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The session had been arranged for eleven In the evening. The Sauna closed at ten on Monday to Wednesday evenings and most of the guys had already left by then. On this particular Tuesday Simon and Craig, the two receptionist/caretakers had had a very quiet evening with only half a dozen guys visiting after work and leaving early. They had already cleaned all the cum and condoms from the private rooms and mopped the floor of the sauna, cinema and glory holes cubicles by ten thirty. That just left the larger communal fucking room to clean up and cafe area. Simon told Craig that he was happy to finish cleaning the cafe and communal room himself and told him to go home to his boyfriend. Craig looked a little surprised as Simon had never done this before, but was glad to get away early. Simon was glad to get rid of Craig tonight as he would never have approved of the event that were planned for this evening. He cleaned the cafe and prepared the communal area then retrieved his holdall from his locker. He had brought a dozen black hoods with him but, doubted he would need that many. He also unloaded half a dozen large bottles of lube, a tray of twelve small bottles of poppers, twenty five meters of paracord and a couple of small penknives to cut the cord if required. That done the venue was ready. The event had been set up via a contact site that put guys wanting to be bred and pozzed in contact with breeders who were willing to perform the service. Simon had been a lurker for a few weeks before he made contact with anyone. The idea of being pozzed had long been a turn on, but it was only after chatting to other guys on the site and realising they wanted it as well made him realise actually doing it was what he wanted more than anything. The thought of completely surrendering himself to someone else and being converted was all he'd thought of over the last few months. It was then he had the idea of a poz conversion event at the sauna where he worked. He fielded the idea to other guys in the chat room and eventually had four poz tops and seven chasers who wanted to attend and either lived close enough or were willing to travel. Of course, Simon was realistic and knew that it was possible that no one would turn up. The arrangement was the the chasers would be hooded so they were unable to identify who had fucked them. Their hands would be tied at the back so during their breeding they wouldn't be able to take the hood off. The breeders could also wear a hood if the wanted to but it wasn't compulsory. The chasers agreed that if they attended there was no going back. They would be bareback fucked for the purpose of being pozzed. The chasers were to arrived at eleven on the dot. Anyone who was late would not be admitted. The breeders were to be there by eleven thirty. Simon would place the hoods on the chasers, and tie their hands. Simon himself would let the breeders in then put his own hood on. Although he had seen them he wouldn't know who had fucked and hopefully converted him. Eleven o'clock arrived and Simon unlocked the front door. He saw a couple of guys lurking in the shadows of the building opposite and unsure whether they were participants went back inside. Within thirty seconds the two guys pushed the door open and came inside. One guy was very young, possible nineteen or twenty. The other was in his late forties. The younger was skinny with shortish brown hair and not bad looking. The older was average build with a shaved head that really suited him. Both appeared quite nervous. Simon wondered if the other two he was expecting were outside so he had a quick glance to check outside to check. There was no sign of anyone else and as it was now almost ten past eleven he closed and locked the door. He led the two guys to the communal area. The older guy was really up for it. He said he'd been dreaming about being pozzed for the last ten years and had lots of bareback sex as a bottom but it had just never happened. They knew what was going to happen to them so stripped quickly. The young guy was so hard his cock was upright and bouncing off of his belly as Simon placed the hood over his head and tied it loosely around his neck. He tied his hands behind his back and Simon sat him on the raised platform in the middle on the room. The older guy had a very thick cock which was around six inches. He had precum dripping from it. Simon prepared him with a hood and tied his hands behind him. While he was tying his hand Simon noticed he had a great arse, really beefy and hairy. The time was now almost twenty five past eleven so Simon went back up to the entrance to await the breeders. He hoped upon hope that at one would show up otherwise there would three very disappointed guys with holes to fill. Simon opened the door at just before Eleven thirty. Four guys entered almost immediately. *To be continued*

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.

So I found myself at the local bathhouse again last night. Since it was the 1st Saturday of the month, it was “Blackout” night, which isn't really a blackout and they issue everyone a color coded glow stick armband, blue for top, green for versatile, red for bottom, orange for oral only, and purple for it's a mystery or as I prefer to call it I don't even pretend to have a sexual position, unfortunately more than half of the guys choose orange and a significant percentage of the rest choose purple. I arrived around 8 and as always there was a big crowd for the “Blackout” even though it doesn't start until 10. As is also typical this large crowd was just circling, socializing with just a little bit of cock sucking mixed in. I didn't see or hear anyone fucking until around 9:30. Shortly after I saw the 1st couple fucking, I ran into a bottom that I fuck fairly regularly and fucked him for a bit but did not cum. My next fuck was the 1st dick in my ass for the night, it came from a really hot black guy who had been the instigator in most of the cock sucking I had been seeing. He was hot enough that I even let him suck me for a bit, while nothing else was happening. He had a short but really thick dick, and knows how to use it, he gave me 4 good long fucks (the last 2 in the sling), in several positions and with lots of kissing, over the course of the evening and while I'm not absolutely sure I don't think he bred me, I know he did not breed me on the 1st fuck. At this point I was really horned up, and doing a good job of sampling the willing bottoms, but saving my load. The next memorable fuck happened the 1st time I hopped in one of the slings, a hot twink in a harness with a big, super hard dick came up and just shoved himself in my hole and started pounding, which I absolutely love, he gave me a good pounding for 10 minutes or so and possibly came in me, I'm not sure since that kind of pounding causes my ass to produce a lot of natural lube. I continued making the rounds, sampling a few holes and a few dicks, my 1st definite load of the night came while the harnessed twink was trying to fuck a blindfolded guy in the sling, he was having trouble staying hard, so maybe he did breed me, another black guy came up and indicated I should suck his dick, once he got hard I turned around bent over and was rewarded with a nice pounding and load. The next notable fucking came in the maze, I was ass up on the 2 man fuck bench and started out by taking a nice fucking from the hot black guy with the short, thick dick. While I was on the bench getting fucked 1st by the black guy and then steady stream of guys sampling my hole for a few strokes, a latino twink laid down on the bench and got one of the regular cute, smooth, smaller twink total bottom to ride him, he fucked him in several positions and bred him. At this point I'm getting a good stream of guys in my hole plus a hot show going on next to me, so I'm not moving. As soon as the 1st guy bred the smaller twink another hot regular approaches and starts fucking him and breeds him as well, quickly followed by an older shorter, heavier regular with a tiny dick, but he does fuck. While the smaller twink is busy getting fucked and loaded by the 3rd guy, a really hot tall, blonde and musculara guy with a huge dick comes up behind me and starts giving me a great hard pounding, pulling all the way out and slamming back into me lose slutty hole for an extended period of time, eventually filling my hole with a nice load, and then let me suck him clean and lick the fuck sweat off his balls afterward. Is there anything in the world that smells or tastes better than fresh fuck sweaty balls? After catching my breath, I realized the smaller twink is still ass up on the bench next to me with no one fucking him, so I slide my now throbbing dick in his gaping, velvety, cum filled fuckhole and give him my 1st load of the evening. After I bred him, we chatted for a few minutes about how hot of a session we just had and we both got up to wander around. At this point it is around midnight, and as often happens at that point in the night the fucking has almost completely stopped. Over the next 2 hours I did get several more guys to fuck me including a final fucking from the hot black guy with the short, thick dick in the sling, but no loads. Around 2 I finally decided I needed to find a recipient for my 2nd load and go home. Unfortunately even though the crowd was unusually large for that time, there were very few bottoms trying to get fucked. There were 2 twinks on the 2 man fuck bench, one getting his ass eaten and the other standing on it lubing up his hole and telling any guy that approached him that he was “just doing his own thing at the moment,” so I continued wandering although I did manage to get fucked briefly by several guys, until I encountered the twink that I had seen getting his ass eaten in the sling trying unsuccessfully get fucked be a cute big dicked black twink. Once the black twink gave up, I decided to give him a try, I barely got me dick in him before he decided he need to go get his lube if he was “going to participate in a fuck circus,” even though he was already lose and wet. So I wander away and decided to climb in the other sling and see if I could capitalize on the lack of bottoms. My luck held, the big dicked black twink found me less than 2 minutes later, he didn't seem to be having the same issues fucking me as he was having with the other twink. He soon asked me if I wanted his load, and then had me beg for it before filling me full of his cum. At this point the twink is back in the other sling with his lube, this time he let me fuck him and I found out why the black twink had been so unsuccessful when I watched them earlier. I was tired and ready to go home, and he was telling me how hot it was the I had just “caught one in the other sling”, so I told him he was about to catch one too and gave him my 2nd load of the night. It wasn't a bad night, I stayed too long, and wound up breeding a guy who was a lousy fuck to finish the night. I had several really good fucks and breedings with guys I was very into, and I did give 2 and took at least 4 loads

just now. Sunday morning at 10 am. super hot dude from THIS SITE. I say “super hot”. I didn’t see him. But that dick. and that attitude. FUCK YES. He texted before he got here. I waited in the empty camper in the backyard. I put on a blindfold when I heard him approach, and never took it off or even peeked. He came in. I am waiting with my hard, leaking dick hanging out of my shorts. In no time, his dick is out. Hard as a rock. In my mouth. He’s uncut, but I never read foreskin ‘cause he’s so fucking hard. I told him later that his dick reminded me of my cousin’s, who I started fucking around with at age 12. Perfect mouthful. Perfectly proportioned dickhead. So he has me suck it until he’s leaking. He has me stand up and drop my shorts. FUCK YES (Now I have been 95% top for almost 20 years. I spent the 20 years before as 90% bottom. I know how to take dick, but have not done it in a long time. Never anonymously. Never a bare casual load. I’ve give quite a few, never taken one). I climbed on the bed in the camper, on my knees, ass out over the edge. He stuck his dick in me. I thought I could not take it OUCH. How does it hurt so much at first, and then feel so good later? What a perfect dick. The pain turned to discomfort turned to ambivalent turned to fucking amazing. I have not bottomed in so long. Do I flex my ass? Do I flex my hole? Do I move with the rhythm, or just lie there mostly relaxed and passive, which is what I want from bottoms? His dick is perfect for him rubbing his dick head back and forth across my sphincter Hot He says he’s using me like a condom I am biting my lip, trying not to beg him to cum in me, which is what I want most. I dislike bottoms who prematurely beg for cum. Random dude. Never seen him. He’s ball’s deep in me using his ass for his pleasure . Bare. FUCK YES. He speeds up. His breath does that thing. HE IS SHOOTING INSIDE ME! I haven’t taken a load in my ass in years. Never anon. I have never even seen this stud who just inseminated me with his dna. Shot his wad inside me. Bare. I was such a slut for his dick and load. I did not feel it pulse. As a top, I always hope for my bottoms to feel my dick when it’s ejaculating deep inside him. He slides out though, and I feel my swollen hole, slippery with his nutt I smell some. Fresh cum. FUCK YES. Another first. He spins me around and has me clean his dick. I’ve never done atm from the bottom end. Damn that dick just gave me a load. Of course I put it in my mouth Of course I want any remaining drops. Stud boy (he’s less than half my age) keeps on going. I keep sucking. He lays me face down on the camper mattress. YES PLEASE USE MY HOLE. Amazing to me how I’ve gone from hardcore top to bottom!! i don’t know what to do though. I want to talk about how hot it is, what he’s doing. But I don’t like verbal bottoms . I want rock back with his motion, but I prefer when bottoms completely relax and let me use them like the sock puppets that are (to get my load). Idk what to do. But he does this hot thing. I love pinning guys down when I fuck them. I’ve held guys by the neck and choked them out a little. I need leverage to fuck hard, and deep. But he did this amazing thing. Me face down. Him on top. His dick fucking my asshole. He wrapped his arms around my head. He held my head in his arms, like he had me. I was gasping for breath with his arms wrapped around my head. HOT literally and mentally I am doing that to the next bottom I fuck!! After a while, he pulls out, flips over onto his back, and pushes my mouth back down on his dick. ATM for the second time. He’s fucked his load in me, bruised my ass to make it take, and given his cock a slippery coating of his own frothy cum. I devoured that cock SO HOT where did this slut bottom in me cum from? his perfect size and perfect shape got me into a perfect rhythm HE CAME IN MY MOUTH second load It’s all up in my sinuses. His manspunk is digging in my head looking to breed. DAMN Stud loaded my ass and my head. He said he’d like me to jack off. I haven’t touched my dick so far. I try. I can’t. Cum in my ass. Cum in my head. I am overexcited I have a big dick. It’s been hard and semi hard and engorged and leaking this whole time. Sorry dude. I can truthfully say I’ll masturbate over his later. More than once. I love love love it when bottoms dont cum and say they will masturbate later, thinking of my big dick exploding inside Hot. Heh heh heh You should! And I will . Ass up, masked. He used my ass, came in me twice. I never saw him. Dog, I love being a dirty homosexual.

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. Pozzed Cheerleader 3 The 6 of us laid about the room that wreaked of cum and ass. Jamie and I were sticky with cum that seemed to be everywhere like sand from the beach. George fumbled about in his bag and produced two butt plugs and told Jamie and I to get on all 4’s. We promptly did as we were told, and with no lube George with urging from the others pushed into our well-fucked holes butt plugs. “That’ll keep the bug in there” he chuckled and the rest of them laughed with him. Mike was right in front with a very large but flaccid cock. I started to lean forward and take him in my mouth, but someone pulled me off the bed and Jamie with me. We were pulled to our feet and guided into the bathroom where there was a large shower that was big enough for 4 people to fit in almost comfortably. Jamie and I were instructed to get in, on our knees and kiss like we liked each other. I was not used to kissing guys, but I could only assume that Jamie was. His tongue was in my mouth before I even had a chance to get ready. I liked it. I found myself getting hard. I slowly started to jack myself, but Jamie stopped me. I could sense George, Dan, Mike and Javon gathering around us to watch. Which really made it hotter, and then I felt it…. From George a golden stream of piss spraying off of my forehead, and then one from Dan hitting Jamie in the face. Javon and Mike sprayed our chests and necks and as if on cue they all focused in on our mouths. Jamie was open mouth kissing me and we were swallowing the golden sweet nectar of our gifter’s. Jamie and I were covered head to toe with cum and piss. Javon pulled Jamie out of the shower still covered and into the arms of George and Dan, who let him to the whirlpool. Mike joined Javon and I in the shower. I felt their mouths all over me. Mike bent me at the waist and I took Javon’s flaccid cock into my hungry mouth where he still had some piss for me. I had never done a “golden shower” before let alone swallowing piss. I felt Mike tug at my plug. It went in easier than it was coming out. In the other room, I could hear Jamie struggling. What I come to learn later was he was sitting on Dan’s 9 inch cock and George, with the help of a ton of extra lube and some really strong poppers, was trying and painfully succeeding to double penetrate his well fucked ass. Jamie had tears in his eyes but when George finally slid in next to Dan’s behemoth dong. Jamie came covering Dan’s chest and neck. I could hear Jamie scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Mike smacked my ass and as Javon turned on the shower, he said, ‘that it is going to be you soon.” I was nervous, but excited. Mike slid his cock into my once virgin now gaping hole. He winked at Javon as Jovon hardened in my mouth. I could feel the cum and piss rinse away from my body. Javon pulled me off of Mike’s thick hammer and in one swift motion hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and Mike aimed Javon’s cock into my cunt. He bounced me up and down on his cock, and I am no lightweight. I stand nearly 6 foot tall and nearly 200 lbs. I am no lightweight, but Javon held me and bounced me on his cock like I was a rag doll. I felt Mike’s cock slither along my ass crack up next to Javon. Mike whispered in my ear, “you are about to get what Jamie got, but no help from the ‘nottle’’. I really did not know what that meant, but I soon found out as Mike lined up his cock next to Javon and pushed. It felt like I was constipated backwards. I thought they were going to split me in two, but as soon as that thought hit my little cock crazy party brain. Mike was in my slutty gaping hole. I felt a rush of pain and pleasure. I was pleasing two men at once with my faggot ass. If I could get a 3rd in my mouth I was have invited him in. Mike pushed all the way into me until I felt both his and Javon’s balls touching my taint. I begged them to fuck me slowly. I did not get that request. They took turns power fucking my hole. Mike would pull out and then slam it in then Javon would take over. From the other room, I could hear Jamie’s squealing with pleasure as he took a pounding from Dan’s donkey dick and Geoge’s meaty rod. “You two sluts are going to poz in no time,” Dan announced as he came in Jamie from George’s relentless fucking. I knew my time was coming soon. I wanted them to poz me. I wanted to free to be fucked by anyone on campus. I wanted to spread my seed to others and free them whether they knew it or not. Javon came in me as he jammed his cock along with Mike’s cock as deep in me as they could. While Javon was still deep in my ass he Mike erupted as well. From the other room, George came with renewed vigor into Jamie. Both Javon and Mike pulled their spent cocks from my abused and cunted ass, but before my gaping hole had a chance to retreat back to form. Mike inserted the anal plug back into me. I slumped to my knees and Javon killed the shower. I wish he would have left it on. I could have the relaxing shower, but as the water drained. Javon ordered me to look up. As I did another stream of piss struck me across the face and I opened my mouth to let it flow in and I felt another from behind me as Mike joined the fun. When they were done they invited Dan and George to join the ‘shower brigade”, but George said that Jamei was drinking straight from the tap. What sluts they have created this day! 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A run-down apartment in a bad part of town the guy is on home confinement with an ankle monitor he said that just wanted some head. The apartment was dirty he was in sweat shorts no underwear pull this long dick out I started sucking the thug so he wood nut in my mouth. He start playing with my ass takes my shirt off tells me strip can I go back to sucking his dick and he plays with my ass using spit then he asked if I'm going to give him some pussy and if I'm clean cuz he don't want any STD. Orders me to turn around and I feel the head of his dick press against my hole but doesn't really go in. He gets mad tells me to stop running he's going to rape me and that'll hurt he don't give a fuck he want some pussy. He tries putting it inside me again this time it pops in and I feel my face gets real red like blood rush and I can hear my pulse in my ears as he fucks me saying I got a nice tite white pussy. He fucks me a lil then tell me he's going to nut and then I feel his cock flex pulse and I know he's busting inside when he's done and pulled out then tells me to get my shit and leave

I really wish u would have told her, “I’m having sex multiple times a week with the college boys so I probably need the shot.” Her facial reaction would have been priceless.

