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As someone who's really getting mature age wise I still get hit on by twink which is flattering but tonight's one was so hot I nearly combusted lol. Hey wyut... a message pinged for me so I checked his profile out..... Looking at the pics I immediately thought it must be a fake profile as he was way too cute to be local..... Messaged back... I'm just out shower, douched and laying naked on bed...... He replied - I'm horny can I come fuck you right now. This beautiful young man was local but born from Pakistani parents... 19 yrs old, very cute I mean VERY CUTE, slim build but not skinny, 5ft 11 tall and the pics I received showed a thick 8 inch circumcised cock.... The app showed he was 355 feet away so I replied YES including my address thinking he was trolling and would flake..... He replied "c u in 5" I quickly straightened my bed and still naked went into my front room with lights out to watch from window..... 4 mins later a dark dressed figure appears outside and a message pings "I'm here"........ I replied to come in and went to open front door. I was nearly floored by how handsome he was as he stepped over the threshold..... We exchanged niceties... I closed the door behind him and excitedly led him right into the bedroom..... His clothes were off in 30 seconds and he stood there like an angel fallen from heaven just for me. I then spent the next 4 hours taking 5 loads, very hard deep fucking in every position, sweat dripping everywhere, cum leaking everywhere .... Its the best fuck I've had in 10 years (I remember most of them).....we chatted inbetween..... He was lovely and open..... My holes puffy and stinking of cum...... He adores that. The good thing Is he adores older guys too especially bottoms..... He said he can c me again soon as we live so close.... Reckon he will come breed me tomorrow again.... Fingers crossed.

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.

To the OP.....are you a gay man who gets off degrading/being degraded by other gay men? Just as some black men find the 'n' word offensive, the 'f' word is offensive to me. I identify as QUEER because like me, it's bold and in your face!

I'll dish out compliments to guys at any distance, but unless there's some reasonable probability of actual colocation in the foreseeable future, I won't add any sexual fantasy material. I figure it's always nice to be appreciated.

Exactly ^^^^^, I agree with above and what harm is it really doing? The world is a upside down place of late and its good that people can reach out across the world, even taking the time to say what a nice ass you got. If you dont want it, tell them or block them I guess.

Just a day ago. My buddy persuaded me to go to the cruising bar again. Not because I wouldn’t want to go but I had awful weeks in work and I was dead tired. So we went. However we spent the night separately. Although we watched eachother and talked during the breaks we didn’t have mutual adventures. Just after minutes that we arrived, I headed to the dark room. My sweatpants under my ass, offering my bare cheeks because I was wearing a jockstrap. And my dick was pulled out. On my upper body there was only a sleeveless hoodie with zipper. I like it because my sweaty hairy armpits are out and I open it letting to be free for others to touch my hairy chest, nipples, etc. I felt hands around my chest, gripping my breasts, fingers crumbling my nipples and other hands around my erected dick and touching my ass. I immediately gave in to the feeling of the orgy. I started kissing one guy after another and soon bent down to suck a cock, clearly offering my ass for fucking. Which happened soon. A guy push his dick in my ass and smeared a huge amount of lube in my hole with his pre-cum. He ended without coming in me so I turned around pushing my ass to the dick I sucked until then. It was pushed in me immediately and the guy to whom the dick belonged started to fuck me intensely. I got newer and newer dicks in my mouth still he was fucking me so quick and hard that I couldn’t suck anymore. I knew that he was close and fuck yes he started to cum moaning loudly. He shot many loads. Finally I turned around, crouched and cleaned his dick with my tongue. I straightened up and felt the jizz was leaking and dripping over my legs. As other guys felt my freshly charged hole, on fucked me after the other. I lost to count them since one after the other grabbed my ass pulling it onto their dicks. I can say I was popular. Some of them was so big that I was sniffing my poppers continuously. Finally a shorter guy pulled me to the corner, tossed me to the wall and pounding like no tomorrow. His dick twitched some strongly and as his dick slipped out I felt his jizm leaking out. I was very horny and felt I needed some ass for breading. I found one soon and I started to finger it. I felt it wet. However, I wasn’t sure if it was lube or cum. I pushed my cock in and started to fuck the guy. Another stepped behind me and pushed his dick in me. I was moving in the middle but after a while it wasn’t comfortable for the bottom so he stood up and left. I was a bit dizzy because there was a crowd and not enough air and the huge amount of poppers seemed to be too much. I drunk some juice and went to the back room. There was some guys, a couple was sucking, others were stroking their dicks and watching the couple. I started to jerk and soon I found myself kneeling and sucking cocks. I found a guy sitting and visible eager for sucking. I pulled his head onto my dick. After a while he turned around went on his fourth and I fucked him. A guy behind me fucked me while I was fucking the other. Somehow it ended and I went back to the sucking circle in the middle because I was hungry for sucking. Later a guy pulled up started to kiss me while he was playing with my dick. He whispered in my ear to follow him into a cubicle. We went to the biggest one where another couple was already having sex. He started to suck me and then he turned around, bent to the wall. I started to finger him. He was extremely wet. Then I went on my knees and started to eat his ass. God it was full with jizm. I stood up and started to pound his ass. I fucked him for ten minutes when I felt that I was close but somehow I couldn’t come. So, ate his ass again which always makes me extremely horny. It happened so again and when I shoved back my dick not much later emptied my balls into his hole. I was exhausted so I needed some break. Nevertheless, my hornyness was stronger than my tiredness so I went to the cruising tour from the dark room until the back room again and again. I found some cocks and mouthes for sucking but nothing special. Finally I met a guy with big curly hair but smooth chest. As it turned out later he came from Brazil. He had a huge monster between his legs. We were kissing first, then I sucked his nipples. I continued with his dick. Gosh he knew how to destroy my throat. My saliva was flowing out to everywhere. When I straightened up he whispered in my ear if I wanted to be fucked. I nodded. He was sweet as he grabbed my hand and led me over the bar to a cubicle. He undressed fully and forced me to suck him. When his dick was fully covered with my saliva he pulled me up, tossing to the wall and banged me careless. He was moaning and yelled that he was coming and He wanted to paint my face. Although I prefer to be bred, as a bottom I am obedient so I turned around and went on my knees. He shot so much that I could get his cock into my mouth and swallow the rest. Then I cleaned his dick. As it’s said it’s better to finish at the top so I cleaned myself and headed home charged up in both holes.

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.

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.

