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**This is a fictional story, based on a fictional story. It's told from the point of view of a 25-ish year old, a little better than average twink, 5'6'. So my friends having been giving me shit lately. Ugh. Whatever. First off they were trying to "warn me" about this guy I started talking to at the bar. He's super hot, bald mid 30's tattoos all over his body and face, slim and lean muscle body. They were so concerned that one of them pulled me aside and told me who he was. Lol. Like I know who he is. He's a sleazy top who loves to fuck bare - oh yeah and he's poz. Lol. So what? Like I fucking care. Look, it's none of their business what I do. I tried to get them off my back and told them "don't worry, we're just gonna hang out." Of course we weren't gonna hang out. We went back to his place once we got in his place, he pulled down his 8 inch cock and and turned me around. He grabbed some lube and rubbed it all over his dick, I pulled down my short shorts and exposed my bare ass in a jock. He grabbed me and stuck his fat 8 in cut cock inside of me while I leaned up against the door. He fucked me so hard, I moaned so loud. I reached back and held his head closer to mine while he fucked hard and hard with his fat raw cock. Then he started to cum. He pulled me closer to him and held my body while he shot deep inside of me. It felt so hot. I could feel his poz load inside of me. I got down on my knees and suck him off and cleaned his dick. I could tell he was ready for me to go, so I got up, pulled my pants up and walked out. But anyways my friends have gotten worse. Seriously, like what the fuck. We're all having lunch one day and they start giving me shit about my profile on one of those hook up apps. Well the thing is, my profile is pretty excplicit. It's my boy next door face and a headline that says "POZ friendly bottom" with a small bio that said "easy submissive cumdump for raw cock." They were like judging me but fuck them. You see, I like poz cocks. They're harder than neg dicks. I know, I've been fucked by many. Poz guys are always hotter and sleazier and they love to use slutty whore like myself. I love to please them, I love to have my hole loaded for their hard cocks. But my one friend is like "but you're on PrEp right?" LMAO. Fuck no. That's cool if you are dude, but keep your dick away from me. They think I'm nuts, but that's fine. My hole was leaking as we were having lunch because I had just gotten fucked. And my phone buzzed again. I had to cut my lunch short and head over to another dude's place. His wife is out and he wanted to drop a quick load inside me. As I walked away from my friend, I made a slight change on my profile. I changed my "neg" status to "don't care."

Part 12 Danny: Evan and I continued fucking. Some days I would do him, some days he would do me. "You're gonna be topping next week. I'm saving my loads for the guy who's paying me to knock his ass up" Evan said staring back at me with his cock still buried in my ass. "Crap, I kinda like goin to sleep with your load in me" I replied, smiling back at him. "Plenty of other poz guys around. Not all are toxic, but they'd love that hot ass. Hell, even neg loads will feel the same" Evan said. The next day I spent some time creating a couple new profiles. One gave all the info "Poz, unmedicated, versatile, bb only" and the other left my status at "ask" and only listed my preference as "versatile-top." It was interesting to see the responses. The poz profile got more interesting replies while the ask profile got five times the number, but most were just "fuck me" type messages. I spotted fratboibtm's profile and remembered that told me at the football game that he wanted to hookup again. It had never happened since I had deleted my old profile and he had no way to contact me. He now listed himself as a poz bottom, taking all loads and bare only. I sent him a message from my poz profile, told him what my old profile name was and that I'd freaked out and deleted the old one when I found out I was poz. I wasn't sure he would contact me and maybe his comment at the football game was just him being polite. "Hey, glad u found me. Thx 4 gift. Didn't expect it to happen that fast or from u" he sent back. We chatted a bit and I realized he was serious about wanting the bug, but I still apologized. "In frat house now. old roomie was afraid i wud infect him, lol" he replied at one point. I was trying to figure out when Tony would be out of the room and I could invite fratboibtm over when a new message from him popped up. "U like audience?" he asked. "U want to fuck in theater at dirty book store?" I replied. It was the only place I knew of other than the cruisy park where others could watch people have sex and I was still skittish about having sex in public. "Nah, at house. Some of the bros want to jack off while they watch me get fucked" he said. "str8 guys?" I asked and he sent back "They think so lol." -- Evan: We kept swapping back and forth. Some days I was on top and others he was. Danny was the first guy that I wanted to fuck more than once. Well fuck and get fucked by. I was slowly becoming a 50/50 versatile guy. I liked fucking him but I also liked breeding neg guys. I warned him, though, that I was going to be spending all of my top energy on the generous chaser I had lined up. That is, if he showed. I was finding that chasers flaked even more than most guys. Almost every day I would try and get Danny to put his profile back up. It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck him anymore, I wanted him to fuck other guys too. I didn't care if they were poz or neg, he needed to get back to fucking a few different guys per week. I liked knowing my partner was as slutty as I was. One day I finally spotted his new profile. It was pretty minimal, but it said enough that I'm sure he got plenty of responses. One of the more interesting things I found was that a lot of the guys that were listed as poz on the various apps and sites were undetectable even though they didn't advertise it. I'd been avoiding them in my quest to stay neg when they were much less risky than the one I thought was super safe, Danny. A few turned out to be really great fucks too. One bear really loved piss play and every time I left his place my ass was dripping cum and my stomach was full of his pee. I loved the verbal ones the most, though. My dick always got harder when they told me they were dumping their poz load in me, even when it was lacking any viral load. The chaser was eager for the first meet and while he was pretty quiet when I fucked him, he did everything possible to get me to breed him. He got two loads along with a torn up cunt and I got five hundred bucks. The next day, he was sore but still willingly took my dick, two more loads and a promise to do it the next day. Seven days in a row we met, but the last few I only gave him one load since my balls were running low. We both needed a day break and I went back two days later giving him another rough, two load breeding. The second week we just met three times but it was obvious that he was hurting each time and he never had enough time to heal. On Wednesday of the following week the chaser messaged me and said he wasn't feeling good. It was sixteen days after our first fuck. A week after that on Friday he told me to stop by and pick up my cash. I was hoping to take his newly toxic cum, but he wasn't interested in topping. -- Danny: I knocked on the front door to the frat house after my 2pm class a few days later, like we'd arranged. The door opened and I said "Hi, I'm here to see Gary" to the dark blond guy standing there. "Oh cool. We're waiting for you... You don't look or sound like a fag. We were worried some girly dude was going to show up and that would be a real boner killer. Follow me" the guy said. "Gay guys come in all sorts of types" I thought to my self as I followed him down a hall to a staircase and down into the basement. Four guys were sitting on a pair of couches and Gary was pushing a table off to the side. The guy that answered the door stood in front of a well worn leather chair but didn't sit down. They were all dressed in loose shorts or sweats, two with no shirt, one wearing a tank and the other pair in sleeveless tees. Gary wore a tank with three greek letters on the front and some nylon jogging shorts. Gary had suggested a quick pump and dump, telling me that he wanted to meet another time for a longer fuck with just the two of us. A short BJ followed by a quick fuck sounded good since I wasn't sure about fucking a guy in front of a bunch of straight guys I didn't know. I set down my backpack and unzipped one pocket with some lube and poppers I'd brought. Next, my shirt came off and I kicked off my shoes. "Let's do this. Drop your shorts" I said and watched Gary take his off, revealing a yellow jockstrap. One of the other guys pushed his shorts down to his ankles too and I laughed a bit, thinking "wonder what else he'd do if I told him to." The room reeked of testosterone and cum. I could envision a dozen guys in the room, sitting around watching straight porn and jacking off day after day. Gary dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my cargo shorts, pulling them down along with my red trunks. Seconds later, I felt his mouth around my partially hard cock. It stiffened quickly which was a relief. I had worried I wouldn't be able to get or stay hard in front of these other guys. A couple had their cocks out and in their hands and the rest were just rubbing over their tented shorts or sweats. I heard a few moans and some comments like "Damn" or "Fuck, yeah!" It was good to see these "straight" guys not get freaked out while watching two guys start to fuck. Gary seemed to be better at sucking than I remembered and when he buried his face into my pubic hair I heard a couple guys gasp. "Wish my girlfriend sucked me like that" one guy said. I smiled and after Gary went all the way down a few more times, I put my hand on the back of his head. Slowly I face fucked him and got a few more gasps from the audience. When I plowed harder, a few more guys were moaning. Looking around, all but one guy had a bare cock in their hand, stroking. It would have been nice to watch them stroke each other, but everyone was going solo. I decided that Gary had sucked long enough and my dick was coated in spit. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Gary off, tilting his head back. The smile on his face was big and I hoped it would get bigger in a few minutes. "Turn around and get on all fours" I said firmly. "Damn, he's really makin him his bitch" one guy muttered. I knelt down behind him and slapped one butt cheek before spreading his ass apart. I spit on the exposed hole a couple times and worked some of it in with my finger. I spit again and leaned in, giving a couple laps with my tongue over his winking hole. "Eeeeew, that's disgusting" a guy said. I leaned back and saw everyone was still stroking. "You eat your girlfriend's pussy?" I asked, not sure who had made the comment. The guy that had met me at the door said "Yeah" and I knew it was the same voice. "This is the same thing. He knows to clean it before sex and it tastes a million times better than every girl's pussy I've eaten" I replied. I spit a few more times on his hole, pushing it in with a pair of fingers. I moved closer and rubbed the tip over Gary's hole. The moment I started to push in another guy asked "No condom?" "He's not going to get pregnant, is he?" I asked, snickering while my cock drove in deeper. Gary was moaning and working his ass muscles around my cock. "Yeah... but you can catch other shit" was the retort. I didn't realize I was going to have to narrate the fuck for these guys and just wanted to start thrusting into his warm hole. The only good part about the comments was that it meant they were actually watching us. "I trust him. He's not a slut at the book store taking everyone's dick. Now let me do what I came here for" I replied. It took a lot of restraint to not tell them that I'd already knocked him up, but I didn't know if Gary had told him of the bug lurking inside him. The talking may have stopped, but not the sounds. It wasn't just Gary moaning either. Some of the guys were definitely enjoying the show while one guy kept closing his eyes only to open them up and watch me fuck a minute later. I added some grunts as I built up my pace, drilling his ass with my bare cock. A glance around found all of the guys with their cock's in their hands, stroking at various speeds and grips. My hands moved from Gary's waist to his shoulders, letting me begin to pound his ass. The sound of my hips slapping into Gary's butt added to the chorus of sounds filling the room. I began to grunt louder and every set of eyes were glued on us. Gary started to shove back as I thrust in and he began to grip my cock tighter with his ass muscles. My strokes got faster and I breathlessly told Gary "Gonna breed your ass." "Fuck!" got yelled out a couple seconds later and I caught one guy shoot his load all over his trimmed chest hair and stomach. It was a nice cock that I'd like to feel thrusting into my own ass. A few more thrusts and my cock started to pulse, pumping my viral seed into Gary's poz ass. It was like dominoes, with the guys shooting their loads one after another. I even felt Gary shoot his cum into his jock pouch. When all the activity had died down, I asked "Anyone want to give it a try? He's all lubed up." There was a several second pause before a tall redhead stood up, looking a little nervous and stepping out of his shorts. He walked over towards me and I slowly pulled out of Gary's slick hole. The guy knelt down and I watched his hand shake as he guided his thin cock to Gary's dripping hole. He slid in easily since I was much thicker than him. After only five or six strokes he cried out and I watched his body quiver as he dumped his cum into Gary's ass. "Oh fuck! I can't believe I did that" the guy said, pulling out, grabbing his shorts and scurrying up the stairs. Gary and I were the only ones chuckling. The other guys were looking at each other, unsure what to do next. I did catch one other guy staring at my still hard cock. I walked over to the guy that shot first, scooped up some of the cum off his chest with my finger and winked at him before licking my finger clean. I got a message from Gary when I was back home. "Thanks a lot hotter than I thought it wud be love how u took charge lookin forward to next time." -- Evan: Four chasers had consumed all of my free time and the only other sex was some quick hookups with Danny where he drilled me harder than normal before dumping a big load in my ass. I'd encouraged him to be more aggressive when he fucked me, since that's what I prefer. I had another guy that wanted to experience his first viral fuck but we could never set up a time. Laying on my bed with Danny next to me and his cum safely sealed inside my ass I wanted to suggest that he stop shaving his chest. I knew it could be a sensitive topic and many guys didn't take grooming suggestions well. "How long have you been shaving your chest?" I asked. "Since high school" he replied. "Ya know, you might have more hair there than you know. Your body changes. It might be worth a try to let it grow a few weeks and see what happens" I told him. He tried it and I got nothing but a stream of bitching from him as his chest itched more than it ever had. I laughed but saw some fur coming out across his chest along with that infamous patch in the center between his nipples that he thought was "stupid." By the second week it was looking better and the bitching slowed. I brought up the tattoo again, having finally decided what I wanted and where. Danny said that the guy that had pozzed him had given him a gift certificate for some mods and he had some money left on it. We went to the shop to talk and see if I liked the tattoo artist. Danny said the guy he had talked to before wasn't there, so we talked to this other artist once he finished his current client. Simon was pretty cute. He looked to be about thirty and was a weird mixture of punk, hipster and accountant. I got to see his work, though, both in live form via his other client and his portfolio book and it was impressive. He could probably do what I wanted in his sleep. When I showed the pics to him he got a big smile on his face, but wanted to know if I knew what it meant. Once I told him I was a poz cub, he chuckled and revealed his own biohazard tattoo. The thing that really surprised me was that Danny wanted to get a tattoo as well. He showed Simon a pic on his phone and zoomed in on one of the guys that had a tribal scorpion tattoo exactly like he wanted. I guessed that he was finally accepting his new life. Simon had sketched out each of our tattoos and we set up a time the following week. He said he would make up a couple versions of them and we could decide which we wanted when we came in for the appointment. We got back to my room and both of us were horny. We did something that we never had done before and flip fucked. Both of us ended up with a load of cum in our guts and our balls were empty. -- Danny: I was laying there in Evan's room on my back. I had just finished dumping another load into his ass and then pulled the plug from under his pillow and pushed it into him. "Do you prefer knowing you're pozzing a guy up or was it hotter when you thought you were neg and not even thinking about it?" Evan asked. "I don't like to think about it. At least the two guys that I unintentionally infected and still talk to me are OK with it. I don't hookup as much as I used to, though. How about you?" I asked. Evan grinned and replied "I only top guys that are chasing or don't care. The rest fuck me. The guy that paid me gave me the rest of the money now that he converted. I'm gonna use some of it to pay for the tattoo I wanted. Now I need to find a shop to do it." "I know a place. The guy that pozzed me gave me a gift certificate for there. There's still some money left on the certificate since all I got were my ears pierced. They do both tattoos and piercing" I replied. Evan chuckled. "Cool. He gave you a couple gifts, then. Want to go over there some time this week with me?" Evan asked. We walked into the shop on Thursday afternoon. The girl that had pierced me was at the counter and I explained that Evan wanted to talk to someone about a tattoo. A guy was working on a customer's full back tattoo and told us to give him ten minutes and he'd talk to us. We waited and after Simon, the tattoo guy, finished with the customer, he came over. Simon looked a little nerdy above the neck with his glasses and spotty scruff, but his arms, hands and legs were covered in ink, at least everything I could see outside of his tee and baggy shorts. "I got a couple pics of what I want" Evan said, pulling out his phone. A smile came over Simon's face as he looked at the two pictures, flipping back and forth and sketching something out on a pad of paper. "Do you know what the symbol means?" Simon asked Evan. Evan nodded and said "Yeah. I'm a poz cub so I think it fits me pretty well." "Sweet. Welcome to the club. I had a chemistry major want one and then came back a few months later looking to get it covered up when guys kept hitting on him" Simon said, rolling his hand and revealing his own biohazard tat on his left wrist. "Now, where do you want it and how big?" Simon asked, snickering. It took a second before I grasped the double meaning of his question. After a little discussion, Evan had his shirt off and they spent some time playing around with where on Evan's pectoral to put it. Simon pulled out his schedule book and they set up a time. "While we're here... I have some money left over on a gift certificate and I'd like to get a scorpion done too. And yeah, I know what it means" I said with a laugh. I showed him a pic on my phone that I had from Stu's football weekend and zoomed in to Tomas' scorpion tattoo. "Just like this, except I want it on my hip, below my waist, so it's normally covered by jeans or shorts" I told Simon. He looked the pic over and muttered "Stung you good, huh?" before grabbing a screen shot and forwarding it to himself. "A friend of his did, but yeah" I replied quietly. A week and a half later, Evan and I were inked. He even paid for the difference between what was left on my gift certificate and the cost of the tattoo, plus a nice tip for Simon. My dick immediately got hard the moment I saw my tattoo, which was a lot the next two weeks as I followed Simon's care instructions religiously. I liked his last, hand written, instruction the best and was eagerly waiting for two weeks to lapse so we could "Recharge your tattoo artist." My pubic hair slowly grew back after being shaved for the tattoo. Evan had convinced me to stop shaving my chest and I was amazed that I had a decent covering over my chest now. It wasn't as thick as Evan's or Ben's, but looked a lot better than I thought it would. I would probably be buying fewer shavers and cream too.

