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This past Wednesday night I went to my favorite gay club and also to the sex club. It was early evening so I had a few drinks at the gay club before heading to the sex club. While at the gay club I posted a quick connect ad on BBRTS saying I would be offering my ass up 8:30-11:30pm for all cocks and loads and then back at the gay club darkroom after 11:30. I mentioned I would be wearing a pink crop top, pink jock and collar. Earlier I had put a butt plug in my ass to loosen it up even though my hole is pretty loose already. I pre-lubed my hole in the car and entered the sex club. My ass is pretty popular there since I’m a regular. Didn’t take long for guys to start fucking me. Ended up collecting 8 loads there and headed back to the gay club darkroom. The club was a lot busier now so I headed to the darkroom seeking more cocks and loads in my slut ass. I bent over the bench and spread my cum filled hole open. Immediately some guy shoved his cock in me, pounded away and pumped his load in. Then the train started on my ass., one guy after another fucking and breeding my cumdump hole. A couple guys fucked me 2-3 times shooting more cum in my sloppy hole. I ended up with 20 loads between the sex club and the gay club darkroom! I so love being a cumdump and just a piece of ass 🍑!

My Neighbors Series Part 1 - In My Neighbor's Back Yard July 2021, revised May 2022 By Hozzel A/N: This story is an original work of fiction. It has been altered, revised and improved from a previous post so the story can live in this section where it belongs. A loud thumping noise from the neighbor's back yard first attracted my attention. It sounded as if someone punched metal over and over, accompanied by repeated grunts and yelps and even slaps. Was there a fight? "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck up to the corrugated iron fence and peered into my neighbor's half acre size back yard. Behind the large steel shed, an old white car rocked. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. Startled, I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. Did I see what I thought I saw? I quickly peeked over the fence again. Wearing only a t-shirt, Roger lay face down over the white bonnet of the old car. He banged his fists and yelled "Uh" or "Fuck!" or "Good!" every time equally half-naked Flynn's hips slapped his ass. The car rocked and creaked in time to Flynn's strong thrusts. "Harder, harder!" Mesmerized, I just stood there watching the two twenty-year-old university students do this wonderful thing out in the open beneath the warm early autumn sun. Roger pounded against Flynn while Flynn smacked the car and eagerly pushed back. I could feel my emotions churn and desire rise as I admired Flynn's muscled back as he rammed into skinnier Roger. A yummy workout body, for sure. Mine wasn't bad, either, but I was thirty years older. "Hey, boys! Not without me!" Their landlord, Peter, trotted around the corner of the large back yard shed. Thick-bodied, long bearded, with a dragon tattoo on his right upper arm, Peter wore a white singlet, flipflops, and nothing else. My mouth dropped open at the sight of his massive bobbing prong. He stepped up behind Flynn and levered that cock between Flynn's rear cheeks. Flynn said something like, "Took you long enough," stopped thrusting and seemed to wait. Without hesitation, Peter pushed that great big hard thing straight between the muscled young man's tight rear cheeks. Using little push-pulls, Peter gradually worked deeper and deeper until he was fully lodged. He then roughly grabbed Flynn's hips, pulled back and slammed in hard. Every time Peter thrust, I saw his buttocks clench and quiver. I saw his balls swing. Hard thrusts, powerful thrusts, again and again and again, accompanied by loud grunts from both students. For an old retired bloke, Peter showed amazing stamina and power. In fact, he slammed into Flynn with more force than Flynn had used on Roger. Flynn began to cry out in a continuous loud pleasurable moan as Peter fucked rapidly. The verbal noise escalated into a non-stop holler. They made so much noise I worried anyone else in the neighborhood might hear and investigate. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet with his fist, yelping, "Fuck, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out, and began to frantically slip the foreskin back and forth while I watched. I didn't think I would last long. This wasn't fantasy, this was not video porn or an x-story, this was real and raw and right there not more than twenty meters away on the other side of the fence. I watched Peter fucked on and on for several frantic minutes. He fucked solidly, almost noiselessly, until, suddenly, he roared and jammed himself. He must have gone deep as Flynn yelled. I saw Peter's shaking rear clench and presumed he was unloading into the young man. The older man jabbed and grunted a few more times before pulling out. His damp singlet heaved from deep breaths. Barely wilted, his fat cock stood out and glistened in the sunlight. He turned, looked straight at me, gestured, and yelled, "Come on over and join in!" Caught out! I scrambled back from the fence and tucked my hard dick away. "Don't be shy! Come on over, Ben. It's all good. You know you want to." Peter's bearded face appeared over the fence. He said, "The boys are supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, I can't blame them. Come on over and have some fun." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with our neighbor, Ben? He's right here!" I heard thumping and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his friend again. "Don't be shy, Ben. Come on over and we'll all have a good time." Peter turned away and headed back to the young men. What the hell? I thought. It was a really tough decision ... not! I ran down the long driveway and around the fence into their property. Peter met me at the gate to his back yard and led me through. I couldn't believe my luck. My neighbors were not angry that I had been watching them. Being invited to join in shameless, bold sex seemed too good to be true. What was the catch? I had met Peter before a few times, and his borders Roger and Flynn once, but had no idea they were into anything fantastic like this. "Good man! Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't root properly with all this gear." I let him quickly remove my shorts and jock and even my t-shirt. "You're hard as a rock," he observed. My whole body jerked when he fondled my erection. As if filled with special electricity, his fingers played and stroked my eager throbbing cock, causing my entire body to cringe with zaplettes of pleasure. It had been a long time since another man had pawed me. The big grin on his bearded face told me he enjoyed making me respond. He said, "Most of us don't go much for foreplay, although we do like to suck sometimes. Maybe the odd sixty-niner, too." Flynn paused but continued to hold his friend's hips. He looked at me with a cheeky grin. "We just like to fuck." He pulled out and stepped to the side as if offering. His cock was hard, wet, and right there as if goading me to lunge and take it into my keen mouth. Roger's round rear beckoned. I hesitated. It had been a long time since I had done this. I desperately wanted to sink my dick into that lovely spot but I also did not want to come across like an inexperienced idiot. "Do you have any lube?" I asked. Peter added, "He's already lubed up. Or would you rather be the bottom?" "Un, I do both," I stammered. "Well, then, that's even better! Go on, mate, take your turn." I took a deep breath, stepped up, and grasped the young man's hips. His smooth rump looked yummy. I gently poked my stiff dick at Roger's firm ass cheeks. Roger chirped. "Well, come on. Shove in! I want to feel your cock!" I could not believe how overt and relaxed these outrageous men were about this intimate act. Really? That easy? I had never before encountered anyone for whom fun sex was so easily achieved without knowing the other well. I shook my head, stepped up again and pressed the swollen head of my hot cock between Roger's fleshy cheeks. When I hesitated, Flynn laughed, "Can't you see he wants to be fucked?" and shoved me in the back so hard I suddenly pushed all the way in. Roger's internal muscles clenched on me as if he were trying to suck me inside. It felt wonderful! I just stood there stupidly, panting over his back, my hands on either side of his body, palms flat on the car, my thighs up against his fleshy buns, my twitching cock stuck in his ass while the sun warmed my naked body. I stared down at Roger's back and took a very deep breath. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." Don't be stupid, I told myself. I placed my palms on Roger's hips and started to shove in and out. "Fuckin' come on," the young man snapped. "Give it to me!" The long-haired blond man's fingers curled as if trying to grab the smooth bonnet. I heard Peter laugh behind me. Right. I grabbed Roger's bony hips and began to pound into him. He began thumping and moaning. The rubbing pressure on my cock caused intense sensations in my body to mount far too quickly. I wanted it to last so I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. I glanced over. Flynn and Peter were both grinning and working themselves. They nodded in encouragement. As I fucked Roger, I could tell Peter was having a very good look at my saucy working bum. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." I felt him step up behind me and take my hips in thick-fingered hands. What the fuck? Was he going to do to me what he had done to Flynn? I pushed deep into Roger, paused and waited. Surely, he wasn't... Peter gripped me hard. I felt his big wet slug pushed between my tense backside cheeks. He was going to shove that thing up my ass! I was actually going to get fucked! It was going to happen! My thoughts raced wild blue. Could I take it? Would it hurt? Would I like it? Old memories flashed. It had been years but I had done this routinely with my ex and, later, my fuckbud. Of course I could do it. And I knew I would simply love it. Flynn said, "He likes threesies." A wonderful fantasy and a personal first: three of us engaged with each other at the same time. Reality felt far hotter than the dream. Peter said, "Right, mate, here it comes." I felt his fat cock part my bum cheeks and pause at the entrance. His thick fingers dug into my hips. He pushed and I felt myself open up automatically, just like I used to do. The tip pushed, pushed, pressed and began to split me open. For fuck's sake he felt huge! I tried to relax as it slowly invaded my prone body. I could feel every centimeter crawl further and further. Legs spread, I stood motionless, panted hard, forced myself to relax and let it happen. I leaned over Roger and felt all the astonishing sensations while that enormous prick slowly crawled up my hole, forcing me open wider, deeper and deeper, bit by bit, forcing me to experience every luscious moment. Further and further and still further. I waited for the pain but that didn't happen. Stretched, yes. Full, yes. Stuffed, yes. My body just seemed to accept him with little qualm and allowed me to feel every single bit slide inside. It felt so good! I had missed this way too much. When his hips pressed against my rear, Peter paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. Ever done this before? How does that feel?" "Wow," I breathed. "Huge. Full. Yes. My partner... My fuckbud... Been awhile. Wow." "Hurt?" "Barely," I admitted. "Just...really stuffed full." "Like it?" "Yeah," I said truthfully. "Love it. Thrive on it if I could." "That's what I like to hear. Here goes, slut. And remember: sluts are good people." Slut? Oh, wow! A promotion already. He pulled almost out, paused for an agonizing three seconds, and then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide as he began to fuck. My own dick was still buried inside Roger, too. As Peter pushed back in, I was forced to push into Roger as well. Soon Peter was fucking me quickly, causing me to do the same to Roger. It felt as if my own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the young man's tight ass. Roger began beating the car again in time to Peter's solid thrusts, and I began to pant at the same rate. As Peter shoveled something inside my rear began to tingle. I knew what it was, and I was surprised it was happening so easily and quickly. Clearly, my body had not forgotten. I had missed these mini-orgasms so much. Rub my prostate and I could go off like a rocket in no time. It felt like mild pleasurable electricity shooting out from my anus, coursing through all my nerves, charing me. Years ago, my fuckbud used to do this regularly. I taught myself how to cum that way, and then cum again after only a short time, and then again and again until I couldn't take the strong sensations any more. In an attempt to hold off, I huffed, "Oof! How often do you guys do this?" "Have sex with each other? All the time," Flynn said beneath me. "Almost every day." "And night," I heard Peter say behind he as he shoved. "And morning," Roger blurted beneath me. "Oh, fuck!" His fist slammed the bonnet. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I gently slid my palms over the young man's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. I certainly liked it. "Fuck, yeah!" Roger said, "Can't get enough. I could do this all day and all night." "Do you ever get to do it to them? Be the top?" "Sometimes, but I like being a cumdump best. There's never enough. Oof!" I took a punt and asked, "You guys do it with anyone else or just you three?" Peter thrust hard and said, "Stupid question." Flynn said, "We know he's old enough to be our grandfather. But look at him! He outdoes us! He takes us whenever he wants, even a couple times a day and at night. He's much keener than Flynn's dad. We do it with our mates, too. Or Pete's street buddies. There's a sort of a club the neighborhood men belong to. They meet here on weekends. Suck and fuck each other, have gangbangs. A lot of fun." Peter added, "There is one big rule: no one is allowed to say no if one of the guys asks for it." Peter suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. As before, he did not pause or stop, just continued to fuck in and out of my body. "I'm getting there," he said. "How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming inside." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless assgasm flashed through me. It felt unbelievable! I shuddered while he shoveled that monster in and out of me. Oh, yeah, it was getting to me alright, and he was not letting me take a breath. "You're going to ... make me ... cum again..." "Knew it. That's the idea, slut. As far as we're concerned fucking is the greatest thing to do, so we all do it often." Despite coming inside, my erection remained firm inside Roger's clenching ass. Peter suddenly growled, "Gunna cum!" He rammed hard. I felt his enormous cock swell inside. Felt him deep. Felt his cock pulse as strong volleys of thick warm fluid powerfully shot into me. My senses were finally pushed beyond their limit. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and started to shoot my goo into the Roger's greedy ass. Peter yelled, "What'd ya scream like that that for?" I pulled myself hard against Roger's bum while I yelled and unloaded several fantastic volleys. My own anus clenched and clenched on Peter. The feeling flashed incredibly intense. I yelled again in pure joy. "Better that way," I eventually panted. My cock pulsed longer than I expected. The pleasure had been so intense I could hardly speak. "Like ... karate. Yelling and screaming makes it ... feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "Ready for more?" More? I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay. Whatever you want." They all laughed as if I had said something crazy. "Rog, you want another round with our new slut?" Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was long and thin and curved straight up. "My turn," was all he said. "Give me ... a moment. Catch my breath." Roger insisted and started to hop eagerly. "House rule. You can't say no. House rule." "That's the rule," Peter said. "You ask for it, you get it or you gotta give it or share it. Any time, anywhere with any of our group. Everyone's equal. Everyone is happy. No one feels used because you can ask anyone, too. No one is ever left out. If one can't do it, another can and will. We look after each other. We make it work. Everyone's happy." "But there has to be times when it just isn't possible." "Then you do a rain check. Do it later. Go ahead, Rog. Ben, here, is our new fucktoy and he has to follow our rule now." "Look at me!," Roger insisted. His cock stuck straight up, hard and proud and in need. "You've really turned me on." He stepped before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. Felt his wiry body writhe against mine. What the hell. I let him and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his urgent hard cock rub against mine. It had been a long time feeling desire from anyone, too. I ate it all up and my cock decided it did not wish to wilt. Roger used his foot to trip and wrestle me to the ground. On my back, he spread my thighs with his hips and knees. Grinning, he reared up over me. Looking into his blue eyes, I felt him probe. His cock suddenly speared into me, a surprisingly thankful feeling. Instantly he began to fuck me with long steady strokes and panting breaths and a great big, huge grin. I felt his body move against me, felt his stomach rub along my hard cock. Flynn fell onto his friend's back, knocking him onto me and knocking my breath out. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then Peter, amazingly renewed again, knelt between our legs and pushed into Flynn as well. My legs stretched wide, knees bent, feet against Flynn's spread upper thighs. I reveled in the amazing four-way fuck. "Let's go, boys!" We awkwardly gang-fucked but it didn't last long. We all laughed when they fell off. Peter came over, dropped to his knees and fed me his thick cock. I lapped and sucked and held it while Roger kept furiously fucking me. It wasn't long before he yelled, too, and burst into me. He levered himself off, stood, grinning. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized, eager for the next hit of fantastic sex in the sunny back yard with my amazing neighbors. I held out my arms, spread my knees wide. But Roger and Flynn raced off and Peter handed me my clothes. As he escorted me back to my home, shamelessly still half-nude, he said, "Thanks for joining us. Opens up all kinds of interesting possibilities. The street buddies'll be over next Saturday night. Sort of a regular group event. You can join our special club. We'll inaugurate you into the NFC, maybe even make you the center of a gangbang. I'm sure they'll be keen to have a new slut." "Nature's Fun Carnival?" I joked. A neighborhood sex club? I had lived hear over fifteen years. Peter had been my neighbor for most of that time, and I was only now finding out there was a street secret like that? Peter smirked. "NFC. Neighborhood Fuck Club." "You mean -" "- yes, I do. Men who live on our street are the only members of the NFC. We all follow the rule. You never know when one of us feels the need, and that's part of the rule's beauty. Anyone may turn up at any time." I admitted, "House rule, right? What if I want to fuck you or them?" "That's what the rule is about, mate. We all have to do it with you, too, if you want it. We don't force anyone, though. Sometimes there's a good reason for a rain check but that's all that is allowed. Nobody's objected so far, and we've been at it for years now. Think you can live with that?" Years? I never knew... Standing at my front door, I looked at this aging almost-nude bear of a man, who was openly offering me the most incredible sexual deal I could imagine. He had already cum twice but seemed ready and able for more. Me,too. My rear tingled in guilty anticipation. I nodded. "No worries. Sounds great." He slapped my shoulder, suddenly pulled me roughly against his body and bear hugged me while his inflating cock slipped against mine. He then said the magic words: "Give us your dick. Let's go inside and seal the deal, slut." ### A/N: This story just begged to be re-written properly. I hope you liked it. If it turned you on, if it caused a hard throbbing response, especially if you blow, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. PM or email me all the wet details. Once is never enough. More to cum...

Pozzed Cheerleader I was a male cheerleader for a Big10 school. Yeah, the rumors are true. We get a lot of sex with the female cheerleaders. We do spend a lot of time with each other, but we also get a lot of attention from the alumni, especially the older men who think we are male dancers. Honestly, I don’t mind they tuck more than a few bucks when we entertain at alumni dinners, tailgating and some sideline visits. What I was not ready for was the dropping of room cards and near constant invites. George was in his 50’s played QB for us in back in the 80’s and there had always been rumors that he was gay even back in his playing days. I was still surprised when we were in one of the tunnel bathrooms when he felt me up and tucked a hundred dollar bill and his room key card into my jock inviting me to his room at midnight in uniform with the promise of two more just like it just for showing up. I had been letting my roommate suck my cock since the beginning of the year. So gay sex was not new to me, but i was not sure what George wanted from me. The promise of $200 just for showing up was too good to pass up. We lost the game that day. So, I knew the party scene was going to be lame that night. So my excuses were slowly disappearing for not meeting George. My girlfriend wanted to go to the Alpha house, most of the black football players belonged to the Alpha’s. I got along with them all, but I think she was going more for the bbc than anything else. That is another story and a different forum. I let her go with her friends. I showered in the locker room. I shuck my uniform out in my gym bag as we are only allowed to wear it outside for sanctioned events. It was still early so I went to some parties and nothing caught my fancy, and that $200 extra was already burning a hole in my pocket for some stuff for school. I decided to go for it. I made my way to the Union Hotel where all the “special” alumni stay for games. I avoided some people I knew by taking the stairs and I figured it would give me an opportunity to slip back into my cheer uniform. George’s room was on the top floor the 5th. I slowly made my way up the stairs. I was walking up to this room when I noticed one of my cheer teammates ahead of me walking up to the door. I had long suspected he was gay, and this just proves. I had justified my being there as “gay for pay”. I was sure he was there for his love of cock. I was about to be proved so wrong. I motioned to Jamie, and he hesitated when he knocked on George’s door. I told it was cool. I was here for the same thing. He smiled and said he knew it. I was a little taken aback. No one had ever, to my knowledge, thought I was a faggot. George swung open the door and there were 3 other mostly naked men in his suite with ages ranging from mid-30’s to early-50’s most I recognized from the football wall of fame in the fieldhouse. One was the school’s all-time leading rusher Javon, I should leave their last names out. The other was an all-American DB Mike and a guy that went pro on the defense Dan. There were 4 guys in the room, 2 black and 2 white and me and Jamie. Jamie and I were in the center of all the guys, George still had his pants on with a wife-beater T, but everyone else were down to the t-shirts and shorts or jocks. George took $500 from his wallet and took $300 and motioned to Jamie that it was his and the rest was mine. George laughed and said the “straight” one was cheaper. The whole room laughed at me, but my cock just got harder. I knew my erection was visible to everyone in the room. Our uniforms really did not leave much to the imagination. George told us to do a cheer for the room. So Jamie and I looked at each other and without saying a word broke into a cheer. We chanted and gyrated into our little dance movements in the little space we had in front of our all-male half-naked audience. Once we were done. George ordered us to take our bottoms off and do it again. We pulled off our shoes, socks, pants, but were told to leave our jocks on. We, again, did another cheer for the guys, who by now were pulling out their flaccid cocks. I felt a pull on my leg by a pair of dark hands while Jamie was being dragged down by a now naked George and Dan. It was then that I saw the biohazard tats on both George and Dan. I thought it was off that they each had the same tat, but then I saw the same on Javon and Mike. Jamie was on his knees in no time sucking George then Dan and I soon found myself doing the same for Javon and Mike. I had never sucked cock before, but had been sucked. So, I just did what I thought I would like and in no time I had two very hard black cocks trading spots in my all-to-eager mouth. While I switched back and forth between Mike and Javon. George slipped in behind me and started to rim my virgin ass. I love having my ass ate. My girlfriend would do it from time to time, but not often enough for me. George had me moaning in no time. He started fingering my hole. He had large QB hands, and I felt every knuckle of his index finger in my ass. Jamie was still devouring Dan’s huge cock. When Mike pulled away from me and got behind Jamie and began to rim and finger his ass. Dan and Javon moved side-by-side on the couch pulling Jamie and I along with them. So we could keep sucking their oversized cocks. Dan was nearly 9inches of thick white steel. Javon was a heavy 8inch black rod, George was a good 7inch and Mike had 8.5 of thick dick. I knew I was going to get fucked by all of them. I just wanted George to go first. The room was moving so fast. It felt like a moment ago I was on the football field and now I am here on my hands and knees next to a teammate sucking an alumni cock just boefore we are both about to get fucked. Myself for the first time. George got up and grabbed what looked like lube and a small brown bottle from next to the bed. He smeared my ass with the lube and held the open brown bottle under my nose telling me to breathe deep. I was euphoric. I felt his cock as my hole. I was straight, I was gay for pay. “I am, we are going to knock up your virgin ass today boy” George snickered. I was not sure what he meant, but I played along. “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with your powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy man pole into Jamie’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride. More to Cum I like hot chat and phone hit me up Joey

So, last Saturday I decided to walk over to the Ramrod - best cruise bar in town - for a beer before heading over to Slammer, my favorite fuckjoint. Got to RR around 9, it was already jammed. There's the main bar in front, to the left of that is the pool table area, now covered with plywood, since guys fuck on it - around it. Then, there's the bootblack's station opposite one of the johns (open - no walls or doors), and finally in back you get to the Patio bar, an open-air area. There's a corridor off the patio bar that leads around a corner, past another john, and back to the front bar. That corner - on the SE corner of the building - is the traditional fuck/suck area. A relatively narrow corridor, with benches built into one side. I hadn't intended to sit back there and have my beer, but the front bar was full, the patio bar was full, and I guess I was lucky to find even that one spot to sit back in Pig Alley. Sat down next to a good-lookin kid, who's boyfriend was sitting on his other side. Guys passing by, cruising everyone, blah blah blah. So a guy stood against the wall, opposite the boyfriend, cruising him. The guy sitting next to me wasn't all that happy about it, but I didn't find out about that until later. After a few minutes, the boyfriend and the guy cruising him took off their shirts. Nice-looking kid, black hair, nice body, nice bulge next to me was not at all impressed when his bf took out his Cock and the guy cruising the bf started sucking it. Shortly after that, cruiser and bf got up and walked away, leaving the guy I was sitting next to alone. I'd noticed that he was eyeing my Cock, so I just asked him if that was his bf who'd just gone off to fuck the cruiser. Kid said yeah, and he knew his bf was going to Breed the cruiser, but was pissed off that the bf didn't allow him (the kid) to take raw Cock. Raw is apparently fine for the bf, but not the kid. Saw my opening right then. So I started talking to the kid about how unfair it was that he wasn't allowed to take loads, but his bf could rawfuck any guy he wanted. Kid said yeah, it was unfair, eyeing my now granite-hard Cock in my jeans. There were other guys sucking Cock in that hallway, a few taking it up the gut. I mentioned that I was heading over to Slammer in a little while to Breed Holes at some point. So I just asked the kid if he disliked taking raw Cock, and he looked at me and said "are you crazy?" Put my arm around his shoulder, and started in on how unfair his bf was, denying him the pleasure of taking loads in the bar, watching other guys in front of us sucking Cocks, fucking, all of that. He said he wanted to take as many loads as he could - but that before they went out to the bars, his bf always Bred his Hole, and thinks that should be enough for him. By this time, the kid’s Cock was about to rip through his shorts. I just said stuff like "how unfair - you deserve the same as every other guy here, blah blah blah, and he felt up my Cock in my jeans - asked me if I'd fuck him (duh), and I said of course, but I want to eat your Hole - taste your bf's load - slurp up your Hole a bit. The kid was eyeing other guys Breeding within a foot or two of us, and when he stood up and pulled his khaki’s down, a very nice Cock sprang up, hard. So I did what I told him I would do - got up, turned him around facing the wall, bent him over and ate that beautiful Hole full of thick black hair. After eating his Hole, (bf might be an asshole, but his load tasted good in the kid’s Hole) stood up so he could suck my Cock in front of the other guys sucking Cocks, Breeding. That was ok, but not what I wanted, so stood him up and turned him around again, gently pushed him over the bench, bent over his back and quietly said "you want my load up your gut, don't you .... and you want all these other guys to watch, don't you .... The kid said he did - said “yes Sir” - so I started to fuck him. His Hole was great - actually, he was a great fuck - and in a few minutes I bend over his back and whispered a question in his ear. Something like "you want more raw Cocks, don't you - there are guys on each side of you waiting their turn - you want them too, don't you ..." The kid sort of groaned - and answered that yeah, he did want them. I just said something like "then you should have them" ... pulled out and stepped aside. In a matter of 15 minutes that sweet boy took 4 loads. So, I got on my knees and ate that Hole again, and it tasted just perfect full of Sperm off other Cocks. I hadn't shot my load yet, and asked the kid how long he was going to wait for his bf to get back. The kid just answered "fuck him". He asked why I hadn't cum up his Hole, and I reminded him I was headed over to Slammer to Breed, but asked if he really wanted my load - to which he said something like "yeah, I want your load in my ass real bad ..." Not a grammarian, but this wasn't in grammar school either. This was at least 30, more like 45 minutes after I'd first sat down next to him. SO !!! I said that since I live only a few minutes walk from here, how about I fuck/breed you in my sling? That kid's eyes opened so wide I thought his eyeballs would drop out, and he just nodded. I don't think he'd ever been slingfucked before. Well, we both pulled our pants up, and as we left that area, a number of other guys caught my eye, seemingly wanting to be invited too. But, one step at a time. So we went back to my place, and had a fantastic night of it. The poor kid had been mind-fucked into keeping his Hole closed to every raw Cock but his bf's, while the bf rawfucked any guy he wanted to. Turns out his name is Javier, and he wants to come back next weekend. He didn't mention where they lived, but I think it's some distance away. So, I didn't get to Slammer last Saturday night - but it was a very worthy trade-off. This is why I don't post on that "last load" thread. I get raw Hole easily - any guy around here can - and it's a bit unseemly to go into stuff like this all the time when so many other guys have to wait weeks or months for something like this. Of course, this is one of the main reasons I chose Ft.L. when I decided to relocate. I had fb's who'd been here a number of times, always full of great stuff to report when they got back from here. Haven't had any reason to regret moving here at all.

