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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.

Had been at the hospital all week with my Dad as he was in pretty bad shape. On the first night the male room nurse brushed up behind me as I bent over the hospital bed to hug my Dad before leaving for the night. I didn't think anything of it. The second night it happened again, same thing, although this time he leaned into my ass a little more. The third night he rubbed my thigh and told me my jeans were hot and gave me his phone number and told me to call him on his break at 3am. I did and he told me what time he got off and to meet him at his apartment. I was so horny I got there a little ahead of time. His two roommates were there getting ready for work and both were hot in various stages of dress. They kept passing thru staring at me on the couch as I rubbed my cock thru my jeans. As soon as he got home, all three stopped to come sit with me. I wound up getting loaded in both ends by all 3 guys before heading home with cum dripping out of my hole...

I was still pretty young when I downloaded a gay dating app and I had my first sexual encounter. I went to the house of a 30 year old man, he was a very big, hairy man with a very thick and long cock. He was delighted with my small body, thin and hairless. I knew that the safe thing was to use a condom, and in fact before our meeting I made sure that he understood that he only wanted to let me fuck with a condom, to which he accepted. He started kissing me all over my body and making me suck his huge cock. Being my first time I was very, very nervous, but the excitement of having a man like that in front of me encouraged me to continue letting myself do everything. When he started eating my ass I felt in the clouds! then he started to stick his finger in me, with the help of his saliva I had no problem, I was fascinated by that sensation of something in my ass. Then he started to put his cock in my ass, just rubbing his head. He made an attempt to start penetrating me, but I reminded him to put on a condom. He wanted to put on a condom that he had saved, but I'm smarter, so I told him he should use one that I brought. I've seen things on the internet, so I know there are people who pierce condoms. He put on the condom I gave him, and began to penetrate me. He had me in 4, with my ass standing up for him to fuck me, although it started slowly, soon he was fucking me quite hard, and I was resisting because although it hurt, it was more my taste for that sensation of a man fucking me. At one point, he pulled his penis out of my ass, pulled out a bottle of lube, and started putting it in my ass. It seemed very strange to me, since I feel that with his saliva I was already quite lubricated, but perhaps a top likes the sensation of penetrating with a lot of lubricant better. Todvia fue bastante joven cuando descargué una aplicación de citas gay que tuve mi primer encuentro sexual. Fui a la casa de un hombre de 30 años, era un hombre muy grande, peludo y con una polla muy gruesa y larga. Estaba encantado con mi cuerpo pequeño, delgado y sin pelo. Sabía que lo seguro era usar condón, y de hecho antes de nuestro encuentro me aseguré de que entendiera que solo quería dejarme follar con condón, a lo que aceptó. Empezó a besarme por todo el cuerpo y me hizo chupar su enorme polla. Al ser mi primera vez estaba muy, muy nervioso, pero la emoción de tener un hombre así frente a mí me animó a seguir dejándome hacer todo. ¡Cuando empezó a comerme el culo me sentí en las nubes! luego me empezó a meter el dedo, con ayuda de su saliva no tuve ningún problema, quedé fascinado con esa sensación de algo penetrando mi trasero. Luego comenzó a meter su polla en mi culo, solo su cabeza. Hizo un intento de empezar a penetrarme, pero le recordé que se pusiera un condón. Quería ponerse un condón que tenía guardado, pero yo soy más listo, así que le dije que usara uno que traje. He visto cosas en internet, así que sé que hay gente que perfora los condones. Se puso el preservativo que le di y empezó a penetrarme. Me tenia en 4, con el culo de pie para que me follara, aunque empezo lento, al poco tiempo me estaba follando bastante fuerte, y yo me resistia porque aunque me dolia era mas mi gusto por esa sensacion de hombre jodiéndome. En un punto, sacó su pene de mi culo, sacó una botella de lubricante y comenzó a ponerlo en mi culo. Me pareció muy extraño, ya que siento que con su saliva ya estaba bastante lubricado, pero quizás a un activo le gusta más la sensación de penetrar con mucho lubricante. He started fucking me again, and this time it got really intense, he was fucking me so hard he looked like a different man, he was holding me tight, spanking me and scratching my back. He started to moan very loudly and told me "I'm going to leave all my sperm inside you" I told him no, and tried to turn around to get him out of my ass but he held me too tight, with all his weight on top of me. -Stop Please! You're a stranger and I also trusted you! -You're just a stupid young man, didn't your mommy tell you not to trust strangers? -Please! -Your little ass feels so good, it would be a waste not to get you pregnant. Empezó a gemir muy fuerte y me dijo "te voy a dejar todo mi esperma dentro de ti" le dije que no, e intenté darme la vuelta para sacarlo de mi culo pero me abrazó demasiado fuerte, con todo su peso encima de mí. -¡Deténgase, por favor! ¡Eres un extraño y también confié en ti! -Solo eres un joven estúpido, ¿tu mami no te dijo que no confiaras en los extraños? -¡Por favor! -Tu culito se siente tan bien, sería un desperdicio no dejarte embarazado. He began to moan agitatedly and suddenly I felt his semen shoot inside me, it felt hot, it was a sensation that I actually liked, if it wasn't for the fact that I was too afraid of having contracted a disease, I would have enjoyed it. After a while in which he continued with his penis inside me, he took it out and I saw the broken condom, torn. And then a big jet of sperm came out of my ass. -Uff, I got you very pregnant, little bitch. -Why did you do that? I said while holding back the urge to cry. -I already told you! rich little asses have to be impregnated. -At least tell me you don't have any disease. -I'd like to lie to you and let you go home relieved that I didn't, but the truth is that I do, I have a high Poz load, haven't taken medication in a long time and my viral load is 75,000. Después de un rato en el que siguió con su pene dentro de mí, lo sacó y vi el condón roto, desgarrado. Y luego un gran chorro de esperma salió de mi culo. -Uff, te dejé muy embarazado, pequeño puto. -¿Por qué hiciste eso? Dije mientras contenía las ganas de llorar. -¡Ya te dije! hay que impregnar los culitos ricos. -Al menos dime que no tienes ninguna enfermedad. -Me gustaría mentirte y dejarte ir a casa aliviado de que no lo hice, pero la verdad es que sí, tengo una carga de Poz alta, hace mucho tiempo que no tomo medicamentos y mi carga viral es 75.000. What does that mean? -That no matter what you do now, my toxic DNA will change your state forever. But don't bother, sooner or later it's going to happen to passive youngsters, so thank me that I was the one who left my virus inside you and I also warned you. The way he said it was so nonchalant, and besides, his penis hadn't decreased in size, instead mine, which was shrunken in fright, began to grow. -And from what I see, you're liking what I told you, right? I didn't know what to say, I just stayed silent. -Come on, now that my semen is deep inside you, we should continue. You are very young so your system will fight the virus hard when you start taking medication, but in the meantime, give in to your dirty desires, let me inject you with more poison. He got behind me, started kissing my neck and wrapped his arms around my body. Before I knew it, I was on my ass again, ready for more of his venom. A tear escaped me. -Don't cry, this is what a true bottom should do, give himself completely to his alpha male, and believe me, I'm not going to be the only one you let inject his viral load inside you. And he fucked me, he fucked me all afternoon, as the hours passed, he had cum inside me 5 times, he kissed me with great passion, he always reminded me that I was getting pregnant, that my body would belong to him forever. When it was time for me to go, he kissed me again a little, very lovingly. -Remember baby, youngsters have to be infected. -Que no importa lo que hagas ahora, mi ADN tóxico cambiará tu estado para siempre. Pero no te molestes, tarde o temprano les va a pasar a los jóvenes pasivos, así que agradece que fui yo quien dejo mi virus dentro de ti y también te lo advertí. La forma en que lo dijo fue tan despreocupada, y además, su pene no había disminuido de tamaño, en cambio el mío, que estaba encogido por el miedo, comenzó a crecer. -Y por lo que veo, te está gustando lo que te dije, ¿no? No supe qué decir, me quedé en silencio. -Vamos, ahora que mi semen está muy dentro de ti, debemos continuar. Eres muy joven, por lo que tu sistema luchará con fuerza contra el virus cuando comiences a tomar medicamentos, pero mientras tanto, cede a tus sucios deseos, déjame inyectarte más veneno. se puso detrás de mí, comenzó a besar mi cuello y envolvió sus brazos alrededor de mi cuerpo. Antes de que me diera cuenta, estaba de nuevo sobre mi trasero, listo para más de su veneno. Se me escapó una lágrima. -No llores, eso es lo que debe hacer un verdadero pasivo, entregarse por completo a su macho alfa, y créeme, no voy a ser el único al que dejes que te inyecte su carga viral. Y me folló, me folló toda la tarde, con el paso de las horas, el se había corrido dentro de mí 5 veces, me besó con mucha pasión, siempre me recordaba que me estaba quedando embarazado, que mi cuerpo le pertenecería para siempre. Cuando llegó la hora de irme, me volvió a besar un poco, con mucho cariño. -Recuerda bebé, los jóvenes tienen que estar infectados.