I've been impatiently reading this story in real time as new chapters post while consuming other @losolent stories, reading most in a single sitting. Sadly, I believe I only have 3 more unread stories to go. This author's characters are so diverse and richly developed. The plots move in broad arches, incorporating rich knowledge of travel, cultural idiosyncrasies and formal protocols. In some stories, there are times when I wish the opening, intimate characters would renew their intimacy but that is likely just my sentimental nature. Still, a renewing private intimacy between Liam and Alex would be the ultimate welcomed surprise. I would not want for such a scene near the end of a story at the expense of having been introduced to so many interesting characters. Each one an individual weaved into an ever complex but friendly web. What I like most is that web is filled with protagonists, usually limiting antagonists to a single, really bad actor (pun intended with future expectations) or a then, yet-to-be-revealed good soul like Gareth. I can't say enough good things about your story telling @losolent. While playing catch up consuming your many postings, I found Bajan Love Affair and The Gifted Virgin so exciting that I recommended both to my female hairstylist. The pozzing and unprotected sex aspects of the stories she found educational. Uncertain whether any chemicals or other unabridged Breeding Zone plots would be similarly received, I pasted the chapters together for each of these two stories and privately shared them with her as separate PDFs. I confess this and apologize in consideration of any copyright implications. My only defense is how much these and most of your stories deserve a vastly larger audience. As Alex and Max depart for an international movie premier AND with recognition that all movies depend upon an edited screenplay, it is inconceivable to me that stories like The Gifted Virgin wouldn't find broad movie appeal with very few plot adjustments. The classic elements of great literature and rewarding fiction appear present in each of your stories. Even if present in your profile, I pay no attention to your age but hope you have many rewarding years of life ahead. And beg that you will continue to share or sell your great gifts across the decades. Sadly, I doubt any of us realize how popular these stories are at this site or how well received they would be if consolidated (non-forum threads) and posted/published somewhere for a general audience to discover. You have my deepest appreciation and thanks for your commitment to great story telling. For you are truly great serving up each chapter. Thank you

So it's been a while since I've posted any stories about slutty layover fucking. I've had a few hookups, but they've been with my regular buds in SLC and TUS. Except for a new guy, who's in the midwest and married to a woman. He's in his current city working on an extended project, and his wife is out west. She visits him occasionally, but for the most part he's alone in the midwest and I've been able to meet with him pretty regularly. I met him last November at his local bathhouse. It'd been a few years since I'd been in his city, and I had 24 hours on a Friday night. So I planned a night at the baths. I checked in, got a room, undressed, and started wandering the hallways. I'd read they have a back room with a public sling, fuck bench, and glory holes. When I entered the dark room, it took my eyes a while to adjust. I could only see silhouettes, but from 10 feet away I was immediately drawn to one man. I mean I could *FEEL* his presence from a distance. I couldn't see him, I only noticed that he was tall and a fit/lean build. But I got butterflies in my stomach seeing him there. He was the "hot" guy, the one I wanted, no one else in the place mattered. I took a lap around the area, stopping by the fuck bench and watched a guy getting pounded by 3 guys. By now my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see. As I turned, I saw him standing near the exit to the hallway. I could finally see his face, and he was handsome. There was something about him that I can't describe, I was so drawn to him. My heart was racing and I wanted to get out of the dark room so I could collect myself and calm down, but I was going to have to walk by him to enter the hallway. As I walked past he reached out and gently touched my chest. I felt that touch to my CORE. I was practically panting and I reached out and touched his arm. We looked at each other and he slowly leaned in to kiss me. It was such a gently kiss, but it made my heart race even more. I pulled my lips from his, and whispered, " would you like to come to my room?" He replied yes. I took his hand and led him into the hallway. When we got into my room, we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed passionately. When we pulled our lips apart and our eyes met, we gazed at each other for a bit but neither of us could let go of the other. Eventually we laid down on the mattress and continued kissing and touching each other. We were in there for maybe an hour when he asked if I'd like to go to his place. Of course I said yes, I'd stay over and he'd get me back to the hotel before my late afternoon check out. Once at his place, we spent hours kissing, touching, gazing in each others eyes. We have a connection I've never experienced before. I've had sex with hundreds and hundreds of guys, but I've never experienced this before. And he said the same. We actually didn't fuck that night, it was just all about us enjoying this powerful connection we immediately had. We were probably up until 3 or 4 AM, and slept until about 9. We had some coffee and a light bite to eat before he dropped me back at the hotel. Neither of us had words to describe our night together, but we both wanted to do it again. Since November, we've been able to see each other at least once a month, if not twice. I've flown in for 3 day weekends, and I've worked trips laying over in his city. We've tried to define and label what's going on with us. We've both been in love before, but this is different. I don't believe in soulmates, but is that what we are? Whatever it is, we're going to continue with what we're doing. I have no expectations of him getting divorced, and I don't think he should. He's fairly well off, and it'd be a financial bloodbath if he did. I don't want that for him at this stage in his life. Since we met, I've been with my SLC and TUS buds a bit, but not since February. I've just wanted to be with my married guy. Will I resume slutty layovers in the future? Probably, but I'm not sure when. But when I do, I'll definitely post

This was something else I forgot to put on my list. I'll add the related complaint of camera shots being way too close. I'd occasionally like to see the entire body of each guy during the action. I appreciate that many viewers enjoy a close-up view of the action, but I don't think the camera focus has to be so tight as to enable one to count hair follicles.

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.

Second, your arguments on a biological basis are flawed. 1) Homosexuality is quantitatively hereditary, widespread across all current and historic societies, has a strong additive genetic basis and dates back to at least the hunter-gatherer era. Additionally, the persistent prevalence of homosexuals is significantly higher than what may be calculated for a recessive trait of no fitnes. So, it appears to be more common than can be plausibly explained by mutation–selection balance and therefore offers a fitness benefit to a population, a benefit strong enough as to date back to hunter gatherer times and to manifest in every human society, including geographically isolated ones. What this evolutionary fitness is, is still up for debate but some theories are that it promotes social integration, prosocial bond formation, better communication and connectivity. But assuming you're equating fitness with value as a person (illogical regardless), then that argument doesn't stand up. 2) Once again, for the umpteenth time, sexual identity and sexual behavior are NOT the same. There is a whole forum category on breedingzone for straight guys that fuck guys on the side for crying out loud but still identify as straight. Furthermore, there are tons of straight and bi guys that have m2m sex and then still live heteronormative lives as well as father children simultaneously. Gay guys also father children, albeit at 20% occurrence, but the machinery still works obviously. Considering this degree of reproductive integration, how can you argue that men who have sex with men are a different species? 3) The implication that you're making is that degree of masculinity is the metric being used to determine hierarchical position. Now, this is a legitimate hypothesis and worth discussing. I have also considered this to be a factor in how it may determine sex role, sex position, sex dynamics, wanting of occasional casual sex, full on sluttiness or monogamous/open relationships, etc. However, the problem I have with this is that although masculinity is primarily a biological trait (simply the manifestation of androgenic expression on a physiological and behavioral level), the usage of the word has been warped by extreme conservatives/religious groups/homophobic communities to be used as a means of discrimination as a false illogical rationale for why men who have sex with men are less deserving of respect and opportunities. And that, is completely reprehensible. Once again, your casual comment, perhaps because you feel sexier if you roleplay as a subhuman creature or whatever, is irresponsible, and absolutely none of us should ever tolerate this talking point because quite simply it has a very real effect on our day to day lives

Matt wakes up a few hours later. The guy is gone, but he left his phone number and name – Travis. Matt thinks, “So much for a name that begins with “S”?” He laughs. That evening he calls Travis and leaves a message. Travis calls back. By Midnight, Matt is back in his bed with 2 more of Travis’ loads in his ass. Matt just sat on Travis raw cock this time and Travis came in his ass without asking. Travis and Matt start seeing each other casually – just sex, not really dating. It’s comfortable and uncomplicated. If Matt and Travis can meet up, they do. If not, no obligations. Matt likes how the Travis cock feels when they fuck. Travis says he loves how Matt’s ass feels wrapped on his raw cock. About 6 weeks into Travis and Matt fucking around, Matt is over at Travis place. Travis has just unloaded in Matt’s ass. He pulls out and flops on his bed. Matt is thirsty. He asks if Travis wants some water. Travis says yes, but then says Matt should put on his underwear because his roommate might be home. Matt says, “Won’t hide much.” They both laugh. Matt puts on his black briefs and goes to the kitchen for some water. The roommate is in the kitchen and is surprised to see Matt almost naked wander into view. Matt blushes and apologizes. He says he is there to get some water for himself and Travis. The roommate gets Matt the glasses and says, “You sound really sexy getting fucked.” Matt says, “How do you know it was me getting fucked?” The roommate says, “I know what Travis sounds like when he gets fucked. Travis is a loud bottom.” The roommate laughs. Travis comes to the kitchen. He laughs and says, “Hey. No stories.” Matt and the roommates stand around laughing and talking. Travis is the shorts and tee that he answered the door wearing earlier. Matt is still in his briefs. As they are talking, the roommates makes some vodka drinks and the guys start drinking and hanging out. They are trying to decide on what to order for dinner – Chinese, Mexican or pizza. No one can decide. But they have another cocktail. Matt and the roommate go to the kitchen to make the second round of drinks. Matt bends over to fill the glasses with ice. The roommate says in a low voice, “Dude you have a wet spot on your underwear. Travis must have used a lot of lube.” Matt is embarrassed. He turns red all over. Matt puts the glasses with ice on the counter and turns to leave for his pants. The roommate stops him and says, “Don’t put on more clothes sexy. I like that I can see you just got fucked. It makes you look so much sexier.” The roommate rubs his hand on Matt’s body. Matt says, “Well I do love getting fucked and showing off.” The roommate says, we need a little more ice. Matt bends over the freezer and shows off his wet spot on his underwear as he slowly fills the glasses with ice. The roommate rubs his hand on Matt’s brief clad ass. Matt pushes his ass back so the roommate can feel the wet spot. Matt and the roommate make the drinks and return to Travis. The three of them are chatting and hanging out. Matt is comfortable being in just his briefs. This round goes down fast. Matt is back in the kitchen helping the roommate with the drinks again. This time the roommate puts his hard cock on Matt’s brief covered ass. Matt pushes the back of his briefs down and says, “Like my ass?” The roommate says yes and feels Matt’s hole. He says, “You are still so wet” as he slips a finger in Matt’s ass. He pulls his finger out and leans over to lick Matt’s ass. Matt pushes his ass back on the tongue and opens his cheeks so the tongue can slip in more. The roommate says, “I taste cum. Is Travis load in your ass?” Matt admits that it is. The roommate quickly slips his jeans down and slides his raw cock on Matt’s hole. “Can I just stick it in a bit?” Matt says, “Just the tip.” Matt feels the large cock push inside him, grunts and says, "That is more than just the tip." The cock pushes all the way in. Balls on his ass. The guys hear Travis say, “Where is my drink?” and can hear him walking to the kitchen. The roommate pulls his cock out of Matt's ass and puts his cock away. Matt pulls up his briefs. The roommate grabs the vodka and Matt opens the refrigerator for some more Sprite. Matt says they are almost out so each vodka just gets a splash of Sprite this time. The roommate fills the glasses with more vodka. Travis says, “Right on. Strong round.” The guys go back in the living room. The roommate says, “Travis did you see the wet spot on Matt’s briefs?” Travis says no. Matt, now tipsy, stands up and shows Travis the wet spot. Travis puts down his drink and feels Matt’s ass and the wet spot. Travis says, “Yeah. Matt you are really wet.” Matt says, “It’s your load.” Travis pulls Matt into his lap. The roommate says, “Fucking bareback again Travis?” Travis shrugs. Matt can feel Travis is getting hard. Matt slips his legs over Travis legs and leans back. He takes a drink. Travis kisses him. Matt kisses Travis back. The roommate watches as Travis and Matt make out in this position. Matt is getting hard in his briefs. Matt slips his hand in his briefs as he makes out with Travis. Travis slips his hand in Matt’s briefs too. Travis grabs Matt’s cock and strokes it. Travis pushes his hard cock on Matt’s ass. Matt can feel Travis hard cock through his briefs and Travis shorts. Matt reaches under him, still kissing the roommate, and feels Travis cock. Matt rubs Travis’ cock. Travis pushes Matt to his feet. The roommate slightly tugs Matt’s arm. He is sitting on the couch and Matt bends over to kiss him. Travis is rubbing his hard cock on Matt’s ass and holding Matt’s waist. Travis slips his hands inside Matt’s underwear. Matt pushes his underwear off and steps out of them. Matt pushes his ass back. Naked and bent over kissing the roommate, Matt hears the first roommate say, “Fuck him Trav.” Travis drops his shorts and slides his raw cock into Matt. Matt moans as he takes Travis raw cock in him for the second time that evening. It feels good. Travis is holding Matt’s waist and fucking him hard. The roommate presents his cock to Matt. Matt starts sucking cock. He is being spitroasted by Travis and his roommate, who he just met. Matt is in heaven. He is feeling good in his ass, his mouth, his cock – hands are feeling his body. Things are escalating. Travis’ cock is pounding Matt’s ass. Matt is having a hard time sucking cock because it keeps getting shoved down his throat. He is gagging. He puts his hands on the roommate’s skinny pelvis to stead himself. He feels mostly skin and bone. The dude is very thin with a huge cock. The roommate can tell Matt is uncomfortable. He pulls his cock out of Matt’s mouth and pulls him up to kiss him. Travis is still fucking Matt. Matt moans and grunts as Travis pummels his ass. The roommate kisses Matt and feels Matt moaning as they kiss. He pulls back and watches Matt in the ecstasy of the moment. He says, “You like Travis cock in you?” Matt moans yes. Roommate says, “You want him to cum in your ass again?” Matt opens his eyes and says, “Yes.” Roommate says, “You are getting fucked bareback. You know he isn’t wearing a condom.” Travis says, “Matt let me fuck him raw the first time we fucked, didn’t you Matt?” Matt says, “I did.” Travis says, “I’m close. Beg for my load.” Matt looks at the first roommate and says, “Cum in my ass. Give me your load.” Travis fucks Matt for another minute and then grabs Matt’s hips, buries his cock inside and shoots his load. Travis pulls out. The roommate lays Matt back on the couch. He leans in and says, “I want to fuck you. Do you want me to wear a condom?” Matt hesitates and looks at Travis. Travis says, “I might have one if you want it.” Travis leaves the room to get a condom. Matt strokes the roommate’s big cock. The roommate says, “Can I fuck you raw until Travis comes back?” Matt guides the raw cock to his hole. Matt spreads his legs and lets the roommate’s raw cock inside his freshly bred asshole. Matt moans as the guy fucks his ass. He is opening his ass more for this bigger cock. He says, “You feel so big in me.” The roommate fucks Matt on his back for awhile, then flips him so Matt is hanging over the back of the couch. Matt sees Travis come back in the room, condom in his hand. Travis says, “Found a condom. Guess you decided to take it bare though?” Roommate says, “He did. I’m in him raw right now. Feels good right Matt?” Matt moans and says, “Yeah it does.” Matt looks at Travis. Travis hands Matt the condom. Matt takes it. Roommate says, “Want me to wear the condom?” Matt says, “Just keep fucking me raw.” Roommate says, “Fuck yeah” and keeps fucking Matt’s unprotected ass while Matt is holding the unopened condom. The roommate speeds up his fuck. Matt can tell he is getting close. The guy says, “Where do you want my load?” Matt says, “Cum in my ass.” The guy groans out and blows his load in Matt’s unprotected ass. The first roommate pulls out and says, “Thanks slut. Gonna shower.” He slaps Matt’s ass and heads off to the bathroom. Travis grabs Matt’s arm, pulls him into his lap. Travis asks, “Feels better bareback doesn’t it?” Matt says, “Yeah it does.” Travis says, “I knew you would give it up bareback the first night we fucked. I had a condom but pretended I didn’t. When you took off your pajama pants and showed me your hole after I told you I didn’t have a condom, I knew you wanted it bareback.” Matt says, “I wanted to get fucked. I was glad when you didn’t have a condom. I think I hate using them now.” Travis says, “I can tell. You gave it up bare to my roommate easy enough.” Matt is kinda embarrassed and says, “Was that slutty?” Travis says, “Yes. But he fucks every guy bare. His cock is seductive. He fucked me bare the first day we met. Just like he fucked you bare bent over this couch.” Matt feels Travis is hard again. Matt positions Travis cock and sits on it. Matt’s hole is open and wet now. Travis easily slides inside. Matt rides Travis cock as he jerks off. Travis says, “You have so much cum in you. I can feel it.” Matt says, “Me too.” Travis removes Matt’s hand from his cock and replaces it with his own. He says, “You can cum when you get me off with your ass.” Matt concentrates on Travis cock. He tightens and loosens his hole on the cock while riding it. He is acting like a slut. Moaning like one too. Travis is stroking Matt, but the feeling in Matt’s ass are getting him off. Matt can’t control it. Cum shoots out of his cock and covers Matt’s chest and abs. As it does, Matt’s ass squeezes Travis abruptly and sends Travis into orgasm – shooting his third load into Matt’s ass that evening. Matt and Travis collapse on each other.

