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Part 4 We didn’t text everyday of course, we were living so far apart, we had our own lives, and we would just check in on each other from time to time, with occasional sexting and exchange of pictures and videos of our hookups. In the next few months following that last conversation with him, the words “poz loads” stuck in my head. I kept turning those in my mind, trying to understand why it had so much effect on me. I was thinking about it more and more when jerking off while watching porn and sniffing poppers. I had never really cared about guys’ status but I caught myself paying more attention to that detail on their BBRT profile. I still did not dare oinking the poz guys. I was probably too afraid. Finally, one Saturday evening, I was getting ready to hit the local bathhouse when I receive a message from my guy from the West Coast. I was still not fully dressed to go out and was just in my jockstrap and socks. -“Hey pig, what’s up tonight?” - “Getting ready to go to the bathhouse, what about you?” - “Just looking at those last pics you sent me, getting all horny” - “Oh yeah?” - “Yeah, thinking about all the dirty things I’d do to you…” I wasn’t in a rush, after all it was only 10pm, still plenty of time. -“What are you thinking?” - “Just how much I want to make you mine” while sending me a live pic of his perfect hard dick. I felt intrigued and excited and started playing with my dick without even really noticing. -“What do you mean by making me yours?” I asked, starting to feel where this was going. -“Just marking you. You’re lying on the bed, on your back. I’m on top of you, the tip of cock just rubbing on your wet hole. I’m pushing gently, the tip my dick covered in precum enters slowly. I’m asking you if you’re sure.” -“Sure of what Sir?” -“If you’re sure you want my unmedicated poz dick inside…”

