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I went for a night out with a few friends. We went to a pub for a few pints then a bar for a few more drinks. We got to the bar a little drunk, but were allowed in. We sat at a table and went up to order some stuff. When ordering my drink I started talking to this guy sitting by the bar. He was probably about 25, looked like a football (soccer) lad. Tall and slim. A mix of cute and hot. I was definitely into him. We spoke for a little while before he offered to buy me a drink. Of course I couldn't say no and graciously accepted. He softly smiled at me as I took a sip and asked if I was into guys. I told him I was and he asked if I wanted to give him a helping hand. I could see his erection through his trousers. I nodded and followed him out the bar then down an alleyway where he pulled his trousers down once out of site. I crouched down and slid his cock out of his underwear, a 7inch uncut penis sprung out. It was a thing of beauty, I couldn't resist and started stucking it. I licked the length of his shaft and tried my best to get it down my throat. He started to moan and play with my hair which turned me on more than I could imagine. He held onto my cheeks up lifted my head up so we met eyes. He smirked and called me a slut which only got me even more horny. He asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I just nodded and asked about lube and condoms. He pulled a small bottle of lube out his coat pocket but said he didn't have condoms. I smiled and told him it was fine to go raw. I got up and leant against the wall before revealing my naked ass and presenting it to him. He put lube on his fingers and slid them into me, making my insides ready for his cock. He rubbed his cock head against my hole before slowly pushing in. I let out a grunt before my hole let him in. He let out a moan as he slid in as far as possible then grabbed my hips. "Fuck me pls" I softly moaned out to him. He then started thrusting in and out, using my hole. Idk how long it lasted, all I knew is that I was having a great time. My cock was leaking cum and my moans were only turning him on more. He then slowed down and asked if I wanted his cum in my hole. I said yes and he started thrusting hard before burying deep and letting out some grunts. I could just about feel his cock pulse as he shot his load deep in me. He slowly pulled out and gave my ass a soft slap. He thanked me for helping his night come to a perfect end, zipped up and walked off. I reached behind and felt my loose wet hole. I pulled my trousers back up and went back to the bar. I sat there with my friends with a strangers cum slowly leaking out my hole. When I got home a little later I jerked off thinking about the whole experience! Wow, first time I've done something like this with someone who I've met at a bar. But I loved it!

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.

No posts recently as I've been enjoying Berlin Leather Fetish weekend. On the train from Alexanderplatz to Nollendorfplatz (where most of the events are), two guys are sat a few seats away. They have voices that kinda carry and speaking English they stand out to me. I gather from the conversation they are both living/working in the city for a period and hooked up last night. #1: Hey we should go to "Der Boiler" (Sauna) tomorrow - it'll be fun. #2: Maybe not - its leather weekend over Easter. #1: So, it'll be busy? #2: Those fetish guys will be around and they will totally ruin it. They only dress up in the fetish gear because it's like putting on a costume to try and polish a turd. #1: Yeah, I know. Hate that. My thoughts: Gay men have been discriminated against for so long but why do we find it so easy to turn on each other like that? Most guys dress in fetish gear because it turns them on - I think there likely are a few who benefit from what it can hide, but it's not the reason people are into it. If you try shopping for fetish gear it is very hard to get anything in larger sizes or cut for the 'fuller figure', especially in London and Berlin. Made to measure is the only option. and lastly, Fuck 'em: I'm about to get my gear on and head out to Woof for the afternoon. Not only polishing this turd, but rolling it in glitter and enjoying every minute.

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.

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.

An arse like yours should be fucked....often!

I met this guy on line. He was 53 He was coming to D C and asked me to join him. we spent the day looking at the sites and had a nice dinner. He asked me if I wanted to go to his hotel. we went and things got hit and heavy. He was a top but he said he only fucked with condoms He played some and then he rubbed his bare dick on my ass. He was reaching for a condom when he suddenly went in me bareback. He said it felt so good would I mind he continued bare. He pounded me for 10 min and then I heard him moan and felt him cum. he fucked me two more times. he the asked me to stay the night. In the morning I felt his bare dick going in me. He said good morning and fucked me again I got his morning load. said next time he is in DC we will fuck again

Chapter 14 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. He stopped on the 3rd last step to look around and see what all was going on. There were mostly red lights and it took a moment for his eves to adjust. There were several guy engaged in different forms of sex. Guys sucking each other. There was a guy bending over a padded bench while another guy was fucking him. This really excited the Pig. The Kid that was sucking on his cock was being tied into a sling. He thought that maybe he could get in the Kid’s ass or make him to finish sucking him. He though to himself that he would love to tear up that little shitter on the Kid’s ass. Make him scream when he broke him. With all these thoughts and what he was seeing the Pig was really getting horny, more than ever before. It was about that time that someone walked down behind him and brushed up against the Pig’s ass. It felt like electric going through him. Who ever it was must have figured that because he stopped and stared playing with the Pig’s 6” cock and fingering his ass. The Guy stopped for a minute and then put his finger back in the Pig’s ass. This time the Lube was a lot warmer. It stared burning him. He tried to pull away and the guy pulled the Pig closer and whispered to relax. It will feel much better very soon. With that the guy pushed his finger as deep as he could get it up the Pig’s ass. After a few minutes the room started getting hotter and his head was spinning around. He remembered being helped down the steps with the Finger planted deep in his overheated ass. A lot of what happened that night was a blur. He could only remember bits and pieces of the action. He remembered being bent over that raised bench and played with. He was Fucked and things being pushed up his ass, he remembered that they hurt and felt like they were cutting him. He remembered the burning sensation in his ass. He also remembered the wonderful feeling after the stuff went in. He remembered glimpses of being in the sling. He thought he remembered a pinch on his arm and then everything seems to come together in a way he could not remember what was fantasy and what was real. He remembered different guys facing him and one guy with a large cock trying to stuff it up his ass. He thought that someone might have gotten a fist in his ass but wasn’t sure. He remembered the Kid getting behind him and fucking the hell out of him. It hurt and the Kid who what seemed like just a little while ago was going to get his nut was calling him names. He did remember the Kid commented on his cock size. It was shriveled up to almost nothing. He felt his ass hole rip when the Kid came. The pain and then the flooding of that Kids sperm filling his ass. He remembered when he walked up the steps the Kid suggested he look for Frank to help him if he was still horny. After the Pig got upstairs he checked his hole. It was tender and open. If was somewhat closed but he could push 4 fingers in his ass with no trouble. It was apparent that he may have lost his fist fuck cherry. This was something he had fantasized about but it always hurt to much. His 4 fingers not only got in but felt good. He was standing in the shower checking his ass and a guy came in and started cleaning up in the next shower. The guy saw him checking the damage and walked over, pulled the Pig’s hand away and proceed to run his course finger in the Pig’s sensitive ass. Without thinking he arched his ass and tried to open for more. The guy told him he could help him. The Pig hadn’t noticed until then but the guy was extremely thin with a bigger belly. He also had a nice size cock. The guy began to dry the Pig and suggested he go to his room for more great feelings. The Pig remembering that the guy said his name was Frank. It was probably the same guy that the Kid suggested. He remembered the guy bending him over and putting lube in his ass. He did remember it burning like no other. He also remembered the guy fucking him easy at first but it seemed to quickly change into an ass raping fuck. Frank was trying to damage the Pig’s sensitive ass. When it was over Frank left the door open and the Pig laying on his stomach with his ass pointing at the door for anyone to see his ripped bloody asshole. It was as if he way floating on a cloud, he remembered getting played with but not much else. The pig woke up hours later. Got dressed and left

That’s fucking awful. It’s unfortunate that your experience was not unusual back then. Once word gets out fear of association turns things ugly as if the only option for the predators is a demonstration of violence or bullying to prove they never wanted to do it to begin with. The lies they have to tell themselves to hide their willing participation (mostly from themselves) breeds anger. And even now it adds insult to injury that the general belief is that if a soldier is assaulted it’s their own fault somehow. I have tried to avoid the darker aspects, or dance around them, of being gay in the military back then in the hopes that I wouldn’t stir up too many painful memories but I tend to blame leadership the most for what happened and continues to happen. They set the tone, they determine what is acknowledged, accepted, and allowed. A hands off NCO, a distant or mission focused Officer sends the message that the complex social aspects of commanding a unit isn’t a function of command, when it fucking well is and I know for a fact from my Dad that Officers are actually taught at length about managing the individuals under their command. And ignoring it only means you leave that sort of thing up to troops who have been taught that judging the subtleties of the UCMJ or unit behavior isn’t their concern which leaves street justice as the most common go-to. ‘The Army doesn’t care about your personal problems, Private, figure it out or we’ll figure it out for you. And you won’t like our way of figuring it out.’ I’ve known many types of Senior NCOs and Officers. Not all were competent in their command. In fact, the good ones were rare. Selection for promotion and placement is heavily weighted towards time, personal accomplishment and performance often ignoring how they got it done. No, the military shouldn’t be some feel good happy place, there’s too many idiots, fuck-ups, whiners and slackers for that. But there’s also the assholes, predators, and bullies who perform well but are never corrected or disciplined for how they do more to ruin a unit’s morale than any cocksucker could ever do.

