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Part 4 Stu: I came to and smiled back at Danny who was looking at me intently. If he didn’t have a big smile on his face, I would have thought he was pissed at me for fucking him. “You ok?” I asked and he replied “Hell, yeah.” He then asked if he was ok, since it was his first time with a guy. I laughed and then told him he was much more than “ok.” I told him I was sorry, but we weren’t going to get to do “more” today and he laughed. We talked and he asked some questions about things we did and how he could be better. About all I could offer was to keep practicing and find out what works best for him and to listen for cues from his partner. We got up from the bed a little while later and headed to the shower. I watched him drip a trail of cum across the floor and couldn’t help but laugh. He apologized and I told him that he shouldn’t - it was a sign that he got his partner off and that most bottoms consider it a badge of honor. I wasn't going to tell him about wet spots on the rear of his jeans as he walks home from a hookup or the baths. He would learn soon enough. We showered and I had him push out most of the cum in his ass. He looked a little sad as he watched it go down the drain. We found our clothes and put them on before walking back upstairs. “Thanks, Stu. You don’t know how much this meant to me” he said as we got to the door. “My pleasure, Danny” I replied. He gave me a big hug and a quick kiss and then turned to open the door. “Same time tomorrow?” I asked and he quickly responded “Oh yeah!” —— Danny: When Stu woke back up, he asked me if I was OK. I gave him an enthusiastic “Hell yeah” and then paused. I then asked him if I was a “good fuck, for my first time.” He reassured me that I was better than ok and I hoped he was being honest. I had never asked my sex partner how I was before and wasn’t sure if he was telling me the truth or telling me what I wanted to hear. I guess I would find out in the next few days. If he wanted to have sex again, I must have really been ok. If not, then I will know I sucked. We got up to go shower in the one he had set up in the basement. It was an open shower with no walls on it. There were several drains in the floor and a few shower heads. As I walked over there I could feel the cum drip out of my butt and down my legs. I tried to clench my butt to hold it all in but I couldn’t. Stu actually laughed at me and I told him I was sorry. He told me that it was normal and it was a good thing. Part way through the shower he told me to squat and push out the cum so it didn’t drip out on my way home and in front of my parents. I squeezed most of it out, but I wanted to keep some of it inside me. It just felt so good knowing I had another man’s seed inside me. We got dressed and when I got upstairs I sniffed to see if I could smell cum, but thankfully I couldn’t. I told Stu how much I appreciated him giving me my first gay sex experience. I gave him a hug and kiss and he asked me if I was going to come over the next day. I told him yes and then headed back home. I was really happy as I walked home, having one big question in my life answered. I was gay. Not bisexual, not straight. I was meant to have sex with other men. I would just have to figure out when and how to tell my parents and friends. My parents seemed to notice my happier than normal demeanor at dinner and even commented about it. I just told them it had been a good day with great weather and I was starting to get excited about heading to college. It seemed to satisfy them and they didn’t seem to notice my fidgeting in my chair during dinner from my aching hole. The pain was real and I know it got a lot of abuse earlier but I loved every second. —— Stu: It had been a while since I had taken a guy’s virginity and Danny had probably been the best. He was eager and seemed to enjoy whatever I tried. I was a little concerned when he had hugged and kissed me before he left. I hoped he wasn’t getting too attached and was thinking that we were going to have anything other than a sexual relationship. I guess we were already friends so maybe it would be a fuck buddy relationship. There was also the issue of the viral load I had just pumped into him. I'm not sure how potent it is, but there are a few more poz guys in the burbs now that I've moved here and stopped my meds. Up to now, the florist has been the most fun since he's a real slut that can never get enough dick and gets fucked by at least a dozen guys regularly, but I think he's on PrEP. Now I had Danny and while he was going to head off to college in 11 days, I needed to work quickly. I didn't want to share him with any of the locals since I know how much these people gossip. No, it would be my dick that would be spending most of the time in his ass for the next week and a half. I wasn't going to push him too fast, but soon he'd be taking multiple loads each day inside that fertile boy pussy. With any luck he'd be shooting his own potent seed in his first month at State. —— Danny: The next day, I was over at Stu’s house and we worked on the last bedroom. He suggested I take my shirt off right away and to take my shorts off too so I was just wearing my jockstrap. He said he liked looking at my nearly naked body and I told him he had to do the same. It felt good having someone want to see me naked. I wondered if he found me sexy or just liked to be around naked guys. We worked up a good sweat and ended up leaving the boxes for the trash in the kitchen since we didn’t want to parade outside nearly naked for the neighbors to see. At one point he pulled his phone out and snapped a few pictures of me. We got a little silly and took pictures like they do for the cases of porn videos. I was leaning against the wall with my ass pushed out, bent over the bed, foot on a box showing my spread butt. Stu even took a few more normal pics I could use for an online profile including a few nude pics. He really liked watching me stroke my cock to get it hard for another couple pictures. Stu looked at me and asked “Mind if I send a couple of these to some buddies of mine? I won’t show your face.” “Sure" I replied. He picked out three and then added them to a group chat on his phone. I saw a few of the other pictures that other guys had sent and they were really hot. The pics he sent were me bent over the bed, spread against the wall and a closeup of my bruised hole with a caption of “tapped this 20yo virgin yesterday.” I was proud that he wanted to brag about fucking me to his friends. A few minutes later a few messages came in. Stu showed them to me - “you gonna share?” “nailed him good" "can he walk?” and “I’m next.” “We’ll take a few action shots tomorrow. You should keep those hidden on the sites and send them out only to guys that are really serious about meeting” he told me. “Why tomorrow?” I asked since I was hoping we could fuck again that day. “I figured you would be too sore for anything today” he replied. I grinned back at him and said “I guess we’ll find out.” He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom. —— Stu: I was happy when he showed up the next day, eager to work. As much as I wanted to just spend the afternoon fucking his brains out, I didn't want him to think that was all I was interested in. I did want to see if he was up for more, so I suggested he work in just his jockstrap and flipflops. It proved easier than I thought, but he said he'd only do it if I did too. He looked hot walking around in just his jockstrap getting sweatier by the second. The pouch of his jockstrap was pretty full the entire time, so I knew he was turned on. We played around a little while we cleaned up one of the bedrooms. It was mostly grab-ass types of play, but we did suck each other for a minute or two and I got to rim his sweaty ass briefly. We took a break and were drinking some water when I suggested taking a few pictures for him to put up on his profiles. It didn't take long and we got carried away, taking campy photos like they use for porn promo shots. He looked damn hot sticking his ass out, stroking his cock, playing with his nips and sensually licking his lips. I sent him all of the pics and then asked if I could share a few of them with some of my buddies. He agreed without thinking much about it and I picked three good ones that were sure to get my friends eager to pound his ass. It didn't take long and there were replies in the group message and I showed them to Danny. He seemed surprised that my friends all wanted to fuck him. I also got a few private messages asking for more sordid details and one guy even offered me $500 to let him poz Danny. Gio was a little pissed when I said "no" and told him it was going to be my seed that does the deed and he'd already taken the first load. When we finished up cleaning, I told Danny that we could take some action shots the next day. He could send them out to guys he was interested in meeting to prove he wasn't just talking a good game. He asked why tomorrow and when I told him I thought he might be too sore to fuck today he gave me a wicked smile and said "Let's find out!" I didn't need to be told twice and I dragged him to my bedroom. I gave him a little push toward the bed and he eagerly jumped up and had his ass hanging off the edge. "Where'd you learn that move?" I asked and he quickly replied "I've been watching some porn trying to learn what to do." -- Danny: I had spent most of last night thinking about our fuck. At first, I worried about Stu not using a condom, but then I remembered how good it felt when he shot his cum inside me. I'd never get that feeling if he covered his cock. And then I wondered if a latex covered cock would feel like the dildo I tried. His bare cock went in a lot easier than when I tried to push that dildo in. Maybe those girls would have liked sex with me more if I hadn't used a condom. I had decided the feeling of a uncovered cock was worth any risks. Besides, I was sure Stu was experienced enough to know how to avoid getting any sexually transmitted diseases. My dreams that night were just replays of Stu fucking me and I woke covered in cum. I jumped on his bed and looked around. This time I knew a lot more about Stu than I did the last time I was in his bedroom and figured that Stu had probably fucked all of the guys in the pictures. I saw him set his phone down on the nightstand. I almost shot my load right away when he rubbed his damp, sweaty jock over my face. The only scent it was missing was his cum, but it had plenty of his sweat and a trace of piss. He stuffed the jockstrap into my mouth and then began licking my ass. The ring on his cock pushed against my hole and I relaxed, wanting to feel his dick back inside me. Stu didn't spend much time stretching my hole open, he just got my hole soaked in spit and drove his shaft in. I was still sore from the fuck the day before and he wasn't nearly as gentle as last time. I kind of liked it though and thought that he was now treating me like one of his usual bottoms. Maybe it was just me rationalizing it to alleviate my fears of being a bad sex partner. A few times he got too rough and I cried out. Each time, he would back off and try something different. It seemed like he was trying to make it just as pleasurable for me as it was for him. There was no reason that him pounding his bare cock into my ass should feel that good, but it did. We moved into a few positions, each making his cock jab into new places inside me. I knew my cock was leaking and was happy that it was mostly dripping on the floor instead of the bed. Stu laid on my back and I felt his sweaty chest stick to my equally sweaty back. He asked if I wanted him to cum in me again and I yelled out "Oh fuck yeah!" and "Please! Fill me up!" but the spit soaked jock that was in my mouth just turned it into nothing intelligible. A couple seconds later I just screamed out "MMM... HMM" and he seemed to understand that. He fucked harder and then started to shoot his cum inside me again. I could feel his cock pulse around my ass ring and it went on forever. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up so we were standing, his cock still deep inside me. Stu slowly pulled the spit covered jock out of my mouth and I immediately told him how good it felt. He asked if I wanted more and like a greedy puppy I told him yes. As much as I wanted to experience fucking a partner, I also loved the feeling of a cock drilling me until it filled my gut with cum. -- Stu: He was on his knees on the bed and gave me a little butt wiggle. It was cute to see how eager he was to be my fuck toy again. I clicked record on my phone's camera and set it down, leaning it against the picture frame I'd spent a half hour positioning to get a good view of a bed fuck. Peeling off my sweaty jock, I rubbed it over his face and then stuffed it into his mouth. I pushed him on to his stomach before slapping each ass cheek. Prying them apart, I dove in and was rimming his ass again. The day before he seemed to really enjoy it and I did too. Just like yesterday, the pleasure was secondary and my main goal was to give him just enough spit to let my dick get into him. The jock in his mouth was only partially successful in muffling his moans and I was happy the A/C was on and the windows were closed. Once he was slick, I climbed up his body and dragged my cock along the crack before entering him. I left the piercing laying on his hole a moment and then pushed in. It took another harder shove before my cock had driven past the outer ring and was now inside Danny's tight chute. Danny yelled out and I stopped, letting his bruised ass get used to my cock again. With only spit for lube, it wasn't going in as easy as the day before. I reached under him and started playing with his nips and barely a minute later he was pushing his ass up, trying to get more of my dick inside. The pause had let some of my precum coat his chute and I started plowing in. It took some work initially, but as he stretched out and got slicker I could fuck harder and deeper. About ten minutes later, I pulled him off the edge of the bed. His chest was flat on the bed, his feet flat on the floor and his butt was begging for me to shove my dick back in. I knew I should have been gentler on him, but I fucked him like most of the more experienced guys I did. When I got too hard, he did yell out, but he took it pretty well. The roughness of our fuck would make him more receptive to my tainted seed, too. I leaned over his back and continued drilling him. Now, I could feel his moans in addition to hearing them. "Getting close Danny, want me to breed you again?" I groaned into his ear. He tried to speak, but with the jockstrap still stuck in his mouth just gibberish came out. "What?" I asked, chuckling to myself. A distinct "MMM HMM" came out of his mouth. I pounded him harder and his moans gave way to grunts until I planted my cock into him and felt my cock shoot volleys of cum into his battered tunnel. My chest was heaving after I had finished breeding him a second time. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him with me as I stood up, my cock still inside him. When we were upright, I pulled my jock out of his mouth. "Oh fuck! I can't believe how good that felt. I didn't want it to end" Danny said. "You want more?" I asked, sounding very surprised. "Yeah I do. I mean... if you want to. I'll understand if I'm not as good as the guys you're used to fucking" he replied. -- Danny: It felt good to be filled with cum again but I wasn't sure why. He asked if I wanted more and of course I said yes but then told him I probably wasn't as good as the guys he was used to fucking. He laughed and told me I had nothing to worry about. "You're learning quick. Your eagerness just shows that you found your true self" Stu said. We laid on the bed a bit. I licked some of the cum off his cock and played with the piercing again. It was a challenge to keep my ass clenched shut to hold the huge load of cum he filled me with, but I loved the sloppy feeling. A little later, Stu crawled between my legs and pushed his stiff cock back into my cum filled hole. This time he was a lot gentler but my ass was really sore when a half hour later he growled and shot more cum inside me. We laid there a while afterwards and he saw me fidgiting, trying to not let his cum run all over the bed. He figured out what I was doing and a minute later was eating my ass again, trying to suck some of the cum out. I really wanted to keep it all in, but his tongue just kept digging more and more of it out. Stu suddenly stopped and moved back next to me and gave me a long kiss. When he pushed some of the cum into my mouth I was shocked. I had tasted my own cum a lot of times but this tasted a lot different. There was a little coppery taste to it and it seemed sweeter than mine too. We kept passing it back and forth, adding our spit each time. He pulled away from our kiss, leaving the cum in my mouth. "Swallow" he said to me with a grin. I savored the load on my tongue one last time and swallowed it down. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever done. "Lets go shower. You should get home soon. I don't want to piss off your parents" Stu said. We made it into the upstairs bathroom and he then told me I could empty the load in the shower. I told him "I want to keep it in until I go to sleep" and was unsure how he'd respond. He winked at me and told me to stay right there and went back to the bedroom. A couple minutes later he came back with a short dildo with a skinny part at one end before a wide base. Stu bent me over and pushed it into my ass and once the wide part was past my ring, it sucked itself the rest of the way in. "Bring it back tomorrow, but that plug should hold all of that cum inside until your body absorbs it" he told me.

Let's just file this one under fiction, okay? 'Cause I'd die if people knew what happened to me. I guess it all started a few weeks ago. I was on a4a and received a message from a hot hung dude. Let's call him Tommy. In my entire life I had never before seen so stunningly gorgeous a man, and his dick was perfection. Then I read his status: poz. Although he was amazingly good looking, I thought about it, and held-off on responding to his message. A couple of days later he messaged me again and asked if I was his type. I didn't want to be rude, so I told him I thought he was hot but I don't play with poz guys. Well, to make a long story short, he made an interesting proposition that was hard to ignore. Or maybe I couldn't ignore it because I was hard? Ehh .. who knows. To make a long story short, he ended up at my place and his dick was starting to enter me. In all honesty I was a little freaked out: a poz dick was about to enter my hole. This was definitely a first. But, I remembered Tommy's assurance that he would only 'shallow fuck' me and this was very safe. His plan was to very slowly work his fat dick into my hole and then very slowly and very gently fuck me with just the tip of his massive cock. He explained to me that it could feel better than being fucked hard and deep because all of the sensations are magnified when the top goes slow. And damn, was he right! Not only was his cock the biggest I had ever had in my ass, he also entered my ass more slowly than any big cock had ever fucked me before. When we started, I honestly thought it would hurt like hell, but he used a massive amount of lube and, true to his word, was very gentle. The problem was that it felt way to good. He didn't need to ask me. I'm sure my moans told him all he needed to hear. "How's that feeling?" he whispered into my ear. All I could do was answer with more moans and gasps. "Okay," he said, "we should probably stop now. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, he stopped and withdrew. Almost involuntarily I found myself pleading "Please, put it back in!" He kissed the back of my neck and replied "Gosh, I love fucking your hot bubble butt, but, I'm liking it too much," adding as he rubbed my crack with his cock, "and I'm worry you will like it too much and that I'll turn you into a chaser." I just wanted to get fucked more. II heard about bug chasers before. Those were stupid crazy people. I'm not one of them. "Please just a little more,"I pleaded. Tommy complied, saying "Okay, but I have to go just a little deeper. If I don't, I might pop out; the real difficulty is in the penetration. I have to make sure that I stay in your hole." That kinda made sense, I reasoned. I felt him slide it back in. Oh God! It felt beyond fantastic. My ass was stretching wide, but it didn't burn like most tops make me feel. "Fuck, that's deep!" I shrieked. Tommy assured me that it was only half-way in. "You're taking it well." And the brief painful jabbing sensation I had just felt was immediately replaced by a warm pleasant sensation. His pace was much quicker than the slow shallow strokes with which he had started. Now each stroke was more forceful, and brought me even more intense pleasure. Tommy whispered into my ear, "we should probably stop soon before I lose control. Unless you want a load of poz cum deep inside you." He drove his cock deeper into me as if to emphasize how far he was invading my hole at that point. The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to stop, but, it felt so wonderful. My orgasm was building. And I didn't want the pleasure to stop. All I could do was moan in response. Tommy tried to remind me that I was making a bad decision. "I can tell you're loving this, but, if you don't tell me to stop, I'll blast my poz cum inside your ass. Is that what you really want?" He then picked up his pace as if he knew the answer I couldn't say aloud. Oh my god. Why didn't I say stop? Was it because it felt amazing? Or did I maybe want a poz load in me? Wait, am I a bug chaser? Tommy was pounding me hard and deep now. I felt his balls slap against my taint. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. No, I'm not a bug chaser. But, fuck .. it felt so good! I just wanted him to keep fucking me. That's all. When I heard my voice demand he 'Fuck me', somehow it seemed like someone else had given the order. He paused for a moment. "Oh, you love this big dick inside you huh?" Why was he teasing me now. "Yes, fuck me!" I blurted out. My orgasm was so close. I needed him to continue. I pulled at his legs to show the urgency I felt. He slowly resumed pace and gave me one final warning "this big poz dick is gonna give you AIDS," as his pace picked-up. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He was assailing my hole. I felt my balls tighten and I could feel his dick grow tight. My hole was being destroyed with each thrust, but I couldn't let it end. I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth as I started to jerk my cock, "I don't care! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was so close to cumming. A voice in the back of my head was telling me "you're becoming a chaser." Or wait, did Tommy say that? I couldn't think clearly. But, all I could say before I came was "shoot your poz cum in me! Give me AIDS!" I felt a his cock twitch and pumping, and even as he did, another voice in the back of my head was telling me 'he's shooting poz cum into your ass'. And I didn't care. In fact, I loved it and blurted out "Yes! Fuck yes!" just as I shot my own load into my stomach. I could still feel Tommy pulsating inside my as as I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. Tommy collapsed beside me. As the seconds passed I came to reality. Holy shit, what I had I done?

Workin at job site today, got hit up on grindr by a cub that was a couple miles away and wanted a blowjob and maybe to fuck. Told him i could stop by on my lunch hour. He asked if i get fucked raw, said fuck yes i do and he gave me his hotel info. Stopped by an hour later and went right to his hotel room. He opened the door in just his underwear, we groped and i quickly got on my knees, pulled down his underwear, and started sucking his cock. Was a thick 7 inches. He instantly got rock hard and after a minute pulled down my jeans and underwear and wanted to see my big hairy ass. I bent over and put a gob of lube on my hole and he couldnt wait to push his cock head in. He pulled his cock head out and added some spit and pushed back in. Fucked me for about a minute and said he was gettin close cause my tight ass is really milking his cock and pulled out. I told him shove that cock back in my ass and keep fuckin. He fucked me balls deep for another 30 seconds and moaned and unloaded deep in my ass. Stayed in my ass until he got soft and slipped out. I pulled up my jeans and zipped up and went back to job site. Still have his load soakin in my guts a couple hours later. If the other guys only knew how much of a cum pig i am id be servicing them too.

Chapter 13 His friend that was there at the start send a text massage and asked him if he got anymore fun after he left. The Pig replied that yes he did and he wouldn’t believe what all he got into. Little did he know that his friend was watching the live show and recording it. The Pig felt like crap for a couple days after his ordeal. His ass hole was sore for a few days. When he walked around he could feel his hole throbbing and felt like something was stuck in it still. When sat it felt like part of him was trying to fall out. He knew he had taken a lot of abuse in his ass and with the way he felt he didn’t want to repeat that for a while, if ever. He receiver emails from over 2 guys saying they would love to play with him or wishing they could get that Acton on them. By the end of the week he was craving some of that action again and figured it really wasn’t that bad after all. The craving was like no other feeling he had felt. It was a burning need deep in his guts. He emailed the guy that had the parties to see what all went on at them. The guy told him that he had just had a young guy novice a week or so ago and that the Kid wanted more but that the next party would not be for a while. The pig asked if he could get in on some of that action at the next party and the guy replied that afte5r seeing him on the app that they could definitely have some fun with this if he still wanted it when the next party was planned. The craving the Pig felt was intense. He contacted his friend to see if they could play again but he was going to be out of town for the next 2 weeks. Putting a vibrator up his ass and jerking didn’t get him to where he wanted anymore, something was always missing now. He vaguely remembered one of the guys talking about the bath houses in the next town. Parts of the conversations were foggy in his brain. He decided to try one of the bath houses to see if he could get someone to help with the itch deep in his ass. He went to one of the baths the next weekend. He had told his family that he had to go out of town for work and would be back early the following week. He got a motel room close to one of the baths and cleaned himself up and got ready to go. He got a room there and as getting ready when he found that he had forgot his hood. He wanted to use in in case anyone was there that cold recognize him. He wasn’t sure where he left it but he was cleaned and ready to pay and that craving was getting the better of him. He put a towel around his waist and stared walking around. He really felt self-conscious and would lot look anyone in the eyes. He was about to go back to his room when a young Kid smiled at him and grabbed his cock thru his towel. The Kid was really young. He looked to barely be 18. The Kid felt his 6” erection under the towel and immediately knelt down and to suck on his. The Pig loved this and was in heaven. That craving suddenly felt stronger, He loved this but needed more. With his towel on the floor he patted his ass and started rubbing it. He didn’t remember who did it but he felt a lubed finger worming up his ass. This felt great and was exactly hat he needed. He grabbed the Kids head and forced all his cock into the Kids mouth. The Kid gaged a couple times but didn’t stop. The Pig said “ Ok Kid, you like daddies cock in your mouth”? The Kid said “ Yes”. The Lubed finger was warming his hole up. He didn’t know what kind of lube it was but he thought he would have to Find out ad het some. The heat in his ass was getting stronger and he loved it. His starving ass was finally getting some of what it needed. His head was spinning ant he looked down at the Kid and said “ Suck it whore. Make me cum”. He was degrading the Kid and loved it. Little did he know that later that evening the Kid would be paying him back when he had him bent over taking the Kid’s toxic cock. The guy with the Finger up his ass pulled it out leaving an all to familiar empty feeling. The guy behind him said that he was going to the basement to have fun and left. The Kid heard that and stopped sucking the Pig’s cock, stood up and said “ That sounds fun “. The Kid walked down the hall leaving the Pig with that burning feeling deep in him and a cock throbbing in need. His case of Blue Balls was really getting to him. The Pig looked around and didn’t see many guys so he decided he would check out the basement to see what all was going on there. He figured a quick look wouldn’t hurt. When he walked down the steps he could hear the sound of sex. Guys moaning and the unmistakable sound of cocks getting serviced. He had watched enough porn to recognize this.