Part 8 I was looking forward to my trip to Berlin. I had been there once before and had enjoyed a really horny time and, although I would be with a bunch of straight guys on this trip, I had every intention of finding some time to myself to go and explore the raunchy side of Berlin. I was also looking forward to having a break. The business was doing well and I was confident in leaving it in the hands of my assistant, Jonny, for a few days. Jonny was extremely efficient, competent and, unlike me, superbly well organised. The night before I left for Berlin I was having dinner with Jonny and his partner, Kieran. Before that, I had arranged to check in with one of our contractors who was redecorating a flat we manage which was vacant and due to be re-let. Ryan was an excellent contractor and always did a great job. I had known Ryan slightly at school, although he was a few years older than me. Ryan had a difficult start in life and, shortly after he left school, he got into a bit of trouble and ended up being sent to a Young Offenders Institution. At this point, he was eighteen and had already fathered a child with an ex-partner and his current girlfriend was also expecting a baby. Ryan spent three years there and when he came out at the age of 21, he managed to get an apprenticeship as a painter and decorator and had never looked back. He was now married to his girlfriend and running his own business with his step-brother, Derek, who was a few years younger. It was when he was in the Young Offenders Institution that Ryan discovered how much he loved taking it up the arse and, as far as I could make out, he had been doing it regularly ever since. I was always happy to give Ryan what he needed and had been fucking him regularly for some time now. Ryan never asked me my status and I got the impression he didn't really care. Although he was happily married, he was also on Grindr and was regularly letting random guys fuck him up the arse, only using condoms if the other guy insisted on it. I was feeling horny that day and Ryan had indicated that he was up for a good hard fuck and would be on his own in the flat as Derek was finishing another job. My cock was already hard in my pants as I drove there and, soon after I arrived, my pants were down and my cock was in Ryan's mouth. Ryan sucked me for a while and then stood up. He pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over by the window. Ryan loves being fucked looking out of the window with people passing by who can see him, but have no idea he's being fucked from behind. I had fucked him in this position in a number of different locations and, like Ryan, always found it a real turn on. Ryan's hole always felt incredibly tight, although he was no stranger to being fucked, and I always enjoyed fucking him. The fact that he was going home to his wife and family with my load up his arse was always an added turn on and I didn't feel guilty as I knew he was regularly taking it bareback up the arse with no questions asked. One weekend Ryan's wife and child were away and Ryan and I went out for a few drinks. We both drank far too much and ended up at naked night at the Vault, kneeling side by side on the leather benches in the room with the barrels, taking on anyone who wanted to fuck us. Let's just say not many condoms were used that night, and Ryan told me later that it was just as well his wife was away as he had to change all the bedding the next morning as so much cum had leaked out his arse during the night. Ryan was wanking as I fucked him and I could tell he, like me, was getting close. I felt him starting to cum as I thrust up him a few more times and then fired a big load of cum deep into his arse. I pulled out Ryan's arse and some of my cum slid out his hole and down his balls. "What the FUCK??!!" We were no longer alone - Derek, Ryan's stepbrother, was standing just inside the door, a look of total disbelief on his face. I knew that Derek really looked up to Ryan and also had no idea he liked to do it with guys, so I guessed it was probably something of a shock for Derek to find Ryan with his pants down and cum sliding out his arse. "Derek," Ryan had stood up now. "Mate, I can explain..." But Derek cut him off. "I can't deal with this!" he said, as he turned round abruptly and left the room. A few seconds later we heard the front door of the flat bang and, as I looked out the window, I saw Derek getting in to his van and driving off. "Are you ok?" I asked Ryan. He shrugged. "Don't worry, " he said "I'll sort it." I told him to let me know if there was anything I could do and left to get ready to go to Jonny's. As I drove there a little later, I thought back to the scene in the flat. Neither of us had heard Derek coming in to the flat, but I did remember hearing what I thought as a door closing some time earlier. I had also noticed what looked like a fairly sizeable hard-on at the front of Derek's jeans and I couldn't help wondering if he had been watching us for longer than he had let on. I enjoyed my evening with Jonny and Kieran. They are both good company and genuinely seem, not only to love each other, but to love being with each other. It's actually really nice to spend time with them. In addition, Jonny cooks the way he does everything else - extremely well - so I left feeling very well fed as well as very relaxed. The following day I travelled to Heathrow Airport to meet Neil, Lewis and the other guys who were going on Lewis's stag weekend. We had arranged to meet in one of the bars before going through and I arrived in good time to have a drink. Four of the guys were already there - Lewis, the groom, was blond and stocky and had been friends with Neil since they were at school. I didn't know the other three, and Lewis introduced them as James, Callum and Jamie. James and Jamie played rugby in the same club as Lewis and Neil and Callum was the younger brother of the girl Lewis was marrying. They were all quite fit looking guys, mostly in their late 20s and early 30s and were sitting on high stools at a bar table and as I went to order a drink I had a good view of their arses. James was ginger and quite chubby and I could see the top of his pants and his arse crack as he leaned forward on the table. Just then Callum leant forward too and I saw the top of his pants and his arse crack, which looked quite hairy. When I came back with my drink, Neil had arrived and so had Lewis's cousin, Robert. Robert was a tall, thin guy with tattoos on both arms and looked to be the youngest of the party. I went and got drinks for Neil and Robert and re-joined the others. We were now just waiting for one guy, Jamal, who apparently was always last to arrive. Apart from Neil and Lewis, I didn't really know any of the other guys but in the course of the conversation I learned that Jamie was single, Jamal, Callum, Robert and James lived with their girlfriends and James and Robert both had two young kids. The airport was very crowded and pretty noisy and when we got through there was a long queue for the security check. Just in front of us were two guys who were obviously a couple, one dark haired and one ginger. The dark haired guy was being really short with the ginger guy and it seemed like, as far as his partner was concerned, the poor ginger guy couldn't do anything right that day. At one point when his partner wasn't looking, I grinned at the ginger guy and he grinned back. A little later I noticed he was discreetly checking me out. I was already feeling quite horny and knowing that this fit ginger lad was checking me out turned me on. I turned round a little so that the ginger guy could see that my cock was beginning to get hard in my trousers. I saw him looking and I could tell he liked what he saw, but just then his partner said something to him and he looked away again. A little later we were all on the plane and as I fastened my seat belt, I noticed the ginger guy and his partner getting on the plane. They stopped a few rows in front of us and, as the ginger guy stretched up to put his hand luggage in the overhead locker, his polo shirt rode up and I could see the top of his black Calvin Klein pants. I was sitting in the middle seat of our row, with Neil in the window seat and Callum on my other side. Callum seemed to be a really nice guy and I enjoyed his company. Neil was also in good form and looking forward to a break. His wife was now expecting their second child and I knew from experience that Neil would be extra horny as he did not get much at home when his wife was pregnant. He had told me in the bar that he was horny and was going to give me one as soon as we got to the hotel. I hadn't been fucked for a while and was really looking forward to a getting Neil's big hairy cock up my arse again. After a while, Neil took off his sweatshirt and put it across his knees. Callum had dropped off to sleep and no one else could see us, so I moved my hand under Neil's sweatshirt and began to rub his cock through his trousers. I could feel his cock getting hard as he sighed and closed his eyes. I began to rub his cock and he moaned softly. He was fully hard now and I started gently wanking him through his trousers. After a while he put his hand over mine to stop me and told me he was getting too close and didn't want to cum in his pants. We arrived in Berlin and went to collect our luggage from the baggage reclaim. I needed to piss so went to the nearest toilet. There was only one guy in there - the ginger guy from the airport. I moved to the urinal next to him, unzipped my trousers and got my cock out and before long I was pissing like a racehorse. The ginger guy had finished pissing by now and playing with his cock as he watched me piss. When I had finished I took my cock in my hand and soon I was hard. The ginger guy was looking at my cock and I knew that, even though his boyfriend was just outside, he wanted nothing more than to lean forward and wrap his lips round my cock. He reached out as if to take hold of my cock but just then a couple of other people came in to the toilet and we both zipped up and went back to the baggage hall. A little later, we were all checked in to our hotel and on our way up to our rooms. We had arranged to meet in the hotel bar an hour or so later once we had a chance to freshen up. Neil's room was next to mine and Lewis had the one on the other side of him and the three of us went up together. As soon as Lewis had entered his room, Neil turned back and came towards me and seconds later we were both in my room. As soon as the door closed, Neil pushed me down and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to his knees along with his pants. His cock was fully hard as I took him in my mouth and began to suck him. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled out my mouth "Lick my arse!" he moaned as he turned around and bent forward. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his sweaty arsehole. He moaned and I could feel him wanking as I pushed my tongue right up him and licked him out. A short time later, Neil had pulled my trousers and pants down and pushed me forward over the bed. He pulled my cheeks apart, spat on my arsehole a couple of times and pushed his cock into me. "Oh yeah......oh fuck yeah....." he moaned as he began to fuck me. I sensed that Neil just wanted to get off and he fucked me hard and fast. It was one of the hardest fucks he had ever given me and before long I could sense he was close to cumming. "Oh fuck........fuck......FUCK!" he moaned as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there, pumping his cum deep into my arse. Neil pulled his cock out of my arse and mopped his brow with his T shirt. "Oh fuck," he panted. " I needed that, I really fucking needed that!" When we had both pulled our pants up, I asked Neil to tell me more about that night's "Challenge". There had been a lot of talking and laughing earlier about the Challenge and I gathered it was some kind of rugby club ritual for the lads when they were away from home. When I had asked Neil about it earlier he had just grinned and said "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it!" He now told me it was basically a wanking competition and a challenge to see who had the biggest cock. He saw the look on my face. "I told you you'd enjoy it!" he said with a grin. We all met for a drink in the bar and then went out for a meal and more drinks. By the time we got back we had all had quite a few drinks and it was time for the challenge. Lewis was hosting the challenge and we all got another drink and piled into his room. Amid much cheering and laughing, Lewis unpacked what looked like a black sheet and spread it on the bed and I saw that it had numbered lanes painted in white on it. I really wasn't sure what to expect but Lewis explained the rules for anyone who had not taken part before - which I gathered was me, Robert and Callum. The first part of the competition was to see who had the biggest cock, then who had the hairiest arse (Neil hadn't mentioned that one!) and then a wanking competition to see who could shoot the most and the furthest. We were all positioned opposite each other, with four of us on each side of the bed, and the idea was that we would wank our cum into our lanes. My cock was already hard as Lewis announced "Right lads, come on, pants down!" It was very horny as I watched all these straight guys pulling their trousers and pants down and starting to play with their cocks. Some of the lads pulled their pants right down and others, like Callum and Robert, just pulled them down to their knees. I was standing between Neil and Jamal, who had arrived at the airport just before we went through into security and was a very fit looking black guy, and opposite Callum, James, Jamie and Lewis Most of the guys got hard quite quickly and after we had all played with ourselves for a while, Lewis announced it was time to see who had the biggest cock. My cock was really hard now and the combination of the drink I had inside me, the scene in front of me and the smell of sweat, alcohol and aftershave in the room seemed to make me even hornier. Lewis produced a measuring tape and measured our cocks one by one. I acquitted myself pretty well and was beaten only by Jamal, whose long, thick cock was just an inch longer than mine. Neil was third, and Robert fourth. I enjoyed the hairiest arse competition very much. One by one, we had to go to the top of the bed, bend over and expose our arses. I knew I had no chance in this part of the competition as my arse is pretty smooth (although my hole is a bit hairy). It was really horny to see all these straight guys bending over and showing their arses. Most were quite smooth - but Neil, Callum and James were all quite hairy. Everyone agreed that Neil's arse was the hairiest and Lewis high-fived him as he was announced the winner. Pretty much everyone was still hard and soon the wanking competition was under way - the evening just kept getting hornier as everyone began to wank. I noticed that Callum and James were both left handed and at one point, I could feel Jamal standing close to me as he wanked and I found it really hard not to shoot my load - I had not cum when Neil fucked me earlier and I knew I was really close to shooting one of the biggest loads of my life. In the event it was James who shot his load first, closely followed by Robert and then Callum and Jamie. Lewis was the next to cum and Neil followed closely behind. Watching the two of them squirting their cum pushed me over the edge and I shot my load out on to the sheet in front of me. I was pretty confident I had shot one of the biggest loads, if not the biggest. Last to cum was Jamal and watching him cum was something I won't forget any time soon. His cock seemed to grow even bigger and he shot the most massive load - it seemed like he was never going to stop cumming. In the end, he was judged the winner and I came second. The smell of cum now mixed with the sweat, alcohol and aftershave and it was all making me so horny I could easily have cum a second time. We were all pretty drunk by now and after a while the party broke up and we all made our way back to our own rooms. Just as I was getting ready to fall into bed, there was a gentle tap on my door and when I opened it, Neil came quietly into the room and we got into bed together. I was woken up about 3am - Neil was gently shaking me. "Lee," he whispered, "Lee, mate.....I'm horny....I'm so fucking horny!" Neil took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was rock hard. I moved down and took his cock into my mouth. We had both been too tired (and too drunk) to shower after the Challenge and had just tumbled into bed. Neil's cock was musky and tasted of piss and cum - I loved it! I sucked him for a while and then he pushed me onto my back, pulled my legs apart and pushed his cock right up my cunt. He leaned forwards and soon we were kissing each other hard as he fucked me. I reached round and my finger found his arsehole. I began to push my finger against his sweaty hole and soon it was up him. "Oh fuck...." he moaned "That's so good......so fucking good!" He was fucking me harder now, and I could tell he was getting close again. I started pushing my finger right up him and he moaned "Oh fuck.....keep doing that.....keep fucking doing that!" I wet a second finger and pushed into his hole. He moaned and began to fuck even harder. His lips found mine again and we kissed as I fingered his hole and just a few minutes later he shot another load into me. When he had finished cumming, he pulled out and we both rolled over and went to sleep. I went down to breakfast quite late the following day. Neil had kissed me and gone back to his own room about 6am and I had rolled over and gone back to sleep. It was just on 10am when I got down to the breakfast room and it was nearly empty. James and Robert were just finishing their breakfast and I joined them. I really enjoyed the breakfast. I'm not a big fan of cooked breakfasts and much prefer a continental one. I chatted to the others as I tucked in and when they had finished and left, I got myself another coffee and some fruit salad with yoghurt. The breakfast room was almost empty now and a fit young blond lad was clearing the tables. I couldn't help noticing his slim arse as he bent over to wipe a table nearby. I think he sensed me checking him out and soon we were discreetly cruising each other. I spread my legs a little so that he could see my cock, which was now semi hard and I could see that he was interested and guessed he might be up for it. He bent over the table opposite mine and looked over this shoulder with a grin. There was no one else about now and he indicated for me to follow him. I waited a moment and then got up and followed him at a discreet distance. He led me past reception and down a corridor and then unlocked a door. I followed him in and found we were in some kind of storage room. He turned round and smiled at me. "Hi," he said "I'm Leo." "I know," I said, pointing at his name badge. He smiled. "I'm Lee." I said as he pulled me towards him and we kissed. He didn't waste any time in getting my cock out and soon he was down sucking me enthusiastically. I thought he was probably just going to suck me off but just as I was beginning to get close, he stood up and turned around. He pulled his pants down and bent forward, reaching back to pull my cock towards him. I went up him easily and soon I was fucking him - happily he hadn't mentioned condoms and seemed quite happy to take me bareback. I was very close and I pushed him forward and began to fuck him harder and before long I was ready. There is nothing in life I enjoy as much as squirting my dirty load up a fit young lad's arse and I enjoyed every minute of breeding him. He smiled at me as he pulled up his pants. "Thank you!" he said His English was really good and he asked me how long we were staying and I told him. He then asked if I would like to fuck him again and of course I said yes. He asked if any of the other lads in the party would be up for fucking him and I said I didn't think so. "Shame," he said "That would be cool" A little later, I told Neil I had fucked the blond lad and that he had asked if anyone else would like to fuck him. "Did he really ask that?" said Neil "Yes," I said, and added "Would you be up for fucking him with me?" "Did you fuck him without a condom?" asked Neil. I nodded. Neil was silent for a moment and then he said. "Yeah, I'd be up for that." This trip was getting even more interesting.