One man’s blessing is another man’s curse and for me I’ve got more than my share – an extra long dick (just over 10 inches), an extra wide dick (just shy of 8 inches round), and I shoot cum like a farm animal (up to ¼ of a cup a time). Truly. The dick? Well that’s thanks to my father for sure who was even bigger than me and the cum? Well I don’t know, could be him too, but the doctors call it Hyperspermia - a condition in which a man can ejaculate a massive volume of semen and and extra bonus is it comes with a high sex drive - thus my continuous frustration. Sex for me has almost always been a series of one frustrated encounters after another. Fucking size queens hit me all the time bragging how they can take me, how they love big dick, how they want my cum – that is until I split their hole open with just the few inches and then they fucking tap out and run. I’ve never worn condoms; my hyperspermia makes that impossible as the amount of precum I produce makes my dick so wet and slick they won’t stay on. That’s how I got AIDs – splitting bottoms open. I learned quickly a little blood was a given, a lot was expected and for me, doesn’t bother me in the least. For the bottom? Yeah they freak and make me stop. So to get by and try to relieve my constant need to nutt, I’ve sold condoms online full of my cum, made some pay-to-play solo porn flicks of me shooting, escorted trying to give facials or creampies, sold batches of my load to a fertility clinic, and I even created a Tumblr account talking about my curses and thinking I’d document those bottoms I found who could take me and wanted my POZ load. None of that really helped or panned out in the end. Just wasn’t the same. Have I fucked and bred a guy totally before. Yeah, of course, but few and far between and so I mostly have to be satisfied with a little oral, a little ass around the tip of my dick, then finishing off when I am home and alone. I want more, I need more, I need to breed and infect some ass and fill a bottom’s guts full of my cum – why else would God have given me what he did? I had frankly about given up until one day when I received an email: “Good afternoon. I am Dr. Mike. My practice has recently begun a new treatment regimen for some of my patients that I believe you are perfect for. I have many years of developing specialized, treatment regimens for my patients and would like to invite you to come to my office on Monday at 3:00 p.m. for a consultation. There is no fee for the visit or treatment regimen. Please refrain from all sexual activity for at least 48-hours prior to the visit so I can fully assess the volume of your semen output and your ability to ejaculate more than once for comparison purposes.” OK, I wasn’t exactly sure how this Dr. Mike thought he could help me since no one else had ever been able to. I tried to find what I could online about Dr. Mike and there was the standard fare, but his medical specialties did include treatment of HIV, AIDs, and other infectious diseases. What was surprising was how little there was about him. Most doctors these days have social media and site after site. Not this Dr. Mike. He was almost like a ghost – almost – but in digging through some chat rooms on the dark web I did come across a series of stories that mentioned Dr. Mike doing some pretty twisted, fucked up shit that made my dick drool and bounce and I quickly emailed him back to confirm I would be there. Dr. Mike’s office was located in Northeast Washington, DC, in an older brick building. I got to the office and rang the bell as the office was closed for the day. I waited a few minutes and then heard the locks turn, the door opened, and I was met by a man in white coat. Dr. Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking and I thought handsome. He shook my hand, asked me to step inside, and locked the door. I then followed him through another door and down a hall and his office was like the rest of the building, older and somewhat run down looking. Near the end of the hall he stopped and motioned me to enter an exam room that was somewhat bare except for an odd table contraption bolted to the middle of the floor that was occupied by an apple assed guy. The guy was kneeling on a small bench part of the exam table on a pillow, with his chest on the table, his arms forward and his head resting on its side. A leather hood was strapped to his head, hiding his features and all that could be seen were closed eyes, his nostrils, and mouth that was slightly agape, relaxed. Leather straps wound around his calves, thighs, and he looked like a big Z splayed out. The next thing I noticed were several Polaroid Cube cameras attached to the metal table and on several small tripods all pointed to the guy’s ass from various angles. Yet, that was not the strangest part. I hesitated as I looked at the IV pole that was at the end of the odd table next to a set of monitors being watched by another man in a white coat who wore a medical mask that was inflating and deflating against his face as he breathed in and out. The other man was speaking softly to the guy on the table, “Time to dream little man.” I turned to the squeak of a metal stool being rolled away from a small table as Dr. Mike pointed to a chair by the door and said, “Please disrobe and sit in the chair here please.” I looked from him, to the other man, to the bottom. I was confused about what was going on but the sight of the that naked body looking like a sacrifice on an altar stirred my deep, dark desires and needs. I sat down in the chair, my naked ass sticking to the leather seat as Dr. Mike rolled himself close and flipped open a manila folder. “Normally I would want to do a full set of labs myself and an exam, but I received a copy of your medical file from your previous doctor and well – both your HIV and hyperspermia are well documented so I figured we should dispense with such pleasantries and get right to it.” My dick started to lengthen. Dr. Mike motioned to guy on the table, “Most gay men wait too long to get tested for rectal cancer. It is best to start young and technology now allows us to test in the office with High Resolution Anoscopy, but it does require anesthesia – a special cocktail of Fentanyl, Ketamine, Propofol, and a few other medications.” What the fuck? I knew what those drugs were, well at least I had heard of them and I looked again at the man in the white coat and the guy on the table. Fuck! They had drugged him and knocked him out! Dr. Mike set the open folder partially on my right leg, my dick now hardening more and stretching down my left. He started to ask me a series of questions and I hesitated and looked at the other man. Dr. Mike followed my gaze, shifted his stool to block my view, set his hand on my thigh in a reassuring manner and said, “Do not mind Dr. Collins,” and with that continued his questions and making the appropriate notes in his folder. “Are you currently off all meds?” I lied and said, “No.” Dr. Mike paused; frowned a little, set his pen in the crease of the folder and with his right hand reached out and grabbed the shaft of my now hard dick. “I need you to be totally honest with me if you please,” he said, “Unlike other doctors you may have seen in the past I need the unvarnished truth and not an answer that you think should be given or that you erroneously believe I may wish to hear. Understand?” I nodded and he asked again, “Are you currently off all meds?” This time I answered honestly and said, “Yes and no. I take them sometimes because…well I had read that if you do that then you can become resistant, and I just wanted to…I...” Dr. Mike smiled, made a note in his file, set his pen back in the folder and reached out again and this time slowly stroked my dick a couple times as he said, “Thank you for being honest. Yes, you can build a resistance and I will draw some blood so we can order a genotype test to confirm exactly which meds you are resistant too and then plan accordingly.” I moaned as his touch made me lose focus, but I blurted, “Yeah but I don’t want to take… or be…I…” Dr. Mike smiled, leaned in a little, stroked my dick a little faster and said, “Oh you misunderstand. Our goal is to INCREASE your resistance and viral count. That is what you want isn’t it?” What the fucking kind of doctor was he? My dick answered for me as it started to drool. The questions from Dr. Mike continued, “Do you use any recreational drugs? Willing to do others? Known STDs besides AIDs? Do you have receptive anal intercourse? Penetrated a bottom fully against his will? I imagine it is difficult given your size. Let me see – yes – I expect only a bottom with years of fisting could naturally take you.” Dr. Mike’s stroking skills were superior, that’s for sure yet somehow I don’t think he learned that in medical school. Dr. Mike continued with his list of questions and it was increasingly difficult to focus. Apparently satisfied, he closed the folder, rolled back over to the small table, grabbed an iPad, flipped opened the cover and showed me a video that had been paused. “This is Lucas,” Dr. Mike said as he tapped the video and it started to play. There was a yellow sticky note on the screen covering the person’s head, but from the wisps of hair that showed and the clothed body whose size seemed to match the guy on the table, appeared to be a shy twink of a guy - young but legal. Lucas had recorded a message verbally affirming he was legal, and his willing to submit to all ‘treatments and procedures’ as prescribed by Dr. Mike and Dr. Collins on that date, among the other stand release and approval statements. The video finished and Dr. Mike said, “I can assure you that the person in the video is the same as the one currently being monitored by Dr. Collins. Patient confidentiality requires that his face be covered even though you are now part of his treatment team. You understand? This is totally anonymous. You will never know his identity, nor he yours.” At the word ‘anonymous’ my dick spasmed and a long line of nutt drool proceeded down my thigh. Dr. Mike smiled in a way that held no warmth or humor. He then tapped the iPad screen a couple times, swiped, and I could hear sound as another video started. Dr., Mike adjusted the sticky note then turned the iPad around so I could see. In this one, the guy was naked, his arms out wide as he did slow turns that showed his hot ass and tiny twink dick. He paused facing the camera and began to speak in the same voice as the first video. The twink stated his first name, stats, and this time the message release statement was not the kind found on any standard form: “My name is Lucas