Very interesting and moving to read. I thought of something similar while I was chatting here last night and browsing around here on BZ I stumbled over your moving post. The moment we are inside of each other is a magical moment when the world is standing still, time becomes endless, space becomes a world where only you and your fuckmate ever exist and and the sexual act becomes a small magical world within the real world. In that moment it really doesn’t matter anymore who you are, who the guy is you are having intercourse with. In such a moment we can forget who we are, who we have been before and what we are going to be tomorrow. We are just allowed to be the primal primitive driven beings that we are. In such a moment I love to be someone else’s hook up, lover, husband, boyfriend, brother in arms, best friend… Various levels that we can feel for each other throughout the whole time from the beginning of penetration, the first kiss, until we shoot our loads inside of each other. I may not see him again, but all the dimensions of those impressions, familiar or new, will remain. and we can share so much of this without even mentioning a single word. Without even knowing each other's name necessarily, ... a wink, a nasty smile, and within a second you know you can share a world with him for a moment. Fuck, hell... I felt it even fucking mates in dark steam rooms, even without having seen their faces... I felt their devotion, their craving responded to mine. What you cannot see with your eyes, your dick can make you feel it being inside of someone else. Your fuckmate feels your devotion feeling your semen inside of him, even if he doesn't see your face. It's a kind of magic that is destroyed the moment you have to do the "technical paperwork" in agreeing to use condoms, putting them on, having a hard time with putting them on, the constant feeling of a foreign object still distancing the fuck mates, while a fuck is supposed to unify for the sake of inseminating.. and the condom slipping off, or the constant concern if it'd slip off... well: a hot encounter is definitely everything else but this crap. ... in the worst case ending up in forgoing the fuck completely and agreeing on doing something else or giving up the fuck before it has even started... The focus on the actual magic is completely lost from why we're actually doing all of this ... Like the famous story where some village people found a source of healing water, and started to worship it, attracting more and more visitors, building a massive building around it for worship, making a pop cultural hype out of it with intense marketing and money making, without realizing the source has dried out already long ago. In my younger (naiver) years, I thought there was a special understanding between gay men in general. That was far from reality, especially with committed condom users judging others without having a notion of the connection as I mentioned above. What I have mentioned above, I have only felt with fellow barebackers... we gift each other so much non verbally... maybe even without realizing it... the connection that needs no words and doesn't force you into words by going through the how-to's of condom use... We just see, we feel, we cum...

Grabbing my hips holding me still, he belted “no condom, Dad’s gonna enjoy this awhile” and he dicked me with four of his nine. Trembling from fear and hunger, all I could do was submit to this Alpha. He pulled out and thrust in half a dozen times, as I got used to his half dick and wide girth. I hadn’t felt a raw dick in years. I knew it was “wrong.” He was a stranger. I also knew his power was no match for me. I moaned and exhaled. My elbows buckled my chest and head fell to the bed — ass firmly held in air by his hands and cock. “Dad’s turn” is all I heard as I felt this stranger burry deep with an intense thud. I gasped as his nine inch thick raw cock took me to a new place: complete submission to his will, his command and his raw demands. Before I knew it he was pounding. I was at his mercy.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. This one has been sitting around for a few years. I finished it up after figuring out how to get out of the hole I wrote myself into. It's a little different since it gives the perspectives from the two main characters - Danny and Stu. As usual for my stories, the first part is setup with no sex. ------ Part 1 Danny: Summer had arrived I was stoked to have two months more to relax before I headed off to the state university to finish my degree. I had graduated from the local junior college and was looking forward to finally moving away from my parents and starting a life on my own. One day I was heading out for my daily run when I spotted our new neighbor outside. Well, he was a few doors down, not next door, but still a neighbor. Mrs. Graydon had passed away last winter and her grandson had inherited the house and was cleaning things out and updating it. He seemed to be a cool guy in his early 30’s. He was single but seemed to have a lot of friends that would stop by and visit. I suppose he missed living in the city and our little suburb was quite a change, but it was a free house. I went out on my afternoon run and he was piling some stuff at the curb for the garbage man. He just had some shorts and tennis shoes on and was sweating like he had just run a marathon. I had only made it 3 houses down from my parent’s house when I stopped to let him walk by. It didn't look like he was paying attention to anything around him. He definitely looked different than most of our neighbors. He was about my height (5ft 10) but had a bigger frame. He had light brown hair and gray eyes. He had some muscle but there wasn’t a six-pack under his hairy somewhat flat stomach and chest. The thing that really stood out was that he had a lot of ink. Tattoos. His left arm was covered as was half of his right. There was a large one on his back and another big one on his left leg that looked like a serpent. His smile, though, cut right through the tough guy image of the tattoos. “Hi! I’m Stu. I just moved into my grandmother’s old house” he said. I was speechless at first since I was getting into my “running zone” and wasn’t ready for a conversation with a stranger. After a few seconds, I replied “Hi, I’m Danny. I live three houses down… until I head down to State for fall semester.” “Cool. That’s where I went. I’m sure you’ll have fun down there. It’s a great campus. You taking the summer off then?” Stu asked. He seemed really friendly and nothing like the comments I had heard from some of the neighbors that found him not clean-cut enough for the neighborhood. I replied “Kinda. No summer classes but I have a part time job.” Stu had set the boxes down and was looking back at me. His eyes seemed to wander all over my body. I had my usual running outfit on of a tank top, shorts and running shoes, all freshly washed by my mom. “Yeah, you’ll want to build up your piggy bank for next year. You’d be surprised how expensive some of the shit can be” Stu said. I could see he seemed to be thinking about something and was on the edge of saying something else but he shook his head and said “I gotta get some more of this crap sorted. There’s over 50 years of stuff she collected in there. See you around.” I took off on my run and I kept coming back to thinking about Stu. When I run I try and clear my head - it’s my relaxation time. There was just something about him that intrigued me. He was kind of sexy wearing just shorts and being all sweaty. Confident, too. Maybe that was the problem - I had never really figured out my own sexuality. I had come to the decision that I was bisexual a few years ago. I had dated girls and had sex with several of them, but I still liked checking guys out too. I was too nervous to actually do anything with a guy, especially around my home town since everyone gossips. It was one of the reasons I was looking forward to being a few hours away at the big state university so I could experiment a little. — Stu: The year started off strangely. My mom’s mother and I had always been close but she suddenly died on the coldest day of the year. When she hadn’t answered the phone two days in a row, I went over to check on her. I found her laying in bed sleeping but this was an eternal sleep that she would never awaken from. My mom had died almost ten years earlier from cancer and my dad disappeared with his new wife a year after that. He didn’t want anything to do with me, his gay son. He barely talked to my sister, either. My grandmother left everything to me which caused a rift between me and my sister. After dealing with probate, I sold my condo in the city and moved out to her house in the burbs. I had a lot of ideas of what I could do with the place and knew the huge basement would make a great playroom. I had been there about a month and was starting to feel pretty isolated. I would pull up the apps and it looked like I was in a desert. Many times the nearest guy was miles away. My friends didn’t really want to come visit but they did as long as I came into the city sometimes too, so we started to alternate weekends. When I went into the city it almost always meant going to the bath house. The baths had been a staple for me since I moved to the city after I graduated. It was a place where I could satisfy all my sexual needs without having to deal with a full time partner. I like the variety of fucking or getting fucked by different guys every time and there isn’t the bullshit that you have on dates or hookups. You might get the occasional guy who asks for a condom but that’s it. No questions about status or when did you last get tested. None of the questions about hobbies or previous relationships either. You meet, you fuck, you leave. I did get a few hits on the apps now and then. Mostly it was married guys looking to get fucked or wanted a decent blowjob and a couple that wanted to fuck. It was funny, almost all of them listed “safe only” in their profiles but when they would show up nothing was said. Many of them ended up going home to their wives with a big load of my cum inside them. I never heard from most of them after the first fuck. They usually were so embarrassed when they came down from the post-fuck high that they couldn’t get their clothes on fast enough and get out the door. I did meet a few that became fuck buddies so between them and the trips to the baths my balls always had a fresh load of sperm. One day I was taking a load of stuff from my grandmother’s house out for the garbage pickup and this young guy came jogging down the sidewalk. I almost ran into him since I really wasn’t paying attention. He was cute, on the thin side but was in nice shape. He was about my height with dark brown hair. He stopped and I introduced myself. Danny, his name was. He seemed friendly and had that twenty year old innocence about him. My gaydar was really pinging on him but he didn’t seem to be flirting back. I almost offered to hire him to help clean the junk out of the house right then and there. It would be a good way to see him closer and maybe get him down to the basement to try out some of the stuff I had put in down there. I decided to take it slow and not scare him off since he seemed to be the only person in the neighborhood who wasn’t intimidated by me. Most of the residents thought I was too young to own a house there and the fact that I had several tattoos and piercings put them off too. I heard several comments thinking I was a "hooligan" or "thug." — Danny: The next day I went for my run and looked over at Mrs. Graydon’s… er Stu’s house as I went by, hoping to see him outside. That's when I spotted the car and the "For Sale" sign in the windshield. He wasn’t around but as I came back from my run, he was out in the driveway meeting a guy. The guy was a little taller than Stu and looked a little like Mr. Johnson that owns the flower shop downtown. They were hugging each other but it was more of a bear hug than a bro-hug. Stu waved as he saw me and they went into his house and I headed off to ours to take a shower. My mind kept thinking of Stu as I showered and my dick started getting hard. I realized that I found him really sexy. He was older than me, but not as old as my dad. Probably experienced. Shit, I didn’t even know if he liked guys. The next day I asked about the car and he told me everything he knew about it. It had a pile of receipts detailing every visit it had to the dealer or Mr. Bryant's shop for maintenance. The car ran like new and he even let me test drive it. The car wasn’t much, but it was better than driving around in my mom’s minivan. It might have been 20 years old, but it only had 18,000 miles on it from going to the grocery store and church and it was a Toyota so it probably would last a while. I told my dad about it and the next day my dad was over striking a deal with Stu and the car was mine. For the next few days I would go out on my run and I would catch glimpses of him either out in the yard or going inside his house. Almost every time he just had some shorts and shoes on, but no shirt. On Friday I was coming back from my run. The day was really warm and I had my tank top in my hand as I came down the street. Stu was coming out of his house with a kitchen chair and was walking to the street. I stopped as I got to his house and said “Hi!” as he set the chair down. He said “Hi” back and then asked “Can I borrow you for a few minutes to help me take the rest of the chairs and table out here? I’m sure someone will be interested in a free kitchen table set.” “Sure!" I replied as I followed him back into his house. “Unless you need it for your place at school…” Stu said. “Nah, I’m going to be living in the dorms for the first year anyway” I replied. It took us a couple of trips to get the six chairs and the table out to the street. I was just about to head home when he asked “Do you want something to drink? It’s the least I can offer.” “Yeah, that would be good. I’m thirsty after my run” I said. He motioned for me to take a seat on one of the chairs out on the back deck. I noticed that there was a hot tub next to the deck and that the back yard was now fenced in with a tall eight foot fence. Stu came back with a few drinks in his hand. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted and I didn’t want to make another trip so I got a bottle of water, a gatorade and an iced tea. The beer’s for me” he said and chuckled. “Water’s good” I replied with a smile. “You’ve done some work back here. Last time I saw it there were weeds everywhere” I said to Stu. “Yeah, I hired some landscapers to clean everything out and put the fence up. I like it a little more private back here but Mr. Simpson said I ruined his view. It turned out even better than I hoped, though” Stu told me. “Nice hot tub. I bet that feels good after you’ve been working all day moving boxes and furniture” I said. I wasn’t sure why I said that, it was more to fill the silence. But I looked over at Stu when he didn’t reply right away and saw him staring at me. Finally he broke the stare and said “Yeah it does. Uh… you want to try it out?” I was surprised at his offer. I had only been in one a few times when my family had been on vacation at some hotel. I could tell I was blushing and I stammered out a reply “Uh… I’d like to but I don’t have a swimsuit. I could run home and get it if you’re serious.” A big smile came over his face and he replied “No need. It’s just the two of us and I prefer to be naked in there. As long as you’re ok with it…” Stu stood up and walked over to the steps and looked back at me. He walked over to the edge of the hot tub and pulled the cover back and then turned on the motor. I was kind of embarrassed and actually felt my cock twitch. I didn’t want to give him a bad impression so I took a gulp of water and headed over to the hot tub. — Stu: I watched each day go by and figured out Danny was a creature of habit. He would go jogging past my house at the start of his run and then come back about the same time every time. I laid out my plan to see if my gaydar was right about this guy. He was cute and innocent and I thought he might be a good time. I've always enjoyed getting my dick into a new ass. Finally on a Friday, I was looking out as he came back from his run and took one of my grandmother’s old kitchen chairs out to the street just as he was running by. I asked him for some help to get the rest of the chairs and the table out for the junk collectors. Just like I hoped, he agreed. Afterwards I offered him something to drink. Things moved faster than I expected when he commented about the hot tub. It was too easy. I suggested we jump in, but he wanted to get his swimsuit first. I told him I preferred to be naked in the hot tub. He didn’t put up a fight and the next thing I knew he was standing next to me by the hot tub. I dropped my shorts and kicked off my sneakers before I climbed the two steps and swung my legs over the edge into the warm water. I didn’t even really make a scene of it, but he seemed to be a little shocked at how nonchalant I was about hopping in naked in front of a stranger. Years of going to the baths does that to a guy. I’m much more comfortable naked than with clothes on. I slid down into the bubbling water and motioned for him to join me. From the angle I was at, I couldn’t see him drop his shorts, which was a shame. I did watch closely as he walked up the two stairs to get in. I looked carefully as he revealed his cock and ass and then knelt down and then got into the water. He had a nice treasure trail from his navel to his bush. It was a nice looking soft cock, about 5 inches long, a little thick and cut. It would be a nice mouthful, but I would probably have to wait for another day for that. “Slow” I kept reminding myself. We sat there in the warm water and chatted a bit. I would mix general stuff with questions about his social life, trying to find out if he was seeing someone and whether it was a guy or a girl. In the end, he wasn’t seeing anyone and since he was leaving for school soon. That made some sense, but didn't help me find out if he was gay. He had a bunch of friends and they would play video games or goof around. All pretty boring stuff. He did mention having a couple ex-girlfriends, but that didn’t mean much. Lots of gay guys do that before they come out. I did catch him looking me over and I gave him plenty of chances to see all of my body. When I got a little too hot, I would sit up on the edge of the tub, with just my lower legs and feet in the water. Danny seemed a little shy and stayed under water the whole time. — Danny: I was a little nervous about getting into the hot tub naked with another guy. I really didn’t know him that well, but I also wanted to show him I wasn’t scared to do it. I went down the stairs to get into the tub. There were some hooks on the fence next to the tub, so I could hang my shorts there and then it was a short distance to get into the tub. He was so at ease dropping his shorts and getting into the tub naked in front of me. My eyes were glued to his every move and I looked him over. The hair on his chest and stomach also covered his butt and legs. He wasn’t one of those hairy beasts you see sometimes, but he wasn’t smooth either. I just had a little patch of hair between my pecs and it just looked stupid as far as I was concerned, so I had shaved my chest since it first grew out. I left the trail between my belly button and my cock since I liked how that looked and kept my pubes trimmed so it didn’t look like a jungle down there. I climbed into the tub, trying to be careful not to slip and fall in. The next thing I knew I was sitting in the tub across from Stu. I could look at him and not be obvious. He really did look sexy. I had never known or seen anyone that had that much ink covering his body. I tried to make out all of the images that were there but still keep our conversation going. He was friendly and asked lots of stuff trying to get to know me. I realized that I hadn’t asked anything about him and then I saw the reflection. “Holy shit. You have your nipples pierced?” I blurted out. I hadn’t noticed the little bars in each nipple before. Suddenly, I was really embarrassed how I said that. Stu just laughed though and said “You just noticed? I think every time we have met my shirt has been off.” “Uh, I guess that tattoos distracted me” I replied. I immediately felt like an idiot for saying that too. Now it sounded like I was checking him out. Which I was, I just didn’t want to admit it. Stu had a big smile on his face. “Don’t worry about it. I realize that the ink and piercings aren’t a common sight around here. Look all you want. Ask questions if you want. If I didn’t expect some comments, I wouldn’t have gotten them” he said. He was sitting up on the edge of the tub and I looked over all of the tattoos and the rest of his body seeing if I had missed anything else. I was trying to avoid looking at his crotch, but another reflection drew me to his cock. It was hanging and soft but it was still bigger than mine. And there was a ring in the end of it. This time I fought back the urge to blurt out something just as stupid as I had before. After a few seconds I just said “Another piercing?” He nodded and then lifted up his cock so I could see it better. My eyes were glued on it and I just said “Fuck.” “Yep, that’s what it’s for. Feels really good when I fuck and I’m told it feels really good for them too” Stu said. He let go of his cock and slid back into the water. After a few minutes of silence I asked “Why?” “Well, some of the tattoos have meanings, others are just art. The piercings are mostly about pleasure. Except for the ears. Those I did when I was younger and are more for looks. Though when someone sucks on the bottom ear piercing it does feel good” he said and laughed again. He seemed so comfortable talking about this stuff and I was trying hard to keep my cock from being completely stiff and saying one word sentences. We talked a little more and I realized the sun was going down and I had to get home. “I need to get home before my parents worry. This was fun” I said. “My pleasure… Oh shit… I forgot… The towels are in the house. Grab your shoes and shorts and follow me in. We can dry off inside” Stu said. I tried willing my cock to go soft but it wasn’t really listening. I stood up and while my cock wasn’t as hard as it had been, it was definitely not soft. I blushed and hoped Stu wouldn’t notice as I turned and got out of the tub and went down the stairs, picking my shoes off the ground and grabbing my shorts from the hook. As much as I tried to hide it, Stu had noticed. “The hot bubbling water usually does that. Don’t worry” he said. I think he winked at me too, but I was too embarrassed to look at him. I followed him into the house and he reached into a cabinet and pulled out two towels, tossing one to me. I dried off making sure the towel covered my cock. Once dry, I pulled my jock and shorts on and then my tank top. “Thanks for the dip in the hot tub. It was fun” I said turning to the door. “No problem. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for helping me move the stuff. I might want some more help another time. There’s a lot of stuff here and lots of my stuff is still sitting in the basement. See you later” Stu said. — Stu: Damn, Danny’s cute. It took everything I had not to slither over to the other side of the hot tub and ravage him. He definitely stayed coy about whether he was into guys, but I really think he is just waiting for the right opportunity. Hopefully I can give him that, and a lot more. When we got out of the hot tub, he bent over to get his shoes and I almost ran over and buried my face in his ass. His legs had a little hair on them and there was a little more between his ass cheeks, but that hole had my mouth watering. It looked so perfect and tight and I knew it would feel good with my tongue or cock deep inside it. I caught him the next day when he was coming back from his run and asked him if he was up for making a few bucks helping me clean out the rooms in the house. I told him it would be just a couple hours each day he wanted to work. Since I work at home, my schedule is usually flexible. I told him he could just stop by any time after 2PM on weekdays and he could work for a couple hours and then go for his run. He said it sounded good since he could set what days he would work. I just asked he give me an hour or more notice so I could adapt my work schedule. I didn’t mention that I also might have to get rid of a hookup, hehe. He started stopping over a few days later. He really did help out a lot. He was good at sorting junk from valuables and useless old mail from bills that might need attention. The first day he stumbled across my grandmother’s toy box with a vibrator and a couple dildos. He was so embarrassed. I already had my own collection downstairs so I just told him to “pitch them.” I think he might have taken one home with him or came back and got the whole box later. It was hard to tell with all the garbage cans we were filling.

