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I was driving on the New Jersey Turnpike and being horny, I unbuttoned my jeans freeing my hard cock from its confines. Hearing the blast of an airhorn, I looked up and saw the burly, bearded man with mirrored sunglasses. Knowing he had my attention, he made a gesture for me to follow him, so I slowed down and got behind him. About 2 miles later, we exited the road and pulled into a truck stop. Parking next to his Kenworth, he opened his door when he saw me. "Come on up." He said and I did, with my cock still hanging out. No sooner was I inside did he push me through the curtain into the sleeper cab and he closed the door. He came through the curtain, taking off his clothes so I followed suit. Fuck, he was a toned, hairy beast. Turning around, he presented his ass to me and I buried my face in it. Given the intensity of his sweaty musk, it was obvious he hadn't showered in days which is a big turnon for me. I rimmed him for a good 10 minutes, going deep and wet, making him moan with pleasure. Suddenly, he pulled away and pushed me onto the bed, sitting on my cock, taking it all in one swift motion. Like a cowboy, he rode my cock and I matched his thrusts while we shared sloppy, wet kisses. I had every intention of cummin inside him, so when I reached my climax, I grunted as I spewed my seed deep within him. Seconds later, he gasped shooting rope after rope of his cum on my chest. Rising up, he licked my chest clean and then he knelt down to clean my cock. "Damn, you're just what I been needin!" He said with a thick Southern drawl. Together, we got dressed. On a shelf beside the bed, there was a framed picture of him with what was obviously his wife and son. 'Now, there's something wifey can't give him!' I thought to myself, fighting the urge to smirk. Both of us dressed, he led me through the curtain. Kissing me on the cheek, he said, "Thanks bud!" as he opened the door to let me out. Back in my car I continued my journey and when I arrived at my destination, mt friends liked hearing about my little detour.

I had been going through a dry spell for several weeks. Every guy who hit me up online was unable to host, and my parents had just moved in with me so I could help my mother care for my ailing father. At last, some luck. A message popped up on Grindr. I opened it to find a pic of one of the most amazing cocks I had ever seen. About 9 inches cut, thick, a little veiny. Gorgeous. I wasted no time in replying to the sender. Turned out he was visiting on business - and had a hotel room he wanted to put to good use. We exchanged a few more emails and then he invited me to join him in his room. Excitedly I jumped in the shower and cleaned out (my parents have their own private bathroom so I didn't have to disconnect my shower wand attachment). I tucked a small bottle of lube and my little brown bottle in my pocket and, making some feeble excuse about needing to run out, grabbed my keys and headed for the door. The drive across town to the hotel was not long, but it seemed to take forever. I felt myself becoming increasingly horny the closer I got. I just had to feel that cock sliding into me, stretching my sphincter. Pulling into the parking lot, I found a spot near the entrance and messaged that I had arrived. I took a quick hit from my little brown bottle as I waited for his response. I didn't have to wait long. "610," he wrote. I jumped out of my car and headed for the hotel entrance. I hurried past the front desk, absently nodding at the clerk who acknowledged me as I walked in. An elevator was waiting; I got in and pressed "6," and as soon as the doors closed I took another huff. Why was I so nervous? The elevator glided quickly to a stop at the 6th floor. I stepped out and Room 610 was directly across from the elevator. I took another huff as I approached the door, then knocked softly. It opened to reveal a darkened room lit only by a sliver of light from the bathroom. My host stood behind the door as I entered, and I noticed that he was already naked - and the silhouette of his cock told me he was already hard as a rock. "Strip and get on the bed," he ordered. "Lay down on your stomach." I shed my shoes and clothes and did as told. I climbed onto the tall, soft bed and positioned myself in the middle, on my stomach, with just my feet hanging over the end of the mattress. It didn't take long before I felt the bed move as he climbed on as well. He spread my cheeks and spit on my hole, rubbing it in with a finger that he then slipped inside me. I squeezed my pucker around the digit to show him what he was in for. He must have liked it - he quickly withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, flicking and darting and penetrating my hole. The waves of pleasure ran through me like little electric shocks. He pulled back, spit on it again, then went back to his lingual assault. He did this a few more times, letting his saliva run down my crack and balls and onto the bed. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt him pull away and then slide his body up mine, his chest hair gliding along my back as he did. Anticipating what was coming, I took a few mighty huffs from my little brown bottle as I felt his breath on my neck. His huge cock was nestled in the valley between my thighs. He spit on his hand and I felt him reach down and position the tip at my now-glistening back door. He hadn't stopped to put on a condom, nor had we discussed condom use before we met. That was just the way I liked it - anonymous and raw. He slid inside me with relative ease, having opened me so well with his tongue. In no time he was in me balls-deep, and I felt the pressure as he squeezed past my second hole. He stayed motionless for a moment to allow my hole to adjust, then slowly began moving his hips up and down and sliding that amazing cock in and out of me. My hole felt stretched and full in the best way possible as he picked up the pace, taking advantage as he felt me relax beneath him. My brown bottle made a few more trips to my nose as he pounded me harder and harder. My head swam with the combination of poppers and endorphins. Then on one of his downward thrusts, he stopped. No explanation, the pounding just stopped! His cock was lodged firmly in my hole, balls-deep. "I'm getting close to cumming," he said. "Before I do, you should know I'm poz. And I'm not on meds." In a fog, my brain tried to compute what he had just said. Try as I might to think logically, the only thought that made any sense was that I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to finish, and I wanted my reward - to feel him pumping his load deep in my guts. Did I care that his load was poz? I finally gave up trying to figure it out. "Keep going," I said after a moment's hesitation. "I want you to cum deep in me. Breed me!" That was all the encouragement he needed. Without another word, the pounding resumed. I took another huff, grateful that the momentary pause seemed to have helped him last longer. After a few more minutes he let out a loud gasp. The pounding stopped and I felt his cock pulsing as he pumped his load deep in my guts - just like I had asked. Spent, he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed. I felt his cock begin to soften inside me, but he made no move to pull out. We stayed in a sweaty tangle for about five minutes, presumably as he regained his strength. At last, he slid off me, and I felt his now limp cock slide out of my hole. As it did it left a trail of cum that dribbled down my balls to mix with the saliva on the sheet beneath me. Before I could get up, he had maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on the pillows, his cock positioned in front of my mouth. "Clean me off," he ordered. I was only too happy to! I took his shaft in my mouth, tasting the mixture of cum and ass. I then ran my tongue along the base of his shaft, cleaning the saliva and cum and ass juices from his balls. Satisfied, he got up. "Get dressed." I slid off the bed, steadying myself as my legs threatened to collapse under me. I sat on the edge of the bed to slide my pants on, then pulled my shirt on and stuck my feet in my shoes. Grabbing my brown bottle, I headed for the door. He didn't follow. "I'm here tomorrow night if you want a repeat," he said as I opened the door. My head was still a bit foggy so I didn't respond. Instead I let the door close behind me and headed for the elevator. Back in my car, I checked my phone. He had messaged me on Grindr: "I meant what I said. 7 pm." Without hesitating, I responded. "I'll be there."

