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Part 1 I started barebacking by accident 8 years ago, when a fuckfriend of mine at the time broke a condom while fucking me. He just didn’t stop and gave me my first load. I never used a condom again. I started hooking up, taking all the dicks and loads I could find. After a few years, I was lucky enough not to catch anything. PrEp became a thing. My doctor got me on it, and while it definitely provided me with mind relief for a while, I knew there was something missing. That’s when I discovered BZ, and slowly started thinking about dropping PrEp. In the next few years, I kept hooking up like a mad man, becoming less and less selective about who would load me. I would miss doses of PrEp, more and more. Until I finally dropped PrEp completely, and got my sex drive to crazy levels. I just thrived and got off on risk. I also discovered bathhouses, darkrooms and sex clubs, and would explore any sleazy place I could find, especially when travelling to Europe and the US, sometimes spending hours in some dark corners with my pants at my ankles taking uncountable dicks and loads, with my bottle of poppers ready in my hand to give me the extra boost to take what was coming. Poppers just makes me beg for dicks and loads and if a guy puts a bottle of it under my nose, there won’t be much resistance. I remember entire nights spent at Slammer in LA, GI Joe in Montreal, or Bunker in Paris, on all four in just my jocks and sneakers, sometimes blindfolded, just taking loads after loads. I would feel the cum dripping down my legs on my way back to my hotel, and I stained more than one bus seats with loads and ass juices. And somehow after all those years and hookups, I still managed to slip through the cracks and not get anything. I was definitely not actively chasing, it seemed all too twisted to me, and kind of felt invincible. But things may be about to change soon.

This is a true story, as best I can remember, of what happened on my first work trip. Suppliers took us golfing in Spokane and on the first night we were drinking and hanging out at a bar. I stepped outside to get some air, as I was a little tipsy and went for a walk. i promptly forgot where the bar was tho and couldn't find my way back. After searching for a bit I stumbled across another bar and went in. I quickly recognized it as a gay bar and got a little excited. Decided to order a beer and check the place out. After a couple beers I had to piss and headed over to the bathroom. While I was at the urinal I noticed in the reflection that someone was sitting in the stall with the door open. I slowly turned and found an older gentlemen stroking his cock. Cock in hand I stared for a bit before he said "like what you see slut?", to which I slowly nodded. "On your knees and crawl to me bitch". I didnt even bother to zip up, I just slowly turned and got to my knees. I crawled across the dirty floor until I was between his legs and inches away from his cock. "Good slut. Beg me for this cock." "give me your cock daddy, i want your cock so bad" "louder!" "give me that cock daddy. I want to be your slut!" "good boy" he said as he took his hands off his cock and replaced them with my mouth. I slowly bobbed up and down on his shaft, relishing in the taste and how slutty it felt to be in a bathroom with an unknown mans cock in my mouth. I soon felt hands on my hips attempting to pull my pants off. I happily obliged and allowed them to take my pants off. Now i was bent over with a cock in my mouth and exposed from the waist down to whomever else was in the bathroom. I soon felt fingers and a tongue playing with my slutty little hole and it made me moan around the cock in my mouth. I was then grabbed by my hair and the guy whose cock I was sucking pulled me off his cock and brought me into the middle of the bathroom floor. "You want to be a slut?" "Yes sir please make me a slut" "good boy. keep sucking". I resumed sucking his cock and could now see and hear more people around me. I got my ass slapped, fingered, and played with before I heard a belt being undone and a pair of pants falling to the ground. I felt a cockhead nudge at my entrance before pushing slowly into my ass. I yelped in pain but the guy I was sucking forced me down onto his cock and started shooting down my throat. He removed his cock from my mouth and it wasn't long before it was replaced by another one. The guy in my ass had picked up the pace and I was starting to enjoy the fucking I was getting, which made me suck the guy in front of me even more. I cant remember how long or how many fucked me in that dirty bathroom, I just remember some fucked me, some made me suck them, others just jerked off or pissed on me, and I loved being a fucking filthy faggot. After I remember being moved to a storage room where I was thrown over a stack of pallets and had my ass and face fucked multiple times after that. I was then given my clothes back and placed in a cab, luckily I knew the name of the hotel I was staying at, and luckily made it back to my room without anyone noticing as I probably reeked of piss and cum. It was an annual trip and I was bummed I never found that bar again.

Met a pig on my walk home from a pub, close to an underground parking lot. I always give this place a view as I've had a few anon encounters in it. This time a hot bearded muscled bear was driving out and we both exchanged the cruise 'look'. He rolled down his window and told me to wait there. Of course I waited as he drove around the block and drove back into the parking lot. I got into his car and we went down several floors, got out and found a back exit stairwell. It was a frenzy of removing our Ts, kissing and fondling each other's junk and nipples. He pulled out some poppers and we both had a long couple of huffs and then he proceeded to force me up against the railing, got down on his knees and started to rim my ripe, sweaty, hungry ass. He then slid in his hard meat and began to rough fuck me and very quickly he groaned loudly and shot a thick warm load in my ass and pulled out, whispered in my ear that I just got a toxic load and then he left. I was so turned on by the rough fuck and the load that was leaking out of my hole, that I reached around, slid my fingers into my ass to cover them with his jizz and then jacked off in the stairwell, using his toxic load as lube. A good finish to my night and I had the best sleep.

I have a regular guy who comes over about every other week. We kiss fuck and he comes in my ass. this time he asked if he could bring a friend. I said sure. He shows up with a young hung guy. They both bet undressed and I suck the young guy while my regular fucks me . After a while he cums and rolls off. The young guy says his turn. He fucks me long and hard. His dick was about 8 “ and thick. After about 20 min he says he is ready to cum and with a load noise he fill my ass. when he is done he says this is is first time to fuck a man. He asked if he could come by again. I now have another guy fuck buddy

The battle lines are now being drawn, over an age-old struggle. The forces of repression are running rampant through the US now, and we must be a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. A certain so-called Justice of the SCOTUS is attacking women's reproductive rights via a very strict "originalist" interpretation of the Constitution of the United States, justifying his repressive views with the argument that since women's reproductive rights are not specifically mentioned in the Constitution, these long-held rights laid out in Roe vs Wade, and guaranteed for 50 years now, are, in fact, unconstitutional, and thus to be thrown out. This miserable wretch is attacking the basis upon which RvW rests, namely privacy rights, upon which rests our right to gay marriage also rests, as well as a number of other rights. While this outrage is scurrilous enough on it's face, it is merely a harbinger of more attacks on our freedoms to come. No one believes for one instant that - if successful - the hatemongers will stop with repealing women's rights. Already the reputable major media are remarking about how the forces of repression will be coming for gay marriage (which, of course, is not specifically mentioned in the Constitution or it's amendments), and men who do what we do are sure to follow. I'm not a lawyer, nor do I play one on tv. So if I have made an error in the descriptive text above, my apologies. What I am, however, is politically active, I've seen a lot, and this is the time to take a stand. Get registered. Vote. Vote these hatemongers out of office. Every election - from the most local to the highest offices in the land - are absolutely crucial now. Take action. Be a part of the solution, not a part of the problem. Write to your representatives in Washington. Join organizations that support progressive causes. And, do not fail to VOTE.

Fantasies do come true, ya’ll. My ideal type is 40+, fit, brunette or silver daddy, and girthily hung. I’ve had a crush on JustSexNowAtl for years. And I can now tell you all, he’s even sweeter and sexier in person. He is literally porn star-level hot, checked off all the boxes plus he was an animal in bed. About me – I’m a vers btm who tends to make my tops come fast. I know I’m stellar in the sack and received countless compliments on my ass. My NYC fwb’s constantly hit me up asking when they can hit it again lol. It’s rare a top can challenge me in the bedroom when it comes to endurance and stamina. Not only did JustSexNowAtl royally wreck my bussy, he whored me out at the local bathhouse and then took me out for a late birthday lunch afterwards. ❤️ I hope to see him again next time I’m in ATL because I’m obviously smitten. Thank you for an amazing weekend (as indicated by the photo haha). If you’re reading this, BiAggieGuy, Nagato20, NorCalRaw, or Pozguyinchi, I want to make other fantasies come true next time I visit your city. Oink oink 😊

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IN my experience as a hyper-promiscuous bottom, tops love used asses. The more used and leaking cum the better. I have lost count how many times a top would see me in a sex club or resort, reach around and feel my loose, sperm soaked hole then spin me around and mount my ass to breed still more seed in me. nd hey will line up to top me one after the other when I get on a fuck bench. I get a lot of compliments for being loose and a cum dumpster. For me, it's the perfect life.

Sorry it has been so long, I was very busy and was transferred to another unit for bit, but I am back. As I am typing this, my butt plug is holding 5 loads of AIDS sperm in my ass. OK, to try to update my stories, while back on my unit of Aids patients, and doing my rotations of bathing and sheet changing, I go into the next room of a patient, or is in hospice care now, and really skinny. He gets most of his meals through a feeding tube because he doesn't feel the need to eat, and figures, he has nothing to live for. So I greet him and introduce myself to him. He is friendly to me and enjoys the conversations and my bathing him and cleaning him up. I even shaved him and he really appreciated that. When I was washing his cock and balls, I spent some extra time there to make sure he was well washed and soaped up to get him to stir a little. He commented that I was really gentle and enjoyed my touch, and then apologized that he had stirred a little but said it was because he hadn't had sex in 3 years. OMG...really I said, and I told him he must have cobwebs in his balls. He chuckled and said I was probably right. He said he used to be pretty active on the gay scene in his younger days....he is 45, and I told him, since I cleaned him up, I would have played with him any day. He explained that he was AIDS and nobody would come close to him. I out my hand back onto his cock and slowly fondled him as we chatted. I pulled the curtain and closed the door and pulled my chair next to him and continued to fondle him as we chatted. We talked about his early days and where he would play. During our conversation, I could tell he was getting aroused since he beginning to get hard. He said that hadn't happened in a few years. I commented that it looks like his equipment still works. I asked him if he was a top or a bottom and he said he did both, but always prefered to be a top. I told him I was definitely a bottom, and he was shocked that I was even gay. I told him it was a shield I put up so I could work in the unit. I asked if would mind if I pull back the sheet some as we talk and since he was getting hard, and he agreed. As we chatted, I started to stare at his growing cock and it was obviouly turning me on too since he was about 10" now. With my hand holding it at it base, I saw he had precum beginning to run down the shaft, I stood up and put him into my mouth. He moaned as I try to take him deep into my mouth. After about 30 seconds of sucking him, I pulled off and looked him in the eyes. He said.."Wow, that feel really good" and he said he could feel he could cum if I did that for about another 15 seconds. I asked him if he thought he could fuck me? He said he thought so, but what do we do about his toxic seed? I told him to let me worry about that. I swung his legs around the edge of the bed and pulled him up. I lowered my scrub pants and before I turned around, I kissed him open mouth and shoved my tongue into his mouth to kiss him deeply. His cock was hard, and his precum was flowing, I guided him to my ass and it was lubricated by his precum and he slid into me. HE wrapped his arms around me and began pumping me and fucking me deep. He said he was going to cum, and I told him to push into me deep and plant his seeds in me. He erupted eep into me and I felt 12 - 14 jets of his cum hit the insides of my guts. Then he stayed in me until another 5-6 twitches of his cock spasmed in me. When he pulled out, a teaspoon glob of his sperm dropped into my scrub pants. I turn around slowly to keep squeezing my ass together, I knew I had a big load in me, His knees were weak so I helped him back in bed. Before I pulled my scrub pants up, I saw the wetness of his shiny shrinking cock, so I put it back into my mouth to clean him off. He was weak and needed a nap, so I reached into my equipment bad I carry on my rounds, and pulled out my butt plug and pushed it up into my ass. He watched and he was stating to get hard again. I told him I would be back before my shift ended and let him fuck me again if he wanted to cum in my mouth, he said that would be awesome. I leaned over to give him a quick kiss but he parted his lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. So I stayed an additional 30 seconds for some passionate open mouth kissing. You would think we were longtime lovers.