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.

After too long of a break from sex I felt the inner whore in me clawing to get out when driving home. Stopped at a sleazy looking adult arcade. Paid my dollar and started wandering the halls trying to find a gloryhole to smash my cunt up against and take a raw load from a stranger. Instead a dude turned me around against the wall out in the open and plunged his wet raw cock into my hole. Me begging for his load the whole time. Wish I could have stayed longer and taken more. Helped reaffirm after 2 years with no dick in my hole that I still got it.

I was in an outdoor cruising spot and already got fucked by 3 guys there and 5 other men in various apartments beforehand so my hole was literally dripping cum down my legs past my shorts. a guy came up to me rubbing his cock and said “hey girl I watched you get fucked by that old man in the bushes, how much did you charge him?” I said “I didnt charge him anything. I let him fuck me RAW for free” he said “good I was hoping you’d say that.you let anyone fuck you?” I said “yep, ANYONE” he said “good. get on your knees and suck my cock slut” so I did and he said “take off your shirt” so I took it off and handed it to him and kept sucking. he said “take off your shorts faggot”so I handed him my shorts and he threw my clothes like 10 feet away and said “you dont need these slut, suck my cock. so I kept sucking it. nice thick 7 inches. he fingered my ass and asked “how many loads you got in here faggot?” I said “since this morning, 9 loads from 8 men. I also swallowed another 3 loads today “ he said “I knew you were a slutty little faggot but I didn’t realize what a fucking whore you are. your pussy feels like a swamp full of cum. next thing I knew he had me naked (he took off my shoes and socks) on my hands and knees outdoors while he was fucking me up the ass with a large cob of corn while I sucked his cock with 2 older daddies watching and jerking off. one of the old guys came on my back and he scooped the cum off with the corn cob and fucked it into me and said “I got another load for your pussy” he also told me “I bought this cob of corn on the way here cause I knew some gross faggot like you would let me shove it up its ass as long as I let it suck my cock. as soon as I saw you take that old mans load I knew you would love it. I would love to see how many thing I could shove up your faggot ass. he actually never fucked me himself but he did cum straight down my throat. then he said “keep fucking your hole with this while I piss on you” then pissed all over me. I did take a quick pump n dump load from a younger daddy but it was a simple 2 minute fuck up against a tree. probably hotter for him as I was a skinny sexy naked faggot soaked in piss outdoors lol. I just loved knowing that he went out of his way to pick up a cob of corn to bring to an outdoor cruising spot cause he knew some slut would be willing to take it up the ass there.

To me, there is no such thing as too many loads. I want to hear the sloppiness and feel it all over my dick and balls. Knowing that you've collected that much random sperm keeps my dick rock hard

Yesterday afternoon I was browsing on Grindr when a 32 year old guy DMed me and asked if I was looking, and naturally I said yes, as long as it was bareback. It only took him 15 minutes to get off the Interstate and find my place. I barely had a chance to close the door when he was fondling my cock and balls and making me hard. In no time we were naked on the bed and he was sucking my cock to make me even harder. When I knew I was getting close I told him to turn around so I could slide my cock into his ass. I fucked him for about 15 minutes before I blasted my cum inside his ass.