same here on my back seeing their pleasure as much as they can see yours

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

As much as I like to swallow cum, and have my mouth used, I really like it when a guy shoots his load all over my beard and on my face. I especially like it when they use their still erect dick to smear the jizz all over my face oh, but no matter how it ends up there, smeared or splatters, I leave it there to dry. I know that it's silly, but I like to believe that it marks me as a cock sucker, and somehow via aromatherapy or pheromones oh, men will know that they can use my mouth for pleasure

So I agreed with this guy on Grindr and I asked him if he had condoms before leaving and he said yes. When I arrived at his place, he said: “do you want to smoke 🪴” and I accepted. After, we started kissing and two minutes after his dick was in my mouth. Then he said let me fuck you, and started playing with my ass. Suddenly I saw he was trying to get inside without a condom. ”Don’t forget the condom” I said and he continued “don’t worry I’ll wear it in a bit, I’m just playing”. 30 seconds after, the tip of his dick was inside of me. I asked him again for the condom. he stopped went to his closet and took a condom, lube and the poppers. “Have you ever tried these?” He said pointing to the poppers. “I haven’t” I replied. then he gave me the poppers and said “try it” while pushing his cock against my hole. When I hit the poppers I forgot about the condoms and 30 after his raw dick was all inside of me. ”Try it again” he said and I said “I will after you put the condom” he replied saying “don’t worry, I’m just playing it is just the tip”. I hit the poppers again and next he was fucking me hard with is raw dick. I was high on weed and poppers he was a muscular daddy and I was so fucking turned on watching the condom next to me and that beast raping me raw. I hit the poppers one last time and two mins after he was dropping his load inside of me. ”Oh shit I came in you, sorry, couldn’t resist, next time I’ll wear a condom I promise” He just raped me and I loved it. there was no next time, and since then I’ve been fucking raw. Now I’m addicted to guys cumming I my ass.

I've always equally enjoyed giving and receiving blowjobs, but for fucking I am all top. The first few times I was with men, in my 20s, I did bottom, and I would bottom perhaps once a year after that. As @hntnhole says, there had to be some special connection for me to want to. Eventually, I took stock and realized that I get physical pleasure from topping, whereas my pleasure in bottoming was more psychological than physical. It was vicarious pleasure, from seeing the top let go and enjoy himself. (None of this is to say that habitual bottoms don't experience physical pleasure; I'm very glad that they do!)

I was in the dark backroom of the Eagle fucking a guy, as was my habit since I'd figured it all out. As I was fucking the guy, I felt a hand on my ass - said over my shoulder "sorry, bud - can't help you with that", which was my usual answer to a guy feeling my ass up. But, the guy continued for some reason. As discussed in more depth in a previous post, at some point it was like an Epiphany: I had been conditioned into closing off half - 50% - of the opportunity to "connect" with the greater community of rawmen, since I considered myself exclusively Top. After a few moments of soaking up this realization, all the while rutting in the Hole I'd been fucking, I did reach around and felt the guy's Cock behind me. It wasn't all that thick or long, pretty "normal". The dawning of realization became all the more intense, and - while I'd only had the Cock of my life-partner in my ass before (and it was much larger than was even remotely comfortable), I'd never felt a Cock shoot Sperm up my gut. But the Epiphany - the Awakening to the possibilities of that "connection" allowed me to say "take it" to the guy behind me. I never did care for Cock up my ass - still don't - but in that moment I felt so "connected" to every other Cock, every other Hole, every other sexually adventurous gay man, I allowed it. It didn't feel good - but the overwhelming sense of connection was magnificent. Uplifting. Empowering. Enabling. All kinds of awesome feelings - sensations. I never did see the guy who first pumped Sperm up my gut. I knew he was wearing gear, I was able to see the Boots, felt the Leather. But when he did, I shot my load so hard into the guy I was fucking, I thought my toenails were shooting up the Hole too. I very seldom take a Cock up my gut, but I know I can - and I know how beautifully that can magnify the majestic connection to Everything. I don't particularly care for the mechanicals required to get fucked, and I don't particularly care for the process of it. I need to really feel closeness, sense of sharing, a sense of Brotherhood in a Universe of men being with men on the deepest levels to allow it, but - I know how intensely magical taking another man's Cock/Sperm into my gut can be. So, I do know how changing positions can bring new awareness.

I agree completely with your thoughts, @AirmaxUK. As for why gay men, still facing some oppression from outsiders, "find it so easy to turn on each other", I chalk it up to rising levels of equality. Gay men are just like everyone else, and we are now free to behave just like everyone else, including being mean to one another. In truth, there has always been an effort to exclude people on the fringes of the community: effeminate men, fetishists, trans people, and other non-conformists. A knee-jerk justification was that conformity was necessary for the gay community to appear respectable and to gain recognition from outsiders. You see this in the film Der Kreis, about an early European gay men's organization. Trans people, and gay men who resist monogamy and gay marriage in favor of continuing to openly fuck lots of random men, seem to be today's main targets for exclusion. The targets change over time; there will always be a new "other" to put down. As for difficulty finding gear for all body types and sizes, what a shame. Gear manufacturers, and fashion companies in general, are missing out on lots of potential revenue. (I was going to write, "missing out on a large market", but I wanted to avoid the trap of double entendre. 🙂) The odd time that I see a porn actor with a regular body, or an ad featuring a heavier person, I am always happy. Until more people wake up and realize that beauty comes in all sizes, don your tailored gear and have fun!

Here's one guaranteed to cause further division. How do you feel about smoking only after sex? Blanche Devereaux says this part is optional.

Hot mate, lucky you. Spontaneous, risky fucks are always the best, just getting down and slutty 😜

But that's just it. Some things must be faced head on. You don't need to dance around them. The best and worst times in my life happened in the Navy, and given the choice between having to relive the bad parts so I don't forget the goodand never having been in at all-well, I'd choose being in every time.

Yh it was great! I felt to slutty.

So hot! I bet that anonymous dick felt amazing in your ass.

I used to think he was hot. Attitude and personality can add or subtract hotness points. He’s gone into negative hotness points now.

👍 👍 👍

I love to look into the eyes of my breeder, it's a powerful connection that you only get during an intense fuck.

I can see the adverts now… ”because I’m worth it” 😜

With The Flash, though, you’d have an upsides and downsides. Downside: The fuck would be over practically before it started, but Upside: he would probably recover from his refractory period in seconds and be ready to go again. Downside: Friction blisters on your anus.

Not exactly red flags, because if I'm attracted I'll still probably fuck you anyway, but from this vers top guy's perspective here are some tips to suck less in bed: 1. Don't start begging me for my load only 2 minutes after I put my dick in you. OK bottoms, I know some of you have a huge fixation on semen, but one thing that is guaranteed to make me not come is if I start feeling real pressure to come now. In fact, it can take me quite a bit of time to come, and sometimes it only happens after I've had one or two other guys. Yes, I know that might be disappointing to some who want a load from every guy they fuck, but try and look on the good side. I enjoy the fuck whether we both come or not. I'd rather have five or six guys and come at the end than two guys and come in both of them. Never thought I would do this before I started fucking BB but I've even faked it with a few guys just to shut them up. 2. Don't just lie there. OK, a lot of guys have hangups about male-male intimacy, but if you come into my home, take off all your clothes, get on all fours and wait for me to put my bare dick inside you, we're already pretty intimate. Kissing helps set the mood, no harm in a bit of foreplay, and when you're getting fucked, being a little bit responsive and letting me know how good it feels makes me a better top. Reaching behind you to pull me deeper into you is very nice. This does not mean 'top from the bottom' which can easily also become annoying. Good bottoming is a skill just like topping is. 3. Most importantly, don't confuse sexual position with a personality trait. Topping and bottoming are both different ways of having sex with men, and believe it or not, one isn't more gay than another or less macho than the other. 'Fun' story, I put together a three at one time between one guy who was a regular fuckbuddy and another guy I had just met. The regular fuckbuddy had to leave halfway through because he got so upset at seeing me get fucked by the third. Turns out I had only ever topped him and he had built up this fantasy in his head of the strict top who never got fucked and couldn't deal with this not being reality. Please use logic here and don't allow your brain to become fixated on very rigid received ideas. If you absolutely want to do only topping or only bottoming yourself, fine, I lean more to the top side myself, but at least allow yourself to consider the fact that sometimes the best sessions involve a lot of flipping and two guys exploring each other in lots of different ways. But yeah, if you are hot enough, you can do all of these things and I'll still fuck you, but you are definitely not making it onto the list of my most memorable meets.

