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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…”

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

Chapter 11 I woke with a pounding head . Damn tequila! Enticing as Luke’s cock was next to me , I wanted to get home , take some aspirin for my head and sleep some more. Once home I showered, had some aspirin and went back to bed. I woke some time later and felt no better. My throat was sore, my head was pounding still and if anything I was feeling worse. I stayed in bed, vowing to never have tequila again. I dosed myself up and just rested, not really hungry knowing the next day I would be hangover free. However the next day I didn’t feel any better,again I felt worse. My glands were up, and My mouth was dry, and I was a touch feverish. Aspirin wasn’t doing much but it was better than nothing. Sally had rung me and I told her that I was still a bit hungover and not feeling great. I said I would let her know when I was feeling better. Then something struck me. I googled symptoms of hiv and I just stared at the screen. Tick tick tick. A cold fear overtook me. Shit , it was a hangover right? In a bit of a panic I rang Gino, he was a medic after all. I explained about the drinking, and how I was feeling. He paused, and asked what I was doing. I explained I was lying on my bed. ‘Naked?’ He asked. ‘Yes’ I replied. ‘Good. You are likely to be seroconverting, there is nothing you can do except embrace what is happening to you. It turns me on to see guys becoming poz and their life changing. That is happening to you. I want you to set up your iPad on record, and start wanking for me. I want you to video yourself playing with your cock and cumming. I want you to record your last neg load, whilst you are telling me what you are thinking. ‘ ‘fuck’ I thought. My cock got immediately hard as I set up my iPad on record. I was wanking and thinking of Gino’s cock. ‘What are you thinking? ‘ Gino asked. ‘Your cock ‘I replied. ‘My poz cock?’ Gino whispered. ‘Yes, your poz cock, I love it, I want more of it’ ‘ I only date poz guys’ Gino said’ especially if they’re not on meds’ I was rock hard now and turned on ‘God I hope I’m becoming poz for you’ I panted. What was I saying, all I could think of was Gino’s gorgeous cock and his tattoo . ‘Fuck, I’m cumming Gino’ I came , shooting my cum up my belly’ ‘Good boy’ he said. Send me that video, and make an appointment at the end of the week’ . My headache kicked back in, and reality did. This was where I had been sliding, even though I never thought it would happen to me. I wasn’t great for the next couple of days before gradually improving. I had made an appointment with Gino on the following Friday. After all it could have just been a bit of a bug, I tried to convince myself. I entered Gino’s room at the clinic, and there was a younger medic in there , also in scrubs. His face was vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t immediately place it. ‘This is Archie, he is a trainee. Is it ok if he sits in? ‘ Gino asked. I nodded. Then it clicked. Archie was the twink I had fucked in the sauna. So he was also gay. ‘So you have been having unprotected sex with other men whose status you don’t know?’Gino asked. ‘Actually some were poz I think’ I replied. ‘We need to test for hiv’ Gino said formally. Gino took some blood explaining he had to do a formal test. He said he would do a quick finger prick test as well though that wouldn’t be definitive. I waited for half an hour in reception before being called in again by Gino. ‘ ’well I have some good news for you, although it’s not official’ Gino announced. ‘Phew ‘ I thought ‘I’ve dodged a bullet , I’m still neg’ ‘it is looking like you are hiv positive’ Gino announced. ‘. Congratulations, You are where you naturally wanted to be’ my mind was on delay. ‘ you will have an increasingly viral load for six months. You don’t have to start meds yet, you can let the virus build in you for a while but you will likely pass on the virus if you have unprotected sex with anyone. ‘ ‘Positive? I’m poz? ‘ I replied. ‘Yes, more than likely’ Gino said. ‘Do you want to stay off meds for a while, and enjoy your status?’ I remembered what he said when I was wanking. ‘Yes’ I responded. ‘ ‘Good man’. Archie then asked ‘Why is it good news that he is positive?’ ‘Because some gay men, like Neil here, are sub bottoms who will just take cock and cum, and becoming positive is a rite of passage. They secretly want it. Don’t you Neil?’ I was on the spot but knew my natural reply. ‘Yes’ ‘Neil, I will contact you in a few days when the full results are back, but in the meantime don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’ I stood up as Gino and Archie did. I glanced at Archie. He was definitely sporting an erection in his scrubs. I looked at him and he blushed. He may have recognised me, but he was turned on, hopefully by our poz talk. There may be something there in the future I thought. I left the surgery, walked into the sunshine, knowing almost certainly that I had the bug, and was hiv positive. I felt my cock stiffening. To be continued……………

Chapter 1 Sunrise on Alcantara Rich came slowly awake, lying on his side and stretching like a contented cat. His eyes opened, taking in the dim daylight filtering into the bedroom around the shutter panels at the patio glass doors. He had good reason to feel contented. He’d fallen asleep last night after pumping two rounds of seed into Tommy’s ass, and then feeling Tommy’s long Asian dick shooting its usual big load deep inside his butt. Nothing like a good load of sperm up inside your ass to help you sleep well, he thought. As that thought crossed his mind, he felt Tommy’s arms tighten around him, the hard muscles flexing as he drew Rich closer. That wasn’t the only hard part he felt, becoming aware of Tommy’s dick snuggling right into his crack, obviously hoping to take another go at him. And why not? Rich purred like the contented cat he resembled, reaching back with his arm to grasp Tommy’s taut, muscular ass and pull him closer. As he did, Tommy nuzzled his ear and then kissed his way down onto Rich’s face, while Rich slowly turned his neck to meet those kisses, as he relaxed his hole to take Tommy’s erection. Tommy kept exchanging kisses with tongue with his lover as his cock slipped inside Rich’s firm, round ass and sank in right to the bottom. “Mmm, nice and warm and wet – just the way I like it. I love fucking you when you’ve kept my load inside you all night,” Tommy murmured as he slowly began sliding in and out. “Best lube I could ever ask for,” Rich replied. “Damn right,” Tommy replied, slowly picking up the pace of his fucking motions. Sliding in and out of Rich’s ass, he began twisting his tool around like a corkscrew, making sure to stroke every part of the warm hole and especially taking care to bounce the tip off Rich’s man gland frequently, evoking frequent moans of ecstasy as he did so. Rich may not have been hard when he woke up (although Tommy certainly was) but he was rapidly catching up, his rigid cock flexing up and down and leaking precum at a rapid clip. As Rich’s breathing got faster and shallower, Tommy read the signs and knew that he was going to cum soon – and that was fine with him, too. Accelerating the pace of his fuck motions, Tommy spooned Rich harder and harder, both of them expressing their pleasure more vocally with each stroke. Tommy pushed hard with one leg, rolling Rich onto his face and bringing himself up on top. He lay right down across Rich’s broad, muscled back, slamming forcefully down into Rich’s hole and pummelling his prostate. By now, both knew that they were going to cum together and it was going to happen very soon. Rich was now gasping for air as his orgasm mounted up like a wave ready to crash down on the beach at the foot of the hill. “Oh, fuck… Tommy… fuck… I’m gonna… give it to me… I’m cumming!!!” Just as Rich panted out the last words, Tommy rapidly slam-fucked him, driving down hard and fast into Rich’s hole, then shouted out, “Fuck, yeah!” as his load erupted inside his husband, seed streaming in rapid pulses out of his rigid cock to fill Rich’s ass to overflowing. Tommy kept pumping in and out, still in overdrive, as Rich’s muscles grabbed at his tool, milking all the seed out of him as his own juices shot out on the bed underneath his taut abs. At last, Tommy slowed down and then came to a final stop, buried deep inside Rich. Rich turned his head and they kissed again, laughing at the sheer joy of being together again after a week of Rich being away from home on business. “Damn, that was good, Tommy. There’s just no stopping you.” “Sorry, Rich, I just couldn’t help it, seeing you again. I must have been dreaming about you all night because, when I woke, I found that I was up before I was up.” Slowly, Tommy eased his still-hard cock out of Rich’s ass, and then got up and went into the bathroom, returning a moment later with two wet washcloths which they used to mop the sperm off their bodies. Rich got up, too, and walked into the closet, opening a drawer, and returning a moment later wearing a red speedo. Tommy, having ditched the washcloths, followed his example, but his black suit was covered with a flashy pattern of blue, green, and yellow lightning bolts. “You know something, Rich? For a senior citizen, you really wear that damn speedo well.” “Not as well as you, Tommy – Mister Middle-Aged Japan for 2022!” Tommy made a face, and they both laughed. Rich opened the shutter panels and slid back the glass patio doors. The two of them went outside and plunged into the pool, coming up against the glass infinity wall which overlooked the view. Below and around them, the green-mantled hills rose up steeply around three sides of the compact little harbour, and across those hillsides spread the white and pastel-coloured buildings, the flower gardens, the palm trees of the compact city of Portavedra, capital of Alcantara. The rising sun shone down brightly on the city, glinting off the discreet golden cupola on the Assembly building and the freshly coppered spire of the cathedral. Off to the left, they could see the towering, angular cranes, looking like so many giant praying mantises, in the larger outer harbour where the cargo piers, the cruise ship port, and the inter-island ferry terminal were located. Out in the distance, to their right, they could just make out, through the early morning haze on the ocean, the more rugged and mountainous island of Isabella. Ever the historian and linguist, Tommy had always been acutely aware of the significance of the Spanish name, “Alcantara.” It came from the Arabic al qantara for “the bridge” and this island of Alcantara had always been the bridge by which to access the entire cluster of islands, because it possessed the only true and sheltered harbour. No wonder it had been so popular with the pirates of the Caribbean (the real ones) back in the day – and no wonder that the island of Alcantara had lent its name to the entire country when Alcantara diverged from its former Spanish overlords and set out on the path of national independence. The unique history of Alcantara had also led to it having a uniquely mixed and multicultural population, bringing together peoples from the Americas, Europe, Africa, and Asia in a single melting pot of cultural possibilities, with the unusual feature for the region of having English as the single most common language among the wildly diverse population. The government also recognized Spanish and Mayan as official languages. In the old days, people trying to land on the cliff-girt shores of Isabella had to leap ashore onto the rocks during the rare calm moments between waves as there was neither beach nor harbour. Once the mining was ready to begin, the government had to borrow huge sums of money (well, huge by Alcantaran standards), to construct an expensive artificial harbour. The loans were secured against the future output of the diamond mine – but, since the mine had been so spectacularly profitable, the loans had soon been fully paid off. As for the coral atoll of Serafina, with its tiny little sandbar islands scattered on a jewel cushion of brilliant green water inside the reef, the developers of the airport had been forced to do an extreme amount of dredging to build up enough solid land for the runway. Here, too, the diamond mine had covered the costs – and that included the sizable airport terminal. The Alcantara International Airport had a very unusual feature, in that the ferries from the islands of Alcantara and Isabella actually docked inside the security zone. Their passengers had already checked in and cleared outbound security and passport controls at the ferry terminals on the other islands, before boarding the high-speed catamarans that took them to the airport. Only the passengers departing from the over-water bungalow resorts on Serafina itself had to clear security and passport controls at the airport. Serafina wasn’t part of the view from the pool; it was out of sight behind the rugged spine of the island, over their left shoulders. Rich sighed with sheer contentment, looking out across that panorama with Tommy’s arm holding him close against his side as he inhaled the heady perfumes of the tropical flowers around the terrace and pool. They’d been together for over 20 years, married for 12, and Rich still thought himself the luckiest man in the world, with a rewarding career, this beautiful home, an incredible view, the gorgeous pool, and – better than any of those – his wonderful husband, Tommy. Tommy, for his part, was realizing that the view hadn’t really changed in the last 24 hours, even though his first thought was that it had. He’d still been out here every morning for a swim before breakfast for the last week, the usual routine. The whole vista just looked so much more colourful and attractive on this sunny Saturday morning, now that he had his man back beside him again. They spent the next 20 minutes or so swimming and splashing around, with a little groping and grab-ass just for laughs. Rich called time. As he swam over to the ladder, Tommy was right behind him. Rich started up the ladder, then stopped as he felt his trunks sliding down off his ass – immediately followed by the unmistakable sensation of Tommy’s lips caressing his skin. But then Tommy tugged as little too hard on Rich’s speedo, and Rich let go of the ladder, falling back into the pool right on top of him. As they spluttered for air, Rich wagged his finger at Tommy, laughing. “Naughty boy! Have you forgotten why we have to wear swimsuits all the time out here?” “Uh-huh. Old Mrs. What’s-Her-Name over there called the cops on us when we tried skinny dipping the first week we were here.” “That’s right. And she’s still living there, and I bet she still has her binoculars right by her living-room window.” Cooled off, they climbed out of the pool, still laughing, then went inside, and threw on some casual clothes – before heading downstairs to make coffee and breakfast. Twenty minutes later, they were sitting outside again at the table by the pool, enjoying the warm sun and the pleasure of their company. Somehow, Tommy thought, even the brioche, fruit, yogurt, and coffee had tasted better today. With a second round of coffee poured, Tommy was studying the online news from various different websites, while Rich just basked in the sun. Suddenly, Tommy let out a low whistle, saying, “There’s the kind of story you don’t see as much now as you did back in the day.” Rich sat up. “What is it?” Tommy handed Rich his tablet. The headline above a photo on a popular gay news site read: 90s GAY PORN STAR SUCCUMBS TO AIDS To Tommy’s astonishment, the tablet started shaking in Rich’s hand. Tommy took it away quickly, before Rich could drop it, and gently took Rich’s hand. “What is it, Rich?” Rich had to struggle to form the words. At last, he managed to say, “That’s Carlo.” “Who?” “That porn star. ‘Alfonso Torres.’ His real name is… was… Carlo Montini.” “Yes. That detail’s in the story, which you haven’t read yet. How did you know that, Rich?” Tommy wasn’t angry or suspicious, just curious. “Tommy, it’s Carlo. I told you about him. My first partner, the one I was with when I was going to law school in Canada.” “Ohhhh.” Tommy’s voice slid slowly down the scale as Rich’s answer sank in. It was easy for him to see that Rich was reliving old memories, some comfortable and some much less so, and he just set the tablet aside and held back from saying any more. It was ten minutes or so later that Rich surfaced from his deep, dark cave of memories, and found Tommy watching him – not anxiously, certainly not trying to be nosy, just his usual caring, protective self. “Sorry about that, Tommy. It just shook me a bit, seeing that picture. Brought a lot of things back up that I’ve tried hard to put behind me for good.” “You can’t bury your past, Rich. It’ll always be a part of you.” “I can’t bury my past because some historian like you is sure to dig it up again.” He winked; Tommy laughed, loudly. Then Rich went on. “Hey, maybe I should get you to write my official biography.” Tommy chuckled again. “Sorry, I only write about historically important people with hidden, dirty secrets that need to be uncovered.” “Minister of Justice and Deputy Premier for Alcantara – I think that’s pretty important.” “True – at least until the next election, then all bets are off until the voting’s done. But what’s to uncover? You already told me all the dirty bits. There’s nothing left for me to dig up! Waste of my time, you’ll have to do it yourself!” “Riiiight. And what’s that old saying about writing on asbestos paper?” They both laughed, and Tommy poured some more coffee. But then Rich descended into his thoughts once again. He wasn’t thinking specifically about Carlo, now -- more about the entire strange path of his life – the early years in a suburb of Toronto, figuring out that he was gay, the multiple partners, coming out, law school, Carlo, Frank, the move from law into politics, learning the hard way about how much of power politics happened between the sheets, then meeting Tommy and winding up in Alcantara as a political leading figure. So much more to recall along the way. And, with it, there was the uncomfortable truth that he hadn’t in fact told Tommy about all the dirty bits. Some of them danced right around the edges of his confidentiality oath as a member of Cabinet and the government. A few involved the international profile and trustworthiness of Alcantara itself. And, he thought, as a small country with a one-resource economy, being trustworthy was one of the few cards Alcantara had to play in dealing with larger and far more wealthy countries. It irritated the hell out of him that he couldn’t share these things with Tommy, but that was the nature of the beast and it left him no choice. Political life was a beast in a lot of ways, and it was sucking out his integrity and honesty even as he struggled to hang onto that lifelong stock-in-trade. Rich realized that their joking conversation about an official biography had uncovered an important truth. He needed to get in better touch with his true inner self. At the ripe old age of 55, it was high time that he started to figure out who Richard Dunnatore actually was. After a few minutes, Rich suddenly shook himself free from his reverie, stood up, and stretched. “Damn, I’m tired. I think I’ll go back to bed for a while.” “What’s on the schedule today, Rich?” “Less than nothing. I told Lucy I’d hang her out with the laundry if she tried to stick me with any appointments or meetings today. All I wanted was to get home and be with you.” “So that means I have to go back to bed too?” “Only if you want to, Tommy.” Rich was grinning, though, because Tommy was already rubbing the bulge in his shorts and that bulge was already growing. But Rich shook his head. “Uh-uh. If there’s any action going on now, it’s going to be my turn to take charge.” “Well, come on, Mr. Big Shot – what are you waiting for?” In a few more seconds, the glass doors were closed, the shutters pulled across, and the two of them were back in bed together. Or, more precisely, Tommy was lying on the bed with Rich standing over him, seductively pulling his shorts down to reveal his cock standing proud and erect. “If you want to get Mr. Big Shot’s big shot, you’re going to have to give that some attention.” Tommy leaned up and took Rich’s cock into his mouth, bringing an immediate groan of satisfaction from Rich’s throat. As he slowly sucked and licked on the tool, Rich soon found himself aching to return the favour. In another minute they were lying side by side on the bed, each busily engaged in giving pleasure to the rigid cock of the other. Both of them loved doing sixty-nine. They were so completely in tune with each other, after years of practice, that they fell instantly into each other’s rhythm without even consciously thinking of it. One minute, they would speed up the sucking motions, adding intensity to speed until it seemed that they would both explode at any moment, then the next they would slack right off, pulling free and licking the shafts to allow themselves to cool down a bit, before the next round of building up the sensations. Finally, Rich began sucking at a really furious pace, at the same time squeezing Tommy’s ass cheeks and teasing his hole. Tommy got the signal and speeded up his sucking motions on Rich’s cock. Rich’s legs began twitching in muscle spasms as his cock exploded into Tommy’s mouth, and Tommy shot his sperm into Rich’s mouth a moment later. Multiple squirts later, they slowly released each other’s satiated dicks. Rich swung around to lay his head beside Tommy on the pillow, and they kissed passionately, swapping cum loads with each other in a joyous snowball. For some minutes after they’d swallowed their combined loads, they continued kissing deeply, lovingly, gently stroking each other’s bodies and murmuring their love to each other. Rich began dozing off first, and Tommy pulled him in, letting Rich pillow his head on Tommy’s chest. He murmured, “Happy Saturday,” to Rich and let his own eyes shut, his arm cuddling his husband close to him as he drifted off to sleep again.

