I want that poz seed in me, just fuck my ass’ I panted. Ty slid his fat cock in my hole. Despite the bit of lube I had applied, I was struggling to accommodate such a beast . Ty pushed harder and forced his way in. ‘ My, you’re tight! We will have to do something about that, get your ass stretched so it can be used as a cumdump’ Ty started fucking me , the pain gave way to pleasure as I started playing with my own cock. He was filling me, I imagined it pumping inside me. ‘I’m nearly cumming. You really want this poz load don’t you?’ ’Fuck, yes I do , just cum in me Ty’ I panted. ‘Here it comes, pig’ Ty pushed hard in me and I could feel him spasm as he came and he breathed hard. ‘Good little pig’ he whispered. ‘You have three days worth of poz cum in you now, you could get what you need’ . He pulled his track pants up and left without another word. I pulled up my jeans and sat for a moment. I could feel Ty’s cum seeping out of me. What was I becoming? Why was I attracted to bad boy poz guys? Was it my natural role to be a pig? I came out of the toilets and rejoined the group. ‘You ok?’ Sally asked. ‘We sent Ty in to look for you’ Luke smirked ‘ but he said he couldn’t see you!’ ‘Yeah , just had a bit of an iffy tummy, must have been something I ate’ I replied. The night carried on and the drinks continued to flow. Sally was getting a little worse for wear. Ty was all over her, and I had noticed that he has grabbed a handful of her boobs on a couple of occasions. Ty was a friend of Luke’s but it had become clear Joe didn’t really know that he was poz. I was sure Ty fancied getting his cock inside Sally as well. Sally announced’ I’m a little tipsy, ‘Ty here is going to walk me home. Neil, be good! Don’t forget our appointment on Monday’ ’OK , and don’t you do anything with Ty that I wouldn’t do’ I replied cryptically, as Ty ushered her out of her seat. After they left, I carried on talking to Joe and Luke. Joe popped to the bar. Luke said ‘I’m going to top up Ty’s work on your ass before you go. I just know you are addicted to toxic cum. I have seen your tattoos, I have a feeling you want to join our club’ Did I? I thought. I wasn’t making a conscious decision to go out and let poz guys fuck me, I was just letting it happen because I liked bareback sex. But something about the [banned word] nature of poz cock undeniably turned me on. Plus I was going to go on prep and actually it couldn’t happen to me, right? ‘I’ll be in stall 7 ‘ I said. I left the table, and made my way again to the stall, pulled my jeans down and waited. Shortly after, the door opened . Luke walked in. I stood, turned and presented my ass to him. He slid a finger in me. ‘I see Ty has lubed you for me, just let me work that in’ Luke pushed two then three fingers in my hole, pushing them roughly in. ‘We both want this to take, right?’ I stayed silent. Bent over, and Luke just slid into my ready hole. ‘Tell me what you really want’ Luke ordered. ’I want you to cum in me’ I gasped ‘ I just love cum in me’ . You want this poz seed growing in you? ‘ ‘Fuck yes, just do it, please give it me’ I was in pig mode again. Luke didn’t need asking twice. He just fucked me hard, ‘Beg me!’ He ordered. ’Please please give me that poz cum, I need it!’ I begged as I played with my own cock. ‘Here it comes, you want it’ Luke cried as he came in me. I wanted my cock furiously, coming myself just after Luke, shooting my cum over the cistern. We left the toilets together, returning to our table just as Joe was returning with drinks ‘Sorry for the delay guys, I just ran into a guy I haven’t seen in ages’ Joe announced. ‘I got chatting and forgot about the drinks’ ‘ No problem Joe’ Luke replied, ‘ we managed to amuse ourselves whilst you were away’ . The drinks were our last. I had cum leaking out of my ass and I just wanted to get home. Once home I just got hard knowing what had happened, and wondered if Sally was getting something unexpected as well. I would catch up with her on Monday. To be continued……………..

I was there as a bottom yesterday! I think I got fucked by around 30 guys and had 7 loads 💦 Next time more

I’m so happy that Max is weathering the adjustment so well. It’s going to be a big change for him, but I think helping Max through the emergence into the world of royalty will also help Alex figure out where his contribution to his family and his country lie. Look, I’m already planning their amazing life together and can’t wait until they have children.

I got an anon confession to make. Forgive me bareback brothers for I have sinned. Earlier today, I walked in and fucked an anon bottom in a seedy motel...and faked my cumshot so I could leave and breed someone else 10 feet away. Yes, I'm not proud of it but there it is. Penance? He had messaged me the night before on Squirt with some stats and pics I have no resistance towards, i.e. what seemed to be, a straight dl masc musc hairy chested married guy with a beefy butt and thick thighs taking loads anon. This hits all of my weak points and it's just a free pass to by Squirt buddies list of grindr favorites. However, walking into the dimly lit (not dark as it should be :/) motel room, I was a little pissed because he clearly faked his pics and stats - even in the dim light, from his side profile, he looked nowhere like the image I had built up in my head. I have an overactive imagination and I was visualizing from his pics a 40s brown haired married dad that works a construction job, has football buds on the weekend to drink beer with and maybe coaches a hockey team or something, or y'know, whatever community type social thing closeted suburban straight dads do with their free time (in public anyway) in pleasantville. Importantly, the light vellous hair across his butt cheeks that I was looking forward to rubbing my face against while eating him out was SHAVED - my disappointment was visceral. Despite that, I considered that 1) it's not the first time I've been tricked, 2) it'd taken me 40 min to drive into the city after all and gas is fucking expensive. 3) I was horny, Prepped up and rdy to deposit some sperm in whatever willing man hole I could find in the middle of a work day 4) tbh, in an anon scenario under the righT conditions, I'll basically even fuck a small woodland creature (just hyperbole, not promoting beast stuff). So whatever, this fake fucker can have my load if he wants but it was def gonna be a rough selfish fuck with some good ol humiliation verbal mixed in, to sate my mean streak. This all passed through my mind in milliseconds as I walked in and looked around the dimly lit room but my attention was far more directed on the tall white 30s ginger hot nerd business casual guy that seemed to be the breeder scheduled before me. He was zipping up his dress pants and he was clearly packin, like third leg kinda packin. We made eye contact and I gave him the 'I want to fuck your brains out' stare. He grinned, groped my cock (unfortunately soft atm) and groaned, but to my disappointment said that he had to run. Oh well. C'est dommage. I was still by the door, my boots still on checking out ginger dude's snug butt in his dress pants as he was leaving and I barely even registered the anon faker btm unzipping my jeans and flipping out my cock to suck it. 'Is this even anon anymore?' I wondered, 'so much for ass up face down and no fucking face contact.' This wasn't married Pleasantville coach dad, this was a tired strung out whore who partied too much, lost a ton of muscle mass and neglected to look after his body. This is why traditional anon is superior - because reality is often a turn off. 'Get on the bed whore. Did that guy just shoot a load inside you?' I grunted. I honestly hate talking during anon sex or any sort of direct interaction - spoils the vibe for me and sometimes some guys' voices turn me off, especially if they sound female. I mean, I'm fine with fucking naturally fem acting and sounding guys but some guys proactively push toward an extreme feminine aesthetic and I find hearing an unnaturally high pitched valley girl accent when I'm ready for man sex a bit off putting (probably gonna get alot of backlash for saying that). 'Yes sir,' he replied as he got onto the bed and positioned himself face down ass up 'it was a big load too.' 'Mmmmmmm, score. Time for my consolation prize.' I thought as I started eating out his hole and tasting ginger business casual guy's fresh warm cum. Fucking love being piggy like this, especially when I can remember the guy's features and imagine connecting him with the cum load I was licking out greedily, which was kinda like slightly salty aloe vera with an ass smell. I noticed that the hole, aside from being sloppy, was noticeably loose and some rosebudding happening but didn't think anything of it. Done with felching out whatever cum I could, I slapped his butt, got up and pushed his shoulders down, moved up closer and with one knee bent, aimed my cock head straight into his hole. I immediately noticed it. His hole was so loose there was virtually no resistance going in. It also felt wet and just voluminous. I didn't like it. I thought to myself irritatedly, 'this motherfucker not only fakes me out, he's not even gonna clench'. I thought anon cumdumps acquire the skill automatically at an early level without having to grind too much experience but I guess some missed it. His hole was so loose I couldn't cum. Took a hit of poppers but the bloodrush didn't amount to much with the stimulation of my cock being just clearly inadequate. To be fair, it might not be faker anon btm's fault; perhaps he had an injury or something; or ginger business casual dude irreversibly stretched out his ass muscles like the waistband of old boxer briefs where they just hang off and have lost any elastic hugging ability. I will admit, I could have forced a breeding if I really wanted to by jerking off with my hand then popping back inside, but I think, as guys who top grow older, at least for me, you can't help but be a bit more selfish and selective about your first breeding of the day, especially if you save up a bit, because subsequent cumshots just don't feel as good and compared to the primal rut of the first nut, you're just not into it as much. I also could have just said that I'm not feeling it and left but maybe it was the way things progressed non-anon style but I now felt a social expectation to deliver, and resolve things so to speak, much to my chagrin. I feel like I broke the bbbh rules or something but I might as well have been fucking warm dilute pudding with my dick; I could almost hear my dick frantically crying out for a tighter grip or there will be mutiny, the flaccid kind. Honestly, at that point, I was in asshole mode and hatefucking the bottom roughly hoping to trigger some sort of sphincter closing, but no luck, just pudding. I thought to myself 'Fuck this' then went on Grindr while fucking him and noticed a tap by a guy 30 feet away, maybe a motel employee or another guest. Blond, hairy, otter in his 30s, Viking-like but more lanky, and had an easy going, casual stoner vibe. Fuck yeah, I wanted to be inside his hole, instead of this glutinous pudding, and I wanted my swimmers inside him trying their hardest to impregnate his Viking-like anal cavity. While fucking, unbeknownst to the unresponsive bottom, I texted: Me: Hey. Want a load? <sent face pic> Him: You're hot man! Yah, but no time. Just on my lunch break. Me: Make some time. I'm in the parking lot of ***. Meet me by my car *** in 5min Him: Got a nice cock? Me: 6.5uc <2 cock pics sent> Him: Fuck nice. Ok, I can only blow you though, not rdy for anal. Meet me in the backseat of your car and I'll blow you there. Me: All good. 5 min. 'Alright, time to finish up here.' I thought as I looked down at the btm with all the resentment that had been building up from him faking his stats/pics, fucking up the anon scenario and not clenching. To be honest, I'm really not this kind of guy 99% of the time - not into inflicting pain or being hurtful or being so extremely dom to the point of degrading my partner's self worth. But, I was in a mood today, that's for sure, (like how you might see guys in the marines 'flip the switch' and go all hardcore and intense) and for whatever reason, I vented my anger with the full intention of going full steam ahead with this asshole dom top persona I found myself channeling. I took a quick vid of me hate fucking the btm to send to my friend despite the bad lighting (wish Android had night vision so I could capture my anon fucks in the dark), just as another thing I felt to be in-keeping with the momentum of my disdain. I then grunted, 'gonna cum' then pretended to shoot five heavy cum shots with Oscar-level acting skills, or whatever the porn version is, accentuated by five heavy thrusts into him as he moaned and tried to pull my hips in deeper. I sighed, pulled out, quickly started putting on my clothes eager to be done with this charade, responded politely with a thank you then headed out, my cum still deep in my balls. When lanky Viking-like dude arrived, I wasn't waiting in the backseat of my car to his surprise. I was leaning against it watching him because I know I look more imposing when standing with my pecs and shoulders poppin - you see, I needed the bonus points to my charisma stats because I had no intention of getting just a blowjob, of course, I planned on breeding his hole. Plus, I was still in asshole mode and my subconscious was already planning out a forceful entry scene as a last resort (just wordplay, I don't condone rape). I nodded toward a small alleyway crevice towards the back of the motel that was kinda secluded. I had pissed earlier in a corner of this crevice while waiting for compact Viking-like dude to show up and thought to myself, yes, this sketchy crevice suits my sketchy mood. Coincidentally it was right beside the back window of the room I just left - curtains were drawn though, understandably. I could see the hesitation and uncertainty in his face, but lust won over and he nodded. Got him! I leaned against the alleyway wall and pulled out my cock. I made sure it was hard and the head was purple and swollen before he came. You see, I think a hard cock has a hypnotic effect. If this little blonde fish wasn't fully reeled in, sight of a hard cock is the net to snag him. Sure enough, I watch his eyes travel down, not a second before he's on his knees an away he goes; I watch as he worships my cock, licking and slobbering over it, and I wonder if he can taste anon bottom's ass juice or any of ginger business casual's leftover cum. I leaned my head back against the alley wall, eyes closed as I took a moment to savor the moment, the adrenaline rush of being possibly watched by motel guests from their rooms, of being possibly caught by motel workers or random people passersby if they looked toward the crevice at a certain angle. I took a deep breath smelling the acrid stench of my hot piss in the corner of the crevice, my own personal bit of aesthetic to this grubby little crevice, and enjoying the feeling of his warm lips bobbing up and down my shaft. I luxuriated in that decadent feeling of depravity as it washed over me and let it inspire a primal sort of lust from the dirty, stinking sketchiness of this alleyway crevice. It made me want to rut, like animals in heat, like alleyway dogs that unhesitatingly give into instinct to mate on the filthy ground. Dirty, sordid, disgusting, debased and fucking glorious. I pulled up lanky Viking dude, kissed him deeply savoring the swap of our spit, removed our shirts, then moved behind him and pressed him firmly face first toward the alley wall. He was looking nervous as he sensed me move toward a kneeling squat to eat his hole out. 'Stop, no, it's dirty' he said nervously while clenching his ass cheeks. 'Just relax,' I replied in a soothing tone, such as one might use to soothe a skittish horse, 'it's ok, just trust me. It doesn't bother me. I want to eat your hole out. Just relax and let me in. It'll be fine.' And he did. He released and I went straight in with my tongue as turgid and as pointed as I could make it. I don't think he expected the sudden intrusion but I was persistent and pigged out on that hole. I fucking love the smell of man sweat and ass. It's so raw and intimate. Breathing deep, I could smell the healthy masculine sweat of a honest hardworking man along with a ripe musky aroma that is just a completely raw and honest manifestation of his maleness, and also, along with this aroma is the knowledge that it is a deeply personal zone of his that is kept private usually but is now the target of your exploration and ravaging in the most carnal sense. Then I stealthily and quick stuck my index finger deep inside him and he panicked. Although I hate fingering, I think inserting a finger is probably the most psychologically effective strategy for swaying a butt-fuck hesitant bottom. I think implicitly, it sends a message that you've just intruded into his territory, it's done and penetration has happened in this small degree, so from now on, because there's this precedent of invasion, it's easier to tease toward butt fucking because the groundwork has already been laid. Of course, for cock hungry sub bottoms, like I suspected lanky Viking dude to be, this just speeds things up, basically prompting a thought like 'Oh fuck, well, we've reached this far. Might as well conveniently forget my reservations on mess and just go with the flow. I really do want his cock inside me after all.' I kept my finger in and gently but forcefully stopped him from moving by pressing his back against the wall. I held position until he relaxed and then I leaned in and pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply with my finger immobile but still deep inside. As I felt him melt into me, I removed my finger and replaced it with my cock head wedged right at his opening. I believe in open and straightforward communication so I told him matter of factly in a whisper 'I want to breed you. I don't care if there's a mess and I've got paper towels in the car if you need to cleanup before going back to work.' He didn't reply but I could feel him pushing back onto my cock. I understood that to be a green light, pushed into him and gave into the asshole dom top mood that had been waiting on the sidelines. Oh god, his ass felt amazing, warm and tight and dare I say, almost virginal, though he probably had to be a far cry from that for him to find himself slutting it up like an animal in a disgusting alleyway being bred by a stranger in the most disgusting and demeaning way. It wasn't my proudest top moment tbh, I fucked him selfishly, quickly and urgently. It was painful for him, I didn't use lube and I don't think my rimming lubricated him enough. Still, I was an asshole and persisted with fucking, soft whimpers and groans falling on ears deaf with lust. The standing angle was awkward to fuck his hole so I grabbed his hair, pushed his head down and bent him over forcefully to get my thrusts in deeply. At some point I realized that my pounding was pushing us both out of hiding from the corner. Perhaps I went too far with this, but caught up in the moment and my liking for risk, I pushed him out into full view of the parking lot, naked, head held bent over with me fucking him bare. There were people in sight, none aware of what we were doing, yet. He was still bent over face down and I don't think he realized that he was in public view and that he'd been roped into my perverted exhibitionist fantasy. There was a low metal railing nearby that I inched us towards and bent him over. This was a good position, he felt tight and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I gave him a heads up that I was gonna cum soon and, in a moment of twisted inspiration, I grabbed his hair and yanked his face up so he could see that he was in full view of the open parking lot. When I yanked him up, I felt him tense up, perhaps in fright at this public indecency. His tensening of his body also tightened the grip on my cock and it pushed me over the edge. I growled 'I'm cumming. Oh fuck oh fuck.' and started shooting my load into him. It felt so good holding him tight as I spasmed and couldn't help but think to myself 'Holy shit. Fucking worth it'. I could feel the warmth of his body, his breathing and could hear him mutter softly 'oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' repeatedly. Looking down, I realized that he had shot his load from tugging his cock at some point, leaving thick splatters of white cum spread against the pavement and railing, tantalizing gobs that I would have been tempted to lick up before cumming but now restrained by reservations of germs, hygiene and a gradual mental reboot of socially accepted behavior. For a few intimate seconds, I held him tight, his back pressed into my chest, skin against skin, without letting him budge, my cock still impaling him and his cock still completely exposed to the parking lot and street. I'm sure he could feel my heart beat rapidly (yes, my cardio is absolute shit) against his back from that workout as I savored the post coitus sense of relief, which quickly turned into alarm, as a passing Ford F150 blared its horns repeatedly, honking loud attention catching blasts, presumably at us, in a rhythm that seemed taunting and high spirited. With its windows down, I could see three college looking kids laughing and whooping, as I pulled my cock out, released my grip and we beelined it back to the alleyway crevice while we both pulled our jeans and underwear up to quickly cover our cocks. Lanky viking dude didn't stop running. I watched as he booked it around the entire back alleyway before emerging on the far side of the parking lot, clothes back on and walking quickly. As I quickly got into my car and started it up, I had a thought of 'oh shit, what the fuck did I just do', you could have been arrested or fined for public indecency/exposure, you're lucky no one called the cops. Exiting the parking lot, I nodded to him in passing but was ignored. He's blocked me on grindr since. I do regret it, and I'm probably a monster to him, but I can't help but be turned on by the memory flashes of rawdogging his tight dirty hole and breeding him in the middle of the day while exposed in a parking lot, a situation that snowballed from my irritation at an anon btm who doesn't clench and who I pretended to cum inside.