The hairier the ass the better. I love my cum leaking out of a hairy hole and being caught by all that hair. It makes felching and snowballing it so much hotter!!

Thomas who lived in Pembroke Pines, Florida had just turned 18 in the middle of his high school year, and spring break had arrived. Thomas while being 18, looked young for his age. He was only 5’3” tall, 110 pounds, with brown hair and green eyes. He was also a virgin. Thomas knew that he was gay from a young age and jerked off to gay porn almost every night. He was especially turned on by black cock and poz porn. With a week off from school and no real plans, Thomas decided he was going to use his time off from school to lose his virginity to a black man and hopefully a poz black man. Thomas drew up a plan that he was going to tell his parents that he was going to spend spring break at a friends house, to cover for the fact that he was hoping to spend the week at a tops house where he could be fucked all week long. That Friday which marked the beginning of spring break Thomas enacted his grand plan. He told his parents he would be spending the week at a friends place, which they believed. He then posted an add on Craigslist with his stats with some cute pictures of himself and with the stipulation that the top must host him all week, but that they would be the lucky ones to pop his cherry, he also stated that he wanted only black poz men to respond. About 30 minutes after making the post Thomas got one reply, it was from a black man named Dennis. He told Thomas he was 65, 6’3” tall, 240 pounds with a 10” cock and was poz, but was unmedicated as his insurance would not cover the full cost of the medicine he needed and he couldn’t afford the portion that would. Kr be covered, meaning that Thomas would become poz himself if they were to fuck as Dennis’s only ever fucked bareback and never pulled out. After reading this Thomas became excited he quickly responded asking for Dennis’s address. Dennis provided his address which was in Hollywood, Florida. Thomas said bye to his parents packed a small suitcase and left to lose his virginity. Within 30 minutes Thomas was at Dennis’s address which was a small duplex. It was a 2 story building with four separate apartments, Dennis was in suite number 4 which was upstairs on the right. Thomas parked the car and walked up the stairs to his destiny with only a t shirt basketball shorts and sandals on. When he reached the door Thomas gave a quick knock and within seconds Dennis answered the door with a wife beater and shorts on. Dennis was everything he said he was and Thomas could see his cock bulging through his shorts. Dennis welcomed Thomas in and led him to the bedroom which had gay porn playing. Dennis then closed the bedroom door and told Thomas to undress. Thomas did as he was told. Dennis marveled at Thomas who was a cute petite white boy. Shaven all over with the only hair being on his head. Dennis became hard almost immediately by just looking at Thomas, as Dennis had blown a load in 3 days and his flaccid cock was not erect to it’s almost full length. Dennis’s then told Thomas to lay on the bed and to have his ass on the side edge of the bed. He then took some lube and poppers out of his night stand and lubed up Thomas’s hole, he then told Thomas to take a few deep breathes of the poppers through his nose. Thomas did and became horny and lucid. Dennis asked Thomas if he was ready to lose his virginity and be coke poz. Thomas who could barley see straight just stared at Dennis and smirked. Dennis took this as a yes and placed his hands on Thomas’s hips lined up his cock to Thomas’s hole and rammed it in as far as it could go. Thomas yelped in pain, as 8” of Dennis’s 10” cock entered him. Dennis then pulled all the way out and rammed his cock in again this time his whole cock was able to enter Thomas and his big black balls slapped against Thomas. Thomas eyes watered up and his mouth opened, but no sound came out. Dennis kept pulling all the way out and slamming back into Thomas, until he could feel Thomas’s ass stop pulsating around his cock, and given in as well as see Thomas eyes to roll back, and hear moans cone from Thomas’s mouth. After about 20 deep strokes he knew Thomas was broken in and Dennis went to town. The sound of black balls slapping against white skin and moaning from Thomas filled the room. Dennis fucked Thomas for a full hour. Thomas’s begged Dennis to cum inside him. Dennis was close and looked into Thomas’s eyes and asked him if he was sure as Dennis was super potent and that Thomas would become poz. Thomas yelled back I don’t care breed me make me yours. With thay, Dennis gave out a loud moan and filler Thomas up with cum, Thomas could feel Dennis’s cock puksate inside him and could feel his insides get warm with Dennis’s cum. Dennis then fell onto Thomas and they kissed. Thomas and Dennis ducked 3 more times that night. By the time Thomas left Dennis’s apartment the two had fucked over 50 times. Thomas’s was was rose budding from becoming so lose, as well as Dennis had one of his friends come over and give Thomas get a Jack of spades tattoo on his right ass cheek and right ankle. Thomas was succeeded in hiding the tattoos from his parents. Though about a month after spring break Thomas got really sick. Thomas messaged Dennis that he think he might have successful in converting him. Thomas took a hiv test later that week and it came back positive. Dennis had indeed been successful. Thomas’s parents were in shock that after high school graduate their precious white son was not only poz, but was moving out to live with a 63 year old black man. Within a month of moving in with Dennis Thomas had gotten every sexual transmitted disease under the book as Dennis has his friends fucking Thomas. Thomas went from only having sex with one guy to over 80. He also went from having a tight ass to have his prolapse coming out of him if he pushed from all the fisting and big black cocks he was taking. Thomas went from a virgin to a complete slut in a matter of months and he couldn’t have been happier.