Hey Horny people sorry I have been gone a while between, life stuff, being ill and writers block couldn't really get inspired to write. That being said I have a new chapter and already working on the next one so I hope you all enjoy. I will try keep releasing at least monthly but no promises. As always sorry about spelling and punctuation trying to improve and writing this seems to be helping, also I love reading your comments your all amazing and thank you for all the love ❤️ 12 - The beginning of the end The creature that had once been Andy opened its jet back eyes the change had been brutally fast, so much potent toxic cum had made sure of that. Its body was no longer that of a broken spirited husband, it was toned and sleek all fat burned away in the change just like his mind burned clean of responsibility, shame and doubt now filled just with a need to fuck, breed and spread his new gift to free others as he had been freed. It rose from the ground and flexed its new muscles watching them and how they moved under the tight grey skin how the black veins danced and moved, pulsing slowly with their otherworldly toxic glow. It stopped and sniffed the air picking up the pheromones of the creator faint now. It felt its cock twitch at the smell and it let out a low guttural moan it needed to breed and feed, it stalked though the tall grass heading for distant lights. ….......................................................................... Jamie stumbled out of the club his girlfriend having to hold him up. Her face a mask of anger, she had never been so embarrassed in her life, not that Jamie noticed he just drunkenly waved the bottle of vodka he has stolen from behind the bar. one of the many incidents that had got them kicked out of the club at only 11pm so now with no car and no signal wondering blindly in the middle of a warehouse district. Laura stumbled down the road with him periodically looking at her phone hoping she could get some signal and cursing whoever thought it was a good idea to put clubs out here. during another brief pause to check her cell service was when Jamie moved in for must have been the 12 attempt to give her a drunken kiss with the words “im sho sowwey babe I love you shhhow much ya know” this was the final straw she pushed him back against the wall of the warehouse, where he slid slowly to the ground giggling as he did, which pissed her off even more. She looked down at the 23-year ex frat boy soon to be lawyer they had gone out to celebrate him getting a job at a good law firm but after only 2 hours he was a mess. She suspected he had taken something or possibly slipped something. her eyes took in his chestnut brown hair that had broken free of its wax and hung over his eyes; his shirt was undone showing off his toned chest and abs dusted with hair and a dark trail leading from his belly button down under his pants which were tight enough to show the outline of his member even in this light she bit her lip lost in erotic thoughts. He caught her looking and blew an exaggerated kiss and rubbed his budge, Laura remembered why she was so angry and shook her head letting out a growl of frustration. Any sexy thought she had been having was destroyed by the rising tide anger and embarrassment of being asked to leave In front of their friends, who she fucking knew would be tweeting pictures of what just happened gods she hoped they didn’t have video. “Just stay the fuck there for fuck's sake I'm going to try get signal and hopefully get uber to come to this shithole pick me up and take me home! …. if you're lucky I may even tell him to pick you up too!” the words leaving her lips in a snarl as she turned and stormed off leaving Jamie sat on the floor not even looking back. Jamie watched bemused as Laura stormed off, he was unsure why she was so upset he was having a great time. A dark alleyway across the street garbed his attention as the thought slowly entered his alcohol addled brain that he needed a piss. Jamie blinked then clumsily stood using the wall to steady himself, he stumbled and weaved his way across the street and into the alleyway Half way across he started get Lucky, loudly out of tune and only really knowing one line. He entered the ally and eyed up the wall before awkwardly undoing his belt and jeans one handed as the other hand was still griping his looted bottle of vodka. This took all his concentration the last get lucky died on his lips as he struggled with the buttons. After a more than brief struggle the jeans surrendered and fell in a heap around his ankles soon followed by his boxer shorts, exposing his ample cut cock and gym sculpted ass to the open air. He rested his head on the brickwork and looked down at his semi hard cock with a dopy drunken grin “hey buddy can see your awake” he shook it a few times and shuddered as it spat a stream of gold at the wall, he watched the waterfall of piss dribble down the brickwork and pool on the concrete by his boots. Muttering to himself Jamie shook the last drops of piss from his junk and tried to bend down and pull up his boxers from around his ankles. a task made more difficult being one handed, off-balance and drunk. while he was bent down feebly pawing at the garments which got stuck on his calf causing him to stumble, he started noticing the pretty green light pulsing like a heartbeat and making his shadow dance, he gave up on the cloths when he felt someone close behind him “I knew you would be bak … car get enough of the … python” he slurred Shaking his stiffening cock. a new musky smell in the air making him incredibly horny. Jamie started to shuffle around his eyes had not even left the brick wall when a slate grey hand clamed across his mouth, his drunken mind struggled to react as second arm wrapped him around the waist pinning his arms in what felt like a band of iron. the bottle of vodka slipped from his grasp as he tried to feebly struggle against the immense strength, shattering on the concrete floor the expensive vodka pooling with the puddle of piss around at his feet. He was pulled back slamming into a body that felt like it was carved from rock the hard impact causing him to breath in sharply his lungs again filling with the intoxicating musk, against his will his cock rose full mast the 8 inches bouncing in the cool night air. He noticed the strange green light was pulsing faster now, he also felt his ass pressed against something that was growing hard pushing between his legs. Jamie tried to scream but the hand muffled the sound. He felt the face of the thing behind him rub against his cheek and he continue to try and struggle and scream. It sniffed him letting out a strange purring growl as it licked from his cheek up his neck leaving a cool trail that felt strangely numb if he wasn’t so panicked, he would have said felt nice … great even. The wet tongue was now at his ear, first licking around it the hot breath of the creature making him shudder slightly then probing in and pushing the intoxicating saliva further inside the ear canal. This causing the young man to shudder more and buck, the screaming faltered for a moment at the almost orgasmic sensation he was feeling, his hand reaching for his painfully hard cock and began to rub the straining meat with a gasp and moan lost in the pleasure. The creature that had once been Andy took this moment of weakness to let go of Jamie's waist and grab its own toxic leaking tool now swollen to its full thirteen inches. Its hand still over the man's mouth it stepped back and rubbed the venomous dripping cock up the young man's vulnerable exposed crack stopping just as it was touching the twitching hole seeming to massage the tip, the creature moaned the potent juices already pooling and seeping inside it’s prays hole. Jamie snapped out of the euphoria at the slimy now burning sensation of something massive pushing up against his entrance, even in his drunken state he knew what it was adrenaline and panic flooded though him he tried to struggle but it was already too late. The creature pushed in hard and without mercy, the tight ass put up a fight for a few seconds before it gave out with an audible pop, allowing the hazarders meat slid inside stretching and tearing its way through his delicate insides. The virus finding so many pathways to convert the screaming man. Jamie's world was white hot pain and he was entered and that agony only intensified with each inch pushed forcefully inside him he continued to scream into his maker's hand. After what to him seemed an eternity, he felt himself pulled tight against the creature solid chest again the scratching of pubes against his torn-up hole signalling it was now fully inside him. Andy stopped for a moment its throbbing cock fully inside it’s pray giving the virus time to start the changes that would soon rip though this host. the boy's velvety wet insides were squeezing and milking him as he struggled, wiggling and bucking to unimpale himself from Andy's virus ridden member so very deep inside him. only causing the deadly precum to flow faster speeding up the transformation and increasing the creature's pleasure. Andy nuzzled the young man's face making soothing sounds as the young man now sobbed and whimpered in agony. Its hand wrapped around Jamie's waist again as it started to move its hips slow at first eliciting a gasp from the young man possibly pleasure possibly pain at this point Andy did not care, the need had set in again the need to feed to breed to pass on its genes to this fertile man. At first it was unbearable like being fucked by a white-hot poker, tearing his insides apart he wanted to black out to stop the pain but that faded quicker than Jamie would have thought possible the thirty seconds of agony being replaced with a strange pleasure, As something inside him was touched and rubbed the pleasure only increased as the thing behind him fucked him faster and rougher the large balls of the creature slapping against his taint sending more waves of pleasure though that spot inside, he flailed like a rag doll his hands griping the arm that has moved from his mouth to around his neck pulling him close and slightly choking him allowing only whimpers and gasps of pleasure. The pleasure was building as a pleasant burning heat entered his veins and spread across his body from his now destroyed hole, he barely noticed being pushed up against the wall as Andy tried to get more leverage the giant cock now sending waves of euphoria though him each time it slammed into him followed by the loud slap of its balls. Jamie has started pushing his body back to meet each bone shaking impact to get more pleasure deeper inside him. One hand was wrapped around his cock again moving Intime with Andy's thrusts the green light flashing faster and faster as the pressure and pleasure built, he knew neither would last much longer as he whimpered out his approaching orgasm. Jamie's mind still under the effects of the alcohol did not put up much of a fight against the change burning though it within seconds the man known as Jamie was fading away the law degree, memories of his life, will power, fear, anxiety, stress all started to faded away under the heat of the change now engulfing his body. Jamie could feel a change in the creature behind him it was hard to think through the alcohol, fog seeping into his mind and the almost unbearable pleasures being inflicted on him, but he knew what that breathing meant and he could feel the giant cock inside him get harder and larger filling him up totally … was this how it had felt for the women he had fucked them? the thought barely registered in Jamie’s mind when Andy grunted came his rhythm faulting as he pulled the boy down as far as he would go on his cock, it was like a geyser blasting the boys insides the thick black cum pumped out of His Toxic weapon in waves not spurts each as powerful as the last Andy let out a scream of victory. Jamie felt the cum fill him as the heat increased from pleasure to agony as the virus claimed him as its own burning away any human weakness wherever it touched, continuing its dark purpose of moulding this man into a perfect being. He started convulsing as he came spurting the last of his pure pearlescent cum across a filthy ally wall the young would be lawyer was aware of the creature still holding him as there both shook from orgasm. it felt almost loving and comforting in those corded strong arms as he felt himself fade away, little but little, bit by bit he was disappearing into the darkness as it moved in to burn away the last of his mind and reshape him into his new form body, mind and soul his final though as Jamie before he signed and let himself go forever was, I hoped Laura got that Uber. Andy held the convulsing man until his toxic cock went soft slipping from the now gaping hole its job done its venomous payload delivered, as it flopped out a wave of oil black cum and blood soon followed spilling down his creations legs and feet flowing across the concrete and mixing with the piss and vodka forming a black shimmering cocktail. He lay the young man down in the pool with all the reverence of a priest baptizing a child, noticing the grey creep slowly across the boy's skin, the transformation should be fast thanks to his gift from the progenitor. With a satisfied smile it moved to the wall sniffing it and letting out the growling purr as it licked the pure seamen from the brickwork if anyone had been watching they would have seen it grow in muscle mass and size as it feed the light pulsing brighter for a moment. It moved from its meal still licking the cream from its lips as it looked down at its creation again as the young creature that had been Jamie convulsed and moaned at the changes being inflicted on his body that it was not designed to handle but was now destined to undergo. Andy went to lay with its new creation but it sniffed the air standing quickly at the smell of male pheromones. There were more men near, the need was returning fast at the thought he licked his lips as his deadly tool began to grow hard again and off into the darkness he prowled for fresh cum and fresh pray, leaving Jamie convulsing in the shimmering pool of filth. ….................................................................................... It was only 3 minutes later when Laura walked back with her friends Gale, Kara who had both left the club to find the pair worried about them in this area at night with no ride home. When they had bumped into Laura distraught crying on a step near the club staring at a dead phone, they knew they had been right to worry. Gale had signal and agreed to call an Uber for them all after they had calmed Laura down hearing the whole story about Jamie and when they got back to fine him to make sure he was okay out here at night. Kara was worried he could have been mugged or worse in his drunken state. Laura reached the spot where Jamie had sat, it was quite with no sign of her drunken boyfriend or his bottle of stolen liquor she let out a sighed “oh for fuck's sake I left him right here!” Gale and Kara walked up looking concerned “he probably gone off with another dru..” the words died on Lauras lips as she looked into the alleyway and screamed.

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 “.

If someone wishes to tell me my ass looks good in pictures, he could live on Mars for all I care. It costs neither of us anything. And in a world heading to Hell in a handcart, it adds a tiny glimmer of positivity (no pun intended).

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.

My name is Thomas. I live in Davie, Florida. I am 5’ 8”, 145 pounds with pale white skin, green eyes and brown hair. The only hair on my body is on my head as I shaved everywhere else. A When I turned 18, and I told myself that I was going to use my birthday to lose my virginity, as I was still a virgin. I knew for some time that I was gay. I watched gay porn all the time and was particularly turned on by poz porn. I promised myself that for my first time that I wanted to be fucked by poz cock. As luck would have it , parents decided to get me a car for my 18th birthday. So that night, after everyone went to sleep I posted an add on Craigslist stating that it was my 18th birthday and that I wanted to get pozzed as my gift to myself. Within 20 minutes of posting my add I had 10 replies. I responded to each and asked if they were on or off meds. All, but 3 of them were on meds. So I decided to tell the other 7 they were out of the running and focused on the 3. The stats for the 3 were the first guy was black, 62, 6’ 4”, 250 pounds, bald with and 10” cock, the second guy was Hispanic, 33, 5’ 5”, 145 pounds, with curly hair and a 6” cock and the last guy was white, 5’ 9” 45 pounds, with a 6” cock. I decided that if I was going to lose my virginity and get pozzed I was going to go big so I told that black guy that he was the lucky winner. His name was Donte, and lived in Miramar Florida about a 20 minute drive from me. Donte asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. I said I was and then he gave me his address. I quietly snuck out of my house and headed to lose my virginity. About 25 minutes after I left my house, I pulled up donte’s house which was in a not so good neighborhood. I was super nervous but I knew that I wanted this and turned off my car and walked up to the door and knocked. Donte quickly answered the door with only a towel on. He let my in and guided me to the bedroom which was dark with only light being fat porn on mute on the tv and the only sound being techno music being played from an IHome speaker. I quickly undressed and laid on the bed. Donte dropped his towel showing off his big black cock which was 6” soft. Donte then laid on top of me and we started to make out. After a while Donte asked me if I was sure about this as once he stuck his cock in me he wasn’t pulling out that that his sperm was super potent and that I would get poz pregnant. I would him this is want I want and that I wanted him to impregnate me. With that Donte rolled over on the bed and told me to suck his cock. I tried my best to get as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, but it was just to big. That’s when Donte got off the bed and pulled my head over the edge of the bed, stood over me and started to face fucked me until I kept gagging on his cock. I could feel his cock get further and further down my throat as my gag reflexes seemed to give up. After what felt like 30 minutes of constant face fucking I finally was able to get all of dontes cock down my throat. My face was covered in pre cum and saliva, as his balls slapoed against my face. donte said that his cock was now ready to convert me. And he had me center myself on the bed, as he got on the bed. He then pulled my legs over his shoulders and lined up his cock to my boy pussy. I could feel the precum and saliva on my face begin to harden. Making it hard to open my eyes. Donte then came in for a long deep kiss and told me this was it. I won’t be leaving until I was impregnated. That’s when he rammed his cock in me. I tried to yell in pain, but he covered my mouth with his. Tears rolled down my face. It hurt so much. It felt like a baseball bat was in me. I was whimpering when he took his mouth off of mine, and he said I was no longer a virgin and that he was only half way. That’s when he took his whole cock out of me leaving me feeling empty. donte then rammed his cock in me again. I felt full inside and I could feel his cock in my stomach. I could see a bulge in my tummy from his cock. I could feel my ass muscles giving in as it tried to tighten and push dontes cock out, to no avail. Each penetration of dontes cock in me the tightening and pushing out of my boy pussy got weaker and weaker. Donte rammed his cock in me 5 or 6 times until I felt his balls against me. Donte then left his cock in me, until my ass finally stopped pulsating around his cock. That’s when he said I was finally open and went to town and long stroking his cock in and out of me. The sound of his balks clapping against my ass, and his and my grunting filled the room. After about 15 minutes of being dicked down the pain went away and pleasure took over. I started moaning loud and told Donte to fuck me harder and to breed me. Donte told me he was close to cumming and looked down at me starring me in the eyes. With our eyes locked Donte let out a loud yell, that’s when I felt his cock go deeper in me then before and his cock start to pulsate in me. I felt my insides get warm. After about 12 pulsates from dontes cock, Donte fell on top of me and said your now pregnant with my baby. We both fell asleep. A few hours later we woke up. Donte said are you ready for round two, as he had morning wood. I felt super sore but was also horny and said yes. That when Donte trapped lube from the top of his bedside dresser and rubber it on his cock and on my boy pussy. He told me that he wanted me to ride his cock. So I did my best to get up and lined my hole up to his cock. I then slowly lowered myself down. That’s when Donte grabbed my hip and pulled them down and raised his hips. Impaling me on his cock. I let out a loud moan. And went limp. Donte let his hips fall to the bed as he held my hips as to keep me impaled. After a minute or two of me just sitting there I started to move my hips, as the pain went away and the pleasure took over. that’s when my phone rang. It was my dad. Donte told me to answer the phone. I did as I was told. My dad asked me where I was and I told him in the best way I could trying to hold back moans that I had left to go to the gym. My dad told me to have a good work out and hung up. Donte laughed and said how would my dad feel knowing his white son was impaled on a old big poz black cock and was going to be pregnant with a poz black baby. My mind was gone at this point and I said I didn’t care and for Donte to cum in me and to give me his poz baby. after what felt like an hour of fucking Donte said are you ready for baby number 2, and grabbed my hips as he let out a load moan. I felt his cock pulsate in me as I could feel his cum fill my insides again. I then fell back in the bed, exhausted, covered in sweat and dontes cock leave my now ruined whole. After laying on the bed for a bit I rolled off the bed and got dressed. Donte told me to let him know when I got morning sickness and a positive pregnancy test. I told him I would as I left his house with my body being sore and my ass filled with cum. When I got to my house I took a shower and went on with my day. Donte and I fucked multiple times over the next month and then I got sick. I got the worst flu in my life. I told Donte this over the phone. He laughed and said it’s poz morning sickness, and to go and get a poz pregnancy test. I did as I was told and took a test. As luck would have it, it came back positive. I was indeed pregnant with a poz black baby. I was 18 and pregnant with a 62 year olds baby.