ASSMUNCH “Damn it! It was supposed to stun him.” Major Collins gasped. He was holding his right ribs with his hand. “I think he cracked my ribs with that shot.” I’d darted in along with Lamont when Zeus collapsed and was kneeling over him. “I don’t know why he took the opening, he had to know it wasn’t going to end well.” I said. Only a few seconds had passed before Zeus came to with a small groan. “There he is.” Lamont commented. “Zeus, you okay?” I asked. Zeus looked at me. “Hi Andrew.” I chuckled. Anyone else would probably have asked what happened. Zeus just said ‘hi’ in the same tone you’d use to greet someone while walking into a party, like he was glad to see me and couldn’t wait to catch up on what was going on with me. “Yeah, you’re fine buddy. Come on, let’s get you vertical.” I patted him on his shoulder. “How’s your jaw? Does it hurt any?” Zeus stood up. “It’s okay. That was amazing!” He said to Major Collins. The Marine laughed, and instantly regretted it with a wince of pain. “Kid, we both underestimated the other. I knew you would hit hard, but I wasn’t expecting that.” Zeus smiled. “You hit me really hard too! That was fun!” I shot a look of incredulity at Lamont. He rolled his eyes. “You should have been a Marine, Private. But only trade shots with your opponent when you know you can stay on your feet.” Collins returned. Zeus just shrugged. “You were going to get me soon anyway, and I wanted to know what you were going to do.” Zeus said. “I didn’t have a lot of options. I needed get you stunned. Head shot seemed like my best bet. Not sure a kidney or diaphragm hit would have done it, not on you. I think maybe a nerve cluster could have worked, but you cover so well I couldn’t find the opportunity.” Collins said. “Good job, soldier. But if we’d been fighting for real I would have had no choice but to put you down.” “Are you sure you’re alright, Sir? We have a Corpsman in our group if you want him to check out those ribs.” I offered. “I’ll be fine. Not the first cracked rib I’ve had. It’s not bad, just tender. Let’s get these matches going.” He said. “Let him do his thing anyway. Besides, I think two of yours also want to say hi.” I waved over Lance Corporal Potter and Private Battles, and Navy Corpsman Lenger. “Major Collins, this is Lance Corporal Potter and Private Battles.” I said, introducing the two Marines. “This is Corpsman Petty Officer Lenger. Lenger, the Major thinks he may have a cracked rib, Zeus got him pretty good. Check him out while we start the matches if you wouldn’t mind.” “Sure thing. Major, let’s lift your shirt and take a look.” I did not expect this turn of events, but I knew after that exhibition the guys would do their absolute best. Watching Zeus and the Major fight was inspiring to say the least and I could almost feel the testosterone thrumming in the air. “Lamont, your pick.” I said. “Hmmm, weak or strong…?” He mused. “I think we need to continue the momentum, keep everyone primed. I’m going with Urich.” Urich stepped forward. I’d seen him in action many times when we’d gone head to head with the Charlies. He was good two on two or one on one. Urich loved using his opponents’ weakness against them. He was a bouncy fuck, had this way of springing on the balls of his feet in random directions while he fought. He liked attacking from the side. He had brown hair, brown eyes, stood at 5’10” and wasn’t overly burdened with muscle but wasn’t skinny either. The guy could move. I didn’t want to waste Troll right out of the gate, nor Sleeper. I think Demon could handle him. Puta could take this guy too, but Puta was really tested by Lamont’s guy Valentino which always made for an exciting match so I was going to save him for that. “Demon.” I looked over at the Major who was still paying attention. The Corpsman was feeling along the Marine’s rib bones with tactile examination one slow inch at a time. Zeus was sitting next to the Major, with Sleeper right beside him. Those two seemed joined at the hip these days. That made me happy. I bent in to whisper in Demon’s ear. “I don’t want you to show off, don’t get flashy. And don’t play with him. Take him out fast.” “Well you’re no fun.” Demon replied. “I want to dominate. I don’t want there to be any question that the Bravos are the best.” I explained. “Got it. He won’t know what hit him.” Demon said. We let them shake hands as they squared off then they backed off to opposite edges of the spectator ring. People were calling out encouragement from the sidelines. Urich was bouncing up and down, focusing on staying in motion. “Start!” I called out. Demon leapt forward towards the center and Urich hunched down in a flexed knee fighter’s crouch while he moved forward in a guarded half-step. I leaned into Lamont. “He always keeps his left foot in front.” I pointed out. Lamont nodded. “He knows he’s strongest with his right arm. I’ve tried getting him to change it up but he says it throws him off. He relies too much on his speed to dodge.” Demon’s move was a thing of beauty. While Urich approached cautiously expecting a head to head, Demon sprung left then immediately went back right, juked in a fake and fell to his knees where he swept Urich’s left leg clean out from under him. Urich did exactly what Demon wanted: he tried to hop back away from the low move towards his legs leaving him open for a sweep. Demon was on his back almost before he hit the mat and Urich was tied up in a bow with Demon’s forearm pushing down on his shoulders and his other hand grabbing one of Urich’s feet and bending his leg backwards. Urich smacked the mat with an open palm. Demon released him with a pat, and helped him up. “Should have seen that coming.” Urich said, not at all embarrassed that he was taken out so quickly. Demon shrugged. “You put too much of your weight on your left leg. I wasn’t going to wrestle you and I didn’t want to give you a chance to use that right hook you had ready.” Our little tournament went back and forth with wins and losses demonstrating how evenly matched our two groups were. Of course Puta and Valentino put on an excellent show but Valentino eventually lost. After Zeus and the Major we made it clear that fist strikes were off the table, it had to be all open hand. For those matches that didn’t have a clear submission, Major Collins made the call of who won. Sleeper of course won his match with ease. And when I say ‘with ease’ it looked like he was treating his opponent gently as if the guy wasn’t even trying to fight back because Sleeper controlled everything the guy tried. The guy Weeble fought, Endauer, didn’t know what hit him. There was no power in Weeble, just a frantic messy scramble that reminded me of two blue jays fighting, or maybe cats. Fast, crazy, confusing and intense. Weeble finally scissor locked Endauer’s head while pulling his arm at full extension twisting his wrist and squeezing the guy’s hand. Everyone always underestimated Weeble. After his win, the Bravos hooted and slapped him on the back with congratulations while he stood looking embarrassed at the praise. So it was down to me and Lamont. Lamont could tie it up if he won. Size-wise, we were very similar and I knew from past experience Lamont would be a challenge. He wasn’t flashy and didn’t go for big moves. He was patient, deliberate and could adjust his attack in mid-move depending upon his opponent’s defense. I had to be clever and deceptive to beat him. With a practiced ease I closed off every emotion. Cold calculation was necessary and the hard curtain of calm blanketed my mind like an old friend. It was how I’d dealt with thoughts of Kevin for the last year but now it was a useful tool for battle. Gutter, the Ranger Instructor, was right. Lamont was an obstacle. It wasn’t personal. I couldn’t care about winning or losing. I already didn’t want to hurt him or put him in pain but I also couldn’t care about NOT causing him hurt or pain. The only thing I should care about was my attack and taking him out. Pain, any injury I might cause was inconsequential. The state of mind I fell into elicited an immediately suppressed shock. I was in two places at once, both focused and present but also mentally standing a step back from myself as an observer. If you’ve ever been thrust into a crisis, something happening too fast for you to control, you know the feeling of being outside yourself. I thought I knew my own head, my reactions, my thoughts. I was familiar with my automatic brain that sometimes betrayed me while I watched…and sometimes distracted me from what it was doing so I WOULDN’T watch and wasn’t aware. But this… this refined that state of awareness and distilled it down into its purest form. I was in the place where there was no Me only I wasn’t gone, I was split in two. My conscious observer brain saw details with a detached clarity while my automatic brain absorbed the unfiltered information without judgment. I was a team of two fighters in symbiosis. I, the *me* that watched floating behind myself, trusted the automatic me like a trained attack dog. He knew what to do. The closest I approached to any emotion was interest and curiosity at how this contest could be dissected and boiled down into moves and counters, effectiveness of my strikes and recognizing opportunities and possible next moves. I didn’t have to make myself perform the conclusions I reached, Automatic Me handled all that. My body moved with Lamont’s offense and defense to perfection. I saw every attack a split second after he positioned himself to execute it, every counter he threw before he even knew he had to. This was an exquisite dance that wasted no physical movement as our feet repeatedly found the exact position necessary to mold our bodies into the spaces we needed to drive this into an artistic performance. No external stimuli intruded. For all my mind cared, Lamont and I were alone. I evaluated his reactions. Doing that I understood how Zeus and the Major had known when the other had been holding back. I saw it in Lamont’s body, his unwillingness to commit fully, the way he controlled his strength, his refusal to go all out. He believed he had to conserve his strength probably because he doubted his own endurance if the match went on too long. Observer me was dryly amused that by doing so Lamont was going to fulfill his own feared prophecy. Drawing out a fight because you were afraid the fight would be drawn out was a self defeat. I could have used his own doubt to beat him, toy with him until his strength left him at which time he might realize what he’d done to himself and accept the approaching loss with disappointed resignation. But that was no way to win. Had I been in any danger my Automatic Brain may have chosen that as a wise course of action - just let him beat himself without putting me in any danger. Lamont was not a threat though, not when I was in this mental state. Zeus or the Major may have been a threat, but not Lamont. Automatic Brain forced Lamont to choose. It was a good course of action, I agreed. I wanted him desperate and needed him to let go, to test me and push me to make an effort. “Fuck, Assmunch.” Lamont breathed heavily. “How much have you been training? I thought I at least stood a chance. I can’t even get a simple hold.” I had no true idea of how long our fight had been going on at this point. Whatever look Automatic Brain gave him appeared to cause him concern. ‘You’re not dealing with me, bud’ Observer Me thought. Holy fuck I liked this! I’d never felt this in control, this calm certainty of a perfect world I could handle without any effort. And that was what shattered it all, that one simple thought of exhilaration. I crashed back into myself and back into the physical world. The first thing that assaulted me was the noise of the spectators who were screaming and shouting both encouragement and roars of excitement at watching a good fight. The second thing that assaulted me was Lamont. It was my own fault, I wasn’t ready and Automatic Brain had pushed him into throwing all his hopes into one last desperate move. He had me off my feet before I even felt his contact with my chest. How had he gotten inside? I swear I heard the noise level double. I wasted a precious single second trying to recognize my position and knew I was helpless until I hit the mat. Lamont’s strength which before wasn’t even a consideration worth my concern now forced me to evaluate what I needed to do when I regained leverage. My back would hit first. Could I roll? Only if my bounce jolted his hold. I didn’t think he’d let that happen. But he was going to feel it too when we hit. I grabbed him tight and braced myself for what I knew was going to be a rough landing. I couldn’t afford to have the breath knocked out of me. * * * * * * * * SLEEPER Assmunch was handing Lamont his lunch and showing him out the door. Fuck, I doubted I could take him myself, my friend looked like a primal beast evolved for one purpose - to attack and dismantle his prey. Not a single sloppy move and he didn’t even appear to be working that hard. His handsome face bore a cold, blank stare with his wide lips held closed but absolutely relaxed as if he wasn’t locked in an intense physical battle. “He knows. He found it.” Major Collins remarked from beside Zeus. I wanted to ask what he meant, but I was too riveted by the sleek and deadly way Assmunch’s fit body moved. It was somehow erotic this perfect balance between tension in his limbs and core and the effortless flow between moves. It looked like sex and violence, passion and control. It was like Andrew had this entire fight all planned out before hand the way his moves just blended together looking like a single orchestrated pattern. So smooth it was almost gentle the way he moved. I’d seen this before. On TV, some documentary about martial arts masters. “Shaolin monks”. I said out loud when I made the connection. “Not yet, but he could.” Major Collins replied. “He’s still clumsy compared to them. But he has found the key. Only the first most basic step on the path.” It was the way Andrew’s eyes didn’t even seem to look at Lamont, half the time his head wasn’t even facing his opponent and yet he stepped gracefully aside at just the right moment, not too soon and not too far but just enough to avoid the attack. His feet slid and his hips and knees poured… that was the only word for it, he just poured his body like liquid where he needed it to be and he never stopped moving. I swear it was like watching a sheet on a clothesline waving lazily in a gentle breeze and fuck if it wasn’t giving me a fucking boner. “Jesus Christ” I let out. The crowd that had gathered increased their shouts and encouragement around us. The Major gave a chuckle. “It’s something to watch, isn’t it? You should see the Shaolin Masters fight. Speed this up by 10 until you aren’t even sure they are touching each other at all. But the flow is the same and it’s all about conservation of effort and eliminating everything but the movement from your mind. Does Private Brickmann meditate much? Seems like he wouldn’t have the time.” Still not taking my eyes from the incredible creature my best friend had become, I answered. “I don’t think so. I’ve never seen him meditate, and we’re together just about every second of the day since I met him. He’s never said anything.” “Hmmmmm” The Marine hummed, as if considering some puzzle. “You’re in Tower Week right now, aren’t you?” he asked. “Yes, Sir. Just started today.” “Doing well?” “I think so. The Bravos haven’t lost anyone, and we don’t seem to need as much hands on or instruction from the Black Hats. All the brothers seem to love it.” I answered. “And the little guy… he didn’t have any problems? He’s almost too small to reach the static line and clip in. And with everything he needs on his harness for a jump he must struggle.” “Weeble? Nah, never less than maximum effort from him.” Major Collins let out a snort. “You don’t call him Weeble, do you? Really?” I laughed along with him. “Yeah, but it’s not mean. Andrew…Private Brickmann, would never let it be mean. It’s not about his size. The commercial… you know… Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down? That’s Weeble. Every time he gets knocked down he gets back up and tries harder. He won’t quit, doesn’t stop, and doesn’t let his size get in his way. We should all have his attitude. He never loses belief in himself and takes everything with a happy smile. Weeble doesn’t fall down. And he brings us up with him.” “You seem like a close knit unit. How’d you come to Jump School together? That’s not exactly standard. Unless your Occupational Specialty requires it?” He asked. I shrugged. “Mine doesn’t, but we’re all different Specialties. I don’t know why they sent us here, but it goes with my plan to be a Ranger and be assigned to the 75th. Andrew and Zeus too. We requested it. I don’t know about the rest but I don’t think they did.” “Hmmmm” The Major intoned. “Ah, he just lost his focus. Not a bad run. You’ve never seen him fight like that?” “Never” I said quickly, seeing the same thing the Major saw. All of a sudden Andrew wasn’t flowing, he seemed… normal. When Lamont went for a full tackle, something that shouldn’t have worked on a bad day, the crowd erupted with a roar. The Bravos screaming for Andrew to fight harder, the Charlies exuberant that Lamont had finally gotten a good lick in, and the rest of the crowd because the fight wasn’t one sided anymore and the top dawg might get taken down. If Andrew wasn’t in danger of losing I would feel like busting out in unrestrained laughter at how military guys loved a good hard fight, watching one, being in one, it didn’t matter. It got our blood pumping. The energy here in the corner of the otherwise empty hangar sized gym building was fucking supercharged. Assmunch and Lamont were right… this was just what we needed, what everyone needed. The randoms didn’t know what they were missing. The crowd outside the core group had found various things from around the gym to stand on so they could see the fight action. This had turned into a Main Event, and I fucking loved it. One of the brothers started a chant “BRAVOS! BRAVOS! BRAVOS!” And we all joined in. Soon the Charlies were fighting us with their own chant as we watched Andrew and Lamont leaving nothing behind on the mat. Andrew was the reddest I’d ever seen him, his entire body was damn near purple, holy shit. He was giving it everything he had, and Lamont wasn’t going to let him win if there was any ounce of hope he could somehow pull out a win by submission. He had to know he’d lose in a decision. Even Zeus and the Major’s fight seemed tame next to this. After Andrew got knocked to the mat it was like they both agreed to finish the fight off their feet. I could see the exhaustion in both of them but they weren’t slowing down. “Is that color normal?” The Major asked in concern, referring to Andrew’s full body flush. “Yeah,” waved his concern away. “We used to call him Scarlett because he just turns all sorts of colors depending on how he feels, you don’t even need to embarrass him. It’s kind of funny. But he’s like the best guy you’ll ever meet. He keeps all of us grounded, watches out for us and fixes things before they become a problem. He keeps our heads straight.” “Used to? What do you call him now?” I froze. I didn’t think Andrew would appreciate his nickname being passed around. “Assmunch”. Zeus replied, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. I was also surprised. Zeus usually only referred to Assmunch by his nickname when he was with him, and called him Andrew otherwise when he wasn’t around. Ah, maybe it was just because the Major asked. Zeus really didn’t like cuss words. The Major looked at Zeus with raised eyebrows. “Do I even want to know why?” “No, Sir. And we can’t tell you anyway. Not until Andrew says.” Zeus answered, not even bothered or fazed that he just told a Major that it was up to a Private whether he got information or not. Zeus said the Major wasn’t entitled to the information, and that was that. Fucking Zeus being Zeus. “Well you boys just continue to impress. I like you Bravos. Who are the Charlies to you?” He asked. “Rival Platoon from our special training.” I answered this one. I’d lost count of the number of times that considering look had crossed the Major’s face during our conversation. “I think I know better than to ask. The Charlies aren’t a disappointment either. It seems the Army chose well for what they intend for you.” So he thought so too? Good to know we weren’t just imagining things. Wait…huh? Did the Major know something? Andrew and Lamont had to be on their last legs but neither of them was giving up. They grunted and growled with the intense effort they were expending. It was to the point where they were spending more time holding each other than moving. I knew from how their faces pressed against their opponent’s body. When you’re that weak, when it takes every ounce of strength you have left, you start trying to use your head to provide the leverage your body can’t. I’d been there so many times in my wrestling matches. Before I could ask what Major Collins meant, he stood up, holding his sore side. “Break! Match over!” He called out, stepping into the space. To everyone’s credit, no one grumbled. We didn’t because he was a Marine Major, and the Charlies and Bravos agreed that he would call the matches. But the rest of the spectators instantly fell silent. I guess the Major carried weight. Andrew lay on top of Lamont, both of them breathing hard, but relaxed and no longer struggling with each other. It looked like they had just got done fucking. Andrew’s head was just laying on Lamont’s heaving chest. Yeah, they had nothing left. Lamont wrapped his arms around Andrew and gave him a hug, then rubbed his head. “Man, I’m so done.” Lamont said. Andrew started laughing. “Me too, fuck you fight hard!” Andrew rolled off of Lamont and they both lay there chuckling and breathing. Everyone was waiting for Major Collins’ judgment. “It was close, Brickmann started out completely dominating.” He began. “But on the mats Lamont controlled the action. Match goes to Brickmann.” Andrew raised his tired arm while the Brothers jumped and yelled in celebration. “Yeah, you deserve it. That style you were using in the beginning was incredible, brother.” Lamont said to Andrew, holding out his hand. Andrew shook his hand and sat up. Zeus and I went to help him and Lamont up, but a couple of the Charlies, Cook and Lopez, got to Lamont first. “That was an intense competition.” I said. “Fuck yeah it was!” Cook said. “Charlies need to train more. We can’t let you Bravos live up there at the top.” I laughed. “Well come on then. Actually, we should train more too. A few of those matches we didn’t have to lose.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw Major Collins had pulled Lamont and Andrew aside and was speaking to them alone. I liked the Major, he seemed like a really laid back guy for a Marine and an officer. ************* PUTA Julio snuck away from the matches not long after he beat his opponent from the Charlies. Almost everyone in the big hangar sized gym was riveted on the battles and no one noticed him leaving. He’d had fun grappling Valentino, the 6 foot tall blonde with the beautiful ass. Or rather groping. Julio didn’t mind that Valentino didn’t really fight back as hard as he probably could have after his first takedown when Julio pressed his jockstrap encased erection into Valentino’s ass and whispered in his ear “Quiero tu sabroso culo.” The pretty blonde didn’t reply, but Julio soon knew he’d gotten the message even if he didn’t understand Spanish. Still, Julio was surprised. He didn’t expect Valentino to actually LIKE it. He’d done it more for a little fun and to throw his opponent off than in any serious attempt to fuck the guy. But as their match went on he got more aroused as Valentino waited longer than necessary to break away, or move out of Julio’s grasp. Julio made sure his hands found that enticing round ass at every opportunity. He pushed his fabric covered hard cock against Valentino’s face, his ass, and even let him grope it. No, he wasn’t imagining it. The pretty boy was willing. He thought at one point he felt Valentino’s mouth gnaw briefly on his cock. Never one to waste an opportunity, when Julio decided the match had gone on long enough, he pinned Valentino and whispered to him with their faces pressed together in struggle, “Submit Guapo. I give you what you want in da showers.” In less than two seconds, his opponent smacked the mat and Lamont called the match. With the matches drawing so much attention, almost no one was in the locker room. Julio didn’t wait for Valentino to follow him. He either would, or not. But Julio knew he would. He knew the hunt, knew the look of desire hidden in the eyes that stayed too long. And if that wasn’t enough, Valentino’s equally hard cock would drag him wherever Julio wanted him to be. That was how it was supposed to be: they came to him. They always came to him. All he had to do was entice them with sufficient encouragement. Julio was standing naked in front of his shower cubicle, the last one in the back when he saw Valentino come into the locker room out of the corner of his eye. There was only one other person in the locker room and he looked to be putting his things in his workout bag to leave. Julio shot Valentino his suave grin, licked his lips before biting one gently in his teeth, turned slightly to give the blonde a quick look at what would soon be buried 8 hard inches deep inside him, then stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. It was all part of the hunt. The lure. The tease before the love-making. Only rarely was it necessary to get it done quickly, like with Wanker that night in the snow shelter in Germany. It was better, so much better, to inflame the passions and boil the blood. It would not take a lot, much of their foreplay had occurred on the mat in front of onlookers, which to Julio made it even more exciting. Valentino was already his eager plaything. Even so, the pretty soldier deserved to be treated like the treasure he was. In little more than a minute, the shower curtain moved and Valentino darted hurriedly inside. He was very nervous. That would not do. “Hola guapo.” Julio greeted him with a slight grin, half-lidded eyes, and a quiet voice, one he knew was especially sexy. Valentino smiled nervously. “Are you sure this is okay?” Valentino whispered. “Jess, my beautiful. Is okay. I no let anything happen to you.” Valentino learned very young how to soothe his conquests with sugary words and his gentle confident voice. He reached up to stroke Valentino’s face. “No one is here.” He moved his hand down to grab Valentino’s hand and place it on his hard slightly upwardly curved cock. “Is what you want, no?” Valentino stroked him slowly. “Jess, is all for you, guapo. You have made me this way.” He leaned into Valentino and kissed him softly. Julio played his tongue along Valentino’s lovely mouth until he parted his lips to let Julio inside while guiding his hand with his own on his engorged flesh. Valentino moaned. Julio moved his other hand around to rub and knead Valentino’s enticing ass while he kissed him. Valentino lifted his leg, wrapping it around Julio’s waist to give him clear access to his sweet hole. Valentino moved his lips to the side, kissing Julio’s face, then his neck. “I need you to fuck me.” He said, running his tongue up Julio’s smooth brown skin. “Jess, Papi will make love to you, Chico. You no worry.” Julio took his hand from where he had been guiding Valentino’s stroking and placed it on his head. “You show me now how much you want me, Jess?” Pushing gently, he guided more than forced Valentino’s head lower until he was directly in front his thick carajo where he wasted no time before taking it into his mouth. Valentino was good, very good. In no time he was fully buried in the warm, accommodating mouth of this beautiful man. Julio had always been more excited by eagerness than reluctance. He’d had many men who believed they were straight, and virgins, most when he had been a boy in his teens. While he loved the hunt, it was far better when the prey cooperated solely because they couldn’t resist their own desire. That is what he liked the most: a man’s inability to deny himself Julio’s multitude of charms, to watch them melt into pliable desperate vessels for his gratification and enjoyment which in turn drove them to sexual abandon. He had no stomach for rape, or force. He was all about love and passion, desire and enjoyment so that the heights of pleasure could bring him together completely with his partner. And he always left them infatuated with him and wanting more. And how could he deny his love to others by staying with just one? No, he must show as many men as he had opportunity for how passion and pleasure were life’s reward for being men. He controlled Valentino’s suction on his throbbing gift, keeping it slow and gentle. He knew this man’s weakness, it was written all over him. Valentino would not be brought to the heights of release by roughness or violent sex. He needed to feel love, he was empty in his heart and Julio would fill that emptiness with his passion and his cock. He could stay like this, slowly driving his thick cock deep into Valentino’s wet, warm throat for hours, but he knew he only had a certain amount of time. He knelt in front of Valentino in the hot shower spray and kissed him lovingly while stroking his face. “So beautiful. You are an angel, te quiero mucho mi tesoro. I must taste you.” Julio didn’t lie, he loved every one of the men he made love to, he felt such joy for them that it became more than satisfying a crude sexual urge. He stood Valentino up and turned him around to face the wall, kissing his neck, running his hands over his sides to wrap around his chest and stroke his nipples. Julio kissed and licked his way down Valentino’s sculpted back, ending at that perky butt he’d already explored thoroughly with his hands. He would not rush this even if he wanted nothing more than to push his tongue into Valentino’s hole and suck the puckered rim with his lips. He took his time, licking and alternating nibbles with kisses as he worked his way over each individual cheek from top to bottom and in between while his hands roamed his legs, hips and back. Valentino’s skin was incredibly smooth and creamy here. The sun had never touched him in this perfect place. He pulled the blonde’s hips back slightly before spreading his cheeks to gaze at Valentino’s sweet pink hole. Julio could tell that God had made Valentino for one purpose - to receive pleasure through his ass. It sounds sacrilegious and irreverent but there could be no other reason for Valentino’s soft moan and arched back, or his widening stance and spasming pucker as Julio lazily rotated his tongue over his delicious pink center of love. Yes, his lips enjoyed the taste of this man, his eyes enjoyed the feast as well of this young, hard body, his hands wandered playfully over the firm muscles, and his ears loved every quiet whimpering moan from Valentino’s mouth. This was what it meant to make love. The pleasure received from giving pleasure, trading it back and forth and losing yourself to the beautiful intimacy that only two men could share. It took so much more for a man to expose his vulnerability to another man that the sacrifice became a resplendent display of the purest tenderness. Valentino’s hole no longer fought him, loosening perfectly to allow his tongue inside, and then his fingers. He traded them back and forth his fingers, tongue and lips. The blonde was no stranger to the love of men, Julio could tell. Tight or loose, it did not matter. There was no such thing as a disappointing ass on a man. Once you pushed inside, it all hugged your cock perfectly. And his beautiful chico had amazing control over his hole, squeezing and pushing as Julio ate him ravenously. Julio eased off with tiny kisses at the cardinal points as if performing the sigh of the Cross on Valentino’s sacred edifice, a vestibule of love. God did not mind, these were acts of men and giving thanks to him for his most precious creation was only right. Julio climbed just as slowly to his feet as he had descended, licking and kissing his way up Valentino’s back until his hard cock found its way between his lover’s cheeks. “Please put it inside me.” Valentino begged. “Que bonito, precioso. Yo también lo necesito.” He whispered in the blonde soldier’s ear. “I make you cum now.” Using only the lubricant of the saliva he had left on his lover’s hole and what was dripping from his own cock, he pushed against the beautiful man until Valentino allowed him inside. Just as he had wanted, Valentino pushed back against him until he was buried fully inside his lover. It was not hurried or careless, but it was desperate with a need for the both of them. He licked and kissed the blonde’s neck and found his cock with his hand. As he rocked slowly in and out, he used his hand to explore the entire area of Valentino’s cock, balls, and pubic region. There was no need to stroke his lover’s dick and force his pleasure prematurely. Touch and love were the things that would bring them to the brink together. He pulled and squeezed Valentino’s tender orbs, allowing one finger to reach between his legs and find his wet hole that stretched around his solid pole. “Oh, fuck. Julio, I’m close. You’re going to make me cum.” Valentino moaned, fortunately keeping his voice down. “Jess, both soon, guapo.” Julio told him in between kisses on his shoulder. He only increased the speed of his motion slightly while pushing deeper with every stroke. “Oh God…You’re so good. Fuck me just like that. Your cock is so amazing.” The blonde panted. “You like it, jess?” Julio believed in making love with his entire body and while he was inside a man he pressed himself up against him from head to toe while using his hands to rub the often neglected places that a man found most sensitive: the front of his hips just above his thighs; his neck where his shoulder and collarbone connected; under his arms, behind his ears, the soft vulnerable point beneath his chin and above his Adam’s apple. As he drove deeper inside Valentino he was almost lifting him up off the ground, forcing the blonde to raise and lower himself on his toes. He heard his lover’s breathing grow more rapid and shallow. He would wait until Valentino released his leche to orgasm himself. Julio loved the feel of being inside a man so much he could cum anytime from first entry to 30 minutes later or more. He was never far away from orgasm and timing their release so they came together was the most passionate way to celebrate the shared pleasure. “I make you cum now, guapo.” And he gently cupped Valentino’s hard cock and retracted balls and gave the barest squeeze. When he felt the first twitch that signaled the blonde’s release, he opened his own floodgates to allow his milk to shoot deep inside his lover. He felt Valentino’s milk dripping down his hand with every spurt from his own cock. Valentino pressed his forehead against the tiled wall, gasping with every spasm. “Si, hermano. We cum together. Is beautiful, no?” Julio whispered as the last drops of his cum joined his ample load now resting inside his lover. They rested in silence for a few moments, bodies pressed together with their heavy breathing synchronized. “Jesus Christ that was hot. You are so sexy, Julio.” Valentino said as he came down from his powerful orgasm. “Gracias, Chico. You are sexy for me too.” His hands had not stopped roaming over Valentino’s beautiful smooth body. “We can’t stay like this.” The blonde said as he pulled himself off Julio’s still rigid cock. Julio turned him around. “I know this, but I must kiss you once more.” And he leaned in to tenderly kiss Valentino’s receptive lips. “I must make love to you again soon. You like this, jess?” He asked. “Oh fuck yes.” His lover responded, still slightly out of breath. Julio reached between Valentino’s legs to slide two fingers inside his ass, feeling the wetness of his cum around and inside his hole. “My cock will ache for you now, guapo. We will do this again.” He removed his fingers and brought them to Valentino’s lips then kissed him once more to share their combined taste. “Ay, que bonito. What you do to me.” He breathed. “I leave now, you wait, jess? I tell you when it good to come out.” Giving Valentino one last caress on his face, Julio turned off the water and opened the shower curtain only enough to exit the cubicle. Thankfully, the locker room was still empty. The matches must not be over yet. “We are alone, Valentino.” He said as he went to the shelf that held a stack of white towels. He got two and handed one to Valentino after he’d gotten out of the shower. They dried themselves in silence, frequently sharing smiles and looks of appreciation. The dressed back into their workout clothes and rejoined the crowd over by the mats.