SUNDAY 1600 HOURS “Hey, where’s Weeble?” Troll called out to the brothers who were finishing up the housekeeping in the barracks. “He went to the gym this morning. Must be out doing personal stuff.” Mini Hulk replied. “He asked me to go with him at 0930, but I had to wait for the phone to call my girl. When I got to the gym he was already gone.” “He knew we had to do the barracks this afternoon. And he should have waited for you.” Troll answered, a little worried. “Weeble never bails. Why’d he go alone, he knows we have to go in pairs? If he had something to do he would have said something.” In fact, Weeble was rarely by himself. He hung around spreading his happy smiles all over the place like he just loved every minute of being in the brotherhood, even when the day sucked balls. “I’m gonna talk to Assmunch.” He found Assmunch cleaning the shower room, wiping down the handles in just his briefs. “Hey Troll. Everything good in the bay?” Assmunch said after a quick glance. “Yeah Assmunch, almost done. Potter’s got the randoms almost done with their end. He found a bag of Doritos in one of the empty lockers. Battles and Lenger are stuffing their face in the day room. Hey, no one’s seen Weeble since 0930. Mini Hulk was supposed to meet him at the gym but he said Weeble was gone when he got there. Did Weeble tell you he would be out all day?” Troll asked. Assmunch tilted his head. “He didn’t say anything. He told me he was going to the gym, but said he’d be back by lunch. I should have noticed. He’s had a lot on his mind, maybe he just needed a quiet place to think. But someone should be with him. Anyone else missing? I’ll take care of his space.” “Nah, I’ll do it. I like the little guy. Keeps everyone’s spirits up. Everyone else is here, Assmunch. He’s alone.” Troll said. “Shit. Yeah, he brightens everyone’s day. But let’s stop calling him little though. I think he’s heard it enough. I want him to think of himself as more than the little guy in the Bravos.” Assmunch said. Troll blinked. “Yeah, you’re right. Besides, he doesn’t act little. I should have thought of that. Used to get called fat a lot in high school, didn’t like it even as a joke from my friends. It gets old.” “Right. We can fuck with anyone else, and even fuck with Weeble on other stuff. Just not the little part.” “Clear Assmunch.” Troll agreed. “Let’s wait until evening chow, see if he shows up. He won’t miss that. But we need to tell Lenger.” Assmunch decided. Troll nodded and went back to the bay to do Weeble’s area. Sleeper and Zeus came into the shower room passing Troll as they walked. “Assmunch, you mind if we take a shower? Mopping the floors got us sweaty and I smell like cleaner.” Sleeper asked. “Yeah, go ahead. I haven’t done that one down there yet, but you have to share. And wash the soap and shampoo down the drain.” Assmunch said. He took the opportunity to watch them shuck off their shorts, and Zeus peeled his tight tee shirt off his bulging, scarred torso. They were smiling and whispering to each other, which made Assmunch happy. Sleeper’s perfect ass still had it’s mesmerizing effect on him. Of course, Zeus’s ass was beautiful too, wide and thick like the powerful hind of a charging rhino. Nothing about Zeus was small, and it made sense proportionally and aesthetically that his legs and ass had to be substantial to power that massive body. “Watch the door for a sec, bro?” Sleeper said. “Sure thing bud.” Assmunch replied, walking over to the opening. He averted his eyes to give them a moment, using the time to pick up their clothes and set them on the slatted wooden bench just outside the shower opening. “You’re good.” He said while he folded their clothes. He chuckled, what the fuck was he doing that for, they were dirty? Habits. He finished anyway, just to give them a little bit more time. These private moments were rare. He really couldn’t be happier for them and loved seeing the stolen moments of kindness pass between them with grins and usually a slightly cocked eyebrow. Zeus’s eyes rarely left Sleeper’s face or body. Assmunch was normally one of the first to wake in the mornings, his internal alarm clock opening his eyes a few minutes before his set time. He’d watch Zeus wake up and the very first thing he did every time was look over at Sleeper’s bunk and smile. Then he’d lean over and very gently rub Sleeper’s shoulder, or his head and lean over to utter “Wake up, Addison.” In the sweetest voice imaginable. On those occasions, Sleeper would blink his eyes, yawn, and immediately when he saw Zeus a big smile broke over his entire face. Then he’d remember where he was, and dial it back to a regular smile and go all tough guy Addison. But for that brief moment you couldn’t miss how into each other they were. When he turned the corner again, they were showering normally with that efficient and fast scrub down you learned early on in the military. They took a moment to direct the hard shower spray with a hand and foot sweeps to move the soap and suds towards the drain then shut the water off. “All done Assmunch, thanks!” Sleeper said. “Hey if you see Lenger, send him in, okay. I’ll be done in a few minutes.” Assmunch said. “Sure thing, bro. C’mon Gabriel.” Sleeper sauntered over to the opening shaking his incredible pale muscle ass around the corner. That handsome arrogant fucker looked like a prancing horse and he wasn’t even trying. Kevin had to see that just once in his life, Assmunch decided. It was a fucking work of art. “Thanks Andrew.” Zeus smiled. Shit…every fucking time that smile melted Assmunch inside. Kevin had to see that too. He was just finished cleaning that last shower section when Lenger stepped around the corner. “Sleeper said you wanted to see me? I know I don’t have to check your shower, Assmunch.” The Petty Officer said. Assmunch smiled in thanks. “Nah, that’s not it, but look if you want. It’s Weeble. He didn’t take MiniHulk to the gym with him this morning, and he’s been gone all day. I’m not reporting him…just worried. It’s not like him. What should we do?” Assmunch knew what he would do, but Lenger was Stick Leader. He had to be informed and Assmunch wasn’t going to step on his command. “Let’s get Potter. I know what I SHOULD do, which is report it to Sergeant Airborne or the Cadre. Right now, he’s just off alone, nothing that needs to bring the place to alert. But let’s see what Potter thinks first.” “Yeah, another brain sounds good.” Assmunch agreed. Between the three of them, hopefully there’d be a solution that didn’t involve the Cadre. *************** Sunday 1630 hrs. “Fuck, he’s not supposed to go anywhere without a buddy. You think the Cadre took him in?” Potter said. Assmunch scowled. “For six hours? Take him for a simple Disciplinary Action? And his first? No, I don’t think so. And they’d give him over to Lenger. They’d run him or he’d be sponge washing the outside of the barracks. Something isn’t right. Sergeant Airborne is going to be here in 20 to get us for chow.” Lenger looked torn. “Assmunch, we have to tell Sergeant Airborne. What can we do? Do you think he took off?” Assmunch thought. Maybe before last night, before the bus ride back Weeble might have just ditched to get booted. “He was in a great mood this morning. He was going to go with MiniHulk to the gym, he was never intending on going alone. No, Weeble wouldn’t ditch.” Potter breathed. “Assmunch, there’s not much we can do. You want to search the entire base? And as soon as we start asking questions it’s going to get the Cadre’s attention, and then there’ll be questions about why we didn’t report it. Lenger could get booted over this.” “Fuck, Potter, I don’t care. I don’t need the tab. Just figured it might get me preference for a nice posting.” Lenger said much to Assmunch’s admiration. Assmunch closed his eyes to think. He took a few deep breaths finding that mental clarity Major Collins was teaching him. His eyes flew open. “Major Collins. Potter, do you think you could get ahold of him?” Assmunch blurted out. “I… I’m not sure, Assmunch. You’d probably have a better chance than I would. Why me?” Potter asked. “Marines. If the shit hits the fan, you and he can play it off like a Marine asking another Superior Marine for some advice before Jump Week, or some bullshit.” Assmunch threw out. Potter wasn’t convinced. “I’ll do it, brother, if you really want. But you know if we get an officer involved it’s out of our hands. And I’m going to ignore that you just suggested that Marines lie about anything.” Assmunch took a moment to really think about it. Major Collins wasn’t connected to the 507th, he was here for some other reason, that much was clear. So he didn’t HAVE to say anything to the Cadre if he didn’t want to, especially if all they were asking for was his advice. “No, we call him. He’ll know the right way to handle this. And you won’t have to lie, Potter. I wouldn’t ask that of you. I wouldn’t lie myself if it came down to it. And he’ll probably just tell us to inform our Sergeant Airborne.” Potter shook his head. “Lenger, you okay with this? You agree this is the right way to go?” Lenger looked at Assmunch, then at Potter. “I have to be honest here. If it were someone else asking me to do this Assmunch, I’d say no without blinking. This doesn’t make me comfortable at all. This is something for the Cadre to handle. But this is your guy, and you always seem to know what you’re doing. I’m going to trust you, Harris. Potter, try to get ahold of Major Collins. Let’s see what he says.” Potter got up to go to the phone in the day room. “He’s going to say we have to tell the Cadre, you know that right?” Lenger said with a sympathetic look. Assmunch sighed. “Probably. It’s what we should do, and honestly if Weeble isn’t back by form up for chow, we don’t have a choice. Sergeant Airborne will do a head count. If he’s not back by then, you have to tell Sergeant Airborne before he takes the count.” Lenger gave a sad grin. “It’s not the end of the world, Andrew. It’s his first DA, he can still make his jumps.” “That’s not what I’m worried about, brother. Weeble’s never far from the brotherhood. Demon, I could see him losing track of time, doing something crazy. Wanker and Bootlicker, sure…they’re like a couple of raccoons getting into shit they shouldn’t. But not Weeble. His one thing is he doesn’t want to be a fuck-up. If he isn’t back it’s because he CAN’T be back.” Assmunch spelled it out. “Which means something happened.” ************** WEEBLE He lay there long after they left, somehow both grateful and disappointed that they hadn’t done what they said and shot him in the head. He would have welcomed a bullet. The darkness of the cold shed matched his thoughts. They’d locked the door behind them and left him exactly as they’d taken him, cuffed and hooked laid facedown on the plywood shelf in his own now dried vomit, his sweats and briefs now around his ankles. Why had they locked the door? Why had they left him there? He couldn’t feel his hands or his arms anymore. He refused to think about his ass. Thinking about it only made him seize up in pain when his torn and ravaged sphincter contracted. Small amounts of light bled through where the roof met the walls above. Why had they locked the door? Why had they left him there? His throat was raw and sore from the repeated abuse and the acidic bile he’d thrown up. It was almost impossible to swallow through the pain. The cold plywood felt like a small comfort against his ear. The afternoon was quiet except for the occasional wind. He wondered if he would bleed to death, if Barnell had ruined him so bad he’d bleed out slowly. He couldn’t tell if he was still bleeding back there but he knew he had been before. The warmth of blood on his butt cheeks as Barnell thrust into him, the stickiness as their flesh met, the coppery smell that mixed with the odor of vomit that lingered in the air were all evidence of the damage Barnell had done. Thank God Barnell hadn’t been large. Victor would certainly have died from internal damage. He sobbed again. Would that have been so bad? Dying? He should have fought back harder. He should have been more aware of his surroundings instead of daydreaming. He should have never let his guard down. He should have waited for MiniHulk to go with him to the gym. He should have slammed that door in Barnell’s face. Victor examined every minute and was able to find every mistake he’d made before they’d got to the shed. He lay passive in the rear seat of the vehicle instead of kicking out the window, or kicking Barnell in the head while he drove. He could have tried to get his arms around his front and given himself a fighting chance. He should have seen the signs that he was a target. He’d put himself in a situation that resulted in the attack. He didn’t fight back hard enough when they first knocked him to the ground. He should have rolled and leapt to his feet to meet the attack. Even if he couldn’t fight off two of them he could have run. He should have shouted. It was no one’s fault but his. If his stomach wasn’t already empty, he would have thrown up all over again. Why had they locked the door? Why had they left him there? Why had they left him there? To come back. And either do it all over again, or take care of him once and for all in the darkness of night Probably both. He jerked. No! Please No! Even though it sent a searing pain through his ass, he tried to reach the floor with his feet. He squirmed and writhed causing more pain in his wrists and shoulders. He was too small, his legs not long enough as they swung in empty air. He began to cry again even after thinking he had no more tears to shed. He cried through the pain. He forced his head into the pool of vomit and pushed, scooting his body the tiniest inch backwards. They were coming back. When? How long was it since they left? He did it again, moving just the barest bit. His breath came in ragged sobs. Another inch and a crippling pain stabbed through his shoulders and back. His arms. Locked up behind him and hooked. What had they put him on? He tried to think. The image of the shelves inside the shed flashed in his mind, the picture of when they first dragged him inside. An extension cord, looped. A hook, in a ‘J’, straight out, mounted on the side of the shelves. The cuffs were hooked over it. He moved his numb hands, feeling the metal cuffs bite into his wrists and sending a new spike of agony down his arms. He felt the hook, examined it with his difficult to move fingers. Cold metal. A few inches long, maybe three. Two? Curved. The ground couldn’t be far away. If he could get his hips back more he could get his toes on the ground to support his weight enough to work his wrists off the hook. He tried again, this time pulling on his wrists as he tried to scoot back. If his wrists broke, they broke. He couldn’t think about that. He shifted into cold desperation as he grunted and fought to release his hands. He was probably causing damage. He didn’t care. It took him far too long to wedge himself backwards centimeters at a time. Every movement backwards raised his arms at a higher angle causing his nerves to flare up with throbbing molten torment. He suffered the now constant but duller stinging ache in his ass as a secondary concern, welcoming the pain as a test of his resolve to live. HE provided this pain, HE controlled it as a tool for focus and determination. His anger flared. “FUCK YOU!” He screamed out with a final roar of challenge that burned through every feeling of inadequacy, every doubt, every recrimination and self-persecution. When his toes finally made contact with the floor he was gasping for breath, but the exhilaration of being so close to escape forced him onward. “GAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH”. He screamed out as he stood on his toes and pushed with his head against the shelf while pulling his hands up the metal hook to release the cuffs from their trap. So close. Almost. Another millimeter. The second the cuffs slid over the top of the hook Victor collapsed to the floor, his head slamming into the wall beside the locked door. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath and bask in the relief. But he couldn’t allow himself to rest for long as thoughts of his two attackers returning forced him to move once again. He rolled over to the side then onto his back and spun until his legs faced the shelves. Placing his feet as high as he could on the two by four vertical frame he lifted his hips to push his hands down below his ass. This was going to be the hard part. He folded his torso to decrease the distance from his shoulders to his hip as he fought to work his arms up under his ass. He laughed with an insane cackle when he said a prayer of thanks that he didn’t have an ass like Sleeper’s. First time in his life he’d been thankful for not having a muscle ass. His tiny little butt was going to help him today. And they’d done him a favor by leaving his sweats down, there was no fabric for the cuffs to get caught on and make the fight more difficult. He no longer cared about the pain in his wrists. His shoulders and arms felt instant warmth and relief but hadn’t yet recovered from the long period of immobilization. His nerves were reawakening with flares of stinging and prickling fire. His adrenaline was surging and with it the torment to his body receded. When he finally worked his wrists past his hips and ass, he relaxed his legs and folded himself in half with his hands behind his thighs. He brought his arms up and pulled them over his feet. He only allowed himself to celebrate his success for 30 seconds to regain some energy after the exhausting strain he’d just endured, lying on his back taking deep gasping breaths, his cuffed hands resting above his head. He spun around, still on his back until his feet were pointed at the door. He put everything he had into a two footed kick at the sturdy frame. It was a basic shed door, constructed of two by fours and a sheet of plywood. The darkness of the shed was not absolute and small bits of sunlight bled through several cracks where the walls met the roof. He kicked hard. The door didn’t have a handle, so it must be secured with a latch on the outside. A simple metal latch with a ring for a padlock most likely, attached with screws to the plywood. With enough force, the screws would rip through the wood and tear the latch away. He kicked again. And again, flashes of light coming through the edges every time the door flexed outward.. It was taking too long. It would eventually bust, but his kicks towards the bottom weren’t transferring enough force to the latch area. He climbed to his feet, reached down to pull up his sweats and took a few steps back. He mentally braced himself to shoulder the door with as much impetus and weight as he could manage. He pictured the latch placed near the center of the edge. He remembered how the door opened to the left from the outside, so the hinges were on his right. He’d hit the left side, toward the middle, right where the latch should be. “YOU FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHITTY FUCKING SHIT!” He screamed as he ran and lunged with his shoulder. The latch, already weakened from his repeated kicks, tore loose after only a slight resistance. The sudden daylight blinded him as he soared through the air and plowed into the dormant winter grass and dirt outside the shed. He laughed with his face into the dirt. “Fuck you motherfucker.” He said, still laughing. He didn’t know why he was laughing. He could run now. The image of his beaten body running across the base, his hands in cuffs, sent an alarm through his brain. That would draw attention. He be stopped, someone would inform the Cadre, there would be questions, an investigation. Part of him wanted that to happen, wanted Barnell and his psychotic buddy to roast and rot in prison. But it would also make him a target for all the questions he didn’t want to answer. Everything would come out, everyone would know what had been done to him. And there was the good chance Barnell and his friend would talk their way out of it with easily crafted denials and excuses for their whereabouts. Sure, Victor’s savagely raped body was clear evidence that something had happened, but there was nothing that pointed to his two attackers. Victor wasn’t completely present mentally after a while and wasn’t even sure if either of them had ejaculated to leave behind DNA evidence. And at least the other guy was an MP which meant his buddies would be the ones doing the investigation. Just the thought of doctors and nurses examining his mouth and ass, poking, looking, maybe even taking pictures… Victor dry heaved with jerky spasms with the realization that would be another rape, another intimate violation made even worse because he willingly put himself in their hands. There would be arguments about whether he remembered the details correctly, accusations of willing participation, why hadn’t he gone with another soldier to the gym? Could it be because he was trying to sneak off alone to meet someone for rough sex that just got out of control? Did he like it at first? Was this just regret after things had gone too far? Having to tell the story over and over again. Was he protecting his illicit lover by accusing Barnell and the MP? Each question forcing him to relive his terror, his pain, his torment at their hands again and again. He imagined the false sympathy of the investigator saying “We want to help you, just be honest with us, tell us the truth. You have to admit, this sounds far fetched.” He had to get the cuffs off. He tried to pull them over his folded hands but couldn’t. He got up and went to look in the shed. Maybe there was something slippery he could use. With the light from the door he looked around. He needed oil, lubricant, even some kind of glue. Anything wet. There were some canisters on the back shelves. He couldn’t see a way to work the lids off. There was wood, construction materials, a couple pieces of equipment but no motors that required oil. Some chain link fence repair tools. A couple of bags of concrete. He tried working the cuffs down again but couldn’t get past his thumb knuckle. He glanced around again. Vomit. It might work. He went to his knees. The large puddle wasn’t dry, still mushy with chunks of cereal and eggs mixed in with the stomach acid and milk. He slathered it on his hands thickly then pulled at the cuff on his left wrist while squeezing his hand together as crushed as he could make it. It was working. For the second time he was grateful for his small size. His constant and deliberate effort managed to slip the cuff past his thumb knuckle and his hand was free. He immediately realized he was still in the shed and could be trapped again too easily. He quickly slathered more of his puke on his right hand and ran outside. Now that he knew what he had to do, he had the right cuff off in less than a minute. It hurt, but the pain was nothing to him now. It was all pain. Everything was pain. So fuckin what? It took pain to survive and embracing it fully was the only way. Should he keep the cuffs, just in case? As proof? How many sets was an MP issued? Were they identified and registered to him? What time was it? The overcast sky gave him no way to judge the angle of the sun. It was afternoon, but how late? He didn’t know where he was, what part of the base. He wasn’t Infantry MOS, hadn’t been here for his post Basic training like most of the other Bravos so he had no idea what the different areas were or where. He looked around the horizon, hoping to see buildings he might recognize. He saw the training towers in the far distance, three, maybe four miles away, and began to run. The punishment to his body settled into deep aching - his ribs where he’d been kicked, his face where Barnell had kneed him, his ass, his balls, his wrists. Thankfully his shoulders had returned to normal feeling now that they were in their proper position and alignment. He ran, and as his legs pumped the rage began to build, increasing with every stride. BARRACKS 1645 Hrs Almost everyone was in place outside the barracks, lined up double file to wait for their weekend Sergeant Airborne. “Is that Weeble?” Shark asked. Assmunch whipped around to look where Shark pointed. Thank God, it was Weeble, running with a limp in his gait, holding his left ribs. They weren’t required to be in uniform outside of duty hours, but if they weren’t their clothes had to be clean and orderly. Weeble had his sweats on, and he was soaked. “Thirteen minutes, Weeble! Better hurry. Glad you made it.” Assmunch said as Weeble ran by, not looking at them or smiling and instead he seemed to have a look of determined fury he’d never seen Weeble elicit. Assmunch left his spot to follow Weeble inside the barracks. He saw Weeble at his locker removing his padlock. A pair of silver handcuffs lay on his bunk. “Victor, what’s going on?” Assmunch asked. “Nothing.” Weeble’s answer was a short bark. “Leave me alone, Brickmann. I’ll be out in a minute.” Brickmann? “Okay brother. Just remember to sign back in before getting in formation.” Assmunch replied. As he walked out the door he glanced back and saw Weeble heading for the showers, his change of clothes in his hands. He got back in formation and said to Sleeper “Something’s up with Weeble. And he had handcuffs with him.” In a whisper, Sleeper replied “Where’d he get handcuffs?” “I don’t know, I couldn’t ask. He just about ordered me to leave him alone. Whatever is going on, it’s not good.” Assmunch said. Assmunch was chewing over it in his head. Major Collins had said what they all expected, that if they were that concerned they should inform the Cadre, adding that’s what they were there for. Also, Lenger was required to inform the Cadre that Weeble hadn’t been accompanied by a buddy to the gym but it was up to him if Weeble managed to return before chow, and that he’d better be ready to answer for not only allowing Weeble to leave unaccompanied, but also for not knowing his whereabouts. “Fuck!” He said out loud. Sleeper turned around again. “What?” Assmunch growled. “The in/out sheet. I told him to sign back in, but it’s going to show he’s the only one to sign in now.” “I’ll take care of it.” Sleeper said. Sergeant Airborne would be here in just a few minutes. “You think any of the Cadre saw him running back?” “Aw hell! I don’t know. If they did, and the sign in has a different time he’s fucked, and Lenger’s fucked. “Wanker and I signed back in at 1540.” Bootlicker said from their left. “Just change our 5’s to a 6, then Weeble’s sign in right below ours will look fine. Make it look good, or do you just want me to do it?” He asked. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah Bootlicker, you have better skills with that sort of thing. Hurry.” Weeble and Bootlicker came out together, Weeble looking serious but not furious like before. There looked to be a significant bruise on the left side of his face. Had he gotten into a fight? Bootlicker looked pleased with himself. If anyone knew how to get away with something sneaky, it was Bootlicker and his pet Wanker. Wanker had probably figured out a way to jack off in every corner of the barracks by the third day. He’d also found quite a bit of contraband hidden up in the ceiling tiles above the bunks that had been left behind by previous classes at Airborne. Some skin mags, a bunch of personal items that were probably stolen, a couple of blank passes and even a fucking black hat. Probably years of discarded or stashed items all over the place. Someone stole a Cadre’s black hat. No one wanted to get caught with that and then probably couldn’t figure out a way to sneak it into their gear as a souvenir… or maybe they just wanted to leave it behind for the next class. Only Wanker would think to look up inside the ceiling. Raccoons, both of them. Assmunch told Wanker to leave that shit up there, any of that shit except the skin mags would get them dismissed immediately if it was found in their possession. The skin mags did get passed around secretly though, a couple Penthouse, a Cheri, and three Hustlers. They were still contraband and against Basic Airborne Course Standard Operating Procedures and everyone understood if they got caught with them they took the hit. Wanker became the official Airborne Barracks Librarian, chasing down overdue pornography and handing out penalties which was usually loss of porn privilege for a specified period. “Sleeper, tell Zeus to talk to Weeble when we get back. I don’t think Weeble will tell Zeus to fuck off.” Assmunch said. “Roger that.” Sleeper said just as their Sergeant Airborne walked up. Sergeant Airborne started as he stepped into double time: Here we go! Here we go! All the way! All the way! Here we go! Here we go! Every day! Every day! Sign my name on the dotted line Sign my name on the dotted line All I do is the double time All I do is the double time Up the hill Up the hill Down the hill Down the hill On the hill On the hill Up the hill Up the hill AIRBORNE! AIRBORNE! HOOAH! HOOAH! You could hear other Companies of students shouting out other cadences down the street. Chow was it’s usual stuff fest. You didn’t have the luxury of having a relaxing chat over a lovely meal in the dining facility. If any Black Hat saw your tray empty and you weren’t moving already to return it, you were ordered to do it. No one needed to be ordered anymore. Wait in line, silent, get your tray filled (you actually had a couple choices in mains, sides and desert, which was totally cool), scarf it down, return your tray and go outside. Sleeper, Troll, MiniHulk, Chunk and surprisingly Holler got double helpings on their tray. Zeus tripled his, as usual and the cooks behind the line didn’t blink. Big boys needed plenty of fuel. Dessert was fucking peach cobbler… and damn it was EXCELLENT. Assmunch regretted not getting a double of that. As they individually finished they went outside to form up to wait for Sergeant Airborne to march them back to the barracks. When everyone except Sleeper and Zeus had formed up, Lenger nudged Potter. Sergeant Airborne was still in the dining facility. “You smokers are going to police the smoking area when we get back. Someone keeps throwing their butts on the ground. And you dippers and chewers use a fucking can. Stop spitting that nasty shit on the gravel.” “It’s not us, Corporal. It’s some asshole from one of the other floors.” One of the randoms answered. “Doesn’t matter when it’s our name on the duty roster. You’re out there enough, keep it clean. Or figure out who’s doing it and Lenger will take care of it.” “You want us to snitch?” “Fuck yes I want you to snitch. They aren’t in Alpha Company, fuck them. Especially when they trash an area designated to us. You let us know who, and I’ll dump every wad of used chew I can find into their pillowcase. Just because you’re Army doesn’t mean you need to put up with getting shit on, and that’s exactly what they’re doing - shitting on you because it’s not their problem and they don’t have to keep it clean. I’m sure as hell not going to let Lenger get reamed out because of it.” Potter REALLY didn’t like assholes. Sleeper and Potter got along great, like twins. Sleeper hated assholes too. Soon after, Sleeper and Zeus preceded Sergeant Airborne out the dining facility door. They double timed it back to the barracks. Sergeant Airborne took a quick glance at the in/out sheet at the CQ desk, then walked away towards the Cadre area. Guess everything looked fine to him. Bootlicker probably already knew how to forge the Sergeant’s signature too. Once everyone was in the billeting bay they relaxed. All the randoms went to the day room to watch a movie. Their favorites were Aliens or Full Metal Jacket. They’d watched those two enough times to wear the VHS tape out and shout as a group the best lines. “This is my rifle! There are many like it, but this one is mine…”. And “Why don’t you put her in charge!” And “In case you’re not keeping up with current events, we just got our asses kicked!” The Bravos all stayed behind to study not needing to see any of the movies again. “Zeus…” Sleeper said. Zeus nodded and walked over to Weeble who was laying on his bunk staring at the ceiling tiles, uncharacteristically quiet, keeping to himself, and even more telling - unoccupied with any task. From a distance it looked like a one sided conversation, Zeus barely moved while Weeble started with some angry objection and turned away from Zeus onto his side. Assmunch was glancing over trying not to appear like he was paying close attention, but he was. Zeus reached out and put a gentle hand on Weeble’s upper arm. Weeble tried to shrug him off, but Zeus wouldn’t allow it. Finally Zeus got up off the bunk and leaned over to scoop Weeble up in his arms. Weeble tried fighting himself out of Zeus’s hold, but Zeus just pulled him in tighter, whispering something in his ear, and then Weeble curled up and pushed his face into Zeus’s big chest. Zeus lowered his head and nuzzled Weeble’s face, walking toward the exit door. Weeble looked especially small and frail in Zeus’s arms. Assmunch exchanged a look with Sleeper, who shrugged. Zeus would figure it out, and if it was anything that needed Assmunch to intervene, Zeus would tell him. Assmunch was talking with Bootlicker about the trickier parts of turning your parachute into the wind for your landing, having Bootlicker explain it again with all the things to expect. Their first jump would be tomorrow. They’d get instruction first, probably have to demonstrate donning their equipment and other skills to the satisfaction of the Cadre as well as answer questions thrown at them. There was much that had to happen before they were even permitted on their ride. But tomorrow was supposed to be sunny and clear, a perfect day to earn your wings. Zeus came back in the door, an angry look on his face. Assmunch left Bootlicker with “Thanks bro, gotta take care of this I think.” Sleeper met him in the center aisle and they walked together to meet Zeus. “Andrew, it’s bad.” Zeus said. It was difficult to determine what Zeus meant by that because Zeus’s threshold of bad was a lot lower than just about anyone else’s. But the anger on his face had all the Bravos ready to go to war. It had to be truly bad. It was worse than anything they could have imagined. Assmunch wanted to cry along with Weeble’s tear-filled recital of the events after the gym. Zeus sat behind Weeble, his arms wrapped snugly around the smaller man, and boy did that look like a great place to be during the retelling. Assmunch wished he had a set of Zeus’s arms wrapped around him listening to the sick, vile things they did to Weeble. “So you think they were going to come back?” Assmunch asked. Victor nodded. “Victor, are you okay with bringing Potter and Battles in on this? I understand if you don’t, but something has to be done. They’ve both seen some awful shit. And you should probably let Lenger check you out if you don’t want to see Doc and stir up a hornet’s nest. We’ll do it whatever way you want, bud.” Assmunch kept his voice gentle and filled with understanding. Victor looked up at Zeus, who nodded. “Sure, Andrew. It’s okay.” Victor replied. He accepted that he’d placed himself in their hands. And none of them had ever done or said anything except treated him in a way that made him feel like they would do anything for him. And if Zeus said it was okay, then he’d do it how Zeus said. “Sleeper, let’s get them out here. We need a plan.” Assmunch had already decided there was going to be some non judicial punishment for those two. His only question, or rather reluctance, was just how far to take it. There was a line he didn’t want to cross. He wondered if he’d have a choice. Potter, Battles and Lenger joined them. “Sleeper filled us in, you don’t have to repeat it, Victor. It’s hard enough telling it once.” Potter said. “I have some questions, and I need you to think hard. What makes you think they were coming back?” Potter didn’t use a soft, touchy-feely voice like Assmunch. He wasn’t here to soothe or deal with feelings. That was Assmunch’s job, and it looked like Zeus was doing a great job of helping with that. After what Sleeper told him, he was here for one thing: figure out a way to remove that filth from the U.S. Army, as painfully as possible. If this was a battlefield, he and his buddies would be figuring out which one of them was going to deliver the bullet or how they were going to hang them out on the next patrol. “They left me handcuffed and hooked up, then locked the door of the shed when they left. They weren’t goin to leave me for someone else to find that way, my sweats down around my ankles, couldn’t move, dried blood in my ass. Too many questions were gonna be asked. He left his handcuffs, prolly MP issue. He was gonna get those back.” Victor answered. “Sounds about right. They were either going to wait for dark and get you into a vehicle to take you somewhere and kill you, or do it all again THEN get you in a vehicle to take you somewhere and kill you.” Victor jerked noticeably. “They said somethin when they were carryin me into the shed. Somethin bout ‘the other one’ like they done this before.” “Were they in uniform?” Potter asked next. Victor nodded. “One of em was. An MP. He called the one in workout clothes Barnell. The MP’s name tape said ‘Wilkerson’. Saw it when he stepped back while I was pukin.” “Do you know where this shed is? Can you find it again?” Victor shrugged. “I think so. They said it was over by the armory, and when I looked around to figure out how to get back I saw the jump towers. Between four and five miles from here I figure.” Victor closed his eyes. After about ten seconds he opened them again. “Towers center, a group of hangars to the right, closer to the shed, then on the left a big building three, maybe four stories.” “That’s HQ for the 507th. Hangars are maintenance for the 1-28th. So…. That shed is East Southeast. Anything else you overheard?” Potter said. Victor thought, going through everything he remembered, every word since he had first been tackled. “Barnell said I should have gone willinly, that he would have been nice about it, made sure it felt good. He said he had to report at 1400. Said I looked like a little kid. He said they were gonna kill me and throw me into an artillery crater, cover me with a little dirt, and let all the evidence get blown to bits the next time they was practicin. After that, it was just talk about rapin me.” Victor didn’t seem weak and beaten by the time he finished, he seemed angry, furious, and so unlike his usual self that Assmunch thought he was a different person. “1400. Midshift.” Potter mused. “Definitely another MP. I don’t know of another midshift on a Sunday when no one’s working except weekend Sergeants Airborne or Medical. I guess he could be a Medic. Midshift ends at 2300. That’s lights out for us, curfew is 2200 tonight. He and Wilkerson will be back at the shed tonight, I guarantee it. And Barnell is driving the bus, so Wilkerson won’t go alone. Neither one of them will take the chance of trying to handle their victim alone. They are cowards. Battles and I got this. It’s my duty to end this fucker. I know I don’t have to say this to you four, but Victor, you don’t ever talk about this, none of it, not you getting raped, not who you told, and nothing about this entire day. Ever. Do you understand? You never went to the gym. You got that bruise when you were running and tripped, it knocked you out and that’s why you were late coming back for chow formation. Picture your route back, figure out a place you would have tripped and fallen behind something or been hidden enough no one saw you, Imagine it happening in your head, see the thing you hit your head with. That’s your story for the bruise, and your late return. You will forget the names. You will forget the shed. No one saw you with either of them, there’s absolutely no connection to you, and I can tell you neither of them has told anyone and they’ve completely covered their tracks. Remember they said ‘the other one’ so they have been careful not to leave anything behind that will point at them. You will forget this day ever happened. You have a new day that you lived, one you spent largely unconscious. Corpsman Lenger checked you out and determined you don’t have a concussion that requires medical treatment. That’s the only way this works. Did you leave the handcuffs there in the shed?” Potter just graduated from Corporal Nub to General BigSwingingDick, Assmunch decided after all of that came out so smoothly it was like he had hours to think it through. Victor shook his head. “They’re in my locker.” Potter smiled. “Good. Go get them, put them in your pants, go to the latrine and wash those fuckers within an inch of their life, every crack, every crevice, use soap, lots of soap, and hot, hot water. Got it? Then bring them to me, wrapped in a paper towel. Try not to get your hands on them after you’ve got them washed. Super clean, got it?” “Got it.” Victor said. Then with hesitation “Am I goin with you?” Potter took a breath. “I know you want a piece of them, buddy. But you let Battles and me do what we’re good at, okay? We know where we’re going. We know how to do what needs to be done. We know how to live with it afterwards.” “Thank you.” Victor said, no weakness or uncertainty in his voice at all as he looked at each of them with his jaw clenched, a nod, and a steely glint in his eyes. “I’ll never forget you guys for this. Any of you.” Victor hugged Zeus’s arms, then pulled them away from his chest to get up and go inside. Assmunch sat there thinking. He could see no other way. Anything else was going to fuck everything to hell and destroy too many lives. And his conscience wouldn’t allow this to go unpunished. Sure, walking away was always an option, always a consideration but on the scales of justice he had to weigh the fact that they were in a position to put a stop to these feral, rabid beasts in a way that was the most humane for the greatest number of people. Victor didn’t need to be dragged through an investigation. Lenger was going to get raked over the coals as an example and probably would have a black mark big enough to make sure he never went anywhere in the Navy, not for allowing a student to go off alone, one of the simplest BACSOP, that resulted in an assault and rape. Accountability. Lessons of Command. An example for future Stick Leaders. Assmunch and some of the Bravos would probably not be punished judicially, but they might be tossed from the course if for no other reason that missing instruction or flights because a rape investigation trumped putting on a parachute and they’d be sitting in chairs in offices getting grilled and making statements about what they knew before, during, and after. No, Assmunch wasn’t willing to sacrifice that much for that many in order to send this through the chain the ‘right way’. And from the looks on their faces, everyone agreed, even Zeus. Sleeper, he knew, just wanted these fuckers to pay, as harshly as possible. There was no weighing other considerations. Lenger might object to Potter’s solution, but he was smart and had figured out what this meant for his career. Potter had provided a clear, definable path through this mess that may not make them happy, but it reduced the collateral damage to zero. Assmunch wanted to have a long talk with Potter some day about how he was so good at something like this. “Can you do it?” He asked Potter. The grin he got in answer was chilling. “This is what Marines do, Assmunch. And we are very, VERY good at it. I learned a lot in Iraq, some of the most important stuff isn’t in the instruction manuals. One of the things I learned is that there are soldiers who don’t think twice about fucking other soldiers over, and that ends up getting good people killed.” “When we wake up tomorrow, tonight never happened.” Assmunch said to Sleeper and Zeus. Zeus just returned his look with a hard gaze. “I’m going with them.” A shocked look of concern froze on Sleeper’s face, and Assmunch’s. “Zeus, you don’t want a part of this. Stay here.” Zeus’s eyes never wavered. “They are very bad men, Andrew. Very bad. Very bad.” Potter shook his head. “You don’t have our training Zeus. And what we have to do, you won’t like.” “Will you hurt them?” Zeus asked. “Yeah, a lot of that.” “Good. I will hurt them too. And then I will kill them.” Zeus said. He didn’t grin coldly like Potter. His face was ice, but his eyes were burning with Godfire. Those eyes held no forgiveness, no kindness, none of their usual curiosity and innocence. A part of Assmunch was washed with great sadness to see that look. The five of them sat shocked to silence. The chill in the evening air penetrated to their bones. Finally Potter spoke. “Zeus…Gabriel… you can’t come. You think you want to kill these guys, but when the moment comes it’s not anything like what you think. Your first kill changes you, and there’s a piece of you that dies too. Some guys think it doesn’t matter and can keep going always looking forward, never back so they don’t have to think about what’s gone inside themselves. I don’t think you can lie to yourself like that, not in the way it would take to make it not matter. Other guys, like Battles and I, we accept the brutal nature of killing, of ending a life because as much as we don’t like it, it’s sometimes necessary. There are some who find they enjoy it too much, and they change too and who they were before never comes back. But all of us…we know we’re killers. This is not some act of justice, or vengeance or self defense, or following orders. It’s cold blooded murder. I can wake up tomorrow and run, eat breakfast, focus on the instructors and the Jumpmaster, come back and sleep just fine. You won’t. Two more deaths for me won’t matter. No matter which way it goes for you, you will dwell on it, relive it, see it again and again on repeat in your head. You wonder how many times you have to watch him die before he stays dead and goes away. Before the moment you’re certain. When the moment comes you’re either high on adrenaline or terrified. Some guys, their hands shake so bad they can’t pull the trigger. After that round leaves the barrel the doubts begin to sing. They sing loud, and they don’t stop. The image of their body going suddenly lifeless and dropping to the ground stays with you for days after, sometimes weeks. And this won’t be an enemy bent on killing you first. This will be two American soldiers, subdued and begging for their lives. You will have enough opportunities to kill if you see combat. I hope you don’t. No one knows who they’re going to be when they come out the other side. This is not for you, not this time, not this way. You aren’t ready.” While Potter talked, I saw the angry fire in Zeus’s eyes sputter and die. He lowered his head. “Okay.” Sleeper looked at Potter with an intense gratefulness that could almost be felt. “Sleeper, Zeus… why don’t you go inside and watch over Victor. I need to have a talk with Assmunch here.”