Maybe if I write this all down, I can maybe figure out why I did this. It all happened so fast. When I first started talking with Jordan on Grindr, I wouldn't have guessed that he was HIV positive. I know that you can't really tell but I just didn't expect such a hot guy to have HIV. It wasn't until our third date as we were walking through the French Quarter that Jordan revealed as much. Maybe it was because Jordan was so hot, or perhaps it was because I had had a boner for the previous half hour as I glanced at his bulge while we were walking and talking. For whatever the reason, I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be. I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be the first time I sucked off Jordan. And I wasn't shocked as I swallowed the big load delivered by his enviable, long and thick cock. So, I probably shouldn't have been shocked a couple of weeks later when I was laying in my bed face down as he was about to fuck me for the first time. He was so sweet and charming. He could have talked me into anything and he didn't even have to try and persuade me. It was two months of pent up desire: I HAD TO FEEL HIS DICK INSIDE ME, I wanted to scream. "Are you certain you don't want me to wear a condom?" he asked me. Okay, I guess it was more of a warning than a question. His question subtly reminded me he wasn't undetectable. He had explained that in switching meds his viral level was a "...little out of control." There was no reasoning with me, though, as I NEEDED him to fuck me, and I had to feel it raw. "Fuck me," was all I could manage to say in response. Before I knew it his tongue was in my hole and I was in heaven. And shortly thereafter his dick was slowly fighting its way into my tight hole. "Are you sure you want it?" he asked ever so gently. Only one response came to mind: "Fuck yes!" Jordan tried to reassure me or maybe persuade me. "We can stop at any point. Just say when you want me to stop." All I could focus on was the bliss of his thickness slowly plunging into me. I was somewhat surprised at how good it felt as in the past, even smaller cocks had hurt more. I suppose Jordan knew exactly how to fuck me. It was supposed to be this way, or so it seemed. Before I knew it, he was slowly pumping me all the way in and out. I can't explain how incredible it felt. In any event the experience was beyond intoxicating. Still, looking back I suppose I should have been shocked when Jordan seemed to transform. The gentle soft-spoken PhD student from Shreveport started to say some rather dark things in my ear. "I had a feeling you would like a poz dick fucking your ass." Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew this was a rather fucked up thing for him to say. But, I was too turned on to dispute him. And that only seemed to encourage him, "Yeah, take my poz dick in your tiny boyhole, you little slut." I felt kinda ashamed, and a little afraid hearing Jordan verbalize such notions. But, I was also turned on. And I never thought such deviance could arouse me so much. Before I knew it, I was encouraging him with each thrust. My feedback only seem to reinforce his darker tendencies. Only moments later, he past the point of all decency and conventional norms when he murmured softly into my ear "Each time I pump my dick into you, I'm taking a month of your life away from you." Then he slammed his dick into me harder than usual as if he wanted me to take extra notice. A few pumps later, he casually remarked "There go the rest of your 20s." In the back of my mind, I knew this was crazy. But, why then was I so turned on? A few moments later, he piston-fucked me relentlessly and then paused for a moment to comment "There went your 30s." I didn't quite get what he was saying until that point. "I'm fucking the life out of ou right now." I felt a sense of panic but the pleasure was still all-too-consuming. "Here go your forties," he said followed by ten deliberate jabs. The thrusts were unbelievably erotic though and the display of power he was showing me was persuasive. "You want more?" he asked as my mind raced to find some logic. I couldn't find it. "Yes, fuck my fifties away," I responded. Without a word he immediately complied. I didn't think he could hit me any deeper inside, but somehow his next series of jabbing thrusts hit a place deep inside me that I never experienced. I shrieked unexpectedly. But, found the pleasure still consumed me. My orgasm was mounting. I was confused, excited, terrified, but spell-bound. I didn't want him to stop. "You are getting closer and closer to death," he whispered into my ear and he jack-hammered me. I had no sensation of time as he jackhammered my hole. I had never before been so rock hard. And my ass felt incredible full of his cock. Then he announced "You are nearing your eighties now. I don't think you're gonna make it much pass 100." It was only then that logic managed to creep into my brain: I'm lettinng a poz guy fuck me. This is fucking crazy! Still I couldn't bring myself to object. "This poz dick is taking your last remaining years," he commented just before he started to moan and grunt, finally asking "Are you ready to die?!?" As I felt his cock stiffen even harder I nearly screamed "Fuck yeah, kill me with your cock!" His pace was frantic, and I was about to shoot my load any moment. "Get ... unh .. read .. for .. oblivion!!" I felt his hands grab my neck and he squeezed unbelievably hard. What the fuck? "Hey!" I tried to yell, but his clasp around my neck tightened and I found I couldn't make a sound. I was dizzy and light-headed. Maybe all the blood was going to my cock? I was barely conscious as felt his dick erupt inside me, but, just as Jordan unloaded in my hole I realized I was also shooting my jizz. I tried to catch my breath, but then everything went black. I woke up three hours later to a splitting headache. Jordan was gone and my ass was very sore. Had Jordan choked me to the point of causing me to pass out? What the hell just happened? That was two weeks ago. Jordan hasn't answered my phone calls or texts since then. What the fuck?!

It costs nothing to let a guy know he's attractive....and you never know where life may take you.

Let me comment on this topic as a regular Prep user cumdump. I don’t want to have HIV, and being on Prep gives me a indescribable freedom to be a cumdump and a breeder. However, it works for only HIV and doesn’t protect you from any other STIs. I don’t want to frighten you but if you take loads continuously you will probably get gono, chlamy, syphi or HBV, maybe HCV or HPV. The good news is that all of them can be cured but it’s important to recognise them and get the necessary meds (which is not a big deal: you can be vaccinated for HBV and HPV, if you have Syphilis you must get to injections, for gono or chlamy there are an antibiotics cure (for three, in worse case 30 days). Only HCV is a bit more complicated, then a 8 weeks (56 days) long meds cure is needed. I had all of them (except HPV because I have vaccinated). I don’t say that it’s a pleasure but nothing special. As my doc said two years ago, it’s better to get Syphilis then covid. Long story short, I encourage you to be a cumdump whore but before it I strongly suppose you to get an appointment and go on Prep following the official protocol.

I don't mind it. I like to chat and jerk off with people around the world.

My thoughts: 1. Yes, some guys are on "the apps" just as a means of chatting with a guy and jacking off to hot talk about what he'd like to do to/with the guy. For those people, obviously, distance isn't really a factor. 2. Some people just like giving compliments to men who appeal to them, regardless of distance. 3. Most of "the apps" have a field where you can check off all the things you're looking for (in terms of your interaction with others). For instance: Growlr allows you to check boxes for "Love, Dates, Conversation, Friends, No Strings Attached, Husband, Significant Other, Networking" within that category of "interactions sought". Scruff has a field called "Open to" and allows the choices of "Friendships, Relationships, Random Play/NSA, Dates, Chat Only, Networking". I'm sure most sites (not necessarily all) have such options, which means: people who are using the app for any of those purposes does not mean the app is "failing to serve their intended purpose." An app may not meet YOUR particular needs or wants, but complaining that there are people looking for things other than what you want is like going to a general restaurant that serves a wide variety of food and being upset that not every dish on the menu is Italian. As I see it: many of the apps view themselves as a virtual combination of the old fashioned gay bar and LGBT community center, minus the alcohol and smoke stench. Just as some people used to go out hoping to get laid and some used to go out hoping to meet a new boyfriend, different people can want different things "on the apps." All that said: one can, of course, make it clear in one's profile that one is not interested in idle chit-chat, even compliments; that you're only interested in sex, and you want it fairly soon, so don't bother chatting unless you're ready to deliver. Of course, that runs the risk of offending those who might well "deliver" but who like a little more lead-in effort. Them's the breaks.

I'm moving this to the PrEP forum; I think it makes more sense there. Short answer: Yes, PrEP will work regardless of how many loads you are taking. More loads don't somehow "use it up". It isn't perfect, but it's very, very good as long as you take it regularly. That said, if you go full-on bare cumdump, you are very likely to pick up some other STIs. Do get the appropriate vaccines and get tested and treated regularly.

I've taken condoms off guys who were fucking me and the reaction has been mixed. I used to belong to a married men's sex group that met twice a month at a hotel. 90% married to women and had children and about 10% gay guys (like me) who were sponsored by a married guy. There was one guy (a gay guy) who became the group's condom Nazi. He spent more time checking for condoms than getting fucked. I did fuck bb with a few guys there anyway, but there were guys that wore condoms. I would tell them it was okay to bareback me, but again, reaction was mixed. I decided to do an experiment for a period of time at the group parties...........when I came in the room and stripped, I would always lube my hole. I started lubing my hole with vaseline which would cause the condom to rupture. I wanted to know how many guys would keep going when the condom broke. Results: 13 fucks (over a few week period) and one guy, ONE, told me it broke. I told him it was okay to continue and he did. 12 other guys didn't tell me. I find it hard to believe that they were unaware that the condom broke even if they could not feel the break because they watched their cock pump in and out of my hole while they fucked me. And for anyone here who is about to jump my case for doing something immoral, I had no STDs during those fucks that would get passed on. I work for a company that has a clinic on site and I got tested after every sex party. Gay or Straight, I think more guys like it bare. As time went on, I decided to tell all guys that I was bb only and the choice was theirs. Very few have walked away.