The Risk of Sharing Sarah Sarah and I had been married for four years before we started going down a path that we couldn’t come back from. We started dating in high school and were each other’s only sexual partner until we married shortly after finishing college. We both came from conservative backgrounds. Needless to say, we didn’t have a whole lot of experimentation or experience other than what we’d learned in ‘family planning’ units in health class and what we learned experimenting together. We had fooled around before getting married, but hadn’t gone ‘all the way’ until our wedding night. Looking back, I still think she’s the hottest woman in the world. I didn’t know she could ever be as filthy as she evolved to be. I also didn’t know that going down this path with her could have been such a turn on. Let me tell you how we got there. In college, I loved eating Sarah’s pussy, and we didn’t fuck until we were married. She was so tight. I loved opening her up with a finger or two and lapping at her fleshy pink lips. She got super wet and would rock back and forth so I could tongue fuck her. I always got her off with my tongue and fingers and she’d reciprocate by giving me great head. I’ve got a solid six inches, pretty thick from base to tip and a cut mushroom head. After a few tries, she was able to get my cock all the way down her throat so she could suck me and tickle my balls with her tongue. That kind of sex got us through college and the whole wedding planning process. We had a serious talk about our plan for birth control and condoms after getting married. She wanted to really feel me our first time, so we basically planned the wedding so our honeymoon would be in her safe time. On our wedding night, she rode me bareback no less than three times, and she let me cum inside her each time. After that, we’d have fantastic oral sex for her risky week and she’d let me go raw the other week, but always made me pull out just in case. The only time I wasn’t fucking her bareback was when it was her time of the month. Basically, that worked for four years with no scares and no need for her to go on birth control or for me to use condoms. Then, of course, the inevitable happened. She felt so good on my cock that I didn’t pull out in time. I thought she’d be furious with me, but instead, she loved it. She said that the risk really turned her on. So, we explored that for a few months. Risk can be such a turn on. Now, Sarah begged me to cum inside her three weeks out of the month, whether she was ovulating or now. I made sure to keep a supply of condoms on hand in case she ever wanted me to wear one, but whenever I tried to use protection, she egged me on to enjoy the thrill of the risk. She was getting more and more into the idea of risky sex. She told me that cum really turned her on, especially on or in her pussy. I had to admit that the sight of her freshly filled pussy really turned me on. I asked her if she wanted to go on birth control, and she did think about it, but decided it would kill the idea of risky sex for her, so we were now really playing cum roulette. One time, she begged me to ‘fill her up’ when it really wasn’t safe, and I have to admit it turned me on to know that I could be knocking her up. That turned us both on so much that I stayed hard, and fucked her again. I looked down to see my cummy cock slipping in and out of her, and it made me shoot inside again. That was the first time she took two loads. About this time, Sarah became closer to Kate, a mutual friend from college. Kate had been what we called a ‘fast girl’ and she had lots of boyfriends. I came home from work once a bit late, and they’d had a few glasses of wine together. As I entered the front door, I overheard Kate telling her something about ‘how good it felt, taking their cum. And even better having him eat it out of you!’ I even heard the unmistakable sound of a sopping wet pussy being fingered. Sarah was masturbating while Kate was telling her some naughty story. I listened to Sarah orgasm and catch her breath before loudly opening the door and announcing, ‘honey, I’m home!’ She met me at the door flustered and blushing. Kate winked at me and made her way out. Once she was gone, Sarah pounced on me and tore my clothes off. We made love, well, fucked really, right there on the living room floor. She begged me to ‘fill her up,’ and I knew it wasn’t a safe time. I asked if she was sure, and she just begged me. I shot a big load deep in her pussy and she came on my dick. I went soft and slipped out. She leaned back on her shoulders and spread her legs, showing me her cummy pussy. I’d never really examined up close what her tight little cunt looked like freshly fucked, puffy. Her lips were puffy and red, and my cum spattered all along her slit, slowly oozing out. She reached for my face, and I leaned in think she wanted me to kiss her, and instead, she guided my head down to her crotch. She pushed my face right into the cummy mess we’d made. I couldn’t pull back, so I just went with it. I lapped at her pussy and knew I was eating my own sperm as it oozed out of her slit. She moaned and cooed, ‘yeah, make sure you get it all. It’s not my safe time.’ And her body was wracked by an orgasm. I’d gotten her off on my tongue before we were married, and I wish I could say that my tongue got her off this time too. Her telling me to clean her out because she was ovulating was what made her cum. I honestly didn’t mind the taste or the texture. It kind of turned me on to know that my tongue might be all that stood between her egg and my cum meeting inside her. After that time, she nearly always wanted me to eat her out after filling her up. I never denied her what she wanted. I knew she and Kate talked about it and Kate even made one joke once asking if I was ‘developing any new tastes lately.’ I just grinned, certain they told each other everything. Sarah said, ‘soon, when I’m ready..’ and Kate just winked. One night after dinner and a bottle of wine, Sarah cuddled next to me on the sofa. She told me that she was really turned on by the risky sex we’d been having but wanted a little something more. I asked her what she had in mind, turned on by this sexy side of her coming out. She confessed that she fantasized about letting another man fuck her, maybe even letting him cum inside her one day. I was taken aback but told her that I’d naturally support her in whatever she wanted. She was overjoyed and we started to lay out a process to get another man’s cock, and possibly cum inside her unprotected pussy. I never felt offended, but unsure how to proceed. Sarah was mortified that someone other than me and Kate would discover her kinky risk fetish, so she enlisted Kate’s help. It turned out that Kate was really into risky sex too but had a lot more experience than me or Sarah. Kate was going to find a guy, a stranger to us, to fuck my wife. I suggested that we use some sort of protection with this guy. I mean, it was risky enough having your wife fucked by a stranger, so we agreed to use condoms this time. Sarah would get a new dick in her and see if she liked it, and I’d see if I could handle it. We agreed that if this didn’t go well, we’d wait for one year to sit and think about our risky marital monogamous sex. Kate made the plans, and one night after work in her safe time, as planned, a tall slim guy rang our doorbell. We’d never done anything like this before, so it was, honestly, awkward. He politely introduced himself as Bill and we had a glass of wine together. We repeated our terms and talked about how it would go. They’d kiss while I ate Sarah’s pussy and got her ready for Bill to fuck, safely. I was relieved that they both followed the plan. When I’d gotten Sarah wet and opened up, Bill pulled down his pants and hefted out a long skinny dick. I bet it was seven inches long. He rolled a condom on and it went about two-thirds of the way down his shaft. I realized then that this would not only be the only cock other than mine inside her, it would also be the first time she’d ever been fucked with a condom. I jerked off while Bill mounted her and slid inside. Sarah immediately came on his dick. He was about an inch longer than me and I knew he was hitting spots she’d never felt before. He pounded her cunt and talked dirty to her asking her if she liked him plowing her married pussy. He asked me if I wanted to fuck her after he’d stretched her out and opened her up. I nodded that indeed I did! He laid down on his back and had Sarah slide down on his pole to ride him. She grimaced as she sank down, complaining that the friction didn’t feel good to her. She asked if I’d help her out, and reached out to my face. Once again, she drew my face to her pussy, only now, it was full of another man’s rubbered cock. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the spot where his dick penetrated her. He went so deeply that the entire condom was swallowed by her pussy. When he was deepest inside Sarah, it looked like he was fucking her raw. In that moment, I couldn’t help but think that I could never have imagined Sarah wanting an experience like this. And I knew we’d both be ok with doing something like this again. When Bill was close, he dutifully pulled out. Sarah hovered on her haunches as he blasted his load all over her pussy lips. I was grateful that none got in her. Bill got dressed and respectfully gave her a peck on the cheek. I was still crouched between her legs savoring the sight of her freshly fucked pussy spattered with a stranger’s seed. It was the first time she’d brought another man to orgasm, and his load was perilously close to her vagina. She told me she had a great time and wanted me to fuck her bareback and fill her up. I put my dick right inside her and pounded her until I shot my load deep into her cervix. When I pulled out, I realized that I must have fucked some of Bill’s semen inside her and I told her as much. She grinned and simply suggested, ‘then you’d better make sure you get it all out…’ I dove into her pussy and lapped all of the cum that poured forth, knowing that I was likely eating another man’s seed. The taste didn’t offend me, and I knew she liked it too. Sarah asked me to snap a few photos of her freshly fucked pussy and I was happy to record the sight. I was a little unnerved when she immediately texted them to Kate, who I’m sure passed them on to Bill. Not only had another man fucked my wife, he now had naked photos of her. I asked Sarah if she wanted to see Bill again and she thought about it, but decided instead that it would turn her on to have Kate find her a new guy. Kate arranged it. Sarah’s next partner was supposed to come over a month to the day from when we’d had fun with Bill, but his schedule changed, and he would up coming over a week later. This was a slightly less safe time than with Bill, but this guy would agree to wear a rubber too. Andy showed up right on time. We’d done this once before, so Sarah and I were a bit less nervous. Andy was middle-aged, a bit older than us, but he clearly went to the gym regularly and worked out. He was shorter than me but had a toned body that I knew would look hot fucking my wife. I was startled to realize that I’d never though anything like that before. As with Bill, I ate Sarah’s pussy while they made out. Then he got undressed and pulled out his thick cock. It was a little longer than mine, but much thicker. I knew Andy would stretch her out and it would feel amazing fucking her afterwards with her cunt opened up and loose. Andy put on a condom and slid into her pussy in one long slow thrust. She raised her hips to meet his cock. When he was fully inside her, his thick cock stretched her pussy lips wider than they’d ever been stretched. She groaned from his size and winced from the friction. Sarah asked me to lay down and she got on top of me in a 69-position, with my cock in her mouth, and I lapped at her puffy pussy as Andy slid back in. I didn’t mind his sheathed cock sliding back and forth over my tongue as I lubricated their sex. He talked dirty to her and told her that he could feel her pussy loosening up. He joked that I shouldn’t worry and she’d tighten up in a few days. Sarah reached back and spread her lips wide. Andy, the second stranger to have his dick inside my wife, pounded into her. He tore off the condom and sprayed his load right into her unprotected opened-up pussy. She immediately lowered her creampie right down onto my face. I eagerly lapped at her cunt as she deep-throated my dick. I wanted her to pull off so I could fuck her too, but she kept up her pace and I shot my load deep in her throat, my face covered in Andy’s cum. By the time we caught our breath, Andy had dressed and gone. Sarah asked me to get her a glass of wine, and when I returned, she was fingering herself taking selfies of her cummy open pussy and sent them right off to Kate. She asked me if I’d had fun and I had to admit that I did, but I was a little sad I hadn’t cum inside her. She spread her pussy and beckoned me to her. My dick slid right into her. I knew I hadn’t gotten all of Andy’s sperm off of/out of her, and I knew my dick was likely smearing his cum into her. I said as much, and she just moaned and repeated, ‘clean me out, baby. It’s not my safe time.’ As I fucked her, she whispered how good my raw cock felt inside her, and knowing it wasn’t her safe time made it even more hot. I fucked her as long as I could and added my load to the cummy mess slipping out of her sloppy pussy. Seeing my cum-covered cock slip out of her kept me hard. I would finger and eat her then fuck her some more. I know some of Andy’s cum made it deep inside her, and that I was responsible for that, and it turned us both on. We had been planning these extra-marital sessions every month or so, but Sarah was enjoying herself so much that she asked if we could try it every other week. Now, that meant every other session was likely to occur when Sarah was ovulating. I asked if that was a good idea and she told me that it was the whole point. The risk of getting knocked-up made her cum, and I liked being part of making her cum. Two weeks after our session with Andy, Kate arranged for one of her exes to come over to fuck my wife with me. I remembered Sam from college and knew Sarah had found him attractive then. Kate had told her that he was very well endowed and that she still slept with him from time to time. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea to meet with a guy who Sarah sort of had a crush on, but we did it anyway. When he showed up, Sam told us that he had fathered three kids and had a vasectomy. Sarah’s face lit up. She told him that the other guys had been ok with wearing condoms, but since he was ‘clipped,’ he could go bareback. Sarah made that decision on his own and all I could do was nod. Sam was by far the most well-hung man I’d ever seen in person, and as he’d be the fourth man to fuck my wife, he’d penetrate her the deepest. We hadn’t discussed the plan in as much detail as we had with the other guys. Sarah laid down on her back and Sam lined up his big dick with her mouth and face-fucked her pretty aggressively while I ate her out. I worked three fingers into her to help her open up for his big dick. Sam sat on the sofa, his raw dick pointing straight up. Sarah squatted over him and tried to sit on him, but he was just too big. Sam suggest I try spitting on his cock a little, so I did. Inches from my face, he tighten his muscles and it smacked against my lips. He asked me to get the head wet. I knew I was very close to blowing another guy, but I wanted my wife to be happy. She was cooing and leaned back. She pulled her pussy lips open with both hands and asked me to guide him into her. I grasped the base of Sam’s cock and aimed him right inside my wife. She slipped down to his balls. Sarah rode that man’s bare cock until he was ready to cum. He asked where she wanted it, and Sarah begged him to fill her up. I watched his cock tense up as he fired his blanks deep into her cunt. Sam didn’t excuse himself like the others had. Instead, he took photos as Sarah showed off her ruined bred pussy. He texted them to Kate as I lined my dick up and fucked my wife. She moaned and grunted saying next time she wanted twice as many loads inside. That made me cum. As we caught our breath, Kate messaged Sarah to ask if she wanted to see Bill and Andy again. They were jealous that Sam got to go bareback and they wanted to breed Sarah as well. With Sam, there had been less risk, but psychologically we both needed to see if she was ready to take bareback cock. Next time it would be two bareback cocks, plus mine, or so I thought. To weeks later, Sarah was ovulating on the night Bill and Andy came over. We knew we’d be taking the biggest risk we’d taken so far. Knowing that, we had to make a plan just in case she missed her next period. I suggested the morning after pill, going so far as to offer to pick it up from the pharmacy. She didn’t like that idea and told me she had a plan and she’d tell me at the same time as the other guys. Over two bottles of wine, Bill and Andy discussed what Sarah would like to happen. She was shy as she explained how much taking cum at a risky time turned her on. She looked at me to agree, and I honestly told them it turned us on. They asked I was ok eating their loads out of her as the only form of protection we would use, and I nodded. Sarah was thrilled and started kissing both of them. With two men there, I was more on the sidelines than I’d been when they fucked my wife solo. Sarah sucked Bill’s cock while Andy ate her pussy and fingered her ass. They switched places before getting her on her hands and knees and Andy slid inside. Andy complained that her sopping pussy wasn’t quite wet enough, so I crawled under Sarah’s heaving chest and lapped at her pussy and Andy’s raw cock. Rather than suck my dick, she gobbled at Bill’s cock. The two men switched places but Sarah and I remained in the same spot. As with Sam, Bill asked me to guide his bare cock into my wife. I lapped at the spot where their bodies me. Bill came first and planted his seed as deeply as he could. When he pulled out, a dollop of his cum dripped straight into my open mouth. I would have tasted more if Andy hadn’t slid right in and pounded her like his life depended on it. Andy was fucking my wife too aggressively for me to fuck-lick, so I just laid back and enjoyed the show. I’d never been so close to her orgasmic cunt as Andy shot his load. Rather than pull out immediately, Andy muttered something about letting his seed soak into her belly. He did soften enough to pull out, releasing a torrent of mixed cum pouring out of my wife. Sarah moaned as I went to lick her pussy, and she suggested we all have another glass of wine. So, we did. Sarah was seated on our sofa, and I watched a trickle of cum ooze onto the cushion. I asked if she wanted any help cleaning up her mess, basically offering to eat two strangers’ cum out of her, in front of them. It was a little humiliating, but the thought of it kept me rock hard. Andy grabbed his phone. It turned out that he’d snapped a few photos while Bill was breeding my wife, and Bill had done the same for him. I must admit they were hot. I was a little mortified that he sent them on to Kate. The guys finished their wine and left. I asked Sarah if she was ready for me to finish and clean her up. She asked me to text Kate and ask what we should do, so I did. Kate replied, RISK TURNS YOU ON RIGHT? YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS TO TAKE THAT RISK TO THE NEXT LEVEL. YOUR WIFE HAS TWO LOADS INSIDE HER FERTILE CUNT. 1/ DON’T CLEAN HER OUT. LET THOSE LOADS SOAK INTO HER OVERNIGHT. 2/ FUCK HER WITH A CONDOM ON. EITHER WAY, IF SHE MISSES HER PERIOD, YOU KNOW IT’S NOT YOUR’S. TAKE PICS. I was about to bust a nut, so I put on a condom, for the first time ever, I fucked her safely. It’s funny to think of it as safe sex knowing that with every thrust, I was forcing two guy’s cum deeper into my wife’s pussy. I snapped a few photos with Sarah’s phone and she begged me to fuck that cum into her. It felt so wrong. I wanted to pull out and remove the condom, but didn’t make it in time. I came inside her, filling the latex reservoir with my cum. Sarah took a photo of my huge load bulging in the rubber. I texted the pics to Kate, and asked her, ‘Do you take risks like this?’ She replied, WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY? I’M ON THE PILL. IT’D BE A HUGE RISK TO TAKE ALL THAT CUM AND NOT BE PROTECTED. Kate still regularly organizes new guys to come over and fuck my wife. Now we’re on several adult websites and know a little more about how to make new friends, all of whom are willing to breed my wife. Sarah and I have had many other adventures, which nearly always end up with her taking other men’s seed. We’ve had some close calls, and I still usually fuck her bareback and fill her up. Sometimes though, when she’s ovulating, she’ll only let another man, or men, cum inside her. Sometimes I eat their cum, sometimes their dicks go in my mouth. I don’t mind as long as Sarah is happy.