Si…just Lucas. I am of sound mine and judgment and confirm that I have asked for a no limits fuck today. I am aware I may be unconscious and unable to provide further consent, but I DO consent. Totally. I want this. I want to get rape fucked by some big dick and be a total cum dump. Have totally been fantasizing about it for like forever and… well…so today it may happen – I mean will happen. No one is forcing me to do this. I am volunteering and WANT it. I also want it raw, no condoms at all, and understand the guy or guys who may fuck me might HIV+ or whatever. I don’t care. That shit don’t matter to me whatever they got. It’s all good. I’m on PREP so it’s all good. I just…hell! Is that good? Can we get this shit started? I’m horny as shit and need some dick!” Dr. Mike smiled that dark smile again and said, “As you can see. All legal bases are covered no mattered what may come. I am quite proficient in working within the boundaries set by my profession as well as expanding those boundaries as needed. One final note. What would you say – hypothetically of course –if there was an individual such as say someone like this young man you just saw on the video who in their mind can only imagine something like a big hit of G? Imagine how they would feel after the fact becoming aware of the full extent of the ‘party hole’ they went down. Also – hypothetically – wouldn’t it be a shame if the same young man BELIEVED they were on PREP when actuality they were on a placebo combo as part of a blind drug trial they had previously consented to? Especially one in which the results had shown rampant degradation of their immune systems due to other factors prescribed as part of their treatment regimen?” Damn! This was one fucked up doctor and with every word my dick pulsed and continued to stream more precum. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say or what to do, but my dick did as Dr. Mike reached out, wrapped his warm hand around my pulsing shaft, and expertly stroked it. “I know you have tried to find bottoms that would allow you to POZ them, that would allow you to flood them with your fountain of death,” he said with a calm voice full of confidence in every statement. “I know you have no qualms making a bottom bleed. I know you always hold back when you have intercourse – physically in the act as well as in your ejaculation. That is unhealthy and as your physician, I must provide a treatment regiment that will ensure your full well-being.” I leaned back in the chair and moaned in pleasure as Dr. Mike’s fingers deftly worked my dick as he continued, “You have been given a gift – many gifts – and those gifts need to be shared – and so I offer the first of but many cum dumps for you to use, to mark, to infect, to enjoy in ways you never imagined possible.” I groaned again and licked my lips as my breathing got faster and my heart started to race. Dr. Mike suddenly released his grip on my dick, rolled his stool to the side, grabbed another clipboard, held out a pen with a disarming smile, but an evil glint in his eyes and said, “These are the consent forms for your treatment. Sign and date here – initial here – there.” He flipped the page, “This page affirms that there is no monetary payment due, however there is a co-pay of no consequence that we will address later.” I couldn’t put pen to paper fast enough and once the forms were signed, Dr. Mike rolled his stool back, set the clipboard down, stood up, gestured towards the waiting ass with his left hand and said, “My patient is waiting,” before he calmly walked over and stood by the tied up bottom. Nervously I stood up and followed: my raging dick leading the way and dripping my toxic cum in long drools with every step. Just inches from the unconscious bottom I realized how my dick was perfectly aligned with his waiting hole as if…as if Dr. Mike knew my exact height and other measurements and had planned accordingly. But how? Dr. Mike just smiled and nodded as I tentatively stepped closer, my flesh pressing against the bottom’s. I turned to Dr. Mike who said nothing, but just nodded. I gently reached out and inserted my right index finger between the waiting mounds of twink flesh. His ass crack was totally hairless, as was the rest of his body – whether natural or manicured – it did not matter, it was sexy as fuck! I slid my finger against his puckered ass ring and with but the slightest effort of pressure it slowly opened and sucked my finger in to the hilt. No resistance, no squirming, no fighting. The bottom suddenly let out a low, guttural moan and I yanked my finger back in surprise and shock. Dr. Mike just chuckled and with his hands still clasped in front of him like he was monitoring a science experiment of no regard, he turned to Dr. Collins and ordered, “A little more if you please.” Dr. Collins flooded the IV input with a wave of milky white slumber. Dr. Mike turned and looked at me expectantly. I had never really fucked in front of an audience and the whole situation was beyond fucking strange. Dr. Mike held out his hands, palms up in an apologetic gesture and said, “Given the current treatment, at least this time, I must be here to attend my patients – you and him. In the future – if you decide to continue under my care – I expect that will not be necessary and only Dr. Collins will need to monitor such aspects of your visits. However, my plan for treatment is that – based on your performance – hypothetically of course, that a first treatment may be such as we have today with the patient totally unaware and unconscious. Next time, maybe it will be a lighter sleep. The time after, maybe semi-conscious, but still restrained. The time after that? Who knows? You may find that having your way with someone completely restrained yet fully conscious is more to your – shall we say medical needs?” There was that fucking dark smile again. Dr. Mike was an evil, twisted, son of a bitch and part of me wanted to be just like him! I needed to fuck. I needed to breed that ass and knowing he was knocked out, anonymous, NEG, and that I might infect him sent me to the fucking moon! I stepped closer, lining my dick head with Lucas’ asshole. No, no names – this was just some cum dump – some dirty bottom willing to take any raw dick and I planned to POZ him good. This time I jammed three fingers all at once at that ass ring and just like before it opened, but damage was done. Dr. Mike issued a small chuckle and “Yes!” as I dug my nails into the bottom’s hole, harder and harder, over and over, yearning to break through the walls of his drug induced state to hear him moan in pain and beg for mercy. That never happened, which only spurred me on to finger fuck his hole rougher. I glanced to the side to see Dr. Mike adjust his own hard dick and I smiled. Yeah, that’s right, I could be as twisted as he was, just watch. This bottom would remember the day I bred him and when I finally pulled my fingers out they were nice and red. I then started to slap his ass – full on arm swings – and those apple cheeks went from white, to pink, to red, to shades of purple in no time. God damn I wanted to bust right then! My hand hurt from slapping him so hard and yet not a single moan or sound escaped those pink little lips that protruded from the leather hood over his head. While Dr. Mike was clearly into it, Dr. Collins seemed oblivious and totally focused on his patient and the monitors. Fine by me. I took a step back, slid my right hand up and down my shaft a few times to coat my death rod with my POZ, sticky precum, wiped my hands on the bottom’s sides, then grabbed the two biggest handfuls of flesh that I could and squeezed and dug in. I PAUSED, LOOKED AT DR. MIKE, AND AS HE MET MY EYES I SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH THE BOTTOM’S OUTER HOLE AND BURIED MYSELF INSIDE HIM! The bottom’s body made no movement at all as I ripped him open. The pillow beneath his legs became stained. While I expected to see the waves of pain ripple through his body, his ass never clenched, never tried to push me out, never fought back. Somewhere between his fresh stab wounds and his brain all nerve impulses just faded away – thank you Dr. Collins! I clenched his flesh tighter in my grasp. I wanted him to be bruised, sore, and it was time to rape some ass. I grunted and growled as I pulled out and slammed all 10-inches+ of my raw dick into my victim’s hole and the more it got wet, the harder I fucked. My balls were bursting, ready to breed and infect this cum dump. My fountain of death was ready to explode like Deep Water Horizon and forever alter the world! I PICKED UP MY PACE, AND FUCKED AS HARD AS I COULD. I WANTED TO RAPE THAT ASS – HURT IT – INFECT IT – BREED IT – FILL HIS GUTS WITH MY LOAD! DR. MIKE WAS RIGHT – I HAD MANY GIFTS AND THIS BOTTOM WOULD GET THEM ALL AND AS I LOOKED DOWN AND SAW MY RED-COATED DICK I LOST IT – FROZE – AND SHOOK AS MY HYPERSPERMIA DELIVERED WHAT FELT LIKE A QUART OF INFECTED AIDS NUTT INTO THAT BOTTOM’S SHREDDED ASS. Oh yeah, in addition to shooting a lot in volume, my orgasm – my real orgasm which have been few and far between – seem to last for fucking ever and by the time my dick stopped spurting and I was able to let go of the flesh clenched in a death grip in my hands, I felt like I would pass out. With my dick still inside his unwilling hole, and streams of ass juice and my cum frothing out around my semi-hard dick, I flopped on top of the twink’s body feeling utterly satisfied for the maybe the first time ever. Dr. Mike was behind me, pressed his body against my naked ass and reached out and laid his right hand on my chest, “Please, if you could just stand back up, we do not want to impede his breathing.” Oh shit! Something about his touch, his body pressed to mine, the feel of his hard dick through his pants … fuck I don’t know – set me off again and I started blowing another load up that bottom’s hole without even another stroke. This one racked me to my bones and every spasm that burned through my body was felt by Dr. Mike who moaned and held me as I POZZED that ripped up ass all over again! When my balls were finally drained, my dick slid out of that beaten hole like a python that had just gorged on a herd of goats and was ready for a long nap. Dr. Mike stepped back, wiped his hands one against the other, smiled and said, “There. Now if you please. Get dressed and I will see you back here next Monday, same time,” and with that he left. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!) (Dr Mike: Biohazard and Healer – all story links here - https://breeding.zone/topic/34692-dr-mike-biohazard-story-links/#comment-384265 )