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.

Been swapping some horny texts with the the poz bloke from the services ..my last post …and he asked if I was really up for taking his load again …I said “mate i’m well up for it ..but you’re a fuck off drive away” …he said he’s likely to be taking his break quite close to me and he usually stops at a lay-by that he’s seen some action at before. I said I’d been there before (its quite good for some anon cock at night) … said he’d prob be there mid afternoon the next day and would I be free ? he told me not to worry if I count make it “but it would be cool to breed you again” He texted me the following day and let me know what the lorry looked like and I got there not long after he did. Was getting out of the cab as I walked down the side of the trailer …said hey ..and stepped up and snogged me …”fuck mate I'm horny” he said and “wanna fuck here or in the woods” ..I said woods and he practically dragged me down the foot path till we were a decent way in. Snogging and his hands were down my joggers and in my jock “turn round mate got to get in ya” So I dropped my joggers and bent over holding on to a tree…he crouches behind me and properly eats my hole for a bit as he’s really getting in to it another bloke is slowly walking down the footpath hands in his trousers and is watching (prob 30s chubby white..office worker or something) gets his nob out ..thick uncut bout 6” and is wanking ….as my mate stands he said “alright?” To the new bloke while lining up his cock and pushing balls deep… starting to fuck me …new bloke stands in front of me and offers his cock for sucking …its wet with pre-cum and he’s well in to being sucked. My mate fucks me pushing my face into the other blokes crotch and im so fucking turned on I start to cum a bit then he grunts and slams in to me and I reach between us to feel his cock throb his load in me. He pulls out and new bloke moves round and pushes his cock in to me and said “fuck mate im gonna cum” and unloads in me too…then he’s off ..pulling his pants up and back out of the wood …My mate is still hard and we are snogging again …”could you take some more mate?” He asks …I said yeah and he slides in to my soggy hole standing me up so he can fuck and wank me off at the same time …as he’s fucking I cum squirting on the bushes and he gives me his second load “fuck your arse is amazing” …he flops out …as we walk back to the lorry he asks if im still on prep and wonders if the other bloke was. I managed to get home before leaking cum in to my joggers.. two poz loads one who knows 😜

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.

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

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

I went and got tested , positive for syphillis. 45 days from my prep visit when the symptoms first showed. Doctor said it a false negative is not uncommon during its early stage. Took two penicillin jabs 🥹

I often arrange a meet , leave the door unlocked and wait naked and blindfolded. Whilst I know exactly how many females I have fucked I have no idea how many men have fucked me. Assuming one a week (and there is usually more, then you are looking at 50 a year. By my reckoning that is at least 2,000-3,000 for me. The vast majority will be random strangers and raw.

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

Stranger 😉

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.

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.

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

Was a guy this hot this ripped really using me? Me? For an Alpha like him I should be just average but maybe just for tonight I wasn’t. His dick needed a hole and mine was the one he chose. Alpha’s choice, always. Damn, look what I caught! A muscled Daddy. I knew I’d do anything to please him. Yet fear was present with every stroke. This was not allowed. I’d barely ever taken a raw cock, and only from a boyfriend several years prior. My generation was educated. We knew better. In the 90s no one rode raw (right?) and certainly not me. But here I was I was loving it and could not say no. Time lost. I was lost. Absent. Man using His hole. And by now he was REALLY loosing it. Drilling me. But that meant one thing. Through my haze of pleasure and consciousness one thought continued to rise up “you know better than let him cum I’m you.” Raw for a bit was one thing but I wasn’t nuts. “Uh, Sir? Time for a condom?” I said meekly with a whimper. “There will be plenty of time for that boy, I’m just getting us warmed up”. And with that he flipped me over, pushed my knees back and fell on top of me. His 9” Daddy Dick funding a new access and he got what felt like 2” deeper. His rough face against my lips he started tongue fucking my throat. I could taste my ass on him. His five o’clock shadow tearing my soft skin. He mangled my mouth. This Man knew how to kiss and fuck. He was very experienced which both excited and terrified me. Well used men in the 90s were to be feared not fucked. My type “knew better” but here I was unable to stop a raw assault at 330am. He had me where he wanted me, and I couldn’t ever say no. My assault continued as I noticed a ceiling mirror. My furry legs spread wide inviting this lean schredded Dad to raw dog my hole. I fully let go grabbed his ripped v-shaped muscled back I wrapped my legs around him my ankles pressing his hips deeper. His sweat ran off him coating me, my cock my balls, running down between us further sweat lubing my ass. This man was good. As his ass destruction continued, my shock took over a bit. I was being near cock raped bareback by a stranger, and he was old enough to be my father. Had I learned nothing? Between my own moans I was able to whisper into his ear “Sir, um, Sir….. uh….. please….. uh……. please don’t……. uh……… cum in me, uh…… I…… I…… can’t…..” as his assault on took new heights of pounding. He whispered back “too late kid” as he feverishly drove deeper and faster. In moments my ass started convulsing… it was vibrating and tightening around his dick. Hot waves of energy rushed up and down me my ass became something it had never been before. My pleasure was unreal, separate from his cock beating. With my ass tensing my cock leaked like a faucet but without an orgasm. My balls released the pleasure was all in my ass chute. Dad said suddenly “that’s it kid, a fuckin ass orgasm on your — FATHERS — COCK — HERE — COMES — MY — SECOND — LOAD ! ! ! !“ And he lost it, arching his back, jerking up onto his heels he pulled me with him and started POUNDING and SCREAMING with EVERY THRUST. “TAKE MY LOAD SON ! ! !” He yelled as he jerked and trembled and gasped.

So this fuck happened a few months ago,, but I know they wanted me to share it with the world. I am your heavyset black Bearish guy. I reconnected with a gentleman who had wanted to play around a few years before the pandemic, but we didn’t due to the fact that he was still in a relationship. Due to the pandemic , he came to realize just how much he enjoyed men. He is southeast Asian, mature, smaller frame, and nicely furry. (Do you know how rare it is to have a south Asian man into a black man. I’m definitely going to enjoy this as long as our friends allows.) so when I come over to fucking him I wear condoms. I prefer to fuck him without it, but I respect his choice and it’s a good chance to have sex. So we’re fucking end in a few positions as I try to stay hard in the condom. I’m starting to realize that if I wear one I need to be a little looser as opposed to tight on my cock for my enjoyment. Soon I’ve got him laying on his stomach and I can feel the looseness of the condom around my cock length, and watch a little of it trail out as I push into him again. putting my full weight into him, and then it changed. The fuck, came better , how much nicer feel, and I quickly approaching climax. And then I did. I had a feeling that when the fuck suddenly changed, the condom had broken. I noted also his enjoyment changed and became more intense then too. I unloaded in to what as far as I know was an intact condom, but as I pulled out the base ring was still around my cock. And my cock was sticking out the side of it. With remains of the rest of the condom around it. I saw the momentary panic on his face, as I held him as the realization of the condom had broken and I had just loaded his ass, for the first time. He then calm down and we snuggled, as he asked what happens next. I told him he could go to the bathroom and Release it. Then douche to be cleared. Or he could let it stay in there and let it absorb into his body. Either way he was no longer a Virgin, as I was the first one to unloading in them, as a gay man. We’ve fucked again since then, with a condoms. One day I hope he’ll be comfortable enough to enjoy a bare fuck regularly.