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!”

Too much irrelevant dialogue Too much foreplay which includes extended periods of cock sucking Guys that look like they are in pain Guys who look like they are bored while fucking or getting fucked Pulling out to cum Not eating any stray spilled cum

Condoms - instant pass as soon as I see one. Twinks - I prefer guys with mileage that know what they are doing. TBH anything else just depends on my mood. Sometimes I want to watch a gang scene other times I really want to see just two guys enjoy each other in the filthiest ways. And I completely agree with NLbear above, cum belongs in a hole.

Whimpering screaming bottoms. You're a man, take it like a man! Tops pulling out to cum.

1. Pulling out 2. Moaning like a bitch 3. Same angle forever 4. Guys fucking forever during a Cumdump scene, only to not cum after like 20 minutes 5. Guys telling you the pretended to cum 6. Women/cunts 7. Bottoms asking for a break 8. Not breeding

Chapter 22 He suddenly realized how vulnerable he was. The guy that had brought him down said “ Here is where the fun begins”. The Pig tried to move but couldn’t. the guy said “ Buy the way, It isn’t your fun, it is ours “. With that the guy strapped a ball gage into the pigs mouth and secured it. He was concerned as to what the guy said and what he meant but he didn’t have long to contemplate his position. Someone knelt in front of the Pig and began sucking on his tender cock. Every touch sent shocks thru is vey soul. The guy at the same time would tug on his nut sack or like the flesh. At the same time he felt a finger worming up inside his ass. This also felt great. The Pig was in heaven and it felt like he was abut to shoot when both the hot mouth on his cock an the finger in his ass stopped. He was twitching and trying to get off when the guy sucking him pulled off and slapped his cock. It sent a bolt of pain thru him. Someone said “ We didn’t give you permission to cum yet. Do that again and the guy will be ordered to bite your cock “. The sucking stared again and this time the Pig resisted to natural urges to pump into the mouth on his cock. He did pretty good at resisting this until that finger found his prostate and began assaulting it. the Pig involuntarily thrust forward and the guy bit down on his cock near the base of it. Not that hard, but enough that the Pig got the idea. The guy gently stared to need the Pig’s sack and stared the most exquisite sucking he ever felt. He was about to cum when someone grabbed one of his nipples and twisted it. The pain was unexpected and intense. It stopped his climax. At the same time that one finger turned into three ramming up his ass. The guy was twisting them to create the most pain as possible. The Pig was shaking his head and pleading thru the ball gage. The guy that brought him down looked the pig in the eye and asked him “ You want the pain to stop “? The pig was nodding his head yes. He guy looked at him and said “ I am not sure your really ready to submit to everyone yet “. Once again the Pig was shaking his head in a yes motion. He looked around and said “ These guys all want your cunt tonight. All have AIDs or something equally nasty to share with you. Are you sure”? The Pig hesitated when he heard that and didn’t move or anything. The guy sucking the Pig’s cock stared to bear down with his teeth once again. The Pig’s eye opened wide when he felt that and began shaking his head yes again. The Guy said “ Well, I need to make sure”. With that e held up three fingers and said “ These were just up your ass, the smell nasty, like piss, cum and ass juices “. He said Here is what I am going to do, I will remove that ball gag and you’re going to lick and suck them clean “. He asked the Pig “ do you understand? “. All this time the guy sucking the Pig’s cock was bearing down on the cock in his mouth and when a question was asked he stared putting more pressure on the tender piece of meat between his teeth. He wasn’t really causing any damage but in the heightened state of mind the Pig was in it felt like the guy might bit it off at any time. The drugs that he had gotten earlier was started to where off now and he was getting a general idea of what was going on. He shook his head up and down again. The guy removed the gage and pushed his three fingers in the Pig’s mouth. The Pig was slow to stared licking but started to suck and lick the fingers clean in real earnest. The guy was impressed that the Pig was so easily convinced to do what they wanted. This was truly going to be an exceptional night. The guy looked around and said “ He’s ready. Lets get him where he needs to be”. Some guys came over to him. Two were caring a point that to the Pig looked half full. The pig remembered the last time he was there he got one and that is when that the world changed for him. Another guy had a baggie with some crystal looking things in it.

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'm undetectable. How I became poz in the first place, apart from the obvious mechanics, I genuinely don't know. What that means is that for a while I was unaware of my status. Total bottom maybe; but definitely toxic. So anyone who stuck their dick in me was taking a risk, and lots did. The thing is, especially out cruising, no-one ever asked status. I let guys fuck me and they never asked me and I never asked them. Any of them could have been poz, several probably were and that's how I square it with myself. None of the parties involved cared beyond the fuck. I'm never seeking absolution and anyone who wants to judge can but what happened happened. Just like I'll never know who gave it to me I'll never know if I passed it on. Now my profiles declare my status and I still get fucked regularly with full disclosure. But when out cruising whether dark rooms, clubs or cottages it rarely comes up before the fucking starts. In the heat of things I guess guys really only think with one thing.

Growing Up in Nebraska was not easy to be Gay, so sex of any kind was hard to find. I moved to NYC for school at 17, and within a month, I was getting fuck raw and taking loads, and by 20, Pozzed.