I was late to the party as I was 38 the first time I played with another guy. We were both married and I had so wanted to taste a cock not my own. I think it was the 2nd or third time ducking his cock that I swallowed. It wasn’t long after that we fucked each other bare. At the time, I had this fear of catching hiv so I repressed my new found love of being fucked and concentrated on sucking off guys. I knew how good that felt to me and I really enjoyed making others feel good with my mouth and swallowing cum. Within a few years, the desire to take cock in my ass overwhelmed my fear and I was taking bare cock. The last 5 years I’ve been taking all cock bare and without question. I have actually become Poz friendly and I’m enjoying my love of taking all cocks

So, no, really. The problem isn’t two parties grifting, the problem is first past the post voting. Until you can get ranked choice voting through, nothing else is going to work. In the meantime, third parties are the worst thing that could happen as they only siphon off votes from the party closer to it. Any political campaign will require funding for advertising, staff, and legal expenses. If you somehow got RCV enacted everywhere today, you’d still have politicians seeking donations. CGP Grey has good voting system tutorial videos on his YouTube channel, go look them up. Finally, it’s embarrassing to see someone write that both parties are the same they’ve been for decades. The Democrats are much better on social issues than even a decade ago, but much better than the 90s when the HRC promised they could get Employment Non-Discrimination through, but only if we abandoned trans people. At least there’s less trans hate now from the Democrats. Meanwhile, Republicans have hitched their wagon to the cowardly Nazi team. If you can’t see the difference in the two parties, you need to look much, much harder. Sure, Democrats are disappointing, but Republicans are just evil root and branch, so that’s where we are near term. Probably mid term, also.

