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Updated Version 2 He was 19 the first time he was fucked in the ass by a man. It didn't go well and unfortunately turned him off gay sex for quite some time... **** It was the end of his sophomore year and his other roommates had already moved out. He had another week with their apartment to himself. Old, not well maintained, not in a great part of town. Seemingly everybody knew the gate code. He only owned a bunkbed and desk and a chair. Otherwise the place was empty with a few miscellaneous items scattered around. This place was the pits. Still, he was feeling unleashed like never before in his life. Place to himself, girlfriend on vacation with her family. He was flush with cash having gotten his last paycheck from his work study job and he didn't owe rent for next month. He decided to treat himself. His heart was pounding in the parking lot of the porno store. He took a deep breathe and hopped out of his shitbox Toyota. The walls of smut were bracing. He got an immediate hardon. He was 19 and looked younger. Blonde and blue eyed. 6 foot but slight. So he was glad the clerk didn't pay any attention as he browsed the straight porn, intoxicated by the box images. He decided to get an anal themed movie, 4 hours, on sale, lol. He knew he wanted to check out the gay porn too but couldn't bring himself to at first. He took a look at the movies for a second and then swerved away like he'd made a mistake? Finally, cheeks blazing red, he started looking directly at the gay movies. They had a big section. A lot of what he saw at first had really fit, pretty guys fucking with condoms on. He picked up a couple of boxes and looked at the backs. He dared himself to look closely and he did. Why did he want to be fucked in the ass? How was he so sure that he did? He moved through the shelves, discovering nastier, bareback stuff. He couldn't believe he was looking at an asshole dripping with cum on the cover of a DVD. He got a crazy rush. Why did he want that to be his hole? He picked it up and grabbed another nasty movie advertising unprotected sex. He paid $78 for the DVDs and tube of lube he snatched off the counter at the last second and headed out. Back home, he put one of the gay discs in his PCs drive. The menu came up. Hot Desert Knights? He pressed play and watched the first scene. The video quality was not great but otherwise he jumped into the deep end of the gay porn pool. He shot a load as he watched a man in a sex swing took multiple loads He felt disgusted but kept watching. The men fucked their friend's hole aggressively. The bottom seemed to love it. ____ loved it when he fucked her hard, too. He posted a message on the hookup site of the day. He said he was 19, a college student, alone at his apartment, and looking for dick. "Moving out next week." He got a lot of emails. One of them said he could be there in 20 minutes. He gave the address. "The gate code is ____." The knock at the door came quickly. There was his new friend. Older than he expected but bearing tequila. "I'm Mike." A couple of shots in the empty kitchen had him pretty tipsy. He didn't feel attracted to Mike but couldn't stop thinking about the dick pic he'd sent earlier. Not huge, but thick and with a big purple head. "Sorry the only place to sit is my bed." "Yeah that's no problem" Mike said suggestively. They went into the bedroom. Mike laughed loudly at the sight of the bunk bed. "Oh sorry, we were packed in here. Broke college kids." he said sheepishly. Mike just winked. "Sorry just a minute." He went to the restroom and paced for a full minute. He splashed water on his face. He was gonna do it. He came out to hear the porn blaring from his computer speakers. Fuck, he must've left it paused. Mike was naked, sitting on his chair with his hard cock in his meaty hand. "Oh uh" Mike just winked. **** "Look at me." Mike grabbed his face firmly but gently and looked him in the eyes. "You invited a stranger to your apartment?" "... Yes" He squirmed as Mike rocked deep in his hole, grabbing the sheets with his left hand. "You invited him--me--to fuck you in the ass?" "Yes." He looked back intently. "You want cum loads in your faggot ass don't you?" "No..." "Jerk your dick." He was totally soft but soaked in precum. Mike stayed inside but stopped fucking him. After a beat he did as he was told. "Make that dick cum for me bitch." He was so conflicted, so horny, so confused. How had he gotten himself into this? He shot the hardest jet of cum of his life. It landed on his neck and bedsheet. The rest of his load made a huge mess on his stomach. Mike started pumping again, his dick felt astronomically huge. "Good boy." He scooped some of his cum off and made him eat it. Not great. How had _____ swallowed so much so cheerfully? How was that on his mind at a time like this. He tried to relax. Mike was fucking him. Mike was going to keep fucking him until he came in his ass. One time was probably going to be okay. Habitually engaging in unprotected intercourse would of course have a predictable outcome. But he had decided for sure, with Mike still fucking him, that this would be the last time. **** "Remember, I only want to have sex with a CONDOM." He said drunkenly. Mike squirted lube on his asshole and shoved two fingers inside. He recoiled, sobering up some. "Gentle please" His friend's friendly demeanor was gone. He pulled out his fingers and squirted another glob of lube on his bare cock. "Condom. You agreed." " We both know you want it raw." He was inside him and it was true. "No, please don't." Okay. Mike was fucking his ass. He felt like a cheap slut and that was the biggest turn on. "I assumed you'd be some" *wap* *wap* "worn out faggot." *wap* *wap*. "This really your first time?" He was wide-eyed trying to process the situation. Mike was fucking him like, well, he'd fucked girls. ******* "You want cum loads in your faggot ass, don't you?" Mike badgered him. "Yes..." "Say it bitch." Whatever. "cum in my faggot ass Mike. Give me your load." "Uhh. Uuuh yeah. It's right there." He stayed buried in him for a long minute and finished with a couple of final pumps, finally pulling out. He gasped. Suddenly Mike was all cheer again. "Thanks dude that was great. I hope you had fun." Mike winked. He was more or less incapable of replying and finally Mike said "take a deep breath" and went to the bathroom. He curled up into the sheets, cum and lube be damned. Mike came out and got dressed without further comment. He didn't move. Mike sat in his desk chair. "Your first time bottoming is really intense. I'm sure it's a lot to deal with but I know you'll be itching for more cum before you know it."

Smiling broadly, MJ said, "Dads, we have a question for you. Now that you know about the cams in the house, do you want us to take them down or leave them? Speaking for myself and TJ, we want them to capture tonight's blessed event and have them to watch on special occasions. After all, tonight, we shall be reborn as poz men with birthday 'gifts' like no other. I have to say that we enjoyed watching our nasty dads doing nasty things with each other and to other nasty men and yes, I now see the difference of 'with' and 'to'. As lovers it's 'with' and with others it's 'to'. Whatever the 2 of you decide, we'll do as you wish." Chiming in, TJ said, "At the risk of trying to be persuasive, I'[m going to add my 2 cents. Watching our dads not only showed how deeply they love each other, but that MJ and I love each other just as deeply. Of course, seeing you being nasty with others is a huge fuckin turnon! The fair thing to do is to show you the videos and let you decide if we keep them or not." Matt stroked Ty's cheek. "We should be proud of each other. Here we are, 2 nasty QUEERS and we both raised nasty QUEER sons who love each other and us! All that and they're considerate. Yes, tonight's blessed event should be preserved for posterity. On a personal note, I'd like to see how I look in action. Ty's expression of blissful satisfaction is etched in my mind." "From our first night together, you put that expression of blissful satisfaction on my face, lover!" Ty exclaimed. I'm proud of both of our sons and I've never been prouder of my love for you. Sons, we have an announcement that needs to be shared. Now that our relationship is out in the open, we've decided to make it official. Once the 2 of you are properly pozzed and over the fuckflu, we'll be building a house for the 4 of us, with 2 master suites so you young men can live openly as lovers and on occasion, the 4 of us can also be lovers." Holding back tears, Matt said, "Just one more reason why I love this amazing man! After all these years, he knows what's in my head. Of course, he know what's in my heart because he's in there!" "Those 2 sound like a married couple, all lovey dovey!" MJ said. "Do you think that'll be us someday? I sure hope so. TJ, you're in my heart and we have 2 living examples of what a loving couple is. Let's eat before dinner gets cold. They ate in silence, exchanging seductive glances between bites and sips of beer. It was obvious to all how close they had become since the morning. Finishing his last bite, TJ asked, "Dads, how did you guys get into piss?" "I'll take this!" Matt declared. "We'd gone to a kegger at one of the frat houses and of course, we both needed to piss. Standing side by side at the toilet, I looked down at your dad's pissing cock and damn, I found it sexy! Reaching down I took it in my hand, feeling the piss flowing through it. Giving into a sudden urge, I put a finger into his stream and brought it to my mouth. Bitter but delicious! Of course how could anything that came out of Ty's cock not be delicious and your dad thought it was hot as well, dipping a finger in my stream and tasting it. The logical next step was to drink from the tap and we've been doing just that ever since. As your new dad, would you like to drink from me? Ty, you can feed MJ." Both dads fed their new sons and then both sons fed their new dads. There was piss kissing all around and it gave the 4 of them a new bond. To be continued

Was at Club Z last night. Spun out in my room, and decided to try "open door, ass up." After about 10 minutes, I felt a finger probing my hole. I didn't look up - just moaned. A few seconds later, I was being filled with a hard cock. A quick pump and then a load was dumped. Never saw who it was and really didn't care - made it hotter. I got up and headed for the dark area....

Last weekend I came to Cincinnati for work. I started hooking up on Grindr as I do every night. After a couple hookups with guys way hotter than I was expecting. I decided to stay in town an extra night and host some group action in my room. I’ve done this a a few times successfully, but usually in Atlanta. This is my first trip to Ohio and I wasn’t expecting to find so much amazing BBC. I basically told every guy that was fun to hookup with that I’d be hosting Friday night. In the end I had a total of 7 men in my hotel room at one time. I just left the door unlocked and the guys had my room number while I lay in bed wearing a leather chest harness and a red jockstrap. I just had my vibrator in use until the first man showed up. He was an older black man with a very strong body, but not defined. Very nice long thick uncut cock. I started by sucking him while laying on my stomach and him playing with the toy in my hole. Right before he climbed on top and replaced the vibrator with his cock two more guys walked in and just had me sucking them off in turn. The first top pounded me until I felt the usual throbbing and my first load of the night. He sat back on the bed and watched the skinnier of the couple take his place while I was getting slapped in the face by the other guys cock. The others started showing up with of the next hour or so. Pretty much all night went the same way I’d be sucking one or two with one in my ass as others who were waiting to go again watched and had a few drinks. Finally toward the end of the night a much younger but really hung and rock hard man took me on top while one of the first guys was under me trying to get his cock in at the same time. I didn’t think it would happen (I’m a slutty bottom, but typically I stay fairly tight) then it really happened. It hurt so fucking bad I screamed with one guys cock in my mouth. The young guy was really slamming it home as the others laughed and cut up around me. I was crying a little bit but really enjoying my first DP experience. Not long after the young hung guy came, pulled out quickly followed by the other one. I laid there for a minute still sucking off one of the guys while weeping a bit. Soon after the guys started to leave and when I was finally alone again I was so sore I just laid there for awhile. First time in years I was too sore to try hooking up again that night. This morning I took my shower and noticed my hole was actually bruised. Still sore so I didn’t go on looking tonight. The young hung guy that started the DP did ask to come back. Obviously I wasn’t going to turn him away. We had a nice and much more chill hookup, he even rimmed my hole for a few minutes before gently pushing himself into my ass. This time he was slow be long strokes in me until he moaned and came deep inside. We just laid there with him groping my chest until he finally kissed me again and just said to hit him up when back in town. Definitely going to remember Cincinnati well 😁. Back to the South tomorrow and my usual Tops.

Pozzed Cheerleader 7 I walked or rather I slogged my way over to the Fieldhouse where the cheer squad practices. The men and women each have their own locker rooms. When I got there the room felt different, like they all had been talking about me and they hushed when I entered the room. Jamie had his locker near mine and Mark was a few away from me. We made small talk and soon the locker room was back into the swing of things. I turned my back on everyone to slip my jock on to hide my plug. I was wondering how my shorts were going to hide that thing. I just put it out of my mind. I scanned the room sizing up all the guys on the team. There were 8 of us. I knew Mark was bi, Jamie was gay and in the same situation as me. Michael was more than likely gay, but came off as a condom nazi. Jim was straight and dating the head cheerleader. Andy was an unknown, but he did hang with Jamie a lot and so did Jalen and Ty (the two black guys on the team). So, converting this team I may have my work cut out for me. WE tossed and tumbled our way through 2.5 hours of grueling practice. I mean tossing 120lb bitches in the air can be exhausting. I decided to hang back in the locker room as I did not want to get in the shower with everyone with the plug still in my ass. So I killed as much time as I could. I had 3 fresh loads from the bathroom this morning and I knew Mark, Jamie and Jalen were taking their sweet-ass time in the shower as well. I waited till I could not wait any longer. Most of the guys were gone, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and scooted into the shower. Jamie snickered, “I heard you spent some time in the Union hall bath this morning, that was my duty till you came along, it was supposed to go to Mark”. I must have looked shocked at hearing Mark was supposed to have that duty. I wondered what they had him doing. I would find out soon enough. I heard a slight moan through the steam of the shower and made my way towards the sound. It was Mark bent over with Jalen slamming his huge black cock in and out of his ass. Jamie assured me he was a recent convert and would be going up to see George and the crew in a couple of weeks for a full conversion. For now though, he is just using our cunts whenever the urge strikes him. I hoped the urge would strike me soon I thought. I asked Jamie who else was converting over. He assured me the whole team at some point they just don’t know it yet including the girl (that is a story for another time) . I wondered where did I come in with all this. Funny, you should ask that Jamie said and at the time Ty strolled into the shower. “I heard you give good head” Ty quizzed me. My answer was to pull him to me under the shower stream and fall to my knees and swallow his massive dark cock. I really took a liking to black cock the last few days. I could see out of the corner of my eye Jamie move over behind Jalen and begin to eat his ass. Poor bastard was being set up for being fucked and he did not even know. I heard Jalen moan, “tongue my ass deeper, you white cunt.” I thought I would take some initiative and let my fingers do the walking with Ty and would let them roam his backside. He pulled his cock out and smacked me hard against the face and said, “no touching my ass you white faggot cocksucker. I am not faggot like you mother fuckers!’ Oh, he was going to be a challenge. I went back to blowing him and giving him the best head he ever had in his life and I knew some of the girls that have blown him including my ex. Jamie was really working over Jalen to the point he was bent over sucking Mark while Jamie had two fingers in his pussy. I was amazed. Ty looked down at me and said, “looks like you faggots turned another one. I never thought they would get Mark, but you I knew it was a matter of time before they turned your faggot ass,” His words stung for a moment, but as far as he knew they just made us “gay”. He knew nothing about the pozzing. Jalen told Jamie that was enough. He wanted two cocksuckers on his massive tool. They did not have to be told twice. I was working on Ty's massive cock and tonguing his taint. His cock was impressive when it was fully hard. He was fully aroused when he told me to get up, bent over and present my used cunt to him. I did as I was told. Ty spit on my hole and guided his black cock into my pozzed hole. I let out a moan when I felt his wiry pubes against my ass. He did not wait for me to get accustomed to his big tool before he started fucking my hole. He used me like he owned me like Jalen was using Mark and Jamie. They sucked his massive cock until he ordered Mark to assume the same position that I was in. Jamie got behind Jalen once again and used his marvelous mouth on his ass. Ty was holding onto my hips as he pounded my ass as hard as I had been in my short time as a bottom slut. “I am going to breed your ass” he breathed hard. “I am going to make you three sluts a weekly cock stop!” With that I felt his cock expand and explode into my cunt. I lost count of the amount of loads I had in my ass that day or even swallowed. Across the shower, I heard Jalen cum in Mark’s ass while Jamie beat his load into the drain while he finished lapping Jalen’s scrumptious ass. The two black power tops showered and took a moment to drain their cocks on us as we three sub sluts let their piss flow over us and then down the drain. After they left, the three of us showered separately until Mark got a hard on from fingering the loads from his ass. I was still horny. So, I asked him to fuck me under the shower while I sucked off Jamie. More to Cum Joey