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.

I ran some errands and then went home, changed clothes and began cooking dinner. When Daddy got home he came into the kitchen and we kissed. I turned back to the sink to continue prepping dinner and he came back and nuzzle behind me with his bare cock now at my panties and his hands roaming my nipples, my balls while his lips lay wreck to my neck. "How could i resist you dressed like such a whore for your Daddy", he said in my ear I leaned back into him and push my ass grinding on his cock. Yes i was dressed like a whore. I often try and dress sexy for my Daddy at the end of the day. I want to look good for him. When i came home i changed into light lace pink gstring panties. And when I came home i also put on the nipple suction cups to expand my nipples and right before Daddy got home i put on nipple clamps with weights. He when down ripped off my panties and then started eating my hole. "Ohhhhh Daddy", i moaned He ate me so good and massaged my balls then grabbed the two nipple clamps and pulled on them hard. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", i moaned and yelled With that he let go stood up, grabbed the clamps again and stuck his cock at the entrance of my hole. I needed it being teased all day and pushed back on him and took him in me. "My whore is so horny. You want Daddy's cock dont you", he said "No.....I need it. I need you and your seed in me. Please fuck me and mark me with your charged seed. Please Daddy I want to have your baby", i moaned and begged He pushed me over the sink and started to fuck me with a steady pace. "Ohhh yeah bitch. I am going to make you pregnant, my seed is hot", he said I just bent over the sink and let him take me, my pussy, my body and held on for the ride. Usually at the end of the day Daddy has frustrations and normally i help relieve them with a slow bj or a hard fucking. Today is a hard fucking. No love making he is just mounting me as a piece of meat to inseminate and i sooooo love it. It feels soo good when he takes me without passion and just wants to seed me. As he is pounding me he still is pulling on my nipples and hard. "Ohhh Daddy my nipples.....it hurts", i moan He pulls even harder and then grabs the clips and twists them. "OHHHH Goddd.....Daddyyyyyyyy", i yell and my ass muscles clamp on his meat "OHHHH yeah bitch massage my cock you whore", he yellls while he pounds me even harder He then takes off the clips while not missing a stroke grabs my nipples and starts to massage them all sticky as they have some blood from the clamps. At this point it feels so good. He is massaging them and manipulating them that i just start to moan really loud. "OHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", i moan loudly and push back on his cock and slump my head into the sink "My little whore all hot and wet. You are such a weak slut. Look at your body totally needing to be fucked and treated like a whore. I just massage your nipples and you moan in heat like a bitch", he said in my ear He was right. Daddy knew i was just a whore piece of meat and that needed to be used and was horny all the time. He finally let go of my nipples grabbed my shoulders and started to pound even harder into me until 5 minutes later i felt his cock expand and shoot load after load into me. He finally collapsed a bit on my back and just leaned into me and grinded into my hole. When he was done he pulled out. The whore i am turned around dropped to my knees to clean him off, my pussy juice his cum and a little blood. After he pulled up his pants and went to the couch to watch tv while i finished dinner. We are such a happy couple.

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.

I do want to share a new development. I met a guy offf Grindr recently. He was persistent I’ll give him that, and one night after a few nights of talking over snap I just decided what the hell and drove to his apartment. I buzzed the intercom and walked up the stairs before entering his door he opened for me. Soon we were naked and he was rimming me which was sending waves of pleasure coursing up my body before he entered me. He fucked me for about 10 minutes before pulling out and fisting his cock. He knew from our earlier conversations that I wanted to be bred, and he jerked his cock near my stretched hole building his orgasm. The suspense was so hot, I knew it was coming, but not knowing when he was going to thrust into me made me hornier than ever. I fisted my would cock in anticipation, and when he did thrust forward, I started spewing my own cum over my stomach matching the load he was fucking into my ass. Maybe if I hadn’t been cumming at that moment too I would’ve felt him blow this load in me, but fuck if I didn’t enjoy the moment. The last week has been a whirlwind, I just joined this site, posted this story to positive reviews, (thank you all), and suddenly after all these years of fantasizing, I just took my first load. Not sure if I’m ready to join the poz train yet as this guy was neg, but now I can finally say, I’ve had a man cum in my ass. 😈

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

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....

I guess after the long drought of the pandemic, and despite some worries about turning forty, my sex life is picking up a bit. Just a couple of days after writing my last post about coming in someone for the first time in ages, I took a load too which is a very rare occurrence for me. I had met this hot, very tall and athletic Brazilian guy a couple of weeks ago at a sex party (it's no coincidence that a lot of my stories and experiences involve Brazilians, they are a very hot people and there are huge numbers of them in Ireland right now). We had fucked each other at the party, but neither of us had come inside each other then. He was lateish forties but looked younger, had lots of tattoos and a lean muscular build. So a couple of days ago I texted him to offer him the chance to come round and umm share something I had in the house (and fuck, of course). He arrives and we get straight to it. He wants to top me., and as it happens I've been trying to train myself to be a better bottom recently: I want to broaden my range and not just top all the time. He fucks me on my sofa and on my bed in different positions, he has a big long and thick dick and slams it into me, while I bit my lip and wonder how long I can take it for....:). Fucking bareback makes it less painful, of course, and I've started to learn about how to move and position my ass, and how to focus on being less tense, so as to make bottoming much more fun and much less painful than it has been for me. After a while at this he suddenly says he's going to come, so I guess I should let him come in my ass, right? he does, and we take a five minute break before round 2. Later on we invite a fairly cute Lithuanian guy in his twenties to bottom for both of us, but no more loads were swapped that night. Not to kill the mood of the story, but it's the first time I've been bred without being on PreP. I am NOT a 'chaser' and don't want to be infected, but I ran out of pills some days ago, and appointments at the prep clinic here are difficult to get and are organised at times very inconvenient for my work. Irish customs also doesn't allow you to import the generic medication, like I used to do when I lived in the UK. This guy says he is on prep though and I believe him. That said, it wasn't necessarily smart or something I want to let happen again, so I'm going to order generic medication to be sent to a friend's house in London. Anyway, getting loaded is a very rare thing to happen to me: I guess partly because I don't bottom that much, and partly because I'm just not fixated on collecting loads as some guys are. It feels, at least psychologically, nice and a little bit transgressive to do, though. I didn't physically feel him come inside me. I think it's still fewer than 10 men who have actually come inside me, which given that I fuck a lot is a very low number. And here's the fun part of the story: he's a former Olympian! He competed at the 1996 Atlanta Olympics. I won't say in what discipline, but I know this is a true story as there's actually a video of him competing on youtube and it is recognisably him. He got through the first round of the contest but didn't manage to make the semi-finals. This makes him the first ex-Olympian I have had sex with, a rather nice achievement for me probably more impressive than the porn star I fucked a few years back.