11.Offered a cold soda by a man in a pickup truck with a camper on it behind the supermarket.Went up the steps a freckel faced blue eyed blonde boy barefoot tee shirt and cuttoff jean shorts.Knew NOTHING about any sex much less gay activities.Went down those same steps a little while later with his cum leaking out.And my heart pounding....:)

Had the day off yesterday so rubbered up and shot a week's toxic load to this

I increasingly won’t talk chasing/gifting things to guys listed as “poz on meds” for multiple reasons. The main one being out of consideration for their decision to go on meds. For whatever reason, guys on meds are out of the gifting/chasing fantasy world and I think that it is only fair that they do not wish to indulge that, then that is respected. In a slightly wider context, I’m also mindful that some guys did not want to end up poz and have found their diagnosis traumatic whether they are listed as “on meds” or not. I do not want to add to that trauma. I’m pretty sceptical of what I read here. I think even away from the back room there is a lot of fantasy posted. Having guys pestering you (or anyone else) to poz them when you have made the decision to stay u/d is pretty unreasonable in my view. Don’t even get me started on the “will you go off meds to poz me?” crew.

Kind of long, thank you for reading. I met up with a very well endowed bbc yesterday from an app, we talked for a while and exchanged pics but he still liked the idea of me waiting face down ass up for him, and tbh I love it too. This was our first hookup so I asked him to bring a condom and he did. He ate my ass first which drove me wild. I was begging and pushing against his tongue until I was nearly limp from the pleasure. Then he grabbed the condom, lubed us up and slowly pressed into me until his hands were digging into my hips and I could feel his balls slap against me. He was so deep I was almost crying but smiling the whole time. Being filled like that was heaven. And I was pushing back against him and his thrusts bounced me forward. He told me he was gonna cum and I told him I needed it. He asked me where I wanted his load and between each thrust I barely whimpered "anywhere you want daddy". I expected it on my back or face, but he pulled off the condom and shoved his entire cock back into me in one swift thrust. I cried out in both joy and pain and he cried he's cumming. I was catching my breath when he just continued pounding me relentlessly again. And with each thrust I could feel his dick get more wet from his cum spilling out. He pulled out and shot the rest of it on my abused hole and spanked me. I asked if he came inside me and he said no, but before I could gather the energy to ask more questions he grabbed his things and was out the door. My ass was still in the air. It totally defeated the purpose of the condom and is entirely risky but I was so happy to be bred. I pushed his load out and it was impressive. I asked him if he was intending to do the the whole time and he told me he knew I wanted it because I'm a little slut. He wasn't wrong, I told him I have a forced breeding fetish and never had a top pull the condom off without my consent. That's always been a fantasy of mine. Today he texted me and 15 minutes later I was waiting with my ass in the air again. He even used a condom again because of my kink and when he told me he was gonna cum and this time begged for it. He pulled off the condom and i felt his bare cock slide back in and my mind went numb. He fucked me for a good while without a condom. His pace picked up and he got rougher, much rougher. He would pull all the way out to see me gaping and then ram back into me. I was screaming into the pillow from the intensity. He asked if I was good. All I could do was give him a thumbs up and he took that as a challenge. When he finally came he pressed himself deep into my hole and he made sure I could feel his cock twitch inside me. When he pulled out I made sure to squeeze him and get every drop. He smacked my ass and I spread it open for him so he could admire his work. He left again with my ass in the air. I took a video of pushing his load out (to compare notes) and I couldn't believe how much he had so soon. I didn't think it would end. I've watched it several times now. So I think he and I are gonna make this a regular thing. Just with fewer condoms and more positions.

Any hung tops in London want to breed my ass. I can host in Chelsea or travel. Accept all types of loads

I woke up this morning and my boyfriend was in a shitty mood, so instead of fighting, I moved out to the couch on the living room. I started thinking about the guy I have had over a couple of times in the last few weeks but, since it was a Saturday, I decided not to text him (usually he comes to my house during the weekday while the bf is at work and we don't text on the weekends) So I opened up grindr instead. I had no real intent on 'actually' hooking up with anyone else, more just wanted to stroke a bit to the banter. Well, the guy happened to be on grindr as well and asked what's up. He said his husband was still sleeping and that he could either come over to me or I could go to him and he'd fuck me in his basement. I heard my bf stirring in the other room and recognized that it was too risky for him to come to my place while the bf was home. We went back and forth a bit and some time went buy without any solid plan so I resigned that nothing was going to happen. In one last effort, I texted him that I had to head out to the store so could stop by his place if it wasn't too late. After I left the store, I thought I was just going to head home, but he REPLIED! He said, 'where are you at'? I told him I was only about 5 minutes down the road and he said Stop by! I immediately got hard thinking about what was about to happen. It was also during this time, that the bf called me about wanting to go to a movie and asked how long I would be.... I told him about 20 more minutes. I then texted the new guy (his name is Will) and asked where I should go when I parked there. Will said that his husband would be upstairs but he had a door off the garage that led to the lower level of his house. As long as I was quiet, his husband wouldn't come down. He left that side door open and told me to enter. Once I did....there he was....a handsome 35 year old, large man with dark skin, a cute face and that BEAUTIFUL cock I remember so well. He was wearing nothing but a stark White robe and looked sexy AF! He led me through the garage, put his finger up to his lips (as if to shush me) and led me to the basement family room and immediately took off his robe, revealing his dripping masculinity to me. I immediately dropped to my knees and sucked him as best I could (my mouth doesn't really fit around his THICK, and long cock). Once he was hard, I asked for the lube and he immediately grabbed the bottle and lubed up his cock, pulled off my pants and put me on my hands and knees on his couch and spread some lube over my waiting hole. I was positioned too high for him so he grabbed my hips and moved me to preciesely the height he needed me to be and proceeded to press his fantastic cock right into my hole. The lube he had was better than what we used before because he slid in without 'too' much whimpering on my part. Usually, it takes me several minutes and several tries with breathing room in between for my hole to accommodate his massive size...but this time...it just worked! He went in slow and after the head breached my ring, I felt the pain but he kept pushing and then had his full length inside me in only a few moments. I LOVE that feeling when your man's cock is fully inside you and you then feel his hips rest up against your ass....yum..... Will likes to moan and be verbal to me...saying things like 'oh yea baby' and 'you like that cock?' or 'Oh my, you got ALL of me inside you!' and things like that. Well this time, he couldn't for fear his husband upstairs would hear. So he just quietly moaned. I did my best not to moan as well and just shoved my face into the back of the couch cushion. Whatever lube he used made his cock feel EXTRA amazing as it slid in and out of my hole. Will seemed to LOVE it too as he didn't last as long as usual and proceeded to start breathing heavily and in one final push, he shoved himself as far as he could inside of me and let the beast unleash! I could feel every pulse of his cock as he shot load after load deep into my insides. It was enough to cause me to shoot, hands free, all over the towel Will conveniently left under me on his couch. I proceeded to pull up my pants as he put his robe back on with a HUGH grin on his face. I whispered 'thanks! That was so nice!" and he said the same back. I quietly walked back through the garage out the side door and back to my car. A few minutes later, he texted me 'THAT WAS SO HOT!" I said, Hell yeah it was! I can't wait for a repeat!

If this is the wrong forum the moderators are welcome to move it to the appropriate place. I cannot imagine I am the only one that feels this way. How do others handle this situation? I have my status listed on this site and any hookup sites I'm on as a courtesy to those trying to make decisions about who they hook up with. I frequently get contacted by bugchasers, as well as have had bugchasers post to discussions I have started with some fairly overt bugchasing replies. One thing I could do is add to my profiles that I am not interested in gifting or even indulging bugchasing fantasies. Here is my situation in bullet points for anyone who is interested: Yes I'm HIV positive undetectable I never intentionally bug chased I did not intentionally allow guys to cum in my ass until after I found out I was positive In retrospect wish I had gotten tested and if it wasn't too late went on PREP as soon as it came out I'm not in the least interested in gifting I have serious regrets about anyone I may have converted before I found out I was positive I don't volunteer my status if I'm fucking guys who are obviously taking any and all dicks but will answer if asked I will wear a condom or get fucked with a condom if asked I do not cum in anyone the 1st time without their consent I won't get upset if someone turns me down because of my status Yes I'm bi, and I will fuck you if you are woman or play with you and your girlfriend/wife, but I will not bareback a woman How I became positive I like sex and fucking a lot I like cruising in parks, sex clubs, bathhouses, adult theaters, sex parties or just about anywhere people have uninhibited sex I stuck my raw dick into literally thousands of holes over a period of 20+ years many of those holes were full of other guys cum some of which I'm sure was positive I did occasionally allow guys to fuck me raw and ask them to pull out and feed me their cum if they wanted to cum, which isn't completely effective by any means I rarely let a guy fuck me for more than a few strokes Yes I'm sure I was stealthed a handful of times If I was in a group situation I'm sure some of the guys I let fuck me had been in cum filled asses, and sucking them 1st was not effective way to prevent transfer Yes I knew all of this while I was out there being a total slut No I don't recommend you do what I did, if you are going to be as big of a slut as I was/am go on PREP and stay on it

I have very frequently a smelly and cheesy cock. I still have my foreskin and within a day my cock starts to build up smegma. I feed that with my piss, my cum, other mens cum and even do not wash my cock after I have fucked an Ass or Pussy. This becomes after 1 or 2 days such a horny strong smell and tast.... I just love my cock smelling!.

Can I express a bit of a pet peeve here? Apologies to come across rather abrassive, but something bothers me about these types of posts. I'm failing to grasp the rationale for asking our "permission" to cheat. This is not the right question to be asking us. I don't want to be responsible for encouraging this type of behaviour, and I know many of my fellow BZ bretheren feel similarly about this. I'm not going to answer the original poster's question, but I would prefer to offer some advice: speak to your long-term partner about this. I know you might be scared of his reaction, but believe me when I say you're due for a much worse reaction when the secretiveness surfaces. If you really require anyone's permission, it's going to be his - not ours.

Just in case you didn't believe me

I didn't mean to imply that you were being judgmental. In a fairly blunt way I was describing how I am at peace with where I am and how I got here. In other threads I have described this journey and in others still I have explored the fantasy side. What I can see from my perspective is that there is a clear disconnect. The "porn" side is all fun without consequence and the screen goes dark with the cumshot. The reality is, am I'm sure you know, how everything changes. I know I'm lucky. I'm in the UK so meds are taken care of and I am fit and in good health. I am very conscious of how easily that can all change. I explored the fantasy of things to get my own head sorted out. I don't advocate living as I have nor do I say not to. What I absolutely won't do is knowingly assist anyone down that path, if only for my own sake.

The way I read your reply, you have nothing whatsoever to consider seeking absolution for. You haven't lied to anyone - or misled anyone. You have merely celebrated your inborn Lust for raw Cock along with many, many other like-minded men. That's only to be celebrated - upheld - reinforced and supported. It's up to each guy to consider the risks, and figure out what his behavior will be. Some arrive at the answer that the love of wanton sex is paramount, and behave accordingly. Some will take every precaution there is to take, and fuck with wonderful abandon. Some will try to get a closed relationship, settling for at least some of the loaf. Every guy decides for himself, after considering every potential outcome. You don't know how you became positive, and thus it is irrelevant. You don't know if you unknowingly passed it to to others, since you didn't know you may have been infected. It's up to each guy to weigh the risks and decide how far he'll go for himself. I get tested monthly, and while I don't know how long it takes, once infected with hiv, to pass it on to others, if I pick up that bug on the 1st of the month, and get tested on the 30th, maybe I might fuck it up some guy's gut on the 29th. Point: each guy has to weigh the risks against the magnetism of the pleasures, and decide for himself how to balance the two. I find no fault whatsoever with your actions.

Damn, season two is really heating up!

