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Chapter 1 Men in various stages of undress surrounded me on all sides. Some were here for the music, moving in time with the techno rhythm. Others were here for the sex, fucking and getting fucked all over the club. Some were here to socialize, chatting with their friends on sofas. But all here were gay, and most were on drugs; a stark contrast to the closeted and vanilla offerings in my small town. This was my first night out in the big city, having moved here some months ago, with the few gay friends I had made promising it would be a fun- and sex-filled night. Moving past the throng of muscle-clad bodies, I spotted him. I recognized him almost immediately among the crowd: at 2 meters, he stood far taller than most people there, his 5 o’clock shadow peppered with grey, his face rough and wrinkled – typical for someone in his 50s. He was a mammoth of a man, definitely over 120 kilos, and while many at the party would have dismissed him because he didn’t have a sixpack, I much preferred his build: gigantic, clearly powerful from years of work at the gym, as if his goal was perpetually to bulk and never to cut. He looked just like he did those few times I saw him at the gym: sweaty and red-faced – probably the result of hard drugs circulating through his system rather than a hard workout – except for the fact he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Oddly enough, aside from his stubble, he had completely shaved off every trace of body hair, and odder still, I found it perfectly complemented his gargantuan build: every inch of his frame was exposed, his muscles accentuated by the sheen of sweat that would normally be obscured by body hair, making him appear even bigger, more threatening. I catch a brief glimpse of the monster hanging between his legs and my hole twitched. A thick, uncut piece of meat travelling down his thigh, perfectly framed by thick balls, bulging veins traveling along its length and disappearing into his crotch. The head poked out just a little through the foreskin, glistening as a few drops gathered at the tip. Whether it was precum, piss, or sweat, I didn’t care; I needed to have him in me. “Luke! Let’s go!” hearing my name, I snapped back to the present, and continued with my friend, Alex, to the toilets to snort some lines and take some G. Reminding myself not to stare so blatantly, I rushed over, and as soon as the drugs took effect, I threw myself into the moment: dancing, chatting, flirting, making out with hot guys left and right. The jockstrap that formed the entirety of my outfit made sure I attracted a lot of attention. But no matter how much I tried to avoid it, my mind kept going back to the guy from the gym, skimming the crowd in hopes of catching another glimpse of his immense frame and giant cock. Alex was talking to me about some hot Cuban guy he sucked off in the bathroom, and while I wasn’t really following the conversation, I immediately noticed when he went quiet, his eyes locked on to something behind me, towering over me. Feeling a hand on my shoulder and a hard dick brush up against my lower back, I froze too, hoping it was him. Here he was, two hours since I spotted him in the crowd, his breath hot on my ear, his beard scratching the goosebumps that prickled up on the back of my neck. “Hey there bitch”, he said in a low rumble. “I’ve seen you looking at me from across the room.” My face immediately turned red, and my heart skipped a beat. Shit, I thought I was being discreet! “I’ve also seen you drooling over me at the gym. Yeah, I remember you. I saw your faggot eyes sneak a peek at my junk in the locker room whenever they got the chance.” He took a step closer, his hard cock sliding up my back as he pressed his body to mine. He cast a forceful glance at Alex, who just nodded and disappeared into the crowd, instinctively knowing to leave me to this monster of a man. “Now listen here bitch. You want this dick?” I nodded. “Then there are some ground rules you have to follow. First, what I say, goes. I tell you to lick piss off the floor? You do it. I tell you to present your pussy to some thug on the street? You fucking do it. The moment you say ‘no’ is the moment you’re never getting this dick again. Understood?” Fuck, this was serious. Hesitating, I nod. “Good. Second, I got used to a certain way of fucking, and I’m not about to change that. My bitches better be fucked up when they get fucked. So you want my load? You’re gonna get a fuckload of drugs shoved up that pussy before my dick goes in. You want another load after that? Well shit, kid, you’re gonna get even more spun. You got that?” “Y-yes…?” I answer. “Now the best part is where those two rules interact” he continued. “Remember rule number one? What I say, goes. So if I want to dump another load up that cunt, I’m gonna do just that, and if you refuse, no more dick. But then there’s rule number two. So before I pump another load into you, I’ll pump you full of more drugs.” Fuuuuuuck! My heart and mind were racing, terrified, but my dick was rock-hard and my hole was tingling in anticipation. In the two months since I’ve moved here, I had wasted no time embracing my inner slut: I’ve had sex on drugs before, and even sucked off a guy in the middle of the dance floor tonight. But this was a whole different level I wasn’t entirely sure I was prepared for. “So you better hope I’m done soon, bitch. But I doubt it. You’ll be speaking gibberish by the end of the night, if you’re lucky. And if you aren’t… let’s just hope I’m done with you by the time you pass out, because if I’m not, well, the rules still apply. I’ll drug you, and I’ll fuck you, and this time you can’t say no.” My dick was leaking precum, and a small groan escaped my lips as I felt his cock throb against my back, picturing it pumping a load into my guts. “So what’ll it be?” he asked. But something about his tone told me he already knew my answer. I could stop at any time, I told myself. I could just let him fuck me once, twice maybe, and then simply refuse anything that came after. I took a deep breath, and nodded. “Good boy. Now, let’s get you fucked up reeeeeeeal good.” Heart thumping, I followed his glistening naked body across the dance floor to a half-empty sofa on the other side. Grabbing me by my arm, he roughly sat me down on one end, briefly interrupting the casual chat two guys were having on the other side. Reaching under my legs, he easily pulled me down the sofa cushion until I was lying on my back, and lifted my legs over my head. “Alright bitch. Put your fingers in that sweet cunt of yours and open it wide for daddy.” Quietly, I obeyed, as he reached into his fanny pack and took out a baggie filled with white powder, opening it up, and bringing it close to my hole. “You ready to fly, bitch?” I could feel the adrenaline taking over as the powder tipped ever closer to the edge of the bag, the reality of what was about to happen starting to hit me. Looking at him with fear in my eyes, once again, I nodded. “Fuck yeah,” he said, and started pouring the drugs into me, slowly at first, but then tipping the baggie until more started falling out, quickly surpassing what I would consider a normal amount of any drug, then twice that amount, and still, he continued. He grinned as he saw the terrified look on my face. “You wanna know what’s in here?” he asked, a playful smile taking over his face. I realized at that point that I had no idea what he was putting in me, so caught up I was in the moment. Once more, I nodded, wide-eyed, watching him shake out a little more powder before closing the baggie and putting it away. If at least I knew what it was, I could prepare myself for whatever high, however strong, was coming my way. “Fuck if I know!” he laughed. “I found that baggie on the floor over there. Guess we’re both in for a surprise soon.” He spit on my hole, rubbing the glob in with his thick, calloused finger. “You two!” he barked at the guys sitting next to us, now transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of them. “Spit!” he commanded, extending an open hand in front of them. They quickly obliged, watching him take the thick globs of spit and spread them along his throbbing dick before turning all his attention back to me. “Now, open wide, bitch!”

Part 11 Evan: I was really surprised when a guy on the floor wanted to hookup. He was one of those quiet types that I originally thought was straight until I found him on the gay hookup apps and later washing a butt plug in the bathroom late one Sunday night. I told him I was interested and hoped he'd follow me back to the urinal for some quick fun, but he didn't. Danny was cute if a little skinny and hairless. I usually went for furry guys like myself and bigger too. But having a top guy down the hall sounded too good to pass up. When we did hook up, the sex was good. He liked it bare and was into more than just a pump and dump. Danny loved to rim which surprised me and his tongue knew what to do. He spent more time rimming me than the entire hookup lasted with most guys I met. He would fuck even longer than that, too. I wondered what other surprises he might have for me, since his vanilla facade appeared to be hiding a much kinkier guy. We fucked for several days in a row and then he told me he couldn't meet since he had gotten an STD. I hoped it hadn't come from me, but I didn't see the usual drip from my dick. If it was from someone else, I probably had gotten it too. He was shocked when I told him I still wanted to meet but he still showed up. I was no stranger to picking up something. It comes with the territory when you hookup with a lot of guys. I don't go looking for them, but if I get them from a guy, another fuck or two with him won't hurt before we go to get treated. As expected, my dick was soon leaking. We had kept hooking up until I saw the drip from my own cock. Danny and I hit the clinic together after a week of bug filled sex. It was his first time catching something and he really felt ashamed and kept apologizing. The clinic wanted to do a full set of blood tests once they saw my history, so I figured what the hell since it had been a while. I was going to wait until the STDs had cleared and then I caught some flu thing, probably from standing in the rain at a protest on campus. It was a couple weeks after my visit to the clinic before I went back for the blood draw. I forgot to ask him if he did it too until the day before I went to get my results. I knew that barebacking without going on PrEP was risky, but I figured by choosing partners carefully I could dodge the bullet. The bear gathering at a campground last Spring where I spent a day in the sling taking loads was the riskiest thing I'd done and all I got from that was a nasty rash from poison ivy. I knew right away who had given me HIV, since I'd only had sex with one guy for the past month. Danny seemed to be the safest fuck I'd had in a couple years. Except he wasn't. After a day of thinking it through, I realized that I was just as responsible as anyone. I hadn't done anything to prevent it. I played with fire and got burned. It took a while for the whole story to come out of Danny and I realized he was as innocent as he appeared and some sick motherfuckers had taken advantage of him and gave him a trifecta of STDs to unknowingly pass on. He had no idea how many guys he may have given HIV to, but it seemed to be into the double digits. When I updated my profiles to change my status I suddenly got a bunch of messages from guys wanting to fuck or get fucked by me. I had heard there was a group of guys that loved the risk of playing with poz guys and some that actively wanted to get infected. A newly poz guy like me was like an injured doe to a that pack of wolves. It actually helped my mental state knowing that I was still a desirable hookup and I decided to put off going on medication right away. Part of my acceptance was to proudly proclaim my new status. I had already been thinking about getting inked, but this seemed like a good place to start. I had seen many different tattoos over the past few years showing a guy was poz and while they had initially made me run away, I learned that not all guys with them were infectious. I asked Danny for advice, but he was so naive he didn't even know which symbols hinted at poz guys. If he'd known, then he might have been able to avoid getting pozzed. My thoughts leaned toward a plain biohazard until I saw one with a bear paw in the center. While I wasn't a bear quite yet, it fit my cub-like appearance. Cubs had paws, too. The next question was where. I had seen a few different placements and my first thought was to put it on my arm. That was until I saw some porn videos online that gave me a lot of other ideas. Danny did give me some good advice about putting it on the front of my body, so I could see it better. He even suggested a place to get inked. -- Danny: "If the tattoo is on your back, you can't see it very easy. I guess it would be visible to everyone else, though. I think your chest would be better" I told Evan. He nodded before asking me "Are you going to make a new profile? Lots of guys should be experiencing that fuckin great cock, not just my hairy ass." I figured this was when he was going to tell me he didn't want to see me again. "I think I'm going to take a break and figure out what to do. The doctor wants me to start treatment right away" I replied. Evan laughed a little and said "Yeah, he told me that too. I'm going to wait until after the semester ends. There seem to be a lot of guys that want to hookup with poz guys. One guy even offered me money to knock him up. I just haven't topped a guy since last Spring." He looked at me with a grin and then raised his eyebrows. It took a few seconds for me to pick up what he wanted but then he said it to make sure. "Show me that ass and let me find out if this poz fuckstick still works" he snarled at me. My libido had plummeted since I found out I had HIV, but suddenly I was horny as fuck. His bushy beard felt surprisingly good when he began to rim my ass. It took me back to those first times with Stu, feeling a tongue lap over and poke into my hole and giving me waves of pleasure. The beard against my ass added another dimension and made my body tingle. My ass was tight since I hadn't gotten fucked since the football game, but Evan knew what he was doing and had me ready for his cock after ten minutes of tongue and finger play. Like the second time Stu fucked me, Evan wasn't gentle. One thrust planted him deep into my ass. It probably was only a couple inches, but felt like a foot. I yelled into his mattress it hurt so bad. He was thicker than Stu and about the same length when hard. Evan let me get used to it and added more spit. I could tell he hadn't fucked anyone for a while, or maybe just wanted to get revenge for me pozzing him. After a few minutes, though, I got used to being fucked again. Most of the pain faded away and the pleasure was just like I remembered. Evan may have preferred being a bottom, but he was damn good at topping. His bare cock felt amazing drilling into my ass. With only a little spit and not much precum, I could really feel his cock with each stroke. The drips of sweat off his body turned me on too. Evan's hands gripped my shoulders and he used that to make sure that every thrust got all of his cock in me. "Fuck, that's a sweet pussy" Evan growled, leaning closer to my back. I could feel his heavy breath on my neck which was followed by his sweaty, hairy chest on my back. He had a lot more fur on his chest and stomach than Stu did and he let it grow instead of trimming it. I really liked the feeling and hoped that this wasn't going to be the only time Evan fucked me. "Ya like knowing ya got a toxic dick in ya?" Evan growled out. I realized at that point that I may have only gotten fucked by unmedicated poz guys so far. "I can't tell that it's poz but if feels fuckin awesome" I told him before clamping my ass around his cock. Evan chuckled and began to pound me harder. A few minutes later, he grunted and gave one hard shove before he growled like a bear. His cock was throbbing in my ass and I knew he was cumming inside me, filling me up with the bug that I'd given him. He laid there on top of me for a few minutes until he was breathing normally again. Evan slipped out of me and reached under his pillow, pulling out a plug. One spit on the end and he shoved it in my ass. "Uh... when I found you washing that plug in the bathroom, it came out of your ass, didn't it? You had it holding in all those bug infested loads you'd taken that weekend, right?" Evan said. I turned around facing him and was embarrassed, but said "Yeah, I just didn't know that they were trying to infect me." Feeling the plug in my ass made all my worries vanish. It took me back to the simpler days where I could enjoy a guy's cum soaking into my well fucked hole and look forward to it happening again the next day. "Don't worry, you didn't know what they were doing. Uh... So... how do you feel about intentionally giving your bug to a guy?" Evan asked. -- Stu: I'd been fucking this guy I'd met at the bath house. The first time I saw him he had just arrived in a shirt and tie right from the office. He was about my age, a few inches taller and perfectly manscaped. He said he'd just got out of a eight year relationship and wanted to play around before he found his next boyfriend. We'd met a couple times and I was waiting for him to arrive. I was sitting in the steam room talking with Gio about the delivery guy that he'd just finished charging up. "When he showed up last night he looked like shit, fevered and said he hurt all over. The glands in his neck were really swollen too. He'll never figure out it was me, he always showed up with at least one load in his ass. I think he took the term 'tips' literally" Gio said, laughing. That's when my latest project showed up. He looked a little shocked that I was talking to Gio and wouldn't come too close. I finally got up and we headed off to his room. He closed the door and said "You know that guy?" he asked. I lied and said "A little. He's around here a lot so we talk occasionally. Why?" "Just keep it to talking. You saw his biohazard tattoo? I heard he likes to give guys as many diseases as he can. One guy I know got HIV from just one fuck with him. Another got a couple different STDs" the guy said as he knelt down and took my cock into his mouth. I wanted to say "Yeah, he's the one that pozzed me and we've shared lots of bugs over the years" but I stayed quiet. I held him down on my cock, waiting until he struggled to get off and get some oxygen into his lungs. I did that a couple times so my cock was coated with his spit and throat slime. He looked up at me, wondering if he should go down again or if it was time for me to fuck him. I had already decided that this was going to be our last fuck. It was time for me to find another fertile hole to breed. I wasn't going to get too invested like I had with Danny. My cock took one more plunge into his mouth and he sucked on it for a couple minutes until my hand forced his head into my pubes. Like before, I held him there until he tried to pull free and then held him there another ten count. He had almost passed out and was in a daze when I allowed him to breathe again. I dragged him up to the bed and got him on all fours. Two spits and a shove and my cock was tearing back into his hole. He had told me at our first meet that he had only had vanilla sex and wanted to try getting more adventurous. I told him I liked it rough and that's how I fucked him. Twenty minutes of thrusts earned him load number five. His ass was really wrecked and I let him rest a bit while I let my balls refill. For his final fuck, I rolled him on his back and got his legs over my shoulders. This was the first time I'd fucked him missionary and I was surprised that he kept his eyes shut the whole time. I didn't last as long and load number six shot into him less than fifteen minutes later. I pulled out and he whimpered at the empty feeling in his ass. "When do you want to meet again?" he asked as I wiped my cock off with the towel. "I don't really like to fuck the same guy more than a few times. It feels too much like a relationship and I think we're getting to that point. See ya around" I said as I walked out the door. -- Danny: I couldn't believe that Evan was asking me if I wanted to purposely give HIV to another guy. I had already infected him and probably several other guys without knowing. "I don't think I could do that" I replied. "Oh... He really wants it and I thought it would be kinda hot tag teaming him with you. The one that is gonna pay me I'll do myself but we could probably poz this other guy with one try" Evan said. I looked at him with the most confused look I could muster. "Really? I'm all freaked out about what I did and you're planning on doing it on purpose?" I said. He got a big, evil grin on his face and nodded. "If they want it, why not?" Wednesday evening Evan and I went in to the adult bookstore that had a small theater in it. We went up the stairs to the balcony and found the target there. He looked to be another college student and was my age according to the profile Evan showed me. His pics seem to match, too . I also saw their conversation and the other student asked numerous times if Evan and I were toxic. We put the guy on all fours and I fed him my cock and Evan took his ass, working a few fingers and forcing some spit in. Evan leaned forward after prepping the guy's hole and said "Last chance to change your mind." The guy pulled off my cock a moment and yelled back "Do IT!" before swallowing my cock again. Evan motioned for me to hold the guy's head and once my cock was stuffed into his throat Evan shoved in. The scream was loud enough for the guys downstairs to look up. I heard a few laughs from below and the sound of two bodies slamming together right next to me. Evan was fucking the guy a lot harder than he had fucked me and the expression on his face made him look like he was possessed. Ten minutes of drilling culminated in a loud growl that got the attention of the guys downstairs again. I heard one guy below yell out "Yeah! Knock his ass up!" I wondered if they knew what we were trying to do. I caught a glimpse of the bottom's face and he looked stunned. When Evan had pulled his cock out of the guy, we swapped spots. Without a word, I drove my cock into the open, cum filled hole. I heard the bottom whimper, but I didn't know if that was from me entering his ass or tasting the cum on Evan's still hard cock. The blowjob had gotten me close so I didn't last as long as Evan. Almost, but not quite. He got a huge load though. I'd been saving it up from the moment Evan told me we were meeting the "chaser." It was a new term I hadn't heard before. I fingered a bit of the cum from his ass and tasted it. It tasted a little funny and Evan saw my expression. "Can you taste blood?" he asked and I shrugged my shoulders. We swapped spots again. He scooped some of the cum up and smiled. "Yeah, he's torn up. You can tell by the copper taste" Evan said as he jammed two fingers into the bottom's hole and twisted them around roughly. The next two fucks were quick. We each lasted only five minutes before we pumped another load into the guy. The bottom guy passed me a plug after I pulled out the second time and I laughed. The plug slid in easily and I tapped it a few times to make sure it was seated. He really needed a bigger one. The bottom moaned and I saw Evan crouch down in front of him. "It's a potent strain, but let me know if it doesn't take" he told the bottom before standing up. We tossed our clothes back on and left the guy laying on the sticky floor. -- Evan: I knew Danny was still a freaked out about pozzing a bunch of guys without knowing. We kept hooking up because I needed to get laid and he was good and convenient. While it was easy to find bottoms looking for a poz top, finding tops to fuck me was a bigger challenge. I'm pretty sure Danny only did it since he knew he couldn't poz me again and was horny. Each time he got more relaxed, though. Almost ten guys were begging me to give them my toxic cum and every day seemed to add another one. The doctor had told me that my viral load was over four hundred thousand and I should avoid sex unless the other guy was already poz and to still play safe. One guy offered to pay me a stupid amount of money to breed him until he converted. Five hundred after the first fuck and the rest when he tested poz. He wanted proof of my viral load before we fucked, but that was it. It was kind of funny since most guys that wanted to see test results wanted the opposite results. Looking back, Danny had fucked me every day for almost two weeks and then a week after that I got the flu which I now knew was when I was converting. I wasn't sure I was up for that much fucking, but I figured a week straight and then one or two more should do it. While my interest level usually depended on our chemistry, the money was a good incentive. We set up a day and time to start once the chaser got finished with a project. In the mean time, it had been so long since I topped I wanted to know if I could perform for the chaser. Danny was a little surprised but willingly took my dick. Most tops that I knew were terrible bottoms and only did it when they were too wasted to get it up. Danny was really good, though. When he claimed to be versatile he really was. He might have even liked getting fucked as much as I did. That always makes it more fun for the top. Or tops. I'm sure the group that gave him the STDs loved fucking him. Even an eighty percent bottom like me wanted to fuck him more. He was the first guy to get my charged load and as good as it felt I wanted to breed someone that wasn't already poz. I had read that it was a real rush knowing you were breeding a neg hole. I wanted to see if it was true. There was a week before my paying victim was going to be available so I looked at the other guys that wanted my bug. It took a little arm twisting but I got Danny to join me for the first one. We met him at one of the bookstores and Danny told me he had only sucked a few guys off in the glory holes there. I'd been fucked dozens of times there in almost every room. Even the creepy guy behind the counter had fucked me against a wall. We found the guy for our meet just like he'd promised. It was a little surprising since I expected him to flake. I did him first, getting some spit in his hole and then fingering him so he was ready for my cock. A few fingernails might have scraped him up inside, but he didn't complain. Danny fed him cock which seemed to keep him occupied until my cock drilled into him. Three days of no release made sure my balls were full and the barely lubed thrusts really tore him up. I pumped a big load into his ass and let it get forced in with a minute of slow strokes. Usually my cock softens quickly after I shoot my load but not this time. Danny and I swapped spots and he fucked just as hard as I did. He didn't last very long but I bet the cum filled hole pushed him over the edge. Danny tasted some of the cum and remarked about it tasting funny. When I went back for my next turn, I took a quick taste and knew the bottom's ass was wrecked. He was well on his way to shooting his own toxic seed. We each dumped another load in the chaser and I was spent. While I wouldn't turn down a cock fucking me, I had nothing left if someone wanted mine. When we were done, the guy passed a butt plug back to Danny to lock our viral swimmers in. I told the chaser to let me know if it didn't take and we'd try again, but I never heard from him again.