When I first pozed I did not go on Meds right away because I wanted the full poz experience. I kept going to saunas a lot and although I had been a bottom since I started having sex, now the idea of breeding a hole with my dirty load started to make me really horny. I was still taking as many loads as I could but now, after taking a few loads, I was getting a big hard-on and felt the urge to find a hole and unload. I would then rest and start over. When I stayed all night I would usually unload into 3-4 holes in between taking loads. On one of the bareback sites I met another total bottom who had recently pozed and like myself, was also feeling the urge to stealth holes at the sauna. He was in Montreal so we would meet at the sauna GI-Joe and pretend we were a couple afraid to get infected with STIs. After each of us taking some loads and when we were ready to unload, we then hunted for a nice hole so we could both breed the hole, one after the other. We would walk together into a bottom's room and start playing with his hole. My buddy had a great 9" uncut cock which we used to convince someone to go bareback. We would say that although we love anal, we only do oral at the sauna because of STIs. Some would eventually accept us fucking them bareback because they felt that we were careful and could be trusted. I would go first because I wanted my buddy to spread my dirty load in his hole and then he would add his own.

Here are some numbers for you (admittedly this is a few years old): [think before following links] https://www.poz.com/pdfs/P04-14p53.risk_transmission.pdf All those numbers assume you are negative and not on PrEP and the positive person is unmedicated. There are a lot more variables in real world hookups. You don't know the status of your partners or whether they are on meds. People do go for years barebacking even as bottoms without turning poz - I did from roughly 1992 - 2005 and 2011 - 2014 (I was in a monogamous relationship from 2005-2011 and I went on PrEP in 2014). But people have been struck by lightning twice and any number of other low probability events. There are almost 8 billion people on the Earth. With that large a sample size, you are going to see some extreme events. There are also a number of people on this forum who have told stories about getting pozzed the first time they went bare. If you bareback long enough (no one can tell you how long), you will eventually poz up. If you want to go bareback and stay neg, get on PrEP.

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.

I'd lurked on breeding.zone for years. I'd read with rock hard disbelief stories of men having unprotected sex with multiple strangers. The first time I was ever confronted with explicit gay sex pictures, I immediately knew I wanted to be the bottom. For years I denied it. I became expert at orally pleasuring my wife as though that counterbalanced fantasizing about getting fucked in the ass so I could cum during sex. They were always strangers i never saw who came up and fucked me in the ass while calling me a nasty slut. I knew I wanted it but I was married. I'd never even had intercourse with anyone but her and one other girl. I kept reading guys' last load stories and wondered whether the sex club stories could possibly be true. **** I don't know exactly what sent me over, but i contrived to get away for a weekend under false pretenses and arrange to meet a man whose real name I did not know and who we agreed would fuck my ass and cum inside me. At some level, I couldn't believe that any of this was really possible. Nevertheless, he arrived at my room a little after 10. He was about 40 and average height and I remember he had a big earring. He got naked and had me suck his cock. His crotch was completely shaved. His dick seemed huge. I did my best to give a blowjob. I'd tried my best to get ready and had pushed a bunch of lube inside me after cleaning myself out. "get naked." I did. I was face down ass up. He put in just the tip and rubbed the lube that leaked out onto his cock. He gave me my first ever hit of poppers, He pushed his cock in deep. fuck! I was doing this. "fuck baby you've got a tight ass. you really are straight?" "no just closeted but yeah I've only had straight sex." the sensation was so strange. "I don't judge baby." he pressed all the way inside. he started fucking me. the sensation was too intense. i felt panicked but tried to breathe deeply and relax. i was finally fulfilling my fantasy and wasn't going to go this far without actually becoming a cum slut. Suddenly: "I gotta get this on video." He pulled out and fished his camera from his jeans. I wasn't thrilled but it was so weird and sudden I just didn't respond. He started narrating. "I met him on breeding zone and he said he hadn't been fucked but wanted to jump into the deep end of the pool." Slap, slap, slap. "Well here we are." "fuck yeah i'm cumming!" He kept fucking me. Half a minute went by as he kept thrusting. Finally he flopped out. we both panted for a moment. "So was that what you were hoping for?" "wha?" "I mean when you fantasized about getting fucked is that what you were hoping for?" "oh...ha.... i mean it was weird but hot. letting you in my hole was pretty much exactly what i hoped ha" "that's cool. i don't judge anyone's situation as long as we're a good match and can meet up. lotsa guys won't fuck with closeted guys but i don't care as long as we can meet up like i said. you do have a wife right?" "yeah i do." "so is it gonna be a huge surprise? or does everyone assume you're gay?" "surprised, yeah" "do you want some more cock? my friend could come over." "... yeah okay." "cool. he'll be here in like an hour." fuck.. ***** I took a long hot shower, cleaned myself, thought, fuck it. I'd let a man who I'd met on breeding zone fuck me and ejaculate inside me. Anything goes.

One of the most difficult and frustrating parts of working in healthcare is having to satisfy the demands of disconnected, and largely ignorant, bureaucrats/bureaucracy. They often seek to dictate how we provide care as though the healthcare provider is a remote control device. Often, "those who cannot do, teach." i'm part of a union, a whole different topic, and am always begging that we use our collective power to gain a seat on the board. Those who provide care should not have to settle for concessions, they should have policy decision making power. Or vice versa, those making policy should have to regularly do the work they are expecting others to do, they need to experience first hand what actual care giving involves. As it exists now, those who make policy are far removed from the process of care. They are buffered from reality by middle management. Middle management has to implement policy that they have no say in making. It's a system that guarantees disconnect. i come from an executive management background. i have run businesses using a democratic consensus model that worked well. i switched lanes in 2010, went to school and got a BSN and became a bedside critical care nurse. i understand both sides of the coin experientially. i have been asked by my peers to apply for management positions, and have declined, for the reason you state. The corporate model needs to be scrapped. It's a sort of Matrix that, as you note "swallows you whole." One can make a difference, but it is individual and piecemeal. There is a lot of unrealistic expectation and notions about healthcare. The greatest, i think, is the notion that we are "healers." Sort of, i guess. But really we, more more often than not, try to nudge or direct the body in a particular direction against a disease, and the body either heals itself or not. And that is a hugely complex process, much of which remains unknown and invisible. i've had 96 year old who was 'found down' three days after breaking a hip. They were altered mental status, septic, with renal failure. They left 4 days later, mostly restored to health. So much of what we do is "wait and see." Some times kidney function comes back, some times it doesn't. Some times heart function comes back, some times it doesn't. And, we do not always know until we try. i think that is where there is a lot of failure in the system, the notion that we know what an outcome will be... or the expectation from the patient or family that we know that, when we often do not. People google and assume expertise based on a youtube vid or an article they read. They expect us to explain things that take years of education and experience to grasp. The bottom line is, trust is a huge component of healthcare.

My hole was so excited from that huge load, I had to brag to my friends & tweet about it.

hmm....I see an opourtunity for a proper double blind study of the subject at hand.we would need a hundred test subjects,half with vasectomies half without.We would need testers,men who could taste semen from each group and render their opinion...could we get NIH grant money for this?:)such fun to be had!

yes about mutability.good point!Don't think HIV was part of some sort of evil human agenda driven lab result,but just a natural occouring virus that happened to pass into humans and exploited a niche there.Hiv in africa spread along trucking routes generally by prostitutes and IV drug users,and when it reached highly promiscuos gay men in the US and Europe it was like a small flickering flame finding much fuel.Mutability has stymied vaccine development but treatments not thought possible in 1983 are now routine,as is prep.Agenda driven conspiracies are fun to think about but really don't see much truth out there to support them.

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

You asked about "chances" (meaning odds, I suppose). Broadly speaking, the odds of getting HIV from any one particular encounter with bare sex are fairly low. But it's a risk nonetheless, and the odds are much higher than, say, winning the lottery. And you're right that this has been covered before (and I suggest you explore some of the topics here), but in a nutshell: if the person you're having sex with is HIV-negative, then your chances are zero. If the person is HIV-positive, it's not zero; if he's on meds and is undetectable, the chances are very close to zero, but not 100.000%. Conversely: if you're on PrEP and taking it as directed, without fail, your chances of infection are also very, very close to zero. But here's the thing: you can control taking PrEP. You can't control whether your partner(s) are negative or positive, or undetectable vs detectable, because people can always lie. A poz guy may claim to be negative so as not to miss out; a poz guy who takes his meds but misses doses on a semi-regular basis may not be as undetectable as he thinks, or he may just lie and say he's "on meds" knowing that they're not doing the job 100% due to lack of compliance. All of that is out of your control - but taking PrEP isn't. The caveat: I understand that in the UK, there can be issues getting started on PrEP (I'm simply reporting what others have posted here). My strong suggestion, however, would be to start that process rolling NOW, so that hopefully your PrEP situation will be sorted out before you "finally go with guys".

I think it is important for the medical professionals to be fully honest about the potential outcomes and quality of life afterward with the patient and the family if the patient is not able to make the decision themselves. In my case they were fairly certain that they could get the cancer into a state of remission that would last for an extended period of time, there was a lot of uncertainty whether I would ever be fully mobile again, and I made the choice to move forward with the aggressive treatment. I am now told unless the cancer recurs in the next year and a half, that it probably never will, and I have regained 99% of my mobility. I can also look at the situation of a relative of mine that recently passed at 91. He had a severe lung infection with a very poor prognosis in his late 20's and sought experimental treatments twice over a period of couple years. In his middle 70's he underwent cancer treatment and surgery that overwhelmed his weakened lungs (which he was warned about before starting treatment especially the surgery) and wound up on a ventilator for a couple of weeks. At 91 weakened by shingles and faced with the almost no prospect of resuming an active life he refused the ventilator (he was lucky enough to be conscious and mentally competent a until couple of hours before the end). The most irrational choices he made were probably the ones he made in his 20's (and my grandparents may very well have been forced to make those decisions for him, I don't really know since it was before my time), but because of those decisions he enjoyed 60 plus years most of them with a high quality of life.

I agree. I will clean any cock after it bring up a hole, mine or someone else’s. I love ATM! Love doing it especially in sex clubs on a ‘busy’ night!!

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. "

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.