15. “How do you feel,” Mike asked after the men had gone. He stood stretching and cracking his back. I felt exhausted and used, still resting most of my weight on the back of the couch. “Amazing,” I replied. I made to get up but Mike stopped me saying, “Hold on, bend back over. I wanna see that hole.” I lent back forward and Mike moved behind me. He bent down, got eye level with my ass. “God, your fucking hole is wrecked. You’ve turned this into a real cunt in like three days.” He slid a finger along my hole, and I pressed back making my hole open a little more for him. “Fucking beautiful.” “Thank you.” “Do you have another top lined up yet?” “No, it was just those two so far.” “Ok, stay right there.” He went into his room while I stayed bent over the arm of the couch. He came back a few moments later, a long silvery orange dildo in his hand. It was almost 18 inches long, tiny at the tip but like a large faired plug at the bottom. It already shone with lube. He lined the slithery toy up with my hole and fed its length slowly inside my guts. It twisted and wiggled its way right past my second hole till the full length was almost inside me; and then pop, the base locked into my battered hole. I was wildly full, and found that I was panting a little. “Oh fuck Matt,” I said a little breathlessly, “I feel so stuffed. Jesus. This is perfect.” “I love that toy. After my first week locked I slept with it in for almost a month. Kept me ready for cocks at any moment. My hole would feel open and stretched all day even when I didn’t have it in.” “That sounds so hot, do you mind if I…” “That’s why its in your cunt boy. You’re going to sleep with it in your hole from now on, I may even send you to work with it in your hole. I bet your boss will love finding that inside you the next time he fucks you.” “Oh yes please.” “I’m going to meet a friend for a drink… you should probably rest your pussy. Three days of raw cock, plus sleeping pluged will wear a cunt out and you don’t want to have to stop getting fucked do you?” “God no.” He kissed me deeply, and then went to get dressed. I laid down in my room, naked except for the cage and tugged on the toy locked deep inside me. I groaned. I head Matt leave, and lost myself in the feeling of fullness. Slowly, I drifted off into another fitful sleep. The next morning I showered and got ready for work. I thought about leaving the plug at hole but after slicking it with lube again and riding it a few times I decided I didn’t want to give up the feeling of fullness. I pushed it back into my hole and put on a pair of very tight white briefs to help hold it in. The vibrations of the subway train through the plug were almost too much for me, and by the time I got to work I was so worked up that a cool sweat was running down my back. I groaned a little when I say down in my desk chair and felt the plug push just a little bit further into my guts. I’d been at my desk for maybe ten minutes when and email came through from my boss. “Please come to my office when you can – Steve.” My hole twitched thinking about Steve’s big raw cock siding inside me again. I wasted no time, and rushed as fast as I could without dropping the plug out of my hole, to my boss’s office. The cute male secretary who normally sat in front of his office was gone, and the shades were drawn behind the windows. I knocked on the office door, and it was quickly opened by Steve. He was smartly dressed in a tight-fitting button down that I now knew covered his stunning muscled furry body, and gray trousers that at this moment barely hid his bulge. “Oh good! You’re here.” He said with a broad grin, “come in.” He stepped back and let me in the office. I was, to say the least, surprised by what I found on the other side of the door. Sitting on the couch opposite Steve’s desk was his secretary Blake. Which, was not in itself shocking, what was shocking was that Brian was completely naked, sporting a hard 9 inch cock. He looked at me, a wicked light in his bright eyes, and winked. “Let me explain a little,” Steve said, closing the office door, “Blake and I have been fooling around for quite some time, and this morning I was telling Blake here about good your cunt felt yesterday and how desperate you were for loads now that you’re locked.” “And we decided maybe you would enjoy a little early morning breeding session to get the day going,” Blake finished for him, getting up and stroking his rock hard dick. “Like I told Steve yesterday,” I stepped closer to Blake and got on my knees. “My hole is his, whenever he wants it.” I grabbed Blake’s cock, and pulled him closer, “And yours too.” “Now, before you start swallowing Blake, strip.” “Yes, Sir.” I stood up and facing Blake and Steve stripped off. I dropped my clothes behind me onto the couch, being careful to keep the plug in my hole hidden from them, I wanted it to be a surprise. “You look good as a caged up sub,” Blake said. “Thank you. I feel good.” “Now can he such my cock?” “Yes, now he can suck your cock.” I dropped back to my knees, and gobbled down Blakes cock. The salt of his pre cum hit my tongue, and instantly I arched my back, my body responding somewhat out of instinct. It felt good, having this fat cock slide into my mouth. My saliva glands went into overdrive, making sure that I gave this man the best blow job I could. As I swallowed Blake, Steve moved behind me, and then I heard a low whistle. “You’re plugged today too.” “Yes Sir,” I responded, letting Blake’s cock out of my mouth just long enough to respond. “You get more and more slutty every day. Let’s get this plug out though so I can use your cunt.” Steven started to pull on the plug, and I arched my back more to give him better access to my hole. I felt my ass lips being pulled out with the wide base of the long snake like toy until finally they released and the whole thing came slithering out. “Jesus fuck,” Steve said, “This thing is huge, and your cunt is so fucking open…” I heard him get up and undress quickly, then he was back at my hole, “we may get no work done today playing in this cunt.” “Fine by me,” Blake said, his hands were now twisted in my hair holding my face in place as he fucked my face.

My friend asked if I would be up for a fuck party. A guy in DC was hosting and made it clear that all fucking was bareback Also all bottoms could refuse no dick we went there and got in about 9:00 pm It was crowded I just took off all clothes and lay on stomach on one bed I think I must have had 7 guys fuck me. Highlight was two young guys who DP me while I was sucking a guy Both blew their loads deep in me

Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had bred us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Pozzed Cheerleader 6 Mark and I were thoroughly used and abused by Jamal and Darnel. I laid there in the middle of the living room floor with my ass in the air with the butt plug fitter firmly deep in my used ass. Mark had gone to take a shower while Jamal and Dar went to bed. The lights were unceremoniously turned off on me like I was an afterthought. I woke up in the middle of the night cold and stiff from sleeping on the floor and the room was dark. I made my way to my room making sure my phone was charging. I had a 730 class so i still had a couple of hours to sleep. I used them all. I made it through my 730 class and was walking back through the Union when I got a text asking if I was hungry. I did not recognize the number, but I responded back anyway with a ‘yes’. “Go to the bathroom on the erd floor in the western hall!” a text shot back. I started to reply, but another text shot back instantly with… “Don’t think…Do it” I felt chided, but I climbed two flights of steps and made my way down the main hall to the western hall to the lone mens room there. Once I got there another text came telling me to take the middle stall. I hung my book bag on the door. I dropped my shorts and sat on the toilet and was about to text, “now what”, but before I could. I got a “WAIT…you have a 90 minutes before your next class, remove your plug”. Whoever I was talking to knew what I had been through. I sat patiently for just a few moments. When I heard the outer door of the bathroom squeak open and then the inner door. I knew these restrooms were used for cruising, but I never cruised. Well, I guess until today that is. Whoever just walked in took the stall to my right against the wall, he undid his pants and sat down. I carefully watched from the racquetball seized hole in the partition as he stroked his big black dick to near hardness. When suddenly he shoved his cock through the hole. He spoke, “you the white cocksucker?” I answered by swallowing 5 inches of his hard 8 that came through the hole in the wall. I sucked on his thick prick. He moaned his acceptance of my mouth on his cock. He told me to get it wet cause it was going in my ass soon. I still had not recovered from Saturday or Sunday, but I was not going to argue. I just was unsure of being fucked in a pusblic place. I sucked his massive prick slobbering on it as much as I could when he told me to fuck myself on his black wood cock. I barely hesitated before I spun around and backed myself onto his cock. He let out an audible moan of satisfaction as I took as much of his I possibly could. I bounced back on his meat. His breathing was ragged and I soon felt his cock expand and explode filling my ass with his gooey jizz. I felt his cock spasm 5 or 6 times. My ass felt full, but I knew I was not done yet. My anonymous fucker withdrew his massive prick, adjust his pants and was gone. I never knew his name or saw his face. I clenched to hold his load in me. I pushed the plug back into my cunt to keep from leaking and to keep his hot load deep in my ass. I sat down and wondered what I had got myself into, but did not have to ponder long as the outer door opened and shut, and like clockwork the scenario nearly played out the same, but this time. There was no “get to know ya”. This nameless, faceless prick, but equally as large dong but more brown slipped through the gloryhole. I just spun on the toilet seat and started sucking like it was my job. I could hear him moan his approval over the stall wall. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes when he pulled out of the hole and dropped down. Shoved his thick Mexican dick under the stall and told me to squat on it. I could see the scorpion tat with a “+’ sign right by the stinger. I was pretty sure I knew what that meant, but I no longer cared. I pulled the plug once again from my ass. I was getting good at that, and lowered my white ass onto his massive cock. I hovered on his cock, while he slammed into me from under the stall. He drove his cock as deep as he could into me. I forgot for a moment where I was and let out a loud moan that I thought for sure someone outside would hear. I begged him to cum in me. I wanted his tainted seed deep in my bowels impregnating me. I had sweat dripping off of my forehead as I squatted on this nameless, faceless but seemingly positive cock. I begged him to breed me. When I said” fill me with your poz load papi!” He came like a geyser combined with the last guy’s cum. I leaked like a broken faucet. I could feel my ass dripping on his balls. He told me to clean him up. I quickly plunged the plug back into my cummy asshole and licked his cock and balls clean of my ass and his cum. I did not want anyone to walk in on us like that. I looked at my watch and I still had an hour before my next class and another text message telling me that I had two more guys to service. It was now my duty every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between my first and second class to report to this bathroom and service whomever comes and to do whatever they request. I should dress comfortably and be prepared for 4 to 8 loads a day in the morning alone. I had just enough time to finish reading the text when I looked up to see another dark cock being pushed through the hole. I later learned I was servicing some professors on campus who did favors for the football and basketball teams. I did not care most of them had big cocks and could fuck and none of them asked about status. I was just a willing hole for them. They did not want to know who I was and I did not want to know who they were. If they wanted to be known I would find out soon enough. By the time, my class started that morning. I had serviced 5 cocks3 of them took my ass and two orally. They gave me plenty of time to get cleaned up for class, but I still could feel my ass leaking all afternoon. When I had to go to cheer practice and had to face Jamie and Mark. I could all their eyes on me. Even my now ex-girlfriend. I saw her kissing her new ‘friend’ the starting linebacker for the football team. I hoped he was on George’s list to get this year. More to CUM Love the hot email I have jerked off to you guys as much as you have jerked off to my stories. Joey

Yesterday afternoon, I was in line behind a 25 year old who was making his 1st visit, at least to that particular bathhouse. The only reason I know is the guy working the window was going over the rules with him and told him he was eligible for a discount since he was 25. An hour or so later I saw him leaving, and I am assuming he left without having any kind of sex, since in spite of a decent sized crowd I don't think there was a damned thing going on sexually, the only thing I saw while he was there was guys circling, posing and completely ignoring each other sexually. I wasn't able to entice him to do anything with me, and there weren't any guys going at it to break the ice. If my 1st visit to a sex venue had been like that I'm not at all sure I would have gone a 2nd time. I had been hooking up with guys for more than 10 years in tearooms, parks, ABS, online hookup and private parties before I finally decided to go to a bathhouse. I had an online hookup with a guy from out of town the evening before this momentous date. He was asking me about the Denver sex clubs and telling me how great they could be, which pushed me over the edge. I went to the now closed Denver Swim Club at age 30. I went on a Thursday night, rented a room, took my clothes off and showered. On my 1st circuit around I came across 2 guys fucking, who both motioned me to join. The bottom immediately started sucking my cock, and before long turned around and backed his gaping ass on my cock bareback. I had only barebacked a handful of times at that point. The guy who had been fucking him stood up pulled off the condom (this was in 2000) and offered me his cock to suck. Within a few minutes the fucker and I started taking turns fucking each other while we fucked the bottom, all but my initial penetration of the bottom was condomed, until the 2 of us who were topping came. So within half an hour of my 1st visit I had fucked, been fucked and had a 3 way. If I remember right, I stayed about 3 hours, and fucked 5 more guys and got fucked by one more before I left. I came 4 times, and did relent and breed the 1st bottom bareback (3rd guy I had ever bred at that point in time) before going home. I went back Friday night, Saturday night (I hooked with the Wednesday online hookup), and by the next weekend was pretty much a sex club slut. What was your experience like, would you have gone back if your 1st experience was similar to the one I described from yesterday?

I recently started PrEP. Im not sure if this is a legit side effect, or because I started with the intent to take loads, but it’s made me a lot more hornier than usual, which is saying a lot. I had gotten off work a bit early, and had some time to kill so i decide to take a drive down the the wildlife area. A local trail where I live that is known to be cruisy. I had gone here before at odd times and had no luck, but this time i was able to be here at around 5:30 when everyone is getting off work. I take a stroll through the path that leads into the wooded area. It’s hot out so i make sure to leave my shirt behind. Just in some shorter shorts with my jockstrap peeking through. I get deep in the wooded area, and seem to be alone. I find two used condoms, had to have been pretty fresh as the tips were still full. I strip down to just my jock. shorts around my ankles, im bent over against the stump of the tree. I poor one condom in my mouth, and the other, full with more cum, in my hole. I finger as much of it as i can in my hole. I hear some noise behind me. I discover a man wearing a business suit. stroking his cock. I come over to him and immediately drop to my knees. He takes his hardening cock out and snacks me with it a few times. I take his member in my mouth and deep throat. He can’t hold back and is blowing in my throat. I swallow every drop. Soon after suit guy was gone. I see an older, probably 60-65 year old man, you can tell he loves his wife. But he’s the type to want nothing more than to nut in a nice boy hole, and go back to her. He his fat cock in hand. I go over and get to work on his dick. making sure to be extra sloppy. I slowly get up. “damn sure wish i had a condom” he says. “who needs one?” I ask while turning my backside towards him. he slowly pushes himself inside me. “where can i cum” he asks. “you want me to pull out?” he adds. I purposely don’t answer. “oh fuck, I just came inside you” he says shortly after. I knew he would nut in me. I find it hot when men don’t give me the choice. I mean i want the load clearly. But i love when it’s not discussed and a man just nuts in me. We drew a watcher. Who immediately takes his place in my hole. Another older guy. Beer belly, hairy. Nice long cock. He grabs my hips tight and starts ramming into my hole. “im gonna cum inside. “ her warns as he loads me full. I clean him off and he’s on his way. I will definitely visit this area again. I wish i could have taken a few more loads.

He was 19 the first time he was fucked in the ass by a man. It didn't go well and unfortunately turned him off gay sex long enough to get married to a woman. It was the end of his sophomore year and his other roommates had already moved out. He had another week with the place to himself. Not that it was great, he only owned a bed and desk. Otherwise the place was empty with a few miscellaneous items scattered around. This place was the pits. A generic crappy apartment good for college kids and only barely. He was feeling unleashed. Place to himself, girlfriend on vacation with her family. He was flush with cash having gotten his last paycheck from his work study job. His heart was pounding in the parking lot of the porno store. He took a deep breathe and hopped out of his shitbox Toyota. The walls of smut were bracing. He got an immediate hardon. He browsed the straight porn intoxicated by the box images. He decided to get an anal themed movie, 4 hours on sale, lol. He knew he wanted to check out the gay porn too but couldn't bring himself to at first. He took a look at the movies for a second and then served away like he'd made a mistake? Finally, cheeks blazing red, he started looking at the gay movies. He'd chosen this store because it was nearest the gay part of town. They had a big section of gay movies and he started looking through it. A lot of what he saw at first had really fit, pretty guys fucking with condoms on. He quickly migrated to nastier, bareback stuff. He couldn't believe he was looking at a hole dripping with cum on the cover of a DVD in 1999. He picked it up and another nasty movie with breeding. He paid $78 for the DVDs and headed out. Back home, he put a disc in his PCs drive. The menu came up. Hot Desert Knights? He pressed play and watched the first scene. The video quality was not great but otherwise he jumped into the deep end of the gay porn pool. He shot a load as he watched a man in a sex swing take multiple loads He felt disgusted but kept watching. The men fucked their friend's hole aggressively. ____ loved it when he fucked her hard, too. He posted a message on the hookup site of the day. He said he was 19, a college student, alone at his apartment, and looking for dick. He got a lot of emails. One of them said he could be there in 20 minutes. He said the address. "The gate code is ____." The knock at the door came quickly. There he was. Older than he expected but bearing tequila. A couple of shots had him unleashed. Soon he related the story of his girlfriend being out of town and the trip to the porno store. Then he played his new friend the nasty porn. "Remember, I only want to have sex with a CONDOM." He said drunkenly. His new friend squirted lube on his fingers and shoved two of them in his asshole. He recoiled, sobering up some. "Gentle please" His friend's friendly demeanor was gone. He pulled out his fingers and squirted another glob of lube on his bare cock. "Condom. You agreed." " We both know you want it raw." He was inside me and it was true. "I assumed you'd be some" *wap* *wap* "worn out faggot." *wap* *wap*. "Fuck yeah I'm flooding your hole."

Hey all im 29 and i love my hole filled its sooo hot Im neg and on prep But i hate condoms a lot

Z is such a worn down trashy fuck place with dirty carpets and cum all the place… god I miss that place

Here's a little thought experiment: How would you feel if one of the cocks that came through the hole was your hubby's? Would you be turned on? Disappointed? Embarrassed? Jealous? Then consider how he'd feel knowing you were doing that. Maybe you could suggest a "date night" at the ABS and see what cums of it.