One other thing I'd like to quibble over. Putin didn't just "seize upon... a happy event"; he helped create that event, and has been doing so for at least a decade, per our intelligence services. He's been gaming social media with sock puppets and botnets, not just promoting Donald Trump, but also advocating people to strongly oppose him - thus deepening the gulf between the two sides here. I'm not saying that without Putin Americans would all come together in peace and harmony; but I think it's undeniable his social media campaign to divide the country has made that infinitely harder. And yes, Hair Furor played right into his hands; Putin is a master manipulator and knew exactly what buttons to push for the last 20 years to get Trump on his side.

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…

I call BS on this too. Not that Democrats are paragons of honesty and virtue, but they at least live within the realm of the actual, not the mythological universe in which most Republicans seem to live, where millions of fraudulent votes somehow got past massive election security to cheat their hero, the Mango Mussolini, out of his second term. (Not one of those assholes ever manage to explain how the vote forgers only cast votes against Trump, but not against all the GOP senators and representatives who were almost to a person returned to office.) That's above and beyond the very, very real differences in policy between the two. Anyone who thinks "the parties are the same" is an idiot.

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.

I have used condoms that are 23 years old I been saving to reuse on someone

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

He was right to be wary. l’m actually surprised how many clean men take a chance by sticking their cocks into either one of you polluted fuckholes. Men probably get infected with STDs just by looking at you.