ASSMUNCH “You already know how.” Major Collins said. “You just need to learn how to do it deliberately and stay there.” Lamont and I sat with the Major on the mats in the gym. “Lamont, this will be new for you and don’t get frustrated if you can’t get it right away. Brickmann is way ahead of you. Your first step is to learn how to eliminate all external distractions and just focus on your mind.” It was the evening of the second day of Tower Week. We woke up at 0430 and started with PT. Of course breakfast. Then classes in which we learned all about failures and malfunctions that resulted in injury or death. The two most common assigned accident codes were "improper or abnormal exit" and "unstable or improper body position," which combined accounted for 33% of cases. Also noteworthy at 11% each were "entanglement," "parachute malfunction," and "dragged on the drop zone," and at 6% each were "static line injury," "lost or stolen air," (which collapsed your canopy so you just fell) and "drop zone hazard. (Trees, buildings, power lines)" In 69% of cases blunt force trauma was the cause of death. Blunt force trauma was the term used for hitting the aircraft on exit, mid-air collisions, and slamming into the ground. It was a sobering discussion. We were also instructed on how our 34 ft. Tower mass exit was to proceed. It was harder than it looked. Our practice down on the ground was understandably at half speed or less than what the actual expectation was. All of the elements of your exit had to happen continuously from clip in to shuffle to hand off to jump with no pause. The Jumpmaster almost pushed you out the door right behind the guy in front. I have to say not having the opportunity to over think it made it easier. Shark and Demon both learned the hard way to keep their chin onto their chest. It kept the back of you head away from your slips when your canopy deployed so the slip or static line wouldn’t get caught on your helmet and whip your head. They both looked like rag dolls going down the zip line after they got slip-whipped. We did jumps with gear and without. With gear was called a Combat Jump. Without gear was called a Hollywood Jump. And of course we did several of each with malfunctions and without. By the time we were halfway through the day, I didn’t think about falling anymore and just trusted I was attached. And 34 ft wasn’t a shock at this point. There were too many other things to focus on and get right. If you completed two satisfactory jumps of each type you were done. If you didn’t…well let’s just say you don’t need to clip in to jump off a bus at the airport. We were really pumped but tired after all that. Before heading to the gym again I had the Bravos study everything we had learned so far. Some of the brothers, like Bootlicker, studied alone. The rest of us studied in groups. Of course our honorary Bravos Potter, Battles and Lenger joined us. Only a handful of the other randoms remained in the barracks to study or do personal shit. The rest were off having fun somewhere on Ft. Benning or off post in the town. At this point in the Course, it seemed randoms were disappearing every day after failing to qualify. And now Lamont and I sat in front of Major Collins on the mats in a quiet corner of the gym. Now, that’s a relative term. If you ever been in a gym on post you know they aren’t quiet. Even if you didn’t have the squeak of tennis shoes on the wood floor, the shouts of soldiers playing basketball along with the thud of dribbling down the court there were the giant fans that roared on either end of the hangar roof along with standing area fans that sounded like twin prop aircraft, the constant opening and slam of various metal doors and the grunts and shouts plus weights slamming from the weight room whose doors stayed propped open. It was damn near a factory floor with all the noise. A factory of mostly men, and a few women building better bodies for battle. Base gyms were kind of a haven for the guys because women rarely ventured there even though there were female locker rooms. There were other fitness facilities that female soldiers liked to go to like swimming pools, outdoor tracks for running and (hahaha) jazzercise studios (Think unused rec space somewhere) An open hangar that smelled of sweat, with shouting men and constant noise didn’t seem to appeal to them. Good. Although it’s awesome checking out the women in their workout clothes it’s nice not having to worry about reining in our behavior or being distracted. Trust me, even bundled up in Army sweats they were a treat to look at. “Meditation isn’t magic, it’s about training your mind to focus.” The Major continued. “It helps you get past fear, anger, nervousness and all the emotions that interfere with clear judgment. A clear mind enhances body performance. Train your mind to absolute calm and you target better, you plan better, you perform better, and it can get you out alive. Let’s start with breathing.” He talked us through slow breathing using a 5 count inhale and a 5 count exhale and after a couple minutes he introduced the next step. “Starting with your toes you will slowly move upward over your entire body to shut out all conscious feeling. Keep your breathing slow and even. Focus on relaxing all your muscles. Imagine your blood flowing down and then up. Relax your toes. You have no muscles, no bones. Breathe in…breathe out…”. His voice was monotone, regular, smooth. “You have no toes. Only arches. Relax. Breathe.” Slowly he took us over our bodies to erase each connection until only our minds remained. Ankles, then several rounds of breathing. Shins and more breathing. Knees, thighs, hips, back, chest, shoulders, arms, hands, neck, and finally head. He told us to push everything left out the top of our heads. I felt nothing, I floated there in the darkness behind eyes that didn’t exist. My only thoughts were that I existed as a thought. I couldn’t say how long I stayed that way because time didn’t flow. Peace. Serenity. Being. Thinking back, it felt like that brief moment before waking up in which your mind says ‘I’m here’ but your body isn’t because it hasn’t been awakened by your mind yet. “Well done. Open your eyes and take a deep breath.” The Major’s voice intruded. When I opened my eyes, I saw the Bravos and the Charlies seated around us. I hadn’t even noticed they were there or when they’d come. It felt like just a few minutes had passed, maybe ten? I couldn’t tell but I could not have been gone that long, not long enough for all the guys to surround us. “Hey guys,” I said. “When did you get here?” I asked. “About ten minutes ago. We’re all done. It’s 2045 hrs. Time to head back.” Sleeper explained. What? Lamont and I were gone for more than an hour and a half? It didn’t feel that way. I glanced at Major Collins. He grinned. “That was a good first session. You both did well. Tomorrow we’ll practice this again. You should get a short workout in first. Meditation is good, but you can’t afford to skip conditioning. They go hand in hand. And although the workout will be short to leave us enough time for a lesson, I want you to push hard.” “Yes Sir.” Lamont and I said together. Being gone wasn’t new for me, but this was different. It was a little like the place where there was no me only I stayed aware. The place where there was no me let other things in and some things still existed there. I just wasn’t a part of it. In this new place, there was only me. I felt like there was an important connection way off in the gray murky depths of my thoughts. I couldn’t reach it. I was still lost in thinking my way through it all when I remembered that I forgot to talk to the Major about what Sleeper told me he said. The Major knew something. And if I was a paranoid person I’d think he actually sought us out from the beginning. But what was so special about us? And we still didn’t know why the Major was here at Ft. Benning, or what Battalion he was attached to, his command…nothing. It was clear that some of the other soldiers here knew him or knew of him. That alone indicated he was unusual in some way. A Marine Major on an Army Post? Except for Joint Operations you didn’t see that much at all. Was there a Joint Operation happening here at Benning? If Marines came to jump school they didn’t get their own liaison, they were subject to Army command for the duration of their stay here. So the Major wasn’t the Marine liaison and I didn’t think they’d have a Major doing that job anyway. There’s just a weird feeling you get when you meet certain Senior Officers or Enlisted that says they didn’t have some paper pushing job and weren’t ordinary. It was how they seemed to do what they wanted without looking over their shoulder. How they inserted themselves in situations like they weren’t reportable to anyone local. We never saw the Major during our training. In the gym no one approached him but many different soldiers recognized him judging from the looks and fast whispers. Nothing too long. It was always done with a glance, a hurried whisper, then a deliberate NOT looking and moving away. It was all very strange. *********** WEEBLE Thank the Lord that the Army pulled me out of Ft. Bragg and put this Alabama boy with the Bravos. I didn’t know why, I was 15F, Aircraft Electrician, and the Bravos didn’t have nothin to do with Aviation. I haven’t touched a single gunship since I was stationed with the Bravos. But electrical systems for other machinery aren’t all that different when you see them as an overall nervous system. At least not for me. Now, don’t get me wrong or nothin my job was great and I was really good at it. Helluva lot better’n some of the guys in my unit. I’m just a last biscuit of a guy at 5’3” 120 lbs. so I could squeeze into some pretty tight spots or work my hand through small openings. But my mama always said the last biscuit’s the best one. My small hands could move inside tight spots to unclip or re-clip wirin harnesses, use a hand tool like a screwdriver for the sixty seven hundred thousand screws or bolts holdin our deadly gunship together, and I seemed to have some kind of magic touch for anythin that needed nimble fingers. I could work just by feel a lot of the time. Our bird was the AH 64 - Apache Helicopter. Workin in the Apache machinery there wasn’t nothin that wasn’t tight or crammed together. And I could read a circuit board with a glance and field repair anythin wrong with em. But my previous unit had become hell for me. Word had gotten around that I was a homo and the guys I thought were cool suddenly just got mean. Ida been booted if they had anythin on me, there was actually an investigation. Thank God the two guys I had given blowjobs to didn’t want to admit they’d stuck their dick in a homo’s mouth. Good thing too, they woulda been booted right alongside me. Probably. Learned a mighty big lesson there. Don’t shit where ya eat. I denied everything, even looked at one of the guys I’d blown right in his eyes when I lied about being gay to the others. I knew it was him that started the rumor. He couldn’t look me in the eyes right back. He was a coward, but I suppose I was a coward too cause I damn sure wasn’t gonna admit it neither. I don’t know whether he regretted what he done with me, or he was just tryin to cover his own ass so the guys didn’t think he was gay too, but he sure sucked my dick like a Hoover vacuum when we 69’d in that motel room off post, that’s all I needed to know. The other guy, Wicomb, well he didn’t get in on the harassment and actually looked a little disappointed in the rest of the guys when they’d say fucked up shit to my face while we worked. He always told em to stop bein assholes. I really liked Wicomb. I didn’t think he was gay. But he was a walkin’ dream. Bein’ short like I was I always liked taller, bigger guys (that makes me laugh because like… 100% of guys are taller and bigger’n me, so I guess I just like all guys. Hah hah. But taller’n bigger’n average was a particular weakness). Wicomb could be a poster boy for the Army recruitment commercials. All American good looks, and what I used to think was a jacked up muscle body until I met Zeus and Sleeper. Hooo Lord…those two… Lord in Heaven. Wicomb was about 6’1” with nice broad shoulders and long thick legs. He had dark almost black hair and blue eyes, the kinda eyes that were sweet like some baby animal’s eyes that just begged you to love him. He was four years older’n me and when I first got to Ft. Bragg he kinda took me under his wing to help me fit in. I think he looked at me like a li’l brother. I got that pretty regular from the big guys. Somethin about how little I was made them wanna protect me and be extra nice. You know, honestly? That’s probably why I ended up gay. I mean, I coulda gone either way I guess. But girls seem to have a general thing against guys that were small, not mean or nothin but I was considered cute, adorable, precious… like I was one of their dolls. Girls seem to like guys who can protect them, maybe even take charge. I wasn’t nowhere near that. So a girlfriend was never in the cards for me. I did try. But guys? Half of the guys teased me like crazy. I got used to that before I turned 12, so I learned not to let their stupid jokes bug me. The other half seemed to really like having me around. I think because I wasn’t a threat, or competition, and next to me they looked huge. And the REALLY big guys… I was like their favorite puppy. It seemed like they went out of their way to make sure I got my say in, didn’t let anyone step on me or put me down. It felt really good. I had so many man crushes before I even thought about being sexual with a guy. My first jack-off fantasy involving a guy was Brody Thomas, linebacker on our high school football team. In my fantasy he’d have his arm around me while we watched TV, and he would reach up and just rub my head with his big hand and say ‘I like you, Victor’. And I shot my load. Pretty lame, huh? That’s the only thing I needed to cum was some hulk bein just a little nice to me. I ended up losin my virginity to him. It just happened when we were hanging out one day, but that’s private cause it was really special. I ain’t gonna tell nobody that story. I think I cried for a week when he went off to college. He graduated and I still had my senior year to go. He wasn’t gay as far as I knew and I didn’t think I was either back then but he was always really nice to me. I missed him. Still do. So anyway, back to Wicomb. He really was a good guy. Bout six months after I got to Ft. Bragg, after we’d developed a solid friendship at work, he said he was takin’ a weekend road trip to Raleigh-Durham to watch his li’l brother’s basketball game at Duke University and did I want to go with him. Course I said yes. By that time I had my usual man crush on him and I wasn’t even thinking of anything happening between us. All I needed to get that warm feeling was to sit somewhere close to him and have his attention. He was just that kind of guy - genuine and authentic, confident and laid back, really funny in a way where he made anythin funny and fun. He smiled all the time. Nothin bothered him much. I offered him to pay half for the hotel, but he said he was just glad I came with him and told me to keep my money. And it wasn’t no Motel 6, it was a Holiday Inn, fancy and expensive but he wouldn’t take my money. See? Really nice, like I said. And honest Injun, I wasn’t thinking nothin’ about sex with Wicomb. But that seemed to be how it always happened. Do you figure Indians used to lie a lot back in the Wild West, so it was unusual to come across an honest Injun? Or do you figure it’s the other way round - that the old Indians were so honest they were known for it? Maybe I shoulda asked my history teacher about that before he got to fuckin me senior year. No… it wasn’t like that… I already had an ‘A’. He was just really nice to me and it sorta happened by accident. I have a lot of sex with guys by accident, I suppose. I guess I just have that effect on some of the big guys. Mr. Madden was handsome with a manly beard, married with a couple kids and reminded me of that actor from the TV show Grizzly Adams, I can’t remember his name. Somehow I ended up in the back seat of his Ford Bronco with his fat hairy dick in my smooth tiny teenage ass. Mr. Madden was my first guy kiss too. Brody didn’t kiss. That was normal. Most guys who wanted me to suck their dick didn’t kiss. Mr. Madden was so nice. He’d always say ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ before he guided my head down to suck his dick, and he’d tell me how amazing I was after his soft dick came out of my cum filled ass. I walked the stage at graduation with his still warm cum tryin to wiggle its way out of my tender asshole from him bendin me over in the bathroom just before that, him in his suit and me in my graduation robe. Oh yeah… Dan Haggerty…that’s the actor’s name. Mr. Madden looked like Dan Haggerty. Super hairy. Pretty nice dick too. I keep gettin distracted and I’m tryin to tell about Wicomb. My brain don’t slow down much. Never has. Well, the first time it happened with Wicomb was in that hotel room. I never saw him naked before that and I guess I was starin. I didn’t mean to, honest. “You okay, Chambers?” He asked. Now, we were in the Army and bein around other naked guys wasn’t no big deal so of course he wasn’t in a rush to throw his clothes back on. We didn’t have to get to the game for another couple hours. And this was before all the rumors started at work. “What?” I asked. His question caught me off guard. “Yeah, all good.” I tore my eyes away from his dick and looked at those incredible blue eyes. He had his usual big smile on his face. I guess he thought somethin was funny like he always did. I didn’t know what, but I smiled back anyway. “Do you want the shower first?” He asked. I shook my head. “Nah, you go first.” “Good, I got swamp ass from the drive.” He said walkin into the bathroom. I watched him from the bed, bendin over into the bathtub enclosure to turn on the water lookin’ at his muscly ass and his long thick legs. Then he turned while the water got hot, lifted the toilet seat and took a piss. He musta had to go pretty bad, cause he just seemed to go on forever and it wasn’t like a thin stream. He just stood there with his hands on his hips and let his hangin’ dick flood the toilet with a deep rumble like a waterfall. It would bounce a little as he forced his piss out. “Nothing like a good heavy piss, right Chambers?” He said, shootin me a smile through the open door while I watched. I smiled back. “Yeah, it sure feels good, no lie.” I said. “You even piss big.” I said. He shrugged. “Comes with the big dick, bud.” He joked. He made me laugh. I watched him finish. He didn’t even shake his dick, he just climbed right in the shower. I thought that was a real man thing to do. Everythin bout Wicomb had real man written all over it. After he got done, I watched him get out and he said “Come on, water is still warm, bud.” And he left the shower runnin. It was nice the way he called me ‘bud’. I didn’t feel small when he called me that. I got bareass and went to get in the shower while he dried off in front of the sink. I had to squeeze past him but he knew li’l ole me didn’t need much room to get by and he didn’t seem to mind that I popped wood after I brushed up against him. Other guys woulda made fun of me for it, but not Wicomb. Like I said, he was super nice. We had fun at the game and went to a restaurant with his li’l brother after. That was fun, his li’l brother was just like him only taller. The whole time we all couldn’t stop laughin. Wicomb went out of his way to include me while they joked around so I didn’t feel like an outsider. When he said somethin to me, he put his hand on my shoulder or the back of my neck which felt good. One time he squeezed and rubbed my neck and gave me a big smile. His legs were so big and there wasn’t a lot of room under the table so we were kinda pressed up against each other which I didn’t mind. He didn’t ask me to move and squeeze into the corner by the wall. I got that a lot. Ya know, people figure I need less room so they take up more and I get squeezed. That’s why big guys were so cool because they were just as aware of how much room they took up as I was aware of how little I took up and they seemed comfortable when their size forced them into my li’l body. They knew neither of us could help it, that’s just how it was when you’re big. I always did my most not to make a big deal out of it neither because I figured they got just as tired of bumpin into things and having to be careful all the time. I understood all about how you had to think about your size every minute. “I’m not crowding you, am I?” He asked when we first sat down. I just smiled and shook my head. When we got back to the Holiday Inn it was kinda late, and we were drivin back to Ft. Bragg in the mornin so we got ready for bed. I was already under the covers and was watchin Wicomb standin in front of the sink brushin his teeth. I could see his underwear bulge a good distance above the sink top in the mirror. Mine woulda been hidden by the cabinet. “You’re not going to brush your teeth bud?” He asked me in the reflection. I pulled my eyes back to his face and smiled. “Don’t usually.” I said. He raised his eyebrows at me then gave me a scowl. That made me laugh. “Brush your teeth, Chambers.” He ordered. I pulled the covers up to my eyes. “But I’m warm now.” Fine hotels like the Holiday Inn had the best sheets and blankets, I decided. Toothbrush hangin out of his mouth, he stalked over to the bed, threw back the sheets and grabbed me out of bed. “Fine. I’ll do it for you.” He carried me to the sink. Which is how I ended up sandwiched between him and the sink with his warm body pressed up against my back. I had nowhere to go and accidentally leaned back into him with my butt on his thighs and his bulge into my lower back. He grabbed my toothbrush and held it up to look at it. “Bud, you need a new toothbrush.” He said. “Why? It’s still got bristles on it.” I asked. He laughed. “You aren’t supposed to wear it down to nothing, Chambers.” He pulled his toothbrush out of his mouth and rinsed it in the sink, then put some toothpaste on it, workin with his arms around me. “Open up.” I did what he told me to and with his left hand on my jaw he slowly started brushin my teeth with his toothbrush. I watched him in the mirror. His hands were so big next to my face. He kept lookin right into my eyes with those sweet blues of his, his long dark eyelashes just makin em perfect. He was very gentle with me and I relaxed back into his chest. My head only came up to his neck. He went tooth by tooth with small, easy circular movements that felt more like a soothin mouth massage than the furious scrubbin I usually did. He took his time doing all the fronts, then the backs, givin me a bright smile every once in a while. I tried to smile back but it wasn’t easy with his toothbrush in my mouth. “Stop smiling, bud, it makes it hard.” He kept telling me. I could feel it every time he breathed, his body moving against mine and his muscles flexin with his every motion. “This is how you should take care of your teeth.” He said softly, and I could feel his voice inside me as it came through his chest and into my back and neck. “You should take your time, work the brush over every part of each tooth. You have to make sure you get all the way back, and all around. Your mouth is important, people notice your smile. And you have a nice smile. Let’s keep it that way.” He rinsed the toothbrush. “Spit” I leaned over and spat the toothpaste foam into the sink. He pulled me back up against his chest. He brought his fingers to my lips and rubbed. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.” I did, and he put the toothbrush on my tongue and brushed real slow and soft along it. “Your tongue is important too. It’s soft, so you have to treat it gently. Just rub the brush over it, back and forth, from back to front. If you go too deep, you’ll gag at first. But you’ll get used to getting back there and soon it won’t bother you as much and you’ll be able to go deeper. Just take your time, that’s the important part.” He kept his voice low and soft. He was really a great guy, doing this for me. He didn’t make me feel embarrassed or stupid. No one had bothered to teach me the right way to brush my teeth and this big man was doing it just to be nice. He set the toothbrush down and cupped his hand under the water. “Sip and rinse, then spit.” He held his hand up and I dipped my head and sucked the water he held. My eyes were still looking at his in the mirror. I swished the water around while he stared at me with a smile. He held his hand up for me to spit into, then rinsed it in the tap. “Let me see, open.” He said. I smiled as big as I could. “See? Pretty teeth now.” And then he rubbed a finger very gently along my front teeth and gums. I know he was just checkin’ to make sure they were all clean, but it felt really sexual to have his finger in my mouth. That was just me though, he was just being nice. I nodded. “If you need me to show you again, I’ll do it in the morning.” He said. He gave my chest a pat and then stepped away to the toilet and took out his dick to piss. I was relieved to see he had popped wood too and I wondered why teaching me to brush my teeth would give him a woody. He smiled at me while I watched him force his boner down to point at the toilet. I would never be able to bend mine down like that if it was hard, but mine was nowhere near as long as his. I smiled back, then went back to watchin. His dick was so big now that I could see it hard. He had a full bush of black curly hair with his big nuts hanging a few inches below. When he finished, he just pulled his underwear off. “Do you mind if I take care of this? I’m horny.” He asked, waving his hard dick at me. “Okay. But I can do it.” I smiled. “If you want.” He smiled back. “Yeah? You don’t have to.” I shrugged. The way I figured it, him gettin hard was probably my fault anyway because I was accidentally rubbin up against him while he taught me the right way to brush my teeth. If brushin teeth excited him that was on me for not doin it myself. It wasn’t his fault. I was used to that happenin. Big guys didn’t always know how big they were and they couldn’t help it when their parts came up against you. And I never wanted them to feel self conscious about it so I made sure not to flinch away or say anythin. Like I said, I wasn’t tryin to sex him up, but it happened so the least I could do was take care of it for him. It probably had nothin to do with me anyway. Accidents happen, right? I got on my knees in front of him and stuck my tongue out to lick the head of his dick. He had some pre-cum hangin there, even though he had just taken a piss. His pre-cum tasted kinda good, most big guys did. Maybe I could practice how to brush my tongue. Seems like what he taught me was real close to suckin dick. I chuckled a little that he had no idea his lesson could be used for that. I reached up and grabbed the base of his dick to slowly start strokin it before taking it into my mouth. I made sure to push it over my tongue, pretendin I was brushing it. I made sure to do it slow and gentle like he showed me. I knew my way round sucking dick and the whole gaggin thing wasn’t a problem. I knew what the big guys liked. One of the things they seemed to like was for me to look up at them while I sucked them off, so I lifted my eyes to Wicomb’s and watched him. He was lookin down at me, smilin. That made me want to do a good job for him. “Wow, bud… you’re pretty good at that.” He said, cradlin my chin in his hand while he pushed his dick in and out of my mouth. “You want to make me cum, buddy?” I nodded, still movin up and down on his large dick. “You want to take it? You want me to cum in your mouth?” He asked. I nodded again. “It feels good, you’re doing a great job, bud. Keep going, you’re getting me close. Suck my cock. That’s it, take it as far as you can.” I liked knowin he liked what I was doin. Some guys didn’t want to talk to you while you were suckin em off. Not Wicomb. He liked to talk. It was really nice of him to let me help him out like that. I was really happy he was lettin me do him a favor. My mama said you should always repay a kindness with a kindness, so I was doin what I was good at for him. And I really liked how his dick felt in my mouth. I went as far down as I could even though I couldn’t go all the way. He was just too big. But I made up for it by slurping my tongue all over the rest of it and usin my hand. “Damn, bud, work that dick.” He said. “You’re going to make me cum. Yeah, just like that. Keep going. Just like that. Oh fuck yeah. Here it comes bud. Here it comes. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” I felt the first spurt shoot into my mouth I knew enough now to stop moving my head and just stroke the base as I let him do his cum thrust to get it all out. I pulled off his dick to swallow his cum real quick then got back on it. Guys liked it when you left it in your mouth for a while, until they started going soft. You didn’t want to keep suckin on it or moving, it was too sensitive most of the time. “Fuck, that was awesome! Thanks bud.” he said, patting me on the head. That made me feel really good. “No problem, Wicomb.” I said with a smile after I let his softenin dick out of my mouth. I pulled his underwear back up his legs for him. He had good underwear. Course, after the rumors started Wicomb had to distance himself from me, but I understood. That was my fault. I shouldn’t have trusted that other asshole even if he was nice to me at first. Trouble is, you just can’t tell when they’re fakin bein nice and all, you know? But he didn’t have to be so mean after. I didn’t really think about him much at all before or after I sucked him off. He wasn’t very good lookin. I’m pretty sure he didn’t think about me neither. Like I said before, we sucked each other’s dick by accident, it wasn’t like we went to that hotel to suck dick on purpose. He was 24 and could get beer, that’s why I said yes when he asked if I wanted to stay in his room when the guys did their weekend partying off the main drag. I couldn’t hit the bars with them but that was okay. I wasn’t goin to have any luck pickin up any chicks. I drank beer alone in that room while he went out and got drunk at the bars. Then when all the guys got back at 0130 we drank some more. Duncan and me just sorta ended up naked and sucking each others’ dicks. I don’t even know how it happened. After that weekend, even though I hated the mean things they said and did to me, I could handle it because Wicomb was still nice. But I was truly relieved when I got PCS’d to Germany with the Bravos. Don’t know, nor care why. They even changed my MOS to 11B. When I enlisted that was one of the occupations I absolutely didn’t want to be, Infantry and thank the Lord my ASVAB scores were good enough to get me other options. I knew I was too small to go through what those guys did. But if this is what Infantry was all about, I shoulda been here from the beginnin. I finally felt like I had friends and it was a fresh start. Of course I didn’t ruin it by sucking anyone’s dick even though all of them were nice. Didn’t mean I didn’t want to. I worried a bit that maybe I was liking it a bit much. I had a huge crush on Assmunch. I liked Zeus and Sleeper too, but Assmunch was like…normal? Sleeper and Zeus were just flat out on some other level li’l ole me had no prayer to even get near. Assmunch wasn’t just nice, he was like Wicomb. Genuine and authentic. And he seemed kinda sad most of the time, for no reason. It wasn’t his job or our training, he never had trouble with any of that. And he took care of everyone, gave special help when anyone needed it, or found someone who was better at it than him to help you. He always knew the right way to get something done, and he kept us Bravos ahead of Sarge. I think that pissed Sarge off sometimes when he couldn’t find a mistake or anything wrong with us. Assmunch always put a stop to anythin that went too far, and never let the guys be mean to each other. Andrew always noticed when something was wrong before anyone had to say anything, even personal stuff. And then he dealt with it quietly. He kept secrets. Maybe he would keep mine. I was trying to screw up my courage to talk to him but it was hard, you know? I didn’t want to ruin my spot in the brotherhood. I almost went to Sleeper that day in the snow shelter, but Puta got there first. I wished I could be more like Puta. Jump School was hard for me, being small. Those exercises and lessons we had to do with full gear made it super hard for me to even move and jumpin off platforms with all that extra weight was no joke. I just barely was able to clip in on the anchor line too. At least the Sergeants Airborne didn’t yell at me every time I smiled at them. I always got yelled at by the other Sergeants for smilin. I was busy studyin the stuff we were taught that day (for the tenth time - I didn’t want to let the guys down and be the only Bravo to drop) when I saw Zeus and Sleeper comin to my rack. Ever since that last week in Germany (Was that just two weeks ago? Holy Moley!) Sleeper and Zeus did everything together. That just made sense. They were the Bravo Big Dogs and everyone kinda knew Sleeper was Assmunch’s unofficial enforcer. Now Zeus was too. Funny thing was, in any normal unit I could see Puta, Troll and Cellblock bein the top dogs. Cellblock, one of the black guys, would make a good Platoon Leader with Puta and Troll as his enforcers. “Hey Weeble!” Sleeper said. “You did great in your match yesterday.” I smiled. “Thanks Sleeper!” I looked at Zeus. “Hi Zeus.” I waved and gave him a smile too. Zeus smiled back and I think I fell in love. Have you ever had someone look right at you, like… right into you and you feel like they know you and it makes them happy, which makes you happy? That’s what it felt like when Zeus smiled at me. Zeus didn’t smile much, or laugh much. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Zeus laugh. I felt warm all over. “Do you guys want to sit down?” I asked when I finally managed to look away from Zeus. Sleeper shrugged. “Sure.” I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them while I watched the two big guys sit on my rack. Zeus looked a little silly like he was sittin on a children’s chair. He kept tryin to figure out where to put his legs and arms. I was sitting up against my pillow. He tried sitting sideways but then he wasn’t facing me so he had to look over his shoulder. Then he twisted but his legs hit the metal bunk frame. So he tried to pull his left leg up and lay it on the bunk but his right was too long still sittin with his foot on the floor. He put his right knee down which looked more comfortable but leanin his upper body forward looked awkward. It was makin me smile, watchin him try to arrange himself. That’s how big guys were, nothin in the world was made for their size. We were the same, him and me. He was too big for everythin, I was too small. I guess Sleeper waited to see if he could figure it out for a bit, then he went to the other side of my bunk and sat sideways then leaned over and rested on his elbow, almost laying down. Zeus saw that and did the same thing behind him. Man, even Sleeper looked small against Zeus. “You doing okay, Weeble?” Sleeper asked. I nodded, still smilin. “Yeah, doin great, Sleeper. Just studyin.” “Anything you want to talk about? You having any trouble with the course?” Mr. Deep Brown Eyes continued. He was so handsome. “Nah. It’s hard, but I can do it.” I assured him. Sometimes the guys helped me out with stuff, but here we were supposed to do all the stuff ourselves. “I won’t let you down, Sleeper.” He reached out and put his hand on my knee. “Weeble, you never let us down and you work harder than half the brothers. Don’t think we don’t notice, or understand it’s more effort for you to do some of the things we can do easily. You’ve come a long way from that first time I saw you trying to keep up with us rucking.” I laughed. “I had a lot of Sarge’s spit on my face that week from all the yellin” Sleeper laughed too. “We all did, brother. I can still taste it.” He leaned back into Zeus reclining just behind him.. “You never got yelled at Gabriel.” He said, tilting his head to look up at Zeus while he leaned into him. That looked like it felt really good, snuggling up against Big Zeus. “You never had to taste Sarge’s spit.” Zeus smiled at Sleeper. It was a really sweet smile. I think Zeus really liked Sleeper. He only smiled that way at Sleeper and Assmunch, never at the rest of us. We just got the regular Super Smile that made you feel like a million dollars. “I didn’t do anything wrong for him to yell at me about, Addison.” Sleeper snorted. “Yeah, right. Sometimes I didn’t do anything wrong either, but he still yelled at me. ‘You’ve disappointed me, Private. I needed one more failure in this Platoon to win the Sergeant’s pool. Now I’m not going to win. And I hate to lose. YOU WILL STRIP, CLEAN, AND REASSEMBLE EVERY WEAPON FOR YOUR PLATOON BEFORE CHOW TIME! AND DON’T GREASE THOSE BOLTS LIKE YOU DO YOUR PATHETIC PECKER, DO IT RIGHT!” He barked just like Sarge. “And Demon’s M4 was bad. He runs it way too wet. I was almost late for chow.” “I don’t think there was a Sergeant’s pool, Addison.” Zeus said seriously. “Sergeant Walters said he was in a lot of Sergeant’s pools, and he always said he lost. He couldn’t have lost all of them, we were really good.” Sleeper laughed. “You’re right, Gabriel. There was no betting pool. Sarge just liked to say that for an excuse to make us work harder.” “That’s not fair.” Zeus said, scowling. Sleeper raised his voice. ‘FAIR?!?! IF YOU WANTED FAIR YOU -‘ “SHOULDA JOINED THE AIR FORCE!” The rest of the Bravos shouted in unison, mimicking Sarge’s growling yell. That cracked everyone up. Everyone except Zeus who just smiled with a hilarious looking grin. “Fucking Ground Pounders.” One of the Air Force randoms that were left said loudly. Which only cracked everyone up again. “So, you good Weeble?” Sleeper looked at me with a kind smile. I hesitated. “Uh… yeah Sleeper.” “What do you think Zeus? He telling the truth? Or do you think he’s got something on his mind?” Sleeper didn’t look away from my face. I had to look away. I wanted to trust him, trust the brothers. I just couldn’t take the chance. “He doesn’t look happy like he always does Addison.” Zeus said, keeping his voice low.. Sleeper nodded. “I think you’re right Zeus. Do you want to talk here, or out on the benches, Victor? Or would you rather talk to Andrew?” I felt my stomach clench. I didn’t want to ruin this, what I had with the Bravos. Everyone was still nice to me. “Hey, Victor. We’re your brothers. We love you, buddy. Hey, look at me.” Sleeper put his hand on my knee again. I looked up slowly. “Something is bothering you. You’re always really bright and happy, trying your best, going around lifting everyone’s spirits. Everyone thinks you’re awesome. But sometimes you don’t look happy if no one’s around. You know we got your back, right? Hell, we like Bootlicker, and he’s an asshole.” “Victor, you’re our friend too.” Zeus said to me. I liked hearin him talk. And there was somethin about how he said it, with his deep serious voice. We didn’t go around callin each other friend a whole bunch. It was always ‘brother’, bro, or our nickname. Sometimes even our last name if it was super serious. When Zeus said I was his friend, I felt it. It was real. He wasn’t fakin it. And Sleeper was cocky, sure…but I probably would be too if I looked like him. But he wasn’t never mean to no one. “If you don’t want to Victor, we won’t push you. But you can come to us for anything, anytime.” Sleeper got up, and Zeus did too. I wanted to. I wanted to so bad. But I didn’t want to be weak. See, what the big guys never could understand was how little guys like me never felt grown up and wished every day to be like them. When I saw guys like Sleeper and Zeus, Assmunch, Troll, Puta, Demon, even Bootlicker I saw Men, grown men. And next to them I felt like a child, always behind them, never keeping up. Size was part of it, sure. But it was also more than that. They were confident, capable and self reliant. They didn’t care what anyone else thought. They didn’t beg anyone to be nice to them. I felt dependent upon their good nature and every day I lived in fear that they would discover I was just pretendin to be grown up so they would continue to accept me. No one ever looked at them and thought ‘he doesn’t belong here.’ Even before the rumors started in my old unit I didn’t actually feel like I was one of them. Their jokes and dismissive remarks made it clear every day I was different from them and they’d never see me any other way. I was used to that, honest. It hardly hurt at all anymore. It was how it was all through school. Bein small was lonely to begin with. They say it’s lonely at the top… but they don’t know what they’re talkin about. It’s twice as lonely at the bottom. Bein the smallest just meant you had even less to offer someone as a friend. Think about it - what do friends do with each other? Ride bikes, skateboard, play sports, try to pick up girls, walk around the mall tryin to be noticed. Wasn’t a single one of those things I was any good at. I couldn’t keep up, no one wanted me on their team playin a pick up game of touch football, or half court basketball, I wasn’t no girl magnet and no one invited me to go to the mall. Sometimes I’d go by myself and say hi to some of the guys I knew from school. I didn’t blame them for not invitin me to hang out with them after the first awkward exchange of ‘what’s goin on?’ It wasn’t like I was actually their friend, I was just the tiny guy from school. Little guys like me didn’t say ‘hey, why don’t we…’. Or - ‘do you guys want to go…’. Little guys like me followed. Little guys like me took whatever they were lucky enough to get. I felt like a hungry stray dog everyone pitied and would sometimes feed, but would never take home. So see, guys like Sleeper and Zeus couldn’t understand how hard I tried to keep my spot in the Bravos. And how desperate I was to keep up with them. I finally felt like I belonged. I was almost terrified of losing the first group of guys who never made me feel small. “Victor?” I heard Sleeper’s voice interrupt my thoughts. “Dude, I really don’t want to push you, but something is really bugging you. Please. Let’s go talk to Assmunch. He always knows what to do.” I looked up at him. Holy smokes he was so handsome. His big muscles so sexy. Those deep brown eyes so kind and … hell, those eyes saw me. When Sleeper’s eyes looked at me I didn’t feel small. I felt like I was a person. “Victor, Andrew is amazing.” Zeus continued. “Do what Addison says. We’re going to talk to him.” For a Big Guy who never talked much he sure was talkin a lot these days. Not like I minded, his voice was both soothin and excitin. I’d never had a crush on someone’s voice before. Before I realized what I was doin I had closed my manual and stood up. I sighed. That was part of it too. A Big Guy tells me what to do and I don’t even stop to think. A grown man would never do that. I didn’t mind though. Not when it was Zeus, or Sleeper. Or Assmunch. I woulda done anything those three told me to. It was the part where I did it without thinkin that bugged me. “Okay.” I agreed. I had no idea what I was going to say to Assmunch. I didn’t really want to do this. I didn’t want to look weak, especially in front of Assmunch. I knew how much it was going to hurt when I saw his eyes look at me different. Sleeper led the way over to Assmunch where he sat on his bunk. Zeus came up beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. I almost stumbled when I felt so good and all my anxiousness disappeared. He was so huge. But the funny thing was, the REALLY strange thing… I felt bigger than I’d ever felt in my entire life with his arm around me. I know it sounds stupid, but I felt like next to him like that I didn’t have nothin to worry about, and I was part of his bigness. Like I was included… in HIM. I can’t say why I didn’t just sink right into his big powerful body immediately. Hell, I do know why. I couldn’t risk lettin down my guard even when I knew anyone else would have done it and not be ashamed or care what anyone thought. Assmunch didn’t even blink, or ask. “Outside.” Was all he said.