Chapter 27 Horse said “ I am not as toxic as Frank but not by much, I haven’t infected as many sluts as Frank but I plan on doing my best to better his numbers “. When the Pig heard that he remembered Frank raping his ass the last time and how good it felt, he hadn’t realized that Frank might have knocked him up that night. The Pig remembered that for the last two years or more his wife would not put anything out. She would tease him then go to sleep. The only relief was with his hands and toys until lately and he found other married guys in the same situation, and they seemed to want to suck or ass or often they wanted a load in their asses. He now wondered how many had bugs and either didn’t say anything or didn’t know. He did plan on seeing what he could do to his wife to get even with her. He wondered if she was enjoying his specially prepared toys. His thoughts were interrupted when Horse pushed up and somehow got another inch into his overstuffed ass. He knew that the massive cock was deep in his bowels by now. He cold actually feel it moving in hm like a snake. He quivered at the though and feeling. The Pig said “ That is all that will fit “. Horse simply said “ We will see about that. We need a little help here “. A guy came up behind the pig and reached around rubbed and pinched his nipples, until now the Pig hadn’t noticed how sensitive they were. The strangers touch sent electric shocks all through him. Horse said in a loud voice “ Man, his ass just clamped down on my cock. I didn’t think he had any control left there “. With that some guys gathered around. One said “ Let’s see you impale this Pig, I want to hear him squeal “. Horse replied “ Yeah, I think it is his time to know what his true destiny is “. They guy behind him told the Pig to lift up some. The floor was slippery with cum and who knows what else on it. At the same time a guy put some poppers up to the nose of the pig and said “ Here, this will help”. The pig was aware of the poppers and used them before. The guy instructed the Pig on how to really get a strong hit from them. The Pig’s head was swirling with the drugs and now the Poppers. Someone was pulling his ass cheeks apart. It felt kind of sexy and good. The guy standing behind him moved his hands from the Pig’s chest to his shoulders. The Pig thought the guy was nice, he felt the guy’s hands massaging his shoulders. The guy said “ Take a deep breath, let it out and relax and let yourself back down on that pole up your cunt “. The Pig stared letting himself back down on the hard pole. With his ass cheeks spread it felt different, it was definitely a hot feeling with the fingers pulling his cheeks and his hole exposed like never before. He was almost half way down on the pole and it felt great, he wanted more but figured he would never fit all this up his ass. The Pig was having a problem keeping his footing with the slippery floor. As he went down he stared to stop when the pressure inside stared. The guy that was holding his shoulders felt the Pig stop and in a sadistic voice said “ Oh no you don’t. Time to get it all up you “. The Guy pushed down on the Pig’s shoulders. The Pig’s natural instincts tried to stop this invasion up his ass but his fee slipped and slid away. With the added pressure pushing him down and his cheeks spread there wasn’t any resistance and the Pig slammed all the way down on the massive cock. A blinding white pain flashed thru the Pig’s body with the deepest violation and one could feel. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. He could feel the base of Horse’s monster cock against his ripped and tender rectum. It felt like the cock was in his stomach it was so deep. Horse grabbed the Pig’s hips and started moving his cock inside the Pig. He asked the Pig “ I bet you never had a death stick this deep in you, have you pig “ ? The Pig cold only shake his head no. The Pig tried to lift off this painful intrusion but his legs were weak and his feet kept slipping. This gave the effect that he was fucking himself on Horse’s cock. He would get up a couple inches and slip and fall back down on it. The pain was still there but it wasn’t as bad and it stared feeling strangely good With all the movements it was making Horse close to shooting. He had his hands on the Pig’s hips and was trying to work his cock into different areas of the Pig’s body. He wanted to make sure the Pig remember this for months. He wanted to make sure every time he shit he would remember the stuffed pain he felt now

Pozzed Cheerleader 2 “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy manpole into Jamiee’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride Pozzed Cheerleader 2 Jamie took Dan’s 9inch pole like a champion. I never saw a cock that big in person. George had about half his cock in my hole while Dan continued to sink his monster into Jamie. Javon held the brown bottle under my nose while George sank his cock into me. I could feel his wiry pubes on my bare ass. Jamie was starting to think clearly again and he muttered, “they are trying to poz us!” But Mike stuffed his cock back into his mouth and made him inhale deep off of the brown bottle. I did not know what Jamie meant. So I played along. I looked back at George without letting Javon fall out of my “gay for pay” mouth. Wtih my eyes, I begged him to fuck me. George did not care what I thought. He was going to fuck me whether or not Icared or wanted him to do it. He would pull nearly all the way out and drive back in all the way into the hilt. My cock was rock hard. I wanted to jerk off, but my hands were busy holding myself up sucking Javon’s cock while George brutally fucked me. Dan was fucking Jamie just as hard. Right next to me. Being very vocal. Jamie was sucking Mike’s huge black cock. When Javon said it was his turn. He switched with Dan and Mike switched with George. I went from sucking black cock to being fucked by one. Mike was bigger than George, but all he did was spit on his cock and pushed into me. I lowered my mouth onto Dan. The fight in Jamie was just about all gone. I was not sure what it was all about, but he was eagerly sucking George and taking Javon’s dark meat. Jamie and i were fucked by the two dark gods for what seemed like forever. My knees were beginning to hurt from the rug burns. Javon said he wanted to switch with Mike and offered us to get on the bed. Without ever pulling off of their cocks they lifted us both and took us to the bed then they switched. While Dan and Geroge switched too. Dan got behind me and took over fucking my ass. He rolled me onto my back and I guess he thought I was ready for him since I had gone up from George to Javon and now to the biggest in the room. Again, all I got for extra lube was spit. h/e stretched my ass wide. I could feel it tearing almost, and he went deep. I had tears in my eyes. He must have got off seeing the pain that I was in cause he drove his massive cock deep in my ass. When he did that I came without my cock. “Looks like we have another true bottom boy here, George.” Dan quipped, “you know how to pick them.” He continued, “We are going to knock you up and then use you to spread it across campus.” I was still unsure what he meant, but Jamie finally back to reality but too far lost in lust for huge cock to care. I will admit. I was too far gone in cock lust to care either for that matter. My own girlfriend could walk in and I would beg Dan to keep fucking me. Javon and Mike were taking turns fucking Jamie each power fucking him 10 to 15 thrusts each then switch. George was at the head of the bed slowly stroking his cock just waiting his turn somewhere. Dan was getting close to cumming, he began to hold up his stroke in my ass. I could feel his large cock pulsing in me. He was breeding me. He was knocking me up as they were saying. Dan roared and said, “take my poz seed slut, after tonight you are no longer ‘gay for pay’ but poz no woman will want you!” It was then that it hit what they all meant. What the biohazard tats all meant. Javon unloaded in Jamie. Pozzing his negative cunt as well. Dan’s cock still huge, but finally retreating from my used ass. He grabbed a champagne glass and held it under my slit and caught as much of his tainted seed as he could. Mike moved Javon out of the way before Jamie could push any of his tainted load out. When Dan was done I could see a glass half full of pink sperm. Where they had made me bleed from my first time fucking. George took it from his hand and forced me to drink about half of it. He ordered me to hold it in my mouth and kiss and give it to Jamie. I kissed Jamie, my first ever man-to-man kiss. I pushed my load into his mouth and he took it all. He swished it around in his mouth like mouthwash swallowed some and with me still on my back. He spit the rest back into my mouth. I swallowed it. Mike was now cumming in Jamie with a loud grunt. Leaving George the only one at this time who has not cum. h/e got between my legs and lined up his 7inch cock with my well fuck hole and plunged in as deep as he could. He jackhammered my ass for a good 5 minutes before he blew his tainted load in me. George withdrew his deflating cock from me. All four of them left the bed to Jamie and I to wallow in their leaking jizz, tainted and poz jizz. Jamie pulled me up onto all four’s and licked and ate my ass. My cock got rock hard. I thought of fucking him, but he pushed me down on the bed. “I am going to blow my last negative load in your straight ass” he snarled into my ear and to the cheers of George, Dan, Mike and Javon. His barely 6 inch cock squelched right into me. He pounded me hard like he was taking something out on me. He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. More to Cum love the great feedback And the hot chat keep it up And I will keep you up Joey

Chapter 2 Uncle King gently rocked his hips back and forth, asking Kip for more lube. Kip squeezed some lube on Uncle King's giant cock and on my hairless hole. Then, he picked up the pipe, took a big hit, and shotgunned me, kissing me ferociously. "Tweak his nipples!" Michael called out to Kip from behind the camera. When I jumped from Kip's touch, more of Uncle King's cock pushed into my hole. I grunted and moaned, while writhing away from Kip's thumbs and fingers. "Oh, that is just all kinds of excellent!" Kip laughed, a little sadistically. "We'll have to see if there's anything in that duffel bag for nipples. If not, my mom has clothespins I can borrow." The thought of this turned me on. I had played with my nipples while jerking off before, and always loved how it felt. These guys sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to using a guy like me. Kip took another hit, and shotgunned me once again, while still stroking my cock. I was beginning to rock back on Uncle King's cock a little, meeting him on his subtle thrusts. I guess he didn't wanna go for broke and spook me. Almost as if he'd read my mind, King said, "Nice and slow, Little Buddy. I got you. Nice and slow. Keep rocking back on that big daddy dick. You gonna call me 'Daddy' when I plow your hot little hole, Little Buddy? You gonna tell me 'Yes, Sir!' and 'No, Sir!' when I ask you questions while I'm fucking you?" "Yes, Sir!" I answered, already getting into the spirit of it. He grinned. "Nice. We're gonna have a lot of fun. First question: "You gonna get mad if we invite other guys over to use you this week?" Wow. The thought that such a big secret as this would - could - go beyond the four of us hadn't occurred to me. Of course, I'd arrived that evening expecting nothing more than a routine workout and sleepover. "No, Sir!" I stammered, not too confidently. Then I added, "Like who?" "That's our little secret," King replied, winking at me as he rocked his cock back and forth, with a few inches now buried in my hole. "But there are quite a few guys around town who have it bad for you, Little Buddy. You're gonna have a fun time, though, I promise! You just gotta keep this all a secret, OK?" "Yes, Sir!" I replied. "Attaboy, Little Buddy!" King beamed down at me. His voice sounded proud. Slowly, Uncle King pulled his cock out, followed by the beads, one by one - which drove me insane as they put pressure on my prostate and then popped out my hairless hole. Then, he quickly stuffed his cock back in the gape before it closed up again. With the beads now gone, he now had a couple of inches more in there. "Sooooooooo fuckin' tight! Goddamn this is some Grade A boypussy right here, guys." Kip reached over and spanked me hard on my right asscheek. I jumped, and as I did so, Uncle King's cock slid in another couple of inches. This was happening, and I fucking loved it. I moaned out: "Oh, fuck me, Uncle King! Fuck me! Put it in me!" "Call me 'Daddy' Little Buddy," King reminded me. "And call Michael 'big brother,' OK? I've always wanted a boy of mine to take care of me, but Michael was never into it. You're like the faggot younger son I never had, and the cocksucking little brother Michael never had." That was off-the-chain hot. I wondered what King might have done to try to entice Michael to play with him. Had Michael done *anything* with his dad before, I wondered? With the smoke, my thoughts were nasty and scattered. I imagined that maybe King had secretly given Michael meth, too, like he had done with me. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I replied, focusing, grunting, and thrusting back on him as he got a little more aggressive with his strokes. Michael was taking pictures like crazy. He had Kip grab the Polaroid to take more of those, too. Michael came up to my head and offered me his cock, as he urged his dad on and continued taking pictures with the Pentax. I was lying back on the bench, King holding my ankles in the air while Michael squatted down to feed me his big "big brother" cock. "Come on, Dad! You're more than halfway in now. He can take it. He's all blissed out and high as fuck. Just a little further, and you're gonna bottom out and take that sweet cherry finally! Go balls deep, Dad! Show this little faggot of ours how much he's gonna love getting fucked this week at both ends!" Uncle King grabbed my narrow hips and pulled me back onto his cock, rough. He wasn't quite as aggressive as Kip had been so far, but pretty close. I realized I liked it rough. He locked eyes with me as he began to push more steadily at my hole, rocking back and forth in larger arcs now. He was fucking a few inches inside me, for sure, and hitting my prostate with each stroke. "OK, faggot," King said to me, "Second question: name some other friends of Michael's that you have a crush on besides Kip here." Michael took his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. I thought for a second and answered, grinning and flashing my deep dimples, "Definitely Javon and Juan Pablo!" Michael laughed: "Oh, they'll be here later. That was a gimme and a no-brainer, the way you always gawked at them in the locker room while waiting for me to give you a ride home after practice. You like the dark meat, Little Buddy? HAWT! Well, they can't wait to sink their black and brown cocks into your pink, pale, hairless boyhole." Whenever I used to wait for Michael in the locker room after his practices, Javon would let his big black cock swing back and forth, hitting each leg as he walked. Whenever Michael wasn't around, he'd waggle it at me and wink at me, and say stuff like, "You ever see such a big cock, Little Buddy?" or, "Pretty little white boys like you shouldn't stare, ya know." I'd blush every time, but he'd flash his pearly whites and tell me he was just kidding, and that he was used to the white boys on the football and baseball teams checking him out. "Even the coaches do, so don't worry about it." Still, I'd always blush whenever he did it. But I always looked. Then, there was Juan Pablo. His parents had moved to West Virginia from Colombia, and his dad was a general family practitioner in town. Juan Pablo was openly into me, even around Michael. Michael often had to fuss at him to back off and leave me alone, but I noticed it always seemed to make Michael hard whenever Juan Pablo would "cross the line" with me. For instance, one time last summer, Juan Pablo had been one of the first ones off the field after practice, and had come over to talk to me as I sat on the bench waiting for Michael. Michael's locker was in a back corner. Juan Pablo angled himself so that anyone else coming into that row of lockers couldn't see, as he untied his football pants, fished out his cup, and waggled his massive uncut cock out right in front of my face, about an inch from my lips. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he'd asked me, point-blank, shaking it and tugging on his foreskin as his cock grew larger. Blushing, I shrugged. "Well, it likes you," he leered, taking my non-committal shrug as a yes. "Too bad Michael is so uptight, or we could have a little fun, you and me. Guys back home play around all the time." Just then, Michael rounded the end of the row, and stalked over to Juan Pablo, a pissed-off, set-jawed look on his face. "Put it away!" he hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else had seen. I guess he had a sixth sense about what was going down. Or maybe Juan Pablo had miscalculated the angle. "Chill, amigo!" Juan Pablo said, nonchalantly and slowly tucking himself back into his football pants. "The kid wants it, though. You know it and I know it." "There's a time and a place for everything," Michael answered cryptically. Now, as I lay there with his dad's cock burrowing into my tight, hairless hole, I realized what he'd meant at the time. The time was now - after my 18th birthday - and the place was right here in this dingy, run-down garage. It all made sense now, and was HOT AS FUCK! King interrupted my train of thought: "Next question: how old do most people still think you are, Little Buddy?" I blushed. This was a sore spot for me. Most people thought I was still around 14 or 15. I answered truthfully: "Usually they guess 14 or 15." "That's fuckin' hot, Little Buddy!" Kip whooped. "You really can pretend that you're Michael's little brother, eager to please him, and his friends, and y'all's pervy fuckin' daddy!" King grunted, thrusting more of his cock in, insistently now. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck, Kip, say more shit like that and you'll have me cumming in no time!" "It's hot as fuck, King!" Kip replied. "Give him all of that daddy dick, so his big brother can fuck him next!" Michael moved around to get a close-up of his dad's massive cock about halfway in my hole now. He told Kip to put some more lube on the back end of his dad's cock, and Kip quickly obliged. When Kip finished, he came up by my head and squatted way down for me to swallow his cock. Aggressively, he gagged me. "Breathe through your nose, Little Buddy," he instructed. "You can do this. You can throat my cock all the way if you try." I got a good bit of his cock down my throat, squeezing tight once his cockhead entered my gullet, before I gagged again. Michael was taking pictures of the action. "Holy shit, that's hot, Kip! Keep it up! He almost had it all. And you can see your cock stretching out his throat when you face-fuck him. That is so off the hook!" Kip kept at it for a few more minute, gagging me intermittently. I *almost* got it all at one point, then almost puked. Kip pulled out, as I gasped for air. "That was hot as fuck, Little Buddy! I'll give you a rest. Here, smoke some more." He handed me the pipe, leaning in to shotgun with me - kissing me aggressively and grabbing my hair hard to hold me in position - after every rip I took from the bubbler. Suddenly and without warning, King reached up and tweaked both my nipples, hard, as he rammed his cock into my hole. This time, I jumped so hard that my ring gave way and he bottomed out. I could feel his big nuts mashed up against my asscrack. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he hissed. I grunted and moaned really loud. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! That feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy! Show my big brother and his buddy what a faggot I am for your big daddy dick! Let Michael get more pictures of his little brother being y'all's boywhore and boyhole." Somehow, I just ***knew*** that I could push some of *their* buttons now, now that I knew some of *their* kinks and turn-ons. King grunted, grinned, leaned down, and told me to hold my mouth open. When I did, he spat in it. It tasted minty from his dipping earlier. "Look at you, Little Buddy, embracing the whole daddy / son / big brother roleplay thing! You're even hotter than I imagined you would be. I've known for years that you were checking other guys out - I mean, it was obvious to anyone with eyes except your dumb-as-shit parents - but we had to wait. Sorry about that, Little Buddy. But I know some guys who got into some deep shit with the law for breaking that particular Thou Shalt Not." "I understand, Dad." I replied, smiling up at him. "Good boy!" he grinned down at me. As he said this, he began to slowly pull out just a little, then easing back in, starting a slowly-building rhythm. With each pullout, he pulled a little more out, until he was longdicking me from tip to base with each thrust. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck my tight little boyhole, Daddy! Make me your bitch!" I hissed up at King, hunger in my eyes. Micheal piped up: "You're a nasty little faggot, aren't you, Little Buddy - or should I say, Little Brother? I always knew you would be. It killed me not to do anything about it. I knew you wanted it, and I wanted to help you act on your desires, but rules are rules, man." I moaned. My main crush had always been on Michael. Now, with him pretending to be my big brother? I was over the moon, delirious with horned-up, crazy, addle-minded fantasies. The smoke helped, of course. I was high as fuck, with all kinds of nasty thoughts running through my mind. Mainly, I wondered who else might be coming - or cumming - that week. And I wondered whether King had ever fucked Michael like this. It turned me on to think that King got Michael to suck and take his dick at least once. I don't know why, but the thought of him secretly slipping Michael meth like they'd done to me was a huge turn-on. "Are Javon and Juan Pablo really coming?" I asked, looking at Michael. "Yup. They'll be here later. We'll have to put the bubbler away though. They don't know I do this shit. They're due here in a coupla hours. That should give all three of us a chance to unload in your hot, hairless hole. Your hole makes you look so young, dude! It's fucking hot as hell, and it looks awesome stretched around Dad's dick, man! Just wait until you see these pix later!" King continued long-dicking me. "How's that feel, son? You like my great big daddy dick pounding your hot little boyhole?" I remembered the correct response: "Yessir, Daddy! If I'd known this felt so good, I would've been playing with my own hole all this time." Michael grinned and said: "We hid my bi mags from you, so that you had no idea how good it might feel to have a cock or something else in your ass. We wanted you as tight as possible for taking your cherry together tonight." That was hot. Still, I couldn't help but think of all the cucumbers I could've used. I'd heard boys on the bus joke about using a cucumber in the ass. Now, I wondered if they were really joking or not. King really picked up the pace now, pounding my hole and slapping his big beefy legs into my ass with each thrust. "Get ready, son! Here it cums!" he suddenly said, taking Michael, Kip, and me all three by surprise, I think. He grunted, grunted, grunted, and then - with one final total-buried-thrust - unloaded in my hairless hole. When he finished cumming, he just rested there for a minute, catching his breath. I was on fire with hunger. Pulling out, he turned to Michael and said, "Your turn." Michael waved him off. "I'll go last after all. I wanna get the pictures out of the way first before I fuck him. You go, Kip." Kip didn't need to be told twice. Shoving his dick in in one thrust, he grinned down and me and said, "Your daddy loosened you up real nice. Ready for another pounding, faggot?" King came up to my mouth and told me, "Clean my cock, son! Show Daddy what a nasty faggot he has for a son!" As Kip slammed into me, I cleaned that daddy dick, swallowing the first half, and licking off the second half to the base. I was in pig heaven. [Kip's rough fuck will be next + Javon and Juan Pablo arrive early + more guests are revealed or hinted at ... hope you enjoyed.]

Unfortunately, I'd asked Sarah out because I was feeling insecure about my sexuality. I'd recently masturbated several nights in a row while fantasizing about getting fucked in the ass. I committed to focusing my sexual energy on women. Sarah, a sophomore like me, had been not-so-subtly hinting that she was attracted to me. Oh and two of her friends said I should definitely ask her out. So I did. She liked the attention, I liked that I wanted to fuck her (even though she never gave me more than a handjob while we were dating). Still, I couldn't keep my fantasies straight. We got married at the end of junior year. Everyone thought we made a good couple. Things were fine. ***** We decided to spend our first anniversary in Las Vegas. We were both 21 and had basically never had any alcohol. I'd gotten us some kind of lovers package that included champagne on ice in the room when we checked in. We were giddy already--sin city!--and she giggled when I popped open the bottle. I filled up the flutes and toasted our trip. ***** "Oh fuck!" "Fuck that's tight." He was actually inside me. Jesus. I moaned. I couldn't help it. "Yeah, I knew you were a faggot as soon as I saw you." I blushed and didn't feel great about that. He slid in and out of my asshole slowly. I was breathing deeply trying to take him without panicking. It seemed like he must have the biggest cock on the planet. Fuck I did feel like a faggot though. I couldn't believe how hot it was to have this guy inside me. Ted. **** Sarah and I drank up the champagne like a couple of idiot kids celebrating an ill-advised marriage. We started to mess around and she slurred an offer to suck my dick. I was beside myself. She made her way down to my crotch... And passed out. Fuck. **** I was trying, poorly, to order a beer from a cocktail waitress. The particulars aren't important but I looked like an idiot because I was. Ted saw the thing unfold and sorted everything out. Ted was a big dude. Probably just 5'9" but 260? Muscly with a beer belly. I was slowly betting a quarter a play on the slot machines while chatting with Ted. At some point another guy came by and chatted with Ted. They whispered to one another and laughed. I felt like awkward and laser focused on my dumb gambling machine. Suddenly I realized Ted was addressing me. "...Hello!" "Oh sorry I was spaced out." Ted's friend was looking at me expectantly. I stuck out my hand, "Hey I'm ____" He pumped my arm and introduced himself. I immediately forgot his name. A generic name for a generic dude, lol. "OK don't lose your phone this time!" Ted roared with laughter. Whoever smirked and walked off. I realized, somehow for the first time, that Ted was gay. "So is that your?" "...oh ____?" Of course. "But don't worry, he was just letting me know he made plans for tonight." Ted looked me in the eye and then laughed again. I laughed weakly and pushed the gambling button again. I awkwardly tried to make small talk and quickly drank my beer. Ted helped me get another one. He and the waitress shared a laugh about something I didn't catch. "So you're straight?" "Oh yeah. Actually me and my wife are here celebrating our first anniversary." "Congrats!" he put a hand directly on my crotch, correctly predicting that my cock was hard. Ted was serious for the first time "Where is she?" "Oh well uh we actually had champagne for the first time and I guess it was too much for her so I just came down here for a minute. I really should be going." "I'm sure she's fine. You can keep hanging out with me." "....I'm not gay!" He laughed hard. "Of course not! Talking to a gay person isn't gayis it?!" "Of course not!" I replied anxiously. His hand rubbed my now rock hard dick through my jeans. "Going up to a gay person's room isn't gay is it?" My cheeks must've been beet red. Sensing my hesitation Ted added "he won't be back tonight." ***** "Uhh uhh uh." Yes thrust into me. "Oh fuck yeah bitch! Take my load." He just came in me. Bare. I jerked my half-hard cock and while precum steamed out. I tried to squirm away but he pinned me down, pumping the rest of his seed into me.