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?”

Was checking out the apps barely an hour ago after I had a lovely bath.... I'd douched my hole this afternoon but no takers..... I'd planned to sleep after bath as I've early rise tomorrow. A message arrived saying "address - I want to come breed you - quickie".... So I checked his profile..... Fit 23yr old student, top, into bareback.... and 5 mins walk away...... So I thought WHY NOT.... Quickly lubed my hole, unlocked door and sent him address with details..... He replied on his way.... I put lights out and assumed face down ass up position. In less than 2 mins after that I heard door open and heard him come into bedroom and drop his trousers. He immediately found my hole with his hard cock and pushed all the way in letting out a moan... Then started pounding me hard and fast.... Took him 2 mins to squirt his spunk in me. I'm so glad I've universities nearby. He asked to come round again tomorrow Tuesday but I'm busy so we agreed Wednesday..... He said thankyou for me letting him come round.... He wiped up in dark, zipped up n left. I'm now of to sleep leaving his cum inside me all night.... I'm loving the smell of his spunk around my hole. Roll on wednesday..... I'm old enough to be his daddy.

I had met up with this middle age guy over a year ago. He had a motel room. People stopping by. I dropped by and dropped a fast load in him. It seemed like a blur. He’s been asking for a repeat ever since. Then this past Friday it worked out. He asked me over to his house to do it again. Said he had someone else coming by too, and could I prelube his hole? Here in the outer-yet-still-affluent DC suburbs, in the past red politics type gravitate towards northern VA, and blue politic types towards MD. Even though that is changing fast, there are still pockets of deep red in the Northern VA suburbs. He lives in one of those. Way out on the rural edge, his neighborhood is a gated community. Seriously, two gates and a guard to get in. Manicured landscape, homeowners’ association-approved mailboxes . . . all propriety and safety. I park my pickup in the tiny two car garage drive. He greets me at the door wearing only a t shirt and takes me to the first floor master - leads me through HER house. His wife’s I mean. Her kitchen. Her tacky bric-a-brac. HER bedroom. And her’s it is. King size bed. Linens she obviously picked. Her dresser covered with her photos. Her bible on her nightstand! He’s already got a towel down on the end of the bed. Before he climbs on it, he spreads another on the floor below it, just in case. Nice. Dirty. He climbs on, legs in the air, and I am in him balls deep and raw. Ahhhhhhhh. feels so amazing having him squirm around wanting my dick. And I’m fucking away in and out head swimming like it does. Her pictures. Her decorations. “She’ll be gone all day volunteering, don’t worry,” he said. Worry? Worry? I was just hoping she would walk in. They’ve probably been married 30 years. It would blow her mind to find him ass up taking raw dick IN THEIR BED. And best of all her dirty pig dick-loving slut husband was getting fucked again after me. There. Her bath towels are catching juices from his precum slick ass. I would love to make it last but HER BIBLE SITTING ON THE NIGHTSTAND LIKE SHE ACTUALLY READS IT is just too much. I blew my load hard inside him FUCK a huge load. FUCK FUCK FUCK what a mind trip. Conservative values in this country are the sham. They are fake news. Imagine how “Christian” she’d be to him if she caught him. Probably not as accepting as she is about what President Trump did to Melanoma.

Part 2 When I accidentally discovered bareback fuck, I also found BBRT. I was mostly using Grindr and Scruff then, and this site opened a whole new world to me. With PrEp not a thing at the time, most guys on apps were still very reluctant to drop the condom. I was very shy and scared of people’s judgement so it was difficult to be forward with them about wanting raw dicks and loads, especially in a small community. BBRT definitely allowed me to find guys who would not beat around the bush and know they only want to breed me. It was definitely a great education for me. I would get messages from guys all around the world who would make me discover new things, new kinks, new perversions. I went from vanilla to fully realized pig in a matter of months, trying (and loving) sneakers and socks play, sniffing sweaty hairy pits, piss, leather, groups, etc. The socks, sneakers and pits stuck and I still get so turned on with guys wearing wet sweaty crew socks in hot sneaks. Everything was still pretty innocent (somehow) until I get a message on BBRT from this guy on a Saturday night in 2015.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that nearly the majority of Americans who vote vote Republican. I believe we are living in a watershed intergenerational transition period in which an older generation is realizing its time is almost done, the world is changing around it, and the end of their ability to hold onto the world they knew is within sight. They are desperately trying to wind back the clock in an exercise that will ultimately be as effective as sweeping the tide back out to sea with a broom, because they are going to die and there is not one damn thing they can do about that. These old, rich, pale men trying to ensure that the world keeps on doing what they say after they’re dead may make a great deal of trouble in the process, but another generation is rising now, one which polls suggest does not share their worldview and is very likely to simply say, “Fuck that noise,” and change the laws to suit themselves. Don’t believe me? Try raising a couple of twentysomethings and we’ll talk again. My greater concern by far right now is Elon Musk buying Twitter and turning it into a no-holds-barred cage-match arena for misinformation, slander and lies in the name of free speech. There’s such a thing as one person having too much goddamn money.

I have three degrees, including a PhD, in science. From the top 12 schools in the world in that field at the time. Unlike you, I cited my sources. I am pretty sure I know what constitutes valid scientific argument. <MontyPython> Go away, before I taunt you a second time! </MontyPython>

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Thanks for sharing this. This passage hit me as familiar, or at least the other side of my background. My story: I grew up in a town where we knew all of the people who had different racial backgrounds -- Hispanic/Latinx, Vietnamese, Indian and of course Black/AA. The rest of town was white. Like >99% white. And across the road from an urban area that was > 80% non-white. If my white neighbors saw a POC walking into town from that direction, the police got a call to ask them their business (if you were black walking through my town, your lucky number wasn't "911"). I befriended the Latinx and Indian kids growing up because I just didn't feel I had much to share with other kids of my background. I was also friends with a kid that was gay and black (yeah, you can imagine that one in this town). To give you a time-frame, this was 70's into the mid-80's, and my town wasn't exactly a snobby place to be. But we were surrounded by all kinds of bigotry and distrust of others who weren't white like I was. When I had a chance to go to college, I chose NYU and my classmates...well, didn't. I just wanted to be as far away from where I'd grown up and NY seemed perfect for that for me. And it was. Fast forward to years later. I've been involved with people of every race and background. As Dr. King put it, it wasn't the color of their skin but the content of their character that held appeal to me. Admittedly, I have probably different views from a lot of people here, views that I formed for myself based on my experiences -- what I saw, what I experienced, what others experienced around me. I moved to a fairly upscale neighborhood, and I love where I am, plus I like my neighbors. Our section of the development is very racially diverse, which isn't easy to find down here but it exists. Both my neighbors are black. My friend down the block is also between two other black neighbors. Several Asian and Latinx families are in this section as well. And while it wasn't planned that way, I prefer this because the world would just be so boring with a singular composition of people. Wish I had a simple explanation why I didn't come out of the experience with bigotry toward other races like others around me did, but I don't think much of it and happy I didn't. Oh, and the town? It eventually changed and it's now a very gay friendly community. So I guess people do grow and learn...or just die off. 😃

Spent A few days in Nashville and made it my goal to get bred, got on Grindr and instantly got a message from a sexy top with a massive bbc and huge sagging balls ask to come fuck me. I was told be ass up when he arrived! I heard him open my Air BnB door and Walked up and began to swirl his tongue on my ass, I could feel him pushing his tongue in my ass and it was so good, after a while he laid me on my back and began to fuck my throat before sliding in my ass! He fucked me so good and the best part was feeling his huge loads shoot my insides. He flooded my ass and left. Summarize trip I took 3 BBCs and so happy going home with a bred ass

So I was feeling super horny today. I was supposed to hook up with someone but it didn't work and I was in the city so I thought I would go to the theater and go in the basement where it's totally dark. So I stripped down naked and had my hands up on the wall and my legs apart. It wasn't the best time because it was mid-morning but I stayed till lunch time. Totally dark I felt this guy playing with my hole. So I moaned and encouraged him. I was already lubed up so he was able to slide his raw cock into my hole. It started pumping away for a while. Finally he asked if I want his load in my raw ass and I said of course. So in another minute he starts shooting a huge load in me. I turned around to clean his cock off and there was just enough light to see it was a young guy maybe a college kid. I usually like to keep it completely anonymous but he was hot. So then I left and I still have his load in my hole. No discussion of status or anything just a cumdump for him to use. I loved it. I'll have to get into the city more often.

I got fucked and bred Sunday. So, I was inspired 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! Pozzed Cheerleader 4 We all showered and crashed. I took a bed and was sandwiched between Javon and Dan while George and Mike pulled Jamie onto the bed we all fucked and came. They were the piggiest of the group. It is not like we got much sleep. Whenever one of them woke up with an inkling to fuck or get sucked Jamie and I were wakened up and we did our job for the evening. I thin between the four of them Jamie and I took a load from each of them. They were insatiable. Even Jamie took another took at my over-fucked hole. I leaked cum all night. The next morning, they were all dressed and the room looked like nothing ever happened. George gave us our cash and told us he would be in touch and if-and-when we got sick we were to call this doctor and he gave us each a card. I recognized the name. It was our award winning QB from the later 70’s. Until, he continued, keep fucking anything that moves or will fuck you. We will be back here in two weeks. We will have more guys looking to pump loads into cheerleader and football asses…positive or negative. “You have the room till noon, have fun you two” he cheered and the four of them walked out the door. Leaving Jamie and I naked and alone. We both just collapsed in the bed. We had 4 hours to kill, the first time we did was order some room service. While we waited on room service. I reached around to my tender hole and felt the large plug that had been pulled and re-inserted many times over the last 12 hours. Jamie flipped me over and gently pulled the plug out. Then I felt his warm mouth on my hole. It felt…good. There was a knock at the door. Jamie pulled on a robe and tucked away his hard-on. I laid in the bed with my ass leaking countless loads. When I heard, “Damn George and the boys did a number on you boys” from a nameless faceless room service porter. Then I felt a hand run up my leg and finger my hole while Jamie just let him do it to me. “Shut the door,” he said. “George told me to stop by and get some, but I didn’t know it was this hot.” I finally looked up to see who next was going to take some of my ass. I recognized him from the wall of fame. He was an all-Big10 wideout that blew out his knee two years prior and lost his scholarship and was now working his way through school. He ordered Jamie to come over and suck his cock to get him hard. From behind me, I could hear sucking and slurping sounds. I felt the bed shift as he got one bed and once again he commanded Jamie to rim his ass while he bred this slut. I felt the bed shift as Jamie got on behind him and with little resistance he sank his cock deep into my well fucked ass. “Damn George and them wore you out boy” he quipped. I later remembered his name was Jamal. He pounded my ass hard and long. His cock was a good 7.5 inches. I could hear Jamie rimming his ass. We had formed a good rhythm. I was sure he could not keep up this pace with Jamie eating his ass. I was wrong. Jamal had staying power drilled his cock deep into me over and over. The 3 of us sweated and toiled together on the bed for nearly 20 minutes. When Jamal said he was going to breed my ass. I felt his cock spasm in my ass and he shot 5 or 6 ropes of thick cum coating my insides with his cum. “Add my tainted load in there along with the others, he growled. That answered my next question. He grabbed the plug that was laying on the bed and it slid easier that it had all night into my ass. “I got an idea for you cum sluts” Jamal said as he jumped off the bed and grabbed our pancakes from the room service cart. He ordered me to squat over the plate. He pulled the pug from my ass and his cum flowed from my cunt onto the pancakes. I knew what was next. Jamie and I each had our own cum coated pancake that we devoured. Jamal just laughed at us, took our names and numbers and assured us that he and others wouldl be calling us. Jamie and I shared a shower without our plugs and let the cum and piss just flow from us. We washed each other, we had bruises and hickies all over our bodies. I felt tattered and torn, and a bit apprehensive as to what was coming next. I powered on my cell phone and realized I had 13 missed calls from my girlfriend and about 20 texts. Yeah, she can be a bit dramatic. I pulled on my clothes from the night before as I listened to her messages and as I listened to the first each one got meaner and nastier as she got drunker and as I was not returning her call or demand for dick. I could see Jamie smirking as he knew her. I read the texts and the images she had sent of her dancing with the football team and then some sent to me from other of her on her knees doing what I had been doing the night before but with the football team. I wasn’t even mad, but I wanted revenge. I was going to make it my goal to poz the football team. That is if the brutal fuckings from last night and today succeeded in their mission to breed Jamie and I, i do know that it did succeed in one mission. It made me a No Loads Refused Cum Slut More to Cum