When I got to college I was totally straight. Never even thought about having gay sex or doing anything with a guy. I wasn't a homophobe or anything, It was just that tits and pussy, not cock, turned me on. In high school I had a girl friend, and like a lot of couples, we hooked up and she took care of my needs to get laid. But going away to college ended that relationship and suddenly it was just me and my hand - again. And as everyone knows, compared to a quality blow job or fuck a hand job simply isn't as good. Of course I wasn't the only guy on campus who was horny and looking to get laid so that meant it wasn't easy finding a new girl. Then one day I was walking back from class talking to a buddy and we ended-up on the topic of being horny and not being able to get any. He looked at me, smiled and said "You know there is a solution to that." And with that introduction he went on to tell me about the coaches' locker room in the old football / weight room building, explaining "...when they built the football team a new weight room, the old one was opened up to students for use 24-7-365. But what most people don't know is that down in the basement is a locker room that used to be for the use of the coaches. It's not that big but it has lockers and a decent shower area but since it's out of the way no-one uses it." Not understanding where he was going, I replied "Uhh huh, and what does this have to do with being horny?" "Well, after 6:00 PM each day" he says "it's a place where you can go to get your rocks off if you want. It's mostly gay guys but they will suck anyone who wants to get blown and you can usually fuck one in the ass if you want. They keep it pretty dark in there so it's not like you can really see who is taking care of you and it sure beats jacking off. I'm telling you, man, one straight guy to another, a guy's mouth feels just as good as a girl's and I'm told that fucking can be even better." Pre-college I would have ignored his suggestion, but at this point I was horny enough that the idea of getting sucked sounds good enough that I don't care who does it, especially if its anonymous. My buddy went on explaining that the deal is if your interested you go down there to the locker room and strip nude - no clothes allowed in the shower - and go on in. If a guy is in the middle of the room then he's looking for someone to service him. If he's against the wall facing out then it means he's giving blow jobs. If he's against the wall with his face to the wall then he's taking it up the ass. The idea of course is that guys will give and receive but its not like they are keeping records or anything. He could tell I was interested and offered to show me around a bit that night it I wanted, so around 9:00 PM that night we met up and headed over. It was a good thing the locker room was somewhat buried in an out of the way location, 'cause as soon as we opened the door the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the air. The room was dim but there was just enough light to find a locker and get undressed which we did. Now while I was horny as hell I was also nervous about the whole gay thing so my cock was anything but hard. My buddy on the other hand was sporting a nice 7" wood and clearly ready to get going. We walked into the shower room to find one of the shower heads in a distant corner was on full, putting out hot steam which fogged the room a bit. I could just make out couple of guys fucking and a couple of others getting sucked. We watch for a minute and then, as our eyes adjusted, we can see others against the wall waiting for action. My buddy lead me over to the wall, told me to face into the shower, and to have fun. Then he disappeared into the mist. No sooner had he disappeared then a guy appeared. He smiled at me and quietly asked "Let me guess: you're straight, and this is your first time, right?" I nodded in reply, swallowed hard, and wondered what would come next. I didn't have long to wait. The guy reached over and began playing with my soft cock, murmuring that I should relax. Then he went down on his knees, and took my cock in his mouth. His performance was magic. His tongue swirled around my limp shaft and head, licking my balls. Within seconds I was hard. To make a long story short, it was an amazing blow job and in the end I pumped jet after jet of my cum down his throat. As I left the shower area I spied my buddy, balls-deep in a guy's ass, fucking him hard. But the conversion part of this story is what you really want right? So my girlfriend problem never got any better and I keep returning to the locker room. Within a few visits I decide to try fucking a guy and found out first hand how much better a guy's ass can be than a girl's pussy. I found myself noticing hot guys more and more, and wondered if I was going gay, especially since I noticed fewer and fewer girls. I guess, however, all that really mattered was that when I walked into the shower room, my cock was always rock hard. Then came 'The night'... I'd gone over as usual, hoping to fuck someone. I undressed and walked into the shower. More guys than usual were clustered in the middle, but that wasn't particularly unusual. I had seen it happen before. Seeing a guy facing the wall, and not engaged with anyone, I headed over that way, but before I took three steps I was grasped from behind by several pairs of hands and forcefully guided to the wall, pinned against it, my legs spread eagle. "What the hell!?" I exclaimed. Someone replied "Well you've been giving out loads for a while. It's time you took some." "What the fuck, man, hey, I'm not gay I don't do that." "We aren't asking you. If I was in your shoes I'd relax and enjoy it." I knew there was a crowd around me and it was clear I wasn't going anywhere. And the only sounds were heavy breathing and the rhythmic sounds of guys stroking their cocks. My cock went instantly soft and I knew I couldn't escape.."Please, man, no, please don't." "Shhhh just relax." I felt fingers probing my virgin ass, opening me up for the first time in my life. The guy fingering me took his time but he wasn't gentle and it hurt. Soft whimpers escaped me as he opened my ass.."No, please, it hurts" I begged, but the guy kept going. Then I could feel his fingers begin to work lube into my ass and I could feel my hole stretching open. He moved behind me and I could feel the tip of his raw cock against my now stretched pussy. "Okay boy I'm gonna pop your cherry. Just relax," he suggested. "No, please, don't, no... please...noo" I whimpered as he began to push his way into my ass. Man did it hurt at first. The thick mushroom head truly opening my virgin ass and drove deep inside. It felt like I was being split in two, but he just drove his shaft in deep and left it there for a moment. I could hear others encouraging him, but some of what they were saying made no sense to me. "Yeah man, fuck that neg hole. Convert that boy. Poz him good." He started working his shaft in and out slowly at first letting me adjust and then with greater force. And as my ass relaxed and he started massaging my prostrate I was shocked to find myself enjoying it...my cock getting hard. I couldn't believe it. I was straight. I wasn't gay. And yet here I was, enjoying a cock in my ass. Tears of shame ran down my face as I confronted the fact I was getting pleasure from the cock in my ass. "Yeah boy, you like this, don't you? Fucking got a big hard-on, don't you?" the guy whispered in my ear, adding "Yeah you like this. I can tell. Fucking tight ass boy. Yeah. You know you're a faggot now, don't you?" He was right: I was. I couldn't help it. As he fucked away, my whimpers of pain had become moans of pleasure. He and everyone watching knew it. "Fucking A boy I'm gonna convert that neg ass of yours. Going to give you the gift. Make you part of the brotherhood." Had I understood what he meant I would have been terrified and would have tried to fight back, but I was clueless and in any case I was still held fast. Hands were groping my cock, stroking it as the group closed in tightly. I heard guys murmur about 'pozzing his ass' and 'milking the last neg load' from my cock. I could tell we were both going to cum very soon. "Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want my cum inside your ass." "Yes," I whimpered, "yes, please!" I could feel him shudder as he drove deep inside my ass, his hot juices filling-up my hole. I cried out as my cock fired its own load of cum at the same time. He stood behind me working his cock in my ass.. Working his cum into me. "Yeah pussy boy. That's right. You're one of us now. Part of the brotherhood. And now it's time for another member to give you his load. You want another load, don't you?" "Yes please" I whimpered unable to help myself, "fuck me...." I took six loads that night, all of them poz. By then end my ass was sore and gaping and my boxers couldn't contain the cum leaking down my thighs. A few nights later my buddy who had introduced me to the locker room came by and explained to me what all the poz and neg talk meant. It turns out he had also been pozzed. I cried like a baby and he held me soothing me and explained that it wasn't that bad. How meds could control it - if I wanted, and how now I could get fucked by anyone anytime. And that now now I could pass the gift to others if I wanted to do so. He held me for over an hour and soon we were making out. Truly making out. And that night we made love to each other. Two converted poz gay boys. When it was over we began to make plans to share the gift. But that's a story for another time.

He fell down on top of me exhausted, his sweat dripping mixing with my cum. He spit out “that’s a good boy” as he thrust his hips deeper and held me forcibly in place. Did he say second load? This just might have been the fuck of my life but I didn’t consent to no condoms, nor one let alone two loads. Before he got off me the terror set in and the prayers started. “God what did I do. Please let me be ok. Let him be negative. Let this be safe.” But I was also aware I needed to be cool, appreciative and thankful. Every Top, and especially every Alpha deserved respect — and a man this ripped and powerful deserved it four times over. As he lay there breathing heavy and sweating from his tight muscled frame I thought “that was amazing” and “I wonder if he’ll fuck me again.” Eventually he got up, grabbed a towel, pulled out and pressed the towel onto my hole. “Want a water?” he said as he turned and struted out of the room. When he quickly returned I was sitting on the edge of the bed cleaning up. He threw me a water bottle and said “I’ve got to shower, you’ve got to go” and he kicked my jeans on the floor closer to my feet. His dick leaked a drop of precum as he guzzled his water. In the time he was done with it I was dressed on my knees and milking his dick. No eye contact since he bred me he stood me up, and walked me to the living room. I grabbed my shoes by the door and sat on his couch to tie them. That is when I saw it — in slow motion I noticed on his glass coffee table were three issues of P-O-Z magazine. I froze, my stomach dropped and blood drained from my face. I could hardly think or move. I looked up — and with solid eye contact he said “I’ll need that ass again Saturday.” He turned opened the door wide and said “see ya kid.” Dizzy I took a step into the hall, I tried to look back at him as the door closed and light shut off. I never got his name. As I walked in the dark leaking cum, I wondered “how did I just get a strangers Poz load up my ass?” And “am I going to again on Saturday?”

I wish there was such a thing- I would have been wearing one countless times at work when I went to the urinals to piss- esp the one 30 something who always had his phone in one hand, flopped his cock out with the other, and then , using the hand/arm he just freed his cock with, would use his arm to rest on the wall above the urinal. If I tried this, I imagine my cock would have pulled back inside my shorts and I would have ended up pissing my shorts instead lol

Was at the gay bar yesterday afternoon. Went to pee and a guy was getting fucked in the stall. Heard the top grunt then he came out of the stall and walked out of the bathroom still adjusting his dick in his pants. I opened the stall door a crack and there was a hot ottery guy. I asked if he wanted more dick. He shot me and evil grin and pulled his shorts down. I pumped his ass for a few minutes and shot my load inside. When I left the stall, a guy who had been taking a piss at the urinal was outside rubbing his hard cock in his pants. He went right in and I hear the fucking start before I went back to my friends. Saw the bottom about 20 minutes later with his friend group, acting like nothing happened. Told one of my buddies who is a fellow slut what had happened. He says "so that hot guy has three fresh loads in his ass", I say yes. My friend walks over, somehow separates the bottom from the group and I see them both walk into the bathroom. My buddy loaded him too.

I'll disagree on this. You have to consider who is doing the research. These people are at a state university. They are much more likely to be doing research because they think it's the right thing to do, or because the government happens to be funding research in that area and their proposal looked more likely to give some kind of positive result.

Just had my cum holes used by a regular dom top of mine. He messages to ask id I'm free, and I said I was. He gave me directions to be naked on my bed with my dildo in my ass... he let himself in, fucked my ass hard and deep for 20/25 minutes... left without saying anything else other than... "I'll be back around 2/2:30 you better be ready for round 2" "yes sir!!" Guess I won't be going out later! 🐷🐽🐖

Thanks again! Can't wait for the next chapter!

I love a sloppy hole. Especially if there is fresh cum inside. So warm and wet.. My favorite to fuck an breed!

Get on prep ahead of time

OK, it might sounds a bit odd but there's actually nothing wrong with that. The primary teaching language of his degree is English, so the 'foreign language requirement' would be to demonstrate capacity in another language than that: presumably in order to be admitted to the college he had already demonstrated his ability in English.

Hell dude, that makes me extremely happy. I will always strive to bring out the human side of the life these characters chose. It’s important to me to portray our soldiers as living beings with emotional souls that sometimes find themselves caught in a crisis of conscience. It affects them, and I won’t pretend that they are robotic automatons that always follow orders. The things the Army asks of them aren’t easy, sometimes at war with their nature.

Knowing that I'm going first is also hot. If I'm encouraging a BF or other person I care about to take multiple loads, I claim first and last dibs. Gives my swimmers two good shots at winning the "sperm war" — and the pleasure of sinking into that used hole at the end of the night is really something special.

Our heroes are busily rewriting the protocol manual so that new security officers will be required to have sex in order to promote closeness with the royals they protect! So far, the trip is turning into a rollicking good time, in spite of 8 or 9 hours of jetlag. And now we wait for the villain of the piece to enter, in a flourish of ominous music and a puff of black smoke 🤣 @losolent loving the overall playful atmosphere among the members of the royal party.