I was horny today and decided a sauna visit was on the cards. I packed my new french poppers and cock ring before catching the train onto the city. I showered and prepped and was ready for cock by about half 11. Well the next 3 hours were a bottoms wet dream. I was the only bottom in the place so I took at least 8 loads over the next 3 hours. The highlight was the massive 9 incher I took by a glory hole, twice. A tall skinny older lad but man, what a cock. It was nearly touching his knees. I went into the dark room and saw a glory hole cubicle was occupied, so obviously I had to investigate. Well, this massive cock was poking through and I knew who it was as he had the biggest cock in the sauna, by some margin. I went to work, sucking him to full mast. A very impressive sight. Now I never know in these situations are they only looking for oral but I had to try, a cock this size up my hole is a rare occurrence. So I bent over and directed his cock to my sloppy cunt, I'd had 2 loads in me already. He slid in like a knife through butter, fucking awesome. He built up the rhythm for the next few minutes before leaving a massive load in my cunt. I was well sloppy now, cum dribbling down my leg. This was the first of 2 breedings from the lad, the second was much the same, again through the glory hole. The other loads were in the sling and downstairs in the suck a thon room. I had a tag team fuck on the bench. It was fucking awesome, after which some more bottoms arrived and I had some competition. Well I was spent anyway. I headed home a happy slut. My last load of the day was sloppy seconds (or 9ths) to my fuck buddy. He loves a sloppy cunt. I drove to his place and he called me a dirty slut and a whore as he shot a massive load in me. It's still there now, I'll sleep well tonight.

My twink grabbed my hand and asked “where’s the sling?”. I told him to follow his bare bear. He trotted along after me and leapt into the sling. A chubby bear who had been following us walked into the cabin. At once my twink and I noticed the biohazard tattoo on his stomach around his belly button. Both the twink and I got hard at this and he said “I’d ask if you use condoms bro but your in the sling so I know you don’t. Anyway I need to BREED tonight.” He slid his cock straight into my twinks now cum filled hole and started to pound. He growled and told my lad how he was going to breed him properly. My twink reached across and rubbed the bears hairy chest. The bear leant down and kissed my twink then stood tall and proud and picked up the pace. He really went for it pumping the twinks hole hard. He slowed down for a bit and put my arm round him and we kissed – the bears cock still in the twink. After our kiss I said in a loud voice “poz his hole”. And that pushed the bear over the edge – he picked up speed grunting and then slowed down his cock swelling and he growled – take that poz load! He seemed to spurt rope after rope. He pulled out, said “take good care of my babies bro” and walked out.

Last morning went to a bookstore that is further out than I go. I went into the arcade with booths and found my first cock. His load was delicious and I loved the feeling of cum coating my throat. I went on looking for cocks to suck for an hour and got another load. I got to suck 3 more cocks but I guess I wasn't good enough yet. I'm thinking of going back at a later time to see if there is a bigger crowd.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): open pussy Your cell number (for texts only): 630-903-7916 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 60195 Times you're generally available: Weekday afternoons Age: 40 Height: 5'5” Weight: 150 Ethnicity: White

I am staying with a friend in Palm Springs. At the bar he introduced me to his neighbor so afterwards I went up to the guys condo to see if I could get some of his big cock he had been bragging about. He offered to share his tri-mix so I said why not. We flipped fucked for an hour but I wore him out. Too bad, his cock felt great and I really wanted his load but at 72 you can only expect so much. Still an enjoyable fuck. So my dick was still hard and I needed to load a hole. I got on Sniffies and five minutes later I was on my way to Motel 6 to breed a cumdump. Gotta love this town!!! Hot guy with a pre-loaded hole and a big dicked buddy. Had to eat that ass as well as fuck. Got fucked a little as well but not nearly enough. I got off telling him what a filthy slut he was and a faggot cumdump. Of course what I really wanted was to be in his position, with four loads in me getting ready for the fifth. 😜 Love a poppered up bottom. We shared his bottle then I got busy spraying my DNA into his well fucked ass. If this boner doesn’t calm soon I am going back for a second round.

I totally understand his feeling. My first gay experience was with a 9 inches dick hyperspermia guy without condom as I was 20 and innocent. First I was struggling in a pain as hell with tears in my eyes but the top’s reckless invading made me cum without touch after 40mins my deflowering. He chuckled and bred with a huge load as he felt my cumming convulsion from inside my ass. In the end of it, he pinched my nose and forced me drink the cum from my ass with a glass pouring into my panting mouth. Sorry, English is not first language and I might disturb you guys. Anyway I’ve been enjoying this story. Thank you Joey. Can’t wait next.

I gave a guy three loads today. We tried for four, but it just wasn't happening. 😒 Congrats on getting five loads from one guy! Would that more of them would have been in your ass though....

My bedroom this morning. Gave the same guy three loads.

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On of the most amazing fucks in my life was a man that had to be 80. I was in a motel with door unlocked and ad on Craigslist. About 2 am this thin old man shuffled in. Didn't say a word but pulled down his pants revealing a very long uncut cock. I immediately started sucking and he got rock hard. He played with my ass and I turned around on the bed and presented my hole. Without hesitation he went balls deep, proceeded to fuck me me with measured very deep rhythmic thrusts. He breathed a little fast then shuddered all over emptying a huge load. He withdrew, ann I got down on my knees to clean his cock. He put a hand on my head to keep me still, then pissed a gallon of piss down my throat. This was all in complete silence. He then pulled up his pants, patted my cheek and left. It was truly hot.

I tried to get the picture of Sam getting fucked by that big poz cock out of my mind, but I could not. He had cum in Sam twice and I thought maybe I should say something to Sam but the way my cock was feeling was making me crazy horny. Soon Brian arrived and I usually love watching Brian fuck a hot hole, but I was distracted thinking about that big Poz Cock. Brian bred him and left, and I got online seeing if my new friend was online and he was not. I searched for a few poz guys and could not bring myself to invite them over. I had looked at one of the guys twice and soon I had a message. I looked and it was a name I recognized. BreedNegHole, fuck this guy sounds like the other guy but he just puts it out there. He was 5’11 auburn hair and brown eyes and a nice 8” dick. His email came over and our exchange is below: Breed: Boy you need your neg ass breed? Me: No, sorry I just stumbled on your file, hot body btw. Breed: There is no shame in needed a big poz dick in your hole. Me: No seriously it was not for me, I am whoring out this hot neg bottom. Breed: Bro, that is my specialty. Neg bottoms! Me: Well, I was only lining up neg tops on PreP since he is on PreP. Breed: You are fucking with me, right? You know I am rock hard and leaking now. Let me come over and you can guide my big dick inside the boy while we kiss. I could not do this really, but fuck I think I must. My dick was rock hard, I do not think I have ever been this turned on and although I thought about cancelling him three times after I gave him my address twenty minutes later, he arrives. He was good looking, and he stripped and told me to feel his abs and I did. He then guided my hand to his stiff prick; he was hard. He then ordered me to take off his underwear and as I did, he said that is one hot bottom you are whoring out. How many loads does he have in him? I looked up and said five. Nice, you are a good pimp, and you are a great pimp for lining me up for you cum dump. He will love my nut; you should taste it yourself while you are down there. I quickly stood up; I did not want to suck his poz dick. He then grabbed my hand and guided it to his dick and said, you can at least jack it for me. I jacked his dick as ne leaned in and kissed me. We made out for five minutes and then he broke the kiss and told me it was time to breed the boy. I walked with him over and he felt Sam’s ass and rubbed his finger on Sam’s cummy hole. There was some cum leaking out and he rubbed it with his finger, and he brought it to my mouth, and he fed it to me. He had me transfixed and then he leaned in and kissed me again. Then he guided my hand to his dick and told me to guide his dick in Sam. I held his dick and lined it up and once his head was on Sam’s ass lips, I lifted my hand and he said you are not done until I am inside your boy. I put my hand back on his dick and held the base while he pushed into Sam and Sam moaned. Once he was all the way inside, he leaned in and kissed me and fucked Same in slow long fucks as he felt my dick and balls. I was so hard and leaking, the young dude picked up his pace and his breathing became heavy, and he turned to me and said, I am going to breed your boy. You want that don’t you? I just nodded and he said, you must speak boy. I cleared my throat and said Yes, Breed him. Within a minute he shot his load inside Sam and when he caught his breath, he pulled out his dick and used his finger to get some cum that was leaking out and he fed it to me again and then kissed me. He moved over and fed Sam his dick so he could clean him off and then he got up and dressed and left but text me as soon as he was outside. I want any neg ass you find boy and I will even breed you if you go off PreP. I touched my cock and felt the cum boiling and before I had a chance to stop it, I came. Fuck, I can not believe I just came. I cleaned up and got back to looking for tops and I found two other neg tops on PreP to fuck Sam before the older guy, that first poz guy hit me and said, five minutes away. Does your boy need more of my special cum? I quickly hit him up and said YES. His response was on my way. There I was it had not been too long since I shot my load, and my balls were tingling. I searched for more tops and ran across this tall lean guy who was very hot. I could see his big dick outlined in the underwear and his file read. Hung top, looking for bottoms on PreP since I recently converted, and I am not on meds. My dick got even harder, I was not sure that was possible, and I sent him a message thinking he would not hit me back. My message read, whoring a neg bottom that is not on PreP, want to come over and breed him? I was certain from his message that he was being careful only to breed neg guys on PreP and his message came back. Stealthed my first neg hole last week, it was so fucking hot. Before I could send him, a response there was a knock and the older Poz man walked in and straight to Sam’s ass as he winked at me. He pulled out his big dick with the PA and slapped it on Sam’s cummy slit and then spit on his dick twice and he slowly worked his dick into Sam and fucked him for twenty minutes and shot his load. He pulled out and cleaned up and then asked me if I ever lend out bottoms. I asked him what he meant, he proceeded to share that he had three other guys who needs ass Just like Sam’s. Would you let me take him home and use him tonight? I want to party him up and give him the time of his life. I stammered and he quickly took that as a yes and he got dressed and grabbed a blanket and wrapped Sam in it and carried him to his van and placed Sam in it. I handed him his clothes and he tossed them in the Van and then he leaned down and gave me a kiss and thanked me for the toy for tonight. The man stopped and looked back me and said, you know! Then a long pause, your bottom friend will never be the same again and then he just smiled as he hopped in and drove off. I went to answer the hot newly poz guy and he was offline. I just wrote, lost you. Want to talk more about watching you breed some hot neg boy hole.

Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

Sam the short muscle bottom. I like to whore out bottoms, get guys to come over and fuck them bare and dump their load in a hot bottom and leave. I had been courting Sam this hot white muscle bottom for months and he said he rarely ever fucked bare and although it sounded hot it was not for him. The third time I asked I shared with him that I had regulars and they were all neg on PreP and that it was a safe experience. The exchange below is what came from my third request and statement. Me: So, it is totally safe. Sam: Really, they are all on PreP? Me: Yes, all my buds are on PreP as am I. Sam: I am not on PreP right now. Me: Not a problem sense we all are. Sam: Yea, so how would this work. Me: You come over and get naked except for a jock and suck my dick and every time the doorbell rings you slip your blindfold in and a bud on PreP comes in and feels your light little body and either eats your hole or lubes you up and fucks you. Breeds you and then leaves. Sam: You sure they are on PreP? Me: Yep, I have known these guys. Sam: Okay, I am up for it. When? Me: how is Thursday Night? Sam: Good, I have Friday and the entire weekend off. What time? Me: How is 7 PM? Sam: That works, do I need to bring anything? Me: No, I have everything so no need to bring anything but clean out good. Sam: I will, you have buds with big dicks? Me: Yes, buds and I have big dicks. Sam: Hot, send your address and I will be there at 7 PM. Me: Great, oh yea, wear a jock. Then I sent same my address. I had emailed and texted buds about Sam, four were available but many of them were busy or had bottoms already coming over. I resorted to looking for guy online despite telling Sam I knew them all. I located eight other guys all young and hung who were great prospects. All said they were on PreP and loved fucking bare hole. Three emailed me back by Wednesday and two more on Thursday morning and I lined up my regular buds first and got info to hit up the other guys one at a time for Sam, so he had a great experience and because I love watching a bottom get loaded more than anything. Thursday came and I got things around, lube, towels, G and T (had not discussed with Sam and his profile said no drugs) blindfold, restraints (had not discussed them either) and some toys to use on him. I hid the restraints, T and G and when Sam arrived, he was so fucking cute. Blonde hair, blue eyes and an adorable face with a hot ass body. I poured Sam a drink and he looked nervous, and I spiked it with a little G and watched as he drank it and I offered him another and spiked that one too. Told him my first bud would be there soon so he should get undressed and up on the bed in his jock. Sam jumped up and almost lost his balance and I had to hold him so he could undress that hot little smooth muscled body and then to when he slipped off his shorts the hottest ass farmed with that dark blue jock was a site to see. He crawled up on the bed and I placed a couple pillows for his chest and once he was in place, I feed him my cock. Sam was a great cock sucked and I knew he would make a great cum dump for the night. I told him to stay in place and I went around and spread his checks and ate that little hole. Sam moaned and arched his back, he tasted amazing, and I tongue fucked him till I heard the doorbell and helped Sam slip on the blindfold and fed him my cock as my Friend Dean walked in and said, "Fuck yea. You outdid yourself this time." He got on the bed and bent down and ate Sam and made him moan on my dick. Dean loved ass and after five minutes of eating Sam’s hole Dean got off the bed and undressed and let his uncut 8’ dick spring from his underwear and he lubed it up and slowly slide it into Sam. Fucking him for almost ten minutes before shooting his load deep inside Sam. Sam caught his breath and then looked at me and said, fucking great cum dump, Thanks and he pulled out and cleaned up. He then dressed and left and passed Mike who just walked in, and I whispered to Sam to leave the blindfold on. Mike is a think good looking college kid with a fat 7.5-inch dick, and he loves to breed. He does not eat ass; he just loves to fuck and nut in a hot hole. Mike hopped up and pulled out his dick and slide in Sam as Sam yelped a little and I rubbed his chest and pinched his nipple and Mike started to fuck Sam hard and Sam moaned even loader then when Dean was and Mike slapped his ass and said fucking whore, you need my load don’t you. Anonymous cum dump for my big dick, fuck that makes me cum even more. He slammed Sam ten more times and then growled as he shot his load in Sam. I got a text from David, and he was delayed, and Ryan could not come for over an hour, so I hit up a couple guys online I had talked earlier. Dylan and Diego, Diego responded first and text he was ten minutes away. I took that time to give Sam a shard of T and since that went so well, I slipped him another before Diego arrives with his big 9” dick. Diego came in and nodded to me and undressed and got up on the bed and did not say a word. He fingered Same and Same moaned and then Diego asked how may loads, I said two and then he pulled his fingers out and slide his big dick slowly into Sam and he helped a little as that big dick stretched his hole. Diego loved to fuck, and he drilled Sam for fifteen minutes and shot his load inside Sam. Dylan arrives and he seemed to know Diego and they greeted each other while Diego was getting dressed to leave and Dylan was undressing. Diego watched while Dylan unleashed a nice thick 8” dick and slapped it on Sam’s cummy hole and then pulled back and spread Sam’s hole and began eating that cummy little slit. Diego watched while Dylan tongue fucked Sam and Diego said, fuck yea eat me cum bro (in a heavy accent) and then he laughed and walked out. Dylan ate away and after he was satisfied and lined up his dick and piston fucked Sam until he shot his load deep in that cunt and then slow fucked him and five minutes later piston fucked him till, he shot in his hole. Fuck that is some good pussy he says and then he pulls out and said the boy had to suck my dick clean. I moved over and he fed Sam his dick and let him suck him clean. I text everyone and no one was free, even though they said they would be. I started looking for other guys and I could only find one that said neg on PreP. He was 50 years old tall with a big dick and I hit him up. He was not exactly what I wanted to watch but he would due until the rest of the guys were free. I gave my address and asked the guy when he could be there. The guy said 5 minutes, fuck he must have been close, and I told him to come over and the door would be open, and Sam would be blindfolded. Seven minutes later the guy walks in and he really did not look like his pic, he looked better. He was tall and more built, and he felt up same and looked at me and said the kid is neg right? I told he was, and I said your file says neg on PreP and he said yes is all and he began to slip his pants off but left his shirt one and he had the thickest 9” dick with a PA. He got on the bed and fingered Sam with one, two and then three fingers inside him making same moan and then he led his PA a lined it up at Sam’s slit and pressed t and then pushed his fat head in and Same yelped and he pressed slowly and soon he was lodged deep in Sam’s hole. The guy knew how to fuck, and he slowly pumped Sam’s hole making the boy moan and whimper and after thirty minutes of slowly but forceful fucking the man shoves hid dick in and grunted and said fuck, I needed that. He worked his dick out slowly and then guided the PA out and it had pink cum on it. He went to the bathroom and asked for soap, and I walked over, and he had slipped off his shirt and the guy was muscled and had well-defined chest and abs and a scorpion tat on his left pec. I swallowed hard and asked him if he was a Scorpio and he said an, I am an Aquarius. I swallowed even harder, and I said you know Sam the kid you fucked is neg and not on PreP. The guy’s dick had gone soft but as I said that I could see it coming to life and it was soon rock hard again and I looked down at my dick and I was rock hard too. He leaned in and said, no reason to put my shirt back on. I nodded and he smiled at me and said, think I should fuck the kid again. All I could do is nod again. He walked right back over to Sam and felt him up again and then worked his dick in him again and fucked him harder this time but still nice and steady and twenty minutes later he shot another load inside him. He cleaned up again and then got dress and I walked him to the door. He leaned in and said, your bottom and I have a lot in common. I said yea? He smiled and said neither of us are on Meds and he winked and said he would be back in a few hours if the boy needed more cum. I closed the door and thought I should rush the kid to the ER and get him some pills but a text cam in from a buddy and he said he was ready for that fine ass, and I went back to Sam and let him suck my rock-hard dick. Could I possibly think this is hot? What the fuck. My dick seems to be telling me something is all I thought while Sam sucked my cock and I waited for Brian.

Decided to grab the train across Australia from Sydney to Perth and have a relaxing 4 days and 3 nights off after a busy year with work. Have always wanted to do the trip, and know that most on the train are older, so was planning to relax and when I got to Perth, spend a few days chasing loads. Got to the station and ticket was all sorted and I went to find my carriage. There was an attendant at each carriage and when I got to my carriage the attendant was a hot 20’s something guy. 6’ tall with an avg build but wearing the uniform of beige trousers (very tight and well filled out) and train logo polo with a stockman’s hat. What looked like short brown hair under the hat and piercing blue eyes with a trimmed beard. I almost got a hard on there and then. My thoughts went straight too disappointment as I imagined how good it would be (for eye candy alone) to have him on the entire trip. I am a 45 y/o avg guy with smooth body and blonde short hair. Nothing special but wearing jeans and t-shirt. He introduced himself as Adam and explained a few basic things before I was to get on to the train. I was thinking of how hot it would be if he was on the trip, and as though he could read my mind, he adds “I will be your carriage attendant the whole trip” out of nowhere. I am taken back by the random comment and am obviously pleased. “I’ll come by and give you the run down on the carriage once we are under way” He repeats my cabin number as if to remind himself. Others are lining up, so I get on the train in a bit of a haze and find my cabin. I have a private cabin with ensuite that is usually for two people, but I paid to have it to myself to relax. I settle in and am putting some things away as the train starts out and immediately there is a knock at the door. It is Adam (he must have come straight to my cabin first). He walks straight in and closes the door behind him and begins to explain the features of the cabin. “So, you are travelling alone I see?” I confirm this for him, and he smiles. I swear the bulge in his trousers is bigger, but I put it down to my imagination. After explaining everything he tells me he has a cabin at the end of the carriage and is available 24/7 for anything I need. He then looks me in the eyes and says, “anything at all, even in the middle of the night”. He leaves and I hear him explain the features to all the other people in my carriage, but he never goes into their cabins. As the evening falls and after I have had dinner, I head back to the cabin and shortly after there is knock at my door. It is Adam. “Sorry sir, I meant to prepare your bed while you were at dinner. I got caught up a bit. Let me do it now for you. There is not a lot of room, and he keeps brushing past me to do his stuff and his crotch is growing to a noticeable bulge. Sometimes when he needs to get past me, he puts his hands on my hips gently to steady himself and I feel his growing crotch brush against my arse, and my own cock is starting to go. “Is there anything else I can do for you” he asks, and he clearly has a hard on. But I am not sure of the rules and what to do and I stumble to say everything is perfect, trying not to get caught looking at his crotch, but he clearly notices. “If you haven’t been on a train overnight before, sometimes it is hard to get to sleep or sleep. So, please let me know if you need anything no matter the time.” He motions to the attendant button on the wall “I mean anything at all – ok” and he then leaves. By midnight I cannot sleep, and my mind constantly goes to Adam, and I know a good fucking and load from him is exactly what I need to sleep. I think what the hell and I press the attendant button. I am in boxers and singlet for bed. Within a minute, Adam is at my door in the same clothes but sporting a massive bulge in his tight pants. “I’ve been waiting for that call for hours”. Without invitation he comes into my cabin and shuts the door and just pushes me to the wall and kisses me and starts grinding his massive crotch against mine. “What about if someone else calls for the attendant?” I ask. “I am officially off from 10pm and that is what everyone is told. You are the only one I said “anytime”. And he grins and starts to kiss me again. I begin to undo his pants and he stops me and says, “sorry I need to tell you I am poz. Just got the results back a week ago and not started meds yet. So can only do oral for now”. He sounds a bit disappointed as he says it and I look him in the eye and ask, “so you would be pretty toxic now I guess”. He responds in a disheartened manner “yeah I guess so – sorry” I smile and kiss him again and continue to release a thick nine-inch cock from his pants and pre-cum flicks onto my boxers as I do. He seems a little reluctant and I assure him, “good! That means I have 3 nights for you to knock me up. No rules, no condoms and nothing for you to worry about. I want to be fucked and bred by you as often as you can do it for the next 3 nights. I want your poz babies.” You can see the relief in his eyes and without a word he turns me around, pulls the back of my boxers down and shoves all nine inches inside me all at once. It hurts a little at first, but he just holds it there until I relax and after a few seconds starts pumping my arse with his huge cock. He is fucking me hard against the wall as he is kissing and biting my neck. “Fuck it has been a week since I came. It’s gonna be a big load and probably fast”. And within a minute of that he says, “fuck I gotta cum – oh shit – here it comes” and he bottoms out inside me, and I feel the warm sensation of him flooding my insides with his poz seed. I reach around and grab his arse to make sure he doesn’t pull out. He seems to cum for ages, but also doesn’t seem to go soft. He keeps kissing my neck, breathing heavily, whilst still inside me and still hard. He starts slowly fucking me again. “Fuck, I told you it had been a while. You want another load?” I respond by pushing back hard on his cock and he starts to fuck me hard again and within 5 minutes he is unloading a second load in me without even pulling out from his first load. After about a minute, he starts to go soft this time and his cock pops out of my hole. This whole time is has stayed dressed. I turn around and kiss him more. “When are you officially back on duty?” I ask. “6am” he responds. “Good plenty of time for us then” and I begin to undress him. Before long we are both naked and he has a gorgeous hairy chest under his work shirt. The beds are narrow, so he lays on top of me with his crotch nestled nicely between my legs as we make out like two teenagers. He stays until 5am and neither of us sleep. He proceeds to pump another 2 loads in me overnight. As he leaves, I say, “so two more nights for you to knock me up right” and kiss him. I go to an early breakfast with a slightly sore arse but have kept his loads inside me. He passes me on my way back from breakfast and he stops me and says “you may want to change” and runs his hands down the back of my jeans. There is a wet patch where his seed has started to leak out. “or pop a plug in there”. And then he continues to walk on. To be continued…

It has been a month since I was fucked and took a nice hot load in my ass. I had been planning this trip. Was going to do some Onlyfans stuff then hit Vegas Video and spend several hours trying to get as much cock as I could. The guy I had arranged first was to bound me with rope whip my ass with his belt. Well that went accordingly but then he wanted me bound and to suck his cock. So I tried and it took me half an hour to get his load shot down my throat. I was so exhausted. no more than 20 minutes goes by and a knock at my hotel door. The guy was rather well built and easily 6’. I sucked his cock before he broke me over and fucked me raw until he shit his load in me. He took me to the bathroom and opened the speculum in my ass nice and wide and proceeded to piss into my open hole. the next guy was small in stature but once I sucked his little cock hard he was normal size. He mounted me raw as I lay face down in my hotel bed and pumped me until he too fucked his seed into my ass. The final guy was a bit on the chubby side, well he was fat. But his cock was so thick and once I sucked him hard he had no issue putting that fat cock in my ass raw. He pumped me for a few and also dumped his seed in me. When he left I couldn’t make myself go to the video store to play. guess I’ll have to plan another trip.