Each superbly drawn-out episode drags us (albeit willingly) deeper into those dark fantasizes we all have, but only some get to live! Thanks for sharing your tales, and talent!! You've got a huge pool (pun intended) of "...Swim Team" fans eagerly awaiting a deep dive into another wet episode. You've got me wondering what specialized attention Coach provides the hot townhouse team studs? Greater privilege deserves greater and deeper commitment.

I agree that all men that attend a sex party are honest about status, in the same way they arrive to the party on the backs of flying pigs 😂😂

Yup, just ordered my stainless steel cage yesterday...can't wait til t cums!!! 🍆💦😈

that’s what some of us do before we accept that we aren’t regular cumdumps, but we are actually chasers. my boyfriend made me realize that by taking ALL loads and going to places where pigs go to fuck cumdumps I was already taking a lot more poz loads than I thought. also made me realize that I had to know poz guys were breeding me on the regular in bathhouses, porn theatres and cruising spots especially, where they were all anonymous breeders. no risk of an anonymous cumdump getting pissed at you for knocking us up cause we have no idea who you are, your name, your number, or in my case even what they look like. plus we are taking so many random loads it could be anyone. plus even though I hadn’t admitted it, I was often hoping the guy or guys fucking me were toxic. I even had guys that were secretly whoring me out exclusively to poz men but telling me the men were neg but I kinda suspected they were trying to get me pozzed. once men made me realize that I’m a chaser, I realized I was deluding myself thinking there was any chance I could stay neg being the community cumdumpster I am. he will figure it out sooner or later. better sooner so he can enjoy it.

How Rude, Dont speak for me, as this is not true on my part. To me dick is dick whoever its attached to.

Oh man, I’m glad you felt that… Many of the guys reading my story are in love with Zeus (Hell, I am too…I’d crawl on my hands and knees over broken glass to worship him if he were real) and it was killing me to keep his secret.

Last night! Went the a parTy at a sleazy motel by Teterboro airport in NJ. There was at least 5 guys there with a sling and toys and all kinds of fun sTuff. Got there at 8pm left today at 11am. Long fun night. I bottomed for at least 5 guys. There were guys coming in and out of the room. Got strapped in and was fed all night and fucked all night! So hot

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with giving a compliment, or having a brief convo about how’s thing are in there side of the world.

Chapter 9 With that he sank his cock into the upturned butt 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. The Guy stared fucking the Pig with low deep thrusts. Every once in a while he would hesitate and then ram deep and hard. He was trying to hurt the Pig, teach him a lesson that he would not forget but with the Meth that his ass absorbed he was lost in the High. He was so high that he was staring to beg to get more in him. The other guy slowly pushing a finger up the Pig’s ass while the other guy was fucking him. The Pig felt that and simply said “ More, put more in me”. He was pleading to get his ass ripped open. In no time he had 4 fingers up the Pig’s ass along with that fat 7” cock. The Pig was going crazy with lust. The Top said “ I have never felt a Pig wanting it so bad. His ass is trying to milk everything out of my cock .” . The Guys cell was blowing up with comments as the remote guys watching the action on the app were going crazy. Many of them wanted to see the Pig get his ass ripped open to the point of bleeding. They cold see the Pig’s ass flexing an some of the of Pig’s ass lips being pulled out with the guys cock. They could also see the scorpion tat on the guy’s groin just above his cock. They all knew want that meant. All this was getting to be to much for the guy and he said I can’t hold out much longer. When the guy with the fingers in the Pig’s ass heard that he took a finger on his other hand and wormed it up the guys ass. He reached in and hit the guy’s prostate and began rubbing it. the guy bellowed “ I am Cumming, take my load you Pig “. He went as deep in the Pig’s ass as he could get. He had almost all his weight on the Pig’s upturned ass. The other guy with his fingers up the Pig’s and the guy’s ass said” Damn! I can feel him Cumming in both ends. “ “ It is really getting my 4 fingers wet with cum. “ The Pigs was whimpering with the intrusion into his ass and said “ Fuck. You’re really deep. Give me every drop “. The Guy shooting in him said “ I plan to knock up this ass.” You will never be the same after this”. He also added “ No turning back now pig.” After he finished shooting his load in the Pig’s stretched pulsating ass he pulled out. The other guy immediately pushed 4 fingers from his other hand up the Pig’s ass along with the ones he already had lodged in there. This stretched the Pig’s ass more than he ever got stretched. He yelped and said “ That hurts, Pleas3e pull out some of those fingers. I can’t take it “. The Guy pulled out all the fingers out but he intentionally used his nails to cut the Pig’s tender ass. If it was possible, he wanted to give that Toxic cum he just received a chance to infect him. He stood up and said now it is my turn. He gave the Pig a couple strong slaps on his ass and then pushed his smaller cock up the Pig’s ass. The Pig was so loose that the guy went deep on the first push. He said “ I might not be able to cum but I do have something for you”. He started pumping and said that the Pig was to loose for his to cum. The other guy said “ I am done for the evening or I would push in behind you and see how this worthless Pig handles two cocks at once “. 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”.

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………….

A person who had the same passion for topping as they do for bottoming would most likely list as 'versatile', not 'versatile bottom'. 'Versatile bottom', to me, suggests "I prefer to bottom, it's what I like, but I've been known to top sometimes and don't necessarily object to doing it." So I don't see much to call out here.

In one of those kids’ bouncy tents. A couple of us were setting it up for a pride festival the next day. As it got darker, another volunteer and I went inside and played around for a little bit just jumping and bouncing. It’s almost impossible to keep your balance in those things, and inevitably we fell on top of each other and one thing led to another and suddenly we were having a bouncy good time!

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……..

Chapter 2: Hungry Whore Friday night finally arrived. My buddy has a nice house with a lot of room in the back for vehicles. Six of us parked out vehicles around back and went inside with our friend to wait for the little punk. My friend had hidden cameras set up to ensure this little bitch didn't try to blackmail us afterwards. We all popped a sex pill because we were planning on turning this punk out. Around 7:30 the little bitch arrived and parked out front. My friend met him at the door while the rest of us hid in another room where the monitors were set up so we could watch. Once the door was shut Jacob, my friend, grabs the punk and starts kissing him. Surprisingly the bitch accepted the kiss and was really getting into it. As they kissed they started undressing each other. We already knew how big of a cock Jacob had but we had to look really close at the bitch's cock. If you could call it that. He was hard but damn he was small. I'm talking pencil thin and it didn't even look like it reached two inches. My pinky was longer and thicker than his penis. Oh this was going to be better than I thought. Jacob is eight inches and fairly thick and Poz as well. Jacob led the bitch to the couch and had him get on his knees to start his training. The bitch must have watched a lot of porn because he knew what to do with a cock. He started kissing up and down on the cock and licking Jacob's balls. He worked his way back up Jacob's cock to the head and started slowly working the head into his mouth. Jacob confirmed our suspicion when he stopped the bitch to ask him if he was truly a virgin at gay sex. He admitted that he was but he watched a lot of gay porn and practiced with dildos. With that Jacob told to get back busy sucking his cock. The bitch obliged and started sucking again. Jacob doesn't hide his status on Grindr and he doesn't use a condom either. The bitch knew that and he was still begging in between sucking Jacob's cock for Jacob to fuck him. We later learned the bitch thought that being a virgin he would be ok. How stupid he was. After having the bitch sucking his cock for about 30 minutes Jacob led him into his fun room. In the fun room was a sling that Jacob loves to use on his lovers. At this time the bitch looks a little nervous so Jacob kisses him and fiddles with the punk's penis. This must have been enough to convince the bitch because he let Jacob put him in the sling. Once he was secured in the sling my friends and I were ready to pounce but the time hadn't arrived yet. Jacob took out a bottle of poppers and had the bitch sniff them while Jacob ate out his hole. For 15 minutes Jacob prepped his hole while the bitch continued to sniff the poppers. He was so high from the poppers that once Jacob slid his cock in the bitch didn't even feel the pain. He was so lost in lust. Jacob started fucking the shit out of his ass while the bitch moaned in pleasure. Jacob started degrading him and the bitch loved it. As Jacob fucked him his little penis squirted the smallest amount of cum I had ever seen. All we could do was laugh at how pathetic this guy really was. Once Jacob announced he was getting ready to cum that was our cue to enter. It wasn't long and Jacob made the announcement. Jacob started fucking the bitch harder than I have ever seen him fuck anyone. My friends left the room we were in to go a few rooms down to the fun room. I stayed back on purpose. When the bitch saw the others enter the room he started panicking. He had no idea what lay in store. Jacob told him with a small penis that he was nothing more than a cumdump for real men. Before he could protest a cock was stuffed in his mouth and another one up his ass.

I did. This guy off grindr. I was high and blind folded. He came. Put the condom on. And then started f****** me. And as I was enjoying it doggy style. I put my hands above where his testicle were underneath that was feeling. And I was feeling his dick and I felt that he didn't have the condom on. Yeah the condom was around the base of his dick but the top was ripped off. He told me that it was just ripped. But I did discreetly record my videos. I use a camera that looks like a charging port and when I looked at the camera. I saw that when I gave him the condom. He took the condom and bit it. And I had no idea that whole time before I felt thst he was raw. Thst he was breeding me. If it wasn't for the fact that I look back at the video after he left, and saw that he was f****** me that whole time with the condom around his dick. I wouldnt have knew he stealthed me. But I'm really fucked up cuz I still get high an jerk off to the fact that he stealth to me. I loce watching the video and seeing him bit thst condom discreetly. So I do feel a bit violated. But I also feel really horny watching knowing that that whole time he was breeding me. That was just some cum dump that he had no respect for. He didnt care about me giving him a condom. He still got what he wanted. Breeding this ass.

Since my mid teens when I started cruising/cottaging in local public toilets etc, I have always encountered 'straight' guys, this is the same nowadays on apps. Hopefully one day we will get to the point where straight and gay doesn't exist but people feel they can be open and honest about who and what they want.

It sort of does…🤣

You've summed it up very well, I think. Asking which app is best is like asking which phone or computer is best.

This made my hole twitch, thank you SIR

You may think it weird, but my best friend is actually my ex-wife. We met in the fourth grade. We were both outsiders in school. We helped each through years of abusive alcoholic Parents - my mother and father, her father. She followed me to college. I helped her through her class work and she totally supported me when my dance training took off and I began traveling. We loved each other through cancer (mine) and through three strokes (hers). I stayed in the closet for years for her sake, and she helped me through a rough period as I started to come out, including a couple of bad heartbreaks, and I will always do what I can to help her along. It took my partner a while to understand and accept that. But I have no living relatives, and for as long as I remember she as been with me through all of he good and bad. She’s the only family I’ve ever had.