*wap* *wap* *wap* *wap* "fuck yeah dude I'm gonna cum." My head was spinning. I don't say anything but pressed back up against him. Soon he started unloading in me. Almost immediately after I heard the deadbolt. Fuck! She was supposed to be in Connecticut until tomorrow. I was staying at her place looking after her dog. I didn't know the name of the man who was emptying his balls in my asshole. We met on craigslist. He responded to my ad looking for dick. **** I'd was bored at Amanda's shitty apartment in the LES. It was Sunday afternoon and I started watching some porn. I was feeling spicy so I put on this 80s gay DVD she had for whatever reason and I got out a buttplug she'd used on me a few times. Amanda knew I fantasized about gay sex. In fact, she incorrectly thought I'd been fucked by a guy because I lied and said I had been. She thought it was hot. The plug was in me and my cock was ridiculously hard and leaking cum. I was rocking on the butt plug. On the screen a tanlined twink got railed bare by a muscly guy with a pornstache. I posted an ad looking for a top to fuck me. I included the nearest cross street and my stats. After 5 minutes I edited it to add "breed me raw." I started emailing a few guys then got a response from a guy who was literally 4 blocks away. I told him I was at my gfs and he didn't care. He was indeterminately 30s maybe early 40s. Kinda faggy looking with bleached blonde hair but I liked his bald pubes and thick but not huge cock. I gave him the address and apartment number. The buzzer startled me inside of 15 minutes. I pulled up my basketball shorts, the butt plug still inside. I let him inside and started to mildly panic. I was only up one floor so I didn't have long. He came inside. I was suddenly insecure about the gay porn. He slid his hand down my shorts and said relax. I laughed and did. He sat down on Amanda's shitty Ikea couch. I knelt between his legs and opened his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear. I sucked his stiffening dick into my mouth. That was a first! I realized I didn't know what I was doing but figured it wasn't too tricky. His penis felt huge in my mouth and I gagged a couple of times. "Let's fuck" I stood up and got naked, pulling the plug from my asshole. I'd used lots of lube and some of it ran down my right thigh. I walked over to the bed. Another horrible Ikea acquisition lol. I got on my knees and stuck my ass in the air and pulled out the plug, dropping it beside me on the comforter. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and slid inside of me. I was having unprotected receptive anal sex with a man whose name I didn't know. My cock leaked precum but also shriveled. He fucked me hard, slowing for a few moments when he heard me whimpering. I told him to fuck me. I said I wanted his load. He flipped me on my back. He pulled me past the edge of the bed and was deep inside me. *wap* *wap *wap* his thighs slapped against me. "Fuck you do have a tight asshole." I was having an out of body experience. I was intensely turned on by getting fucked. I was fantasizing about him shooting a huge load of semen inside me. My legs were over his shoulders as he fucked my ass. Amanda had fucked me many times but this was the first time I had an actual cock in me. "Uhhh yeah." "Jerk off." "huh?" "Jerk off." he put my hand on my cock, which was soft but dripping precum. He stopped fucking but stayed inside. I jerked off, fast, blasting a huge load on my stomach. I felt overwhelmed but he wasted no time pulling out and having me flip onto my hands and knees. A ribbon of cum ran off me onto the bedspread. He penetrated me from behind and began fucking me hard. *wap* *wap *wap*. He grabbed me, smearing cum on his right hand and wiping it on my neck, "sorry dude you came a lot." *wap* *wap* *wap* why'd I done this? I could've just jerked off. *wap* *wap* *wap* *wap* "fuck yeah dude I'm gonna cum."

Checked into club columbus a little bit ago. Went to sit in the sauna and a guy followed me in. Sucked him hard and found a nice PA! He started fucking me and when it got too hot in there we went to my room. I lay down and he climbed on and slide in. His cocock was a nice 6 inches but I felt the PA rubbing with every stroke! After about 5 minutes of his pumping he said "I'm gonna cum". I told him to go for it! I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded inside my hole! When he limbed off, I licked him clean and told him to come back if he wants more!

My last load came from my bosses assistant on Saturday. We was driving home from a job, notice his dick was gettting hard. We have traded blowjobs in the past. He asked me if I still had that place along the way back to the office. I him yes, but I started to grop him a bit. We dropped the company car off at the office. He usually parks in area no one can see, I started to suck his 7.5 hung dick. We drove off a few blocks, got to my trailer office. Second we are in thr door, I'm on my knees, sucking his dick in his pants. We went to the bed. He unzipped his pants and starts to face fuck me. Next he forced my pants off. He forced his dick into my ass. When he breeds he gets homophobic, calling a faggot, whore. For about 20 mins he fucks me, he drops his load into me, made me clean up his dick . Spit on me and left. About an hour later, he told me he was still honry and needed my ass. I told him, door unlocked and my ass is up. He came in, just breed me again. I asked him to stay the night. We went to bed about 11pm, at about 3 am we woke up, I sucked him again and again he fucked me. We ended up sponing. At about 8 am, I could feel his hard dick right up against my ass. He said nothing, and started to fuck me again. He still has his load in me from last night. He just started to fuck me hard, again saying nothing. About five minutes later he cummed in me again. We just kissed and lay on top of each other naked. I sucked his dick, tasting my ass on his dick. We showered, just cleaning eachother off. I gave him another blowjob, swallowed his load and we kissed and cuddled for another hour.

This is such a fucking hot account! Please keep posting about your adventures!

Not cumming in the hole ( any sign of a condom and I don’t consider it porn)

The OP, from 2015, lays out exactly why Prep is the solution to the problem of staying safe from HIV infection for guys who want to bareback (with whomever). Look at him tying himself in knots as he questions potential partners and then agonises over their language choices and whether he could be confident they were telling the full truth. He relies on stereotypes about his potential partners too as he does this. Not surprising he cockblocked himself so many times by asking too many awkward questions and then challenging the responses if he wasn't convinced. A prep user takes responsibility for their health into their own hands. There is no longer any need to rely on partners telling the truth about themselves, or to try and work out whether they are a high-risk or low-risk group for HIV transmission (transwomen are a high-risk group). A man who has casual sex with cisgender women is in a lower-risk group, but I could understand why such a person might prefer to, and might feel safer being on Prep. In the UK, due to the relatively lower risk these men wouldn't be given free prep but it is reasonably simple to purchase from abroad (see iwantprepnow.co.uk, but be sure to consult a doctor at a sexual health clinic first just so that a routine test of kidney function can be made).

I suspect that there are they just don’t talk about it here.

I started this post due what I considered some overt bugchasing on my thread asking about BZ guys hooking up with other BZ guys. However while I was writing it I got hit up by a bugchaser on BBRT, so it is a little longer than what I started out with. I actually added to my profiles both here and at BBRT that I am not a "gifter" or willing to indulge bugchasing fantasies. I don't want to serve as a "role model" for self destructive behavior any more than I want to actually infect them. 4 years ago I found out I had stage 4 cancer at the same time I found out I was positive. I don't take my health or anyone else's health for granted.

Your problem may be one more common with poz Tops than with poz bottoms; I post my status on all my profiles and I don’t recall ever having been hit up by a bugchaser - probably because they’re not looking at me as a source of infected cum. It might also, however, have to do with my emphasis on U=U. I make it clear that I’m not only Undetectable, I’m Untransmittable. So if some nutcase is looking for someone to infect him with a disease, I’m obviously not the man for the job. I also only recall one instance of a Top seeding me and then telling me I just got his toxic load. I assume it’s because there’s no fantasy or thrill in stealthing somebody who’s already medicated against it to the point of undetectability.

Nobody is going to admit that they're not into a certain race but reality is everyone is, even the ones who say they are 'equal opportunity' or whatever that means. Most of us are into all races but we're more into certain race more than others, most of the time that race being white or anyone white passing (fair skin Latinos/Middle Eastern). When I first started out as a cumdump, I remember making ads on CL and the first thing people always asked me was "are you white?".

Way to go! Now find another guy to repeat the same!

This is one of the most amazing stories i have read on BZ, great storytelling, really a very Nice and sexy story

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

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

I need to visit the other side of the Atlantic, there are new perversions I could learn from you guys. I'm uncut which often baffles guys here, I shouldn't have that problem over there.

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.

12. My hole felt slick as I sat back down at my desk. I tried to send a few more emails but wasn’t achieving much. All I could thing about was being back in that bathroom stall in an hour taking another big load. Fuck it, I thought, and got back on scruff. There were a few more guys on than before, but nothing promising. I looked back at messages and woofs from guys. The first new woof I had was from a hot looking 19-year-old, not too far from my apartment. His profile photo showed a cute face, still kind of boyish face with a hint of stubble starting on the chin, floppy hair, and bright eyes. Normally, not my thing, but the next picture showed a tight muscular body, that only came from a lot of work at the gym. He was flexing with his arm over his head and a sweaty heavily haired pit exposed. A thin treasure trail dove into the low-slung short workout shorts, and a little patch of hair sprouted between his well-shaped pecs. The last photo was a beach photo of him in a speedo that seemed to barely contain his junk. I sent him a message. Next was a guy in his forties, bushy moustache, close cropped hair, slightly furry chest. He had unlocked his album, and amongst cute photos of his friends and him hanging out were two fantastic nudes. His first, a mirror shot with no face showing, cute average body, and hard fat cock. The second was just his cock, not super long but fat as hell, with a big slick looking mushroom head. I sent him a message too. Then the third guy. Thin, with a kind of nerdy look. He had square glasses, and a smooth face. Messy hair flopped down over his forehead. His album was unlocked. A couple cute face pics, and then him laying on an unmade bed, one leg under the sheet, naked, smooth tight torso leading down to a wild mass of pubes, and a semi hard cock flopped over onto one leg under its own weight. This was followed by one of his hand gripped round the base of that heavy looking cock. Last that cock, hard, slick, and shoved into a raw cummy looking hole. He too got a message, and for good measure I went back and unlocked my photos for all of them. The jock responded to me first. Young and horny… perfect. He said he was done with work in a couple of hours and could meet me at my place right after work. I told him I’d probably be home just after six, and sent him my address. It was getting close to 5. I packed up my things, logged off my computer, and walked towards the elevator. On my way up the thin nerdy looking guy sent me a message asking if I was free that night. I told him that I was after 7:30 if he wanted to come over and included my address. I opened the door to the bathroom, and there, completely naked, was my boss his cock already hard. I didn’t need instruction. I closed and locked the door, tore off my clothes, and got on my knees to suck his cock. To my surprise he pulled me up from the floor, pulled me tight and kissed me hard. His hands explored my body, one holding me close and the other tugging at the band of my jock. His fingers slid across my hole, smearing the little bit of cum that had leaked out, while his tongue invaded my mouth. When he finally broke the kiss he said, “We’ve got more time now, so I’m going to do this right. Take the jock off.” I did as I was told, and dropped my jock on the floor. He went and sat on the closed toilet seat, his cock pointing straight up and motioned to me. I moved over and straddled him, my caged cock pressed against his torso. He pulled my mouth to his and started to kiss me again. As he did, his hands grabbed my hips and steered me downward. I felt his big cock head against my taint, then it slid back snagging on my hole. I shifted my hips to catch him, and then felt my hole break open around his invading head. I moaned into the kiss as I slid down on his cock. He groaned too. I was so full of cum that I felt nothing but joy. A moment later I was sitting on his lap, still locked in a warm passionate kiss with my boss. He held onto me firmly, slowly starting to grind into me. I grunted with each thrust, the cock slut in me gaining satisfaction as he did. “Such a warm wet pussy.” “That’s your cum you feel Sir.” “You liked taking my load didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Sitting at your desk with my seed in your cunt?” “Yes.” “Good boy.” He bucked his hips into me forcing me forward. His hands under my ass he shifted his weight forward and pulled me up. He was standing, my legs and arms wrapped around him, and his cock still inside me. He pinned me against the opposite wall, my hands finding the safety rail for support. I kept my legs on his shoulders and he started to rail me. I knew I was shouting but was almost positive no one would hear us. He certainly didn’t seem to care. He pounded me harder and harder, till sweat poured off of him. Hes face was lost in animalistic lust. What had started as a sensual fuck had turned into a brutal breeding, and I was perfectly happy. I was desperate for cum. I wanted to feel him unload in me again. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, leaking cage and full of cum. Your cunt is perfect.” “Please breed me! I need your load. I’m a cum whore. I need to be filled.” “I know boy. I’m going to fill you.” “Fuck.” “Yeah, whore.” “Fuck yes! Please… please… please,” I was a whimpering mess, begging for cum. He was a sweat covered animal rutting in my used hole. “Take my fucking load boy!” “Yes!” We were clearly shouting by the time he slammed back into me and started to throb. His orgasm rocketed yet another load into my slack hole. He slowly set me down. “Fuck that felt amazing. Im not kidding your hole is amazing.” “God. Seriously any time. Ever since I let my roommate put this cage on me,” I shook the cage at him, “I’ve been hornier than I could have imagined. All I want is to be bred.” “Well don’t worry. I’m going to be pumping at least one into you most days now.” “Thank you.”