The next morning I woke up to Daddy mounting me and fucking me while i was on my stomach just ramming into me. After a good 10 minutes he flipped my over put my legs on his shoulders and in motion rammed me. "Ughhhhhhhhhh", i yelled. I know i just took his cock and fist but he still huge and my ass shrinks back fairly easily. "Ohhh damnnn, I cant believe how tight you got again", he said as he fucked me good. After about another 10 minutes of fucking me he swelled and shot another huge set of loads in me. We kissed and made out as kept grinding his meat and cum into me. He pulled out and i grabbed his cock and cleaned him up. He jumped into the shower and got ready for work. After he left i cleaned up the house, made something to eat and got ready. I had to run a lot of errands today. I first went to the CA Nurses College to sign up for a short nurses assistant course. It was an intensive 12 week full time program on being a nurses assistant and doing more than a CNA. After that I went to the clinic. Brian told me to go to a specific one as they dealt a lot with gay men. I walked in and signed in withe receptionist and sat down and filled out the paperwork. I felt like a got a lot of stares. Most of the people in the room were over 40 and even 50. There was even a hot Daddy sitting down. I was dressed in a tight tank top with my nipples jutting thru and running shorts that had a slit up the side and sandals. My name was called and I went into waiting room 3. It was a small room with a medical exam bed and two chairs and a small desk. Then the nurse walked in. "Hi my name is David", he said He was about mid 50's about 5'10" medium build, one tat on his arm and a beard and moustache. He was a hot Daddy. "Hi Jeff, is this your first time here?', he asked "Yes it is", i said "I have a few follow up questions for you and of course they are confidential", he said "In your questionnaire you mentioned you are bisexual. Are you sexually active with both men and women?", he asked "Not right now. I am mainly with men", i said "Oh okay. How sexually active are you? Are you a top or bottom or vers?, he asked "I am only a bottom", i responded "Do you have an exclusive partner", he asked "Generally yes" i said "Explain please", he said I thought first on how much i wanted to share. "I only bottom for my partner but i have done oral on others", i said "Do you practice safe sex?", he asked "No we fuck bare and he is HIV positive", i said He didn't have any response and remained clinical and just wrote down notes. "Is he on any meds", he asked "No" i said "Are you on any meds? Do you want to get on PREP?", he asked "No he isnt", i paused, "Actually i am not here to get on PREP. I am here to get tested and see if i am pregPOZ, POZ sorry", i said looking down. He smiled when he heard me stutter. When looking down i couldn't help but stare at his semi hard cock in his scrubs. I saw me looking and quickly turned away. Oh my God i was so embarrassed i started to say pregnant, i thought. "I understand. Are you trying to get HIV positive", he asked "Yes" i looked at him "Looking at me with a non judgmental but also supportive face, he said "Okay. I just want to give you this brochure so you understand the risks and what it is like to live with HIV and AIDS. You should read it and let me know if you have any questions. I hope you will come back in two weeks. No lets get on with your exam." he said With that he took out the needle and vials and took my blood and took it my chair that had an arm hold. After he then took my blood pressure while standing up.. He stood where my hand was and my hand accidently brushed against his cock which was semi hard. "Oh sorry", i said "Thats okay, dont worry about it." he said smiling He had me move to the exam bed and he listen to my heart and lungs with his stethoscope. When listening to my heart his thumb brushed against my nipple a couple of times. They both started to get really hard and my cock was getting hard. "Please pull down your pants and bend over", he said "What...Why?", i asked "Since you are sexually active as a bottom i am going to inspect your anus and also give you a PAP smear", he said while putting on gloves "I thought a PAP smear was for women", i asked "Yes but we now also do it for gay men who are bottoms", he said "Cmon i am backed up here and we short staffed. This is a medical procedure and i have seen naked men before", he said sternly I started to take of my shorts and i felt his eyes running over my body. I was wearing my lace light blue thong panties today. I could see him staring at my ass. "I am a little embarrassed", i said soflty "Why you are not the first naked person i have seen", he said smiling "Its not the nudity", i said taking off my panties as i turned around he could see my pink cock cage, penis plug and ball strechers. "Hmmmm nice", he said grinning "Don't worry you should feel comfortable. This is a non-judgmental clinic. And i am not that vanilla", he said pulling down his pants sporting a red jock strap, ball stretchers and a huge PA ring in his cock. He tugged on his now hard thick cock. It was about 7" and thick. He could see me staring at it. Then he pulled up his pants. "So relax", he said laughing "I need a paper towel please", i asked He got one and passed it to me wondering what it was for and then i pulled out the butt plug out of my ass. He looked and smiled, "You like that in you" "Yes i do and it moves around. My Daddy, i mean partner likes me to keep it in so the cum stays in me and soaks in and when i walk around it has a ball that i feel vibrate in me." i said "Why did your Daddy want that", he asked "To keep me wet and excited all the time", i said softly His looked turned from clinical to hunger and his cock was now rock hard pushing out of his scrubs. "Ok bend over on the bed", he said "You have a lot of cum leaking out of you so i wont use lube. That ok?", he asked "Yes thats fine", i responded He slowly traced the cum on my leg leaking down back up to my balls and to my hole. He has a sensual teasing touch. I let out a soft sigh as it really got me going. As he pushed in my hole i felt more cum leak out of me on my leg on his hand. He gathered it and pushed it back in. He started to finger me and then stick a second finger in me, teasing my hole and hitting my prostate. I let out a soft moan trying not to show too much pleasure but i felt good. "Okay just checking to see if you have any bleeding and checking your prostate", he said He kept massaging my hole. It felt so good but i was trying to figure out what was the clinical part to take this long. "You have a really nice hole. Its so wet and tight", he said while probing my hole and working on my prostate "uhhhh" i moaned louder "You like the exam dont you", he said in my ear as i felt his hard bare cock now touching the cheek of my ass. "Ohhh yes it feels good", i said He continued to swirl his fingers in me making me moan louder. "I want to check your muscle strength to make sure you havent had any damage", he said i squeezed hard like it was Daddys cock in me. "Wow you have really good muscle strength. Damn Daddy is lucky", he said smiling He pulled out his fingers and rubbed my ass juice on a square paper sample. "This is what we send to the lab" he said He took off the gloves and put on a new pair. "Do you have the key to remove the cage. I want to inspect your penis", he said in his usual clinical nature "For some reason Daddy reminded me to keep the key today on hand just in case. I didn't know why as he normally holds the key. I pulled it out and gave it to the nurse. My hard cock was bursting in the cage. He took off the cage and held my cock gently and gave it a few strokes. "I want to keep you hard so i can inspect your urethra to make sure there are no infections", he said as he also massaged my balls "Take off your shirt too", i was so horny and a bit in a daze i just did it He pulled out the penis plug and inspected my urethra. As he pulled it out a bunch of precum spurted out on his face. "Ohhh sorry about that", i said "Dont worry you are all worked up. You must have really liked the exam", he said smiling and wiping up the cum with his fingers and then licking it up "Hmmm you taste good" , he said "Does it burn when you pee?", he asked "Yes once in a while", i responded He went to the medical cabinet and came back with this think metal rod and put some ointment on it. "You have a mild infection. I am going to put in some ointment which should help", he said Holding my cock with one hand he slowly inserted the rod in my penis hole. I winced as it was very uncomfortable bordering pain. "Just breath and relax. It will get better", he said Slowly the rod just sank into my cock and he started to move it up and down and twist it. It felt weird at first then felt actually good. My cock stayed rock hard. "Looks like you are okay with this part of the exam too", he said "Your nipples look a little red. Something happen?", he said "My Daddy has them pumped each day and last night he put clamps on them so they are a little sore and sensitive", i said He took off his gloves and softly touched my nipples. "This hurt", he asked He slowly teased and massaged them. I closed my eyes a bit and moaned and my cock leaped a bit. His fingers were expertly teasing them in a way that felt so sensual and he would even push into my nipple so it was deep in the aureola which felt amazing and it didnt hurt. "Yeah they look ok", he said He stop playing with my nipples and took the sound in me and pushed deeper as it was on the backside of my prostate. My eye opened wide and i let out a moan. "Ohhhhhhhh" and grabbed onto his shoulder as i stumbled a little from the sensation. "I just want to make sure the medicine gets deep down there", he said smiling and reaching up with his massing my nipple. "You want me to fuck you right now? I know your pussy is so wet." he said in my ear while he was moving the sound in me and then took his other hands of my nipple and put two fingers partially in my hole. In my state of excitement i lifted my leg in the air to give him more access to my hole and he then thrusted his fingers in me. "Grab my cock now", he said In a daze i grabbed it and massaged it. "It would feel so good in you wouldnt it?", he whispered in my ear and he started to lightly kiss my neck" "Ohhh please", i moaned "Please what", he said "Please stop please", i moaned "You sure you want me to stop", he said as his fingers were in my wet hole fucking me and his other hand on the sound and my hand on his cock. "Yes only my Daddy can fuck me until i get pozzed", i said moaning in a daze "Ohhh you are good little whore", he said as he slowly withdrew his fingers from my hole and stuck them in my mouth. i licked them clean. He then pushed my on my knees and sucked his cock. It was huge and i never sucked someone with a PA before but it was still smaller than DAddys. "Ohhh you are good cock sucker. Most guys cant swallow me hole on the first try", he said He started to fuck my mouth good and after a few minutes bust 4-5 huge loads in my mouth. I savored it and then swallowed. After he calmed down he pulled out of my mouth and pulled up his pants. I started to get dressed and he bent me over and started to eat my pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh", i moaned and pushed back into his mouth He ate me for about a minute and then stopped. "I wanted to taste that ass and its delicious" He helped my put the plug back in and cock cage and plug. He said "You can get your results online tomorrow and we will see you back here in two week", he smiled. I cant wait i said.

I find that as a bottom, being on a sling is the purest form of offering my hole to horny guys because I feel vulnerable while I offer my hole. When I go to a sauna I like renting a room with a sling. On March 2020, just before the pandemic I went to Spa Excess in Toronto and rented a sling room on the 3rd floor. I can spend a long time laying on the sling in my darken room waiting for cocks.

When we got to his place it was around 9pm. He invited me in and asked if i was hungry. I was and he heated up some leftover pizza and we sat down and ate dinner and drank some beers. We talked about our history. He knew he was gay from an early age. He had a few partners but has been single since he became poz about 2 years ago. I told him that i was bi and not out about it and did most of my exploring with gay masseurs. Also mentioned i had gotten into fisting. "What do you like about being fisted" he asked "I like feeling a mans hand in me and having that full and deep feeling and having my limits stretched. But its more than physical. Being fisted to me is the ultimate in offering myself to the man that i am with. To spread my legs and offer myself to him and allow him to take me, own me from deep inside. Having him deep in my controlling me is amazing." i said "You like giving yourself to your man", he asked looking at me deeply with his eyes "Yes i do. If the connection is right. I want to give myself totally to him", i said softly looking at him He leaned in and kissed my so softly. I leaned forward kissing him back our mouths opening and caressing each other's tongues. He picked up my hand and led me to his bedroom. We started to make out and take off our clothes. As we got naked he pushed me back on his bed. I pushed myself up to the top and lay there opening my legs for him. He lay on me and we made incredible passionate love or at least it felt like it. His kissing was so intense, assertive yet passionate. He was raping my mouth with his tongue and i didnt want him to stop. I opened my legs more as his cock was pushing at my hole. He then kissed me all over sucking on my nipples then going down on me briefly taking my hard cock in his mouth and then lifting my ass off the bed and he started eating my hole. I lifted up my ass to meet his mouth and held my legs back. "Ohhhh Brian eat me please", i moaned He kept eating me out and and moaned and writhed all over the bed. Then he got up on his knees, put my legs on his shoulders and put the head of his fat cock at my hole. He spat on his cock and pressed his head in. "Uggghhhh", i winced as his cock was so fat. He kissed and played with my tits and pushed in. It hurt like hell but also felt sooo good. Finally he was balls deep in me. He didn't wait this time to start fucking me. He started with short strokes then to long strokes and started pounding me. "Ohhhh your pussy is so tight. Its like a tight glove around my cock", he moaned and breathed hard as he picked up his pace His cock was stretching and pounding my hole. It hurt but also felt so good and he was banging my prostate. I started to moan in a whining bitch in heat sound and said" Uhhhh fuck me please. Fuck me hard, take me own me please". I tried to raise my ass higher off the bed to get more of him in me. I wanted all of him in me. "Ohh bitch you are mine aren't you. You want me to stop and pull out. Maybe put on a condom or you like it bare?", he said picking up his pace "Bare please and please don't sto fucking me please. Fuck me, take me and make me yours please", i begged "You want my seed in you?", he yelled "Yes i do please mark me, make me yours please", i blathered out I was in total ecstasy. I was high on the pain and pleasure. I had never felt this way before and my eyes rolled back and my ass uncontrollably started to spasm. I grabbed his hips and i didnt know what was happening to my body and i started to shoot spurt after spurt of cum all over his chest and mine. "Ahhhhhhh", he yelled as my ass was squeezing his cock hard "Here is comes bitch", he yelled I felt his thick cock expand and i felt his hot juice spurt in me and my hole suddenly felt all wet and warm. My ass squeezed even harder and i felt like i was having a continued orgasm. His fucking slowed down but he kept pounding me and grinding in me. He leaned in and kissed me deeply are lips locked. He leg go of my legs off his shoulder and i let them slide on his side and i wrapped them tight around his waist crossing them at the bottom of his back and wrapped my arms around his back. "Please stay in me please", i asked softly. "I need you in me", i said. He kissed me back deeply and said "Don't worry i wont", he said In our embrace he slowly kept grinding expanding my whole with his thick meat and massaging my prostate. It felt so amazing to have him in me and to feel his seed in me and my legs and arms wrapped around him. I drifted off with him in me. I was in heaven. I woke up to use the bathroom. It was about 2am. As i climbed back in bed i looked at him. He was so hot. He lay there on his back with his legs partly spread. His penis was soft but still meaty. I couldn't resist, climbed on the bottom part of the bed and started to lick him and softly suck on him as not to wake him up. After several minutes of licking him, teasing his head with my fingers and sucking lightly on him, his cock was at full mast. It was glorious. I dribbled more salaiva on it and then climbed on. I winced as its still a thick piece of meat but squatted down until half of his huge cock was in me and slowly kept sliding on it when finally i had all of him in me. I started riding him, putting my hands on his chest. "Hmmm someone needs Daddy's cock", he whispered "Yes Daddy I needed to have you back in me again", i moaned as a rode his meat He grabbed my waist and started to pick me up with his strength and pull me back down on his cock. I moaned like a total whore and threw my head back. He then got up and pushed me on my back while still keeping his cock in me. He lifted my ass off the bed and then piledrived into me. "OHHHH Shit", i cried "You wanted it you are going to get it", he moaned He fucked my hard like that only the top of my back on the bed and my neck bent looking up at this god who was fucking the shit out of me. He fucked me like that for what seemed like for ever then turned me over flat on my stomach, spread my legs and entered me from behind pushing down on my back. "OOHHHHH your hurting me", i yelled. It felt like he was tearing my hole. I grabbed the sheets and bit down on them. He essentially sat on me and pounded me mercilessly. "Bitch i am going make you pregnant.", he said in my ear as he grabbed my hair lifted my head towards him and gave me a wet sloppy tongue lock. He rode me like and then i could feel him tense up and his cock expand in me, "Here is comes boy....ughhhhhhhhhh", he grunted and felt spurts in me. "Ahhhh yes, breed me please", i cried out lifting my ass to meet his cock. He pushed my ass back down grinding his cock in me then lying on me kissing the back of my neck. "You're mine", he said as he breathed and kissed my neck "I know", i leaned back and said He rolled off of me after all his cock softened and all his cum went into me. I moved back to the top of the bed and put my head on his chest and fell asleep.' I woke up and looked over and i was in the bed alone. It was 9am. I put my head back down on the pillow. My ass was sore and wet. I started to think about last night and everything that happened. It hit me that i had fucked bareback and taken cum from someone who was poz. I started to worry about it. Would i get HIV? Would i get AIDS? What would i tell my family? "Good morning sleepy head. You were out last night.", he said. He walked over to the bed and sat next to me sitting up. "Good morning" i said quitely "You ok", he said "I am worried about last night", i told him "You mean about getting fucked bareback by someone with HIV?, he said "Yes. I am scared and worried and don't know what to do? Should i go see my doctor or go to a clinic?", i said worryingly. I started to tear. He sat next to me on the bed and i sat up next to him. As i did a bunch of cum plopped out and my butt made a little noise. I took my fingers and wiped some of it up and he leaned over and licked off my fingers and then kissed me deeply. I kissed back and opened my mouth to accept the cum juice. "That is how we taste together", he said. It then clicked what that meant. My pussy juice and his cum....this is how we tasted together. Pulling back, he said "It's up to you what you want to do" "That's the problem, i am confused", i said He put his around my should and i leaned in on him, his hand on my thigh. "I don't know what i want to do, i mean i took your poz cock and cum", i sobbed and looked up at him "I know i shouldn't have but i did", i said "Did you enjoy it", he asked "Yes a lot", i responded "Then what are you afraid of", he asked "Getting pozzed. I am angry at myself for letting this happen", i said tearing His hand was rubbing my thigh and now brushed against my hard cock. "Maybe you are angry cause you know you liked it. In fact you wanted it", he leaned in and started to kiss my ear "No i don't want to get hiv", i said "Are you sure cause your cock is telling me something else right now", he said as his hand was now rubbing my hard cock and i let out a soft moan "I can't be. I don't want to be pozzed", i uttered "You sure cause again your cock is telling me another thing", he said as his hand was now stroking me I just moaned back in a daze and conflicted "You wanted to give yourself to me, to let me breed you and make you a poz slut", he said in my ear "No i dont want to be pozzed please, i don't know whats going on", i said yielding to his maniplulations. My hand found his mammoth cock and started to stroke it. "You want it, you want me to poz you again", he said pushing me back "Don't worry i will take care of you. You will be mine", he said kissing my neck "Yes" i moaned "Yes please Daddy own me, breed me, poz me and make me yours I opened my legs once again and offered myself to him taking him in me. We fucked like this and doggy for the next hour. "Tell me what you want", he said fucking me "I want you to poz me please Daddy, please poz me", i cried out "Here you go baby. Take my load", ugghhhh and he unloaded another poz load in me. After several minutes in my arms grinding in my whole and while kissing and pulled back from the kiss. "Daddy how long will it take for me to be poz", i asked "I don't know but i will make sure of it", he said back and kissed me deeply. I thought I am his now and I love it.