I find most of the guys who fuck me really love breeding dirty, slutty whores so they love my hole sloppy with cumloads. I think they mostly just love the feeling of fucking someone who is such a whore that they just took several loads from random strangers. my sloppy cumfilled hole is a constant reminder of what a whore I am. plus my pussy feels amazing wrapped around mens bare cocks when its full of hot fresh cum. guys who fuck faggots like me aren’t looking for clean, they prefer trashy and dirty.

8 for oral, 10 for anal and, swallowing mens loads at 12 and took my first load from a grown man/stranger at 13 when I was already a very experienced bottom and deepthroat cocksucker

Up until about 3 seconds ago I was pretty sure my favorite writers were Chuck Palahniuk, Neal Stephenson & Balzac. You fucked up my trifecta. You are One Bad Ass Literary Beast. “Human speech is like a cracked drum on which we tap crude melodies for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that would wring tears from the the stars.”- Gustave Flaubert

I'm not particularly concerned by having sex men of races and/or religions than mine. In fact, I've been known to identify as an "EOW": Equal Opportunity Whore, one who will engage in sex with men regardless of race, religion, creed or point of national origin. I'm considering organizing a "diversity" bang for my birthday in August, already have a northern European guy, a Hispanic guy, a Middle Eastern guy, possibly a Central American guy and an Asian guy. Just have to line up an man of African ancestry, and when it's done I'll basically have the full range of DNA in my ass. I've been with men who are into racial play, one black guy who got off on saying that I needed his BBC in my white boy butt, or something like that. It takes all kinds - a village, in fact - and I enjoy being with different sorts of men.

I will never forget the first time I sunk my cock into a hot, wet and juicy hole that already had one or more loads inside. It was liquid velvet.... and I still enjoy sliding into a hot mix of cum and ass juice and churning it up. Awesome. As a bottom, I can feel my hole loosening up with each additional load inside. It gets warm and slick as hell. Yes, I can feel the difference. So.. the best of BOTH worlds here!

Love a cum filled hole, feels so good when sliding in. Love to rim a well used hole too.

My preference has changed over time, when I 1st started fucking guys I was all about opening up a tight hole, and was actually disgusted the 1st few times I fucked a guy and found my pubes soaked with another guys cum. Now I actually seek out cum sloppy holes. I like nothing better than sinking into a hole as soon as the last breeder pulls out.

As a bottom after every load it feels better and better. Love the feeling of being fucked as it's dripping then feel another cock enter!!!

Hell yeah, I love to feel another dude's sperm on my cock when I'm fucking - best though is when I'm watching a group of men nutting in a cumpig's ass while I wait my turn - freshly shot mixed loads of cum are the best!

I suppose the thing is, tops who like sloppy holes will go to places where they will find them (saunas, cruise bars, sex clubs), whereas those that don’t will probably stick to more private settings (one-to-one hook-ups at home, etc). Last night at the Vault in London it seemed like every top there was looking for a sloppy, cum-filled hole to add their load to. In such an environment, it would have been odd to find a top who wasn’t into that kind of thing, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t plenty who are turned off or even disgusted by the idea. They just wouldn’t hang out at the Vault in the first place.

Yes, yes, yes! I cannot resist fucking a preloaded hole. First, it's a sign that you're a hot bottom, sought after by others. Second, I love the thought of mixing my sperm with the sperm of the tops who have come before me. In heterosexual sex there is the concept of a sperm war (see the book by Dr. Robyn Baker). Even though you can't pregnant, it's quite possible that sperm from different tops compete inside you. Third, the smooth, silky, warm feeling of a preloaded hole is better than what can be achieved with any kind of artificial lube.

This is perfect. I identify as a sub bottom. I feel that as a bottom it’s my job to find out where the man I am with feels comfortable. For example yesterday I was in the video store getting bred and I turned around to tell the man in me that it was ok to cum inside me. His response was…”I don’t pull out. You will get bred” I knew at that point that I didn’t need to navigate where we fit together. He was using me for his pleasure and did not care if I had any needs. He was alpha and I was sub. The way it should be.

Chapter 26 He was enjoying the stretching when the guy put fingers from his other hand in and moved them apart, painfully stretching the hole. The Pig couldn’t say anything because Horse was trying to get more of is mammoth cock in his mouth. Horse’s cock was had as a rock and the Pig could taste precum and piss leaking out of it. Horse told the guy behind the Pig “ Make sure this Pig’s cunt is loose, I want to get all the way up him before I blow this 5 day AIDs load in him”. He also said “ This time I plan on getting all my shaft in this fagot even if it means ripping his guts out”. A voice form somewhere said “ When you’re done me and my buddy want to take a trip in him “. The Pig heard this and knew his fate as sealed, and he was going home infected with all sorts of bugs. In his chem fueled mind he remembered his wife that never gave him any and partially blamed her for this. He knew he would be finding a way to get even with her and make sure she of some of what he was getting now. The Pig didn’t have long to think about this because there was a sharp pain in his ass. It felt like someone was cutting his tender ass hole. He mumbled a NO but with Horse’s cock wedged in his mouth nothing came out. He heard a guy behind him say “ He is about ready for you. I cut his ass so your seed can infect him, if he hasn’t been infected already “. The pig heard that and pulled his mouth off the huge cock that was trying to get down his throat. The Pig was moved to straddle Horse’s body, a coupe fingers found his ass again and stared massaging some lube in his hole. He expected it to burn but instead it was a cooling lube like upstairs. A familiar voice said “ I thought you might like this before your next lesson”. At the same time someone tied off his arm again. He knew what was coming and wasn’t sure he cold take this again. He tightened up on the fingers. When the guy felt this he whispered in the Pig’s ear “ You will need this, relax and enjoy it. You really don’t have a choice anymore “. He knew that they guy was right, the drugs in his system were in total control. All his drugged foggy mind knew as that he wanted everything he could get tonight. He was helped up and someone reached over and pulled the Pig’s ass cheeks exposing the tender cut hole. Then the mushroom head of Horse’s cock was placed against the hole. It felt huge and Pig cold feel the heat of it radiating against the cooling lube in the Pig’s ass. Something inside the Pig had him pushing back on the cock, trying to get it in his ass. It was an in-volunteering act of desperation. At the same time he felt a sting in his arm. He looked over in time to see syringe half loaded being injected into his arm. The band was released from his arm and once again he tasted that metallic tase in his mouth, At the same time he stared coughing and a feeling of a sudden rush was going thru his body. He sat down on Horse’s cock getting over half of it up his tight clenching ass. Horse said “ Damn, his cunt is gripping and milking my cock. I think he wants my babies in him “. The pig wasn’t sure what all was going on. He only knew he as in heat and needed that meat in his ass to filling him full, be his spun cunt whore. The Pig’s mouth was open gasping for air, not making a sound at all. He raised back up a little then back down. more of the cock went in. He felt pressure deep inside him, he didn’t think he would get much more in him. He reached down to see how much was left and was surprised to feel at least 6 inches let outside. Horse feeling that said “ Yeah, there is more to get in you. Your ass is milking my cock, I need to give someone my Five day load of AIDs “. The Pig simply groaned and stared rocking on the cock in him. His legs were shaking with the rush of the drugs and would not support his weight much longer. He knew he would need to move off this wonderful pole up his ass but at the same time didn’t want it to ever stop. Horse said “ I am not as toxic as Frank but not by much, I haven’t infected as many sluts as Frank but I plan on doing my best to better his numbers “. When the Pig heard that he remembered Frank raping his ass the last time and how good it felt, he hadn’t realized that Frank might have knocked him up that night.

Chapter 10 I decided I needed to take things slow over the next few days. I was daydreaming about Gino. He was hot and definitely boyfriend material. I didn’t even know if he was single, though I hadn’t noticed anything at his place that suggested he was living with someone. I couldn’t get that gorgeous cock with its big head out of my mind. And that sexy tattoo…. I briefly thought of risky sex, I felt well, I put the thought behind me, becoming poz happened to other people after all. My daydream was broken by a new message on my phone, from a number I didn’t recognise . It was a video of a guy in a sling, being fucked whilst a black cock pissed over the guys face. It took a few moments before I realised that guy was me, and it was the video Mo took whilst I was being bred by Phil and Steve. ‘ Phil wants me to train your ass whilst he’s away. Come round tonight’ the message said. ‘ I’m sure you don’t want this video posting on your social media, showing everyone what a faggot for cock you are’ . I didn’t want that as I wasn’t really out yet, but my cock got hard again replaying that scene. ‘Ok’ I replied. I was given an address. Later, I rang the bell on the door and it opened, Mo letting me in. ‘Good boy, right on time’ he said. ‘Strip in here’ , he led me to a bedroom. Again I was getting hard wondering what Mo had in mind. He took around 5 minutes before he entered, wearing a harness and a leather jock. He was clearly hung, even though he was only semi erect. ‘ Phil wants me to train you to take a fist. We have to stretch that ass of yours. Here sniff this’ Mo put a bottle of poppers in front of my nose. I inhaled and my head swam for a short while. ‘I’m going to lube you ‘ I could feel the cold of lube being worked round my ass, as my brain was still fuzzy. I was on all fours with my ass in the air. Mo inserted two then three fingers in me as I pushed back . ‘ You’re a natural’ Mo said. ‘ im going to work a butt plug in , and then a bigger one to stretch you’ he said. I loved the attention my ass was getting. He pulled the second butt plug out. ‘ Now a bigger one’ Mo announced. I felt him start pushing another butt plug in, this was much bigger, it was stretching me. Mo gave me another hit on the poppers. I felt as though my ass was splitting as with another push my ass expanded to take in the biggest plug. ‘Good, we’ll work that a bit’ Mo added , as my ass got used to the size. My ass felt full. Mo started pulling it out then pushing it back in, my ass felt on fire. ‘ I would love to destroy that ass of yours’ Mo whispered in my ear ‘ one day I just might’ . He pulled the plug out at last. ‘Let’s see what you can take now’ he said as he added more lube. I felt his fingers, two then three then four as he pushed in me, stretching his hand as he entered me. I was getting so turned on being used in this way, my cock dripping pre cum. Mo started working his four fingers in and out. ‘ we’ll soon work up to my hand looking at the progress we’re making ‘ he said as he continued to work my ass.’ But I think you need a bit of black cock and black poz seed in you now, to complete today’s training’ Mo climbed on the bed behind me before feeding my gaping hole with his cockhead. It slid in easily given my hole has been stretched ‘ you want this boy, don’t you?’ ‘ fuck yes , just fuck me’ was all I could say as he slipped his full length in me. He picked up his pace , slamming his cock in my arse until after three or four minutes of hard fucking his breathing became mote ragged and he started slamming into me much harder. ‘Fuck you’re about to get my full load’ he growled as he gave one last thrust and just held me in place as he emptied his balls in me. He stayed in me a while after, making sure my arse stayed stretched taking his length, before slowly pulling out. Before I could get used to feeling empty, Mo had pushed another butt plug in me. ‘ We’re not wasting that’ he said. ‘ Keep this in til you get home. ‘ I drove home, feeling the plug. It kept me on the edge of feeling horny. Once home I stripped again, pulling it out. I wanted to feel my hole, it was stretched. I could easily slip three then four of my own fingers in me. I pushed most of my hand in my hole until it became awkward with the contortions. I knew I was already primed to be a fist loving pig . I showered, playing with my cock and cumming as the hot water relaxed me. I slept soundly that night. The weekend was approaching and it was Sally’s birthday. The usual group were meeting up in the Molly on the Friday night. I had had a quiet chat with Luke as He intimated Joe may be up for a threesome though he couldn’t know that Luke had fucked me previously. I wasn’t going to let on if it meant getting my cock in Joe bare. The night involved lots of alcohol, as we got more daring. Sally confided that she and Ty were an item, and that gradually she had got to enjoy Ty fucking her in her ass. ‘It makes me feel so slutty’ she whispered to me’ I now understand why you like it so much,’ Joe wasn’t known for being a big drinker, but announced that if I was to have a threesome with him and Luke, I had to suck Luke’s cock there and then in the pub. I agreed, on the basis he paid a forfeit of my choosing if I did, and I would pay a forfeit if I didn’t. I had a cunning idea. So what were the forfeits? ‘ you have to have a bare ass for two hours in here’ Joe announced his choice of forfeit. ‘Ok agreed’ I said quickly ‘and yours is you have to come off PreP for two weeks’ Joe gulped . We all looked at him. ‘Ok’ he nervously agreed. ‘But Luke has to cum in your mouth’ ‘ok’ I agreed again. Luke shifted in his seat and covered from general view by our table and Sally, Ty and Joe , Luke pulled out his cock. I leaned over in my seat and took his cock in my mouth . I started sucking and licking his cock head whilst wanking his shaft, bobbing my head. I sucked for around a minute before coming up for air. ‘ Play with your cock, get close to cumming’ I told Luke. He started wanking as I kissed his cock again. ‘I’m nearly there!’ Luke whispered to me. I took him in my mouth again as I waited for him to cum. I felt Luke’s cock flex and then he was flooding my mouth with his cum. I swallowed one mouthful before keeping the rest in my mouth. Joe would want to see. I came up and opened my mouth, holding out my tongue, coated in Luke’s jizz. ‘Well that’s you off prep Joe’ said Ty with a grin. Joe looked shocked, ‘ok’ he mumbled ‘ I never thought he would do it’ ‘I did’ chipped in Sally ‘if it involves cock it seems Neil can’t help himself!’ The night continued. Then came the shots, Tequila and more. They always gave me a major hangover but I was buzzing. Rether than go to a club, we decided to go to Joe and Luke’s . Sally was all over Ty and I was definitely up for a threesome. Once there Sally and Ty disappeared off to a bedroom, leaving me with Luke and Joe. Luke and I started stripping . ‘ come on Joe’ Luke said. You know you want Neil’s cock. ‘ Joe didn’t need another prompt. He stripped and I latched onto his cock taking him down my throat as Luke sucked my cock and licked my balls. I turned so Luke could access my ass. ‘ mmm I’m having that’ ‘put a condom on Luke’ Joe asked ‘ No this tattoo says bareback only’ Luke replied, referring to the tattoo on my ass. Joe turned, so I could see his ass. I dived in to rim his hole, I was going to fuck that hole . I bent over as Luke positioned himself behind me , sliding his cock into me, and he started fucking my ass bare. ‘Fuck my ass Ty, just fuck me!’ We heard Sally’s voice from the other room. ‘She’s converted to ass fucking ‘ I said. ‘It may not be the only thing she’s converted to’ Luke whispered in my ear. Luke carried on fucking my hole , I’m gonna breed u soon Neil’ he panted ‘ Just do it, cum in me’ ‘ Fuuucckk’ Luke panted as he unloaded in me, making sure I took it all before he withdrew. ‘Joe, get ready’ I said. I’m clean, no rubbers’ Joe presented his ass to me, I lubed his hole before slowly sliding into him, and gradually picked up my pace as he stroked his cock. ‘ you want this don’t you Joe?’ I asked. ‘ God yes’ I picked up my pace. ‘ I’m gonna load your ass’ I panted as I could feel myself getting close. I was almost there when Joe came himself, furiously wanking his cock. That did it, and I came myself, pushing into Joe as I did. Luke kissed me as I pulled out. It wasn’t long before the combination of alcohol and having cum took its toll on us as all three of us drifted off to sleep laid across each other. to be continued ……………

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.

It should begin when the boy realizes that he needs to be penetrated. It's the most basic and important life skill for a homosexual. He should learn how to beg other boys for the privilege of having his mouth used as a substitute for a vagina.

Damn, so, now then, what is the name of this town and state? And do they have room for another bottom there ?? lol Great writing- I need the next injection, err, installment of this story, please!

I love a freshly shaved pussy. I've offered my tongue to soothe any razor burns or nicks.

I was driving an old beat up Mercury on the interstate in Florida with a rainbow decal that ran the length of the trunk. The a/c was on the fritz so I had all of the windows cranked down and my shirt off. In my rearview mirror, I saw a Kenworth directly behind me, the driver was a black man with muscular arms and I couldn't be sure but I thought he winked at me. Seconds later, I heard his airhorn and I motioned him to get ahead of me and he did just that. As he passed me, I caught a glimpse of his handsome face with a thick moustache. Two exits later, he left the highway with me behind him. A short drive to the truck stop, he parked with a vacant spot for me on his passenger side. Just as I opened my door, his door opened, clearly inviting me in. With total confidence, I stepped up and into the truck, closing the door behind me. Damn, he was fuckin hot! Short black hair, deep and dreamy brown eyes and full, sexy lips. His wifebeater seemed to be painted on and his cutoff shorts hugged his tree trunk legs. When he pulled me in for a kiss, I thought he could do a tonsilectomy. After swapping spit for a good 5 minutes, he pulled back. "You top or bottom?" He asked in a deep seductive voice. "Fully versatile!" I replied breathlessly. "Just one thing, I'm a barebacker, so if that's an issue, let me know if you want me to leave." "The only place you're going is into the sleeper cab!" He said as we stood up. placing his hand on my ass and my hand on his crotch. Stepping through the curtain, the sleeper was surprisingly neat, the bed made and lube and poppers on a shelf. I sat down on the bed with him standing in front of me. "Let me undress you." I said, rising to pull his wifebeater over his head. Unfortunately, he wasn't sweaty, but still I buried my face in his hairy pits, licking them and making him moan. He was throbbing as I undid his belt and unbuttoned the fly of his cutoffs, freeing his 8" uncut cock, a drop of precum nearly ready to fall, so of course, I licked it up. "Need to take my boots off so I can get these shorts down." He said and did just that. I used that time to get naked myself. Since I wore sandals, it was easy to kick them off and as I stood to pull my shorts down, I made a point to turn around. "Fuck, that's a sexy, furry ass!" He said, licking his lips. "Fuck is what I want you to do!" I practically demanded, always the bold one. "Eventually, and that's a promise!" He chuckled. Sitting beside me, he wrapped his arms around me. Noticing he still had his socks on, I bent down and pulled them off. Of course, they were damp with sweat and I couldn't resist bringing them to my nose and sniffing deeply. Lifting one of his legs, I gave his foot a deep sniff. "Ain't many guys get into that, so I don't bother asking." He moaned as I sucked on his toes and licked the sole of his foot. As soon as I put his first foot down, he gave me the second one for the same treatment. "You have such sexy, sweaty feet that I just did what comes naturally!" "When I first saw you, I thought it would be a quick blowjob, but somehow, you know just how to make me feel good!" "Believe me, I'm feeling just as good as you!" "Kiss me, so I can taste my feet in your mouth!" Again, he thrust his tongue into my mouth and allowed me to do the same. Together, we stood up and hugged tightly, cock to cock, while our hands explored each other. I licked and nibbled on his nips, moving my hands down his back. His ass was round and firm with a dusting of hair on and in his butt crack, My mouth was watering as I told him, "I need to eat your ass! Sit on my face!" Gently, he put me on the bed and sat on my face. In my happy place, I licked his crack like it was made of ice cream. Thrusting my tongue in his hole, I lost myself in his strong, sweaty, musky, masculine flavor. Deeper and deeper I went and he was the type of man who sent me into rimming nirvana and he cooed in approval. After 5 minutes, he stood up, saying "You got me close to nutting! I need to taste your ass before I fuck it!" Lifting my legs, he buried his face in my butt. He ate my ass like a condemned man enjoying his last meal and he had mad skills. "Can't wait any longer! I need to fuck your sweet ass!" he said, lowering my legs to his waist. Tossing me the poppers, he lubed my hole and his cock. As he pressed against me, I took 2 hits off the poppers. That's all I needed as my hole relaxed, allowing him entry. Wrapping my legs tightly around his wais, I pulled his cock into my ass. Grabbing me by my pits, he pulled me up and we kissed passionately as we fucked like only 2 men can. It was as though we were 1, moving in unison, establishing our own rhythm. His cock grew thicker as he spasmed in orgasm, never breaking our kiss. Spent, his cock slowly slipped out of my hole and I went ass to mouth, savoring the flavors of my ass and his cock and cum. He surprised me by felching my hole and snowballing with me. Basking in the afterglow, we kissed again. "I've never been with a man like you!" He declared. "Would you consider coming on the road with me? Of course, I probably wouldn't get any work done!" "You don't know how tempted I am to accept, but I like having a home that doesn't move. I'll give you my cell number and if you can give me a few day's notice when you'll be in town, you can count on more of the same. By the way, I do have a fantasy to drink trucker piss while driving." "If you're serious, next time I'm in town, I'll p[ick you up and make sure I have a full bladder!" We got dressed and I gave him my number before returning to my car. He actually did call 6 months later giving me a week's notice and he agreed when I asked him to not shower and skip deodorant a day before we were to meet. We arranged to meet where I could leave my car and as soon as we were on the highway, he gave me his piss and I drank every last drop. Aside from reliving our first encounter, he asked me to fuck him, We spent the night together and he gave me a pair of his stinky socks as a souvenir.