JUMP WEEK Assmunch Thank God I was back in my bunk by 0215 because a Black Hat came to get us at 0300 and for the first time I wasn’t the first awake. Potter and Battles weren’t in their bunks and I got nervous. Our instruction for this week said there would be no PT so we were to dress in our BDU’s every day for the duration. We would not be back to the barracks until end of duty. When we formed up outside, there were Potter and Battles standing ready as if they’d got up before everyone else. Lenger did a quick inspection of everyone’s uniform and equipment which by now didn’t involve much correction at all since those who were left in the course knew the drill, followed instructions, and didn’t need babysitting. He announced the troops ready to the Sergeant Airborne. Today we weren’t going to ruck so we didn’t have our MOLLE on our backs stuffed with 35 pounds of gear. We double timed the mile to the parachute shed at the airfield and waited for our main parachute and reserve to be issued to us. Weeble seemed to be doing alright even if he wasn’t his usual, happy self. Zeus was never far from him. I wasn’t going to ask Weeble or Lenger if Weeble checked out okay, I assumed he wouldn’t be here if Lenger judged him to need further medical attention so I dismissed another worry from my Big List of Shit I Worry About. Three worries crossed off, only two thousand eight hundred and forty seven to go. My dad wasn’t Infantry and I didn’t think he’d done Airborne training or even jumped out of a plane. It would have been nice to call him after I had my first jump to tell him about it or ask if he’d gone through it. I wondered who takes the place of your dad when he’s gone or if you just live with all the unanswered questions and keep the successes of your life quiet. I could tell my mom, and probably would, but she wouldn’t understand how much it means to complete training like this and receive an Achievement which was both professional and personal. I think only a guy could understand how jumping out of a plane and parachuting was a life goal of most men, at least when you’re young. There were goalposts in every young man’s life that built you up and fed you confidence. Throwing and catching your first baseball until you didn’t have to think about it at all. Your first perfect spiral football throw. Your first win. First date that got you a kiss. Small mile markers on the way to becoming a man. And then the boy’s list becomes a man’s list - first car, first job. And your dad was there for all them, listening to your excitement, encouraging you to practice, go further, do more, be better. My dad would have loved knowing I was doing this. I guess this was another mile marker on the path of a man’s life, an unwelcome one. The one where you’re on your own. As a child, your dad leads the way. As a young man, he’s beside you. As a man, he’s always behind you, pushing you forward and helping you exceed his own accomplishments. And then there’s the moment you are on your own. It was not a comfortable feeling to wish for something you can never have again. As a man, your father was always back there to lend advice or just commiserate as you navigated life’s minefield. Once he was gone the moment always came in which you realized you were truly on your own and the cliff you climbed had no safety line to catch you if you fell. Maybe that feeling of self-reliance was necessary eventually for everyone, but coming to terms with it before you were ready absolutely sucked. Lack of sleep was nothing new for me after my time in Germany. I could operate fine without it for a couple days, as could the rest of the Bravos. Your mind did tend to wander a bit like it was doing now. The trick was to let it do its thing while still maintaining just enough awareness to function until you needed to pull your focus back in and concentrate on a necessary task that required full attention. Waiting for my parachute and reserve to be issued to me wasn’t a full attention task. I was saving my limited focus for the donning procedure. I think Lenger was going to be my donning buddy, helping me get my parachute clipped on. This jump was a Hollywood jump, no gear, no ruck attached to the front of the harness below our reserve. But before that, we had to get checked over by a Jumpmaster. And then we’d do a quick memory refresh with a mock door jump, all of it watched and checked by the Black Hats. This was not the time to make a mistake, and absolutely no fucking around. You could be pulled from the jump if you screwed up at this point. There was no shrug and ‘you’ll be fine, soldier’. No, you were pulled aside for further instruction. But of course by this time except for the actual jump we’d done it so many times it felt automatic. Because this was an actual jump the rules were strict and unforgivable. Once donned and checked by a Jumpmaster you were not to touch ANY part of your equipment. Doing so would mean….? Yep, pulled aside for further instruction and missing your jump if they thought it necessary. Talking was also forbidden. I couldn’t imagine anyone getting this far in Jump School and doing something stupid like that, but I guess there was always some idiot who thought pushing the envelope was funny or would be forgiven. No one in our stick did anything to be an asshole. The Bravos didn’t because…well not because we weren’t assholes, but because we didn’t fuck around when things were serious. The randoms didn’t do anything to be an asshole probably because they were now afraid of Potter. And behind Potter stood Battles. And behind those two were Sleeper and Zeus. So yeah, the randoms behaved. I also think these ones that were left wanted to make it through. Imagine being given one of the rare slots afforded to non-infantry, non-ranger battalion, non army to go through Airborne and being a fucking idiot and getting dropped. I couldn’t imagine the shit they’d get when they got back to their units. Of course Infantry had tons of slots for Airborne, but we also knew how important it was. For Infantry, at any point while you were still young enough, if you put in for Airborne and Ranger school, they found a way to get you there. Even other Occupational Specialties in the Army were steered toward Airborne, and sometimes even Ranger School. But Air Force, Marines, Navy, Coast Guard, Reserves…their slots were few. The Basic Airborne Course of the Army was the only game in town for all branches of the military. While the other branches had their own leadership courses like Ranger School, only the Army had an Airborne course. Because of that, it wasn’t intended to be a selective training that separated the wheat from the chaff. It was purely skills training so that soldiers had critical training that allowed the various branches to deploy a wide range of Occupational Specialties in combat. I always thought of it like rifle qualification, combatives, or battlefield medicine… basic skills every soldier should have. I pushed down my eagerness to get on our bird and shuffle towards the door but it would be several hours before we were even in the sky. I wanted to ask our Sergeant Airborne at what point of further training did soldiers learn to take care of their own equipment. This was only the basic course, and there were other more detailed Airborne courses for Rangers, Special Forces, and those who were in an actual Paratrooper regiment. Hell, if I was this eager before I even stepped out of a plane the first time I knew I wanted to learn more. Lenger and I collected our gear from the shed when it was handed off to us and went to the area where the others waited. One of the Cadre would come to instruct us when it was time to don our harnesses and parachutes. At this point it wasn’t hurry up and wait, it was wait and wait. No, sorry…that’s not right. It was shut up, wait, stand at ease and wait. That’s Level 3 on the Hurry Up and Wait SOP and I almost chuckled out loud with the thought that the Army probably actually had a manual for all the different Hurry Up and Wait scenarios complete with Section Headings, Paragraph labels, sub section details and inclusion and exception items. For instance, sometimes we were required to field nap and wait. Yep, REQUIRED NAP. Seriously. Required. But don’t be fooled…required naps in the field were like Christmas dinner: much anticipated and enjoyed, but never really enough of the good part to get you satisfied. Other times it was a Ready Wait meaning you had to be on your go waiting for the order to move with your ruck, gear and weapon on your person. You could ruck flop with some Ready Waits and you’d be surprised how amazing it felt to squat down and fall to sit leaning back against your pack for even five minutes, often closing your eyes in exhaustion for a non-mandatory field nap. Then there was the Wait and Wait, like today. All waits were serious waits when you were on duty. Called to the LT’s…wait to be addressed - Attention Wait. Almost all of the official Waits were silent waits, but occasionally you were left without NCO or Officer supervision and could mumble a few words to the brother near you, or if you were in command give instruction. Maybe they taught the various Waits at Sergeant’s School right after the training module on crafting the perfect Sergeant’s scowl. No doubt there were different levels of Sergeant Scowl they learned as well. They certainly seemed to have a specific scowl for specific purposes - disappointed, angry, disgusted, mean, pissed off… too many to actually list and while I’d seen many of them, I was absolutely sure I hadn’t seen them all. While I waited amusing myself I could hear the black hats calling out instructions down the line or making comments to individual soldiers. Soon came our turn and we were told to size our harness under the watchful eyes of the black hats. At this point my only attention was on myself and Lenger, my donning buddy, knowing that the Bravos had gone over this process since ground week and it was now ingrained. Lenger and I adjusted our diagonal back straps and main lift webs appropriately, then our T10 main parachute was attached to the harness. It was not our job to inspect the T10 or our gear, that was done by the Rigger who packed and readied the equipment (shout out to the Riggers - the Air Force gets you up, but they get you down), and a secondary check would be performed by our black hats and Jumpmaster. But, we did have to look over our ACH - the Advanced Combat Helmet to ensure all pads were present and adjusted properly. At last we were ready to don our harnesses. I picked up Lenger’s and held it up for him to put his arms through and waited while he secured the various clips as he called them out to me, then handed him his leg straps and waited some more as he clipped and pulled. Then I was responsible for tightening his back straps (diagonal and horizontal) securely, checking everything for snugness, and tucking the ends of all the straps into their proper retainers. I handed Lenger his reserve parachute for him to tuck under his arm while I made sure his waistband was free of twists. He then slid the waistband through the retainers on the back of the reserve chute. Every step was watched by a Sergeant Airborne and by this time in our training the donning procedure should be second nature. Lenger’s moves were confident and quick, as were my own. We were being evaluated not just on our actions as a jumper, but also as a donning buddy. After Lenger’s reserve parachute was clipped in by the D-rings, his waistband secured, and his kit bag attached it was my turn for donning. We worked silently except for calling out things like ‘left leg strap’ and ‘secure’ for various straps and clips. After that we waited for our equipment to be JMPI by a Jumpmaster. JMPI is just another acronym for Jumpmaster Personnel Inspection. The military loves its acronyms and jargon. Our parachute packs had to be positioned even with our shoulders, and every strap and clip had to be aligned exactly in the proper place as well as snug. The Jumpmaster also checked our ACH for rough edges and position of the pads as well as snugness to our heads. It might seem like I’m trying to bore you with details when I should be regaling you with the adrenaline rush of my first jump, but I’m really not relating anything unnecessary. You might never jump out of a plane or go sky diving after all. However, Sergeant Walters had instilled in the Bravos that focusing too much on the ultimate goal took your attention away from the details that made it a success. So you can thank me for the lesson - stay present with your current task and never forget that every action is a goal itself that contributes to your success. Failures are often the result of treating the details too casually. Giving your full attention every step of the way leaves nothing to chance. Most of the time the only luck or chance you saw in combat was bad luck and no chance. You can ask any dead soldier and they’ll tell you the same. That’s one thing the Army beat into your head repeatedly: do it right, or die. The Army wasn’t in the habit of wasting time training unnecessary details. Everything the Army taught was intended to keep you alive. I don’t ever want to see the Sergeant’s Scowl that comes from dead troops under their command. That was probably the worst scowl they learned. Once Lenger and I were squared away and got the black hat’s go, it was another round of Wait and Wait while the rest of the class finished their donning and got JMPI. We all then received a quick run through of the actions we’d have to take on the bird all the way through the four count we would have to give before looking up to check if our main canopy had deployed. If it hadn’t, we’d execute the deployment of our reserve. Everything from hand position on our static lines as we handed them off to the Jumpmaster at the door, to where our hands should be on exit (on your reserve) to moving them to our slips so we could navigate and direct our descent. Every movement was choreographed with specific timing. Then, we double timed out the shed and went through another mass exit from a mock door. ****************** The loud roaring hum and vibration of the C-130 engines matched the thrumming of my nerves. It wasn’t until we climbed into the air that it began to hit me and I’m sure I wasn’t alone. Some of the brothers hid their nervousness with smiles, some with serious wide-eyed stares. If you think we’re all tough, capable, without a single worry you’d be wrong. I wasn’t worried about the parachute part, and not about the landing part. I was worried about that first look I’d get as I shuffled to the door and saw the earth 1250 feet below. We’d been shown tapes in class of what it looked like and it didn’t seem too panic-inducing, but reality was always different. The shuffle and count, plus the static line handoff and push by the Jumpmaster were all intended to get us out the door without thinking too much on stepping off into open air. It was a leap of faith. It was making your body do something your brain wanted to rebel against. The uncertainties of the first time threatened to build a nightmare experience that could paralyze me with fear. Fuck it. Just fuck it. I recognized that I was taking short, shallow breaths. I closed my eyes and breathed, deep and slow. This was going to happen. I controlled only my own actions and nothing more. I was trained, I was ready, I had the skill and knowledge. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers had done this exact thing too many times to count. It wasn’t about what could go wrong, it was about doing everything right. I felt that all too familiar flash pervade my body, that tingle of crucial insight. This was about Perspective. Doubts, uncertainty, unknowns…all were useless indulgences that served no purpose here. More than anything else I felt, I WANTED to jump. I wanted this. I needed to know what losing my Legs was all about, how earning my wings meant more than just getting an achievement. I imagined myself years older, donning my harness and parachute like an expert, shuffling through the hold of the plane and casually stepping out the door as if I were jumping into a pool off a diving board. It really was no different. I opened my eyes and leaned over to Lenger. “Breathe slow and deep, on a three count. Just like stepping off into a swimming pool. We got this. You are a trained soldier. Pass it down.” Lenger glanced at me, then executed his deep breaths with his eyes going unfocused. After thirty seconds or so, he looked at me again and grinned with a nod. He leaned over to Chunk and repeated what I said. I focused on the image in my head and found my nervousness replaced with eagerness. The apprehension was gone. Forget about what might or might not happen at the door, it was just a single brief moment that would pass before I knew it if I didn’t focus on it. Like the black hats said ‘focus on your training’ and my training was a hundred other things that had to happen. It was both too soon, and too long before the command from the Jumpmaster came. I breathed. We lined up down the interior of the C-130 and clipped our static lines onto the anchor line. I had the brief thought that we looked like we were standing on a city bus. Just headed to another day at the office. We began to shuffle, and I knew the first guy was at the open door. It was Demon and he insisted on being first. I knew there was no better brother to have that honor than the guy who was always balls out rushing forward like an armed missile towards the objective. Demon didn’t let anything stop him, he had one gear and that was all out forward. In spite of my breathing and my determination my heart sped up as we slowly shuffled up the line. I repeated the order of operations in my head as I shuffled - hand off static line, step, feel the push, step out, four count, look up, hands on slips… over and over. I almost don’t remember the moment I was out the door. I counted it as fortunate and disappointing. Fortunate because I had been too worried about freezing up, and disappointing because it wasn’t panic-inducing at all. The buildup to that moment, all the warnings by our instructors, the doubts you have in yourself…all that for nothing. I had to give the Cadre credit, they knew their stuff. All the repetition we’d been put through resulted in my body reacting automatically. I did notice the ground far below, but the sudden grab of the wind as I stepped out with my chin to my chest and my hands on my reserve affected me more than the visual of hanging above the earth in open air. See, that’s the funny thing about stepping out that door. The first few moments you don’t feel like you’re falling at all, you actually feel like you’re being pushed sideways. That weightless feeling in your stomach comes a couple seconds later. It was all just enough to instill a thrill through your brain that washes out the fear. But I wasn’t done and drifting rapidly to the ground didn’t happen by itself. There was wind to contend with, a direction to navigate, other soldiers to watch. Although the rate of our descent was fairly even, and the one second distance between us at the door was intended to space us out enough that we wouldn’t interfere or encounter a fellow Airborne, it could still happen with the right set of circumstances or lack of awareness. Maintaining a lateral distance from other parachutists was crucial to avoid stolen air that could collapse your canopy. It actually didn’t take long to reach the ground from 1250 feet. The average rate of descent for the T10 was 22 to 24 ft/sec. Which meant somewhere around a single minute to reach the ground. And a minute isn’t a long time when you’re trying to steer the thing to put down in the landing zone. We were lucky today because the prevailing wind wasn’t strong so we didn’t have a fight to target our landing. But it could happen, we learned in class. But guess what? The T10 steers like SHIT, like a motorcycle going 70 over inch deep water or turning a corner at a run in your socks on a freshly waxed barrack’s floor. You want to turn into the wind for a gentle landing? That’s gonna take about 20 seconds longer than the time you have. You want to hit the center of the landing zone? TFB, too fuckin bad Private Meteor, you get to land where ever the fuck you drop and gravity is a bitch. Remember all that training in class about pulling on your slips, using your risers to pull the canopy down to angle it for a turn? Hahaha, just kidding, that doesn’t work, we just wanted to give you a false sense of control. Did you forget you’re in the Army? You have no fucking control, you do what you’re told, and your parachute will tell you which part of the field you’re going to break your ankles on. It didn’t stop me from trying though. I gave it my best. It hurt my pride that my best turned out to be the absolute worst PLF I’d done since the third day. I think I might have actually bounced. I did manage to keep my feet and knees together. By the way, your ACH is NOT supposed to be one of the points of contact. The Black Hat that came to check on me as I tried to unscramble my brain made that VERY clear. I knew I was going to get hell for this from the brothers. Still, I was alive, I was down without significant injury (just some bruising to my shoulder and pride), and I had the first of my five jumps completed. I shouldn’t feel this good after my piss poor landing but I was grinning like a fool as I gathered my parachute and rapidly stuffed it into my kit to clear the landing zone. Even though I hadn’t managed the center (which I knew wasn’t expected) I had enough maneuverability to stay inside the landing zone at Fryar Field. That had to be one of the best experiences I’d ever had in the Army. I jumped out of a fucking plane! And I was going to do it again every day this week. Man, I loved the Army. ******************* “That good, huh?” Major Collins said when we met him at the gym at 1900 hrs. “It takes about 50 jumps before that goes away. I know you’re already thinking about tomorrow’s jump, but focus on tonight. After the others reach their meditative focus, I’ll work on helping you maintain outward awareness.” “It’s the best thing I’ve ever done.” I grinned back. “I didn’t manage a good PLF though, but I think now that I know what to expect I won’t have any problems with it tomorrow. I spent too much time on trying to maneuver into the wind for my landing and wasn’t expecting the ground to come at me that fast.” I told him. He grinned. “Yes, the first time gets just about everyone. You’ll time it better tomorrow. Alright, forget about that. Everyone breathe.” Our little class had grown from just five of us to a group of twenty that included Bravos, Charlies, Potter and Battles. The major said that was big enough, and once we had the basics down we could teach any others who wanted to learn but that too many in one group diluted the necessary personal envelope. One on one was best for anything more advanced than physical control and mental focus, and initial instruction of the basics was best with between one and 25 students. Major Collins had explained that this type of meditation was part of martial arts training and that you could train your body for years but that someone with the proper mental focus would always be better than you. The mind and the body worked together. Boxers learned mental focus through repetition and intense training of individual skills. Athletes learned to focus past their fatigue and exhaustion. Those types of focus were just the barest tip of the iceberg. However, something happened when inner focus and outward awareness blended together in balance. You hit the ‘Zone’. When you were in the zone you saw and processed everything differently, your understanding came automatically, your movements were more sure, precise, efficient. Exceptional athletes waited to find the zone. The best athletes made the zone happen. Martial artists stabilized the zone and held it ready every waking moment. For the Shaolin it wasn’t something you did, it was a state of being with every breath and every thought, every muscle and every emotion. It was understanding and accepting the moment as one balanced place in existence. One second, a minute, a year, a lifetime…all moments of one. Your mind, your body, the room, the earth, the universe, all places of one. Differences were merely of degree rather than sameness. And matters of degree were dependent upon perception: Big and small; strong and weak; fast and slow; here and there… degrees of perceptive reality you held in your existence for a single moment. The past and future were not reality. Reality IS. You are present. You are never in the past, never in the future, and what was, or what will be are never NOW. When you exist in the now, you act in the present moment. If you look to the past, you are always behind the present. If you look to the future, you are always ahead of the present. I carefully pushed all thoughts of today, my excitement of my first jump, away. I followed with my anticipation of tomorrow and the true expectation of earning my wings later this week. I breathed. I moved to yesterday, my worry over Weeble’s absence and let it float away. My concern over Zeus followed quickly behind. The events of the previous night began to unfold and I had to force my breathing to remain even. I let the images come, my nervous path to the shed, my participation in the killing of two men. The sound of the pistol as it fired. The way Barnell’s head jerked slightly with each round, but that Delnick’s didn’t. With every exhale I pushed the thoughts and images out. Potter and Battles with their calm and casual surety in every move, something I recognized actually helped reconcile the vicious act in my mind. The past had no place in the now, I let it float away. I thought of Kevin. He also had to leave, for now, as well as my reluctance to disappear him if only temporarily. But the true fight was that along with the thought of him came the love I felt and pushing that away and out was hard, so difficult. It was so deep inside of me, so intertwined in who I was I didn’t want to separate it from myself. I could erase it for the moment, but with that erasing came the pain of losing him. The pain I’d carried for that year and a half. Part of me knew he and his love wouldn’t be gone for good, but the subconscious feeling was no different. I breathed. Again…I breathed. And then I knew, I couldn’t push him, his love, my love for him away without sending myself with all of it. That was the fight. If he went, I went with him. I breathed. ‘I’ll bring you back. I promise’ I said to the feeling, and let it and ‘me’ float away, together. And then I pushed away the tears that tried to come. “When you feel centered, open your eyes, Brickmann.” Major Collins said. I floated in the emptiness for a few more breaths. Somewhere I knew my eyes opened, but I wasn’t looking. Major Collins moved. It didn’t matter how I knew that, I wasn’t watching him or listening, it just came as a recognition of something happening far away. “Come over here with me, let’s move away from the rest.” This was the strangest thing, the oddest feeling. I think I moved, stood up, walked a ways across the mats and sat down again in front of the Major but I didn’t actually see any of that, or even do it. A brief thought came through the emptiness: that I could stay here, floating, and still let a small piece of the outside intrude. Could I manage Spectator Me? I felt so comfortable here, it was nice to be nothing. “We’ll start with talking. Keep yourself in this mental state. How do you feel?” He asked, his voice smooth, even and soft. “Empty.” I heard that, my own voice responding without my thinking first. “Describe what I’m doing.” He said. “You are sitting with your legs crossed, your hands are on your knees. You are looking at me.” With the words, I saw the image through eyes that didn’t feel like they were mine. In spite of the weirdness of it all, it felt completely natural. “Good. You’re doing better than I expected.” How he evaluated that I couldn’t say, and it wasn’t important. There was nothing that was important or immediate. His observation washed over me and receded into the emptiness. “Tell me about Weeble.” Automatic me didn’t hesitate. Spectator me felt no alarm or concern at the request. “Weeble completed his jump today. He did better than me when he landed.” “Good. And yesterday? Where was he?” “He said he tripped and hit his head when he was going to the gym. He was out cold until just before evening formation.” Yes, that’s what happened. “He was alone?” “Mini Hulk was going to be right behind him, he just had to call his girl first. He said Weeble wasn’t at the gym when he got there.” The Major paused. “The Cadre didn’t check the in/out log?” “Bootlicker changed the log.” “Nice skill, that.” Collins remarked. “Did Weeble get checked out by a medic? If he got knocked out, a concussion is likely.” “Yes Sir, Petty Officer Lenger checked him out, said he was fine. Just a big nasty bruise.” “Good. So neither you or Petty Officer Lenger reported it to the Cadre?” He asked. “No Sir, it seemed a stupid thing to bother the Cadre over on a Sunday, and it was only going to get too many soldiers in trouble for something that ended up being nothing.” “Sounds fair.” The Major replied. “Potter and Battles didn’t make it back by curfew, did they?” Now the feeling of alarm began to creep in. I fought to remain floating. Then I realized fighting to do it was going to be the thing that ruined it. I chased the feeling away. “I believe they had a pass for the weekend, Sir.” Automatic me answered. Fuck, Automatic me was an excellent liar. So smooth and calm. “Weekend passes don’t go into Duty Days.” He sighed. “I’m going to take a wild guess and assume Bootlicker has many skills. Ask a question, Brickmann.” Spectator me wasn’t interested in questions, knowing things, or getting answers. Automatic me however apparently was. “Are you keeping tabs on us, Sir?” “Yes. Next question.” “Why?” “So close, you need to ask better questions. I’m to report on the progress of your Platoon. That should have been obvious from my affirmative.” He said. “One more, so make it good. And we won’t be having another question and answer session on this subject, so think it through.” Automatic me sensed a test, and a challenge. I’d given quite a bit of thought to the entire path of the Bravos since we were formed into a Platoon, then grouped with the Alphas, Charlies and Deltas. OSUT, or One Station Unit Training was uncommon but not unheard of. Rather than receiving all your training as individuals, in separate schools at separate times, then getting a duty station with a whole different unit you’d never worked with before, OSUT kept you all together and everyone went through the same training together. However, that usually started in Basic, then Advanced Individual Training, then Unit training, then a duty station. You’d get new Sergeants and Officers, but your unit stayed together. We had all already done Basic, then our AIT, and were even assigned to different units doing our jobs before we’d been voluntold to go to Germany. One question left. Why were we specifically chosen? What did the Army intend for us? Were we part of a program trial the Army was testing out? What was the purpose of our training? Major Collins was reporting on the progress of our Platoon. Why him? He was a Marine, not Army. That must mean whatever this was went beyond a simple training program. It was either a joint operation of all branches, or it reached higher than Army Command. Automatic me settled on a question that he didn’t like at all. Questions like that had answers that could expose you to all sorts of unwelcome attention. Questions like the one he wanted to ask, if they were answered, meant there was no going back and no getting out. Anyone who walked the halls of the building he was sure Major Collins had an office in had involvement in matters of military policy. And that meant Major Collins wasn’t calling the shots. Regardless of the answer, I wouldn’t do anything differently than do my absolute best by my brothers and my training. The change in my perception was so subtle I didn’t realize it had happened. Thinking my way through the puzzle forced Spectator Me and Automatic Me to focus together, yet it was still like we overlapped rather than merged. We nodded at Major Collins with a resigned grin. “Can you continue to train me after Airborne?” I asked. He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m impressed. Because of that, I’ll give you a freebie but only because you already figured it out. Knowing what you’re here for, or where you’re going isn’t going to help. You either follow this to its conclusion, which personally I hope is a long career in the Army reaching the highest level you can climb. Or you fail out, which means a discharge. The type of discharge depends on you. Knowing who I am or what my mission is will also not help you complete your task. You and the Bravos, and the Charlies, are doing a great job in spite of being ignorant. When you get beyond the next phase, I’ll make sure there’s someone there who can keep up your mental training. Stay tough, soldier. A lot of us want you to succeed. But watch your back. You still have plenty that would like nothing more than to see you fail.” And that was enough. Enough to know we actually WERE specifically chosen to undergo special training that was part of a unique program to determine if we had what the Army wanted. And the best way to prove that soldiers like us were worth it was to succeed in spectacular fashion. Which was what I’d always intended anyway, and what the Bravos as a whole strived towards from the minute we had been thrown together. “Now, you’ve managed to maintain focus through all that. So let’s do some movement. Get up.” ****************** PUTA Julio didn’t really see the point in sitting on a mat with his eyes closed for 45 minutes, so he stayed in the weight room to work out. Besides, Valentino was here too. He knew the gym was too crowded, and the locker room too busy to repeat what they’d done last week in the shower. And Julio wasn’t surprised when the tall blonde walked over and asked to work in with him. “Si, guapo. Together.” Julio answered with a smile. Even though he had one thing on his mind, he still pushed Valentino further into his sets, trying to get the most out of him. Valentino was no weakling, and pushed him back on his sets. “Don’t give up like a pussy, Julio. Keep those elbows out. You have three more. That’s it. C’mon, I’m not even helping, it’s all you bro. One more. Yeah…yeah, almost there…that’s it.” Valentino encouraged in that sexy half boy, half man voice of his. There wasn’t a single thing about Valentino that didn’t turn him on. His voice, his smile, his ass, his pretty face. They were in their PT shorts and tees, so Valentino’s smooth legs toyed with him constantly. Valentino wasn’t thick or beefy, he was just right. Enough meat in all the right places. A proud chest with nicely defined pecs and round shoulders. A trim waist that was exposed with every rep he pushed above his head. The man was almost completely hairless, even his armpits barely had any hair. Valentino was the type of blonde whose hair seemed almost white and translucent when it was in a military cut. The tips of his hairs caught the light with a glow, like an angel. On the next pass, Julio leaned in a whispered “You are very distracting, mi tesoro. We must leave soon. I know the place we will go.” “Fuuuucckkkk, I love it when you talk like that.” Valentino whispered back. Then in a normal voice “We’ll finish with flys. Five sets.” Putting their sweats back on in the locker room became a reverse strip tease for Valentino to watch. Julio took his time, making sure each leg was pulled up over his foot slowly before sliding upward with a back and forth movement. When he reached his hips, he pulled the back up over his ass first, letting his bulge hook over the front waistband of the sweats which pushed it out in a large obscene mound. He grinned at Valentino and winked. Then, without pulling it up, he reached into his locker and grabbed his sweatshirt. “Ay! My arms. It was a good workout, no? You can help me on with the shirt, jess? I no can lift the arms.” He smiled. Valentino stepped closer. “Sure, bro. Here, put your arms through first.” And he held the sweatshirt out while looking Julio in the eyes. Then he stepped closer, almost touching Julio chest to chest while he pulled the sweatshirt up and over his head. Their bulges met momentarily as he pulled the shirt down to Julio’s waist, both of them semi-hard in their shorts. “Thank you, Valentino.” Julio said softly, and when Valentino looked him in the eye, he saw a tenderness there that almost made him steal a kiss. Julio led the way out of the gym with Valentino a few steps behind. He knew a place on the way back to the barracks that was secluded. They should have 30 minutes or more to enjoy themselves before the rest of the brothers were on their way back. “Was the jump good today, Guapo?” He asked the beautiful blonde soldier he knew was finding a way into his heart. There was something about him Julio felt was special. There was a gentle light in his blue eyes, his off-level eyebrows and the slight upward curve of his lips that made his face always seem on the verge of a smile. And he wasn’t shy or submissive and instead was engaging and willing without being forceful. There was no uncertainty with Valentino like any move Julio made he would match him. Julio liked the way Valentino watched him, with the occasional glance at his body that held appreciative wonder rather than lust. And Valentino felt good, just standing close. He had a playful confidence that welcomed Julio’s grins and winks with a matching smile. “I loved every minute.” Valentino responded with exhuberant energy. “I wish we could do it naked. Man that would be totally rad.” Julio laughed. “Ay no, Es loco, amigo. My pinga… is too cold!” Valentino laughed. “Aw, poor pinga. Maybe summertime would be better.” “Jess. Summertime. And in da sea, not da sky. We go naked together. Is better. Der is a playa…a beach, near my home. Is perfect.” Julio replied. Valentino turned to smile at him. “Are you asking me on a skinny dipping date?” Julio smiled back. “Maybe Jess.” “Sounds romantic. Throw in a full moon and some beer, and I’ll say yes. Where are you from, Julio?” “Puerto Rico. Is a beautiful island. The sea is warm.” Valentino sighed. “Sounds wonderful. I’d like to.” “Then we do it, jess? I would like to see da light of da moon in you beautiful eyes and watch da tide come in.” Valentino gave him a sad smile. “You should be careful I don’t fall in love with you, Julio. You are too perfect. You say all the right things.” “You are gay?” Julio asked. Valentino shrugged. “Yeah. No one knows though, so don’t tell anyone.” Julio put a hand on his shoulder. “I no tell. I too am gay. My brothers know, da Bravos. Dey all good men. Nobody care. You maybe tell you brothers too?” Valentino looked off down the street. “Maybe. I don’t know. The Charlies are great, I love the guys. I got pretty lucky I think, getting moved to Germany. I always thought the whole unit brotherhood thing was a bunch of hyped up bullshit or maybe I was just unlucky. But my unit before was mostly dumbass fuckwits who worried more about fucking around and getting drunk, spending all their pay, and avoiding work than doing what our Sergeant and Lieutenant told us to do. I never seemed to fit in, so I kept to myself. That wasn’t hard, I was the new guy anyway. There were only two other guys who were underage. There wasn’t a lot of hanging around together off duty.” “What’s you MOS before?” Julio asked. “Don’t laugh.” Valentino said. “I no laugh at you, beautiful man.” Julio replied sincerely. “42L administrative specialist. I only look like this because of the last six months in Germany. When I joined up, it seemed like office work was the best move I could make, keep me out of the physical stuff. I almost went Intel, and probably should have. No one tells you the type of environment you’ll be going to though, and I didn’t want to end up in some war zone. Man, my first month in the Charlies absolutely sucked. Runs and patrols, sleepless nights and MRE’s? Fuck, I was miserable.” “But you here, you made it. You more tough than you think.” Julio said. Valentino laughed, actually a happy sound. “Yeah, you got that right. I busted my ass trying to keep up with the guys, but they helped a lot too. Lamont, our Platoon leader said one soldier’s failure is the unit’s failure and you didn’t let your brother down like that. And while I sucked at dragging my rifle and ruck through mud, turns out I’m pretty good at organization, logistics and details that keep a unit running. If someone had a problem I knew where to point them to keep them out of Horvath’s hairy ears. Turns out I’m a crack shot too, got my expert badge at 300-37, thanks to Sergeant Horvath teaching me the right way. What about you? Were you always Infantry?” “No.” Julio responded. “19K, Tank driver. I drive da big boys. Fix dem too. Tree hundred from da tank was easy shot for me.” Valentino chuckled. “Of course you did you perfect sexy grunt. Shit.” He took another big breath. “I hope you were serious about that date. Until then, I’ll be happy to keep that big pinga warm in all this cold weather.” Julio put his arm around Valentino’s shoulder. “We gonna have dat date, Guapo. I no lie to you.” By that time they were at the turnoff to the secluded place.