Getting a faggot to suck your cock with an audience is a great way to get them to own what they are and comfortable with letting everyone know that they are a cocksucking faggot. Same goes with fucking them up the ass with an audience. Once you get a slut over it’s inhibitions about being known as a cumdump, it can really start getting used by more and more men. It can give up on trying to pretend to be a man and take it’s rightful place on it’s knees, serving men. l like to make shy young faggots suck my cock where it absolutely knows other people are going to see them blowing me. lt is just a step towards becoming completely uninhibited fucktoys. once they own it and everyone knows what a cockhungry faggot they are, they can just take loads wherever, whenever, dress like whores and cruise in public for cock. Plus the more men who see you sucking cock, the more men who will offer you their cocks to suck. I own a boy who’s dad caught him blowing guys and getting fucked but didnt start fucking his boys pussy until he saw his son whoring his ass on the street dressed like a tranny hooker.

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…

I woke up later that night still feeling like crap. A massive headache, body aches, cold and sweats. Daddy came in with some water and i sat up and drank a few sips. "How are you feeling", he asked "Like crap but happy. I am glad i am finally pregnant with your baby", i told him He smiled and leaned in and gave me soft yet sensual wet kiss. I opened my mouth and let his invading tongue in my accepting mouth. I felt his hand work towards my ass, and i lifted up one leg to allow him access to my hole. His other hand was on my hard cock. "I see you are still hard", he said smiling "I am and have been all night. It weird i am in so much pain and misery but when i wake up to roll over, i notice my cock is hard. I am so excited that i am having your baby", i said softly "I am too.", Daddy said as he rolled my on my side and climbed on the bed and replaced his fingers with his cock and gently worked it in. I just lay there limp letting him take me. "Your pussy is so wet and tight ". Your pussy and my cock were meant for each other. You know i was meant to breed your and make you pregnant and have my baby+", he said in my ear "Yes Daddy from the first time we met i know i wanted to mate with you and give myself to you. I am not happy unless you take me and own me. I am yours", i said moaning as he fucked me With those words he started to pound me me good. He then wrapped his hand around my cock and started to massage it in the same tempo he was fucking me. My eyes closed and i just lay there in pure bliss knowing i was going to get another load of my Daddy's seed in me. He fucked me like that for what seemed like another 20 minutes and i finally shot and my cunt spasmed around his fuck stick that was in me and i felt his expand and shoot in me. "Uhhhh here you go boy take my seed. I am making your cunt mine. Your whole body belongs to me", he moaned as he shot his poz load in me. After he was done he pulled out gave me his cock to clean which i gladly did and then he put a butt plug in me. "I want it to soak into your cunt", he said as he left I dozed off to sleep happy with more of my Daddy's hot cum in me. The morning i woke up around 10am. I felt a little better but still had body aches and a fever. Daddy helped me out of the bed and took me to tub of warm water he had prepared. I soaked in it and washed myself off. Daddy helped to clean me and dry me off and then took me back to a bed with clean linen. I sat up and drank some soup that he brought to me along with some ginger ale. After i ate half the soup i lay back down and went to sleep. I would awake later that afternoon with Daddy fucking me slowly inseminating my pussy again with his hot charged load. It would be like that over the next couple of days. Daddy stayed at home with me and took care of me. He made sure i was hydrated, fed and most important bred at least 2x per day. On day 5 I felt almost fully recovered. I still felt tired if i exerted myself too much but other than that felt fine. It was about 6pm and i had made dinner and was waiting for Daddy to come home. I was dressed in off white lace thong panties and wore nipple rings. As he walked into the house he saw me. "My little whore looks better now. Somebody's pussy all wet", he smiled and asked me I walked over to him dropped on my knees and pulled down his pants and underwear and sucked voraciously on his huge meat. After a couple minutes of sucking his cock we took it over to the couch. He pulled down my panties, lifted my legs and ate my ass out. "Ohhhh Daddy eat my pussy please", i moaned He ate me out and fingered my getting my cunt all wet. Then he put his mammoth cock at the entrance of my cunt and pushed it in. As always it hurt but also felt so good. It had been a while since he rammed me hard and he was hungry. "I am going to fuck the shit out of bitch", he said as he started to pound my hole "Yes Daddy please fuck me like your whore, your slut. Fuck me hard, ram me, wreck my hole please", he cried With that he started to ram me with passion and anger. He didnt care if i was enjoying it or not, i was just a hole a piece of meat. He was fucking me so hard and throwing me all over the couch in different positions he was turning my insides into mush and wrecking them. I luved when he took me like this. It made me feel so animalistic and primal. I was there just there as a cunt to pleasure him, a body to use and a pussy to fill with his hot load. I let him do with me as he wish and loved every minute of it. When i was on all fours and fucking me from behind sometimes he would grab my hair to pull me back up and lean my back into this chest. The he played with my nipples, twisting them, using the clamps as handles. "OOOOOWwwwwww", i cried as he twisted and pulled my nipple hard "Shut up bitch take it. You know you love your nipples being played with", he commanded He knew me too well. Yes it hurt like crap but it also felt incredible. In fact so incredible i almost came. Leaning back into him we share a wet sloppy kiss with his tongue raping my mouth. Then his mouth went on the side of my neck and hit my sweet spot, first kissing then sucking then biting. That along with him working over my nipples i started to come. My cunt clamped down on his meat and he moaned knowing he was going to shoot a hot load into me. "Ohhhh here you go bitch", he moaned as he shot 6 spurts into my cunt. After he calmed down he pulled out, i turned around and cleaned him off and we kissed deeply. We fell back on the couch with him on top of me and he was between my legs. We stayed there and just made out. It was beautiful. The next day he had to work and i ran errands preparing for school and looking for a job. I noticed the clinic where i went to get tested was looking for a nurses assistant. When i pulled up the job it said office or work experience without a degree is ok and they offered on the job training. I filled in the online application and submitted it. Daddy came home with Mexican food for dinner. After dinner he said he wanted to go to a bar and hang out. "Now that you are converted and i have marked you as my own we are moving on to the next step of you being a good whore", he said He told me to dress up in the new outfit he brought home. I went to go and change. He had brought me a hot pink and black jock strap that had the word "whore" on the back strap in hot pink, and tight short mesh shorts where you could see what was underneath and a back slit so you could easily access my hole. I also put on a thin leather collar and tight tank top with holes for my nipples to come out. I also put on the nipple magnet clips. He also got me thigh high sheer black socks which look a little like stockings and boots. The boots were black matte leather ankle high with a fat heel. When I put them on the height of the heel made me stand up so my ass pushed out a bit. I put on a little mascara to thicken my lashes but not lengthen them. When i was done i looked in the mirror and even i had to admit if i were a top id fuck the shit out of me. I looked like a sexy whore you would find working the corner. My Daddy came up from behind me, wrapped one arm around my waist and the other grabbing my chest and nipples with his mouth on my neck i just leaned back into him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my hole. "You look so delicious and cheap. They are going to have fun with you tonight", he said I look a little startled. " Who is they", i asked "You will see", he said. I grinded my ass against his hard cock trying to get him to fuck me. "Daddy please fuck me please", i begged "No bitch. You are not getting my seed right now. You are going to be a good whore tonight", he said I was both excited and scared of what was going to happen tonight.