Chapter 13 hope you all enjoy don't worry we will get back to the main gang and there hunt for Gray soon and i have plans for poor Conner who may get his dream of being a sex zombie soon enough 😈 13 - no good deed goes unpunished Karl and Shiro walked around the perimeter of the darkened Gentech building, flashlights scanning the grass and pathway for any signs of Andy. They had both heard the strange howls even mid fuck Karl had brushed them off but his favorite Twinkie Cock sleeve had been spooked, so when Andy did not answer the radio or his phone Shiro had been too worried about Andy to finish the fun they had started. So now Karl was pissed off with Andy and frustrated his semi hard cock still leaking precum forming a noticeable damp patch on his combats. “yu know this is just a waste o’ Feckin time right, he’s just fucking around causing a ruckus so we come a runnin” the rough voice Harsh in the silence as Karl stopped and lit his cigar puffing smoke into the night air. Shiro turned and shook his head “no something's up Andy may throw his tantrums now and then but this doesn't feel right” he paused the smell of the cigar smoke hitting him and making shudder as his cock sutured again, Karl knew the effect it had on him and the old bastard was grinning at his shudder, he was enjoying this. “Anyway, how did he make those noises huh?” Karl shrugged and grinned taking a moment to blow more pungent smoke into the air around Shiro, watching the twink squirm and his pants grow tighter in the torch light. The thought drifted into his mind that he knew the little man's buttons so well he could probably make him cream right now with just with a few words in the right tone but the fun would have to wait much to his annoyance. He shrugged again and sighed “kay you got a point but I still think the lazy fuck is back here jackin it or someat not like he’s getting any from home poor fuck” Its was around 20 mins later they found the piss-stained wall, the blatant signs of a struggle, Andys cloths and kit looking like it had been ripped off and scattered haphazardly in the long grass. Karl found stamped down the area dripping in a black oily substance, found the pool of the ooze streaked with what could only be blood at the ass end of a human imprint still clearly viable, and the radio only a few feet away would have been just out of reach. Shiro's was the first to speak his voice barley a whisper “what the fuck happened here … where's Andy?” Karl shook his head his torch beam lighting up the grassland in front of them. His mind raced seeing two trails leading into the near perfect darkness of the field. one was larger probably the people that had done this the other was likely only one person could be Andy looking for help. “Not a fuckin clue kid but whatever it was is long gone … but I think Andy stumbled off lookin for help” Shiro nodded his eyes wide “should we call it in?” his hands already reaching for the radio at collar but was stopped by Karl’s hand on his pushing it back down. “nah boy would be stuck ‘ere answering dumb questions first we find the fuck up and then we tell the high ups” As he spoke, he was already striding with confidence he did not feel into the Darkness followed by his young companion, not knowing what he would find and unaware that this small choice may have doomed the world as he knew it. …....................................................... Rashid and Rick were 10 minuets out when they got the call for from dispatch about a collapsed male convulsing and turning gray likely overdose, dispatch was unclear on the full details as the person calling was distraught and hard to understand, possibly also drunk given the area the call had come from. Rick looked over and shrugged as he flicked on the sirens and headed for the location “I'm guessing hoax or another dog” the elder man muttered as the lights of the city flew past his reflection in the window screen, a grizzled man in his late fifties that had seen too much. When they arrived and Rashid jumped out of the ambulance first it was a hot night and he was down to a tight T-shirt which showed off his muscular arms and chest his EMT jacket left discarded on the seat, medical backpack in one hand leaving Rick to speak with dispatch. The young man did not expect to see the strange scene In front of him. The blue strobing lights of the ambulance illuminated three women around an almost naked man his shirt open and his pants and underwear around his ankles exposing a penis so large Rashid had to do a double take his skin from his ankles to the base of his neck was an almost solid grey with black veins clearly visible like an ink spiderweb and he was cut muscles clearly visible under the toned strange coloured skin and he was laying in a pool of what looked like oil seeming to be smeared with the same substance. The man a guy Rashid would put not far his own age was unmoving with a blond woman hitting his chest and shouting Jamie which must be his name. The ambulance tech knelt next to Jamie trying to avoid the oily substance and asked for Laura to move away while he worked. Partially to get some space partially to get her out of that pool. He unzipped the bag and began to work checking the man's pulse and breathing, as he did, he fired a barrage of questions to the woman “when had they found him?”, “Was he responsive?”, “Had he been drinking tonight?” and “did he take anything other than alcohol?” The woman answered as best as they could and Rashid got the full story of the night up to Laura leaving. Rick jumped out of the ambulance still on with dispatch when he saw Jamie and his eyes widened in shock a few rushed words later and the radio went silent, Jake rushed to the back of the ambulance and pulled out the gurney rolling up the pair on the ground rick whispered “how's he doing?” as he knelt down next to his college Rashid shook his head looking directly into Ricks eye’s. the young man's pulse and breathing were too fast and too weak he doubted he would even make it to the hospital given his condition “look ladies I'm going to need to get him to the hospital right now” as he was speaking, He helped Rick get the young man on the gurney trying to avoid spreading the oily substance quickly giving up as it coated everything in a film of filth, they moved quickly to the ambulance explaining to the women as they went where they needed to go and the two that had been stood back holding the sobbing blond women all of them in shock. Rashid jumped in the back and sealed the doors locking himself in with Jamie as Rick climbed back into the front and began to drive away, As the ambulance began to move Jamie began to convulse again and Rashid noticed the discoloration had spread across the man's head and feet and under the sounds of Jamie's abrupt movements and the sounds of the speeding ambulance a strange cracking and popping noise, he failed to notice Jamie's limbs and elongating or the last of his fat stores being converted to muscle as he turned to an overhead locker. Rashid had his back turned when Jamie opened his eyes for the first time the black orbs focusing on the Rashids movements as he reached into an overhead locker pulling out a bag of clear fluid and an IV kit the new creature sniffed the air treated to a heady mix of his masters cum, his piss and the male’s sweat it let out a groan of need and Rashid spun around at the noise from his patient. “Jamie … Jamie can you hear me my name is Rashid I'm an EMT you were found unconscious in an alleyway” As he spoke, he had pulled a pen light and leaned down to check Jamie's eyes pulling back slightly at the sight of the pure black orbs looking back at him. The moment of confusion is when the creature struck. Before Rashid could react, Jamie's mouth was pressed against his and he felt the man's long tongue invade his mouth and throat, he gaged Pushed Jamie off and stumbled away coughing his eyes shot to the emergency intercom but his thoughts felt sluggish and he found it hard to think. Jamie sat up on the gurney as he watched Rashid try to form a plan to get help. He could tell the moment the man’s mind stopped fighting; it was when his eyes were moving across Jamie's body instead of the wall behind him. He could see the look of revulsion turn to a look of desire as Rashid's eyes fixed on his dick which had begun to grow hard. Jamie pulled the remainder of his shirt off and let the jeans caked in his makers cum fall to the ground before he stood his veins had begun to pulse with an eerie green light Rashid could not understand why he was not feeling fear or disgust at the man In front of him he knew should be feeing both but instead he felt a heat in his chest and it spread across his body washing away his anxiety replacing it with a need for the Adonis before him, He broke out in a sweat and didn’t even question himself as his hands moved to his T-shirt and pulled off the sweat-soaked fabric letting it drop to the floor revealing his glistening body with its pelt of dark hair. Jamie moved forward like a predator his eyes not leaving his shirtless pray his grey arm reached out long fingers hooking the man by the belt pulling him slowly closer when he was close enough it let go of the belt and warped the arm around Rashid's waist, its other hand delicately lifted the man's head by the chin Jamie looked down into large confused brown eyes and soft lips trying to say something but before words could be formed Jamie kissed him deeply the tongue exploring the helpless mouth to a moan of pleasure. Jamie tongue withdrew and he began to lick and sniff down Rashid's neck and shoulder lifting his muscled arm to gain access to the armpit moist with sweat the creature let out a growl before burying its face as far as it could go its tongue lapping up the salty sweat savouring the taste and sent of the cavernous pit before moving to the next. Rashid shook with pleasure in the creature's grip unable to do anything but breathlessly whimper at the building pleasure. Next it moved down to the nipples nipping and teasing the sensitive areas it could see it was having the desired effect as Rashid’s cock strained against the fabric of his trousers as he groaned and shuddered his submission to the creature. Jamie's hands made quick work of the belt, as his mouth continue to work the stiff sensitive nipples of its pray, pulling the leather free and letting it fall to the metal floor. Next the sweat drenched trousers were ripped from the man's body their torn remains being discarded revealing his hairy muscled legs and tented white briefs. Jamie’s gray fingers moved over the fabric of the underwear that barley contained the straining cock a thick patch of precum already forming, as the fingers brushed the sensitive flesh beneath the cotton Rashid let out a low chocked gasp the creature spent a moment rubbing the bulge, this pulled more moans and gasps from his pray and the creature felt itself growing harder at the sounds. Before he lifted Rashid like he weighed nothing and placed on the gurney still covered in the black cum of Jamie's maker the potent foul liquid seeping into Rashid's pores as its pheromones overwhelmed his brain. Jamie stepped between the hairy muscular legs of his pray and looked down in the man's dazed eyes his mouth trying to form words as he spasmed from the pleasure of the creature's hand caressing his confined cock. the creature ran its fingers though a pool of the black corruption on the gurney and as he opened his mouth to moan again pushed them inside, he squatted down and began to kiss and lick his way down the prone body of his pray. tongue moving down the moaning shuddering body licking up the sweat from his chest to his abdomen it continued to form and glisten on the hairy pelt a musk irresistible to the creature. The helpless EMT whimpered and squirmed at the slow and carful exploration of the corrupted tongue moving ever lower until it hit the thin sweat-soaked cotton of his underwear. a guttural purr of satisfaction erupted from the creature. Jamie’s dick was hard as steel and leaking the black virus laden fluid that would change Rashid forever. Rashid was in what felt like a dream he could barely think as he sucked on the fingers in his mouth, Jamie's fingers he remembered he tried to fight against the fog in his mind tried to reach for the intercom to alert Rick he reached for the button… but as every part of him was sniffed and licked and the taste of whatever was coating those fingers, he relaxed again his mind slipping back to blissful pleasure the hand dropping back to the gurney only inches from his salvation. Rashid’s legs hung from the edge of the gurney and he could feel Jamie's erection pressing against his thigh leaving a trail of sticky fluid where it touched. Then there was the glorious sensation of Jamie snuffling at his crotch, sucking and licking him though the underwear causing him to choke out another moan. A growl ripped from the creature's chest and the fingers disappeared from his mouth, the thin fabric holding his dick back was torn away allowing Jamie access to the six inches of hard tanned meat that throbbed Intime with his prays heartbeat, Rashid’s eyes rolled back as the creature’s hot wet mouth engulfed his rock-hard dick expertly sucking him, his hands were now on the creature’s head and his legs over its shoulders pulling himself deeper into the corrupted maw as he whimpered out half sobs at the sensation knowing he never wanted it to stop. Jamie’s hands moved to his own throbbing member to scoop up the dripping toxic precum the oily substance coating his fingers the hand quickly moved back to the helpless prays rear as he sucked on its beautiful cock his fingers tested and tested the man's tight ring the black oily cum lubricating it just enough for a long gray finger to slip inside allowing the malignant toxin into the moist cavern of Rashid's anus. he let out another surprised gasp as the finger hit his prostate only to be joined by a second the fingers danced inside him only slipping out to scoop up more venomous black cum then back into his hole spreading the virus laden precum to Rashid’s cries of ecstasy. The nails scratching his delicate innards with each entry making more channels for the virus enter its new host. Jamie stopped sucking and stood letting the man's cock slap onto his hairy stomach he pulled his fingers from the prepped opening which gaped and winked as a trickle of black cum slid out, Rashid groaned at the emptiness he felt, with his legs already on Jami’s shoulders it was easy for the creature to slide its massive toxic weapon up his cheeks and rest the leaking head against his hole. With a growl Jamie started to push in, the hole though opened was not ready for such a massive intruder and Rashid's eyes flew open the seductive fog of pleasure gone as the pain tore through him, he thrashed and smacked his hand into the intercom as he screamed. Jamie's dick slammed into Rashid like a poisoned tipped spear as his hole gave way followed quickly by his inner ring black cum leaking deep inside him sealing his fate. the pain unbearable as Jamie pulled fully out and slammed in again Rashid thought he felt the ambulance stop as he sobbed in agony begging Jamie to stop, the creature instead began to pick up pace it was only 40 seconds later when the ambulance doors flew open and the night air swept in, the pain had already faded for Rashid his screams morphed to moans of pleasure as the world around him faded the virus burning his humanity away. Jake had slammed on the breaks at the sounds coming from the intercom it took precious seconds to be able to get out of the cab as cars sped past but when he got to the doors and threw them open he could not believe what he was seeing, The Kid they had picked up had Rashid stripped naked and pinned its impossibly massive cock slamming into the Asian man who seemed to now be moaning in pleasure his legs wrapped around the thing's waist. Jake stood stunned unable to move for almost 30 seconds before he jumped into the ambulance and grabbed the distracted creature by the waist and pulled it backwards towards the doors. Off balance Jamie lost his footing causing he and Jake tumble out of the ambulance onto the hard road. Jamie was first to his feet and screamed with rage at the elder man before diving onto on him and trying to force his tongue into the prone man's mouth. Jake struggled under the creature's weight and strength its hard cock leaking its black venom onto his shirt. He managing to get his hand free patting his belt for anything that could help him as his other arm covered his face against the asult. Shouts of alarm and honking came from nearby cars as passing drivers watched the scene unfold, the noise and lights distracted Jamie for long enough for Jake to find the small aerosol canister he was looking for unable to point it at the creatures face he aimed it at his chest and fired. The stream of Pepper spay struck the creature directly in the head of its penis it let out a bellow of pure agony and pushed away sprinting off into the darkness of the suburb its cries of pain being herd long after it was no longer viable. Jake stood and ran back to the ambulance seeing Rashid on the floor, he seemed to be unconscious sprawled in a pool of black cum and blood as Jake picked him up and took him to the front seat and strapped him in. He noticed his friend was burning up and was breathing to fast he could also see the his friends skin turning grey and black veins begin to spread forgetting Jamie now lost to the night, Jake Put his foot down and sped to the local hospital.

This is a fictional story and isn't based on anyone I know. My friends wanted to go one of those bars, you know the ones. The type that have those backrooms where guys can fuck each other. I was kinda nervous about going. I had just recently come out and I had just started going to gay bars. We had a few drinks in the bar area, and then they wanted to go back. I didn't know what to expect. We didn't have to check our clothes, it was anything goes really. It was dark, but not dark enough you couldn't see people. It was a long room, with raised benches against the wall. There were all types of guys, some in jocks, some wearing clothes. We walked around and then I saw this guy, fuck he was sexy. He was giving me a very seductive look. I was akward, I wanted to look cool but I couldn't. He grabbed me and started to kiss me. He was hot as fuck. He was 5'11, thin lean olive skin complection, curly hair, sneakers, socks, a neon jock, and a harness. We made out and before I knew it he had unzipped my pants and was rubbing my dick. He moved closer to me and put his legs up above my shoulders, moving his ass closer to my dick. I tried to tell him to stop for a second, and he was starting to move my dick towards his hole. I protested, wait wait. "Let me get a condom" I repeated a couple times. He laughed and said "baby, we don't use condoms here. Baby I only fuck raw." I pulled away. I couldn't. I only wore condoms. In fact, I had never met a bottom like this. Every single bottom I had fucked always insisted on condoms, and so did I. Another guy walked up to him. He wasn't even naked. I remember thinking this about the guy when I saw him, he looked like my friend's dad. Just a regular looking dude. He started to fuck him in the position he wanted me to fuck him on. The entire time he made eye contact at me. Then pulled me towards him and made out with me. Another guy, another regular looking guy wearing a jacket walks up and starts to fuck him. The other dude zipped up and left. And he started to make out with me more. After I woke up the next day, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I must have jerked off 4 times that day. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Just the idea. This beautiful guy, just letting any guy who wants to, fuck him with their raw dicks. I wanted to do it so bad. I wanted to be one of those guys. I checked out one of those hookup sites I had used to meet guys, and there he was. I was not intending to, but I ended up coming across it. He was a fucking whore. One pic of him in a jock and his hole. Another one with a cummy hole. One of him sucking. One of him getting a raw dick in his ass. Face pics. I picture of him getting fucked in a bathroom. His profile bio said "BBottom for dicks and cum. Submissive cumdump. Easy access. Friendly and always full of cum". to be continued part 2

I went and checked out his Twitter feed. I think this guy is creating a persona to promote his OF and JFF pages to people into Poz fetish. He has to have signed releases from everyone who appears in videos on those sites. They would be able to find him afterwards if they turned Poz through this professional relationship. Like most things online, this is all fantasy. That said, I agree that if he were really doing this that it would be a heinous thing.

Part 3 of my trip to California As I hit the poppers I didn't realize that I hit a button on the remote for the fucking machine and when I did it made the machine go slightly faster. I didn't realize it til after I had hit the bottle of poppers and looked up at the monitor and saw that when the machine would pull the dildo back how faster it went and when it came forward I could feel that the machine was putting a little more pressure and as it went forward it would also push against my hole causing the sling to go back a little bit and after a few times of that doing it I started to feel the head of the dildo start to open and stretch my hole as it finally started to enter me and when it did I was so horny that I took a couple big hits from the poppers and when the sling would move forward I slowly let my breath go as the head went in more and I picked up the remote and hit the button again and started to moan as the dildo came out and went right back in I couldn't believe how good it felt. I put the poppers and remote beside me and took my free hand and put it over my head and grabbed the chains and when I felt the sling go back a little bit then start to go forward I would pull on the chains to make the sling move a little faster and when I did I let this loud moan out as the dildo would slide in more making me feel my hole opening and stretching I would occasionally hold the sling in 1 spot so when the dildo came forward it wouldn't have that far to go and it would push in my hole and I would feel every stroke as it would hit resistance but feeling that resistance made me mire hornier. One time I held the sling back so I could feel the head of the dildo slightly touch my hole and grabbed the poppers and took 4 big hits holding the last one in I didn't look but I hit the button on the remote and I let the chains of the sling go and as it moved forward my whole lower half of my body jumped and shook as the sling moved forward because when I hit the button on the remote it went a little faster than I excepted and when the head of the dildo touched my hole and because of how quick the sling moved forward and meeting at the right time and letting go of my breath the dildo had slide completely in my hole as it started to fuck my hole and all I could do was moan and grabbed the chains. Then I heard some yelling as I would find out later the yells were from the guys watching the dildo fucking my hole. After a good 10 minutes and me shooting cum 2 times on my chest and neck I hears the door open and Shawn came in and shut the door he walked over and stopped the machine and went to the table and was messing around with his black bag. I was still feeling the first point and was hoping he was going to give me another one so quick. But when he got close I didn't see no needle or anything he had a tub of lube so I figured that is what he grabbed. He asked how I was feeling and all I could muster was oh my god that felt great. He said well we are going to do ours soon then when we do we will be coming back and have fun with you or you have fun with us then he walked behind me and grabbed me from my under arms and pulled me back and when did my head ended up hanging off the sling and he took his cock held it right over my mouth and said but I can't wait til then and I quick movement he pushed the head of his cock in mouth and started to fuck it. I thought for sure I was going to gag but I didn't and each time he would push down I could feel my throat opening and stretching as he continue to fuck my mouth and throat he leaned forward and started to put 2 fingers in my hole and when he did I would start my hole start to burn a little bit then he would slide his fingers out but then right back in and each time he did that my hole would feel like it was burning and I would get more hornier as I started to moan as his cock would go deeper and deeper. I was shocked when I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Then he stopped fucking my mouth but left the head of his cock at the back of my throat as I felt him start rubbing my hole as he reached behind me and freed my other hand and grabbed both of my hands and brought them down towards my ass and told me to pull my ass cheeks apart and when I did I felt him start squinting more more in my hole then he pulled his cock out of my mouth leaving me wanting him to go down my throat he lifted me up so my head wasn't hanging and said don't worry you get this down your throat but we need to open your hole up more. What I found out later the lube they used all night on me was laced with t and that burning feel I had when his fingers were in me he was putting shards in my hole and he went to the duffle bag and after a couple minutes with his back towards me and my hands still down by my ass I couldn't see what he was doing til he moved away and moved the machine towards me I had what he was doing the dildo on the machine wasn't as big as the 1st one but it definitely was much thicker. I had seen the head on it and said there's no way I can take that he said oh you will just relax and hit the poppers and remember reach down and spread those checks as he grabbed the remote and turned on the machine and put the remote on the table and said well be watching and when he turned the machine on I jumped as the machine wasn't set on low it was actually the same where I had it so the head would move back and forth a little to fast that I could hold the poppers and spread my ass checks so when I let my ass cheeks go to hit the poppers I would feel the head of the dildo pushing really hard on my hole and once I hit the poppers and pulled my cheeks I would feel the head of the dildo pushing and my hole slowly start to open and stretch around the head. One time I was so horny and high without thinking when I would feel my hole slightly open and stretch around the head I took a deep breath and as I let it go I pushed forward as hard as I could and then I thought I had broke the machine as I felt the entire head go in my hole as I jumped causing me to squeeze my asshole and the machine started to shake as the dildo was trying to pull back but it couldn't as my ass tightened up and when I let it loose the dildo slide right out but I didn't have time to catch my breath as the head went right back in and before I knew it I was moving my hips back and forth as the dildo was not only fucking me but stretching my hole for the 5 guys who had just walked back in the room. Part 4 coming in 2 days hope you enjoy this series so far

13. I took the train home, thinking eagerly about the jock that would be coming over soon to breed my hole. The nerdy guy’s message came through as I passed through a station, he was looking for tonight. I told him if he wanted to breed a cum filled hole to come over in a few hours. I passed a tall guy on his way out as I entered the apartment building. I wondered if he had just finished with Mike. I listened for a moment at the door before unlocking it. Mike was naked in the living room, he looked sweaty and freshly fucked. “Was that your top I passed on the way in?” “Sure was,” he bent over the couch and showed me his cum filled hole. It gaped a little, pink and inviting. “Damn, he left you open,” I said, dropping my work things by the door. I kicked off my shoes and then stripped naked in my room before coming back into the living room. “And how’s your cunt?” “See for yourself,” I got on the couch next to him and presented my hole. “Fuck, looks like you’ve been fucked recently too. I told him about my boss breeding me. “Good little cumdump.” “And I have another top coming over shorty.” Mike laughed, “Me too actually.” “Perfect, no hole unbred.” The buzzer went off, “That’s mine I’m guessing.” He rang them in. “I’ll go wait in my room, give you some privacy.” “Fuck no, on your knees faggot.” “What?” “On your knees by the couch. I hold your key, I own your hole. I want to show off my sub.” “Yes Sir,” I replied smiling, and got on my knees. There was a knock on the door. Mike opened it wide, exposing himself and me to whoever was on the other side. It was my jock. He looked taken aback. “I think I have the wrong…” he stammered looking at Mike and not noticing me. “No you’re in the right place, you’re here to breed my pig,” he gestured to me. “Fuck, I didn’t realize you were sub’s sub,” my top said stepping inside the apartment. “You own this locked boy?” “Damn right?” “And you’re locked yourself,” it was clearly just a statement not a question. “Yep. I locked myself because I love being bred, then when my roommate here found out he decided he wanted to try. So, I locked his cock and took the key. Three days later, here he is, begging for more cock.” “You want to get fucked?” “God yes,” I said speaking for the first time. “Take him into that room there, I’ve got my own top coming and I don’t feel like sharing tonight.” “Yes Sir,” said the jock, and walked towards my bedroom. I followed him closely. As soon as he was in my room he pulled his shirt off and I was hit by the intoxicating smell of sweaty man. He turned to face me, and grabbed me around my naked waist. He pulled me close to him, I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he raised one arm, flexing his muscle and exposing his pit. I dove into the musky bush and lapped at his pit. He groaned, and then forced me quickly to my knees. I hadn’t seen his cock yet, I thought, just the picture of him in the speedo. I was like a kid on Christmas morning pulling his pants off, anxious to see what was inside. He kicked his pants to the side as they fell around his ankles, and I was left face to face with a straining pair of white briefs. It was a hot sight, the toned muscular young man with a sprout of thick hair between his bulging pecs in a pair of classic white briefs. Still, I only admired the image for a moment. Impatient as I was to get his cock inside of some part of me, it was only seconds before the briefs joined his pants tossed to the side. Now, pointing straight at me was a broad, fat, mushroom headed cock erupting from a dense nest of light brown pubes. I dove in, and swallowed him till my nose was buried in those musky pubes. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, and put one hand on the back of my head to hold me still to face fuck me. I sputtered and gagged as he roughly used his mouth. My lips quickly started to hurt stretched around his girth but I made no motion for him to stop, I held my hands on his hips and let him use me. I realized when I heard the noises in the other room that we hadn’t closed the door to my room. The front door opened, there was some quick conversation and then after a long pause there was the unmistakable sound of someone else getting their face fucked. Mike was being used in the living room while I was being used in my room. I was interested to see who Mike hadn’t wanted to share but I guess that would have to wait. After maybe five minutes the jock stopped his assault on my mouth. My chin was covered in spit and phlegm, his pubes matted down with my juices. He pulled me to my feet, and for the first time kissed me roughly before knocking me onto my back on the bed. He grabbed my feet and put them on his shoulders exposing my hole to him. “You ready to get fucked dude. I’m guessing that’s a drop of cum leaking out of your cunt so I don’t need lube.” He spat on his cock and rubbed it on my well used hole. “Fucking breed me.” “Fuck yes,” and he pressed his cock forward. We both moaned as the wide expanse of his cock head stretched my cunt out. I let out my breath slowly savoring the tension of being opened that quickly gave way to ecstasy as his cock head started to probe my insides. He let out a long breath too as he bottomed out and his pubes pressed into my ass. His balls bumped heavily against my skin. “God you feel good,” he moaned in a low rumble. “Use my hole, please!” “Fuck yes, fuck!” He started to work his way in and out of my hole, only a little at first and then longer deeper strokes, and quickly he was pounding me. I was not being quiet and there was no way that Mike and his top didn’t know that I was being used in the other room. That somehow made it hotter. The jock despite his youth knew how to use a hole. He was hammering me like a champion, his muscles flexing under his skin as he did. Sweat sprung up on his chest making little trails through the hair that grew between his pecs. His musky sent rolled off of him in waves over taking the room. I was once again a whimpering whore. The jock forced me forward, my knees now touching my shoulders. He was above me, hammering downward, the force of gravity driving him further into my hole. I was shouting. A few drops of sweat dripped from him onto me and a long string of precum hung from the tip of my cage. He started to grunt as he pushed yet deeper, I could see it in his eyes, he was getting ready to give me another load. After a few more thrusts of the vertical assault he roared, and punched as deep as he could. His balls tightened up to his body and a river of cum was pumped into my welcoming guts. His breath was ragged as his balls emptied, then he collapsed forward onto me. As his breath called, he shifted so that he could pull out and fall on the bed next to me still panting lightly. He pulled me to him, pressing our sweaty bodies together. I turned so he was spooning me and I could feel his cock deflate against my cheeks. Now that it was quiet in my room again I could hear Mike being pounded in the other room, his little yelps as the cock in him drove home. The jock could hear it too, and after a few minutes of slow breathing I felt his cock start to stiffen again. He grew hard against me. I shifted, and turned so that his hardening cock was right between my cheeks. As soon as it was hard enough he, without prompting, slid it back inside me. He fucked me slowly this time. Kissing the back of my neck as he slipped in and out of me both of us on our sides. I had one had reached back, holding to his gyrating hip, and he had one arm across my chest holding me tight to him. His lips were on my ear, and I could feel their soft warmth. Mike was being destroyed, begging the man to fill him up, and the jock just kept fucking me slow and deep. I clenched my ass on his cock, and rocked a little in his rhythm. This was almost like the fuck of a lover, in stark contrast to the breeding he had just given me. As Mike’s shouts became more frantic, the jock started fucking deeper into me. He shifted us so that my leg was bent and he was better able to get the full length of his cock in me for every stroke. “God, your cunt feels amazing,” he whispered in my ear, “do you want another load?” “Yes please,” I said in an equally hushed voice. Mike’s top was now boasting loudly about how much cum he was going to pump into my roommate, and both the jock and I seemed to feel that if we were too loud now we might break their concentration. As Mike’s top let out a shout that told us both my roommate was not being flooded with cum, the jock licked my ear and said, “Here it comes slut.” He grabbed my hips hard, and pressed to his full depth. I could feel his stomach contract with the force of his second orgasm in twenty minutes. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he filled me. Then it slowed, as did his breathing. He finally pulled out again, and after a moment got up from the bed. I moved and cleaned his cock for a few minutes, before he pulled It from my mouth. He bent down and kissed me lightly on the lips and then smiling, got dressed. He kissed me once more at the door to my room before leaving, surly walking past Mike and his tops still in the midst of their own fuck.