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

At the end of the day, I believe that everyone has a responsibility to themselves first - anyone who's neg and wants to stay that way needs to ensure that THEY take the appropriate precautions (PrEP/condoms etc). Anyone neg, who barebacks, without PrEP, is taking a chance of converting and this is a risk that THEY themselves (no-one else) are taking (since they themselves will have to live with the consequences of their actions). It's unfortunate, in this case, that this person tried PrEP and doesn't get on with it (assuming that they are telling the truth); however, if they bareback, then this is still a chance that they themselves are taking. Unless this person is a good mate of yours, your best bet is to stay out of it.

5. The Boys Go Camping The four of them stand roughly in a diamond formation. Tommy’s in front since he’s the smallest; Reznor, in hiking shorts and sporting a black eye, is in back of him on the left; Steve Reynolds’ on the right (the one holding up his phone to take the picture); then House, being the biggest, stands in the back. Tommy’s the only one smiling from ear to ear because they included him on their camping trip. The others are serious, mostly because they’re out of breath from the hike’s last mile which was entirely uphill. Tommy has, Reznor is beginning to realize, infinite, annoying energy—or so it seems the way Reznor’s looking at him in the photo. You can see in background, behind the four of them, the Appalachian Trail is at its peak fall colors this Columbus Day weekend—or Indigenous Peoples Day as it’s billed at school. (FYI: Kyle Dupree had a knockdown, all out fist fight with Marlon Reznor in the locker room the previous Thursday over the name of the holiday. Dupree—Team Indigenous Peoples—ended up with a bloody lip; Reznor—Team Columbus—a black left eye.) The cloudless blue dome lights up the silver birch’s gold and yellow leaves, while the sugar maples are at their most intense oranges and reds. The evergreens—firs, blue spruces and hemlock pines—provide the dark green contrast that set off the dying forest’s leaves giving them such intense luminosity. The boys’ brightly colored down jackets also add a dazzling array of color to the photo, so say many of the commenters on Steve Reynolds’ Instagram account. At the summit that provides the group a full 360 degree panorama of autumn colors, Reznor stops, his palms on his knees, bent over, catching his breath. “Yawl go ahead. I gotta stop here for a second.” Tommy in the lead, followed by Reynolds and House, stop and wait against some boulders. They let their backpacks ease up on the rocks. In between breaths, Reznor adds, “Whose goldarn idea was this anyway?” Steve Reynold holds up his phone checking for signal bars. “Did you actually just use goldarn in a sentence?” he laughs, taking off his New England Patriots cap to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “Fuck off, Reynolds.” Reznor pulls off his backpack and sets it on the ground. “We should just set up camp here.” “Um, no,” Tommy informs him, with as little sarcasm as he dares against the group’s alpha, “because we’re still on the trail, and on the side of a mountain?” House unknots the red kerchief around his neck and wipe the sweat from his brow. “You wanna fall into that ravine in the middle of the night taking a piss?” Reznor looks over the edge of the hiking trail at the river below. “Well, how much farther?” “Maybe a mile?” Tommy guesses. He looks across at all the burnished leave covering the hillsides and sees the sun is quickly on its decent. “Not too far, but we should get going.” Reznor huffs pulling on his pack. “Well, let’s go then.” They hike down to a level glade where Tommy hops over rocks on a wet part of the trail. The rest of them follow, hopping rock to rock. True to his word, a mile down the trail there’s a camp with a lean-to. They all unload their packs in the structure. House immediately starts gathering firewood. Tommy takes out a cooking pot and their freeze dried dinner, while Reznor lies against his pack in the lean-to, arms crossed behind his head. Steve Reynolds takes a selfie and then snaps a few more of the camp and his teammates. Everyone’s smiling in these, even Reznor. It’s peacefully quiet. A few birds chirp in the branches of the colorful forest. House occasionally breaks the silence with a violent snap of wood across his knee. Tommy looks around contented, mixing water from his canteen into the chicken mac and cheese he brought for everyone. Reznor’s picking out M&Ms from his trail mix. Reynolds and House are being pyros seeing how big of a fire they can make. After it dies down, Tommy heats up their meal, then divides it into four bowls. Reznor doesn’t like it and goes back to his trail mix, but House loves it and scarfs down Reznor’s portion. After dinner, sitting around the fire, a young red fox runs through the camp startling everyone. Reynolds’ pissed he didn’t have his phone out, but it’s all the rest of them can talk about till the sun goes down. Reznor pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels and passes it around. Tommy gets drunk quickly and passes out in the lean-to on top of his sleeping bag. “Lightweight,” says Reznor. “Give it a rest,” House tells him. “He did good getting us here today.” Reznor looks at him in the campfire light. “I think there could have been an easier climb, is what I’m sayin’. Seems to me we did a lot more uphills than was necessary.” Reynolds takes a swig and passes the bottle to House. “As happy as I am on this trip,” Reynolds says, “I still feel bad for St. Anthony’s. Terrible reason to cancel a game because some of the team ends up in the hospital.” House grunts in agreement, and passes Reznor the bottle. Reynolds goes on: “I knew one of the guys that O.D.’d. Barclay. We went to the same Jersey summer camp when we were kids.” “Gave us a free weekend, didn’t it?” reasons Reznor. “Anyway, what kind of dealer laces coke with fentanyl? You gotta know your dealer. I heard he was just some random dude that someone knew that someone knew.” A branch cracks in the dark beyond the campfire. “What was that?” House jumps up with a stick. “Don’t yawl worry, big guy,” says Reznor. He starts to stand but wavers, deciding it’s better to keep close to the ground. “If that mister fox comes back to attack yawl, I’ll get him with this here bottle.” Reynolds snorts and leans back on his elbows. Looking up, clouds obscure the stars. He lays all the way back, watching the campfire light up the trees above where leaves flutter like a million dark butterflies. It only takes a minutes before he’s snoring in the dirt. “Probably good idea to get to the sleeping bag,” says House. He stumbles into the lean-to and passes out before he finishes unlacing his boots. Reznor watches the fire die with his back up against the lean-to’s deck. He hugs his bare knees for warmth, strokes the sparse strands of hair on his chin. A dimple emerges. There’s a rare hint of contentment to his smile, a subtle slip of his smug mask behind which most people never see. It’s not too much longer before the campfire is just red embers illuminating his unlined face. The coals blur. His eyes close. Tommy’s the first one up, too energetic for Reznor to deal with. He opens only one eye, not remembering how he made it to his sleeping bag. He watches Tommy bouncing around camp, gathering wood, building a small fire, mixing freeze dried eggs (the very thought makes him ill), and waits for someone else to get up. Reznor closes his one eye and turns over. House and Reynolds stir, and Tommy’s has instant coffee ready for them. There’s sugar and powdered milk if they want, he tells them. Reynolds tousles his hair and House grunts his appreciation as they accepts their steaming cups. Neither wants to talk until they have some caffeine in their system. After they’ve downed some eggs, they rouse Reznor, who groans half-asleep. “If even one of you even mention eggs, I swear, I will projectile vomit in your general direction.” Reznor does take the coffee, though. “You have redeemed yourself in my eyes, sir.” Tommy’s smile is so big it looks like his head’s about to split in half. After they break camp, Reznor says he’ll guide them back to the car. He’s sure he knows a faster way, he says, which won’t have as much climbing. The three others exchange dubious looks, but follow him down a path to the river. It’s somewhere around noon they realize they have no idea where they are. The sky’s overcast so they can’t get a fix from the sun which direction would point them to the trailhead. Reznor refuses to backtrack the way they came all morning since that would mean they’d be going back uphill. Besides, Reznor tells them, he’s sure all they have to do is follow the river and it’ll come out by Reynold's Prius. Tommy keeps his mouth shut but he’s pretty sure it’s a different river than the one they hiked along yesterday. By four o’clock, the sun’s broken through the clouds very low on the horizon. No one will say it, but they’re a little panicked. Reynolds suggests they make a fire to sleep around, then tomorrow go back the way they came. Reznor swears they’re close to the trailhead and convinces them to soldier on for one more hour. After the sun sets behind the mountain, dusk arrives quickly. In the gloom of the forest, crickets chirp in every direction. As night engulfs the four boys, the trail abruptly ends on a backcountry road. They hear men talking and yucking it up about twenty yards down the road. Four trailers, roughly in a square, are on the road’s far side. The boys pass some mud-caked trucks and a few old jeeps, gun racks and rifles in every vehicle. They peek around a trailer where a party seems to be going on. In the middle of the trailers there’s a campfire with a group of men in lawn chairs, sitting back, drinking clear liquid out of glass canning jars. The four boys look at each other. Reznor breaks off and comes up to the group of men. “Yawl excuse me, gentlemen.” The group is spooked by the unexpected appearance of an outsider. They lean forward in the chair staring at Reznor. He forces a smile. “My boys and I seem to have gotten lost and we were wondering if you could kindly tell us where we might have ended up.” Reznor counts nine men and two pit bulls that are growling. The lawn chair guys look at him with raised eyebrows. The pit bulls continue to snarl. “You hush.” One of the men with a scraggly grey beard yanks the leash he holds on the dogs. “Lost you say? You sound like a southerner boy.” “Yes, sir. That ah am.” Reznor really leans into his accent hoping to break the ice. “Micky-G,” a guy with a bowl haircut says to the scraggly bearded man. He’s got a very bushy, dark goatee that he strokes as he speaks. “Ask him what a southern boy’s doing this far up north? Boy must be wicked lost.” Some lawn chair guys chuckle, clanging glass jars on their aluminum armrests. “Well, sir,” Reznor says to the goateed man, “Ah attend Glastonbury College—that’d be a drive, I reckon, two hours south of here—but ma’ roots are from the Appalachian Mountains in the glorious state of Tennessee.” (Never mind Reznor’s from the swanky town of Belle Meade outside Nashville, and whose father is part owner of the Percy Warner Country Club.) The bushy goateed man’s eyes widen, impressed. “Yes, sir-ree,” Reznor goes on, “ma’ little dirt-spit of a town had a one room schoolhouse and ma’ teacher from first grade through high school was one Mrs. Irene Duckworth, and she took a shine to me from ma’ very first day. Made sure I had a scholarship the day I got my diploma. Her only stipulation being that I hightail it up north to one of those New England colleges she used to dream about. Bless-ed lady.” “Hey, Shamus,” calls out a younger guy with overlapping triple chins. He leans forward and his aluminum chair painfully squeaks. “Didn’t your Betsy have a Mrs. Duckworth at Willard Hollow Elementary?” Shamus, in a red MAGA cap, nods, and says, “Indeed she did. You, Furball, have quite the memory.” Reznor gulps. Having lifted so much of his fictional story out of Kyle Dupree’s real life, he hopes the tale he spinning isn’t overly familiar to this crowd. “’Cept that Mrs. Duckworth,” says red cap Shamus, “was an Ar-lene not I-rene as I recall. Hey, you fellas,” MAGA cap says to the three boys hovering a ways away. “Come on over here by the fire so we can get a better look at cha.” House leads the way, with Reynolds and Tommy trailing in his shadow. The old scraggly bearded guy, Micky-G, looks from House to Tommy, goes, “Well, now, you have got to be as big as he is small. How big you say you was fella?” House looks around the lawn chair men. “Uh, six foot seven.” “Yes, sir,” interjects Reznor, feeling he’s won over this crowd. “It’s why we call him house.” “Now why’s that, boy?” asks Shamus, pushing up his MAGA cap. “Um,” says Reznor, forcing himself to not roll his eyes. “Because he’s as big as one.” Shamus looks at Reznor confused. “Big as one what?” “I’m called House,” explains House, simply, “because I’m as big as a house.” Shamus takes a beat, then explodes into phlegmatic laughter. The other men rock in their lawn chairs laughing, too. A couple of them slap their thighs. “Big as a house!” repeats Shamus, before he hocks a loogie in the dirt. Reynold unobtrusively raises his camera, snaps a pic of these characters and, seeing he’s got a signal, posts it to his account. Under his breath he quietly sings the beginning of the Deliverance banjo song to House and Tommy: “Dum-du-dah-duh-dah-duh-dah-duh-dum…” Reznor gives him a warning glare. “What’s that now?” a big bear of a man sporting a full black beard asks Reynolds. He’s at the far end of the circle, darkly outline beyond the campfire. “Was you singing the hillbilly song from that old movie?” “No, sir. I definitely was not singing the hillbilly song from that old movie,” Reynold says, pocketing his phone. “I question that, boy,” says the bear, leaning forward into the firelight. The top of his head is bald, but there’s a horseshoe of long black hair that hangs down to his shoulders. There’s an evil glint in his eye when he tells Reynolds, “You sure got a purty mouth.” Some of the lawn chair guys chuckle ominously. “That ring a bell? Tommy jumps in all friendly smiles. “We were just hoping you guys could just point us in the right direction. Like maybe where does