My cynical answer is that because, it seems maybe 90% of guys online are here for only gratification and/or tittilation. Fewer are here to make friends or arrange to meet. He may be looking for the modern equivalent of phonesex? Less cynically: On the other hand, telling someone or acknowledging how hot they look or whatever actually doesn't cost much time and strokes their ego, while giving out some positive vibe/energy makes both parties feel better, so I don't think it's a bad thing. Some of us appreciate compliments, even from far off, as they don't come often enough! But, I agree, it can be a distraction if you are trying to arrange meets. As always being open and up front about what you're looking for helps. I have also had a few great meets with guys who messaged me from afar but were planning a trip to London or Berlin.

part 2 -- Crossing The Line ParTyBreeder Replied: December 16, 2020 Hey sTud man! How you been? Have you been giving in to all the wild hoT dirty seducTive urges and cravings thaT break down every hesitant conservative part of your mind and lets loose the dirTy chemwhore sTud pig you want to be?! Fuck man I wanna get fucked up with you then FUCK YOU UP!! JeremyP Replied: December 18, 2020 Hey back at ya sTud... i still am craving a long hoT and p-e-r-v- y session. around my birthday a guy pissed his chem piss in me and then smoked me up a bit. He fucked a couple loads into me then which was hoT. He wanted to get more guys over but I had to be "somewhat" good because I couldn't get out of work. I def need to take some vacaTion days and go wild. Right now I'm trying to get a 23 y/o over here to give me a good pounding. hehe Thanks for the reconnecting!!! Would luv to hear what you've been up to! And what do you know about booty bumps? JeremyP Replied: December 25, 2020 Well, I just did a booTy bump and now I'm going over to get an anon load. I know I shouldn't, but I'm so horny for iT! Who know's what will happen, but my guess is it will probably stay vanilla. Not the fuck-me-up time that I'm yearning to spend with you ParTyBreeder Replied: December 26, 2020 Hey there how you doing sexy hot pig?! OINK From your last 2 messages I'd say that your conservative side isn't as dominant as it used to be 😈 And that is so damn hoT dude!! Sounds like you had one helluva great birthday!! Chem piss AND chem cum fucked into your eager ass and got smoked up too! Was that the first time in 2 or 3 years like you said before or have you had some chems to smoke since our last chat in July? How many hits did it take to get your piggy dirty dark side to come out?! hehe And what happened with the 23 year old? Did he make it over? Did he fuck your hungry horny manhole and breed you? Did you and him get chemmed up and spun? How did you like the booty bump? How did it affect you? Did you get the anon load you were horny for and craving? How'd it get set up to be an anon load? Those can be damn hot sometimes! 😉 Hope it was hot and not vanilla. Eager to read all about it dude. I've had some things going on with family...nothing serious but taking up a lot of time. That's why I haven't been in touch for a while. But that's better and I am making up for missing out on a loT of fun that I've been needing! hehe Had a damn hoT 3-way with 2 brothers Thanksgiving weekend - one was married! Dude we all 3 got so fucking wasTed and nasty and enjoyed some "dark" dick-hardening fun!! woof!! Dumped 2 loads of chem cum in the married guy's ass!! And yeah sTud, I'm yearning for that fuck-me-up time with you too! We both need to take some vacaTion days and let loose and get wild and piggy TogeTher! I am mobile and have no problem driving up your way. Damn man I am so hard right now wanting you!! JeremyP Replied: December 26, 2020 Hey man, Merry XXX-mas! It's great to hear from you! There is definitely a line that I'm beginning to cross, but I promise I'm still wrestling with my inhibitions. My birThday was the first time in a couple of years that I did anything with chems (420 doesn't count right?) It didn't take many to make me start feeling good, but my buddy stuck a shard in my hole and after that was when I started to feel really piggy. I def wasn't making good choices 😈 Somehow he convinced me to go to a truck stop and he was gonna offer my hole out. It didn't work out, mostly cause the weather was cold and crappy that night, but I still can't believe we went as far with it as we did. And boy did my hole get hungry! The 23 y/o did come over a couple of times and hopefully it will be a couple more in the future! He's pretty new and to my disappointment he wanted to wear a condom. I wanted him to fuck me so he wore one. The funny part is that he thinks he's above average and brought his own Magnum condom lol. He's not small, but it was def too big for him. After he fucked me solid he came inside me (inside the condom). The hot part is, after he left I dumped his hot young seed out of the condom and onto my cock and started jerking off. Then I spread some on a dildo and pushed it in my hole. A pig is gonna pig. The booTy bump is great. It's not a big rush, but more of a constant state of euphoria. And my hole gets hungry so quickly. I was setting this anon meet up before I even was thinking about what I was doing! When some sense started to come thru, I ignored it and pushed it back down. And you called it about being vanilla. Boo, I was still horny and very unsatisfied after. And hey...life happens. You don't owe me messages. BuT I do enjoy them! I'm glad things are well for you and your family. Truly. Good for you on getting your own hoT Time! Two brothers? That sounds soo kinky. I would love to have been a fly in the corner watching the whole ordeal unfold. Although I don't know if I could've stopped myself from joining in 😉 I can Travel too. Maybe an option is that we could meet in the middle? I'm afraid that if we stay where I live there's going to be too many anchors holding me down if that makes sense. I have a ton of vacation time saved up and I am desperate to use it. What better way then a little Pig ParTy with you? I get really horny thinking about spending a weekend or whatever with you. PartyandBree Replied: December 26, 2020 Hey man good to hear back from you. Not to mention that your message has me hard and dripping like crazy dude! I'm sure you know better than I do but I get the idea that you are enjoying the hell out of crossing those lines, and maybe you're not struggling as hard as you think with your inhibitions. I'm just saying bro! hehe That is hot as fucking hell man about your buddy shoving the shard of T up your ass on your birthday!! In addition to giving you his chem piss and tina cum too. Then he got you to go to a fucking Truck sTop to get multiple anon dicks and cum loads!! Good Thing you're sTruggling with your inhibiTions, righT?! OINK! Damn man I wish that had worked out because I would fucking blow a load reading all the dirTy dark deTails of THAT experience! Glad you hooked up with the 23 year old guy. Hopefullly next time he visits you can convince him to fuck you raw, or maybe "somehow" the condom will break if he uses one 😉 And if not you got it covered geTTing his hot load out of the condom and fucking some of it inside you on the dildo! Gawd I love how piggy you are!! Did the 23 year old parTy with you? It would have been hot as fucking hell if you'd been there with me and the brothers. I would love to have waTched you ride both their bare cocks and take their tina cum and chem piss in your holes along with my cum and piss too!! I ToTally undersTand about not wanting to be somewhere with anchors to hold you down. Man I definitely do NOT want anything holding you down or holding you back from giving in cumpleTely to those dark piggy "forbidden" urges and needs and enjoying going down some hot "forbidden" paths with me and Miss T! grrrrrrrrrrr I am so ready to have a fucking wild Pig ParTy with you for at least a weekend or longer. Dripping here thinking about it. Wish I was dripping my chem precum right on your hungry fucking Tongue!! JeremyP Replied: December 26, 2020 Our convo is making me so hard and horny. I can just imagine what TwisTed things we'll talk about when we're actually together. A little about me, I was going to college to be a Youth Pastor. I was married to a woman and everything. Eventually she figured out that I lusted after men & boys and we got divorced. It wasn't until I was in my mid twenties that I really started exploring sex with guys. Kind of a late bloomer. But it's that thinking that I cannot shake off. Now there is definitely a side of me that's trying to break free of those chains, but it isn't strong enough yet. But that side has me on this website and chatting my darkest desires with you. It also lets other guys talk me into smoking with them. My pig just needs fed and strengthened and hopefully one day I'll be free. And hopefully it's not too far away! hehe Maybe I am farther along then I realize and someone just needs to hold a mirror up so I can see myself for the TwisTed whore/slut/pig/etc. that I really am. My 23 y/o boy doesn't parTy that I know of. Too afraid to ask haha. I was thinking I would start with 420 and see how he reacts to that. Wouldn't it be fun to corrupt him tho? Introduce him to raw sex and chems? There is definitely an appeal to that for me. I would love it if he's never barebacked before and then I was his first. I might just have a glimpse of how you feel towards me now 😈 I suppose it isn't really corruption but rather helping us find the path we're supposed to be on. There's something so hoT about brothers and married and straight and bi.... I love to hear stories about when they smoke and then have sex with other guys. 2020 has been a rotten year and I would love to go down the rabbit hole with you in a Pig ParTy. To hear you talk about your kinkiest stories and fantasies. And then making myself admit that those are my fantasies too. I'm jacking off thinking about it...wishing your chem precum was dripping on my Tongue and your chempiss was filling my other hole. PartyandBree Replied: December 26, 2020 Our convo is having the same effect on me man. Hell just seeing I got a message from you gets me hard even before I read your nasty sex-filled hoT messages! I can't wait to see how TwisTed our convos are when we're togeTher - naked in bed, spun out of our heads like pigs on loTs and loTs of whiTe clouds, our inhibiTions and walls down and our hunger and forbidden and [banned word] cravings growing sTronger and darker. She figured out that you lusTed after men AND boys??!! Mmmmmm you need to tell me more about thaT!! 😜 I will be glad as hell to keep feeding and sTrengthening your pig and help thaT hot sensuous side of you keeping you here on this website, sharing all your darkest naughtiest and nasTiest desires and wanTs and fanTasies with me. I want to help you give yourself over to those TwisTed ThoughTs and hopefully help bring some to realiTy for and with you!! And hell fucking YES iT would fun as hell and hot as fuck to corrupT your horny "safe" sexy 23 year old guy. InTroduce him to the seducTive power and pleasure of Tina and let her help you convince him thaT fucking skin on skin is so damn fanTastic!! I have introduced a few studs to chems and raw sex and dude it is some of the hoTTest piggiesT darkesT fucking sex ever!! The married brother that was part of the 3-way was new to T and dude it got him so fucking high and piggy I couldn't wait to fuck and breed him!! Let's forgeT this fucking messed up year, go down into that hole with each other with plenty of weed and t and booze and then fucking p-e-r-v with each oTher and sharing our kinkiest hoTTest most decadent real sTories and wanTs. HiTTing the glass cock right now wishing I was shoTgunning these huge clouds with you and sending it's power and dirtiness sTraight to your brain and dick!!

Chapter 8 After Luke left I showered and busied myself for the rest of the day. I didn’t want to think too hard about what had happened. My mind was a blur and I just wanted it to stay that way. However the next morning I was again feeling conflicted. I got into work early and decided to do the sensible thing. I rang the health clinic, explained I had been in the previous day and needed to come in again. The treating nurse from the previous day had a cancellation in the late afternoon, or I could come in at lunchtime and take a chance being seen by whoever was free. Given the nurse had looked pretty hot yesterday and I wasn’t sure whether he had flirted a little , I went for the afternoon slot. The day passed slowly, I wasn’t that attentive at work. However by 4 pm I was at the clinic. My name was called out and was told ‘Gino is in room 3 ‘ as I made my way down the corridor. I knocked and entered. A flicker of recognition passed over nurse Gino’s face. I was in my work suit rather than my casual wearthe previous day. ‘Ah Neil, I didn’t expect to see you so soon, what can I do for you’ he asked. ’it’s a little embarrassing actually. I’ve had sex with a guy and he is positive, so I think I need Pep. ‘ I stammered. ‘Ok, just a few questions first, Neil’ he continued ‘ how do you know he is positive?’ ‘ He is a friend of mine and he has told me previously that he is positive and hasn’t been taking his medication recently’ I responded. ‘Ah ok, are you top or bottom?’ Gino asked. ‘Bottom’. ‘ Have you had sex with him previously?’ I reddened ‘ Er yes, a couple of times, about a week or two ago and then a few days ago ‘ I said quietly. ‘But I only knew he was positive after the first time’ I added as if that might not sound too bad. ‘But you have willingly had unprotected sex since you knew? ‘ umm yes’ ‘ok, no judgement from me’ Gino tried to put me at ease , just tapping my knee with his hand. ‘ have you had sex with anyone else in the last month?’ I nodded, thinking of Ty’s black cock fucking me hard, and then both Phil and Steve in the sling. ‘Yes, about three other guys’ I said, reddening again. ‘All bareback?’ Gino asked. I nodded again. ‘Any positive or don’t you know?’ ‘All positive ‘ the words hung in the air for a while. I was also aware of my growing erection at the thought. I shifted in the seat to try and hide it but Gino’s eyes dropped to my lap. I thought I saw a half smile from him. ‘ Look, I have to be professional ‘ he said, donning some blue latex gloves and squirting a little dollop of some lubricant on them. ‘ you seem to have an attraction to risky sex practices, and I think you may have an erectile problem that you may want me to look at if I may ?’ I took the hint and unbuckled my belt, opened my suit trousers and pulled my boxers down. My cock was stiffening as the nurse gently stroked my cock, in mock examination. ‘You seem as though when you mention unprotected sex with positive gay men that gets you aroused’ he continued . The thought of yesterday with Luke just made me fully erect as Gino semi stroked me.’ Yes it does’ I said, ‘I don’t know why. And when I’m horny I just want cock and cum in me, I don’t think clearly’ I said, my breathing becoming a bit ragged. ‘Let me show you something’ Gino said quietly. He pulled his scrubs trousers down a little, showing me his pubic area. I could make out the shape of his cock in his scrubs, stiffening slightly. But the obvious thing was his shaven pubic area with a small bio hazard tattoo where his pubes had been shaved. ‘Fuck, that’s hot!’ I said, without thinking. ‘Oh sorry, ‘I then blurted as he readjusted his scrubs. ‘Don’t be. I’m not!’ He replied. He then carried on stroking by cock with his latexed hands , gripping tightly almost as if he was choking my hard cock. ‘You like that I can tell’ he continued ‘and you are conflicted. Your cock went so hard when you saw that tattoo’ I was feeling my cum beginning to rise as the nurse carried on working my cock. ‘ I need to test if you can ejaculate’ he explained. He was edging me. When you’re like this you say what you really want don’t you?’ ‘yes’ was all I could say as he continued to edge me. ‘ok I can prescribe PeP for you, or I can do what you really want and give you nothing. The likelihood is that you are probably going to find that you are already infected and that the PeP would only work for yesterday. And you will still become Hiv positive. I was now just so aroused. ‘Tell me what you really want Neil?’ ‘ I want to be positive, I don’t want the Pep !’ I just blurted out ‘ever!’ ‘Good man ‘ he responded as he took me over the edge. I ejaculated over my shirt as I came. ‘ok Neil’ Gino continued matter of factly’ you have confirmed that you don’t want prep and you are comfortable with potentially becoming positive. You also do not have any erectile or ejaculation ptoblems. I will put down in your notes that you are now my patient, so if you feel ill at all or need advice on testing you can come and see me. Is that ok?’ ‘yes nurse’ I replied. ‘Are you happy with that decision?’ He fixed me with a sexy stare ‘yes nurse I am’ A wave of relief came over me as I knew definitively my path. ‘ Hopefully I will be seeing you sooner than a month if you feel ill. I will run your tests.’ Hopefully the virus will claim you ‘ he whispered as he handed me a paper towel for me to clean my shirt. ‘ oh and here’s my card with my mobile on if you need to make a direct appointment’ ‘uh thanks nurse’ I said smiling as I left the room, without the prescription I had come to get, but feeling much more content without it. to be continued………….

Matt wakes up a few hours later. The guy is gone, but he left his phone number and name – Travis. Matt thinks, “So much for a name that begins with “S”?” He laughs. That evening he calls Travis and leaves a message. Travis calls back. By Midnight, Matt is back in his bed with 2 more of Travis’ loads in his ass. Matt just sat on Travis raw cock this time and Travis came in his ass without asking. Travis and Matt start seeing each other casually – just sex, not really dating. It’s comfortable and uncomplicated. If Matt and Travis can meet up, they do. If not, no obligations. Matt likes how the Travis cock feels when they fuck. Travis says he loves how Matt’s ass feels wrapped on his raw cock. About 6 weeks into Travis and Matt fucking around, Matt is over at Travis place. Travis has just unloaded in Matt’s ass. He pulls out and flops on his bed. Matt is thirsty. He asks if Travis wants some water. Travis says yes, but then says Matt should put on his underwear because his roommate might be home. Matt says, “Won’t hide much.” They both laugh. Matt puts on his black briefs and goes to the kitchen for some water. The roommate is in the kitchen and is surprised to see Matt almost naked wander into view. Matt blushes and apologizes. He says he is there to get some water for himself and Travis. The roommate gets Matt the glasses and says, “You sound really sexy getting fucked.” Matt says, “How do you know it was me getting fucked?” The roommate says, “I know what Travis sounds like when he gets fucked. Travis is a loud bottom.” The roommate laughs. Travis comes to the kitchen. He laughs and says, “Hey. No stories.” Matt and the roommates stand around laughing and talking. Travis is the shorts and tee that he answered the door wearing earlier. Matt is still in his briefs. As they are talking, the roommates makes some vodka drinks and the guys start drinking and hanging out. They are trying to decide on what to order for dinner – Chinese, Mexican or pizza. No one can decide. But they have another cocktail. Matt and the roommate go to the kitchen to make the second round of drinks. Matt bends over to fill the glasses with ice. The roommate says in a low voice, “Dude you have a wet spot on your underwear. Travis must have used a lot of lube.” Matt is embarrassed. He turns red all over. Matt puts the glasses with ice on the counter and turns to leave for his pants. The roommate stops him and says, “Don’t put on more clothes sexy. I like that I can see you just got fucked. It makes you look so much sexier.” The roommate rubs his hand on Matt’s body. Matt says, “Well I do love getting fucked and showing off.” The roommate says, we need a little more ice. Matt bends over the freezer and shows off his wet spot on his underwear as he slowly fills the glasses with ice. The roommate rubs his hand on Matt’s brief clad ass. Matt pushes his ass back so the roommate can feel the wet spot. Matt and the roommate make the drinks and return to Travis. The three of them are chatting and hanging out. Matt is comfortable being in just his briefs. This round goes down fast. Matt is back in the kitchen helping the roommate with the drinks again. This time the roommate puts his hard cock on Matt’s brief covered ass. Matt pushes the back of his briefs down and says, “Like my ass?” The roommate says yes and feels Matt’s hole. He says, “You are still so wet” as he slips a finger in Matt’s ass. He pulls his finger out and leans over to lick Matt’s ass. Matt pushes his ass back on the tongue and opens his cheeks so the tongue can slip in more. The roommate says, “I taste cum. Is Travis load in your ass?” Matt admits that it is. The roommate quickly slips his jeans down and slides his raw cock on Matt’s hole. “Can I just stick it in a bit?” Matt says, “Just the tip.” Matt feels the large cock push inside him, grunts and says, "That is more than just the tip." The cock pushes all the way in. Balls on his ass. The guys hear Travis say, “Where is my drink?” and can hear him walking to the kitchen. The roommate pulls his cock out of Matt's ass and puts his cock away. Matt pulls up his briefs. The roommate grabs the vodka and Matt opens the refrigerator for some more Sprite. Matt says they are almost out so each vodka just gets a splash of Sprite this time. The roommate fills the glasses with more vodka. Travis says, “Right on. Strong round.” The guys go back in the living room. The roommate says, “Travis did you see the wet spot on Matt’s briefs?” Travis says no. Matt, now tipsy, stands up and shows Travis the wet spot. Travis puts down his drink and feels Matt’s ass and the wet spot. Travis says, “Yeah. Matt you are really wet.” Matt says, “It’s your load.” Travis pulls Matt into his lap. The roommate says, “Fucking bareback again Travis?” Travis shrugs. Matt can feel Travis is getting hard. Matt slips his legs over Travis legs and leans back. He takes a drink. Travis kisses him. Matt kisses Travis back. The roommate watches as Travis and Matt make out in this position. Matt is getting hard in his briefs. Matt slips his hand in his briefs as he makes out with Travis. Travis slips his hand in Matt’s briefs too. Travis grabs Matt’s cock and strokes it. Travis pushes his hard cock on Matt’s ass. Matt can feel Travis hard cock through his briefs and Travis shorts. Matt reaches under him, still kissing the roommate, and feels Travis cock. Matt rubs Travis’ cock. Travis pushes Matt to his feet. The roommate slightly tugs Matt’s arm. He is sitting on the couch and Matt bends over to kiss him. Travis is rubbing his hard cock on Matt’s ass and holding Matt’s waist. Travis slips his hands inside Matt’s underwear. Matt pushes his underwear off and steps out of them. Matt pushes his ass back. Naked and bent over kissing the roommate, Matt hears the first roommate say, “Fuck him Trav.” Travis drops his shorts and slides his raw cock into Matt. Matt moans as he takes Travis raw cock in him for the second time that evening. It feels good. Travis is holding Matt’s waist and fucking him hard. The roommate presents his cock to Matt. Matt starts sucking cock. He is being spitroasted by Travis and his roommate, who he just met. Matt is in heaven. He is feeling good in his ass, his mouth, his cock – hands are feeling his body. Things are escalating. Travis’ cock is pounding Matt’s ass. Matt is having a hard time sucking cock because it keeps getting shoved down his throat. He is gagging. He puts his hands on the roommate’s skinny pelvis to stead himself. He feels mostly skin and bone. The dude is very thin with a huge cock. The roommate can tell Matt is uncomfortable. He pulls his cock out of Matt’s mouth and pulls him up to kiss him. Travis is still fucking Matt. Matt moans and grunts as Travis pummels his ass. The roommate kisses Matt and feels Matt moaning as they kiss. He pulls back and watches Matt in the ecstasy of the moment. He says, “You like Travis cock in you?” Matt moans yes. Roommate says, “You want him to cum in your ass again?” Matt opens his eyes and says, “Yes.” Roommate says, “You are getting fucked bareback. You know he isn’t wearing a condom.” Travis says, “Matt let me fuck him raw the first time we fucked, didn’t you Matt?” Matt says, “I did.” Travis says, “I’m close. Beg for my load.” Matt looks at the first roommate and says, “Cum in my ass. Give me your load.” Travis fucks Matt for another minute and then grabs Matt’s hips, buries his cock inside and shoots his load. Travis pulls out. The roommate lays Matt back on the couch. He leans in and says, “I want to fuck you. Do you want me to wear a condom?” Matt hesitates and looks at Travis. Travis says, “I might have one if you want it.” Travis leaves the room to get a condom. Matt strokes the roommate’s big cock. The roommate says, “Can I fuck you raw until Travis comes back?” Matt guides the raw cock to his hole. Matt spreads his legs and lets the roommate’s raw cock inside his freshly bred asshole. Matt moans as the guy fucks his ass. He is opening his ass more for this bigger cock. He says, “You feel so big in me.” The roommate fucks Matt on his back for awhile, then flips him so Matt is hanging over the back of the couch. Matt sees Travis come back in the room, condom in his hand. Travis says, “Found a condom. Guess you decided to take it bare though?” Roommate says, “He did. I’m in him raw right now. Feels good right Matt?” Matt moans and says, “Yeah it does.” Matt looks at Travis. Travis hands Matt the condom. Matt takes it. Roommate says, “Want me to wear the condom?” Matt says, “Just keep fucking me raw.” Roommate says, “Fuck yeah” and keeps fucking Matt’s unprotected ass while Matt is holding the unopened condom. The roommate speeds up his fuck. Matt can tell he is getting close. The guy says, “Where do you want my load?” Matt says, “Cum in my ass.” The guy groans out and blows his load in Matt’s unprotected ass. The first roommate pulls out and says, “Thanks slut. Gonna shower.” He slaps Matt’s ass and heads off to the bathroom. Travis grabs Matt’s arm, pulls him into his lap. Travis asks, “Feels better bareback doesn’t it?” Matt says, “Yeah it does.” Travis says, “I knew you would give it up bareback the first night we fucked. I had a condom but pretended I didn’t. When you took off your pajama pants and showed me your hole after I told you I didn’t have a condom, I knew you wanted it bareback.” Matt says, “I wanted to get fucked. I was glad when you didn’t have a condom. I think I hate using them now.” Travis says, “I can tell. You gave it up bare to my roommate easy enough.” Matt is kinda embarrassed and says, “Was that slutty?” Travis says, “Yes. But he fucks every guy bare. His cock is seductive. He fucked me bare the first day we met. Just like he fucked you bare bent over this couch.” Matt feels Travis is hard again. Matt positions Travis cock and sits on it. Matt’s hole is open and wet now. Travis easily slides inside. Matt rides Travis cock as he jerks off. Travis says, “You have so much cum in you. I can feel it.” Matt says, “Me too.” Travis removes Matt’s hand from his cock and replaces it with his own. He says, “You can cum when you get me off with your ass.” Matt concentrates on Travis cock. He tightens and loosens his hole on the cock while riding it. He is acting like a slut. Moaning like one too. Travis is stroking Matt, but the feeling in Matt’s ass are getting him off. Matt can’t control it. Cum shoots out of his cock and covers Matt’s chest and abs. As it does, Matt’s ass squeezes Travis abruptly and sends Travis into orgasm – shooting his third load into Matt’s ass that evening. Matt and Travis collapse on each other.