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Scott A solid month had passed and I hadn't heard anything from my audition. I had given up on any hopes of getting the part. Then one morning when my girlfriend had stayed over my phone rang while we were waking up. I asked the woman to repeat herself, was my hearing still not working or had she really told me I was being offered 'the bottom' part. Over breakfast I shared my excitement about landing the part. My girlfriend asked for clarity. "You mean the gay play? The one where you will appear naked on stage? The play I told you not to try out for ?" "Um, yeah. " I sheepishly stammered. She got up from the table and stamped out of the house. Three days later I arrived for our first rehearsal really not knowing what to expect. I was introduced to the guy who got the 'top' role, Dan. He wasn't the hottest or sexiest guy I'd ever met but he did seem to have a pretty amiable personality. I was a bit shocked when they asked us to strip for the read through, even the bar scene, but they wanted us to be completely comfortable naked and figured the best way to achieve this was to keep us naked as much as possible in the rehearsals. We were given little white knit cock socks as a nod to modesty. Dan refused to wear his and I was impressed with the size of his dick even when it was flaccid. We weren't asked to simulate any of the sex for the first day but encouraged to research certain gay sexual acts. I assumed from Dan's demeanor that he didn't need to research anything. Dan offered me a ride home after rehearsal and within a block of leaving suggested we get to know each other a bit over a beer or two. I was a bit taken aback when he chose a gay bar but decided I could count this as research. Instead of beer he ordered both of us double scotch on the rocks. We talked freely about our acting school experiences, our sex lives and relationships and three double scotches later he suggested we do some research at the bathhouse a block away. He couldn't believe I hadn't even watched gay porn. My thinking was blurred by the booz and I agreed emphasizing I was only going to watch. Research. Before entering the bathhouse Dan drunkenly tried to kiss me. I fended him off with a good natured punch to the arm. I was a bit uncomfortable following his lead stripping down and wrapping a towel around myself at the lockers, but I thought 'when in Rome '. We wandered through the maze of halls and doors. Most were closed but the odd one was open with a naked guy lying on the bed ass up. He told me they were advertising their desire to get fucked. Soon we came upon an open door with two guys fucking for everyone who passed by to see. Opened condom packages were strew on the floor. Eventually we came to an area with a sling. Again condom packages made a carpet on the floor and there was a group of guys taking turns fucking the cute small Asian in the sling. We watched as three guys took their turn before moving on. Dan called the next area the slurp ramp. Guys stood above with their cocks through holes at head hight for the guys below . Dan was quick to choose a waiting hard on and didn't hesitate to suck it deep into his throat. I'd only had one girlfriend that would suck me, so was amazed to see how many guys were very enthusiastic about this sexual activity. A couple guys came over and tried to fondle my junk, but I just kept moving away hoping I wouldn't cause too much distress or disappointment. It was all getting a bit much for me so I moved in to tell Dan. At that very moment I approached I couldn't miss that the cock in his mouth was unloading, he just sucked it in deeper and swallowed every drop. He turned trying to kiss me once again, but I was having no part of cum covered lips. That's when Dan announced to me his plan to find someone to fuck bareback if I wasn't going to volunteer my ass. I followed him at a discreet distance, watching and listening as he approached and propositioned three guys. They all turned him down blatantly and bluntly. "See how strong the condom culture is. " he complained to me. I had given up on the possibility when we came to another open door with a bear of a man lying on his tummy ass up. With a finger shushing me Dan ushered me into this bear's room and gently pulled the door closed. Dan moved his hand to the bear's ample ass and stuck a finger in the hairy ass hole. The bear moaned with pleasure. Dan dropped his towel, climbed on the bed and started eating the offered ass. The volume of appreciative sounds increased. I finally had a chance to see Dan's fully engorged cock as he lined it up to tease the saliva slicked hole. The bear responded by pushing back against Dan's raw cock. The head of Dan's cock pushed inside and the bear groaned. Dan pushed some more and we heard the bear's voice; "Just the tip now. " "Damn man. Just let me push in balls deep." "Okay, but then you've got to suit up. " "Shit, really?" That's when the bear looked back and saw me. He quickly pulled away and sat up leaning against the corner walls. "What the fuck man. Who's this? Your chaperone?" Dan laughed; "No, my acting partner." "Your what?" "Acting partner. We're here doing research. He's straight, never even watched gay porn so I'm showing him what we'll simulate on stage." "You're going to simulate seducing each other into risky bareback sex?" "Actually we are. At least I'll fuck him bareback in the play. It's riskee cutting edge theater. " "You're both crazy. Only person getting bareback fucked here tonight is you if I get my way. " "Um... it's not what I had planned ... but what if I show you I trust you.?" "And how would you propose to do that?" The bear still had a raging six inch hard on. Dan grabbed a package of lube and prepped his own ass. He crouched over the bear's lap and looked him straight in the eye. "I dare you." said the bear. Dan squatted down and guided the bear's raw cock into his ass never loosing eye contact. "Double dare. Now do you trust me? Let's just slip our raw cocks into each other and show this ass fuck virgin how much we enjoy it." "Fuck, you're crazy. But you double dared and I never pass up a dare. Get off me and lie down. " Dan did and the bear was guiding Dan's naked cock up his own ass. "Fuck, I'd forgotten how good skin on skin feels." And he proceeded to bounce up and down and fuck himself on Dan's raw tool. "Fuck yeah, my raw cock feels so good in you. I hope I never need a condom again. " In a blink the bear hopped off Dan's cock and maneuvered Dan's legs up over his shoulders. As his raw cock plunged into Dan he growled. "I fuckin dare you to take my load. " He proceeded to piston Dan's ass like a locomotive. "I warn you, you breed me I'll reciprocate. But not until that door is open to attract a crowd. " "Hey chaperon, open the door. Your buddy wants a crowd to watch him get fucked bareback and loaded. " Dan was vigorously shacking his head no. I don't know what possessed me, but I went ahead and opened the door. Two guys had been listening with their ears to the door. The bear kept railing Dan's ass and the growing audience egged him on to breed Dan. I watched in astonishment as the bear's upper chest blushed red. I knew he was close. "You fuckin bastard! Pull out! Don't you dare un .... shhhiiitttt! ... You're nutting in my ass. You fuckin bastard !" Gasping "Tell me you didn't love every minute of it. (Gasp) You wanted my raw cock and (gasp) you needed my cum painting your guts you crazy fool! " Licking his finger fresh from his sloppy ass Dan said; "That was fucking amazing man." We were all surprised to see the bear get up and lean over the bed. We were even more surprised by his words. "Now get that naked cock of your's in me. It's my turn to be so stupid. " Dan didn't need more invitation. He was behind and pounding full throttle. "He's fully lubed and may as well take more. Don't waste this opportunity guys somebody get your fuck tool up his ass while he breeds me. " A tall black man moved in from the back of the crowd around the door and shoved his raw eleven inches into Dan's prone ass. Dan looked to me with exasperation but soon seemed to resign himself to his fate. The room literally shook from all the ass pounding and the audience stroking their own and each other's meat. The tall black man was the first to cum in Dan's ass triggering Dan to flood the bear. The bear wrestled Dan to bend over beside him and invited all interested parties to fill his own and Dan's guts. "May as well take everything we can get now. In for a penny in for a bareback pound." Before they were done pink smeared cum dripped from both asses. The bear took a total of four loads. Dan hobbled home with nine. As we got to his car I asked if he was happy with his research. He responded "I'll know I've completed it when I'm breeding your straight virgin ass. "

Had a little more time than usual this weekend so I made some progress. I think from here there will be one or two more chapters left in the story. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for all the kind comments! Chapter 12 The guy inside me didnt do what dad and Grant did after they came. He just pulled himself out while he was catching his breath. "Fuck that was hot. You just got that cherry popped today? And youre taking multiple cocks already? Amazing boy." As he stepped away from the sling I noticed that there were now three other guys around the door to the room naked and stroking their cocks. I was good at being quiet in school and in life in general. I never wanted or got much attention and was fine with not being the most popular or the the most athletic or the most anything. But here I was naked and on display in a sling for any of these strangers to watch and fuck me and I was loving it. So did dad. "Looks like we're attracting a crowd Coop. They must have heard about my hot son pleasing everyone in his path." He smiled like a dad telling his friends that his son was MVP of the little league baseball team even as he continued to stroke his throbbing cock. "Yeah dad. Thanks to you." Our eyes were locked on each other father and son stroking our cocks as the other one watched. But that was broken up suddenly by the moan that escaped me at the feeling of a tongue probing my hole. That electricity shot through me again. I wasnt able to see who it was so enthusiastically making me wild and causing my cock to somehow get even harder. But I did notice that dad, Dominic, Luke, and Grant were standing by watching. This was someone I hadnt even seen yet. Dad stepped closer to me and bent down. "Wait til you see the cock on this guy." We kissed briefly and then the man pulled his mouth from my hole and stood up. He was a massive man easily towering over everyone in the room that I could see. I dont know how I could have missed him even if he had been standing behind whoever was fucking me and blocking my view of the door. He was toned and had the look of someone who knew how to handle his height. At school I knew guys who were really tall and the impression they gave everyone was something like awkward, working with a body that was a little too big everywhere to maneuver. Not this man. "Beautiful boy with a beautiful hole. How many guys loads are leaking out of you boy? You got a lot of cum in you already." It was kind of hot to see that some of that cum was on his face. "He has three loads in him. First three of his life." The man looked over at dad and the look of recognition paired with that unmistakable surprise of what twisted scene he had just walked into appeared on his face. "Oh damn. One of these loads yours? You breed your boy with the cum that made him?" "Sure did." "You ready for more cock boy?" The man slapped his cock against mine and thats when I saw it. It was massive like him. But somehow it seemed like it was too big and thick for even his body. I dont know what look was on my face but he could read it. That or he got the same reaction all the time. "I'll be gentle boy. Im not gonna hurt you with your dad here taking care of you." "You can say no if you want son." It was intimidating and if anyone could use their cock as a weapon it would be him. But the hunger in my hole that I felt with the high that I was very much still on hadnt gone away. I wasnt as conflicted as I probably looked to everyone else. "Maybe we can try and see" I said with just a little hesitation. "Thats right boy. GIve it a try and we'll stop if its too much for you." He pressed the head of his cock against me and I could feel it begin to stretch my hole around it. There was some pain but it wasnt sharp, just the feeling of being stretched beyond what my body had understood to be its limit. This man was proving my body could handle more. But I could tell that he was determined not to stop until he was all the way inside me and it had the feel of a slow but steady moving truck barreling through me. Before he got to the intended end of that first thrust I did feel a pain inside me that had the sharpness that I expected when he first pushed into me. I yelped and he did pause slightly in response. "Thats your second hole Im entering. Youre doing so good boy. So tight but all lubed up with all the cum you got in you. Doesnt feel like three loads Ill tell you that much." He looked back up at dad. "You found guys who shoot massive loads. Lucky boy has a good dad looking out for him." It felt impossible that he was still pushing himself into me but he was. He slowed his pace without stopping completely after he had hit what he called my second hole. I didnt even know that existed but I guess I was finding out the best way I could. "You shoot loads as big as you?" dad asked. "Oh you fucking know I do. Your son is gonna be able to taste the load I shoot up into him. Almost all the way in boy." These last couple inches were getting uncomfortable as he entered territory that probably would never be touched by another cock again. "Hurts a little" a gasped out not knowing what else to do. "Do you want to stop Coop? Remember what I said. It's ok. It's all up to you." I looked up at dad and back to the man not sure what to say. This didnt feel great for the first time but I didnt want him to pull out. "I dont know." "Maybe poppers?" the man said looking around him as if he was trying to summon them from anywhere. I tried to look around the room to find Luke who was actually just standing nearby watching at an angle where he could see the massive cock going in me. But before he bent down again to grab the little bottle attached to his sneaker, Grant stepped back up closer to the sling. "This will be better." I turned to look up at him and saw what he was talking about. "Thatll do" dad said as Grant tied the band around my arm again. I didnt have the same apprehension that I did the first time knowing how good this was going to make me feel. "Fuck you guys are partying? Fuck yeah guys!" the huge man finally stopped pushing into me as he watched Grant. I didnt feel his body against my hole yet so I knew there was more before he was all the way in. He was watching Grant intently like everyone did the first time. In this very brief pause I did try to see who else was in the room. There was a circle of men enclosing the sling, all guys I had met or saw at the door. No new guys as far as I could tell. But they had obviously come this close to see the man impaling me and Grant giving me this slam. Would they be fucking me tonight too? Closest to me was dad who was standing on the other side of the sling from Grant and rubbing my chest and keeping me calm. I looked up at him and could see on his face that he wanted to see me get fucked by this massive man with the contents of the syringe injected into me. With my concentration on the other things around me I didnt even feel the prick of the needle. All of a sudden I heard Grant rip the band off and raise my arm for me and I was seeing stars. Even knowing what to expect didnt prepare me for this. It all hit me at once and more intensely. The coughing, not being able to catch my breath, the warmth ripping through me and concentrating itself at my hole which I could feel was milking the huge cock inside. And then I felt what I was waiting for. The heavy balls of this man against my hole. "That did it. Im all in you now boy. Thats right. Accept it all balls deep in you boy. Fuck! I can feel that slam going through you boy. So fucking hot. Theres no pain anymore is there? Fuck boy youre milking me now." I could only moan in response. There werent any words for what I was feeling. "Aw fuck look at that. Loving this cock arent you? You like what Im doing to your son? You like watching your son getting fucked by this cock?" I could feel this man start to fuck me slowly. Pulling out a few inches and then thrusting back in. My moans only got louder. "You fucking know it. Watching my son getting railed by your cock is so hot. Only one thing I can think of thats hotter." "Yeah? Whats that?" "When I fuck him myself seeing my cock disappear into the boy I made. GIving my son the kind of pleasure only his dad can give him. Making his toes curl the way you are right now." I couldnt believe what I was hearing. My dad and the man with the biggest cock in the world were talking dirty to each other about fucking me. In my state I couldnt yet make any words. When I tried, it would only come out as moans but I was responding to their words and the feeling of this mans cock fucking into my now fully accepting hole. "Lucky boy and lucky dad. I would be fucking this warm tight hole every day. Shooting my load so fucking deep inside him." He changed things up by pulling slowly out and then thrusting much harder and faster balls deep. It knocked the wind out of me every time drawing a grunt when his body slapped up against me. "Yeah? Lets see you breed my son." "Yeah?" That started to set him off as he picked up his pace slightly now with every thrust into me. "Yeah breed me. Shoot your cum in me." The words surprised me. I had been growing frustrated that the words I thought I was speaking only came out as incoherent sounds. But if any words were going to come out for others to understand it was going to be those. Hearing them the man grew more determined and reached out to grab me by the shoulders. With his new leverage, each time he thrust into me he pulled me further into him so he could get as deep as possible. There was no pain not with this combination of the high and the way his cock hit me in so many spots that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I could hear the guys around the sling getting more into it too encouraging the man and me. "Yeah take that cock!" "Fuck that boy" "Give him that load" "Breed the boy" The sparks of pleasure that this mans cock was giving me helped me understand how good it felt to be a hole for men like this. Without thinking I grabbed my cock and began really stroking it. My body didnt care if other guys were going to fuck me tonight. I wasnt stroking to edge. My brain and my body were telling me that I needed to feel the full force of the pleasure of this fuck that this giant of a man was giving me. He was looking deeply into my eyes with a lust and focus that made me feel like I was the only thing he would ever want for the rest of his life and that power that I saw that I had over him put me even closer. With a deep thrust that hit a new spot I lost what little control I had left. I moaned and then felt as my cock throbbed and began shooting out cum like a geyser. It went everywhere and as the men around us cheered my cumshot I could feel how the throb of my hole put this man over his edge. "Boy....I'm ....go-" he chcked on the words he was trying to get out and with one final deep thrust and his hands on my shoulders pulling him as far in me as he could, he held me in place as rope after rope of cum shot into the depths of my body. His face was strained as he emptied himself into me and feeling his cock flex as he held me onto him as I was coming down from my release made my own cock stir again. I noticed Luke close in on my side and when I turned to look up at him he was in the throes of his own pleasure as he started cumming blowing his cum onto my stomach and torso on the giants arms and one rope that even hit the mans chest. Feeling the splash of cum against him seemed to take him out of wherever he just was and bring him back to the room. He was out of breath just like me and Luke now but instead of releasing me he pulled me closer and pushed in a little bit deeper first. I moaned something guttaral and he let loose a "Fuuuuck" as he let go of my shoulders. It felt like he spent the same amount of time slowly pulling himself fully out that he did pushing into me that first time. He was giving us both time to get our breathing and heart rates back to normal and to slowly get used to no longer being connected this way. "Your boy is fucking amazing" he said to dad. "Yeah he is" dad said.

Saturday night I went to the cruising bar as it’s usual. I don’t really remember how many guys trained my hole and throat, but it was many. It happened at least trice that I stood in the middle of the crowd and one guy fucked me after the other while I was sucking all the cocks that were offered. The best was when was in the dark room and after a round such like I said before one member of a couple pounded me while the other pulled my throat onto his cock. The fucker was so aggressive that I literally couldn’t suck that dick, I was afraid to bite it. This was inconvenient also fucker that he grabbed me and tugged me behind the metal folding screens and tossed me onto one of them. He started to fuck me aggressively again. The whole stuff was quaking as I was grasping and made a big noise. However, we weren’t silent either, both of us were moaning loudly. Although I was rather whimpering. After a while I felt that he was breeding me quite long. When he finished his boyfriend (?) stepped into his place and shoved his cock in my prelubed hole. He was almost aggressive like the other but it didn’t last so long. He unloaded his stuff soon. It’s needless to say that I also fucked guys, since I am totally versa. I don’t remember exactly with how many I fucked either but definitely remember two of them. One was a high guy with whom I fucked at the beginning of my tour and as well at the end. However, it was obvious that he didn’t realise that I already fucked him. In both times we went to a cubicle, undressed to naked and after a solid suck I fucked him hard. But the other bottom was my favourite. He was a guy from Czech. A stereotypical Czech guy, with nice face, tall and muscled body and bubble butt. It wasn’t only a good fuck but the chemistry worked. I fucked him again and again. While he was fucked by another guy or I was the bottom for others we immediately started to kissing passionately. After a 30-40 minutes long sex in the middle of the backroom, we needed a break and I invited him for a drink. Unfortunately he didn’t speak in English only words with no grammar, so we tried to have a conversation with a translator. However, he was too drunk and high for this and I was horny we didn’t continue. Fortunately, the weekend didn’t finish with this. My Sunday became a funday because a guy with I fucked last summer texted me that he finished with a sexdate because the other guy had to work but he was still hungry. This is a 20yo Sex machine and I really liked him. However, he said that he was exhausted and maybe we would only talk. I replied that as I knew us the conversation would last only minutes and we were going to Have sex with each other. I was right, we were eating each other’s mouth and tearing each other’s clothes off. My tongue was in his hole soon. I was playing with his ass long while he sucked me or simply enjoyed my pampering. Not much later he begged me to fuck him and I did. I fucked him in every possible position when I took a break unwary and he immediately started to pay back me. He ate my ass and fucked me like no tomorrow. Finally he shot his load onto my hole and smearing it into there with his cock. After having a short rest I shot my load back into his hole. I love weekends.

@Rendezvousnow - Your post suggests that you are experiencing significant emotional distress as a result of your own internal judgment of your own behavior. It sounds as though this is based on a set of moral principles or beliefs to which you subscribe, which you refer to as ‘mainstream’ and ‘traditional’. You say that you need to ‘rebuild’ your moral values, which implies that you believe that your value structure has in some way collapsed. The distress you feel, accompanied by a feeling of helplessness or inability to prevent yourself from undertaking the behavior that distresses you, suggests that you might benefit from a mental health evaluation - it may not be that you are ‘morally failing’ - it may be that you are experiencing a condition that you may be able to address with therapy, medication, or a combination of the two. Sexual addiction has been mentioned, but there are other conditions that can predispose a person to engaging in hypersexual and high-risk behavior. I would encourage you to speak to your doctor about your concerns and obtain a referral to a psychologist or psychiatrist who may be able to assist you. In the case that you’re dealing with a kind of sexual addiction, a therapist specializing in sex therapy may be of help. You can make the change you wish in your life, and I wish you well.

It bears mentioning that the designated fiction section of the forum is hardly the only source of fictitious content here. I very much doubt the credibility of a great majority of claims made by men here. On a given day I would be astonished if the combined output of toxic cum produced by all the self-proclaimed stealthers on this forum filled a thimble.

@Breedingandseeding, I'd say it's very important for onlookers to be able to distinguish fantasy from reality. Some rather common sexual fantasies include elements of coercion, which could make the sexual acts inappropriate in real life. But fantasy is not real life, and finding an idea erotic does not imply that a person wants to do it in real life, much less that the person is doing it in real life. Thus, moral outrage might be misdirected. I'd say that moral outrage, in this kind of abstract situation, would be dangerous. We as GLBT people are often tricked into attacking ourselves. Unwittingly, we do Anita Bryant's work for her, feeding the conservative lie that gay people are immoral. Also, there's no way to verify Twitter content. Especially if this person makes money from social media, it's likely that he's posting staged stories and/or images. Eroticism, forbidden fantasies, and controversy are among the best ways to attract attention, garner clicks, and generate revenue.

The sex immediately becomes non-consensual when he lies about hi status. Stealthing is immoral just plain wrong.