Yesterday. A top that has fucked me in the past sends me a text stating there are a few guys getting together @2 to have some fun... I let him know I would be late if I could make it and he said 'No worries. Front door is open, come in, strip down, walk to you r left thru the black curtain. I got there at 3:10 and after stripping down, going behind the black curtain, it looked like they were only 3 guys there now and they were winding down. Somewhat disappointed I sat on the bed and just watched them talk as I have never 2 of the 3. The top I know (hot daddy type), and older guy, (70s?) and a twink. The twink comes over and sticks his dick in my mouth and I start sucking it, while holding on to my friends cock hoping he can get it hard and fuck me like he has in the past. I stand up to change positions and I bend over, twink to my back, friend in front and the twink takes the hint and starts to rub his cock on my hole... he slides it in and then tells me to get on the bed. I get on the bad and he eagerly mounts me and starts fucking me good... Just what I needed... He stopped, then said 'fuck I need to blow this load' at which my friend told him to fill me up...Back in goes his cock and about 10 pumps later he is blowing his load. As he got off me I thanked him and tell him I really needed that and appreciated the attention. No sooner had he moved off me than the old guy slides in and shoves his cock in my hole. He is making comments about how my hole is so wet and slippery with the load already there. He pumped me about 3 minutes then blew his load in my cum filled hole giving me my second load. My friend was already 'done' as he had fucked both the other guys before I arrived, so everyone was done. By 3:30 everyone was dressed and leaving, so it was a very productive 20 minutes.... Can't wait to do it again!

