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Chad’s Collapse into Chaos: Chapter 1 Note: There is a fairly long contextual intro. Jump to the spot with the pictures to get to the action. Chad: 29 5’9” 160lbs, slightly toned, drank and smoked weed occasionally. Has a good job in marketing/communications in sales. Vanilla life, recently heartbroken, and tries drugs and anonymous sex for the first time, while alone after a weekend at a music festival. ----- My life was in shambles. For years I had been with only one guy. We met when I was younger, not even out of the closet. Then again, I felt like I was barely out of the closet now. Still, I spent years with this guy. Our breakup felt sudden. Me? I’m Chad. Grew up in PEI, a relatively simple lower middle class life. Mom was a drunk, Dad left when we were young, but we managed. I grew up fantasizing about guys, but mostly avoiding relationships. As I got older, I went to school for business in a larger city out west and ended up working a few jobs in marketing sales. It was an easy gig. I showed up, acted charming, told the clients what they wanted to hear, and I made enough sales to perform well. In college I met Trevor out at a bar. He was making eyes, I was drunk enough to make eyes back. That lead to a years long relationship were I felt content enough to not dig any deeper. Trev? Clearly he felt different. I caught him cheating. I walked in on him in our apartment on the fringes between suburbs and downtown of the city we lived in. I came home early from work one day when I was feeling a bit off. My mental health sometimes gets the better of me, and this day, I just wasnt feeling it. It was just after lunch when I entered our townhouse. I always entered from the patio doors, as they were usually open, and our back yard was really hidden as the pathway to get to the back ran along the edge of a wall at the end of the townhouses. It emptied out onto a private terrace backed onto a greenway that led up to a highway. It was private. Too private I found out. I was about to walk in when I saw that Trev was blindfolded, leading over counter, while a stranger was jack hammering his ass. Both Trev and the stranger were facing away from me at a diagonal. I could see most of what was happening, but not all of it. I felt sick. Everything swirled and I wasn’t sure what to do. So I stood there. I watched. Trev was acting wild, wilder than he ever did with me. The top was really handsy, grabbing my partner in ways I didn’t know were okay. He slapped him, pulled his hair, and roughly grabbed his neck and choked him. Trev seemed to love it. I felt so conflicted. So shameful. This was nothing like when Trevn and I had sex. I could hear them through the door. The top grunting, Trev groaning, with both of them talking dirty. “You want it?” I could barely pick it out, but I could hear it. “Fuck me daddy, breed me.” I was shocked. Trev was fucking this stranger bare. I couldn’t watch anymore. I started to leave when I heard the top groan. “Fuck yeh, take it. Take my cum!” I nearly tripped over myself getting out of there and heading to my car. I got in, turned it on and drove away slowly. I continued on for a while, finally ending up at a part I used to run at. The entire drive there I was rock hard and leaking. My brain and heart were broken, but my cock and lust were on full blast. Everything swelled. Before I could sense what I was doing, I was rubbing my cock through my pants. I rubbed and rubbed, while I thought about Trev getting fucked raw by a stranger and taking his cum. I fucked him raw, but I was his partner. This was so shocking to me. But it turned me on. I rubbed and suddenly I was cumming through my underwear and pants. I panted, feeling raw, horny, and feral. I also felt confused. As I came to I noticed a car had pulled up next to me and in the driver’s seat a man was sitting there watching me. He winked at me. I felt sick. This entire time the car had been on and in park. I had to go. I left in a hurry, spreading crusher dust and gravel everywhere as I spun out of there. I couldn’t go home, but I didnt know where to go. —-- I drove around for a while before deciding to go to a friend’s. She wasn’t too far away and she was as a friend from home. She took me in, listened to my heartbreak, and told me I could stay as long as I wanted. The same day I broke up with Trev. I did it over the phone, I couldn’t tell him why. I couldn’t even form the words. I just told him I wanted him out of the house and with his things by the end of the week. He didn’t even seem to care, he almost sounded relieved. I knew he was sitting there listening to me while there was cum inside him from another man. Maybe this is what he always wanted. I definitely didn’t want it. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. My friend told me this was “perfect timing”. That she and a few other friends were headed to a music festival in another city for a few days that weekend, and one of her friends couldn’t go anymore so there was an extra vip ticket. I had never been to a music festival and I tried to tell her I just needed to be by myself and recover, but she wasn’t hearing any of it. “Fuck that, you are coming, and we are going to have a great time. You will see!” They had rented an airbnb for 5 days in the downtown core, just a single train ride with a few stops over to the festival. It was hot and I spent most of the weekend drunk and high. I had never partied before, but my friend and company were prepared. They had a party kit with tons of supplies and most of them spent the weekend high on molly. I abstained, only drinking and getting stoned, until the final night of the festival. My friend was persistent. She said it would be a good time and to relax. Fuck it. I dropped some molly. The final night was amazing and surprising. I ended up making eyes at one of the gay guys in the group while dancing at a slow electronic band’s set towards the end of the night. He made eyes back. He took my hand and led me away to an edge, near some hedges, and we made out. We left the festival early and headed to the airbnb where he gave me a deep blowjob that felt like magic. But, just as I came, all I could think about was Trev getting barebacked while wearing a blindfold. I kept picturing myself in the position. Feeling what he felt. I was a top, only having been fingered a few times, including this night while the other guy blew me. I shot deep into his mouth while thinking about getting cock and jizz deep inside my hold. “Holy fuck dude, you shot so much and your ass really clenched onto my finger. You loved it.” Indeed I did, but I also felt a lot of shame. I woke up feeling awful. Friends and company were already packing up. I had driven a few of us here, but most were taking other rides or planes back home to where they lived. I was driving by myself. I had planned on leaving today, but I felt so awful. My friends saw it in my body and face. “Oh Chad, you look rough.” and “Fuck dude, you should sleep it off. We have the airbnb for two more nights. I was going to stay in the city but I can’t cause of work now. It is already paid for. I heard what happened man, you should stay and chill. Go to the spa or something and just relax. Here are the details.” I had already taken two weeks off work because of the breakup, so essentially, I was free. I said yes and as my friends packed up, and headed out. I was in and out of sleep, unsure of myself, feeling awful, and just happy I didnt have to move. Before leaving, my friend came over to say goodbye as I groaned. “Hey Chad, im heading out. This was a great weekend and I am so glad you came and I am even more glad you are staying for a bit. You deserve a break. Get out there, make some friends, meet guys, have fun. I left you some stuff in the kitchen. Have fun!” She leaned over, gave a kiss on the cheek, slapped my ass, and left. I fell asleep. I woke up hours later. The sky was already getting dark, I was starving having not eaten in 30 hours. I was also really horny. I woke up with a raging hard on and instantly thought about the previous nights blowjob and Trevor getting anonymously fucked. My heart started pounding. I rolled out of bed, with my hard on poking through my underwear, catching the corners of things. I had to piss but I was too hard. I walked into the kitchen, thinking about eating, but even though I was hungry, I didnt have the urge to eat. On the table there was a small bag, and a few bottles of rum. She left me quite the surprise. Inside the bag were 2 pills of molly, a few grams of weed and smoking supplies, and a note. “Have fun, be careful, and let loose. You deserve it. Call me if you need anything.” On the back of the note was the instructions for the airbnb. I eyed the weed. It was late, I wasnt going out. So I grabbed the weed, a bottle of rum, and headed to the patio in my underwear. I sat there, thinking about Trevor, the blowjob, and how my life was collapsing around me. I was 28, relatively good looking, had a good job, but I was no single and in the worst kind of possible way. I smoked and took swigs from the bottle as I watched the sunset. I wanted to crawl back into bed, but my hardon kept coming and going. I was getting pretty buzzed. I grabbed my phone, looked at my hard dick leaking through my undies, and downloaded a few hook up apps. I made a quick profile, using this image, with these details: Shynewlysingleguy: 29 years old, toned, 160lbs, vers top I took the pic quickly, setting it up. Why I wanted to show my ass, im not sure. I just kept thinking about how it felt from Trevors perspective. I didnt look at the apps anymore. I decided I needed a shower and as I walked back into the kitchen, I thought about the molly. I really enjoyed last night. I was shocked that I was even having these thoughts, but I was feeling desparate and horny. The “fuck it” mindset was really being pushed along by the weed and the rum. I set down everything, took off my clothes, reached into the bag and grabbed the two pills, and headed for the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror, looking at my body. I looked tired, but nice. I was tanned, and the lack of food