that road go to?” He points to the road they came from. “Could we just follow it into some town? Hopefully one that’s close by?” A man with grey, wispy hair in a ponytail, set down his drink, and gets out of his chair. “Fellas,” he says to the circle. “I think these boys either come for our moonshine or our meth. Either way, I don’t think we outta let ‘em leave.” The lawn chair men rise and start humming darkly the dueling banjo song they seem to be all too familiar with: “Dum-du-dah-duh-dah-duh-dah-duh-dum…” The four boys look at one another, then tear off down the road as fast as their hiking boots let them. Reynolds tosses off his backpack and double-times it straight ahead shooting past the others. Three men in camo hunting vests grab House and throw him against a rusted truck. In his struggles his backpack falls off during the melee. Tommy and Reznor right away are picked off by their backpacks, and are struggling as they’re returned to the campfire. Reznor continues trying to banter his way out of this jam. Two guys, ushering him on either side, relieve him of his backpack, then toss him into one of the lawn chairs. Tommy’s thrown into the chair next to him. Both their packs are deposited at their feet. They peer down the road where House punches one of the camo guys, but the other two throw themselves on top of him. It looks from Reznor and Tommy’s vantage point that they’ve got House pinned to the ground. But suddenly the two guys fly straight in the air and House escapes into the woods with the one guy he punched before in hot pursuit. The big bear with the black beard emerges from the shadows and looms over Reznor. He turns to the wispy ponytailed man, whose hair falls every which way after the altercation, and the triple chin young guy who’s never left his chair. “Lewis, Furball—park the little one in the woodshed. I’d like to have a word with my Appalachian buddy.” Furball and Lewis, putting his ponytail back in a hair tie, pluck Tommy up. Tommy toes never touch the ground as they escort him to the woodshed and lock him inside. Reznor’s eyes dart back and forth at the men around his chair. Two of the camo guys stumble in from the road out of breath. Five men and two pit bulls surround Reznor. Not good odds for getting away. Lewis and Furball return making his odds even worse. MAGA capped Shamus steps out of the shadows. “What are we gonna do with him, Frank?” Frank, the large bearded bear, says, “Like I said, we’re gonna start with a few questions, and then we’ll go from there.” Reznor looks around at the gathered men, then at Frank defiantly. “That’s a nice shiner you got, boy. How’d you get it?” Reznor smiles, friendly-like. “Ran into a door.” Frank smacks him with back of his hand hard enough to send him and the chair sideways. Lewis and Shamus bend down and right him. “Let’s start over. Pretend I’m dark Santa,” he tells Reznor. “’I know when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sakes.” Reznor rubs his face. “Dark Santa. Got it.” Frank gets down on his haunches, eyes level to Reznor. “You really from Appalachia?” “No. Suburb outside of Nashville.” Frank nods. Smiles. “Dirt poor?” Reznor takes a moment. Frank cocks his head, waiting, his hand rising a bit. “No. Filthy rich.” Frank whacks him again spilling him out of the chair. “Fuck!” Reznor shouts, picking himself up. Furball helps him back into the chair. “What’d’ya do that for? That was the truth!” “Don’t know.” Franks shrugs. “Just felt like it.” He motions to the bushy goatee guy to bring him a chair. Goatee brings one over and Frank plops down in it—knees against Reznor’s. “What’s your name? And you best tell the truth. Dark Santa can tell.” Reznor scowls. “Reznor. Marlon Reznor.” Franks says, “I should whack you just on account of your name.” “Hey, I didn’t name me.” Frank smiles at him, then leans forward and puts his palms on Reznor’s bare thighs. He sniffs. The boy has a pleasant, clean scent—not like anyone from around here. His hands go an uncomfortable distance up Reznor’s shorts. He squeezes the boy’s muscular quads, feels something stir in him. “Now, Marlon, honest injun. You come for Micky-G’s hooch or you come for my top-shelf tina?” “Honest injun, we’re lost. All we want to do is get home.” Reznor’s jaw nervously clenches. He’s praying his eyes aren’t misting in front of this asshole. He’s pissed and scared at the same time, and Frank’s thumb is a hair’s breadth away from his metal cage—the last thing he wants exposed under these circumstances. “You know, Marlon? I actually believe you,” Frank says. “Indeed I do.” He looks around the huddled men. “But you can see we can’t let you leave, now that you know what we got cooking up here.” Reznor’s about to speak, but Frank pulls his hands from Reznor’s shorts, puts a grimy finger to the boy’s lips. “Now don’t say that you’ll never tell, or that you won’t give away our little secret. We’ve heard that before. Some of us even fell for it, ended up doing time because of it. Ain’t that right, Shamus?” MAGA cap says, “Damn straight.” “Ain’t that right, Dougie?” Dougie strokes his dark goatee, says, “Two friggin years, pardon my French.” “Ain’t that right, Micky-G?” “In the eighties, I served eleven months and they destroyed my still anyway, fuckin’ storm troopers,” says Micky-G. He’s brought over a glass jar filled to the brim. He still holds the pit bulls in his other hand. He hands the canning jar to Frank, who politely offers it to Reznor. “What is that,” Reznor says. “A peace offering, Marlon.” “I’ll pass.” “Not a request,” Dougie replies, pulling his goatee. Reznor scans the men around him. Looks at the woodshed containing Tommy. Sees an eyeball looking at him through a knot in the woodshed door. “Give it.” Frank gives him the jar and Reznor sips it. He immediately sprays it on the ground. The men around him laugh. “Smooth, huh?” says Frank, with a sneer. “Good as any Grey Goose in your daddy’s liquor cabinet, I bet. Ten times as butt-kicking. Go on again, ‘less you prefer Santa gives you a piece of coal.” Reznor steels himself, and takes a large swig. It burns all the way down his gullet. He opens his mouth silently, sticks out his tongue then bears his teeth. “Second gulp always goes down better,” Shamus snickers. Frank taps the bottom of the jar. Reznor lifts it to his lips and downs several gulps in a row. After swallowing he wildly shakes his head with his tongue hanging out. The men slow-clap his effort. “You really go to that college?” Dougie asks, as Reznor composes himself. Reznor nods. “C’mon now. Only a little left,” Frank says, pointing to the moonshine. Reznor feels the moonshine starting to impact him. The men double in number as his eyes cross. Maybe he’ll pass out and be out of this nightmare. He lifts the jar and finishes it, but then Shamus is right there, taking a cork out of a jug with his teeth, and refills his glass. “No,” Reznor says, forcing the canning jar on Frank. “I can’t. Nuh-uh. Nope. Negative. Nose-spray-Jose.” The group laughs. “Okay,” Frank says, accepting the jar. He puts his thick finger under Reznor’s chin. “So, Marlon, let me ask you. You really go to that Glastonbury College?” Reznor nods slowly so his brain won’t fall out. Frank goes on, “Kyle Dupree goes there. Know him?” “Besst friends,” Reznor says trying to minimize his slurring. “Team-mate. Good buddy. Gave me this here black eye.” Reznor points to the wrong eye, corrects himself. “This black eye.” He snorts a laugh at his mistake. Lewis pulls on his ponytail, says, “That sounds like our boy.” “Guy’s a douche.” Reznor’s head bobs forward beginning to fade. “Lightweight,” Frank says. To a couple of the men around him, he instructs, “Get him inside and strip him. Once he’s tied to the bed, Lewis, give him a big ol’ booty bump from the last batch. I don’t want to fuck a passed out drunk.” Lewis and Shamus grab Reznor under his arms and take him up the steps into Frank’s trailer. Reynolds and House, having circled back, silently crouch down in the bushes. They watch Frank take sips of Reznor’s rejected moonshine. Macky-G yanks his dogs’ leashes and leads them up the steps of the farthest trailer. House nudges Reynolds as the camo guy he punched comes back into camp. He’s talking to the other two, as Furball waves good night. They hear a truck sputter off. Frank looks at his trailer and throws a piece of firewood into the flames. A cascade of sparks fly up into the black night. He tosses the remains of the moonshine into the fire, where it explodes into a small fireball that poofs back his hair. Slowly he gets out of his chair, and climbs the steps of his trailer. “Who got a point?” Franks calls up into the trailer. Wayne opens the door for him, flips his ponytail. He hands him an orange cap syringe before shutting the door. *** “You catch all that?” House asks Reynolds. Reynolds whispers back, “Afraid so.” House gives him the once over. “Didn’t take you for the heroic rescue type.” Reynold snorts. “I’m not. Came back because this is the only place I get any bars.” Reynolds shows him his phone screen. House considers this. “Well, I’m thinking if we get Tommy out, the three of us can take on the rest of these hicks. Most of them are old or fat, or both.” "Are you nuts, man? They’ve gotta be loaded up the ass with weapons. They gotta fuckin’ meth lab! And this is Vermont, for Christ sake. Live free or die, and all that.” Reynolds scurries away from the bushes deeper into the woods. House mumbles to himself, “That’s New Hampshire, doofus.” He follows the light of the phone. Once he catches up to Reynolds, he’s incredulously. “You’re texting someone, now?” “Hang on.” Reynolds punches in a few numbers. “No. Calling.” After a couple of rings a voice says hello. “Dupree?” “Yes. Who’s this?” A beat. “Steve Reynolds? That you?” “Yes,” he rasps. “Why are you whispering? You’re the last person I’d ever thought I’d hear from.” “Dupree, where are you?” “I came home after the cancelled game. I’m sitting in my bedroom with my dog. To what do I have the privilege of this call?” “We got lost camping and stumbled on this backwoods hillbilly meth lab. And they’re about to rape Reznor.” There’s a long silence. “Dupree, you there?” “Yeah. Waldo, no, we’re not playing ball. Lay down. Good boy. Yeah, well, why call me? Shouldn’t you call the police or something?” “One: we don’t know where we are. Two: they said they know you?” “Who? The hillbilly meth guys?” “Yeah, this big Frank guy, and a Dougie. Who else House?” House whispers into the phone: “Lewis, Shamus, a Micky-G.” “Micky-G? You dopes. You’re at Micky-G’s still? Hoo-wee!” Hysterical laughter erupts from the phone. “You in the deep end of the pool, my friends! Deep doo-doo.” More laughter. “It’s not funny, asshole. Reznor’s about to get raped and Tommy’s probably next. House and I are out near their trailers, but … listen, you gotta get here and talk these bumpkins into letting them go. Stop laughing!” Besides the laughter, there’s barking coming from the phone. Reynolds cover the speaker worried someone’s going to hear it. Finally Kyle returns in a normal voice. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’ll ask my mom’s boyfriend to take me there. It’ll take a while though. There’s like four trailers together, right?” Reynolds confirms this. “Okay, whatever you do, do not try to stop them. They’ll string you up or shoot you. You do not want to mess with these guys. They might look like yokels, but they’ll drop you like a buck on the first day of deer season. You got it?” “Fuck Dupree. Get here as fast as you can!” Reynolds says. “Hurry,” House adds. There’s three beeps when Reynolds and House hang up. I reach across to the other twin bed in my room and scratch Waldo’s ears. I go in and ask Jacob to drive me to Micky-G and Frank’s camp. ASAP. I’ll explain on the way. He’s down with in, no questions, though my mom’s got plenty of them. I give her the short version saying my teammates got lost and we need to bail them out. So I might have exaggerated how dangerous those guys are. But I know those trailers house enough weapons to arm a small Latin American country. Strangers and guns are a bad mixed in these parts. And if Reznor takes one for the team, well, that’s karmic justice. I’m still kind of pissed at him for the sucker punch he threw. Honestly, those trailer guys are more formidable in a bowling alley than they are in a dark alley. Well, except Frank. Frank’s a special case, especially if he’s been partying. You wanna avoid Frank in that case. True story: One afternoon, Frank slams ‘bout half a gram of his product, and this gigantic brown bear, fresh out of six months hibernation, chooses to stroll into his camp. The bear’s ready to eat anything and everything, and can’t believe there’s this big fat meal standing in front of him. He roars, gets up on his two legs towering over Frank, gonna maul him to death and eat him—no doubt about it. And what does Frank do? Run away? Go get his shotgun? Nope. Frank, amped up as shit, picks up a nearby ax and with an even louder roar than the bear—swear on a stack of bibles—chops the animal right through his skull down to his nether regions, splits the fucker in one fell swoop right in two. Grisliest thing—pardon the pun—you ever did see. Yup, Frank is one bear you do not want to poke. My advice for Reznor: best let him do the poking. I mean, how bad could it be? *** To say Reznor wakes up naked, gagged, tied to a bed, would be incorrect. That’s because he never was exactly asleep, so technically he could never have woken up. Out of it, yes. He still is, but after something cold and wet squirts into his rectum, he’s been agitated ever since. Wired, drunk and now horny as fuck—it’s a weird combo. He pulls on the ropes that have him spread eagle on his stomach. The bare mattress he’s on is piss stained and strongly smells like it. He’s blurry-eyed looking around, straining to make sense of his surroundings. Staring at the wall ahead seems to ground him. Trying not to think about his dick straining against its cage doesn’t help. The faded blue walls at twelve o’clock gradual comes into focus. There’s a woman. It’s an old poster, torn, and tattered. It’s Sarah Palin in a red, white and blue bikini toting a rifle. Next to it is a black and white Dirty Harry movie poster. Clint Eastwood aims a 44 magnum at his head, with the words “Go ahead, make my day” surrounding the weapon. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise, then, that the wall to his right has racks and racks of guns: AK-47s, AR-15s, shotguns, rifles; wood grained, camouflaged, matte black metal. On his left, an open closet door with a chest of drawers inside, the top strewn with an assortment of handguns. He can only guess what fun stuff is inside those drawers. Behind him is the bedroom door, a light switch, and one more poster: a kitten dangling precariously from a rope under the words “Hang in there baby.” Spread eagle naked on a pee-stained mattress surrounded by an armory of firearms, and an inspirational kitten poster: Reznor thinks he must be in some absurdist’s idea of hell. This notion is confirmed when Frank enters the room. In the bright room his eyes are more menacing. He’s shirtless, two full sleeves of tattoos, both tits pierced with doorknockers, and a big belly hanging over his belt. His hair never ceases it seems. His black beard and long black hair meld into the fur that coats his shoulders and, as he closes the door behind him, Reznor sees fur that extends over every inch of his back. So why is Reznor’s dick still swelling painfully looking at this overly hirsute man, a sight that should revolt him? He’s not so deluded as to think his straight. C’mon, that would be crazy. it’s just a subject best put out of mind. In high school the Bible Club was, for lack of a better word, a God send. He enjoyed the girls in the club. They were perfect dating material, and in Tennessee, often the prettiest. Certainly demure, submissive, willing to “hold off” till marriage. The second God send came in the form of Coach Brandon’s required celibacy. It concentrated all those raging hormones on one thing, and one thing only: winning! So far he found he could have it all: he was rich, cool, hip, smart, very handsome, a drop-dead body, killer six-pack abs, a broad chest, chiseled jaw. He’d do him if he could. So why the straining inside his cage for the hairy ape? It’s the booze and drugs they pumped in him, he decides, that’s driving this perverse desire. Frank kneels in back of him on the bed. He slips a hand between Reznor’s legs and rumbles a deep belly laugh as he fondles Reznor’s chastity device. “The boys told me, but I had to see for myself,” Frank says, “you perverted little pig.” He flips Reznor over, which strains Reznor’s limbs as his arms and legs cross over. “And not a hair on you.” He bends over and sucks on one of Reznor’s tits. Reznor struggles, but this causes Frank to more fiercely suck and then to bite his nipple. He runs his tongue under each of Reznor’s smooth arm pits, then down his broad chest and tight abs. Frank grabs the metal cage, speaking to it. “How you doin’ in there, little guy?” He runs a finger along the metal strips, gliding a coarse finger over the area of skin he can touch. It stimulates Reznor and causes him immense discomfort as his prick desperately wants to enlarge but can’t. “Would you look at that? A whole bunch of drool coming out of your little guy. Hate to tell you, bud, but you sprung a bad leak.” He laughs as he runs his thumb over the tip of Reznor’s dick, making Reznor wag his head back and forth in agony. He moans loudly behind the cloth knotted around his head. He bites on the gag, saliva trailing over his cheeks. “Guess I don’t have to give you a reach-around, bud,” Frank says, flipping Reznor back on his stomach. “It’s all about daddy.” Reznor hears Frank’s belt being unbuckled, pants unzipped, boots being kicked in the corner. Naked, Frank’s large, hairy thighs plop next to Reznor’s head. Reznor watches Frank uncaps a needle and sticks it in his arm. There’s an instance of swirling blood in the vial, then Frank flushes a shitload of pure methamphetamine into his body. His head rocks back for a second before he’s suddenly back up on his feet. “Fuck, yeah,” he yells, then smacks Reznor’s ass. “Fuck, yeah. I’m gonna rip your ass till it’s wider than the Grand fucking Canyon.” Reznor feels a wet liquid running down his butt crack. “This works out, I just might keep you as my new pet.” Frank’s knees push Reznor’s legs apart. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah, make you my whore. That booty bump doing it for you, boy? I can give you more. I could make you good twenty-four seven. Keep you on a leash tied up here in this room. Keep you high and happy the rest of your days. Make you into a slammin’ meth whore. What’d’ya say?” Suddenly, Frank’s cock rams up his ass straight up to his balls. The pain makes Reznor scream, though it’s muffled by the gag. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, that’s good, that’s good, that’s very good,” says Frank as he’s humping him. He fully pulls out so he can fuck Reznor’s ass again and hear him scream. Reznor bites down on the cloth in his mouth, breathing so rapidly he on the verge of hyperventilating. His rag’s overflowing saliva. Frank pulls out leaving just the tip of his fat cockhead in his hole. He teases him, only giving him his cock’s first inch over and over. Franks rushing and caught in this hypnotic, pleasurable loop. It’s got to be the booty bump, because, unbelievably, Reznor’s slowly willing to open up for the man as he teases him. He even starts to crave more than an initial inch. Unable to stop himself, Reznor pushes up just a little of his hole up to Frank. It's too small to see but Frank senses it in his cock, like a cobra senses the smallest movement of a rodent. Reznor’s stops clenching his sphincter for a second, and Frank snaps out of his spell and strikes, his entire cock rams back in up to the hilt of the boy’s hole. Who’s to say the cobra doesn’t enjoy the mouse’s shriek. Again and again, Reznor’s in pain and screeching. Frank laughs, enjoying alternately teasing the boy’s hole then destroying it. “Boy, you’ve had got the sweetest butthole I have ever fucked.” Frank stops momentarily, with his cock fully up Reznor ass. In a conflicted haze, Reznor doesn’t know what to expect, or even what he wants, but he begins feeling heat deep inside his colon. Hot piss starts sputtering out his ass. As Franks relieves himself, he whispers his continual blathering in his ear: “Oh, yeah. Every morning this is how we’ll start. Relieving my morning piss in your sweet little hole. Love this hole. Poz you up. Love your sweet little boy hole. But I’m gonna see that it don’t stay that way. No. You hear me? Yeah,” he says, pumping away inside Reznor’s body. “I want my pussy boy to have a big sloppy man cunt. Big hanging lips. Pull out your innards. Give you a big prolapse. Fuck that prolapse. Eat that prolapse. I know you want that. Don’t you want that, boy?” Reznor’s confused. The meth and moonshine follow these babbling words. His constricted cock wants it, too. But there’s a part of him rejecting, fighting these ideas flowing in his ear. It’s his respectability, his sense of self that has him repeating no through his gag. Frank becomes aware of what Reznor’s saying quietly under his gag. He pulls out and smacks Reznor’s ass hard. “Don’t you contradict me, boy.” He rams his cock back in, pulling up Reznor’s hips so he can rapid-fire fuck him. “Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want me to cunt you, ram my foot all the way up your ass, all the way to your fuckin’ throat.” Talking to him like this, Frank is trying to get his cock back as hard as it was. He’s semi-flaccid but still inside Reznor. “Tell daddy what he wants to hear. Tell daddy.” “Fuck! You!” Reznor yells through his gag, his last attempt to cling to his ego. Frank abruptly pulls out. Gets off the bed. Reznor hears him pick up his pants and rip out his belt. Frank then wails on Reznor’s ass, striking him repeatedly. Reznor’s ass is on fire, flailing around the mattress trying to avoid being struck. “Don’t you disrespect me,” he says, repeatedly whipping Reznor. “Don’t. You. Ever. Disrespect. Me!” Each time letting the belt fly, taking chunks out of Reznor’s butt cheeks. In an uncontrollable rage, he screams, “I will fucking kill you if you ever speak to me that way again, you hear me?” He stops belting him. Hysterical crying comes from the mattress. He whips Reznor’s bleeding ass once more to get an answer. “I said, did you hear me?” “Yes, I hear you,” Reznor sobs, as articulate as he can through the wet cloth. The area below his face is drench in tears, drool, and snot. His tortured butt burns. He tries to suppress his sobs but loses the battle. “You going to be good?” Frank asks him, a little calmer now, out of breath. Reznor quickly nods his head, says, “Mm-hm, I’ll be good.” There’s a long silence. No movement, only heavy breathing. Somehow it’s more terror-producing than the beating. He’s not sure what the maniac will do next. But then he feels the rope around one of his ankles untie, then the other. He looks in front of the bed and sees naked Frank, one big coat of black fur, lowering himself until he’s eye to eye. He unties his gag. Reznor sniffs back mucus. “You understand why I beat you?” Frank’s face is all shamefully contrite. He wipes Reznor’s tears with a thumb. “Yes, sir. I understand.” It’s the first time he breathes freely in a while. “I don’t like it any more than you do, but you made me.” Reznor nods, even as silent tears keep flowing. Frank’s all calm reason. “I’m going to untie you, boy, and I want to see proper gratitude from you. You understand what I’m saying,” he says, stroking his hard on. Reznor sniffs again and nods. “Good. All right then.” Frank unbinds his arms. Reznor curls into a ball holding his knees and gently rocks. “Gratitude, I said, boy.” Frank’s on the bed, kneeling next to Reznor’s head, his erection an inch away from Reznor’s mouth. “Show daddy how grateful you are when he shows you mercy.” He brushes his cock against Reznor’s lips. Reznor opens his mouth and accepts Frank’s member. He runs his tongue over his drooling cockhead as Frank keeps pushing it further into his mouth. Lying on his side he sucks the man, as a palm in back of his head pushes him forward, the cock going deeper into his throat until he retches. Frank immediately pulls out and smack Reznor across the face. Reznor curls up again, while Frank verbally rages at him. The slap makes Reznor think faster now. He loudly pleads for forgiveness, realizes he needs to get on the floor, must kneel before Frank. He spreads Frank legs and starts sucking him in earnest, swirling his palm around the man’s fat member and tonguing him deeper and faster. Frank spits up pre-cum like a geyser the more submissive he gets. He licks his shaft and is pushed down to lick his hairy balls. Frank leans back, spreads his cheeks and tells him to get to work on his asshole. Reznor suppresses his desire to puke at the man’s acrid smell, and pulls his legs down so he can get back to dick sucking. On his elbows, Frank watches with pleasure having the pretty sandy-haired boy bob up and down on his cock, pushing his face into his black patch of pubes, grabbing his head, pushing it down. On the verge of gagging a second time, fearing what that will lead to, Reznor makes a decision. He clamps down his teeth as hard as he can. He’ll castrate this fucker if that what it takes. Frank jumps up roaring in pain, holding his bloody crotch. It takes a moment for the men outside to realize it’s Frank who yelling. Lewis and Shamus along with two of the camo men crash into the bedroom. They witness Frank, his dick bloody but still attached, beating the living shit out of Reznor. Frank’s in a frenzy, knocking Reznor’s head repeatedly against the Dirty Harry poster until he breaks through the trailer’s plaster wall. After Reznor's fallen, he starts kicking him. The four men restrain Frank on the bed to stop him from killing the kid. They keep him there until he regains some of his sanity. Frank assures them he’s okay, and runs into the bathroom to treat his more than injured pride. Reznor wakes up—this time actually awakens after Frank beats him unconscious. He’s cold. Aware enough to realize he’s still naked, outside, the wind blowing over him on a chilly October night. This time he’s upright, standing, or more accurately, hanging by his arms, spread eagle in the middle of a group of empty lawn chairs. The campfire’s last embers smolder, providing little warmth. What light there is comes from the surrounding trailers’ windows. A few remaining men from earlier in the evening mill about. No Frank in sight. His face heavily beaten, mouth swollen, caked blood under his nose, Reznor speaks slowly like a thousand year old man coming out of a thousand year sleep. “Might,” he says, feeling his jaw might be broken, “one of you gentlemen, please, be so kind, as to untie me?” They look fearfully in back of him. “My boys know better than that,” says a familiar deep voice coming up behind him. Frank comes around Reznor’s side, ducks under the rope. He’s in jeans, boots and a dark wool sweater now. “You are strung up,” he says pointing to the beam above him, “where we usually skin our deer.” Reznor’s struggling to come back to full consciousness, hindered by moonshine and meth, and now overlaid by pain. If he doesn’t move, the pain is bearable. He finds his legs are stuck apart, tied to stakes in the ground. But there’s something niggling at the edge of his consciously, something terrifying if he looks straight at it. He refuses to look at it. But as he’s beginning to take in his environment and his situation, he’s aware that while Frank points to the beam above his head, what he’s pointing with is a chainsaw. Frank pulls the cord and the chain saw whirs to life. Frank gives it a few good revs, until he sees comprehension and then, finally, what he’s after, absolute horror in Reznor’s face. Frank lets the chainsaw idle to a soft purr. “You know,” Frank says, walking up to him, “in olden times, when someone tried to kill the king and missed the mark, do you know what they’d do to that person?” Reznor’s piss flows through his chastity cage puddling in the dirt. “Do you know what drawn and quartered means?” Reznor sobs. Shaking. Frank puts his face inches from Reznor’s, both hands on the chainsaw’s handle that, for the moment, pointing to the ground. He gives a few revs, then tilts the spinning blade up between Reznor’s legs so he feels its breeze. Revs it loudly. “I asked you a question, boy,” he shouts over the machine. He opens the throttle to a full roar. “Do you even remember my fucking question anymore!?” To be continued…