The best thing about discovering LIFE OF THE SPARE as it still being written is the immediate pleasure I've found reading your earlier stories. You have such an extraordinary body of work already shared here and it is your story telling, not the sex scenes (alone), that keeps expanding your audience. This is my first time writing. Based my on my own quiet appreciation of your work, I suspect you have no idea how many fans you truly have. I believe I only have two more stories to read before I am 100% focused on a royal wedding in Monrovia. When it comes to your writing, I could care less if anyone is poz, bugged or chasing. That said, this story truly honors the forum where you choose to publish. In fact, a discerning reader who looks beyond the stealthing practices of men damaged by absolute family rejection can learn much about HIV from several characters in this story. Learn how passion can cause even the most cautious person to engage sexually without discussion or condoms. Learn how those infected can choose to take responsibility for their own actions while also holding unmedicated barebacking tops to a greater portion of any blame. Learn how those tops can still be loved and forgiven. Through Jamal, we got a glimpse of how someone with a likely high infection level might choose to forgo medication for an undetermined period of time. Through Sean at the beginning of their relationship, Simon was reminded that those who love want their lovers and friends to do everything they can to prolong health and life itself. I'm able to enjoy your stories having grown confident that the underdogs to whom you introduce us will find acceptance, love, opportunity, family and community. Learn that you might have a young or middle-aged person face a life threatening situation but would only have something truly tragic happen if it served the greater overall good. SPOILER ALERTS And that takes us to Joshua. His post helicopter "ever after" was completely unexpected. On the surface, I admired you allowing for the possibility of him being damaged by family and life but that someone could believe in his mental healing. But not before I worried that he would escape and scare or harm an expanding circle of victims. What I nearly missed was how even some of the most damaged gay men, ones with unlimited resources who likely could make a bad guy truly disappear from this planet, also understand the cost and strain that would bring to the victims they hope to protect. Simon's willingness to poz one night stands, and his wealthy friends' capacity to pay virtually any price to fuck who and how they want, comes across as having little respect for life. With great wealth likely comes some belief they might always have been pursued for money -- doubting if they (or anyone for that matter) can truly expect unconditional love. In your stories, we find young people and not particularly rich people giving unconditional love. In turn, proud men who plan to pay their own way in life learn to accept love, gifts and comforts beyond what they could have ever imagined. Simon's will has been rewritten at least one more time and it no longer matters whether five year has passed or not. We know Sean was only seeking someone to love him and not his porn fame. We know Simon felt only unconditional love from Sean and perhaps everyone he left significant inheritance for. Simon very likely died undetectable but certainly knowing he was loved for who he was more than what he had. Rich indeed.

Let the guys that want to fuck you bare do it, especially the dude from Bareback Blonds. You’ll be so much happier a decade sooner.

What a fucking moron, the garbage he was hanging out with would be very happy to beat him to death for being a fag. Stupid fuck I hope he ends up living under a bridge after he gets out of prison in a decade or more.

Woke up for work yesterday tired as hell and really contemplated calling off but I was like nah let’s push through it it’s Wednesday only a few more days till the weekend. Got ready for work and left for the train station. I walked past a car where I caught a glimpse of the guys phone screen where he was looking at some dick and ass snapchats. I paused for a second by his car but kept walking. I got to the train station and sat down. A few min later the guy walked in and we immediately made eye contact. He walked over and sat next to me. He quietly asked me why I was creeping on him earlier? Til him I was just walking by and happened to see him scrolling through some dicks and holes. He asked if he liked anything I saw? Told him didn’t really take a good look but one of the dicks on there looked big and hot. He asked if if I wanted to see another big one. Told him I’m always down for that. So went into the bathrooms around the corner. We walked in he threw his bag on the ground took off his shirt undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants his semi hard dick flopped out it was a nice thick 7.5 dick with a slight left curve. I reached over and grabbed it and started to slowly jerk him . He pushed my shoulder down and I got on my knees and began to suck him. He put his hand in the back of my head and pushed me into his crotch. His dick began to get bigger and and push further into my throat. After a few thrusts his dick was rock solid and sliding in and out of my throat. He pushed me back on the ground and got between my legs. Spat on my hole and I’m his dick and grabbed my hips. He pushed hard against my hole until his dick piped inside me and he slid all the way up inside me. He started to fuck me full length strokes of that hot hard dick. We heard the train coming but he was balls deep in me. He began fucking me harder more power behind his thrusts. I moaned out and he grabbed me by the throat. Started really pounding my hole as we heard the train leaving. His raw dick sliding in and out of me deep and hard. I wrapped my legs around his waist and told him to breed me. He started ducking me faster his balls clapping on my cheeks. He thrusted all th way up inside of me and moaned out as he began to shoot his load in my guts flooding me. I jerked my dick as fast as I could and shot my load all over his slim abs and mine . He pulled out of me said see ya around slut and left. I was still on the floor nude and full of his cum I called my boss to tell him I won’t be coming in. Got my clothes back on and left with an ass full of strangers cum.

It's a Latino thing too to present as straight but fool around with guys on the side, and not just topping but bottoming too. There's a couple straight strip clubs near me and it's easy to pick up guys there who are horny and just wanna get a load off...don't care if you're a dude...will fuck you and load your ass, and I gladly take it. I certainly hope all the anal sex is straight porn is normalizing fucking guys. And in general a lot of the guys I get hit on are straight/bi guys and they seem to appreciate it's no strings, no commitment, no judgement, and I don't make them wear condoms to fuck me.

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Honestly, like some of the other dudes said, you gotta check with the medic, reason is it could be different things and could be inside you. For instance, when you go on rough sex there is a chance you get sore and some "lumps" called anal thrombosis appear and they can fool you of an wart, plus there are different types of warts. I once hooked up with a bottom and went raw, only to find out he didn't know he had hpv. Weeks later I checked with the urologist and had to remove them out of my cock, all went well but it's a horrible experience. So horrible that I also didn't know they can spread through your body, and months later I had an itch on my ass, went to check, it was those god damned hpv warts and my best option was to remove them with laser because of the ones inside, and boy it takes long to heal an ass that burned in laser, hahaha. So even if you think you only have them outside, always take in mind they can spread, so it's best to do with a medic, they will manage to remove all of them reducing the chance of getting them back, my medic wrote on my hospital files that I had an 'anal tumor' (lol) so the staff would mind their bee's wax. Take good care of that hole, remember, we tops like them beautiful and tight haha BrAlphaMaster

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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.

Thomas and Roger were the next two gentlemen who entered the room. Both of their cocks weren't very big but looks can be deceiving. They both stood in front of me while I would suck one cock and jerk off the other. I repeated this process for a while before Thomas laid on the floor and had me mount his cock. Just when I got his cock all the way in me Roger pushed me slightly forward and then slid his cock into my pussy along with Thomas'. With Roger sliding his cock in my pussy I could feel my pussy stretching to accommodate both cocks. It hurt to be stretched out but I knew I didn't have a say in the matter. Once Roger had his cock in all the way both gentlemen stayed still for a couple of minutes while my pussy adjusted to it's new position. With me being a little over 5 feet tall and each of these gentlemen being well over 6 feet tall I was in perfect position for them to start fucking my pussy in unison. The feeling of having two cocks sliding in and out of my pussy in unison was pure bliss. My little clitty was soon spurting out cum onto Thomas' stomach. Thomas had sores everywhere and I started licking as many as I could while being fucked. The blood on my lips had dried up so I begged Thomas to slap me to get my lips bleeding again. He happily obliged and soon my lips were cut open again. With my new cuts I continued licking Thomas' sores. With their cocks rubbing together in my pussy both men didn't last too long. After about 10 minutes of fucking my pussy Roger said he was about to cum. As soon as he started Thomas soon started cuming right after. Feeling one load of cum erupting in my pussy is one thing. But 2 cocks at the same time is out of this world. These men gave me so much cum that I could hear the slurping noises coming from my pussy. Once Roger went soft he slipped his cock from my pussy. But Thomas stayed hard. He started thrusting his hips hard into my pussy. Roger came around in front of me and started fucking my mouth at the same time and it wasn't long before he was hard again. Roger must have read my mind because he took his cock from my mouth and rammed it back into my pussy along with Thomas's cock. Fuck I was loving being double penetrated. I was moaning so loud it drew my Mom's attention. As I'm getting my pussy fucked hard by both of these cocks she entered the room and just watched her son being a dirty whore for these men. Everyone knew she was my mom so it didn't surprise anyone. She was encouraging both men to fuck me like the dirty nasty whore I was becoming. Both men obliged and really started fucking me much harder and making my pussy so fucking sore. It wasn't long before both men were coming again in my pussy. Thomas came first followed by Roger. I don't know where these gentlemen had the energy to fuck me like they did in their condition but I loved it. As each of their cocks went soft and they pulled out of me they both collapsed. Mom rushed me out really quickly while they attended to them. I was led to a private room away from everyone. 30 minutes later Mom came in and told me they both passed away. I was saddened by hearing this. She comforted me and told me that it was their wish to go out like that. She said she was proud of me for making their last few minutes on earth enjoyable for both. She said while they are taking care of cleaning up the area this room would be my new play area. She said that I still had more men to satisfy. I confessed to Mommy that each of them had cum twice in my pussy and both times I it was from double penetration. She kissed me on my forehead and said that's good to know because the next two men coming are thicker than any cocks you have had so far. My clitty got excited and squirted in front of my Mommy. She just laughed and as she was walking out the door she said Goddamn you are such a dirty little faggot.