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

Well, I'm a vers top white guy and my favourite thing to do with a black guy is fuck him - especially if he is built, muscular and darker skinned. So, what can I say.... we're out there. I do recognise that all non-white guys have to deal with a lot of baggage though, which really sucks. Last trip I made to London I had two different black guys on the apps make it clear that they wouldn't meet unless they got to bottom or we flipped, which was more than fine with me, but it must be a negotiation they have to have quite a lot.

Always ready for a new chapter.

Hi guys thanks again for being patient with me. Its been a crazy stretch and it took me a little more time than usual to get this chapter going. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 10 I had no idea what Grant was talking about. But dad clearly did. "It's been a long time since I've been around that. It would definitely make things easier for you guys." I stood by them confused but my focus was mostly on the tv where the group scene was playing. I felt my dads hand on my back. "How about it Coop? You feeling good?" "Yeah dad I'm good." He could probably tell that the shower had sobered me up a little. It probably did the same for him. I looked at him and he looked like he was mullling something over. Like he could make a good decision and a dirty decision and he wasnt sure which one to take. But he was definitely sure. "We're just gonna make this a little more fun for everyone ok Coop?" "I trust you dad." Dad's face was lit up by a smile and it provoked the love of a son but also of someone who just wanted to feel his hard cock deep inside him until the end of time. "Youre gonna feel so fucking good son." Dad turned his attention from me to Grant who also looked like he was trying to decide whether he wanted to say what he was thinking. "The only possible problem is all our doses are the same so there isnt going to be a trial period or baby slam for our boy here." The subject of this conversation was still something I couldnt figure out but being in this room and having one man call me son and the other boy made me want them all to be my dads tonight. I couldnt help but slowly stroke my cock with that thought. "There we go. Our boy is up to it." Grant pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around me so that we were now both looking at dad. It made me hard to feel Grants body against mine even though it wasnt really in a sexual way. But I was aware that this was the first naked guy who pulled me into his body besides dad. "How many doses do you have?" Dads smile made it clear that he wasnt thinking about whether we were going to continue the night but how extreme it was going to be for the two of us. I didnt know what a slam was but I at least knew what direction things were heading. "Enough for all of us dont you worry" Grant smirked. "Lets get you guys comfortable." I started to move in the direction of the bed but Grant pulled me close to him again and led me to the sling. "We're actually going to put you in here. That ok?" I looked at dad and he just gave me the "it's fine" nod. I had seen enough porn to know what it meant for me to be placed in the sling. Grant angled the sling so I could get in more easily and then dad secured my feet into loops that kept them in place so that my legs would stay up. I noticed how exposed my hole suddenly became. i also saw that Luke and Dominic had gotten off the bed and were joining dad and Grant around the sling. I felt dads hand on my chest slowly guiding it up and down my torso. I looked up at him. "You ok Coop?" "Yeah I think so." He could tell I was sobering up and getting nervous at what I thought was about to happen. "Don't forget Coop. Im right here ok? Im not going anywhere. If its getting too intense just say the word and we are out of here. No questions asked. Ok?" "Yeah dad. Thanks." Dad leaned down and kissed me on the lips softly. "I'll keep you safe Coop" he whispered. While dad and I were having that private moment, Grant retrieved a leather case that he now had in his hand. As he unzipped it, he asked, "So who's going to be first?" I thought I knew what he was talking about. Who was going to be first to fuck me. But Luke's response made me rethink that. "Shouldn't the boy go first?" First in what? I thought. I didn't ask, just trying to see if someone might just end up saying it. Dad spoke next. "Why dont I go first? I want Coop to see that its fine and theres nothing to be worried about." "Can either of you two help out?" Grant was asking Luke and Dominic. Luke said yes and came closer to Grant who said to us all, "What if we did the boy right after his dad here?" He opened the case and pulled out a syringe. I dont know what I thought was in there but this was not it. Why would we need syringes? In my sobering up state, I was beginning to think that maybe it was a bad idea to come to this room. As if he had read my mind, dad leaned down to me again and whispered in my ear to reassure me. "Theyre gonna put one of the needles in me and youre going to watch me blast off Ill be so high. I want you to experience that pleasure. Im doing it first so you know its safe and also because Im hoping after you see my high you will want it too." I just nodded. None of this made any real sense yet but I trusted dad and if he said I would want a syringe in me after seeing him get one, I was going to watch carefully. Grant pulled out a band and followed that up with another both from the leather case. He handed one to Luke and both proceeded to tie them around dads and my arm. This was making me nervous and then I heard dad say, "I haven't done this in ages" which made me even more nervous. What if things changed since he did it last? What if these guys didnt do it right? What if this was just a trick and they were going to kill both of us with these needles? At the same time I was very curious about what was going to happen. I couldnt imagine being higher than we were tonight. And it was hot watching dad get high off the smoke. That memory from earlier in the night kept me quiet about my fears. I didnt have to wait long to find out. I wasnt paying attention to the needle as much as the way everyone was so quiet and focused on giving Grant the space and silence he needed to concentrate on getting it right. But then when dad ripped the band off his arm it was like everyone went unfrozen as dad raised his arm and his breathing got quick before he let out a couple of coughs. Collectively the rest of the guys reacted with a "Yeah" and "That's right" but I just kept watching dad in silence. At first I couldnt tell what was happening. Was this how he was supposed to react? And then he let out a long "Fuuuuuuck yeah that feels good" with his head tilted back and his hands feeling down his chest stomach and cock. As he stroked it I noticed that somehow it looked even bigger and thicker than before. Dad was leaking pre cum again. His focus looked like it was just on him and his pleasure. Like he wasnt even aware that we were in the room with him. He was just feeling good and he was doing what he could to make that even better. "You ready to feel that kid?" Luke whispered in my ear. I turned to him but didnt respond. Dads reaction was hot but I was still a little scared of the needle. Luke took my non-response as a yes apparently because he held my arm out and placed the tip of the needle at a vein. I was paralyzed or maybe I wanted to help him do it right. Either way I did everything to stay still. This time I watched the needle and didnt look away even when dad saw what was happening and said to Luke, "Yeah give Coop that slam. Get my son flying through the roof." Right as he said it, Luke was pushing the plunger down. As soon as it was all in, he pulled it out and then untied the band around my arm. "Raise your arm kid. Let it get into your system." I raised my arm like dad did and after a slight delay from the moment the band came off the warmth started to build from that arm down to the rest of my body. There was something in the back of my throat or my lungs that started a coughing fit like dads but much longer. I had trouble catching my breath but even in that panic I could feel the warmth just spreading and turning me hornier than i had ever been before. I was lost in my own world enjoying this feeling. It wasnt a high like before. It was just every inch of my body feeling like it was experiencing a pleasure it never had before. It was overwhelming and scary but it was so good that I also didnt want it to end. I got brought back to where I was when I heard Luke and Grant cough almost simultaneously. I looked around and saw them catching their high with Dominic doing his own on his arm. I knew they were hot when I first saw them but I noticed that I saw them differently now. I just didnt care what they looked like. As far as I was concerned they were just cocks and I was a hole that needed to be filled. Dad was standing right next to me his hard cock by my head. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. He looked like he had more control than when he first got the slam but his eyes looked totally different. I couldnt figure out what it was but it was like someone else was in my dads body and i could only tell from his eyes. "You feelng good son? I told you it would be good didnt I Coop?" "Yeah dad. Feels so good. Does it always make you super horny?" "Yes it does son. You need it dont you?" We both turned our attention to Dominic who at that moment was getting his high from the slam he just gave himself. I hadnt noticed that Luke and Grant were standing over me too with their eyes looking like dads. Soon Dominic made his way over too all with hard cocks and a look in their eye that said they could help me with what I need. "What do you say son?" I turned back to look up at dad. Grant reached down and cupped one hand around my balls and used his finger to reach further down and play with my hole. When he touched it I felt that electricity again and moaned. "Yeah boy. Whose cock do you want first?" Even as Grant touched me and asked me that question, I didnt turn from dad. "Dad will you fuck me again?" "You gonna let these other hot studs fuck you too son? I think theyve been patiently waiting for your tight hole." "Yeah dad. I want all of them." "Fuck son." He looked to the other guys. "That slam got that hole hungry huh?" I nodded. "Let's let these guys make you feel good first ok?" Yeah I was a little disappointed that I wasnt going to get my dads cock inside me again right then but what I needed was to be filled more than anything else and the three other hot hard cocks would do the trick I was sure. But first, dad moved down to my hole and looking at the three men standing around me said, "Let me make sure my sons hole is ready for you boys." I looked down towards him as he grabbed my cock and kneeled down to the ground. He stroked me slow and I could feel the effects of the slam in the throbbing of my cock as dad gripped it tighter. But my moan turned into something uncontrollable as I felt dads tongue softly tease my hole. The sensations that I had never felt before the first time dad rimmed me earlier in the night were nothing compared to what I was feeling this time. The slam made my hole my bodys pleasure center and everytime dads tongue made contact with it I felt like I was going to fly out of the sling. Nothing had ever felt like this and dad could tell probing his sons hole with his tongue as he gripped my cock even more tightly. My body was writhing and I could hear how my uncontrollable motions were creating the sounds of the chains that held the sling up that were mixed with the responses of the men who were watching. Whenever I was able to focus as dad tongue fucked me I saw how the look in the eyes of the other men were looking even darker, almost sinister. The look that said they wanted me and they would do whatever they needed to get me. Any other time I'd be scared but with the slam still coursing through my body it only made me want them more. The only thing I could think to want more than these men fucking me was dad fucking me. But I knew that was coming too so I was going to get my holes hunger fed either way. Dad ate my hole out driving me into a frenzied combination of horny high and needy that made me more and more desperate to be filled. I can only imagine what I must have looked like squirming as I was in that sling. Regardless, the cocks on the men only looked harder and thicker than I had remembered before we all got our slams. As much as I loved the feeling of dads mouth on my hole and his hand around my cock, I could almost feel myself getting impatient from the way the slam fixated my mind on finding satisfaction in just one way: a hard cock deep inside me. Finslly, dad stood back up saying to the other guys, "All right boys. My sons hole is ready. Whos going first?" I looked to the three men standing on either side of me not sure who I would choose if I was given the choice. The only solace I had was in knowing all three of them would get a turn. "Maybe our host should do the honors" dad said. "After all, none of us would be flying without your help tonight stud." Grant looked at dad and then at me, both of us nodding at him. That was all he needed as he stepped into the spot dad just took a step from. He hadnt let go of his hard and leaking cock, stroking it slowly now as we looked deeply into each others eyes. I took my cock into my hand now that dad was just going to watch. The touch of his wet and thick cock head against my hole made me shiver like his cock was triggering an aftershock at my hole from the slam. Pure pleasure that I realized I could only experience through the feeling of a cock pushing into me. He started pushing gently and slowly and then the look on his face changed to one that was a mix of surprise and want. "Fuck I can feel you sucking me in. So fucking hungry for my cock. So tight around me." Grant didnt speed up in response to my holes impatience. He was letting me feel every inch slowly like it was my job to memorize it taking his time. His cock felt thicker than dads and I could feel how it was widening me by stretching me out as he pushed in. "So fuckin hot watching your cock disappear into my son like that." Grant turned to dad and smiled."Yeah? You like watching me fuck your son? You like seeing this raw cock just get so deep into this boy you made?" It was the word raw that I heard most clearly. I had been terrified of what it meant not to practice safe sex. There were condoms in our room I'm sure there were condoms in this one. But the fear was not what that word provoked when Grant said it to dad. Now being as high and horny as I was that word only made things hotter. The thought that this mans cock was in me without a condom just bare skin opening me up again was for some reason so hot to me as I felt him pushing deeper. I stroked my cock harder and felt my hole squeeze itself around Grants cock. His eyes widened and a moan escaped him as he seemed to look deeper into me. It was a look that said he couldnt wait anymore and it was accompanied by a sharp thrust that knocked the breath out of me for a second. But it also generated more waves of pleasure that became another early reminder that I was going to be a bottom forever. "Thats all of me boy." Grant said to me before turning to dad. "Im balls deep in your sons hole with my raw cock. So tight so good." He held his thickness inside me and I felt him flex up pressing against the walls of my hole forcing a moan out of me. This was another one of the moments in the life of a young 19 year old new to sex when I told myself I would never feel this good ever again.