Part 47 - The Big Hollywood Production January carried on and the days were slowly getting longer yet it remained cold with plenty of snow fall. Max put his head down in to his work and at least once a week Alex and himself would venture out for dinner, sometimes with Josh and Marty otherwise just themselves. No longer afraid to be seen in public with Alex they would often have their photos taken and be in the papers the following morning. Gareth would arrive Friday evening and depart late Sunday after spending the weekend with Jurgen learning the ropes, each visit he would bring more of his personal items moving in and staying in Sovereign Row at his own house. Saturday would see Max and Alex arrive at his house for their weekly dinner or take out from the palace kitchen, Asa would also join them when he was around and Nick left him alone. A couple of times Tom had been caught coming out of the house belonging to Hannes next door to Gareth's early in the morning. They had exchanged glances a few times and said good morning. Despite his yearning to get Tom he concentrated on doing what he was here to do, one unexpected thing happened with Gareth and Hannes becoming good friends as the weekends went past. He broached the subject of Tom with Hannes and had all but assumed Tom was taken Hannes. Alden was steadily still dating Lady Trasilion's daughter Steph and after their last night out she had agreed to Alden requesting their relationship be formalised and request the king put the wheels in motion. It was clear they were both smitten and falling in love with each other, it helped that Max and her were old friends and the four of them enjoyed dinner together on several occasions. Steph though was still busy in her job and often flying off here and there, Alden carried on with his royal duties and was now getting to the point where he needed his own assistant and could no longer rely on Linda who was busy with the queen. When Alex was free he would join Alden on some of his engagements drawing larger crowds of support, or surprise visitors on the palace tour providing them with a right royal tour indeed. On those tours they would often come across Max and dowager queen cataloguing the art and antiquities, the tour group usually got more excited getting the chance to photograph Alex and Max or have selfies with them. The final arrangements were in place for their trip to Washington then on to Los Angeles for the film premier of Felipe's new blockbuster film that was already getting lots of attention. The studio were making no secret that it was going to be a royal premier, tickets for attending were expensive with proceeds going to the International HIV Foundation. A coup that Alex had negotiated with the studio in conjunction with Felipe for publicity and to attend the party after the premier. Artem, Alex and Max sat there going over the itinerary, Artem and Tom would share a room as would Liam and Franco in the three bedroom presidential suite at hotel in Los Angeles. The studio were also providing additional security for their trips out. Alex checked his phone reminding Max that his family were arriving shortly before being whisked off to Borrick Lodge by the king and queen, Alden and Sam were also going as Steph was away until early February. By the time they arrived and they had lunch together Max still found it completely bizarre that his parents were friends of the king and queen. Protocol was still observed initially but it soon fell apart as the queen and his mother downed a bottle of wine between them before main course was even served. They chatted and gossiped non stop with no one able to get a word in, Alden and Sam acted like they had never been apart and they skipped out of lunch early as Alden wanted to take Sam horse riding before they left for the lodge. Artem's meticulous organisation meant they all had a seamless journey, he was certainly getting to be a dab hand at it but constantly complained to Alex that he couldn't do the finances properly and the figures just looked a jumbled mess. Max yawned and shuffled in his seat bumping Alex who woke up grumbling "What time is it?". "Two hours to go" Max said adjusting his seat in to a more upright position, "I need food". Alex pressed his cabin call button "Your highness, how may I help?" the flight attendant asked. Alex laid there looking up "We need some food please" he said. The flight attendant chuckled "Certainly your highness, sir" she said and disappeared off. Alex raised his seat and looked across at Liam who was wide awake watching over them whilst Artem slept next to him. Alex peeked over the back of their centre suites to where Franco and Tom were seated, Franco was sleeping having done the first few hours of the flight watching over Alex and Max, Tom was watching a movie and looked up and smiled unable to sleep from excitement of this trip. A few of the other passengers in first class peered over seeing the prince's head appear. Liam and Tom both ordered some food and Alex looked over at Liam and smirked fondly, he couldn't help it as he remembered Liam feeding him on the flight to Mauritius. He raised an eyebrow and Alex nodded, Liam and Tom joined Alex and Max in their double suite to dine together. Ever the considerate one, Alex ordered some food for Franco and Artem to be served one hour before landing. It was early afternoon in Washington but past dinner time in Monrovia as they finished eating and the plane began descending, Artem and Franco were served food, Franco panicked slightly when he woke up wondering where Tom and Liam had gone until he realised they were with Alex and Max. The front door of the plane was opened for the royal party and the ambassador stood at the foot of the steps beaming away when he saw Alex and Max appear, this was such an rare occasion that royalty visited them in Washington and the whole embassy was excited. Royal formality completed the limousines drove across to the private VIP building where they were cleared and on their way to the embassy for their two night stay before heading on to Los Angeles. Situated along Embassy Row the Monrovian embassy was like a normal small office building, behind it sat the impressive 10 bedroom ambassador's residence and function rooms. The entire embassy staff were excited and thrilled that Prince Alexander was staying, they were all outside cheering and waving flags as the limousines pulled up to the residency. The excitement even surprised the ambassador and he turned a blind eye knowing the embassy was now devoid of the twenty employees who stood there cheering. Alex stepped out of the car "You highness please follow me" the ambassador said bowing. "Not yet" Alex replied, "They all made an effort so it is only right" he insisted. The ambassador smiled "Thank you your highness, I know there is much excitement you being here". With Liam and Franco close behind Alex and Max walked over to meet the embassy staff, mostly out of respect as they were thousands of miles from their homeland and it was the least Alex could do. Even Max was not immune to them, they knew full well who he was and happily he met all of them, each one bowed their heads to him with a couple of them addressing him as royal highness causing him to chuckle and engage with them even more. Inside the residence Alex turned to the ambassador "Can you arrange an afternoon tea party" he asked. "Of course your highness, who is to attend?" the ambassador queried. "Your embassy staff and their families if that is acceptable to you" Alex replied. The ambassador nodded "Your highness that is very kind of you. I shall see to it" he confirmed. "Well Max, what do you want to do?" Alex asked as they were taken to their room. "Cup of tea then a walk in the gardens, need to stretch my legs" Max replied. Alex nodded "Is that okay with you both?" he now asked Franco and Liam who nodded. That late winter afternoon stroll through the grounds of the embassy was chilly, yet it made a change being able to walk around without snow under foot and having to tread carefully. Max was casually chatting away with Liam whilst Franco walked besides Alex who was clearly a little distracted and not paying attention. He would take the occasional glance at Franco then turn away and grin before he went back to his own private thoughts. "Are you going to keep doing that?" Franco asked in a quiet tone and slowing down. Alex glanced at him "Doing what?" he asked pretending he had no clue what he was alluding to. "Looking at me then grinning stupidly" Franco replied, "Have I done something to upset you?". "Not at all" Alex replied walking on in silence for a bit, "Just thinking about LA" he said. Franco nodded his head "You wondering how Max will feel meeting Felipe?" he asked. "How on earth do you know about him?" Alex asked glancing towards Liam, "Liam!" he exclaimed". Franco chuckled "Actually Artem. Liam briefed me a little about the history between you both" he explained. Alex stopped "It was sex, nothing else" he replied stating the fact, "And you?" he now asked. Now Franco stopped at looked at him "You know?" he asked looking at him, "It was all talk!". "He told me" Alex replied and smiled, "Is it jealously because of that night at Max's house in London?". Franco chuckled "No. Anyway I like his brother, so funny and doesn't give a dam about things". "People think it is an easy life, you take what you can" Alex said looking out over the pond. Franco stood by his side "Is that what happened with Liam and yourself?" he asked. Alex lowered his head "Partly. I was lonely, lost. Scared of who I was becoming" he replied. "But you still do it with him" Franco exclaimed showing he knew what was going on. "I owe him a lot, he was there when I needed him the most" Alex replied, "We better catch them up". Franco walked in silence for a moment "Do you think Max and I will ever get that close?". "Depends what you mean" Alex replied smiling, "He likes you and he will depend on you now". Franco nodded "I wouldn't let Liam in at first you know, I thought he hated me" Alex informed him. Franco chuckled "From what I know you were difficult and obstinate" he said bumping against Alex. Alex chuckled "Yes I was" he replied, "I love him you know" he said looking at Franco. Franco smiled putting his arm around Alex's shoulder "Not romantically you understand" Alex added. "You do not have to explain yourself. I see the closeness between you both" Franco said. Alex looked at him "It is a bond that you need to build with Max, understand each other properly". "You mean sleep with him?" Franco asked so casually like it was nothing that it made Alex laugh. "If that is what it takes. I don't mind. You need to be able to trust each other implicitly" Alex said. Franco smirked "I am not gay though Alex" he said looking serious at him. Alex shrugged "Neither is Liam" he replied then smiled "But we have the most incredible sex" he confided.. Franco chuckled "Between us. I would go gay for Liam, he is such an incredible person". "You are as well" Alex said stopping, "I am not saying you must, just build that close trust". Franco nodded "We are getting there slowly, we just never seem to have time to be together". "It is not just being his protection officer, you need to be his confident and friend" Alex added. Max turned around to see where Alex was "What is going on?" he called out to them both. Franco smirked at Max "Are you jealous?" he asked holding Alex closer. "Are you trying to make me jealous Franco?" Max asked walking towards them causing Liam to laugh. "Maybe I am" Franco said in a seductive way, "Maybe not. What of it?" he asked smirking. Max walked until he stood face to face with Franco "Cock tease!" he said. Alex snorted from laughter "Get a room you two!" he said throwing his hands up dismissively. Max smiled and put his arm around Franco "Come on. Man you are desperate to get me!" Max said. Franco laughed and Alex took this as his cue to drop away and let them talk whilst the caught up with Liam talking over their trip to LA. "So what was all that about?" Max asked as they slowly walked together. Franco chuckled "You and me" he eventually said, "Alex thinks we should sleep together". Max fell silent as they walked then looked at him "When the time comes" he said quietly. "I wasn't expecting that answer" Franco said looking worried, "We need to build our closeness". "In bed?" Max asked stopping and looking at Franco then laughing loudly. "No. Is that all you can think about is getting me in bed?" Franco asked laughing. Max smiled and continued walking "You mean close like they are" he exclaimed, "We will get there". Franco nodded "So tell me Max. You worried about this Felipe?" he asked. "Worried. In what way?" Max replied and Franco could sense a change in Max immediately. Max stopped again and looked at him "Artem doesn't like him. So it has me concerned a bit". Franco nodded as Alex called out "Come on you two hurry up". "He thinks he is calculating and after something" Max said as they continued walking. "Felipe?" Franco responded and Max nodded, "Alex is not stupid and he loves you, no one else". Max smiled "I know. But I am keeping an eye on that actor" he said with a tone of bitterness. "Don't do anything silly. Tell Liam and me if you are worried" Franco said making sure he understood. He nodded "Thank you" Max replied genuinely as they caught up with Alex and Liam. It was nice to have a quiet evening just the six of them hidden away in the embassy residence, no protocols just friends enjoying dinner and spending the evening talking. The afternoon tea was for the highlight of their year attending their first royal event in several years. Alex and Max were an instant hit with all the staff after Alex's insistence that they wore their purple breast ribbon and royal seal they had the staff gushing with pride at their prince and Max. The following day they did a bit of sightseeing whilst Alex had meetings with the ambassador on official business on behalf of the governor premier. That evening was the official embassy dinner where Max once again was adorned with his purple breast ribbon and royal seal. The ambassador pleasantly surprised at how Max conducted himself that he fed it back to the governor premier who in turn relayed this to the palace. After their whirlwind visit they finally departed for Los Angeles. The time away was certainly needed for Max and Franco allowing them to stop formal things and get to know each other properly, understand each others quirks and characters just as Liam and Alex had done. It wasn't all about flirting and sexual innuendo, although it didn't stop them, it was more about knowing how each other was thinking and reading body language. Alex and Liam knew that only too well and happily they gave Max and Franco the space and time to develop their closeness. Their flight to LA touched down to a warmer sunnier climate, the studio had laid on the cars and security to take the royal party to the hotel on the outskirts of Hollywood. The drive from the airport was pretty quick when you take in to consideration what the traffic was like, they passed several billboards promoting Felipe's and other films and the royal premier taking place the following evening. Tom was like a child with his face pressed up to the car window watching everything as they drove through LA. Thankfully the hotel where they were staying had been kept a closely guarded secret and they were soon whisked through being greeted by the hotels general manager and taken up to the three bedroom presidential suite on the eight floor. At least they had the rest of the day to do what ever they wanted and the hotel put a car at their disposal as well as a personal butler called Mateo that Artem and Tom were introduced to. Max having been here several times took on role of tour guide and that afternoon they went across town to Santa Monica pier and the beach driving along the famous roads of LA. They walked along the seafront and up to muscle beach fitness area that Liam was desperate to see, Max and Alex went into competition with Tom and Franco trying to guess who was gay. Tom stood there drooling and was catching quite a few smiles from guys, his height and solid build displayed fully as he had taken his t-shirt off securing it in the waist band of his shorts and acting all tough and manly. In fact Max watched him more than the muscle men working out at first, he certainly looked very at home in the sunshine and was loving all the attention he was acquiring. Artem was sat on a bench enjoying the sun and glad to be out of the cold long winter of Monrovia, Franco soon got bored and went over to sit with Artem keeping his eye on Max. One of the guys they were guessing on dropped off the monkey bars and went over to his bag pulling his phone out and strolled over to Alex and Max, Liam shuffled closer and Franco stood up. He smiled at them and said he knew exactly who they were and asked if he could have a selfie with them. Alex ever the flirt agreed on condition he could feel his muscles making the guy laugh. Liam and Franco stepped aside but still close enough should they be needed. It happened a few times as they strolled up to the pier and wandered around the amusement park. It didn't take long before some paparazzi appeared on the pier hunting them down having seen social media posts that the prince and his boyfriend were in Santa Monica. Calling time they avoided them and got back in to the hotels car and drove off for a tour of Hollywood and Burbank before arriving back at the hotel. After dinner in their suite Liam and Franco called it a day exhausted and needing some sleep as the jetlag was catching them up. Artem followed on not long after leaving Alex and Max sat in the lounge alone, Tom was laid out on a sun lounger enjoying the vista and warm night air, dressed in only his shorts and holding a glass of wine. Giggling to himself at how sophisticated he was becoming drinking wine instead of beer and sitting in Los Angeles. Alex and Max were watching from the sofa inside and laughing to themselves at how prim and proper Tom was trying to be, Max looked at Alex and it was like he knew what he was thinking. Alex stood and walked outside where Tom was "Enjoying yourself?" he asked leaning against the door. "Loving it" Tom replied with a totally satisfied look on his face, "Thank you for bringing me". Alex chuckled and Max now stood behind him "What are you two up to?" he asked. "Nothing" Alex replied turning his head and kissing him then nodding to Tom. Max smirked and nodded. Max walked outside and sat across Tom's legs "What do you want?" Tom asked smiling up at him. Alex now stood behind Tom taking the glass of wine "You want to get this over with?" Alex asked. Tom sat there, a smug look on his face "Do I do the prince first?" he replied pulling Max forward. Max looked up at Alex who smile and nodded his head towards their bedroom at the other end of the suite. They all stood and Alex lead Tom by his hand along the balcony to their room. Tom pushed Max in to the bedroom and grabbed Alex at the same time. Max a little stunned was about to ask Tom if this was something he wanted to happen but by the time Max closed the door Alex was already undressed and jumping on the bed. Tom smiled and whipped his remaining clothes off walking towards the bed, his cock already hard as nails. He looked over at Max with a what are you waiting for look as Alex shuffled on his knees closer to Tom and facing him, Max now naked walked up behind Tom touching his body. Tom ran his hand up Alex's chest, neck then the side of his face. Instantly their lips met parting quickly into a deep kiss, Tom pulled back and grinned pushing Alex flat on his back and giggling. Tom couldn't contain the excitement and turned around to face Max kissing him hard, he arms wrapping around Tom's neck moaning and almost squealing in delight. His body rose in his arms and his legs wrapped around Tom's waist securely, feeling him kneel on the bed, his body was lowered gently on to the bed so he was laying next to Alex. There was no mistaking Tom's intention but he was conflicted over which one to take first. His head rolled back and he moaned feeling the warm mouth of Alex engulfing his cock in a delectable moment and something he had long dreamed about. Max kneeled up and began relentlessly kissing Tom, one hand holding Alex's head on his cock, the other around Max's neck holding him in the kiss. It was fair to say that they were both mutually taken by the young lad and his obvious dominance he was displaying. Max felt his body being pushed down to join Alex and take it in turns sucking his cock whilst he decided which one he was having first. It didn't take long for Tom to reach his decision and with swift manipulative movements he had Alex on his knees resting on his elbows with his arse up in the air ready. Max leaned back watching as Tom dived down assaulting Alex's arse with his tongue causing the prince to squeal loudly. He spat leaving a large glob of saliva at his hole and kneeled up rubbing his cock then coating it in the saliva then prising Alex open. Max looked in awe as Tom certainly knew what he was doing. Alex gasped sharply and wriggled in response to the dominance of Tom. His body completely seduced as his hole was slickened and loosened slightly from the probing tongue, yet he felt every part of his cock slowly entering him in a mission to finally fuck him. Alex gasped again feeling the body now pressing up against his arse followed by the sound his balls gently tapping at him as began to move his cock in and out. His young body so effortlessly made the body under him shudder and Max kneeled there staring at him pleasuring his boyfriend and prince. Tom shuffled his body placing his hands either side of Alex, his legs rested across Alex's effectively pinning him down as his cock went to work. Tom glanced over at Max and smirked in such a sexual way that he shuffled on his knees and kissed Tom hard. Max kissed ended the kiss with a soft kiss and whispered 'I am going inside you' he said then kissed his neck and started moving around then bed until was behind. Max kissed his neck and Tom sighed thrusting hard a couple of times in to the prince causing him to moan and raising his head. His cock aimed at his hole and he shuffled a little closer pushing his hips forward until he felt the resistance of his hole. His stayed still and allowed Tom to do the work without him realising, each time he pulled back his hole almost sucked part of Max inside, in tune with his actions Max would push his hips forward and wait from Tom to pull back again. This time he moaned loudly and thrusted forward even harder but Max moved as well. Tom giggled then got back to work fucking the prince each time his was taking more and more of Max's cock deeper inside. Tom raised his head and moaned softly this time, the result of him fucking Alex meant he was fucking himself with Max's cock. He was turned on and conflicted as to where to concentrate being stuck between the two, was he fucking or being fucked. Max bit lightly at his neck closing in a pushing his cock deeper in to Tom 'The harder you fuck the harder you get fucked' Max said in to his ear. In a surreal moment Tom caught sight in the distance of the Hollywood sign causing him to chuckle briefly then focus back with Max giving him a couple of hard thrusts to remind him what was going on. Tom didn't need any reminders and reached Max had never felt so slutty as he did right now with no idea where his dirty talk was coming from, well to him it was dirty. Tom turned his neck looking in Max's eyes then kissed him quickly 'Just remember I am coming for you after!' he warned with a massive evil erotic grin that melted Max in an instant causing his cock to jump releasing precum. Tom sensed that slight change in Max's cock and began to fuck Alex harder. Confused to what he was enjoying the most his switch to harder fucking had taken Max over the point of no return. 'Oh god dam!' Max suddenly called out as his orgasm raged up his shaft and instantly through his body. The male instinct to breed took over and he thrusted his hips up harder pushing his cock as deep as it would go inside Tom, his hands grabbing his shoulders to stop him trying to escape. Tom pushed down hard in to Alex who cried 'Argh! Yes. Oh yes', his legs and arms punching the bed as he felt the cock inside of him explode in massive contractions and pulses, so strong that it seemed to jolt his body like a defibrillator shocking a body back to life. Tom couldn't stop his arse wrenching around Max's cock as he growled delivering his seed in to Alex. Instantly he collapsed forward on to Alex securing the prince in his arms, his hips grinding and jolting hard post orgasm thrusts. Max followed with his cock still latched inside Tom and crashed on top of him. Now every time Max thrusted it was Alex that was getting the brunt end of it. Alex tried wriggling his arse but he was so weighed down by two bodies he could only giggle, the dampness under his stomach told him he had shot his own load, yet he couldn't fathom out at what point it happened. Despite their precarious position Tom raised himself up taking Max with him until he freed his cock from Alex's arse. Max now back on his knees pulled out of Tom and kissed him on the neck, his eyes caught by the shadow on the wall cast by the bedside lamp. It clearly showed that Tom was still rock hard, Max tried to move away but he felt the hand grabbing his arm forcing him on to his back. Max now giggled at his futile attempt to try and evade Tom's cock. His legs roughly pushed up came to rest on Tom's shoulders, looking up in to his eyes and feeling his arse opening as he penetrated him gently. He could see the hunger in Tom's eyes, his ass opening wider gasping and moaning his head lifted up meeting the sensual lips of Tom, quickly kissing before he lowered his head again. His hands rested against the waist above him bracing as he felt him going deeper and deeper, gently pulling out and back in to maximise effect. Max's body arched over and over in excitement as he took a slow deep fucking. Alex rolled on his side watching with love as Max was now subjected to Tom, his own arse twitched several times knowing just how that felt, his hand stroking his cock looking at the scene unfolding. Tom glanced over at Alex 'Feed him your cock!' he demanded. Alex stared at him and chuckled 'Your highness' he corrected him causing Tom to laugh putting him off his work on Max for a moment, 'Feed him your cock your royal highness' he now said bowing his head. He looked down at Max and jabbed him furiously for a few seconds in punishment for Alex's words, he loomed over pushing his cock in to Max's open mouth. He purred with delight staring down at Max trying to suck on his cock and taking Tom's relentless yet gentle and intoxicating assault on his lovers arse. As Tom watched them both he felt his balls tingling unable to prevent himself from rising to the occasion again. His hips began thrusting forward faster, grinding and circling his cock deep in to Tom. He moaned despite his mouth full of Alex's cock, his hands gripped harder at Tom's waist feeling the changes in the body above him. Tom let out a loud moan and jolted forward burying his cock in deep and growling in pleasure sowing his seed and fertilising Max. Alex quickly pulled his cock out in case Max accidentally bit down and happily he sat back watching the final moments of their act. When Max finally managed to get on to his knees he kissed Alex lovingly, his body still trembling in after shocks but he felt even more turned on now kissing Alex. Tom smiled and moved across putting his arms around both of them. They both responded each putting an arm around Tom and kissing him. Alex slowly moved behind Max and slipped him his cock whilst he was kissing Tom. Max moaned and ground his arse back deep against his lovers cock, both of them felt the slickness from Tom's seed inside making light work of his penetration. Tom slipped his hands down and pulled Max's arse cheeks apart allowing Alex to push in deeper. In comparison he was more gentle with his fucking, Tom felt so involved in the love making going on, the three of them continually kissing and caressing until Alex started to reach the peak of his orgasm, at the same time Tom slipped the tip of his finger in to Alex's arse enhancing his orgasm and feeling it spasm and clamp rapidly against his finger. He subdued Alex's attempts to moan loudly by kissing him hard. Max drooped his head over Tom's shoulder holding on to his young body tightly. Max collapsed on to the bed panting and drenched in sweat, Alex followed laying next to him and giggling away in his sexual state. Tom kneeled in front of them with a satisfied smile on his face until they both reached up pulling him forward and crashing down on both of them in fits of laughter. His intention was to leave now he had accomplished his goal, yet being stuck in the middle of them was most unexpected and comforting. The three of them laying on their backs next to each other, staring up at nothing. Two arms strewn across his body belonging to Alex and Max who had their fingers entwined that caused him to burst out laughing in a happy state. "Sorry" Tom said with a broad smile on his face, "You are both funny". Alex smirked "So now you have had your way with me are you going to stop flirting?" he asked. Tom sighed "Nah" he said in a content tone, "Now the fun really starts". Max leaned up and looked at him "Excuse me!" he said, "Not with my prince you don't". Tom glanced at him and smiled "Don't worry Max, I will make sure I see to you as well". "You think?" Max replied looking shocked, "You are my pussy boy now!" he exclaimed. Alex laid there laughing "Maybe for you I will be. Only maybe!" Tom replied leaning giving him a quick kiss. Max laid back down cuddling up to Tom "Is this okay if we do it again like?" Tom now asked. Alex nodded "Sure, as long as you don't forget I am royalty though" he said chuckling away. "And you?" Tom asked turning his head to Max who nodded and cuddled up even closer to him. There was a very real connection and affection between the three of them, each one had assumed it was more out of the flirting that seemed to have gone on for a while. For Tom it was that day when they first met and spoke to the prince at Greenacres when he knew he wanted to sex the hell out of him. But things changed so quickly when he was offered the chance of a lifetime and he owed such a debt of gratitude to Alex. It wasn't just for getting him the job, it was also for allowing him to be included in his inner circle. In the dappled light of the bedroom it didn't take long for the three of them to fall asleep. Max made the mistake of shuffling in bed and rolling on to his side waking Tom up who moved closer rubbing his growing cock against the soft skin of Max's arse. In a natural reaction Max moved his hand and stroked Tom's thigh pushing back. In the blink of an eye his cock moved between the suppleness hitting the warmth of his hole than opened allowing him access. Max giggled and try to push his leg away that was now moving over his own forcing him on to his stomach. Easily he could have fought him off but the thrill was there and he allowed Tom to position himself on top. He wasted no time and began fucking Max who tried to stifle his moans to prevent Alex from waking up. Tom licked the side of his neck and cheek then slipped one arm around his neck and using his free hand he gagged Max over the mouth, suddenly Max opened his eyes wide as Tom started recklessly fucking him and waking Alex up who laid on his side giggling. The muffled moan from under him, his body tensing, stretching forward, his arse clamping and clenching together rapidly, his low grunts displayed that he was shooting inside Max again. Removing his hand from his mouth Tom leaned down and kissed him hard then rolled off crashing in to Alex who seized the opportunity and started pushing his cock in to Tom. Copying what he had just done to Max, Alex now had Tom under him and gagged. It was a poor rendition as Alex didn't have the power in this hips, what he did instead was to keep his cock deep inside and rock his body back and forth over Tom's arse until the last minute when he let go and raised himself up on his arms fucking away hard for the last twenty seconds before shooting his load in his valet. With all intent and purpose to go back to sleep, which they did, that was until Tom felt horny again and got Alex then Max got Tom. Daylight was just beginning to appear when they finished the last bout of sex and fell asleep again, arses and cocks aching as they cuddled together in the sumptuous bed. Artem rolled over and saw the bed empty and unslept in, perplexed for a moment he suddenly realised that maybe he finally got Alex after all the silly flirting they did. Checking his phone for the time he knew the hotel butler would be arriving with the coffee shortly. He showered and dressed then entered the expansive lounge area just as the butler knocked on the door. Artem told him to leave the coffee on the table and he would deliver it to his highness. The butler did look slightly put out hoping he would get to see the young prince staying in the hotel, Artem made sure the butler knew to bring breakfast up at 9.30am and gave him a complete run down of what was required. After he left Artem poured two cups of coffee then decided he should probably do three if his suspicion was right. Placing the cups on the tray he walked towards the bedroom then knocked lightly on the door and entered. Three bodies laid strewn across the bed and he caught sight of Tom's naked arse who was laying on his stomach between Alex and Max. "Good morning your royal highness, sir" Artem said placing the coffee down, "Your coffee". Tom jumped up freaking out "Crap!" he said trying to cover himself with the sheet, "Sorry Artem". Artem grinned "Go shower and dress, the butler will be back at 9.30 with breakfast" he told him. "Yum yum to the butler" Tom said raising his eyebrows and they all rolled their eyes. Tom nodded and Alex slapped him on the arse "Naughty boy!" he said giggling as Tom took his coffee. Tom wagged a finger at him then bowed and left the room "Seriously!" Artem said with a judging look. Alex shrugged "Blame him" he said pointing to Max who rolled over. Artem rolled his eyes "Want to jump in and join us?" Max asked grinning away at him. "Oh Max!" Artem exclaimed putting the cup down by him, "No!" he said giggling, "Breakfast 9,30". Liam now stood at the door "Little trollops!" he said laughing. "Don't you start judging me" Alex replied picking up his coffee cup all prim and proper. Max looked over at him "You didn't fancy joining in last night?" he asked trying to keep a straight face. Liam stuck his nose up in the air giving them a snub and walked out with Artem laughing discussing how slutty the prince and his boyfriend were turning out to be. Across the lounge they could hear Franco giving Tom a good ribbing telling him he smelt of stale sex. Max laughed and laid back down in bed. "Do we have to get up?" Max asked in a whining voice, "I am so knackered". Alex put his cup down and leant over and kissed him "We can come back to bed if you like". Artem stood at the door again "Get your sorry arses out of bed. Now!" he said. Max laughed "How do you put up with him being so rude?" he asked Alex. "I know right. So flipping demanding" Alex replied, "He loves me though". Artem walked across the bedroom and pulled the sheet off Alex "Don't you dare!" Alex said giggling. Alex tried to fight him off but Artem had him by his ankles, despite the warnings from Alex he dragged the prince out of the bedroom and across the carpeted floor to the bathroom. All the time Alex was in fits of laughter whilst Max kneeled up on the bed watching and laughing as well, until Artem looked at him and told him he would be next. By the time they appeared from the bedroom they were both showered and appropriately dressed just as the butler arrived with their breakfasts. "Sorry should I come back?" Mateo asked taken back seeing the prince for real. "No that is okay" Artem replied ushering Mateo in who was taking sneaky glances at the prince. "What do I do?" Mateo asked looking at Artem for guidance. "Bow and address him as his royal highness and his partner as sir" Artem said advising him on protocol. Mateo did just that realising it was the first time he had been in the presence of real royalty and not just celebrities. Quickly he got back to preparing the table with Artem helping out whilst Alex and Max went outside on the terrace overlooking Hollywood with Liam and Franco joining them. Tom finished dressing putting his valet suit for breakfast and in case he was required. It may be the casual part of the trip but he never forget who he was in service to. Walking out of the bedroom he caught sight of Mateo again, the attractive looking Mexican who looked to be in his early twenties and standing slightly shorter than Artem yet his build was on par with himself. Straight away Tom got a vibe by the way Mateo looked at him. Tom walked over to shake his hand and was rewarded by a gentle finger caress on his wrist by the butler, it was indistinguishable to the naked eye. Yet it spoke volumes to Tom and he looked Mateo in the eye and smiled then returned the a caress and Mateo nodded in confirmation. Tom had heard about this discreet movement that many gay man adopted if unsure, and to have it done to him without anyone even knowing was quite thrilling. He helped finish laying the table for breakfast when Artem dismissed him telling him that would be all for now and to return at 11am to clean the suite. Mateo nodded and left the suite by the butlers pantry. "Should have kept him here to serve us" Tom said as the door the pantry closed. Artem put the coffee pot on the table "We can manage Tom it is only the six of us". Tom smiled "Still would have been nice to be waited on for a change" he said quite casually. Artem laughed "Yeah I guess. Maybe we can do that tomorrow" he said agreeing with Tom. "Or dinner tonight when they go off to the premier and party" Tom suggested. The other four came back in from the terrace and they all sat down for breakfast chatting away about what do until the premier. Max really wanted to go back to bed and Alex suggested they book in to the spa for the morning to get out of everyone's way, Franco jumped at the chance to spend the morning in the spa and happily volunteered to keep an eye on the boys and indulge in some treatments if Liam wanted to go for a run and hit the gym.