This question comes up over and over again in one form or another because it’s such a common fantasy. Emphasize fantasy. Yes, practically any bottom you can shake a cock at wants to do it. No, most of them couldn’t handle it even if they had the balls to actually try. I’ve had it done to me, more than once, no doubt will again. Here’s the facts of it: It’s not for the unseasoned. If you’ve never been fucked by more than one or two men in the course of a night, you have no idea whether you have the endurance to take it. Serial breeding at that level puts strains on your body, and especially your hole, that require some building up to in order to take. You get raw. Some of the fucking hurts. Some if the men don’t care if you hurt. Some of them want you to hurt, because you’re a slutty whore and that’s what they do to slutty whores. You may not like some of the men who show up to fuck you. You don’t get to pick and choose. That may sound like part of the appeal, but be careful what you wish for. Know the best way to piss off a whoring Top? Persuade him to whore you out by swearing you can take it, and then tap out after the second fuck. Worse, start turning away men he sends. Worst, be a lousy lay. In the first case you’ll have wasted his time and energy, and in the second two, you’ll damage his cred. Know the best way to piss off every legit whoring bottom out here? Piss off a whoring Top. It’s getting harder and harder to find Tops willing to commit to this because they get burned so often by fantasy bottoms who have no idea what they’re asking for or what they can handle - and whoring Tops are a rare breed to start with. If you can ask yourself whether you really can handle a whoring, then you almost certainly can’t. And as for referring to a whoring Top as a ‘moderator’ - that suggests a lack of understanding of the type of man who whores out other men. There’s nothing moderate about them. They may regulate what happens in that room - after a fashion - but don’t expect them to moderate it. Before you try, focus first of getting experience with some group action and a couple of gangbangs.

Much prefer a pre-loaded Hole. It tastes better, it feels better, it smells fantastic, and I know the bottom is dedicated to his craft.

I am so sad to hear about this. You realize that, if you are now receiving HIV treatment (available in most countries around the world, even developing ones) and your viral load is reliably undetectable, there is no risk of transmitting HIV to your boyfriend, right? Research establishing that U=U, undetectable=untransmissible, was completed in the mid-2010s. In places with high rates of HIV testing and good health systems to link newly-infected people to treatment, it's unlikely (though never impossible) to encounter sex partners who don't yet know that they are positive. In places where testing and treatment are limited, the chance of meeting an undiagnosed HIV-positive sex partner is greater. Newly infected people have a sky-high viral load, increasing the risk of transmission (which still doesn't happen in every sexual encounter, though). You mention that you became infected after two years of sexual play, but I'm not sure how many years ago that was. In most countries, access to HIV testing and treatment improves over time, barring war or the rise of dictatorial or religious-fundamentalist leadership. Only if you are comfortable sharing, what is your country? I am curious because I strongly support PrEP and like to know which countries are still dragging their feet in approving and/or funding PrEP. They have had ten years! There are some surprises when we look at progress in HIV testing and treatment, and progress in PrEP access, around the world. Some US states have low rates of testing, whereas some African countries with minimal resources manage to test a large share of at-risk people, and treat a large share of infected people! Canada waited several years before approving Truvada for PrEP, and Canadian provinces have waited more years to fund PrEP. (Lacking a comprehensive pharmacy care benefit, they were cheerfully paying for drugs for HIV treatment, but not for HIV prevention.) Western European countries also funded drugs for HIV treatment, but some have been slow to fund use of the same drugs for HIV prevention. There is no excuse! Wherever you are in the world, I hope that your health is being taken care of, and that your story is becoming less common. Research proved, by 2012, that daily Truvada is safe and highly effective for preventing HIV. Truvada had already been on the World Health Organization's list of essential medicines since 2007, for HIV treatment. Scientifically speaking, all HIV infections around the world have been preventable since 2012. (And we now have two other options for PrEP, in addition to Truvada.) It makes me angry that people who don't want HIV are still being infected.

I have previously in my travels had sex with guys that speak no English and I never spoke their language - but I have always found fuck, cock and seed are international and like music, have no ethnic boundaries. I live nearby a park which is a good cruise area especially in the warmer weather. The area of Sydney I live in is very heavily populated with a Muslims, Hindus, Seikhs and Asian people, making us the great melting pot Australia is. Last Thursday afternoon I decided to cruise the park on dusk as it is usually dead of a day and came across this guy who actually had his cock out of his jeans and was stroking it. I knew he needed my help immediately. He looked late 40's early 50's but what a beautiful thick cut cock he had. I immediately moved his hand, replaced it with mine for a second and then bent down to give it a kiss and then some nice head. I was surprised when he started to work his hand down the back of my track pants and started rubbing my arse - I always freeball when cruising. I wanted that cock in me so bad and immediately stood up and to my surprise he kissed me and said "fuck you" in a very thick accent, which I later found out was Assyrian. I wanted to take him home - about half a kilometre and take that cock uninhibitedly. I kept kneading his cock and explained to come to my place. He sort of understood, but I gestured for him to follow and he did. I walked to my car and gestured for him to get in - he pointed to where his car was parked and after much toing and froing I I parked next to his car and again gestured to follow. He finally got the drift and I got him home. What a fuck he was? He was gesturing for lube for his cock and I just went down on it and told him that putting lube on such a beautiful thick cock was a sin as i was wanted to feel it rip me in half. I think he was surprised how easy he got into me missionary. I grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled hard, letting him know I wanted it all in and right then. He bred me twice, and both times he made load groans as he emptied his balls into me. He looked surprised when I cleaned his cock and balls after round two. We swapped phone numbers and told him to come anytime. To my surprise he texted me in Arabic on Monday night. I had no idea what it said - but within half an hour he was on te door and I got two more beautiful serves of cock and seed. Can't wait for him to breed me again.

Like others have said both can be good in their own way. I have a couple of guys I hook up with regularly and I love the way they use me. That is something that comes with time and familiarity. In those situations we each know our likes and foibles because we've engaged in the dance many times before and this leads to a deep satisfaction. There is always something to be said for the brief intensity of the anonymous. Barely anything said just pump and dump and next! However much of one I get, I will still always crave the other.

I downloaded Grindr this morning i thought o what the heck . Last time i was on it 3 months ago it was a bunch of fake profiles and i mean every single profile was fake chat bots. I logged in now and most profiles now looked real . So this guy send me a message. . He looked like a model . I thought definitely fake profile. This is too good to be true . ! Latino tall 6'5 , Model type kind of guy extremely hot and i mean extremely gorgeous and amazing HUGE thick dick , like 9 in half and thick . We started talking and the conversation was normal not like a chatbot . He told me i live down the street from you in the ghetto apartments i berly moved in 2 weeks ago and i don't know anybody. I was like oh dam all this sounds like a dream come true . And i told him why u came to live to this ghetto area of east los Angeles? And he was like it's all i could find at a reasonable price he then told me i lived in Puerto Rico . He then asked me if I wanted to meet up right now . ? I told him i need to get ready give me 2 hours then I'll send u a message when I'm ready. ? He was like ok and gave me his number it had a Puerto Rico zip code. So i was like oh dam he wasn't lying he did live in Puerto Rico ! So i got ready deep cleaned enema , my ass was already waxed so my hole is nice and pink and smooth. I have a round bubble butt which it took me 3 years of hard work at the gym to get it looking like this . And i have a small waist and I'm short I'm 5'5 and blonde and blue eyes and slim I'm ok average looking I guess . So i once i was ready i sent him a message and he told me meet me at the corner liquor store. So i walked there which is literally a 2 min walk and i text him im here and he stopped responding. I was there waiting.... And then at that moment i thought dam i knew it was fake and the Puerto Rican area code ? How could I be so stupid!! I was just ready to walk home when he came . My mouth dropped open. He was even better looking in person i have never ever in my life seen a person this beautiful and gorgeous . And he was so tall ! I told him why u made me wait 10 mins ? And he was like i was embarrassed to meet you . . Then he was like let's go in the liquor store and get something to drink. We got beer . I told him my sister is at my place ughh so we can't go there . He was like it's fine i live alone let's go to my place. We get to the apartments. And it was sooo embarrassing all the neighbors that know me they saw me walking wit him with a case of beer and goin with him in his apartment. And i mean so many neighbors that know me and are very nosy saw me wit him they were all outside , i know sooner or later they gonna interrogate me haha cuz they gonna know what I'm doing with the new hot neighbor . So we get to his apartment. We started drinking a bit but not a lot cuz we didn't want to get wasted . And we started making out then he started eating me out like crazy devouring my hole like it his last meal . I then started sucking him off . Oh dam his big Puerto Rican dick was so fkn huge 9.5 and thick and his balls were the size of golf balls . I had a hard time deep throating him but i managed to do it i ain't the type to back down from a challenge. Then he put me doggy style and stared eating me out again this time i was sniffing my poppers so i was in heaven. Then i felt it the tip of his big dick head rubbing against my hole and BAM he went in raw no lube only spit . I took a huge sniff if my poppers to help me open up. He was all the way in and he stood there without moving for a bit so i could get used to it . Once the pain went away he stared going in slowly then picking up the pace . Till he was pounding HARD and i mean SO HARD and deep he was rearranging my insides ! He also stood rock hard ! Never got soft . . He was hitting all my right spots i was in heaven it felt Soo fkn good. He did me missionary, i rode him we did it every single position u can think off till he came in me so deep . He filled up my guts with so much creamy cum . He left me leaking so much. He then fucked me another 2 times. . Right now here as I'm writing this it's already 10 pm and he told me be ready at 2 am when I get out of work and i don't want no for an answer . He's like at 2 am I'ma be out of work and I'm not gonna shower and i didn't wear deodorant so I'm all musky and i want u to smell my sweaty dick then I'm going to fuck u till morning. I am soo ready 2 am is just a few hours away!! I just love how he's so controlling with me oh also i forgot to mention im 29 and he's 35 older just how i like them haha . Well anyways i just hope my ass can handle cuz he already told he's gonna be fucking me every single day 7 days a week since we basically neighbors.