Last night. Hooked up with a guy at his home. I wore a baby-doll nightie, hose & heels and a ton of makeup. On his front porch, he put a steel collar and chain on me. Then, for 6 hours his friends came over and fucked me raw, Bit and chew my nips and licked and sucked blood from them. I drank gallons of piss. Then he went and got guys off the street to spit, piss and dump shit on me. Got more fucks, drank more piss. When he let me free I paid HIM $50.00. Well, it was worth it.👙💋

Nelson shifted his weight onto Raymond. The pressure caused him to panic more. “Calm the fuck down. I am going to move my hands and you aren’t going to say anything. And you aren’t going to move a single muscle. Understand?” In need of air and to find a way to expel the smoke in his lungs, Raymond nodded. Nelson moved his hands and shifted his weight off and the duo was briefly covered in a white cloud. Despite being treated like an object, Raymond felt his horniness levels shooting through the roof. Yes, he was a bit panicked and gasping for air, but he also found himself grinding his hips both into the floor beneath him and, in vain, into the man atop him. So many new sensations were bombarding him all at once. He looked up at Nelson who was once again heating the bong. “Remember, I’m in charge.” A nod. A smirk in return. Nelson leaned down once again to shotgun the thick smoke into Raymond’s waiting mouth. Raymond voluntarily lifted his head to meet Nelson’s mouth, but his eyes shifted to the right and left of Nelson, hoping to get a view of the new guest. “Eyes on me, faggot.” Raymond met Nelson’s lips, but instead of moving back, Nelson caressed the back of Raymond’s head and began to kiss him passionately. The white smoke plumed out of the sides of their mouths as Nelson’s tongue ravaged his mouth. Raymond began to buck his hips and grind his ass into the carpeted floor in response. He wasn’t thinking, he was just letting his body react. Nelson moved his hand back to Raymond’s throat. “Open up.” Without even thinking, Raymond opened his mouth and accepted Nelson’s spit. It was forceful and caused him to flinch. Raymond squeezed the throat once more then licked his face. “Swallow, faggot.” Staring directly into his eyes, Raymond swallowed then licked his lips. Nelson shifted his weight off and was quickly off and turned to greet his guest. Raymond attempted to get up but stopped when Nelson turned and moved back toward him. Raymond went limp and remained on the floor. “Damn, you got this bitch trained.” Raymond moved his eyes and caught sight of the guest. He was shorter than Nelson, maybe around 5’9” and looked to weigh about 160lbs. The guest had dark, short curly hair, a clipped and neat beard that was fashionably short and appeared to be of middle eastern descent, but Raymond wasn’t quite sure. “You know it,” Nelson replied and gave his friend a quick fist bump. “He’s a work in progress, but we’ve got all night to break him in.” Raymond wasn’t sure what that meant, but as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it vanished as the guest stood over him, his black boots on either side of his head. The guest looked directly down on Raymond, his head directly above his. His expression was hard to read. He didn’t look either friendly or unwelcoming...tough might have been the best word to describe him. As he was staring down at Raymond he smiled, the guest smiled a wide grin that was disarming. “Open up, sweetie,” was all he said, and Raymond knew what was coming. A slow dribble of spit made its way down a few inches from his mouth before detaching and landing mostly in Raymond’s mouth. He then bent down, used his thick fingers to scoop what had missed Raymond’s mouth and put them in the mouth for Raymond to clean. Raymond greedily sucked on the two fingers while staring into the guest’s eyes. He heard the flick of the torch and the bubbling of the bong. The guest removed his fingers from Raymond’s mouth and met Nelson for a shotgun. “Head back and get things set up, we will be there in a bit," he said as they parted lips. The guest grabbed his backpack and made his way to the back of the apartment. Nelson sat back down on the couch and commanded Raymond to assume his previous position on his knees before him. “That’s my buddy Thomas. Remember how you agreed that I was in charge? Well, he is now too. You treat him how I would want to be treated, or else you’ll have to deal with both of us. Understand?” A nod. “Good job, kiddo. You are catching on. But before you officially get to meet Thomas, you need to be properly introduced to this. Nelson presented a long, thin glass pipe with a bulbous end. “You’re no dummy, I’m sure you know what this is.” “Crystal meth?” “And Bingo was his name-o.” “I’m guessing today was your first time with it,” he asked while flicking the torch and melting the contents. A nod. “Cool," he said with an almost evil grin, no longer looking at Raymond, "Pay attention to what I am doing. I will show you twice and then let you try.” Nelson went through the motions, explained what to do and what not to do and twice filled the surrounding air with the thick white smoke. Raymond, on his knees, looked on intently. A slight sheen of sweat covered his mostly naked body. Nelson handed the pipe to the newbie. “Hit that 4 times. I want to see how much your lungs can hold, you got that, kiddo?” A nod. Raymond took the pipe, hands shaking just a bit. He liked that Nelson had called him boy and kiddo. He wanted to impress him. He flicked the torch, gently rolled the pipe back and forth and began inhaling as soon as the wisps began to form. He inhaled for as long as he could and held it in for a few seconds before exhaling. Through the white clouds Nelson smiled that dick-head smile, sat up just a bit and peeled off his wife-beater and placed the black cap back on his head. Raymond leaned back on his haunches and marveled at the man before him. The corn-fed white boy’s body did not disappoint. Though his flat stomach did not show a cut six-pack, it was a solid slab of flat muscle that was perfect. Atop his flat, muscled stomach, was a mighty set of juicy pecs that flexed and bounced as Raymond took them in. Covering his chest was a tattoo that resembled a scene from a Grecian urn: Six soldiers, three on each side, weapons drawn and advancing on the other. Nelson put his hands behind his head and teased Raymond by flexing his solid biceps. Raymond wanted nothing more than to bury his face in this man’s armpits. “He’s perfect,” Raymond thought. As if reading his mind, Raymond said, “Three more, faggot.” Raymond was brought back to the present and once again went through the routine and filled the air with another large plume of smoke. “Not bad, kiddo, but I think you can do better.” With that, Nelson began rubbing the crotch of his jock strap in an obvious attempt to entice Raymond. He needed no more instruction, and this time pushed his lungs to the limit and filled the space between he and Nelson with a thick wall of smoke. Nelson smile and pulled his growing dick from his straining jock strap. Raymond was transfixed. The cock matched the body. The thickness of Nelson’s cock was mesmerizing. Nelson gobbed a wad of spit on his growing cock and began to stroke. Slowly the mast rose to its full height. It had to be at least 9 inches that flared toward that last ¼ of the way toward the tip. Nelson spread his legs a bit further, jacked his cock and raised one finger, “One more, kiddo,” and winked. Nelson flicked the torch one more time and was determined to make this the biggest cloud yet. The molten, hot liquid was significantly less by this time, so he had to make this one count. Me made eye contact with Nelson and kept it has he began inhaling. Nelson, slowly jacking his now fully erect dick egged the boy on, “Keep sucking on that pipe, faggot. Keep sucking for me. Make me proud.” Raymond’s lungs were on fire but he was on a mission. Finally, he was beyond capacity and held it. “Come closer, Blow that shit all over this dick.” Nelson grabbed the base of his meat and slapped it against the open palm of his left hand. Raymond needed no further instruction. On his knees, he crawled forward, opened his mouth and placed Nelson’s massive dickhead into his mouth and began to exhale. “You can do better than that,” Nelson grabbed a fistful of the kid’s head and forced him down. His teeth grazed the side of his dick, causing him to wince just slightly. He yanked Raymond’s hair up while still keeping his dick in his mouth. “Look at me, mother fucker!” Raymond looked panicked. He knew what he did, but this was by far the biggest cock he had ever seen in real life and pleaded with his eyes. “Watch the fucking teeth!” he said with a small slap to the temple, “I am going to let you off. I need you to work as much spit as you can all over my cock. Understand?” Raymond was released and immediately began hocking up as much spit as he could all over Nelson’s shaft. It was difficult as he was beginning to get cotton mouth, but he worked up enough that Nelson was pleased. Nelson gently lifted Raymond chin with the tips of two of his fingers, “Now, you need to work this dick slowly, at first. But I need to know that you like it. Hard work and a good job, pays off. Got it?” A nod. Once again Raymond opened his mouth and felt Nelson’s dick head fill it pretty quickly. Slowly he worked his mouth up and down, getting the thick slab a bit further down with each try. His hands moved to Nelson’s thighs to steady himself. But unlike last time, no slap came. Raymond looked up and met Nelson’s eyes. “Keep looking at me, kiddo. I want to see your mouth stretched to its limit.” He punctuated the sentence with a thrust upward. Raymond tried to react by moving off, but Raymond held his head tightly in place. “I know this isn’t your first rodeo, slut. Open that goddamned throat.” He growled. His eyes remained locked on Nelson’s, but he calmed himself and began to slowly open his throat, swallowing as much as he could to let his throat massage the thick cock invading him. Nelson moaned in approval, leaned his head back on the couch and let Raymond go to work.

Part 3 – What’s In A Name? The next two days were rainy, so we all stuck around the house. James had returned home early the morning after his encounter with Martin. He googled his celebrity crush, talking incessantly with each of us throughout the day about Martin’s accomplishments. There was no secret of the fact he and Martin had left the A-House together, having walked by several of our friends as they headed to Martin’s. James found some pics of Martin in his younger modeling days, and promotional shots from more recent years. James swooned over these. While he shared with me some aspects of their encounter, adding that they had fucked again in the early hours of the morning before James left. The second encounter sounded more brief and tender, with James waking to the sensation of Martin sliding inside him. He omitted that Martin was poz and that he had bred him, though he did share that they had barebacked both times. James was clearly still star struck by Martin. He texted him several times that day, but Martin was working on a project that was due soon, and chose to use the rainy days as motivation to hunker down and finish. We filled both days with our friends and food, and even a bike ride in the rain. We clubbed both nights, sloshing through the streets, and skipping any late night pizza. Tuesday the weather flipped and was gorgeous. We were heading out to the local pools for the day, having connected with some other friends who were also in town. James opted to hang at the condo reading and having some quiet time. We planned to all meet for dinner later that night. I went to one of the pools with a smattering of friends, having lunch and a bevy of cocktails. Around 2:30 I decided I’d had enough sun and was gonna head out for a bike ride. Tea Dance would be quiet today, so I wouldn’t mind biking later in the day. I walked back to the condo to grab my bike and throw on my sneakers. I walked in the condo and headed up toward our bedroom to change quickly. There was an odd tension in the house, and I heard noises from the bedroom. I slowed my approach and crept quietly to the half open door. I was surprised to find James naked inside, straddling another guy. It took me a moment to place the face because he was partially obscured by James’ upper body, but then I recognized him. He was one of the people Martin had introduced us to in the club the first night. Edgar, I believe his name was. He was a handsome Brazilian living on the West Coast who did some acting and modeling, though it was mostly smaller stuff. He and James had clearly reconnected since meeting in the bar. I tried to be inconspicuous while watching. James was straddling Edgar’s midsection, with Edgar’s dick standing straight up and between James’ ass cheeks, the two slowly grinding. Edgar held a bottle of poppers to James’ nose, and he took a long hit followed by a second one. Edgar’s cock was thick and veiny, probably eight inches long. It had a slight bend to it, and got quite girthy in the middle. It disappeared beneath James who was starting to grind his hole against it. James felt the warm rush of the poppers fill his body. He became keenly aware of Edgar’s impressive dick against his ass, and he moved so he had better access to it. He’d seen the pics on Grindr, but they didn’t prepare you for the real deal. He felt the shaft as it now lay against Edgar’s abs, feeling the hot skin brushing against his own hole. He closed his eyes and focused on the sweet sensation, his hands resting on Edgar’s chest as he ground against that cock. He’d spent the past half hour worshiping Edgar’s fat cock. They’d connected on Grindr a couple hours ago, and it wasn’t long before Edgar was at the door with plans for a walk together out to the breakwater. Edgar had arrived faster than James expected, and he had to answer the door wearing just a pair of shorts. Plans for a walk quickly changed to making out in the kitchen, then moving upstairs to the shower. James had spent a half hour worshipping on his knees in front of the latino god before Edgar had him stand up and turn around in the shower. He would have taken James then and there, but James’ ass was too tight and the shower gel wasn’t sufficient lube. Now James was straddling Edgar, nervously anticipating their second try. The poppers worked their magic over James while Edgar pumped some lube into his hand, reached beneath the younger man’s ass, and lubed both the grinding cock and ass. James sighed deeply as the movements became more fluid with the lubricant. Edgar pressed his cock upward, the head searching beneath James for its target. Edgar felt the divot where James’ hole was hiding, letting the younger man’s body weight press him on the waiting cock. James gasped as a jolt went through his prostate. He instinctively started to press his weight onto it, feeling his hole begin to open and stretch. Edgar’s voice soothed him, “That’s it, baby. Let it inside you.” I watched as James reached back, guiding Edgar’s cock to the right angle. Slowly and steadily Edgar’s cock disappeared inside James. I heard James gasp as the girthy middle of the shaft spread his hole wider, and he paused to let the sharp spasm pass. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. There’s a lot of cock there to take.” James started to descend further on the shaft until it completely disappeared inside him. He rested there, leaning his head back and moaning. Then he leaned forward and kissed Edgar. As they made out, Edgar raised his knees so his feet were flat against the bed, and he slowly began moving his hips in a gentle circular motion. I heard James moan as Edgar opened his further, relaxing his sphincter for more pleasure. James began to ride the massive cock, whimpering and gasping at times as he tentatively descended onto it. “Fuck that’s huge! It keeps getting bigger!” “You’re fine, baby,” Edgar soothed, now running his hands across James muscled pecs. His voice was a deep baritone with a mild accent. James was starry eyed again, entranced by Edgar’s accent and celebrity status. Edgar was guaranteed success the moment he showed up at the door. Sexual energy radiated off of him. “You wanted my big cock. Ride it like a bitch!” James leaned back, arching his back slightly as he braced his arms against the bed. He let out a long moan as he fully impaled himself on Edgar’s Brazilian meat. He began working his hips and slowly raising himself up and down on the long shaft. “That’s it. Work my cock with that ass. Show me what you’ve got, bitch!” James began bouncing on Edgar’’s cock, driving it balls deep inside himself, feeling the thick hardness filling him. Edgar groaned with pleasure. “Fuck that ass feels good.” He opened his eyes and admired the younger guy impaling himself on his cock. He was hot! Edgar had been getting ready to go to the beach when this guy hit him up on Grindr. Apparently they’d met a few nights ago through Martin, but he didn’t really remember, and still wasn’t sure of his name. But this guy had the package — hot body, hot face, and big dick. Turns out he has an amazing ass, too, which he’d given up fast enough. The guy was still arched backward, his own dick sticking straight up, bouncing off his abs as he rode. Edgar watched the sculpted body riding him, the abs flexing as he worked his ass, his cock loving the hot depths of this guy’s ass. “That’s it. Massage my cock with that ass. Work it! Work for that cock.” This guy’s ass work was amazing, and Edgar felt felt his dick flexing in response. But it was time for a change of position so he could really satisfy his cock. When the guy lifted himself off his cock for a break, Edgar made his next move. Edgar flipped the guy around and onto all fours, his ass perfectly displayed in front of him. He parted the checks and gazed at the hole he had been fucking. Edgar could feel the guy’s hunger. He admired the hole another moment, fingering it, feeling his own cock get harder. He loved probing a hot guy’s ass, and this one was intensely willing. “Look at that hungry hole,” he whispered. The guy was taking another hit of the poppers, and Edgar used that moment to align his raw cock with the waiting hole. He slid inside with a smooth thrust, and started fucking that hot ass. Each thrust was rewarded with “ah!” from the guy, which inspired Edgar to drive harder. He grabbed the guy by the waist and started fucking him with a faster rhythm, his own balls slapping beneath that hungry hole. He looked down and watched his long cock gliding in and out. Without stopping, he reached over to his phone sitting on the nightstand and began recording his cock working that ass. “Yeah, bitch, ride that Brazilian cock.” He took longer strokes for the camera, capturing the length of his slicked cock as it slide in and out. The younger guy was moaning like a little bitch. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum soon! You’re gonna get pozzed. You want that poz load, don’t you? Don’t you?” The guy was grunting hard, but lifted his head enough to say,”Oh fuck yeah! Poz my hole!” Edgar tossed the phone aside, knowing it would be a hot video, and focused on his final pleasure. His balls were feeling very warm, and the pressure inside was building. He was gonna spurt soon. “This load is going in you, bitch!” Edgar pushed his hungry bottom onto his stomach, plunging his dick deep inside as his cock was aching for release. He was vaguely aware of the guy’s whimpering and begging as he was pounding hard, but he was really wrapped up in his own pleasure. Edgar raised his head, feeling the strain in his body as he pounded his Grindr trick’s hole. He held his breath without missing a stroke. When he released his breath, his cock erupted in that amazing hole. Edgar felt his poz load gush, filling the guy even as his pulsating dick was bathed in it. Edgar grunted and spasmed as he tried to force himself to keep thrusting until his body was simply spent. He collapsed onto top of the guy he’d just bred. I was still watching from the hallway when Edgar drove James into a spread eagle and seèded him. James was lost in the fucking he was taking, and odd mix of whimpering and grunting as Edgar pounded and bred him. They laid there for just a couple minutes before Edgar rolled off of James back and stood up. He started dressing although James was still laying there spread eagle with a cum-filled hole. I slipped into another bedroom as Edgar finished dressing. Edgar found his shirt and pulled it on, tucked his phone into his shorts, and reached over to slap the guy’s upturned ass. “Thanks man,” he said as he started to leave the room, uncertain what the guy’s name had been. I’ve already been here longer than I planned, he thought. He exited the house and walked to where he’d left his bike. It was time for the beach and swim after his afternoon fuck. James lay there another minute before he rolled himself on his back,, bending one leg for stability. His body was tingling, and he felt incredible, even thoughEdgar had made a hasty exit before James came. He didn’t like fuck-and-go’s and was hoping they would still go for a walk afterward. He laid there somewhat stunned, somewhat surprised by the quick exit, and still feeling incredibly sexy. He ran his hands over his chest and abs, then reached down to his hole. He could feel. The warm cum covering his hole. Edgar had bred him. The thought was both frightening and thrilling. He never took loads, but here was his second one this week. What was happening? After Martin had bred him, he told. Himself he wouldn’t bareback again. It was too stressful afterward. But here he was, a fresh load in him, and he was feeling incredibly horny because of it. After Edgar left the house, I crept back downstairs. I pulled out my phone and fired up Grindr and Scruff. There was Edgar’s profile, within 50 feet. The pics mostly looked professionally taken. If I hadn’t seen Edgar in person, I’d have thought this was a fake profile. His pics were awesome and displayed his toned body. I wonder if he ever did porn early on. I was feeling horny thinking about him banging James upstairs in our bed. James was becoming a little star fucker this week! I scrolled through his bio. 6’1”, 40 years old, single. My breath caught for a second. Edgar’s profile said he was poz. James must’ve seen that. I tugged at my cock in my shorts, feeling it’s stiffness. James had taken another poz load.