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.

Chapter 10 About that time there was a knock at the door. A guy came in and said that John wanted him to see if this Pig is primed for a little fun at his place. He added “ Of course. I will never turn down a piece of ass to destroy”. The guy fucking the Pig said “ I am having problems getting off. Probably to much Tina earlier “. One of the guys stared massaging the guys nut sack and fingering his hole. That helped because a few minutes later he said ” Here if cums. Take my dirty load you fagot. “ There wasn’t much cum but the guy felt like he was shooting out his cock and ass at the same time. He stayed in the Pig’s ass for a few minutes and then said “ Here comes your prize for being such a good Pig “. He started pissing in the Pig’s ass It had been a few hours since he let loose and he knew that there would be a lot and it would be full of chems. He told the Pig “ Feel that flood in you “? The Pig said “ Yes sir. It feels warm and it is filling me up”. The Guy relied “ I am not done emptying in you”. “ Hold still I wasn’t to get ever drop of this Chem filled flood deep in your guts”. The Pig asked “ Chems ?’ the guys said “ Yes. I have been doing Meth all day and night.” “ I am sure you are getting a load of chempiss right now “. The Pig said “ I don’t do drugs I can’t get high “. All three guys chuckled at that. The Pig still didn’t realize that his friend gave him his first hit of Chem piss hours ago. The one guy said “ Well, you do now “. The one guy said “ You remember when I dropped something in your open cunt earlier”? the Pig said “ Yes “. The guy said “ Well that was a nice shard of Meth and I know it already got you hot, I can see you sweating” . The Pig didn’t say anything. The piss in his body was already feeling good and he was getting lightheaded. He figured it was from being head down and ass up for so long. The Guy pulled out and grabbed the Plug and pushed it up the Pig’s ass to keep the mix in him. He though 15 minutes with this in him and he will be ready for anything. He noticed that the Bindings there were on the Pig’s cock and balls was now laying under him. Apparently, he had shrunk enough that they feel off. He slapped the Pig’s ass to get it to tighten on the plug. It had only been about 10 minutes and the Pig was rocking on the plug, trying to fuck it deeper. Everyone knew the Pig was getting very high already. The one guy that had fucked a dirty load into the Pig’s gaping ass was dressed and left. On his way out he told the Pig if he ever wanted another fucking to let him know. He said “ You are one hot and nasty Pig”. “ I would tap you anytime”. The Pig said “ Thank you. I would take you anytime “. The other guy knew the Pig was beyond ski high”. The guy that had recently gotten there had move to the head of the Bed and told the pig to move up and suck his cock. Until now the only cock he sucked was his friend that stated hi here tonight. He moved easily, every time he shifted his weight the plug moved and send sharp feelings through his ass and guts. This caused his ass to spasm and then that would make more strong pleasure ripples in his body. The Pig started sucking on the new guys cock. He quickly discovered that this cock was much wider than his friend. He also noticed that this cock had metal piercings on it. One at the tip felt like pointed ring or something. It scraped his teeth and inside his mouth. The guy kept forcing more of his fat cock in his mouth. It was the that he noticed some rings or something on the bottom of his cock. It must have been the drugs n his system because up to now he really didn’t like oral sex but his was exciting.. The other guy was massaging the Pig’s ass cheeks and occasionally working the pug in the Pig’s ass. It had been over 30 minutes since he gave the Pig a huge load of Tina lased piss he knew it was much longer than normal but at this point he didn’t care. He wanted to see this older Pig get wasted to the point he would take anyone up his ass or drink down anything offered. That plus he knew the cock that was in his mouth now would eventually be up his ass and would be ripping his cunt up. He recognized this guy from the baths and he really got into seeing a guy screaming to get loose while he turned their asses into raw bleeding hamburger, or as he called it ‘ Pigburger”. The one playing with the Pig’s ass pulled the plug from the tight gripping ass. It came out with a sudden plop. The Pig managed to say “ I fee; so empty. Please put it back in “. The guy with the pierced cock said “ Don’t bother, I plan on being in there real soon, and you will love it”. he looked at the Pig and said “ You want your ole dilled again ?” The Pig said “ Yes. Please do it “.

Very tight ass here, but I've been DPed a few times. At best it's uncomfortable, at worst fucking painful, But always a huge mental turn on, and the two tops always seem to fucking LOVE it, feeling a dick sliding against theirs. For me it's worth doing just for the reaction from the two top guys. I found the ONLY way it works is if both guys have a decent length and are rock hard. I mean rock hard.

We arrived at the bar we had been to a month ago. It was crowded Sunday night. Daddy and I sat at the bar and ordered some drinks. "Hi Brian longtime no see. Your boy still with you", the bartender said "Yeah", said Daddy A few other guys came by to talk to Daddy and i could feel their eyes raping me over. I could see the hunger as they looked me over. This made my clit really hard and my cunt wet. As Daddy was talking to one of his friends a guy came on the other side of me and put his arm on my back. "Hi i am Will. You Brian's new boy", he asked I looked up at him. He was late 50's about 6ft medium build. He had a beard and moustache, loops in each ring and a nose ring, nipple rings and he was wearing a leather vest with no shirt and ripped jeans longboard type shorts. He also had some arm and chest tattoos. He was hot and he smelled incredible. "Me and Brian go way back", he said stroking my back and going lower "Yes i am his boy. I belong to him", i said in a matter of fact way "Hmmm you belong to him. Like you are his property", he asked. His hand was now at the waist of my shorts in my panties. I sat up in shock how low he was going. He just stayed in the top part of my ass softly stroking it. "Yes i am", i said smiling looking at him with attraction and looking at his body. He could tell i was attracted to him "Hello Brian. Is your boy ready to be taken" I have been waiting.", Raymond said coming in between Daddy and I Daddy looked back at me and Raymond and could see Will's hand down my shorts. "You can take him in the back Raymond. He's converted so you can have him. Serve him good boyl", Daddy said. Raymond looked at me with his hungry eyes. "Lets go boy i want to tap this sweet pussy of yours. I got something good for you, you are going to beg me for more", he said He reached over and pulled Will's hand out and put his hand down my shorts and lifted my ass off and stuck his finger in me. It was his middle finger and he went right to work on my prostate. With his other hand he started to tease and pull my nipples which were jutting thru the holes in my tank top. I was in heat. My eyes closed and i let out a soft moan. I looked over at Will and he could see how horny i was and his eyes were looking at me with hunger. "You are one little horny slut arent you. Just a little fingering and your pussy is dripping and look at you so in heat. You want my cock dont you", he whispered in my ear while still fingering me and playing with my nipples "Yes", i moaned softly and looked down in shame Using the finger in me he pulled my off the bar stool and used it guide me thru the crowd to the back of the bar. It was packed so it took us a while to get in the back. As we were walking thru guys could see he had a finger in my ass. A few buys groped my cock and my tits. One guy even twisted them, i yelped and moaned at the same time. "You are a really horny whore arent you. I felt your pussy grab my finger when he pulled on your nipples", Raymond said as we slowly pushed through the crowd. We finally made it to the back of the bar and the dark room. I was an area of the back of the bar that was partially portioned off and had tables and chairs. It was kind of dark with only a couple of dim lights. In the back corner there was another area of long leather benches like those in a dining booth but no table. There was also a couple of leather ottomans. Planters and a partition hid this area. It was even darker and had a very dim black light. When we got in the back there was a bottom being bent over with a top fucking him and another waiting in line to fuck him. Raymond took out his finger out of my ass and told me to strip for me while he pulled down his pants. I turned around and took off my shorts. He told me to leave on the jock strap. The pink letters "whore" glowed in the black light. I could see the other tops stare at me. They could also see that i had on a pink chastity cage thru the mesh front of the jstrap. He presented his cock and i got on my knees and sucked his huge cock. It was a good 8 inches and thick. Not as thick as Daddy but very thick still. He had a PA piercing and with what looked like a horseshoe ring thru his cock. I was as good thickness. I had never been fucked with one before and i was not sure how i would take it. Although as i was deep throating his cock and his piercing was banging against the back of my throat i started to get an idea. Raymond picked my up and threw me on the leather booth bench and got up behind me and stuck his huge head and piercing in me. For an aggressive guy i am glad he took his time especially since he had the PA ring on. Once he got his head and PA ring in me he started to push into me. I put my head down and arched my back taking more of him in me. "Ohhhh you slut, Your cunt is so hungry its eating up my cock", he yelled and then slammed hard into me gripping my hips like handles. My head flew back in pain as his penis ripped thru me and hi piercing was wrecking my hole. He started fucking me hard and with a steady pace Turning my guts to mush but i didnt care it hurt but it also felt good. He is right i am just a slutty whore who is a bitch in heat. He started aiming as my prostate and pounding it and caressing it with his PA ring. This sent me into overdrive and moaning out loud. The way he stroked me and used his PR ring on my prostate made me crazy. "Ohhh yeah someone likes my cock and PA huh. I can feel your cunt pulse on my cock bitch", he said ramming me "Uhhhh yes", i moaned We were attracting a crowd at this point. There were 4 tops with their cocks in their hands stroking and watching. Raymond kept fucking me for the next half hour pounding the shit out of my pussy. And he started kissing the back of my neck them my shoulders pulling me up and back against his chest. "You want my poz cum in your cunt?" he asked in my ear "Yes", i said soflty He had his hands on my tits twisting my nipples really hard. "Awwwww", i yelled as he tried to pull my nipples out of my chest and in doing so i moved off his cock. He pulled me back to him and on his cock and just expertly worked my nipples. I had both pain and incredible pleasure. My ass was pulsing around his huge meat. I leaned back and opened my mouth and let his tongue take control of my mouth in and hot wet kiss. He then went to my neck while still playing with my nipples and started sucking and biting me. It was incredible. He pulled out. Turning back to him I looked sad and frustrated wanting his cock back in me. "Beg for it bitch. Tell me you want my cock in your pussy and filling it with my poz cum", he said "Please stick your huge stick in me and fuck me good and breed me with your poz cum please i need it", i begged as i tried to back onto his meat and metal but he held me there for a bit. He teased my hole not sticking his cock in then in one motion rammed into me. He fucked my like that for another 5 minutes then he turned me over and put my legs on his shoulders and rammed back in me. He leaned over and we kissed and exchanged our spit and tongues. I grabbed my legs and pulled them further back and open so he could offer more of myself to him and he could go deeper and he did. He was in my 2nd pussy rearranging my insides. "Here comes" he yelled and he started to shoot huge hot loads in me. He must have shot 6-7 spurts in me. He grinded in me for another 5 minutes while we were chest to chest our lips intertwined and my legs wrapped around his waist keeping him in me. "Your cunt is so amazing. Brian is a lucky guy" he said in my ear. We parted with another wet intimate kiss and he got off of me. I grabbed his cock and pulled him to my mouth and cleaned him off. Without ten seconds going by another top got on the seat and lifted my legs and stuck his cock in me. I jolted in surprise at how quick it was but took it as the whore i am. After cleaning and sucking as much cum out of his cock he pulled out and kissed me and left. I could see more guys lining up to fuck me. They guy on me now had an average size cock and could feel him getting close. After 5 minutes he shot his load. The next guy who was a tall burly guy with a good size cock flipped me over and rammed my doggie style. HIs cock was thick and had a ring on it too but smaller. He fucked me good and hard. No kissing just fucking. He pounded me for 10 minutes hard and doing short strokes wrecking my prostate. "Your cunt is so hot and tight. You like when i hit your gspot dont you", he said as he reached under to play with my cock. "Ohh Daddy has your clit locked up", he said in my ear I was focusing on his cock in me pushing against my prostate, "Yes i do it feels sooo good", i moaned back at him. "Daddy locks up my clit to remind me only my cunt provides me pleasure", i said "You are one fucking slutty whore who knows her place. Your cunt is for our pleasure", he said ramming into me. He fucked me good and i felt him expand and shoot a huge load into me. I pushed back on his cock trying to get all of him in me and squeezing it to suck out all of his cum. I felt all the cum start to slush around in me. "Ohhh bitch your cunt is pulsing on my cock. You are a dirty whore", he said pulling out and leaving me to the next guy. Another 2 guys who were ok fuckers came and dump more cum into me. Other stuck their cocks in my mouth and came while others just watched, jacked off and came on me. I was covered in sweat and cum. The last one when he pulled out and i moved a huge blob of cum fell out of my ass. One of the guys watching got down sucked it up and ate my ass. It felt good and soothing to have my ass eaten out. But it felt like almost 2 hours being fucked like a piece of meat and i was tired and my hole was sore. I felt my hole and my lips were puffy and cum was oozing out. Then I saw Will walk up pull down his pants and pull out his cock. It was huge 9" thick and with a PA ring on it. I got my knees and sucked his gorgeous cock. It was thick and meaty and had a tattoo of a scorpion on it. He lifted my up put me on all fours and entered me from behind. He did it slowly and carefully entering me. He knew he was big and the PA ring was thick. I finally felt him fully in me. I felt full and my cunt being stretched by his meat. He started to fuck me in a slow but deliberate pace. He put a bottle under my nose and i took a deep breath. My head started to spin. "I am going to take my time and enjoy your cunt. You are mine right now" he whispered in my ear. He kept up his steady rhythm and fucked me for what seemed like a good hour. I know it was less but it took long. After fucking me doggy he sat down and pulled me on his cock as i bounced on his lap. Our lips intertwined in a passionate kiss swapping spit. He then started to suck, lick and chew on my nipples. My head flew back as the way he did it sent shocks down to my cock. I got energized and started bouncing hard on his cock. Wanting a good fuck from his meat. He started kissing and biting me on my chest, neck and all my wet spots. "I am going to leave my mark in you and on you bitch", he said as he bit and suck my neck. I pulled his head into my neck as he did that and rode his cock. Then he lifted me and put me on my back while staying in me and started to fuck me pushing my ankles at me ears. He pounded me hard and steady and aimed at scraping and beating my prostate. My head fell back and my eyes rolled back into my head. I was in heaven. This stud was fucking me and hitting all the right and deep spots, working my nips and he was hot and he smelled incredible. He had that manly body odor i haven't washed in a day or two smell. He could tell i was intoxicated as he grabbed my head and stuff it in his armpit. That deep whiff started to make my cunt convulse around his meat and i started to cum. He yelled out as i gripped his cock like a python around its prey. I felt his cock expand and shoot huge loads in me. "Take my charge bitch", he yelled as he came in me. He kept pounding me. "I am going to make sure my strain takes bitch", he said After a few minutes he slowed down put my legs down and leaned in and kissed me. He kept grinding his meat deep in my guts and i wrapped my legs around his waist and put my hands on his ass and pushed him in. "Please keep fucking me and stay in me please", i whispered in his ear "Your cunt is so tight and wet. I am not done with you yet", he said He kept his word. He got hard again and started to pound me. He turned me on my side and lifted my leg and fucked me that way. He was hitting a spot deep in me no one else had. It was still massaging my prostate but also hitting my 2nd ring like none other. He started to kiss the leg he was holding and sucking and biting leaving another hickiey mark on me. He fucked me like that for another ten minutes then i felt his pulse and expand and shoot another huge load in me. As he came so did i again, my cunt squeezing his stick. My insides were mush and it felt like a gallon of cum was in me. He pulled out i climbed over to him and licked him clean. He then moved my heads to his balls and i licked more. I couldn't stop licking, smelling and tasting him. Then he lifted up and sat on my face and made me eat his ass. It was pungent and stink and unwashed but i ate him like i hadnt eaten dinner. I ate his ass and balls for another 10 minutes when i noticed he was jacking off and came in my mouth shooting a small but tasty load in my mouth. He leaned over and gave me a sensual soft kiss. "I am going to find you again and you will be mine. Your cunt and my cock are made for each other", he said He got up and left. I lay there spent with another guy climbing on me and fucking me. I had not energy to push back or even engage. I lay there like a piece of meat as this guy fucked my pussy. Another guy came up to me and stuck his cock in my mouth. I just lay there sucking him with the little energy i had but in a minute he shot a nice load, 4 spurts in my mouth. I swallowed of course while another just shot his load on me. I was a messy used up whore. As i looked over i say my Daddy sitting down watching all of this smiling. I hope i have made him proud.

I’ve only been DP’d twice but it’s pretty fucking awesome. It feels like you have a massively thick cock inside you. The feeling is awesome when the guys fuck in different rhythms. It’s hard to pull off position wise but if you got the right size tops and the right position, it’s incredible. Only one of the guys who was DP’ing me one of the two times came inside. Because my hole was stretched so tight from both cocks, I felt him cum really hard, felt every pulse.

Ya everyone’s anatomy is different. Some fellas can take some serious abuse and it’s always clear, and others if you poke the deep ring a little hard once, it’s gonna be pink. As long as it’s just pink, and you are both having fun, it’s fine. ;;). I tend to drive a little rough so pink isn’t super uncommon.