That's a definition of spirituality for me... hats off to beautifully putting in words, what is so tough to express ...!! And regarding rubbers... they are like institutions framing and limiting something spiritual that's supposed to be wild and free...

Part 3 Stu: Danny wasn’t bad for his first time sucking dick. He even tried to deep throat my cock. He failed, but it was good to see how eager he was. As much as I liked him sucking me, I really wanted my cock in his ass. I gave him suggestions on what to do with his mouth and tongue while sucking cock. I told him to lick my balls which were very full. It felt amazing so I got him to suck each one into his mouth. He looked so hot down between my legs sucking and licking all over my cock and balls. He would stare at them as he explored and then would look up to see my expression. The smile on my face would change as I would moan and then go back to a smile. I knew he was a virgin to anal sex. I wasn’t even sure he had played with the dildos he took from my grandmother’s toy box. Yes, I had checked and found the box with just the vibrator in it in the trash. I was going to go as far as Danny would let me today. Hopefully that meant he would walk out of my house today with his ass cherry popped. I pulled him back up and kissed him again, tasting my precum in his mouth. I whispered in his ear “Tell me if you want me to stop” and he replied back breathlessly “Please… Don’t stop… I want to try more.” Those words were magic to my ears. We definitely couldn’t do everything, but I was going to get the basics covered. We rolled over and I got him on his back. I licked and kissed down his neck to his shaved chest. I sucked on his right nipple and then gently bit on it. Without a piercing in it, it was much more pleasurable to him than when he bit mine. I thought that the perfect eraser head nipples he had would look even better if they were pierced like mine. I could feel his cock throb against my body each time I flicked my tongue or bit his nip. Danny’s hands were resting on my head as I worked his nipple over and followed me down until I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. He gasped again, just like he had done upstairs when I first sucked his cock. I sucked on the head, tasting the precum that was now dripping out of his cock. I spent a few minutes bobbing on the steel-like shaft, but I wanted more. I pulled off his cock and pushed his legs back. He grabbed his feet and pulled back, revealing his lightly haired butt. I kind of chuckled and wondered if he had watched some gay porn like I had suggested, since grabbing his legs like that isn’t a natural move. I licked up the underside of his shaft and then went back down. I started a little lower this time, from the top of his taint and up his cock. A few more trips and my tongue was right at his virgin hole. All I tasted was sweat and knew that Danny’s hole was clean enough to not create a mess. I consider myself kinky, but dirty holes are one thing that turns me off. I rolled him back a little more, so he was mostly on his shoulders. His athletic body was having no problems holding this position and soon my face would be buried between his butt cheeks. Gasp isn’t a strong enough word to describe when I started to rim his hole. He sucked half of the air out of the room and then yelled out “oh my fucking god!” I was happy we were in the insulated basement or I’m sure the neighbors would have been calling the cops. I wasn’t entirely sure he hadn’t cum from the first few seconds of my tongue flicking over and then poking into his butthole. I could feel the muscles in his ass ring flex and wink around my tongue. I was pretty sure I had taken him to a pleasure point he had never been to before. The whimpers and moans that followed his exclamation let me know that he was enjoying it. The penetration that was going to happen soon was probably going to be a little painful compared to the ecstasy he was now in, so I did my best to get his hole prepared. My tongue and fingers helped get his hole to relax and open up slightly. Once one finger seemed to slide in easily, I pressed in with two fingers. His hole was soaked in my spit and there was plenty inside too. I got three fingers in and could twist them around easily and garner a good moan out of Danny. I really wished I had a video so I could see the expressions on his face, but maybe I’ll do that another time. — Danny: I spent so much time licking and sucking on Stu’s cock. I know it was longer than the first time I had sex with a girl, since that lasted only about fifteen minutes. His voice was so reassuring and only a couple times did he tell me to not do something. When he told me to lick his balls I thought he was crazy. I did it and he really seemed to enjoy it and then he told me to suck one into my mouth. It was a weird feeling and it was hard to keep my teeth away, but it was really amazing to see how much pleasure I was giving him. I wasn’t sure what to do next and it seemed Stu was reading my mind. He pulled me up on top of him again and we kissed. As awkward as all of the kissing I did with girlfriends was, this was so natural and erotic. Our tongues brushed against each other and the spit was moving back and forth between our mouths. He then told me quietly to let him know if I wanted him to stop. Stop wasn’t in my vocabulary at this point. Everything we had done had felt so good, I just wanted to keep going. I know I said something silly like “I want to do everything” but in reality, I really did. The pleasure I was getting from Stu today was infinitely more than all of my previous sexual encounters combined and we had only gotten to foreplay and oral sex. It was at that point I realized that we probably were going to move to anal sex. I panicked. I had played with the smaller dildo that I had taken from Stu’s grandmother’s box, but it had hurt when I had tried to put it in. I tried a few things to help it go in - spit, lotion, even some cooking oil I snuck out of the kitchen. Nothing seemed to help and all I got was a sore hole. Guys in the porn videos didn't seem to have a problem even taking huge dildos so I didn't know what I was doing wrong. Stu licked his way down my body just like I had done to him and spent some time working on my nipple. He bit it like I had tried (and had seen on some of the gay porn I saw) but instead of the pain he got, I had waves of pleasure. My list of things to ask Stu was now getting longer again to include what I had done good and bad. Stu pushed my legs back and I remembered from a few of the porn videos, the guy grabbed his feet to hold them wide and give the other guy better access. I tried to do the same thing and I’m pretty sure Stu laughed. He started sucking on my cock again but this time only lasted a few minutes. He then started licking up the length of my cock, from the base to the tip. And then he started lower… and lower. I didn’t know that the part of me between my asshole and cock could feel so good, but that’s what his tongue did. My heart was thumping in my chest and then he took it up a few notches all at once. When his tongue started going over my hole, I couldn’t believe the pleasure. I gasped like I never had before and then screamed out something. I could feel my hole start to quiver as he licked and sucked and prodded it. I had never really thought of my ass as a place of pleasure before, but Stu was showing me it was. When his finger circled around my hole and then pressed in I got scared again. His finger was a lot thinner than the dildo and with all of the spit I could feel it went in a lot easier. It still was tight, but nothing like the pain of the dildo. He used his fingers and tongue to get my hole stretched open and I think he stopped when he got three fingers in all at once. It was feeling really good and then he pulled them out and leaned back. I felt so empty. He reached over and got a bottle of something off the table next to the bed. He opened the cap and then held it to his nose and breathed in. He did it again and then put the bottle to my nose, pushing the other nostril closed. “Breathe deep” he said in a soothing tone. I did and felt a rush rip through my body. “Again” he said and the rush got even deeper. Stu put the cap on and then rolled my body on to my upper back and I felt the tip of his cock rub over my hole. “Relax, Danny. It’s going to hurt a bit at first and then feel really good” Stu said. I remembered the dildo and I tensed up. “Relax” he told me again. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and then felt the pressure at my hole. He pulled back and then I felt some cool liquid drip on my hole and then he pushed back in. Several seconds later, I could feel his cock pop past the ring and start to slide in. He rocked his hips and nudged in deeper each time. I let out a groan and he pulled back and added more liquid. He slipped in easier this time and soon I could feel him get deeper inside me. I opened my eyes and I could see Stu staring at me with a huge grin on his face. Each stroke of his cock was longer than the one before it and while it was a little painful at first, he was right that the pain started to fade away. It felt like he was pumping a foot or more of cock into me each time, but I knew his cock wasn’t that long. In fact, I couldn’t even feel his body hit mine like in the porn I had watched. —— Stu: Now was the moment I had been waiting for. He hadn’t said anything about condoms. I was glad since I hated the feel of the things and I really wanted to breed him. I reached over to the table and grabbed a bottle of poppers. They weren’t really fresh, but would have to do. I took a couple hits and they seemed to be ok and then I leaned forward and got Danny to do the same. The expression on his face told me that he felt them hit him and hopefully between them and the prep on his hole he could take my cock. I lowered his body back down and my stiff cock rode along his butt crack. The precum that was dripping out, along with the spit, might have been enough lube but I didn’t want to take any chances and coated my cock with some real lube. The head of my cock was teasing Danny’s hole and I added a bit of pressure. He was tight and I told him to relax. He did a little but not enough. I dripped some of the lube between the mushroom head of my cock and the puckered opening and tried again. This time I got in a little bit, the flared head got just inside the outer ring. The piercing tugged on my cock as it pushed in, adding to my pleasure. I rocked my hips a bit but I could tell he needed a bit more lube. That did the trick and soon I was fucking my cock deeper into his no longer virgin hole. The strokes got longer each time and I could tell that his sphincter had now stretched enough to let me drive in harder. I knew from experience that my cock was leaking a lot of precum as I fucked and was lubing Danny’s chute a little more with each thrust. He definitely seemed to be enjoying it and before I knew it I was giving him three quarters of my cock at a time. My balls were swaying as I leaned in and let his legs rest on my shoulders. I really couldn’t tell what he was saying quietly as I fucked but it didn’t seem to be “stop.” I sped up a little to see if he could take it and the moans got louder. I slowed again and tried to push deeper. The loud grunt from Danny told me that was deep enough for now. I kept plowing his hole and was surprised at how well he was taking it. Many of the virgins I had fucked only lasted five or ten minutes at the most. We had more than doubled that but I could tell that Danny was getting close. The stimulation was too much from my cock sliding in and out and nudging his prostate. He had reached up and stroked his cock occasionally, but never for more than a couple strokes at a time. I felt my balls start to pull up and that was followed by my cock swelling. Danny’s eyes opened wide as he felt his hole get filled with the extra girth and he started to stroke his cock. On the fourth stroke he started to shoot his cum all over his chest and face. I could feel the spurts as his hole squeezed tight around my shaft each time another rope of cum flew out of his cock. As he shot the third rope, my cock joined in pulsing my own spurts of cum and coating the inside of Danny’s colon. It had been a long time since I felt that many shots come out of of my cock when breeding a guy. Danny’s own orgasm had milked a lot of my cum out. After both of us stopped shooting I fell forward on to Danny’s chest. His legs wrapped around me and we laid there a moment before we began kissing. A few minutes later, my cock had softened enough to plop out of his hole and I’m sure a lot of my seed dribbled out of the battered hole. We rolled on to our sides and then I may have dozed off for a few minutes. —— Danny: Stu got into a good rhythm driving his cock into my ass. As the pain faded I could really enjoy it and wondered if the girls I had fucked had gotten as much pleasure as I was getting now. Or maybe they just felt the painful part. It seemed to go in waves through my body as he fucked me. Fucked is a terrible description, though. It wasn’t love either, since I didn’t have those kinds of feelings for Stu. It was just sex for the pleasure of it. I know when I had fucked those girls I had a rather mechanical motion of just going in and out. It didn’t feel natural and I really had no idea what I was doing. Stu, on the other hand, was good. The motions were so fluid and he varied the speed, depth and intensity to make it more enjoyable. I tried to jack my cock while he fucked me like I had seen in the porn videos, but each time I could only do one or two strokes before I felt like I was going to shoot my load. I wanted to keep going, so I would wait a while, stroke my cock once or twice and then wait again. Precum was dripping all over my abs like never before. I didn’t know if I was going to have any liquid left in my body to cum when it finally happened, but I wasn’t going to worry about it since I felt so good. I was mumbling nonsensical words as he plowed into me since I couldn’t verbalize how good it felt. Occasionally “fuck yeah”, “oh my god yes!” or similar phrases came out. At one point Stu pushed even deeper inside of me and I felt a sharp pain. I grunted like I had never done before. It was a sound from deep within my body that was completely involuntary. I guess I wasn’t going to feel all of Stu’s cock in me today. Maybe I could work up to that. What the hell, I’m already planning on him fucking me again? Maybe I’m not a good sex partner and he won’t want to do this again. He did say he liked to play around. Maybe he fucks a guy once and moves on. Shit, why do I over think these things. My hole started to feel sore and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go. My balls were starting to ache too from edging too long, so I started to stroke my cock until I shot my load. It didn’t take much either - a half dozen gentle strokes caused my cock to erupt, shooting big spurts of cum all over my chest and face. On the second or third shot, I heard Stu growl and slam into my ass. When he went that deep earlier, I had a searing pain shoot through my body, but this time I was too wrapped up in blowing my load. I felt a warmth fill me up like I had never felt before. I guess it was at this time I realized Stu had never put on a condom. I wasn’t going to get pregnant but all of those “safe sex” lectures in high school suddenly flashed in my head. They disappeared just as quickly too, as the euphoria from my orgasm blocked out any other thoughts. When our orgasms ended, Stu crawled up my body and kissed me. It was an intimate kiss that did nothing to help my cock soften. We rolled on our sides after I felt his cock fall out of my hole. We kissed a bit longer and then we looked into each other’s eyes. Stu drifted off a few minutes and I just kept watching him. I was no longer a virgin to gay sex and he had taken it. It felt so good, so much better than I felt after the first girl I fucked.

It wouldn’t be the first time I was so cock hungry I would accept an invite, but never this late and never without interrogating him about “status.” A blind acceptance was very rare. Was I really willing to drive the next town over at 230am to get dicked by a stranger on a school night? I took another look at his photo and I was out the door. On a third floor walk up, he told me not to ring the bell or knock “I’ll hear you on the stairs” he said. As I reached the top, the door swung open — and I was shocked. Much older than expected this man was fully naked fully hard fully shaved and bald. A ripped veiny muscled God standing before me at an easy 55. I was stunned by his nude nearly hairless frame. And I could count every vein, everywhere. He was jacked and “schredded” long before I knew what the word meant. He said “We good?” but he knew the answer before he said it. I was easy prey for him, and my eyes showed the hunger I had as he walked me in to his house. I took off my shoes by the door and walked into his bedroom. Dimly lit, only a sheet on the bed, a bottle of lube and a mirror opposite. “Strip” he said. I did. “Get on the bed, all fours, face the mirror.” Before I was in position his hands met my ass, quickly parted my cheeks and his tongue burried inside me. I could barely catch my breath. I was dizzy from his power, muscle, age, look and cock. Easily nine with a slight side hook. His veiny Daddy Dick mirrored the almost unnatural nature of his body. How was anyone at any age this ripped? Zero fat just skin on muscle, head to toe. Even his handsome face was a bit hollow, and veins on his skull. That’s it! He was like a muscled skeleton — and one I was powerless to resist. True Alpha power does it again. Luring an innocent at 3am to use any way he wants. I was new to hooking up, had only done it a couple times. Always made sure I asked “the questions” as I’d been taught and even followed the fuck by a real date (to legitimize it). A consolation prize for the failure of “no sex before the first date.” As though sex alone was wrong or bad, much like fucking without condoms as all the HIV pamphlets passed out at Pride each year said). I looked up at the mirror in front of me as the shredded Stallion stood behind my now drenched tongue-gaped hole. Hungry from 6 hours of online cruising, dizzy from his ass eating, fully in lust for his surreal muscled look and cock. Fuck it. I was ready.

I’m a decent looking bear, bit of a belly but muscular with a few tatt’s, early 30’s generally easy going but always been alpha top in the bedroom. I mean I’m not going to over state myself, I’m average to look at and most gay guys are too picky for me, well unless they are size queens and get a load of my thick 8 inches of uncut meat first. Anyway I do ok, but have always wanted to find the right kind of boy / sub bottom, which had never happened. Always found something close, you know, looks, sex but no brain, or sex, brain but Fugly, until that is, a few months ago. Surfing on a local dating site in NZ I got a msg from a similar aged married, bi, sub guy saying he was looking for a daddy bear. Explained I wasn’t exactly daddy aged but had the right attitude if he did and sent him a pic, he replied with a simple ‘woof’ and a picture. Damn the boy was hot, in fact so hot I questioned he would be into me, but none the less we booked a time for him to come to my place. In person the boy was just as good looking, muscular sportsman’s body, lean and very sexy, even a nice pelt of chest hair. Anyway tentative at first, I sort of expected him to change his mind once we met but before I knew it he was on his knees saying “please can I serve you daddy?” It took no time then before I had the bulge of my pants shoved in his face and both hands on the back of his head. “What do you want boy?” I growled at him, he moaned and rubbed his mouth and face in the sweet sweaty smell of my crotch and whimpered, I knew what he wanted and started to unzip my pants then made sure the boy knew it was up to him to finish unpacking his prize. Eagerly the boy pulled my meat from its holster and shoved it straight down his throat. It wasn’t long before I was rock hard and he was struggling to keep my meat down. I pulled out a bottle of Poppers took a snort then pulling his head off long enough I forced him to suck back a long snootfull. Seconds later I had my dick down his throat again, both hands on the back of his head and my hips thrusting so hard I could feel his teeth in my pubes and my balls being scraped by his stubbly chin. Gagging and with tears streaming from his eyes the boy grabbed my thighs holding himself in, he was in heaven I could tell and I was enjoying his spasming throat. Changing position a little I lent down my fingers running along his spine to the bottom of his t-shirt which I grabbed and roughly pulled up ver his shoulders leaving him naked from the waist up. I again thrust my cock in his eager throat and lent down this time my fingers inside his shorts and invading his butt crack. Damn the boy had a beautiful muscular round ass and my fingers found his hole with ease. It was tight but I could tell eager so I spit on my fingers and started to ease them inside him, causing him to moan as he sucked my tool. Rock hard and throbbing I knew I wanted to fuck his ass and wasn’t going to wait any longer. It had been a while and this was the hottest boy I’d come across in a long time. I stood up, pulling a condom from my pocket and holding it in my right palm. “Get up and get naked fag boy” I barked at my slut and he did as he was told and did it quickly. Standing naked I moved closer pulled my clothes off and then grabbing him close, with my free hand I grabbed at his ass cheeks and ran my fingers over his hole some more. “Im gonna fuck ur slut ass boy” I warned him. Then alsmost as a test I put the condom in his hand and I pushed on his shoulder gesturing for him to get back on his knees. Saddly the boy failed the test and began to unwrap the condom and put it on my thick tool. I couldn’t help but notice he didn’t seem very happy and it looked like he had something to say but knew his place and was not going to ask his daddy. “What is it boy” I asked tersely. He turned a little red and said “nothing” meekly. Finally he finished putting the condom on and I grabbed a tube of lube thrusting it in his hand so he knew I expected him to lube up. The boy did as expected and I shoved the poppers under his nose again. After a deep snort I bent him over the chair and began to push my monster in his tight hole. I could feel his boy cunt struggling to handle my girth so I took it slowly, but simply used persistent pressure until I was finally balls deep. I could hear the boy whimpering so I leant down as I thrust inside him and turned his head to mine so I could see his eyes. “You love it don’t u boy?””Yes sir!” he said quickly and I began to thrust harder and harder. Grabbing his hips I laid into his butt fucken like a crazy devil, this boys body was hot and ass sweet. I was loosing myself in poppers high and hot thrusting and at first did not notice his hand reaching under behind his balls and his fingers on my shaft as it drilled him. It took a while to realise that the boy was trying to use my thrusts to make the condom roll off. “What are you doing boy?” I growled, he pulled his hand away and whimpered “nothing sir”, as he could not see my face I smiled and growled at him to tell me what he was doing. Finally he told me what he really wanted, “Daddy, you are the hottest bear I’ve had and I’m in love with your cock, I want you to fuck me raw, please daddy?” This was a secret fantasy of mine, the boy had turned his failure into victory, having a boy beg for it raw! Damn! So needless to say I obliged and it wasn’t long before I was plowing his ass again. Hi sweet raw hole was tight and hot and working the cum from my balls, but i wasnt ready to cum yet. so I pulled out pushing him to the floor, on his back, rouoghly pulled his legs up over my shoulders and inserted myself again. I wanted to look into his eyes as i fucked harder and harder till he was full of my seed. But that was not where it ended, the boy stayed on, not like all the others who would run once they had done their bit, he turned and swallowed my cock sucking on it getting it hard again and then this time I laid back and allowed the boy to enjoy himself. It was not long before he was bouncing on my dick again ramming himself onto my stick deeply, he aggressively milked another load into his butt. Ever since we have managed to meet up most weeks to repeat the fun. Saddly he is married with and cannot be the full time boy I seek, but well yu cant have em all

Carry on 😏

You really "get it" .... That's one of the best descriptions of why we Breed each other I've read ...