Needed: poz pole for my neg hole... please breed and seed my hungry hole

This happened quite few years ago when I was still together with my partner. We'd been together about eight years when this happened and we were already starting to drift apart. If I'm being honest, this wasn't the first time I cheated on him, but it was the first time I did it bareback.... We were spending a long weekend in Berlin and one afternoon my partner wanted to go to an exhibition in what had formerly been the east part of Berlin. He quite often went to exhibitions and galleries and as it wasn't really my thing I would usually go for a walk until he had finished. He set off and I arranged to meet him a couple of hours later. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and I enjoyed strolling through the city very much. I walked around in a huge circle, through a park and along by a river and after about an hour I was ready for a rest. I came across an area with shops and restaurants and I noticed that quite a few of them had rainbow flags in the window. I went into a coffee shop, ordered a drink and sat down. It was quite busy, with what was obviously a mixed gay crowd. The guy who served me was really nice, young and quite camp, with a shock of blond hair and a really friendly manner. I enjoyed the atmosphere and the chilled out music. I finished my drink and, as I had plenty of time and was enjoying sitting watching the world go by, I ordered another one. There were quite a few fit looking guys in there and I had particularly noticed the two guys sitting across from me. They were obviously a couple, one was tall and ginger and his boyfriend was small and dark. I thought they were both really fit looking, especially the ginger guy. As I watched them, the dark haired guy leaned forward and I had a great view of the top of his pants and his arse crack. When I looked up I met the eyes of the ginger lad who had obviously noticed me looking at his boyfriend's arse. As I met his eyes, he grinned at me. After a while, the dark haired guy got up from his seat. He said something to the ginger guy and kissed him and I heard them arranging to meet later. I decided it was time to make a move but before I did, I wanted to use the toilet, which I knew was downstairs. I had assumed that there was also some seating down there as I had noticed some guys coming up the stairs that I hadn't noticed going down there. When I got downstairs I discovered that there was no seating down there, only the male toilets. I wondered just what these guys had been doing down there for so long. When I entered the toilet I could guess exactly what they had been doing. The toilet had two urinals and two cubicles and, as I took a much needed piss at the urinal, I could see that there was a perfectly sized glory hole between the two cubicles. I hadn't had sex for some time and, not to put too fine a point on it, was horny as fuck. I looked at my watch and saw that I still had plenty of time. I decided to see what happened - guys were obviously using the toilet for sex and I was horny to suck some cock and, ideally, to get sucked off myself. I went in to one of the cubicles, shut the door, pulled my trousers and pants down and sat on the toilet. Nothing happened for a little while and then I heard someone entering the toilet. I heard him take a piss at the urinal and then wash his hands. I assumed he was going to leave then but instead he entered the other cubicle and I heard him dropping his pants. I waited a moment and then saw an eye at the hole. I leaned back and flashed my hard cock. The eye disappeared and I looked through the hole. To my delight I saw the ginger lad grinning back at me. He stood up and seconds later a nice big thick cock came through the hole. I was really turned on now and wasted no time taking his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled his cock back through the hole and indicated that he wanted to suck me. I stood up and pushed my cock through the hole and soon I was enjoying one of the best blow jobs ever. He sucked me so well that I was soon getting very close to blowing my load so I pulled my cock back again. He looked through the hole and indicated to me to turn round. I turned round and showed him my arse, pulling my cheeks apart and fingering my hole. I could see he liked what he was seeing and I was really turned on by the fact that such a fit lad was turned on by my arse. He pushed his cock through the hole again and I sucked him some more. After a short time he pulled his cock back and indicated that I should join him in his cubicle. I hesitated, but only for a moment, and a minute later we were in the cubicle together, kissing and wanking each other. He pushed my head down to his cock and I began to suck him again and then he pulled me up, turned me round and bent me over the toilet. I felt his hands pulling my arse cheeks apart and seconds later his tongue was up my arse. It felt so good - but there was better to come. He stood up and began to rub the head of his cock over my wet hole. I could feel his pre cum on my hole as he spat on it a couple of times and began to push his cock gently but firmly into my arse. This lad wanted to fuck me and he clearly wasn't intending to use a condom! The head of his cock entered my arse and I knew I should pull back - but I knew I didn't want to - I wanted to feel his big bare cock sliding up my arse. He kept pushing and I knew if I pushed back I could probably take him right up my arse. I pushed back and felt a stab of pain as his cock went right up me. He gave me a moment to get used to his cock and then he began to fuck me. I was really turned on and I knew if I touched my cock I was going to cum. I had never thought for a moment when I entered the cafe that I would end up bent over the toilet being fucked without a condom by a fit ginger lad who was at least ten years younger than me. The fact that we were fucking unprotected in the toilet of a busy cafe and the fact that we were both cheating on our partners only made the whole experience even hornier. He fucked me steadily for a while, and then took hold of my hips and began to fuck me harder. His breathing was getting heavier now and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. After about ten or twelve more thrusts he groaned and I knew he was pumping a big load of cum into my unprotected, cheating arse. He seemed to cum for ages and when he pulled out my arse I took his cock into my mouth again. He grinned and high fived me, then pulled his pants and trousers up and left the cubicle. A short time later I was back out in the Berlin sunshine on my way to meet my partner, a big load of cum deep in my arse.

It had been more than two months since I had been out for some fun. Busy at work and some minor dental surgery had kept me away from the local bookstores and parties advertised on BBRT. Just over a week ago, I was online checking out BZ and BBRT. A semi-regular top that had fucked me a few times was on and I messaged a "hello". He responded that he had the place to himself all weekend and asked if I was interested. Of course I was interested. We set up a time for last Saturday morning and I showed up at his place just after 1000. A little oral and he was soon stretching my tight hole - very tight, it had been awhile. Nice, but it only got me started. I was on every day the following week looking for more. This past Saturday, there was a party going on at a couple's house an hour's drive away from me. I was about to head out when I thought I'd check online one more time. I went to A4A and found a undetectable guy about seven miles from me who wanted a blowjob. Since he happened to live on the road I would be traveling, I decided to stop by on my way to the party. One more check of BBRT and another regular guy messaged me about going to another party soon. I told him that I was still looking to get bred. Also mentioned that he and another top were both attending the other party. Maybe the two of them could set something up and tag team me soon. I told him where I was headed and he said he would message the other top and try to set something up. I was at the local guy's house in about ten minutes. Pulled into his drive and met him at the door. Soon moved into his bedroom and as he stretched out on the bed, I went down on his beautiful cock. Deep throating it for awhile, I was soon swallowing a big load of jizz. We made plans to do it again soon and I hope I can convince him to breed me too. I get to the party just after 2100. There are several guys that I've seen at this place before. I strip down and head to the upstairs bedroom. There are five guys there and the youngest of the group comes over and starts stroking my cock. I drop to my knees and start sucking him. We move over to the bed and trade blow jobs for a while. It's getting hot so we move outside to the deck and hot tub. One of the hosts comes out to the hot tub and asks how I've been doing. I first met this guy several years ago at another party, but still hadn't taken a load from him. That first meeting, he got me alone and had asked if he could "take that ass". At the time, I think I knew he was talking about breeding me, maybe even pozzing me (I don't know his status), but I wasn't ready. He fucked me at one of his parties later, but he didn't put a load in me. Perhaps he sensed my hesitation. Maybe tonight would be different. I cool down for a few minutes and then head back inside. I go back upstairs and I'm followed by the host and another guy. I feel like they are actually pursuing me. They have both fucked me at a previous party, but only the second guy bred me. The host follows me around to the back side of the bed and we start playing with each other. The other guy is watching while a fourth guy blows him. An older guy on the bed starts playing with my ass and I bend over giving him better access and start blowing the host. The older guy starts rimming me and starts telling me I need to get fucked. He asks me, "you wanna get bred, don't you?" I answer in the affirmative and the host pushes me back on the bed. The second guy comes over and starts tugging at the black jock strap that I'm wearing. It says, "Breedwell" across the back waist, but I don't think either of them have seen that. His fingers are pulling up on the straps right where they meet below my hole. He's soon rubbing a finger over my hole testing how tight I am. He starts to straddle me and lift my legs. I'm still really tight and he's aggressive. I'm pushing my hands against his thighs trying to slow him down. He steps back to the end of the bed where the other guy continues to blow him. The older guy on the bed is now over me. He's telling me these guys want to breed me and that he's going to hold me down. He wraps his arms around my chest holding back my arms. Nothing that I couldn't handle, he's really just playing with me urging me to go further. Earlier I had heard him ask two other guys he was playing with if they were on Prep - but he doesn't mention it to me. The host gets between my legs and tries to enter me. He steps back and asks for some lube. He gets back in position and it doesn't take long for him to bury it deep in my hole. A few minutes later I feel him unloading in me. As soon as he pulls out, the second guy takes his place and plows into me. I struggle some more, but the older guy has his arms around me and asks if I'm getting what I want. I tell him "yes, I think that the host just bred me" and he starts kissing me. The second guy is now roughly pounding my ass. He goes in as far as he can, holds still and whispers, "there it is, there it is" and I feel him loading me. I tell the older guy that I've got another load in me now. The second guy keeps going. I tell the guy holding me that I think he's going to give me another one. He ends up giving me two more loads before he leaves the room. Overall, a nice party even if there weren't too many guys there.

My hotel frenzy: So Saturday night my friend set up a group meet was supposed to be two groups but only one group worked out. He got a room and a lot of T and G for me to get me primed and spun for the night. He got 3 tops to come he said he knows them well. So it started he drove me over to the motel and on the way he had me smoke a little take a bunch of dick pills. When we got to the room he wanted to get me ready before the tops get there. He had me smoke a bit more i was feeling good then not nervous about tonight. He had me stand by the bed and I had to strip for him while he sat on a chair and watched. Then he told me to get on the bed. I saw he was getting hard. He sucked me some then flipped me over and he rimmed my ass a bit and fingered my hole. Then he said I want to be the 1st to fuck you. I felt a bit of lube and he started to fuck me. While he was fucking me he said your my whore tonight! It was hot to hear that. He was so hot he didnt last to long and felt him explode. At that point he put in a buttplug and he said your keeping this for my guests. We had about 15 minutes before they were coming. He got a call and he said 2 were here and the other is on his way. He told them the room # and told me to lay down facedown as he strapped my arms and leggs spread. He put a big pillow from the couch under me so my ass was up high. He put on a choker on me with a leash and put a rag around my head tied tight as a blindfold. He took the buttplug out and he gave me a booty bump of G. He then put the buttplug back in. I was getting hot. He said he will slam me when they get here. Laying there waiting i heard a knock on the door. I couldn't see but heard a couple different voice's. They talked a bit while I was laying there. Then I felt someone sit next to me and felt him rub my ass and reached under and grabbing my balls and cock and played a bit. I felt some else sit on the bed and was touching my back and moved by my head and felt his dick by my mouth so i started to suck it. I heard a knock on the door and some talking. Must have been another top. My ass was still being rubbed then i felt the plug come out as someone was licking my hole. I heard my friend say he left a deposit there already as that chuckled then I heard my friend say lets get him started. I felt a cold wipe on my arm then the pinch. In about a few seconds I felt a hugh rush hit me and wow!! I was so spun out I remember saying I need to be fucked now! Then I felt some lube and a bunch of fingers enter me he or they was thrusting fingers in and out then i felt more fingers stretching my hole. The fingers pulled out and felt a nice cock enter. I was so spun at this point and told him to fuck me hard. He lasted some time and heard him moaned and felt his dick throbbing. He pulled out and moved to my head and he said suck it clean. As I was sucking i felt someone else entered. I heard my friend say to someone join in! I felt another body get on the bed i felt him grab the choker and pulled it while i was still sucking i was getting choked well as i was getting fucked and sucking.. I felt the dick throbbing and he pulled out and I had to suck that.. My friend said he needs to smoke I heard the lighter and he stuck the pipe in my mouth to take hits.. took a few big hits and got more spun then ever. I felt the straps come off and got flipped over. One guy grabbed my leggs pulled me to the end of the bed. Felt someone hold my arms and felt someone start sucking me while this was going on i felt my leggs get pulled up and started to get fucked. Again i heard the lighter and was given another big hit. What ever the dick pills i was given they worked well. So someone sat on my chest and i felt him lay on me and I heard him say "put his dick in me" someone did it once in him he must have sat up I felt him move around. Had my leggs push on his back while still getting fucked . I felt a guy hold my arms and tied them together to the bed he had me take a hit of poppers then i felt him pull on my choker real tight i couldn't breathe for a bit but when he released it the rush made me harder and i can feel the guy on top move around more and fast. The guy fucking me pulled out I heard the lighter but he must've taken a hit he started to fuck me again but really hard and heard him make a loud noise and felt hit shoot a load. I heard my friend say someone is at the motel to join. He said he wants the bottom to be all spun out and dripping. I heard the door knock and some talking. I still had my dick in the guy sitting on me. So he kept moving faster and my friend said got to hit him again. I felt the cold swab and then the pinch. As the rush hit me again the guy sitting on me moved up and down fast i exploded in his ass. He moved to my face sat on it and made me suck my cum.. I think at that point i blacked out for a bit because I realize I was flipped over at the end of the bed leggs to the floor getting fucked again. Someone was holding my head and shoulders down hard while getting fucked. He exploded i felt a lot dripping as he pulled out. One of them pulled me up and I was laying there for a while as everyone was talking. Don't know what they were saying i was so spun out. My friend came over to me and asked if I was ok. I said yea. It was fun. Then I asked anyone else? I heard him say something to the group and felt someone get on top of me he was heavy and felt his dick go in me. He thrusted a few times and heard him moan. Got pushed back onto the bed flipped over and was told to stay don't move. I was laying there for some time. I started to finger my hole and play with the drippings. I guess they were watching me i heard someone say grab some cum and eat it. So i use my fingers scoop up whatever was dripping and sucked my fingers. They must of liked that someone came over stuck a bunch of fingers in me for a while i think I had my 1st fist. It hurt a bit but good then pulled out i think i came again and he made me suck his fingers and lick his hand as he put it over my face. Again i laid there for a bit while they were talking heard the door and then room got quiet for some time. I was going to take the blindfold off and my friend said No! He said he likes to see me all spun out leggs spread and cum dripping. I asked if anyone recorded this and he said no. Most of them are married and they dont want the chance to get caught.. I was starting to come down and asked can i take off the blindfold. He said wait I have someone coming here right now got on grindr from an hour ago. He is in the parking lot. I heard the door and heard talking then I felt someone touching me. Then i guess he dropped his paints as he pulled me over i felt him touch my hole and i felt his dick rubbing on my dripping hole. He entered me real fast I heard heavy breathing he pulled on the choker chain as he pushed hard and felt him explode.. he laid on top of me for a bit while his dick was throbbing. He pulled out and i just laid there exhausted now. My hole was so sore.. I heard him leave and my friend took off the blindfold. He asked did you have fun? I said it was the most intense ever..! I ask what did you do during? He said sat in the chair watch you get fucked made sure you were ok but also you were as stoned as possible. He said he jerked off watching a few times! This is his fantasy to watch a gangbang and be the guy in charge. I must have cum at least 3 times. I normally dont cum when slammed. I also notice the sun was up I saw it was 11 am. We started the fun about 7 pm. Time flies he said. I got up with his help walked me to the shower to clean up. I couldn't walk to well. Showered up and noticed my hole was bleeding a bit and dripping still. Got dressed and my friend was already dressed cleaned the room a bit. And he drove me home i slept on the way. He helped me to my house but at this time i was fine. It was a great time. Slept all day sunday and I called in sick today to recover.. lol

Had a standard fucking tonight, by a fb who is neg but hates condoms. He has a 8" cock that I could have fuck me for hours as it fits so perfect. He ate my hole, then fucked me doggystyle nice n steady until I started jerking my cock cuz he felt so good. As I jerked, he fucked me harder, and we both shot within moments of each other. Me on the sheets under me, and him deep in my ass. I licked him clean, annd he fingered my cum dripping ass.

Finally got together with a friend who has bred me in the past. It was only going to be the two of us so I knew it wouldn't be as wild as it has been. That was fine with me, I just knew It has been a while since I had anything done to my ass that I hadn't done to myself. This guy was the one that has really helped me with my kinks, no matter how crazy they are. He put a lubed finger up my ass then a second one. I got a couple new toys in so he started using the smaller one in me. It really started loosening my tight hole. He pulled it out and climbed on me. He slid his 6" cock into me. It felt great especially since it had been so long. He pumped me at different angles trying to make me yelp. He was often successful since he knew how to hit my sensitive places inside me. He was rooting around inside me so while he was doing that I started using my inner ass muscles to try and milk his cock. Apparently it pushed him over the edge. He told me he loved my ass and said he was getting close to shooting. He told me between my ass and the fact he had a 5 day load he wasn't going to hold out much longer. I told him to shoot, knock me up. I also increased the action in my ass. He groaned and shot in me, I could feel some of the throbs. He kept pumping me after for a few then pulled out. He grabbed the larger new toy and started pushing it up me. It really stretched me open more. He was pushing it in and out of me. He said he was pushing his cum into the walks of my fuck tunnel. He kept it up for a while then he stopped. My ass was tender after that. He took a couple pics of my ass with the smaller one in me. They had multiple plugs on each toy so when I only showed the last bump showing, there were a couple other inside filling my tunnel We cleaned up and discussed a party I am setting up for the near future. I hope to get tag teamed, maybe tie my record of 6 loads in one afternoon. ( hey, It might happen )

I like feeling the hot cum hitting my ass wall. I will push it back out and eat it or if he wants to he felch his own cum before kissing me and letting his saliva and cum flow into my mouth 😏 😜

My twink then said “wow, this has made me so horny, so what happens now? If I go back to doggy with my ass in the air do you think I’ll get a strangers load in me?”. I laughed and said “try it lad and find out as long as you know there will be some real dirty loads out there!”. At this he just let out a little bark of excitement like a little pup and proudly displayed his smooth twinky ass in the air – “I’m taking all loads tonight!”. The old guy who had been watching asked “all loads?” and my twinky friend replied “all loads daddy, breed me up”. He was stick thin but hung like a horse. He rubbed his cock along the twinks hole and started to push his hard horse cock in. My twink said “wait” and put his hand back feeling the cock lining up with his hole “few, it’s raw, on you go daddy”. My cum let him slide easily into the twink, the old guy laughed and said “off course its raw – I need to breed twinks like you – you pretend not to like us old guys then you beg for my poz cock”. The twink maneuvered with flexibility to get the old guy on his back without his cock leaving the twinks hole. The old guy moaned and my twink leant over and kissed him passionately and started to ride the old dudes pole. Eventually the twink moaned “cum in me daddy, shoot your poz cum in me”. I could actually see the old guys cock swell then he growled and spurted what looked like a huge load into my twinks ass. There was a small crowd behind us and they actually cheered.

I just went through this guy's feed. He claims that he is not Poz. Nonetheless, he's still on the hook if he knowingly misrepresented his status, but I reckon like the others that he's fueling a fantasy in order to get more eyeballs on his OF and JFF subscriptions. It looks self-produced with similar camera angles. And the one-and-done doesn't hold up if he's collaborating with certain others, a few were more than once. He's definitely hot, but I won't be purchasing a sub as it seems like all it would be is "daddy fucks Twink, more daddy fucks Twink, and...oh look, there's daddy fucking Twink".

So we had a little mini-carnival around my area. You know the kind. Sketchy rides that you try not to think about when you're on them, all the food that's fit to be fried, games nobody can actually win. And it was at said carnival I was walking around, bored, wearing my "Breeding Stock" shirt and throwing dollars at said carnival games. One of the carnies - and man, this guy was a carnie - smirked at my shirt and said "If you're just gonna advertise it, I need to drop a load." And so it was I found myself bent over in the back of a carnival tent, with a stranger's raw dick in me. Didn't take long for him to plant his seed right up inside, and I'm pretty sure his neighboring tents knew what was going on based on the looks they gave me after as I walked past. But hey, I got the load. Still didn't win a damn prize, though.

At the recent Seattle Men in Leather Tag sale, there was a pool table covered in t-shirts up to my eyeballs. I was looking through them and discovered a "Roughrider Baseball" t-shirt from Ajaxx63, but lamented that it was a small and I'm a medium. The guys near me said I should try it on anyway, so I did. It was very tight and didn't leave anything to the imagination, I said it feels too small and went to take it off but a chorus of "No, it's not!" and "Go look in a mirror" sent me off to the bathroom. It made my arms pop and my chest stand out (working out during Covid), but it felt so tight I wasn't sure. Just then a guy I know, who I'd wanted to hook up with but who decided not to when he realized I wasn't single, walked in to take a piss. I'm looking in the mirror as he does his thing and, as I turn to start taking the shirt off, he reaches out and grabs my nipples and kisses me. We made out for a bit and then I asked him, "It's too tight, right?" he shook his head kissed me again and left. I got the shirt. I'm guessing it's the regular fit.

The reform of the earlier HIV criminalization law in WA is quite extensive. Here are the details from the same source as the above graphic: [think before following links] https://www.hivlawandpolicy.org/news/washington-state-advocates-succeed-reforming-state’s-hiv-criminal-law-2020

In the United States, 12 states have laws requiring disclosure of HIV status to sexual partners. The criminalization of HIV is still very much a thing. Here’s a link to an infographic about the status of HIV criminalization around the U.S.: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.hivlawandpolicy.org/sites/default/files/HIV Criminalization in the US%2C CHLP 020122.pdf Just because I could have easily locked my door does not give a burglar license to come into my house and steal my belongings. A person who presents a hazard to someone else’s health has a moral and ethical obligation to tell them before knowingly exposing them to that hazard. It’s as simple as that. The question of a legal obligation isn’t to promote liberty, it’s to promote deterrence.

Met someone on here 3 years ago who became my full time live in partner. Wasn't expecting that!!! 😁😁

St. Augustine of Hippo, if anyone was wondering. This quote came to mind upon seeing the reference to St. Augustine: "O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet."

For what it's worth, the site is about bareback sex. It's not about monogamy vs. open, cheating vs. loyal, or what have you. It's possible to have a monogamous relationship where bareback sex is a constant or at least frequent occurrence. In fact, some people might suggest it's the safest way to bareback (ie only with one person, whom you trust, and with whom you have a solid relationship). I certainly wouldn't judge your question's legitimacy. I would suggest, however, you think about the terms you used. There's nothing "traditional", for instance, about relationships involving gay sex - certainly not in the broadly held sense of "traditional". In fact, the traditional thing for gay men to do was to either get married, try to suppress urges, and not infrequently cheat to satisfy that need, or to not get married and move to some place where gay sex was readily available with no expectations. I think what you mean is a traditional relationship adapted to same-sex partners. And that's fine, if that's what you actually want, as opposed to feeling it's what you should want because of some societal pressure. Of course you have control over it. You're choosing to do it, every time you seek it out. People toss around the term "addiction" rather casually because it serves as an all-purpose get-out-of-jail-free card - "oh I just can't help it, it's my wiring, it's not my fault". But clearly you recognize that in fact, you DO have control over it - you're just upset you don't have the strength to use that power. And for that, unfortunately, I have no suggestions. It's one of those things that if you wanted to give up bareback cheating bad enough, you'd do it. You'd cancel all the apps, stop going out to any bars, cruising spots, bathhouses, bookstores, or wherever you're doing your cheating; you'd delete the contacts for anyone you've got info on as a "sometimes" partner; you'd tell all of them you're off the market and block their numbers and email. But you haven't, I assume. And to me, that's a sign that you want it, but not yet. Shades of Augustine. This is not something dependent on external factors. It's not like, say, wanting a raise at work, because while you can try hard to get one, it's not under your control. But this? This is totally under your control.

I think I could find at least 10 on this thread alone.

Stealthing is a pretty shitty thing to do and he'll land himself in hot water before long

Just 2 ?????? Should I be embarrassed of my liiiiittle tiiiiiiny bit longer list ???

Oh yes! I really love the Tom bits! The description of the slow torture of pleasure that Tom seems to enjoy just as much as the rough hard brutal fucks… yeah… Tom is perfect, absolutely perfect. And Hannes seems bent on taking Tom to his limits. I love this scene so much. I could see Tom’s meaty butt as Hannes pulled him off the end of the bed. Well done! And Hannes is a better man than me because I would have taken that ass right then. I also love Max’s developing friendship with the Dowager, it’s unexpected and hopefully provides Max with a focus other than Prince’s Consort. It’s heartwarming how comfortable Alex and Max are together.

I was with you until this. We have to keep it real. 90% of the no (insert race here) is from non-blacks, including Asians and “Anglo-Latinos.” You may have a few blacks being race exclusive, but that is the exception not the norm. Hell, a lot of black men don’t want other black men either. They can’t wait too line up to be in an environment without black people (see some of posts above). A lot of this black men who hate other black men are trying to “graduate” and find a place outside of black society and it’s a fools errand, but I digress. If you have a six lane street going one way, and every once in awhile they open one lane to go in the opposite direction, that’s not a two way street.

[think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video7372786/amateur_gay My kind of top1

I'm more a button down kind of guy, but would luv this for when I visit gay campgrounds.