Chapter 1: New Changes Let me start off by saying I'm a 43 year old white male who has worked for the same company for over 20 years. I knew early on I was gay and every sexual encounter I've ever had has been raw. I've been a top my whole life thanks in part to my 10 inch cock. I've pozzed so many men that I lost count. Now onto my story. Like I said I've been with this company over 20 years and right before Christmas they held a meeting saying we had been bought out. Unfortunately a lot of people I worked with were laid off because this new group brought in a lot of their own people. Fortunately I wasn't let go but I did get demoted which pissed me off. My new boss was this arrogant little punk who was barely 20 and didn't know shit. He only got this position because he was the new boss' son. I was basically running the department but this little shit was taking all the credit to his daddy. This little shit would argue with me about stuff that he didn't even know. He fucked up more shit than I can recall and the team and I would have to go back and fix his mistakes. Every night I would go home and visit Grindr trying to find someone I could fuck my frustrations out on. After several months of taking this guy's shit I was thinking about leaving. That is until one night I found his little ass on Grindr. Oh I was about to get my sweet revenge. Up until this point he presented himself as a God's gift to women type. But who knew he was a cock hungry little faggot. His profile read he was bi curious and wanted someone who was patient and show him how to pleasure a man. I decided I wanted to teach him a lesson for all the shit he put me through. I knew a lot of the gay men in my area and showed them his profile. It was decided that one of my friends would contact him and invite him over on Friday night for some one on one fun. The bitch accepted the invitation and the plan was set in motion. This was on Tuesday so I held off hooking up with anyone because I wanted my revenge on this punk. The next few days went by really slow because of the anticipation I had about fucking this guy. I let him get by with his little smug remarks knowing he was about to become my bitch after Friday night and he would be in no position to talk down to me after that.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_lz9TpyvFClmI Man I love to service these rednecks daily!

I just feel it's really manly to take it from behind. Love it that way. BUT, I also love seeing a Top's face while he's having an orgasm inside of me. Really, I'll take cock and cum anyway I can get it.

You do have some prime BoTTom land to offer and it looks quite fertile!

I agree in general, certainly. But there's kind of a difference, too: Britain has long been shorn of virtually all of her colonies, with only a handful of realms that are not functionally independent from the "mother country". Spain, the Netherlands - all the great worldwide empires have long since spun off (or had taken from them) virtually all of those possessions. But not the United States. The lands we stole (or forced a "cession" of) got incorporated pretty quickly into the nation as a whole, rather than maintained as colonies, making it that much harder to pry them out of our hands. Some took a while (Alaska, Hawaii, Oklahoma) to be converted to states. But it happened. There are some exceptions - Puerto Rico, Guam, the US Virgin Islands, American Samoa, the string of islands in the Pacific. But compared with what we kept an incorporated into the US, they're a rounding error.

I’ve been fucked countless times by truckers. I love it

So many deepthroaters. Woof!! 😉. wished this matched my reality! Lean towards deepthroating you when I cum whether you like it or not, but it’s better if you like it, or at least want it!

Definitely. Parked up in a quiet lay-by. Start off outdoors and fuck bent over the truck diesel tank, if the trailer ain’t too close coupled. Good hard sweaty fuck with trousers and briefs dropped round steel toed boots. Then get naked on the bunk in the cab with the curtains pulled for a slow second fuck. Especially in something roomy. DAF XF or a Volvo FH Globetrotter…

"Guys don't lie"...yea, right...I've got a bridge in Brooklyn for sale...cheap.

Interesting topic. I think of myself as having very few actual friends - because I put a lot of weight on that word, and I'm not sure most of the people I know would welcome carrying that weight as part of our relationship/interaction. For those that I do place in that category, my favorite thing is something one of them pointed out years ago: I can go months, even years without talking directly with one of my friends, and yet, the moment we reconnect, there's no hesitancy, no awkwardness, and no feeling like I need to itemize all the major things that have happened to me in the interim (or for him to do the same to me). The friendships just endure.

I grew up close to a truck stop. My mis-spent youth. To this day when I smell diesel fuel, I get horny as hell, along with a hardon.

When the guy I hooked up with yesterday saw it, he could not control himself.

I’m just going for two huge fists up my ass to maybe just make it so loose my insides fall out.

Google. Voice is great for that. Gives you an alternate number to use so you don’t have to give out your real one. And if someone gets too weird, just delete it.

When I was clean I'd never stick my cock into an obvious slutty cumdump. Especially if the slut is presenting her self covered in cum. @Faggotuser it's true and it's possible that just thinking of having sex with it could give you an std. The first time I stuck my cock in her mouth I was 10 shots and 12 beers drunk. I literally washed my cock immediately after.@gangbangsuperstar

i have a feeling that they can take huge dicks and they assholes are deeper

So I formerly had a Tumblr account but closed it after I found that people who followed me would post slamming videos and behind them were videos that contained material that was illegal. I later read that Tumbler had removed it's adult content so I didn't feel I was missing anything. So can I take it that newtumbl.com is a spin off that included xxx rated videos as well as parTying videos. I am really glad I joined this blog!

To force and breed a perfect boy, "without consequences" being an important element. I would want him to get excellent medical care and have his memory of my attack erased. I get the peak sexual experience. He gets to live on in blissful ignorance, until the next time we meet…

Chapter 7 I met Sally on Monday morning outside the health clinic. We walked in together. I was interested to see how she had got on with Ty. After registering we sat down in the waiting room. Sally winced and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. ‘Whats Up?’ I asked. ‘ My ass is so sore!’ she replied ‘How come?’ I enquired. ’Ty’s monster cock, that’s how come! ! He’s practically destroyed my ass! ‘ ’Tell me more? ‘ I whispered. ‘ I don’t know how u guys take it in the ass all the time’ Sally continued. ‘ I was getting it on with Ty on Saturday after we left, he didn’t have any condoms, and I think he has a secret pregnancy fetish’ ‘How come?’ I asked again . ‘ Well, he kept saying he wanted to breed me and make me pregnant with his babies! I’m not on the pill so I didnt want to risk him cumming in my pussy so I let him fuck me in my ass. I’ve never had anything that big in me, it stretched me to my limit. He was so hot though that I wanted it again the next morning and he absolutely hammered my ass’. It’s strange though, the more he fucked my ass and stretched it the more I wanted. Must have been cos he made me feel so dirty, taking it in the ass. His cum was practically dripping out of me afterwards!’ ‘Maybe you should get on PreP if you’re going to become a regular ass Queen!’ I said with a wink. ‘Are you seeing him again? ‘ ‘Maybe. I’ll let you know!’Sally replied. My name was then called out to go in. The rather sexy looking male nurse told me to sit. ‘ Ok just confirming things Neil. You confirm that you have sex with other men ‘ ‘Yes’ ‘ ‘OK, you have tested negative so you are eligible. However if you have had unprotected sex in the last month with someone who is positive for hiv then you could still test positive later. This won’t protect you from that. Also it won’t be fully effective for 7 days, so ry to limit your exposure for a week ‘ he said with a bit of a smile ‘ if you can! And if you can’t, be lucky!’ He added. ‘ I will see you in 4 weeks for a review’ I wondered was he flirting with me as I walked out. I caught up with Sally, made more small talk, we hugged and then went our separate ways. I had the rest of the day off. I went home and read the prescription, took a pill. At least I would make an effort , I thought. I would try and be sensible even if I couldn’t do anything about what had happened already. The thought of Ty breeding Sally also got me quietly horny. I decided to go upstairs and put on some porn. I was in the mood and watching some bareback action when my doorbell rang. ‘Fuck!’ I thought. Probably a delivery for a neighbour. I looked outside, but instead of a van as expected, I saw Luke’s car. I threw on a robe and went down. I opened the door. ‘Hi’ Luke chimed as he walked in straight past me. ‘Have I interrupted anything?’ ‘er no’ I responded. He looked at me with a semi erection poking through the robe. ‘Doesn’t look like it ‘ he grinned. ‘Visitors, or porn?’ He asked. ‘Er porn ‘ I mumbled. He then proceeded to tell me about Ty and Sally . ‘She was gagging for it Ty says. Apparently he came in her three times, so he could have bred you both in the same night!’ ‘Let’s see what you’re watching’ Luke walked upstairs, and I followed. ‘Bareback. The only way.’ he said ‘Good choice. Take your robe off.’ It was more of an order than a request. My cock stiffened. He started to strip. For the first time I saw him fully naked. I knelt and started to suck his cock. As I was sucking he said ‘wait. This doesn’t look good!’ . I looked up. Luke was pointing at my pills. ‘Not good at all’ ‘You’re not doing this properly. You are a natural bareback bottom, you love cum. Don’t deny it. You need to be bred. Don’t you? ‘ ‘Yes’ I whispered. ‘Wait there’ and with that he disappeared into the bathroom. He returned moments later. ‘Do you want my cock now?’ He asked. ‘ yes’ I replied. ‘Well it only comes with one of these’ . He held up my pills in one hand and a toothbrush in the other. ‘ If you want my cock, then these pills go down the toilet. You can’t get any more. And just to make sure I will slide the toothbrush in you before I fuck you and cum in you. I know you secretly want it but are too scared to say so. Or you choose the pills and I leave. What’s it to be?’ Would my head win or my cock? Luke’s stiff cock was inches from my mouth, shiny with precum. Toxic precum. I was wanking my cock slowly. My head didn’t stand a chance. ‘Toothbrush’ I whispered. ‘Louder, so I can hear. Tell me what you want’ ‘Toothbrush! I want the toothbrush! ‘ I said, loudly. ‘ I want your cum, in me . Please, fuck me !’ Luke walked to the bathroom, I heard a flush after the ripping of plastic. He returned. ‘The choice of a natural bottom. Soon to be a poz bottom’ he said. ‘Lie back’ Luke spread my legs and rimmed my hole, working his tongue in whilst I played with my cock. Then he swiftly inserted the toothbrush and twisted it around. I felt no pain, I was feeling too horny. He pulled it out and showed me the pink bristles. ‘This is it. ‘ He leaned over and just slid his cock in me. He kissed me and whispered ‘ it’s now already too late. Embrace it, embrace your destiny. Shoot your last neg load for me’ I wanked my cock furiously as Luke fucked me, hard for what felt like ages. I just wanted it. In that moment in my mind I embraced that I was going to become poz, possibly there and then. I didn’t fight it. ‘I’m cumming ‘ he growled at me as his breathing became ragged ‘ here’s your poz gift ‘ and he rammed his cock deep in me as he came. That tipped me over the edge and I came almost immediately, shooting jets of cum over my chest, panting. Luke pulled out his cock and fed it to me. It was tinged pink. I sucked and knew now there was no going back. The thought got my cock stirring again. Luke licked my chest clean of my cum. ‘Mmm your last neg load. The next time I suck your cock we both know my poz babies will have converted you’ With that, he kissed me and dressed, leaving me feeling conflicted, but strangely secretly relieved. to be continued……..

"YMCA, it's fun to stay at the YMCA" was absolutely true. I remember there being 3 entire floors with men and the cruising never stopped because one could go to other male floors. I think the men's floors were 10, 11 and 12. The rooms were dirty and smelly and the beds were really bad, but I went back several times because it was a lot of fun meeting for sex with guys from all over the US and the world, as the songs says. The song came out after I had gone there for a couple of years.

Oh god it has to be rammed down my throat when it's spurting. Love to gag as I gulp the slimy sperm down.

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 remember a guy who came to use me anon once when I hotel hosted - he was really into it, and when he came in me he kept cumming and cumming for an unusually long time. But when he was done, and starting to put on his clothes, he said, “What am I doing here?” like he couldn’t believe he had just found himself in a random room in a sleazy hotel fucking a free-range whore, because he wasn’t that kind of guy. I had him sit down on the bed next to me, and we talked about it for a while, me letting him know that I was safe, and normal, and there was nothing wrong with tending to his natural needs, that’s why I was there in the first place, etc. (I find I end up acting as an ad hoc sex therapist on occasion.) I was just struck by how sharply he had experienced the sense of suddenly being a different person than the one who had just bred me.

I have several fantasies that I am unsure if I ever could/would want to have happen due to the inherent risks involved. First fantasy - be set up for a gangbang for a set amount of time where guys keep a running tally mark on my ass and jockstrap of every load deposited. I also want a separate chalkboard/whiteboard keeping tally of the number of loads of cum I have taken orally, number of loads of cum I have taken anally, the number of loads of piss I have swallowed, and the number of wads of spit I have taken. Second fantasy - to wake up one day and find myself in a prison and surrounded by all of the black prisoners. As the only means of surviving, I offer myself up to the prisoner that is informally in charge of his fellow black prisoners. In exchange for his protection, I have to service him and whoever he gives me to with my mouth and ass whenever he asks. Third fantasy - This one would not be all done at a single time, but done over a period of time with a period of recovery in between each occurrence. I’m restrained to a spanking bench and experience brutal spankings resulting in bruising and possibly some bleeding with a whip, a cane, a paddle, punishment strap, razor strop, loopy johnny, and carpet beater. Normally, I can’t handle (and not in a situation where I can allow scenes) going to this level of intensity in relation to spanking/flogging. Fourth fantasy - I'm at the mall or store on a Friday night. As I'm heading back to my car, I get "kidnapped" by an unknown guy. He is a hood over my face and ties my hands. He drives me someplace. When we stop, he takes me inside. We go slowly and pass through several doors. The last one I hear close behind us and a lock engaged. After a few moments, he takes the hood off and I can see that I'm inside a very well equipped dungeon. He tells me that for the next 9 days I will never see the outside of this room, that I can expect to experience all of the furniture I can see as well as a lot of the implements. His promise holds true and for 9 days after that Friday night I eat, sleep, and get used in that dungeon. After the 9 days, late on Sunday evening, he ties my hands and puts a hod on me and drives me back to the mall or store he kidnapped me from. Fifth fantasy - I accept an invitation from a gay trucker to go on a road trip with him. We no sooner get in the cab, and he orders me into sleeper compartment where he orders me to strip down until I'm left in a jockstrap. He informs me I'm his bitch for the trip and I can expect to service his every need on the trip. If he wants to fuck, I'll spread my legs and let him fuck me until he shoots his load inside me. If he is in the mood to have his cock sucked, my mouth is to be readily available. Anytime he needs to piss, I'm his urinal for the trip. If he needs to take out some aggrsssion, he has some spanking implements he'll apply to my backside. If he invites another trucker to use me, I better treat the trucker right and let him use my holes in any way he wants. He plans on my holes seeing lots of use by him as well as from many truckers at various truck stops during the trip. Sixth fantasy - I respond to an ad from a college hunk seeking an older bottom for a blow job and to fuck saying he has a few loads he wants to shoot. Little do I know this is an audition for an upcoming frat party. As I'm sucking his cock he reveals to me the real purpose for the hookup. His frat is playing host to another frat and they are wanting to provide a bottom that any of the frat brothers can use during the frat party. After some time, he shoots his first load in my mouth and I swallow. He insists on keeping his cock in my mouth as it gets soft. A couple minutes later, I feel his cock twitch and then taste his piss. Despite not having discussed if I was even into watersports, I start drinking good piss down so as to not make a mess. Once he realizes I'm not complaining or struggling with drinking his piss, he was like "this is prefect, you have great cock sucking skills and you are able to keep up with drinking my full bladder, if your ass is as good as your mouth, I think we found our party slut and urinal." He finishes pissing and I finish swallowing. He tells me to start sucking again to help him get hard again. Once he is hard, I get into doggy style and he fucks me good and hard. After a good pounding that last quite a while he buries his cock deep and cums. He tells me I've passed the audition and that he'll send me the details of the frat party and when he'll be picking me up. Fast forward a few weeks and he picks me up and take me to his frat's house. He leads me to a room where I'll be stationed the entire night. He hands me two items, a pink jockstrap with straps that say "cum whore" and a black blindfold with the word URINAL in yellow. He tells me to strip and he'll put my clothes in a safe place so they don't get ruined or messed up and to put those items on. He says the blindfold is needed because some of the guys aren't comfortable with the idea of me seeing them and that the jock strap advertises what I am. He tells me that every hour one of the guys will help me to the bathroom so I can relief myself of my piss since he knows I'll be drinking a lot of recycled beer piss. He did say of I squirt piss while being fucked to not worry about it, they have a protective cover on the bed. He says I should expect to be there until late morning the next day when he'll be sober and awake enough to drive me home. I lose count of how many cocks I suck, loads of piss I drink, and how many cocks fuck and unload in me. After every hit pulls out, I do feel a marker drawing a line on my ass and quickly realize they are keeping a tally mark of the number of loads they shoot inside me. Hours go by and the cocks using my holes and the loads of piss comes to an end. Someone comes in and drunkenly tells me it's over and to get some sleep. I do so, but occasionally get woken up by a cock entering my mouth or to a cock fucking my ass. By mid-morning, a number of guys have come by to relief themselves after waking up. Finally the frat guy I met comes and helps me to the bathroom where I can clean up and where my clothes are waiting for me. He tells me to keep the jockstrap but to leave the blindfold. He tells me he is going to send me a pic he took of my ass just a few minutes ago so I can see all the tally marks. After I freshen up and get dressed, he drives me home. He tells me I can expect future invitations to service him and his fellow frat brothers at future frat parties.

So not everyone will externality prolapse. I have been getting my ass destroyed my whole life and can take a fist and really big toys but I don’t prolapse. You can still see all the bright red meat in my hole it just doesn’t come out. It’s not a bad thing tbh.

Yes it was 100 my intention. I plan to be in diapers the rest of my life. My medical records have diagnosed me incontinent. I'm married and my spouce has known since day one

oh to be 19 again,wearing short cutoffs a tee shirt and a smile.stoned and cruising the booths late at night.getting fed poppers and being bred by strangers.the future becons and in every dream a man is there with a hard glistening penis,,,,

Chapter 2 The top regained his breath, quickly pulled up his pants and headed past me up the trail. He jovially called out, "Your turn. " It was only then I realized my shorts were around my ankles and my eight inch erection was firmly in hand. The totally naked bottom was now standing taste testing samples of cum from his ass. He smiled and beckoned me towards him. As I took in his masculine beauty I now knew the source of the earlier magnetic force that drew me to these woods. I found myself shuffling down the hill and stepping out of my shorts to keep from tripping. He was already bent over when I reached him and immediately took my rigid cock in his mouth. The wet warmth felt exquisite and an energy like the final fanfare of a fireworks display pulsed through my veins. I couldn't control myself and as quickly as I declared "I'm going to cum " he spun around and consumed my raw hard cock with his ass hole. I was blasting as soon as the head entered him and kept shooting volley after volley as I bottomed out and slammed full force against his ass cheeks. The explosion felt nuclear and I wouldn't have been surprised to see my load shooting back out of his ears. I collapsed on his back and gasped to get my breath. A little composure regained and he turned to clean my still hard cock with his mouth. At this moment I ⁹now noticed an audience of three men had joined us. Each stroking their exposed hard on. The grey haired guy from earlier stepped up and plunged in to fuck the handsome bottom. Every now and then he would scoop a little cum from the bottom's ass and offer me his finger to suck. I hesitated at first, but remembering my pact with myself thought 'what the fuck, why not?' My first resistant lick tasted great. Meanwhile the bottom began playing with my hole with moistened fingers. Now and then he would prod and eventually he penetrated my outer ring. As if following my part in a well orchestrated script I found myself spinning, bending and offering my ass. The bottom's mouth was on it in a split second, his tongue probing inside, and his short cropped beard pleasantly scratching my perineum. I knew I had died and gone directly to heaven. My hole was bereft when he pulled away but then I quickly noticed something hard pushing at my virgin hole. Without a thought I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. I was pushing back against the hard thing with as much force as I could muster. As the pain tore me apart the reality that I had just impaled my ass on the bare cock of a guy that had just been bred with a high viral load became crystal clear. At this exact moment I could hear the grey haired guys ragged breath and declaration, "Cummin in your ass man!" Instantly remembering from porn earlier how often this became a chain reaction I found the good sense to pull off the cock I was riding. I did not have enough good sense to keep from spinning around and taking his load deep in my mouth. If the earlier taste hadn't confirmed it I now knew I was instantly addicted to this warm sweet and salty creamy fluid. I was still cleaning his cock as another observer entered the bottom's ass. Scrambling to find my shorts I realized I had tossed my shirt at some point and was totally naked save my running shoes. I retrieved my shorts, hastily pulled them on and ran. I ran all the way home totally forgetting my locked up bike. Thankfully no one was home and I bolted directly to my room collapsing on my back on my bed. For the next seven full minutes I gasped for breath. Then I got up, locked my door, stripped and lay back on my bed. I jacked my boner as I replayed every detail of the afternoon's events. When I got to the raw cock up my ass I exploded in orgasm with the load spraying my chest, face and the wall over my head board. Once again I was gasping to regain composure. Eventually I could hear the family arriving. I reluctantly pulled on some clothes and went down to join the dinner meal. Everyone could tell I was totally distracted and no one objected when I excused myself the moment I finished my plate. I was back in my room, door locked, naked and lost in bareback porn for the next three hours. If a condom appeared I closed that video down and was searching for the next raw screen, usually featuring hairy muscled hunks. Then I came upon the video where the condom breaks and the negative bottom begs for the poz tops load. It is only about 1.5 minutes long, but I found myself mesmerized and watching it over and over for the next half hour. Remembering my bike I cut another baggy tshirt down, pulled it and shorts on and headed back to the woods.