Thanks for all your support ❤️ Part 2. It was obvious to Simon that all four of the guys knew each other as they were chatting about a previous occasion and location where they had all fucked a chaser and he had been in contact with one of them to say he had tested positive. Simon took them to the communal area where the other two chasers were waiting patiently. All four guys stripped before Simon placed the hood on himself and he was pleased to see they were all fairly well hung and hard. A skinny guy with some cheap looking tattoos on his arms and a shaved head was the biggest. Simon thought he was nine or ten inches and really hard. His uncut cock was veiny and his skinny thin looking ball sack hung low with two massive balls in a thin skinned ball sack. He was completely shaved and looked waisted. Another guy was very hairy all over. His bush was thick and a seven inch thick cock stood out from his slightly over weight body. His nipples were huge and erect like they had been stretched. Simon noticed that the bell end of his cock seemed so big it was out of proportion with the shaft. He didn't have much of a chance to look at the other two before he felt obligated to put his hood on but saw that one guys cock had a PA and a nipple ring and the fourth guy looked a little like a vagrant with a bushy beard and a really fat almost deformed looking cock that bent slightly downward although hard. As soon as his hood was on he tied it around his neck. One of the breeders tied his hands behind his back and pushed him roughly onto the padded platform in the middle of the room. He had no idea which one in it was. One of the tops said "Right let's get these fucking faggots pregnant" another said "Fuck yeah, I've haven't cum for five days so I'm going to flood someone's guts with poz cum" There were cries of "Fuck yes" from the others. Simon heard one of the others to be bred being pushed onto the to the padded platform and heard him say Oh fuck yes, poz me please. Suddenly Simon felt two hands on his arse pulling his cheeks apart. He was incredibly excited and very nervous. What the fuck was he doing. It suddenly felt very real and not just some deviant sexual fantasy. He had arranged this and it felt out of his control. He was really hard and his body was shaking uncontrollably. Then he felt a couple of fingers being pushed roughly up his arse. No lube just raw dry fingers. It hurt and he grunted. He felt the guys breath on his neck as he whispered "Going to tear your arse a little so our babies can do their job and knock you up" Simon heard one then the other chasers grunt and presumed other breeders were doing the same to their victims. His arse felt like is was on fire as his top raked his nails on the soft yielding fresh inside his arse. His top removed his fingers and announced to the others that he had drawn blood from Simon's hole. "Me to said another" "Me three" said another and they all laughed. Simon felt someone lift his head up under his chin and a cock placed against his lips. He could feel that the cock had a PA at its end and slowly it was pushed into his mouth and down his throat. At exactly the same moment the guy behind him rammed his cock hard into Simon's arse. The pain was immense but he was unable to scream because the other cock was down his throat almost choking him. Simon's body was now convulsing as he was unable to breath. Suddenly both cocks were removed and Simon was able to breath. His mouth and nose had produced so much mucus he had to spit it out inside the hood. At this point he heard someone scream and a voice say "Take it faggot you wanted it" After a couple of seconds he felt more fingers in his hole. This time they were lubed. They felt different in another way. Larger and longer than the first so he knew they belonged to a different guy. He could feel more lube being trickled into the crack of his arse and pushed onto his hole. It felt wonderful as the fingers were slowly pushed in and out massaging his sphincter. Then another finger was added and lube pushed inside him. He heard another scream and what sounded like someone crying. It sounded like the young chaser. Then it was confirmed as the young guy said "I'm sorry please don't stop. Give it to me please" All Simon's doubt had evaporated now. He knew he was going to be bred and converted tonight. He wanted it, needed it. It was his destiny. They guy behind him removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his cock. Slowly he pushed it inside Simon's body. Simon could tell it was the skinny, waisted looking guy with the cheap tattoos. The cock inside him was long and he couldn't feel any public hair as the guy pushed himself in to the hilt. The guy said softly "I'm going breed you and give you my babies. My sperm will infect you and you'll be pregnant forever" Then he began fucking him. Simon was already hyper turned on when a bottle of poppers was put to his nose. He breathed in deeply through the hood and took two hits in each nostril. The guy fucking him was now going full on ramming his cock into him. He fucked him for ten minutes or so before more poppers were offered and accepted. Just as the poppers took their full effect they guy fucking gave a loud shout and shoved his shaft as deep as he could into Simon flooding his guts with hot poz sperm. The guys orgasm seemed to last for ages and Simon could still feel him coming minutes after the initial injection of seed. They guy stayed inside him while Simon listened to the others in the room fucking and being fucked. There were grunts and groans, gasps and shouting as each top unloaded and each chasing bottom received the gift. Simon's gifter removed his cock from his body and he could feel another guy take his place. The cock that replaced it was alot fatter stretching Simon's hole to near to limit of elasticity. It felt good. Simon felt more relaxed now knowing that the deed had been done and he was almost certainly infected. A warm glow had come over him. He felt completely uninhibited and felt fantastic. As number two fucked him he felt complete, like he had become what he had always known he was. A hole to be used by absolutely anyone. This guys cock was being rammed in and out like a piston. He didn't hold back. Simon wanted it hard, he wanted another poz load just to make sure. More poppers offered and accepted as the guy continued to abuse Simon's arse like it had never been abused before. Simon could feel himself close to cumming. He'd never cum while being fucked before. Just as the guy fucking him pumped him full with a second poz load Simon's body convulsed and his cock spewed his last full load of negative seed onto the padded platform. The whole communal area smelt of sex. Testosterone, sperm, arse and sweat. The others had left and he was exhausted. Fuck it, he'd clean up in the morning.

I laid there processing what just happened, feeling cum and lube sliding down my left thigh. I heard the shower turn on. It was all I could do to take Ted's dick but thinking about it a minute later got my dick rock hard. Fuck. I didn't want to admit that his cumming in me bare was the hottest part of it. I thought about jerking off--fuck it, right? but then I thought about Sarah. What the fuck was I gonna do? The shower stopped. I looked at my phone. 4 messages from Sarah. Then another. I couldn't go back to the room like this. Sweat, lube, cum, smoke and Ted's cologne. I looked at the messages. Kinda apologetic then increasingly demanding about where I was. Fuck, I'd been ignoring her for an hour. "Sorry babe, didn't realize my phone was on silent and just saw these. I'm just bumming around the casino floor." "please come up. i owe you something " "don't worry about it babe! i know you're good for it tomorrow. just get some rest. i'll be up soon. i'm just messing around with some slots." Ted entered the room wearing just a towel. "come up now. i miss you" suddenly Ted snatched the phone from me. "Ted! quit give it back!" Ted played keepaway, narrating as he typed and sent, "babe, im getting lucky! i gotta let this ride." I glared at Ted who tossed my phone on the room's lounge chair. He looked at my cock, still standing straight up, and sat me down on the bed. He pushed my legs apart wide and took my dick all the way into his mouth. "jesus fucking christ" I exhaled. Try as I might, I didn't last a minute. He pulled his mouth off me and jerked the rest of my load onto my stomach where it formed a giant pool. Ted laughed, "Guess you needed that." I was deeply uncomfortable, practically panicked in my post-nut frame of mind. "Uh yeah" I laughed nervously, as I weirdly twisted trying to keep my semen from running onto the bedspread that was already a mess of cum and lube. "Can I take a quick shower?" "Sure after you take another load." His dick was so thick, purple and pulsing. I couldn't believe he could go again so quick. "Viagra" he answered my facial expression. "Listen I know that I came up here with you..." "... And consented to unprotected sex with me." "And, well, and that, but I don't consent to anything more." "What are you gonna call the authorities? How is that conversation going to go? 'im here with my wife who I left passed out in our hotel room. I then met at man in the casino, went up to his room and let him fuck my ass bare after asking, you're clean right. Then I got a blowjob and busted all over myself. But then he took advantage of me." I looked horrified but said nothing. Ted waited 2 beats and laughed, "c'mon man, I'm just messing with you." I still said nothing. Ted started rubbing his cock "but wouldn't it be more fun for me to finish turning you out?" I flushed. Ted put my hand on his cock. "I've known a lot of sluts but I've never seen someone so hungry for a load in the ass." I took Ted's penis into my mouth for the first time. "That's it baby, embrace your destiny." I tried to slurp him deep and immediately gagged. Jesus he was too big. Ted took the opportunity to flip me back over and slide his cock all the way into my lubed and sloppy asshole. "Fuuuuuck go slow go slow go slow please." Just then I heard the electronic bolt throw and the door swing open.

Fucking a married guy in their house, in their bed is so exciting. Last summer I fucked 3-4 times with a guy. His wife was working, their son was in a summer camp. While we were fucking I saw the wife’s pictures and stuff including her pants and bras everywhere. Sometimes his son or wife called him. While he was speaking with them I was sucking him. Ince his wife called him because she left something at home and she was on her way to home. We had to finish our session and I run away from him.

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*

This brought to mind a lawyer character in a play I saw who said, "Cold, clear logic -- and buckets of it -- should be a lawyer's only equipment." And that's exactly the way Potter took out the garbage. Impressive.