Dan I knew I desperately wanted this part even more than after the first audition. The hot sex had me horny and wanting more. I went directly to the bathhouse. I started at the slurp ramp gobbling down three cocks in quick succession. It was clear the first two would have kept me sucking all day and half the night. I figure you can tell about two minutes in so I moved on. The third was a lovely curved seven inches with average thickness. It fit just right and bumped my tonsils when I took him deep throat. I soon heard the change in his breathing and doubled my efforts. "You better pull off. I'm gonna cum. " I pushed down 'til his bush was touching my lips. His blast sprayed on and around my tonsils. Even if it hadn't entered so deep I would have swallowed every drop. I milked him 'til he protested it was too sensitive. I wasted no time moving to another cock. One good feed inspires my desire for more. As I was sucking away I felt a presence come up behind me. He leaned in to speak gently in my ear. "You are fuckin great man. I so needed that. I want you to fuck me now. " "You got a room?" The door closed the moment we entered and our towels were on the floor. He expressed his delight at the size of my cock and was quickly on his knees. He had this way of using his hand gently on my cock head as he worked me with his mouth. I couldn't last long this way and asked him to stop. We proceeded to lay side by side and he said; "I know you. " "Awe really, from where?" "I saw you in a play about six months ago. You had a secondary part but did it well." "Thanks. I'm actually just coming from a second audition now. I hope I get the part. I think it's a great play." "Really, what's it about?" "Two guys meet in a bar and hookup. " "Um ... so what makes it great?" "Oh, I'd get to be naked on stage, simulate gay sex, and the theme really makes me horny. " "Sounds fun, but I don't think I get it. " "Oh yeah. The most important part is they end up having bareback sex and then argue about all the risks afterwards. " " Wow, bareback, raw fucking ... that's cutting edge theater. " "Fuck yeah ... speaking of which, you ready to get fucked?" "Um... you probably want to bareback me. That's not my scene and not okay. " "Awe ... yeah, raw would be great. But if you'd rather ..." He handed me a condom. It felt very tight as I rolled it on and I found myself remembering the pleasure of my raw cock going into the waiter after my last failed audition. The condom made my cock go flaccid. I hid it by rolling him over and eating out his ass. By his appreciative moans I knew I was hitting the right spots. However my cock remained flaccid. "Fuck me bro! I need your big cock in my ass. " "Sorry fella. I can't get hard. The condoms killing it for me. " I pulled it off. "Fuck bro! I need it bad!" "I can do you raw. " "No way man. Just finger fuck me. " "You sure?" "Yeah " So I went back to eating his ass and adding my fingers. His pleasure groans became howells of delight. My boner sprang to full attention. I moved up and teased his hole with my naked cock head. "You're mean. You know I need you to fuck me. But I can't let you in raw. " "Why not? Just the head, just the tip? I know you want it. " "NO ... um ... well maybe. Do you promise? Just the tip?" I popped inside. He moaned satisfaction and pushed his ass back taking in about half my unsheathed rod. "I thought you said just the tip?" "Yeah, but it feels so fuckin good in me. Just raw fuck me a bit. DON'T CUM. " I started penetrating deeper with each thrust. He couldn't hide his satisfaction. "Fuck man, your raw cock feels so good in me. I've never felt this before. Fuck me deep. ... ... but don't cum. " "Yeah you like my raw cock in your silky ass don't you?" "Yeah ... fuck me bro, raw fuck me. " "You didn't tell me not to cum that time, I bet you want me to breed you. " "YES, ... ah ... I mean no. As much as I want you to cum in my ass please don't. " I began pounding away. "I thought so, you want me to breed you. " "Fuck it feels so God damn good, of course I want you to breed me. I've never had anyone bareback me let alone cum in me. I want it but please don't. " My voice was now ragged; "Tell .. me ... what ... you need ...." "Fuck man , don't pull out ... breed me." I'm sure he could feel my entire body in the throws of orgasm. When we gained our breath he said; "Fuck man, what did you just do?" 'I just came in your ass and you loved it. " He reached down, stuck his finger in his hole, brought it to his mouth and sucked it off. "Fuck, I don't believe I let you do that. FUCK. Why does something so wrong feel so good? You shouldn't have done that. " "In the end you asked for it. " "Can you do it again?" He left the bathhouse with three loads from me and four from other strangers.

Dan I was extremely surprised to get a call back for a second audition. There were no other guys waiting when I arrived and the director invited me directly into the small room. The woman was not there and I was told she wouldn't be joining us. She had insisted I was the right top for the play and she'd encouraged the director to give me another chance. I thought, 'this sounds interesting.' "So what do you have in mind?" I enquired. "Well you've demonstrated you top very well. How are you with bottoming? I think you might be better in that role." "I'm bi and have only taken cock up the ass twice. It's not my thing , but simulated in a play, sure I'll give that part a try. " "You seem to like sex, I'd like to see you bottom for an escort I've hired." "Ah, I don't know. You really want him to fuck me for real? I thought the sex in the play was to be simulated?" "It is, but I need to see how well you perform in the real deed. You seemed to enjoy yourself in the first audition. " He showed me a website advertising the escort. This escort was way out of my league, tall, dark and Marlboro man handsome, with a ripped body and eight pack. I couldn't pass up a chance to see and taste his cock. I could always pull out of the audition before I let him fuck me. Besides if I had a chance at a part that beat waiting tables. I agreed to proceed and the director let the escort into the small room. The escort was told the gist of the play and we were asked to pick up the action at the tops home. I was pulled out of the room by my acting partner only to crash back through the door engaged in a passionate kiss while his hands worked fast to pull off my wife beater. I soon had his t shirt off and was nibbling on his erect nipple. My jeans were soon slipped to the floor and my cock was in his mouth. Fuck this was happening and full speed ahead. I couldn't wait to be introduced to his cock so released his belt and button up fly as he gave me excellent oral service. He stood. I dropped his jeans and his magnificent 10 inches were standing proud before my face. A generous dollop of precum already hung from his piss slit. My tounge licked it in and I plunged on his cock as deep down my throat as I could manage. We both slipped out of any remaining clothes and he repositioned me bending over the small desk. His tounge slid up my ass and I thought, 'holy fuck, this is going faster than I anticipated. I should stop it before it goes too far but his tongue fuck is way too enjoyable. ' Sooner than I anticipated he was standing behind me with his raw cock teasing my hole. When he pushed it inside I asked for a condom. "Didn't bring any. " was his casual reply. I looked to the director. He just smiled and shook his head. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! You gotta stop!" "You were willing to breed me in your first audition. " said the director. "Your turn. " I noticed I hadn't pulled my ass away. So did the escort as he pushed in deeper. Damn, was I also pushing back? "Okay, I gotta see if I can take the whole thing in, but then you have to pull out. Understand?" He began fucking me. With every penetration he ploughed deeper. I moved quickly from the initial pain to powerful enjoyment and couldn't hide my groans of pleasure. The director instructed, "Breed him. " The escort responded and asked me, "I'm getting close, where do you want me to cum?" "Oh, not yet! This feels so fuckin good, just keep railing me." The pace picked up even more. "Last chance ..." the escort. "No, no, don't stop, I need more. " "Argh ... fuuuuuuccck ... I 'm givin you more!" I felt him blast and paint my guts before he collapsed on my back. When we broke this embrace I saw I had cum spontaneously all over the floor. "Looks like you could manage either role. Thanks. I'll get back to you in the next few days. " I heard from the director as he paid the escort a generous sum.