Part 3 He lived on the West Coast, literally on the other side of the continent from me. Definitely my type from his description, athletic white guy without being overly buff, about 5’10 and a nice thick dick though not excessively long. Just perfect. I - 5’8, athletic, tight ass - was apparently his type too. Our kinks were very in tune, him a dominant verbal top, me as a sub bottom pig. Too bad a literal continent was separating us. We kept chatting however, exchanging numbers and keeping in touch. His profile mentioned he was undetectable. I didn’t pay too much attention to it at the time, until a few months later, he started to ask me questions over text messages about me taking any load from any one. Again, I was not actively chasing, just getting off on taking risk. He kept pushing his questions until he told me “if we met, how would you feel if I dropped my meds?” I wasn’t sure how to respond. I most likely had taken poz loads before of course, but had never really thought about proactively going after it. It threw me off a bit and said I didn’t know. I felt a bit of excitement though just thinking about it. He just told me to “forget about it… for now”, and we just called it a night.

I had been fucking with my buddy for a couple of years when all of a sudden one day he said "Hold on, Close your eyes". The next thing I knew I was getting the most amazing blowjob ever! I knew it was just the 2 of us playing but for a moment I opened my eyes thinking there was a 3rd person there. Not so it was just the 2 of us and I was getting a wonderful blowjob. He had always been good at it but this was way beyond good. This was fucking fantastic good!! When I opened my eyes and looked at him staring at me with a shit eating grin I saw why it was so good. His teeth were gone! I had never known he had false teeth so while I was gawking at him he started laughing and I started laughing and then he started blowing me again. From that day on I always referred to him as my "Toothless Heaven"

When you first meet someone in an anon scene (sex club, cruising area etc), I always put my hand on their ass (not on their cock) so that they know what I am interested in. If the guy turns around then that’s a good sign he likes his ass being “treated” … but if I then put my hand down his pants and feel a freshly fucked hole that is wet with cum, then I know that he’s a bareback bottom that wants more cum inside. Nothing turns me on more than discovering a wet sloppy hole as I know I’m going to be in for a good time. And I don’t care if it is sloppy of tight: the feel of wet cum screams “FUCK ME BAREBACK AND CUM INSIDE” - which of course is exactly what I intend to do.

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.

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.

I follow this guy on Twitter. He has an OF.

Monday I drove over 300 miles each way to Cumunion Steamworks Chicago. I had a fuckin BBall. Couldn't count how many mens fucked it, or how many loads it took. One hot man, Adam, told he couldn't fuck it because it reeked of cum. There was a puddle of jizz on the floor underneath the fuck bench where it was restrained. a pig finally licked it up. So worth the over $220 the 4 hours cost me. it may do that again. thanks for reading this.

been shaving ever since I started growing hair

I’m certain it’s been covered or discussed in among other threads but I’m curious how many here have taken over a few hundred loads raw and have avoided the majority of STDs and of course HIV. I am close to 300 loads and so far neg and never an STI. certainly it’s Russian roulette with the odds stacked against us.

So are you bi or gay? She might well be looking for security now that she has a kid, or else a father figure for him/her. Or you've misread her and she was into you all along. Who knows? Let her down gently/start distancing yourself now.

This suggests a misunderstanding of the site’s primary purpose. Breedingzone is a discussion forum, not a chat room. It’s not engineered to facilitate people going off into private conversations, because if everyone did that there wouldn’t be robust public discussion and sharing of ideas. I seldom ever send people messages because I say what I need to say on the boards.

in Palm Springs last weekend....a hung guy from sniffies came over and when he whipped out his cock it was massive, uncut and thick. I quickly got on the bed, bent over, and inhaled a lot of poppers. He bred me slow to open me up and then pumped deep and exploded in me. I could feel his cock throbbing....was so good. He came back later in the day for more! love satisfying a nice cock.

I fucked a guy in my marital bed just yesterday. Got chatting on Grindr and decided to hook up. Barely had the front door closed before he started fondling my cock and making it grow. Once I dropped my shorts he started sucking my dick right away, until I told him to stop so I could fuck him. About 40 minutes later I filled his cunt and as much as I wanted to stay inside him I had to check the clock to make sure my wife wasn't on her way home already.

That is hot! Paradoxically, you're helping the new dad to be a better husband and father by letting him relax and have fun. Already stressed after nine months of pregnancy, the wife suddenly has to adjust to the responsibilities of motherhood. She may have postpartum depression, on top of everything. She can't offer much sexual release to the husband. For his part, he's adjusting to the responsibilities of fatherhood (even if, unfortunately, men still do less of the hands-on parenting work). He too wakes up when baby cries in the middle of the night. He might be worried about providing for his growing family. Just in case you, or other people who might read this, weren't aware, the "Guest" prefix, and a name that doesn't link to a profile, indicate an account that no longer exists. I read CuriousDallas' comment a little differently. When he says "Part of me still does want that", I think he's alluding to the social advantages of heterosexual and traditional marriage. It's well known that married men are paid more than single men in the same job, are more likely to be promoted, and are perceived as being more responsible. To pick one example, virtually no bachelors are elected to high political office. The picture of the smiling wife, the two kids with braces, and the family dog is an essential part of a man's campaign brochure. CuriousDallas sees firsthand what an outwardly perfect marriage costs the husband. (He doesn't consider that the wife might not be happy, either. At least she enjoys picking out the "carefully curated decor".) When he's truly happy, a straight-identified man in a traditional marriage doesn't fuck other women, fuck men, get fucked by men, and worst of all, do it on his marital bed. I think you're saying it would be better for CuriousDallas to find single, openly gay men, presumably bottoms, and date them. I agree, but I also don't think he's doing anything wrong by fucking straight-identified married men. He's offering them momentary release from "the pressure of family, society, and church." Then, they are ready to go back to being cooperative husbands, fathers, and workers. I'd say CuriosDallas is (was?) ambivalent, not jealous. I'm sorry, and I agree that this is a boner-killer. Refer back to @evilalex, who apparently goes in and gets it done, fucking new dads without worrying about pros and cons of hetero marriage. That's inspiring!