Chapter 8 The guy replied “ Shut the fuck up or I will rip our hole with my that, and that will only be for starters. This was not going the way the Pig had hoped but he was still craving anything so he figured he would let it go for now. Little did he know that this was spiraling out of his control very quickly. It was about that time that the other guy’s phone rang, he answered it and the Pig couldn’t make out what all was being said. His concentration want what it normally was, Between the craving in his loins an the tong in his ass he was barely able to comprehend anything other than the pleasure of his lower body was getting. When the guy hung up he said a couple of his friends wanted to see if they could see hat is going on. They couldn’t make it right now but if all looks good they would definitely be up for a bareback tag team at a later date. The Pig asked how that would work and the guy said he can use his phone and publish it live time for them. He also said that since the Pig had the hood no one would know who was getting his ass railed. The pig said that it sounded OK to him. The one guy was done cleaning the Pig’s ass and hole and was now using his fingers to stretch the hole. One of them grabbed some rope and tied the Pig’s arms to his knees. In this position the Pig was ass up and could not change anything. He was in total control of the 2 guys that were about to broadcast him getting who knows what up his ass. They also wrapped some smaller rope around his cock and balls. This felt weird to the Pig but at the same time it was exciting. One of the guys played with his cock until it started to get hard then stopped. With the binding on his cock it was almost painful. The guy used his fingers and flicked the Pig’s ball. This hurt some and he said “ Hey, that hurts, stop doing that “ The guy said but it looked so good on the video. He did it again and the Pig said “ Stop, that is really tender and it isn’t feeling good on my nuts “. The guy replied “ You asked for it and let us tie you up so shut up and take it like a man “. He added “ Everybody is watching and texting what they want to see you subjected to “. The Pig said “ Everybody “/ The guy responded “ I guess I forgot to tell you I opened this to anyone in a chat room we use. I think you have 20 watchers “. About that time the other guy poured lube up the guys hole and started stretching him open, He had 4 fingers from one hand and a couple from the other embedded on the Pigs stretched and sore hole. He was using them to open the hole wider. The Pig was coming down from the Tina piss and this was not as much fun as it was before. He didn’t know why and figured it was just him getting tired. The one guy told the one with the fingers in his ass that he wanted to fuck this Pig and said that the viewers wanted to see him knock up the Bitch. The guy with the Fingers up the Pig’s ass pulled out and the Pig said this is all he had left from earlier and asked if he should put it in the Pig. It was a small shard and the other guy said “ Sure. Might as well get him going “. With that they dropped the shard into the gaping hole of the Pig. He said “ As stretched as he is I doubt he felt it go in “. The other guy said “ Yeah, but he will. This is some good shit “. The Guy with the bigger cock said “ I need to fuck this faggot.” He asked the Pig “ are you ready for me to knock up your ass Pig “?. The Pig was already feeling the effects of the shard that was put in his ass. He didn’t understand what it was but it felt great and he needed anything up his ass. That familiar craving was coming back and although his once virgin ass was sore he had an uncontrollable need to get something in his butt again. He replied “ Yes, anything. Please help me “. With that the one guy moved over and the other guy hovered over that gaping slit of a cunt and pushed the fat mushroom head of his cock into the Pig. The head popped in with little or no resistance. He looked over at the other guy and said “ You really do have this ass loosened up “. “ I have felt tighter cunts on women”. With that he sank his cock into the upturned but in front of him. He pushed until his balls were lapping on the Pig’s cheeks. The Pig said “ That feels good. Lease give me more “ The Meth was really kicking in and the Pig would be in heat all night and possibly tomorrow.

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……..

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

Missionary top or bottom. I like to watch a guy's face as we breed.

All cumdumps should behave like this worthless, diseased faggot whore. Tops don’t exist for your pleasure. You exist to get used by men who want to get off. Nothing about the males fucking you should ever matter to a cumdumpster faggot, ladyboy whore. Just get on your hands and knees and let whatever males want, mount you, fuck you and breed you. Then thank them. Taking their load is your true reward. Cumdumps dont “let” men fuck them. Whores like this have no say in who fucks the, where they do them, how they fuck them or how many men. You’re more like a toilet for cum than a human. Any man can walk in off the street and piss in a public urinal. Likewise, faggots like this wore know that any man that wants to fuck them raw has that right, no matter what their age, or what they look like or anything else. And they never have the right to ask a man to wear a condom. This piece of sh!t is currently laying on a dirty mattress with a bunch of dirty old men blasting load after load of dirty cum into her loose, sloppy pussy and pissing all over her worthless, wasting body, and she couldn’t be any happier about it.

Hell no never shave or wax your back. If im fucking a bear, back hair is perfectly ok. And back hair is sexy.

Wow thats beautiful!

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.

+1,000 Also, 0 attitude & 0 drama. Good pussy cumpdump ain't no Queen of the Hill and hopefully doesn't get a mug shot on COPS.