ZEUS & WEEBLE Victor reminded him of George, his boyhood friend from so long ago. It was hard for Gabriel to judge the smaller guys when he looked down from so far above. A difference of a couple inches, or ten to fifteen pounds all looked the same on their tiny bodies. But one thing was always the same - that eagerness to prove themselves so that everyone else would think of them as one of the guys. George was good at that. When Gabriel would watch him longingly after their friendship ended he saw George fit in easily with a couple of the other guys at school. That made him both happy, and sad. Victor had almost exactly the same way of smiling no matter what it was. Victor always made sure to let the guys know how great they were doing, how strong, how fast, how proficient. He knew the best compliments to give. And he was ready to lend a hand no matter what the task or duty was. He volunteered more than anyone else. Some of the Bravos were reluctant, would grumble or try to trade off the duty Andrew told them to do. Victor never did and seemed happy to do anything. Gabriel hated to watch him struggle and had to stop himself from helping Victor all the time. Andrew had quietly talked to the rest of the Bravos and told them to only give Victor a hand if it looked like he couldn’t do something, and to let him try first. He said Victor needed to be proud of what he could do, and the more he could tackle himself the better off he would be. Andrew was pretty smart. He wanted Victor to know he would watch out for him by putting his arm over his shoulder. He was so little. Gabriel could fit his entire shoulder from neck to outside in his hand. Victor scooted closer to him when he did that and he squeezed his hand, being very careful to do it gently. They followed Andrew out the barracks exit to the area with the tables and benches where the other soldiers liked to smoke their cigarettes. There were five tables there, plenty of room to give some distance. Zeus noticed the others never bothered or tried to intrude upon the Bravos if there were more than two of them together. “Let’s sit here.” Andrew said, indicating the furthest table from the door. The yellow-orange glow of the sodium area lights above painted everything in brightness and shadows.Victor sat down and Addison went to go sit by Andrew across the table. Addison belonged next to Andrew, they were a team. Gabriel couldn’t fit easily between the bench and the table, so he straddled the bench with Victor on the bench to the side. “You want to tell me what’s going on with you, buddy?” Andrew asked. Gabriel loved the way Andrew always said it straight out but never accused or pried. Gabriel suspected Andrew had already figured out why Victor was acting different, that’s what Andrew was good at. And he was good at letting you say it yourself. Victor looked down at the table. Gabriel could see his hands between his nervously bouncing legs clasping and moving apart, his fingers dancing with anxious energy. Addison and Andrew couldn’t see that. Gabriel didn’t really know why, but it seemed the right thing to do when he moved forward and put his arm around Victor and snuggled up to his small body. “It’s okay Victor. You can trust Andrew. He’s not mean. And Addison isn’t mean either. They are really good.” He said softly down at Victor’s head. “They helped me and they will help you.” Gabriel felt Victor’s small body tremble. Was he afraid? “Don’t be afraid, Victor.” Gabriel tried to think of what Andrew would say. Both Sleeper and Andrew were just watching, silent. Gabriel liked how they could do that. They probably didn’t know that waiting was a bigger help than saying anything most of the time. And he didn’t know why he felt like Victor needed him but that’s the feeling he got. Or maybe it was that Victor needed all of them, he was just closest. Well, he could do that. He could do it because he didn’t do it for George. His only friend. But now he had Andrew and Addison. And he suddenly realized he could have as many friends as he wanted. ********** Victor didn’t want to look at these big guys, and suddenly he felt even more like an imposter. What was he doin here? Guys like them belonged here, not him. They were men, he was just a boy. And gay, which the Army absolutely said don’t belong here neither. His previous hopes of being straightened out by the military now struck him as laughably foolish. All he’d done was put himself into a situation where he had constant temptation and torture. He was 20 years old now and this dumb experiment proved everythin except what he wanted to happen. Two years and he didn’t feel any different. Well, except he’d learned not to swallow all the dicks. He supposed that was worth somethin, anyway. “Victor? C’mon man.” Sleeper said gently. “You have that look again. What are you thinking about?” It was time to stop pretendin. Besides, they’d see it all eventually if they hadn’t already so what was the use of tryin to hide it? It was pretty damn clear it was only a matter of time before things played out exactly like they had in the 128th back at Bragg. “I don’t belong here. At least not like you guys do.” Victor finally said. Assmunch and Sleeper both had the decency to look confused. That was nice of them to pretend like that. Sleeper jumped in before Assmunch. “You’re a Bravo, our brother Weeble. You sure as shit belong here.” Assmunch nodded. “That’s right. But why do you feel like you don’t?” Victor took a deep breath. It could be worse, he supposed. At least he was doing this on his own terms and gettin ahead of it before he messed up during some critical mission or operation. “That’s nice of you to say and all, but look at me. It takes so much more effort for me to do the same things you guys do. I struggle every day doin stuff you guys find easy. And what am I gonna do in any kind of direct engagement or combat? I’m only gonna get someone killed because I can’t keep up.” Assmunch snorted. “You keep up just fine, Weeble. None of us worry about you anymore. Yeah, when you first started it was pretty rough. But you weren’t any different than Wanker or Holler. Hell, even Chunk was struggling until he dropped that weight he brought with him when he came to Germany. Maybe you were too wrapped up in struggling to keep up to notice the others around you, but you weren’t the only one. Now, you do great.” “But I don’t feel like it. All you guys slow down so I can keep up. You always end up helpin me in some way. Nothin’s changed, I’m still not good at this stuff like you guys are.” Victor explained. Now that he started, he was feeling more confident that he was right. “I’m just holdin the Bravos back.” Assmunch shook his head. “Ah. So you’re feeling sorry for yourself. You think the rest of us find this stuff easy. We don’t slow down for you, Victor, we push you to keep up with us, and you do. Sleeper, how’d you do on last year’s M4 qualification?” Sleeper shrugged. “29. Not awesome.” “32 for me.” Assmunch said. “What about navigation?” “Ugh. Barely. I have the simple stuff down, but without Zeus and Cellblock with me in the forest in Germany I’d have led the guys to a cold death in that storm.” Assmunch nodded. “I’m better, but nowhere near as good as Zeus or Bootlicker. And what did Sleeper do in the forest? Sleeper got Zeus and Cellblock to help him. But we all know you qualified with a 37 on the M4, and your navigation and map reading is better than 80 percent of us. I could keep going but being able to ruck 40 pounds for 6 miles isn’t the only test of whether you belong here, Victor. Every single one of us depend on our brothers to give us a little help. That’s what brothers do. You’re our brother so we help you too. And don’t forget you didn’t start out as Infantry, so you’re having to catch up to a lot of us with the physical stuff.” “It feels like I won’t ever catch up. And you guys are talkin about Ranger School. There’s no way I’m gonna survive.” “Yes you will. You haven’t given up so far, and all of this has been really difficult. Why would you give up now?” Assmunch asked. Victor took a breath. “I guess I’m not givin up, exactly. I don’t wanna quit, and I don’t wanna stop bein a Bravo. You guys are totally nice to me, like…all of you. I guess I feel like if I can’t be like you guys and keep up by myself then I’m not really one of you. I feel like I’m pretendin’ to be a man. It sounds so stupid.” Assmunch’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “A man? Victor, you ARE a man. You aren’t pretending. Do you think even half the guys you went to high school with could do what you do now?” He paused. “Oh fuck, I know what you need.” “What are you thinking, Assmunch?” Sleeper asked. “Well, you all need it I think. Maybe I’m not doing the brothers any favors by keeping our noses to the grindstone and staying focused. You all need a reminder of who the fuck you are and how far you’ve come. We’ve been stuck behind Army walls for the last 8 months. It’s easy to lose sight of what all this means and I realized something when I went home. I want you guys to realize it too. We’re going off post Saturday.” *********** ASSMUNCH We finally got through Tower Week and while it seemed to go by quick, it also felt like we learned a thousand skills, terms, and details. We were kept running from location to location, listening in class, demonstrating what we were taught and of course jumping from taller and taller towers. We didn’t jump from the 250 foot tower, we were lifted up with a fully deployed parachute canopy and dropped, so you could learn to use the slips to guide your descent, and get a sense for how to hit the ground. It was way quicker than you expected. After a while, the height doesn’t even register and I have to say I don’t have any idea when I stopped thinking about that harness snapping into my groin but fuck I was relieved it wasn’t as punishing anymore. Not as punishing, but still not non-existent. You don’t stop moving or doing tasks from 0430 until 1800 after evening chow. And even after you were released it was study time because at any time while you were on the course a Black Hat could ask you to show and tell anything you’d been taught up until then. ‘What’s the donning procedure for the Harness Assembly?’; ‘Name 3 differences between the T-10C and the MC1-1B Canopy’; ‘demonstrate the 4000-count Exit Position’; ‘what are the 9 points of adjustment on the parachute harness’? They could tell at a glance who knew what they were doing, who made a mistake, and who was fucking off. It was their job to spot the slackers or those who were unprepared just as much as it was to instruct us and keep us from killing ourselves. Their duty was to make absolutely sure any unprepared soldier never made it on a plane for Jump Week. They didn’t yell if you got it wrong, they simply pointed out your mistake and instructed you on the right answer. I guess, for just this one thing, the Army figured fear and terror wasn’t a good motivator. Check back with me later in my career, there might be other things too, but right now, it was refreshing not to have a mistake shoved into your face. At this point, just about all the dead weight had dropped or been booted. All we had left to do was Jump Week, when we got to do five actual jumps from a C130 or C17. That was what this was all about…qualifying on your actual jumps. But, as we’d learned this week, way too many things could go wrong. Some were things you had to be prepared for - landing in a tree, water, power lines… a fucking building or structure of some kind. Others were malfunctions like your main parachute failing to deploy, lines getting twisted, descending into another paratrooper during descent. And then there were the mistakes. I don’t even want to think about those. If you were lucky, you’d only end up in a hospital for 8 weeks and physical therapy for 6 months after that. I’d told the guys we were going to enjoy our Saturday night out, but that morning at 0930 I grabbed Zeus to go around with me and talk to each brother individually to clear up anything they weren’t sure about, and to judge where they were having trouble. I was really proud of all of them, at how seriously they took the training and how they helped each other in between giving out heaping portions of ridicule and shit. What else were brothers for, right? I’d also had a quiet word with everyone about making Weeble feel even more included. Here’s the thing with Weeble: we weren’t doing him any favors by treating him like he needed our help. I don’t know where the good middle ground was but we didn’t need to treat him like he was one step away from failing all the time. After our talk Tuesday night I realized what I told him was true - he’d come a long way and he wasn’t the same soldier who seemed so inept when he first got to Germany. He’d grown, and we needed to grow with him. We’d fallen into a habit of watching out for him and he wasn’t fooled that it was for any other reason than he was the smallest. Sure, he needed the help way back then. But now he was 100% Infantry and we all needed to treat him no different than we’d treat any of the others. Just not like we treated Bootlicker because it literally took the whole Platoon to squeeze his ego and his brain into normal people size. Well, we were here to keep his ass grounded and we made sure he knew it. But Weeble? It was past time he stopped being the smallest brother, and became a brother in reality. My sessions with the Major were already showing benefits in all sorts of ways. I felt more centered, more focused and more aware. I did better on our morning runs, now up to 4 miles, and in morning PT. Of course, our morning runs weren’t a race because they wanted you to maintain a steady pace. You had a minimum completion time and a max. Still, the Bravos and any of the randoms who had an actual physical MOS felt 4 miles was a joke. I actually used the run time to meditate. I’ll go into detail some other time, but running was already a pretty mindless activity and with a group it became even more mindless because you had bodies around you that guided your path and pace. Benning ran a bus to town for the convenience of the soldiers in the Airborne Course, as well as those who were on temporary duty or assignment and had no personal transportation. We couldn’t stay out late if we wanted to catch the bus back, but that was okay. 2330 was the last bus which was fine because I didn’t want the Platoon to have a wild night. We could also get a cab if we wanted. Back then all the MP’s needed was your name and assignment to let a cab on post to pick you up. And the cab drivers who had the area around the base were pretty well known by the MP’s at the gate. Most of us couldn’t drink because Georgia’s legal drinking age was 21 so I didn’t think we’d be up for staying out too late anyway. In the afternoon we all went to the PX because more than a few of the guys realized their favorite shirt didn’t fit anymore or they wanted something new to look good in. We didn’t wear our civvies very often. I think my plan to get them to realize we were set apart from civilians was going to work pretty well, it was a strange feeling for way too many of the brothers to dress civilian. Combat boots walk a whole lot different than Nike Airs or Converse High Tops. Dimples was going to wear his boots but we told him not to be an idiot. I guess he thought he was going to impress some girl with his boots. Dimples wasn’t too bright. We had Potter take a picture of us with Wanker’s Canon 35mm and we made Wanker promise to get us all a copy of the print. That photo would become one of my most precious possessions in the years that followed. “What the fuck are you fucking around for? Let’s GO!” Demon cajoled with a hyper energy we all felt. Demon hated sitting still or waiting. “Troll…” Cellblock said. “Yeah yeah, I got him.” Troll replied. Troll was actually one of the ones we were waiting for. He rarely sped up or was in a rush. “The bus won’t be back for another 15 minutes Demon. Settle down. Besides, it’s 1930, we’re going to get to an empty bar and be jacking off with each other until the crowd gets there later. We’re not missing anything.” “Yeah, but it’s not HERE. Come on, Come on!” Demon refused to be calmed. He wasn’t feeling anything the rest of us didn’t feel. “Did everyone get enough cash this afternoon?” I asked. That was another thing that felt slightly off, carrying a wallet with money and I.D. It was different than being on duty somewhere that you needed it versus a physical training course. You didn’t carry your wallet during training because not only did you have no use for money, everything in your wallet would probably get ruined with sweat, water, dirt, mud or any number of other things and a lump in your pocket got in the way more often than not. At Airborne, all you needed was your I.D. and meal card during duty hours so those were the only items you kept on you. Of course we invited Potter, Battles and Lenger. They’d asked around and heard of a bar uptown that allowed under 21. I have no idea why they hitched to us for our night out when they were all a few years older and didn’t have to hang out with young Army Privates but I guess they had their reasons. We got lucky with a bus that was almost empty so we could all get on as a group and the cheap, basic nature of the white vehicle made me smile because like everything Army it was built for utility not comfort and reminded me of a school bus. The guys were totally hyped and I felt a little bad for the six other passengers who had to endure the rowdiness of 32 twenty year old soldiers on their first night out in 7 months. The night was chilly and I was mesmerized by the yellow/orange sodium streetlights making pools of light in the darkness as we passed close to buildings. In between, the Army let the darkness rule. As a training base, there was the occasional bit of foot traffic on the sidewalks as soldiers went to various Saturday night activities the base provided like the movie theater, bowling alley, gym, rec center, or even just going to hang out with someone they knew or just met. “Did you always want to be a Corpsman, Lenger?” I made sure to pronounce it correctly as Len-jer as he’d pointed out last week, turning to look at the Petty Officer. Zeus was sharing a seat with Potter, Sleeper was next to Battles, and I shared with Lenger. Potter and Battles were never far from Zeus and Sleeper. Although all the branches had their rivalries and you always believed your branch was the best, it just felt like Marines went with Army, and Navy went with Air Force. Navy and Air Force utilized machines to wage war and fight. The Marines and Army… well, we WERE machines. We were the boots on the ground. We led the charge, went in, looked the enemy in the eye and ruled the battlefield. We had a mutual respect between our branches even if we argued over who did it best. I admired how the Marines bred toughness and competence. But I admit to being a little puzzled why the Corpsman seemed joined at the hip with Battles and Potter. Lenger shrugged and nodded. “Free medical school? Fuck yeah. I don’t have to shoot someone in the head every day? Fuck yeah. I don’t have to dodge shells, bullets and mortars? No brainer. I don’t have to crawl around in mud with you bastards? Oh hell yeah.” He laughed. I couldn’t argue with that, but he wasn’t done. “Seriously though, I like fixing people and my parents don’t have enough money to send me to college and medical school. Never thought I’d be jumping out of a fucking plane though. I still don’t know why I signed up for the Airborne Course. They told me it would qualify me for an overseas station and I’d move to the short list. You know how it is, every bit of extra training moves your file to a better desk.” I could understand that. Getting stationed OCONUS (Outside the Continental US) was a hope most enlistees had. The military and crafty recruiters really sold the whole exotic adventure angle of enlisting because they knew it would seal the deal and get that signature. But like everything military there were no guarantees or promises and they held that carrot out in front of soldiers to incentivize training and performance. If there was one thing the military was good at it was offering incentive. Offering. Delivering, well not so much unless you constantly qualified at training and performance. I could only speak for the Army, but foregoing competence for political advancement eroded any trust the ranks might have in you. And there were plenty of those types - the ones who kissed ass and climbed by stepping on those around them. “Yeah, but you just have to get on a ship to go around the world.” I replied. Lenger’s face scrunched. “Nah. Boats aren’t for me.” I laughed. He grinned. I think he knew what I was going to say before I even said it. “You joined the Navy and you don’t like boats?” “See? You mud crawlers never understand. I’m fine with the sea, ships, all that. I just don’t want to be on one for six months and bunk three high, hop through hatches all day, ask for permission to go topside to see the sky once a day. I guess the worst part is you’re never alone and it’s never quiet. Some guys like that part of it. I don’t. It’s always close quarters on a boat. I did my stretch, never want to do that again.” He explained. I nodded. I wouldn’t like that either. It did make me wonder if the Navy had anything like an Infantry Platoon where you became brothers and stopped minding having them around all the time. “You have to be an Officer to be a doctor right?” I didn’t know that for sure, but it made sense. “Yeah, which is another reason I asked for shore duty. I need to finish school, get my degree. Then I get a commission and can go to Medical School. Potter was saying you hoped to get your Ranger tab?” “Not just the tab, Sleeper, Zeus and I want to be Rangers.” I answered. “Maybe a few of the other Bravos too. I haven’t asked them.” Lenger looked at me. “What about Officer? Any plans to get a Commission?” I shrugged. “Not sure. I don’t know if I’m Officer material. That’s a whole different world up there.” “Dude, you’re absolutely Officer material. I see the way you handle your guys. But the most revealing part is how they follow you. I have to be honest, Potter, Battles and I all wish you could tell us how you do that. You’re what? 19? 20? You don’t yell, you don’t give orders… you just tell them what you want and they get it done. Hell, they don’t even argue which I have to say just shatters my entire preconceived notions of Grunts.” That made me laugh. “Oh, we’re still Grunts. All of us certifiably dumb enough to pull a trigger. I don’t know, man. These guys are my brothers. I feel responsible for them. I want all of us to do well, be our best. We’re at our strongest when everyone pulls together so that’s always been my goal. I don’t give orders because I don’t have to make them do stuff. They’ve never let me down, so I won’t let them down.” Lenger nodded. “Yeah, definitely Officer material.” “I guess I had some good Sergeants and El Tees as examples.” I said. “My dad had a lot to do with it too. I just try to behave the way he said I should.” The bus passed through the security gate and we were suddenly on civilian soil. I know I was imagining it, but the air felt different. The curbs weren’t as crisp, the land alongside the road seemed wild and ignored. The businesses appeared a bit shabby. I don’t think civilians understood how every detail on a military base was organized, purposeful, directed, overseen, and inspected. Sure, civilian contractors were employed to manage the maintenance and upkeep of just about everything with a few important exceptions but God help whatever Officer commanded base operations if the grass wasn’t mowed or there was anything sloppy on the grounds. If a full bird or a two star saw that shit someone was getting a directive. Which meant the civilian contractors would have a military escort while they did their work for a week. Just passing through the gate felt like you entered a different world. The civilian world was wild, unmanaged, disordered, chaotic. Even the buildings were irregular without any sort of plan to their arrangement. The military functioned on order. I knew the brotherhood were noticing the view out the bus windows when it got quiet. Sure, they didn’t know why yet, but this was the feeling I wanted them to understand. We were different. We weren’t part of that world. We were something more. We could visit this world for a time, but we belonged in the Army world. Eventually we might manage to strike a balance like my Dad did, but the ways we were molded by the Army would never leave us. After a few stops, Potter announced our destination was coming up. “Time to LET LOOSE BRAVOS!” Demon shouted. Oh holy fucking hell… the last thing we needed was Demon off his leash. I wasn’t going to herd him, or any of the brothers. That would defeat the purpose of the exercise. If chips were going to fall, they’d do it without my control. “God help us.” Lenger muttered. I snorted. “Whatever happens tonight, at least it’ll make a great story to tell the Squids, right? Besides, I heard Fleet Week sets a high bar.” He laughed. “Touché. I can’t fucking wait!” And that made me laugh too. *********** The bar was empty. Everyone that was under 21 got a stamp on their hand in some kind of invisible ink that only showed up under a black light. Well, except for the Marines and Lenger because they were all a few years older. But it was a nice bar, and because we’d gotten there before 2200, we didn’t have to pay cover. Bonus. There were a few different areas with a bar in each one. I was looking forward to seeing the entertainment that the dance floor would provide. As you walked in there was a large area with two pool tables, a couple dart boards and a pinball machine. Around the corner was a sort of lounge area with a few high top tables and another small bar. The dance floor was through a wide doorway and up a couple steps. Off to the side of the dance floor was the largest bar. Potter had chosen well. Just judging by the size of this place, it was going to get really busy in a couple hours. I hoped there would be a lot of women. Not for me, Kevin was the only one on my mind, but even if they didn’t score I wanted the guys to remember what it was like to just have a good time. We soon got into Take The Table pool games while we passed the time until the bar filled up. Weeble surprised us all. He kept the table for over an hour, killing everyone who challenged him. “Fuck dude…you’re so lucky!” Shark said after the second time he lost in the rotation, watching Weeble sink the 8 ball in his called pocket. Weeble shrugged. “You played really good Shark. That 6 ball bank shot was amazing!” Shark scowled. “You had easier shots. Every time I had to shoot the cue ball was buried.” I watched Weeble as he smiled at Shark’s disgruntled comment. “But you still sunk five of yours with harder shots, Shark! You’re a good pool player.” I didn’t know a lot about pool, but it couldn’t be a coincidence that every time Weeble had a difficult shot and he missed the cue ball ended up in the worst spot for Shark. Over the course of the hour I watched Weeble hit shot after shot and leave the cue ball in almost perfect alignment for the ball he shot next. I felt goosebumps up my spine. Weeble knew what he was doing. He wasn’t going to lose unless he wanted to lose. I grinned when I also realized he was hiding how good he actually was. By this time the bar had started filling with both locals and military from the base. There was a group of four country boys watching the pool tables who looked like good ole boys. The way they were leaning in to talk to each other over the loud music signaled they were hatching some plan as they commented to each other about Weeble’s shots. Weeble kept looking over at them a little too regularly for me to think he wasn’t clued in to what they were planning. So I went up to him as Cellblock racked the balls. I leaned in to talk in Weeble’s ear while he chalked his cue. “I think those four want a piece of you.” I said. Weeble shot me a shocked look. “What do you mean, Assmunch?” I glanced at the country boys real quick. “They’ve been watching you play. They’re hatching some plan.” Weeble looked nervous. “Like what? Assmunch, don’t leave.” Huh? Why was he so worried? He could beat these backwoods country fuckers without looking. I could tell just by looking at them they thought they were the shit, some lucky prize for some unlucky girl who had the misfortune to swallow the drinks they’d ply her with before carrying her blasted ass out the door. They’d probably just fuck her drunk in the backseat of their truck and leave her in the parking lot without her panties to find her barely conscious way home. I knew the look, knew their type. They had all of Sleeper’s arrogance without his kindness. His swagger without his humility. And nowhere near his looks. Sure they were four good looking guys, decently built but nothing remarkable next to the guys in the Bravos. And they were going to be really sad…so sad, when the girls saw them in the same room with Sleeper and Zeus. They’d be lucky if there was enough alcohol in the entire bar to make the women forget about Sleeper and Zeus. “Hey black boy! We gonna take next.” The tallest asshole called out just as Cellblock finished snugging the 8 ball into the center of the rack and rolling it forward over the set spot on the green felt. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck spike. Cellblock looked at me. I gave him an angry look back and shifted my head sideways. However he wanted this to go, I was behind him. He looked a little defeated and I suddenly felt both anger and sadness. How the fuck was this 1993 and this fucking bullshit still happened? I got up off my stool and was just about to intercede when Potter walked up. I swear to FUCKING God this FUCKING Jarhead had the most horrible timing. “Hey Assmunch, I got you a drink. Pour it in your virgin glass. Here’s an empty for what you’re drinking now.” He handed me the empty. The bar had clear glasses for the alcohol drinkers and red plastic cups for the underage patrons. Once again, my initial impression did the Lance Corporal a huge disservice. As I poured my plain coke into the empty and swapped it with whatever alcoholic beverage Potter had selected for me I mentally apologized to whatever God the Marines worshiped. Potter had been nothing but a complete brother. “We’re about to have a problem, Marine.” I said. “These fucking rednecks just called Cellblock a black boy and took the next game.” “Hoo-rah, time to stack some bodies.” Potter flexed his impressive body and gave an evil smile. Yeah, that was the last time I’d doubt Potter. And actually, it was the last time I doubted any Marine the entire time I served. I looked at Cellblock with a similar grin, but was surprised when he shook his head surreptitiously with a serious, frightened look. I was going to need a talk with him for whatever that was about. Bravos don’t back down. I learned later that Georgia still had a reputation with black people for continuing the worst racial abuses imaginable. Cellblock explained it using terms like ‘uppity niggers’ and ‘teach them to know their place.’ I remember the shock I felt at that. I mean, I wasn’t completely clueless, I knew subtle racism was still around. But this was like something out of the 1950’s. “Sure guys!” Cellblock said, turning around with a smile. “I’ve already played a couple times. You can play Victor.” Totally and completely out of character for Cellblock, to be so effusive and servile. I might be crazy, but it almost sounded like he tried to sound more … fuck… more white. Cellblock sounded nothing like that usually. He was more rough around the edges intelligent, direct, even challenging. And ‘Sure guys!’ From his mouth just hit wrong…It should have been ‘Aight’ or better yet ‘fuck yo white ass’. “Damn straight. Luke, you want first?” The biggest of the pack said to the skinny redhead of the group. Tall and lanky, Luke stiffened up like he held the entire white race on his shoulders. Poor Weeble had a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. I walked up to Weeble and whispered in his ear. “They shit on Cellblock. Teach them you don’t fuck with the Bravos.” He looked at me, and I kept his gaze until his eyes hardened to match my own. “Twenty to play on my table.” The lead redneck said, throwing a bill down on the table edge. He seemed confident that his redheaded buddy had some skill. Oh, now… this fucking backwoods piece of racist shit was already counting his paycheck. Well, even though I’d never seen the redhead play, there was no way I was going to leave Weeble out to dry. “Just $20? I guess you’re afraid or don’t know the price. Victor’s table costs $60. It’s cool if you can’t afford it.” I had confidence in Weeble, I had been watching how he planned every shot. There was no way this small town fucking bar table idiot could outplay my brother. And even if Weeble lost, we’d walk away and forget about these fuckers. $60 was worth it to walk away from garbage like this. The redneck posse huddled in a nervous, fervent conversation. Lead redneck… hell, let’s just call him the Grand Dragon, because it was highly likely his Uncle-dad-Grandfather ran the local Klan chapter… angrily gestured his three buddies into silence and I chuckled when he held out his hand and they deposited three $20 bills. This fucker…. Wow… I saw no indication of how huge his fucking balls had to be because the front of his tight jeans were completely flat. He’d bet money he didn’t even have. Wow… Maybe Bootlicker could take lessons from this fuckwad. I squeezed Weeble’s shoulder, and leaned in. “Take it all, brother. Let’s make the boys some money. If you feel good about it, slack off and make it seem like you’re just getting lucky. Let’s milk these assholes for every dollar they got paid working at the hog farm.” Weeble grinned. “I can do it.” He said. I took out the whole sixty bucks I’d gotten for the night from my wallet and handed it to Potter. I only expected to actually spend maybe $20, but I wanted to have enough to cover someone else if they needed it. “Get their $60, bud.” Potter went over to the Klan and held out his hand. “Fuck you! We ain’t lettin’ one of your buddies hold the money.” Grand Dragon spat. I raised my eyebrows and smiled. “My buddy’s a Marine. Are you saying that Marine doesn’t have honor?” Well that hit a nerve, but let’s be honest here, Potter may not be Sleeper’s size, but he was still jacked and there was no mistaking he could kick some serious ass. The Grand Dragon had at least half a brain because he handed his sixty to Potter. And of course Potter did the honorable thing and stood off to the side visibly holding the game purse so that no one had any cause to start an argument. “Victor, it’s your table, go ahead and break.” I said, nodding to Weeble. “Bar rules, no slop, call your shot and contact with the opponent’s ball first loses your turn. Clean shot on the 8 ball to win.” I announced. “Multiple balls sunk on the break is breaker’s choice. Scratch is cue ball behind the line.” Standard shit, but I wasn’t going to let them have any room to cheat. I already knew they would if given half a chance. “That’s right. Break ‘em midget.” Grand Dragon sneered. It was going to take everything I had not to force his teeth down his worthless throat with my fist. I signaled to Cellblock to come stand beside me. There was a certain amount of smack talking expected, but country cousin-fucker over there was way over the line. ‘Trust Weeble.’ I told myself and took a deep breath. I automatically fell into Major Collins’ lesson and the calm descended. I reached out and grabbed Cellblock’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. He looked at me and I gave him a smile. “Weeble’s going to get you some payback, brother. Just watch.” And it was a work of art. Weeble could have taken the win without ever letting the lanky redhead have a shot, but he played it sly and sneaky. He missed shots I knew he could make and somehow left the redhead with no clear shot. Weeble attempted to sink his 2 ball and instead nudged Redhead’s 9 ball right in front of the pocket. And Redhead was a bull in a china shop on the felt, slamming the cue ball and sending it spinning around the table into other balls even when he made his shot. There was no finesse, no strategy, no positioning like Weeble orchestrated. Redhead was the sort that believe power demonstrated skill so he hit the cue ball hard, every time. Unless you’d seen Weeble’s hour long run before the Klan showed up it absolutely looked like he was outmatched. The best part of it was how frustrated Redhead got when Weeble never left him a clear shot to any of his balls, even though Weeble refused to sink any of his own. I had a hard time not laughing at how Weeble was making it seem like he was the absolute worst player ever to play while at the same time frustrating Redhead so much he couldn’t stop whining. Finally, it was down to Redhead having a half table rail shot on the 11 ball, while Weeble still had his 5, 1 and 6 ball scattered over the table. At a casual glance, it looked like Weeble was going to lose. Except there was no shot on the 8 without it contacting Weeble’s 1 ball by the corner pocket. Even if Redhead made his 11, which I seriously doubted he had the skill to both sink a rail shot AND line up for the 8, he was never going to be able to get past Weeble’s 1. Of course Redhead missed his rail shot on the 11, but he did position it near the corner pocket for his next shot. It was a thing of beauty how Weeble ran the game without making it look like he knew what he was doing all along. I leaned into Cellblock. “You’re going to want to get the guys. Weeble is going to empty these fucker’s pockets, and I want them to see it.” Cellblock grinned and darted off into the depths of the bar. I crossed my arms and put my best Sarge’s scowl on my face as Weeble lined up for his shot on the 1, his last ball. He struck the cue ball so gently I felt my stomach clench. There was no way it was going to hit with enough force to roll the 1 into the pocket. “Hah! The little midget don’t have the strength. He’s all tired out.” Grand Dragon laughed. But damned if that cue ball didn’t kiss the 1 just enough to ease it behind the 8 ball and move it towards the pocket. “It hit the 8! I saw it hit the 8!” Grand Dragon was already celebrating. If the 1 ball fell, Weeble would lose his turn based on slop and Redhead would have a clean shot on the 8 for the win. Of course the 1 never touched the 8. But that wasn’t going to matter. Grand Dragon was going to cheat so he didn’t lose his $60. I watched the 1 ball trickle towards the pocket. And it stopped, blocking the 8. I had a whole new appreciation for Weeble in that moment. He knew. He knew there would be bullshit. He never wanted that 1 ball to fall. And the cue ball barely moved off the rail. Weeble set it all up. I watched him turn to me and smile that fucking bright happy smile of his. This was the Weeble I wanted to see all the time. The brothers were filtering in to stand watching around the periphery as Redhead tried to line up on the 11 but the cue ball was too close to the rail to get a clean hit. He totally scuffed it but somehow managed to send the cue ball in the general direction of the 11 ball which was all it took because it was just a couple inches from the pocket. Redhead was no true pool player, or he would have missed so that Weeble was left with an impossible shot. Instead, Redhead was going to lose the game without Weeble having to do a thing. After the 8 ball fell Potter handed the $120 to Weeble with a smile. The guys were all congratulating Weeble and he looked like he won the lottery. “You’re not done, midget.” Grand Dragon shouted. “You got real lucky, but you gotta play me now. Double or nothin.” I stepped forward. “We just came out to have some fun tonight. I think we’re done playing pool. Table’s yours.” I said. “You can leave. But the midget is going to play me.” I looked around dramatically. “Play all the midgets you want, Sparky. I don’t see any here, but knock yourself out in that fantasy world you got going on.” I turned around to walk back to the guys and something told me he wasn’t going to let me go. I trusted the feeling I had and half turned to see his hand extended to either grab me or push me. It didn’t matter which. “If you still want to finger fuck your sister later with that hand you need to get it the fuck away from me, dickhead.” I growled. Okay, so that was probably the wrong way to de-escalate this, but c’mon… I was working with a fucking cave-man here. What else was going to get through his Neanderthal skull? If there’s one kind of guy I knew all about, it was this small town fucking cow turd has-been high school hero. It would be my distinct pleasure to dismantle this racist piece of ignorant shit one vital organ at a time until he cried blood. “Let’s step outside and say that again, asshole.” Grand Dragon blustered. I blinked. Points for stupidity and an utter lack of awareness. Double points. “I’m not going to have a bar fight with you.” I resumed walking away. Well fuck. This wasn’t how I wanted this night to turn out. But I’d had about enough of these cockweasels. This wasn’t going to be easy. I took a deep breath, found that calm center and turned around to give him an apologetic grin. “Sorry about the sister thing. Look, no one in my group wants to play pool with you. And I don’t want to fight you. Let’s just pretend this never happened and get on with our night.” I offered. “What about my money?” He shot back. “Victor won it. It was your idea to bet money in the first place.” It wasn’t looking like he was going to let this go. “One game. Same stakes.” He was really pushing it. “Do you even have $60? You had to borrow from your friends the last time.” He looked at his buddies who didn’t look happy. “I tell you what, if you win, you get your $60 back. If Victor wins, you walk away, enjoy your night and we can all just call this a learning experience.” I offered. “Fine.” Grand Dragon grumbled. I didn’t know why he was grumbling, it was a pretty sweet deal for him. But, I told myself, Neanderthals can’t math too good so I couldn’t expect higher brain functions like realizing when someone was giving him a gift. “Great! Your rack.” I fake-smiled the words in his direction. There’s no need to describe what happened. Weeble broke, then ran the table. Grand Dragon never got to use his cue stick. He was angry and in shock. There was absolutely no luck in what Weeble did. “Have a great night.” I said, putting my arm around Weeble and leading him to the other part of the bar where the dance floor was. The rest of the guys followed us. “Wow Victor, where did you learn to play like that?” “I bought a book. And there was this place all the kids used to hang out called Mr. Z’s Gameroom in a strip mall. They had eight pool tables and it wasn’t expensive to rent one for a couple hours. They had all the best arcade games too, Ms. Pac-Man, Galaga, Street Fighter, Golden Axe, like every one of the best. I’d just get a table and since I was alone different guys would ask if they could play me. I can’t play too good on a regulation table, it’s too big for me. But bar tables are easy. Here’s your money back.” I took my $60 back from him. “No shit, you really know how to work the ball, Victor.” He laughed. He really was a naturally happy dude. “I didn’t even do half the tricks I know.” He grinned. I wasn’t really a dancing kind of guy, so I just stood off to the side watching the Bravos have fun. I should have known the Klan wasn’t going to let things go. I was sipping the drink Potter had brought me keeping tabs on all the Bravos and whether they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Sleeper was doing his best trying to teach Zeus how to move on the dance floor but it wasn’t going well. They had a couple girls with them who were trying really hard to bark up the wrong tree. Even so, I could tell both of my friends were enjoying the attention. Sleeper knew what they were after, but it was so obvious that Zeus didn’t have a clue. Cellblock was sweet-talking some pretty thing at the bar, Troll was on the dance floor surprising everyone with his fancy feet…hell I never would have thought he was a good dancer but my man could move. Overall, half the guys were working their novelty to the local girls and the other half were as awkward as I expected. On my third scan, I realized I wasn’t tracking Weeble because he was lost in the tall crowd, it was because he just wasn’t anywhere. I made a circuit of the large dance floor, then went through the door to the lounge area, and finally the game area near the front door. No Weeble. I got a cold feeling when I also didn’t see the Klan anywhere. Bathroom. I went to the corner in the lounge area where the bathrooms were. It was still only 2245 so the place wasn’t super packed yet and there wasn’t a line at the bathroom. I pushed open the door and saw the Grand Dragon had Weeble cornered by the long trough urinal. Victor looked terrified and I wondered why. Country Cousin-Fucker might be a big boy, but he was a dumb piece of shit and Weeble could handle him with no problems. “Victor, quit fucking around and kick this inbred fucker’s ass.” I said, crossing my arms by the door. “I can’t Andrew. They might kick me out.” He seemed completely defeated. “I’ll just give him his money back like he wants.” “Stay out of this or I’ll kick your ass too.” Grand Dragon snarled. I sighed and ignored his ridiculous empty threat. “Weeble, the Army won’t kick you out and you won’t leave the Bravos for fighting. We aren’t on post, and this isn’t another soldier. None of this is a military matter. Stand up for yourself and show this piece of shit why we’re the best.” “Give me my money midget!” “You have to do it, bud.” I told Victor. I kind of wondered where the Grand Dragon’s Klan were, he didn’t seem the type to do anything without his friends. I moved my foot to wedge the door. This shouldn’t take long. “Put him down Weeble.” Grand Dragon was no trained fighter. If he had any sense he’d use his longer reach to stay outside of Weeble’s striking range. Instead, like all idiots who were over confident in their ability he used his size for intimidation. In a real fight, intimidation was an amateur dependence that only left you open for an attack. It wasn’t lost on me that Grand Dragon hadn’t even begun smacking Victor around. Bullies were always reluctant to have a true fight. “Assmunch… I don’t—“. I didn’t let him finish. “Fuck him up, Weeble, NOW!” There’s something to be said for training. A direct command takes a short cut past the decision making processes and action follows automatically when you’re trained for it. Now Grand Dragon was somewhere around six feet tall which put him a head taller than Weeble. That meant nothing. The sad part of all of it was how casually Weeble moved, grabbing Grand Dragon’s right wrist and smoothly stepping under his arm (size difference advantage superior move) twisting it with an almost gentle force until Grand Dragon was bent over and attempting to turn. Then Weeble kicked the country boy’s left knee from the side and just like that he collapsed where his chin hit the lip of the trough urinal and he crumpled to the piss splattered floor. Three seconds, tops. Weeble released his opponent’s wrist. “Victor, you can’t ever be afraid to fight.” I told him. “Don’t ever take shit from anyone. You’re always going to have people underestimating you and treating you like you aren’t their equal. Well you aren’t their equal, you’re better. And with most guys, it’s only going to take one time of you proving that for them to give you the respect you deserve. None of us go looking for a fight, but if one comes to us it’s sometimes going to be unavoidable. You deal with it. Figure out the consequences later. Now let’s get out of here. I figure you earned a drink.” “Are we just going to leave him there?” Weeble asked as he walked over to me. “Yep. His friends will find him. Other people will just think he passed out drunk. And trust me, he’s not going to tell anyone that you kicked his ass without any kind of fight. He’ll make up some excuse. Who knows, maybe he’ll get lucky and wake up before anyone sees him laying in piss.” We left the bathroom. I checked my watch. 2249. Guess it was time to round up the guys. I didn’t want to wait for the last bus… it was going to be full. Everyone except Potter, Battles and Lenger reluctantly came along. The Marines and Corpsman were going to stay out, drink, and catch a cab back to base. It looked like they had some chicks interested. Potter probably had a sure thing the way the woman was snuggled under his thick arm. Battles was going to have to wingman it for the chick’s friend but she didn’t look disappointed in second choice even if she wasn’t getting as cozy with him. Her body language was still hesitant but her facial expressions demonstrated interest. Frequent smiles, eye contact, that pretense of bashfulness. Yeah, all Battles had to do was make a move. Maybe they would be catching that cab back in the morning. I sat with Weeble on the bus back to Benning. “You had the most interesting night of all of us, bud.” I told him, laughing. “Hey guys, guess what Weeble did?” I announced to the brothers. “Besides kicking our ass in pool? Dude, you’re something else!” Troll called out. Weeble smiled big. “He KO’d that asshole in the bathroom when he tried to make Weeble give him back the money he’d won.” I told them. “No shit? Fuck yeah, that’s what he gets for messing with a brother!” Bootlicker cheered. I held my hands up with a single finger. “Put him to sleep in two moves.” Sleeper got up and clapped a hand on Weeble’s shoulder with a big handsome grin. “That’s my man!” He congratulated. “Damn bro, you kicked ass all over the place tonight you fucking badass.” Chunk called from the back. “WEEBLE ROCKS!” The rest of the guys all chimed in with various congratulatory shouts. “Get up and acknowledge your fans, bro!” I slapped him on the back. Weeble stood up on the seat and took a sheepish bow with what I can only describe as a surprised smile of pure happiness. When he sat back down I said “See? Don’t ever doubt yourself again. You belong with this group of idiots.” I politely ignored the tears that started to form in his grateful eyes.

I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m afraid it’s something that’s just becoming more and more common in dealing with internet apps because there’s no consequence when men with no integrity behave badly. Honestly, that’s the fatal flaw in all of them - they’re a free pass to treat people like shit and get away with it. I appreciate @NWUSHorny’s sentiment about it being their loss, but the fact is that it’s your loss, too - you lost the time you spent cleaning out, you lost the time snd money it took to transport yourself out there, and you lost the opportunity to actually have sex with someone who wanted to. For that matter, a third person may have lost as well, because the assholes who ghosted you essentially cock-blocked anybody else who might have had a chance at you. That’s what enrages me the most about it, that it’s just such an utterly selfish, inconsiderate thing to do. And yes, you men reading this who are guilty of ghosting people, I’m talking about you.