Ok, well I’m not going to make a lot of friends on this, but oh well. My intent just to help others and bring some context from my perspective. I’m going to speak in generalizations (I.e. my experience an the experiences of those around me plus my opinions). 1. Too often with interracial sex, white guys look at is as just that: sex. Too many black men are in an eternal quest for sexual and social proximity to ANY white man, they look at interracial sex as validation. I have seen several black men sign away houses, purchase cars, change insurance, and squander away resources in hopes of ingratiating themselves with some white guy who could clearly give a damn about them. 2. Alot of gay black men have a deep vitriol for other blacks. They hold on to a few names guys called them in high school or a few hypocritical family members, and will use this to justify “I only like white men.” The mere presence of other black men makes them unhappy, especially in a sexual environment But they will completely ignore the racism of the white gays. 3. When white men say they want a “diverse experience” they often refer to religion, custom, socially, or some other group (which aspires to be white). When many black people say “diverse experience ” many mean non-black experience. I have not heard a white guy yet say they ever wanted a “non-white” experience, unless it wad strictly in the bedroom. 4. A lot of older/middle aged black men where raised on some Queer Eye shit and they aspire to be the only “black friend.” And they can be extremely cut throat of another black guy starts hanging around the circle, especially younger. 5. A lot of these older black men are broke as hell and mad. They’re not going to tell you the real because they are ashamed they wasted their lives and resources on some Megan Markle fantasy. They are still hoping for that rich white jock to come play captain save a hoe, and introduce them to their hoards of hot gym Buddy friends so they can live a life filled with orgies where they are the only black guy. 7. I’ve fucked plenty of white guys. I also been BS’d a lot too. No bitterness here. My overall point is if your a younger black guy, be level headed and enjoy interracial sex for what it is: sex. If it becomes more than that, cool. But let it flow naturally. But don’t be so desperate for a white you end up getting hurt or even worse, broke. Read these posts, learn, Keep your expectations realistic.

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.

As a bottom feeling the cock enter me is sensational. Fast or slow. Being used for someone else's pleasure is great. Being pounded or a slow fuck is hevan. When the top is about to cum I love the state of desperation they are in building up to ejaculate in me. And feeling hot cum inside me.