Wanker’s Story: I still couldn’t think of why Sarge singled me out. We’d just gotten back from the field, tired and muddy. It was dark out, but it gets dark early in November at this latitude. At least that’s what was explained to me when I asked Bootlicker a couple weeks ago. There was something about the tilt of the earth, position around the sun, blah blah blah, something, something hemisphere seasons and rotating. Bootlicker had all the answers. I couldn’t remember jack shit. But as Sarge said, grunts don’t think, they get shit done. Bootlicker could have just said “because it gets dark “ and that would have been enough. But fucking no, he had to pull out his brain and write a fucking book. Like anyone needed a brain in the Army. Follow me, that’s all we needed to hear. Standing at attention waiting for who knows what left my mind time to wander. Sarge didn’t say a thing. He stood six feet away, behind me. No one else was there, but it was obvious we were waiting for someone else. “Don’t even breathe, Private Sendahl. Don’t you fucking move. Tell the truth, and maybe I can find a way to keep you in your unit. You DO NOT want to go where they send troublemakers.” Sarge growled in a whisper behind me. At that moment, the lieutenant walked in from the door across from us. I executed my very best salute, hoping it passed muster with Sarge. “At ease, Sergeant.” Having not been released, I remained at attention. The lieutenant sighed. “Well I didn’t need this headache after the stunt you pulled with the Bravos, Sarge. No gear, no equipment? And you knew it was going to rain. Anyway, it’s been dealt with. This childish bullshit though? This went beyond a simple prank. I get it, we compete with Alpha, Charlie and Delta. I look the other way, as do the other lieutenants. For most of it. We got lucky that Sergeant Horvath came to me. Rather than take it up the chain.” The lieutenant’s dark eyes stared at Sarge, then examined me. “He’s the one?” He asked. “Yes sir.” Sarge replied. The lieutenant paused. I could feel him sizing me up. 5’10”, 165 pounds, mostly muscle but I loved chips and donuts. Definitely in shape, I had nothing to be ashamed about. I could even see a couple abs if I flexed them. Brown hair in a regulation buzz cut, nothing extreme like the high and tight some guys wore, just short enough to not have to do anything with it. Demon liked his hair crazy, I just wanted to forget mine was there. I had other things to worry about, like the pranks I loved to commit. I slowly put it all together as lieutenant let the silence smother us all. Oooooohh, the drama. It was lost on me. I was trying to crank up my moronic brain to figure out what I was in trouble for. In my defense, it could have been, like, six things. I was really busy. But hearing Sergeant Horvath’s name, and a prank gone too far, it pointed to just one. Sergeant Charlie told the lieutenant what I did to Charlie’s shampoo in their showers. Still, I think they were overreacting. We called all the sergeants by their platoon designation. Charlie had four, we had four, the Alphas had three and the Deltas had four. Sergeant Horvath was one of the four Sergeant Charlies. “Well, Private. Explain yourself.” The lieutenant ordered. “Sir. I replaced the shampoo with contact adhesive, sir.” Did I see a grin starting? Nope. It disappeared. Back to Officer Angry-with-my-bullshit. Lieutenant Disappointed-with-my-childish-actions. “Do you consider your actions well thought out?” He asked. That stumped me. Was it a trap? I mean, of course I thought it out, I didn’t guess what to put in there, how to sneak into their showers, how mad they were going to be. I thought about it a lot. In fact, it gave me something to laugh about while I shivered in the cold rainy mud all last week. I thought about it probably a hundred times. That pretty much defined ‘well thought out’ in my head. “Uh, yes sir? I planned it all out, executed my mission, and I guess since I’m here , the results were successful. I guess my answer is yes.” “NO! THE ANSWER IS NO!” The lieutenant yelled. I flinched. “He turned to Sarge, who I couldn’t see. “Is he truly that brilliant AND stupid? “Sir, I believe he’s just stupid.” Sarge the rat bastard replied. I was honest. He told me to be honest. So, honest equals stupid. Lesson learned, oh great Army command! You’d think by now I would have learned you should NEVER give your honest assessment to a superior, unless you were in battle. “Don’t you love digging that latrine, Private?” An honest answer gets you a week of latrine duty. So you yell “I LOVE digging latrines for the Army, Sarge!” The lieutenant shifted back to me. “I’m going to let the Sergeant explain every boneheaded mistake you made. Not that it’s likely to make it into that dense bowling ball you carry around on your shoulders. And he gets to decide what to do with you. Dismissed.” I followed Sarge in silence. My Sarge, Sergeant Walters, wasn’t that much taller than me, but he was built like a brick shithouse. He probably weighed 185 or 190. He looked like he could break me into pieces. Wide, bulky shoulders tapered down to a 30 inch waist, then ballooned out to a meaty solid ass before thickening into beast like thighs and calves. His BDUs bloused perfectly at the top of his size 11 boots. Of course Sarge did everything we did in PT, but he also hit the gym twice a day. I’d seen him there on the few occasions I went myself . I couldn’t imagine how much he had to eat to maintain that level of physicality, but it had to be at least twice as much as me, but without the donuts and other garbage. He marched in that precise, measured stride that all soldiers eventually adopted, each step the same length, the same timing, only it wasn’t a stiff parade march, just a casual stroll. He probably had a favorite marching cadence that played constantly in his head. The man seemed to eat, breathe and sleep Army. I wondered which one. Whatever disciplinary consequences he was going to dole out, it wasn’t going to be in the Sergeant’s block in the barracks. So… unofficial punishment? See, I wasn’t as stupid as he thought. I congratulated myself with a self satisfied look on my face. As if he could see my face from 6 paces ahead of me, he growled “wipe that FUCKING grin off that ugly mug, Private!” He led me to another building on the post, one I hadn’t been permitted to enter before now. We got to a small room just large enough for a desk and filing cabinet. He closed the door behind him. I stood there off to the side and he came around to lean his ass against the military issue desk, your basic gun metal gray rectangular block of metal. “You’re not going to like this Private. But we have to do it. It’s going to keep you with your unit. Do you want to stay with your unit?” I gulped. I guess it just hit me that I was in bigger trouble than I figured. “Yes Sergeant, I want to stay.” “Then you’re going to have to take this like a man. You pissed off both the right guy, and the wrong one. See, Horvath was willing to keep this from going up the chain, which means you have an out. But you have to choose to take it. In your career with the Army, you’ll have many choices like this… well, not exactly like this, but we don’t always want to send things up the chain. It causes a mess. It brings investigations. It means paperwork and hearings and meetings with officers. It means black marks on your record. “. Sarge sighed. His voice became less intense, almost caring. “We could have looked the other way for all of this. I have to admit, contact adhesive… those Charlies had to shave their heads. I admire how diabolical that was.” He chuckled, crossing his arms, which made his pecs bulge into massive hills. His smile dropped. “Mistake one: you didn’t recon to detect surveillance. There are cameras inside and outside every barracks. Mistake two: you didn’t camouflage your appearance, and made yourself easily identifiable. Mistake three: you used military resources without authorization - the contact adhesive you took from maintenance, again without avoiding surveillance or employing camouflage. Those three things, we could have overlooked or at least turned into a minor infraction. But mistake four: the damage to the shampoo dispensers resulting in destruction of Army property… that’s taken very seriously. Do you understand, Private?” “I do, Sergeant.” I said in a weak voice. “What’s going to happen?” I was starting to get scared. It was just a prank, but Sarge was right. In my rush to prank the Charlies, I forgot my training. I KNEW all that shit. Although my unit wasn’t recon, we were still taught not to move without proper intelligence, revise the plan and mission accordingly, and most of all cause ONLY the damage necessary to accomplish the mission. We weren’t artillery, just letting the shells fly, blowing shit up. “Pain. Humiliation. And hopefully a lesson learned.” Sarge explained. He sighed again. “Drop your drawers Private, and lean over the desk, chest flat, legs spread.” I froze for a second, then went on automatic. I took off my trousers and boxers, feeling scrawny next to Sarge’s fit muscles. “I have to ask, Sendahl. Have you ever had anything up your ass?” “No Sarge, I’m not gay.” I said, slightly offended. “I’m not asking if you’re gay. You know I’m not allowed to ask that. Plenty of straight guys like getting their asses played with, sticking things up there, a girlfriend’s finger during a blowjob, their own finger when jacking off, vibrators, lots of stuff. No shame in that. No shame in being gay, either. I know a few gay soldiers. Good men, tough, dedicated. Know some lesbian soldiers too, and I can tell you now the Army, Marines and Navy have seen both gay and lesbian soldiers serve with honor, valor, bravery and distinction throughout our history. But I’m not asking if you’re gay. I’m saying what’s coming next would be easier if you were. Now, you have to choose. Horvath is going to come in here and fuck you in the ass. That’s the punishment he chose to make you serve. It will hurt like hell, but I can do something to make it not as painful. I can’t do anything about Horvath’s huge dick, but I can break you in before he gets here. He won’t be gentle, but I will. And hopefully you’ll be able to walk out of here on your own legs. But it’s up to you. Either you take your punishment from Horvath, or we send this up the chain. What will it be?” I’d heard nightmares about guys getting raped, how their assholes got torn up, their insides ruptured. I doubted Sarge and Horvath would do that to me deliberately, a soldier with an obviously raped ass would start an investigation that would make shampoo dispensers a joke. But it didn’t mean it couldn’t happen by accident. I had a choice, but it didn’t feel like a choice at all. Still, my training told me the more you accepted something disagreeable, the easier it was to complete the task. Running five miles was easier if you didn’t focus on the pain, but reminded yourself what you were getting out of it, becoming stronger. I looked Sarge in the eye. “I’m sorry I fucked up, Sarge. Thanks for finding a way out of this for me. I’ll take my punishment.” Sarge looked a little sad at first, which I appreciated. I felt better for the sympathy. Then he said “what’s pain, solder?” “Pain is what we eat for breakfast Sarge!” I barked back automatically. “Alright. I will let you in on a secret. This probably won’t be your only time taking it up the ass in the Army. So relax, it doesn’t mean anything, or change who you are. It doesn’t mean you’re gay, or going to turn gay. I’m not gay, but I’ve taken it up the ass more than a few times for my brothers. “ “Really? You?” In my surprise I forgot his address. He just raised one eyebrow, shrugged, then grunted. “On your knees, Sendahl.” He said, unbuckling his belt. “ I’m not going to be able to do this without some help. And you absolutely don’t want Horvath to be the first one in there.” I knelt in front of Sarge, watching him unzip and peel down his combat uniform pants and underwear. The tails of his shirt hung over his crotch, and he pulled it up, exposing his soft dick and hanging balls. His junk was shaved completely smooth, which wasn’t too much of a surprise. More and more guys