Author’s note: I’ve changed one of the rapist’s names from the previous chapter, which has most likely been edited after the early readers have seen it. The rapists are now Barnell and Delnick. Sorry for any confusion. A necessary change to avoid an awkward and unfortunate coincidence. BARRACKS 1830 “Do you think your guy Bootlicker can keep his mouth shut?” Potter asked Assmunch when Sleeper and Zeus were gone. “No question, Potter. I probably don’t know a quarter of what he and Wanker have gotten into since we’ve been here, but I expect all of it would have them dismissed from the course if not booted from the Army. If you need something that breaks all the rules, he’s your guy. He’d do it just for the fun of it.” Assmunch answered. “That’s what I need to hear. I need passes for Battles and I, and our entry on the in/out log this morning to disappear. We have been gone since going out last night and will sign back in just after wake up tomorrow. We won’t be here at curfew or lights out. We need uniforms from Sleeper and Demon, they’re about our size, without nametapes if they have them. We need to look Army, just in case anyone sees us from a distance. We won’t be seen, but it’s best to cover every angle.” “I’ll make it happen. Anything else?” Assmunch asked. “Just one thing. Do you want to come?” Potter fixed Assmunch with a serious gaze, and Assmunch felt like this was a test. Assmunch didn’t have to give it a lot of thought, he knew he wanted to be there. He wasn’t going for the killing and wasn’t eager for it but he had to be there because it felt wrong to avoid this part of the distasteful plan. He was responsible for the Brotherhood. And while he wasn’t the architect of this plan, he was part of it. He needed to see this through. He would let Potter do the final act but a leader didn’t hide behind his men. If he wasn’t willing to risk himself, he couldn’t ask others to. And he needed to know the moment Potter described without being in it. It would tell him if he had what it took to become a Ranger. He had to ask, though. “Do you think I’m ready?” Potter smiled. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t already think so. And the Bravos have plenty that are ready. Most, actually. And add Weeble to the ready list now, after what he went through. Zeus isn’t because he doesn’t really see a lot of gray in things. The whole bad/good thing has to shift for him. Right now, only a order to kill will feel right to him.” “Yeah, you’re right. We are working on it, and he’s better but a long way from where he needs to be.” Assmunch answered. “I have to go with you. I have to see this through. Mostly for myself, But also for Weeble.” Corporal Potter nodded. “It’s going to be ugly, Andrew. I mean to fuck these assholes up, and then I’m going to kill them. You need to be prepared for it. You’re not eligible for an overnight pass, so you have to get out after lights out. You know where the armory is?” “Yeah, I remember from combat training when I was here before. I think I know the shed Weeble was talking about. It’s by itself a little east of the A20 dudded impact area.” “Okay, good. Battles and I will be waiting for you, but Barnell and Delnick will probably get there just before midnight. Don’t wait too long after lights out to be on your way.” *************** The next few hours until lights out seemed to crawl by. Potter and Battles left immediately after getting the uniforms from Assmunch, and the passes from Bootlicker, who also made quick work of modifying the in/out to remove Potter and Battles from the morning sign in and substituting in Assmunch’s name with a 30 minute in/out for PT, matching the time of a couple other soldiers so it looked like they all went together. Bootlicker magically produced a small bottle of nail polish remover from his locker, saying acetone was an excellent ink remover. Assmunch didn’t ask why the bottle was almost empty. He didn’t want to know how many or what types of documents or records Bootlicker had changed in his time with the Bravos. Assmunch was prepared to operate tomorrow on little to no sleep. He didn’t know what the night would bring but whatever occurred he had to be back in his bunk by 0330. Running across the main part of the base where the Airborne barracks were located was an exercise in stealth. He avoided the pools of light provided by streetlights, and floodlights positioned around the buildings. He hid from the single security patrol he saw driving down the street, waiting motionless until the red tail lights disappeared between buildings. His path was not direct but rather a chaotic scurry to the next pocket of darkness in whatever direction was shortest. All was quiet on the silent Sunday night that mocked the nervousness and turmoil within him. It took fifteen minutes by his internal clock to reach the dudded impact zone where the Gun Bunnies lobbed their tootsie rolls for training. Non explosive most all the time. Live fire training exercises did happen in other zones, but not this one just off the Cantonment areas. When live fire artillery exercises were being conducted the loudspeakers on base that usually played reveille and taps, or the Star Spangled banner, would blare an announcement. During his combat training they’d had two live fire artillery exercises at Benning. They don’t warn you about the thrum of pressure you feel with every concussive blast when live artillery was used, even from miles away there was always a soft ‘whump’ against your body not too long after the explosive flash. There had been none in the two weeks he’d been at Airborne and probably wouldn’t be while he was here. Live fire artillery exercises weren’t regularly conducted. The impact zone was considered restricted, and no unauthorized personnel were ever allowed there but Assmunch wasn’t following rules tonight so he cut directly across the area after jumping the fence. Although night exercises were conducted, again they were done infrequently and away from the Cantonment area that housed the operations buildings, barracks and population. This impact zone was not used for night ops. Anyone looking with infrared or night vision would see him instantly, but he relied on the fact that no one with any sense would run across this area, much less run across the base in the middle of the night, so any security wouldn’t be looking here if they were looking at all. The fence line around the perimeter of Ft. Benning was where they were looking and watching, plus the usual patrols in the Cantonment as part of the MP’s regular duties. There would be patrols out here as well, but they would be done from vehicles on the road and unless there was something suspicious they were investigating their eyes would simply scan unless something stood out. Tonight, darkness was his friend and he welcomed it inside himself knowing he’d need it for what had to happen. A less than a half hour later he slowed as he reached the area where the shed would be, cautious. The overcast clouds from the day were gone and the area was minimally bathed by the quarter moon. It was just before midnight, maybe 15 minutes or less. Lying flat on the ground, his balaclava hiding all but his eyes, he watched the shed for movement. He saw nothing. The hoot of an owl from his left caught his attention. He turned his head slowly, keeping his head close to the earth. The silhouette of an arm thrust up from a depression twenty feet from his position. He gave a low volume single hoot back and crawled towards it, finding Potter lying on his back, relaxed as if he were going to take a nap. Assmunch mirrored the position. Potter leaned in towards him. “We’ll hear them coming. I heard you twenty yards out. They’ll be in a vehicle. Lights off I’m sure, but we’ll hear the motor. Battles is opposite. We’ll let them get the shed open. Battles and I already cleaned it up, got everything put back together. Didn’t see any blood from Victor, so that’s good. The only blood in there will be theirs.” “Roger that.” Assmunch replied. So they waited, not talking. Assmunch used the time to mentally prepare himself trying to imagine all the ways this could go, forcing his heart to go cold with thoughts of what Weeble had endured. Only the six of them knew the strength it had taken for Weeble to escape and return which increased Assmunch’s determination to see this through. The two rapists had probably counted on the normal profile of a jump school student - attending alone, no one to back them up or question where they were until too much time had passed, the usual chain of command bullshit that would delay any search. The initial assumption was always AWOL or Desertion. These guys had their M.O. down and Assmunch wondered how many others there had been, if there had been previous deaths or they’d counted on the shame to keep their victims silent as well as the unfavorable treatment many victims in the military receive after they report a sexual assault. Ostracism was the most common, but far worse happened. And that was just in the ranks. Superiors didn’t like troublemakers, squeaky wheels, or soldiers who rocked the boat and disrupted the mission. Especially old guard Superiors, who felt if a soldier couldn’t handle their shit they could fuck right out of the Army instead of making it everyone’s problem. The Army didn’t need pussies who probably put a target on their own back anyway. That was how they treated the men who caused waves… the women got far worse. Good luck with your career if you got that reputation. The worst part was how they appeared to take it seriously then cut the complainer loose to the rumor mill. The details of a sexual assault allegation flew around a base faster than a directive straight from the Pentagon. If a soldier ended up in the hospital, things were taken more seriously, but the post trauma counseling and notations in their record pretty much ensured a discharge of some kind. Unfit for duty for any number of reasons. Only by ignoring it ever happened were you likely to be able to continue to serve. Potter suddenly hooted twice, and a few seconds later Assmunch heard a vehicle approaching. His heart began to race. “Breathe.” Potter whispered. “Calm. Cold. Just taking out the garbage.” Good advice, which Assmunch followed immediately. He stilled his thoughts. Control. He resisted the reflex to make this personal. He did not care about these feral dogs, they were simply an obstacle. As much as he wanted the rage to warm him, it would only complicate things so he had to stay even, measured, calculating. Without emotion there would be no fear. Without feeling he could not doubt. It was only murder if they killed a human. These two were animals. Such were the lies he allowed himself, thin as they were. Potter had been right, the vehicle approached without lights and stopped, then the engine silenced. Almost a full minute elapsed before Assmunch heard the doors open. They did not shut again. He imagined Battles approached the rear of the shed, or maybe not. Potter placed a gloved hand on his shoulder, making an unnecessary gesture to silence with his finger on his lips. Assmunch nodded. Then Potter tilted his head back and sideways to glance over the edge of the depression at the shed. He held up two fingers and then an ‘okay’ sign. Still watching, he waited until the clear sound of the padlock disengaging echoed in the night. His hand struck Assmunch’s shoulder twice and he rolled quietly to his stomach and rose like black steam from the ground without a single sound. Assmunch repeated his movements and took three slow full and deep breaths, careful to control his exhale, and he felt himself settle unexpectedly into that place. The shed door was opening and Potter just started to signal and move when Assmunch mirrored him with steady and fluid steps, knees flexed, body positioned in a crouch. They would not rush and Assmunch knew the optimal location to take them was inside the shed. Automatic brain was in control and hyper focused. His peripheral vision noted the vehicle was empty, drivers side and passenger doors remaining ajar, interior light disengaged. Five paces. Four. A flashlight flared, and Potter was moving suddenly. Assmunch only a split second behind. They never registered the body of the Marine that slammed into them, shoving one into the other and sending them both flying towards the shelves at the back of the shed. Assmunch dodged to the side, his arm reaching out to Barnell’s sidearm as he left his feet, simultaneously flicking the securing strap with his thumb and pulling the weapon from its holster. The grunt from the unexpected contact came just before the sound of crashing bodies. Potter wasted no time and the sound of handcuffs clicked along with a yell of pain. The light from the flashlight rolling to a stop on the floor showed Barnell half on top of Delnick who had hit the shelves before he fell. Barnell was in uniform, Delnick in civvies and Barnell’s hands were cuffed behind his back. Battles entered just as the two began to struggle. Potter raised up and brought his knee to the center of Barnell’s back with all his weight. Barnell let out a pathetic cry. Potter’s gloved fist slammed into the side of his face, reducing him to a stunned limp piece of meat. Delnick was trying to extricate himself and a quick strike by Potter stunned him as well. “Get this one’s cuffs on the other one.” Potter said in a calm, ordinary tone of voice. Taking out the garbage. Battles withdrew Barnell’s cuffs from the utility pouch on his equipment belt and only had a small fight to secure Delnick’s hands. “Let’s get him up.” Assmunch helped Potter drag Barnell to his feet and before Barnell could tense enough for the bolt they were expecting Potter brought his knee up sideways into Barnell’s stomach forcing him to try to double over but Assmuch held his collar and his wrists. His knees buckled with a grunt. Battles had Delnick face down with a knee on his neck. With Barnell on his knees, Potter said “Hand me that mag light. Assmunch reached down with one hand and retrieved the flashlight from where it had rolled when the animals dropped it. He handed it to Potter who looked at it. “Perfect.” He pushed Barnell’s head back by the forehead. “Open up.” “Fuck you.” Barnell said. “Open up or I break your jaw to open it for you. Your choice.” Potter could have been ordering breakfast at Waffle House. He tapped the end of the mag light on Barnell’s chin repeatedly with measured gentle hits a second apart. One…Two…Three…Four…..After the fifth tap, he suddenly raised the heavy metal flashlight filled with four D cell batteries above his shoulder. “Okay, okay!” Barnell cried. Tears fell from the corner of his eyes as he opened his trembling ugly mouth. “Wider.” Potter ordered calmly. When the Marine decided the fit was right he lowered the flashlight slowly, allowing Barnell to watch it descend, his head still pulled back so his face was looking up. The barrel of the flashlight was a little over ten inches long and as big around as the cardboard roll inside a sleeve of toilet paper. “Uh uh… keep it open.” Potter warned when Barnell started to close his jaw. He eased the end between Barnell’s lips. “Suck it.” Barnell, recognizing this was just hazing, did as he was told, the wild panicked look disappearing from his eyes. Potter pushed another inch in. “Get it wet.” Barnell’s eyes kept darting from Potter’s face to the flashlight, then rolled up to try to get a look at Assmunch. Potter pushed another inch in, and the panic returned to Barnell’s face. He began making guttural noises. “Don’t talk when you’re sucking. I don’t like it.” Potter observed with a bored tone. “You’re going to take all of it. Hey buddy, what’s that saying you like?” Battles said in the same casual tone “You mean ‘if he ain’t bleeding, you ain’t trying?” “That’s the one.” And with that Potter pushed the flashlight down. Barnell began to scream around the object in his mouth and struggle but Assmunch held him tight by the head, his dispassionate eyes unblinking, his foot pressing down on the links between the cuffs and his knee pressed between Barnell’s shoulder blades. Potter met resistance about five inches in and pushed with slightly more strength managing to work another inch down. “Pathetic.” Potter remarked. “You can do better. I’ve seen it in movies.” And he pushed again without making any progress. He sighed. “What a waste of time.” With that he hammered his fist down on the head of the flashlight punching it down fully into Barnell’s throat. Barnell’s eyes bulged and his body jerked. “Let him go.” Potter said, and Assmunch released him to fall to the floor off the shed where he twisted and writhed as he choked, suffocating with incredible pain caused by half of the ten inches of thick hard textured metal being forced into his overstretched throat. Potter shoved him over on his back with his foot, and knelt down to undo his equipment belt. “Get his legs.” He told Assmunch. Assmunch knelt on either side of Barnell’s legs, pinning them in place and sitting down on his shins. Potter tossed the equipment belt aside, then unclipped the slide on his uniform belt. “Pull his pants down, just below his knees.” Assmunch yanked the uniform trousers down. Barnell’s struggles were becoming weaker as he suffocated, unable to draw breath around the tube in his throat. “Let’s get him up, on that shelf.” Assmunch knew the one he was talking about. They positioned him exactly as Weeble had described, facedown on the middle shelf, his now naked ass sticking out, sliding the cuffs over the J-hook that held the extension cord. Barnell was now limp and Potter grabbed the end of the flashlight and jerked it free from Barnell’s mouth. A few seconds went by and Barnell jerked back to consciousness with a gurgling choking gasp that had to be incredibly painful to his abused throat. “Bring the other one over here.” Potter said. Battles yanked Delnick up by the back of his shirt and dragged him on his knees over