I had been playing with my cock for about an hour. You know, edging. I kept watching the precum ooze out of the tip of my cock and thought, “I need to get laid, bad.” I was hanging out on Manhunt, but it didn’t look like a promising night. It was a Tuesday; not much of a fuck night. I was about to give up and jack-off to a hot blog story, when my mail icon started flashing. “Like your look, man.” I opened his profile; Brazilian, 180, 6’2, 26, good shape, “love it wild”. But the guy didn’t have any pics. Damn. I wasn’t going to risk it tonight so I blew him off and told him I needed to see his pics before I connected. Thread: BrazilianJock: What are you into, stud? Looking for? Joshua4U: Hot times and not looking for anything in particular. U? BrazilianJock: Total top, man, love getting into some hot ass. Joshua4U: Don’t usually connect without a photo. BrazilianJock: You won’t be disappointed, man. You are exactly what I need. He invited me over. I caved. We agreed to meet at a parking lot and if all was cool, I’d go to his apartment close by. I was expecting it to be a bust, but I was intrigued. If I didn’t throw a bone when I saw him, I’d just excuse myself and leave. No harm, no foul. I showered and put on my favorite cock ring and jock strap and wore ripped up slut-jeans – just in case. I grabbed some lube and a beer. I arrived on time and sat in my car drinking my beer, waiting. Suddenly I realized I forgot to bring poppers, damn. Then I saw this chubby older guy walking over to my car and I thought, “Shit, I knew tonight was going to turn out like this.” Well I’ll just tell the guy that I am looking for something different. He walked up to my window and I started to lower it when he walked right past my car then kept walking. About the same time, a truck pulled up right next to me and a hot looking dark-featured guy rolled down the window. “Hey Josh, how’s it going?” I knew right then I was going to follow this guy home. “Name’s Rick. It’s American for Enrique.” Beautiful accent and beautiful boy. We got to his apartment, which was sparse and it appeared he might be staying with a friend. He said he was from South America, Brazil in fact and spoke with a silky beautiful Latin accent. This guy was reeking sexual energy. He walked like a confident hunter ready to claim his prey. He was tall and dark and had close shaved dark hair. He had a great smile and tight, fit, lean body. He asked me if I wanted anything to drink and then walked me straight to the bedroom with two beers in hand. We lay down on his bed which was nothing more than a mattress on the floor and started making out. He was an animal when it came to kissing. The kind of kiss that told you the sex was going to be incredible. He had his tongue all the way in the back of my throat and was starting to twist and tweak my nips a little through my shirt. Then ran his hand under my shirt and grabbed a nipple and twisted it while he reached another depth in the back of my throat. My cock stiffened immediately in response. He got my shirt off and started licking from my mouth to my neck and onto my left tit. It felt incredible. He started to bite down a little and then a lot; and then a lot more. Almost to the point I couldn’t take it, but he sensed this and backed off. My fucking tit was on fire and I was so fucking turned on. I took his shirt off and he had a perfectly smooth olive skinned body with abs so well defined that I could actually feel the ripples across his stomach. I licked his armpit until it was soaking wet and then sucked on his tits. First his left and then I left a saliva trail to the one on the right. I was rubbing his abs all over and went lower until I reached the waist band of his shorts. I slipped my hand inside and felt his wiry pubes. They felt like they were clipped which is a big turn on for me. Going further, I could tell he was hard and felt the base of his cock. It was thick and hot. Trailing down further, I was starting to realize this guy has a big dick; a really big dick. I must have had a reaction to this because he looked at me and said, “I love to see a guy’s reaction when he finds out about my cock, it’s a huge turn on.” I didn’t know what to say. I was trying not to appear overly enthusiastic because I didn’t want to let on that I was a whore for big dick. “Man, you have a fantastic cock” was all I could think of. I pulled his shorts down and he spread his legs and got comfortable. I look down between his legs and saw he had a perfect treasure trail from his navel to his bush, but his thick hard cock trailed up past his navel. He was uncut with a fat head. The foreskin on his cock wrapped tightly around the middle of the head creating a perfect halo. He was thick; I couldn’t touch my first finger to my thumb when wrapped around it. His piss slit was leaking clear goo and I knew I was going to have a challenge with this cock and my heart raced thinking about it. I put my face to his bush and smelled his essence. Then I licked the side of his cock and over his tight bush, down between his balls and thigh and up again to his bush. I licked up his cock and covered the head with my mouth. I tongued his piss slit and worked as much goo out of his cock as I could get. He had taken the back of my head and laced his fingers through my hair and tightened his grip. Rick started pushing his crotch closer to my mouth and my head closer to his crotch. I held my breath and took his cock into my mouth about 1/3 of the way. I was using a lot of spit. I was squirming and starting to moan a little. I came up off his dick, dribbled a lot of saliva down his cock, and then started going down on him again; more and more and a little more, until his cock would not go any further. I signaled to him that I was going for it and “punched” that huge cock past the ring in my throat. His cock was now free to slide the rest of the way down. He took the back of my head and pressed me all the way to his bush. “Oh fuck, yeah! Swallow my cock. Eat that dick, man,” he moaned. God knows, I was trying. His bush, completely coated with my spit, was in my nose and face. I inhaled through my nose, slowly and started to pull back, but only a little. I fucked my throat back down. Up and down, and up and down; little throat fucks. I could actually feel the area where my tonsils were getting warmer from the fuck. Then I controlled a “swallow” and that took Rick to new heights. “Son of a bitch, what are you doing? How’d you do that? Oh fuck yeah.” He pulled me off his cock sooner that I wanted. I was ready to devour his dick. I could have nursed on him much, much longer. He laid me back and got on top of me and kissed me again. He said, “Now I’m gonna make you feel good.” He licked down across my chest and stomach and to my cock head and took it in. He sucked my cock for a few minutes then licked my balls. Then he took my legs and lifted them up in the air exposing my ass. I felt his tongue swipe across my hole and I thought, “Oh yeah, this fucker eats ass, perfect. Nice.” I moaned to encourage him and he started really eating. He wasn’t getting the angle he wanted so he flipped me over and spread my cheeks as far apart as he could and dove in. He whispered, “I want inside there, dude. Give me the fucking hole, man.” He proceeded to chew and gnaw and lick and tongue my hole like it’s never been eaten before. I was pushing back on his mouth trying to help him get even more in. “Push out, man, let’s do this right.” I concentrated and pushed my ass lips out and felt his teeth scrape across and then secure my entire ass ring in his bite. Once he had it in between his teeth, he started sucking my hole like a mad man. I could feel his saliva dribble down my balls and onto the bed. I reached between my legs and felt my cock is was soaked with spit and precum. I let go of my cock for fear of shooting too soon. Rick pulled his tongue out of my hole and got up and went into the kitchen and came back with a few more beers. Excellent, I thought, we are going to take our time. We sat next to each other catching our breath, sipping beer and feeling each other’s equipment. After about two minutes Rick was ready for the next round. I emptied the beer in two guzzles and kept the last swig in my mouth. I took his cock and slide it into my mouth and let the beer cool things down. He was standing and I was kneeling. I spit his cock out because I could never deep throat him from that angle. I popped both his balls into my mouth. They were medium sized and hairless. He spread his legs and I saw his brown hole winking at me. I just couldn’t wait and I licked further back and hit my target. Rick grabbed my hand and put it on his cock and fucked my fist and pushed his hole onto my mouth with each backwards thrust. He was in ecstasy. Moaning and fucking. After what seemed like only 10 minutes or so of eating that smooth hairless ass, Rick was ready for more. He lay back on the bed and held his cock which was visibly throbbing. “Get up here and put your pussy on my mouth.” I jumped up on the bed and squatted over his face. He grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them apart and pulled me down onto his opened mouth and proceeded to get my hole real wet. He started fingering me with one hand and jerking his big Latin cock with the other. His foreskin was snapping back and forth over his cock head making his dick juice bubble. He added a second finger and started working them in deep. At some point he handed me a new bottle of poppers and said, “Here, open these and take a little hit.” It was like Christmas morning seeing that bottle of poppers. I tore open a new bottle of Jungle Juice and took a small hit. Just as I started feeling that warm whorish, lustful feeling spread throughout my body, Rick inserted a third finger stretching me open. My inner slut came out and I arched my back and pushed down on his fingers. I felt them stretch me open really wide and then slide in all the way down to the palm of his hand. I exhaled and emitted a “growl” sound. I kept eyeing the rock-hard angry cock he was jacking. He started fucking his fingers in and out of me making me squirm onto them. “Sweet, man, you got a nice ass. Do you want to sit down on this fat Latin cock and take a little ride?” It was rhetorical. He pulled his fingers out and the cool air whooshed up my ass. I wanted it to feel warm again. I moved and stood between his hips. I stared at his cock and squatted into position. His cock head and foreskin was covered with precum. I grabbed his dick and stuck the head at my hole and rubbed it against my ass lips to grease it up. He was really juicing at this point. I was, too. Rick said, “Ohh yeah, sweet. Nice, man, rub that juice all over your hole.” With that I pushed my body weight onto his cock but nothing happened. I tried again. His head was pretty thick and my ass ring was holding back. I wanted this cock in me so bad that I tried again, and then it unexpectedly popped in. I gasped and held my breath until I realized that I got the head in. I was looking at Rick and he said, “That’s it baby. Here take a big hit.” And he put the poppers under my nose. I took a huge hit, inhaled, and slowly started sliding down on that huge cock. The feeling was incredible and I made my decent until I felt his bush. It was one slow but steady slide all the way down his pelvic bone. He took my hips and held me still. “Just rock back and forth, man.” I did just as he said. I moved up a little and back a few times. “Joshua, you’ve got my entire cock buried up your hole. You feel so fucking hot. The inside of your ass is on fire.” I squeezed his cock and started milking his dick with my ass. I was feeling so hot and softly moaning uncontrollably. After about five minutes of rocking back and forth Rick said, “Stud, lift your ass up and off my cock and stay there. I want to fuck up into you, ok?” So I lifted my ass off his cock stopping at his cock head. He grabbed my hips and started slowly working his cock in and then out of my ass. Then he picked up spend and then he started laying into me. He was really fucking my ass with a lot of force. The friction was awesome. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. When I was able to refocus, he had a wide grin on his face and pulled his cock out. With his sexy heavy Brazilian accent he said, “I love fucking that sexy hole man; what I like most is the look on your face when I bury my cock into your pussy. It’s fucking hot. I love fucking a bottom who knows how to take cock.” He flipped me over onto my back and pulled my ass off the edge of the bed. He then took some pillows and placed them under my shoulders and lower back. He lifted my legs up into the air and spread them wide. Rick looked around until he spotted the poppers, then signaled me to get them and said, “Your gonna need them, stud. Take a deep hit and hold them in.” I felt the heat of his cock head at my opening again and I inhaled a long deel hit and held it in. Rick said, “Exhale.” Then he sank his swollen stiff cock to the root. I let go of the poppers bottle and grabbed his tits and held on. I screamed, “Yeah, I feel all that cock up in me, fucker. Give me what you got, hard as you want, I can take it. Fuck my ass.” At this point, Rick was fucking down into me as I looked up at his cock being stuffed into my ass at every onslaught. He was pulling completely out and shoving it back in and grunting with each reentry. Twice I saw his cock come out and it had his precum and my ass juice trailing off the tip. We were getting into a nice juicy nasty fuck. My favorite way to get it; wet, slippery, nasty and raw. He was now grabbing his cock and aiming it at my hole with each new plunge. I was delirious and begging him to fuck me harder and faster. Suddenly he pulled out, jumped up onto the bed and was feeding his cock to me down my throat. I sucked his cock and licked the juices off for several minutes. He told me he was getting close. I looked up at him and pleaded, “Rick, will you fuck me some more before you shoot?” He looked down and smiled and said, “Yeah man, but fair warning, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He got off the bed and lifted my legs back up again, but this time he pushed them back to the side of my head with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. He got on top, popped his cock in me in one thrust and stayed there buried balls deep. He opened the bottle of poppers and gave me some and then took a hit himself. He said, “Come one you hot motherfucker, let’s bring this one home.” I clamped down on his cock as he started busting my ass for all it was worth. We were screaming unintelligible filth to each other. I swear my spine started tingling and I had this most amazing sensation deep inside my core. I knew I was starting to have an involuntary anal orgasm. Rick started first. “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoot. Fuck you, man. Eat this!” With that, Rick pulled out and straddled my chest in lightning speed. I was barely able to tell what was happening because it was all so fast, but I was staring right at his enflamed cock head as it started shooting pelt after pelt of hot white jism directly onto my face. He was aiming for my mouth and I had it wide open. Rick said as he was shooting, “Oh yeah, man, that’s it. Take this load.” On the third or fourth volley he started hitting my tongue and mouth. I swallowed as much as I could catch and was open to receive more… and it came. This stud shot buckets of cum. Watching him shoot was so hot I couldn’t hold back any longer and I grabbed my own cock and started blowing my load. It was so fucking intense. All I could do was stare at Rick; not saying a word, not even breathing; but he knew I was unloading all over my stomach and his back. He looked down at me and said, “Josh, you look so fucking sexy with my load all over your face.” I had cum running down the side of my face, from my mouth, from my hair and all over my stomach and legs. I was in an aftershock state and just tried to control my breathing. Once I recovered, Rick threw me a towel and we showered together and made plans to meet again. That was the last time I underestimated Tuesday’s as a bad fuck night. It was the best. I get off on your comments.