6. Moons of Mars Reznor felt Tommy over-prepared for a simple overnight camping trip. He might reconsider this opinion since one of the many things Tommy brought, a pocket knife, has been in use ever since Reznor was dragged into Frank’s trailer. Tommy’s been prying a board off the back of the woodshed for twenty minutes. So far he’s managed to get off a nail at the top and one at the bottom. When he sees Reznor unconscious and dragged back out of the trailer by MAGA-hat man and wispy ponytail guy, he picks up the urgency of getting off the other bottom nail. His shaking hand makes him cut himself, which makes the pocket knife slippery, but after several failed attempts, he gets the second bottom nail wedged loose. The plank doesn’t come all the way off, but it’s enough to be able to push the plank to the side. It’s barely enough space for him to wiggle through, but because of his compact size he escapes. Back in the open air, he peers around the woodshed. Reznor’s naked strung up by his arms. He sees the big bear of a man, Frank, return. He’s in Reznor’s face threatening him with a chainsaw between his legs. He can’t hear what Frank’s saying because of all the noise from the chainsaw, but abruptly Frank’s screams at Reznor for him to answer him if he remembers his question. The chainsaw idles softly as Frank waits for an answer. “Yes, I remember … the question,” Reznor manages to get out. Each word muttered is painful, but Tommy recognizes a familiar, sarcastic glint in Reznor’s eye. “I’ll take ‘What is drawn and quartered’ … for a thousand, Alex.” Frank threatens Reznor with another rev of the chainsaw. “Mm-kay, Mm-kay.” Reznor spits a wad of bloody saliva on the ground. His head bobs forward and back, while Frank revs the chainsaw to encourage Reznor to continue. Reznor is one horrible, bloody mess. It’s not helping Reznor for Tommy to watch this scene from the shadows, so he scampers off to search for anything that might free his friend. Reznor raises his head looking into Frank’s dark eyes. “Drawn and quartered. A man gets each limb tied to four horses.” Reznor’s legs give out. He hangs only by his arms. “And the horses pull off his limbs in four directions.” Bloody drool strings from his mouth. “Right you are,” says Frank. “But since we don’t have no horses, I’m left with this quandary. What to do? And then it hits me. I’ll saw off each one of your limbs, tourniquet you, cauterize you, till you’re just one stumpy torso. Then I’m going to keep your torso permanently on my bed and fuck you till you—“ “Frank, that’s enough!” Dougie, pulling on his goatee, protests. “For fuck sake, you already scared the piss out of the kid.” One of the camo guys steps forward, goes, “Yeah, Frank. Fun’s fun, but you take it too far, man.” Frank’s eyebrows raise defensively. “You agree, Cosmo?” The other camo guy says, “Yeah, I agree with Vic, Frank. Look at him hangin’ there. You think he’s gonna talk?” “What about you, Lewis?” Grey ponytail guy steps forward. “I think he’ll turn on you, Frank. He’s got every reason to turn you in.” House jumps out of the bushes, fists ponytail guy’s head, sending him to the dirt. Reynold’s is right beside House filming Frank, the camo guys, Dougie, and Lewis on the ground. “Back off!” House shouts at Frank. He doesn’t have Frank’s girth (or chainsaw), but he out-matches the big bear in height and brawn. Now that he’s close enough to see what he’s done to Reznor, he’s fucking pissed as hell, too. “Now! Back. The fuck. Off!” Steve Reynolds holds up his phone. “You’ll all be wanted by morning. Just have to hit send. Best thing would be to let him go.” Frank revs the chainsaw again. “Or what, pretty boy?” He revs the blades, grounds his stance preparing to send the spinning teeth up through Reznor’s caged balls. “You gonna shoot me with your iPhone?” Reznor looks up a final time at his assailant. He prays his end is quick. He looks into Frank’s eyes. His last sight on Earth. “Nope.” Tommy aims a rifle. “Gonna shoot you with a gun.” Abruptly Frank’s face, in a split second, becomes a plume of blood and brains exploding out of his head. The head bursts like a watermelon covering Reznor’s face and body with the man’s detritus. The remnant body that once was Frank, no longer includes a head. Bits of skull, teeth, tongue, eyes—slap Reznor’s face; steaming gore drips to the ground. Reznor watches as it takes a surreal couple of seconds for Frank’s body to realize it has no brains before it tumbles in a heap to the ground. The chainsaw sputters in the dirt, then grinds to a halt. Everyone looks to the top step of Frank’s trailer where the shot rang out. Tommy eyes the remaining men around the camp not lowering the rifle but swinging the muzzle back and forth. The far trailer door bursts open and Micky-G steps out holding frantically barking pit bulls. “What the hell is all this hullabaloo?” Micky-G yanks back his dogs. Headlights flood the scene as a beat-up red pickup rolls up to the trailers. Waldo leaps out of the back and trots over, jumping playfully on top of the two pit bulls and excitedly sniffs their rear ends. Kyle and Jacob get out of the cab trying to make sense of what’s occurred. In the headlights, House and Reynolds are cutting Reznor down. “Fuckin’ hell!” Kyle says running over to Reznor. He takes off his jacket and wraps it over Reznor’s shoulders. Shamus steps out of the shadows adjusting his cap then gives Lewis a hand up. Lewis feebly tries to tell Reynolds that he didn’t he meant it about not letting his friend go. “Nah,” Lewis wheedles, “I was trying to buy some time for Frank to come to his senses.” “The fuck you were, asshole,” Reynolds fires back. “Yours is the only photo I didn’t delete. If I were you, I’d crawl back to whatever backwoods hole you came out of.” House takes the kerchief off his neck and wipes Reznor’s bloody face. “Cops I’m sure will know who you are.” “And where you live,” says Tommy, coming off trailer steps, slinging the gun strap over his shoulder. “Maybe you’ll get a day’s head start,” says Reynolds. Tommy adds, “If you’re lucky.” “But I wouldn’t count on it.” House comes up to the guy and shoves him into the shadows, with Shamus trailing after him out of camp. “Cosmo, Vic, Dougie,” Jacob says, crossing over to them. “You let him rape a kid? What’s your wife and kids gonna think about you?” “No!” The three men are panicked, trying to explain themselves all at once. Excuses fly: things got out of hand; it was just supposed to be to scare the kid; how were they to know Franks was tweaked; they saved the kid from being beaten to death, didn’t they? Jacob’s not buying any of it, and they argue all talking over each another, pleading with Jacob that they’ll take care of the body; that they never saw any of these boys in camp. Cosmo suggests, “Maybe Frank had a hunting accident.” “No one’s seen him for a while,” proposes Vic. “A bear might have got him,” Dougie adds. Vic advises Jacob to get the boys out of here. Everyone nods in agreement. “We’ll right this mess,” Vic says. “Kyle!” shouts Micky-G. “Get your damn dog off Trixie. She’s in heat.” Waldo’s humping the brown and white pit bull having the time of his life. “You’re responsible if there’s a litter, I’m telling you that right now, dammit.” *** Reznor sits silently between me and Jacob on the drive to my house. House, Tommy and Reynolds—and a very happy Waldo—ride in the bed of the truck. Jacob says tomorrow he’ll take the boys back to their Prius, but tonight everyone’s spending the night at my house. “That okay with you, buddy?” he says to Reznor. “Huh?” Reznor says, glassy-eyed, his head swaying with the bouncing of the truck over the rough road. We troop into the house, where mom, upset at first seeing one of the boy’s badly beaten, but then snaps into professional nurse mode, attends to Reznor—Band-Aids, iodine, Neosporin. Reznor’s injuries are extensive but are superficial, she says, nothing broken, some bruises but nothing worse. She sends him to the shower, where he steeps for a long time. Privately she tells me he’s pretty traumatized and wants to know why. I give her the PG-version leaving out some of the more gory secondhand details Tommy and Reynolds provided. Frank’s dead, I tell her. That little guy Tommy shot him. Good for him, she says. Frank always was an evil piece of shit. Mom! I say. Language. After his shower I see mom’s right about Reznor being traumatized; he barely speaks, which is totally un-Reznor. While she finishes patching up his face in the bathroom, me, Jacob and the other guys want to know how Tommy pulled off the shot. Tommy says he took the Ruger rifle out of Frank’s bedroom, one he was familiar with from hunting with his dad. He felt bad about how it splattered Reznor in the face, but he couldn’t see any way around it. He didn’t say anything about killing a man, and we didn’t ask. We all-too-quickly moved on to praising his smarts, bravery and marksmanship. We put the subject to bed when mom and Reznor come back in. Ultimately, mom is a mom, and isn’t satisfied until everyone’s had grilled cheese sandwiches and is sitting with hot cocoa in front of the wood stove. After midnight the guys get sleepy and crash in the living room. House has his sleeping bag laid out on the couch, Reynolds is scrunched up on the love seat, and Tommy’s happy curled up with Waldo on the shag carpet. In the darkness of my bedroom, I’m looking at the luminescent stars I’ve had forever on my ceiling. Reznor’s in the other twin bed in my room. He hasn’t spoken since Frank was shot, when House and Reynolds cut him down. Just let him be, is my mom’s advice, before she and Jacob went off to his trailer. I think he’s fallen asleep, and I’m just about to myself when I hear a very hoarse voice say, “I can’t believe you have glow-in-the-dark decals on you ceiling. What are you, Dupree? Nine?” I try not to get all defensive; this is Reznor after all, and I gotta be nice to him. “They’re educational. And they’re highly accurate,” I tell him. “Look. There’s Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, and the bright one in the little dipper’s tail is Polaris, the North Star.” He thinks about this for a second, takes in the vast array of stars on my ceiling. “Yawl are a fuckin’ freak.” At least a little of the ornery Raznor’s back. I lie shirtless with my arms behind my head. Unlike the dorm, my old trailer is warm. I can smell my pits and they’re pretty rank. We’re in the dark but Reznor’s outlined by the moon streaming in through the window. His blond hair appears blue in this light. After a long time laying on his back looking at my stars, he says, “I’ll bet you still have your teddy bear,” he says. I see his eyes are wide open staring up. “That’s what Waldo’s for.” Another span of time passes. An idea occurs to me. “I bet,” I say, breaking the silence, “that you never had a teddy bear. That’s what’s wrong with you, Reznor. Lack of stuffed animal bonding at an early age.” His response surprises me. “Yawl right ‘bout that. No teddy bear.” He grunts trying to put his arms above his head. He eventually manages to lace his fingers, and is mirroring me in his bed. “But I did have me a black Scotty dog. Use to drag it with me everywhere.” “Did it have a name?” “Yeah. Scotty.” We both chuckle. Reznor exhales, and then turns on his side. Groans. He lets an arm hang off his bed, trailing a finger over my linoleum floor. “It had red buttons for eyes. I pulled one of the button eyes off by accident one time. I would not be consoled until my sweet old nanny sewed it back on. I was worried I had permanently damaged Scotty’s eyesight but nanny assured me he could see just fine. My father took him away shortly after that. Said I was too old for it. I was seven. Second grade.” Of all people, I’m surprised I like sharing the room with Reznor tonight. Drake hasn’t talked to me much since that first night in back of the library. But this guy, who I think of mostly as a dick, there’s something I like about his Scotty dog story. Maybe it’s knowing what he went through tonight; or maybe—and I’m just spit-balling here—there’s an attraction we both don’t want to admit to, and it’s easier to just punch each other in the face then act on it. I don’t know, I’m not a psych major. “When I was seven,” I tell him, “my dad put up these decals on the ceiling. One of the last things he did. He loved looking at the stars. That’s his telescope in the corner. Story time with him was always about planets and constellation. All the stories that came from the sky.” Reznor props himself up on an elbow and looks at the telescope by the window. “What happened to him?” “Cancer.” I look at his work above me. “During hospice, whenever he had the energy, he’d get on a ladder and add on to it. Made the sky exactly as I’d see it every September first, he told me, my birthday.” “Stars don’t stay in one place,” Raznor says. “Sure they do. Once a year. It’s like Earth’s this merry-go-round, and if you choose a spot, choose one day, every year when you get back to it, all the stars will line up exactly as they were the year before. So those stars up there, they’re the same stars that appear every first day of September. Forever and always. Even long after we’re not here to look at them.” Reznor lays back down and looks up at the glowing dots. “Crazy.” “Word.” I point straight above us at a constellation. “Pegasus dominates the summer sky.” “I don’t see it.” “Sure. It’s upside down.” I throw off my blankets and flip my head to the end of the bed, so I see it right side up. “There, that bright star there is his nose. That square, those four stars, are his flank—where the wings come from. And those stars are his forward legs flying into the air.” Reznor flips off his bedding and struggles to get his head at the end of the bed, too. Once he settles, he contemplates it for a while. “Okay. I guess I see it. Where’s it back legs?” “No back legs.” “See, that’s what I hate about this shit. People just make up whatever they want to see. No logic in it.” “Yep. No logic to it.” I put my arms again behind my head. “People always make up what they want to see, what they want to believe.” “Did your dad put in planets too?” he wants to know. “I think I see Saturn. And that red one?” “Yep. That red dot right in the corner, that’s Mars—god of war.” I point above his bed where the ceiling hits the wall. “If you stare long enough, you can see two moons. Phobos and Deimos. Means fear and dread in Greek. They were Mars’ sons, fear and dread. Took ‘em to every battle, which makes sense for the god of war, right?.” “Dupree, yawl have too much stuff in your head.” I look over at him. “I would not disagree with you.” It’s nice having him in my room. “You a virgin.” He snorts. He’s propped up again on an elbow facing me. “Virgo, the virgin if you’re born September first.” I flip on my elbow to look back. In just his boxers the contours of his body are amazing. Such deep shadows define his pecs and his abs. I’m trying not to get too caught up in what a defined body he has, trying to ignore a little stirring down below. It’s funny cuz we’re in the pool in speedos all the time, and I’ve been able to tuck that little tidbit onto a back-burner brain cell—so I’m not sure why it’s now being put on the front-burner. Adjusting myself nonchalantly, I flip on my back and ask him when's his birthday? He says February third. “Aquarius. The water bearer,” I say, pointing to the constellation over my bed. “There you are, right above Pegasus.” “Stupid sign. Water bearer. What’s that even mean? What am I, a waiter? Would yawl like sparkling or tap this evening.” He cracks me up. I hear snoring coming through my bedroom door from the living room, so I keep my voice low. “No, he’s a great sign. He’s the famous Ganymede, Jupiter’s largest moon, the largest moon actually in the entire solar system—there, see it next to Jupiter? And also Zeus’ young lover.” “Shut up.” “No, seriously. He was the most beautiful mortal Zeus had ever laid eyes on. Born royalty, the son of the king of Troy, Zeus falls in love with him and snatches him to Olympus for himself. Poured his wine, a most honored position on Mount Olympus. Pissed his wife off, but she got plenty on the side, so both of them were happy gods.” “You’re saying Zeus was gay?” “Well, bi, but he’s just a made up story. But it gave legitimacy to men loving men back in the day. These stories have been around as long as the Bible, Christianity, Buddhism, Islam—you name it. It’s all stories we tell ourselves to explain ourselves to ourselves.” “Except the Bible is true.” “If you say so.” I know not to get into it with Reznor about religion. We had this fight in the dining hall many times. “Anyway, worse thing than being the most beautiful boy that the king of the gods takes a shining to and immortalizes in the night sky.” I didn't see when it started, but Reznor’s silently shaking on the bed. He’s crying and trying not to cry at the same time, which makes his sob worse. He sits up with his face in his hands ashamed. “Hey, what is it?” I ask, sitting up myself. He looks at me in with an angry and anguished face. “Or a fat hillbilly snatches you off and fucks you silly in his trailer.” He looks at me defiantly and adds, “And maybe you like it.” I’m across from him, our knees are almost touching. I put a hand on his leg. “Knocked it off,” he says in a raspy voice, flicking my hand away. I can see his face is streaming tears now, no sobs, just tears trailing over his cheeks. I switch beds and sit next to him. “Leave me alone.” I put my arm around him regardless of his protests. “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “Why are you sorry? Yawl didn’t fuck me or hit me or try to cut me in half with a chainsaw. Yawl weren’t the one that saw his face explode or told all these fucked up things he was going to do. It’s shit I can’t un-hear or un-see, Dupree.” “Tell me what you saw.” “What my life was going to turn into. Maybe it was the drugs they gave me, but as he was telling it to me I saw it like it was real, was already my life. Like, he was going to keep me fucked up on meth, and fuck me all the time, and give me a cunt. And you know the most fucked up part?” I shrug, rubbing his back, encouraging him to let it out. “Part of me wanted it—wanted to run away from my life and be his meth whore. Isn’t that fucked up?” “Nah, it isn’t.” “This big hairy man was going to keep me as his personal slave—be his, what’d you call him—his Ganymede. I’d be his sex toy. And I couldn’t do anything about it. He was going to fist me every day until I had a gaping pussy. He was going to beat me raw if I didn’t obey his every word. And it’s so fucked up but part of me liked it. Wanted it. To have a real life physically-abusive daddy, not the psychologically-abusive one I got right now. I’ve been to enough shrinks to know how fucked up I am, Dupree. Even now, my dick wants to get hard when I talk about it.” He takes my hand and makes me feel his metal cage. He’s leaking in his boxers. And for fuck sake, I can’t help it, but a bulge is rising in my gym shorts once he put my hand on his crotch. Reznor notices, too. His head snaps up, seeing my shorts rise. “What the fuck, man?” he says alarmed. “Where’s yawl’s cage.” He grabs my growing erection. I hold up a finger to my lips to bring his voice down. “I only wear it at school when I have to. It’s a crumby little lock. Easy enough to pick.” “Get mine off,” he says. I hesitate. “Please, or I’ll tell everyone and then you’ll be off the team.” “You’re blackmailing me?” “If I have to.” “Reznor, given what you’ve been through, you’re still a dick.” I frown. Quietly I slip into the bathroom and grab a bobby pin. When I get back he’s slipped off his boxers, and looking at his hard body, outlined by a full moon in my window, it only gets my dick tenting even more in my shorts. “Hurry,” he says, desperately clutching himself, like he urgently has to take a piss. “You’ve had this on for months. Chill,” I say. “Dupree,” he says, like the cage is burning him, “get it off.” I kneel between his legs. It takes ten second for me to fiddle with the lock before its open. Another two second for Reznor to pull off the top casing and the ring around his balls. And there it is. His beautify penis. I have to say, Reznor’s got one of the most phenomenal members I have ever seen. Once the chastity device is off, it’s immediately hard, like one of those self-inflating rafts. It’s thick, cut, with a perfectly formed large, mushroom head. There’s little in the way of veins except a thick ridge on top right down the middle. Since I’m kneeling in front of him like I’m worshiping it, there’s nothing to do but actually worship it. My mouth does down all the way in one go to the root. “Ah, shit,” he pants. I look up at him with my tongue hanging out—he’s gritting his teeth with a look of relief I’ve never seen him express—and go back down on his shaft. He’s shuddering with pleasure. I never thought this would happen, but there you go—life always throws the unexpected at you. Which is why I’m not too surprised when he pulls me up on his bed, and spreads his legs. Two choices present itself: fuck him or rim him. I spread his bruised cheeks and lick his asshole. His breath catches in his throat, and he looks at me astonished. I dig my tongue in his hole and he tries to suppress a moan as best he can. I pull his ass lips apart and penetrate deeper. He pushes up my head to look at me. “That’s where I shit, man,” he says, in excited disbelief. “Yeah, and I was just sucking where your piss comes out.” I tell him. “Body parts can multitask, or didn’t you know that?” He answers by pushing my head back between his legs. Aside from his tight body, he’s got a glorious, sweet puckered hole. It’s so tight but winking madly. I swear his lips are kissing mine, both of us intensely responding to each other. I swirl my tongue around and into his hole, and he’s rotating his hips because of it. I give his hole a variety of rimming techniques. I flatten my tongue and give him a long, wet lap—which I can tell his hole loves by flaring out—then drill inside him with a pointed tip and flicker it till he gasps some more. “Push out,” I encourage him. He does and his hole opens like a tiny, budding flower. I take advantage and pull those petals apart, and dive inside him much deeper where the pink petals turn to a deep red well. I’ve had many teachers, most of the older men from the lake, who have over the years shared their rimming knowledge with me, and I love sharing that now with Reznor. “It doesn’t have to hurt,” I tell him looking over his luscious balls. I lick them, too. Pop one testicle in my mouth, then the other. He gives me a rare Reznor smile, albeit one that’s extremely filthy. He pushes my head back down wanting me to eat his hole more. The boy knows what he wants. He’s relaxed and it’s easy to ply his ass lips farther apart with two fingers. My tongue run three-sixty clockwise around the inside of his hole, then in reverse. I drool and push the saliva inside him, twirl my middle finger in deep until I feel his prostate. I rub it till his excited as hell, in full heat. I love playing with his body; everything's new to him. He’s drawing in breaths excitedly and I know he’s primed for cock, specifically, my cock. I reach into the nightstand between the beds and pull out my lube. I slip out of my gym shorts springing my woody, grease my pole and tenderly slick up his hole. Slowly I plunge headlong into the warmest, softest hole you can imagine. He is so wet, wanting to be fucked. There’s nothing forced. His ass lips flare as my cock penetrates him, pushing back my foreskin feeling my cockhead burrow into his hole. His libido matches mine—I want to fuck him and he so wants to be fucked. His eyes are closed and I don’t mind just looking at his features as I slide inch by inch inside him. His full lips peel apart in astonishment, revealing his bright teeth reflected in the cool moonlight. The scruff of his chin for the first time I find attractive, feel it with my fingers, gather it in my mouth, as I’m stroke my cock with his velvety sphincter. Within his body he’s clutching me tightly, but his hips rock so that I know he wants more of me. I reply with three-quarters of my cock enjoying the last few inches of opening him up. His eyes flash, encouraging me to go on all the way. As I grind my hips, swirling my cock to stir his colon, he reaches up, grabs my hand. He flings my hand across his face, smacks himself with my palm. Hard. It startles me, this thunderclap across his face. Reznor looks at me to see my reaction. I guess I’m more puzzled than anything. I want to pleasure myself in his ass not cause him harm. But as I’m fucking him down to my balls, he takes my hands and places them around his neck. “Please,” is all he says. I’m not sure what to do. I put my hands on either side of his face, but he grabs my wrists and puts my hands back on his neck. As I fuck him, I gently squeeze his neck, my thumbs at his windpipe. “Harder,” he rasps. I keep fucking his hole and, I knows it’s perverse, but my hands at his throat gets me leaking inside him. His hole is extra wet now, more slippery than before. This increased lubrication intensifies the pleasure I feel in my cockhead. My shaft is slick. I fuck him harder. I tighten my grip. Reznor’s face begins to turn red. “Hurt me, Kyle,” he gasps. He’s starts stroking his erect cock. The harder I squeeze my hands around him the faster he strokes. He nods his head as he looks pleadingly in my eyes. I choke him in earnest, seeing his face turn purple, his eyes bulging. And as fucked up as that is, I can’t stop myself from fucking him harder, and feel him shooting hot ropes of cum onto my chest, which makes me cum, hard, inside him. I hold his neck in my hands, shaking, until his eyes go blank. I release my stranglehold and he heaves hoarsely for breath. His hands reach up and grab my shoulders as he stares up at the ceiling. He’s not with me. There’s a shell of a person my cock is inside of, but Raznor’s somewhere else. It takes a moment for his breathing to coming back to normal, his eye to glow alive again. He keeps hold of my shoulders, squints his eyes with intense concentration. He whispers, “I see it.” I look at his face, then over my shoulder to see what he’s looking at. My cock oozes out of him, and I feel a small flood of my sperm dribble out. His eyes are fixed in the corner of the room. “Fear and dread,” he says, dazed, staring at Mars. “Fear and dread,” I echo.