behind Barnell. “Eat your buddy’s ass.” Potter ordered, swinging the mag light in lazy arcs. “I can’t…I don’t… Please?” Delnick pleaded. Potter hit him with the flashlight in the side of the face, which made the light flicker. The crack was followed by blood. “Eat his ass. Get it wet, really wet. Make sure you get his hole. The wetter you make it the shorter you’ll have to do it. I won’t tell you again.” Delnick slowly moved his face towards Barnell’s ass. Barnell’s breathing was ragged and suffering. It was probably all he could do to lay there gasping with his throat on fire. Delnick tried to fake his way through it, for which Potter connected his gloved fist with the other side of Delnick’s face, sending his head rocking as he fell over onto his side. “Please…”. Delnick begged. “What do you want? Why are you doing this?” He cried. “I want -“ he kicked Delnick in the stomach. “You to eat his ass.” And he leveled another harder kick. “Get up. Get in there. Get it wet.” He yanked Delnick up by his shirt, the jerking motion forcing a button to pop off and roll under the shelves. “Buddy, why don’t you spread those cheeks for him.” He nodded at Assmunch, who moved to pull Barnell’s asscheeks apart. Potter grabbed the back of Delnick’s head and pushed it forward. “Stick your tongue out and lick.” Delnick was crying now, but doing as he was told. He gagged. “Spit it on his hole, don’t swallow it.” Delnick obeyed. “Wetter, more spit. He’s going to have a hard time of it if you don’t get him lubed up.” Delnick pulled back. “You…you’re going to fuck him?” Potter laughed. It was a sound that could barely be described as a laugh. It conveyed no humor. It was an expression meant to mimic laughter by a creature alien to the concept of joy. It weighed the air with poison. “Not me. You. That’s probably enough.” Barnell’s right butt cheek was smeared with Delnick’s blood from the cut on his cheek. Potter pulled Delnick away from Barnell’s ass. “Buddy, take care of that one’s hands.” He said to Battles. Battles stepped over to the other shelf and selected a piece of lumber. He hefted it a couple times as he walked back over to Barnell. With an underhanded swing he hammered it into Barnell’s exposed right knuckles held in place by the cuffs, not hard enough to break bone but enough to bruise them. Then he rubbed the wood over the punished skin. Battles bent down to get a closer look, then using his own gloved fist he punched Barnell’s knuckles three times more and looked again. Barnell was barely responsive. “It’ll do.” He announced. “Give him another one.” Without warning Potter slammed his fist into Delnick’s nose. He fell back groaning to the floor. “Get up and fuck him.” Potter ordered. “I can’t. I won’t get hard.” Delnick whined as blood trickled out his nostrils. Potter shoved Delnick over on his stomach with his boot. “Give him two, right hand.” Delnick attempted to curl his hands but Battles dropped his knee into Delnick’s back just as Potter had done to Barnell earlier. Delnick let out a groaning wail as Battles grabbed his wrists. He twisted the rapist’s arms up and towards him, his grip on the cuffs making it impossible for Delnick to hide his knuckles. Battles popped his knuckles twice, then rubbed the wood back and forth a few times before dropping Delnick’s wrists. “You fuck him, and we let you go. That’s the deal. You fuck him and this will all be over. I don’t care if you have to think about fucking your sister or some hot chick you saw at the PX, but fuck him hard, shoot your load and we leave the key to the cuffs on that shelf over there and go away. This is just payback for that guy you did last year. Just teaching you a little lesson. Fuck your friend like you fucked our friend and we call it even. Hell, I’ll throw you a bone and say it’s okay if you think about how you fucked our friend, we know THAT got your rocks off. What do you say Delnick? Fuck him hard and give him that load you’ve been dreaming of fucking into him, or we beat you so much over the next two hours that you get a medical discharge and a lifetime of VA appointments. Your choice.” Potter was incredibly reasonable. Assmunch had no problem believing there had been more than just one non-specific friend these two had victimized over the last year. “You promise? You’ll let us go?” Delnick was crying again, blubbering like the coward he was. “Yeah man, it’s a promise. And none of us will say anything about any of this.” Potter said with a convincing smile. “O-o-okay…I’ll try.” Potter smiled again. “Remember, just like you fucked our friend, or the deal’s off. He told us all about it. That’s how we knew about the thing you like to say ‘if he ain’t bleeding you ain’t trying’. We really need you to mean it, okay?” Delnick nodded working his way to his feet. “You probably need us to help you with your jeans, right?” Potter said. Delnick nodded. Potter undid the top button on Delnick’s 501’s, then slowly undid the buttons below it. He rubbed the back of his hand over Delnick’s crotch as he moved. In a seductively low voice Potter continued. “Wow, buddy, looks like you’re packing a nice piece of meat there. Your buddy is sure gonna enjoy that, feeling you ramming that piece up his warm tight hole. He’s probably a virgin, right? He’s gonna love you opening him up like a whore, a real man like you, giving him what he secretly wants. Showing him what he’s good for, being a fuckhole for you to empty your balls. Yeah, it’ll hurt him at first, but that’s good, isn’t it, shows him how to be a real man.” “Delnick…don’t.” Barnell’s raspy tortured voice came out soft and hoarse. Potter grinned. “Got a little fight in him, but that’s the way you like it, isn’t it? He doesn’t know how much he’s gonna like it though, once you get to pounding. They all settle down after a while, don’t they? They fight at first, but then they just lay there and enjoy it, because they love that big dick of yours. They can’t help it. Just fucking love this cock…”. Potter had pushed Delnick’s underwear down to his thighs along with his jeans and was gently stroking his cock that was now hard. “Yeah man, go on, show him how a real man fucks. Show us how you like to do it so we can all go home and get some sleep tonight.” “Please … no…”. Barnell barely had enough control over his torn vocal cords to get the words to come out as more than a whisper. “Oh, say that thing you like to say.” Potter urged with a grin. Delnick cleared his throat. “If he ain’t bleedin’ you ain’t tryin’” Potter clapped him on the back. “Hell yeah buddy, show us what it’s all about.” Potter pointed Delnick’s rather average dick at Barnell’s hole. “All the way in the first plunge, as hard as you can, just like my friend. Won’t it be fuckin’ hot when that warm blood coats your big cock? Fuck yeah.” Potter pulled on Delnick’s dick one more time, forcing a drop of precum to the top. “Do it. Now.” And gave Delnick a nudge on his lower back. He thrust forward with all his weight in one violent heave. The sound that came out of Barnell was a toneless scream of wheezing tortured air, and he bucked forcefully to try to get away. But of course he couldn’t. “Yeah buddy, fuck him hard! He loves it, you’ll make him cum if you keep fucking him hard like that. Nice big hot cock ripping into him, fucking him like a real man should. Damn, that’s as hot as our friend said, he said he hated it at first, but you fucked him so good he started to enjoy it. You’re a real stud. Shit, everyone needs that dick.” Potter kept up the talk, stoking Delnick’s ego, giving him an ongoing narrative to get him where he needed him. Whatever it took. “That’s it, it’s going to feel so good to unload in that ass. You gotta be close. Watching you take that hole has got me boned, man. See how he’s just laying there now? He knows what that hole is for. Go ahead. Shoot your load, let’s all go home.” Delnick started thrusting faster, trying to work himself up enough to cum. It wasn’t easy. He had no control, no power in this. Without that this was a disgusting fag fuck. He closed his eyes and pictured sexual fantasies, trying to find one that would ramp him up. He was going to cum in Barnell’s ass. Hell, his buddy probably DID like it, just a little. He’d probably ask him to fuck his ass again after this. Delnick imagined Barnell begging him to do it just one more time, and imagined himself sneering at Barnell and calling him a desperate faggot hungry for dick. Seeing Barnell’s sad shocked face as he spat the insult at him started his balls churning. Yeah, Barnell would probably turn into one of those disgusting homos who couldn’t get enough dick. Delnick always figured Barnell leaned that way. The guy was always scoping out the new classes at Airborne. It was Barnell that picked the guy out they would fuck. It was Barnell that arranged everything, planned it out. Delnick hardly thought about it at all until Barnell called him to say he’d picked out another one. Barnell found the places they would take the guys, like this shed. None of this was Delnick’s idea, he was just having a little fun, releasing a little stress. The more he thought about it while fucking Barnell’s bloody ass they more he realized Barnell was a little faggot too. He probably jacked off thinking about Delnick’s dick, he was always so eager to get Delnick into the guys they fucked. Too eager. Well, if Barnell wanted his dick, he was gonna get it. Delnick started fucking with angry, jabbing thrusts. He wished he had the use of his hands to grab his fellow MP’s hips. Barnell was responsible for getting him into this mess. It was all his fault, the dirty fucking pervert. It was no more than he deserved. This was probably what he dreamed about all along, why he’d picked Delnick to be his wing man. He was getting close, real close. He pulled his dick all the way out and shoved it back in making Barnell gasp with pleasure, obviously loving it. He did it again, and again, then a third time when he felt his cum start shooting deep in Barnell’s bloody asshole. He pushed further in, letting his seed fill that faggot’s hole. The exertion of his finish was still washing over him when he felt the cuffs release and a hand grabbed his wrist. He felt Barnell’s sidearm touch his palm as his arm was pulled forward just as he realized what was happening. The sound of the weapon discharging with two loud pops echoed in the shed as Barnell’s body twitched on the shelf. Then the gun was pulled from his hand and placed against his temple. He barely had time register shock when everything went black. ************ ASSMUNCH It all happened so fast after Delnick came. Battles pushed Assmunch towards the shed door then immediately unlocked Delnick’s right handcuff when Potter grabbed his hand and lifted his arm holding Barnell’s sidearm in Delnick’s palm. He pointed it Barnell’s head and Potter pulled the trigger twice in quick succession then without a pause he dropped Delnick’s hand and raised the gun to Delnick’s temple at a slight backwards angle. One quick pull saw Delnick’s head jerk away. Three seconds. It almost seemed impossible for so many things to happen in so short a time. There was no splatter, no skull explosion like in the movies. Potter dropped the gun from where he pulled the trigger before Delnick’s lifeless body hit the floor. Battles carefully unlocked the left handcuff, reset them, and casually tucked them back into Barnell’s utility belt. Potter did a quick scan of the shed, placed the mag light on the upper shelf near the edge and picked up the piece of lumber they’d used. “Hmmm, his pants need to be pulled back up.” Potter said. “Took him a few minutes to think through what he’d done, to figure out there was no way out of this. He’d have pulled up his jeans, just doing the top button.” “Sound right.” Battles replied. The two of them made quick work of getting Delnick’s jeans back up, and then carefully rearranged him exactly as he fell. “You understand all this, Andrew?” Potter asked. Assmunch was still processing it. It was nothing like he’d thought. The puzzling part was how little he felt about seeing two men get shot in the head. Except for the loud retort of the weapon discharge their actual moments of death were sudden and quiet and it seemed like there should have been … well, MORE. The finality of it, the abrupt stillness argued against the nature of the violence and the buildup that preceded it. It demanded an equal ferocity that would never blossom, like watching lightning strike without the thunder that should follow, the explosion of a mortar without the whump of air pressure. And deeper… a recognition that there was an absence of satisfaction. It should have felt like a resolution, a series of actions that resulted in a sense of completion. If anything, it all felt lacking. Empty. The anticipated cathartic feeling of righteous justice did not manifest in this room. Even Potter and Battles continued on as if nothing of import occurred. The disparity between what he expected to feel and what he didn’t feel created an incongruity that would necessitate further examination. But not now. He had a doubt that the reconciliation would ever happen for him, there wasn’t enough discord within him to require the type of soul-searching he expected. His non-reaction bothered him more than what might spur a moral conflict. “Uh, yeah, I think. You want it to look like an argument between lovers. Like Barnell wanted to call it off, they fought, Delnick wasn’t on board with that. It got out of control and Delnick realized he was fucked either way so he did Barnell, then offed himself.” Potter nodded. “Pretty close. It reads either way…either Delnick came onto Barnell and was rebuffed and threatened exposure so Delnick raped him and killed him, or they’d been having a lover’s spat. The beatings we gave them both weren’t punishment, it was just enough to be evidence of a mutual fight between former friends. You fight your friends differently than your enemy. Delnick forced himself on Barnell once he had him subdued. The investigation won’t go any further than this shed. Everything is explained with what they find in here and their actions today. I think these two also had the occasional unexplained times when their whereabouts couldn’t be explained suggesting they disappeared at times for secret meetups. Are you good, Andrew?” Assmunch met Potter’s eyes. “I’m not sure why, but yeah. Just not sure it won’t hit me later. You think it will?” Potter shrugged. “Hard to say, but you? I don’t think so. You stay in your lane. You look ahead, not back. Don’t worry about this not hitting you hard. Like I said, everyone is different, and this situation I think falls into one of your ‘had to be done’ categories. If there’s one thing I know about you Andrew, is you tackle things head on. They don’t creep around in your head taking up space. And at the end of it all, you didn’t pull the trigger. You’ll be fine. Everything that happened tonight stays in this shed. I’m already erasing it in my head. You should too.” Potter then turned to Battles. “Just cleanup left. Andrew doesn’t have gloves, make sure you get the top of the mag light where he grabbed, get both their hands on it. CID will fit it into their conclusions however they think goes along with what they decide.” “What about his weapon? I grabbed it.” Andrew asked. “Textured grip. Can’t get anything off that. Trust me, there’s too much here pointing to only these two being involved. And when they dig deeper into their whereabouts the last 24 hours, then look even deeper and further back, it’ll all be crystal clear. What I hope is that at least one or two of their previous victims tried to make a report. And hopefully their hands will be on any investigation, which I would expect they’d volunteer to handle. Once CID starts digging and asking questions, they should figure out who these roaches are and what they might have done. Then, CID won’t be looking for any other reason than these two having a falling out. But even if that doesn’t happen, THIS piece of shit”. He said, gesturing to Delnick’s crumpled body. “Fucked THAT piece of shit bloody and dumped his load in his ass. Hard to explain that if someone else did the deed. Get going. Pace your way back, take your time, don’t get distracted with thoughts, stay aware. Caution is the priority, not time. You absolutely can’t be seen.” Then putting it it language more familiar, “Your mission isn’t over until you’re in your bunk.” Assmunch nodded. Then dipped his head at Battles. “You have a blank check for this, you know that right?” He said. “It’s all a blank check for a brother. That’s why we’re here. That’s why you’ll be there when we need it. Isn’t that right, Battles? There’s no scorecard between brothers.” “Hoo-rah”. Battles said in a soft growl without even looking at them while he took care of the final details. Assmunch turned and left the shed, heading back the way he came, being careful to stick to the path they’d already taken to get to the shed. ************* WEEBLE Sleep came hard, and sporadic. The feeling of being trapped forced him to jolt awake repeatedly and jerk his head around to make sure of his surroundings. He’d then spend 20 minutes or more trying to get back to sleep only to wake up again a short time later. He SHOULD feel safe, here in the barracks, surrounded by the Bravos. But he didn’t. No, that wasn’t right. He felt safe. But he couldn’t forget. This time he woke himself up stifling a scream. The image of Delnick and Barnell in the front seat as they drove him to the shed panicked his dream. He heard a shuffling two bunks over. He turned his head. Zeus was walking toward his bunk, in his puppy dog pajamas. When the giant got close, he whispered “I’m okay Zeus. Just a dream.” Zeus didn’t say anything. He pulled Weeble’s blanket back and climbed in the bunk. “No more dreams.” Zeus said, pulling Weeble into his arms and surrounding his entire body. The last thing Weeble thought before waking up was how he didn’t feel trapped.