were trimming or shaving completely. His set looked hefty, thick, and manly, even soft he hung about four or five inches. He began unbuttoning his shirt, then removed it and laid it out on the desk behind him. “Better get started. Take my dick in your mouth, get me hard.” He commanded. I scooted closer. I could smell the week of sweat and musk coming off his crotch. His meaty thighs pressed together and pushed his cock forward, his large nutsack supporting it. I could see his balls moving inside his sack. The smell wasn’t a turnoff, just reminded me of how all the guys smelled after a workout or hard duty, even myself. I closed my eyes and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. The first cock I had ever sucked. I’m not going to lie, I always admired Sarge, kind of worshipped him, his dedication, how he could be an asshole but always with the goal of making us better soldiers. He was tough, but fair. He looked out for our unit, saw to it that we were pushed past our limits but never too far. Something about thinking of him that way clicked my brain over from having to do something distasteful to trying to do my best. If that meant sucking his dick, I wanted to do it right. I pulled it all the way into my mouth and sucked. “There you go, that’s right. Press your nose up against my crotch.” He told me. “Don’t suck hard, that’s not the trick. Just a little suction. That’s it, you’re doing great, Sendahl. Now swirl your tongue around.” I could feel his shaft getting fuller, harder, more solid in my mouth. I thought I tasted a tangy flavor, just a little. I wondered what that was. “Good, now slowly back it out, but not all the way. Then go back down. Slow. Gentle. Use your tongue. That’s it. Reach up and play with my balls.” I was grateful for his instructions. I had no idea how to suck dick. I promised myself to remember what he was saying so I could use it with the girls I hooked up with. I almost laughed at the thought that giving a blowjob was going to get me better blowjobs for myself later. “Don’t swallow all your saliva, your spit makes it feel better. A sloppy blowjob is the best kind. Keep moving.” I placed my other hand on his upper thigh, unconsciously rubbing up to his stomach to feel his hard abs, then coming back down to his pubic area to feel the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I suddenly wanted my eyes open. This wasn’t as bad as I thought. His scent was making me a little dizzy, the humid heat of his powerful thighs hitting me in the face. His cock continued to grow every time I tried to get down to the base, which was just not possible anymore as he was too big and was starting to hit my throat, making me gag and choke. ‘Take it out and give it a couple strokes with your hand. There ya go.” I finally saw what I was dealing with. My first up close hard dick. A small string of spit bridged out from the thick head of his cock to my lips. He was about 7 to 8 inches long, so far, almost fully hard. I watched it as I stroked him, my other hand still fondling his big nuts. They reminded me of Sleeper’s nuts, hanging a good five inches down, loose and full. I wished my balls were like his. There was just something masculine about big nuts. “Keep stroking, and lick my nuts. Take them in your mouth, but just one at a time. You won’t be able to get both in at the same time.” I did as he ordered, letting my tongue run over his sack. The musky smell was stronger, the taste of old sweat kind of pleasant. I cleaned his entire scrotum with my tongue first, suddenly wanting to lap up that manly flavor I now associated with strength, power, authority, protection… and brotherhood. It was amazing. I had always thought dick was gross. That balls were funny, but nasty. But Sarge’s balls were symbols of male potency. Trophies of masculine power. Orbs of confidence and strength. That was the moment I knew it wasn’t going to be the only dick I ever sucked. That I wanted to smell that smell again, taste that male specific flavor. Feel that heat only a man’s crotch put out. Because of his nuts. I sucked his right nut inside my lips, past my teeth and found I wanted to swallow it whole. But they weren’t the size of walnuts, or small plums like most guys. Like Sleeper’s nuts, Sarge’s testicles were each the size of a healthy lime. I wanted them in my throat, I wanted to choke on them, each one. He was right, I’d never get them both in my mouth at the same time. But I wasn’t a quitter. And I wanted that, NEEDED that, needed to feel their firm softness filling my entire mouth. Positioned like I was, I looked up at Sarge past my hand still stroking his now hard, spit soaked dick, who was looking down at me with a pleased grin. “You like my nuts, Sendahl?” He asked with genuine curiosity. I let his right nut go from my suction, tightening my lips around it and tugging on it with my mouth as it passed through. “Fuck. They’re fantastic. And the way they smell and taste. I never thought a guy’s nuts would be like this.” And then I opened as wide as I could and stuffed both of them into my mouth, knowing I had to do it, I had to get all of them inside me. God, they were warm. I couldn’t even close my mouth, just had to jam my tongue in and around them without letting my teeth close. I heard Sarge groan. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk, soldier. Close your mouth a little, put some pressure on those beauties.” I did as ordered. I had to try to swallow, my mouth was filling with so much saliva I was going to drown myself on his incredible balls. I tried to bring my lips together around his upper sack, still keeping my teeth open. It wasn’t easy. I almost could, but didn’t want to hurt his most sensitive tools of manhood. “More.” He gasped. I could tell he was loving what it was doing. I decided to try to swallow. I let my throat open to drain the copious saliva, and one of his nuts went down. I almost choked, but I reflexively clamped my mouth down on his second nut, pressing my lips to the loose velvety skin of his upper nutsack. I gulped, kept gulping to get his nut to pass through my throat. I fucking lost my mind. My gripping throat was yanking his nuts, like a seal yakking down fish. “Fuck YES! Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck!” Sarge panted. He stopped my hand stroking his dick. “Easy. Easy on my dick. Don’t make me shoot. How the fuck are you doing that?” He removed my hand, then opened his thighs to straddle my head, letting his hard dick rest on my forehead. “Stay there as long as you can breathe, kid. Fuck, no one has ever done that. “ My chin was now nestled up against his taint. I was still gulping, pulling his nut in my throat that wouldn’t descend further. I was amazed I wasn’t choking or gagging. It was just this firm globe stretching my throat just past my tonsils, but in spite of its size it felt good back there. My tongue and palate caressed and sucked the heady, musky flavor of his other nut, which felt like it fit perfectly in my mouth now. As I gulped, my chin rubbed across Sarge’s taint, and I could feel him pressing down into me, grinding the tender area into my chin. I kept it up for ten more seconds, but I had to breathe. Expelling those gorgeous orbs took a little care, so my teeth didn’t scrape them or tear skin. As they came free, his cock spasmed on my forehead, then trailed down between my eyes and across my cheek, leaving a thick trail of precum on its way. “Shit, that was amazing.” Sarge said, running his big paw across my buzz cut. “Get up on the desk, lay back on your back.” He pointed me to where he’d laid out his uniform and undershirt. I was glad I didn’t have to lay on the cold bare metal of the desk. “Lift your legs. We have to get you loosened up. Horvath will be here at 21:30. That gives me 15 minutes to get you ready to take the pounding he’s going to give you.” I did as he instructed, finding that laying on the warmth of his uniform calmed my nerves. I smelled him coming off the fabric. His scent familiar to me now, a smell I would never forget. In later years, I’d occasionally get a whiff of that scent from some other man around me, and my mind would instantly flash back to this moment. I’d look to see if he was near, my heart speeding up involuntarily, but knew that was impossible. He’d changed something in me. Whatever nightmare was about to happen, it was okay because my Sarge was there. I held my knees up to my chest, exposing my virgin hole. I decided that if I was going to get my cherry popped, Sarge was the only man I wanted to do it. I trusted him completely. He was doing this to protect me, save me from further pain and humiliation. I didn’t even care if he got something out of it. In fact I hoped he enjoyed it. Sick, I know. But you have to be in that situation, with a man like Sarge, to understand. I looked at him moving around to come up to my open asscheeks. I didn’t feel ashamed having another dude looking at my asshole. Whatever he needed to do, I fully accepted it. I was even a little curious how he would feel. I knew the heat of him, that warmth radiating off his huge body. It was too cold for us to be sweating, so his skin wasn’t shining, just completely smooth from his neck to his knees. I don’t know if he shaved his body too, but it made sense that he would. A muscle bulged on every part of him, big, solid pecs, rounded heavy shoulders, biceps that bunched up with every arm movement. You could tell his hair was blonde, its short clip reflecting the overhead lights. I breathed deeply and laid my head back on his uniform. I felt some warm drops of liquid going down my ass and running across my hole. I twitched. “Just a little lubricant, kid. Relax. Breathe. I got you. “ I did just that. But needed something more. I was afraid to ask, but more afraid not to. “Sarge. I need your smell. I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a pussy. But it relaxes me.” Knowing almost everything was under my back meant his underwear was the only article left. “Can… can I have…” “It’s okay, kid. This is going to be difficult. Just ask. No shame, remember.” I could have cried at the tenderness in his voice. “Your underwear. I need to smell you.” I felt his fingers leave the area around my hole. “Here you go. You want them on your face? Might be better that way so you can’t see anyway.” He held his boxer briefs up. They were black, Hanes. Good, I thought. The more they hugged his beautiful nuts the better. I wanted them in my mouth again, but his shorts would work just fine for smell, especially if he’d worn them for a long time. I nodded. “You sure? I’ve worn them all week, didn’t have a chance to change into new ones before this.” Again, concern for me filled his voice. “I’m sure. The stronger the better. You smell good.” Sarge chuckled. “It’s your funeral, kid. I hope they don’t make you pass out.” He bunched the up and pressed them to my face, holding them down onto my mouth and nose. “Breathe deep, I’m getting a finger in.” I sucked in the overwhelming odor of unwashed balls, his natural and specific mix of testosterone, sweat, hormones, and what I recognized as the slight tinge of dried piss and cum. His cum. From his balls. His incredible nuts. I wanted to suck the juices out of those Hanes boxer briefs. I wished I could. I felt my dick stir, just a little. “You okay, kid? Still with me? You’re doing great.” I hadn’t even realized he’d inserted two fingers in my tight nineteen year old ass. I initially went to clamp down, but instantly realized from the sharp pain that doing that was a mistake. I nodded and grunted an affirmative. “Good job soldier. We’ll get you there.” His large fingers moved around, gently massaging me from the inside while pressing and rubbing the outside of my sphincter with his other fingers. It didn’t feel all that terrible. My dick filled out another inch. “Another breath. Let my shorts take your mind off of what I’m doing.” He didn’t judge, didn’t say it cruelly. He actually sounded like he understood why I liked it. I breathed, and decided to get the fabric in my mouth. I pulled it in with my lips and teeth and ran my tongue over the material, and tasted a saltiness that made my mouth water. The flavor was intoxicating, knowing