Chapter 9 I arrived home, breathed out. There was nothing to now but get on with life. The next week or so passed in a blur. I went out at the weekend with my straight mates as I hadn’t seen them in a while. We shared a few beers, and went round our usual haunts. I was still not out as gay to them but it was obvious to me that things had changed. They were eyeing girls up, I simply wasnt interested, and for the first time I noticed I had been eyeing up a couple of hot, if probably straight guys. I knew my slide had gained momentum and I was travelling down a one way street. And it felt good! However after a week of not going to the Queen Molly or seeing my new mates I was horny. Phil and Steve were in Gran Canaria for another week. I would have to make my own entertainment. I decided to take the plunge and visit a sauna in the gay village. I paid my money changed, kept my key and towel and went to explore. I had a shower and tucked some lube in my key strap. There was a younger crowd in , not my usual types but I noticed a twinky fella mid twenties, and smooth , eyeing me as I prowled round. I eyed him and went into the steam room. I sat down and waited, lazily just stroking my cock. It wasn’t long before the door opened, and he walked in. He peered round and sat down next to me. He was erect , only about six inches and not particularly thick. But he looked keen. He started wanking my cock before getting on his knees. He started sucking my cock. I was going to have to change my game and top for the first time. I stiffened at the thought. It would be bare. I stood and took his hand, leaving the steam room and moving into a private room . He climbed on the plastic covered mattress, offering me his ass. I wanted to tongue that beautiful hole before he would feel my cock. I spread his ass cheeks and pushed my tongue in his sweet hole. ‘You want this cock boy? ‘He nodded. ‘Yes sir’ I ripped open the lube and pushed a finger in his hole. He tensed, ‘easy boy’ I said. I climbed on the mattress and positioned myself behind him . I pushed in him slowly. He was tight. ‘Have u a condom?’ He asked as I gradually filled his ass. ‘No, I don’t use them. This will be bare or not at all. ‘ I gradually started withdrawing my cock before pushing back in him, teasing his hole. ‘Don’t worry, I tested neg last week and have taken PreP’ I added. It was kind of true. ‘Uh ok’ he muttered. ‘I can pull out if you want’ I suggested, as I started picking up the pace of my fucking. ‘No, just don’t cum in me’ . I said nothing. The thought of cumming in him was making me rock hard. There was no way I was going to pull out, he just needed to want it. ‘You like Daddy’s cock boy? You like this raw cock in you?’ I wanted to push him. I could see he was conflicted but he just wanted cock. ‘Yes please fuck me, that feels good’ I imagined that I might be poz and fucking him, that nearly tipped me over the edge. I started ramming his arse whilst holding his hips .I pinned him and he seemed to be resigned to his fate. ‘I’m nearly cumming boy, I know you secretly want this don’t you?’ He stayed silent and I knew he was mine. ‘Tell me now or I stop!’ I ordered. There was no way I was stopping but he didn’t know that. ‘Yes’ he whispered. ‘Louder’ I ordered. ‘I can’t hear you’ ‘yes I do. Please don’t pull out ‘ he whimpered. It was all I needed to hear as I came , emptying a few days worth of cum in him. He had a glazed look in his eyes. The look that says you have been well fucked. ‘Good Boy! You will never go back now. It will always be bare from now on. Remember that’ I picked up my towel and left him. The itch had been scratched and after another brief walk round the sauna I left. I had fucked my first twink. I was never going to fuck proper alpha males, I would be taking their raw cocks, but I would make exceptions every now and then I decided for cute twinks. My week of abstinence was broken and after unwinding at home for an hour, I was wanting cock myself. I toyed with going to the Molly but when Looking through my wallet, Gino’s card fell out. I picked it up. Without waiting I sent a text ‘Hi this is Neil’ I waited. I wasn’t really expecting a response and was about to open a beer, when my phone pinged. ‘ Hello! I wondered whether you would message me. You feeling ok? ‘ the message read. ‘Yes fine! …….. just horny’ I sent the message. I hoped I wasn’t on the wrong page. ‘ Good. I may be able to help that. However it will involve poz cock’ the reply came back. My cock stirred. ‘Yes please’ I quickly replied, before I could think rationally. ‘good’ the reply came. I got a pin map sent. 30 mins. It was around five miles from my flat. I knew what would happen. I wanted it as I pictured the glimpse of the tattoo he had shown me. I knocked on the front door. It swung open. I walked in. I had gone commando under my track pants, ready for action. Gino appeared behind me. He was in some scrubs. ‘Guys tend to like me in scrubs’ he explained ‘ It’s that medical test fantasy’ I sank to my knees. His stiff cock strained against his scrubs . I just wanted it. I pulled the scrubs. His big mushroom head appeared, and that tattoo. Pure sex. I licked the head slipping it in my mouth. He pushed it down my throat making me gag. I pulled off and kissed his biohazard tattoo. ‘ You will get there, I guarantee it. ‘Gino said. ‘ you will have my seed in you soon’ My inner slut was rising. ‘ I want that cock fucking me’ I replied, slipping out of my joggers. He led me to a bedroom and positioned me on all fours. He briefly lubed my itching hole before placing that huge clock head at my entrance. ‘ I want you to feel this pushing in. Savour it’ My hole stretched to accommodate it and then he was inside. I could feel it pushing in me. ‘ You want this so much don’t you?’ He asked. ‘God yes, I just need cock and cum’ I replied. ‘ This load is definitely charged’ he whispered, as I played with my cock. ‘You will be coming to the centre soon for me’ he continued. ‘Turn over, I want to look at you when I come in you’ I repositioned myself on my back, legs in the air and let him push in me again. My, that mushroom head felt good stretching in me. ‘Just fuck me hard. Breed me’ I pleaded, as Gino picked up his pace. ‘ You wanted it , here it comes’ Gino fixed me with a stare as he came, pushing deep in me and holding his cock there until his balls emptied. I lay there, in the moment, my insides absorbing his cum. Gino withdrew, and we breathed out hard. ‘ I will be seeing you soon, I can feel it’ he said. I dressed, kissed Gino and quietly left. Sated. And content. to be continued……..

Have been in a sexless marriage, hiding my desires and not having sex over guilt. No more: getting divorced and am very happy: going to the abs tonight and want to suck as many cocks as I can and take any load.

Scott "Scott, we're ready for you, come on in. " I left the assortment of guys sitting waiting to audition. In the cramped office sat a small desk with a man and woman behind it. My girlfriend had not wanted me to try out for this part in a gay play especially when she heard I would appear nude on stage. I just found the edgy nature of the play peaked my interest too much to not at least give it a try. The middle aged man asked me to close the door and if I'd be comfortable stripping for them. I thought this was a curious way to start an audition but decided 'what the hell .' I slipped out of my t-shirt and jeans relieved I'd warn a sexy pair of underwear. However, the woman motioned for me to slip out of those and told me; "Our plan is only to expose your backside on stage but we need to know how comfortable you are with nudity." I stood before them stark naked with my hands covering my semi six inch hardon. As the interview and small reading continued I grew more and more comfortable and relaxed. They were clearly disappointed when I truthfully answered I'd never had sex with a guy. The man stood and asked if I'd be okay if he approached me and gave me a kiss. I put my hands either side of his face and planted a passionate kiss on his lips meeting his tongue with equal enthusiasm. His hand then reached behind me and caressed my bare ass cheek. He asked if I was okay with this and I assured; "No problem. " Before leaving he touched and inspected my cock which had returned to semi hardness. I left the audition thinking 'that was the strangest experience ever' ; but I also knew I wanted the part even though I didn't think I had a chance. Dan As I saw the cute young guy they called Scott leave his audition I thought; 'If I get this part I want him as my co-star, he looks so fuckable.' A few other guys were called in before me. When I was asked to close the door and strip I pulled off a very seductive strip tease and proudly stood full Monty before the man and woman. They seemed please that I was bisexual. After a while the man asked for permission to approach me. I said; "Sure, I don't care, come fuck me if it'll get me the part." He came closer and began to fondle my cock. I just smiled as it began to harden. He crouched down and took it in his mouth. Looking up at me his eyes asked, 'this okay'. I put my hands on his head and began to face fuck him. He was clearly experienced and didn't even gag as I pushed in deep. This continued for a couple minutes 'til he pulled off and turned to the woman; "You okay with this?" "Hell yeah, let's see what he's comfortable with.", was her enthusiastic reply. With her assurance he stripped off his clothes and bent over the small desk. I quickly went to work eating out and tongue fucking his hole. Both their moans encouraged me. With his hole well lubricated I started opening it up with my fingers. He reached into his pants pocket and handed me a condom. I asked; "really? I thought this play was about bareback sex.", as I winked at the woman. She winked conspiratorially back at me. "No way man, fuck me wrapped or not at all." I rolled on the rubber and the woman handed me some lube. I was amazed how easily I slipped into his tight hole. He asked for a moment and then groaned "Fuck me Dan" As I picked up speed and power the woman once again caught my eye. She grinned impishly and nodded her head. It took me a bit to understand what she was meaning but she just kept nodding and began to mouth; 'take it off'. I was a bit horrified but he just kept calling out, ;" yeah, harder, deeper, show me you can destroy my ass ". So I began pulling out completely and slamming back in. He was over the moon groaning every time I ploughed in to the hilt; "fuck yeah. " The woman kept mouthing, "now, take it off, breed him. " "Oh fuck me man, this is so good. Hell show me you can destroy the condom and you can have your way with me! Fuck!" On the sixth time I pulled out I saw the condom had broken. I quickly pulled it off and shoved right back in raw before I could think myself out of it. This felt fuckin fantastic. He just kept encouraging; "yeah bud, more, give me more. " The woman's head bobbed agreement and egged me on. When I knew I was getting close I partially confessed; "The condom came off. " "Fuck no, and you're still in me?" "It broke ..oh ... so ... close ... should I pull out?" "No, no, ... yes ... pull .... no ... fuck you're already breeding me aren't you? !" Blast after blast painted his insides as I howled my release. "Fuck man. What did you do? Get down there and suck as much of that out as you can. " My lips suctioned on his hole and my tasty cum filled my mouth. I enthusiastically swallowed. I couldn't have been more pleased with myself. That was until I saw the rage on his face. I left knowing I'd literally fucked up another audition and needed to find waiter work as fast as I could.

I prefer to taste a hot guy's cum, so just his dickhead in my mouth when he squirts, but I do also like taking the entire penis in my mouth when he cums. Basically, I always swallow, so it doesn't matter in that respect, but I also like the guy to piss in my mouth a bit after I've savored his cum and swallowed it. A nice drink of hot piss straight from the dick after swallowing a load of cum is wonderful.

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.

I apologize for being a bit late in getting the next chapter out. Work/life have gotten in the way this past week, and I have an upcoming work trip, so I am posting this chapter and will have the third chapter up later this week. Hope you all enjoy! This chapter follows Blake and Paul as they explore a more vanilla side to their relationship and Paul gets a big wake up call. Chapter Two: Conversion When I woke up late Wednesday morning I was still exhausted and sticky with sweat, cum, and ass juices. I could tell that I would need to wash my sheets with some powerful soap to get them clean again. Thank god for the cheap plastic mattress — at least it was impervious to anything. I rolled out of bed and hobbled over to the mirror. Looking at my reflection I chuckled, “Paul, you look like hell.” I smiled and felt proud. After stripping the bed, I put on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt and waddled down to the communal laundry room. Throwing my sheets and cover into a washing machine, I loaded it up with soap and bleach before taking the elevator back up to my floor to grab a long shower. Grabbing my shower kit and towel, I ran into Chris in the hall. “Dude, you look awful! What happened?” Chris was staring at me curiously, “are you okay?” I smiled and tried to play it off, “yep, just fine.” Chris turned and followed me down to the communal showers. Pushing open the door, I made for one of the stalls. Chris stood outside the stall while I began to take my clothes off. I was increasingly aware of the smell of sex still emanating from my hole and crotch. “Okay, Paul, you don’t have to tell me what is going on, but you know that I’m just going to stay out here until you fess up to why you slept in until almost noon, why you look like you were dragged behind a truck for half a mile, and why you’re not sharing anything with me.” I turned a jet of steaming water onto my body and instantly felt some relief. “Paul, I am wounded!” I could hear Chris’s pout through the stall door. “Okay fine,” I started lathering my hair. “I’m really fine, I just had a late night. Blake came to the concert and. . .” Before I could say another word, I heard the door to the shower room open. Chris muttered “sup” to someone who walked to the other side of the room and walked into a stall. “Busted,” I thought to myself. I stuck my head into the water and started to rinse the lather out of my hair. I turned around and Chris was standing on the other side of the shower curtain peeking in. “WHAT THE FUCK!” I nearly jumped out of my skin, hands flying from my hair to cover my crotch and ass. “Everything good, man?” Asked the voice of the person in the other stall. “Yeah, I’m fine. . .” my heart was still racing. “Fucking hell, Chris, you scared the shit out of me!” I whispered. “I couldn’t just let the conversation die, what did you do after the concert?” “We went to the diner, now get out of here I need to finish washing.” I saw Chris’s eyes give me the once-over. My crotch hand was not doing more to keep my dick at bay than hide it. “I’ll leave you alone, but nice body dude! How come you always wear so many clothes?” “Just go and I will bring you up to speed later today,” I sighed. Chris scurried out of the gap at the bottom of the shower stall. What was with boys lately? I finished my shower and went back to my room. I still had a few minutes to kill before I would need to move my laundry to the dryer, so I picked up my phone. I saw that I missed a text from Blake: *Hey Paul, thanks for such an amazing time last night. You did so well at the concert and I loved getting to know you better. 😉 Hope we can see each other again soon!* My stomach did a curious flip-flop. This boy had a good time, enjoyed the concert, and enjoyed me? I felt like I was walking on air. I started a response to his message before I closed the app and tossed my phone on my bed. Enough time to get back with him later. I didn’t want to seem too eager. Not to mention, I still wanted to process and bask in the glow of the reality that a boy actually fucked me last night. I decided to walk to practice a bit before coming back to the dorm to pick up my laundry. I barely closed behind me before there was a loud knock. “What is it?” “Paul, let me in,” demanded Chris’s voice. I stopped tucking in my fitted sheet and opened the door. Chris bounded in and immediately sat on the bed, pulling the sheet back from the corners. I sighed, “hey, watch what you’re doing!” He looked back at the sheet now bunched around his ass, seemingly unperturbed. “You owe me the full story from last night, mister.” Chris let out a long belch. I wrinkled my nose at the beer smell. “Well, after the concert we went and had dinner, then he asked me to show him the organ.” “And did you?” “Well yes, I have the key,” I started before Chris waved me off. “No, you idiot. Your organ.” “Oh.” I could feel the heat rising in my ears and forehead. “Yes, he got to see that.” Chris collapsed backwards onto the bed laughing. “I knew he was going to get into your pants! He has been asking me to set you up for him for weeks!” Chris stood abruptly and marched to the door, “He better have been a perfect gentleman or I’ll kick his ass.” He slammed the door behind him as he went. “He wasn’t a gentleman,” I said to myself, “but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I picked up my phone from my desk and opened the message from earlier. *Look forward to seeing you again soon! 😉 I’d love to catch up and spend some time with you, but the rest of this week is no good for me. How about we get together a week from today and see what happens?* Not a minute later I got a reply. *See you next week! Save yourself for me.* This boy would be the death of me, but the least I could do was hold back for him. The next week flew by. I spent so much time preparing for tests, juried examinations on organ and piano, and just trying to stay above water with all my other homework. Tuesday night came in a flash and I started to feel like I was getting a cold. Not out of the ordinary for December, but annoying if I was going to get the sniffles right before a date. I went to bed early after drinking some lemon juice and honey to try to soothe my throat. I woke up about 3:00 in the morning shivering uncontrollably. I got out of bed, cranked up the thermostat and pulled two college sweatshirts on over my head. I hid under my covers and tried to go back to sleep. After three hours of feeling delirious from fever (and probably dehydration) I got up and went to the practice rooms at school. I felt like death warmed over, but I still had work to do. Waiting for a massive thermos of tea to brew, I sent an email to my professors explaining that I was sick and wouldn’t be in class that day. I packed my things and made for the practice rooms. At least I could practice for a few hours and go to bed. I spent the day practicing and napping in one of the piano rooms by myself. When I awoke from my third nap, I was still feeling awful and wondered what started me awake. I noticed that my phone was buzzing on top of the piano, so I reached up to grab it. I swiped the call on and said, “Hello?” My voice must have been small and given me away because Blake immediately said, “hey, what is wrong? Where are you?” “I’m over in the music building,” I mumbled. “One of the practice rooms. I’m so sorry, I have been sick today and I didn’t even think about getting together tonight.” I could faintly hear the sound of tennis shoes hitting the pavement on the other end of the phone. “Hang on, Paul, I am on my way.” Blake abruptly hung up. I hauled myself off the carpet and tried to pull myself together. How could Blake see me like this? I tried to flatten my unkempt hair back down on my head and tuck my shirt into my pants. It was when I was getting things adjusted that Blake burst into the room. “Omigod Paul, you look horrible!” I smiled weakly, “surprise!” Blake moved to get close to me, shiny with sweat from his run across campus. “Come here, dear.” Did he just call me dear? I melted into his embrace. He smelled pleasantly of hormones and clean sweat and fabric softener. We stood wrapped up in each other and time stretched on. Eventually he lifted my chin and moved to kiss me. “Stop! I don’t want to get you sick!” Blake closed the gap and we locked lips. I was immediately taken back to the week before. Burning with lust as if a switch had been thrown. Blake broke off our kiss and looked me dead in the eyes. “We should go to my place. I can make you some dinner and we can talk.” I packed my messenger bag with my sheet music and tucked my now-empty thermos under my arm. We headed out into the sharp winter winds and I instinctively moved closer to him. He saw the movement and grabbed me and felt me tight to his side. His apartment was two short streets over and we bundled ourselves over the threshold. He took off his coat and made to remove mine, but I hugged it tighter to my side. He seemed to understand and bent down to untie my shoes. I saw his rippling back muscles working underneath his tight workout shirt and felt my cock gently stir. “Come on in and make yourself at home. I made chicken noodle soup yesterday and can reheat some of that for you if you would like.” He strode into the plain student apartment with me trailing in his wake. The place was clean and tastefully furnished. Tidy low bookcases up against a wall with a television on top. He had a deep modern sofa against another wall and a club chair next to a side table and floor lamp. On the table were some books and a couple of coasters. The kitchen was around a bar/partition wall and seemed to be lacking in the usual college boy tacky decorations. Just neat jars of spices, some large containers containing flour and sugar, and an electric kettle. Blake bent down to fetch a large dutch oven out of the refrigerator and set it on the stove. After he turned the stove on, he looked back. “You should sit down and try to warm up. There’s an electric blanket behind the sofa if you need some extra heat.” I snuggle up on the couch, still shivering uncontrollably. Blake is still bustling around the kitchen for awhile. He returns and sits down next to me, making sure I am all safely tucked in under the blanket. “Soup should just need about five more minutes and we can eat. I made some biscuits and they’ll be coming out of the oven about the same time.” He puts some of his weight on me. “I’m here for you now and you’re going to be fine.” Finally breaking from his mothering spell I groan, “I’m not fine right now, and I am worried that I am going to get you sick.” Blake’s expression remains blank for a moment, then I notice something in his eyes. . . It was a quick glint, then it disappeared. “You don’t need to worry about me, I promise. We’ll talk after you eat.” He quickly got off the couch and grabbed my food, putting it on a TV tray and setting it next to the couch. He went back to the kitchen and got his own food and returned next to me. He was a reassuring presence for me when I was still feeling so crappy. We ate in silence for about half an hour. Everything was delicious and when I made to compliment him he waved me off. “My dad insisted that I learn how to cook. He said it would serve me well, and he wasn’t lying.” Blake cleared away the dishes and came back to the sofa. “Lay down, Paul.” I scooted farther down the couch and lay on my side. In a motion a gymnast would be proud of, Blake leapt over me and cuddled up against my back. We spooned for a few minutes before a noise like a purr began to come from him. I turned my head and saw that his eyes were closed and he was deeply breathing. “Blake, are you okay?” He opened his eyes. “Yes, I am fantastic. Honestly, I’m great and worried. I fell for you when I saw you for the first time in August and the last week has been a lot to think about. . . And we need to talk.” Fuck. He’s going to say that he cares about me as a friend or he has a girlfriend or he’s transferring schools. . . “Paul, you fulfilled my greatest fantasy, but now it is trying to kill you.” I looked at him, puzzled. He stared back at me in earnest. “I told you that I wanted to be a part of you, and in a very real sense I am. You were the first person that I made love to since my conversion.” I still had no idea what he was talking about. He changed religions? What was this about a conversion? And why did he have this predatory look in his eye? Blake could tell that I was confused and he chuckled a little. “You really are as pure and innocent as you look. Well, at least you used to be.” With one solid motion he brought us to a sitting position. The electric blanket slid onto the floor and he picked me up and stood. “Come on, there is something I need to show you.” Cradling me like a bride walking into a new house in the arms of her husband, Blake carried me down the hall and into the rest of my life. As he pushed open the door to his bedroom my eyes widened and I shivered. Red light shone from covered lamps, illuminating rows of shelves containing bizarre statues. Cans of cloudy liquid were dotted around the room, where various rubber and leather straps and tools hung from hooks or the ceiling. A collection of gas masks were on top of a large, intimidating-looking machine in one corner. The center of the room was taken up by a huge contraption of leather straps and shiny chrome loops. “What is this place?” Blake, eyes shining bright from the red light of the room responded, “this is our home.” Before I could say any more, he kissed me deeply and I felt us moving. He deposited me in the leather sling in the middle of the room and made quick work strapping my arms and legs in. He kept his tongue probing my mouth as he worked, only breaking our kiss to remove his shirt and drop his pants. This was the first time that I really got to see Blake from all angles. Mirrors on the walls and ceiling let me see how perfectly formed his ass was and how his back rippled like a Renaissance sculpture. This was the first good look I had gotten of his cock, and I couldn’t believe it had been inside me. Easily ten inches long and thick as a Red Bull can, the hooded head slowly unfurled as it grew with every beat of his heart. Little droplets of precum were flowing from the tip they fell gently to the floor, leaving whispy trails of fluid hanging from the slowly pulsing head. Blake dropped down on his knees and I felt his tongue go for my hole. “When I first decided to knock you up, it wasn’t a hard decision. I’ve never seen anyone look so prim and old-fashioned as you. It made me fall in love with you.” His tongue probed my hole after each phrase. “You look like how I feel inside. Proper and respectful, good at knowing what I want.” He removed his face from my crack and kissed me deeply. I could taste the musky, salty essence of my own body. He broke the kiss and looked me up and down in the sling. “You got given the gift that only I can give you. You have a part of me flowing inside.” My lust and panic feelings kept competing for each other as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He spit on his dick and drooled a bit of spit onto the outside of my hole and began to rub it into my opening. I moaned deeply. My body was giving up on different feelings, it was sensory overload. Blake released a growl and bent over where his mouth was right next to my ear. I felt the head of his cock teasing my hole. As he started to push in he whispered in my ear, “the sickness you’re feeling right now. . . How awful you feel. . . I felt like that a year ago after my first experience at a bathhouse. I didn’t know what was happening to me, either. It was my first semester at college and I needed an outlet for how I felt.” Blake started to slowly pump in and out of my ass. “I got a room and was fucked. For six hours my hole was constantly invaded by a parade of men. They felt my muscles, called me a slut, and bred me.” The pumping got deeper and faster. Blake began to pant, “I never felt so fulfilled as when I was with those men, doing what real men do. I vowed that I would give that experience to another boy someday. The boy that I loved.” His strokes were now full-body. As much using the harness to impale me on his massive cock as he was meeting me with his hips. I was robbed of all senses but pleasure. His jackhammering of my hole increased in intensity up another notch. “You are converting over to me,” Blake panted. “My HIV is going to forever be a part of you. There will be no escaping me now, no matter what happens to us.” I gasped in fear and utter ecstasy. Before my brain could really process what I had just been told, I felt Blake’s cock swell and start to pulse. With a cry, my own cock started to spray my face and chest with cum. “Take my charged load, Paul. I love you” Blake collapsed onto my chest. As the post-orgasm glow started to fade, the fever and aches rushed back to my body. I groaned out, “Blake.” He looked up into my face, my sticky cum slipping down his face. I reached for his cheek and rubbed my essence into his cheek. The powerful animal who had just forcibly taken my hole as his own was a huge mass of muscle, sweat, and sex. His cock slowly deflated before slipping out of my ass. Blake, now back to his usual shy self tenderly caressed my hair. “You have no idea what this means that I get to share my gift with you.” My thoughts were racing. This was undeniably hot, but what was I doing? How could I allow someone else to do this to me? “Is this sickness because I am converting?” Blake kept eye contact with me. “I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure, but you look just like I did when I converted. How do you feel about the information?” “I can’t lie to you, I don’t really know what to think.” I saw Blake’s face fall, “this just wasn’t a part of my life plan before. I know it isn’t the death sentence it once was, but I’m conflicted.” I saw the walls going up in his emotions and could tell he was feeling bad. I had to try to save whatever there was between us. “Before you feel bad, I want you to know that while I process everything, I need you to know something: I have never felt so happy to have a person in my life as I feel about you. I will do what I can to keep you.” Blake’s eyes resumed their twinkle and he gently nibbled on my collarbone. “Thank you. I was hoping you would feel that way.” We stayed in that position for another ten minutes before I started uncontrollably shivering. “I know that I promised you that we would talk, but right now we need to get you to bed. Let me get you tucked in. You’ll stay here with me until you are feeling better.” Picking me back up, we left his play room and he took me into a simple bedroom. He set me into bed before grabbing me an extra blanket. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was feeling his naked body slide into the bed next to me and pull me to his chest. Whatever happens next in my life, I cannot deny that it will be a different adventure than I once thought it would be.

Easy. The first time I was able to take all of my dad and feel him cum inside of me. I was so proud and he had tears in his eyes.