Every time I fell asleep with my cock inside a bottom I would wake up at random times during the night and find myself fucking that hole again, whether it was him that started it or my cock started it all that mattered was cumming again.

I guess I would soon find out as Sergio face fucked one of the twinks while he eyed the twink that was fingering and eating my hole. Pozzed While Cruising 11 Sergio movies the twink that was eating my ass, knelt down between my legs and lined his mostly unlubed cock up with my ass. It hurt like a mother fucker, but I was determined to get his thick Mexican cock in my slutty hole. I wanted his load to be mixed with everyone else’s that I was sure to get that night and that weekend. Jake continued his effort to poz the QB while Dan fed his cock to Josh in a poz QB spit-roast. Josh was in pig heaven taking cock at both ends. Part of me wished the girls that throw themselves at him and his hangers-on could see him taking cock up his ass and sucking cock like pig whore. I wondered what people would think of me taking this over-sized Mexican cock. I would not care if my own mother walked in. I would not let him stop breeding my slut hole. Paul came up behind Sergio and massage his shoulders, felt up his clearly defined pecs and let him sniff some strong poppers. Sergio power drove his thick dick into my boy chute. I begged him for his cum. While Paul kept letting him take hits off of the poppers. What I did not know was that Paul was fingering Sergio’s virgin ass. Sergio, at first, was resistant, but the more he fucked me. He fucked himself on Paul’s fingers. My ass was a powerful force as he was slowly deflowering his own cunt. Paul made him take a deep drag off the poppers while he slid in behind Sergio and put his thick 7’ cock at Sergio’s hole. So with each thrust a bit of Paul’s cock pushed into him. The more he fucked me the more he fucked himself. Paul pushed into Sergio deep as Sergio pushed all 9 inches of his carmel cock deep in my ass. I could feel his thickness contract and expand as he unloaded his second nut of the day deep in me. Paul looked over his shoulder at me and really began to pound into Sergio. Sergio never lost his hardness as his cock stayed rooted in my butt as Paul jack-hammered his cock deep into him. I could feel Paul’s thrust through Sergio and in my ass. Sergio was moaning. Paul was hitting Sergio in just the right spot and Serg was loving it. I was too. I was close to cumming again and so was Sergio. Across the room Jake was breeding Josh with his poz load telling the QB he was getting his gift. I could tell Josh had no clue what that meant, but he mumbled through Dan’s cock, “yes, breed me!” I came clenching my cock around Sergio’s cock who clenched down on Paul’s cock. Jake flooded Josh’s hole. Paul came in Sergio and Sergio bred my gash. The whole room was cumming into someone's ass, but the twinks were feeling left out. One of the twinks, crawled under Josh telling the room that he was going to suck the QB’s cock like every girl on campus wants to do. The room filled with laughter. Josh looked up at Dan and asked Dan if he wanted to add his load to his used ass. Dan quickly shot behind Josh and had his thick 6 incher inserted down to the base in one motion and soon had Jake’s cum frothing in and out of Josh. We all sat back and watched Dan fuck the QB. Dan was very vocal. He was exclaiming to the room that he was going to breed Josh with his poz load. I could see Josh get wide-eyed and the twinks looked at each other. Jake said, “yeah none of you asked us you all got a poz load and loads deep in your ass and belly’s.” He grabbed one of the twinks closest to him and guided his head to his cock. The twink did not fight his advances and the other twink was locked in a “69” with Josh as Josh was getting bred by Dan. Paul and Sergio were locked in a deep kiss as I was on my knees cleaning their cocks. I felt a slap on my ass. I looked back without taking Sergio’s cock out of my mouth. “Move over slut,” Jake said” ‘I want some Mexican ass”. Jake pushed me out of the way, laid Sergio on his back, hiked up his legs and slowly pushed his thick 8inch cock into the Mexican whore. I laid back and asked Paul if he was ready to drive his big cock in me. He did not have to be asked twice, but he had a better idea. He made me and the free twink lay across the couch on our knees. He slipped his cock into the twink and fucked into him about 5 to 10 strokes and then pulled out and fucked me 5 to 10 strokes. More to cum I love the feedback and hot chat guys. Hit me up Joey