Part 4 - At the Footy With My Neighbor May 2022 by Hozzel Just before five o'clock, I fronted up and nervously knuckled Peter's front screen. I had showered, cleaned myself out thoroughly and popped a Cialis just in case. It wouldn't wear off for a couple of days. Fun, here I cum! The front door swung open. The stocky older man wore a red, yellow and blue team shirt and knee-length cargo shorts. "Exactly on time," he observed and held the screen door open. "Through here." We flew past the lounge, through a side door and into his spacious garage. I almost gasped. Sleek, black, all-electric, the car would have cost a small fortune. Peter pulled out the charging plug. The thick cable retracted to the wall. Bat-like doors swung up and we swung into luxurious leather. He pressed a button and light flooded the garage from behind as the door rolled up. Another button and the dash lit. With a happy chime, the car started almost silently. He backed out of the driveway and we were off to the footy. We chatted while he drove to the football stadium on the north edge of Flinders, light talk about the teams and a recent movie. Then suddenly, "Here, give us your dick." I looked over at him like he was crazy and had asked the most wonderful thing possible at the same time. "Come on," he ordered, "get it out." I unzipped my jeans and fished out my floppy penis. He reached over, pushed my hand clear, and took hold of it. I looked about. The car's windows were tinted fairly dark so I hoped no one would see. "You like being touched?" "Constantly," I admitted. "24/7 if I could. Can't get enough." He held my flaccid penis and began to rub the foreskin covering the tip with his thumb. "Good. We'll get along great. I like to my boys to be always ready." He pulled the foreskin back, exposing the sensitive knob and began to rub with his thumb. I cringed from little shivers racing through my body, but I smiled in appreciation and said, "Boys? I'm nearly fifty." "And I'm old enough to be your father, and Roger and Flynn are thirty years younger than you. So what? Your attitude and enthusiasm count more than your age. Haven't you worked that out by now? No one in our group gives a rats about age." Of course Peter was right. This bear of a man had the stamina of a bull moose and sexual appetite of a randy teenager. The Cialis was already working and my prick responded, quickly becoming stout and ready and eager. In fact, it swelled thicker and harder than normal, which was absolutely fantastic. I loved being hard almost more than chocolate. Peter began to stroke and finger the length. Ah, yes, I could never get enough of being touched and fondled. I smiled and reached for his crotch. "You're right. Would you like to be sucked while you drive?" "Rain check, but thanks for the thought. Remember it." Stadium parking swarmed with cars and people but Peter refused to release my hard cock. Groups crowded around the backs of their cars, sipping champaign or sizzling snags on a small BBQ. The Aussie Rules footy match always attracted thousands. He drove right up to a more secluded area and squeezed my stiff dick a few times. "Put that away for now." The stadium swarmed with team colors: red and yellow and blue, and the gold and purple of the visiting interstate team. Peter's permanent seat turned out to be a private box area high in the members stand. The wide opening looked out over the crowd and side of the oval. He must have been a long-standing club member to have something special like this. The first bounce went to the visiting team, who fumbled the ball. Our team fast kicked to the goal square and then scored a six straight off. The game then began to flow back and forth. Peter and I yelled and screamed along with the crowd at every mark and each goal attempt, and hurled good-natured obscenities at the umpires if they made a call we didn't like. I admired the perfect muscled bodies in their loose or tight team jerseys and shorts as they ran and jumped and collided. I wondered how many of them partook in the same erotic fun as Peter and myself. I had no doubt some did. Visions swarmed in my imagination: I was pushed into the locker room and thoroughly fucked over by a randy naked group. Woo-hoo! Just after the second quarter began, the visiting team snagged a long mark then kicked a quick six, putting them ahead. Peter yelled abuse at the umpire for not catching a high tackle then he leaned against me and said, "After that unworthy goal, I need some comfort." He placed my hand on his inner thigh and slid it tight up against his crotch. I held a substantial lump. "Keep it there," he ordered. I did not think anyone else could see so I began to massage his slowly expanding bulge while also watching the game. He glanced at me and laughed, "Glad I recruited you." As long as he did not attempt to publicly embarrass me, I would happily have fun with him however he wished. A couple of fumbled handballs, a throw-in, a long unintercepted kick and I reached for Peter's zipper. Time to have some real fun. He checked his watch and said, "Go get us a couple of beers, mate." "But I'll have to move my hand and I have plans for you." I started to pull the zipper down. He laughed. "You can blow me when you get back. You're on a mission now. Get 'em at gate 4. Take your time. And if you meet anyone, do whatever they ask without question." I shook my head in disbelief and made my way behind us through a door at the back of the box. Do whatever they ask? I felt set up, but in a good way. I scuttled down the passage to the long descending stairs. When I queued at the kiosk a familiar lanky young man slid up to my side and calmly took my arm. Thick ginger hair frothed over a freckled face. Blue eyes laughed with seductive intent. "Hey, there." Stan's mischievous smile lit a happy face. He wore a blue, red and yellow uniform. He looked like a skinny high-school football player but I knew he aged twenty-something. "Hey, there, yourself. Didn't know you liked the football." I said, "I'm here with Peter. I'm on a mission for him right now." "Yes, you are, and I am your mission. You were told to do whatever I ask." I took a breath. "Well, actually I'm supposed to get..." "You were instructed to meet someone and do ask they ask. That someone is me." He grabbed my arm. "But..." "Come with me, pretty boy," Stan urged with a wry smile. "I'm asking and you have to comply." Embarrassed by other people gawking, he dragged me around the corner, along a curving wall, then deep into a long, dark alcove which lead to closed wooden cupboards beneath the stands. "Listen..." I stuttered. "I'm not sure this is a good place. We could be caught." "A most perfect place! Remember the rule: you have to do whatever I ask." "Yes, but..." "The Rule apples everywhere, not just at Pete's place." Right. Ok. Being caught was obviously insufficient reason to refuse. Besides, I had become intrigued, and my Cialis-fuelled twitching cock reminded me to take the better offer. "But ... here?" His wiry body suddenly slammed onto me again, ramming my back onto the cool brick wall. I groaned and automatically reached around his waist. He writhed in my arms like an eager cat on heat. I pulled back. "What if we're caught?" "They can join us." His close face smiled with sinful intent. "For fuck's sake, I'm old enough to be your father." I should have known better than say something that stupid after Peter's admonishment. Stan literally pouted. He took my hand and wickedly searched my face with big blue eyes. "Do you think I'm hot?" I blinked. If I refused, he might play up, might make considerable noise, would definitely report my failure to Peter. Refusal might mean expulsion from the NFC. Maybe this encounter was a weird type of test. Feeling Stan's firm body eagerly pressing against mine, squirming with sexual anticipation, I admitted, "You're smoking hot." He snickered then pushed me harder against the cool wall. I felt the tight muscles of his flat toned stomach and his stout dick. His arms circled then hugged me tight. The person in my arms and hands oozed astonishing masculine sexual desire. Perfect kryptonite. "I'll tell you a secret," he said. "I've been wanting to fuck you again since last weekend." "You could have," I suggested. I looked nervously down the dead-end passage. Anyone could walk past at any time and see me molesting the seemingly young man. Or, rather, I hoped, he molesting me. Was this his thing? Sex with older men? Did he get off on the thrill of being caught? Was public sex his passion? Did he like to be watched? I suspected Stan may be as uninhibited as they come. "Hey!" I yelped as, grinning like a Cheshire cat, he grabbed my hand and pushed it up into his blue footy shorts. My eyes widened when I felt the bare flesh of his thigh and then bare skin of his warm scrotum and semi-hard penis. "See what you've done to me? You can feel my dick is already hardening for you. That makes me very naughty, doesn't it?" Lower lip protruded. "I can't go back out there like this. You really have to help me, now." I said with my own mischievous smile, "You're a very naughty boy." "And naughty is the nicest thing, don't you agree?" Sniggering, Stan eagerly snuggled his thighs against my hand. "Feel that?" He wriggled his cock between my fingers with passionate desire. He began to rhythmically push himself in my hand. His own hands slid down my chest then further and unbuckled my belt. Breathing heavily, he zipped open my jeans then unhooked the clasp and pushed them down. Cool air sprinkled my hips. Cold brick spanked my naked rear. Impatient fingers grasped my suddenly freed throbbing erection. "Fuck..." I moaned. Ah, well, there's nothing like being sexually accosted to make one feel wanted. Stan dropped to his knees. His fingers brushed my engorged prick. He licked up and down the stem before taking the sensitive knob between his wet lips. He kissed it then opened his lips wide and obscenely coated it with hot eager breath and wide tongue. Stan viciously sucked me into his oral cave. I almost cringed from the pleasure and thrust at his face. He began to pull and suck and almost gulp me into his throat. His fingers fondled my sensitive balls. With skill he made my body jump and jerk and quiver. He knew what to do, exactly where to rub and tease, how to obtain any reaction he desired. He sucked hard and eagerly massaged my warm balls as if preparing the gooey seed inside for launch. "Oh, fuck," I moaned again, looking down at the mass of bobbing orange-red hair. He was good, very good, and in moments he had me rock hard and quivering on the edge. The pleasure became staggering. He pulled back and fluttered his tongue, causing my entire body to cringe. "Shit, you're good," escaped from my mouth. With a pop, he pulled off. "Great! Now I want to cum from you fucking me! Quick!" He stood, turned around, shoved his shorts down, exposing narrow hips and a ripe ass. He pressed his firm smooth buttocks against me. My cock slipped beneath his balls and along side his own tumescent rod. He leaned forward, pushing trim arms straight, his palms slapped flat against the opposite brick wall. "Come on, get in me." "But..." "Get your dick the fuck in me! Now!" "I don't have any lube." "Fuck me! Now!" I pulled back, pressed my sensitive knob between his cheeks and against the tight pink flower. Impatient, he suddenly thrust back. His experienced ass gobbled me whole and clamped tight. He was so slick no lube was needed. With a gasping sigh, he moaned, "Oh...yes. Way better." He pushed back forcing me deeper. "You feel really good and you are so fuckin' hard! Okay, now, fuck me!" Last week, Stan had enthusiastically topped me at the neighborhood gangbang, but now he seemed to have become an aggressive bottom. Definitely a great big lump of green glowing kryptonite. "Haven't you been fucked today already?" I ventured. "Only once," he huffed as he began to move on me. I squeezed his tight round buns and pushed and pulled, matching each of his savage backthrusts. Immediately his breathing quickened to little grunts in time to playful spasms that rippled along my straining cock. I reached around and felt his own solid pole. I began to jerk it while he moved against me. "Don't take all day! Come on, fuck me harder!" He slammed back against me, over and over, in complete control of the fuck. My butt battered the hard wall. I stood still, took it, and watched his tight bum as he fucked himself on me. The slick sensations further hardened my prong. When I began to move again, to return his thrusts with my own gentle pushes, he picked up speed. "Harder! Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. I love that! Won't be long. Oh, shit, yes. Oh ... fuck. This is great. You feel ... amazing! Your slutty cock is wonderful! So hard and long, I can feel it going deep. Oh, yes. That's it. Fuck my hole! Smash me! Fuck me harder! Use your hand, too. That's right. You're hitting the right spot in there. I'm... I'm going to..." His hands jumped and slapped the brick wall. He silenced his litany and concentrated on the delicious feelings. I felt his body shake in a fluidless prostate orgasm, an amazing type of orgasm I knew so well myself. I felt his tight anus firmly grab as if it did not want to ever let me go. I held on while he quivered and moaned. The moment he eased, he resumed twerking against me, forcing my cock to slide in ecstasy. "Fuck, yes! That's it! Hard! Fuck me hard! Smash me! Smash me! Oh, fuck! Keep going! Make me cum again so fucking massive!" Now caught in the sticky web of erotic sensations, oblivious to my surroundings, I grabbed his trim hips and pummeled. My hips slapped his rump as I forcefully fucked. My cock speared relentlessly. Strong sensations zapped through my entire switched-on body. Tingling pleasure quickly built in my swinging balls. I fucked hard, returning each of his solid backthrusts. When I dug my fingers into hispliant buttocks, Stan suddenly shoved back hard and yelled loud. His powerful internal muscles and stomach clenched. His back arched. I felt his next noisy orgasm take control of his entire beautiful body. In my fist I felt his cock spasm, felt him shoot, felt sticky fluid between my rubbing fingers, felt a few more shots. I thought I was good with prostate mini-orgasms but Stan was clearly the supreme master. The crowd roared almost as if cheering us on. "Don't stop!" he panted and pressed against me. His inner muscles danced around my cock. "Again!" Oh, yes, I knew he could, too. I slipped my free hand up his body and rammed back into him. "Ug! Fuck! Do it! Do it!" On and on I pounded, thrusting as fast as I could, slapping my hips against his shaking buttocks as I rammed my steel rod deep. I felt as if I was punishing the naughty man with my stiff cock alone but I knew this was exactly what he wanted. On and on I fucked, all the while feeling his body shake. On and on I rammed my electric cock in and out. I relished the fuck. I grunted with each savage push. I was there with him and he was here with me. "Fuck ... yes!" he yelled. "Oh, fuck! Keep going!" The crowd roared again as if they knew. I shuddered, slowed, and began to pull away, but he shouted, "I'm not finished!" He pushed back, slamming my rear and back against the wall, spurring me to continue. "More?" I gasped and shoved back. "Really?" He literally growled. I felt him clamp, felt the pressure of his firm anal walls slide along my juiced cock, felt his body shake with uncontrolled lust. His tempo and loud moaning increased again. He bucked back on me. His fingers dug into the brick wall. He and I fucked ecstatically, blissfully unaffected by the hollering crowd noise. All that mattered was our fucking. I pounded my cock deep into him and he pushed hard against me. Time contracted and flowed within extraordinary crazy bliss. "More," he panted and continued to move on me. "Don't you want to fuck me?" My eager anus tingled at the thought. His cock in my hand pulsed as if it wanted to cum again. "Later!" Stan slammed back against me in our mutual opposing rhythm. "This is what ... I ... want ... right now. Come on, again! Fuckin' breed me. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah." Of course I could do him. I would make sure Stan was fully filled and satisfied. That was all that mattered now. I felt powerful. I had taken control. Nothing else now mattered except powerfully filling his guts with my potent hot seed and making him howl. I pounded into him and he slapped against me, driving my powerful cock in and out of his clasping rear. His loud moaning ramped up further. He suddenly gasped and pushed against me hard, driving me deep into his body. I exhaled and momentarily released his steely cock. He snapped, "Don't let go!" I gripped again and allowed his juice to lube the wonderful friction as I concentrated on his ultra-sensitive knob. I could drive him wild, too. After a few exquisite minutes of furious fucking, the lightning sensations in my body finally forced me to burst. In a series of giant glorious spasms I grunted loud and shoved deep. My senses flamed with voracious desire. My balls contracted and my body begin to shake with earthquake intensity. I began to shoot into him. My legs shook. Incredible feelings of carnal strength lanced through my spasming body. I thrust hard. Strong and weak at the same moment, I could not stifle a pleasure-filled groan. I felt my cock pump powerful shot after shot of my salacious goo deep into him. Stan yelled in triumph, bucked back, and clutched my cock hard. I kept shoving into him, spouting cream and feeling his tight anus swallow it all. But all too soon I weakened and slumped onto his heaving back. Warm fluid dripped down his bare thighs. I wrapped my arms around his body, one hand still holding his lovely hardness. I hugged him and kept myself inside his body. I didn't want to let go. I did not want to pull out. We both held ourselves in that position, both panting heavily, stunned by our own deep feelings. He said, "Wow. That was...I don't know how to describe it. Really cool. Super-blasting." He suddenly raised, pushing me off. I stood. He stepped forward. Cool air stung my dripping still-hard cock. He spun, smiled, knelt and fingered and licked me like an icy pole. He remembered I loved oral afters. Big blue eyes looked up. "Did you like that?" Completely unsure of an appropriate answer, I smiled and nodded. "Delightful." The experience had indeed been delightful, and very fun. Raw and basic and amazing. Delightful, my yearning ass. It had felt utterly fantastic, so I added, "Fantastic. I love your ... eagerness." "Greed, you mean. I am wild and wanton. I should come over some night." "Do you have time? Where do you work?" "Hubby and I both work at the uni." He stood up. Hubby? Stan was married! "What do you do there?" "Physics. Cosmology. I'm trying to disprove the big bang theory and replace it with a pulsating model. It isn't a new idea but I have a new angle on it. The Universe began all spread out but turbulence caused it to swirl and collapse into a black hole as if it was being deep throated. Then it burst like a flaming orgasm. Spewed everything everywhere. It'll eventually collapse and repeat it all again. I think there's a lot more mass and energy than even dark matter accounts. Anti-matter plays a big role. Very mathy." "So we're all made out of universal jizz. One big ejaculation?" I joked. Stan laughed. Lovely dimples sprouted. "Multiple shots," he said seriously. "Matter, anti-matter, dark matter, other types of matter and energy we haven't even fathomed. The works. Blame Peter. He started me on it." "He did?" "Don't you know who Peter is?" I shook my head. Just my retired neighbor I thought. "Dr Peter Hudson. Former head of the physics department when he retired a few years ago. Astrophysicist. You didn't know?" Stan's fingers gently slid down my cheek. I shook my head again. The amazing things one does not know about one's neighbors. Retired scientist and neighborhood sex fiend. "When I come over I'll want to go at it for a long time. You might not get much rest or sleep. So far you've only seen a taste of what I like to do. Think you could handle that?" "You know I can. Does your husband know about the group? About Peter and the others?" I worried: Does he know about your feelings for me? Stan laughed. "With someone as horny as me about? What do you think? Anyway, you met him and he's fucked you, too." "Um, Frank?" "Shit, no. He pretends to be my old man but he isn't. Trevor's my hubby." I remembered Trevor alright. Muscled, bald, well spoken, lively, very black. He had fun with me at the gangbang and he enjoyed being the meat in a manwhich between Peter and myself. He seemed like a nice guy. I would certainly fuck with him again, no worries. A little fantasy of myself, Trevor and Stan in a fun intimate threesome played quickly through my turbulent imagination. "Maybe he could come over, too," I suggested. "Great idea. Get him in the middle or double fuck him. He'll like that." Motion at the end of the long passage caught our attention. My heart pounded. I froze. An older man with long brown and grey hair and a team scarf stared, mouth open. His fingers flexed over and over. The severe tent in his pants and his lecherous grin spoke volumes. I had no idea how long he had been watching us. Embarrassment and guilt exploded. I turned away and quickly pulled up my jeans. Arms and legs akimbo like a half-naked superhero, hard cock aggressively pointed up, Stan boldly called, "Did you enjoy watching us fuck?" Smirking, the man lifted his thumb in approval. Stan shouted, "Then let's see it!" The man looked about, took one step into the alley and, right before us, pulled out a stiff long dick and began to wank. "Go for it! Go for it!" Jerking furiously, cheered on by Stan's unexpected loud hoots and hollers and claps and lewd comments and his own frigging, in less than a minute the man thrust his hips forward and shot white gooey ropes...and shot and...would he ever stop? After what seemed like an amazing number of shots he finally ceased and grinned. Stan shouted and clapped, "Way to fucking go, mate!" The man gave another thumbs up and scuttled away. I trembled bad. "That was way cool! Catch ya later, mate!" Stan patted me on the shoulder and ran off like a breeze, leaving me thoroughly gob-smacked. I slunk back to the kiosk. I purchased two beers then plodded back up the cement steps. When I returned to Peter's private box, I found a half naked man bent over his lap. I saw the dark bare leg straddling the bench, a nice tight rump curve, muscles working as he enthusiastically mouthed and hand-worked the older man's huge hard-on. I stumbled to the other side of the bench and just stood there watching Trevor lick and suck and rub my neighbor's huge erection. Trev's blue eyes rose and looked right up at my shocked face. Grinning Peter hollered, "Welcome back, slutman! Our team's getting thrashed!" "So are you," I muttered. I sat next to him looking down on Trevor as he vigorously worked on my neighbor while eying me at the same time. "Got waylaid," I said. He winked at me while hard sucking and licking. He was really giving it to Peter, worshiping and trying to literally swallow that thick meat and making damn sure I saw all of it. "Welcome to the club," Peter said. Trevor suddenly stopped. Without releasing his hold, he raised his head and began a deep throaty laugh. "Come here, mate," he said, "and help me out." I did not have to be asked twice. I leaned down close to his face. My wet tongue snaked along Peter's hard cock right above Trevor's nails. He did the same to Peter at the same time. His mouth descended on the crown for a moment then he rose. I looked up at his upswept cock. I lunged and sucked it in as if starved. Cialis was doing its job, too. Despite cumming into Stan not long ago, my prong snapped hard as a rock. I wasn't just turned on, I was now shaking like pink jelly from excitement as I licked and sucked. He pushed my head away and stepped over Peter's bare legs. He came before me and put both hands on my shoulders. I looked down at the upthrust cock pointed at my face. "I want to fuck you." I knew the rule. I could never refuse his request, nor Peter's, nor any other member. "Here, turn around and give us your ass." Despite its hammering, my heart skipped. Asking for my dick or ass was a kryptonite phrase. I set the beers down. I looked either side to make sure of our privacy then stood before the glassless window and leaned over onto the steel rail just beneath. Anyone spying would only see me trying to get a better look at the game. Glare from bright stadium lights would mask my face anyway. I pushed my jeans down and presented my round rump to Trevor just like he had done for me. Below me the crowd's attention was fixed on the oval, the running players and the flying football. I didn't care if anyone was looking anyway. "Fuckin' great!" Trev yelled behind me. Peter laughed. "He's got nice round buns." "I am going enjoy planting myself between those beauties again. By the way, how did you enjoy my partner?" I swallowed, unsure what to say. "He was...enthusiastic." "Of course he is!" I felt him step up behind, grasp my hips, and push his wonderful hard cock between the cheeks of my sizzling bum. "He has the hots for you, don't you know that?" Like Peter, Trevor didn't mess around. If he wanted to fuck, he did. He pressed the engorged tip against my anus then continued to push until he popped in. He pushed until his length and thickness had fully penetrated. I gasped then sighed relief as I adjusted to his invasion. He felt good, just the right size and depth. I clenched my internal muscles several times, hoping it would be taken as a good signal. As if they knew, the crowd cheered. I blinked and glimpsed a yellow football arc to the left toward the home team's goal. It hit the point post. The crowd groaned. So did I for a better reason. "Give me a squirt of lube," I heard Trevor say to Peter then to me, "I hope you fucked him real well." A plastic snap, a small squelch then Trevor reached around and firmly grasped my renewed hard cock. His hand was covered in slippery lube. His palm squeezed my knob and began to slip. Balls deep, hips pressed against me, he suddenly grunted, "Oh!" We were viciously shoved forward. My forehead almost battered the window. I moaned and pushed back. Trevor laughed and I heard him say, "You are a fuckin' big boy!" Peter must have fucked into him. Of course. Peter and Trevor loved threeways. I loved them, too. The crowd roared. "Right, let's do it!" And we did. ### Author's note: This is an original work of fiction. Thank you very much for reading. Did it turn you on? Did it get you there? Where should this story go? Messages and emails always welcome. Don't be shy and don't hold back! Hoo Roo!