This morning I woke up horny so I decided to look on Grindr! Not on 5 mins I get a message from a guy asking if I was wanting to play and that he was in a hotel and had a BBC that hasn’t been drained in 6 days! He said he was negative and we agreed he could use a condom which was ok I just wanted to be plowed! When I walked to his room I seen the door cracked so I walked in and he was naked but had a towel! He told me get naked and bend over in front of his chair! I didn’t get to see his Dick but the bulge in the towel made me nervous! As I bent over he leaned forward and began to eat my ass! Using his tongue to fuck I was losing my mind how good He was eating! After a while I got down and pulled the towel down! My ass dripping his spit I seen the biggest Dick I’ve ever seen! Shaved, cut and every bit of 10” but the best part was how thick it was! I will compare it to a water bottle in thickness! I grabbed it and could only get this head in my mouth but sucking it was a job! He would squeeze the base near his insane big balls and pull up filling my mouth with a ton of precum! He told me lay back and grabbed lube to get me ready! His Dick rock hard hung and just looked like a baseball bat! He slide a XXL magnum condom on but it looked like it would bust cause I didn’t know a man could grow that thick! After about 15 mins of stretching my ass to the limit we finally got it inside! He short stroked the head inside me and it was amazing! He finally said the condom was hurting and asked what I thought and I leaned up and ripped it off! Feeling his hard bare BBC slide in was freaking amazing! Skip forward to my ass being beat down He told me he nuts a ton and said he can’t pull out! He buried up to his balls and if I could explain His cum shoot it would be like a water hose full blast! He stroked deep and I could feel sloshing in my stomach! He stayed balls deep inside me for atleast 5 mins and stayed hard so it was awesome! He finally pulled out and put the hotel cup under and told me push it out! I felt like I couldn’t push because I didn’t think I had as ass any More because he was so thick! When he said i was done I got up and seen the glass cup almost overflowing with thick white cum! He handed me the cup and I turned up his cup of cum that he bred me with! Swallowing most I left the rest to pour in my mouth while I sucked his dick! He left two loads inside me! My ass is gaped and if I could be pregnant I would 100% be now! I can’t wait for him to come back because his Dick is amazing! Imagine Shane diesel except way thicker and insane loads!

9. Penetration "Please, Daddy. Fuck me," James moaned. He exhaled the rest of his hit; there was still enough to leave a dense cloud. "Fuck me." "You're sure, boy," Tim said. He kissed the boy again, but also reached back and grabbed James's ass. The boy gasped, but it wasn't long before he pressed back against Tim's hands. "Yeah," James moaned. The crystal was now washing over his brain. "It doesn't matter. I need you, Daddy. I need you cock." "Of course, boy. You were always going to get Daddy's dick. That was never in doubt. But first, give it a bit more love." Tim let go of James's ass. He only had to put one hand on the back of James's head before the young slut got the hint. James leaned in, and quickly swallowed the full length of his dick. "Fuck boy. You're a good cocksucker." He turned to Fabien and the camera. "All the way down. Just like that. That's a professional cocksucker for you." He let go of James's head, and grabbed the pipe again. He did a long hit, enjoying how this was about nothing other than pleasure: getting his dick sucked, as he sucked down from the glass pipe. As his lungs filled, he moaned in pleasure. He passed the smoking pipe to Fabien, who savored the thick clouds. "Fuck," Fabien said. "I'm wasted now." "Right on," Tim said. "You had the pleasure?" he asked, motioning to James, who was right then choking on Tim's cock. Tim put his hands on the back of James's head, holding him in place. "Just relax," he said. "Just learn how to breathe from my cock. It has everything you need." He turned back to Fabien. "You?" "Yeah. Just a bit. He can take a lot." "Crazy, I know. He's barely been doing this, right? Thought you were a straight man, didn't you?" James nodded, his throat still filled with Tim's thick shaft. He remembered how intense it had been the night before, when Tim thrust deep into his throat. But it had been exciting. His cock had been hard the entire time. But it hadn't been the same when Conrad had fucked his throat. Conrad had forced his way into James's throat, and did not care about collateral damage. James's throat was still sore from Conrad and his friends. Still, James knew it that Tim's pleasure was important. "That's it boy. Just relax and enjoy it." Tim turned back to Fabien. "You said he had a lot of cum in him?" "Yeah. Took like six swabs to wipe him up." Fabien said. Tim suddenly got interested. "Swabs? You did a rape kit on him?" "Yeah. But Dr. T said to bin it." James went back down on Tim's cock. He knew they were talking about him, but with the drugs and struggling not to gag, it was hard to pay attention. Whatever they were discussing about him, it made Tim's dick drip pre-cum. James lapped it all up. "He's definitely sexually active," Tim said. "Getting dick from everywhere." "No kidding. I don't even think he knows how many guys have been inside him." "No sense in that. Never get the right match." He turned back to James, and rubbed his hand through the man's hair. "All the way down boy. You know how Daddy likes it." Tim gave James a push, helping him get the last bit into his throat. Tim was rewarded by the sudden gagging of the boy. "Fuck YEAH boy!" Tim grunted, loving the deep-throat massage he was getting. But he also knew James's limits. It wasn't yet time to push them. That would come soon enough. "Breathe boy," Tim said, releasing his hold on James's head. "We're just getting started." Tim grabbed a pillow, and leaned back as James continued to worship his dick. "He's loving that," Fabien said. The black man was still filming; Tim knew this was going to be a great scene. "Me too," Tim said. He continued to moan and grunt as James worked over his cock. On the screen, the timer slowly counted up: first a minute of cocksucking, then five minutes, and ten. It was nearly fifteen minutes of interrupted cocksucking before Tim finally gave the boy a break. "I think something to drink, boy," he said. He went to the door, and pulled a hip flask from the pocket of his jacket. From another he got a glass eyedropper. "Come here, boy," Tim said. James started to get up. "No," Tim said. "You can crawl on your knees." James barely protested, as he crawled over to Tim's side in the kitchenette. There were only four mis-matched glasses. "How much G you want," he asked Fabien. "Fuck yeah," Fabien said. "Let's go 1.2" "Right on. I'm giving the boy the same." "And you?" "1.5," Tim said. He quickly measured out all three doses. Luckily there was some juice in the fridge. "Join us," he said to Fabien. He stepped across the room, as Tim gave the glass to James. "Drink up," he told James. James downed the glass quickly, smiling at Fabien and the camera. "What was that?" "He doesn't even know what he took?" Fabien asked. "It's ok," Tim said. "He's just high." Tim handed Fabien the glass of G, and took the phone from him. "Cheers," he said, as the two men clinked glasses and downed the GHB. Tim turned to James. "Suck on Fabien's cock," he told the young man. The boy turned to Fabien, opened his mouth, and swallowed the fat black head. "All the way down, boy," Tim said. "Make him feel like a man." James forced himself to swallow more of the shaft. He choked briefly when Fabien's dickhead pressed against the back of his throat. He was going to ask for a break, but then Tim spoke. He had knelt down to get a better angle, and he was unexpectedly close. "All the way down. Make Daddy proud of you, boy." James gulped, and with an intense pop of pain, Fabien's dickhead pressed into his throat. Each small movement was painful as the black man's fat cock stretched out his throat. "Arrrrrrrrr," he managed to grunt, as he struggled to take all of the dick. It had been like that when Conrad had throat-fucked him; his throat was rebelling against the thick dick. "It's going to be ok, boy," Tim reassured the boy. "It's going to feel great any moment now." "It already feels amazing," Fabien moaned, thrusting another inch of dick into James's throat. "You see," Tim said. "It's feeling good already. You can feel how hard you've gotten Fabien." James's eyes were wide and panicked. He could only think of Conrad. Conrad had made him gag on his cock. James's discomfort had only made him harder. "I get off when you choke on my dick," Conrad had whispered to James. He lived around the corner. It would only be a matter of time before James saw him again. He didn't want to see Conrad ever again. He didn't want to be reminded of the night. "And you choke so well," Conrad had continued and someone's hand had wrapped around his throat, ensuring he couldn't breathe. "Come back here, boy," Tim said, pushing James's head down on Fabien's cock. "Stay with me. It's all good." It was a good reminder that he wasn't with Conrad any more. He could say no, and it wouldn't be a problem. These men would stop and give him a chance to recover. "Fuck, this is amazing," Fabien said. "Glad I came home with you. I'm gonna come over a lot." "That's what this throat is here for," Tim said. "Here to help you get off." "I don't want to cum yet," Fabien said. "I want to enjoy this." "Do it," Tim said. He gave James one last push, and the last inch of Fabien's dick disappeared into the young man's mouth. James's eyes were red and wet, from the drugs, from the crying, and from the face-fucking. Tim kept on filming, recording every moment of the blow job. James was struggling to deal with the fat black cock, and it only made the movie that much hotter. Tim let the recording continue, as Fabien showed no sign of softening. Finally, after almost fifteen minutes of aggressive throat-fucking, Tim motioned for Fabien to pause. "Let's smoke a bit," he said. He turned his attention to James. "Doesn't that sound good? Smoke the glass pipe, instead of Fabien's skin pipe." "Sure," James said. He was just glad to be able to close his mouth and breathe again. He was feeling warm and comfortable. The two men were hot, and even Dr. Tiago had told him to have sex. This wasn't going to be like the night before. It was going to be sane and consensual, and the drugs just made it that much better. "It's going to be good, right?" "Of course," Tim said. He had stood back up, and was filming James from above. "Give it a kiss for me," he said. James leaned in and licked the tip of first Fabien's cock, and then Tim's. Both of them had a small bead of pre-cum at the tip, which James eagerly licked up. "He can't get enough dick, can he?" Fabien muttered, as James started to suck the black man's cock once more. "Can any cocksucker?" Tim said. He filmed for another minute before interrupting James's worship. "There's plenty more for you," he said. He gave James his hand, and pulled him up. "Let's get in bed." James winced a bit as he stood up. His knees were sore, and a bit raw from the rough carpet on which he had been kneeling. It took him a moment to find his balance, and he needed Tim's help. "Yeah, boy," Tim had said. "You're good and tweaked now. We're going to have fun." Conrad had said almost that. But he had said that he was going to have fun. Tim had included him. It wasn't scary when it was both of them. Nor would Tim let Fabien go to far. It was going to be just fine, and another hit or two from the pipe would make it even better. "Come on. Let's go," Tim said. "You're really high." James had thought Tim had just spoken. But maybe it had been a few minutes ago, although he couldn't remember what he had done. James followed Tim and Fabien back to the bed. The trip seemed to take hours, but yet, in the next moment, he was sitting on the bed. The pipe was already in his mouth, and Tim held the torch under the bowl. "Big hit for me, boy. Daddy wants you to tweaked out." James inhaled from the pipe. He could barely remember his own name, much less how much crystal he had smoked. It didn't matter. Everything felt so good while he was inhaling. There were things that were bad and wrong, but they were distant. He was surrounded by hot, hung men who only wanted to fuck him. "Keep on going," Tim encouraged him. "It can't hurt, can it?" James tried his best, but finally his lungs were full. Tim nodded at Fabien, who took the still-smoking pipe from the young man. "Hold it," Tim said. Fabien took a long draw, then passed the pipe to Tim. Not until after Tim had savored his hit did he let James exhale. As soon as James's lungs were empty, Tim pulled the boy to him, and forced James to take the blow-back. "Fuck, that's hot," Fabien muttered, taking another hit from the still-smoking pipe. He was also still filming the entire scene, capturing the two men making out, not to mention the thick crystal cloud leaking from their lungs. "So hot," he continued. Finally, Tim broke off the kiss, and let James exhale the last of the cloud. "One more for you boy, I think," he said, "Umm, Maybe..." James started, but Tim just put the pipe back into his mouth. The boy might have tried to protest, but as soon as the torch released the cloud from the crystal, James started to puff. He took his time, and filled his lungs. The three men repeated the process, each of them getting a fresh hit from the pipe, and James getting a shotgun from Tim. "Let's do one more," Fabien said, as Tim and James exhaled their hit. "I want to see how far we can go." Tim took the phone from Fabien, and trained the lens on the black man. "You first. Make it one to remember." Fabien sucked down on the pipe, filling his lungs. He paused, and held it. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, and played with his stiff cock. Tim watched the clock tick upwards on the phone, as Fabien held the hit for almost a minute. Fabien's cock was dripping pre-cum. Fabien started to exhale, but Tim stopped him. "Give it to James," Tim said. Fabien leaned into the young man, feeling James's beard brush against his skin. He pressed his lips, and exhaled. James sucked the hit down, and held it while he made out with Fabien. "Hold it boy. Daddy wants to see you tweaked." James knew he had done too much crystal. But he wanted to make Tim proud of him. He couldn't bear the thought of Tim being disappointed, and it was so much easier to hold Fabien's cloud. Finally, Tim nodded. "Fucking hot boy," he said, as James exhaled the cloud right at Tim and the phone's lens. "Let's get you hitting the pipe." Fabien handed the smoking pipe to James. Fabien held the torch as James inhaled and Tim provided encouragement. "More, boy, more" he said. "Make Daddy proud of you." It was hard for James to ignore Tim's command. He did his best, sucking down a huge cloud. By the end, his lungs were practically bursting, and he was relieved when Tim finally nodded. "That's good boy. Now hold it." Tim nodded to Fabien, who took the pipe, and promptly started another hit. Tim watched James through the camera screen. The sun was starting to go down, and the young man was bathed in golden light. If it were not for the meth-crazed expression on his face, the boy would have been almost angelic. Tim got a close up of the boy's dilated eyes. "Now, boy," he said. The boy exhaled a thick cloud. "That's what I wanted to see." "Your turn," Fabien said, and immediately leaned in to shot gun James. He took the black man's hit without thinking. Fabien swapped the pipe for the camera. "Get high," Fabien said as Tim inhaled from the bowl. Tim did his biggest hit yet, then put the pipe down by the bed. He leaned against a pillow, and spread his legs. He pointed at his erect dick, and within a few seconds, James's mouth was wrapped around Tim's shaft. "Mmmmmmmm," he moaned, careful not to loose too much of the cloud. Tim reached down and grabbed James. He pulled him up, and they pressed lips together. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fabien. He had ended up next to Tim, and had the phone trained on the two men. "Keep it up," Tim murmured, before forcing his hit into James's exhausted lungs. The cloud overflowed the young man's body, but it didn't matter. James had done far too much already. "Mmmmmm," James moaned, as Tim grabbed his body and pulled him in close. Tim's erect cock immediately found James's crack, and nestled right against his hole. He tried to speak, but his mouth was still full of Tim's tongue. It felt good to be making out. James loved being wrapped in Tim's thick arms. He felt safe and happy. He could open up around him. He didn't even mind Fabien recording them. It was all so fun and enjoyable. James tried to breathe, but one of Tim's hands was already on the back of his head, holding it in place. "Nuh-uh," Tim said, still keeping his control over the boy's breaths. James started to get scared. He could feel his lungs burning, needing fresh air and not the thick tina. He tried to force his way to a breath, but once more, Tim anticipated his moves, and blocked them. "Hold it," Fabien muttered. James closed his eyes. It was easier to think without seeing anything, but even then, it was hard to concentrate. He knew he was supposed to be scared, but then he thought about the warm dickhead pressed against his ass. He was simultaneously struggling to get away from Tim's choking hold, and press himself up against Tim's thobbing dick. "Fuck, that's hot," Fabien continued. He was filming one-handed; the other hand was busy stroking his cock. "That's a good boy," Tim said, finally letting the boy breathe. "Fucking hot tweaker slut boy," Tim said, rubbing his dick against James's asshole. He rolled the boy over onto his back, and knelt down between the boy's legs. Like magic, he produced a small tub of lube, and rubbed a bit on James's ass. The thick cream melted into James's tender hole. James hadn't realized how dry and empty he had felt. Tiago had cleaned out every drop of semen from his hole, and the lubricant was a welcome replacement. Tim worked a finger into his ass, pushing the lubricant deeper into the boy. "Mmmmmm," James moaned in pleasure. He hadn't realized how empty he had been until Tim pushed his finger in. The thick lubricant soothed his sore hole. As Tim worked more lube into his hole, James held his hole grow wet, hot, and hungry. He needed a cock inside him, and it was hard to control his desire. "Please. Fuck me Daddy," he moaned. "I know, boy. I know how hungry you are. How much you need." He pushed another wad of lubricant into James's hole. "You're going to get more than you ever wanted." The white cream felt hot, almost burning James's hole. But far from hurting, it only exacerbated James's hunger. He needed dick. "Give it to him," Fabien muttered. His dick was hard, and he wanted to see Tim open up the boy. He wanted to see his own dick disappear into otter-boy, but knew that it would be better for Tim to prepare James. "I want to see you fuck him," he continued, getting a close-up of two of Tim's fingers disappearing into the boy's hairy hole. "That's good," Tim said. "You're wet now. Just right." He pulled his fingers out, and rubbed a bit of the lube onto his dick, working a dab into his piss slit. "Mmmmm," he said, enjoying the gentle burn of the crystal. "We're fucked up now." "Time to fuck him over," Fabien said. "Best thing to do with a tweaker boy," Tim said. He lined his cock up with James's hole. "You ready?" he asked James. "Please, Daddy," James replied. Tim responded by grabbed Jame's legs, spreading them further apart and exposing even more of James's hole. "Please fuck me." "As you wish, boy," Tim said, and pushed his dick into James's hole. James had thought he was ready for Tim's dick. But the pain was immediate and intense. Tim's cock was sharp steel, hard diamond, and burning fire. "Fuuuck," James yelped, and tried to push Tim away. It had been Conrad. He had forced himself into James. It had hurt and he had just fucked him all the same. "Please, Daddy." "Of course boy," Tim said. He held still, and James had a brief moment of clarity. "But," he continued. He pushed another inch into the boy, and James's head exploded in sharp, fierce pain. "My boy's hole feels so good." James could barely breathe. All he could think of was Conrad. Conrad had put raped him. He had fucked him when he had begged him to stop. All James could imagine was that it would always be like that. It was always going to hurt. Nor was it up to him. He was only here to please men, no matter that it was driving him insane. "Please Daddy," James whimpered. He was starting to cry again, even has his heart was racing in a full-blown panic attack. "I can't do this right now. It hurts. And I don't want to remember. Please. Just a break." "Last night. When you were raped," Tim said. He smiled when he said the word, and James heart beat even faster. "When you were taking all those stranger dicks." James nodded. He didn't even know how many men had penetrated him. "You didn't tell them no, did you?" James shook his head no. He had been tied down and gagged, and had been helpless to stop the attack. "And now you're being a prissy bitch about taking Daddy's dick," Tim said. "I...I...I was tied up. I didn't have a choice." "Just because you're not tied up doesn't mean you have a choice," Tim said. He spat a thick glob of saliva all over James's face.