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Part 6 - The Cousins Gift Banbury was not short of guys Sampson noticed after changing his location, he was spending a quiet night in wearing only his underwear and laying on the bed slowly scrolling through the profiles. Skipping over the weird ones as he called them who wore leather chaps or boots up to their knees with shaved heads. They generally looked like nasty rough men and he tended to avoid them. Except one that caught his attention that wore bleached denims and red boots with yellow laces. His flies were open and his cock was hanging out supported by a shiny cock ring that caught his eye. Sampson scrolled back up and down the profile of SkinMike28 and read through his description 'Shaved arse, balls and 8 inch uncut rock hard. Give and take but usually give twice as hard'. Sampson chuckled and looked down to the pictures again, so the guy wasn't bad looking he thought, actually quite sexy with his dark brown sultry eyes. Sampson paused for a moment before sending him a flame whilst his other hand was casually playing with his cock that was semi hard looking at SkinMike28's pictures. There was no question he needed arse to fuck and was feeling very horny tonight, rudely he was interrupted by a knocking at his door and Marlon's voice calling out. Sampson locked his phone and went over to unlock and open the door letting him in. "What do I owe this pleasure for?" Sampson asked smiling at Marlon. Marlon shrugged watching him close and lock the door "Haven't had chance to catch up with you" he said. Sampson walked back to the bedroom "I am horny so you can play bitch for me!" he said making it clear. Marlon turned to look at him "Is that so?" he questioned already pulling his jeans off. Sampson chuckled "I knew you would come begging" he said moving towards him, "Beg for it!" he suddenly demanded. Marlon smirked back at him "No!" he replied confidently, "You want it as much as me" he said sitting on the bed. Sampson moved closed and stood towering above Marlon then pushed him back grabbing his legs as they swung up. Wasting no time he guided his cock to the exposed perfect tightly closed hole, Marlon groaned deep in his chest feeling Sampson rub the head of his cock up against his hole. An itchiness crawled through his arse in desperation needing Sampson's cock inside to sooth it. He didn't need to worry and quickly flung his hands against Sampson's shoulders to push him back, his hole forced open abruptly by Sampson's cock forcing its way inside. With the head resting inside he toyed with Marlon's hole pulling back a tiny amount then forward again, repeating this knowing that Marlon would soon beg to feel the fullness of his cock deep inside him. He played Marlon for several minutes and could see in his eyes he was begging for it, but he wanted to hear him say it, he needed Marlon to beg vocally for his cock. Sampson began pulling the head out and instinctly Marlon's hands grabbed his hips pulling him forward 'Fuck me!' he pleaded his voice going up an octave in desperation. Sampson smirked and pushed his hips forward in one rapid thrust, Marlon cried loudly, his hole stretched open letting the cock tear past the tight resistance until Sampson was up to his balls in Marlon's guts. Allowing no time for Marlon to adjust he started paying him rapid hard thrusts that hit deep into Marlon's core. His fingers clawing at Sampson's hips and digging in hard leaving red marks. Struggling to get his breath or cry, the burning in his arse soothing the fuck itch he had that made him come begging for it. Marlon looked up in to his cousins eyes that stared back at him, there was an undeniable look of hunger in both of them. Marlon raised his head and looked down only to see the trail of Sampson's pubic hair melding in to his, his head flopped back down moaning, he knew Sampson had penetrated him deep and was intent to giving him one hell of a deep fucking. Sampson put some of his knowledge to good use and gyrated his hips then pulled back only to slam forward, the fingers digging deeper in to his skin as Marlon cried out in pleasure. Short sharp deep thrusts followed each one tearing more in to Marlon's arse exposing him to the virus leaking out in the precum, each thrust smearing the precum against the small tears starting a chain reaction of infiltration on his clean cells, spreading from the source to dominate his body. His heart unknowingly pumping the virus around his body. Sampson's warm breath caressed Marlon's neck spurring him on even more and begging for Sampson to fuck him. He looked Marlon in the eye and moved in to a steady rhythm of thrusting, his balls tapping away gently at Marlon's arse tightened and he knew there was no holding back now. The tiny amount of virus already infecting Marlon was about to get supercharged with millions more joining the invasion. Marlon moved his hands up around Sampson's back gripping hold of him feeling the change in Sampson's cock as it neared completion of its task. Sampson raised his head and groaned loudly pushing his down hard locking his cock deep inside Marlon, 'Fuck yes!' Sampson cried feeling his cock jump releasing its potent seed deep in to Marlon. His orgasm kept coming in waves, his balls desperate to unload as much cum as they could pump out seemed to go on. Marlon felt his own cock spewing over his stomach, the excitement to much to bear and he allowed his body to go rogue and please itself savouring the thrill. Sampson collapsed forward on to Marlon and they shared a brief kiss, Marlon crossed his legs around Sampson's waist holding him inside, his arms wrapping around Sampson's back. Laying there enjoying the gentle post orgasm thrusts that kept coming from Sampson's hips, a feeling of satisfaction and intimacy that he only felt with Sampson. Marlon stared off in to the distance with a blank expression, his thoughts strangely turning to his cousin and the realisation hitting him, he loved his cousin more than his girlfriend, both in person and sexually. Unable to comprehend the feelings Marlon blinked and focused back to Sampson who was now looking at him in strange way, Sampson was unable to tell if Marlon was now regretting his actions. He smiled and pulled Sampson down, their lips touched briefly then again only this time they kissed lightly, slowly parting their lips with each tender kiss until they locked lips and tongues danced around pushing into each others mouths. Sampson delicately continued to gyrate his hips bringing his cock back up to full erection and gently began fucking Marlon, churning the cum already deposited, locked in their kiss a simple moment of time where they shared a closeness verging on love making. Sampson slowly caressed the inside of Marlon's arse with his cock, in the strangest way he found a pleasure he had never experienced before. A connection between their bodies that lasted for almost an hour taking them to a new level of exploration. Their bodies seamlessly moving together in a sensual dance until his orgasm came and went in a flurry of increased pace and biting on Marlon's upper lip before sinking his tongue back inside Marlon's mouth. Sampson rolled on to his back releasing Marlon who laid there a shaking mess of his former self, conflicted and confused by his cousin he breathed heavily calming himself down and shaking off the dangerous thoughts. Marlon sat up and swung his legs over the bed "I asked her to marry me" he quietly said. Sampson turned his head and glanced at the back of Marlon "Why?" he asked stroking Marlon's arm. "Its the right thing to do" Marlon replied pulling his underwear on, "kind of expected of me" he said. Sampson sighed "Where does that leave us?" he asked. Marlon glanced back at him "I have responsibilities now" he said unable to stop looking at Sampson's cock. Sampson glanced at him "You didn't answer my question" he said looking Marlon in the eye. "This needs to stop" Marlon said tinged with sadness. "I can't do this anymore" he finished off. Sampson grinned then swept off the bed "Until you get desperate for me to fuck you" he said arrogantly. Marlon slipped on his shirt and trousers "Just promise me if I do you send me on my way" he said quietly. Sampson came round and kissed Marlon "I promise I will, but only after I have seen to you" he said grinning. "Don't. You make this so hard Samps, I have to stop this" Marlon moved away tucking his shirt in. Sampson stood there with his arms folded smirking. "See you in the morning" Marlon said and left. Marlon closed the caravan door and a tear slowly trickled down his cheek, wiping his eye he walked across the commune, his arse still full of Sampson's toxic cum that already found its way in to his body and was taking hold of him. Sampson showered and crept in to bed, the sex with Marlon had taken his mind off feeling unwell again, switching the light off he resolved himself to visit the hospital in a few days to try and get some idea of why he was feeling like this. He knew he would have to go them some actual contact details rather than the fake one he used before if he really wanted to find out the truth. Sampson had a few busy weeks and put the visit to hospital out of his head, he was playing a very careful game with the skinhead, leaving things a few days before replying to any messages which in fact is exactly what the guy was doing to him. Dangling the bait and being distant not wanting to portray any sign of desperation. Sampson walked in to the A&E department unable to shift the cough that had gone to his chest, the receptionist tried to refer him back to his doctor until Sampson explained he was from out of town and wasn't registered with one. Sat there for several hours waiting until just before 4pm he was taken through and examined and given some antibiotics for his chest and sent to get some blood tests. Having left his actual phone number this time Sampson got in to his 4x4 and lowered his head on the steering wheel for several minutes trying to shake off his headache before driving back to the commune. After a good nights sleep he felt a little better now the antibiotics were slowly kicking in and spent the day working with the guys, Marlon had come down with a cold and discreetly accused Sampson of giving it to him having seen how poorly Sampson had been. He was doing his best to avoid sexual contact with Sampson and was being quite successful, but every time he was near him his cock stirred and his thoughts wondered to that night where they engaged so sensually together. The thought of kissing Sampson turned Marlon on even more and he was fighting the urge to call on him again. Sampson sat in the back of the truck waiting for the guys to be finished when his phone rang, answering it the person introduced themselves from the Sexual Health clinic and needed to make an urgent appointment for him to see the consultant, Sampson got out of the truck to take the call and walked down the road on the phone nodding and talking quietly. He made an appointment for the following afternoon at 3pm then hung up and returned to see Marlon waiting for him by the truck. "Ready to head back?" Marlon asked looking concerned at the strange look on Sampson's face. Sampson nodded "Yes, you all done then?" he asked trying to be as near to normal. Marlon was about to say something but Sampson had already got in the truck waiting for them to pack the tools in the back. Sampson looked around and opened the app to see a message from the skinhead inviting him over tonight, he typed a quick reply agreeing to be there at 8pm then putting his phone back in his pocket he sat back feeling a lot happier looking forward to meeting the skinhead that he was finding more and more sexually interesting. The guy clearly had a tight muscular build that showed off perfectly under his Fred Perry polo shirt, he wondered if he would be agreeable to wear his boots whilst they had sex. So lost in this thought it took Marlon to punch him on the arm to bring his attention back and shift over so he could get in the truck. The drive back to the commune involved Marlon making small talk with Sampson, it was nothing like the conversation Marlon really wanted to have with him which was to ask why he was suddenly so distracted. Marlon kept glancing at his mysterious cousin trying to work out if he had turned all gay, especially since Sampson had fended off the advances of his girlfriends sister who had shown a keen interest in him. The truck came to a stop and Sampson was gladly climbed out and headed to his caravan to lock himself away for some peace and quiet, Marlon did have a tendency to chatter on and he couldn't even remember what their conversation had been about on the drive back. He glanced back to say good bye to Marlon who pointed to his eyes then at Sampson in a clear indication that he was watching him.

Yes in our house and garden - which was small but private.