There's a saying on the Internet: "Don't feed the troll." I've sat back and observed that there are certain people who post here that feel they're absolutely right and you are absolutely wrong. Either you squelch or block them, or you decide that you don't have a fuck to give them. Or tell them to go fuck themselves, but then they might actually like that. 🤣 You do you. And if they can't handle that, it's certainly not 'you' that's the problem.

Yes - feel free to quote - as I just found it online (I forget where). But I think it is an important concept that we will really need to hammer home to some of our friends this fall

Part 5 “Oh Ben! I taught you better, isn’t it?” The smiling face over me did not bode well. Dimitri looked splendid. Me? I was a wreck: physically my body wasn’t responding, and mentally, the anticipated fear was clouding all my survival instincts. Dimitri and I just got out of the shower, and he was drying me. “Never refuse a cock. No matter the shape, the color or the body it comes from. For you, a cock is to be service. Small or big. Cut or not. Poz or not. Anyone with a cock means for you to be on your knees or on your back, receiving it on one of your holes. Do you understand?” No answer came out of me, but his hand squeezing my jaw was mimicking a “Crystal clear, Sir”. Dimitri was now smiling, but it wasn’t his cruel smile anymore. In fact, I never seen him smiling like this before. And it worried me. For the last three hours or so, Dimitri had abused my body, soiled it with cum and piss, after overworking my nipples and balls. Dimitri had abused my mind verbally while with each thrust, slap, lick, spit, squeeze, spank, etc. he called me slut, cunt, asslicker, cumdump, pig, whore, dickhole over and over like a mantra. Melissa was long gone, after she/he forced his cock in my throat until I puked which Dimitri asked me to lick back all of it. Only then, Melissa had cum over my face. Not exactly cum, but more like watery jets of a putrid liquid in my eyes, nose and mouth. Dimitri had showed up right after Melissa made her threat. Dimitri had slapped me a few times before shoving his fingers in his mouth. “Get with the program, faggot. I’ll deal with your punishment later.” “Yes, Sir” was my response, before my mind even realized it. One year of therapy and thousands of dollars later to reinforce my self-esteem and confidence had just vanished in few seconds... Dimitri had conditioned me to respond as a low-life faggot, and my subconscious remembered it. Dimitri just laughed and the onslaught began. Dimitri fucked me on the couch. I didn’t even resist. I pulled my legs and brought them to my shoulders. You bet it hurt. Like loosing my virginity, again. He flooded my ass with his hot cum. This was the first fuck, and it only took 4-5 minutes. Dimitri fucked me in the bedroom. On the kitchen counter. On the floor in the hall, in the bathroom. He even forced me to drink his piss before sucking him hard again while he sat on the toilet taking a dump. I was so afraid of what might be next, that I sucked his veiny cock with much more enthusiasm, giving him a world-class blowjob. Dimitri took his naked right foot and put it on my torso before giving a shove, sending my cum-dripping sore ass on the cold floor tiles. Without wiping his ass, he stood up and hooked two big fingers in my nose, pulling me back on my feet, flipped me over the lavatory, kicked my legs spread wide open, so my dick and balls were on full view. I remembered my tits against the cold steel lavatory and thought how soothing it was, only to be brought back to reality as Dimitri plunged back his fat cock in my cunt. I was rewarded with a second load. As my ass didn’t know if it should close or stay open, most of the load splattered on the floor in heavy white clumps. “Get on your knees and lick up my toxic load” Dimitri told me while slapping my ass. “Be quick and join me in the shower before I use all the hot water”. I don’t have to tell you that I was on my knees like a cum-starving cheap whore, lapping the slop in a record time. The fact that I had taken multiple poz loads scared me for a long time after my first encounter with Dimitri. Although, all the tests came back negative. Now, with my tongue carefully cleaning all cum spots, I couldn’t care less. I would do what ever I needed to do. Then I would go home, pack and move anywhere far from Dimitri. I washed Dimitri’s body like a devoted slave. I noticed his body was firmer than I recalled. More muscles, less fat. More tattoos as well. I felt my cock firming up, not to a full erection, but chubbing nicely. How sick can it be? Here, I spent hours being molested and I am getting aroused! For fuck sake, I was not gay, and not a masochist. Was I? The fact did not went unnoticed to Dimitri. He just smiled. Fuck! Gay or not, the man was handsome. When I was done, he pushed me on my knees and turned around. And with a dubious look, he said: “If you did a good job, you won’t have a problem to lick my ass, isn’t? He firmly grabbed my head and pushed it in his ass. I ate his ass for all it worth. I don’t know how long, but I know that in the end my jaw was hurting, and my tongue was numb. Dimitri put me back on my feet and started washing me. All the time our eyes were locked on each other. At that moment, I can’t describe how I felt. It wasn’t love as no one can ever love a guy like Dimitri. It wasn’t tenderness as Dimitri wouldn’t allow such thing. “You are my property. Mine.” That’s what he told me the first time I met him. Somehow, and like many other things he told me during my excruciating encounter with him, it was engraved in me. Conditioned. That’s what I was. “Good girl. You did good. I would like to throw another fuck at you, but I have some other business to attend.” That’s it? He was done with me, and I would go home? I knew better than to show him my excitement at this possibility. I followed him in the living room where he started getting dressed. I looked around and gathered my trouser and 1 shoe. The zipper of my pants was broken. I also looked for my socks but they were nowhere to be seen. I would have to go home barefoot. My shirt was ruined when Dimitri ripped it of with his two large hands. So I would go bare chest. I left my disgusting underwear on the floor, subtly pushing them under the couch with my left foot, really careful to not draw Dimitri’s attention. I had used it to wipe Melissa’s cum from my face and I did want to be force to suck them clean... So I would go commando. Dimitri was fully-dressed, looking at his phone and frowned. Then he look at me. “You are not coming with me”, he stated. “but, don’t worry, I will take care of you. Now, back in the guest bedroom”. With a hand on my lower back, his finger playfully scratching the top of my ass crack. He directed me through the corridor toward the bedroom, to be greeted by none of the less, his forever acolyte, Carlos. “You will spend some quality time here this weekend with Carlos. He will review some of the rules that should govern your life. And you still owe me a punishment”. “Hello boy, nice to see you again”, Carlos said, motioning me to sit next him on the bed. A widescreen television was facing the double bed. Dimitri spent few minutes setting some controls, turned on the TV before sauntering of the room. It was like a security screen with 6 closed-circuit displays. For few seconds, nothing happen and then, in a blink of an eye, each circuit showed two guys having rough sex, one abusing the other. The top was verbally and physically assaulting the bottom in each circuit, and the bottom was moaning in one, begging for more in the other; the others were as pathetic as the first ones: crying of despair, gurgling around a cock shoved in his throat, screaming from a brutal fuck or the sound of ass licking and balls worshipping. They were the most obscene videos I ever seen. On them, it was me and Dimitri.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