I don't need a vanilla bitch tonight we need a whore

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.”

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.

Pozzed while Cruising 3 He withdrew and spun me around and we kissed hard and slipped me his number telling me to call him when I get knocked up. I looked at him with a quizzed look. “You’ll know” he whispered. He then arranged his clothes and slipped out of the big stall leaving me there naked with an ass full of cum. Poz Cruise 3 I sat there in the big stall still naked. My clothes scattered about with poz cum leaking from my used slutty cunt. In the last two days, I have taken two seemingly poz loads from two guys that I did not know, that I just met and may never meet again. However, I did have his phone number. I sat in a daze only to be startled out of my trance by the sound of the outer door being opened up. I scrambled to grab my shorts and shirt from the floor. Whoever came in stopped at the sinks, and I could see him looking in my direction. He was a tall, dark black kid. I think he caught me looking out at him cause he smiled and took the stall next to me. I thought about leaving, but he tapped his foot. So, I tapped mine, and without further conversation. He dropped down to his knees and slid his 8 inch black cock under the stall. I did what I do best. I dropped to my knees and inhaled his manly scent and swallowed his cock. I sucked his cock for just a few minutes when he pulled back and came over to my stall. I unlocked the door and he slipped in locking the door behind him. Still sitting on the toilet, dripping poz cum from the last guy I swallowed this new guy with a slutty fervor that I did not know I had. As near as I could tell this guy had no tattoos of scorpions or biohazard signs, but I knew he was going to fuck me whether he wanted to or not. His cum was going to mix with the previous guy’s cum. I was going to have a belly full of toxic baby batter. I sucked his large cock only pulling off to ask him to fuck me. His answer was to trade me places. At first, I thought he was going to suck me, butt he made me face away from him and he pulled me down onto his stiff cock. He knew he was getting a creamed pie. “I am going to give your cunt another load boy” he said. I could only grunt out a “breed me” with his thick cock shoved deep in my hole. “I want your load deep in my ass”, I breathed hard. “I am going to knock you up” he responded, and with that my cock was instantly hard and leaking again. Was he poz too or was he just playing the part. I did not know but I continued to ride his black cock until he held me fully impaled on his thick rod and I felt his cock unload torrent after torrent deep into my whore ass. In two days, I have taken 3 loads deep in my ass from 3 mostly anonymous guys in public bathrooms on campus. I imagine if I were caught I would be arrested and probably thrown out of school, but that was the last thing on my mind. All I could think of was where could i go to find the next cock? When he was done breeding my ass. He pushed me off of him, made me clean his cock of cum and ass. He then pulled up his shorts, opened the door and left me there on my knees wanting more. I scrambled to shut the door before anyone else came in. I got dressed and stuffed some toilet paper in my ass crack to stem the flow of cum leaking from my pussy. I decided to head back to my dorm, but I knew I was going to pass the other bathroom on my way. So I decided to make another stop there on my way back to the dorm. I had quite the hitch in my step after taking two massive cocks and I could feel cum slowly leaking out of my abused twat. Just as I was about 20 feet from the door, I saw another freshman from my dorm come out the door looking all sheepish like he been up to something. I waved to him, but he just kept walking albeit a tad ‘funny’. I made my way in and I was greeted by the same guy who had done me the day before. He smiled at me and watched me go to the center stall. He then took the one to my right. This time I decided to be the aggressor and I tapped my foot. He spoke up, “I fucked you here yesterday didn’t I?” “Yes!” with almost too much excitement in my voice. We bantered back and forth for a moment or two and it ended with him inviting me back to his apartment for more than just a quickie and for him to recharge after he had just fucked that other kid. We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. More to Cum I love the feedback and the hot chat Joey

My twinkie friend and I were out drinking one night when he said “you go to that sauna round the corner – is it not dirty? Do you not care what people think?”. I replied “yeh, too right its dirty, there are all sorts of guys in there, poz, old, fit, neg, hunks, twinks, barebackers, safe bros”. He giggled and asked which I was. “You know I’m the bare bear spreading my poz seed”. I said “you always seem the sort to play safe and go with the jocks. He laughed and said “jocks yeh, want a good looking lad on my arm but I always seem to have run out of condoms. The jocks don’t mind they love bareback and they think I’m innocent and twinky”. I laughed and told him how dirty he was and he winked. Then I asked why do you always need to pretend to be innocent – do you not just wanna let your inner slut out? He replied “so much – makes me wanna go to that sauna and just let go”. He leaned closer, put a hand on my thigh, giggled and said “do they have a sling in there?”. I laughed and said “sure they do, careful though that hand could make the snake grow”. Just then he kissed me and said, “why don’t we go over – you can show me the ropes, or the chains lol”. I grabbed his hand and said, come on then pup, let’s go. The guy on the desk gave me a wink as I paid for both our tickets plus a bottle of poppers. We got changed and I showed my friend to the showers. We rubbed each other down and got semis in the process. I started a tour of the sauna, showing him the steam room, the spa pool then we got to the cabins and passed one with a bear with his ass up and his face down. My friend whispered “wow isn’t that dangerous – how do you know the guys will be hot or wrap up?”. I laughed and said “you don’t – that’s the fun of it and I bet he won’t be complaining if a guy dives in raw – most guys here do it bareback”. He replied “wow that’s so hot, makes me wanna sniff those poppers and get my peach out, can I have a sniff”. I was all to happy to help. He took a short sniff so I said “come on, have a good deep huff”. My twinky friend did. Suddenly, he dropped his towel and walked into a free room, kneeling down ass up. He said “so if show my ass like this, I might get a bare load from a bear I’ve longed for”. I said “you could, but it’s poz so it’s a big risk”. He groaned “make me yours – let everyone watch you breed me”. I walked in, leaving the cabin door open and dropped my towel. I knelt to lick the twinks smooth peach – burying my tongue deep in his cute hole. He moaned and took more sniffs of the poppers. Eventually he started to beg for my thick cock inside him. I lubed his hole and slid my cock firmly inside him. He groaned yes sir, give me your cock. I ploughed him doggy style for a bit, getting harder and faster as we went. Then I flipped him round onto his back and buried my raw cock inside him again. I leant in and kissed him. He said “please, I’ve needed you to breed me for so long, give me that potent seed, make me yours”. This pushed me over the edge and me cock thickened and I pumped a massive five day load into his twinky hole. We made out. Kissing long and hard. Eventually he said “thank u for giving me your masculine seed”. I replied “I’ll always be a part of you now”. Just then an old guy said “well done lad, making such a cute twink yours”. I looked round and said to my twink “look at the crowd – they loved my hairy body pounding your smooth one”. I kissed me again and said “a man and his lad – the way it should be”.