Part 81 - Keep the Sling Busy Kyle was awakened by his phone ringing. “Who the fuck…” he groggily said. He grabbed his phone and answered. “Hey! Are you ready for us? We just got off the train and we’re about twenty minutes away” Jaime said. “Uhhh, no we’re not. We’re just getting up. Give us about a half hour to get showered and dressed” Kyle replied as he jabbed Joe. They ran through the shower and had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the door. Kyle opened the door and in walked Jaime and his friend Chad. Joe watched Chad’s eyes open wide as he looked around the room and then saw the sling. “Hey guys, glad you made it. Hope you’re ready to have a lot of fun today” Joe said. “Yeah, this is going to be so fuckin’ cool. I’ve never been with more than 2 guys at one time and I’ve been dreaming about doing this for a couple years” Chad replied. Kyle looked over at Chad and wondered if he really knew what was going to happen. Jaime had told them that Chad wanted to have a bareback gangbang and he said he would let anyone fuck him for the party - “no dick will be refused” Chad had boasted. Chad walked over to the sling and tried to sit down and quickly found himself sitting on his ass on the floor and the canvas mesh seat swung back and hit him in the back of the head. Everyone laughed and Jaime said “I hope the rest of the time you spend in the sling is better than that!” “Are you really ready for today?” Kyle asked Chad. “Yeah, I think so” Chad replied. “Why don’t you hit the bathroom one more time. There’s a setup in the shower to clean out” Joe said. Chad shrugged his shoulders and headed into the bathroom. While Chad cleaned out again, Joe checked the website for any last minute guys wanting to join the party and there were a couple. He approved them and sent out the room number. Forty three guys had requested invites and he approved everyone, knowing that most wouldn’t show up. He figured if he got ten he was doing good since there were so many other options. While Joe was dealing with his phone and the party invites, Kyle laid out some things for the gangbang. He took two bottles of poppers and put one in the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and left another one on top, next to a bottle of lube. He figured the first guy or two might need the lube, but after the first few loads Chad took, his hole would be ready with the best lube of all. He laid out a blindfold, two pairs of cuffs and a ball gag. Rummaging through the bag he found a sharpie with a string taped to it. Just as Kyle and Joe finished, Chad came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “No need to be shy, Chad. We’re all gonna see you naked sooner or later” Jaime said. “Force of habit, I guess” Chad replied as he pulled the towel off. The guys looked over Chad, who was three years older than Joe, Kyle and Jaime. His dark blond hair was buzzed short and his ears were pierced with a single 8 gauge ring in each ear. His smooth, pale skin showed a toned but not overly worked out body. There was a light trail down to his 6 inch cock, but the only other body hair he had was in his pits. Chad was fidgeting and everyone could tell he was nervous. “First gangbang or group fuck, Chad?” asked Joe. “Yeah. Other than sucking a group of guys and a few three-ways, I’ve only done one on one… And never with something like that” Chad said pointing at the sling. “You’ll like it. It makes things like this lots of fun. If you don’t, we have the bed here we can use instead” Kyle said as he pulled out a piece of plastic sheet and put it down on the floor under the sling, using the base to hole it in place. He then said “Uh, 12 minutes before the start time so you need to get in position.” Chad moved over and stood in front of the sling seat and was afraid of falling again. “Put your ass ON the seat, hold on to the chains and then rotate back” Joe said. Chad did as he was told and thankfully wasn’t on the floor again. He adjusted his body and then felt Kyle slipping a leather cuff around his wrist. Joe grabbed another and was putting it around his ankle. They did the same on the other side and then, cuffs in place, they hooked them to the chains. “Last chance to bail, Chad. Jaime said he would take your place if you chickened out” Joe said, staring at the trembling body in the sling. “Nnn.n.no, I’m good. I’ll be ok as soon as I get some dick in me” Chad replied. Kyle grabbed the gag and started to put it on Chad, telling him “This is just for the start. We don’t want you to make too much noise and get us thrown out. If you stay quiet, we’ll take it off.” Kyle tightened the gag and then grabbed the blindfold. He looked down at Chad and said “Wave your right hand if you need a break or want us to stop. Understand?” Chad nodded his head and Kyle secured the blindfold. Joe tied the string for the marker on to the D ring on the sling seat and then marked out on Chad’s chest a “+”, a “?” and a “-“. Satisfied that everything was ready for Chad’s adventure, Joe looked over and Jaime was already naked. The other two stripped down to their jockstraps and nodded at Jaime to take the first fuck. Jaime grabbed the lube and lubed his cock and Chad’s hole, slowly fingering the hole with one finger and then two. Kyle grabbed the poppers and held them to Chad’s nose and Chad inhaled once from each nostril. He let out a moan that was audible around the gag. The three smiled at each other and Jaime rubbed his cock around Chad’s hole. Pressing in, there was some resistance, but soon Chad relaxed and Jaime entered his buddy’s ass. He rocked Chad back with his hips and let the sling do its job. The strokes got longer each time as he got deeper inside Chad. There was a knock on the door and Joe looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before the official party time. He opened it and saw Raphi and Micah. “Started without us?” Micah asked. “C’mon in. We just started” Joe replied. The guys stood to the side and took their clothes off and put them in one of the plastic bags Joe had put out. Raphi and Micah started stroking their already stiff cocks. Micah was looking around, first at Jaime and then at Kyle and finally Joe. He seemed to be surprised when he looked at Kyle and Joe assumed he had seen his biohazard tattoo. The look on his face when Micah looked at Joe was more of bewilderment. Jaime was pounding his friend harder and the chains were jangling. “Oh fuck…” Jaime said as he thrust in hard and held on to Chad’s legs. He pulled back and thrust back in grunting with each pulse of his newly charged cum as it shot into Chad’s cunt. “Oh yeah” Raphi yelled out. Jaime slowly pulled out while Joe pulled his hard cock out of the side of his jockstrap and added a little lube with a half dozen strokes of his hand. He moved in and rubbed the piercing around the edges of Chad’s pucker and then plunged in. Chad yelled out around the gag, telling all that he wasn’t prepared for the second cock, much less it being shoved in like Joe had. Even having bred Chad the night before, Jaime had left a large load in today and Joe was enjoying the cummy chute. “Oh fuck” Micah said quietly, turning to Raphi. “Are they poz?” he whispered into Raphi’s ear. Raphi smiled and shrugged his shoulders as Joe started to drill harder. There was another knock at the door and Kyle opened it slightly. A tall thin guy in his 50’s stood there in a leather harness, jeans and boots. His mustached face was weathered by a hard life. He spoke his screen name and Kyle looked it up on the list Joe had taped to the wall before letting the guy in. Everybody nodded at the newcomer while Joe gave his final few thrusts and deposited his own viral seed into Chad’s cumhole. Joe slowly pulled out and looked down to see a small puddle of cum on the plastic covering the floor. He turned and looked at Micah and said “All yours.” Micah walked up and caught some of the cum dripping from Chad’s hole on the tip of his cock and then slowly drove his cock all the way in. The loud moan from Chad showed that he was now getting into the groove. Micah got Chad swinging in the sling, taking all of his cock over and over. The newcomer had dropped his jeans enough to pull his veiny cock out and stroke it hard. Another knock at the door and the ritual played out again. The next guest was about 30, Joe remembered from the guy’s profile. He was a barrel chested furry cub who was no stranger to the gym. His biceps bulged and his legs filled out his jeans. There was a bushy beard that didn’t quite cover the sinister grin on his face. Joe figured he was probably an ex-football jock who had kept in shape after his playing days. Joe checked the name and the guy came in and Joe noticed the bear paw tattoo between his shoulder blades with a red biohazard symbol in the middle of the paw. Nods were made, clothes were removed and his cock was readied by Raphi’s mouth. Micah grabbed Chad’s body and buried his cock in as far as he could before he shot his load in. After the last spurts, Micah backed away and Kyle said “Don’t forget to mark your load on his chest.” All eyes were on him to see where he put his mark. Micah put his mark under the “-“ on Chad’s left pec. Raphi nodded at the first guest who took quickly took Micah’s place. The mustached guy pounded Chad from his first inward stroke. He wasn’t gentle and kept up the pace for almost ten minutes before he said “Yeah, that’s it, boy. Work that hole. You want another load in you, right?” The man growled as he kept fucking with each shot of cum from his cock seeming to add more intensity to his thrusts. He pulled out and backed away, finding Raphi on his knees ready to clean the guy’s cock. Raphi licked and sucked, savoring every drop of the cum mixture he was tasting. Chad’s hole only spent a few seconds empty before the cub stepped up and jabbed his thick pierced cock in. There was a knock a the door and when Joe opened it he found a group of four guys. Three were in their forties and heavily inked and pierced. The fourth looked to be about Joe’s age that was wearing a leather collar that was leashed to one of the guys, a leather jockstrap and nothing else. Joe marked the names of the three off and let them in. The sub was put in the corner while the three tops stripped down. Joe really wanted to fuck the sub and leave a load in his twinky bubble butt, but he knew it was too soon since he bred Chad’s cunt to leave a decent load. The cub growled and shot his charged seed into Chad’s now sloppy hole and then spent a few more minutes working the cum deeper. The three tops took turns fucking Chad, drilling him for a few minutes before pulling out and letting their buddy do the same. The room started to get a little crowded as more guests showed up and the trio finally dumped their loads into Chad’s gut. Raphi was busily sucking one of the new guests - a guy in his late 50s that was visibly wasting and skipped cleaning the cum off of the three friends. Their sub took his place and had all three cleaned up in a few minutes. As the group of four were leaving, a large black guy walked up to the door. He stood six foot four, with broad shoulders and a firm body of muscle. He was imposing in size yet had a friendly demeanor. “This where the bang is?” he asked in a deep voice. “Yeah, you sign up or just cruising the halls looking to fuck?” Joe asked, realizing that it really didn’t matter. “Yeah, I signed up” was the reply. Joe marked him off and said “Hope you like it sloppy.” Everyone nodded at the new guy and watched him drop his pants. His thick 10 inches of already hard cut cock seemed to impress everyone. When he entered Chad, his loose, sloppy hole was now tight again and Chad made it known that he was being stretched open by both yelling around the gag and squirming. The guy took his time to let Chad get used to the sizable cock inside him but then plowed him deep and hard until his balls unleashed a shower of cum that filled Chad well past his inner ring. Joe had set the party up for two hours and a few showed up just before the ending time but he wasn’t going to turn them away. They fucked the well used hole and as hard as Chad tried to clamp down on their cocks, his muscles were worn out after the parade of cock that had used him. One guy had to jack off to cum, but they all planted their DNA in Chad’s fuckhole. With the last cock finished, Kyle put a plug into Chad’s battered hole while Joe and Jaime disconnected the cuffs him and removed the gag and blindfold. Helping him to his feet, Jaime and Joe started to take him into the shower, but Chad just collapsed on the bed instead. After a few minutes, Chad recovered and tried to stand. Joe helped him into the bathroom. Chad stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. He was covered in sweat and looked just as exhausted as he felt. Joe noticed the expression on his face and asked “What?” “What are the marks? Did they rate how good a fuck I was? I can’t believe that nine guys thought was a bad fuck. And three thought I was so-so?” Chad asked. “Nah, those are the status of the loads you took - poz, unknown or neg” Joe replied. Chad’s face turned pale and he muttered “Oh fuck. 14 poz loads” After a long pause he added quietly “I guess I said no load refused.”