Well what an amazing experience. He arrived on time, had a pee and got to business. It's so different not being able to see. He undid his buckle and his trousers fell to the floor. His hands caressed my arse cheeks and I then felt his cock rest against my hole. I gently caressed his balls to get his cock hard, to which he slowly entered my cunt. It was so nice to feel a cock in my hole again, tho to be honest it had only been 1 day since I was bred by the married Arab. Being on holiday just makes me horny and more of a slut than usual. He was moaning in pleasure and his accent sounded American. That's so hot, I don't often get bred by Americans. He built up the rhythm and then I felt the contractions of his cock unloading in my cunt. I thought that would be it, his cock would plop out and he'd be off, but no. His cock stayed hard and he started again. Building up, taking his time and obviously enjoying the ride. He blew twice in my cunt, not going soft and without his cock leaving my hole. That's a first for me. He dressed and left without me glimpsing what he looked like. I quickly got a Grindr message to say how hot that was for him , which I totally agreed with. He's keen for a repeat before I leave in 3 days, I said I'd try and organise some sloppy seconds for him, so I guess I'll be Grindr surfing the next 2 days.. Q

The 4 of them exited the pool. Matt took the lead, "I'll grab towels and sunscreen" And he did so, passing the towels among them. "I haven't dried you off since you were a baby and it was never like this! MJ, you have a beautiful cock!" "Not as beautiful as the cock that made me!" MJ exclaimed, lovingly drying his dad's cock. I love being uncut like Uncle Ty and you. Me and TJ were the only uncut guys in school. Cut cocks are so plain and boring." Hearing what MJ said, Ty chimed in, "No male in my family has ever been circumcised! They consider it mutilation and there are nerves in foreskin that enhances stimulation. Plus it gives us more to play with. I couldn't love Matt any less if he'd been cut, but I'm glad it never came to that. TJ, your cock looks like it's bigger than mine! and it feels wonderful!" "Dad, your cock feels wonderful too and it'll feel more wonderful when you fuck me and take my cherry tonight. Thank you for continuing the family tradition and not mutilating my cock!" "Piggy as I am, I'm still practical and that means using sunscreen." Matt advised. "Ty, TJ, being black doesn't exempt you the sun can damage your sexy ebony skin. I know I'm a pain in the ass but for purely selfish reasons I need you guys in my life! Young men, on your chairs, on your backs so your dads can apply it for you!" MJ and TJ took the 2 center lounge chairs, their dads standing beside them. Starting at his son's feet, Matt lovingly applied the sunscreen up his legs. Not surprisingly, MJ was hard and leaking when his dad's hands reached his crotch. "A good 9" and half coverage with a thick veiny foreskin. I'm impressed!" Looking up, MJ saw his dad's throbbing hardon. "Just a bit shorter than yours, not that I'm jealous! Believe me, it's taking every ounce of my willpower to not take it in my mouth, That first load of POZCUM is going deep in my ass!" "I have a wonderful son!" Matt said. "Ty, I think our sons need to hear this, don't you?" With a nod from Ty, he continued. "I hooked up with a sexy man, knowing he was viral, and willingly let him fuck me. Since we've never kept any secrets, I told Ty all about it and we made a pact that I'd knock him up as a symbol of our bond as soon as I came down with the fuckflu. It wasn't attractive, but the moment I came in Ty it was romantic!" "At that moment, I truly became Matt's other half and once I had the fuckflu, I gave the virus back to him." Ty said, proudly. "It's something to celebrate. Granted it'll be different but it'll create a bond like nothing else!" Genuinely curious, MJ asked, "Dad, tell us what the fuckflu is like so we can know what to expect." "There are guys who never got the fuckflu or it was so mild they didn't notice" Matt replied. "I saw it as a badge of honor. Between the night sweats, the fever, puking and the runs, I felt sick as a dog but proud of the power it would leave me with. Not to worry, we'll nurse you through it with some weak fucking!" "Honestly dad, Uncle Matt makes the 'gift' sound absolutely amazing and getting it from you, cumming from the cock that made me (pun intended) will be extra special" TJ confessed. "At the risk of prying, have the 2 of you knocked up others?" With total confidence, Ty said, "So far, it's been a symbol of love between Matt and myself. Tonight, it becomes a symbol of love for the 4 of us. Of course. to make sure it's successful there are steps we must take, but we'll guide you through it." "Fuck, it looks like we're in for a wild night and I'm glad you'll be there with me sharing it!" MJ said, his cock throbbing in anticipation. "Dad just when I thought I couldn't love you any stronger, this happens!" Filled with a twisted sense of pride, Matt said, "Our love will continue to grow stronger. If you'll allow, it's not just tonight that'll be wild, but our lives. That's how it's been with Ty and me and I only hope the 4 of us get to share in that!" "Count on it, dad!" MJ declared. "All this talk of gifts, fuckflus and wild lives has made me not just horny, but hungry! Let's wash the sunscreen off under the outdoor shower before we head back in." Rising from his chair, Matt announced, "Lunch sounds like a good idea! I'll go first and order some pizzas. Since you 2 are now of legal age, you can have beer." He purposely shook his ass as he walked to the shower. A few minutes later they were all inside. "These apps are so convenient, they have all my info stored and it'll be here in 15 minutes. Cashless including the tip. We can stay naked, I'll just grab a dirty pair of sweats from the laundry when it gets here." They sat there in silence, fondling each other until the doorbell rang. Pulling on a dirty pair of sweats, Matt went to the door and quickly returned carrying 2 boxes. "You should've seen the package on that delivery twink! 'If there's anything, ANYTHING I can do for you, call the shop and ask for Sam' If he's poz, I might consider." A drop of precum appeared on his foreskin when he removed his sweats. Ty opened the refrigerator and managed ton retrieve 8 cans of beer. We ate in silence and when sauce dripped on us, we licked it off. The 4 of them always wolfed down the pizza and the young men evenly matched their dads, chugging the beers and they finished in 20 minutes. With a loud belch, Matt announced, "You can't buy beer you can only rent it!" "Dad, can I drink your piss?" MJ asked. "After watching you and Uncle Ty. TJ nd I have been drinking from each other and not to toot our on horns, we're quite good at it, never spilling a drop!" Matt merely stood up and placed his cock in MJ's mouth and he drank like milk from a bottle. "Thirsty?" Ty asked, rising from his seat as TJ grabbed his cock and practically sucked out his piss. To be continued

Since there's always been an open door policy between the Evans and Williams houses, it was perfectly normal for TJ and his dad to enter unannounced through the patio sliders. "TJ, you can sit across from me and Uncle Ty, across from dad. Nod if we're all on the same page" There were nods all around. "Uncle Ty, Dad, any questions or comments?" Matt was the first to speak. "Ty, it seems the QUEER gene is strong in both of us and we've created 2 hunky studs. MJ, you said you saw Uncle Ty and me having sex on your hidden cams. Are they stills or videos and what exactly were we doing? Do you still have them?" "HD videos and the cams operate by motion detection. TJ and I have everything saved on our laptops and I mean EVERYTHING you 2 hot men and your various friends do. Thanks to you we never had to buy porn. You guys could make a fortune, specially because it's natural and not scripted. Beyond that, it's been a tutorial on how men please other men, in the most beautiful and dare I say nasty ways. I also like the way you refer to yourselves as QUEER instead of gay. Sounds so powerful." "That was your dad's doing." Ty said as Matt played footsie with his son under the table. "Powerful is right! Matt told me he felt gay sounded too polite and QUEER was like a slap in the face to outsiders but completely comfortable amongst our own. By fate, we were assigned a dorm room together and we both confessed to being bi, which at the time was true. He pulled me in for the most amazing kiss and we were instant boyfriends and buddies. We've loved each other ever since. I hope that's not too much for you young men." With a wicked grin, TJ said, "Not in the least. MJ and I have also been boyfriends and buddies since we came out to each other as QUEER, to use your word. You and Uncle Matt have been the most constant and wonderful men in our lives and we both love and respect you. Now that things are out in the open, you also need to know that we find the 2 of you totally sexy!" "Do you now?" Matt asked, reaching over to squeeze MJ's thigh. "Speaking for both Ty and myself, we've both secretly lusted after the 2 of you and now, here we are, free to act on those lustful desires. Are we free to do that? Tell us, is there anything you'd like to know about the things we've done? You're certainly old enough to have an open and honest discussion. TJ? MJ?" TJ was the first to speak. "Dad, you and Uncle Matt seem to do an awful lot of kissing. More than you do with other men. Is there a reason for that? I love kissing MJ, but we've never kissed anyone else, but I'm hoping Uncle Matt will change that for me." "Let me take that," Matt said. "as much as we enjoy other men, your dad and I love each other and our kisses have a level of intimacy beyond what we feel when kissing others. Of course, being family, that may apply to us. Plant one on me!" With that, Matt placed his mouth on TJ's and Ty did the same with MJ. After 5 minutes of swapping spit the 4 of them pulled back. "You're right about intimacy. I feel it when I kiss TJ, but it's there with you in a different but just as wonderful way!" MJ said. "Matt, your son has inherited your talented tongue!" Ty exclaimed, licking his lips. "Different from our kisses but just as powerfully intimate. I'm liking the way things seem to be progressing." Smiling broadly, MJ said, "Uncle Ty, I can see why my dad loves kissing you and it's one of the most exciting things to watch. You and TJ both kiss intimately, but in different ways." "Not that it's any of our business " Ty said, a bit nervous. "How far have the 2 of you gone?" "We've been suck buddies since we were 16." MJ said. "Before then, we jacked each other's dicks and ate each other's cum. After seeing you guys, we decided to wait until today to give you men our virgin asses. I have a confession to make, dad, I stole one of your dildos and TJ and I would use them on each other. So, will you and Uncle TJ take our cherries? More than anything we want our first cocks to fuck us to be the cocks that made us. How about it?" He asked, actually feeling himself blushing. Feeling a strong stirring in his crotch, Matt replied, "After everything you've seen, did you really think I'd refuse? Knowing and loving Uncle Ty as I do I can say for certain that he's just as agreeable. I'm guessing you have this all planned out. Won't you tell us?" "MJ thinks it best that we take things slow and I agree" TJ replied. "I'm thinking we have a swim until lunch. Then a nice long makeout session until dinner and finally the entire night." "In other words, a seduction!" Matt declared, clearly pleased at how wonderfully he and Ty had raised their sons. To be continued.

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

I couldn't take it anymore. After dating my ex boyfriend for 3 years, he broke up with me to go to college. I had literally saved myself for him. There were plenty of guys I could have had, being a young, small girl with anything but small breasts has it's advantages. But now that he's pulling that shit, fuck it. I was responsible long enough, now is my time to have fun. I headed over to a local movie theater. Since it's Friday night there's a midnight showing of 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'. I don't care about the movie too much, but it always seems to attract the horniest of dudes. Upon entering the place, I realize I had underestimated the amount of erotica that could be held in a building. Within a few feet of the entrance alone, there was at least 20 guys wearing anything from jockstraps to full leather BDSM gear. Since the ratio of girls to men was heavily skewed towards guys, I was approached pretty quickly by a guy wearing a tight leather g-string. It didn't leave much to the imagination. "You come here lookin' for some lovin'?" Since my answer was strictly yes, I didn't see any reason to dance around the issue. "Yes, I need to get fucked." The man grins. "You sound pretty eager. Do you want to go now or should I gather up some more guys?" This intrigued me, I hadn't thought about having sex with multiple men in the same night. Now that it's come up though, I figure I might as well go hard or go home. I reply "Dear jesus, yes. Can you get a few guys?" "Heck yeah," says the dude. "Before I do, do you want to set some ground rules first? Like safety rules or anything?" Safety obviously isn't too high a priority for me right now. I never took sex ed, but I figure the chance of actually catching something is fairly low. At the same time, I don't want to seem like a slut or anything. Like maybe not as many guys would want to fuck me if they thought I had something? I decide I should at least pretend to care, just so I can get as many guys as possible. "Uh, I don't need a condom or anything, but if someone is about to stick it in they need to tell me if they think they have an STD. Like it may not be a deal breaker, I still might let them do it, I just need to know." "Sure thing, I'll go get some guys. To make it extra special though, how about lets blind fold you until we get there?" I was definitely up for some extra kinks. My first time having sex had to be memorable ya know? So I agreed. The dude put the blind folds on first, then led me down the street to his apartment. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go get my crew." I heard him close the door as he left. A while later, I'm not sure how long, I hear a large amount of guys enter the place. "Oh shit that's a fine hotty you've caught." One of them said. "How old is she? She's legal right?" Another guy chimed in; "She looks just old enough." As the men shuffled around, I heard the first man come up behind me. He whispered in my ear 'are you ready beautiful?' as he grabbed my shirt at the breast and pulled it down. Another guy came up and started unbuckling my pants. "Would you like to see who's about to fuck you?" I nod in agreement. The man takes off my blindfold and in front of me is this well built hunk, with a massive uncut penis. "oh fuck..." I whisper. He pulls down my pants and underwear as the first dude takes off my shirt and bra. Now, totally naked, I realize there's not turning back. This is the moment I lose my virginity. The man climbed on top of me. I spread my legs to let him in. He jabs at my pussy, but I only yelp in pain. My lack of experience is showing... The man realizes the issue and sticks a few fingers in me first. He starts fingering my insides hard "you want this cock don't you? Tell me you want this cock." "I want that cock!" I say, "I don't believe you, why isn't your hole opening you stupid slut?" He reaches up and grabs my throat. "I'm going to shove it in again and you're going to open, okay?" I try to mumble an affirmative but only moans come out. He takes his fingers out and in one stroke powers his penis inside me. It felt like a fucking cement truck hit me. He didn't wait for me to catch up. He started humping me faster and faster, while still shouting 'you want this fucking cock you fucking slut? you want my cum? Your pussy is mine you whore." After only a minute or two he roars up and sinks his cock into me for the last time, I feel it shudder as he pumps his seed into me. Since I wasn't on birth control, I realized he might have just gotten me pregnant. I don't have time to wonder for long though, as another man quickly climbs on top of me. After a painful first minute, my vagina started getting used to the pain. Plus the cum from the first dude made great lube for this one. Within the next hour, about 12 men took turns pumping their seeds into me. By the end, I was exhausted, but holy shit was it fun. After the last dude cums I realize that the first dude, the one that had originally invited me to this, hadn't taken his turn. Maybe he'd forgotten? I sit up to look around for him, and he clearly didn't forget. He comes up from behind me and started kissing my neck. I moan again. He reaches around and starts fingering my clit. "Ooooh, you're bleeding down their... I hope you still have time for one more..." He pushes me forward so I'm laying on my stomach. "Fuck yes, I need your cum." "Good... One thing though... you said we should tell you if we had an STD right?" He remembers my original and only rule, but he still pokes his penis into my vagina. I moan loudly. "Well..." He starts humping me. I feel his penis going in and out. I feel his skin on my skin. Out of the 13 fucks I had that night, this was on a whole other level. "I have AIDS." he says. My stomach dropped. Did he just say AIDS? Like HIV? Is that why he went last? Cause none of the other guys wanted it? I started to try to flop over, but he picks up his pace, and it just feels so good... I let him keep going. He keeps going though "You said you wanted to get fucked... well this fuck will be the best fuck of your life. You won't ever forget it..." He keeps pounding my pussy, his hands were on the back of my head now, holding me down. "You'll get what you wanted, Cum. You are a cum slut. That's all your good for. Worth less than trash." He keeps jawing at me, I could feel my pussy convulsing as another organism approached. "Who cares if you catch the bug? I could throw you in the dumpster and no one would care. You're good for a fuck and that's it. I hope you remember two things after this; that you have HIV, and that you're fucking worthless." His shit talking was throwing me over the edge. I didn't care about catching the bug. I didn't care about ever having sex again. The only thing that existed at that moment is working this mans cock til it explodes. I feel him start going even faster, til he's outright jack hammering my pussy. I hear the 'spat, spat, spat' of each hump as the sounds morph together. I feel his penis start to expand. "Worthless bitch... Dumb slut..." I feel him grab my shoulders, push me further into the bed, as he roars up and yells "FUCKING CUM DUMPSTER!" my body explodes in complete orgasm as his cock explodes within me. Jets of poisonous semen coating my insides. I feel pump after pump of his throbbing penis as his seed reaches the deepest part of my hole. "Fuck, FUCK!" I moan as he keeps pumping the last of his venom into my uterus. He gets off me. "Okay slut, you had your fun. If you don't catch the bug in a couple weeks, come back and see me, otherwise you've gotta go. " While I could barely walk at this point, I manage to make it back to the theater where a few friends find me and take me home. Only a week later, I come down with the worst flu of my life. I realize I've made a horrible mistake. But it's too late. This is a part of me now. It'll be with me forever. At least I don't have to worry about slutting around anymore, right?