Fuck! Embarrassment flashed through me, but there was nothing I could do. I was face-down on a big bed with a heavy man shamelessly ploughing his cock into my naked body while I had a sequence of arsegasms. Without slowing, Peter said, "This is our new fucktoy. Name's Ben, but I call him slutman or just slut. Lives next door. We get to bang him tonight." "Cool. I see you've already started doing that. But where are Flynn and Roger? I was looking forward to Roger's tight lovely arse tonight." Peter continued to thrust and said, "They're out with a mate. Where is the rest of the group?" He now pounded into me with increased force. "Kurt's out with his new boyfriend. Not sure about the others. I think it's just us tonight." A medium size bald man with skin the hue of night hovered at the edge of the bed. "Hey, Ben," he smiled. He was already unbuttoning his black shirt. "See you already started without us." My arse was full of Peter's cock, and my body refused to rest, so I just grunted and came again despite the turgid embarrassment. Without stopping Peter said, "Ben, this is Trevor. That's Frank and that one over there is Stan." "Hey," Stan gestured. Tall, thin, ginger hair, much younger than the other two middle-age men. He was undressing, too. I managed to croak, "Hey. Nice ... uff! ... to meet you." I swallowed embarrassment. Here I was, naked, on my stomach on a huge bed, hard as a rock, being fucked in my arse by another man in front of strangers, and I was cumming when they arrived. Could this get any weirder and better? Screw the embarrassment. I was here to be fucked and I was going to do that, hopefully with every one of these beautiful men. Peter suddenly stopped, lifted off my back and pulled out. I released a huge breath, levered myself up onto my hands and knees, turned around and nodded at everyone. A meek, "Hi" squeaked from my dry lips. Tongue licked then licked seductively. I was still huffing and I could feel a strange emptiness in my rear. Despite my shyness, I refused to hide myself. Instead, I allowed my prick to stand and be viewed, which I noticed Frank certainly did. Medium height and age, Trevor's hairless body sported muscles from obvious workouts. He took his small cock in his hand and began to jerk. Shorter Frank, maybe around my age, excitedly hopped from foot to foot as he stripped. Stan, curly ginger hair, seemingly friendly, stood naked and already as tumescent as myself. He had a nice smooth prick that pointed up when ready. He slowly worked the foreskin. I couldn't wait to taste it, to feel it, to have it blasting into me. Peter casually walked over to the side of the couch and said, "Ben, here, is our fucktoy for the night. He loves taking it, don't you?" Frank said, "Can't wait, man." His eyes were fixed on me. "Bet you can't, man," Trevor laughed. I watched his deep brown penis quickly inflate from small to large, an amazing transformation. I caught my mouth open. Now he was more than big enough. Now he throbbed ready and able. My mouth watered. Frank continued to stare at my wilting penis and literally licked his lips. Stan said, "He looks good enough to fuck tonight." He sat on the couch and, without hesitating, automatically reached for Peter's penis as if fondling it was a long-established habit. Trevor stepped up to the side of the bed and presented himself to my flushed face. "Come on, boy, let's see how good you suck cock." I took hold and pulled it into my eager mouth. "Woa!" Trevor said. "He's starved for it." "Yah," Peter said, "he tends to get right into it." I first licked the length then used my tongue to roll back his foreskin. As I sucked the swelling crown, he shoved and knocked the back of my mouth, causing me to almost gag. I pulled back, and swirled my tongue on the tip causing him to mildly shake. "Can't wait!" Frank said again. "Here, mate, give us your dick." Frank hopped over. Trevor took Frank's excited penis into his hand. This was as weird and thrilling combination I had ever experienced. Two other men with me and more in the wings. I continued to suck and lick and fondle Trevor while he jerked Frank. "Can't wait!" Now semi-hard, Frank suddenly bellowed again. He jumped onto the bed, scooted behind me, and roughly pulled at my hips. Somehow I managed to keep Trevor's hard dick in my working mouth while Frank eagerly probed my butt. "Got it!" he shouted. I felt him suddenly jam it up my gaping arse. No slowness here, no finesse, just a good hard thrust that knocked the wind out of me. I gasped, "Fuck!" But enormous relief rushed through my stimulated nerves. With rampant enthusiasm, the eager man began to root furiously. I grunted around a mouthful of tasty throbbing dark penis and had to admit to myself I really did love having a cock fucking me back there. Even his digging fingers felt great. And having another on which to mouthwork at the same time brought heaven to Earth. Splitting my attention between pleasuring Trevor and the pleasure Frank was fucking into me, however, was proving difficult. "Shit, man," I heard Stan say. "Are you that hard up?" Frank said, "I'm that hard! Fuck, he's slick but tight. I am going to so blast him." My dick felt hard enough to explode, and the frantic rubbing inside my arse just promoted all those lovely little prostate zaplettes, one after another. It became difficult to breathe through my nose as my body trembled and shook from Frank's pummeling and my nervous system's attempts at more mini-orgasms. For a moment I lost it. I swam in a rolling ocean of mindless emotional bliss. Trevor snapped, "Hey, dude, I'm almost there." "Sorry," I mumbled. "Got distracted." I lunged and sucked his ultra-hard cock back into my mouth so deep I almost gagged. I had heard about swallowing, so I tried to do that. It felt absolutely weird and I just gagged again. I said, "Sorry, man," then sucked so hard he laughed. I craned my head and saw Stan still gently stroking Peter's hard-again cock and watching my face with amusement. I felt so dazed I could not keep track of time. The zaplettes just kept cumming and Trevor kept thrusting. Frank suddenly yelled something and shoved with so much might that Trevor's cock almost did go down my throat. I coughed loudly. Arms whirling, he stumbled back from the edge of the bed. I held my ground while Frank continued to fuck. Fast jabs and noisy words, I didn't know if he had cum or not. Soon he slowed and fell back onto the bed. Maybe I wore him out. "Come on," I said almost panting. "More. I can take more." I turned so I could see everyone. Trevor pushed Frank off the bed and immediately raced behind me. He roughly parted my rear cheeks and I felt him probe. "Nice butt." When he found the right spot, he shoved hard, almost knocking me down. He grabbed my hips and began to silently stroke himself in and out rapidly, using me like a tight fist. He didn't say a word but breathed heavily. My entire body was forced to sway in time to his powerful pelvic thrusts. I tried to fuck back but he simply pulled and pushed my hips using me for his own pleasure. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" escaped from my trembling lips. Frank turned to Stan. "Come on, bitch, I'm still ready." Stan released Peter, stood tall. As he swayed toward the bed, his hand brushed Frank's cock. When he descended, I could not see Stan but I felt his weight next to Trevor. Trevor slowed briefly - it felt as if they might be kissing - but then sped up again. I heard something like, "You go for it, hun." I had gone soft but the slapping of his thighs against my rump and the feeling of his big cock shoveling in and out caused me to stiffen again. I felt a hand a hand on my re-swelling cock. Relief! Stan was fondling me at the same time as pleasuring Trevor. His fingers felt divine as he began to rub and stroke me. Frank climbed onto the bed on his knees and shoved his wilted cock at my face. I opened and took it in. I tasted his semen and something else, possibly me. The bed rocked even more as Peter knee-walked behind thrusting Trevor. We were all on the huge bed now and all involved. "Ready for it, Trev?" Peter announced. Trevor paused. "Oh, yeah," I heard. "You know I love being the ham in a manwich." I was suddenly shoved onto my stomach. My legs and arms shot out and I cried out in surprise. Behind me, Peter had jammed himself into Trevor and was fucking hard enough to push us all down. Stan fell onto the bed next to me. I lowered my head as I felt Trevor's cock forced in and out by Peter's savage thrusting. "You okay?" Stan almost whispered. I nodded, which was difficult given the heavy bouncing. "You cum easy, don't you. Those little ones." I nodded. "Just wait until I get into you." Stan started kissing me. Little kisses and tongue licks while I was being bombed by Trevor and Peter. I began to pant heavily. Over the uncountable minutes, the strong sensations rose in my arse until they suddenly burst. Lightening cracked. The sky split. Thunder roiled. I yelped. My cock did not shoot but it felt as if everything else did. My whole body flashed in a bright hot orgasm, an incredible astonishing sensation. I yelped loud in surprise. Peter yelled, "You fuckin' did it, mate!" "Yeah!" Trevor called. "I can feel you cumming. And I am, too! Oh yeah!" At the same time Peter unloaded into Trevor, Trev blasted his thick mangoo into me. "It just turns me on too much when someone else does me at the same time." With Peter still inside, Trevor kept shooting into me for an amazingly long time. When they finished, Peter pulled away and stepped off the bed. I struggled back up and caught a glimpse of his swollen wet and dripping cock. Trevor remained lodged inside me. He leaned over my back, and wrapped two muscled arms around my stomach. Stan rolled away and off the bed. He went back to Peter, knelt, and mouthed his wet cock. I could hear the slurping and gulping. Trevor began to root me again. He raised off my back and slapped my bum. "Feel like going again, but he's not so tight." I clamped hard and he yelped. "Oh, yeah, that's better." He moved against me, hammering his semi-hard cock in and out at high speed. I felt him swell again. He fucked on for several minutes until he finally began to "Ha...ha...ha...ha..." and jammed himself hard against me. I could feel his cock pulse as he squirted. He continued to fuck and squirt for another minute until he finally grunted loud. I loved seconds. I fell forward and saw Trevor's glistening rod then the big grin on his very happy face. Stan jumped to the side of the bed and immediately sucked Trevor. Then he stood and affectionately kissed the man. I rolled over onto my back and gestured to Frank. Grinning, Frank crawled back onto the bed and lay on top of me. When I felt his semi-hard prick slide, I wrapped my legs around his thighs, my arms around his back and clamped tight, my cheek against his. He started fucking me right away. His hot breath dampened my ear. I felt the muscles of his stocky body ripple as he pushed and pushed. I clamped and felt his cock swell. Frank was certainly enthusiastic. While Frank and I fucked, the others went to the bar and chatted. Stan kept watching us while stroking himself or Peter or Trevor. This time Frank took longer, maybe twenty enjoyable minutes. His pace varied but became faster and firmer when he neared his climax. When he came, he quietly slammed hard into me and pushed as far inside as he could. I wallowed in his delicious strong pulses. Breathing hard, I released him. He got up and off the bed and went over to the bar with the other naked men. "Ok now?" I heard Peter say. "Yeah," agreed Frank. "He's a good fuck. Gave him a big load." With several loads, my rear felt wet, leaky, so I clamped it tight. I heard Peter say, "Too bad the others aren't here. We could have really given him a workout." Trevor laughed and started to dress. Frank said, "You finished already?" "Going to my sculpting class." "This late?" "Going to see the teacher of the sculpting class." "Oh. Right. Sort of all-night instruction." "All night lessons," laughed Trevor. "But I'll be the teacher!" As I watched Frank quickly dress. I remained hard but could not bring myself to approach anyone. I waited patiently on the bed. I was still ready. Stan looked at me then glanced at Peter. "I think he needs more. How about I fuck him and then spend the night keeping you awake? You ok with that Trev?" "No worries. I won't wait up." Peter grinned. "Good plan. Have fun with him." Then to me, "Remember the house rule, slut." Trevor motioned to me, "Cheers, mate. Thanks for joining us. Been fun. See ya next time." Frank mumbled something, too. Peter left the shed with them. Stan turned toward me and grinned. He rubbed his hands together and advanced.