That's why shy of adding more judges to SCOTUS, we need to have a maximum time of service or mandatory retirement. Granted, when our nation was founded, life expectancy was lower, so lifetime appointments didn't seem a bad thing. Of course, if men got pregnant, abortion would never have stood a chance at being illegal.

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I was being fucked bareback by a 'skinny' top in our bed during the day when my wife phoned my mobile saying she was on her way home from work and was about 20 minutes away. He completed the job and seeded me with a big load.. In the rush he knocked an uncapped new bottle of poppers over on the bed spilling the contents. It was a bit awkward dealing with that!

I was renovating an apartment and, because i can be seen through an above door window, i will often work naked to give neighbours a thrill (or laugh). I went on too fabguys and found a guy who was local. He visited and, when he left, I had two raw loads in me. A couple of hours later, another message popped up, this time from a lad I knew. He was desperate to unload and so i invited him round and he left a third raw load deep in me. Just before i left for the day, another messaged popped up and again the lad popped round leaving me with the fourth load of the day. If I were female, I must surely be pregnant.

A voice called out, I think it was _____'s, "oh looks like Ted's still fucking that trick. I thought you were gonna be done with him by now Ted?" Ted laughed, unleashed now I guess, "He begged me for another load." Another voice, "Jesus Ted you're such a whore. I don't know how ____ puts up with you." Ted kept thrusting and I squirmed some. "Hey dude, do you want some poppers?" the first voice asked. "yes" I said turning towards him. "please". I knew they were supposed to make anal easier and I knew I wanted it to be easier to take Ted's fucking. A bottle appeared under my nose "inhale." I did and suddenly was relaxed and ready for Ted to use my hole. ** "... yeah actually here with his wife..." ** "...no ..." ** *laughter* Ted was pulling my head back by my hair, "do you want me to cum in your ass?" I realized an iphone light was shining in my face. I was spaced out. "What?" "Do you want me to shoot another load in your faggot ass?" "mmm yes. cum in me." Ted did, blasting what I knew was another massive nut. I felt chilled out for the first time. I'd let a man fuck me twice and ejaculate in me twice. At least he'd assured me that he's clean. Was Sarah awake? Texting me? For the first time it didn't matter. That would obviously have to work itself out soon enough. After Ted got off me I flipped over and sat on the bed. There were 3 other guys in there now, two I'd heard. They were all kinda average biker types and middle aged. I was beyond caring but suddenly aware of my nakedness. Ted was off cleaning himself up again. "So. I understand you're new to gay sex. I gather it's suiting you so far?" ".. uh yeah ..." I blushed, suddenly very uncomfortable. **** At 4:45am my keycard unlocked our hotel room. By then, my anus held the ejaculate of 3 different men. The TV was on and Sarah was on the room's lounge chair, looking unhappy. "... so you got lucky?" "oh yes."

I wish I could come and visit you as your third or fourth top of the night. I'd show you, one-on-one, just how much tops appreciate a preloaded hole! 😈

Well said, @hntnhole. A succinct editorial in the New York Times quotes Justice Thurgood Marshall, who had pointed out potential consequences of originalism, like treating Black people as non-persons, just as the founding fathers viewed them. The editorialist reminds us that the Supreme Court has often voted against progress. We're not just talking old cases like Dred Scott, but also recent decisions, like ending federal supervision of voting rights. I say that none of this is surprising. Nearly the majority of Americans vote Republican. The Republican Party is clear in its official policies against abortion, against contraception (both domestically and abroad), against homosexuality, and so on. Even though I believe such policies are nonsense, I'm glad that there is a party to represent people who hold those beliefs. The Supreme Court has never represented, understood or cared about ordinary people. That isn't possible. Membership is closed to all but the most highly-educated lawyers and judges. By way of example, I always realized that the deification of Ruth Bader Ginsburg was naïve. Of course I agreed with her writings, but Democrats ignored the reality that she, like all Supreme Court justices, lived completely apart from ordinary people, and had no firsthand knowledge of their struggles. Appointments last for life. Democrats ignored RBG's lack of humility; a humble person would have retired voluntarily so that a young replacement could be appointed while Democrats still controlled the Presidency and the Senate. States' growing awareness of opportunities to control the mechanics of federal elections, coupled with the evisceration of federal voter protections, means that the combination of a Democratic President and a Democratic Senate majority (to say nothing of the 60% majority once required to appoint judges and still required to pass non-budgetary legislation) is unlikely ever to recur. People are now seeing, on one hand, what a near-majority of their fellow Americans have always believed about them, and noticing, on the other hand, the fundamentally non-representative nature of structures like the Supreme Court (and the Senate, too, where one senator represents 20 million people from California, who contribute an average of $85,000 per person to the economy, while another senator with exactly the same power represents fewer than 1.5 million people from Mississippi, who produce just $42,000 each, on average). These structures are now locked in. Agreement on a federal constitutional amendment about anything has been numerically impossible for decades already. And originalist justices believe it's correct for government's role, its perspective, and its very structures, to be frozen in time. Americans are getting exactly the government they signed up for. For me, the real tragedy is seeing economically underproductive parts of the country wrest control from economically productive parts. Texans produce 20% less than Californians, and Texas is productive, as red states go. If progressive social policies like abortion access, labor laws, high local minimum wages, public health, Medicaid expansion, and so on were bad for economic productivity, California's per-capita GDP would necessarily be the lower one. I don't mean to single out any states. Many different states fit the patterns I've mentioned.