Before the main event, here's some necessary background. Tyler Evans Jr, known as TJ and Matt Williams, known as MJ are lifelong friends who share a birthday. Growing up next door to each other, their dads are also friends. MJ was born prematurely, in the seventh month and his mom died in childbirth. TJ was full term and born exactly an hour later. TJ's mom ran off with a truck driver when he was 2 years old. Matt and Tyler, the elders are college friends and partners in a construction company. Today is their 18th birthday and the 2 of them have something special planned. While TJ is black and MJ white, they'd always considered themselves to be brothers and they never spent a day apart. Matt Sr came down to the kitchen, surprised to see that his son was already awake and had breakfast on the table. Both dressed only in boxers and wifebeaters, it was always casual attire at this hour. "Happy 18th Birthday, my young man! What are your plans for today?" He gave his son a chaste kiss on his forehead. MJ had grown into quite an attractive man, he'd inherited his late mother's bright red hair, but he was otherwise his father's son, 6' tall and toned with a hairy chest, a trim moustache and from what he could see, an ample package. "I think a proper kiss is in order!" MJ exclaimed, surprising his dad by pulling his face close and parting his lips. Though shocked, his dad responded and they kissed passionately for a minute. Pulling back, he said, "TJ and I have the same things planned. As a matter of fact, he and Uncle Ty are most likely doing just what we are right now. You see, we've known about you and Uncle Ty for quite some time. Don't worry, if we weren't fine with it, I wouldn't have kissed you like that, but I've wanted this for the longest time." Taken aback and yet relieved Matt Sr heaved a sigh. "How did you find out? How long have you known? How much do you know? Why did you wait until now to tell me this? Are you and TJ both fine with having gay dads?" "Since we never saw you dating any women, but you guys were out every night, we decided to get on our bikes and follow you, we were 14 at the time. Your red truck is hardly inconspicuous and when we saw it parked at B&S Tavern with the rainbow flag, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. I'd known for sure I'm gay since I was 10, but it wasn't until that night that I told TJ. He came out to me and we had our first kiss. I think we know every dirty detail and dirty isn't bad. If you remember, it was about that time I wanted to work for the CIA as an agent. Thanks to your generous allowance, I was able to buy tiny cameras which I put all over the house and we've seen everything! There was no need for us to buy porn when we had 2 hot studs enjoying each other and the occasional other men!" Next door, at the Evans house, the conversation went like this. "So you see, dad, MJ and I have known for quite some time and you have our approval as well as our blessings! Today, I'm officially a man and I want to be kissed like one!" He pulled his father's face to his and they kissed deeply. "Maybe it's wrong to speak ill of the woman who gave birth to you, but I'm glad you're nothing like her" Ty said. "From the day you were born, you were the image of me and as amazing as that is, I'm proud of the sweet, smart man you've grown into. If you don't mind me saying so, you and MJ are both sexy! Breakfast is gonna get cold. Let's eat!" Back at the Williams residence, MJ had just loaded the dishwasher when he got a text from TJ, 'Dishwasher loaded, do you want us there?' He replied, 'As soon as you can and don't bother getting dressed, just use the gate!' To be continued? Feedback appreciated.

So I'm working on a cruise ship for a few weeks. So far, nothing. But, today, well, different story. First up, a Dom top into some kink. We chat on grindr, so I invite Sir to my cabin - dim lights, door ajar, me on knees waiting. Sir comes in, presses his crotch on my face so I start mouthing his hard cock. He takes of his shirt, I unbutton his pants and start in on his glorious cock. Rock hard, I take him to the base. He really appreciates my oral skills, starts throat fucking me, moaning and telling me what a good faggot cocksucker I am. I'm using the throat slime to wet my hole up for him. So he pulls me off and asks me if I want to get fucked like a bitch. YES SIR! So he puts me face down ass up on the bed, gets behind me and starts fingering my hole, feels how wet it is, then lines up and slides in. I'm in fucking heaven! He starts pumping me, telling me what a hot hole I have, what a sweet cumdump pussy... Sir thank You Sir ! He pushes my down on the bed, drilling deep. I thank him for reshaping my pussy to fit his glorious cock..he keeps on using me, I start to beg him to own me, to knock me up. Hes kissing and biting my neck and shoulders, asking me who's pussy this is..I'm begging for his load, he obliges, and shoots me full of His seed. Pulls out, then grabs my head and shoves his slimy cock down my throat for a clean up. He does his cock across my face, gets dressed thanks me and leaves, with instruction that he will be back and I'd better be ready. Yes Sir ! Not 5 mins later, another top want my room number, so, I oblige. Hes oral only, and damn he has a nice uncut cock. Comes in lies down and is ready for service. I oblige, and suck him til hes ready to cum.. Asks me where I want it. I say swallow, so I'm sucking him and when hes ready to cum, he shoves my head down so hes shooting into the back of my throat, straight down my throat... glorious!

Slammer in LA is a hot sex club, at least when I’ve been there. I get there two or three times a year. Was there on a Sunday afternoon about a month ago. I got my cock sucked by a dozen guys, fucked about eight, and squirted a load into two. Was there about 90 minutes and left VERY satisfied and with empty balls.

I do, he's one filthy pig.....hot 🔥

There's no doubt about it, this sick poz fucker was a master at getting bottoms to give up the goods. And unfortunately I fell prey to his slick style. The guy was on Manhunt and the only pic showing was of his dick. And man was it a good picture! He claims "8x6" in his stats section (don't they all!) but the picture of his dangling meat looks to measure up to every inch of his profile. And this fucker had been dangling this meat in front of me for about a year. We would chat on and off, whenever we would see each other online. He said all the right things, about eating my pussy to get me good and open before he slow-fucked his massive meat into me. He talked about taking his time with me, making me feel good, working my ass deep, etc. Yes, he was poz, but he said he was healthy and since I was neg he wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. You know, all the frilly language that gets a bottom going. He would even open his one, locked "face pic" for me and I would get to see a handsome, older daddy face to go with that cock. But we would somehow never quite manage to hook up. Something would "suddenly come up" and Marsha Brady would disappear. His face pic would relock, and I wouldn't see him online for awhile. Until the next time. Yeah, that fucker teased me for a good, long while-- baiting that hook well. Until one fateful Saturday, when he finally managed to "close the deal". It was around 1 am and I had been horny all day with no takers. I was cruising online, trying to find something...ANYTHING... to take care of my itch. When I suddenly get an IM from him: Him: Hey, what's up tonight? Me: I am CRAZY horny. I need cock so bad I can taste it Him: I'm horny too. We should fuck Me: ABSOLUTELY! I would do anything for your cock to be in me tonight Him: I just got in from the bar. You wanna cum here? Me: Are you serious? are we gonna do this finally?? Just tell me where, and I'll cum over Him: Yeah. let's do it. ok, bring poppers. you'll need them :-) Me: God, I can't wait for this! I've been wanting your cock for so long! Him: And I've wanted your ass. When you get to my place, I'll let you in but I want you to turn around, drop your and put your hands on the door so I can immediately start eating your ass Me: deal! He sent me his address and I was out the door in a flash. He wasn't that far away, and I arrived at his apartment about 15 minutes later. I knocked and his door opened up enough to let me in. It was fairly dark inside, and I whispered hello as I turned around and dropped my sweats. His hot mouth was at my crack in an instant and his tongue was burrowing into my hole expertly. I was so turned on I had to concentrate not to pop my nut right then and there. After about 10 minutes of him tonguing my spleen, he says "Let's go to the bedroom". And he starts walking down the hall. I followed him back, and when we got to the dim light coming from the porn playing in his room what I saw was... disarming. He did not look like his pictures. Or better yet, his face pic was him... but from years ago. And the years had not been kind. He vaguely looked like Chet from Weird Science. He was bald now and had quite a gut and kind of emaciated limbs. Frankly, he looked sick, and this made my stomach churn. He had said he was healthy, but he didn't look it. About the only thing that DID look healthy on him was his massive prong. It stood out proudly from his bony hips, and there was a shiny drop of precum at the tip. It was every bit 8x6... possibly more... with an angry, shiny, purple mushroom head and a slight downward arc. "Get on all fours at the edge of the bed," he commanded. I hesitated. He could sense my nervousness and disappointment at his appearance. I'm sure he'd encountered this exact same reaction before and he was well prepared. He simply smiled a sickly grin and grabbed his cock and wagged it at me. "You like this, don't you boy? You've been fantasizing about this stretching that pucker for awhile now, haven't you? And I can see you're turned on by the thought," he said with a glance down at my still hard cock. "Get on the bed and I'll eat your butt some more. We won't do anything you don't want to do." And he flexed his cock again and the swell of that fucker hypnotized me. I found myself complying and getting on the bed. He knelt and began tonguing my hole in earnest and I gotta say-- it was fucking hot. He was really getting in there, and he was also doing the "spit on my hole" thing which drives me wild. When I was bucking back onto his tongue, he figured I was ready. He stood up and pumped a fistful of lube into his hand from the large bottle on the nightstand. "Now might be a good time to hit those poppers," he said while he teased and rubbed his cockhead all over my pucker. "Um... I'm not sure...." I hedged. But he knew. He knew I was in heat at this point and that my will was weak. "Hit the poppers, boy. You'll enjoy this more." And I did as he said. Just as the rush was taking hold, he took hold of my hips and pressed his head slowly into me. My ass opened up readily and accepted his tainted shaft. He inched in with agonizing slowness and I had to buck back into him to sink the remaining 3 inches into me. The pain has his head pierced my second ring was exquisite. And although I am ashamed to admit this, I was in heaven. I knew that he was sick, and that he probably had full blown AIDS, but I didn't care. I was so goddamn horny I would have taken any cock at that moment, and here he was presenting me with a perfect fuckstick. A tool of beauty that was hitting me perfectly and deeply. I tried to hump back onto him in order to fuck myself on his meat, but he would have none of it. "Oh no, boy. We're gonna take this slow and make it last. I wanna edge myself with your hole, like I've been edging myself all day.' And with that he took over the fuck and I just hit the poppers and was along for the ride. He slowfucked me for the better part of 30 minutes. Just slowly sliding into me until his head popped into my colon and his pubes were nestled against my asscheeks, and then a slow pullout to where just his fat head was still inside my pucker. And then a pause. And then another slow push in, and pull back. It honestly drove me crazy. Especially each time his head drove across and past my prostate. His massive member milked me from the inside and I was drooling precum all over his bedspread. He then gradually started speeding up and thrusting a bit harder into my ass. His cock was long enough to pop into my inner sanctum, but just barely. So in effect it was really more just ramming it. I could feel the punch of his dick with each thrust and it hurt, but the prostate work was pure pleasure. His thrusting then started getting violent as his hands gripped my hips firmly. I was hitting the poppers almost constantly to keep myself as open as possible for all that meat. "Damn boy! You're gonna make me cum!" he shouted. "Not in me!" I bleated. "Too late," he grunted while he shoved in as deep as he could. I felt his cock start to throb deep inside me and I knew he was shooting his poz load into me. His toxic load. His viral load. I felt turned on and ashamed and disgusted and excited all at the same time. I was also still hard and my ass wasn't done with his beautiful cock. When his orgasm subsided, he went back to slow fucking me. Long, slow pullout-- long push back in. He wasn't quite as hard as he had been, but he was still at nearly full mast. Only now, his dick was sliding more smootly inside me and his thrusts were making wet sounds. "You liked that, didn't you boy? I knew you were a chaser- I just had to get you to the point where your desires took over from your brain." All I could do was nod. "Mmmm, my cock may not be done with you yet either. He likes young, neg hole. You may get another load, if you want one. So.. you want one, boy?" I gave him the only answer I could. I finally got home and into my own bed around 3:30 that morning, my head buzzing with what I had just done (twice). And my ass leaking the evidence.

No "struggle" here, i've long practiced introspection and know how i feel and think and i think it's important to be able to articulate those things. i don't think it's that hard to do, juwt that we just aren't practiced at it. i think we learn how to hide our perceived vulnerabilities from an early age. Add to that, we are talking about guys who wanna get fucked. Despite more recent trends of acceptance, guys who want to get fucked are still considered lesser or perverted by many. Then there are the subtle rejectors and the internalized, unconscious phobias. i think all of these things can contribute to the 'struggle' for many. For me, it is a layered answer that can have so many components. my simplest explanation is: "i'm a guy with a pussy." i have the testosterone drive a guy has, and a woman does not, but it's all wired to my hole, receiving and being penetrated , where other guys are wired to penetrate and impart themselves into another. To me it's like a mix of male and female chemistry, but not solely one or the other. For instance, i was married (to a woman) for many years. One of the distinct differences i found between the sexes was how romance was perceived so differently. For me, it's intensely romantic when a Man gropes me or expresses His lust. In my experience, women want/need other things before it moves on to the physical, or they just do not seem to need/want sex like a male does. In a lot of male/female relationships, sex gets weaponized or becomes a manipulative tool in the hands of the woman that she uses to get other desires/needs fulfilled. None of that enters in (for me at least(. i'm a guy who's 'cock' just happens to be in back. And sex is much more than physical for me. To me, male Cock and male pussy are emotional/psychological 'organs,' as much as physical. Sex is always better for me holistically. When the Man i am with is in touch with Himself, fully knows His need/desire to penetrate, fuck and inseminate and understands my corresponding need/desire to be penetrated, fcuked and inseminated by Him, sex becomes a mutual, symbiotic experience, not solely about Him or me, but completely about us experiencing something we cannot have solo.

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Finally went to my first Cum Union event and fuck was it great! The Z is pretty small, I got a private room but mostly so I could take a break and relax and rest a bit before I had to drive back to Austin. They have a sling but the main play space is really just 2 setups of 3 stalls with a pair of glory holes each. One of the outer stalls is open, the other e have doors and all have a bench of some sort that’s the correct height to lay down or straddle and put your hole right up to the glory hole. I spent most of the night laying on by back, legs in the air with my hole firmly pressed to a glory hole, door wide open. Guys would walk by, sometimes pass and turn around to get a better look or just stop and watch. Almost every single one would then hop over to the next stall and take their turn breeding my hole. It was so fucking hot! My only complaint is everyone was locking the middle door while they were fucking me but I would have definitely preferred they left it open at tag teamed with other tops. I didn’t think about keeping a load count but I’m pretty sure I broke my record of 50 in a day without even trying in just 10 hours and basically all anon! I highly recommend The Z if your into anonymous glory hole breeding! I will definitely be going back for another Cum Union!

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Just got home from the bathhouse, I was about to give up and go home when I happened upon 2 couples sucking in the porn viewing room, so I decided to stay and watch in case it developed into an orgy. One couple didn't do much, but the other couple a black guy and a really cute twink eventually the black guy started fucking the twink and bred him pretty quickly. By that time another really young looking guy had entered the room and the cute twink talked him into breeding him as well. Then he practically pounced on my now rock hard cock and sucked me to the root. When he came up for air he asked if I wanted to blow a load and let me taste his cock. I answered that I would breed him if he returned the favor. He quickly sat down on my cock and rode me, while I complimented him on his cummy lose hole. Once I bred him I turned around and presented my needy hole, he got in many and bred me with a huge load after just 3 strokes.