Part 2 Danny: The day after I was in the hot tub with Stu he called me over as I was running past his house at the end of my run. He offered me twenty bucks an hour to help him clean out the house. I could work a couple hours a few days a week. More if I wanted. The money would sure come in handy and it was more than I was making down at the hardware store working mornings. I only had a month before I headed off to college anyway. I went over for my first day on Monday wearing a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt. It was hot in the house and I regretted not wearing shorts. Before too long I had to take my tee shirt off since it was drenched in sweat. I wanted to take my jeans off too, but I just had a jockstrap on and while we had been naked in the hot tub I figured that wasn’t appropriate. We were finding boxes stuffed everywhere. I found several under the bed and pulled them out to the middle of the room. We started opening them and the second box I opened shocked me. There were a few sex toys inside it and I gasped. Stu noticed and asked “What?” I showed him the box and he laughed. “Damn, the old lady has some surprises, huh? Let’s see… vibrator, a couple dildos… They look pretty recent, I wonder when the last time she used these? Glad to know she still had a sex drive at her age. Nothing I want, might as well pitch them” he said. I took a few boxes, including the one with sex toys down to the garbage can. I put the dildos in a bag and hid them out of sight, figuring I would pick them up when I left. Later, I took them home and stashed them under my bed and then went off for my run. The next day I went over and dressed better. I had an old pair of running shorts and a tank top, but I soon took the tank off. Both of us were sweating but we finished emptying one of the small bedrooms so there was just an old bed in there. We started in on another room and I came across a box of old black and white pictures. When I asked where he wanted me to put them he told me to put them on his bed in his bedroom to sort through later. I walked down the hall and opened the door. Stu had obviously cleaned this room up first. It was freshly painted and fully decorated. There were pictures on the wall of Stu and a lots of different guys. In fact, the only picture of a woman was one of an older woman by herself on the night stand. I looked the pictures over and noticed most of the guys were either naked or damn close to it. Stu was kissing a guy in a few of them. My cock was getting harder the more I looked. I guess I took too long and Stu was standing at the door. “Like what you see?” he asked. Fuck, I was busted. My mind raced and all I could say was “You have a lot of friends.” He laughed a little. “Yeah, I guess I do. Lots of good memories there. I guess you can figure out from those pics that some are more than friends” he said. I looked back at him and then realized what he was talking about. “You’re gay?” I asked. “Yeah, 100 percent. Never dated or fucked a girl. I hope you’re ok with it” Stu replied No one had ever told me they were gay before. Maybe that was why I was attracted to him. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” I replied. I was being honest. “Uh.. How did you know?” I asked. He looked back at me and grinned. “I got turned on by looking at guys. Women just didn’t do anything for me. How about you? Do you ever get turned on by guys?” Stu said. I blushed and didn’t know what to say. Should I be honest? “Yeah, sometimes” I said quietly. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone is different. Just do what you enjoy and don’t worry so much about what other people think. Uh… Lets call it a day and you can go for your run” he replied. I was really happy that the conversation didn’t continue. It was hard to get into the groove that day during my run. I kept thinking about Stu and his question. — Stu: Danny didn’t come over the next day after I outed myself to him and asked if he liked guys. I figured I had blown it. But the following day he came over and it was back to the same routine. He would work about fifteen minutes and then his shirt would come off. It was hard to concentrate on anything other than his sweaty body. He looked so hot. I could see the outline of his jockstrap through his well worn running shorts. There seemed to be a nice bulge that I dreamed about sucking on. We didn’t really talk much that day until he suddenly asked “Have you ever had a boyfriend?” I laughed. He sounded a little like my mother when she would ask if I had one. “Once, a long time ago. We broke up since I like to play around and he wanted a monogamous relationship” I replied. We talked a bit more but everything was vague. I was hoping he would ask more questions. Right before he left I suggested that he watch some porn to see what stuff excited him. I even gave him a few sites to look at and hinted he should look at both gay and straight porn. The next day we were emptying another bedroom and he mentioned he was only going to be around another three weeks. I was disappointed, since I really did like having him around. He was good eye candy and fun to talk to. We took a couple boxes down to the garbage cans and as we walked back into the house Danny asked “How do you meet guys?” I put my arm around his shoulder and led him into the living room and to the couch. “There’s lots of ways, Danny. There are hookup apps and dating apps, websites too. Sometimes the gym is a good place, but you need to be careful not to ask the wrong guys. When you’re a bit older you can hit bars. In the city there’s a bathhouse. And if you’re really adventurous there are some cruising spots. It just depends on what you’re looking for - companionship or just to fuck” I replied. He seemed a bit shocked at how casual I was talking about this. “Uh… you mean some guys just meet for sex?” Danny asked. It took everything I had to not burst out laughing. I chuckled a bit, though, and told him “That’s what gay men are known for. Until recently, gays couldn’t get married so we did what males have done for centuries - had sex with whomever we wanted.” I wanted to ask him if he had ever done anything with a guy, but I was waiting for the right moment. I did rest my hand on his leg. “Oh, I guess that makes sense” Danny said. — Danny: Once I knew that Stu was gay, my mind came up with thousands of questions to ask. I wanted to know everything, but also didn’t want to let him know I had no idea where to meet guys that might be interested in me or what to do when we met. I started to call him to tell him I would be over the next day, but my stomach was in knots I was so nervous. I calmed down and went over the day after that and slowly worked up courage to ask a few questions. I started out easy, asking him if he ever had boyfriends. He told me he had one, which surprised me. He said he preferred fooling around with more than one guy which I found really hot. I asked a few more simple questions but couldn’t figure out how to ask the bigger ones. The next day I went back, more to talk to Stu than to work. I finally got the nerve to ask the first of my big questions and asked how gay guys find others to meet. As soon as I asked, my body broke out in cold sweat. I had just told him I was a virgin with men, so that’s about as big as it gets. He was really cool, though. He told me places to go and a few online ideas too. We were sitting on his couch, talking and we were really close. He put his hand on my leg and I felt my body get goosebumps all over it. I turned my head and looked him in the eye. We stared at each other for a good 30 seconds as I tried to get up the nerve for my next big question. I tried to ask it, but all that came out was “I… Uh… Uhh….” so I decided to do it without words. I leaned in and kissed him. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I had this sexy man next to me and he was kissing me back. It wasn’t just a quick, friendly kiss, either. I felt his tongue press on my lips and I opened them. This was just like I had done with the girls I had dated and fucked, but this time I was really excited. I wasn’t just going through the motions like I did with the girls. Our tongues started dancing in my mouth and then in his. Stu moved closer and pushed me down on to the couch. He was on top of me and it felt so good with our sweaty bodies grinding into each other as we kissed. My dick was so hard inside my jockstrap and I knew it was going to burst free any moment. We had been kissing for a few minutes and Stu stopped. He looked back at me with a big smile and then started kissing down my body. He sucked and bit on my nipples and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I moaned out and I hoped that no one heard me. I felt his hands grab on to my shorts and he pulled both my shorts and jockstrap down. My cock slapped against his chest as it broke free from the clothes. A second later, he was putting his lips around my dick and sucking on it. It felt amazing. It was so much better than the two girls that had sucked me before. They both lasted less than a minute before they stopped. Not Stu. It was almost like he was making love to my dick. He took it all the way down and flexed his throat around it which almost made me shoot. Stu spent almost twenty minutes on it before he stopped and then moved back up my body and kissed me again. “We probably should go somewhere more private” he said. — Stu: I could tell he wanted to ask more questions, but I figured he was too embarrassed to ask. We looked at each other for maybe 15 seconds and then he started to say something but then just leaned in and kissed me. Oh my fucking god. Those lips were so soft and I wasn’t going to stop him. After a few minutes I slipped my tongue to his lips and they just parted. We went back and forth exploring each others mouths as I laid him down on the sofa. My hands roamed over his body as I laid on top of him. I knew we only had a couple weeks of possible play time and I said “to hell with going slow” to myself. Eventually I started kissing and licking down his body. I started sucking on his left nipple and felt his body spasm a bit and I knew he was one of those guys that love to have their nips played with. I felt I had the chance so I pulled his shorts down and they revealed a very stiff seven inches of veiny shaft. It was almost perfect and I needed to feel it and taste it in my mouth. I started to suck on it and judging by the moans I heard, Danny was enjoying it as much as I was. I deep throated it a few times and the last time I squeezed it with my throat. I could tell that last move almost got him to cum so I slowed down and pulled off. Now was my time to get him into my playroom. He pushed his shorts the rest of the way off and followed me downstairs. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do that wouldn’t freak out this near virgin boy. I knew that I couldn’t use any of my sex furniture - sling, fuck bench, cross, or spreader bars so that left the bed. I heard him gasp as he saw some of the toys in the room so I said “Never mind that stuff” as I led him to the bed. The restraints hung off the corners of the bed and I had no intent on using them this time. I took my shorts and shoes off and both of us were naked. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close, kissing his soft lips again. Our cocks were both getting harder and pressing against each other. We kissed for a few minutes until I guided him to the edge of the bed and we fell on to it together. My kisses got more aggressive and Danny responded. My hands were roaming all over his body and his were too. He seemed to be avoiding the two places I really wanted his hands, though. As close as he got, he never touched my cock or ass. At first I thought I’d get us into a sixty-nine and suck each other but I really wanted to watch Danny suck his first cock. I rolled us over so I was on my back and kept kissing him a little longer. I put some pressure on his shoulders and he started kissing down my chest. I gave his head a little pressure to the side and his tongue found my nipple. It flicked over it a half dozen times which made my cock hard and throbbing. He tried to bite it, but his teeth tugged on the piercing and I screamed out in pain. He stopped immediately and looked up at me saying “Sorry.” I smiled back at him and replied “If you want to tug on a piercing with your teeth, go lower” Danny took my stiff cock in his hand and looked over it closely. He stuck his tongue out and licked tentatively on the steel ring which was coated in precum. “Go ahead, take it in your mouth. Lick it, suck it, enjoy it. Just watch your teeth” I said. — Danny: Stu led me down to his basement. I had been down here once before about five or six years ago to help Stu’s grandmother move some furniture down here. It didn’t look anything like that now. The dirty concrete floor was now tiled and there were some walls up defining a storage area from another room. We went into the other room and there were all sorts of weird things around - a thing that looked like a tiered gymnast horse, a chair hanging from the ceiling by chains, a big X made of wood against the wall, some shelves with boxes and all sorts of leather straps hanging from hooks on the wall. The room wasn't brightly lit, but there was enough light over each piece of “furniture.” One of the new walls had a drawing of a scorpion on it that was at least three feet wide. We went over to the bed and Stu took his shorts off. He looked the same as the day we were in the hot tub, but now he seemed to look even hotter. He embraced me and we kissed again. His kisses were more intense than any that I had ever had. If I had kissed the girls I dated like this, the date would have been over in five seconds. It was more animalistic, lustful even, but it turned me on. We ended up falling on to the bed and Stu’s hands were feeling my body all over. I did the same and was amazed at how good it felt to have a man in my arms. If I had any doubts before, it was at this moment I realized I was really gay, not bisexual. We rolled over and suddenly I was on top of Stu. I wasn’t sure what to do next and was figuring it out when Stu started pushing me down his body. His chest hair rippled over my face as I kissed and licked lower. The sweat on his body tasted great and I thought about licking him all over - chest, legs, toes, cock, ass, back and then back to his lips. Stu pushed my face over to his left nipple and I played with the nipple and piercing with my tongue. I tried to bite it like he had done to mine but Stu yelled out in pain. I figured that was as far as we’d go that day but then Stu told me I should go lower. I was only a few inches away from another guy’s cock for the first time in my life. I held the hard shaft in my hand, marveling at it and noticed how different it was from my own. The piercing was just one big difference. I saw precum dripping from the end of his cock and it had coated the ring. I stuck out my tongue to try and lick it and got my first taste of Stu’s precum. It tasted different than mine but I liked it. Stu gave me encouragement and I began to start sucking my first cock. When I had sex with girls, the only feedback I got were moans or “Ow!” or “Stop” or “I don’t like that.” Stu was completely different. He coached me on what to do, what felt better for him and what to try next to see if I liked it. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I tried to get all of it in, but I kept gagging on the ring. Stu didn’t seem upset and told me I would be able to do it with more practice. I laughed to myself and thought that it was one exercise that I wouldn’t mind practicing several times a day!

Are you put off by Tops or Bottoms that smoke? Is it a deal breaker to refuse or does it not bother you? I like smokers, it kind of feels horny in a way. Also, do you smoke?

Over the weekend i was at the mall and was lucky enough to have some fun. Cruising the urinals a guy caught my eye and had me follow him to a quiet corner in a department store. Once there he told me to get on my knees to which he grabbed my head and shoved it into his crotch while lowering the waistband of his joggers. After rubbing his cock on my face he asked me to follow him to his truck. Followed him over, hopped in the back seat and started sucking his cock. About half way through he said he had a friend that was around and looking as well and if he could text him. I said "mhm" through a mouthful of cock. After he finished he got out and his friend got in and i proceeded to suck his cock as well. After both were finished i was kicked out and left in the parking lot. I loved being used and abused like a little cocksleeve.

I was in my late 20s and had been a total condom nazi for years. I met a guy through a personal ad who supposedly only wanted head. He was a short, thin Hispanic man in his 40s. He was unremarkable looking, but he had a big, uncut piece - at least 8.5" long and almost 7" around. We started with him on the couch and me between his knees sucking. Soon he had maneuvered me into 69 on the couch. Eventually, we ended up with our positions reversed - I was on the couch with my legs in the air, and he had his tongue all the way inside me. No one has ever given me a better rim job than him. After eating me out for 15 minute or more, he pulled me towards him and slid his cock inside me with no lube other than his spit. Despite that, I never felt anything except intense fullness and pleasure; he had opened me up so well I could take that huge dick without any discomfort. I hate telling this part, but after a few moments, I freaked when I realized he was in me bare. He was nice enough about it and put on a condom. He gave me a good hard fuck, and we agreed we wanted to meet again. A couple of weeks later he fucked me at my house again with a rubber. About a week later (it was actually Easter Sunday in 1992), he called and wanted to hookup. My roommate had people over, so I couldn't host. He invited me to his house. I was happy to make the drive. We started out pretty much like the first time with a long 69 session - me on his cock and him up in my ass with his tongue. This time, he had poppers for me; I know some of you remember, but they were hard to come by in the early 90s. I hadn't had any in a year or more. They hit me hard, and I was totally lost in the pleasure of the rim job. He got up to go fetch a condom from the bedroom. While he was gone, I took a big hit of poppers. As I rode the rush, I thought about how good he felt in me bare the first time. When he got back, I asked him if we could just fuck without the condom. He threw it across the room like it was hot. He slid into me just with both our spit for lube, and soon I was taking my first known load in 5 years. We were fuckbuddies for years after that. Even after I finished grad school and moved away, I would always come see him when I was back in town to get an excellent rim job and one of his loads. We always fucked bare with only our spit for lube, and he always had poppers for me to make sure I was willing.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_mC3EWywEFFuS By far one of the hottest tag teaming I've ever seen, nice video resolution!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_luX9MGvlVC0m made him beg for it!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_l5lW5Rw4ZqQ3 Nice close up of seeded holes!

I was in Dallas this week and had several sucks n fucks! and general slutty fun. 1st guy was from BBRT and handsome and I wanted to fuck his ass but he seemed high so I left blue balled. Shame! 2nd guy popped in from Sniffies. He sent a cute, innocent looking face pic: clean cut & smooth mouth watering red lips, young 30something tall n slim. Then he sends a dick pic with massive low hangers. And asks he can cum over. I had gotten all ready and he msgs: "Can you be bare assed up on the couch like your pic?" "I can be ass up on edge of hotel bed, yeah" I said. "Great. That will make me hard" I actually wanted to suck on this guy's cock and low hangers but OK. I prop hotel door open, he says here's parked, and finally I hear the door slam as he entered. True to his word he says nothing and walks up to my ass, drops his pants, and I peek to see his smooth muscular legs. I reach back to jerk his cock, he's half hard, and has plenty of foreskin! Damn I want to suck him! Then I hear him open a condom. Dammit. But I'm horny from how quickly he arrived hard so bend over more. He rams his cock in my hole! no fingering, no lubing up, no rimming -- and I moan -- I'm not professional btm and he's hitting it fast. He starts pounding and slapping my cheeks. I reach under to feel up his hangers and he's got them in a cockring. He makes me grab his thighs and pull his cock in deeper. Next then I know, he's spanking my ass a lot, pounding harder, and then -- he grabs my hair and pulls my head back! Damn! He's very aggressive pulling! And I feel his cock swelling up inside my hole! well damn, this guy said nothing about being aggressive! It's making his cock swell up BIG now. Next thing I know he furiously pounding my ass and I hear him moan. His cock is filling up that condom. He pulls his covered cock out, pulls on his pants, and leaves. I find the used condom in the trash, full of cum, and finger his cum into my hole. His Sniffy chat pops up and says: "Nice ass. You around tomorrow morning again?" 🐷😁 3rd guy I was hoping to actually fuck. His Sniffies profile was a nice round Lainto jocked ass. My cock jumped. But no, he's not prepped to get fucked, and coming from work 😐he messages: "you up for getting fucked?". "OK" I say not to enthusiastic. This guy had not shared any pics besides his butt. He says, "OK I'm not big but will load up your ass". Hot! I tell him, " I thought your profile looked slutty". Hehe. So cums over to my hotel, short cute Rican, 40something, I underess him out of very nice suit, and he does have a small soft dick, so I go down on my knees to suck him. This starts to get him hard so I move him to the couch, get in-between his legs, and get his eyes closing up and rolling back into his head. He moans a lot from getting sucked. His dick ain't big but is rock hard so I swing around and sit on his bare dick reverse riding. I start to bounce up and down on his dick -- next thing I know he's grunting loudly! Fuck yea! I encourage him to fill up my ass with his cum. "Damn man" he says with a big grin, " I did not expect to cum so fast.". I ask when he last came and he says several days ago. Overdue! He starts to get his suit back on, and I smack his cute ass. "You sure I can't fuck your ass?" I ask. No he says again he came straight from work. Oh well. He leaves and I walk outside to meet a coworker for dinner ... with 2 loads up my ass. 😈🐷 3rd guy hits me up after dinner. 40something, "bi", no face pic, slim shirted, and then he sends a smallish dick pic. "Suck n swallow?" he chats me. I'm still looking for ass to fuck but wth I'll shoot. He cums over after work, Polish looking guy, totally smooth, and immediately goes to couch and drops his pants. I get in-between his legs, and he demands I suck his dick hard around the head. He never touches me and so I don't touch anything but his cock. He quitely moans "Yea that's it, suck it harder!!" And moments later I feel his warm cum fill my mouth. His cum tastes sweet. After he jumps right up, zips up, and leaves. At least I got a sweet treat before bed. It's next morning now, my cock really needs to bust, a weeks worth of cum in me now! 4th guy -- has finally some ass to fuck! But I don't fuck him ... yeah yea. I'll explain. So he's an anon profile on Sniffies. Meh. But he's very insistent that he can cum over and meet in parking lot. OK. He chats me that wants to be rimmed n fingered. Oh! Good.😁 He heads over ... I ask for his face pic but he says he won't send it on Sniffies. Well turns out he's a very cute yng Jap ... maybe 25yo. We chat on the way to my room. He's very nervous. Mmm. But walking into the room I see his boner. So I grab his crotch and ask him "what that's all about". He says he's very horny and been watching porn. I pull my pants down and he grabs my cock. "Do you suck?" I ask him "No". well dammit! "OK do you like to get sucked?" and he says yes. So I go down on his cock. He has stereotypical "Asian cock" size that makes it easy to deep throat him. More importantly I feel up his plump tight Asian ass! I get him on the bed naked, still sucking his cock until my tongue slips down to his ass. This cutie then opens up his legs eagles for me to see his smooth ass and little hairy hole. I dive right into his ass! He's watching me rim him and occasionally moans. I try a finger in his hairy hole and he moans. His hole is tite! So I get him to roll over on his stomach so he can relax. Well damn, his 2 smooth mound of ass are beautiful to see in my face. I sink into his crack with my tongue and spread his cheeks to tongue deep. He then assists spreading his checks, so I grab lube and try a finger. He looks back at me a lot to see what I'm doing... ... back over on his back, I've managed 2 fingers in his tite hole. He closes his eyes a lot and then watches me. I decide this is how I'll make him bust. So with 1 finger in his hole, my thumb below his balls, and my mouth sucking his cock, I really get him going. After lots of sucking and fingering he blurts out: "I'm going to cum!" Mhmm, I say never letting off his dick. I feel his cum shoot out into my mouth. His cum tastes sweet too. His cock quickly deflates. "Wow that felt so good. I never knew it could feel that good" High praise! 😋 Then he says: "So now you want to ... you know ..." I'm like oh shit ... does he think I'm gonna be generous?! "You gonna fuck me" Oh! "You been fucked before?" I ask. "No I've never done any of this. I was just watching pork about it" Hmm, he did seem carless, leaving his wallet around to nab, and just shaky nervous. "Well, you'd have to clean up for me to fuck you". My fingers had already told me his ass was not cleaned out. "Oh" he says, "yes that makes sense". He was so innocent. So I didn't fuck him. Plus I don't like Begla. Chocolate. But I still felt dirty spoiling this yng cuties ass. 5th guy -- finally I FUCK some hot ass! Typical walk in blindfolded ass up doggy. He was also on Sniffies and shared his face pic. Handsome sexy stud with an incredible ass. So I Lyft to his house -- well it was more like a mansion, hah! Walk up and see thick muscular guy with big hairy quads n calves waiting on a big bed. Fuck! My cock jumped. Just right amount of manly hair on his 2 massive buttcheeks too. He also had a thick cock that was jockstrapped in. I looked so slim compared to him in the mirror by his bed, 🤓! I nose dive into his ass. My dick got fucking hard from eating out his hole and hearing him beg for my cock. I spent a long time with my tongue up his hole because it's not everyday I get to fuck a hunk like him. I asked him to suck my cock. He swung around and DAMN! He sucked cock like a pro! No teeth, took his time, really worshipped my cock. I kept peeking over at his 2 massive buttcheeks as he sucked my cock. "You want to ride it?" I asked him. "No" he said in a masculine voice. "Give it to me from behind" Damn! Such a hot manly slut! He swung around and put his head into the bed. Needless to say I started furiously fucking this hunk. He was moaning deeply ... almost in pain. He asks to stop so he could take a hit of poopers. Guess he thought I was going to be a quick pump n go. Hah! No, I'm savoring this shit. As he takes several hits as I tasted my own precum in his hole! "You already been fucked?" I asked with my face half buried in his massive ass. "No." "I taste cum. It must be my precum" I explained. "Fuckin hot" he said. "I tell you how long it's been since I came?" I ask him. "No." "A week." I say. "So I've got a very big load to dump in your ass." "Do it." he tells me. That reply sent me down my final rough fucking. I selfishly pounded his ass hard and fast. He recoiled despite the poppers, so I grabbed his muscular arms and pulled him back towards my cock. His back arched and I saw his delts pop out as his cheeks bounced rapidly off my waste. "Yes this is what you wanted. Cock up your ass" I told him to expose what a big slut h was. "Give it to me" he mumbled with his face buried in the bed. "Here it cums man. I'm gonna fuckin breed your ass!" I blurted out. I let out a deep moan and felt my cock finally bursting up inside his hole. My panting was out of control. I'd been fucking his ass so hard it was a workout!! Finally, I slide down on his smooth arched back, and he repositioned from doggie to laying flat. I layed on top of him telling him how fucking great that felt. "You can take off the blindfold" I told him. "I've nothing to hide". Out pooped cute eyes from a mature handsome face. He rolls over and we chatted for probably an 1/2 hour after that. I won't go into details about him but let's just say I often get along with guys who've also previously fucked chicks and bred babies in their past lives. 😳 lol. Anyways, my balls were FINALLY empty. We'd fucked for 1hr! 😁🐷 I had get going so I could leave Dallas. Great time!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kOoJnRw5q9Qv wouldn't you love to be the btm in this sex shop!