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

I'm so excited to tell someone that today I took four loads at my city's old bathhouse! I felt like such a slut talking all that raw cock inside me, so many older men turned my hole into a cunt, most of them doubled me in age. I lost count how many men I had sex with today, which Is a first for me! Honestly, by the end I was feeling so proud of myself for letting loose (both mentally and physicaly hehe). I'm not used to be bred so much in a day, but I fucking loved it. I had such amazing sex, I felt my hole begging to keep being barebacked, dicks went from ass to mouth and to ass again, and I was happy to serve the men at the bathhouse. I went home with a huge smile in my face and four loads in my ass! And even after a few hours, my hole was still dripping the cum of several strangers. I can't wait to go again!

100% agreed. Slutting is something most of us need. Making promises we don't intend to keep is something we don't need.

It was last friday. I texted with a few people online and was so damn horny. I decided to call one of my friends who uses my hole from time to time. I already waited for him only wearing my jockstrap. He immediately put his pants down and started to fuck me only with his spit as lube. After a few minutes he finished inside me and left me alone with his hot load dripping out of my boypussy. It was nice but way to short :)

I only do it and ask for it to be done if it is clean and we didn't use artificial lube. If the bottom is sufficiently cleaned out the only smell/taste is that of cum and the natural mucus/lube that the bottom produces from being fucked. I enjoy it because it is tasting our fuck (as a top you can felch your cum out of the bottom afterward) is a final connection, especially if you kiss and share the taste of your fuck. I won't do it, if we weren't completely clean or they insist on artificial lube, neither smell/taste is pleasant.

Can't wait for the Asa and Nick to meet up in Monrovia... that will definitely be a night to remember. If Hollywood ever pick up an option on this story I want to be the casting director 🙂 🎭

------- Chapter 6.5 - Daddy ------- The semester was coming to a close and Ric didn't want it to end. He would be heading back home for the summer and while he wanted to see his friends there, he didn't want to leave his friends out west either. His visits with Joe had become more frequent, even if they were just overnight or day visits now. He now had a group of friends at school rivaling the number he had back home. Many of them were fuck buddies and many were carrying his bug. The one he was going to miss the most was Mateo. He finally spoke the words a week earlier when he'd worked up the courage to tell him. They had been getting closer and finally Ric told Mateo that he loved him. The sex they had that night was the most passionate yet, made better by Mateo telling him the same thing. But they would only be together for a few more weeks before the summer break and he hoped he would still have a boyfriend when the fall semester started. He knew long distance relationships rarely lasted. Sunday afternoon they were on the bed, intertwined and trying to study when Ric heard the familiar chirp from his work phone. He reached over and pulled it out of his backpack and glanced over the notification. "Why do you have two phones, Ric?" Mateo asked. Ric had tried to figure out how to let Mateo know about his side jobs. Mateo was OK with him having sex with other guys, but he wondered how he'd take him getting paid for it. Or the porn videos he had done. "Uh, one is my work phone" Ric said calmly. He was about to explain when he heard "Work phone? I didn't know you had a job." While he'd been able to keep most of it quiet over the year, he had to be honest with Mateo and this seemed like a good time to tell him the last of his secrets. It was just the two of them in the dorm room and the door was closed. "Uh... yeah, I do. I've had two this year. I hope it won't change your impression of me..." Ric started to say. Mateo turned to him, setting his tablet down and waiting for Ric to tell him more. "Oh? Why?" he asked. "I was in a few videos last year... adult videos. I stopped when some guys recognized me" Ric said. "Wow. I always thought you looked hotter than the guys I'd see in porn clips. I guess I was watching the wrong ones. So I got porn star cum inside me now?" Mateo asked. "Mmhmm, but I don't think of myself as a star. I just did four scenes before I gave it up" Ric replied. "You said two jobs. What was the other?" Mateo asked. Ric took a deep breath and told him "I escort." "You what? Guys pay you for sex? Or women?" Mateo asked, sounding even more surprised. "Yeah... mostly guys but a few couples. I really don't like to have sex with women but if its a couple and they pay enough..." Ric said, trying to figure out if Mateo was OK with it. A few seconds later, Mateo looked at him grinning "Fuck, that's so cool. I've had a couple guys offer me money to fuck but I didn't have the guts to do it." Ric grinned back at him, saying "I'll keep that in mind the next time I get a request for two guys. I'd love to fuck a guy with you, whether we get paid for it or not." Ric picked up his work phone again and looked at the message. "Hi. I would like to meet again when I am out there for business this week. I will be available after 9pm on tuesday-thursday. Please let me know if you will be available then" the email said. He showed it to Mateo and said "Here's one that just came in. Twenty five percent chance anything comes from it, even though we've met before." "How many guys message you?" Mateo asked and Ric popped back to the main message list and scrolled down a few times showing him the recent message threads. "Damn... you're popular. I'm surprised you have any time for me" Mateo said. Ric said "Most messages only lead to gigs about ten percent of the time because I don't let it run my life. You, friends and school take priority. That's one rule my friend Joe taught me. He's the one that got me to escort too. I filled in when he couldn't go." A moment later, Ric replied to the client's message - "Hi, thanks for your message. I am available Tues or Wed at that time. How long of a meeting are you looking for?" Each message gave more information and Ric explained to Mateo "His messages show he's done this before, besides our two previous ones. And now he wants to talk, rather than leave an email trail. Do you mind if I call him now?" "Not at all. Do you want me to leave while you talk to him?" Mateo asked. "No, stay here. I don't want to hide this from you any more" Ric replied. The conversation only lasted a few minutes and Ric had a much better idea of what the guy wanted. He didn't put it on speaker to let Mateo hear, since other people could have overheard through the thin walls. Ric filled Mateo in on the parts he couldn't hear. "He's looking for sex and some role play. He's an older guy, I usually bottom, bareback is preferred and he knows I'm poz, which seems to turn him on. This time he wants me to be in control and top, a son fucking his daddy. I'm going to meet him Tuesday at his hotel at ten PM. I'll get a call earlier that day to confirm and with the room number" Ric told him quietly. "So it turned out? Cool!" Mateo said, seeming to be more excited about it than Ric. "Maybe. We're now up to sixty or seventy percent chance. If I hear from him on Tuesday then we're up to ninety-five percent. If he opens the door then its ninety-nine. I don't count on anything until I walk out of the room with money in my pocket. A few have tried to screw me and a few more have gotten cold feet. One was so scared we just talked for an hour. He actually hired me again and it turned out damn good" Ric said. "I want to hear all the juicy details after you meet him" Mateo said, getting more excited by the moment. "Sorry, I never share what happens with clients. Its another rule Joe told me. I might say a few things but I won't say anything that might identify him or much more than if I top or bottom. If these guys think I'm telling anyone, then I'll never see them again and they might tell others that I can't be trusted. Joe and I don't compare notes either unless it was a really bad meet. Paul too." "Paul? Warehouse party Paul?" Mateo asked. "Shit. Uh, yeah. Don't say anything but he escorts too. I've done three or four jobs with him. But those are the only two guys I know. Anyway... we don't talk about clients, except who to avoid" Ric said. "You've talked about Joe a lot. I used to think he was your boyfriend" Mateo said. Ric chuckled before saying "Nah. He's got a partner and I used to worry his partner would be jealous of us. We're more like brothers than anything. He's the one that took my virginity. And he pozzed me. And taught me a ton of stuff. You should meet him next time I visit them. Just be prepared to get your brains fucked out. They're always horny." "Like you aren't. He pozzed you? Did you know?" Mateo asked. "Yeah, he told me before. I asked him to fuck me bare and later to breed me, but I was naive and didn't really know what I was asking. I don't regret it, though. I have a deep connection to some guys like you and him because of it" Ric said pulling him close. Tuesday night Ric showed up at the hotel room and knocked. The discussion about the roleplay earlier in the day surprised Ric. Their previous meets had always been daddy/son with the client being a top. This time the client wanted to reverse it and bottom for an aggressive son getting revenge on his abusive dad. "Get as rough as you can" the client told him. Having remembered his first gig with Paul, he had the client pick a safe word to make sure he didn't go too far. The client started the role play by opening the door and roughly pulling Ric in. The client was just wearing his underwear, a pair of well used white briefs. A layer of mostly gray hair covered his chest and some darker hair was on his arms and legs. The beard that he had on their other meets was gone and only a bushy mustache remained on his face. There was one well worn armband tattoo on his upper right arm and a small earring in his left ear. "Where the fuck have you been, son?" the client barked. "What do you care? All you're interested in is that whore you picked up in the bar. Does he suck you as good as I used to?" Ric replied, pushing the client toward the bed. "You show some respect or I'm gonna beat that ass again" the client said, showing some anger in his voice. "Those days are fuckin over. I'm not going to be your cunt boi anymore. My friends told me it's time for me to show you who's the real boss in this fucked up family" Ric snarled back. "Friends? A pathetic little fag like you has friends? Hah!" the client said back. "Yeah, where do you think I spend all my time so I don't have to listen you try and keep it hard enough to fuck your cumdump of a boyfriend" Ric growled back, giving another shove to the client and making him fall back on the bed. Ric let out a menacing laugh telling him "Yeah, I bet you spend a lot of time like that, praying that someone will be desperate enough to fuck that sorry ass of yours." Ric pulled his tee shirt off and kicked off his shoes. A few seconds later, he was bending over the bed, leaning over the client. Ric didn't really like demeaning his sex partners, but this was what the client had asked for, along with a hard fuck where the client got bred. He'd spent most of the day trying to come up with things to say and do for the session, even surfing porn for ideas. "I don't have any problems finding guys to fuck. All you know how to do is bend over and beg for dick" the client growled back. "You'd be surprised. There's lots of guys that know what my dick feels like, wrecking their ass. Wanna see?" Ric said, derisively. He reached down and rolled the client over the corner of the bed and slapped his ass hard. "What the fuck you think you're doing?" the client yelled out. "Showin you what a good fuck is. Now spread those legs!" Ric barked. He reached down and ripped the back of the briefs open, showing the client's hairy ass and crack. Ric unzipped his jeans, pushing them down and then kicking them to the side. The pills had made sure that his dick was hard and it was stretching his jockstrap almost to the breaking point. He squeezed his cock out of the side of the jock and ripped the opening on the briefs wider. "What? Fuck... No!!! I ain't gonna be your bottom bitch" the client cried out. "Yeah you are. And this is just the start. From now on, you're gonna be the one getting fucked whenever I need to pound some hole" Ric said, adding a sinister laugh. One hand pushed down on client's lower back and the other Ric used to spread the client's butt apart, revealing the pink hole and the hair that surrounded it. He spit over the hole twice before forcing a finger into the slightly tight hole. He pushed a second finger in, twisting it around. "FUCK! STOP!!!! You can't do this to your dad!" the client yelled back, trying to wiggle away from the pressure of Ric's hand. "Sure I can. Just think of all those times you raped me. What was it? A hundred times or two after mom left when she caught you fucking the landscaping guy? Now it's payback time!" Ric growled. He added a third finger and twisted back and forth a few times, catching his fingernail a couple times. He heard the client groan and he laughed again. Ric yanked his hand free, spat again and shoved his hard shaft into the throbbing hole. He finally broke through on the fourth jab. "FUCK! You better have a condom on... I don't know where that dick's been" the client cried out. "You never used one on me... so I'm gonna fuck you bare too" Ric said, pulling his cock out and stuffing it back in. "FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!" the client yelled out again. "Yeah? I was going to just piss into your hole, but if you want me to fuck, I will" Ric told the client, laughing again. Only a couple inches were inside the hole, but that was going to change quickly. Another few stabs and half of his cock was ripping into the soft chute. "Bigger than that little stub that you have, isn't it daddy?" Ric asked. He didn't wait for a reply and thrust in again, driving deeper into the hole and feeling the client pant from the brutal intrusion. Ric slowly pulled back, leaving just the head inside. He heard the client whimpering and hoped he wasn't being too rough. While the client had picked a safe word earlier, he hadn't used it. "Oh god... No... please..." the client begged, but Ric shoved in. This time, instead of just leaving his cock buried inside the client's hole, he began plowing with long strokes. The guy never got less than half of his cock and usually more. It took a while, but the precum Ric was leaking finally let him fuck faster. The whimpers got louder as Ric began to pound the client's ass. "Come on, daddy, take it like a man! Isn't that what you used to tell me when I started to whimper like a pup?" Ric said. He gave a hard shove and the client cried out again. "You want it all? Or is this deep enough?" Ric asked. He heard a loud gasp followed by the client groaning out "Oh god... you got more?? It fuckin hurts... add more lube!" "Nah... this feels good. Just enough precum to lube it but still let my cock tear up that cunt. I want you to feel this fuck for a few days" Ric growled. He started to pound faster, feeling his balls tingle as they readied their payload. "Oh god... Oh god... please... slow down" the client begged. "Slow down? Yeah, I'll slow down after I knock this hole up" Ric snarled back. "Oh fuck NO!!! Pull out! Don't cum in me... PLEASE!" he heard from the bottom. Ric gave another sinister laugh. "Pull out? Fuck no! I never do. How else are you gonna get all my poz swimmers into that fertile cunt?" Ric said. His cock swelling and the thrusts getting slower. "What? Poz what? Oh FUCK! PULL OUT!!!" the guy begged. When he walked into the hotel earlier, he wasn't sure about breeding the client. He'd told him that he was poz and not on meds, but the client had brushed the comment off. Without the safe word being mentioned and him getting as close to orgasm as he was, he decided to go for it. "NO Fuckin way, daddy. If I'm charged up, you should be too. Let me knock up the whore too if he's not already. I don't want to count on you doing it, you'd probably fuck that up too" Ric said as he drove in one more time while his cock unleashed eight strong pulses of cum. Ric was surprised at how hard he came. He never thought this was a scenario that would turn him on like it did. He'd fucked a lot of guys, some of them just as rough if not harder and had gotten verbal about it, but he'd never treated a bottom like this. When the last spurts had pumped his seed into the client, he waited a few moments before pulling his softening cock out. Ric grabbed a small towel and wiped his cock off as he looked over the client who was still laying on the bed, face down. The towel showed how badly he'd torn up the guy and he hoped the client wasn't having regrets about the session. "Fuck... that was hot" the client said after finally rolling over. Ric smiled back at him as he reached for his jeans. "I haven't been used like that in a long time. My partner just isn't into it. I was surprised when you agreed. You don't seem like the type that would do it, but I liked how you got into the role" the client said. "I hope I was ok. It was my first time doing that kind of scene. Most guys that want a daddy/boy scene want something a lot tamer. Or like our previous meetings, daddy fucking the son. Uh... as I said this afternoon... I am poz and detectable, so depending on your status you might want to hit up the clinic" Ric said, pulling his tee on. The client chuckled. "I'll roll the dice and see what happens. Nothin happened when I fucked you the other times we met, so it was time to see if the risk really made it hotter" he said. The client got up and opened a dresser drawer and pulled out an envelope before grabbing the other one that had been on the table when Ric walked in. "Here's your fee and a bit extra. I really had fun today. I want to do something like this next time I'm out here too. Thanks" the client said. Ric took the envelopes and put them in his back pocket. "Thanks. You know where you can find me for next time. It doesn't have to be like this one, I can charge you up with a normal fuck. Just ask my real dad" he told the guy before walking to the door. The shower Ric took back in the dorm was long and hot. He thought about the meeting with the client and decided that it was good to try something new and he enjoyed the physical part of the meet, he just wasn't sure about treating another guy like that, even as role play. Like he told the client, there were plenty of other ways to fuck and knock up a guy. He wandered over to Mateo's room and found him studying. "How'd the job go?" he asked. "Good. Not sure he'll be neg much longer, but it paid well and the client liked it. I hope he will want to meet again after he's poz. Uh, Mateo. Are you busy this Saturday?" Ric asked. "Just studying, why?" he replied. "I'd like you to meet my friends Joe and Kyle. I know there will be some sex and good food, but I don't know what else they have planned" Ric said. Mateo smiled and nodded back to him. Ric tapped on the door just like he had a every time he'd gone over to visit since he'd moved out for college. It was two days before his flight home for the summer and he wanted to see Joe and Kyle one more time before the summer break. The door opened and Joe stood there naked looking closely at his guests. There was a grin on his face as he invited them in. "Joe, this is my boyfriend Mateo. Mateo, this is Joe, the brother I wished I had" Ric said. ----------- END -----------