I watched the full moon come up. While I always looked forward to full moons, this one was special. This was the first full moon after my son's 18th birthday. Actually, it was my son's 18th. Like all males in my line, he was born on the first day of the full moon. We'd had a party that day with all his friends, but I made sure it was over by late afternoon. As the full moon rose, huge on the horizon, its ghostly light filled the twilight with sharp shadows. Between my legs, I felt its power as my cock and nuts began to swell and grow. I was naked, my 6’4 frame standing in the window watching the moon. Hard muscles lined my body in a taut swimmer's build. Strong, lean muscles bound my legs, and even before the moon rose, my penis was of breathtaking proportions. Fully limp, it dangled 15 inches from my hairy crotch, a wrist-thick hose. Behind it, a nut sack that belonged on a bull hung down, each orb as big as a coconut. When I got hard, which happens often, just over 2 feet of arm-thick dick stuck out from my groin, straight out, a foot around, with a head bigger than my fist. Precum ran from my dick like a stream, and I came in pints, not teaspoons like a “normal” human. But that was normally, not during the full moon. As the moon bathed me in its light, I felt my groin tingle like I was getting hard, but I wasn't, not yet. I watched as my limp dick grew, getting fatter, longer, heavier. Two feet of limp dick, now three. My nuts swelled even more impressively, by the time my outrageous penis hit a yard long, limp, my nuts were larger than watermelons, and hung well past my knees. From my son's room I heard screams of surprise, wonder, shock and a touch of pain. I smiled. Almost every one of us goes through our initial transformation at least somewhat clothed, and when you grow from a perfectly average cock to one that reaches to the floor, well, pants stop cutting it. I walked over to my son's room, my monstrous limp pecker swinging about a foot above the floor. It would almost drag on the ground, but the mammoth nut-sack behind it held a good portion of it up. The door to his room flew open, and there he was naked, and somewhat panicked. He was quite a sight! 18, youthful, smooth and still boyish. Long blond hair, blue eyes (don't' as me now, I'm dark haired, dark eyed), and my eyes widened when I saw how he had grown! I knew from spying on him that his dick was a normal 18-year old 6-incher, which he, like any teen, had been jerking off since he was 11 years. He found out about guys just before he got his driver's license, and Tommy (my son) and his best friend Rick lost their cherries to each other soon after. O.k., so it isn't the most scrupulous thing to do, spying on your own son while he sucks dick for the first time, or jerks off his buddies, or such, but hey, how else was I supposed to keep up on my son's development. O.k., that's a lame excuse. I just liked watching two 16 year-old boys go at it, especially when one is my son. Rick was also a damn hung teen boy! Tommy couldn't get enough of Rick's 9-inch teen dick, and to give Rick his due, he loved having my son cum in his mouth. But what was throbbing between his legs was a bit larger than Rick's 9-incher. At the sight of it, my 36-inch limp pecker began to grow, but my son's was already rock hard. It still looked like a teen boy's rod and nuts, but the WereQueer gene had gone overboard. Normally, we grew from an average dick to a 2-footer or so on the first transformation, with the rest growing as you finished puberty. Not my son! His 18 year-old penis was as massive as my own 35 year-old cock. Four feet of throbbing dick stuck out from in front of him, each nut bigger than a watermelon (yes, I know I've used that analogy before, but it's hard to find things to compare our nuts to!), and precum spitting out the tip. He looked at me, panic and lust in his face. We were about 5 feet apart, so our dicks overlapped by several feet. I could feel hot splashes on my body from his precum, and I could see his body getting wet with mine. I saw his nostrils flare as he smelled my scent, and I could feel my head filling with his. I knew from experience that soon he would be beyond reason, that soon lust would fill him. It takes a few transformations before you can control the lust rampaging through your body, and longer before you can control what happens when you smell another WereQueer in heat. I decided to help him through this moment, so I did exactly what my dad did to me, 19 years ago. I turned around, our dicks slamming against each other, causing us both to grunt is pleasure, and bent over, my nuts hanging past my knees, almost to my ankles, my erect dick sticking past my face, drooling precum into the hall carpet. The sight of my manhole did it. Reason totally left him as the sight of a hole to fuck filled his eyes. He lunged forward, and I felt his massive, bulbous cockhead ricochet off my ass. I reached back and grabbed it and lowered him down until he was on target. Without any thought, he lunged forward, and I grunted as I felt him split me in two. His dickhead, half as wide as my hips, popped in, followed by a good foot of shaft as he powered into me. Good thing WereQueers can take anything up their ass without damage! I felt him shove more and more shaft into me, loosing his cock-cherry to my hole (his anal cherry would come later that night). Soon 3 of his 4 feet of dick were in me and I started encouraging him to fuck me. “C'mon Son, plough your dad with that monster dick! Fuck me like you fuck Rick!” Nothing so intelligible was coming from his mouth, only incoherent groans and shouts of lust. He power-fucked my gaping hole, taking foot long thrusts, and I could feel his head carve a path through my guts; however, something don't change even when you're a WereQueer, and one of those things is that 18 year-olds cum very quickly. I felt his dick get even harder, like a rod of hot steel, the head swell, filling my guts even more, then he screamed and I felt the first burst of sperm fill me. For a solid minute his first jet blasted into me, then a second jet, as large as the first. As deep as my ass is, there was too much cum even for it. On the 3rd blast, his juice sprayed back at him, coating his nuts and groin, as did the next dozen shots. By the time he was done, him, my back and legs, and the floor, not to mention his the entire front of his body, were dripping with 18 year-old cum. I too had cum, from feeling my son's 48 inch penis cum inside me, the cum arching out from my dick some splashing on my face, the rest shooting down the hall, 8, 10, 12 feet until it splashed against my bedroom door. The length from us to my bedroom was also soaked in cum. He pulled out from me, slowing shrinking down to limpness, only 3 feet dangling over his enormous nuts. Mine too had subsided, but I knew it wouldn't last long. “Dad?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, “What the hell is going on! I mean, there I was standing in my room, suddenly my dick swelled so much it busted my pants, I come out here, and you're naked and I just fucked you!!” His voice rose as he spoke, climbing towards a panic. I hurried to explain before he either got hard again and had to cum before thinking properly, or he got himself into a good panic! “Son, Son, Son!” I said, eventually having to shout to be heard over him. “Everything is perfectly O.K., you're just a WereQueer.” That stopped him in his tracks. “WereQueer?” he asked, “What the Hell is that?” “It's just like a Werewolf,” I explained, “only, well, different.” “Yeah, I can see that,” he replied wryly. I smiled. If he could start to joke about it, then he was starting to calm down. I invited him into my bedroom to explain further. I explained how we'd been around for a long time, and that every full moon, his cock and lust would grow to immense proportions. By the time I got that out, his cock was growing again, blood flowed to it as he got hard, and soon his pecker was sticking straight up, past his head, spitting precum over both of us. I pushed him down rolled him over so he was lying on his dick, the head well past his own head, wetting my bed. Before he could say anything, I got behind him and put my dickhead against his ass. My cock was almost as wide as his teen hips, and I could hardly wait to take his boyhole. Tommy was writhing on top of his cock, the head sticking out past his own head, pissing precum onto my pillows. His mouth and both hands were moving over as much cock as he could. My own 4-foot meat was causing a river to run down his crack, pooling in the incredible mass of his nut sack. I let my weight fall down on him, and his hole started to open. He was screaming in ecastcy, and I was doing the same! Ever since my son had been born I had been thinking about his day—the day my son became a full WereQueer. The head shoved into him, and his hips and belly expanded to take the volleyball sized head. I shoved and grunted, and a foot of shaft slipped in. I was about halfway in and knew he probably couldn't take me, until he reared back on his knees and took another foot into himself in one thrust. His mighty young dick exploded! I could feel his monster-nuts draw up against mine, and his ass clenched, and I watched as his enormous cockhead opened, and his 2nd WereQueer load sprayed out. Since he was almost at the headrest of my bed, it splashed against it, spraying back and over us. As the first hot splashes of my son's cum landed on me, I began to unload myself into him. I lay on top of him, 3 feet of dick buried in his guts, my cum pissing out in a steady fountain. I knew how I came. For 5 solid minutes I shot cum like a hose…no blasts, just a steady stream that shot out a good 10, 15 feet, or would have if it wasn't spraying into my son's boy hole, filling it up and spraying out of his full hole. Then the stream started to subside, and after 10 total minutes, I was done. My son had come again, and my room was ankle deep in man-juice. We spent the rest of the night fucking, sucking and playing with our enormous dicks. He sat on me, his dick between us, the 2 of us working it over, all sorts of stuff! All the fun you can have with 2 four-foot dicks, nut sacks that are as big as Glad trash bags, and loads that are properly measured in gallons (and lots of them!) Now, let me tell you how WereQueer is supposed to work. The gene hits, your cock grows to immense proportions, and the next morning you no longer have 4 feet of dick (4 feet is average for a WereQueer. The King of the WereQueers had an 8 foot dick during the full moon, and a 4 footer, normally!), but you do have at least a foot or so! Then over the next few years as you finish puberty; you grow, the average being 2 footer, with it doubling during the Full Moon. That's what mine did. Imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning, next to my son, and he was sporting something bigger than mine! He was lying there, asleep. Arching over his thigh was 30 inches, 2 1/2 feet, of limp dick, with nuts that had barely shrunk from the night before. As I watched, his penis began to grow, and soon 3 1/2 feet of super-teen pecker stood up along his chest, the head dripping precum into his face. I knew soon he'd wake up from that, and from the way he was hard, I knew he'd wake up needing to cum. He started to wake due to the precum dripping into his face, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw was his Daddy bent over, his own rock-hard 2-footer throbbing, nuts drawn up. My boy, overcome with lust, didn't even think. He just ran over and rammed his super-cock home. I screamed as his monster-dong split me open, and continued as he pumped me for several hours, cumming every few minutes, filling my ass to overflowing, until the floor was ankle-deep in our splooge, both his and mine. As we came down from our father/son orgy, and my own dick got to spend some time in my son's ass, I started to wonder…the WereQueer hierarchy is decided by the biggest dick. I've fucked around with the King of the WereQueers, and talked to him, and his dick wasn't as big as my son's when he first transformed. Could my son be the next king? If his cock growth continued, he sure would be!

I hate sharing cock with another bottom, as I know I'm a complete cock whore. Most of my friends know I'm a cock whore and proud of it. One of my friend's calls me, he to is bottom so when he invited me over to share a cock, I hesitate to until he described the cock as being 11inches long and as thick as a coke can, he told me this guy had already cummed in him twice and was ready to blow his load again. So I hopped in the car and drove to his place. Once I was there, both were naked so I striped down and climbed onto the edge of the bed with my friend, as the guy starts to lube my eager hole, his cock already buried in my friends hole as he fingers my hole, I was getting really horny and started making out with my friend, this got the other even hotter and was fucking my friend even harder, he says to guy to fuck my greedy hole, with hesitation he rams his cock into my hole, slick with lube and cum all over his cock, and says he loves cock whores that don't care where a cock has been, with in minutes my clitty was oozing cum out if which he wipes up of my tummy and feeds my cum telling me I'm a good gurl, he then starts to feed the rest of my cum to my friend who was eager to taste and eat. For the 2 hours he was swapping between the two of us, when he finally came in my friend he told me to rim and felch my friend hole, I ended up have a meal of his cum, my hole is gaped and still hungry for more cock especially this guys cock. 15 minutes later he was ready to go again, he fucked us even harder making both of us cry and both of us cum, he was brutal with the way he was ramming his cock into us, saying that our holes belonged to him , as he blows another load into my aching hole,he was balls deep when he blew his load, so I know what ever he dumped into me was deep in me. He came once more but there was very little cum this time, he said he was spent. Gave my his number and he took my number, and said he would catch up us again. My friend asked my what I thought about while we both took a shower together, I said to him glad you don't mind sharing, as if I had found him first he would be my secret, we made out in the shower, both got dressed and went out for dinner. I will be calling this guy for my own private session with him.

There will be plenty of opportunities for BB in GC. If you like daytime sex in particular, check out Basement Studios. Although you can have sex there anywhere anytime, there's a sex area out back with slings and a sex table. You'll have a great time!

Ultimately your going to have to ask yourself A) how important is doing this to you? B) If you're caught how will your husband respond? C) Are you ok with lying to your husband It can become a slippery slope. We start by justifying one action then we start justifying going a little further until One is doing things they swore they never do. I've said it on this site before one has to count the cost. If what you're going to do goes sideways can you deal with the outcome?

love this site.Breedingzone has become so important in my chase....helped define and focus my need into action.Love reading about others similar journies of discovery and experiences too.

For me it is easy. My sex organ is not my dick. Once that is out of the way men usually catch on fast.

We all hate condoms mate, that’s why we’re here. You’re young and lucky to have years of BB ahead of you 😀

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Finale: I get to Perth station and Adam has made sure I am in his carriage on the return trip to Sydney. I am so excited about the return trip with Adam (so-to-speak) and I am super curious about what he said earlier about making it interesting. I start settling in and as the train leaves the station, I get my usual warm “personal” welcome from Adam inside my cabin. One of the many things I love about Adam is flexibility to either do a quick fuck and cum quickly to serve its purpose like just now or spend an hour inside me pounding me before delivering his seed. I decide to skip dinner because I want to be nice and clean for my first night on the train back to Sydney and I want to make sure I can keep Adams load in me until his next one. At 10pm Adam is at my door on the dot. We make out for the next hour, and he fucks my hole and deposits his second load of the evening in me. It is getting a bit sloppy now as his first load has worked its way down by now lol. So, there are cum stains on the sheets and the first night isn’t even over yet lol. At 11pm while we are snuggling there is a knock at the door to my surprise. “Oh, that’s your return trip surprise” says Adam. He jumps up and opens the door and a slightly older guy steps in quickly. He is about 50 years old, just under 6’ tall, wearing worn tight dirty jeans, a plaid shirt and has a slightly fuller beard than Adam and dark brown shoulder length hair. He has piercing blue eyes which pop with his dark hair and a somewhat evil grin to him. I can see a few sleave tattoos at the end of his wrists and his shirt top buttons are undone to reveal a very hairy chest and some chest tattoos. I am kind of stunned at how hot he is yet different to Adam. “This is Dave, he is one of the train drivers.” Dave reaches out to shake my hand and his grip is firm but welcoming. “Oh come on Dave, you can do better than that” and Dave walks over to me, literally leans in over me and kisses me passionately with what seems like an endless tongue before standing back up. He clearly has a growing bulge in his jeans by this stage. “I thought it would be nice to keep it in the family” Adam says. I say, “Oh shit is this your brother?” thinking how hot, two gay brothers. “Not quite. More of a father really.” He turns to Dave and says, “show him”. Dave lifts the bottom of his shirt and pulls the top of his jeans down a bit to reveal a gorgeous hairy stomach with a clearly defined biohazard tattoo below his belly button. “Dave is the father of my poz babies. It was Dave that knocked me up on one of the trips just over 3 months ago. When I told him I knocked you up, he asked if he could add his grand dad babies to your mix. I thought it would be cool to strengthen the family line.” Adam then leans in and kisses me passionately and says, “only if you want though. But even if you do, I want to let you know, you are and always will be mine baby”. I am rock hard by this stage and Adam grabs my cock and says, “I am guessing that is a yes”. I don’t say a word. I just smile, kiss Adam back and flip over onto all fours and offer my arse to Dave. I hear Adam kiss Dave again and then I hear Dave undo his jeans and I feel a bulging head press against my wet cummy arse and just slide right in. Adam moves around to my front, and I expect to get a mouthful of his cock, but I don’t. Adam is now kneeling face to face with me as Dave is starting to pump my hole. I can feel Adams cum coating his dick and now dripping down my leg as Dave fucks me and it is making a sloppy wet noise now. Adam is now kissing me as Dave fucks me. “How does it feel to be kissed by a man who loves you as you are fucked by another man?” I am in heaven and my groaning confirms it. “Cause if you enjoy this, then maybe you and I got something special. Your arse is always going to be mine. It is always going to be me that knocked you up, but seeing another man fuck you turns me on so much. As long as it is my cock and my load last in every night and you, I fall asleep with and wake up too, I think we got something special here”. I am moaning with pleasure, and I see the excitement and passion in Adams eyes as he says this. And I lose myself in the moment. “YES!” I almost yell it. Adam stands up and now his cock is in my mouth, and I can taste his cum from fucking me earlier. “How’s his arse Dave?” “Fucking sweet arse mate! But I am so fucking close. All that seed in there being mixed up is driving me crazy”. “Good! Give those babies to my man, flood my mans hole with your poz seed. Remind that hole where its babies originated from.” And with that Dave slams in hard and bottoms out and he holds it there and with grunts I am certain the next cabin can hear; I literally feel the pulsing of his cock as he floods me with his seed. He holds his cock inside me for a minute until he goes soft and pops out. Adam then loses control and cums all over my face. Dave just pulls his jeans up, slaps my arse and says “so, same time tomorrow night then?” “Definitely! He will be ready for you again and I will be here to make sure”. Dave leaves, and I roll on to my back and Adam is kneeling next to me. “Lay still babe”. He slowly licks all of his seed off my face and kisses me with it until my face is squeaky clean. I am laying naked on the bed with a mix of his and Dave’s seed dripping from my hole. Adam is naked kneeling next to me leaning over me. He slides his finger inside me and plays with the mix of seed. “How did that feel babe?” “Like heaven” I say. He smiles and looks me in the eyes and say “yeah, me too. I’ve been waiting for someone like you all my life”. He kisses me and I respond, “me too”. Still fingering me Adam says, “then marry me”.

As his son relinquished his cock, Ty said, "You'll get a nice buzz from beer piss and when we play with Aunt T, it's even better. Whenever we're together, Matt and I always swap piss and share it in kisses. I love all of Matt's flavors and stinks. TJ, your drinking kills are impressive!" "Dad, you give good piss!" TJ said. "I like the way your cock vibrates in my mouth and your flow is deliciously strong. Can we make this a regular thing? Something about drinking your piss makes it more exciting!" Letting his dad's cock slip out of his mouth, MJ exclaimed, "Everything TJ said is true for me! When we're together, you'll never piss in porcelain and you'll make me one happy pisspig!" With a sly grin, Matt said, "I think that can be arranged! Now, will you allow us to return the favor? Beer always tastes better when it's recycled. You felt good draining my bladder and I guess our videos were a tutorial!" Swapping places, Matt and Ty greedily drank their son's piss. Just one more bonding experience for the 4 of them. The doorbell rang and Matt grabbed his boxers and went to answer it. He returned in less than a minute. "Someone left a note' He said, holding up a piece of paper with a crude drawing of a BioHaz. He read it aloud...'Sir, I know what goes on here and this is not a threat...I'd actually like to join...here's my number....text me, Sam' "Let's see if this leads to anything!" Picking up his phone, he texted, 'Matt here...what do you want?' the reply came seconds later. 'Sam...newly minted member of POZ Brotherhood' and 2 pics attached, a large BioHaz tat on a smooth ass and a 10" cut hard cock, with precum on the tip. Matt passed it around for all to look at and texted back, 'impressive..what can I/we do for you?' Soon a reply, 'I was told to wait for an invite, but I'm bold. Can we meet? Parked around the corner.' Again. he showed it to the others and asked, "Shall we?" Nods all around and he texted back, 'Now just walk in' "Let's put on our boxers, lest we scare him off!" A few minutes later, the door opened. "Join us in the dining room." He entered, standing nervously, 5'9" with spiky blonde hair, his prominent bulge visibly throbbing. "I know it's wrong to be here without an invitation, but when I saw you, I couldn't help myself. You're my daddy's customer. Well, Reggie's not blood but he's the only real daddy I've ever had and he's also my bugdaddy. If you want me to leave, just say so." "Sit down and relax. You're among friends." Matt said. "Obviously you know me, so let me introduce you to my little family. Ty, over there is my boyfriend and lover and these are our sons, MJ and TJ, who also are boyfriends. Reggie is our candyman which explains why he knows me. Excuse our breath, we just recycled our beers." Licking his lips, Sam sighed, "I guess I'm a bit late to get in on that. Daddy and me do that all the time. You probably want to know a bit about me. I was an orphan, adopted as a infant. The people ho took me in are religious freaks, church twice a week, grace before every meal and while I was grateful for a place to live. I never did have a home or a family. I celebrated my graduation by sucking a guy's cock and they caught me and tossed me out on my ass. With nowhere else to go I wound up in a park on the seedy side of town, selling blowjobs for food and cash. A few weeks later, Reggie came along and as much as he wanted me, sexually, he was more concerned about my well being. He took me to his house where he gave me a room of my own. He told me about his business as a drug dealer, but he wouldn't let me be a part of it and he got me this job delivering pizzas. I always promised myself that I'd only give my cherry to a man I loved who loved me in return. Within a month, Reggie became that man for me, but he gave me the HIV talk and said I had to consider what it would do to my life. Just having the talk showed me how much Reggie was in love with me and being totally in love with him, my decision was made. That first time was pure magic and with Reggie's DNA in me, I finally had a family. He nursed me through my fuckflu, making love to me no matter how weak I was because it was what I wanted. After I recovered, he took me to get my tat. We agree that being in love doesn't require monogamy and it turns me on to see his hot, uncut black cock fucking and getting sucked. We're both versatile and mostly play as a couple, but we're still free to play on our own. TJ, MJ, I've seen you guys in school and I envied you being boyfriends. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I had no self esteem. One thing I did do was follow you into the bathroom and got a look at your sexy uncut cocks. Daddy always talks about the wild parties you guys have and now that I have his bug, I could get an invitation. Seeing you in the flesh, I just had to make a move. Did I do wrong?" MJ and TJ looked at each other as if to say 'Do we tell him' and with a nod from TJ, MJ said, "Aside from sucking each other's cocks and dildo play, TJ and I are both virgins, but we just turned 18 and our dads will be taking our cherries with HIV tonight!" "Wow, that's beautiful" Sam said smiling. "Your dads must really love you and you must really love them. Granted, we're not blood but I couldn't love Reggie anymore if he was and as far as I'm concerned he's my real daddy." Impressed by what he'd heard from Sam and his sons, Matt said, "You did nothing wrong. Reggie is lucky to have a young man like you. I don't have to tell you what a hot fuck he is and with what you're packing, I'm sure you're no slouch. Feel free to tell Reggie about this visit and let him know we approve. Since we need to take care of our sons, our next party will be on hold. We want them to be able to fully participate and yes, you'll be invited." "I've taken up enough of your time, so I'll be going" Sam said. "Thank you for putting up with my intrusion. Hope your conversion is as wonderful as Reggie made mine, but having met you, I'm sure it will be." To be continued