Part 2 - In My Neighbor's Back Yard Shed July 2021, revised May 2022 by Hozzel A/N: this story is longer, so it has been split into installments. Hope you like it. The week passed quickly. All I could think about was sex, sex and more sex. Raw sex. Blistering sex. Humping, sweaty, exhausting sex. Men making me hard and keeping me that way. Men spearing me with their raging cocks. Men forcing me to cum over and over. Me sometimes taking them, but mostly them having their naughty fun way with me. Men filling me with load after load. Oh, yes. I thought about it first thing in the morning, got hard and had to deal with that. During the day at work, still got hard and twice during the week I had to do something to make it go down for awhile. Every night I waited for one of my neighbors to contact me, come over, and have fun, but I sadly ended up doing myself again. Two, three, four times a day? Over the week I lost track of the number of times I spurted out of longing and frustration. It was as if my body, especially my dick, had reverted to teenage compulsion and ability. Online gay and trans porn helped but that was only a tease. I felt addicted to sex, and it felt fantastic. Three times I checked to see if my neighbors were having sex in their back yard again. Not a hint, not a sound. I considered rushing next door but hesitated. I even checked late one night to see if any lights were on or the sounds of fucking fluttered, but nothing. I had been told I could go over at any time and sex would never be refused. But I didn't want to seem too needy, even though I was. Finally late Saturday, my pocketphone queeped. I fumbled the phone. The message from Peter read: "It's on. Get your arse over here before 8pm, slut." Yes, yes, yes! I took another deep breath and felt my heart thump and my limp dick throb and stiffen. Finally! This was it! I showered, cleaned myself thoroughly, dressed light, and mentally girded my loins. I was out the door just before eight. It felt like the walk of eternity. A silent gibbous moon ghosted the long pebbly driveway. Frogsong echoed amongst the shadowy trees. Anticipation mounted with each step down the alleyway between properties, then around the fence, and even at my neighbor's unlit front porch. Hesitating, heart pounding, I reached and rapped. The solid wooden door swung inwards. Peter creaked the screen door open, his thick body silhouetted by harsh light. As I had seen previously he wore a white singlet and nothing else. Before I could say anything, he grabbed my t-shirt and roughly pulled me inside. "What took you so long, slutman?" "But I'm early -" He threw me against the entrance wall and savagely kicked. The door swung, clicked shut. His burly body slammed onto me, knocking my breath out. His palms flattened on either side of my head. His steely eyes locked onto mine. Grunting, he began urgently jabbing his thick cock at my crotch. I squirmed and felt his hot breath and scratchy beard. He hissed through gritted teeth, "Get your shit off!" Taking a step back, Peter yanked my stubbies down. He laughed when he saw I didn't wear a jock. I kicked flipflops and the shorts away while he pulled my t-shirt over and off. "Much better!" he yelled when I was completely nude. He slammed his body onto mine again back onto the wall. Immediately he began to thrust his rampant cock against my own stiff prong. His hot, panting breath rasped my face. His gray eyes bored into mine. His fierce desire forced me to twist and moan. My sweaty palms instinctively slid down his hairy back to his rutting hips and clenching rear. I pulled. He jammed his thick cock against my own and bucked fiercely. I twisted in unexpected explosive pleasure. His desire filled my soul with unexpected strength. Laughing in triumph, he shoved me away. "They'll be here soon but I can't wait! Come!" The older man grabbed my arm and almost ran us through his house. (Old man my arse. Peter might have been retired and in his late sixties but his sexual zing and stamina were almost as high as a teenager's.) I was pulled along a sparsely furnished family area around which doorless bedrooms gaped. He tugged me through an archway at the back of the family room, through the laundry, then out a squeaking screen door into the back yard. Cool air stung my naked body. We hurried across cement pavers to his enormous shed then through another heavy wooden door inlaid with fancy frosted glass. Peter turned the knob. The door swung inwards. From its outside appearance I had thought my neighbor's iron shed was a workshop for the old car that slept out back. But the inside caught my breath. Huge, spotlessly clean, this was no workshop but a precisely decorated recreation room. To our left an ornate fully stocked bar glistened with bottles, glasses and mirrors. Before us a green pool table waited, coloured balls triangled, cues neatly racked beside a leather couch. Behind the pool table lay an enormous bed covered by a soft red doona. A black iron frame raised the king-size mattress just off the carpet. Silver handcufs hung on a corner. A large black flat screen, flanked by tall speakers, dominated the far wall above the bed. Uplamps around the shed cast a mysterious soft glow without shadowing or glare. Green carpet flowed across the floor like a soft lawn. Black-painted egg cartons covered the walls. The room felt warm, heated by a humming air conditioner. I tried to imagine what required sound proofing. Peter rushed me around the pool table and literally threw me onto the thick mattress. I bounced and spun onto my back. Grinning, propped on elbows, my own cock standing ready, legs parted in invitation, I waited for him to pounce. Instead, he stood at the foot of the bed, fists on hips akimbo. He gazed down at me as if calculating. I stared open-mouthed at his big semi-hard cock and barrel shaped tough body, his tattooed arm, then up at his lecherous bearded face. I wondered what was going through his dirty scheming mind. "Assume the position," he ordered. I shook my head. "What?" "Worship me on your hands and knees! You got mouthin' to do first!" "Yes, sir!" I scooted down to the end of the bed, reached and gently took hold of his cock. I looked up at his stern face with an obedient puppy-dog expression. "Knock it off and get to work." Holding the base, never releasing eye contact, I opened my mouth and took him in. Heaven! I tasted the rubbery skin, hefted its growing weight. His pleasure became important; his erotic response to my stimulation mattered. I fingered and loved his cock. I sucked and licked, used my tongue to roll back his foreskin, rubbed the tight crown with my lips and tongue and fingertips, than began to jerk the stem at the same time. While I sucked and licked, I also hummed and moaned. My other hand fondled his warm balls. I felt his body quiver and jerk in response to my insistent ministrations. "Oh, that's nice, slutman. Keep doing that and I'll be ready to fuck you shortly." I worshiped that solid, rubbery pole of steely passion. I moaned and kissed and licked and rubbed and fingered and wanked, did everything I could think to mount his prurient pleasure and make him good and stiff for his eventual assault on my excited body. My own nerves seared as if electrified. My arse flamed in anticipation. This entire brazen act affected me, too, turning my body and mind on even more. A few minutes of vigorous and passionate mouth and hand work and a lovely monster purple mushroom head bounced before my smiling face, kissing lips and licking tongue. "Enough!" He pulled back and twirled his fingers. "You're an enthusiastic little cocksucker, but I like to fuck and want to cum inside your arse. Now, slutman, present yourself. Get that round butt up." Obediently, I spun around and positioned myself. I felt the bed heave and creak as he mounted and knee-walked up behind me. I gasped when his thick fingers first slid along my back, then down to my rump. My heart fluttered as he began to kneed and part the cheeks. I felt his scratchy beard against my rear then his tongue flick at the sensitive rim of my anus. I shuddered and gasped again as sparks of sensation zapped through my switched-on body. Oh fuck, did I need this! Behind me, I felt Peter silently rise then slip the bulging tip of his big bare cockhead between my fleshy rear cheeks. I took a deep breath as he pressed against my pucker. Almost panting, head down, I waited. Come on, I thought, I'm more than ready! I don't care how big you are! "Do you remember last weekend?" "Oh, yeah," I breathed. "Really well." "Want more like that?" "Been waiting!" He pushed. "You're our slut now, and if you can take it, we'll make use of you." "I can take it." "Maybe we'll just go over to your place whenever we want. That's part of our special rule. Remember that? No one can refuse a request from any other member of the group, anywhere, any time. We turn up and you have to blow us or fuck us, whatever we want. Like now." "Got it," I said. "No worries. Whenever you want." But what about whenever I want, I thought. "Good we're clear on that. Right, then, just get you lubed up first." He reached to the side. I heard a snap then felt cool smear at the entrance to my needy rectum. He pushed a thick finger in. I jerked and let out another gasp as he worked it in and out. Then his finger was replaced by something bigger, something huge trying to invade my body. Something massive. I braced myself. I felt his legs rub against mine then felt the tip of his hard cock begin to part my needy anus. Resistance is useless, I told my body. You can do it. You did it before. Just take it. I tried to force myself to relax. I blew out as he pushed slowly. I felt him squeeze into me. Huge, fuckin' huge, but somehow I just opened up for him as if my body already knew what to do and was happy to accommodate. Like before, I felt little pain as he stretched me open then stretched me more. A marvelous full sensation filled my mind as he filled my body. I felt him push slowly into me, centimeter by centimeter, deeper and deeper. Felt that monster crawl up my guts and consume my raging emotions. "Oh, fuck yes," escaped my trembling lips. "Whenever you want." I blew out. "No worries." "Like that, huh?" Fuck, he felt deep! I was now panting heavily. Every tight muscle quivered. My butt became stuffed with so much cock I thought my guts might churn. I could not help gripping it firmly with my rear muscles as I waited for him to begin the lovely friction. My body wanted to push it out but my spirit wanted it thrusting hard and filling me with its sweet juice. I felt Peter edge back but not quite out, then very slowly push in again. "Not all the way in yet but we'll get there." Not all the way? How could he possibly stuff any more inside me? I felt him push harder until something gave way and he popped in even further. He hit something deep inside and my cock almost spat. With a loud grunt and a mighty shove, his hips smacked against my butt. His enormous cock felt like a solid pole from which my entire body dangled. I felt so turned on I literally shook and wondered if I might cum anyway and pass out. My own dong flexed as it strained in anticipation. "Good man," he said and patted my rear in an approving manner. He leaned over my back, his heavy weight causing me to shake even more. He reached around and grasped my tight pulsing rod. "Very good," he said. "I like a man who can keep it hard. Shows me he's enjoying it. Right, time to fuck." Laughing, Peter released my dick, pushed and I collapsed onto my stomach. His legs parted mine. He placed his hands beneath my arms, pulled back then shoved his huge cock in again. I wuffed as he knocked my breath out. "How's that, slutman?" I nodded. "G-good." I wallowed with each thrust as he proceeded to fuck in and out with slow strong strokes. Despite his heavy weight all I could feel was his massive cock sliding in and out. I loved it! The amazing feelings leapt like lightening through my body causing me to grunt with each of his powerful jabs. Soon little orgasms began to erupt, one after the other, as his cock rubbed my stimulated prostate. I quivered and huffed and moaned with every mounting thrust. Could this get any better? "I can feel you clenching nicely. I bet I've got you cumming, too." "Oh, I'm cumming alright. No worries ... about that." It wasn't a lie. It felt as if a squence of small orgasms raced through me like wavelets crashing on a shore. I knew what they were. They felt amazing and I was thankful I could have this type of repeatable orgasm with little effort. Without slackening his pace, Peter said, "Listen, I have to warn you about the others. They can get rough." "Rough?" Wasn't this rough already? I cringed as another mini-orgasm - or as I call it "arsegasm" - seared through me. "Once they get started they won't want to stop. You are going to be well and truly shagged tonight." "Great!" I breathed. Peter's forceful fucking bounced me on the bed beneath his weight. My body hummed as small orgasms raced through my nerves. Their tension mounted until a larger one erupted, causing me to cry out. Banging of the shed door diverted my attention. What the fuck? I was in the middle of cumming. "Hey, Pete!" someone called. "Who's this pretty boy?"

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

Love truckers! I was on a solo motorcycle trip about 700 miles each way it was about 2 am I had to stop at a reststop to wam up i was freezing. I was just hanging at the vending machines to warm up and a truck driver came in and asked if I want to warm up in his truck. He said he has tv shower and its very hot. At that point I wasnt thinking anything sexual I agreed. So I climbed in. It was very nice inside like a camper. He asked if i wanted something to drink i said sure. I should have known something was in the drink. I felt a little buzzed. He said lets watch some tv and of course there was gay porn on. So i sat with him on his bed watching the porn and he started to rub my leg. I was feeling good at this point and he told me to take by boots off to get comfortable so i did. By the time I had my boots off his pants were off. I was a bit turned on at this point with the porn and him touching me. He unbuckled my pants and pulled them off. Then he started to rub my dick and balls. Yep i was hot at this point. He started to suck me i laid back and in no time he flipped me over and started to eat my ass for a long time. Yes i loved it. Then he was moving something around and I felt the lube on my hole. In no time again his dick was in me deep. He lasted a while then i heard him moan and felt his dick throb. It was actually great time. We laid there watching porn still and he started to sucked me till I cam in his mouth. Lol we both fell asleep for a few hours. then I woke up started to get dressed and he said see you later have a safe trip. Got out of the truck and the sun was up.. It was a great trip. Love to do that again!

Exactly. If it's preloaded, no matter how sloppy, I am going to cum easily. Tightness and friction don't matter at that point. My cock, and my mind, just love the way fresh semen feels in a hole I'm fucking. And discovering a sloppy hole is even better than seeing a "Cum in me, bro" tank top, because...