I own one---best investment I have made for great sex. I opted for a stand. I love how versatile that makes it---taking it to motels, sex parties, etc. Mine is made by JimSupport.

The next time I was to their home for dinner I learned the boyfriend had gone for blood tests. To everyone's surprise, especially the boyfriend's he was negative. He had them repeat the test he was so convinced after all the loads from strangers he'd received that he must be poz. Nope, negative with the follow up test. At every opportunity he could he turned the conversation to his deep desire to be pozed. He was surprised yet relieved that he hadn't converted already . Now he wanted to fully immerse himself as a chaser. My pozer was still adamant that he wouldn't 'do it to his partner.' They argued through most of the meal. They argued about this almost every time I saw them, even when one or the other of them was fucking and breeding me. As I flew home at the end of my vacation I was sure their partnership was doomed. The next fall I was surprised to get a special invitation to the boyfriend's birthday party. Even though it would require a special trip I decided I was too curious to pass the invitation up. They picked me up late afternoon at the Mexican airport, took me to the neighbouring city and we feasted on a great meal. As the sun was setting we headed off on a walk which eventually took us down a back ally. My pozer knocked on a black metal door and after talking with the bouncer who opened it we were ushered in. It took some time for my eyes to adjust to the muted lighting but I eventually realized we were in a small chapel. Where a communion table would normally be at the front there was a sling. Standing around the chapel were about a dozen very rough looking guys in various stages of undress. They were all tattooed and the room smelled of a pleasant mix of candle smoke and Male body odor . A head priest like figure came out from behind the elaborate ornamentation at the front and stood facing us wrapped in a full length black Cape. He cleared his throat and everyone fell silent. He then thrust his arms up fully opening the cape and stood there spread eagle, naked save leather chest harness, and sporting the biggest hardon I had ever seen. Over his cock was a beautiful big biohazard tattoo. He called the boyfriend forward by name. With his deep rich ritualistic voice he proceeded to ask the boyfriend if he would consent to a rapid HIV blood test. When the boyfriend nodded yes he was instructed to strip and helped up into the sling. The crowd moved into a semi circle of worshippers. The priest proceeded to pull a syringe and withdrew the blood sample from the boyfriend's ass. The priest fed his cock to the boyfriend as everyone waited two minutes for the test results. The priest's resonate deep voice proclaimed; "Negative! Good, our ritual conversion can proceed. This man has been chasing the gift. His lover has brought him to be our sacrificial lamb tonight. Let's give him the birthday gift he so desperately wants." Then speaking to the boyfriend. "Each of these fine men are going to breed and poz your ass tonight. They are all toxic poz, no medication allowed in my cult. Four of them are in end stage AIDS with viral loads through the roof. Only a miracle will let you leave this ritual without being well on the road to conversion. Who do you want to prepare your ass with this bottle brush?" "Fuck, really? My boyfriend of course." My pozer stepped up and rammed the bottle brush deep into his partner's hole. The boyfriend screamed the entire time the brush was fucked in and out and twisted. When the screams subsided to sobs my pozer spoke; "Happy birthday lover. I've been planning this for a while. I stopped meds five months ago. I've already pozed three of the last few guys we played with. But it appears I can't knock you up alone so I volunteered you to this pozing cult. " Sliding his raw cock into his boyfriend's ass. "So you ready to be claimed and converted?" "Wow, wow! You're fuckin right I'm ready. " With the room wildly cheering and encouraging it didn't take my pozer long to dump his now toxic load. For the next two hours each man in the room took their turn to load the boyfriend's ass. My pozer was so excited that after a while he came up behind me, lowered my shorts and shoved on in. Twenty minutes later he was unloading in me as the second full blown AIDS guy sprayed his boyfriend's guts with high viral load toxin. My ass was not empty long before the first full blown AIDS guy was teasing my hole. "I suspect you don't want to pass this opportunity up. " I just pushed back and was impaled. "Right choice." Was his response as we slammed against each other. I would eventually end up with 3 loads out of the four full blown AIDS guys. Meanwhile everyone but the priest had pozed the boyfriend. The sickest of the AIDS guys was motioned beside the sling. The priest now had an open swiss army knife. "Andrea will die soon, you are about to become blood brothers so you can keep a part of him alive." A small slit was made in each of their middle fingers and they grasped each other's hands making sure their blood would mix. "As the newest convert to my cult I must receive your last negative load. " The boyfriend was helped out of the sling and the priest slid in. By the ease with which the boyfriend slid in someone's cum had prelubed the priest. A vicious fuck ensued and eventually the boyfriend's potentially last negative load was planted in the priest. They changed places once again and all cheered as the priest's venom was blasted into the boyfriend. The rest of my weekend visit passed quickly and I flew home. Two weeks later my pozer sent me a photo of his boyfriend hooked up to all kinds of lines in an ICU unit. For years he'd been highly resistant to infection, then when it took he got the fuck flu but bad. It took a few weeks but he did recover and was over the moon to have officially joined 'the brotherhood' and no longer be in a sero- discordant couple.

Hell yeah, definitely get one. I bought a sling last year and it's permanently up. It puts my boy's (or anyone else's) asshole at the perfect height and with the bottoms' ankles in the stirrups I can spread his legs wide and high to Give me easy and deep access. My boy loves me riding his ass in. the sling - it's comfortable for him and I can vary his experience by raising or lowering his shoulders above or below his ass. Plus, most bottoms love being fucked in a sling. You won't regret buying it.