it was made by Sarge’s own body. I lost myself in savoring it, knowing I was moaning softly. “Well done, kid. I’m in. The hard part is over.” I reached up to move his underwear away from my eyes, refusing to take them away from my nose and mouth. Sarge was now pressed up against my ass, I couldn’t see his dick at all. God, he was burning hot against my ass. How could he put out so much heat? It felt good. His huge body stood above me, a gentle smile playing across his face. “I guess you like my shorts too? Glad they could help. It was like you didn’t even know what I was doing, you were so relaxed I slid right in, right to the balls.” “You’re in me? All the way in me?” I asked, muffled by his underwear on my mouth. “Oh yeah, and you feel pretty good in there. Now, I’m going to start slow, and it will be uncomfortable, but just keep doing what you’re doing. Then I’ll speed up. “ “Okay , Sarge. Do it. Fuck me. Open me up.” I knew the point was so that Sergeant Charlie didn’t injure me, and that maybe I wouldn’t be in any pain. I was glad I missed the exact moment Sarge popped my cherry. I didn’t want to know that. But I would remember his fuck. The only fuck I’ve ever had that made me think about being gay. His hard shaft pulled out slightly, then moved back in, so slow, so gentle, just easing in and out. I sucked more on his boxer briefs, moving them around so I could find the exact spot where the head of his dick sat pressed against his balls. I wanted the piece that was the most fully saturated with his musk. I inhaled it, drank it up while my head spun. I found it erotic and satisfying while driving a hunger I couldn’t describe. More, I wanted more. “There you go, kid. You feel amazing. So relaxed . You are taking all of me, so easily. Your ass feels amazing grabbing onto my dick. That’s it, it’s okay to enjoy it. No shame. Take your Sarge’s cock.” I let out a long, deep moan. It did feel good, stroking so deep inside of me, his thickness stretching my hole with every plunge. I relaxed my legs, letting my knees drop to either side of my chest. I wanted him deeper, wanted my ass open as much as I could manage to get him in. Just that small adjustment created a new feeling, I could sense every inch of his full manhood sliding in and out of me. It sent me to another place. I could feel those low hanging limes hitting my ass as he shoved into me, every stroke going all 8 inches from his head to the base, which felt even thicker than the rest of his shaft. All the way out. All the way back in, bottoming out every time with a little more force. Sarge watched me moan, saw my eyes travel across his sturdy muscles. “Touch me if you want. Do you want to feel my body while I fuck your tight grunt hole? “ I realized I did. I wanted to feel how he flexed with every thrust. I wanted to feel the animal hunt, attack, and feed. I reached up and grabbed ahold of his left pec, feeling its solidity, its sheer size that dwarfed my average hand. I grabbed and massaged, noticing how it tightened up on his downstroke, then relaxed on his withdrawal. His rhythm didn’t vary, still slow and even as he plunged his hard cock into my hole again and again. I suddenly wanted to feel his ass while he thrusted, knowing that was where his power originated for every stroke inside me. I moved both hands down his stomach, tracing every single abdominal muscle as they tightened and released. No fat, just skin over muscle. I suddenly thought of Zeus, our God, and wondered if he looked like this. He probably looked better, if that were possible. I reached Sarge’s hips, caressing them, feeling the bones of his pelvis, only a little harder and more solid than his muscles. My hands traveled around to his big, firm ass, so solid just like the rest of him. His glutes squeezed and relaxed, matching his pistoling cock. I unconsciously flexed my ass as he did, and Sarge gasped. “Yeah, I could feel that.” He said. “If you want to drive your buddy crazy, just do that on his dick. It feels amazing. Try it again.” I did. I tried to gauge when it affected Sarge the most. I waited until his head pulled almost all the way out, then flexed on it so his dick had to force its way back in. It didn’t even hurt, but the grunt from Sarge told me that was a good feeling. I did that a few times, using my hands on his ass to pull him into me harder every time. By now I had lost any inhibitions, I grunted and moaned whenever his thick cock hit me just right. “There it is. It feels good if you allow yourself to enjoy it.” Sarge said. “Best you don’t tighten down with Horvath, not this time. Just open up as much as you can, let him do his thing. God knows that’s what I do when he wants it. You’ll feel like a train is running up your shit tunnel, but he won’t take long. Horvath likes a quick violent bang. He’ll take you from behind, he thinks looking at who he fucks is too intimate. Which brings me to how I like to end things.” Sarge bent over, removing his now soaked underwear from my mouth. He smiled. “Looks like I’ll have to refill these for you. I think you sucked them clean. “ I gazed up into his ice blue eyes. I never noticed before how kind and soulful they were. His blonde eyebrows could hardly be seen, so light and thin as they were. His tanned face was clean shaven, his nose straight and not too large. It felt so strange studying the face of a guy who was shoving his dick in and out of my ass. My ass that I never thought would take a cock. My ass that I never thought would ENJOY taking a cock. I figured at that moment, it all depended on who was doing the fucking. I suddenly felt very lucky, very happy to expose my vulnerability. To this man, who was so kind, gentle, understanding and accepting. He must have seen the look on my face, the thankfulness in my eyes. “Aww, kid. I knew you had it in you. That feeling you’re having? That’s your love for your fellow brother. That’s why we do what we do out there. That’s why we sacrifice ourselves, why we’d step in front of any grenade, take any bullet for them. That’s what all of this means. That there’s nothing we wouldn’t do if they asked, if they were in need. I love you, brother.” “I love you brother.” I repeated. And then Sarge kissed me. A deep, searching kiss full of passion and need, love and understanding. Our tongues fought as he increased the pace of his strokes. But he always gave an extra hard shove when he bottomed out. I was kissing him furiously by now, wanting every part of him inside me. I was moaning like a whore. My entire body was on fire, willing him to fuck into me harder, deeper, more violently. And he didn’t disappoint. I could feel his passion increase, his thrusts become desperate. His cock felt like it was growing inside my ass, which pushed me into a frenzy. “Fuck me Sarge. Fuck me deep. I want you to fuck me like you own me. Please! “ I begged. I was still grabbing onto his rock hard ass, violently pulling him. I wrapped my legs around his waist to get even more leverage. “Yeah brother, I got you. I’m going to give you a fucking you’re never going to forget. I’m going to destroy your hole with my big dick. You want that? You want me to shoot my load inside you? You want my seed deep?” He said the words into my open mouth, punctuating them with his wide soft tongue. He bit my lip, nibbled on my tongue, slobbered all over my mouth, his saliva driving me insane as I tasted that part of him. “Fuck yes, Sarge! Use my ass like a pussy, fuck your cum inside me. Fuck it as deep as you can get it. I want it all.” I didn’t care what was coming out of my mouth. Sarge growled deep, “Yeah, your tight virgin grunt hole is gonna get filled up, buddy. I’m gonna take your cherry like a man. My little swimmers are going to flood your cunt. Your tight grunt hole is milking my fucking cock. Do that thing. Grab onto that dick you love and stroke it with your sweet little hole.” I didn’t hesitate. I started flexing my ass, and oh my God it felt so good. My arms were around his neck, my ankles and heels pressing on his ass with every thrust. He was plowing me like an animal, a huge sweating, mindless beast. His sweat, the scent it created on his skin pushed me over the edge. “Oh fuck, oh shit oh fuckfuckfuck” my dick started shooting cum up between us, his abs crushing my cock and balls. My nuts were practically inside my abdomen they were drawn up so tight. I spasmed every time his pole bottomed out, I lost count how many times I squirted. Halfway through my own incredible orgasm, Sarge grunted loud and deep. “Here it comes, kid. Take my load.” Then he speared his engorged cock deeper than he’d been before, let out a primal groan, threw his head back and his dick began throbbing and pulsing as he shot his heavy thick cum deep inside my guts. He pulled back once, and did the whole thing again, shoving his dick as deep as he could go. Once more , he repeated the shove, the groan, the throbbing. By the third one I was done cumming myself, so I could feel the spurts of his dick. He was pouring his seed inside me. That seed he made in his beautiful nuts, just this fuck, just for me. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me, finding my mouth with his. The kiss he gave me was tender, generous, soft and gentle. “Mmmmmm, nothing like that feeling. Brother to brother. Giving each other a piece of ourselves. Taking away the pain.” Sarge mumbled. “Fuck! I love it every time!” He looked at me and smiled. “You’re a hot fuck, grunt. How was that? You okay?” I stared up at Sarge. I couldn’t believe it could feel that good. “That was amazing! I came without touching myself. I didn’t know you could cum with a huge dick fucking your ass, by HAVING a huge dick fucking you. Holy fuck Sarge!” Sarge chuckled. “The smaller ones are fun too, if they’re used right. But don’t worry, you’re not going to get all dick hungry. At least I don’t think so. You don’t seem the type.” “I don’t know, Sarge. I don’t WANT to get fucked again, but I kinda want to get fucked again.” I watched Sarge stand up, his cock still buried inside me, not softening at all. He looked down at my stomach and chest, then at his stomach, both smeared with my unintentional load. He swiped a big puddle with his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking my sperm off, licking them clean. “Not bad, kid.” He took another swipe, gathering more, and sucked it off his fingers too. “You surprised? Don’t be. Your brother’s seed is precious. Some guys don’t care for it, but I feel you honor your brother by taking his seed. Besides, yours tastes pretty good.” With that he leaned forward and licked my stomach clean. Slurping along, he came to my now soft dick, moving it into his mouth to clean it off. “Thanks kid.” He said after he finished. “I’m glad you enjoyed this. I wanted your first time to be good, to show you what it COULD be. You probably won’t enjoy Horvath quite as much, but who knows? It won’t feel bad or hurt if you allow yourself to enjoy it. That’s really the key.” As if Sergeant Charlie had a hidden signal, he walked in the door. He was so fast, I didn’t have a chance to jump or cover myself. Besides, Sarge didn’t move, letting his hands stroke my torso lazily. I was so relaxed I found I didn’t care. I just knew I didn’t want Sarge to take his hard dick out of my ass. But you don’t get what you want in the Army. “He broken in Walters?” Sergeant Charlie asked. I expected him to be angry, or at least gruff and sour. But instead he seemed like he was in a good mood. What the fuck? I couldn’t figure these Segeants out. “Yep Horvath. I gave him the good. Now you gotta give him the bad.” Sarge said. “You know I hate being the bad guy, Walters.” Sergeant Charlie complained. “Just once I’d like to be the good guy.” Sarge chuckled. “You know you can’t be the one to take a virgin grunt hole, Paul. You’re way too big. It never works. You need an assist? The kid’s got a great mouth, but he’s too green to manage your horse dick.” Horvath nodded and unbuckled his belt. “Yeah. Just get me hard.”

Love sounding. got a little crazy with a married buddy. He jizzed on my cock and used the sound to push his cum into my urethra. It made me bust pretty quick.

To be a cumdump for any and all cocks.

loving this story =)