I love when the bottom suck my dick after I fucked him. But I never had the chance to eat a cummy hole. I really have to try !

Raw, poz, rim, piss, kink, party, clouds, slam

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

Chapter 6 There were about six booths in total, all with doors ajar expect one. I didn't know if the sex sounds were guys in the booth or from the porn playing. A tall handsome 30 something guy was leaning against a wall scrolling through his phone. Looking up he caught my eye and motioned for me to move closer. He opened his jeans showing me his beautiful big seven inch hardon with the most awesome upward curve. He pointed to an open booth with his eyes and we were inside before I could think. His pants were around his knees and I was kneeling on the floor with his cock in my mouth. I worked it for a while and his balls were pulling up nice and tight when he lifted me up and told me he wanted to fuck me. Once again, without thinking, I turned around, bent over, and his raw cock was pushing into me with only spit for lube. The danger of the situation only dawned on me when he bottomed out. My mind raced; 'Fuck! Yet another stranger fucking me bareback. And I didn't asked him a thing. This has to stop.' But his cock felt so good hitting my prostate I found I couldn't open my mouth or pull away. After a moment or two he pulled away and started to pull up his pants. I asked why he was leaving. "I just bred your ass man. Thanks " I checked with my finger and sure enough my hole was sloppy. When I was back in my clothes and leaving the booth two men in their 50's came into the booth area. The tallest of them pushed me back inside. He reached into the back of my jeans and finding my hole wet spun me around, dropped my pants and started fucking me with his small cock. Within seven pumps he was loading my guts. He left and without a word his friend stepped in and picked up where he had left off, accept this guy had a medium thick eleven inch man meat. My mind kept screaming 'get the fuck out of here, another stranger's in in you raw, what the fuck is the matter with you?" But my ass just kept pushing back and welcoming his pistonning action. He lasted about ten minutes before I could hear his soft moans. From the twitching I knew I was getting filled by yet another stranger. As I was proceeding to leave the store the young guy behind the counter winked and asked if I'd had a good time. "The wet spot at the ass of your shorts makes me think you did." I blushed back at him and noticed just how sexy he was. Rough looking, scruffy beard, slim sinewy shoulders exposed by a wife beater t. Lots of tattoos on his arms and shoulders. "There's usually a lull at this time of day. Why don't you come back here and help me pass the time." "No, I really should get going, but thanks." "Awe, I get it, such a good boy" he teased. That's when my brain flipped and I remembered my pact with myself. "Fuck it" I said, "sure." His pants were already off when I got behind the counter. I fumbled to get out of mine as his average seven inch cock slid deep down my throat. I froze when I heard the front door bell announce new arrivals. His hands just kept working my head so I silently kept sucking as he also proceeded to serve the two customers. They immediately headed for the back room booths. I took a closer look at the tattoo on the clerk's left thigh ... a scorpion poised to sting! I came out of my shocked daze and realized he was talking to me, "I'm ready to fuck you now, bend over this stool." And I did! His raw cock had no trouble entering my well lubricated hole and my brain was screaming, 'AGAIN?!'

Chapter 4 The ginger bear and I continued to snog as four more loads were pumped into my guts. In the meantime the bear got a great pounding and one more load delivered with a great roar. Ginger bear suggested we leave now that our load counts were even. We scrambled around to find our strewn clothes and headed out of the woods. As I was unlocking my bike the bear invited me to his place. I tossed my bike in the back of his pickup and we were on the road. I began to worry about all the cum I had taken and asked if I should have asked status before taking cocks bare. He responded; "It's up to you kid. Maybe in the future, but it's a little late to worry about tonight." Delivered with a good natured laugh. It was not long 'til we arrived at his town house. He unlocked and invited me in the front door. The door was no sooner closed than we were snogging and ripping off each other's clothes. Both naked he pulled me up the stairs and threw me onto his king size bed. It smelled fresh, the sheets had been dried outdoors. I lay on my back and his big hairy body lay over me like a comfy quilt. He looked me straight in the eye. "So what would you like to happen here young man?" "Shit ... I don't know ... what do you want?" "I want to fuck your no longer virgin ass. " "Holy fuck ... you are massive ... I don't think I can manage it ... even with all this cum for lube. " "Don't worry, I'll open you up slowly. It won't be long 'til you beg for bigger. " "Holy shit ... I don't know... um... oh fuck it! Yeah ... fuck me , fuck me now!" He rolled me over, ate and tongue fucked my ass for the longest time. Then he started messaging and penetrating my hole with his thick fingers. He had amazing skills. When he figured I was ready he lay on his back and told me to sit on his cock; "That way you'll be in control. " I climbed on the beautiful hairy hill of his body and together we lined up his massive cock head with my hole. I tried to sit down but there was no way it was going in. He reached into his bedside table and brought out a small brown bottle. Uncapping it he took a few sniffs in each nostril. I followed his lead. My head immediately began to spin and warmth flooded my body. He encouraged me to take two more long hits per nostril. With head spinning and ass so fuckin horny I just squatted on his pole and three inches popped inside. He smiled and encouraged: "Sit on down. You're doing great. Take a bit more. " I pushed down and two more inches eased into me. As I stroked the hair on his chest and tummy he slowly and gently started to fuck me from below. After a dozen pumps he was eight inches in. I felt like I was riding a telephone pole. I was encouraged to take a few more sniffs and I was soon fully impaled loving the feel of his thick furry bush on my naked ass and taint. Again he smiled and asked; "You ready to get fucked kid?" "Five guys have already fucked me tonight, that makes six today... but, yeah, I'm ready for you to fuck the living daylights out of this newbie ass man. " And fuck me he did. First from the bottom, then missionary, then doggy. I lost track of all the positions and angles as well as the time. Back in missionary for the third time I could tell by his ragged breathing that he was getting close. His words confirmed my suspicions: "Where do you want my load kid?" "Inside me of course ... please, NO, NO ... WAIT ... what 's your HIV status?" "Poz " "Undetectable?" "Fuck no, no meds here kid, massive viral load. "

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.