As a top, ATM is a must for me as I love kissing and I love eating/felching hole. If I eat/felch a bottom's hole and he refuses to kiss me afterward, that will be the last time I fuck him. Period. End of story. Don't care how hot the fuck was! Transmission of any potential diseases (and, yes, I know it's a possibility) isn't even on my radar. >> I << taste and enjoy the bottom's hole (and possibly the taste of my precum and/or cum depending on whether I'm eating or felching), and I want to share that taste with him. If he's not interested, there are many more bottoms who are, so NEXT! So, for me, it's less about the psychology and more about the smell and taste of SEX! Slightly dirty is an interesting twist. While I don't freak out if my dick comes out slightly dirty cause I know accidents happen, I'm less forgiving where my tongue is concerned. If I smell even the slightest hint of slightly dirty, I'm not eating/felching it. If I don't smell any hint of slightly dirty but an accident happens, the action more than likely will end then and there. Whether or not there will be a repeat engagement really depends on how "into" the guy I am. THANK YOU!!!! I can't STAND the taste of most artificial lubes! And the flavored lubes are even WORSE! 🤢 Silicon-based lubes, J-Gel and Albolene are passable. Anything else other than spit, and, as much as I might've enjoyed eating your ass before I fucked you, I won't felch it after I've bred you. And "tasting our fuck" is a great way to put it! And to take that to the next level with a cumdump, it would be, "tasting all the guys who've fucked you recently, including me!" 😍😍😍 As long as the guy knows how to kiss (lots of guys don't), whether we kiss after I eat his ass or after he cleans off my dick after I cum in him, both are GREAT in my book! Both ways it's all about sharing the taste of sex!

Well said! In a different forum on BZ, someone recently posted that he doesn't hook up with Grindr tops who ask, "How many loads?" His experience — which is understandable — is that some of those tops are waiting for an ideal instead of being willing to fuck now. I was glad to read his perspective, and I'm glad to be able to balance it with yours. When I ask a bottom, "How many loads?", it's because I want to contribute mine, whether it's the first, the fifth or the tenth. I also ask because I sincerely want to congratulate, encourage and appreciate bottoms who take multiple loads. It's a tribute! The number of men you can pleasure in a short time, and the degree of the pleasure you provide, make a huge difference. Men whose wives, husbands, girlfriends, boyfriends, etc. are lovely people but boring sexual partners, held back by conventional sexual mores, can find release in open-minded people like you. You truly make the world a better place. Multiple men can unload all of their frustrations and tensions deep in your hole. Maybe the more tense they are going in, the harder their sperm will fight, in the ensuing sperm war.

The magic question is always, “how many loads you got?” You know the top is looking for a lube hole to use. The feel of a freshly fuck hole is hot for both the top and bottom, especially when it’s still warm to the touch. The top wanting to cum “next” is more aggressive and the sperm war must be true cause it make the next top wanna breed deeper, harder and faster to get that sperm to impregnate. When a top asks how many loads you got, sometimes it’s not just to fuck your hole but to suck the cum out of it. Some tops and verse guys love the taste of fresh cum in a cum hole. Some like to squeeze out the cum lube from your hole and fuck you “dry” after eating the loads out of you. It’s like starting over again in the cumdump math 😞 but hey if a guy wanna clean your pussy for the next guy… we’ll nothing you can do about it. The friction hurts but if he refresh’s your cum hole with his load then it’s great….

Guys, there is an entire website called Waterboys.com that is still online. Be sure to include the "s" or it leads to a band, not to mention the movie that was in theaters. You can search by Country for guys near you and select all types of options including age and usual stats like body type or any thing you want or need. Most important is type of piss scene as some just like to drink from the tap while others want to be piss fucked. Totally nude or fully clothed and piss all over him. I have pissed down a few throats over the years. I am a Top for Piss as I don't drink it and I only want Cum in my ass. Multiple Anonymous Loads are welcomed to unload in my ass.

Two years and four months later . . . today . . . I just bred the same guy again in their marital bed. He’s such a slut! He’s one of those bottoms who really wants the load more than getting fucked, and I obliged. His legs in the air hooked over my arms, I slid my dick back and forth using his sphincter to get me off. I pushed deep as possible and blew a big nutt deep in his guts. There on her nightstand next to the bed was her devotional book, two tubes of neosporin (?) and a little ceramic angel. How sweet. It was sweet too how her husband cleaned my dick off with his mouth after I’d inseminated his ass.

You are correct, it wouldn't. @fskn explained what I was thinking (good read, that!): the regular testing would catch it before it got that far. I would add that for me, the regular testing possibly has been the greatest benefit of being on PrEP. I haven't been having so much sex that I would have been likely to pick up HIV even without it, but it has been enough to pick up at least 2 STIs including syphilis, and we caught them early, which makes me happy.

Chapter 29 The guy pushed the pig off and then his partner got behind the Pig and began to rape fuck him. He wanted to cum, but more than that he wanted to hurt the Pig’s ass. He was one of the most sadistic guys that walked the earth and wanted to inflict as much pain and degradation as he could. His partner went behind them and started working his fingers in the Pig’s ass along with this friend cock. The pig felt a familiar stretching, but this was more intense. It was as if he was trying to rip his tender hole. Even with the drugs he had been given this hurt and the pig was trying to pull away but couldn’t. The guy that was fingering him grabbed the Pig’s cock and squeezed it. He said that this Pig didn’t have a cock. He must be a fagot wimp. The Pig’s cock had shrunk to an all time small nub and is nuts had drawn up so he looked like he was castrated. It was at that time the guy fucking him aid he was about to cum. Guys around said it was about time because they wanted a piece of the cunt. The guy fucking him said “ Here it cums Pig. Take all my bugs in your fertile cunts and enjoy what they will do for you “. The Pig felt the guy’s cock get harder and then start pulsing deep in his ass. It felt like it would never stop shooting the cum in his ass. After the final pulse the To said “ Good pig. You got ever drop, now hold still”. In the Pigs cloudy brain he wasn’t sure what the guy meant but then he stared feeling a warmth running deep not his bowels. He knew that the guy was pissing in him. The Guy said “ With all that Meth you have had I figured you would enjoy another load of Coke piss to help you along your way. After he was done the guy pulled pout but thy kept the pig in the ass up position so the mess would seep into the deepest reaches of his guts. Another guy stepped up and said it was his turn but before he cold get in him another guy said to wait a minute. The guy produced a couple really nasty looking shards. The were bigger than usual and it looked like they had been formed with spikes and sharp edges. They were meant to not only get the victim high but to cut the entrance to ensure the drug got into the system faster. The guy said that this was a new one on the street and it was so potent that it would send him into orbit for the next day. Everyone would be able to enjoy this once neg hole. The first one hurt some and felt a slight burning but the second one was a different story. The effects of the First one stared getting hotter when the guy worked the second one in making sure the sharp edges of the shard was scratching the walls of the opening. The Burng sensation was ten time worse than anything he had felt. At the same time he was starting to get light headed and the craving was once again the drugs taking over. He needed it bad up his sore torn ass. One of the Guys said “ I think he is ready for more, who’s next “? The guy that wanted to get in him said that he was next and slammed as deep as he could in the Pig’s ass. He was average size and the Pig was so far gone all he could do it ask for more. He was repeating “ I need everyone to fuck me, stick something big up my ass. Please, I need it “. The guy fucking him felt someone rubbing his ass. A thumb was pushed up his ass and hoking his prostate and at the same time he felt his nutsack getting squeezed. He bellowed and came in the Pig’s now sloppy gaping cunt hard. He yelled “ Take my POZ load you fucking Pig “ . The pig said “ YES ! Give me more, I must have more “. The next guy stepped up, he had a nice size cock with Piercings in it. One at the end had a point on it. He let the Pig see what was about to go in him and said “ When I am done, you’ll be bleeding like your cunt is on it’s period and you will be pregnant “. The Pig saw a Biohazard tattoo on him just above his cock. It also had two ‘ + ‘ marks next to it. He knew what the Biohazard meant but not the added plus signs.

I have a regular guy who comes over about every other week. We kiss fuck and he comes in my ass. this time he asked if he could bring a friend. I said sure. He shows up with a young hung guy. They both bet undressed and I suck the young guy while my regular fucks me . After a while he cums and rolls off. The young guy says his turn. He fucks me long and hard. His dick was about 8 “ and thick. After about 20 min he says he is ready to cum and with a load noise he fill my ass. when he is done he says this is is first time to fuck a man. He asked if he could come by again. I now have another guy fuck buddy

You raise a good point. In my experience, fucking a preloaded hole gets me off in different way. If a guy hasn't taken any loads before mine, I like to use the bare minimum amount of spit, and add only a tiny bit of lube if he insists. I have been known to pull out, dry my dick, and repeat a few times, if the guy gets too wet. When a guy has already taken loads, I can cum in just a few minutes, regardless of the reduced friction. The smell of cum, the silky texture of the guy's cummy hole, the realization that he's a slut who collects sperm from random men, my fantasies about the other men who came before me, my fantasy that my sperm will win the "sperm war" and knock the guy up, and the forbidden nature of the whole situation (I wish more people were into collecting loads from multiple guys in the same session) all serve to heighten my arousal. Some bottom guys who like collecting loads rely on the boyfriend's or the husband's not noticing. I don't know how people could fail to notice, but maybe some partners don't want to know.

Very hot! I love the way he took charge and did what you both wanted, leaving you with so much cum that it dripped down your legs. 😈 (And if you are worried, please be sure that you are taking your own measures to protect your sexual health, such using PrEP, getting vaccinated against Hepatitis A and B, and HPV, and receiving frequent STI tests. Anyone with a printer can fake test results. Even if the results are real, they cannot account for what happened in the days just before the tests, let alone in the days since.)

Last week I had a guy over, he said he was hiv disease free and would bring a condom. We got in my bedroom on the bed and I sucked him for a little, and I was quite nervous about bottoming it had been a long time for me. We decided it was time and I turned over on my stomach and got in position and took a hit of poppers to help loosen up, I figured he would put a condom on while I did this. He put his 7 inches in me popped in right away and felt amazing (was first time using poppers with a guy) he fucked me pretty good until he came and pulled out I turned over and there was no condom….he just pushed inside and came inside me…he then showed me his test results for all his sti exams and I felt ok and he left. Afterwards I literally had cum dripping down my legs, there was so much of it…

Okay, gentlemen, here it is, proof that ErosWired has waaaaay too much time on his hands and isn’t spending nearly enough of it taking cock. I am attaching to this message a simple questionnaire that plots your location with respect to other men in three dimensions. The model isn’t a simple top-down, single-axis hierarchy like the (in my opinion inadequate) chart above, and isn’t strictly a hierarchy at all, though it’s designed so that what are generally considered valued male/masculine traits gravitate toward the Top. Here’s the questionnaire. Be sure to check out the brief instructions on the second page. It calculates your result automatically: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/applications/core/interface/file/attachment.php?id=46854&key=5cf2568189beaf1818b43862ef813275 An answer is required for all the questions, but - and this is important - you can only answer a question from your own personal role and perspective. Do not answer from another person’s perspective, or in the way you think someone else ought to think. For instance, if a question read, “I fuck bottoms because they need fucking”, a total bottom should answer ‘Strongly Disagree’ because he does not fuck bottoms at all, even if he agrees that bottoms should be fucked because they need fucking. A Vers guy, however, can answer the same question on its merits, because he does, at least occasionally, fuck bottoms, and can speak to his own motivation. The type descriptions that appear on the result page are a work-in-progress, and I would welcome commentary on them, or suggestions on improving any part of the model. I would appreciate anyone taking a moment to fill it out - it’s short - and letting me know if the results seem accurate to you.