I was ill recently and had to wear diapers "just in case". In bed yesterday morning and wanted a piss so decided to let go which was actually very difficult (mind over matter). It was an incredible feeling - warm and wet. Getting hard here just thinking of it and must do it again soon. I can certainly see the appeal but never could before I tried it. Just goes to show that you should never judge anything until you've tried it.

Part 6 A year and a half had already gone by since Cory was turned into my personal whore. And I was getting tired of him. It no longer thrilled me to fuck him, since his asshole barely closed shut anymore. But he still brought in money from his tricks and videos. He was still in demand from the really hardcore men. Men who got off on inflicting real pain. Once I sold him to a sadistic doctor who wanted to castrate him. I finally agreed to letting him take one ball, I wanted my whore to still have at least one left for others to torture. And I demanded to be present, as I not only wanted to witness in person my sons torment, but also to make sure I got it filmed. There would be good money in a video like that. When the time came, Cory was put through the usual things. Whipping, beating, having huge dildos shoved up his hole. Finally, Cory was tied down, high as fuck. The doctor didn't gag him, as he enjoyed the screams. And as I watched, the doctor took a small vise, and put Cory's left testicle in between it. Then he started screwing it down. At first, Cory wasn't very vocal, until he realized what was about to happen. "Oh God," he panted, as the vice was screwed tighter. "Please stop! Don't do this!" He begged. The doctor just laughed, not saying a word. Cory's begging became louder as the vise visibley was squashing his nut. Soon he was just screaming as the doctor twisted more and more. Sweat was pouring off of Cory as his whole body trembled. My cock was rock hard. Finally, with several mighty turns of the screws, Cory let out one final blood curdling scream and passed out as his nut was flattened. The doctor whipped out his cock, and shot a huge load on the passed out boys face. Then he went quickly to work, cutting and sutering, disposing of the mangeled ball. "Pitty you won't let me do both, "said the doc, "but that was well worth it. He'll be fine." He put some smelling salts under Cory's nose to revive him, then I carried my exahusted boy to the car and home. Once there, I wasted no time stripping him and getting my throbbing cock into his gaping cunt. Cory just moaned as I fucked him. I quickly shot my nut, but stayed hard. I continued to fuck him as I watched the video of his ordeal. It was so hot, I almost wished I had let the doctor take both nuts. But that could be for the future, when Cory was totally used up. I figured I had at least one more year with the whore. And maybe I wouldn't sell him. Maybe I'd finish him off myself. I shot another big load into my son as I thought of the twisted, fucked up possibilities. But I decided this was the last night I'd fuck the useless cumdump. But I kept myself entertained. It's easy to find sluts who would do almost anything to get high. I'd lure them to my trailer, get them spun and rape their asses. It kept me entertained for the moment. But I needed a bigger challenge. I was fucking one of these boys, a cute blond street kid who actually claimed to be a virgin. He probably was, the way his ass bled around my cock. As just as I was filling him with a load of toxic cum (yeah, I had converted) someone was pounding on my door. I pulled my cock out of the kid, and told him to stay there. I gave him a pipe to smoke while I went to see who was there. Peeping through the window, I saw it was my ex-wife. "What the fuck does she want?" I wondered as I opened the door, naked, my cock slimy and red. She barely noticed as she barged in. "Look," she started, "I know you don't have to do shit for me, but I'm desperate. I need some shit, and I need it now. If I don't take some back to Snake, he'll beat the shit out me!" I looked her over thinking he already had. She looked like shit, but then she was a bikers whore. Probably had been passed around as much as Cory. "What the fuck do I care? What's in it for me?" I wanted to know. "Money. I've got enough to make it worth your while." I thought for a minute, then decided what the fuck, can always use more money. And she did send our son back to me, I've made a lot off of him. "All right, let me make a call." I called Andre and it was good to go. I locked a collar around the boy in my bedroom so he couldn't leave. I wasn't done with him. I got dressed and my ex and I were going down the road. "Where's that worthless son of ours anyway?" She asked. "Oh, he's not quite so worthless." I laughed. "In fact, he been making some good money for me." "Oh yeah? Doin what" "You'll see." I cackeled. Cory was spending the weekend at Andre's, doin what he did best. Taking cock. I couldn't wait to see her expression when she saw him. Soon we were at the door, knocking. Jamal opened it up a gestured us in. There was Cory, blindfolded, riding a big piece of Mexican dick. He was facing toward us, moaning like a bitch in heat. His mammas jaw dropped when she realized it was her son. He still had his long, black hair, but the rest of him had changed. Since his 18th birthday, he's been pierced and tattood. Faggot was across his chest in big letters, cumdump across his belly, and various others, including on his back. His nipples, and his cock were pierced. His cock very heavily. "Yup, he's a whore just like his mamma." I said. "You are a sick fuck." She said, shaking her head. But she didn't object, probably cause she didn't care. She got her shit that she came for and we sat down on the couch, loading up a pipe. I walked over to Cory, and held it up to his lips so he could take a big hit. Then I took off his blindfold. He was so high, he could barely see straight. He didn't even realize his mamma was on the couch watching him. I pushed him forward so he was on his hands and knees like a dog, and the Mexican stared to plow drive into my sons ass. Cory moaned louder. "Tell daddy what he likes to hear bitch!" I ordered. "Yes daddy," he croaked. "I'm a whore daddy. I'm just a worthless cumdump. I need cock in me all the time. Big, nasty, dirty cock. Fucking me. Using me. I'm a fucking piece of white trash shit for men to abuse." "See? He likes it.' I said. "Holy shit." Said my ex. "You've really fucked him up!" Cory recognized his mother's voice, and noticed her for the first time. "Mamma?" He asked through eyes so glazed over he could barely see. "I'm a whore mamma. I'm a dirty whore." He panted as the mexican unloaded into his guts. His mamma didn't say a word. We just walked out of the apartment as another man slid his cock into the willing boy. Once I got back home, and the ex left, I went back to the boy in the room. I didn't even know his name, like I gave a fuck. He was just some homeless street trash who jumped at the opportunity for a free high. And he was cute. Blond hair, brown eyes, skinny and boyish, just as I liked, and he said he was 18. I decided I was going to keep this one. It was about time I added another whore. Not like he had anywhere else to go. He layed on the bed, his collar still chained, playing with his tiny tina dick. The pipe sat next to him, empty of course. I pulled a point out of my dresser drawer, and his eyes lit up. "Do you want this boy?" I asked. "Yeah." He said, barely able to contain his excitement. "Ok, but you'll have to do whatever I want." "Ok," he replied. He probably thought I had already raped him, what could be worse? He would soon find out. He trembled with excitement as I pushed the needle into his arm, administering a large dose. As he coughed I released his collar. Then the fun began. I backhanded him across the face and sent him sprawling on the floor. He shrieked in fear, and I gave him a hard kick right in the nuts. As he howled in pain in the fetal position, I grabbed my belt and layed into him with all my might. No matter where he moved, there was always something exposed for me to hit. And boy did I. After 20 minutes, he was a sobbing welt covered mess. I grabbed him and threw him face down on the bed. I kicked his legs apart with my knees, exposing his once, virgin hole, and plunged my cock in hard. I fucked him with a fury as he sobbed beneath me, his crying only serving to turn me on more. "You stupid cunt!" I spat. "You WILL do everything I say, or I'll fucking kill you. You're going to be my new whore. I'll use you however I want. You'll be sold to men for their pleasure. And believe me, they have many desires! And don't think I won't. I turned my own son into a drugged addicted, insatiable cock whore, and I'll do the same to you! You fucking trash!" I pounded the kid as hard as I could before I shot a second load deep in his pussy. I pulled out and caught my breath as the boy layed motionless on the bed. At least he stopped crying. I threw him his clothes and told him to get dressed. I loaded a pipe and smoked some while the boy quickly dressed, no doubt in fear of me. I told him to sit, and smoked up more with him. Then I put his collar back on and started to lead him out. "My shoes.." he started to say. I just slapped him hard across the face. "Slaves don't need no fucking shoes. Now shut up!" I said, dragging him to the car. I wished I could take him to the bathhouse, but he had no I.D. and my buddy wasn't working the door tonight. So I took him to the next best place, the park. Once we got there, I gave him one more slam, then headed into the bushes.