I have been reading and getting LOADS of pleasure from so many of you guys' stories, I thought I would try to return the favor. This is my first attempt so any constructive criticism will be appreciated. The story is a mix of truth and fantasy based on my own experiences and those of others I know. Hope you enjoy! Standing behind the high-back leather chair occupied by my leather daddy in his harness and chaps, I reached around each side of the chair and took hold of his hard eraser-sized nips between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and immediately begin applying pressure and twisting them. I heard my leather daddy moan then growl his approval and sexual arousal as expected, knowing how sensitive his big nips were and how they are hot-wired straight down to his fat cut 8 inch leather daddy cock. I knew that with each twist, pull, tug or flick on the edge of his nips his always-horny dick would throb and vibrate, spewing out oozings of his hot poz precum. Many times sitting between his legs licking his hairy balls while he played with his own nips I would be almost hypnotized seeing his dick's reaction to the nip play. But tonight I couldn't see the excited throbbings and twitchings of daddy's dick from the sensations on his nips. No, my view of daddy's dick was blocked by the thick-haired head of the hot high young bi sub pig that was eagerly making love to daddy's cock with his wet warm mouth. He had arrived at daddy's house just a little more than 30 minutes ago and had been worshipping that meaty slab of meat for almost the past 15 minutes, stopping only 3 brief times - once to make out with me when he first started sucking that dick and I was sharing it with him (that was before daddy had told me to get behind his chair and work his nips), and then twice to take 2 HUGE hits off the pipe at daddy's direction. Daddy had told me before the young sub had arrived that he had plans for that sexy bi boy tonight and into tomorrow and that plan required that we make sure we keep him tweaked and horny the whole time. And the stuff daddy had for the pipe this weekend was very strong. We would make sure he was kept right at the edge of being horny and piggy without being too out of it. And from daddy's moans and the wet slurping noises it was apparent that right at this moment the little piggy was very horny and very ready to please "our" leather daddy. As I stroked daddy's nips with my thumbs, causing him to arch his back and growl again, I leaned forward over the back of the chair, licking at the sweat on his neck and whispered to him, "Is that a good mouth on your dick? Does that sub boy know how to treat his daddy's big cock?" Daddy had just started a big hit off the wipe as I asked the question so he didn't answer immediately. Daddy had great lung capacity and inhaled on his hits longer than anybody I knew. Still working his nips I watched as he finally removed the flame from the bowl sucked in one last time, held it then blew out a fucking monstrous cloud that totally blocked out the young pig on the floor between his legs. "So hot, Sir!" I whispered. Tina clouds always make me horny. And I knew this one was going to ramp up daddy's horniness big time, especially with what he planned this weekend for the handsome boy currently sucking his cock. That boy had no idea daddy was poz (or that I was too). And he for sure didn't know daddy had stopped his meds 3 weeks ago. If daddy had it his way - and I knew he would - the beautiful young chemmed up pig sucking daddy's cock would find out all about daddy before going home tomorrow and he would be on the way to becoming just like the daddy he was intent on pleasing in every way. Oh, if he only knew where that was going to lead him! **I know it's kind of a slow start guys but needing to set the background and scene. Let me know if you think I should continue. Thanks!**

Well, you're entirely correct ... particularly if we're swinging a relatively "normal-sized" Cock. Even in the fuckflicks, it's usually the delightfully large Cocks that can make it work.

Kudo's bud ... you stood up to an empty shell, and he skulked away, having his bluff called. Well Done. Well, that part's probably on-point, but I'm a liiiittle tiiiiiny bit biased against said groups anyway. That said, is there a chance he constructed his screen name with a bit of tongue-in-cheekiness? To most of us, the "High Country" means one thing, but perhaps he's in the "clouds", where rational discourse is almost impossible? According to my understanding, rational thought isn't a major issue up there ....

Actually they used to do that, however it was so cheesy it was just a waste of VHS. I know I always hit the fast forward button once the last guy came.

this is a big problem for OF/JFF - get a damn camera man. i detest when they spend more (any!) time looking at the camera shot and not just getting lost in the sex.

Going to Miami to visit my mom and have an appt to get the shot on Thursday, not worth the risk.

This is very good advice from @Sfmike64, and it applies to a wide range of sexual play. Some doctors recommend Hibiclens, a foaming chlorhexidine wash. Whether that might help you or not, it's worth discussing the rashes with your medical professional. Hope you will be all better soon!

I've only recently come across stories by losolent. I've been riveted to what feels like an emotional rollercoaster ride reading these chapters so far. I wish I had the skill to paint such vivid characters with a good balance of detail to ensure the story keeps moving. Right now my favourite is Nick who seems just the right guy to fall in love with Asa. As for Liam then I hope he finds true love. However, all I can do is wait with abated breath for what I hope will eventually occur in the next chapter. I'll be gutted when this all ends. As yet I've only read one other story and certainly appreciate what could be many many hours of dedication over a long time in letting us enjoy ourselves. 'nuff said!

Chapter 3. Years later, after we were married, Sarah asked me if I’d be ok sharing her with other guys. When it started, I honestly did it to please her. I shared her with a practical stranger who fucked her safely and sprayed his cum all over her pussy, which I gladly lapped up for her. The next guy was so hung, he stretched her out with his condom-sheathed cock, but when he pulled out to cum, he sprayed his seed into her gaping fertile cunt. The third guy I shared her with had a vasectomy and was shooting blanks. When the first two men heard that we’d let the third man fuck Sarah bareback and cum inside her, they came back for more. And I ate those loads out of her creamy pussy. She’d taken two loads of cum deep inside her when it wasn’t exactly her safe time. While creampie eating started to get as much of their seed out as possible, I loved making Sarah feel good. I truly don’t mind the taste or the texture. Just remembering those fun cummy nights makes me hard. Those three strangers were the first I shared Sarah with, but they were not, I now know, the first raw cocks she’d taken. After sharing her with a few more friends and pals, Sarah told me the whole story of the first time she let a stranger fill her up. She also told me that her first time wasn’t with me, it was with two total strangers. As I ate her freshly-fucked pussy, she told me that had happened on that night. I had been in the room when she lost her virginity to another man, or rather men. As he flirted with my girlfriend in his wet underwear, Mike, the station wagon driver, saw me passed out on the lounge chair by the pool. He asked if she needed any help getting me to bed. Sarah had gladly accepted his offer. Mike must have slung me over his shoulder, fresh from the pool, in what I remember being nearly sheer underwear barely concealing his impressive package. Mike had suggested putting me upright in a chair just in case I was drunk and could get sick. Sarah offered him a fresh towel to dry off with, and he’d gladly accepted but didn’t use too thoroughly. Sarah told me that she’d seen his dick in his wet underwear and made a joke about it being bigger soft than I was hard. He’d chuckled and asked if she wanted to compare them. He offered to whip it out so she could get a better look. Sarah told him that she’d already seen more of his dick than any man other than me. He’d joked that she should see a few more cocks before settling down with just one. She’d laughed and said she’d keep that in mind, even saying that she wasn’t sure she’d ever be satisfied with just one cock. Mike asked if we’d had any evening plans and she’d confessed that while we were saving going all the way until marriage, she was going to let me tease her pussy with my cock for the first time tonight. She also told him that she’d nearly cum before we headed to dinner and couldn’t wait to have an orgasm. Me being out cold, Mike had offered his services, happy to help get her off. Sarah confessed that seeing his package had turned her on even more than her unfinished orgasm from earlier. She spread her legs to show him that she was wet just thinking about other men’s’ dicks. Her bikini bottoms were soaked through with her juices and clung to her swollen pussy lips. Mike pulled his wet underwear down and offered her a closer look. He warned her that his cum was super-charged, and he always had to wear a condom when getting anywhere near his wife’s pussy. Sarah told him that we didn’t bring any since we weren’t planning on going that far, and plus, she didn’t believe in birth control. He told her he’d be willing to risk it since it was just going to be teasing. Mike offered to get her off and she ripped her bathing suit off and tossed it to him. He closely examined the soaked crotch of her bikini and inhaled her juices. She told him he was welcome to eat her pussy if he’d like that. Mike went down on my girlfriend, and she was close to cumming when he stopped. Sarah was clearly enjoying what he was doing with his tongue against her clit, and even giggled, telling him that he was almost as good at eating her creamy pussy as I was. Mike suggested they try something she hadn’t done with me yet and one day maybe, when the time was right, she could tell me about taking her first cock while I, the love of her life, was in the room. Sarah’s whole body quivered with her first mini orgasm just thinking about telling me one day. Mike asked her if she wanted him to tease her pussy with his bare cock, and she told him it might not be a good idea, since she had her period a week earlier and it might be especially risky. He promised just to tease unless she wanted more, and Sarah laid back again and spread her legs. Mike positioned himself between her legs and slapped his cock against her bare pussy. She loved it and begged for more. His was the first cock to touch her cunt. Mike went from slapping his hard dick against her pussy lips and ever so gently aligned the tip of his cock where no man had been before. Sarah told me that she remembered her breathing going shallow and rocking her hips, so the very tip eased ever so slightly into her unprotected cunt. Mike was staying perfectly still and letting Sarah take as much or as little of his cock as she wanted. She thanked this man, a total stranger, for letting her use his bare dick to get off. Sarah took maybe two inches of Mike when she heard a noise. She thought it was me stirring, but when they looked over at me and saw me passed out cold, they realized it was the desk clerk at the door. The noise had been a knock at the propped-open door, and it was the clerk delivering the spare room key to replace the one I’d lost in the pool. He quickly assessed the situation and saw that Mike was sliding his raw cock into Sarah’s pussy while I was passed out cold. She was embarrassed, but he offered a little explanation as Mike kept teasing her cunt. As he undressed, the clerk came clean about something special being added to our honeymoon gift basket chocolates. Mine had been spiked with a sedative and hers had been dosed with an aphrodisiac. As Mike kept pumping her pussy, he himself volunteered that he’d provided the chocolates. He looked down at her as he told her hers wasn’t the first pussy they’d shared. Sarah told me she felt violated, but in the moment, with Mike sliding further and further inside her, and the clerk slowly stripping off the rest of his uniform, she knew she wanted them to use her. It felt good and she knew I’d be fine. She confessed to wanting them both to fuck her. She promised to tell me one day when the time was right, knowing I’d understand. Mike winked at her saying that he’d be glad to fuck her again with me watching one day. Mike slid all the way in and pounded Sarah while she blew the clerk. Mike’s cock brought her to a big orgasm. After Mike came inside her, the men switched places and Sarah took her second raw cock. The clerk slid his meat into her cummy pussy. He was smaller than Mike and she later described the sound of his dick sloshing around inside her. After the clerk filled her up with his load, she had them help me onto the bed. They stripped me naked, and Sarah suckled my soft cock while they each took another turn. By sunrise, she had four loads simmering in her fertile womb. She managed to suck a load out of me as well and spit it into her palm to finger fuck into herself. She even ground her sloppy pussy against my sleeping face as Mike and the clerk dressed and left. Mike gave her a pill that he promised would keep her from becoming pregnant, but she was a little leery of taking any pill they offered her. Sarah was relieved when she had her next period. It was years later when she told me that I wasn’t her first, but I was there, passed out on the bed when she took her first two raw cocks, letting them both cum deep inside her twice. She came clean as well about me eating her creamy pussy the next morning. I’d eaten my load for the first time, mingled with two strangers’ fresh seed as it oozed out of her and into my open mouth. Sarah still tells me I eat her better than anyone ever has. When she told me the whole story, I was so hard I couldn’t help but fuck a load into her before eating it out. l held Sarah and told her that I didn’t mind being the third man to fuck her, after we were married, and that she didn’t need to keep any secrets. She asked if I meant that, and I eagerly nodded. She then told me I was nowhere near her third cock. She’d let multiple men breed her before I slid all the way inside for the first time. We made plans to see Mike again. All these years later, she’d kept his card. I knew I’d be tasting his load out of her creamy pussy again soon. To be continued…

I think I posted before but: Absolutely love to be bound to a sling. Ass is at the perfect position for taking multiple loads!!

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

I went to Marty’s room; he was naked already and sitting on the edge of his bed. I went over and got between his legs. His dick was starting to grow, as it lifted, I caught it with my mouth and began sucking him. He had trained my throat well, I was taking him almost all the way inside my throat, he would hold my head and help me. He would make me edge him, using my throat and mouth for ten minutes and then when I thought I could not do anymore he would let me up and lift his legs so I could rim and eat his hole. He would hold my head, pressing it deep on his hole. Moaning and encouraging me. He would tell me what a good boy I was, how much he liked it and how good I was getting. That made me feel good, then without warning he would drop his legs, I would grab his cock and suck it deep again. He would do this for three our four rounds, then he would say, want my cum ben? You want to taste my cum don’t you. You ate my hole and now you want to eat my cum, tell me you want it. I lifted and said, I want your cum. Please give me your cum Marty. Okay boy, because you asked me so nicely you can have my big load. Then he shoved my head back on his dick and I sucked for two more minutes until he shot his load in my mouth. I sucked him clean, after swallowing his load and then he said, time to go back to your room Ben. I went back to my room, horny as hell. I crawled in bed and jacked off and then fell sleep. When I woke Marty was already downstairs with my parents who were telling him how great it was going with him living with us, they said they were going on a long vacation and would be gone for four weeks. They had video monitoring downstairs being installed and outdoor cameras to monitor the house while they were gone. Marty told them we would be on our best behavior, they had nothing to worry about. My mother pulled me aside, are you sure that you are comfortable with Marty watching you? I could always have your aunt come up. I assured my mother that I was fine and there was nothing to worry about. Over the next few days, Marty was on the phone, he made lots of calls, text and emailed a ton. He had a few photo sessions with me, showing off my ass, me sucking his big dick and ass up on the bed on all fours with my cheeks spread so my hole was exposed. I thought it was weird, but I did it anyway. He had been sending pics, put up a few posts. What I found out later was he had been getting money every time I gave up my ass to these guys. I was now on several rent and dating sites as a paid escort for bareback service. One site was an auction to sell my neg ass to a POZ top for conversion. I would later learn all about it. He continued to email, text and make calls over the next three days while my parents got ready and when the day finally came, Marty and I sat around, he told me that I was going to be busy this month and when it was over, I would have had the time of my life. I smiled, but I was a little nervous. He said, you have a date tonight, a hook up today in a few hours. We need to get you some clothes to wear. Marty and I went shopping, He bought me cock rings, jock straps, tight shorts and shirts. When we got home, he had me model them and took some more pictures. He told me to clean up, I now knew that mean that I needed to shower and clean out, so I was ready to get fucked, I am going to drop you off to your hook up. I was dressed up in the tight shorts, jock, t-shirt and cock ring and ready to do. I was dropped off at a hotel, Marty told me to go to room 308. I went up the elevator and knocked on the door, it opened to a tall red head built in a rob. He stepped back so I could walk in and said welcome in broken English. His hands were all over me and he had soon undressed me, except for my Jock. He picked me up and put me on the bed, kissing my neck and back and working his way down to my ass. He spread my cheeks and began to eat you hole. I could only moan, his tongue was magical. He ate my hole for several minutes, then pull off, I turned around as he dropped his robe. He spoke in French; I had no idea what he said but it was beautiful and so was his flawless body. Pale skin, six pack, red pubes and a huge dick. I crawled over, held onto it and then guided it to my mouth. I sucked him for two or three minutes and he was rock hard. Big uncut dick, I jacked it as he spoke some more and then patted the mattress so I would get back up on the bed. I returned to ass up on all four, he walked over and grabbed some poppers and lube and came back and handed me the poppers then he returned to eating my hole. This time he tongued me even deeper, I moaned and hit the poppers. His tongue pulled out and he slide a finger inside me and then two. He fingered fucked me while he kissed my ass left ass check, then a third finger. I was loving it, this went on for a couple minutes with three fingers inside me, then he pulled out. His big dick slapped my ass and then he lined it up and slowly pressed his manhood deep inside me. It felt so full, he spoke to me the entire time he was sliding in, and I understood none of it. He pressed deep and held it there and then he slowly picked up the pace. His dick felt amazing inside me, he fucked me with nice long strokes as I hit the poppers. He fucked me like this for twenty minutes, his breathing got heavy and then he shot inside me with a big groan. He pulled out and held my back as he came around to present his cock to me to clean off. I started to suck him as he grabbed his phone, texting away. Two minutes in, I heard the door, I tried to pull up to look but the ginger held me there as a guy came up and felt my hole. He spoke in French also, then he dropped his pants and lubed up his dick and pressed inside me. The guy behind me was bigger and his dick hurt some, he began to fuck me, I pulled off the gingers dick, ginger feed me poppers as he rubbed my cheek and head. More French and then he said in English. Beautiful whore. Nasty Cunt! That sounds so pretty in French. They went back to speaking in their native language and before long the guy behind me shot inside me. He pulled out once he caught his breath. He tucked his dick back in his pants and walked out. The ginger guy was calling me a whore in French His dick was rock hard again and he got up holding my back and slide his big dick inside me and fucked me hard this time, calling me a whore and other names in French and ten minutes later shot inside me. When he pulled out, he made me clean him up again. Once clean, he grabbed my clothes and handed them to me. I got up off the bed and started dressing when he tossed $100.00 bill down on the bed. He winked at me, I grabbed the money and put it in my pocket, he walked me to the door, opening it and telling me once more I was a beautiful whore in English. I was totally embarrassed, there was an older couple walking by just as he said it. I received a text from Marty, running late. Go to room 507, knock and kill some time, text me when you finish. I text him back, okay but feeling a little like I wanted to go home. I thought, should I tell him about the money. I decided I would not say anything unless he asked me directly. I entered the elevator and went back up, then off on the 5th floor and made my way to room 508. The door opened; the guy looked like a professor. Crazy professor. He had curly unkept hair, glasses he was about 5’10 150 pounds and he invited me in. He pulled down his shorts and underwear and sat on the sofa, I walked over and got between his legs and began to suck his dick. It was a fat seven inches, he had me suck his cock while he watched porn, straight porn. He would push my head down all the way and hold it there, then let me up to suck his dick again. He had me do this for twenty minutes and then he said, show me your ass. I got up and dropped my pants, he pushed me forward toward the bed. He spit on my hole a few times and then lined up his cock and shoved it inside me and fucked me for five more minutes and shot his load inside me. He had not spoken much but after he shot, he pulled out and told me to clean him off and after I did, he said, nice boy. May need your services a few more times on this trip. Time for you to go, I got dressed, walked to the door, he opened it. I walked out and the door closed quickly, I headed to the elevator and down to the lobby. I text Marty, I am here he said. I walked out to meet him, and he said, sorry I was late. I had to make some more arrangements for your date tonight. I sat there with cum inside me knowing that three guys had filled me with four loads. When we got home Marty said, you will be spending the night on your date. You should pack a bag bro. I thought really, but I went up and packed a bag and got out of my clothes and showered and cleaned out. I got rock hard in the shower thinking about the hot ginger and him calling me a whore. I also tried to imagine what the other guy looked like; I wish I had been able to see him too. I rubbed one out in the shower, I could not help it. Once I was showered and clean, I got dressed and in nice clothes and packed the tight stuff that Marty purchased for me. Marty came in and said, you look nice, but you are a little over dressed. He handed me a tight pair of pants that showed every inch of my ass and my bulge and a see-through shirt. He grabbed my junk and said, you look huge with your cock ring on. You look hot, he is going to really like you. He is sending an uber for you, I was starting to get aroused and excited. It was almost five and we went downstairs, and he had me go out the back door where there were no cameras and out the garage. The uber was not long and I entered, the driver was middle eastern and attractive. He kept staring at me and rubbing his crotch. He pulled over ten blocks away from my house in a warehouse district and got out, opened my door and then presented me with big beautiful brown dick. I sucked his hot cock for ten minutes and he shot in my mouth. I swallowed him, he closed the door and got in front and drove off without a word. When we pulled up to our destination he stopped, handed me a card with his number on it and said, text me when you want me to cum in your ass. I kind of wanted to give him my ass now. I got out and he did too, he felt my ass, leaned down and kissed me and said, text me. I said, I will.