2. Bullfrog and Otter Boy Quartermaine’s familiar tattooed dome strode by the high trailer windows. A moment later there was a wrap on his door, and a low, “Get him out of here,” and then Quartermaine was gone. Jeremy, Jeremiah, Bullfrog—let’s stick with Jeremy for now—Jeremy nudged the old dairy farmer who definitely smelled like his livestock. The cot was narrow so they were right up against each other. The farmer continued to snore. Jeremy shook the old man again. “I’m up. I’m up,” said the farmer. He threw his spindly legs over the cot, bare feet on the grungy linoleum. “Up an atom,” the old man said out of habit, mostly to himself, blinking, putting out his hand on the nightstand searching for his glasses. Jeremy, already sitting next to him in threadbare boxers, handed them to him. “Milk the cows or they’ll be hell to pay,” the farmer said smacking his lips, making sure his dentures were still intact. He seemed to have forgotten where he was. He looked around at the trailer, then at Jeremy. “Thanks for stopping by, Shamus,” Jeremy said, getting up and going over to his small coffee maker, pouring himself a cup. He wasn’t going to offer the old farmer any. He needed to make sure he was gone before the camp had officially gotten into the buzz of opening day mode. It was still early enough that no one would be wiser that Shamus had been there all night. “Ya know,” Shamus said pulling up his coveralls, slipping the suspenders over his narrow shoulders, “you remind me of someone.” “Who,” Jeremy asked taking a sip of coffee, singing his upper lip. “My youngest. Bonnie,” the farmer said, tying up his shit-caked work boots. “Okay,” Jeremy said cringing while he felt his lip, “that is so wrong in so many ways I can’t even count.” The old man put a twenty on the nightstand. “She’s not as old as you but has the same round butt that…” “Shamus, zip it. I don’t need to know.” Jeremy was cinching his belt then buttoning the top of his plaid shirt. He put a strawberry-frosted Pop-tart in the toaster, then opened the door for Shamus. Shamus shuffled out, stopped at the door in front of Jeremy, saw that whatever was between them last night had been ushered out with the dawn. The old man’s stubbled face registered sadness, then resignation, as he patted Jeremy’s cheek and descended the trailer’s steep metal stairs clutching firmly to the handrail. Jeremy watched the back of the old man’s red #MAGA cap bob between the carnival trailers. In the morning haze, he watched the red hat pass through the back end of the half-erected carnival rides, through the empty game booths, and finally out the arch into the supermarket parking lot. Few carnies were up yet. He took another cautiously sip of his coffee. The September air was moist, warning of another hot day before autumn broke summer’s hold. The toaster popped, and the intense aroma of strawberries and roasted sugar clung in the air. Better than the cow dung and Old Spice that came with Shamus, he thought. He brought the Pop-tart out with him on the trailer steps and looked at the rising sun through the pink clouds. He tried not to think bad of any of the men that came to see him. They were usually old, married much too young, usually with a kid on the way, and stuck in a marriage that had lasted decades with no end in sight. As he ate the frosted pastry, he got out his ancient iPhone and clicked on the browser to bring up Craig’s list, how he managed to plan his tricks as the carnival went from small town to small town. He was hoping to reconnect with one of the college boys he’d hooked up with last year. It was by accident that he met him, thinking that the guy in the post was lying about his age, saying he had a swimmer’s body, and all the other things men said that turned out to be untrue. The boy turned out to be the real deal, the most gorgeous specimen he’d ever been with. The kid indeed had a swimmer’s body and much more, in anything he’d undersold himself: sandy blond hair, a peach-fuzz mustache, dark blue eyes—how many times did he beat off remembering that face? But the boy also had a monstrous stutter and large gashes on one of his cheeks. But he was also sweet, muscular, a wing-span that didn’t quit, and a bubble butt he could munch on for days. They hadn’t talked much, mostly from the boy’s self-consciousness over his stutter. The oddest thing was he wore a chastity cage, which he was vague, if not right down evasive about. The most he said was that he was into chastity, but it was hard for Jeremy to believe. The entire time the lad had spent in his sling, he’s poor dick was bursting against the metal trap. Jeremy concentrated on his butt in the myriad ways he knew, which was the focus that Ken, Kenneth—something like that—texted him he was interested in when they first made contact. He’d made love to the boy’s butthole alternatingly sweetly then, at times, aggressively. The boy had liked it both ways. There were only a few stops on the year-long carnival schedule he really looked forward to and this town was at the top. He licked the crumbs off his fingers and downed enough now warm coffee to get him through the busy day. He clicked on Craig’s list regional personals. He thought he should plan now since the day the carnival launched in a new town was the busiest it would get except for the tear-down. The tear-down lasted all night, a twenty-two hour day and then a drive to the next town, usually involving plenty of amphetamines provided by Quaretermaine and management. He scanned down to the personals section and found it was gone. He checked out another random region and it was gone there too. It had to be a mistake, some glitch. He wasn’t dependent on turning tricks, but it did help him supplement his living expenses. Without them he’d wind up with the other carnies who were dependent on the measly salary management offered, living in near-destitution in what was infamously called ‘the bunkhouse,’ a converted eighteen wheeler split down the middle, broken up into small spaces which only fit a twin mattress with ten inches of space to spare on each side and a mirrored medicine chest for toiletries next to the door. His life was a steady stream going downhill. There weren’t a lot of job opportunities for ex-felons, but he’d found this one. He’d hit his high when he was thirty years old, working for a start-up wind farm outfit setting up wind turbines all around New England. He was unafraid of heights, having spent summers teaching his little brothers to high-dives off a nearby quarry. Setting up these humongous wind turbines, with blades that stretch a football field in length, there was something meaningful and monumental he was doing, transforming mountaintops, creating renewable energy, powering tens of thousands of houses wherever his company sent him. He made enough money to send back to assist his youngest crazy brother who grew marijuana and lived in a teepee. The dope froze in Vermont’s long winters, but he was happy kid, so there’s that. But for one god-forsaken road trip to Canada to hook-up with a gay couple outside of Montreal, his life could have continued on an upward trajectory. He got up to pee in his miniscule bathroom. He flushed the toilet, washed his face, shaved, then scrutinized himself mercilessly in the mirror. At forty-seven, he’d once been considered attractive, at least his mother had thought so, long, long ago. Unfortunately, so did his father. Even in the midst of middle age, he’d kept slim and still had some of the physique he acquired in the prison weight room. His greying hair kept most of his mousy brown color. His face was slim, gaunt some would say, and had a sharp chin with a big, wide lips. He’d maintained his undetectable positive status ever since he converted, never knowing if it was from sharing needles or unprotected sex, but what did it matter? He caught the bug, but it was under control. There were bags under his eyes this morning from Shamus waking him up all night wanting him to fuck him every which way every couple of hours. He’d finally gotten a straight four hours, from two to six, when Quartermaine had pounded on the side of his trailer. Throughout the day, as usual, he was all professional, worked well with the other carnies and ride operators, the staff at concessions, and all the performers from the Big Top to the Freak Show. Because he wasn’t afraid of heights the Ferris wheel and Hammer ride operators always wanted his help. He made the final electrical connections on the Hammer’s lighting, and still had time to dress his own joint, the ‘knock three dolls down and get a prize’ booth, before the carnival flicked on its lights at exactly three o’clock to begin opening day operations. He brushed out the knockdown dolls’ deceptively long hair and wedged them between the front piece of wood and the hidden backstop that made them next-to-impossible to knock down for some worthless prize that the marks were so eager to get for their girl. But the rubes kept coming and over the last couple of years he’d learned a good bit of patter to keep his joint one of the top money-makers. The couple in Montreal had the usual stupid screen names common for the site he was on: dirtypig4u and VelvetHole. He had their address on his phone with directions; he also had a shit-load of nasty porn on it, which he didn’t really think about as he crossed the Canadian border. He’d just taken a Viagra at a McDonalds down the road as his Subaru pulled up to the first border agent, a young Asian-Canadian woman. She looked bored and asked where he was staying. He said he hadn’t made a reservation but he thought he’d stay in a Montreal hotel. She looked at him suspiciously and told him to pull over to an area at the border patrol offices. He followed her direction and pulled into one of the docks. Two border guards were waiting for him, asking him to get out of his car. They were both nice, respectful, almost apologetic about the delay. The first officer had tattoos covering his arms up to his neck, and the other one was extremely handsome with a close cropped dark head of hair. They were a pleasant distraction until they asked him for any electronic equipment. “Like my phone?” Jeremy asked, a little apprehensive. The handsome one nodded, and he turned over his phone giving him the access code, and warning him that there was porn on it. They asked him to step inside. They then proceeded to tear the car apart end to end. The tattooed agent brought back several bottles of poppers and asked what the bottles contained. He told him the contents, saying feebly that he hoped he’d get lucky. The tattooed guy looked less friendly after that. They were both gone for about an hour leaving him in a benchless waiting area. When they returned they were stone-faced and asked that he follow them. He felt trapped like a mouse in a maze, a maze that had only one path to walk down knowing this wasn’t going to end well. They took him into a windowless room and asked he take off his shoes. He did and the handsome one motioned for him to slide them over to him. He complied as the tattooed agent read him his right and asked if he understood that they were detaining him for suspicion of trafficking in child pornography. His heart stopped. To back up for a second. He’d had a major run-in with the law before stemming from a hunting accident when he was fourteen. Hunting trips with his father always ended up in their two-man pup tent and was always where sexual abuse took place. It had been going on since he could remember and it was never anything he looked forward to. Quite the opposite. He came up with any excuse he could think of to get out of going, but never to any avail. Even his mother put pressure on him to spend some time with his hard-working father who only asked that his oldest son go out the first day of deer season with him. What changed on this particular hunting trip was after his father had finished with him, as he was drifting off after his fourth beer, he started mumbling about how old Jeremiah was getting, and how Jacob, who’d just turn nine, or maybe even better, Jasper, who was six-and-a-half, might enjoy coming with him next year in his place. Jeremy was able to convince the sheriffs, but not his mother, that his father had accidentally taken a bullet to the head as he hid, unseen by Jeremiah, in the brush. It’s possibly she knew what was happening between her husband and son by a million small details but never said a word. She also never said anything to the sheriffs in her home about her suspicions, nothing at the funeral, not a word at the courthouse. Not one word ever. But she never treated him the same after the incident, only found excuse after excuse to keep his younger brothers away from him. She encouraged Jeremy to graduate early, get his electrical engineering certificate his last year in high school, and leave the house the day he graduated. He was not unwelcome in her house, especially around holidays when his brothers begged him to come home, but neither was he especially warmly welcomed. A kiss on the cheek on entering and leaving, a Tupperware of leftovers, but not an inch more of affection than was necessary. So the father-son pornography he’d harvested on his phone was buried deep in his history and his character. The Canadian shrink who interviewed him prior to trial asked him whom in the photos he identified with. He told her the boys, and he argued that he thought none of them were underage. He wasn’t into kiddy porn, he pleaded. But the ages of the kids in the photos were questionable enough, it didn’t matter whom he identified with. Child pornography is child abuse, argued the Canadian Crown Attorney. She wasn’t interested in the psychiatric deposition his attorney tried to put, unsuccessfully, into evidence. So he did his time, labeled a child sexual predator, the lowest of scum in the prison hierarchy, beaten, raped, infected, unemployable once outside, until he found a job at the dime toss booth, turning penny-ante tricks on the side for extra money, sucking off old men who smelled of Brylcreme and Aqua Velva, because they were coming into town for a ‘date’ and having a nice piece of cheap flesh that reminded them of their daughter. He placed the last knockdown doll on the top shelf, secured it in place. He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a migraine coming on. Now that Craig’s list no longer did personal ads, how long before he took up room in the Bunkhouse? How similar were those eight by twelve foot rooms to the cell he did time in? How much lower could his life go? “Jeremiah was a b-b-bullfrog,” sang a voice behind him. “Hello, B-bullfrog.” Kenworth Paxton. He remembered the name even before turning around. As he spun around, he fretted that he’d aged unrecognizably in the last year, was afraid of being looked at by a creature he remembered being so astonishingly perfect, scarred but perfect in every way. The boy was the same, a little taller maybe, a bit broader in his chest if that were possible, same scars on his cheek, and wet, shoulder-length sandy blond hair, longer than the previous year before. But the length suited him, framed his face, his beautiful imperfectly-perfect face. He came over and leaned on the red lip of his booth, his fingertips just brushing the lad’s. His smile was from ear to ear. He felt an immediate rousing desire in his groin for the young man, but an even stronger desire to just lean there for hours, taking him in. A full year of imagining him and now, here he was, made flesh, even more ideal than what was indelible in his mind. “You look…” Jeremy couldn’t find the words. He noticed drips of water coming off his hair onto his collar. “You look wet,” he laughed. “I c-c-came right after try-tryouts. I’m al-al-alternate goal-goalkeeper this year,” he beamed. “That’s fantastic, man. Congratulations!” Jeremy enthused, clasping his hand, an excuse to hold him, to feel how real he was. He rocked his head acknowledging that he really was here, that he showed up. He didn’t quite know what a goalkeeper was—he guessed soccer—but if the kid was happy, and the smile spread across his face said he was, then so was he. Ecstatically happy. “So how you been?” “G-good,” the young man said, looking at Jeremy hungrily. He looked back at him the same. “So can you come by tonight? Meet me later?” Jeremy’s face clouded for a second, coming down to earth. “Nah, you’ll probably be with all your friends tonight. First night of the carnival and all.” “No. Yeah. I can m-m-meet you,” he said. The kid began to shuffle his feet. “Like is t-t-ten okay?” he blinked hard to spit out his proposition. “Yeah, yeah,” said Jeremy happily. He kept nodding his head practically disbelieving who was before him. The kid was just as happy to see him too, starting to pick up Jeremy’s head bobbing until both of them were bobbing in synch together, very happy to see each other. There was a pause between them, not of awkwardness but a hint at a mutual anticipation for what ten o’clock would hold. “Yeah, ten. Perfect. Here or at my trailer? Yeah, let’s meet at my trailer. You remember which one it is? The green one? Small, has flowers painted under the window?” “Couldn’t forget it,” Kenworth Paxton said. “Best night of my life.” “Best night of your life?” Jeremy noted he hadn’t stuttered. “Best night of my life. That is until tonight, I promise you that.” The kid really seemed to be happy seeing him again. Whenever he allowed himself the luxury of thinking about Kenworth Paxton he figured he’d forgotten him, or got interested in someone else, college flings, but he seemed to have the same connection right now that he had the week he’d been here a year ago. Should he have kept up writing to him? Texting him? That would’ve been presumptuous, weird. The kid was a baby, he was a middle age, part-time hustler who worked as a carnie. What could possibly go wrong? “So, yeah, ten. Okay.” Both their heads were still bobbing. “Bullfrog!” yelled a burly, red plaid shirt-wearing, bearded lumberjack, coming up to Jeremy’s joint. “Hey kid,” he said, noticing their bobbing heads. Then to Jeremy he said, “If I can tear you away, we need you pronto on Big Eli.” “Be right there.” The lumberjack spun on his toe, not before giving the kid another once over, and then headed back to the back lot. “I got to go help with the Ferris wheel...so ten then.” Jeremy wanted to whisk Kenworth Paxton straight back to his trailer and throw his legs in his sling and have at him for the next week straight. Instead, he brushed the boy’s knuckles, and hollered over to Ronnette, his neighbor with a dart throwing booth, if she’s keep an eye out on his junk. She said sure and wiggled her arched brows. He always used the gate at the back of his booth to get out, but today he spontaneously hopped over the booth’s lip next to Kenworth Paxton, to smell him, to size him up. He put his hands on the kid’s shoulder and gave him a tight, quick squeeze. He didn’t care who saw. He cocked a thumb at the rides. “Gotta go,” he said transfixed, not moving. Kenworth Paxton smiled once more, and Jeremy ripped himself away from the spot, and headed to the back lot with a grin he wouldn’t shake the rest of the day. As he stood at the top of Big Eli replacing the Ferris wheel’s burned out neon light, seventy feet in the air, both feet solidly anchored between two beams, overlooking the small town below, the college off in the distance, the green forest hills beyond, standing atop his entire world, nothing, no one remotely as high as him at that moment, he wondered if the kid was still committed to that damn little chastity cage? And if so, how was he going to get it off him? *** Marlon Reznor swaggered down the sidewalk leading the pack. House, that is, Trent van der Haus and Steve Reynolds, head bent under his hoodies, still texting, walked side by side, but not talking. Tommy Derkheim was the only one chirping away behind them all, asking his teammates what they want to do first at the carnival. He thought the Hammer ride should be their first stop, and then maybe the freak show. He was really just excited they’d invited him along. “Freak show,” Steve Reynolds mumbled under his hoodie. House nodded his large head in agreement. Raznor cut through one group of geeky boys and then another group of girls coming back from the fair, giggling, eating cotton candy, one girl’s hair exactly matching its pink color. Raznor stroked his chin fuzz, looked back at Tommy and the diamond their quartet made slicing down the sidewalk. “House of mirrors first,” he said taking out a joint, to which House and Reynolds nodded and Tommy shrugged happily. They finished the joint as they walked through the fair’s archway, passing Dr. Moreau’s House of Curiosities, i.e., the freak show, just as a woman in a flesh-colored bathing suit adorned with shiny dangling bangles, and draped with an albino boa constrictor, was leaving the small stage in front of the tent and a scaly lizard-man was climbing onto it. The bald barker, a large man with a blue tattooed scalp that had a dome of stars and constellations from his chin to the back of his neck etched on his face and head, was in the middle of his patter. “Some applause for the beautiful Misty Morning and her serpent Houdini, who can get into and out of the tightest of places. The girl your friends and neighbors are talking about, with an act with which they can only whisper. Man oh man, she’s got all the things a girl should have, and she’s gonna shake ‘em loose like a bucket of juice!” Misty shook her ample butt with all her bangles jangling before disappearing behind the tent flap. “And Larry the Lizard Man, who suffers the persecution of unjust inequity a man or lizard could endure.” Larry, in a large pair of trousers with a cutout accommodating his large reptilian tail, sat on a stool and stared at Tommy. His split tongue slithered out as it darted out over a mouth that stretched from wide across his jaw. His black diamond-shaped pupils unnerved Tommy and Tommy tugged at Raznor’s shirt wanting to go. “Looks like Lizard Man like our Otter Boy,” Raznor taunted his small teammate. ‘Otter’ was the name the team called him, a name that followed him from his family, where anytime he was in water he was in bliss, a small otter who flipped and spun off diving boards effortlessly, gracefully, playfully, sometimes recklessly in the chances he’d take on a dive. Third string on the water polo team last year, but who’d won enough first and second places at last year’s diving competitions, that he was wholly embraced by the team. Otter was the man! “C’mon, Raz. He gives me the creeps,” Tommy said, trying to act casual but his reedy voice betrayed real distress beneath his plea. Steve Reynolds held his phone aloft and snapped a photo of him and Tommy with the lizard man in the background. Reynolds scrutinized himself in the pic, decided it was good enough to post, clicked share, saying, “I googled it and these freak show lizard-men mostly suffer from extreme ichthyosis. Probably has some body mods like that split tongue. I think we should do the show, maybe introduce Otter to him.” “No,” Tommy begged, pulling on House’s shirt, the only one who never teased him. House made a face of disdain at Reynolds, and led the way to the House of Mirrors. He pulled out a second joint, lit it up and passed it around as they took a circuitous route through a bunch of trailers to get to a ticket booth. House collected money from each of them, and at the House of Mirrors, handed over the tickets to the fun house attendant. A very stoned Reznor, Reynolds, House, and Tommy filed in. Reznor immediately ditched them, whipping around some glass to get away from the group. As the remaining trio wound through the maze, Reznor snuck up on Tommy and jumped him, making Tommy scream and fall into House. Reynolds broke off and went his own way, House went another, and soon the four of them were exploring confusing corridors of reflections and glass partitions alone, laughing and jumping on each other when they reconnected. Sometimes they found each other with a touch, but more often they thought one of them was at an arm’s distance away only to find themselves bumping into glass. At the center was a black room of warped mirrors that made the foursome look lean and tall as giants, others that made them look like dwarves with tiny legs. Tommy and the others laughed at their reflections, knocking each other around the black room, pointing in the mirrors, taking overhead picture on their phones, seeing who could make the most warped photo. Raznor got bored and headed out, then House followed, Reynolds took a third path leaving Tommy behind only for a second. An unseen hand swiveled a pane of glass, cutting Tommy off from his friends. He followed this new path into the back of the ride and watched his teammates in the distance, cutoff first by two rows of glass, then three, then he didn’t see them anymore. He met his reflection, then his reflection’s reflection, then himself reflected until he was surrounded by an army of Tommys, saw himself in every direction and saw nothing but himself. “Guys!” he said loudly as he stumbled through the glass and mirrors. “Guys!” he shouted. He heard the other boy’s laughter dying away, replaced by music from the carousel. There was mist at his feet. Gas climbed slowly up the glass. He coughed and started to feel dizzy and a little faint. He ran through the maze quicker, looking for a way out, looking for some shred of the outside world, but all he saw was more glass, more dead ends, more of himself. He stretched out his hand which pressed against his reflection. His knees buckled under him and he fell. His head pressed against the glass. His cheek ran down a sheet of glass, squeaked the pitch of straining flesh against a slick surface. The oils of his face left a trail of grease as he slid lower, legs tucking lazily under him, head going forward until it hit the House of Mirrors’ floor. Then he fell into a woozy blackness. Barely conscious, he heard the faint music of the carousel, felt hands picked him up, carried him off. A false back wall creaked open, and he disappeared from sight. Hands undressed him as he hung like a limp dolls, placing him in a suit that was much too tight. Someone or something touched his exposed butthole. His butt filled with something cold and wet. Whatever it was soon enveloped him in a warm blanket, made him feel dreamy floating in a dark semi-consciousness, made him acutely aware of his body and of the hard metal cage that locked away his maleness. Tommy came out of a haze feeling exposed, exceedingly relaxed and even more horney. Part of his brain said he should panic, but overall he felt himself drifting somewhere between wakefulness and dozing in twilight. He rested on a padded red leather tabletop, his ass riding slightly higher than his shoulders as he laid crumped on his left arm. Around the red table was a gold rail. To the rail, his wrists and ankles were secured. His skin felt strange, alien, oddly furry. It felt like most of his body was in a tight fitting diving suit. Looking at his arms and back at his legs he saw this suit had a light fur glued to the suit’s skin. His chest, abdomen, and genitals were all him, however, and they rubbed sensually against the red leather. His dick and balls though still were captured inside their metal cage. He looked around. The room was octagonal, all eight sides mirrored. Between each mirrored pane stood a panel of fluorescent lights. Presently, the white tubes flickered on making the small enclosure extremely bright to the point of being almost blinding. Seven of the eight mirrored panes had slot removed at head height, and within the gaps, seven sets of eyes watched him studiously, anonymously. The eighth mirror directly in front of him swerved open and the barker from the freak show, the one with the blue tattooed head of stars, came in and, with a black gloved hand, closed the mirror behind him. The barker addressed the anonymous onlookers behind the mirrors. “Behold, our newest creature, captured for your investigation into nature’s oddities, gentleman. A boy of quality, to be sure. Note his blond fur, the extra vertebrae at his tailbone sporting his diminutive tail. Don’t let his blond coat of young fur mislead you, for he is a special marvel, a naturally born hairy Otter Boy, a small but wild animal which is why we must constrain him to this table. He is the Otter Boy for which you’ve paid to scrutinize. And study every part of him you shall.” It was then that Tommy saw the purpose of the suit he was in. He saw himself in the mirrors in a fur suit that made him look like the water creature, his nickname cruelly turned on himself, the Otter Boy the barker assured the audience he actually was. He tugged at his bindings and found he was not completely immobile but tightly constricted in how much he could move. He tried to speak but found his mouth had a small mask over it, which, when he looked in one of the mirrors, saw they had given him an otter-like muzzle. He blinked at his reflection and recognized the absurdity, the phoniness of the ruse, and how little it seemed to matter. He would have panicked but for the underlying calm his body felt and the stroking the barker was applying to his butt and caged genitals. “Note, too, gentlemen,” continued the barker, “how his sex has been cruelly bound. This must be, because in captivity, kept in his cage, being a young male, all he would do when first captured was to play naughtily with himself day and night. But tonight, for his pleasure and yours, we will unbind the young animal and let him play as I know he will for whomever comes forward with a slight extra token of coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity.” A lubed forefinger, cracked and callused, entered his hole causing Tommy to wince. It withdrew and he felt the barker fiddling with the chastity cage’s lock. With a click his cock and balls hung loose. Immediately they were lubed, and were drawn down, massaged, blood squeezed into them making them flush, then beginning, through constant stimulation, to harden. What should have been acute humiliation, so publically on display, was instead erotic, in fact, intoxicating. Tommy couldn’t explain it even to himself. He was a virgin, no male or female had been drawn to him, or he to another. He was cute, undeniably, but shy, reluctant to show any attachment when it came to anyone outside his family. Now after one year spent with his teammates, he was finally opening up to them, though not about his sexuality. This act, this pulling on his hardening phallus, was the first time he’d ever had anyone put a finger or fist on his genitals. He wanted the callused finger inside him again. He didn’t have to wait long. “You will see, gentlemen, our initially reluctant creature is eager to participate. The Otter Boy is a playful pup. Note how quickly he is engorged.” Indeed, Tommy was hard as steel with only a few seconds of stimulation, could easily shoot his wad were the barker not easing up masturbating him. “You will witness for the first time the Otter Boy submitting to penetration.” The barker held up a bulbous glass nob that sparkled in the lights. He poured a thick gelatinous liquid over the rod and some over Tommy’s upturned hole. The viscous liquid was cold and made his hole tweeze shut, only to be stroked by the bulbous rod rubbing up and down his crack. He couldn’t help himself and pushed his butt to receive the rod, and the barker obliged, allowing only a small portion of the instrument to glide smoothly in his hole. It gave him satisfaction beyond his imagination. The glass bulb spread him open to the possibility of something foreign taking over his body, forcing him to open up whether he was willing or not. The barker steadied Tommy’s torso, placing his warm callused palm on the small of his back, and pushed the grass rod in a few more inches. There was something at work in his body that was pushing him to be lewd, to want the whole of the object to be inside him. The barker pulled the object out, showed it to the audience of eyes, demonstrating the length that would soon travel inside the boy. It was not going to be a short journey either. Tommy felt the instrument smoothly spreading open his hole, stretching his tender ass lips, lips that had never had anything touch them in this manner. There was something, however, this time different in the slickness, like a fine sand had been added to the lubricant, something rough and burning just a bit. He looked back and saw the barker surreptitiously sprinkle a white powder on the glass rod. The deeper it went the more it burned. He squeezed his hole to try to block any further penetration but he was in no position to resist, and the bulb stretched his hole open to its widest spot, the skin of his rectum spread so wide the powder came in contact with his whole rectum and made his entire insides light on fire, and like that, snap!, the bulb was in. He had an entire new feeling about the invader. He loved it! He squeezed it to make it go in deeper. He flexed his butt muscles to provoke it to penetrate him as much as possible. The barker took note, raising a hand above the boy’s gyrating bottom, illustrating the transformation from human to unthinking animal. The circle of eyes started bouncing within the slots, eyes squinted, pupils became pinpricks of pleasure within their private booths. The barker returned to stroking the boy’s erection causing Tommy to further pleasure himself, writhing, rutting his pelvis, grinding it into the barker’s fist. “And now,” the barker announced with both of his hands in the air, the white lights turning to green and blue, “the moment you’ve been waiting for, the reason you’ve paid your admission to witness the taboo scene of carnal pleasure, what you were promised and will not see anywhere else, see here with your own two eyes. I give you the forbidden lust between the Lizard Man and the Otter Boy!” In the aquatic light the mirror in front of Tommy swiveled open and the Lizard Man entered with a long scaly erection, split down the middle into two penises. The barker withdrew the glass rod and stepped back into the shadows, while the Lizard Man, his tail dragging along behind him, circled Tommy. Tommy’s eyes were wide and frightened. He knew this was just a man, but the disguise and the drug that was emanating inside his hole, was playing with his mind. He thought the man had contacts to make his pupils into vertical slits but they looked real enough, especially as they expanded and contracted as he came closer to him. The man’s tongue definitely was split as was his dick, and he made the most out of his tongue slithering it in and out of his extremely wide mouth. The man’s thin lips were chapped which only made him appear to have scales entirely over his face right down to the insides of mouth. That serpent tongue entered his ear and made a gushing sound that drowned out his own panicking cries. “Relax,” whispered Larry, the Lizard Man, “It’s just a show for the rubes.” The Lizard Man walked around Tommy’s face, jiggling his spit cocks, going to his other ear, whispering, “It’s a suit just like yours. Act like you’re scared.” Tommy didn’t need to act, he was out-of-his-mind frightened and abhorred at the repulsive creature. The Lizard Man disappeared, but soon he felt a tongue flutter at his butthole. Then the tongue entered him and as revolted as he was knowing the man was eating his hole, his body reacted to the pleasure that he felt. Without wanting to, he nonetheless pushed out his spongy lips so the lizard tongue could go in deep. And deep it did, fluttering and weaving, a rapid in-out, over and over, following the maze that was his colon. How deep could that tongue go? He turned his head but only saw the hideous reptilian snout of the man pressed up to his butt, but he could feel him traveling obscenely fast and unbelievably deep into his yawning cavern. Nothing had prepared him for this kind of invasion that was at once a violation of his body but also as gratifying as itching a scratched non-stop. He shuddered on his hands and knees, wanting the Lizard Man to end this exquisite torture, but feared if it ended, what would happen next. And it did stop, and this happened next: Tommy felt two small hard penises pushing at his hole. The barker spoke softly, while the Lizard Man worked his dicks into Tommy. “As any biologist will tell you, male mammals have only one phallus, which they theorize is due to the fact that embryonically it comes as an extension of the tail or in humans from the tailbone.” With a pop, the Lizard Man’s cocks slithered into his hole, the man’s claws on either side of his butt cheeks pulling Tommy back further onto them. “These same biologists will tell you reptiles, lizards and snakes alike are born with two penises that emanate not from a tail but vestiges of legs. Imagine, gentlemen, double your pleasure, double your fun. Observe the pleasure in the Otter Boy’s face.” Tommy couldn’t believe how much the two dicks were hurting him. One would have been intense enough, but both, were it not for the mask-muzzle over his mouth, he would be screaming for the Lizard Man to stop. The man kept pulling him back deeper on them and he tried to get away, but this tug-of-war only caused the man’s erections to swell harder, putting more pressure on stretching Tommy’s hole wider. And then there was the underlying, but growing, sense of pleasure Tommy was deriving from the penetration. Mix that with the white powder the barker had slid into him, mix that with the humiliation of being ravaged in front of an anonymous public—it made Tommy shake his head in a crazed way that made the onlookers think he was madly enjoying being fucked by this scaly monster. The creature picked up its pace and Tommy instinctively impaled himself harder as he lost himself to the lust of the moment. He flung his ass back wildly trying to take even more of the Lizard Man’s dicks. The split dicks, the hard they got, the more they separated away from each other, the wider Tommy’s hole got spread. He heard a loud hissing behind him and a tongue that was whipping against his neck, then his hole got sprayed with jism that ran down his balls, dripped over his legs, and spontaneously, without touching himself, he came on the table, white spew pooling on the red leather. Larry pulled out, patted Tommy on the head and before exiting the chamber hissed in his ear, “Good show, mate.” “Now, gentlemen, who among you will come forward with an extra coin and a deep-seated need to satisfy his curiosity—who will be next?” One by one, out stepped a local store owner, the town librarian, a bespectacled college professor, a slick-hair barber, a old pharmacist, a greasy auto mechanic, and finally Coach Brandon, all taking turns coming out of their booth and pleasuring themselves inside the Otter Boy, while the Otter Boy pulled on his liberated dick and satisfied himself, time after time, man after man, with his furry paws.

I started at about 10, with my slightly younger brother and I sucking each other, and then our cousin joining us. I think kids should be let to experiment. I also think that if a boy/teen takes the lead with an older man, he should be allowed to suck. Admittedly, that age depends on the boy/teen. I was ready for men's cocks (although I didn't get any) at about 12. In short, it depends on the boy/teen/adult.