Quinn I've just had the most intense orgasm ever and feel as if I'm floating. I've never had my cock in anything other then my hand since all the guys with whom my mom made me sleep had with just wanted to fuck me. A couple of them would fondle my cock, but like I said before they'd just do or say anything to appease their conscientious. None of them actually cared if I felt good, they just wanted to unload inside me, but at this moment there was an amazing man sitting on my cock which was shoved all the way inside his ass. I would never have believed that anyone could get that much dick in his ass. For fucks sake. If I lined-up along his stomach it would be past his navel. I looked-up and he was grinning ear to ear, still swiveling his hips and obviously enjoying himself. At that moment I remembered something Jason had done to me that felt awesome, so I decided to give it a try. I pulled down on his hips and make my cock jump inside him. This had the effect I intended: Jason took a sudden intake of breath, his head fell forward, followed by a very loud "Oh Fuck! You're a fast learner young man. Remember that for later." Jason starts to rise up off my dick but I hold onto his hips and lifted my hips with his motion I stayed lodged all the way in, asking "What, can't wait to get away from me now that you've taken my virginity?" "You learn way to fast and you ARE EVIL." With that, Jason leaned forward, planting a deep kiss on my lips. Then before I knew what he had in mind, he pulled off of my dick, which, with a loud thump, smacked against my stomach. "Damn, and you said I was evil!" "Yep. Guess we're two peas in a pod and deserve each other." He grinned down at me and then stood-up, stepping off the bed and offered me his hand. I grabbed his hand and he helped pull me out of bed. Once I was on my feet he pulled me into his embrace and held me. "I'm glad your here. I've been worried about you since I saw those welts on your back. I don't know what I would have done is someone and taken things to far and seriously hurt you," and with that he tightened his arms around me. I felt safe and comfortable. We rocked back and forth for a few seconds, but my ornery streak came out again. "Well, if all we're going to do is stand around, we should of stayed in bed with my dick inside your ass." Jason chuckled and responded, "Yep. You're evil alright. Guess I'll have to keep you around to protect the rest of the world from your wickedness." "Ok, I can live with that." Again I hugged him and Jason returned my hug with the suggestion "Why don't you jump in the shower while I make the bed. I'll join you in just a second." "Sounds good to me." Once in the shower with the water running through my hair everything starts to sink in. I was in love with a man who was HIV+ and who had 13 years on me, and that he had probably infected me or at least started to. I knew I could still get to the clinic and get medicine to stop it. Do I want to? I hollered "Hey Jason, can I use your shampoo?" "Sure." Do I have to get HIV to stay with him? I poured shampoo into my hand and start to lather up. Couldn't we just use protection? And I think about how it felt last night. How he was so patient and how incredible it felt to have him bare inside me. Was that because I loved him or does the condom deaden sensation, or was it both? I rinsed my hair, and again called-out "Can I use your body wash?" Again, "Sure." I wondered if there was a medication I could take so I could stay negative, even if we didn't use condoms. "Where are the wash cloths or can I...." I jumped as Jason opens the shower door, pointing to the loofah. "See that? That's ours." He points to the shampoo "and that? Yeah that's OURS too, as is the conditioner and ever other product in this bathroom." With that, he slapped my ass adding "This, now this, is mine as is this" he announced, wrapping his hand around my dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hmm, well, that works both ways right?" "It certainly does. Both your ass and mine belong to me, as does your dick and my dick." "OH that's just wrong," and we both laughed. I soaped-up as Jason washed his hair. A million thoughts were racing through my mind as I tried to organize them. We danced around the shower stall, alternating between getting wet and rinsing off. Finally I was done and made to step out of the shower, but Jason reached-out and lightly grasps my elbow, and, as I turned to see what he wanted, he leaned forward and kissed me. Then he leaned his forehead against mine, looked me in the eyes saying "Somebody thinks you're special." There was absolutely no doubt in my mind who that somebody was. "You know I think that same somebody thinks you're special too. OH wait. I mean I think your special or somebody ... oh damn, I totally blew that didn't I?" Jason was downright laughing his ass off, saying "Actually, baby that was just perfect. Okay, more immediate, I put your clothes in the dryer but that's going to take some time so I laid out a pair of sweats on the bed for you. The bottoms will be long but the top should be just fine. There's also underwear in the dresser across from the bed. You might want to wear some with the sweats," winking at me, then with a final peck he turned back into the spray to finish his shower. Once in the bedroom I headed for the dresser, where in the first drawer, I found socks so I closed it and went on to the next one, which, as it turned-out, contained more different kinds of underwear than I had ever seen. Looks like someone has a thing for underwear, I thought. I couldn't help but grin as I looked through boxers, jocks, g-strings, and ass-less shorts. Now that looks like it could be fun, I thought to myself. Choosing a pair, I quickly put them on and I was dressed by the time Jason came in from the bathroom. "You find everything ok?" "Yep but took me forever to wade through all the underwear. I swear a couple of them tried to grab me and drag me into the drawer." Jason turns beet red "Yeah I kind of have an underwear thing." "Kind of? That's way more then kind of." "So which ones did you get?" He reached around me began to slide his hands down the back of the sweat pants. "Oh no." I push him back "if your a good boy I'll show you later." "What if I'm bad?" "Then I'll let you touch them." "You know I'm going to be VERY bad?" "Yup. I kind of planned on it when I picked them." Jason raised an eye brow "Oh really??" as he stepped towards me. "Ah ahh aha. NO touchy till later," I admonished, grinning ear to ear. "Fine," Jason replied, turning towards the dresser. "Hold on one sec mister," I said as I reached past him into the drawer with all the underwear, grabbing probably the sexiest jock I had ever seen, suggesting "You get to wear that." "Oh really, picking out my clothing for me now. Soon people will be accusing us of being an old married couple." His words raced through my head. A married couple? All I could do was stand there. "Hey, hey. It's just a saying, okay? I kind of thought that was a good thing." I could clearly hear the hurt in his voice. Looking right into his face I stated "It is love. You just caught me by surprise. I just never expected anyone would want..." It was hard for me to finish, but I spit out the obvious words "...the whore's son." "Love, I very much want you and I'm tired of this self-description as the whore's son. You are now my man and that takes precedence. Even as we speak my DNA is combining with yours. So can we drop that awful phrase, and can you just be content to be my Quinn?" Jason reached for me and this time I let my body fold against his chest. "Yeah, I think I can do that." But as I leaned against him, I couldn't stop thinking about his reference to DNA, and how our DNA was now combining in my body. I wanted to be Jason's and the idea of part of him being inside me was strangely reassuring, but then the question remained, did I really want to be HIV positive, and as a follow-up, couldn't I have everything else but that? Then, aware, perhaps, that I needed time to think, Jason got back to the mundane, saying "Ok, let's go get your stuff, and we can grab some breakfast on the way there. 