It happens. I get tested every 3 months - more often if I've been to an event or big party. I always get treated immediately and then go back to being a whore after I'm fully recovered.

I get tested for HIV and STIs 4 times per year. I have typically picked something up at 2 out of 4 tests. Since deciding to go bareback full time about 5 years ago I have tried some strategies to compensate for lack of condoms with PrEP at top of list. I have recently reduced the amount of oral sex in group settings in an attempt to reduce some throat infections and try to remember to use an antiseptic mouthwash after sessions (I’m not 100% sure how that helps, but it can’t hurt). In group sessions I try to wash my cock periodically though I admit it is often difficult to avoid its entry into multiple holes in heat of the moment. Actually I’ve been surprised recently at how few bugs I’ve gotten after multiple successive raw hookups on sex trips and have put this down to ubiquity of PrEP use with its mandatory STI testing to retain prescriptions.

Part 3 - The College Jock Ethan unlocked the cubicle door and went back to the locker room to find it empty, opening the door to his locker to retrieve his clothes he found a note with a phone number which read 'When you want more and you will, call me as I now own you'. Ethan read and re-read the note before coming to the conclusion that the author thought way to much of himself, but he realised his cock was rock hard. Unconsciously he folded the note and put in the pocket of his shorts and finished changing. The warmth and brightness of the sun shocked him as he left the bathhouse, Ethan looked at his phone and was amazed to find it was already nearly 5pm. The walk back to the train station was strange to say the least, he wondered if he was walking funny and did the people walking past notice this. The one thing the train didn't have was soft seats which is what he could have really done with right now. He found it hard for the first 5 minutes adjusting his seating position, every time the train jerked pain shot through his ass, thankfully the journey was over quickly and he headed through Harrison down the leafy road to home. Halfway home he felt a weird feeling as his underwear was sticking to his ass, he tried to adjust without being noticed, panic struck thinking that he might be bleeding and would bleed out if he didn't get home in time. The house was quiet as he stepped through and he rushed up to his bedroom and bathroom, stripping as he did so. He noticed a damp patch on his shorts and pulled down his underwear he saw a patch of pink slime congregated in them, partly relieved that he was not bleeding he got to cleaning himself up. He ran some hot water and rinsed his underwear to get rid of the signs, as he did so he felt another strange sensation as a trickle ran down the inside of his thigh. He grabbed some toilet tissue and saw more of the pink slime escaping from his ass. He cleaned himself up as best he could and went back to the bedroom picking up the shorts from the floor, he suddenly remembered the note an debated weather to destroy it, pausing he read it once more and saw the face and body of the young man. Ethan suddenly noticed that he had grabbed his cock and felt he was rock hard again. He stood looking at the note and decided to add the number in his contacts, he tore the note up satisfied that if he wanted to contact him he could or he could wipe the number forever, but now was not the time to make that decision. Tired and aching he pulled the duvet cover back and snuggled down in bed to sleep for a few hours, in no time at all he was deep asleep thinking about the encounter with the Latin guy. After several hours he woke startled as he felt a wet patch he was laying on, jumping out of bed he looked at the sheet to see another pool of the pink slimly seed, a faint odour hit his nose and could only deduce this is what a fucked ass must smell like. It was all very new to him and almost unsure if it was normal, he quickly removed the sheet and took it to the laundry room to wash it with his underwear and shorts. Returning to the bedroom he headed to the shower and cleaned the mess around his ass and legs, he dried himself off and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt pretty normal considering he was no longer a virgin, but was he expecting to feel different after all the only sign was the mess and his sore ass. For the first time he chuckled to himself and picked his phone up typing a message to the mysterious number it was short and to the point 'Your cum is still leaking out of my ass.', he hit the send button and looked at the screen in contemplation. He was about to put the phone back when it pinged almost making him jump, quickly he looked and saw the reply 'Good, will take a while as you got a lot. Let me know when you want it again.', he put the phone down and laid a clean sheet on the bed, he grabbed the towel he just used to dry himself with and laid it over the clean sheet as he settled back down to sleep. Ethan slept right through until 8am when he heard the cleaner moving around downstairs, his ass was still throbbing but less so as he got out of bed and inspected the towel. Sure enough there was a large dry patch that was almost rusty in colour, he dressed and took the towel down to the laundry room chatting briefly with the cleaner. The rest of the day went by without any more incidents and he spent the afternoon out and about Harrison with his college friends before the family returned from the Hamptons. The virus already established itself in it's new host and was beginning to divide and conquer, slowly but surely Angelo was more a part of Ethan he could ever have comprehended. Ethan was sure he had dodged the bullet this time but the one thing he hadn't researched was what to do if you had unprotected sex with a hiv positive man. By the middle of the week he had missed any chance to take PREP and unknown to him he had let the virus infiltrate every part of his body, day by day it was changing his whole life. On Thursday Ethan had the sniffles and thought he was coming down with a cold, his body had began the fight back against the invading virus, battle lines were drawn and war was fought but to no avail. Thankfully Friday came around again and he had the afternoon off college so was looking forward to a longish weekend. The forecast was for sunny and warm weather but that morning he felt the cold had cleared and was looking forward to morning lessons,. He knew that half day at college meant extra assignment work to be done and handed in on Monday, this mean if he didn't get it done this afternoon the rest of the weekend would be manic. He picked his bag up and about to head out of the door to college. "Ethan," his mother called out to him. He stopped with this hand holding the door handle "Yes" he shouted back. His mother appeared "There you are, we are heading to the Hamptons later for the weekend." Ethan sighed "I would love to go but I am going to get a ton of work from college as it's half day." Nodding her head "Okay, but if you need anything let the cleaner know she will be on Sunday." "Sure, will do and you're only a phone call away if I need you," he said smiling at her. She said goodbye as Ethan walked up the driveway on his 30 minute walk to the college. Ethan arrived and found himself a quiet table in the recreation room before lessons and was reading through some of the work for the morning. Tony and his friend Leo wandered in and took the table next to Ethan. Leo smirked at Tony nodding in Ethan's direction, Tony definitely had a big crush on Ethan but his boyfriend Adam had told him not do anything silly in case it backfired. Tony and Leo sat chatting waiting for Adam to arrive, they both spent the 10 minutes taking sneaky glances at Ethan whose head was in his book until Adam arrived. One thing Ethan could not help was having a look at Adam whenever he entered the room, after all Ethan had thought about Adam and himself making love over and over, his train of thoughts was cut off by Tony talking. "Hey Adam, thought you was going to be late as your cutting it fine" Tony asked. Adam shook his head seeing they were sitting next to Ethan "Plenty of time" he replied sitting down. Tony leaned over "How was last night?" Adam smile "Good, had a great night last night, Bradley did good as usual" laughing at trying to be discreet. Tony laughed "Man you are so lucky" he replied. Adam leaned forward in a hushed voice "He wants you next time as well" he said to Tony. "Seriously, oh yeah I'm up for that," Tony replied. "He told me he is going to and get a cute young guy if he shows up again," Adam commented. Tony scoffed "That's if you know who doesn't get there first." "From what he said that has already happened" Adam replied. Tony leaned in "Did he tell you anymore about who it was?" Adam shook his head "You know Bradley ever the soul of discretion." Ethan strained to hear what conversation was going on. the name Bradley didn't ring any bells, only the bell sounding classes to start in 5 minutes stopped them in their tracks. Ethan watched Adam out the corner of his eye, he stood just slightly taller than Ethan, but was a powerhouse in comparison, he played a lot of sport and had a well defined muscular build. His dark cropped hair suited him and was always surrounded by other guys, he was indeed the all American college jock. Ethan first had his suspicion about Adam due to the lack of girls that flocked around him, and his friends revelation last week confirmed what he thought. The recreation room was emptying and Ethan stood up. "Hey Ethan mind if I walk with you to class?" Adam asked standing up. Ethan looked around as if trying to fathom if Adam was talking to him "Oh, sure I guess so". "Oh happy birthday for last weekend. You turned 18, didn't you?" Adam asked as Tony glanced back at them. Ethan blushed a little "Yes and thank you." "I didn't get a party invite, though," Adam joked looking at Ethan. Ethan fumbled around Adam "Oh I err didn't have a party." "No party?" Adam stopped and looked at him. Ethan shook his head "Didn't want one, plus I was busy" he replied. "Can't wait for this morning to be over." he said to Ethan as they walked along the corridor. Ethan looked at him a little stunned that he was making conversation "Yes, been a long week." "You have plans for the weekend Ethan?" he asked him. Ethan shook his head "Nothing in particular just need to keep on top of my coursework". Adam laughed "You need to have more fun, mind if I sit with you?" he asked as they reached the lecture room. "Sure" was all that Ethan could manage. Adam sat down next to Ethan "Maybe we could hang out sometime?" "Oh, yeah that would be nice" Ethan replied. He felt uncomfortable all through the lecture as he was sure Adam was watching him, several times their legs touched each other and he was trying to work out if it was deliberate. At 10am they were recessed for 20 minutes and Adam insisted Ethan came and sat with him outside on the grass to get some air. They spent the time talking about their studies and Harrison in general, this morning had turned out to be a revelation as it was really the first time they engaged in a conversation beyond the odd hello and how are you. For Adam what started out as a joke to see who if anyone could get in to Ethan's underwear was turning more in to a friendship. The midday bell rang and Ethan walked out with Adam. "Are you rushing off anywhere Ethan" Adam asked. Ethan caught by surprise shook his head "Just home to get the assignment done." "Mind the company if I walk with you?" Adam was assessing Ethan. Ethan nodded but curiosity go the better of him "Why the sudden interest in me Adam?" Adam stopped walking "Oh, we hit the same classes but you never really speak to me." "Sorry I wasn't being funny, but I just thought you had your friends," Ethan replied. Adam laughed "Ah, you mean Tony and Leo?" Ethan nodded "Yes, you seem very close." "Well Leo is a friend and Tony is somewhat closer than a friend" Adam replied looking at Ethan who found himself looking deep into Adam's eyes "You, really?" Adam nodded "Yes, Ethan, me." Ethan thought back to class "So you were deliberately touching my leg with yours." Adam stumbled a moment as he had been found out "No, no, well maybe a little." Ethan walked on "Your quite funny and very brave". Adam caught up "I hope we can still be friends now you know". "If you want to then I am sure we can" Ethan replied. "Just one other thing, now you know about Tony and me please don't say a word" Adam looked seriously at him. Ethan chuckled "Our secret then." They reached Harrison town centre and Ethan said good bye to Adam and wished him good weekend as he headed off towards home. Adam couldn't help himself but stand and watch Ethan walking away until he was interrupted by a tapping on his shoulder. "Do you still think he is on the fence?" Tony asked surprising Adam. Adam turned to Tony "I really don't know he gave nothing away" he said looking back at Ethan. Tony watched "Did you tell me about us?" "Yes, strange but it felt okay telling him," Adam replied. Tony nudged Adam "Maybe you did sniff him out right. Are you parents home?" he asked. Adam laughed "No, come on back to mine I want to fuck your brains out." "About time" Tony replied as they turned and walked in the opposite direction. Ethan was glad to be home and he sat down to get his assignments done before the weekend and just as the clock struck 5pm he finished and closed his books. He wandered up to his bedroom to put his things away and started group texting with his friends to find out if anyone was going out, whilst waiting for a reply he stumbled across the message from last weekend to mystery man. Stupidly he typed a message 'Hi' followed by a smiley face and hit the send button, immediately he shook his head, what the fuck was I thinking he thought to himself. He had a worrying feeling before realising his cock was bursting in his pants to be set free. Angelo stepped out the shower walked over to pick his phone up and saw a message from 'Virgin', he chuckled to himself at the one word message. Typing he sent a response. Ethan was shocked that the reply came so quickly, he fumbled and opened the message to read it 'Meet me at the bathhouse in one hour', he contemplated but another message came along 'When you arrive tell Brad your name is Tiger'. Ethan never stopped to think as his cock and desire for sex again was driving and was already changing his clothes and out of the door within 10 minutes, he jogged to the train station and caught the first train heading to NYC via the Bronx. He was not afraid but he still worried about the young man and his poz status if the tattoo of the Angel on his back was anything to go by. Walking along the blocks he was literally dead on time with a few minutes to spare, he stood outside the building looking at the door, steadying himself he pressed by the buzzer and waited until the door opened. Behind the glass box stood Brad, but all Ethan could think about was being held in those strong arms by the sexiest guy he had seen in a long time.