Nothing against your preference for ass up anon, but your face is just as HOT as your ass!

I just have to say… you are so talented! I get so wrapped up in your words it allows my imagination to consume me and nothing else but the story plays out in my mind just like a movie. Its so real it’s almost as if i have ACTUALLY seen the movie… if that makes any sense. It also helps that i was in the Army 15 years so it really does manifest easily having knowledge of the topics you touch on and the fond memories of my time as an MP in the Army (mostly all under “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell” so this absolutely touches home for me!)

It’s one of my fetishes so you’ll know my answer, I tend to let hook ups know in advance that I’m a smoker and an unapologetic one at that, so if they don’t like it they have a choice. I tend to seek out smokers anyway, nothing better than breaking the ice with a smoke and even better if we can carry that on into the bedroom 😈

I always clean the guy's dick after the fuck - won't let a drop of spunk or the ass juices go to waste

It always struck me that Superman must have an extremely frustrated sex life because there is no way he could ever let himself go. If his thrusts didn’t shatter your pelvis, his cumshot would probably go through a body like a rifle round. And if you tried to look into his eyes while he orgasmed - Ooh! Sorry about the heat vision… And Bruce Banner? Don’t make me horny. You wouldn’t like me when I’m horny.

I have a main bottom I breed and also another guy who just likes to suck my dick and swallow my load. Everyone else is hook ups. Some encounters just vibe on a different level after hooking up. Others are just pump n dumps. I wouldn’t say anything is wrong with you. Men tend to separate sex from relationships.

The analysis that follows delves somewhat into my own speculative psychoanalysis, so take it for what it’s worth: Certainly there’s a strong tendency toward introversion. In a broad sense, a desire to avoid ‘entanglements’ could relate to a general discomfort in dealing with superficial social interactions of any kind (I loathe small talk); and to an overall difficulty in managing interaction with others on a deeper emotional level. Trying to interface with a Neurotypical’s emotion-laden psyche is like treading a minefield with a blindfold on. On the whole, I find humans rather unpleasant to deal with in person in any extended capacity; if one doesn’t behave in the way that most closely aligns with their expectations, they almost invariably become hostile to a greater or lesser degree. But as far as friendships go, I can’t say that a concern about ‘entanglement’ has ever entered the picture. I have very few friends, but those I have I value deeply and fiercely. I am extremely selective about whom I chose for friends; the most important criterion being that the person has a clever, inquisitive mind and is never boring. I do not, as I think on it, ever think of any of my friends in a sexual way. Sex would be a banality that would dull our mental interaction with each other; it is unnecessary. It might help to explain that I long ago bifurcated my own psyche into two divided parts that had grown so incompatible at puberty that I had no choice but wall them off - one was my intellectual, rational self, the other my sexual, sensual (animal/biological) self. The two have been at vicious war for decades, so much so that I eventually had to interpose a third self - a neutral arbitrator - to keep them from destroying each other and taking my mind with them. The conditioning my former Master did on me had the effect of, to a degree, legitimizing the sexual self by giving me a rational context for its acceptance; I serve men sexually because that is my intended role. Were that not so, I would not exhibit an aptitude for it. Following this line of thought, I can reconcile my sexual nature with my rational nature at least enough to allow a measure of mental equilibrium. If, however, further non-rational elements become involved, for instance, the emotional fluctuations brought on by ‘entanglements’ with someone else’s (usually irrational) emotional states, the tenuous balance maintained between the warring factions in my own psyche may be upset, leading to confusion and distress. —— So, tl;dr, yes, I’m an introvert, mainly because people are hard to deal with, and I only make friends with brainy people who aren’t interested in fucking anyway. And that’s just as well, because the only way I can fuck without driving myself insane is to make sure I never fuck anybody personally who I would then have to deal with emotionally.

Cigars are hot. Cigarettes not so much.

Perfect combination - top wanted you to convert as much as you did. Congratulations on a successful chase!

I hooked up with the POZ guy. He knew I was a bugchaser and I knew he was into converting me POZ. We did it. 4 yrs ago.

Some of the above responses are just plain laughable ... profiles wanting to cuddle, and nothing else? But it raises a question in my mind: are there so many raw guys living in so many out-of-the-way places, that they simply cannot get real, regular, raw sex, and thus feel they must depend on the cruise sites? It sounds like these cruise sites are getting even worse than a few years ago when I finally gave up on them. I admire rawTOP for a number of things: 1. putting this existing BZ site together - extensive as it is. 2. Considering adding a "hook-up" function to BZ, so as to cut out as much of the phony bullshit on the other sites. That would be a tremendous undertaking, but often altruism is a very real part of men who realize how real the need is for genuine connection between us.

If I wanted to cuddle, I would call my grandmother. It amazes me that guys saying they are looking for their "soul mate" on A4A or Barebackrt.com. Do they even know where they are posting?

Was once approached by Jessy Karson, according to the profile photo. He only wanted oral and cuddles. I was sceptical

No one talking about chub ass anymore? Am I late to this party? I not only have a chub ass which loves cock, but I breed chub asses as well.

Bookstore tonight. Wasn't much in the mood for chat or being choosey, and fortunately I found an eager bottom right away. Maybe a 30 something lean guy, short hair and small trimmed moustache. I showed him my cock and he moved to start sucking it right away. No one was in the back where we were, so I pulled him off my cock and told him I wanted to check out his ass. He was hesitant so I said I wanted to just to rub my cock in his crack and jerk off a bit. He fell for it, and lowered his jeans, and I began sliding my cock around his hairy crack, dripping my poz precum heavily into that warm crevice. About about five minutes I was focusing my cock head on his puckered opening, getting it nice and juiced up. Slowing pushing in and out a little at a time. The horny fucker just kept leaning over a little at a time, letting me know he was enjoying the ass massage my cock was giving him. Finally I just rested my cockhead firmly at the entrance, placed my hands on his hips, and slid inside gently but fully in one move. He moaned a little, but bent over more and didn't try to pull off. I began fucking him slowly and my cock was ready to nut before 5 minutes had passed. I picked up my pace and shot my aids babies as deep into his ass as possible. I kept some gentle fucking going on for another minute or so, then slid my cock out and stood him upright. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, and began jerking him off until he spurted. He quickly left once his pants were up, but I hung around and later sucked off a big ole Bubba with a fat 5" cock, and then I took a load in the ass from a boring looking business type of guy who just happened to have a beautiful 8" firm cock. Once he nutted in me, I figured I could finally leave and get some dinner.

Chubby blonde kid who pulled up while I was sitting out smoking a joint on the trail. He motioned for me to come over to his car and asked if I had more. I said I didn't but we could share and got in his car. He had these pretty blue eyes and as we passed it back and forth and he was smiling at me and I asked him what was up. He asked if I did this often and I asked if he meant get in a car with a guy and he said yeah. I said I did and he put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing it getting slowly closer to my cock. I did the same to him and asked him if he did it often and he smiled and said nothing. As we finished the joint he undid my shorts, pulled off his t-shirt, and went down on my cock. I was enjoying it and told him I wanted to suck him too and he undid the front of his shorts and pulled them down and I went to town on his cock. He had a nice thick uncut one and I was enjoying how he tasted. I told him I knew a place we could go if he wanted to do more and he asked if I could host. I said I couldn't and he said he couldn't either. I said I was cool to do it in his car but we needed to park somewhere more private. He asked where I had in mind and I told him it was an empty house with a fenced in backyard, very private. He said he was cool for that and we pulled up our shorts and headed there. Once we were inside the backyard we stripped down and started smoking another joint and jerking each other. We started making out once we finished the joint and I told him I was down to fuck if he wanted too. He said he was and wanted me to do him first and reached into his shorts and pulled out a condom. I smiled as clearly the kid was prepared to fuck and looking for it. I said I was cool to start without and put one on as we got closer and told him I was fine with him fucking me without one. His face lit up at that and he said for me to fuck him first and get him good and horny. I spat on his and my cock and slowly worked my cock inside him as he smoked another joint, sometimes passing it back to me. He was moaning in delight and a couple times I came close to cumming but pulled back. I was jacking his cock as well and could feel the steady stream of precum pouring out of him and told him it was time for him to fuck me. I wiped his precum on my ass and got in position up against the house for him to enter me. I loved that he was down for barebacking me and hoped he'd change his mind when I was back in him again. His cock was straining my ass and I was telling him how good he felt and how bad I wanted him to cum inside me. He busted his load inside me with a satisfied groan, forcing me up against the house, giving me deep short thrusts and I could feel his seed flood my ass. He whispered in my ear that it was his turn now and I was determined to do him the same way. I reached down in my shorts to get him another joint and saw the condom package laying on the ground. There was no way I was going to pick it up and put one on now. He lit up the joint and I slid back in him and started fucking away. He didn't even ask about the condom and was just blissfully smoking away and I started fucking the shit out of his ass. I was just going to pretend I didn't see the condom, didn't remember it, and apologize for cumming in his ass. I let him cum in me no questions and it only seemed fair he take me the same way. He was moaning with delight anyhow, the little pig. He'd probably done this with other guys, maybe they wrapped for him, maybe not. He was no different than me and with that thought I blasted my load deep inside him. He let out a satisfied moan and I wasn't sure if it was because he knew I'd cum inside him or just enjoyed it. I slid out of him and he turned around to kiss me and felt my cock and realized I had no condom on. "Did you forget?" I admitted I had and that I was too turned on and forgot. He said it was OK and that he was pretty high too and left it at that as we made out some more. He wound up fucking me again pumping another load in me and let me fuck him again, this time knowingly taking my load.

That’s how it was for me. Always condoms when I was younger, only bare with a long term partner. Then after one relationship ended eight years ago, I realized I didn’t want to always use condoms. So started going bare from time to time with neg guys (never truly knew if they were honest), then I got comfortable playing bare with undetectable guys. Eventually a five years ago I stopped asking and started taking all loads raw.

Columbus had a pretty thriving gay scene and was pretty affordable. Cleveland is super cheap to live but I found the hook up experiences to be so so. Some fun nights downtown and some good experiences at Flex but outside of that it was iffy. Portland had a GREAT scene and some real pigs I hooked up over the years I was there. Expensive as shit to live their though. In Chicago now and I’ve had a few fun experiences but has been pretty dogged down by work so I haven’t had a chance to really explore the fun parts of the city. For a major metropolitan area though I find it pretty affordable if you don’t live in city proper. There’s plenty of nice burbs around the city and travel time isn’t too bad .

At least through Craigslist I got a few hits every now and again. The newcomer to take its place - Doublelist - is a total joke! Every serious M4M poster from Craigslist clearly left or went elsewhere. Meanwhile all the pic hunters and screen jerkers moved to Doublelist. Not a single piece of action from there in 2 years. Pathetic! I am so grateful for a chance encounter at a local truck stop and the subsequent list of reliable married bisexual truckers who are seeding me nightly. Up to 7 regular men now know they can text me and get me - usually in a few hours or we have to set something up for a different day when they're headed through. I keep hearing Grindr is the best way to go, but right now I'm satisfied with my truckers!

The darkest timeline in a bottom’s quest to get laid 😔 Hot! I’m planning to get fucked when my bf gets home from work. But until then my ass is so horny that it feels like it’s quivering.

I woke up the next day. Daddy had left for work already. He left me a note on the table. I want you to visit my Daddy today. Offer yourself to him as if was me. Dress up for him. Cock cage. Take the butt plug with you but not in your pussy. On the back was his address which was about 20 min away. I got dressed in a light blue lace thong, short jeans cut offs that showed my ass cheek and a tight tank top. I also put on sheer black knee high stockings and wore my high heel boots. I looked in the mirror and put on a little eye shade. I drove out parked and walked up to his apartment and knocked on the door. Opening the door was a tall mixed handsome latino black man. He was at least 6'1 with broad shoulders and was early 60's. "Hi i am Ricky you must be Brian's boy. Come in", he said I went in and i sat on the couch. He got us some wine and walked over to sit next to me. He was wearing thin shorts and i could see the outline of his cock which was huge. He also had on a terry robe top that went to his waist and was wrapped around his thin body. As I looked at his face it was gaunt. He looked a bit sick. He had a bit of a thin beard and moustache. He sat right next next to me and turned towards me. "So tell me about yourself", he said while tuning his body facing me, his legs touching mine and his hand resting on my leg. I was nervous but yet calmed. He had a very calming and warm demeanor to him. "My name is Jeff and I am Brian's boy. We met about two months ago and he has changed my life", i said "How did he change your life and in what way", he asked I turned to Ricky and made sure our legs were touching and started telling him the story of how wet met and got involved. And I also went back further and talked to him about my journey being bicurious and hook ups with other men via massages and road to being gay and more importantly a total bottom whore. I felt totally comfortable with him telling him my whole story. I didnt realize that our fingers were intertwined and my leg was now on his and his other hand was now on my thigh. While is face was gaunt his eyes were stunning deep brown and he had long eye lashes. I could stare at his for days. He leaned in and kissed me. It was the most soft and tender kiss i have had even more than Daddy. I opened my mouth and let him in, wanting his tongue to ravish my mouth. It was so sensual. His hand on my thigh was now stroking it sensually as he touched my cock. He felt the cage then went back to my thigh and felt up my balls through the bottom of my shorts. I let out a soft moan. His other hands were working over my nipples. He broke out kiss and leaned over and started to kiss on and suck on my nipples. He didnt bit but rather sucked, licked and swirled them around with his tongue. I held his head there with my two hands softly rubbing kissing his head. "Take me please", moaned He stood up and took off his robe. I saw a muscular and gaunt frame. Then he took off his shorts and saw the most magnificent cock. It was huge, probably 10" and thick. Not as thick as Daddy but very thick. It was veiny and has some red splotches on it. His chest also had some dark red splotches. "Are you sure. I have full blown AIDS." he said as he stroked his now huge hard cock. I just stared at it, my mouth watering my cock hard. I was torn. He was so hot and sexy but he had full blown AIDS and who knows what else but it didnt matter and I didnt have to remember what Daddy told me, my desire, my cunt was running my mind. I was so wet, I wanted him in me. "Yes I want you to take me and make me yours. I want you to impregnate me with your seed. Please" i said taking off my clothes then getting on my knees to suck his huge cock. "Ohhh yeah suck it good", he said moaning I sucked him for a good ten minutes teasing his head then taking most of him in my throat only gagging once. "Your a good cock sucker. I see Brian has trained you well", he said lifting me up and putting me on the couch, spreading my legs lifting my ass and eating my pussy. I started to moan loudly as i opened my legs more. He ate and ran his fingers in me massaging my prostate, teasing my hole also he scraped my pussy walls with his fingernails. I winced in pain but didnt care cause it felt so good to get eaten out. He then reached over the stand next to the couch grabbed a key and unlocked my cage and took out my cock and removed the plug. Then he lubed his cock and put my legs on his shoulders. "You sure about this. Once i am in you and i am going to cum in you", he said "Yes please i dont want you in me", i said as he looked at me confused "I need you in me. I need your AIDS sperm in me marking me and making me pregnant. I want to have your baby like i had my Daddys", i said opening my legs on my own offering myself to him "Please take me please", i begged He then stuck his fat head at my hole and pushed in slowly, He took his time entering me. A while later he pushed through my 2nd ring and he was deep in my cunt be he kept going. I had never felt anything so deep in me. I felt so full and complete. He pulled out his cock, i gave him a sad look, he smiled and grabbed lube and put more on his cock and stuck his baseball bat of a cock back in me. He quickly got passed my 2nd ring then pushed deeper into me. I threw my head back and moan and opened my legs as much as a could. "Ohhh shit please take me please", i moaned and begged He kept going until i felt him hit a 3rd ring. The pressure was incredible and there was some pain with him being that deep. I breathed and relaxed to take him. He pushed a little more and he passed the 3rd ring. It felt like he was in my stomach he was so deep. He leaned down and gave me a deep kiss and out tongues danced together. The he started to fuck me good grinding his cock deep in my belly and gyrating his hips. I started to moan uncontrollably as he fucked me and i wrapped my legs around his waist to get all of him in me. "Damn your pussy is so tight" he said fucking me His cock felt so amazing in me, its like it could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me. I could feel the veins stroking my pussy. He left my lips and started kissing and sucking on my neck that sent me into overdrive. Then he started to do medium strokes and go after my prostate. My head fell back and my eyes went back in my head and my pussy started to spasm around his cock. "Ohhhh damn your cunt is hungry isnt. It wants my cock bad", he moaned "Yes my cunt needs your cock and your dirty seed in me" i moaned back to him We were both in heat. He pulled out and turned me over and began fucking me doggy style and pounding me deep. He would do long strokes, pulling all the way out and slam back into me. The first few times hurt and took the breath out of me as he went so hard and so deep in me. He dug his hands and nails into my hip. It was hard pain and immense pleasure all in one. He pounded me like this for a good 15 minutes in doggy as wells as pushing me flat on my stomach and sitting on my ass and rearranging my insides. Normally i can take cock like this but because his cock is so long it was difficult and i felt it deeper in what felt like my stomach. It was an incredible feeling As he thrust his cock deep in my body i pushed up with my pelvis to meet his cock and get all of him in me. He thick meat scraped my prostate on the way in and out. I was panting and moaning like a real whore. "Oooohhhhh yeah Daddy fuck me good and deep please", i moaned "Don't worry babe you are going to get all of Daddys cock and my seed in you. I am going to give you a second baby. My boy Brian gave you your first baby now i am going to make you pregnant again.", he said fucking me deep He got off me and turned me over and lay on me our lips meeting. I instinctively opened my legs and offered my self to him. He accepted and entered my as i wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn't believe i was fucking a guy with full blown AIDS and begging him to cum in me. We stayed like that for a while, him gyrating and fucking me while our lips were lock with the occasional sucking on my neck or my nipples. I love the ways he sucked and chewed on them. Every time he did my cunt squeezed his huge invading meat. After 45 minutes of fucking and what i felt was making love, he got off me sat upright on the couch and told me to climb on and take my load from him. He was running low on energy and wanted me to work for his hot charged load. I slowly climbed on him with my knees outside of his legs facing him and grabbing his thick hose and aiming at my cunt. I pushed down and slowly got it in then worked my way down while kissing and staring into his deep eyes and kissing his beautiful and gaunt face. I dont know why but his gaunt face was so beautiful and sexy to me. His gorgeous eaten body made my cock so hard and my pussy wet. As we kissed i went down and licked and inhaled his armpit, i swear i almost came from doing that. His scent was pure animal. "I cant believe how much i want you and your turn me on. You are so beautiful and sexy", i said in his ear. "I know. Whores like you want my AIDS body to fuck you and make you pregnant", he said back "Yes please", i begged "Please what", he said manipulating my nipples "Please cum in me, breed me, give me your AIDS babies", i said as i kept squeezing his cock with my cunt muscles "Your cunt is going to get what it wants", he said I felt his cock expand and suddenly send huge spurts deep in me. I felt the hot cum hit inside my 3rd ring and 2nd spraying me with his babies. I started to convulse on his cock and also started to ride him harder. He dug in his hands and nails in me as he was cumming. "Oh my God....uhhhhhhh", i moaned as i shot all over him with 7 huge spurts as i had not cum in a long time. We kissed out lips interlocked as we rode our orgasm together. After 5 minutes of me slowly gyrating and working his cock with my pussy to get all his seed out of him i collapsed on him. He held me in his arms. I climbed off his horse sized cock and went down on my knees and cleaned his wet cock. The taste of his cum and my pussy was delicious. I held some in my mouth and kissed him pushing it into his mouth. He willing took it and said "We taste good together" I went back down and kept licking him clean and working his cock to get every drop out of him. I couldnt help notice there was a tinge of red in the cum as he really ripped my ass in half. "Ohhh yeah suck it. You want every drop dont you" he said and i just nodded I climbed back on the couch with him and we lay together legs interlock and lips together. It felt right to be with him. I cant wait to get pregnant again.

No. One of my long time friends contracted HIV in 1990's because his partner cheated on him and was positive and didn't know it. Things did not end well. At all. If you've made the commitment to be sexually monogamous and you're going to cheat, at least take proper precautions for the sake or the person you've committed to. Even though my partner and I are sexually open, we are both on PrEP and get tested regularly so we keep each other and our partners safe. And if you can't do the monogamy thing then it might be time to have that conversation with your partner. The Judeo-Christian construct that equates sexual monogamy with Love is an artificial and largely unnatural construct, but so many have been brainwashed their whole lives into buying that line, they cannot separate the emotional commitment to someone from the physical drive all males have to indulge in sex.

Probably around 8 loads in a single night. But much prefer the load to go in my ass. Even though the taste is great, loads belong in my ass.

I have yet to meet someone who is sluttier than me. When I go to L.A.'s Slammer sex club, I'm usually one of the last guys to leave and more often than not I'll go directly to Flex or the Midtowne Spa (and if that place is still happening when my shift is over I'll renew for another 8-hour shift). Basically, my hungry hole has an insatiable appetite...