14. I lay on my bed for a minute enjoying the two big loads in my hole and listening to Mike get fucked. Mike was moaning like the slut I know knew he was and begging to be bred. I knew as I listened to him that even the two loads I had just taken weren’t enough for the night. I got out my phone to find another top. I had a few messages waiting for me. The nerdy guy from earlier had responded recently. He was free and still horny. I told him I had just taken two loads and was hungry for more. “On my way,” was his only response. I lay back and listened to Mike’s top build to orgasm. “Fuck yes, take my fucking load you slut!” “Breed my hole” “Fucking take it!” “Fill me up” “Take my…” there was a roar, several more slams of flesh against flesh and then a dull panting. After a long pause there came a smack, followed by a gruff, “thanks,” and then “I’ve gotta get going.” “Thanks for the load Sir,” Mike said. I could hear the top gathering his things and then the door opening and closing without another word. Mike appeared in my doorway, completely naked except for his cage. He was about to open his mouth when the buzzer went off. I got up saying, “that’ll be for me.” As I walked past him to ring the nerd up I pecked Mike on the cheek and gave one of his pert nipples a little tweak. “Another? Already? Good boy,” he said in reply. “Well,” I grinned, “hearing you get fucked after my last guy came made me want more. So…” there was a knock on the door. I opened it, dressed only in a jock, and let the nerd into the apartment. He grabbed me and kissed me as he closed the door behind him. “I’ve got a four day load I’m ready to blow, take my clothes off,” he said, breaking the kiss. Unbuttoned his shirt as we still kissed, feeling his smooth chest, and hard nipples. Slowly I slid my hands down to his pants, the thick hair of his treasure trail entwining around my fingers as I made my way to his belt. I pushed his pants down and left him in only his tight white briefs, the meat of his cock pressing forward in a hefty bulge. “You want me to breed you right here, or you wanna go to a bed room?” I looked behind me, Mike had vanished into his room, “Right here.” He pushed me back till I tripped onto the couch and fell back onto the seat. He shoved his briefs to the floor and his beautiful monstrous cock bobbed forward, bursting from a 1970s level of bush. I grabbed his hips and swallowed him as far as I could. My lips were stretched wide before I’d even gotten half way to the balls. I looked up his chest and watched his eyes roll as I swallowed his cock. His hands held my shoulders tight, and he slowly rocked his cock in and out of my mouth moaning. Froth and heavy spit was starting to build in my mouth, his cock pushed against my tonsils almost making me gag over and over. He fucked his cock deep into my mouth cutting off my airway and holding it there till I gagged. I panted as his cock fell from my mouth. My eyes were watering. I was catching my breath when the buzzer to the apartment went off and Mike’s came padding out of his room still completely naked. “Fuck I didn’t…” the nerd started before he noticed Mike nudity and cage. “Oh don’t worry, I just got bred on that couch myself.” “Another top?” I said between gasps. “Nope, Seamless.” I laughed and grabbed back onto the nerd’s cock and swallowed it down. He twisted his fingers into my hair and started skull fucking me again as Mike waited by the door to collect his seamless. The nerd and I stopped for a moment when we heard the knock on the door. We both looked over, a little surprised that Mike was still completely naked opening the door for the delivery man. A cute short guy in his early twenties stood there holding a bag of food, and looking a little shocked and pleased at the same time. “So I don’t have a cash tip for you but I was hoping you’d accept something else.” “There’s a reason I always take the deliveries to this address,” the guy said and stepped into the apartment. Mike closed the door, took the bag, and dropped to his knees. It was then the guy noticed us, the nerd’s cock still in my mouth. I winked at him and went back to sucking the nerd’s cock. “Who’s that,” the delivery guy asked. “My roommate,” Mike said, as he undid the guys pants, “I finally introduced him to the joys of being a caged bottom. Now its just raw sex all the time here.” “Wanna share these holes,” asked the nerd. “Sure, why not, get on the couch with your roommate.” “Fuck yeah, so long as each of use gets at least one of your loads.” “Don’t worry, you’ll each get bred.” Mike landed hard on the couch next to me. All through the exchange the nerd had never stopped fucking my face and my chin was now slick with spit and phlegm. I looked over and saw Mike starting to gag on a broad veiny uncut cock, swallowing it till a pair of swinging low hanging balls hit his chin. The delivery guy groaned, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as his cock thickened to its full mass in Mike’s mouth. The nerd pulled out, and bent forward. He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up. “Time for me to get in that pussy, bend over the arm of the couch. That way you can watch your friend get used too.” “Yes Sir!” Thirty seconds later I was bent over with my arms resting on the cushions of the couch, and the nerd was rubbing his massive cock on my hole. Mike was bobbing forward and back, his throat distended each time sucking in the delivery guys cock. “Fuck it,” the delivery guy said, “I need your cunt too. Other arm.” Mike got up and bent over opposite me. The delivery guy moved around and pulled his shirt off. He wasn’t built but he was strong and square with big round brown nipples and a wild pelt of hair all over his chest. He got behind Mike and I watched him slide deep inside my roommate as the nerd pushed inside me. Both of our eyes rolled back and we groaned being once more penetrated. “God your pussy is the best fucking tip,” groaned the delivery guy as he started to hammer Mike. “Fuck me,” I shouted at the nerd. “Holy shit. Your so wet.” “I can feel all the load in your cunt.” I was being hammered into the arm of the couch and split in two. The nerd’s cock felt even bigger inside my hole than it had in my mouth. Old loads were dripping down my balls as he fucked the frothy cum out of my slack hole. Mike was a grunting drooling mess as the delivery guy’s fat uncut cock spread his hole wide. I could feel the couch bouncing back and forth under the force of the two tops assaults. Mike’s face was slack, his eyes unfocused. I was sure I looked equally cock drunk. I could feel precum oozing from my cock, and dripping out of my cage. How had I ever had sex before, this was perfect. This is who I wanted to be. I was a sub cunt. Every cock I took affirmed it again and again. It was like a tinny epiphany that I got to relive with the invasion of each new cock. “Wanna try this one?” the nerd asked. “Fuck yeah, switch.” They changed places, and the thin nerd lined up his cock with Mike’s surely gaped hole. The delivery guy got behind me and pressed into my equally slack cunt. “Fuck man, your roommates even more full of cum than you,” he groaned bottoming out. “I’ve taught him well,” Mike panted between thrusts, “You’re the third cock in him in two hours.” “And six loads today,” I added. “Fuck,” Mike said enviously, “I’ve only got three.” “Well let’s get you each another,” said the nerd. I bucked my ass back onto the delivery guy, enjoying his girth. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he plowed deep inside. Everyone was quiet for a minute the only sounds the grunting of men in heat and the sound of sweaty flesh slapping against flesh. The nerd had his eyes closed, his hands on Mike’s hips, sweat trickling down his chest. His hair curly mop of hair was matted down on his brow. He looked like the perfect image of a vintage porn star. “Fuck, man,” said the delivery guy breathlessly, “swap back. I’m gonna breed Mike’s hole. He owes me for the tip.” “Of course.” They swapped again. The nerd lined up his cock and slid easily into my open hole. My arms had started to cramp, and my back ached a little but his cock made all of that go away. I was about to be filled with another load. It was all I wanted. “Fuck Mike I’m going to breed you,” the delivery guy said, a few moments after returning to Mike’s hole. “Yeah! Give me your load. Take your tip man,” Mike encouraged. “Im going to fucking fill you up.” “Add your load to my cummy hole.” “Fucking cumdump.” “Breed me.” “Fu…” the delivery guy shuddered as he came, slamming in and out of Mike hard with each pulse of his cock. Mike’s body was rocked with each powerful thrust. It seemed to take a long time for him to stop cumming but Mike of course didn’t mind. Seeing Mike get bred seemed to tip the nerd over the edge. I felt the first pulse and clamped down hard on his cock. He let out a roar, pushed hard into my hole. So hard that he suddenly bust past my second hole making a deep low bellow explode out of me. He held still, his cock as deep as it could possibly go as he unloaded. “Thank you,” I panted, “thank you for your load.” Both men recovered slowly and pulled out of us. We each turned to our tops and cleaned their cocks off for them. Then they got dressed. “If either of you ever need a hole again,” Mike started. “You know where to find us,” I finished.

One possible cause for palm rashes is secondary syphilis. Being on PrEP, it shouldn't ever get to secondary - but if you're not getting tested for it regularly, now would be a great time to get that checked.

I love having sex with married guys. They are often more passionate, less complicated and very appreciative.

Chapter 28 With all the movements it was making Horse close to shooting. He had his hands on the Pig’s hips and was trying to work his cock into different areas of the Pig’s body. He wanted to make sure the Pig remember this for months. He wanted to make sure every time he shit he would remember the stuffed pain he felt now With the monster cock up his ass he could never remember feeling this full inside. It was as if someone else was now existing inside him. The monster inside him felt like it was growing, getting harder. He cold feel his overly stretched hole being opened even more. He didn’t dare move fearing permanent damage but the drugs nide him once again were in control and demanding more. He tried to wiggle on the intruder and that stared putting Horse over the edge. At the same time the guy behind him reached around and pinched his nipples. This once again sent electric shock through his body which made his ruined rectum try to clinch on Horse’s cock. Horse moaned and said “ Here it cums Pig, your gift from me”. The Pig didn’t quite understand what all he meant. The guy behind the Pig said “ I’m going to squeeze his loaded nut sack so you get every drop of infected cum in your worthless guts pig “. The Pig felt the throbbing deep inside him, something he will remember forever, at the same time he realized whet Horse meant by the work ‘ Gift’. He felt a warmth filling him deep inside him, it felt like it was near his stomach. It was spreading around and it felt great. The Pig said “ Oh, that really feels good “. He was so far out of it, his words were mumbled and sometimes not understandable. He leaned forward on Horse to rest for a minute and Horse said “ Guess you’re getting what you wanted coming on Bug night “. He didn’t understand what he meant but he felt the monster snake inside him moving around. It was getting softer and shrinking some but he knew it would not fall out like other cocks do after shooting their loads. Horse said “ I am trying to give you some chem piss but I gave it all to that other guy earlier, and it was very loaded “. The Pig felt a new warmth inside him and Horse said “ Well, I guess I had a little to give you “. The guy behind him helped him back up and off the cock in is ass. It felt really weird sliding out of him. Some cum and blood dripped down his legs. The guy looked at the mess and said “ You’re ripe and ready for all this “. The other guy that was helping said “ Now it’s our turn”. The Pig wasn’t sure what they meant but he figured he could handle anything now. Horse got up and walked over to another guy and demanded him to clean the mess off his cock. The guy complied and stared licking and cleaning his cock that was coated with cum, piss and the Pig’s deep ass juices. The guy with the eight-inch cock told the pig to climb on. The pig thought this was going to be easy to get in after what he just had a monster in him. His legs were still Shakey but he managed to get on the guy. He recognized him from the showers and his partner came around and pushed his 7+ inch cock in the Pig’s mouth. Without being instructed he started to lick and suck. This guy wasn’t satisfied with just getting the head n he wanted more. He was intent on skull fucking the Pig. He was forcing more of his cock in the Pig’s throat. He was resisting some but he really didn’t have much of a choice. The guy below him was doing what he could to move inside the Pig’s ass. The guy in his mouth had finally gotten most of his cock down the throat of the Pig and said “ You want some more coke piss Pig ” ? The only sound the Pig could make was a muffled gage when the guy started pissing down his throat. He didn’t get much but the taste was bitter and really nasty tasting. The guy below him stared pumping his load deep as he could into the Pig’s ass which by now was full of multiple bugs and chems. The guy pushed the pig off and then his partner got behind the Pig and began to rape fuck him. He wanted to cum, but more than that he wanted to hurt the Pig’s ass. He was one of the most sadistic guys that walked the earth and wanted to inflict as much pain and degradation as he could.

I was 14 and it was with my best friend's dad. He was late 30s. He made me kneel in front of him. He unbuttoned his jeans and took his cock out. It was the first time I'd seen an erect penis. It looked massive to me. He rubbed it on my face and told me to lick his shaft. He was moaning and told me to open my mouth wide. He put his cock in my mouth and told me to close my lips round his cock and press my tongue on his shaft. He held my head and fucked my mouth - not so deep that I was choking. He was grunting and he gripped my head tightly and I felt his cock throbbed he shot his load into my mouth. I choked a bit but he held my head in place until he'd emptied his balls. I swallowed as much as I could but most of his cum ran down my chin when he took his cock out my mouth