Five of us raised our hands: two of us neg guys and three biohazard guys, including Blake. Teddy said, "I'll get them prepared, you guys go in for the meeting." Turning to Blake I asked "You've done this before?" "No, but I want to you to get as much cum of mine as I can." I gave him a kiss and said, "Please do your best to poz me." Having over heard our conversation while passing by, Mike commented with a smile "Save some poz cum for me too!” A couple of nearby guys added "Don’t worry, we’ll help!” The Conversion Club was apparently the perfect place to ask for what you want from guys who could give it to one. The Conversion Club assembled and Brad and Justin addressed the 20 guys in attendance. Brad opened saying "I've greeted you already, but again, thank you for being here. As you can see our club is growing, and we have you guys to thank for that. What we're doing is pretty amazing, and I'm thrilled you're on the journey with us. Congratulations to Mark and Nate. Their conversion is complete. Nate didn't get the fuck flu ... " (The crowd boo'd and then laughed "...and we just about lost Mark, but the Conversion Club took care of him here, and with some IV fluids and some meds. Now he's here ready to breed and seed. They returned a couple weeks ago from their visit with Zak in Chicago, who did his typical great work on their tattoos. Because Mark rolls a little different, in addition to the standard biohazard tattoo above the cock, he has one that says "HIV+" on his chest. Hopefully we'll get the next group out to see Zak in the next couple of weeks. We have these tattoos because we appreciate being poz and have pride in our shared disease. We are all stronger together because of them." There was a door knock, and Brad left the room to take care of that. Justin stepped up and continued saying "We have two of the three inductees here. Hopefully the third will be here soon. We also have a special guest here. Kevin, can you come out?" A massive 6'6" guy, came out to join the group. Tall and lean, he must be a long-term survivor, as he has the sexy sunken cheeks, veiny arms and legs and wasted ass. So sexy. He had is biohazard tattoo over his cock, like most everyone else except me and Mike, but also had one on his arm. But the most erotic feature of Kevin was his KS lesions, scattered over his body. "If you've not met Kevin, he pozzed Brad and me. This kinky stud throws a great fuck and you're going to love him if he's not fucked you before." Kevin's presence kicked up the erotic energy in the room, bringing several of the guys fully erect ... me as well. The thought of having him in me was too hot and got my cock stirring even more than it had been. Brad returned to the room with the third inductee a twenty-something brown-haired cutie, with sexy scruff and a hairy, athletic body. Other than his good looks, his defining feature was the lack of a penis ... a sexy FTM transguy. Brad said, "And everyone is here. This is Andrew, everyone. Like a lot of you, he's been craving poz cum for quite a while, and needs the help of our group to get it done. He'll get his first poz load ever here with us, and he's lucky to have one more fuckhole than the rest of us. Over here is Mike who is also taking his first poz load. If you're nice, he'll let you suck on his budding nipples while you fuck him with your hot load. If you want your nips like that, let me know. And our third inductee is Rik. Justin and Mateo were lucky enough to breed him a couple weeks ago, and I understand Blake has given him a load. He's on the FasTrack program, so if you want to share your DNA, let Teddy know and he'll draw it up. Hopefully we'll have several syringes to inject him within an hour or so. For the new folks, I hope you take the opportunity to try out as many cocks and holes as you can. You’ll see, everyone here is open to getting a cock inside them, even for a quickie. Our inductees will be bred on the pool deck, and Teddy has set up chaise lounges for everyone's comfort. He also has the TriMix available for those who want it. Given a choice, please elect to breed a neg hole over a poz hole. Also, it's hot out so drink lots of water. We recommend one bottled water for every two loads. If you’re not pee shy, guys that usually hang around the deep end of the pool will drink your piss and not spill a drop. Again, thanks again for being here. Have fun, guys!" Everyone got the message that this was the time for sexual activity. We didn't even get out to the pool before everyone was feeling everyone else up. Nobody was left out. If I was being kissed, someone was feeling my cock, balls or asshole. Many a man was fully boned, his cock either hard against his abs or slightly pointing out. This was going to be a fuck fest for the ages, and a life-changing one for me. Seeing Mike and me, Teddy approached suggesting "Let's get the TriMix injections done first so we can get started. " Mike and I didn't need the TriMix, but we didn't need AIDS either. We wanted it. Teddy injected Mike's cock first and then mine. Fuck it stung, but I felt the blood flowing into my cock already. My uncut cock was almost fully hard and my foreskin was hanging on trying not to roll down. Teddy gave us a gauze square in case of bleeding, he said "Hold that for a sec while you take your lounge." Andrew, Mike and I laid down on our chaise lounges and were given a small lube container by Brad. Simultaneously, each of us had someone to rub some lube our holes, to work some fingers inside us. The poz guys wanting TriMix got their injections next, including Kevin. The difference was Teddy let the blood ooze a little bit from their cocks. That's a sexy way of getting the ball rolling. Being the hosts of the event, Brad and Justin always got to breed first. Brad chose me and Justin chose Andrew. Kevin (and his bloody cock) chose Mike for his first fuck. It was the first time that Brad had been inside my ass, and he was a superb fuck. Such a great cock and a sexy body. Getting fucked my him and seeing the other two guys getting bred at the same time was beyond erotic. Add to that, the other guys were sucking each other or having their asses played with. It wasn't long before Justin's orgasm moans triggered Brad and Kevin's as well. All the tops were letting the us know their charged loads were being delivered, and us bottoms were begging for their loads.

"Get up here boy and sit in Daddy's lap. It's time for all 3 of us to get real piggy." The cocksucker, hearing daddy's command took one last loud slurp on the meaty tool he had been feeding on then rose up and eagerly straddled daddy's thighs wiggling his hairy ass against the spit soaked cock rubbing up against him. "You two pigs looked damn hot when you were making out earlier. Got your leather daddy horned up nice and hard. Now I want to see you two fuckers shotgun some tina then really make out." The pig boi and I looked at each other eagerly, and I could see the barely restrained hunger in his dark soulless dilated eyes. He was a damn good kisser and I was going to enjoy this just for that part of it alone. But even more, I would enjoy it knowing that the shotguns would get him even more spun and closer to crossing that line he wasn't even aware Daddy had already drawn for him. Daddy placed the well-loaded pipe stem up to the full wet lips of this young horny sub pig and lit the flame under the bowl. "Take a HUGE hit pig. I want this shotgun to last so you two fucking bois can swap spit a long time and make Daddy's dick hard and needing to cum." The boi moaned hungrily and began to inhale deep and steady. I was impressed! His hit was even longer than most of Daddy's. As I watched him inhale, I saw the change reflected in his darkening eyes, the powerful potent Tina taking control of him....just as Daddy had planned. The next step would begin soon...as a matter of fact right after we shotgunned. My eyes flickered briefly to the TV screen playing - of course - gay bareback porn. The scene showing now was 2 hot daddies with a young jock in a sling, one feeding him the pipe while the other was blowing clouds up his hole. We didn't have a sling, but.... The sub boi finally ended his hit and with a whispered seductive command from our Daddy he leaned forward to meet my parted lips, and exhaled the biggest damn shotgun I had ever had! Holy Shit!! I started feeling my whole body tingle within seconds! If I wasn't careful I'd be as out of it as our star attraction. I sucked the smoke in slowly tasting his lips and tongue, then returned it to him as we moaned into each other. My fingers moved to his nips and began pulling on them, intensifying the shotgun and tongue action as we traded the smoke back and forth 6 or 7 times. The smoke was gone but with daddy egging us on we leaned into each other and started making out noisily. What a fucking tongue and mouth this boi had on him! I couldn't wait to have him using it on my poz cock! As we continued making out, now rubbing each others skin, I felt Daddy's hand slide down my naked sweaty back then felt the familiar pleasure of his thick finger sliding into my wet hole. I grunted with lust and need, and at the same time realized he must have done the same thing to the pig as he grunted loud and hard and pulled back from my lips. "That hurts, Sir", he said, looking at Daddy. "That's what Daddy wants, right now pig. And you want to please your Daddy, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy, but...." "No buts, pig! It's only hurting because your hole is so tight and dry. My other boy is obviously enjoying it, but his hole is nice and wet and recently stretched." Daddy looked at me and I took the cue. "Daddy, maybe I can help get the pig's hole wet so he'll enjoy it when you slide your finger in him again. I've been wanting to taste that hairy hole of his ever since he got naked! May I, Sir, please?" Daddy had told me to be sure to play up the submissive attitude at the beginning. Daddy looked at the sub pig who was already nodding his head, silently asking daddy to approve. "You liked his tongue in your mouth, didn't you boi? I bet you'd fucking love to feel him using it on your ass wouldn't you?" "Oh yes, daddy, I would! Please! I want him to eat my ass and make me wet...so I can please you!" Daddy leaned back in his chair, pushed us both off his lap and spread his legs, his thick, 8.5 inch cut beautiful toxic cock throbbing in the air. "On your knees, pig! You and me will smoke the pipe and you'll suck Daddy's cock, while your pig brother gets behind you and fucks your hole with his tongue. Would you like that?" Daddy hadn't even finished the question before the pig was on his knees, licking at the oozings coming out of the piss slit of the cock in front of him and arching his back and pushing his ass out for me. "Yes, Daddy! I would...I would like it very much!" Daddy put the pipe to the boi's lips again and commanded him to suck the glass cock, then suck his Daddy's cock. He looked over the boi's back at me with an almost demonic leer of dark pleasure on his face and nodding his head toward the full baggie of T shards on the table next to me said to me, "And, you. boy! Do what you're back there to do! And make sure your pig brother feels it!" I smiled as I lowered my face to this young unsuspecting chemmed up jock's ass, knowing my tongue wasn't going to be the only thing sliding up his hole in the next few minutes. To Be Continued.....

He was standing in my living room. Twenty two years old , five foot nine 195 pounds of beautiful defined pale light skin smooth latino muscle, yes my boner was instant. He looked around the room as I had shut the door pretending not to notice the buldge growing down my leg. “So I got 10 bucks” He said nonchalantly pulling out the bill. “I figure a dime bag of whatever we had last time. It was pretty awesome shit.” “I’m kinda out of that bro.” I said walking right passed him into my bed room. I sat on my bed and pulled out my pipe and a little baggie of T and let the time beat. Finally I heard him walking down the hallway after me. Leo was hot but maybe slow. He finally opened my bedroom door saw me laying on the bed fiddling with the pipe. “So you don’t have weed?” He said. Standing in my doorway tiny waist but hunky shoulders and chest even his nipples were pointing at me through his black Oakley Tshirt. I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips a little. “This is all I got till next week.” I said throwing the little baggie of tina on the bed. He looked at it and looked at me. “Ten dollars an’t gonna cover it though.” I continued on. “Oh.” He said finally looking around my bed room. Kingsize bed. Big screen TV. Mirror on the Ceiling and closet by the bed had a mirror door. “That’s cool. I’ll come back next week.” He said but didn’t move from the doorway. “Get in here Leo.” I said I was already stripping him with my eyes. “You’re a cool guy. I’ll give you a free pass this time. Smoke with me.” He paused and looked at the bag. “I don’t know how to smoke that” he finally said. I patted the bed and set up the bowl. “I’ll show you.” I lit up the bowl and took a hit, I made sure to only take a small one. I wanted him to enjoy more of it. Then I held the bowl for him while he put his soft little pink lips on the pipe. I saw his lips on the pipe and all I could think about was fucking his face with his head hanging off the side of the bed while my big balls slapped his eyes. I lit the bowl for him and once there was a big cloud of white I instructed him to in hale. He took it and broke out coughing loudly almost falling back. “That tastes like shit!” He said coughing in between every syllable. I opened a half opened bottle of Gatorade and handed it to him . he sipped it while trying to control his coughing and I took another small hit smiling. I watched as he sipped the Gatorade and wondered how much G was still in it. I pointed the pipe to him again and he put his lips to it and took another decent hit. I put the pipe down and looked at him while he coughed and sipped and watched with my blood pumping the high could not hit him fast enough for me. I got up and walked to my closet stripping off my shirt. Using the mirror I saw his eyes look at me. I saw him lick his lips just a bit before taking another sip. “Take another hit man. “ I’m just gonna change. He looked at the pipe and fumbled with it for awhile while he lit up another hit and I pretended to be looking for a new shirt. When he breathed it out I took off my shorts and underwear off in one swoop and turned around. I was sporting my full hard on. I walked over grabbed the pipe from him and layed down. “What the fuck man” He kinda gasped. “What?” I said like nothingwas happening. “ You already seen me naked bro. it whatever.” I grabbed the remote for the tv and turned on the gay bareback porn that was playing before I left this morning to set up the party . He turned from me and started watching. “Hey Leo?” I finally asked. “Sup” He said slowly without turning from the screen. “You like my cock?” He laughed and turned. “Yeah…It’s nice” “Then suck me off a little bro.” He looked at me and then at my raging hardon. As if trying to think, but the thoughts kept running away from him. Then he climbed over and layed down between my legs, grabbed my cock with both hands, and put the head in his mouth. ‘ohmmmmmmmm” was the only sound he made. “Oh. My. God.” Was all I said. He started to jack my pozz dick into his mouth licking the head having his tounge swirl the fat mushroom head I watched as histight body made his tight clothes move and I couldn’t help it, I start pulling his clothes off. He threw off his shirt, and I laughed a little. He was perfect. Smooth big defined chest, strong abs, pink nipples. I grabbed his dark black hair and pulled him toward me shoving my tongue down his throat. When his tounge pushed back on mine, I started pulling at his belt nearly tearing off his jeans. He shuffled out of them and his boxers and I grabbed his head again and led his high as fuck face back to my cock and started to feed the muscle boy. “Oh my God.” I looked at his ass. Just light small hair practically smooth and so big and muscled I grabbed both cheeks in both hands and he pushed back and moaned. The muscle boy moaned. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed him and got him on his back and licked down his torso. “This is so fucking intense.” He moaned. As I sucked on his nipple, I moved my dripping pozz cock near his hole rubbing and pressing on it. “fuuuck bro that’s hot.” I started to press on it, when he pushed back “Condom bro…”He muttered. Obviously there was not enough G in the Gatorade and I almost instantly felt myself softening. Fuck that shit!!! I nodded but said nothing and passed him the pipe. He lit up as I searched around the closet and pulled out a bottle of lube laced with T. He blew out a fresh hit, and went down on him sucking on his balls. “I’m gonna open you up.” I said as I lubed up a finger and started pushing it toward his hole. He nodded and moaned when my first digit invaded his hole filling his hole with a special mix I put together. “I burns…” He said after a few seconds, but he didn’t stop me. I got a second glob and shoved it in his hole. He winced, but I could feel his hole relaxing. I was looking at him when his mouth started to hangopen and his eyes started to glaze over and I shoved in three fingers now massaging the burning lube into the walls of his ass. He was breathing hard and staring at me with he mouth hanging open a loss for words. Only light soft sounds and tiny grunts were escaping his open mouth as my digits worked tip to knuckle in and out of his hole and my tongue pushed back into his through . his eyes never shut until finally I pulled my fingers from his hole completely. When he opened them, his eyes were in shock. “No,” He whined “ put ur fingers back in. Its amazing” His speech was slurred and slow. “you want something up your ass?” I asked. “Fuck ….yessss…” he said “How bout my raw cock? You want that up your ass?”I started to rub my death stick on his hole. He grabbed his giant legs in answer and was pulling them back. “Fuckkkkkk….” He responded “I said, ‘ Do you want my raw cock in your ass’?” He nodded slow and hard “Yes!” I lined up my cock with his hole and started applying pressure to his lubed up tina filled hole. “You gotta open that hole up for me Leo.” “Fuuuuuuuck:” He moaned as the pressure and lube began to make slow room for his hole. Then our eyes locked and his mouth and eyes opened wide as my head slowly sank into his hole. I pulled back for only a second then pushed forward again, and his hole began to accept the slide going just deeper and deeper. “FFUUUUUCKKKKKKKK.” He said eyes wide mouth wide starting back at me. I could feel the walls of his ass stretching hard to accommodate my penetration. He was breathing so hard and fast starting at me as I slide back and forth opening and pushing further slowly and steadily he started making sounds like animal gasping when my cock was now stretching his hole still half of my cock trying to bury itself inside the muscular walls of his neg muscle boy cunt. And the tightness!!! He was squeezing his hole and ass so hard it was choking my cock but I was so hard and thick it felt like a glove stroking my uncut thickness in him . as the balls finally grazed his ass, he through his head back eyes open at the mirror above watching himself be impaled mouth wide open breathing hard and making sounds and finally uttering the only word he could: “FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK” I looked up and saw my muscle boy. My leo in the mirror muscles and veins glistening so young and clean and neg. So smooth and hard and neg. So young and tight and so about to be filled with pozz cum until my dick falls off. I fell on him throwing my arms under his legs, getting up on the balls of my feet and started to fuck. I licked his neck as his arms grabbed my back and thrust my hips into him again and again, feeling him squeeze his hole tighter only made me want to break him harder. I smash him to his own instruction. “OH MYGAWD” He yelled “FUCKMEFUCK. AWHAWHAWHHHHHAWHAWHAWHAWHHHH…fuuuuuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. AHHHHHH. OH…FUCK…FUCK…ME. FUCK FUCK FUCK. OHMYAWD. Fuuuuuuuuckkkkkk.” Sweat started to drip off of me, and I pulled up wiped my self and started thrusting forward while holding his ankles watching his muscles tense and move and then I felt his hole start to loosen. Slowly at first, it was open, but then it adjusted to my assault and I could pull out completely for the first time and then push back in balls deep. Leo threw his head forward while I did this from tip to base and back again looking at my cock going into him in the mirror. He tilted his head while screaming religious hymns to my dick watching it disappear into his hole. “Ohhhhmaaagawwwd” He said when he pulled his gaze from the mirror watching him fuck . “You like that daddy dick leo?” First words I’d said for awhle. “Fuck yes daddy!” he yelled “You want that daddy cum” “Fuck yess!!” I went balls deep and thrusted deeply from there quickly and repeatedly till I felt my balls boil. He was loosing his mind from the deep dicking I was giving him I yelled: “You like that fucking pozz cock in your hole” His eyes were wide. Mouth open. Breathing hard. “You want my dirty pozz daddy cum in your hole!? He was taking my deep dicking, His face scrunched up. “FUCK YES I WANT UR CUM IN MY ASS!” I pulled his legs apart pushed as deep as I could go and began to unload rope for rope of pozz dirty cum into his neg hole. He moaned and groaned while I continued to push my cum into him again and again till my dick finally softened and I pulled out. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”He whined and flipped over on his knees and hands.”Fuck me!” He pushed his ass back and arched his back. “Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” He was begging and I hardened instantly. I climbed behind him and slipped my dick into his blinking hole and he moaned and whined and dropped his chest to the floor “Fuck meeeeefuuuuuck meeeeeee fuuuckk meee!” he was nearly crying. I fucked on, slapping his ass. “Who does this ass belong to?!” “You daddy!” “Who does this ass belong to?!” “It’s yours daddy!!!” “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU BELONG TO!!!” “All yours daddy its all yours. I’m all yours! FUUUUCKME!!!” “ARRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH” I began slamming the muscle boy primally smashing balls against ass while he yelled and begged in sheets and all that could be heard aside from the sound so slapping flesh on flesh and moaning and groaning, and me slapping his ass was him saying: “FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKMMEEEEEE!!!” at the top of his lungs till I blew a second load of thick creamy pozz juice into his neg smooth muscle boy wrecked ass hole.