'kay?" With that we moved apart and I nodded in agreement. Heading out the door, however, Jason grabbed a jacket for each of us, remarking "I checked, your jacket is still soaked, so you might want to wear one of mine." "Thank you." "My pleasure. I plan on taking it off of you later" giving me a broad smile. "Mmmm, well, that depends on just how bad you are," and we gave a chuckle, and left it there. The trip to my house, no, to my mother's trailer, was quiet. Between eating my croissant, chasing thoughts of HIV and DNA, and worrying about dealing with my mother, I was preoccupied. Arriving at the entrance of the trailer park where I had lived most my life, I got my first real look at the grounds, and found myself thinking 'It's pretty amazing how we can live some place and never really see it'. The rusty trailers, some of them missing skirting panels, old cars sitting on blocks in the driveway, automobile parts and toys scattered all around the various yards, weeds being about the only plant that grew strongly, and, truth be told, they were sprouting up everywhere. I wanted to slide under the seat. I was so embarrassed. I never really cared. Never before had I cared about where I lived, or, for that matter, had I really registered where I lived, until I brought Jason to the dump, and not surprisingly I found myself wishing he had never seen the place. Perhaps I should have just made some excuse to come alone but it was too late and he was here. Still I couldn't stand the idea that he would see the unvarnished truth of how I lived. Rounding the corner, we were facing my mom's trailer, and to be honest, it was one of the worst. Panels were missing, rusted or beaten, the steps were broken, cracks in the windows were sealed with tape. The whole mess should have be in a scrap yard. I glanced over at Jason. Revulsion was plainly written on his face. I'm so ashamed and just bowed my head, staring at my feet. "Hey, love, look at me, please." I look up at Jason as he continued "Do you remember when I said I was proud of you, and you asked me how I could be proud of you, but then didn't let me answer?" "Yeah. I remember." "THIS is why I'm proud of you." I was completely confused and I am sure it showed in my face, but Jason continued, and his remarks put everything in perspective. "How many of the kids who grow-up here finish school? How many of the guys your age are healthy and drug free? How many of the girls who grow-up here aren't already pregnant, or have kids, or are selling themselves - and not looking for a way to break out of this place?" With that he stopped the car in the middle of the road and pulled me over to him, saying, with great earnestness, "You've fought to keep going to school, you've kept yourself in great shape, you don't do drugs and you don't go out and sell yourself." "But I do. My mother has guys over for me all the time," I sobbed. "Baby, what your mother does doesn't count. YOU don't sell yourself out, your mother does. What have you been doing when you're not with your mother's 'John''? You've been going to school, doing homework and keeping your body in shape. Right? How many of the other guys you grew up with here do that? Now place, however horrible, is why I'm so proud of you. Got that? You're so much better then this world." His words gave me the strength to realize and accept the truth of his declaration. "Thank you." "Baby, you don't need to thank me for saying what's true." I smiled, saying "Just park right here. I'll run in and get my things. it shouldn't take me long." "You sure? I'll go in with you." "No it's ok. It will be faster if I just run in. With any luck mom will be out of it, and I'll be able to grab my stuff and get out." "Ok, baby. Your call, but if you're too long I'm coming in to get you, and Lord help anyone who gets in my way." "You just want your clothing back." "Nah. Just the underwear." We both giggled. "Okay. Be right back." I took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked to my mom's trailer. I glanced back at Jason, seated in his car, and knew he was worried for me. I waved and headed up the four steps to the sliding door, through which I could see Mom smiling, seated on the couch, her hand on some guy's thigh. I slid open the door and Mom turned to look at me. Her eyes had a glassy look so I knew she was on something. "Well, there you are" she said, asking "Where have you been, honey?" "Around, I'm just going to grab some stuff and I wont be in your way and you can finish visiting." "Oh Honey, John's not here to visit with me. He wants to visit with you." John was a pudgy man, probably around 35 or so, about 5' 10' and around 250 pounds, and even when standing at the door I could tell he smelled. I had never really cared before as it had never before mattered what I thought, but this time I felt like I was going to be sick. 'Fuck it', I thought, and unbidden, the words came out "No, mom I can't." "Of course you can, Honey. John has paid very good money to visit with you." "No mom I can't, I....don't have any condoms." John spoke-up saying "That's ok, young'un. I don't need em. I'm clean." My mother, however, spoke-up: "No. No one does my boy without a condom. But that's ok. I've got plenty in my room. I'll just get you boys a couple and leave you alone to have some fun." But I took the bull by the horns and announced "No mom, I don't need condoms. I got infected last night. I'm not clean." "WHAT!" she screeched "How could you, after everything I've taught you? Well you just take care of John here, and we'll get you right to the clinic and they can give you them pills to stop it." "No mom I'm not visiting with John or any other John any more. I'm leaving and I'm not coming back. I'm only here to get my stuff." And with that I headed off to my room where I grabbed my backpack with my school books, and a duffle bag into which I shoved what little clothing I owned that was decent. In the background I heard the sliding door open and close. 'Good. At least 'John' is gone', I thought. As I rooted through the drawers in my bureau, I heard Mom come to my bedroom door, but I cut her off before she could begin, saying "I'm not going to talk about this, Mom. I'm just leaving." The voice that sounded was not Mom's, it was John "Well, I'm not much for small talk anyway, but you're not going anywhere for a while. You're mom changed her mind and said that I could leave a few marks 'cause you're being such a bad child" and with that the back of his hand, he smashed me across the check. He chuckled as I stood there, utterly stunned, and 'John' continued saying "She did say not to break anything, but you know she's not around and if you fight too much, well let's just say 'accidents happen'." John then grabbed me and yanked me around, punched me in the back of the head and then pushed my head down, forcing me to bend over. Then with his other hand he grabbed my pants and yanked them down. "My what do we have here. Such cute little fuck-me panties. You must have worn them just for me boy. Did your mamma tell you 'Daddy' was coming and to dress up so purty for him?" I heard him unzip his pants. Understanding what he intended, I struggled to extract myself from his grip, but John, who was surprisingly strong for an over-weight man, clobbered me hard above the ear. "No, please don't, don't do this, I plead." "That's right boy just keep begging, love it when they beg. Gonna have you begging for more here in just a sec." I hear him spit and then he's shoving his hard dick side me. I try to tighten up so he can't get in and he slaps my ass hard and shoves my head into the wall. "You let me in first boy then you can squeeze" and with that he viciously shoves his cock into me. "NO, NO, DON'T! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" "Oh yeah, boy, I'm going to get off in you. Don't worry about that none," and with another cruel thrust he shoved harder into my ass, again slapping me in the back of my skull. I was dizzy from his last slap and my ears were ringing, so I just stood there, bent over, my head against the wall as he fucked me hard. As he did so, I remember thinking 'How can this be happening to me?' Suddenly John's cock was jerked out of my ass and his weight fell off me. For a second I stood there, trying to get my balance, when I felt the trailer shaking. Looking around, I saw Jason had one hand around John's cock and my mom's cutting knife in his other hand. The cutting blade was resting under John's balls. "You like it rough?" Jason seethed, hissing through his clenched teeth, "well, this knife is a bit too sharp for me to make it rough for you, but I'm ok with that." A small smear of blood trickled across the knife blade, and down 'John's' thigh. "Fuck, no, DON'T! Please! Don't!" "You know, I believe I just heard my LOVER say the same thing to you and how did you respond? I believe you told him to keep on begging." Jason was face is crimson with rage, and he was practically spitting in the other man's face. I notice that the blood was running a bit more quickly, and I could tell Jason was close to killing this piece-of-shit-of-a-man, and I knew I'd loose him if that happened. "Love, please," I gasped, "I need your help, please," I begged him. "Just let him go, and let's get the fuck out of here." Jason looked at me, and then back at John. "If I ever see you again, I'll fuckin' kill you, and if I ever see you near my lover I'll kill you slowly. Do I make myself clear?" The terrified man nodded. "Now get the fuck out of here," and with that Jason shoves the bastard down the hall. I could hear 'John' scrambling to get out the sliding door and then he was gone. In turn, I dropped to the floor, not believing what had transpired, shaking and sobbing. I couldn't control myself. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the tremors. Then Jason was there. holding me tightly. "Oh my god, love, I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner. I saw your mother leave and thought she was upset and letting you pack. Fuck! Your own mother left you with him! No never mind that. I never want you to have to come back here. Helping me to my feet, he herded me to the exit. "Wait, I need my backpack." "I will get you new clothing. There is NOTHING in this fucking hell hole you need!" "Jason, I need my backpack." "I'll get you new clothing." "Jason, its my school books I need. My math book." "I'll get you a new math book." "Jason, I need that specific book." "Why?" "'Cause that's the one I had when I met you. That's the first problem you helped me solve. I need that book." Jason stood there staring at me, then clutched me tighter to his chest, sobbing and shaking as much as was I. "Lover, you have no idea how proud I am of you, and how much you mean to me." With that Jason grabbed my back pack and we were gone.