Hey guys let me set the stage with this first chapter. ‐------------------------------------------------------' My first time was with a 65 year old fit silver fox. He was in the lobby of the hotel my folks and I were checking into for my cousin's wedding. It was as if his deep warm brown eyes could see right through me. His dimples and smile were intoxicating. I knew I had been cruised before; but, never this blatantly, and never with my folks at my side. We checked into our room and I couldn't get the image of this older sexy man out of my mind. I made an excuse to step out for some fresh air. Luckily he was still sitting alone when I got to the lobby. When I saw him smile in my direction I only hesitated a moment before making my way to the chair beside him. He wasted no time; "You are the sexiest young otter I've seen in a long time. Please come to my room and have a drink with me. " I grinned and responded; "Is it just a drink you are after?" "Oh that's definitely only a start. " I followed him into an elevator and was relieved to see we were going to a different floor than my parents room. He went directly to his bar fridge and asked if I wanted beer, wine or something stronger. I opted for stronger and two scotch on the rocks were prepared. He joined me on the couch, we each had our first sip and he leaned in to give me a sloppy passionate kiss. His tongue was in my mouth and I noticed the scotch delivered from his mouth was very enjoyable. We gulped large mouthfuls and sloshed them from mouth to mouth 'til he took both glasses placing them on the coffee table. Starting to unbutton my shirt he said; "Fuck kid, I'm already drunk on you. " "Yeah? Then fuck me daddy. " 'was that my outside voice ' rattled in my brain. We were naked in no time and his bearded jaw sucked in my erect seven inches. His right hand fingers went directly to my virgin hole. His left hand went to my mouth. Fingers soon slipped between my lips and were forced down my throat. They were quickly covered in saliva, removed and worked into my tight hole. 'Holy fuck this is moving fast. ' I thought. "Tight ass kid. How many cocks have been in there?" "None sir. " "Fuckin A ! You really a virgin?" "Yup. Never even sucked a cock. " "Wow! Well that can wait 'til I've popped your cherry. " "Holy fuck ... really?" By now he had me on my back, ankles at my shoulders; and, he was eating my virgin ass. My head was spinning from the scotch and unbelievable pleasure he was giving my hole. Soon he moved up my body and his thick naked cock was pushing against my hole. I swallowed a deep breath and he popped inside. I involuntarily pushed my ass further onto his thick eight inches before the reality of this situation sank in. I pulled off his hard on and begged; "Condom, please!: "You sure kid? Don't you want your first time to be special?" "Fuck man, this is special. Please. " He scurried to the bathroom and had the rubber out of it's plastic case on his return trip. I helped him sheath up his raging eight inches. He was soon back in my ass and even I could tell he wasn't as hard as he had been. "Fuckin condoms ... erection killers." I needed to make a quick decision. My ass was committed and not going to be satisfied with the direction this was going. I pushed him off me and ripped off the condom. Quickly moving I had his cock in my mouth, fowl condom taste and all. He quickly began to harden. "Nice boy. You're a natural. " I emptied my mouth and responded; "I need it in my ass again. Just promise you won't cum. " "I can't promise any such thing; but, I'll do my best." I moved to my back, feet in the air and his raw cock was inside me again. In no time he was balls deep and I was gasping for breath. Slowly he started moving in and out begging with his deep brown eyes; "You okay kid?" With a few more deep breaths the intense pain subsided and became more pleasurable than anything I had ever experienced. "Yes daddy, I'm fine. Fuckin fuck my hole man. You've picked my cherry!" With that he started to pick up speed and for the next ten minutes he pounded my ass silly. As his breath began to get ragged he grunted; "Almost got your virgin cherry ... ready for my load?" "NO! Don't cum ... not yet! Fuck me a little longer. I love your raw cock!" "Ooooh! Fuuuuuuccck ... too late ... breeding your ass boy! Fuuuuuuccck! Yeeaaahhh!" With each pulse shooting inside my no longer virgin ass I spewed glob after glob of my young cum between our bodies. With a few minutes to catch my breath I stammered; "Fuck daddy, why did you breed me?" "Couldn't help it kid. Besides you know you wanted the full meal deal. " "Fuck yeah, it felt so God damn good. But, NO! I asked you to promise. " "And I told you I couldn't. Planting my load was part of claiming your cherry kid. " "Fuck! Please tell me you are at least clean. " "Don't ever ask that again kid! So rude! I'm a don't ask and don't tell kind of guy. Hell, I'm probably poz with all the loads I've taken; but, I don't know and I don't care." "Fuck man! Fuck you! How dare you put me at such risk. " "I may have helped; but, you put yourself at risk kid." That's when I realized he was still inside me and starting to harden again. "Fuck you man! You want to breed me again don't you?" With an impish grin and his hand on my rock hard cock he responded; "Of course! and by all indications you want it to. " This fuck lasted an hour before he blasted his second unknown viral status load inside my gut walls. The next hole to be filled with raw cock and my youthful cum was his. It was 4 AM before I snuck back to my parents room. By then I had 5 of his suspect loads deep inside. Needless to say I was totally spent, exhausted and most of all, terrified!

Fuck yeah!

That was quite the satisfying chapter. Thanks man.

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.

And when it comes time to vote - I know a lot of people (especially on the left) think - “oh that candid is not pure enough” or -“ there is no real difference between the democrat and the republican candidate” and those arguments may well be very true … however I saw a great quote awhile ago “A vote is not a valentine. You are not confessing your love for a candidate. It is a chess move for the world you want to live in.” so yes I am sure there are some very good people in Maine who voted for Susan Collins with the understanding that the Republicans needed a few moderate voices- but Sen Collins is also one more vote for Majority Leader McConnell (NOT a moderate voice) so remember even if your specific candidate is not perfect- or even near perfect - remember who they will be voting for for speaker of the house or what party will be in control of the senate (where all the judges are confirmed) and yes it is “only” abortion rights now - admittedly something that doesn’t really impact most of “us” … but yes the same philosophy can do away with gay marriage and bring back the sodomy laws (which certainly DOES impact us) So come voting day remember that clothes pins can be used for more than nipple play (or cbt) they can also be used to pin your nose while you vote for a democrat who you may find repugnant- but will keep in power the only party that will protect our rights

You're right. It isn't the politics section. Be very careful - I'm not a Democrat, nor am I a Trump Republican. I'm a conservative Libertarian, and definitely not a racist. All due respect, please leave this over in LGBT Politics.