Very good question. I think a lot about this, and I’m never sure I come up with a full understanding of what motivates me this way, but what I am sure of is that it’s a complicated mix of biological and psychological factors. To start with, it feels pleasurable for things to stimulate the anus. This is by natural design - if it were unpleasant to stimulate the anus, we would avoid pooping, and that would be bad. In nature, some mother animals will lick the anuses of their young to prompt the first defecations. So it’s not surprising that we like buttsex from an anal perspective. ASecond, semen contains chemicals that stimulate the pleasure/reward systems in the body and brain, and when we take a dose up the ass we absorb a certain amount of it through the colon. Again, there’s a biological explanation. The degree t which these chemical elements act upon the brain to result in a craving for them is an open question suggesting linkage to addictive processes, and I haven’t seen any science on that. The thinking gets fuzzier and less certain when I try to parse why I feel such a powerful urge to submit to another male’s use of my body as a sexual utility. I’m not in it for the cum, though I obviously feel the same effects from the semen as everyone else. Why do I feel pleasure when another man dominates me? Why is the thrill of penetration so profound? For me, the fucking is more important than the load, because each sensation of my flesh being forced to take his invasion underscores what appears to ba a very primal truth - that I am by nature a thing to be fucked and inseminated. The question that leaves, though, is why? Why am I, as a biological male, so driven by a defining female function? I was just fucked about an hour ago by one of the very best cocks of my acquaintance, and bred with that man’s seed. I savored every moment of it - not so much for the physical pleasure it gave me, but the pleasure using me gave him. Perhaps I’m not supposed to think about it any harder, to try to find a complex answer to a simple quandary. Perhaps I’m just supposed to shut up and take the damn cock because that’s what I’m for.

Raising his eyebrow in a sly manner, MJ said, "Since we have total privacy in our backyards, there's no need for swimsuits! Besides, it'll give TJ and I a chance to get a closer look at the 2 hot cocks we've only seen on cam before today! There's sunscreen and towels outside, so let's strip off in here! Last one in the pool's a rotten egg!" He was already pulling his wifebeater over his head as the others followed suit. In less than a minute, they were naked and running outside into the pool. TJ stood between his dad and Uncle Matt. He reached his hands down, giving each of their cocks a playful squeeze. "Even this feel was worth the wait!" He said, triumphantly. Just think, later tonight these cocks will be taking our cherries!" Meanwhile, MJ walked around looking at Uncle Ty's firm round butt with a line of hairs in the crack, then at his dad's fur covered ass. "Dad, Uncle Ty, will we be getting a chance to fuck you? Your butts look tasty and fuckable. Thanks to TJ, I love eating ass!" "I know my boyfriend better than anyone and I can speak for both of us when I say it's a sure thing!" TJ said, emphatically. "Your dad's ass tastes as good as it fucks and he says the same about mine!" Taking a serious tone, Matt said, "With all this talk about fucking and taking cherries, we're avoiding or ignoring a serious matter. I'm sure you must've seen our tats and heard the things we say to each other. Surely, you guys have to know what HIV is." "Of course, we do!" MJ replied. "TJ and I discussed it thoroughly and honestly and to be honest, getting the virus from you excites us. You guys are living with it and you're happy, so why not pass it onto us? We've looked in your medicine cabinets and we know you don't take meds. As far as your tats go, those scorpions are fuckin sexy and we can't wait to get our own. Dammit, we're family and we're supposed to share and not just your HIV, but parTying too! Seeing you smoke and shoot up is hot, but what it does to you is way hotter. Again, it's something we need to share with you!" With a hearty laugh, Ty said, "I think our sons might be more like we are than ourselves at their age. Strappingly handsome and sexy to be sure, but more confident and self aware. As far as chems are concerned, I think the 4 of us need to experience every moment of what happens tonight without enhancements." "A wise decision." Matt intoned. "Tonight will be lifechanging for the 4 of us and it requires a clear head. Not to worry, young men, chems are not off the menu and I'm actually looking forward to introducing them to you." "Dad, Uncle Matt, you're totally right" TJ admitted. "Turning 18 makes us men, but we still have much to learn. Having 2 sexy, nasty studs as our teachers is a fringe benefit not many QUEERS have!" Chiming in, MJ said, "Right now, I've never loved the 3 of you more and I'm beginning to see the man I'm meant to be, TJ's boyfriend and lover and at the risk of overstepping, Ty has the potential to be my second father. Hope that's okay dad" "Perfectly okay!" Matt said, hugging his son and his boyfriend tightly. "Ty is my boyfriend, my lover and if you feel the same way for him as you do for me, nothing will make me happier!" TJ shouted, "I want in on this too! Matt, you've always treated me like a son and now, I realize I love you like a dad and since you're MJ's dad loving you means that much more to me!" In an effort to prevent the conversation from becoming fraught with emotion, Matt said, "This morning has been a revelation and an evolution. While unexpected, in the most pleasant way, the 4 of us have become a loving family. I think now is a good time to get out of the pool and absorb it." To be continued

He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. Pozzed Cheerleader 3 The 6 of us laid about the room that wreaked of cum and ass. Jamie and I were sticky with cum that seemed to be everywhere like sand from the beach. George fumbled about in his bag and produced two butt plugs and told Jamie and I to get on all 4’s. We promptly did as we were told, and with no lube George with urging from the others pushed into our well-fucked holes butt plugs. “That’ll keep the bug in there” he chuckled and the rest of them laughed with him. Mike was right in front with a very large but flaccid cock. I started to lean forward and take him in my mouth, but someone pulled me off the bed and Jamie with me. We were pulled to our feet and guided into the bathroom where there was a large shower that was big enough for 4 people to fit in almost comfortably. Jamie and I were instructed to get in, on our knees and kiss like we liked each other. I was not used to kissing guys, but I could only assume that Jamie was. His tongue was in my mouth before I even had a chance to get ready. I liked it. I found myself getting hard. I slowly started to jack myself, but Jamie stopped me. I could sense George, Dan, Mike and Javon gathering around us to watch. Which really made it hotter, and then I felt it…. From George a golden stream of piss spraying off of my forehead, and then one from Dan hitting Jamie in the face. Javon and Mike sprayed our chests and necks and as if on cue they all focused in on our mouths. Jamie was open mouth kissing me and we were swallowing the golden sweet nectar of our gifter’s. Jamie and I were covered head to toe with cum and piss. Javon pulled Jamie out of the shower still covered and into the arms of George and Dan, who let him to the whirlpool. Mike joined Javon and I in the shower. I felt their mouths all over me. Mike bent me at the waist and I took Javon’s flaccid cock into my hungry mouth where he still had some piss for me. I had never done a “golden shower” before let alone swallowing piss. I felt Mike tug at my plug. It went in easier than it was coming out. In the other room, I could hear Jamie struggling. What I come to learn later was he was sitting on Dan’s 9 inch cock and George, with the help of a ton of extra lube and some really strong poppers, was trying and painfully succeeding to double penetrate his well fucked ass. Jamie had tears in his eyes but when George finally slid in next to Dan’s behemoth dong. Jamie came covering Dan’s chest and neck. I could hear Jamie scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Mike smacked my ass and as Javon turned on the shower, he said, ‘that it is going to be you soon.” I was nervous, but excited. Mike slid his cock into my once virgin now gaping hole. He winked at Javon as Jovon hardened in my mouth. I could feel the cum and piss rinse away from my body. Javon pulled me off of Mike’s thick hammer and in one swift motion hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and Mike aimed Javon’s cock into my cunt. He bounced me up and down on his cock, and I am no lightweight. I stand nearly 6 foot tall and nearly 200 lbs. I am no lightweight, but Javon held me and bounced me on his cock like I was a rag doll. I felt Mike’s cock slither along my ass crack up next to Javon. Mike whispered in my ear, “you are about to get what Jamie got, but no help from the ‘nottle’’. I really did not know what that meant, but I soon found out as Mike lined up his cock next to Javon and pushed. It felt like I was constipated backwards. I thought they were going to split me in two, but as soon as that thought hit my little cock crazy party brain. Mike was in my slutty gaping hole. I felt a rush of pain and pleasure. I was pleasing two men at once with my faggot ass. If I could get a 3rd in my mouth I was have invited him in. Mike pushed all the way into me until I felt both his and Javon’s balls touching my taint. I begged them to fuck me slowly. I did not get that request. They took turns power fucking my hole. Mike would pull out and then slam it in then Javon would take over. From the other room, I could hear Jamie’s squealing with pleasure as he took a pounding from Dan’s donkey dick and Geoge’s meaty rod. “You two sluts are going to poz in no time,” Dan announced as he came in Jamie from George’s relentless fucking. I knew my time was coming soon. I wanted them to poz me. I wanted to free to be fucked by anyone on campus. I wanted to spread my seed to others and free them whether they knew it or not. Javon came in me as he jammed his cock along with Mike’s cock as deep in me as they could. While Javon was still deep in my ass he Mike erupted as well. From the other room, George came with renewed vigor into Jamie. Both Javon and Mike pulled their spent cocks from my abused and cunted ass, but before my gaping hole had a chance to retreat back to form. Mike inserted the anal plug back into me. I slumped to my knees and Javon killed the shower. I wish he would have left it on. I could have the relaxing shower, but as the water drained. Javon ordered me to look up. As I did another stream of piss struck me across the face and I opened my mouth to let it flow in and I felt another from behind me as Mike joined the fun. When they were done they invited Dan and George to join the ‘shower brigade”, but George said that Jamei was drinking straight from the tap. What sluts they have created this day! 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Pozzed Cheerleader 2 “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy manpole into Jamiee’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride Pozzed Cheerleader 2 Jamie took Dan’s 9inch pole like a champion. I never saw a cock that big in person. George had about half his cock in my hole while Dan continued to sink his monster into Jamie. Javon held the brown bottle under my nose while George sank his cock into me. I could feel his wiry pubes on my bare ass. Jamie was starting to think clearly again and he muttered, “they are trying to poz us!” But Mike stuffed his cock back into his mouth and made him inhale deep off of the brown bottle. I did not know what Jamie meant. So I played along. I looked back at George without letting Javon fall out of my “gay for pay” mouth. Wtih my eyes, I begged him to fuck me. George did not care what I thought. He was going to fuck me whether or not Icared or wanted him to do it. He would pull nearly all the way out and drive back in all the way into the hilt. My cock was rock hard. I wanted to jerk off, but my hands were busy holding myself up sucking Javon’s cock while George brutally fucked me. Dan was fucking Jamie just as hard. Right next to me. Being very vocal. Jamie was sucking Mike’s huge black cock. When Javon said it was his turn. He switched with Dan and Mike switched with George. I went from sucking black cock to being fucked by one. Mike was bigger than George, but all he did was spit on his cock and pushed into me. I lowered my mouth onto Dan. The fight in Jamie was just about all gone. I was not sure what it was all about, but he was eagerly sucking George and taking Javon’s dark meat. Jamie and i were fucked by the two dark gods for what seemed like forever. My knees were beginning to hurt from the rug burns. Javon said he wanted to switch with Mike and offered us to get on the bed. Without ever pulling off of their cocks they lifted us both and took us to the bed then they switched. While Dan and Geroge switched too. Dan got behind me and took over fucking my ass. He rolled me onto my back and I guess he thought I was ready for him since I had gone up from George to Javon and now to the biggest in the room. Again, all I got for extra lube was spit. h/e stretched my ass wide. I could feel it tearing almost, and he went deep. I had tears in my eyes. He must have got off seeing the pain that I was in cause he drove his massive cock deep in my ass. When he did that I came without my cock. “Looks like we have another true bottom boy here, George.” Dan quipped, “you know how to pick them.” He continued, “We are going to knock you up and then use you to spread it across campus.” I was still unsure what he meant, but Jamie finally back to reality but too far lost in lust for huge cock to care. I will admit. I was too far gone in cock lust to care either for that matter. My own girlfriend could walk in and I would beg Dan to keep fucking me. Javon and Mike were taking turns fucking Jamie each power fucking him 10 to 15 thrusts each then switch. George was at the head of the bed slowly stroking his cock just waiting his turn somewhere. Dan was getting close to cumming, he began to hold up his stroke in my ass. I could feel his large cock pulsing in me. He was breeding me. He was knocking me up as they were saying. Dan roared and said, “take my poz seed slut, after tonight you are no longer ‘gay for pay’ but poz no woman will want you!” It was then that it hit what they all meant. What the biohazard tats all meant. Javon unloaded in Jamie. Pozzing his negative cunt as well. Dan’s cock still huge, but finally retreating from my used ass. He grabbed a champagne glass and held it under my slit and caught as much of his tainted seed as he could. Mike moved Javon out of the way before Jamie could push any of his tainted load out. When Dan was done I could see a glass half full of pink sperm. Where they had made me bleed from my first time fucking. George took it from his hand and forced me to drink about half of it. He ordered me to hold it in my mouth and kiss and give it to Jamie. I kissed Jamie, my first ever man-to-man kiss. I pushed my load into his mouth and he took it all. He swished it around in his mouth like mouthwash swallowed some and with me still on my back. He spit the rest back into my mouth. I swallowed it. Mike was now cumming in Jamie with a loud grunt. Leaving George the only one at this time who has not cum. h/e got between my legs and lined up his 7inch cock with my well fuck hole and plunged in as deep as he could. He jackhammered my ass for a good 5 minutes before he blew his tainted load in me. George withdrew his deflating cock from me. All four of them left the bed to Jamie and I to wallow in their leaking jizz, tainted and poz jizz. Jamie pulled me up onto all four’s and licked and ate my ass. My cock got rock hard. I thought of fucking him, but he pushed me down on the bed. “I am going to blow my last negative load in your straight ass” he snarled into my ear and to the cheers of George, Dan, Mike and Javon. His barely 6 inch cock squelched right into me. He pounded me hard like he was taking something out on me. He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. More to Cum love the great feedback And the hot chat keep it up And I will keep you up Joey

Yes, I'm definitely a faggot. Unlike others though, I don't see myself as "queer". Add up the women and all the gay boys and you've got a clear majority. It's the ones who say they don't like being fucked who seem the weirdos to me.

So Mateo will join the Prince's household... Bet Tom's very happy with that result 🙂

I’m an extremely filthy twisted cum dump pig and into all sorts of [banned word] kinks. My fiancé that was very proper and vanilla came from a very prestigious family walked in on me dressed up in her lingerie getting gang banged raw by 5 random black guys in our bedroom. I was in the middle a disgusting mess, covered in sweat and cum, moaning like a whore in heat as they took turns breeding me. When I noticed her standing in the doorway her mouth was on the floor. When I jumped off the bed and walked to her saying that I can explain she freaked out and started yelling at me, telling me not to touch her, that I’m disgusting and a piece of shit. That she can’t believe that I would subject myself to such unbelievably atrocious things. She looked at me with absolute disgust as I had sweat, cum running and leaking out of me saying look at your self, you should be ashamed of yourself are you enjoying yourself bc we are done