I laid there glowing and my ass feeling empty. He took off the condom placed in a trash can near the massage table. I couldn't stop staring at his cock. He moved closer to my face and grabbed the back of my head very gently and pushed it towards his cock. Up until this point i have never sucked off another guy before. I had only had sex with women and watched some gay porn. I opened my mouth and took his head in and licked it and sucked it. He still had lots of cum on his cock and it was still oozing out. It tasted better than i thought and had that viscous creamy texture. I started to suck more and licked up and down his shaft. My teeth scraped him and he said to be careful. I nodded but kept sucking and licking him wanting more of his cum. He put his head back and moaned and grabbed my head more forcefully trying to push his cock deeper in my mouth. I gagged as i had never had anything like this in my mouth before let alone this size. He pulled back giving me time to regroup but i wanted to suck his cock. I leaned in and sucked it like i needed it and wanted to coaxed and suck as much cum that was left in his cock out. I saw his expression of pleasure and moaning as i sucked it and he was clearly enjoying it and i realized i enjoyed pleasing him. Then i felt his fingers on my ass entering my hole. He teased my hole rubbing the outside and using his fingernail to drive me crazy. I pushed my ass back down on his finger and it slipped in. He then stuck in 1, 2 then 3 fingers swirling them in me and massaging my prostate which drove me crazy he started to used his fingers to fuck me. I moaned and went on sucking his thick tool determined to eat his cum. This went on for about 10 minutes sucking his cock and balls and then he shot a huge load in my mouth. He started to tense up and i he held my head and pushed into my mouth and throat holding it there while gagged and i pulled back a little and about 5 spurts came out and swallowed the first but kept the rest in my mouth cause i really wanted to taste him. I went back down on him as far as i could sucking on him. i swirled his cream in my mouth, reveled in the feel and taste and looked up at him and swallowed it. He kept on playing my hole working it and then he grabbed my cock and went down on me. OHHHH, i said in a loud moan. At that moment he then stuck a fourth finger in my hole. I yelled, OOOOOOWWWWW. It hurt like hell to have his fourth finger in me but he started to do that twirling motion and massaging my prostate and the pain suddenly turned into immense pleasure. I couldn't last long like this, his hot mouth on my cock and his hand in my man pussy making me feel things i have never felt before. Then his left hand went to my nipples and that was it, i let out a loud groan and shot load after load into his mouth. He swallowed my load and kept sucking on me. He kept up working my hole and nipples sending me into an overboard ecstasy of pleasure. I stopped sucking him and just laid letting him work me over. I pushed his mouth off of me as my head was super sensitive. He took that as a sign to stop all playing and stop working my hole but i pushed down on his hand. He smiled and started again working it slowly. I just laid there moaning in pleasure. After a few minutes he finally pulled out his hand sucked his fingers clean then leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss stuck his tongue in my mouth, i opened up and accepted and kissed him back sucking and tasting his tongue. It was my first kiss with a man and it felt right. He pulled back and said, "That is how your pussy tastes.", I looked at him in his deep eyes and leaned in for another kiss and our tongues intertwined with each other playing a lovely dance and i sucked on his tongue to taste more of myself. "One day you will taste both of us together", he said. I didn't know what that mean but just smiled and enjoyed the moment. I went back down on him to suck out more as much as i could get. Finally he pushed back as his cock was so sensitive too. We were both spent.

------- Chapter 1.2 - The Closeted Couple & The Cowboy ------- Ric had forgotten how much sex could improve his attitude. The hookup a couple days prior had made even doing laundry on Friday night less of a chore. He sat there waiting for the dryer to finish and when the last person had left the room he fished out his work phone. "Next week pretty open so I can do gig. M or Tu? any time after 4" he typed and sent off to Paul. "cool. Monday@8. send addr Mon" Paul sent back a few minutes later. Ric smiled and knew he'd have plenty of time to prepare after class for the job with Paul. Like last time, he didn't know a lot about the meet, but was excited to do another one with Paul. The one last Spring had turned out really good and with no firm jobs coming from his own ads, it was good to have a chance to make some money. The buzzer went off, telling him his clothes were ready and he collected everything and went back up to his room. A lot of people were milling around when he got off the elevator and he felt everyone was staring at him. Doing laundry on a Friday night told everyone he didn't have a social life and now they had seen the proof. Even his roommate Eddy, the guy who studied unless he was sleeping, had dressed up a little to meet some friends. Ric put all of his clothes away and decided to wander the hall and see what was going on. It didn't take long and he ran into Dan and Scotty standing in the open doorway of a dorm room, obviously drunk. He'd seen them around the floor, always together, but hadn't talked to them since the awkward breakfast. "Guess I need to get a fake ID too" Ric thought to himself. "Hey guys, whatcha up to?" Ric asked. "Hi, just standing around, drinkin n talkin" Dan said. There was a little pause and Dan stared at Ric a moment before he blurted out "You really gay?" Ric chuckled hearing a slur to Dan's words. "As gay as you are drunk. Why?" Ric asked. "Cuz we don't know of any other gay guys on the floor. I'm sick of hearing guys talk about bangin pussy" Scotty said, slurring his words just as bad as his boyfriend. Ric glanced around and didn't see anyone nearby and said "There's a few, based on some of the reactions I've gotten so far. You sure they're not talkin' about guy's pussies? But... I doubt you'd want hear about the guys I've banged this semester" grinning afterwards. "Oh fuck yeah we would! We don't fool around with other guys but it would hot to hear how a stud like you does it" Dan said. "Prepare to be bored. Uh... you got any more of what you're drinking? I haven't gotten buzzed for almost a month and I'd like to get on the same drunk level as you guys" Ric said. Dan turned and slipped into the open door and came back with a six pack with 2 beers missing. Ric looked at the carton and said "Mmm, good stuff. But... you guys got drunk on one beer?" Scotty giggled and said "No, that's our second six pack. Let's go inside so you can tell us all the juicy details." "Uh, maybe" Ric said. Once inside, Dan kicked the door closed. A few seconds later he added "Its a little warm in here, I'm going to take my shirt off. You guys can too, if you want." Soon, they were all shirtless. Dan sat in the corner of the bed and then Scotty sat down in front of him. Dan wrapped his arm around Scotty and kissed the back of his neck while Ric sat at the other end, facing them. The best description of them that Ric could come up with was "nerdy twink". Both had brown hair, Scotty's was short and Dan's shaggy. Dan was trying to grow a goatee, but it was pretty sparse and Scotty was clean shaven. From seeing them in the shower, he knew neither had much body hair except for their bush and pits. Dan was thinner and Scotty had a little bit of muscle on his body and a firm bubble butt. Ric had also saw gotten a glimpse of their average sized cocks. "Fuck, this is so hot being able to do this with someone else around" Scotty said before taking another sip of beer. Ric smiled. "I hope you cuddle like that when you're alone, too. It's good to hold someone close" Ric said. "Yeah, but since we don't share a room, it's hard to find a time when we can" Dan said. "Oh. Do you know when your roommate is coming back?" Ric asked, not wanting someone to surprise them. "Sunday night, so Scotty is staying here until then" Dan said, grinning and obviously excited at spending a lot of time with his boyfriend. "Ah, now the shower bit makes more sense. It wasn't just a shower" Ric said, grinning back at them. He watched both of them blush. A few seconds later, Ric asked "Uh... Where did you get the beer? I'd love to have my own stash." Ric was hoping they knew a place that would sell to freshman. "My brother stopped by earlier with a care package from home. Besides the stuff mom packed, he stopped and got a case of beer and some condoms for us" Dan said, chuckling. "Condoms? Does he know you're gay?" Ric asked. Dan nodded and replied "He's one of the few. He caught me fucking Scotty last year and has been really cool about it, thank god. He didn't say anything to our parents either." "Great, but if you guys only have sex with each other, you don't need condoms. Scotty isn't going to get pregnant" Ric said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sex class told us to always use condoms" Scotty replied. "That's for straight kids. So... you guys never tried it without them?" Ric asked. "Oh god, no. It was drilled in our heads. Always use condoms unless you're trying to start a family" Dan said. "But you're gay. And monogamous. You guys can actually have safe, bare sex. No risk of kids or STDs" Ric said. "Are you sure?" Scotty asked. "Positive" Ric said and then chuckled at his pun. A moment later, he continued "You won't believe how much better it is when you fuck or get fucked raw. And then when the top cums inside, it feels even better." Both Dan and Scotty's eyes were wide open and their jaws were dropped. "See, I told you he knew a lot more than we do about being gay" Scotty said. "I don't know everything. But that's the good part of having gay friends. You share what you know or you learn by doing new things. I had a really good teacher, but I still ask lots of stupid questions" Ric said. Ric could tell the couple were getting a little excited and eager to try out fucking without condoms. "Let me grab another beer and then you guys can have fun barebacking for the first time" Ric said a few seconds later. "No, stay. We haven't heard about all the guys you've met up with and you're really good eye candy" Scotty said. "Can you stand up again? I never get to see a hot, nearly naked guy up close. Just in the locker room or showers here" Dan said. "Have you looked in the mirror? You're both sexy guys. If you weren't together, you both could easily pick up other guys" Ric said, standing back up and feeling like a piece of meat at the butchers. "The tattoos look cool too. I almost missed the lower one, its partly covered by your shorts and body hair" Scotty said. Ric stood and pulled his shorts and the top of the jock down so they could see all of the biohazard tat. "One's sexy and the other looks dangerous" Dan said, gazing up and down Ric's body. "I got the lower one as part of a club initiation. I need to trim my pubes again so it's more visible. My mom hates the upper one, which just makes it more cool to me" Ric explained, chuckling. "What kind of club makes you get a tattoo? A motorcycle club? A gang?" Scotty asked, reaching out and trying to touch the biohazard tattoo and Ric's pubes. Dan slapped his arm, whispering "That's rude!" Ric moved a little closer and said "I don't mind. Uh, it's a special, invitation only club back home. Once you pass the test you can get in. That's about all I can tell you about it." He sat down again, before things went any further. While he'd love to fuck either or both of them, they were just too naive to charge up now. "I bet you have lots of guys hitting on you. You have to be getting a lot of action" Dan said. "Not much. Even the doctor at the clinic was surprised" Ric said. "Clinic?" Scotty asked with a worried look on his face. "Yeah, I get tested to make sure I haven't picked up anything. It's one of the risks of hooking up with guys you don't know. But, other than a couple guys on campus and a party a friend of mine had, my sex life has been dead. You guys probably fuck more than I do" Ric said. A grin came over both Dan and Scotty's faces. "Just about every day. We had to find a better time to use the shower, though. That's why we haven't seen you in there too much. Fifteen minutes later and we get the showers to ourselves" Dan said. Ric finished off the beer and smiled, wanting to let them see what sex without condoms was like. "Good to know. This time, I really am going. Have fun and let me know if you like it better bare. I'm sure you will" he said as he stood up and picked up his tee. Ric closed the door behind him and went to the bathroom to piss. Ric stood at the urinal, wondering how one beer could make so much urine, when another guy staggered up and took the spot next to him. "Lotsa new guys on da floor this year but you're the sexiest" the guy slurred out, swaying back and forth as he pissed. Ric chuckled before he checked the guy out. The guy had cowboy written all over him, from the hat down to the tight jeans and boots. He was surprised that the guy would hit on him, but he figured he was one of those guys that was straight until he got drunk and desperate. "Thanks, lookin good yourself" Ric said as he shook off his cock. "Ya really think so?" the guy replied. Ric pulled his shorts up and moved behind the guy, rubbing one hand on his ass and grasped his shoulder with the other. "Mmhmm, this ass feels really nice. Bet it's hungry for some dick, too" Ric whispered into the guy's ear. The guy moaned as his stream slowed before replying "It fuckin is... been way too long since I got fucked good." Ric reached around and wrapped his hand around the guy's cut cock, rubbing the tip with his finger and squeezing the shaft. "Mmm, nice dick too. Have to keep that in mind" Ric said, letting go of the shaft and licking the piss off his finger. "Got your room to yourself tonight?" Ric asked. "Uh... yeah... follow me" the guy said, zipping up his jeans and turning around. Ric was about to back away when the guy groped his cock and squeezed a few times. "Aaahhh, packin too. Nice" the guy said as he walked away. A minute later they were walking into the guy's room at the other end of the hall. Ric checked the nameplate and saw the names "Jack" and "Toby" and wondered which this guy was. A quick second glance and he saw a little bronco sticker next to Jack's name and a soccer ball sticker next to Toby. The lock clicked shut and Jack turned, pulling Ric in close and kissing him. There were a few small lights on in the room, giving a soft glow that allowed them to see each other, but not too bright. They spent a few minutes making out before Ric's hands slid down the cowboy's back, firmly gripping his ass. Jack moaned into the kiss before he reached down and pushed Ric's shorts down. Ric could taste the alcohol in Jack's mouth and felt his body swaying in his arms. Jack's hand slipped into the jockstrap and felt the growing shaft. "Fuck... it's getting bigger" Jack said before he started stroking the shaft. Ric unbuckled Jack's belt and then opened his jeans. They fell down part way and Ric slid his hand inside the back of the his trunks, rubbing along the crack. The moan returned, louder than before until Jack broke the kiss. He took his hat off and set it on the desk and then took his tee off. Ric dropped his shorts, pushed off his jock and set them, along with his shirt, on a chair. Jack laughed a little and said "You're not wasting any time, huh?" "Its just easier for me to strip down" Ric said with a grin. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots off before Ric helped tug his jeans off. When Jack looked up after removing his trunks he was staring right at Ric's still growing cock. "Fuuucckk" Jack groaned as he stared a few more moments before wrapping his hand around, pulling back the foreskin and licking over the head. Now it was Ric's turn to moan. Jack's tongue licked around the now hard shaft, tasting the sweat and lingering remnants of piss. Soon, he was opening his mouth and took the first few inches inside before starting to suck. The more time Jack spent on his cock the more Ric decided his initial thought about Jack's orientation was wrong. Totally wrong. Jack slowly pulled off, letting Ric's cock pop out of his mouth and he slowly looked up to Ric's face for his approval. Ric grinned back at him and Jack scanned back down, pausing just above his cock. With one hand around the base of Ric's dick, the other rubbed over his groin, spending extra time over his pubes. Ric thought he knew what Jack had found, but stayed quiet. Jack resumed sucking for a few more minutes until he let Ric's cock pop out of his mouth again. Jack rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back and presenting his furry ass. Ric smiled back, looking Jack over from his chiseled, scruffy face, over the furry, trimmed chest, pert nipples, wide trail and trimmed pubes that surrounded a very stiff cock. Ric knelt down, swallowing Jack's hard cock and flicking his tongue around the shaft. He let Jack's precum coat his tongue and then pulled off, licking down the shaft and over his balls. Pushing Jack back a little, he licked over his hole a few times before spitting on the pucker and pushing it in with his finger. A long, sexy moan came out of Jack's mouth. After adding a few more gobs of spit, he stood up slightly and pressed his cock to the throbbing hole. He expected to hear Jack ask for a condom at any point, but as his cock pressed in he heard nothing except heavy breathing. A moan accompanied the breach of the outer ring. Ric paused and looked up at Jack, who's eyes were closed and a smile was on his face. A few rocks of his hips plunged the bare cock deeper followed by a few harder pushes. Jack's chute had a nice grip, firm but not too tight, telling Ric that Jack had taken more than a few cocks in his life. A few more deep breaths from Jack let Ric get almost all of his shaft in. Ric pulled back a few inches and drove back in, stopping short an inch and against the inner ring. "That tattoo mean what I think it does?" Jack asked, his eyes still closed and Ric almost rooted in his hole. "Yeah. Want me to stop?" Ric asked. "Ooohhh god... fuck no, I need it bad" Jack replied softly. Ric chuckled to himself and began to plow his cock in and out of Jack's ass, wondering what Jack needed - a cock, a bare cock or a poz bare cock. Jack was one of those verbal bottoms, always muttering "oh fuck" or "fuck yeah" or "oh god" among the grunts and groans and the occasional gasp. Ric always liked bottoms like this. He could tell what the guy liked and when he went too far. The constant tapping at the inner ring eventually let Ric push through and the cry Jack let out was an even mix of pleasure and pain. Ric began to pound him harder and Jack's muttering got louder. Suddenly he felt a thumb rub over his right nipple and it sent shockwaves through his body. His cock couldn't get any harder but it did throb several times. Ric slowed his thrusts but each one got stronger, his cock easily sliding into the slick tunnel. When Ric's breathing got labored, Jack opened up his eyes and stared back at Ric. "Breed me... please... fuckin' breed me" Jack begged. A few more thrusts and Ric felt his cock start to pulse, pumping a large load of cum into Jack's fertile hole. Jack's moan as he felt the warmth fill him up was the loudest yet and Ric hoped the neighbors were gone. There was a puddle of cum on Jack's chest too and once he spotted it, Ric lapped it up. They stood there, each smiling at the other while Ric's cock slowly softened. Eventually, it fell out and Jack let out a whimper, making Ric laugh. "Feeling empty?" Ric asked. "Oh hell yeah. That was fucking awesome. I can't believe I did that... I've never gotten such a rush. My heart was about to leap out of my chest!" Jack said. "Cuz my dick was bare or because I'm poz?" Ric asked. "I usually fuck raw. I've fucked a couple poz guys, but they said they were undetectable. I've never been fucked by one though" Jack replied. "I'm not undetectable" Ric said seriously. He watched Jack's eyes open wide and his jaw drop. "You can hit the clinic to prevent getting infected, but you have to go in the next day or two" Ric said. "Or you could fuck me again to increase the odds. Or is that too weird a thing to ask?" Jack asked. "Nah, not weird. It turned you on, didn't it?" Ric asked, feeling his cock start to stiffen again. "Its not just that you're poz. It's that you know how to fuck. And you're cute. And your dick felt really good inside me" Jack said, his face showing how bad he wanted to get fucked again. "You're damn hot yourself and know how to take dick. You just need to know that if I fuck you again, I'm going to keep fucking you until those balls are filled with my bug" Ric said, leaning in closer to Jack's face. The tip of Ric's cock was resting on the tight pucker and Ric knew that Jack was squeezing his ass tight to keep all of the cum inside. "Uh... you won't fuck me after I'm poz? That's all you want?" Jack asked. "Fuck no, nothing like that. I just want you to know that if we fuck again, I'll keep fucking you and you will get knocked up. And we'll keep fucking even after you're toxic" Ric replied, pressing harder on Jack's hole. A few seconds later, it relaxed and Ric slowly slid back in. Ric felt the warm cum coat his cock as it drove deeper into Jack's gut. Jack gripped his cock a few times and smiled back to Ric. "God, that does feel good inside me" Jack said while Ric slowly drove in and out with long strokes. Ric grinned back, giving a firm thrust and planting every inch inside Jack. "Mmm love to have my dick inside a hot guy who loves to take cock. But... I hope that cock of yours isn't just a decoration" Ric said, resuming his long strokes. Jack laughed. "I usually top, but I saw your dick in the shower a week ago and wanted to know if I could take it" he replied. Ric's thrusts slowly got faster and longer, occasionally breaking through the inner ring and making Jack squirm and gasp. When he began plowing harder, he was bouncing off Jack's firm ass. "Oh yeah, you can take it... no problem there" Ric said breathlessly while trying to delay cumming again. It just felt too good and he wanted to go on longer. Jack chuckled and rubbed his hand over Ric's sweaty chest. His right palm grasped Ric's left pec, pressing hard against the nipple and piercing, driving Ric ever closer to orgasm. Ric shoved in, slamming the bed and Jack's head into the wall. "Gimme that poz load, Ric. You want to knock me up and you can see how bad I want it" Jack growled a second before his other hand twisted Ric's right nip. Ric grunted loudly, planting his cock all the way inside Jack's chute. His body shook with each pulse of his cock, pumping more cum inside Jack's battered hole. When Ric's cock stopped throbbing he looked down at Jack, both of them covered in sweat. "Next time, you're topping me and I get to work you over while you fuck, bastard" Ric said, grinning at him. "Deal. Your ass looked damn good too. I just don't know what I'll be shooting then" Jack replied, breathing heavy. "I don't care if a guy is neg, poz or unknown as long as it's a good fuck" Ric said.