Part 3: Surprising Discoveries Jake had a very full weekend. He’d left the office early on Friday for the 6-hour drive to Springwells, arriving in time for dinner with several friends. They’d come together for the wedding of one of their group to a wealthy young guy who was heir to the owner of the largest spa in that well-known mountain resort town. Everyone was in a party mood from the moment they landed at the resort, although Jake had to behave himself a bit since he was standing up for one of the grooms at the wedding ceremony on Saturday afternoon and had to make a speech at the banquet afterwards – a speech which called for the impossible mixture of restraint and raunchiness that you’d expect of a gathering split 50/50 between horny gay men and respectable white-collar multi-millionaires. He’d been sweating over preparing the text of his remarks for a week, trying to get the tone right. None of this had stopped Jake from hooking up on Friday night with a younger guy who’d been left at a loose end when his older lover hit the single malts with a bit too much energy and had to be put to bed to sleep it off before ten o’clock. This young guy, a sexy, blond, Dane by the name of Lars, had no trouble responding positively to a not-too-discreet overture from Jake, since he felt certain that cheating on a drunk and incapable partner wasn’t cheating at all. Between 11pm and 2am, Jake not only got the hot young Dane into bed but succeeded in breeding him three times. His first load actually pumped up into that tight Scandinavian ass even before they made it to Jake’s bed, with Lars bent over the arm of the sofa in Jake’s suite, his feet still tangled up in his pants and briefs. After they disentangled from each other, and got Lars disentangled from his clothes, they fell into bed for a prolonged and sizzling-hot session of making out, sixty-nine (with both sucking and ass-eating) and sliding against each other’s muscular abs and chests. When Lars began panting a bit, Jake decided it was high time to get inside that sweet ass again. This time, he pushed Lars onto his back, lifted his legs, and slid his dick deep inside that tight, Nordic channel. Before long, he was lying right on top of Lars, pumping his hard cock in and out of the Danish boy’s butt, and wrenching assorted sighs, moans, cries, and “fucks” out of the kid, who had his arms and legs wrapped right around Jake, pulling him in as deep inside as possible. This whole treatment, combined with a constant stream of tongue kisses, soon brought Jake to another climax, and sent another barrage of sperm jetting into the tight ass of Lars. After that, a bit of a rest was in order, and the two drifted off to sleep, after rearranging themselves spoon-fashion, with Jake’s semi-hard cock still securely lodged inside Lars. Jake woke up about an hour later, found that he was still firmly planted inside Lars and still semi-hard, and instinctively started pumping again. This renewed cock action soon woke Lars up too, and his moans and “fucks” quickly resumed as he realized that he was getting plowed for a third round. This third session took a bit longer, but neither the stalwart top nor the bright-eyed, eager bottom seemed to mind that a bit. Actually, Jake particularly enjoyed fucking from the big spoon position, and Lars definitely seemed to enjoy being pounded that way. However, all good things come to an end. Jake eventually realized that his third load was on the delivery line, and he considerately held back until Lars, with his busy hand, was able to successfully wrench an orgasm out of his cock – at the same time that Jake let fly with a third load inside the young Dane’s well-filled ass. Jake would have been perfectly happy to spend the rest of the night curled up in bed with Lars and loading him up a fourth time when they woke up again in the morning, but Lars decided belatedly that he had better go and check on his drunken lover. He got up and dressed, and they parted at 2am, not without a lengthy, tempting goodbye kiss. History does not record what reaction, if any, Lars received on staggering back to his partner’s room with his hole and his legs all out of whack, and with his ass fuller of liquid than his bladder. It was just as well that Jake did get a few hours of good, solid sleep, because he had to be on hand at 11am for the wedding rehearsal – and not just on hand, but sober, coherent, and (toughest of all) wide awake. With the help of a sizable dose of premium coffee from room service, he managed it. The room service waiter, another cute, hot young guy, couldn’t refrain from smirking a bit at the rumpled bed covers and the unmistakable aroma of hot gay sex in Jake’s room, but Jake perforce had to ignore him due to pressure of time. At another time, he’d have been happy to wipe that sassy smirk off the young waiter’s face by yanking his tight black trousers down off his muscular ass and breeding his sweet ass. The rehearsal and wedding went off without mishap, and Jake’s speech was well-received. The dinner, beginning with fresh crab cakes, proceeding to filet mignon, and ending with hand-made petits fours, was excellent, and Jake commended his friend’s choice in marrying into a family which knew how to hire truly fine chefs. Needless to say, the wedding celebrations went on, in the banquet room, and in numerous other rooms of the resort, for most of the night. The front desk did an excellent job of fielding noise complaints during the wee hours from guests who weren’t part of the main event of the weekend and didn’t appreciate the animalistic medley of moans, grunts, cries, “fucks,” and more that disrupted their slumbers. Nor did it end there, because the opening of the gifts (delayed until 5pm on Sunday for excellent practical reasons) devolved into another drunken-binge-slash-multi-room-orgy. Most of those involved (including Jake, who even got a chance to breed Eric, the top half of the Eric-Lars relationship), slept very late Monday morning. As a result, Jake didn’t make it back into work until Tuesday. He was sitting morosely at his desk, nursing a slight but insistent headache, and not responding to anything except the most essential communications. Then Sean came in to talk to him. Sean had not enjoyed much of his weekend and wasn’t feeling a whole lot better when Monday morning rolled around. It didn’t take the brain of a genius to figure out that his ass had been ripped by that rough fucker in the woods, and by Sunday afternoon the pain was bad enough that he took a trip to the emergency room to get it checked out. Sure enough, he’d been torn. He was given a couple of prescriptions and told sternly to take it easy and avoid interference with his anus as much as possible for the next week and a half to give it a chance to heal. He was still sure that he had met that vicious bastard somewhere or other before, but for the life of him he couldn’t think where he would have seen the guy. Anyway, he made it through Monday somehow, headed home to rest, and turned down an alluring invitation for Friday night from a semi-regular daddy fuck buddy. Tuesday was much the same. The pain was less, but he was still finding walking and sitting equally uncomfortable, and he was still preoccupied with the question of the top fucker’s identity. In fact, he was musing about that very thing when he went down to the break room for a coffee. And on the way back to his cubicle, he saw that violent top guy, in the flesh, walking along the hall ahead of him. He shook his head in disbelief, and then looked again. No, sure enough, it was him – the walk and the set of the shoulders were unmistakable. Then the man turned into the private office, and he realized that he was following his boss. That really gave Sean something to think about. And after thinking about it for ten minutes or so, he headed into Jake’s office to have a little talk with his boss. Jake looked up, and then struggled for a moment to recall the hot, young new staffer’s name. “Good morning, uhh… Shane? No, Sean.” “Good morning.” “What can I do for you?” Sean closed the door. “Just wanted to know if you enjoyed yourself on Saturday morning.” Jake looked his puzzlement. “Well, not that it’s any of your damn business, but no, I was suffering from a combination of too much drink and too much – call it ‘fun’ – the night before.” “You seemed to be having enough fun in the morning.” Sean’s elliptical conversation was irritating Jake and he was on the verge of becoming angry. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but I think you’re barking up the wrong tree. It’s not as if you were at that wedding.” “I’m not talking about a wedding. I’m talking Saturday morning in Greenwoods Park. You don’t remember?” Now Jake was getting seriously annoyed. “Whatever you’re hinting at, it has nothing to do with me, since I was six hours’ drive away in Springwells all weekend, from Friday night until Monday afternoon. Whoever you are talking about in Greenwoods Park, it definitely wasn’t me.” Sean’s cocky manner was evaporating. “You were out of town?” “Yes. And like I said before, it’s none of your damn business.” Now Sean was truly bewildered. “Okay, this is getting too weird. If it wasn’t you, how the hell was there a guy who was the same height, same build across the shoulders, and with the same voice, working me over in the park on Saturday?” Jake picked up on that right away. It certainly answered one of his questions. “Working you over, huh?” Sean couldn’t stop the red mounting to his face. “Yeah, I ran into this guy when I was out for a run and he took me into the trees and…” Jake cut him off. “Okay, I get the picture.” He sat and thought for a moment, drumming his fingers on the desk. Then he went on, choosing his words very carefully. “It’s definitely getting weird, more than you know. Look, this isn’t a workplace issue and we shouldn’t be talking about it on office time. And anything you or I say about it has nothing to do with your job status, evaluation, salary, or anything related to that. But I definitely want to hear more about this guy you met. Can we meet after work for a drink at the Corner Bar?” Sean thought for a moment in turn, and then said. “Sure. But remember, I’m new in town. Where is it?” “Just turn right out the front door of the building, take the first street on the right, and go halfway down the block, right-hand side. At, say, 5:00?” A few minutes after 5, Jake and Sean were seated with drinks in front of them at one of the quieter booth seats in the Corner Bar. The name was a lame joke since the bar was in the middle of the block and so not on any street corner. The Corner Bar was a rip-roaring gay party spot on evenings and weekends, but quieter in the afternoon. After the waiter dropped the drinks and left (with a sly wink and thumbs up at Jake), Jake prodded Sean into talking about his experience. Sean left out most of the really salacious details, but he told Jake the story. Jake asked a few questions, probing for more details. In time, a picture emerged: a man the same height, with similar high, square shoulders, but heavier built through the waist and hips, a similar walk, and a similar voice -- but more gravelly, as if the speaker had done a lot of yelling in his time or had suffered from a never-ending smokers’ cough. Sean also made sure to throw in the details about the medical fallout from the whole experience, although he left out the feelings of enjoyment he’d had as the stranger was ripping him open and breeding him. Then, it was Jake’s turn to speak. “I said this was weirder than you know. Here’s what happened to me.” He then proceeded to tell Sean all about how he’d been thrown out of the bathhouse by the bouncer – another weird incident involving a mysterious and violent stranger who apparently looked very much like Jake. Sean immediately jumped to the most irrelevant detail. “A bathhouse with a bouncer?” Jake laughed. “Part time, and I don’t know if they pay him or just let him in free so he can control the horny young college guys on half-price Tuesdays. He’s actually the regular bouncer here at the Corner.” “So it comes down to this, there’s this guy who looks like you, hanging around the area, and getting way out of control every time he fucks a young dude.” “Something like that. Kind of scares me. I’m starting to wonder if I’m going to find the cops on my doorstep with a warrant when he does something really bad.” “You’re not the only one scared. I’d just as soon not run into him again. Getting my hole ripped that badly isn’t exactly a picnic.” Sean thought a bit more. “You’ll need to have eyewitnesses everywhere you go, just in case.” “Not exactly practical, I live alone – and I don’t want someone looking over my shoulder if I’m fucking a hot pickup from the apps.” Sean nodded. “Living alone, that makes it difficult.” Another moment of thought, and then: “What if I move in with you?” Jake must have looked utterly astounded because Sean quickly went on. “Hey, calm down, I don’t mean it that way! Just so there’s always someone around who can say where you were and what you were doing during your downtime at home. I can sleep on the sofa.” “No way, Sean. I like my privacy!” “In that case, better get a good security cam for your entrance that can record you coming and going. But I was serious – and the offer stands if you change your mind.” Jake thanked him, but again demurred. He was just tossing back the last of his drink when the door opened and Bill-the-bouncer walked in. Jake saw his face darken when he spotted them in the booth. He grinned at Bill, and then said to Sean, “Another round?” Sean nodded, and Jake waved the waiter over. After the drinks landed, the conversation moved on to more general topics. Jake was interested to hear how Sean was adjusting to life in a new city after moving on from college. He dropped a couple of pointers on good places to find guys, and Sean thanked him. While they were talking along those lines, Bill came over. “Hey, Bill. Meet my friend, Sean.” Bill’s face darkened again. “Sean – watch out, kid, this guy’s dangerous. He’s a fucking maniac.” Jake retorted, “Bill, cool it. I haven’t done anything here. Go bother someone else.” Bill wasn’t deterred. “Kid, take my advice and get as far away from him as you can. He’s trouble.” Jake again spoke up. “Bill, it’s one thing to interfere in my fun at the baths because of a misunderstanding. But if you keep harassing us here, when I have done absolutely nothing in the Corner that is any business of yours at all, I will speak to the manager about it and tell him that you’re out of order and out of hand. Now, clear the fuck off unless you want to get your ass fired, and don’t come back until one of us does something bad enough to get us thrown out.” Bill gave one more fierce glare at them, but then walked away. “So that’s the guy who threw you out of the baths. He’s a tough one, all right.” Jake laughed. “Yeah – perfect for a bouncer’s job, but I wouldn’t hire him for work that needs any tact.” They finished up their drinks and left, with Sean reminding Jake of his offer as they parted company. Friday, though, saw them back at the Corner again. Jake found that he was enjoying the company of his new, young associate. Sean had a good sense of humour and a good fund of stories and experiences. He was pleasant company in a social way. Jake still had his eyes on the Sean that remained hidden under the clothes, but he wanted to wait before making a move, partly because he knew that the younger man was still healing after his rough experience the last weekend. For his part, Sean found his boss enjoyable to hang out with and he was happy to have made a friend in this city where he still knew very few people. Sean was also conscious of Jake’s appearance, his tailored suits that fitted him so perfectly, and that tempting trail of dark hair vanishing down inside the open V of his white shirt. Since it was Friday, the Corner had started filling up by the time they ordered their second round. While they were waiting for the drinks to come, one of Jake’s friends stopped by the table to say hello. Plainly, he had some big news on his mind, and knew how much Mike loved to be the first one to know all the hot gossip. “Okay, Mike, I can see you’ve got a big story all ready to pop out for us, so spill.” “Jake, it’s not a fun story this time. Just found this clip on the local news app.” Mike handed his phone to Jake, and Jake cranked up the volume on the video clip in time to hear an announcer’s voice: “…taken to the Memorial Hospital at 4:00 pm, where he’s listed as in serious but stable condition. Police report that the young man was sexually assaulted as well as being beaten and suffered two fractures as well as soft-tissue injuries. His name is being withheld until family have been notified.” The effect of this announcement on both Jake and Sean was not what Mike expected. The two looked at each other, wide-eyed, but said nothing. Jake handed the phone back with a laconic, dismissive, “Thanks, Mike. See you later.” After a dissatisfied second or three, Mike wandered off. Sean was the first to break the silence. “I wonder if the mystery man has just struck again?” Jake replied, “I think we both had the same thought. I wonder what sort of description that poor guy in the hospital is giving to the cops?” “Jake, we’re both picturing the same description, except that I’m picturing the face that goes with it.” They fell silent, then, working their way through their drinks. Sean downed the last mouthful, then said, “You’re sure you don’t want to take me up on my offer?” Jake replied slowly, “It might be a good idea. I haven’t had time to get a camera installed yet.” “Okay, Jake, let’s just swing by my place so I can pick up a few things, and then we’ll head over to yours.” Three-quarters of an hour later, they got off the elevator at Jake’s floor and sauntered down the hall to the entrance of Jake’s penthouse suite. They made a striking couple, and with Sean’s backpack slung casually over one shoulder as he leaned close into Jake’s side, it would be pretty obvious to any nosy neighbours what was happening between them. Which was exactly the impression Sean intended to convey. As soon as they got inside, Sean peeled his bag off and set it down, then looked around. “Wow.” “You’re not the first guy who ever walked in here and said that.” “I know damn well I’m not the first guy who ever walked in here,” Sean retorted. Jake laughed. “You’re also not the first guy who ever invited himself to come in.” Sean in his turn laughed right out loud at that. “Okay, stud, but don’t let your amazing sexual attraction go to your head. Seriously, though, this place is spectacular.” It was. The floor to ceiling windows spread the width of the living-dining area, with a sliding door opening onto the balcony that gave a spectacular view of the lights of downtown. Down the hall, Jake showed him where to find the guest bathroom and bedroom. The master bedroom, around the corner, had another room-size window facing a second balcony, which would give a view of the waterfront and beach in daylight. It also had an ensuite bath about the size of the guest bedroom, including a two-man jetted tub and double-size shower. Sean chuckled. “Everything you need for a hot date.” “S’right,” Jake replied. “Right down to the pop-up bar…” and he pressed a button which caused the panel right above the tub to open, revealing a cubbyhole from which a shelf slid out with glasses, an ice bucket, and space for a couple of bottles of whatever suited the occasion. Then, he changed the subject. “So, you said you had nothing going on tonight and I don’t feel like going out again. What do you want to do about dinner?” “Mind if I just take a look at what’s in your kitchen?” “Go ahead.” Inside of ten minutes, Sean had made himself right at home in the kitchen, furiously chopping and mincing an assortment of veggies and some garlic. Before long, he had the wok sizzling on the stove, and two glasses of wine poured out. He handed one to Jake, they clinked glasses, and Jake said, “My God, I’ve fallen into the hands of a real chef. This kitchen’s never seen this kind of prize-level action since the last time I hired a caterer for a party.” Sean laughed, and then said, “Okay, out! Didn’t your mother teach you that no kitchen is big enough for two men at once?” Jake chuckled and returned to the living room, realizing that Sean was slowly growing on him. He realized it even more after another thirty minutes, when they sat down to a feast of stir-fried garlic chicken and veggies, with steamed brown rice and the rest of the bottle of wine to wash it down. After finishing his wine, Jake sighed with satisfaction. “That was amazing. Do you always cook like that for yourself?” “Any time I have the ingredients at hand, I like to go all in. I’ll eat half-assed food if I have to, but I’d rather have a proper meal any day.” “I can see why.” “My big sister taught me some cooking tricks when I was still in high school. She called it “essential bachelor survival skills.” Jake chuckled at that. “So she already knew you were a ‘bachelor,’ did she?” “I hadn’t told her, but she sensed it. I’m glad she did. Say, I have some catch-up stuff to do. Can I set up my laptop somewhere, and get your internet code?” “There’s a power bar with outlets and USB chargers on the desk in the guest room. I’ll take care of cleanup here.” “Thanks. I’ll head in there and get busy.” “Okay, Sean, later.” After Jake finished cleaning up in the kitchen, and took Sean a note with the code, he pulled out the remote, put the TV on, and called up a movie. A couple of hours later, the movie done, he switched off, put out the lights except for one in the kitchen, and then headed down the hall. He glanced in the door of the guest room, and saw that Sean was deeply immersed in whatever he was working on there. He then carried on to his own room, shucked off his clothes, hung up his suit, and headed into the shower. Jake enjoyed a long, leisurely shower, sort of hoping that Sean might feel the urge to join him. It didn’t happen, but when he finally turned the water off, he heard the other shower in the guest bathroom running as he towelled off. He then crawled into bed, picking up a book to read for a bit before going to sleep. Jake didn’t hear the other shower shut off, so he was caught by surprise a few minutes later when Sean sauntered casually into his bedroom, wrapped in a towel. Without pausing a second, the younger guy walked purposefully around the bed, and then – just as casually – dropped the towel across a stool, turned down the covers, and slid into bed next to Jake. “Don’t look so surprised, Jake. You know you’ve been eyeing me up every chance you got since I started working in your section.” “Guilty as charged.” “Besides, it’s not as if we aren’t both interested. I didn’t offer to come and stay here just out of the goodness of my heart – and I’m sure you guessed that.” Jake put his arm out and grasped Sean by the shoulders, drawing him closer. But then Sean went on, “Just remember, no ass play for me, all right? And don’t even try to sneak a lick, the stuff they’ve got me putting on it tastes gawdawful.” “I’ll bear that in mind,” Jake said, as he began kissing his new young friend. In no time at all, their mouths opened and tongues darted back and forth between them. Sean wrapped his arms around Jake, running his hands up and down Jake’s muscular back. Jake pushed his hand down between their bodies, found Sean’s cock (already standing upright, no surprise there) and began squeezing and stroking it. After another minute, Jake moved down to take Sean’s cock into his mouth. It was a nice, seven-inch, uncut mouthful, and Jake was thoroughly enjoying hearing the moans and sighs coming from Sean. But he wanted more. Pushing firmly with his legs, he rolled Sean onto his back, and then swivelled around until he was in a perfect position on top of Sean for a 69. Sean took the hint right away, leaned up and swallowed Jake’s tool right down into his throat. Jake was enjoying this immensely. Once again, he’d lucked out and found a very experienced young partner who knew his way around a man’s body and dick -- and wasn’t afraid to work at it. They kept sucking each other for about 5 minutes, enjoying that unique sensation of falling into the identical rhythm so that it almost felt like they were sucking on themselves. But Sean also had an agenda, and as their 69 went on he began putting it into play by sliding his hands down Jake’s back and grabbing his butt, then digging into the crack and fingering the older guy’s hole. Jake was normally a top, but he also knew he wouldn’t be topping tonight, so why not? He moaned in pleasure as Sean teased the little knot of his hole. Then he slowly hunched his hips, until his butt crack landed on Sean’s face, while he was able to keep sucking on Sean’s cock. Sean’s talented tongue and fingers went right to work on Jake’s ass, digging in, licking around and over, kneading the muscular butt cheeks, and teasing the hole, until his finger finally slipped into the tunnel. As Jake moaned even louder, Sean urged him to come up and leave his dick alone – he had other plans for where he wanted to let off his five-day load. Now it was Sean’s turn to roll Jake over onto his back. Sean lifted Jake’s legs into the air and buried his face right in that ass crack again. By this time, Jake was moaning up a storm, and throwing in comments about how hot it was and how good Sean’s tongue felt in his ass. Finally, though, he got tired of waiting, and said, “Come on, enough teasing, already.” Sean pulled his busy tongue out of the now-ready ass and grinned down at him. “Come on, what?” “Dammit, you know what I mean!” “Didn’t your parents teach you to ask nicely and say the magic words?” “Come on, fuck me already!” “Say the magic word.” “Please, fuck me! You’re driving me nuts, I want that cock inside me. I want you to fuck me and I want you to pump your hot load into me. Please! Fuck me now!!! Is that good enough for you?” Sean laughed, and then grabbed Jake and twisted him over so he was face down, with his beautiful firm round ass sticking up in the air. He set the tip of his cock against Jake’s hole and leaned on it. Jake hadn’t exactly planned on bottoming tonight, but he knew to relax and let his hole open up. It took a minute, but then Sean’s cockhead popped into him. Jake groaned from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and willed his butt muscles to relax. In another minute, the shaft began sliding slowly into him, going all the way until it hit bottom. Jake was struggling. He hadn’t been fucked in a long time, and Sean’s shaft was unusually thick for its length, so he felt fuller than he could ever remember feeling. But he also realized, to his own surprise, that he actually wanted and craved being reamed out like this. Sean revelled in the sensations of a hole so tight that it was practically virgin. It had been several years since he’d fucked anyone this snug. He waited until Jake’s ass relaxed enough to start expanding and contracting on his shaft, and then he began pumping, slowly at first. As Jake slowly got more accustomed to the sensation, Sean was able to start pushing his speed faster and faster, finally shifting into overdrive and pounding full force down into the hot manhole between those beautiful cheeks. After a few minutes of nonstop action, Sean pulled out and rolled Jake over again. Jake lifted his legs, right back over his head, and Sean added a couple of shots of spit to his cock, and then sank back into that hot ass. Now they were face to face, and Jake was more than flexible enough to let Sean lie right down on top of his chest and abs while he plowed ass. Jake wrapped his arms around Sean, holding him close and stroking his back as Sean drove into him. They began kissing again, swapping tongues as the horny young top drove himself towards climax. He pulled his head back, looked Jake right in the eyes, and said, “I’m going to cum – where do you want it?” Jake was running on pure instinct now. “Right inside my ass. Fill my fucking hole, stud!” Sean reared up and began piledriving Jake, slamming into him forcefully, over and over again. Jake urged him on, saying, “fuck… fuck… fuck…” like a mantra. He could hear Sean’s breathing coming in short, harsh gasps, and he knew Sean was about to cum inside him. He also knew that he was about to cum himself. “Give it to me… give it to me… breed me… breed my fucking ass….” Sean slammed all the way into Jake’s hole with a deep groan and began firing his load all the way inside the ass of his employer. Jake could feel each distinct convulsion of Sean’s cock in his hole. He lost count after about eight spurts, when the feeling triggered his own hands-free orgasm. All he knew was that Sean was still cumming inside him as his own cock leaped up and down, shooting his sperm across Sean’s abs and across his own chest. Finally, Sean collapsed on top of him and they clung to each other, both gasping for air after the intensity of their sexual coupling. Jake had surprised himself by the intensity of his reactions. The thought even crossed his mind that he might have been missing out on something good by not bottoming more often. Sean’s dick slid slowly out of his hole, and the younger guy flopped on the bed next to Jake, trying (and failing) to think of the words to express what a peak-level experience this had been for him. They rolled to face each other, lips seeking lips, and kissed together for a long time, arms around each other. Jake finally said, “Wow. That was absolutely amazing – but I’m wiped, I really need to get some sleep.” “Okay, old man. It’s after midnight, I guess you’re allowed.” “Old man! Watch out, kid, I was just being nice tonight but once that ass of yours is back in commission I’ll show you just what this old man can do!” They both laughed. After a couple more lingering kisses, Jake pulled the covers over them and they fell asleep, face to face, holding each other close. Jake’s last thought, as he drifted off, was, “Have I just complicated my life, or what?”