There is a great sub-Reddit called Where are all the Good Men (r/whereareallthegoodmen) that delves into the topic at hand quite often. I'd suggest heading over and giving it a read even if only for the comedic value of the postings, which largely consist of Online Dating Profiles from women, as commentary-by-example. It's hard to summarize this in a a simple answer, but I'll give a couple of reasons around it: The men that a woman in her 20's bypassed hat she saw as "Beta males" (whether or not they were) for the "Alpha Bad Boy" are starting to look like solid providers now that she's passed her sell-by date. Women made their mistakes in the earlier years, rode the cock-carousel with those bad boys and now they're no longer interested in her. She's usually left with a couple of kids and very few prospects. Women are flaky and have shit for brains, or just spread their legs too easily. They want a do-over but that ship long-since sailed. Men can look pretty damn good into their later years where women...well, after pushing out a few kids, aren't looking so nifty. They're on the prowl for a wallet to support them/their kids/their lifestyle, etc. You mentioned that she's not looking for financial support, but I think you're right to not want to get on that ride, especially if you're happy with your life right now. The Reddit community tends to use MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) as the acronym to summarize it. Whatever the reasons, if they wouldn't give you the time of day when you might have shown interest, you have no obligation to suddenly take an interest when it's convenient to them. Were it me, I'd run -- not walk -- away from that.

Hugely into this, porn where dudes talk about bareback always makes me cum. Love seeing a guy balls deep raw in another and hear em both talk about how good going bare is, especially if it's condom to bareback

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

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

No idea who he is but while he is in prison I hope he breed lots of negative inmates

Omg seems like we have some mutual pervy interests. [deleted]: bycboy or if you have other platform 😉 feel free to find me on bbrt as well. Detail on my profile.

A rosebud doesn't have to be permanent. i've had a few Tops who created one with me, which for me is the way to get one. i don't particularly love or hate them, but get turned on by it when my Top does. i do draw the line at prolapsing though (for me). i've had patients who had some real issues with prolapse, so i stick with rosebud. The first time i got one, i didn't even know i had one until my Top took a pic and showed it to me. i thought He was just enjoying my hole. He used His cock, fingers, dildos and was going in and then pulling out. He spent most of His time rimming me and eating me out though. He was really good at it and relaxed me and opened me up and slowly sucked and created a rosebud. For me, the "slowly" part was key. There are Tops who, to me, are impatient and immature and want instant everything, then there are Tops who luxuriate in Their power and position. That kind of Top builds trust, and for me, that is part of the process of Him being able to open and shape not only my hole, but my 'internal' hole too. It's not that it takes forever either, it's an attitude, disposition, not so much a time thing.

Yeah. Took about a month for all pain to go away. Don’t have sex meanwhile so you don’t spread it. Keep some medication at hand in case it comes back. You may have future outbreaks but will be much milder and you will immediately recognize the symptoms and self medicate. They get milder each time.

Thanks for all the comments on the first chapter hope you enjoy this one .The force of the cock in my ass shocked me and caused the searing pain that woke me up and then I could feel the warmness of what was being pumped into my arm made that go away real quick turning the pain into pleasure real quickly. I looked up and was met with the smiling face of my roommate looking down at me. I turned my head at the guy that was pumping into my ass and was awed at the addonis that was pumping real hard at my cunt and making me moan like a bitch in heat. I looked around my room and saw 4 other guys all with strong looking bodies stroking some pretty hard and impressive looking cocks. I could feel the one in my ass start to thicken and with one final slam Mr addonis unloaded such a massive load of cum in my ass. I could feel each volley of his load coat every part of my insides and it was very warm if not blazing hot and I loved it. He pulled out quickly causing a nice loud pop noise to come from my ass which was quickly replaced with another cock quickly. The second guy plunged straight in down to the root causing me to lose my breath for a moment and he stayed still for a moment to let me adjust before starting his own hammering. The first guy walked to my front and presented me with his wet cummy cock for me to clean and I instantly accepted the invitation. With these two gods at each end of me I couldn't do much but look again at my roommate and saw him smiling again. Do you like your surprise? I couldn't give him a direct answer but grunted in approval. What you didn't know Jacob was that you thought we were at 2 separate parties but we were at the same and I saw you strike out a few times at getting laid so once I saw you leave for home I hopped on Grindr real quick and got ahold with all these guys and talked to all of them into fucking you crazy with no stops. Once everyone agreed we waited until I figured you were sleeping and we went into the house to find you. I knew Jeremy was crafty and I was so happy he was because I was so loving the attention I was getting. My mind went back to feeling the large cock buried in my cunt and the other buried in my throat and felt amazingly full. These two men matched each others thrusts so they pulled out and buried in again at the same time. I am lucky I have no gag reflex and was able to feel this long rod make its way down my throat. The man fucking me was picking up the pace and so did the guy in my throat and I knew what was about to happen. They both slammed in me hard at the same time and I could feel both loads gushing into my holes as well as another slam in my arm where my roommate injecting a nice slam of Tina in me making me soar off the bed. They both pulled out of me and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was full again and sure enough another cock in my cunt and other in my throat. It went like this for a while and I lost track of time until everyone in the room had a turn at my holes. Once everyone got their turn I was untied and sat up and given something to drink. I figured I knew what it was and when I felt the tart taste of the piss I gulped it all down. I came down on my high a bit and could feel the soreness in my ass and my throat but what I felt most of all was happy and full. I stood up and felt all the loads in my ass start to trickle out and walked to each of the guys standing in my room and gave them each a big hug and shoved my tounge down their throats. I got to my roommate last and told him I was very grateful for him doing this and that we made our agreement he was smiling at me and hugged me and I whispered in his ear that the night isn't over yet. I stuck a needle in Jeremy's ass and pushed the plunger down and in a split second Jeremy started to go to sleep. Jeremy didn't see that one of the guys handed me a syringe while we were hugging and kissing and that he had whispered to me that it was a sleeping drug and to stick Jeremy's ass with it so we could all set up some more fun before the night was over.

They asked me if I wanted some more tina. Hell yes. They asked if I had ever heard of a butt rocket. I said no, but if they recommended it, I was game. They put some Tina and water in a syringe with no needle and put it in my ass. They told me to hold it as long as I could. I could already feel the stuff going to work. I became incredible fixated on my ass. All I could think about was finding more cocks to fuck me and cum in me. After a while, they asked me if I wanted to go to the maze. I had seen it when I was looking for my room and it looked promising. We went over and walked into the darkness. The maze was almost pitch-black. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that there were 10 or 15 guys milling around. Some guys were sucking cock through glory holes that were cut in the walls. I found a glory hole for myself and knelt down. Almost immediately I was presented with another beautiful cock. From what I could see of the guy he was Latino and uncut. I started sucking his cock, as my two fuck buddies watched and encouraged me. Give him your ass they urged. The idea of having a guy whose face I had never seen felt nasty, forbidden, dangerous, and totally exciting. I turned around, placing my ass up against the hole. I rubbed his cock on my ass, and groaned. He pushed forward, and I had my third bare cock in my ass in less than an hour. It was even better than before. I was so lubed with sperm and the party favors had me thinking only with my ass. The guy in my cum hole couldn't last very long. I heard him grunt thorough the hole and again that warm, squishy feeling. It was so good. While I was being fucked, I had my eyes closed as I just focused on being fucked. As the cock slipped out of my ass, I looked up to see that I was being watched by about 5 or 6 guys. That thought turned me on even more. There was a lot of sex going on in the maze, but I was the most blatantly cock-crazed. I felt like I was just getting started. How many guys could I get to fuck me?

Here is another one of my favorite pozzing stories for your enjoyment: As I think I mentioned before I often meet up with guys through Craig's list and the like and I have a couple of different email addresses as sometimes I might post multiple adds. Generally one will be a normal "top looking to fuck bottom" type of add and sometimes I'll hang it all out there and see if someone is up for something much more radical. So one night I have an ad up "Poz top seeks younger neg guy interested in taking my raw seed." Its not the sort of thing that generates a lot of response but I figure heck maybe I'll get lucky and find a bugchaser in my area. Well one night it paid off when I get an email from this kid Nathan who says he's a top but interested in getting pozzed so that he can poz guys he fucks. I of course invite him over immediately telling him we can talk a bit when he arrives. Nathan shows up a short time later and he's around 19-20 about 5'11 165lbs or so with a good build and it turns out very smooth. He looks very much like your typical midwestern farm boy which is what he turns out to be. And as I discovered later he has a gourgeous 7.5" long thick cock with a nice set of shaved balls. I ask him he he got interested in bug chasing and he explains to me that he'd found some stories online about guys getting pozzed and it had been and incredible turn on. He loved thinking about fucking a buddy at college knowing that he was gonna give the guy a load of charged cum. He said he'd never really bottomed before but he knew if he wanted to get pozzed it was probably the best way. I asked him why he'd never bottomed before and he said that he'd tried it once and it hurt like hell just getting the guy half way in so he had stopped it there. I explained to him that when I was through with him his staus would definetly have changed from neg to poz and that once we got started there would be no backing out. I also warned him that I wasn't going to be gentle popping my cock up his tight ass. He was clearly very nervous but agreed to go forward. I ordered him to strip naked and then collected his clothes and locked them away explaining to him that like it or not he was now staying for the night. I'll never forget the sight of him standing there with a "what the fuck am I doing" look on his face breathing slightly fast his cock rock hard looking hot as hell I took him to my bedroom where I undressed and ordered him to his knees so that he could suck my cock. He eagerly complied and it was quickly obvious that while Nathan might be a virtual anal virgin mine was not the first cock he had sucked. He took my 8" length down his throat and worked it like a pro my pre cum filling his mouth. But it wasn't his mouth I wanted it was that beautiful neg ass. I pulled him up and pushed him onto the bed pushing his legs up to his chest and fully exposing his tight lil hole. Best of all his ass was natuarlly completely smooth. "Fuck yeah man" I said fingering him "you ready for my poz fuck tool up inside there?" He was breathing fast at this point and clearly not sure if he really wanted 8" up his ass but he bravely replied "yeah man give it to me." I moved into position between his legs my cock slick with pre and his spit and proceeded to roughly lube his hole with only my spit. "Aren't you gonna use lube?" he asked nervously to which I replied no as I wanted to make sure my poz cum got inside his blood stream. I mounted him and began to firmly push my cock inside him and as I did he winced and squirmed begging me to stop and telling me how much it hurt. Ignoring him I drove my death tool inside him as he all the while was whimpering "Fuck that hurts noo please ohh God uhhhhhh". I gave him only a short moment to adjust before I started fucking him and soon the combination of fluids in his ass had my cock sliding smoothly in and out. As his hole opened up Nathan began to discover just how good a cock head massaging your prostrate can feel and his cries of pain so became moans of pleasure. The best was yet to come though. I don't think Nathan had really thought through getting pozzed and instead had allowed himself to get carried away with a fantasy. And much like a person who does something dumb and then regrets it as I fucked his hole Nathan's mind started reminding him that maybe getting pozzed wasn't in fact the best idea he'd ever had. Sensing this I began to play to it as my cum surged in my balls. "Yeah Nathan you feel my poz death stick inside you? Feel it fucking your ass? Yeah boy I'm getting close..getting ready to poz your little ass but good" Hearing me talking like that Nathan started trying to back out. He couldn't supress his rock hard cock or the feelings my cock head was giving him as it massaged his prostrate but he started trying to play what I'll call the "time out" card. "Wait man.. wait.. no" he was saying and he limply tried to push me off him. I held him firmly though and continued to fuck him telling him how my poz load was building and how soon it would be inside of him infecting him. "yeah boy my cock his opened up that little ass of yours....Its ripe Nathan... Its ready for my poison seed" I told him. His meek attempts to back out only made me hornier and I wanted to make sure he knew the moment it happeed to him. "Fuck boy here it comes" I whispered in his ear "here comes my toxic death seed" Nathan hearing this whipered "Ohh fuck..Off fuck Ohh fuck..God..no..please..Ohh Fuck" almost non stop and I turn Got louder "yeah boy here it comes..here comes my poz seed in your neg cunt... yeah....uhhh.....uhhhh....ahhhh...AHHH.....FUCK BOY YEAH I"M CUMMING!!" As I yelled this and came I drove my dick extra deep inside Nathan planting my poz load deep in his gut. This drove Nathan over the edge as he cried out and his cock exploded shooting several large spurts of cum onto his face and chest. I worked my cock around inside him making sure to coat as much of his hole as possible with my toxic seed. And Looking at the tinges of blood on my cock I was sure it would take. Then I wiped Nathan's cum with my fingers and made him eat what was the last purely neg load his cock would ever shoot. He confessed later as we lay there in bed that he'd never cum so hard in his life but he was definetly having second thoughts about what he'd just done. He wanted to go but I wouldn't let him and I fucked another 3 loads into his ass that night and by the last he was begging for my poz seed and begging me to poz his ass. Sure enough the pozzing took and Nathan got his fuck flu. Having awakened him to the pleasure of being fucked he never went back to being a total top though I'd say he was about 90% since from what he told me I was the only one who fucked him. The best part was hearing him describe how he was sinking his own poz seed into neg boy pussies over at the school. He actually managed to capture on video too the first guy he ever pozzed getting the kid into his dorm room with his web cam running as he fucked his load into the guys ass. Nothing like watching a gifter you created pass on his gift to another.....