Part 25 - Ben's Week Monday morning came around like any other Monday, Adam picked Ethan up and they headed off to college. Angelo went off to his office to conclude some important meetings which could potentially lead to a massive upscale the software usage by 2 companies that Raffa had put in a good word and got them in touch with Angelo. On top of that Ethan's parents were coming to dinner on Wednesday as Angelo wanted to use his father to finalise the contract negotiations. Ethan and Adam sat in the cafeteria having coffee when they saw Ben walk in, Ethan watched as he seemed pretty much like the Ben he knew for years heading in his direction. He joined them at the table just as Franco walked in and wandered over. "Franco how are you, you were pretty drunk on Saturday?" Adam asked as Franco sat down. Franco shook his head "Bad day yesterday but okay today" he turned to Ben "What happened with you and Mark?" Ben grinned back Franco "Nothing really, we have agreed to go on a date" he replied and Franco smiled. "Actually they slept together Saturday night" Ethan offered knowing that was what Franco was aiming for. Franco laughed "Good job Ben" he said holding his fist for out for a fist bump from Ben who obliged. "We didn't get up to anything though" Ben said sitting back in his chai as they others began chuckling. The bell sounded signalling the start of lessons in 5 minutes, they all clambered out and headed off in their respective directions. Monday lunchtime saw Franco and Ben meeting in the grounds as they both came from the same lecture building, Franco had to run to catch Ben up as they walked together towards the cafeteria. They were halfway across from the building when Ben swore he heard his name being shouted so he looked around but couldn't see anyone familiar who would be calling him. Franco looked at him "I heard it as well, but maybe it was another Ben". "Probably" Ben replied as they carried on, then unmistakably he heard his name called again. Franco looked to the right "Ben someone is waving coming towards you" he nodded. Ben turned and saw his face "Oh fuck I don't believe it". Franco snickered "What?". "He was working in the store yesterday, when Ethan and I went to get Milk" Ben said looking worried. Franco patted his shoulder "Don't worry I will look after you" he said nodding. "I thought you were ignoring me Ben" Joshua said catching up. Ben grimaced "Sorry Joshua I didn't know you were at this college". Joshua laughed "Yeah but I knew you came here, seen you around. I had no idea you were gay". "Oh" Ben looked flustered. "So I kind of was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?" Joshua asked looking at Ben. Ben look at him cautiously "As in friends?". Joshua smiled "Yes if you like, to start with". Ben shook his head "Sorry, but I am errm kind of seeing someone" feeling strange as he said the words. It was evident Joshua was not happy "Oh, well think before you flirt with someone in the future". Joshua turned and walked off muttering under breath and Ben caught the words 'fucking wind up', he knew Joshua was not impressed but he also feared that he may talk about it and word would spread and get back to his family. They finally got to the cafeteria and met up with Ethan and Adam, he told Ethan about Joshua who was somewhat surprised to the point of being gobsmacked. Ethan could sense Ben's worry and tried reassure him. Franco left for another lecture whilst the boys remained since they had a free period before they resumed, it was during the extended break that Ethan spotted Joshua coming in and sitting down on his own head firmly in his phone. Ethan watched him for a good few minutes and he seemed to be quite alone sat there in his own world. Ethan told Ben and Adam to wait there as he was going to see if Joshua would join them, he stood up and walked to the other side of the cafeteria where Joshua sat, he looked up seeing Ethan standing there. "Come to gloat and wind me up even more?" Joshua said then returned to his phone. Ethan sat down "Joshua sorry about yesterday it wasn't meant to lead you on". Joshua looked at Ethan "Okay" he returned to his phone. "We didn't even know that you were. Joshua do you want to come and sit with us?" Ethan said in a genuine manner. "Josh" Joshua replied "my name is Josh" he looked up at Ethan. Ethan smiled "Well Josh, why don't you come and sit with us" Ethan pointed over to where Ben was sat. Joshua looked "You know Adam" nodding over to where he sat. "Do you know him Josh?" Ethan asked nodding his head. Joshua shook his head "No, know of him but never had the nerve to speak to him or anyone else here". Ethan stood up "Come on Josh us boys need to stick together". Josh smiled and thanked Ethan and joined them at the table. The four of them spent the period talking and getting to know Josh and he them, as they parted Adam told him that they always meet here in the morning and at lunchtimes and he is always welcome as a friend if he wanted to sit with them. He thanked them for being friendly and disappeared off to his lecture. Ben looked at Ethan and Adam "You think he is lonely, maybe a bit scared like I was?". "Definitely" Adam replied "hopefully he won't say anything about yesterday" feeling a stirring in his briefs thinking about Josh. Wednesday came around pretty quick for Ben and he spent most the day as a nervous wreck thinking that Mark may not turn up, has he had second thoughts, did he like him... anything and everything was flashing in his head as he finally got changed to meet him. He left his house at a quarter to six so he could walk casually and slowly to steady his own nerves. He turned the corner on to the main street and his eyes instantly drawn to the parked car, leaning against the car head buried in his phone was Mark. Ben felt a sense of elation seeing him there early waiting his steps never faltering as he got closer. It was the short walk when Ben realised how much he was looking forward to seeing Mark, the memory of them laying in bed together naked, the closeness of their bodies. A warmth unlike which he had never felt before spread through his body, the short sleeved shirt Mark wore accentuated the muscle in his arms, when Mark turned to look down the street Ben was completely captivated by his handsomeness. Seeing Ben he put the phone in his pocket and smiled still casually leaning back against the car watching him draw closer, the innocence on his face and cuteness was overwhelming for Mark. Never did he think he would find the right type of guy and one that was clearly so in to him as well, such was his excitement for Ben he had to stop himself from rushing down to kiss him. "Hello Ben" Mark smiled at Ben as he came to a stop. Ben smiled leaning against the car next to Mark "Hello Mark, you haven't lost interest then". Mark slid his hand into Ben's "No, I know what I want, any regrets from the weekend then?". Ben squeezed Mark's hand "Absolutely not" he replied starring down at the road. Mark glanced sideways at Ben "God I want to kiss you badly". Ben chuckled and looked at him "Yeah me to, I do have a confession though I am wearing your underwear". Mark laughed and lifted the band of his underwear up "And I am wearing yours". Ben chuckled again "I hope you washed them" he said looking at Mark who just winked. Mark nodded for Ben to get in to the car "Where would you like to go?". Ben sat in the passenger seat waiting for Mark to settle "Don't know where would you suggest? "Are you hungry?" Mark asked starting the car. Ben nodded "Yes, been saving myself" he said without realising the connotation. Mark laughed "I bet you have". Ben smiled leaning his head back "I guess we could go to Mel's Diner in town". Mark nodded and asked Ben to guide him where it was. They walked in to the diner side by side but not holding hands as they didn't want to attract any attention, after all they were two guys out for dinner. For a Wednesday evening the diner was pretty quiet, taking a seat in a private booth sitting opposite to each other Ben looked at Mark as he settled in. He was nervous but at the same time excited being with Mark, unlike Angelo who struck a very different chord Mark was more just an ordinary guy who could fit in anywhere but he happened to be very good looking, he exuded calmness and likeability by the dozen and a few heads turned to look at him as they made their way to the booth. "What's good here Ben" Mark asked browsing through the menu. Ben didn't even think before he spoke "You" then went bright red thinking how much of a slut he must sound. Mark chuckled "Careful I am hungry" he replied without looking at Ben. Ben smiled "How hungry are you Mark?" he said feeling somewhat braver. Mark looked up "Silly question Ben, I thought my hunger for you transparent" winking as he said so. Ben looked down at his menu smiling "Good" he replied "Burgers are very good here". "Burger it is then" Mark closed his menu to focus on Ben. There they sat enjoying each other's company, dining and laughing for several hours until Ben broke the evening up as he had to go home before curfew on a college night. Mark resided himself to this although it did feel strange dating someone who was still in college and on the other hand he also knew that obeying parents was part of the package with Ben. Those few hours of privacy brought many things out that they both had in common which made the conversation flow seamlessly and bringing them closer together. "Thank you for dinner I really enjoyed myself" he said standing up. "Me to Ben" Mark stood and walked out with Ben to the car. Ben looked at Mark as they pulled away from the diner "So are we going on a date Saturday?" he asked. Mark glanced at Ben "Yes of course we are, why?" he replied with a concerned look on his face. "No reason, what are we going... I mean what sort of date?" Ben asked a little tongue tied. Mark smiled and patted his leg "Though we would go in to the city if that's okay with you?". Ben nodded "Yeah, I would like that, don't get to go in to NY very much". "Great, we will go around lunchtime and spend the day there and catch a movie" he said seeing a happy looking Ben. Ben looked down the dark street "Well I ought to get going" he turned and kissed Mark on the lips. "Enough of that, or you will end up being late in" Mark said stroking the side of Ben's face. Ban walked down the round watching the headlights of Mark's car as it turned in the road then plundering him in to the darkness as Mark went in the opposite direction. He made it through the door just in time for curfew and headed upstairs to his room. Margarite watched as Ben skipped up the stairs humming to himself, curiosity was getting the better of her as she had to know why her son was so happy the last few days. She contemplated and wondered if Ethan's influence on him was part to blame, shaking her head as she knew Ethan well enough and had never suspected a thing about him in the first place and plus she heard he only had eyes for this Angelo man. Ban came out of the shower and dried himself off, he got the Mark's briefs and slipped them on. He pulled his journal out of the closet and laid on his stomach on the bed turning to a the next blank page. He wrote Wednesday 31st October and underlined it "Well journal my quiet but listening friend I had a Wednesday unlike any other, mostly as the day dragged on and on listening to the lecturers droning on about computer sciences. Oh I hate Wednesday at college but then I'm not as smart enough as Ethan to go down the legal route but sharp enough to indulge in to technology and software. But that was the worst part over with, I jiggled and fiddled from late afternoon until 6pm trying to keep my mind busy and focused on other things. You would be right in assuming what I wrote in you about Sunday, I am going out to dinner with him and before you get cocky it is no date, just dinner. I felt somewhat turned on when I put his briefs on earlier and yes I am still wearing them, it is as if I am as close to him as if we were in bed. He told me he had mine on and I am almost certain he hadn't washed them from when I unintentionally shot cum in them, is he a dirty gay bloke or just like me? I often question that when he stole them from me. Anyway dinner was great we chatted for well over 2 hours and more and more I got to know and like him. Ethan told me I will know in my heart if I love him and that I would see it in his eyes, I can't explain my feelings or emotions about him but I feel like electricity runs through my body when he is near. Maybe that is what loving someone does to my body, loving someone, I can't believe I just wrote it or even if I meant it but I am no longer ashamed to admit it anymore. Anyway it is bed time and college tomorrow." he closed the journal and rolled on to his back hugging the pillow. Ben woke up and realised he had dozed off laying on the bed, it was 2am, he put the journal back in the closet and went back to bed. His thoughts on one thing only a feeling of emptiness in his bed. Earlier that evening Ethan's family had joined them for dinner it was in face a very ordinary family dinner, Jack had fell in love with Angelo in his own way, Ellie and Sophie just adored him. Angelo and Jack had been discussing some work for the past half an hour in the dining room and Ellie was serving coffee with Ethan's help who was keen to show he was becoming helpful around the house. Ellie sat down next to Ethan "Is Angelo teaching you to be more self reliant?". Ethan nodded "Yeah, he is teaching me how to cook and eat healthily". "You know Margarite and I are speaking again, think she is jealous about Sandra and me" Ellie said chuckling. "Well she didn't do herself any favours I still don't like her" Sophie interjected in to the conversation. Ethan put his around his sister "I know but don't hold it against her Soph" he said to her. "Ben and you are getting along again? Ellie asked Ethan. He nodded "Yes better than ever, a lot of things have become clearer" choosing his words carefully. "He is gay you know" Sophie said playing with her phone and looking up. Ellie looked at Ethan then Sophie "What on earth makes you think that?". Sophie looked up "He has never had a girlfriend and... well have you never seen the way he looks at Ethan?". "Hell Sophie is there anything you don't know?" Ethan asked her laughing. Ellie looked at Ethan "Well?" she asked and Ethan gently nodded his head. "Please do not say anything, let Ben do this in his time" Ethan appealed to his mother and sister. "Only because you asked Ethan" Ellie said nodding her head "I won't say anything and nor will Sophie". Sophie raised her head from her phone "So you two never did anything then?". "Sophie" Ellie exclaimed sounding cross. Ethan laughed and shook his "No Sophie, but I did kiss him Sunday morning". Ethan watched as for once his mother actually laughed and joined in the conversation, obviously having Adam's mother Sandra as a friend was rewarding as she was showing much more compassion and openness now. Angelo and Jack came back in to the room both very happy and telling them the news that Jack was going to help Angelo as Legal counsel for the next few contract negotiations. Angelo sat down next to Ethan who cuddled up next to him in front of his parents who didn't even flinch and carried on in conversation. The last few days of the week went by quickly and Josh was fast becoming part of their group, Adam had already told Tony about him describing him as your standard college football jock with mousy blonde hair solidly built and the current college wrestling team champion that he had held for 2 years now. The one thing Adam liked was how he was always attracting the girls and seeing their disappointed faces but it didn't stop them trying it with him. Josh on the other hand fancied Ben, he also had a thing for Ethan and he knew about Adam's notorious sexual antics from campus gossip and dreaming of sexing him in a very big way. Franco on the other hand was well out bounds he didn't quite know where he stood with him sometimes but he had to admit his biggest crush was now Franco, he was just happy though being included in the group. Ben slipped on Mark's briefs again and stood in front of his mirror, well Ben he thought to himself, I guess this is it and no going back now, you are gay so deal with it. Turning in the mirror looking at his reflection before continuing to dress for his day out with Mark on their first official date. He walked outside to the sunny but chilly day, rumours were abound about a snow storm but it's exact trajectory was still unknown but they had put a warning out of heavy snow fall if it hit. He was dressed warmly enough walking up the road just before 11am, turning the corner he saw the car and Mark leaning against it watching him as he appeared. There no mistake about the smile that appeared on Mark's face seeing him approaching. The car was parked at the station as they took the train into the city. Up the Empire State building round to Rockefeller plaza and finally Greenwich Village by 4pm where they grabbed a bit to eat. Ben was in awe at the whole gayness of the area it was as if he had walked in to a perfect utopia, his eyes working like radars picking everything up from his surroundings. Leaving the bistro Mark took hold of Ben's hand as they walked around the village. "Where to now?" Ben asked squeezing Mark's hand. Mark nodded "Here I want to see this film how about it?" he asked. "Sure, is it on Netflix?" Ben asked. Mark looked at him "No here in the cinema". Ben looked slightly confused "Oh you have to watch it with other people?". Mark laughed "Yes, have you never been to the cinema before?". Ben laughed "No" he read the poster for the film currently showing Call Me By Your Name "Strange title". Mark smiled as he escorted Ben in side, they sat in the middle row still holding hands throughout the film. Both quiet and watching the film unfolding, Ben wiped a tear from his eye at the closing credits and the lights came on. "What did you think?" Mark asked leaning over to kiss Ben and cuddle him. Ben cleared his throat "Beautiful film but sad at the end". Mark smiled "Wasn't it!, I will buy you the book to read it goes on much further than the film". "Really, thanks I would love to read the full story" Ben sounded excited. Mark looked at his phone "Nearly 7pm what time do you have to be home?" Ben looked at him "No curfew tonight" Ben shivered as a cool draught rushed in from where people where now leaving, many hurrying. They walked out to the foyer which was still crowded trying to make their way to the exit. Mark spoke to one person asking what was going on and found out that the snow storm had hit full on from NY along to Boston. They finally exited to the cold wind howling and the snow falling heavily, some 6 inches had already fallen. "Now what?" Ben asked as they made their way to midtown. Mark looking at his phone said to Ben "Trains cancelled no way of getting home tonight". "I better call my mother to let her know" Ben said and they stopped in a office front recess for shelter. Mark called in a favour from a friend who worked as duty manager for a hotel in Times Square "Come on he have a room". Ben put his phone away "Roads are all blocked in Harrison". They walked the 15 minutes through the blizzard condition cold and wet until they reached The Chatwal hotel, Mark's friend was in the foyer with the key to the room, they had a quick conversation then he escorted up to the room apologising that he had to give them a suite. Mark shook hands with his friend who looked at Ben who was clearly feeling the cold and said he would send some hot chocolate up and then left them alone. Ben sat there stunned how amazing the room was, he had never been in a 5 star hotel or in the top suites he was inspecting everything as Mark sat on the bed laughing at his detective work. "Come on Ben you need to get out of those clothes, there are robes in the bathroom" Mark said taking his coat off. Ben came back from the bathroom wearing the robe giggling "Feels amazing" causing Mark to smile. "Won't be a minute" Mark said disappearing in to the bathroom. There was a knock at the door and a muffled voice "Room Service" Mark called Ben to get the door. Ben opened the door and let the guy in who was carrying a tray as he passed by Ben he took a glance and went over to the table in the suite to set up the drinks. Ben watched the room service steward whom he guessed must be around 25, packing a tight body within his shirt and his ass just looked amazing in his work trousers. Ben wandered over and sat on the sofa looking at his name badge which read Darius, he suddenly remembered the Joshua incident so decided to keep his mouth shut. "Your hot chocolate and cookies sir, definitely needed on a night like this" Darius said warmly. Ben almost giggled but kept his composure "Thank you, and yes didn't see this coming". Darius continued in his professional way "We never see snow like this where I am from, but it should pass in a few hours". Ben just couldn't help himself "Where are you from?" he asked. Darius smiled "Venezuela, to hot for snow" his eyes flitting between Ben and the tray. "Is that the hot chocolate?" Mark asked coming out of the bathroom drying his hair wrapped in his own robe. Darius turned to see Mark "Yes sir all ready for you" he turned back to Ben smiling and winked. "Great I need this to get the cold out of my bones" Mark replied sitting next to Ben on the sofa. Darius smiled again at Ben "If you need anything else please call, have a great evening gentlemen". Mark watched Darius leave turning and nodding as he did so with a smile "So obvious" Mark said. Ben laughed and sat back "You think he is?". Mark put his arm around Ben "Clearly, he was looking at you with some perverse thought of getting you in to bed". Ben laughed and play wrestled with Mark until he got him on his back and savagely kissed him hard on the mouth. Ben laid there giggling as horny as hell and just loving being with him. Mark put the TV on and the cuddled up to Ben on the sofa with the hot chocolate and curtains open watching between the TV weather report and the snowfall. Ben sipped his hot chocolate with one eye on Mark "This is bliss" he said. "What is?" Mark asked. Ben smiled "You, me, hot chocolate and no one else". Mark nodded "I like having you to myself". Ben stroked Mark's chest "So I get to sleep with you again" he said kissing Mark's neck. Mark smiled and glanced at him "I think some force is pushing us together this time". Ben looked at him "Is it what you want?". Mark kissed his head "Yes it is". "I know it is what I want Mark" Ben said resting his head against Mark's chest. Mark stroked Ben's head "I knew it when I first clapped eyes on you Ben". "Good, I am happy being with you" Ben voice slightly muffled by Mark's robe but he knew what he said. "You can see me a lot more when I move to Larchmont next week" Mark looked at Ben. Ben smiled "You are?" he tightened his arms around Mark and buried his head deeper against him. They finished the hot chocolate and used the complimentary toothbrushes cleaning their teeth together, walking back in to the bedroom they slipped into bed turning the lights out with just the glow from the street lighting and snowfall coming through the window. Ben turned and kissed Mark on the chest crossing over to his nipple which he tenderly licked and sucked ever so sweetly, Mark's hands roamed across Ben's head and he arched his neck back and moaned softly at Ben's gentle movements. There was no doubt that Ben was turning him on he could sense the anticipation in the air and knew that tonight would see them venturing alone together. Mark felt the hardness in Ben's cock rubbing against his leg as he moved higher towards Mark's neck and mouth where finally their lips came together and their tongues met, sensually caressing their saliva melding. Ben manoeuvred his body on top of Mark whilst his legs slipped between Mark's, a look of genuine surprise flashed across Mark's face as his legs caressed around Ben's legs gradually working their up until they settled around his hips. Ben kissed Mark's lips and looked at him 'Can I?' he said crooning his words tenderly from his lips. Mark stared back at Ben and nodded what mattered was that they were going to have sex and he wanted to on so many levels. Mark felt Ben's cock pressing at his hole gradually feeling his legs being pushed higher, Ben kissed and licked at Mark's calves and thighs then in between his legs until his tongue finally met with Mark's ass. He gasped and pushed back against the headboard feeling Ben's tongue swirling around his hole and then diving in prising his hole open. Ben was completely lost having no idea where this was all coming from, yes he had seen on line videos of gay sex, but there was more it was an instinct telling him what and how to do it. He spat at Mark's hole and worked his saliva in and around it moistening it and all the time flickering in an and out of his Mark's hole who was moaning and gasping at this young guy so tenderly seducing him, and to what end he had no idea instead he levelled in his head and just floated away in his own excitement of being with Ben. His legs came to rest around Ben's hips as his mouth touched his and they began to devour each other in a heated passionate kiss both of them moaning and grabbing at each other not wanting to let go, a need burning to touch each other as they kissed. Ben looked down at Mark and positioned his cock pressing gently as Mark grabbed Ben's shoulder and moaned and winced as he felt the head of the cock pushing inside him slowly but purposefully, his legs shaking slightly 'fuck, slowly Ben' he said as he felt more and more of Ben's cock penetrating him. He felt pain, no wait was it ecstasy, he cried a little and gasped, no it was pain, oh god he cried out pulling Ben forward forcing the full length of the cock to penetrate him deeply. Ben groaned and moaned feeling a little discomfort but realised he was fully inside Mark who was panting quick breaths trying to adjust in between agonising spasms in his ass at what he had forced on himself by accidentally grabbing Ben. He stayed still looking in to Mark's eyes unsure for a moment if he had gone to fast but he saw a happiness staring back at him 'Do you want me to stop' Mark heard Ben asking. Mark just stared in to Ben's eyes for a moment 'No' he whispered back as he hands moved to Ben's hips assisting and guiding Ben for a few minutes until he found the rhythm. Ben's senses were overloaded, his cock was hard and at best was just over eight inches with the right girth to provide an immersive experience, it felt so good being inside Mark who was moaning and calling his name as Ben began to speed up, his balls hitting against Mark's ass caused him to shudder several times thinking he was going to orgasm, so many feelings and sensations ran through his body, all the time he watched Mark's face and stared in to his eyes. Ben felt his balls aching and but it felt to good he didn't want to pull his cock out. Mark reached up and kissed Ben harder causing him to slam his hips deeper in to Mark's ass as he began to orgasm and shoot his seed inside Mark's ass, Mark's arms wrapped around Ben's neck and shoulder firmly as his back arched and he groaned and cried in pleasure and pain that morphed in to a multitude of sensations. Ben collapsed on top of Mark panting and moaning under his breath as his balls settled back down from their own excitement. His arms went around Mark as they cuddled whilst Ben calmed down and his breathing settled returned to a normal state. "You okay?" Mark asked stroking his back. Ben laughed "God yeah, that was the first time I have even done that" he nuzzled in to Mark's neck. Mark kissed his head "Pretty darn good for a virgin then". Ben slowly pulled his still rock hard cock out of Mark and rolled on to his back "Thank you" he laughed. Mark kneeled up and kissed Ben's chest "My ever so sexy Ben". Ben ran his hand through Mark's hair "Can you umm... fuck me?". Mark looked at him "I can and want to but I don't have any condoms with me". Ben sat up "I don't care Mark, I love you to much to worry about that". Mark shook his head "Do you realise what you just said?" he stroked Ben's chest. Ben nodded "I am not worried about you being poz" he said. Mark smiled "Not that, you said you love me." he looked Ben in the eye "Did you mean it?". Ben looked back at Mark a little shocked "I think so, it's crazy in my head still". "But you did Ben" Mark's smile disappeared "I think you know how I feel about you". Ben reached over to touch Mark's face "Are you the one for me?". Mark kissed Ben's hand "You tell me Ben". Ben laid back down on the bed "Yes" he replied in manner of fact way. Mark was in no doubt about Ben's feelings towards him as he kissed his body "Are you absolutely sure Ben?". "Yes" Somehow Ben knew what Mark was talking about. Mark kissed him on the mouth "You won't regret or hate me if I gift you?". Ben looked at him "Gift me?" he asked in question. Mark nodded "If I fuck you without a condom you may end up poz, it is called gifting when you do it knowingly". Ben realised this was not a game and very real "Do you mind if we wait?" he sounded nervous and unsure. Mark laid down on top of Ben and kissed him gently "No, you need to be very clear about that decision". Ben stroked Mark's back "I.. you won't love me any less if it never happens?". Mark smiled and looked at him "No, I will love you in just the same way Ben". Mark sat up and kneeled at the side of ben and nodded to his cock "Blow me". Ben saw it was not a question but a command smiling up at Mark, he moved his head closer and his tongue ran over the head of Mark's cock who took a sharp intake of breath and shuddered in delight, his hand pulled Ben's head forward and his mouth went around and down on his cock. Mark made quiet moaning sounds as Ben learnt the art of sucking cock with Mark's guidance. He was enjoying the feeling of Mark's cock in his mouth sometimes going to deep and gagging slightly, he tasted a slightly salty slime in his mouth and Mark's toxic precum leaked and Ben used his tongue and mouth to coat the shaft of Mark's beautiful cock which stood proud and thick just under eight inches in length. He was engrossed in his work when he felt Mark's cock jump and sharply withdraw from his mouth as he began shooting his load over Ben's chest, Ben was rubbing his own cock and began shooting his second load of the evening over his stomach, watching Mark orgasm had caused Ben to do the same. Ben's chest was coated in huge wads of Mark's cum and he looked somewhat surprised whilst Mark chuckled and told him 'That's a normal size load'. Ben breathed heavily laying back on the bed his finger rubbed over the cum surrounding his left nipple that Mark had coated him with, he coated his finger and moved it slowly to his mouth and sucked tasting Mark's cum. Mark smiled and leaned down licking the cum then moved his head to Ben's waiting mouth where he kissed him with more roughness than usual, Ben's cock still raging hard began bouncing in the air as he got more and more turned on by Mark's more dominant and aggressive manner, by the fourth kiss Ben wriggled and arched his back as he shot his third load. The scene continued for several more hours until Mark collapsed on top of Ben and kissed him lovingly and smiled, Ben was laughing 'oh my god' he commented feeling as though he didn't have a care in the world. Tired from so much making out Mark let him roll on to his side and Mark took up position but instead of his cock parked between Ben's ass cheeks it was nestled up against his hole. Ben pulled the sheet over them and felt Mark's arms working their way around his body, within minutes they were both asleep. Ben woke startled at the knock on the door hearing the word 'Room Service' coming from the other side of the door, Mark pulled Ben back down in to his arms as Darius came in with a tray of coffee and pastries. "Good Morning sirs, I will set this up on the table" he said walking across the suite giving Ben a smile. Ben replied "Morning" and pulled the sheet up to try and cover his face. "Thank you" replied Mark as he rubbed his hand across Ben's chest and kissed his neck. "Storm hasn't quite cleared but trains will start running in about 3 hours" Darius said as he looked out the window. Mark leaned up "Still snowing lightly" his hand moving round to Ben's ass. "Luka has extended check out time until 3pm if you need it, do you need your clothes drying?" Darius asked Mark stopped fondling Ben "Oh yes that would be great just in case they are damp still". Darius put the clothes in a laundry bag "I will leave you breakfast menus if you want to order something hot". "Thank you Darius, and thank Luka for me" Mark replied. "Good day sirs" Darius said and Ben glanced out from under the sheet to see Darius wink at him again as he closed the door. Mark cuddle up to Ben "Me thinks Darius got a thing for my baby". Ben chuckled and rubbed his ass against Mark's cock "Me thinks me got a thing for you" he said trying to mimic Mark. Ben was rewarded with a slap on the ass for his cheek as Mark jumped out of bed naked to pour coffee, Ben sat up in bed watching him and smiling the only thought running through his head was how much he was falling in love with him. Mark handed him coffee and sat on the bed besides him. "What?" Mark asked looking bemused. Ben smiled "Can't believe I did you last night". Mark laughed "Don't worry I am going to get you back" he replied sipping his coffee. "I look forward to it, well I think so." Ben replied smiling. Mark patted his leg "Are you that much in love with me?" he said thinking it might just be a throw away comment. Ben nodded "I am" he turned and kissed Mark. "So you want to do this then, be my boyfriend?" Mark asked putting his cup down. "Yeah, I would love that" Ben grinned looking at Mark "Kiss me". Mark smiled shaking his head "You horny bitch!" he said pushing Ben on the bed and attacking him lovingly. Finally they arrived back at Harrison station at 4pm, the snow was still thick but the roads were clear now and traffic was moving as they got in the car to drop Ben off. They arranged to have dinner on Wednesday again and Mark would see him Saturday in Larchmont as he was moving in to his new house on Thursday. Ben walked through the snow carrying his bag of hotel toiletries as a souvenir he knew the rest of the family were out visiting relations on the other side of town. He went up to his room and pulled his journal out and picked up the pen and sat down at his desk putting pen to paper. He wrote the date and underlined it then began "Incredible weekend so many things to say and thoughts running around in my head, but most importantly I have a boyfriend, yes closeted computer nerd me went a bagged myself a seriously sexy boyfriend. Let me tell you though if the force of nature had not blown the storm in it would have been very different words I am now putting down. Firstly we went around the gay part of NY and then watched a movie, the first time I ever went in to a cinema and enjoyed it. The film I figured was about a coming of age and unspoken love, in so many ways just like mine has turned out to be. I cried a little at the end as it was quite sad but it had a truthful meaning and allowed the young guy to be himself, does it sound familiar?. The snow storm had blown in and we found ourselves trapped in the city but fortunately through one of his contacts we got a superb room in a 5 star hotel and that was where the magic happened and realised am I truly in love with him?, it's not something I can explain or understand. Some of the things I did I cannot write down, but you know I am no longer a virgin in one particular area so much so that I did it twice, he turns me on no end with just him touching me and kissing me. Seeing him naked walking across the room was just filled me with delight, he says he feels the same way about me and I hope this will be longer than just a horny person at a spring break rampage. There is one decision that has played on my mind since last night for a while but I know now and need it to be closer. I am happy, in fact I have never been happier." He put the pen down and looked out at the snowy scene sighing as he thoughts went to Mark, he closed the journal and went downstairs just as his family arrived home. Margarite could sense something changing about her son but couldn't put her finger on it, she was probing with questions but the answers Ben gave didn't give much away or shed any light. It had not passed her by about the lack of girls in Ben's conversations, he seemed only ever to talk about Ethan, she mused this over tidying the kitchen and wondered if Ben was hiding a bigger secret.

I have always been Level 6. In my younger days I was usually drunk or high and did not care who fucked me as long as I had a cock and load in my ass. More recently I have lied and said I was on prep when a poz top said he only fucks bareback if the bottom is poz or on prep. I was not going to allow him to fuck me with a condom.

It is so hot watching a guy at a bar standing with his cock out. He is drinking his beer while another guy is down on his knees sucking. People come by and strike up a conversation with the guy. When the guy sucking starts to pull away, the guy standing puts his hand on the back of his cocksuckers head and pulls the guys mouth back down on his cock. He continues to talk with other guys at the bar. Enjoying his beer and his cock being sucked.

Level 4 for 30 years, dodged the bullet. Now in a monogamous relationship with a poz undetectable who fucks me raw every couple of days.