I wish it was, but no, it is mostly a work of fiction. It’s a story I wrote a long time ago, but never had a place to post it as it got taken down once already on a different site. I found this place, and suddenly I feel like this secret fetish I’ve had is finally able to be explored.

Update: he’s been begging me to have the guy over. Or have someone new come over. He was riding my dick the other night saying how he wants someone else to breed him while I watch. Definitely opened a Pandora box and can’t wait to keep things going. Maybe even work up to him wanting to go to the bath house.

@ldncumpig is mine on Twitter guys.

Part 2. At 4:29 I was standing outside Mr. C’s House and pushed the door bell. He answered the door in a robe and was toweling off his hair, gesturing for me to enter, as he commented "I'm running a little late 'cause I had to get you set-up for your first day on the job." Entering the house, it occurred to me I had never before actually been in his place. It was beautiful and immaculate, somewhat reminding me of the sort of house that would be featured on HGTV during the final reveal. "Make yourself at home, I've gotta get dressed," Mr C. remarked as he entered the hallway, removing the robe off his shoulders about half way down the hallway. I was stunned by the sight of his back, and remember hoping that, when I reached his age, I would look half as good as did he. "Hey, Pup, come on in here so we can chat." Complying, I entered his bedroom to find him pulling his jeans up over his black jock. "Would you grab me a t-shirt from the closet?" he asked. Entering his walk-in closet, which was, I thought, bigger than my bedroom, I easily found a impeccably folded stack of C’s Pizza t-shirts. Handing it to Mr. C., I stood mesmerized by the sight of him pulling it over his massive frame, in the process slowly covering his furry chest and his acorn-sized nipples. Then Mr. C. dressed in a fresh-from-the-cleaner baby blue button down shirt, wearing it over the t-shirt. "You ready for your big night?" Mr. C. asked as we walked back into the living room. "Gosh, Mr C., this has been the best day ever. I sure am. I'm probably a little nervous and also a little excited. This is gonna be great." He tousled my hair as, with a casual smile he commented "I'll try and make sure it’s a great night too." "Oh, Pup, do me a favor - across from my room is a door to the downstairs rec room. Would you please go down there for me. Ignore the mess, but go the walk-in closet in the back left corner. In the closet you'll find a refrigerator. Open the freezer door to the fridge and there are several rows of little brown glass bottles. Grab two from the top shelf, not one of the lower shelves, but top shelf. The correct bottles will still be sealed. Got it?" "Yes Sir. Two sealed little brown bottles from the top shelf of the freezer. Got it." "Oh wait, Pup. It might be super busy tonight, so bring three. And also in the fridge there are some big blue diamond shaped pills. Grab three, no, wait - grab five of them. Oh, and lastly there are some cylinder shaped spray cans labeled 'Jungle Juice'. Grab five of those." "You got it Mr C." I responded as I opened the door, flicked on the light, and descended the staircase. The room was pretty dark as the curtains were pulled shut. Several cabinets lined the walls and several mirrors and TVs were mounted to the walls, and one mirror was even anchored to the ceiling. The closet Mr. C. had mentioned was in the back of the room, so, heading in that direction, but before my eyes could acclimate to the darkness, I bumped into a large black leather hammock hanging from the ceiling by thick black rubber coated chains. 'Oh, now I get it, he must lay in here and watch tv', I thought. Opening the closet door, I flicked-on the light, which oddly enough was red in color. I made a mental note to mention the bad light bulb to Mr. C. The fridge was just where he had said it would be, and, opening the freezer I was a little confused because the top shelf actually had several plastic containers filled with something frozen but looked like frozen milk or mashed potatoes through the plastic container. Some, a few were labeled ’Grade A’, one labeled 'Very Viral', another, 'Jax Juice', and yet another '55 loads from the G hole'. All manner of strange notations. 'Those aren’t what I need', I whispered to myself. Under that shelf, however, were the rows and rows of little brown bottles Mr. C mentioned. I took three and then opened the refrigerator side and saw the bowl filled with blue diamond shaped pills. I counted out five, or was it six? Man, I wished I were better at remembering math. I took six - just to be sure. The spray cans Mr. C. wanted were also there: Bolt, Max Impact, Amsterdam, Jungle Juice. So I grabbed the five he wanted. In a final glance before extinguishing the light I gave a cursory look about the closet, finding it to be filled with an awesome collection of leather coats and pants, with a dozen pair of black boots, all expertly polished, in all heights and various sizes, standing in a perfect line at the back of the closet. As I turned out the light and closed the door it crossed my mind that it was funny Mr. C. should own so many boots as I didn't remember that I had ever seeing him riding a motorcycle, let alone that there was a motorcycle in the garage. I came back to the kitchen just as I heard Mr. C. Finish up a phone conversation in which he said "Yes, absolutely sure. 100% - no 200%. Pure cherry. Yes, yes, it will be very.... well....delicious and tasty." He quickly hung up and asked if I got the order right. I handed him the three frozen bottles and six pills, commenting I couldn't quite remember if he had asked for five or six. "Good call, Pup. That’s an excellent customer service lesson. If you can’t remember, always give your customer a little more ....rather than short him. Another vitamin or two will never hurt a boy," Mr. C. commented as he packed the frozen bottles and six pills into a small cooler. Then handing him the six spray cans, he gave me a smile and said "Okay, let's go. We don’t want you late on the first day." As we got into his truck and backed out of the garage, I turned to him and asked "Do you have a motorcycle?’" ‘‘No, I used to, but those are too dangerous around here, so I got rid of it. Why do you ask?" "Well, I noticed all your leather outfits and boots and figured you must really like 'cycles, but then I didn’t remember ever seeing you riding one." "Oh those. You saw and wondered about those... huh,.... Well, no, I don’t ride a cycle anymore, but I do really REALLY enjoy riding and working on some some really amazing mares when I have time." "Oh sweet! Do you think I join you sometime?" He got very serious, looked at me, and answered "Pup, I have been waiting for you to be old enough for many years, so yes, you will join me. I have wanted to take you for a ride for a very long time. There are so many things we can do now." Rustling my blond head again and very gently rubbing his hand behind my ear and looking deeply into my eyes he asked "Did you tell your mother about you having a job?" ’No, she didn’t seem to care and had already started her daily visit into the whiskey bottle. Plus you said we were going to your location on Front street? My dad and she always said that is a bad part of town where all the whores and homos play with the devil's hand. I didn’t want her to do anything to try and screw this up for me, Mr C." "That’s totally fine, Pup. You are your own boss and man now." ‘"Well I guess I am my own man I guess, but you are now my boss, huh Mr. C?" "Don’t forget that, Pup. Amazing things are in your future, son." I smiled as he put the truck into park when we pulled in behind the pizza place and looked at him. It was nice to hear someone think of me as his son. "Let’s go get you punched in and ready for work." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Coming soon: trying to get into my uniform and making some deliveries