I deposited 5 loads in 5 different sluts at the bathhouse over the course of the weekend. I did get a lot of dick but no loads. Two guys that I loaded fucked me and promised to come back and give me one in return before they left, but neither one of them followed through.

This story encouraged me to get my own cage... got it four days ago! And I froze the key! Got horny and wanted to cum, and then I saw my key frozen. I hope it doesn't bend or break. Or do I lol.

For real. Hot as hell when the btm is exposed and the top walks up clothed. Whips the dick out and drops the pants down around his ankles. It’s like the top is only mildly interested to use the hole to cum in and then go on his way.

There been times at a party or 2 or 3 guys - I am very submissive - love sucking cocks - being used - smoking or sniffing poppers . Having 1 of them touching me - stroking me - having my pants pulled off - seeing a condom putting on ! While fucking me - the condom will break - on purpose - others having me sniffing poppers - being used - do not care - having 2 or 3 cocks breeding and seeding me - submissive Bitch / Cum dumpster - being your local whore !

I want poz cum too

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Myles) Myles had never sucked a dick before. He felt so sick. Why did this happen to him. He was always a good guy. Always friendly to other people and now this misfortune happened. He missed his bus to Fresno and while hitch-hiking to his hometown he was now licking a dick at this very moment. “No stains on my jeans. Got that? I don’t want to run around outside with cum on my pants. If I cum, you gotta swallow it all. Do you understand that faggot?” I asked the boy, whose tongue was already exploring my piss slit. “Oh man… yeah… push your tongue into my piss slit, you fucking slut” I moaned. And the boy told me, he wouldn’t know how to suck. HA! I laid my right hand on the back of his head and stroked his hair softly. “You are talented in sucking dick, you know? Now swirl your tongue around my dick head. Make love to it. Imagine it is your girl friend. Do some french-kissing with it; I want to feel your lips around my cock. Let your tongue clean my pisser.” I ordered him. I heard him sobbing softly. “What’s the matter with you down there, aren’t you enjoying your job?” I asked him a bit moody. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. His mouth disengaged from my dick with a lout ‘Plop’. I looked down and saw several dark spots on my jeans. “You son of a bitch, is this your spit?” I freaked out. Myles didn’t reply. He had actually taken care, not to drool onto my cock or my jeans. While staring down at my pants I recognized those stains were only his teardrops. He was crying steadily. “Oh – just your tears. That’s okay bitch. Go on sucking me…. you are good, but start swallowing my cuntbasher. I want to feel your throat muscles give me a good massage and don’t drool on me, you cum addicted tart.” I told him and pressed his head down again using more force than before. He would regret it, if my jeans showed signs of his working. Myles swallowed his spit before talking my hard prick back into his mouth. He covered his teeth with his lips, like I had told him. The pressure on his lips was more painful for him, but for me it was quite a great blow job. He pushed his head deeper towards my crotch and started panting. He moaned things like ‘Oooooh’ or ‘Nooooo’. I couldn’t understand it, but I liked the way his throat vibrated with every tone. After a while I didn’t even had to push his head down anymore. I had both my hands at the steering wheel and enjoyed the sensation of this young guys tongue on my horny cock. We drove a while, when I stopped the car again. I pulled Myles from my cock and told him, he was giving good head, but I needed to fuck his face now to actually cum. He looked confused. “Don’t worry and open your door. Kneel next to the car” I commanded him. He started to cry even more. “Please, please don’t kill me. Pleaaaase…. I don’t want to…..” he whined. “Shut up, you idiot” I shouted out being extremely horny. “I told you, I will fuck your face now….. Open your gullet, you fucking whore and start kneeling there you stupid cuntface.” I went to the passenger’s side and used physical force to make him kneel before me. The view was shielded by my body and the open car door. Myles wailed loudly, but there was no one to help him. I slapped his face several times. I hit him so hard, that his head was flying from side to side. “Open your mouth!” I repeated myself loudly. Myles was still not convinced, but he tried to comply by parting his lips a little bit and I took the chance and pushed my hard member deep into his throat with one swift stroke. Of course he had no chance to keep my jeans clean this way. Soon he started coughing and spitting. I knew it and wasn’t actually mad, but I would still punish him, after shooting my dirty load into him. I showed no mercy and held his head by his ears while forcing myself into his mouth. I repeated myself quite often, that he should keep his mouth open. He knew he was supposed to accept my dick deep down in his throat but he had difficulties breathing and at least 4 times he even puked a little bit. I gave him some space to vomit and reminded him afterwards of his duties. After 15 minutes of hard face fucking I was moaning loudly. I didn’t tell him that I would unload soon. I simply drove my cock down to the hilt, buried it deep in his throat and let my balls fire the charged cum directly into his tummy. After my last shot I stepped aside and Myles fell on his arms and struggled heavily. I was satisfied with myself, but also with the lad. The moment he tried to get up I started punishing him for mucking up my pants. I slapped him on his face and on his ears. He tried to defend himself or at least hold his hands in front of his face, but he didn’t stand a chance. After two minutes of a good slapping I stopped the punishment. “Good job boy…. a very good job…..” I handed Myles a bottle of water and told him to drink and to wash his face a little bit. Then he had to get into the car again and we continued driving south – closer to the Mexican border…..