There is some truth to this. What I've heard from many younger tops is that older bottoms know how to take dick. They tell me that older bottoms want the top to fuck as much as he wants, and cum inside them as many times as he wants. In contrast, they tell me that the majority of younger bottoms don't know how to take a hard fuck, and can't take more than a single load before tapping out. I've been told by a 21 year old furry dominant top that no younger bottom eats his ass out with as much genuine hunger as I do. I'm sure there are plenty of older tops who have an equally compelling set of reasons they love fucking young bottoms too.

Great story - sorry you were never able to fin the same bar again…. Sounds like a great bar

When I'm going to be doing something that I know is gong to be long and/or heavy use (e.g. big toys or fisting) I cut back to simple items like small cinnamon donuts and milk and dink Ensure the rest of the time. After a good couple hour clean out, I am ready for use.

I used to have this guy who was married I would go over when his wife was out we would fuck bareback and he would cum in my ass This ended when hi wife took a job that let her work from home

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.

@Summatyme has been a member for 9 years or so. When he initially joined, those restrictions were not in place.

A very hot, detailed account of your turn-on's. I love when a guy moans. His dick is throbbing just on the verge, but he just can't hold his nut. His cockhead engorged as it's spurting warm seed deep in my pussy as he holds my ass cheek & slapping it around.

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.

so hot

Thanks man always hungry

I just happened to stumble across this just after I posted the topic:

When I was in my early 20 I used to shave my hole and balls. Now it's just my balls

I’m a little torn because my favorite position to be fucked is on my back with my legs resting on my man’s shoulders. It’s the position where I can take a man’s cock as deep as he can go, and I can look into his eyes while I feel him inside me. When he cums, we can kiss and I can feel completely dominated. On the other hand, there’s something powerful about being on my hands and knees with my ass in the air, feeling him grip my hips tight while his dick pulses and throbs inside me through his orgasm. It’s like the perfect ending to a fuck when his dick is unloading and I can feel it beating like a heart against my taint. It makes my whole groin feel like there’s warm pleasure swirling around it. It’s tough, but I’m picking my hands and knees for taking a load. Missionary is my favorite position when I need my ass serviced and satisfied, but doggy is my favorite when I need to be used and bred.

That feeling when after a bit of resistance my hole gives and let’s the cock slide in. I also love it when I can feel my hole getting looser, that’s when the top starts to pound harder. Plus obviously when they shoot their load - the moment just before when they’re really going for it and fucking me so hard, then push themselves deep inside me and unload.

(2/2) I’m on my back, in my jocks, feet up. This beefy guy gets in. Maybe in his fifties, huge nipples, furry pecs and a bit of a belly. I can’t see his face against the red light behind him. He smells strongly of sweat and cum which turns me on. I can tell he’s been fucking sloppy holes before as I feel his dick is all slimy with cum when he slides it in me. I hear a big sigh and a grunt and he picks up the pace, choking me while thrusting deeper and deeper. My fuckbud is holding my head as he orders me to take another sniff of poppers. I see can that they’re looking at each other from time to time. He’s about to finish when I see 2 or 3 guys entering the room. “Another load in the bank, boy” as the beefy guy shoots his cum deep in me. My ass had never been this sloppy before. Another guy lines up his dick with my hole before entering in one thrust. His dick is a lot bigger than the beefy guy’s. He looks tall, blond or ginger for what I can see, muscular bod. This one leans forward and I get my first kiss of the night. He stands back up and he’s brutal as fuck. He exchanges looks with my fuckbud before shooting his load. It must be load five or six. I lost count a while ago. Guys keep entering the room, fucking me and dropping their loads. I can’t take it anymore, my hole is fucking raw but I don’t even have the energy to resist or get up. I’m starting to regret realizing my fantasy of being whored out and missing my bed. My fuckbud keeps providing poppers. I don’t know how long I’m there for nor can I figure out how many guys passed by after the tall ginger guy. 1, 2 or 6 maybe? I just can tell between whiffs of poppers that my fuckbuddy is exchanging looks with each of them as if he’s giving consent for something. Finally, the last guy leaves. “It’s my turn now, boy! I’ve been jerking my dick this whole time, watching you taking dick like a champ”. My fuckbud shoves his dick right in. At this point, I barely feel it anymore. He’s fucking me like a mad guy, his face all contorted with the excitement he’s been building up for the past few hours. He picks up the pace until he stops. His dick still in me, he leans forward down to my ear. “I saw the changes you’ve made to your profile on BBRT, dirty little fucker. I know what you want and I know you’re still not sure. At first, I was mad for not telling cause you’re putting me at risk. But then I figured the best way to punish you would be to give it to you. I counted 8 loads tonight without mine. I can tell you at least 2 of those were toxic”. My head is turning. I’m scared as fuck, I’m regretting what I’ve done but I’m just to exhausted to even answer. I can’t know which ones are fatal. “I can see in your eyes you’re scared, boy. Don’t worry, it was just a matter of time before you went through with this by yourself anyway.” He picks up the pace, I can hear the sloppy noise the mix of loads is making as he fucks me. I just want it to be over now. “Take my load, boy!” as he’s finally shooting what I hope will be my last load of cum for the night. “It may be my last neg load as well boy, but it was well worth it”.

My brother used a pat of butter he took from a restaurant to fuck me while we were on the road traveling.

On Tuesday I hooked up with a cute older guy who had a long thick dick. His grindr profile said it was 9.5 inches and I believe it because it was a monster. I sucked it for a little bit, then I fingered my hole with lube and rubbed it all over the outside, too. When I sat on it, I had to take my time and get used to it because it was so thick at the base. He was laying on his back so I did all of the work and started to ride it up and down. I thought he would never cum. It was a really great ride and I orgasmed twice in the first 10 minutes, but after that I was starting to get tired and sweaty. I'm not exaggerating when I say I was loving it and hating it. It felt so good but my abs started to cramp up and my hole was making fart noises for most of the ride. When he finally came I was so pooped that I laid on the bed and held my stomach to try to get it to stop hurting. After I left he messaged me on grindr to ask how it was and I had to admit that I was completely satisfied and definitely want to hook up with him again. Only next time I want him to put me on my back and do all the work.

The best is to meet moneyboys on Facebook. There are many pages where boys advertise themselves. Most are straight boys who will do what you want for money, but many will not let you fuck them. Usually the boys who work in bars use condoms, but the boys from Facebook usually fuck you bareback and cum inside. Many nice boys around.

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END