and water over the weekend had my body looking so tight. I stared at myself and my cock, cut and pointing up towards my stomach. It was 7inches and average. I was afraid to touch it, feeling like I could cum at any moment. I threw the pills in my mouth, looked at myself directly in the eye, and swallowed. I jumped in the shower and gave myself a deep clean, avoiding touching my cock, but scrubbing everywhere sensually. It felt great. I had felt stoned and a bit drunk and I knew the molly would kick in fast with nothing in my body to stop it. I layed down in the shower letting the water fall on my body. It felt amazing. I laid there touching my body and making my way down to my ass. I lifted my legs and rubbed my hole while thinking of Trevor getting railed. Using soap, I fingered myself and lost track of time. My dick was bouncing and leaking. I could tell I was going to be very high soon so I stopped immediately. No more thinking, no more wishing. I needed to get fucked. I dried off and grabbed the my phone, rum, weed, and a bottle of water and headed to the bedroom, stopped, and turned the other direction. In the basement there was another bedroom, with a separate entrance. This is where I got the blowjob. Both me and the other guy entered this way and something compelled me to head there. If I was going to hook up, this would be the easiest way to do it. I jumped on the bed, pointing my still damp and naked ass towards the door, and opened Grindr. Right away there were messages. Already it was getting hard to function. I was spinning a bit. The molly was kicking in and I felt incredible. I was horny, my dick was rubbing against the sheets I was on. I wasn’t wearing anything and started to feel a bit insecure, but I felt to fuzzy to get up and move. He replied. Whoa. I was staring at the cock in the picture, thinking about the man behind Trevor, who was pounding his ass. Was this what his cock was like? Thick, hard, big mushroom head. Did it feel good? I needed to know. I couldnt bring myself to get fucked bareback. Not yet. I was wanting it so badly, but I just, the thought of a stranger, with the risks involved. I just couldn’t. He didnt reply back. I sat there refreshing the app, looking at other apps, then I got a notification. I had the volume on and the sound almost knocked me over. I opened the app. His message was there. It was then that I knew I needed to get fucked. I typed in the address. I dont know why I said stuff. Was that deliberate? The message took all I had. I was now fully high. I couldn’t write much more. He responded quickly. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable. I also felt nervous and I was shaking. I took a big swig of rum, then went for the water bottle but in my highness, I knocked it onto the floor. Fuck. I rolled over and half slipped off the bed to try and find the bottle that had rolled under the bed. As I peaked under the bed, my head upside down and swirling, I nearly fainted. But I saw the bottle and could reach it. It had rolled up against some clothing, something that the guy who blew me must of left behind. I grabbed the water and the clothing. As I rolled back up on to the bed, the bottle and clothing dropped onto my face. The bottle hurt, bouncing and rolling off into the pillow. But the clothes lingered on my face. They smelled raunchy but incredible. I laid there sniffing them not sure what they were. I opened my eyes and lifted them up. They were a jock, and they were covered in white dried cum. I almost passed out. I looked at the clock at the bedside table and it read 10:26. Almost ten minutes. I had been sniffing the jockstrap for almost ten minutes. I was rock hard and leaking, I needed release, but the jock was too good to ignore. I kept thinking about Trevor, seeing him in a blindfold ass up and taking it, and I was about to do the same. This jock was covered in someone else's cum, left behind, with the same of the encounter. Now I held it, the jock and the shame. I pulled down the jock strap and put it on. I rolled over, covered some of my upper body with the sheets, buried my head in the pillows, and waited. I heard the door open. … more to come.

Part 6 The next week was rough for me for a couple of reasons. The guys in my dorm definitely heard the guard fucking me. Or more precisely, they’d heard me taking it. Messages started appearing on my door “Fuck me! AH! Fuck me!” And “Give me that big cock!” One day, some of the guys were in the room next to mine and I could hear them fake moaning and yelling “I love that long cock! Let me ride it! Oh! Yeah! That’s so fucking good!” I’d never kept being gay a secret — I was out from the start on campus. But I’d always kept my sex life more private. Now everyone knew I took cock up my ass. That was something I didn’t necessarily want people knowing. On top of their bullshit, I wasn’t feeling well on Monday. I tried to push through it, but ended up leaving class early, despite my best efforts. Fever. Chills. Nausea. I told myself I must have gotten too much sun combined with the hot, muggy weather we’d been having. Certainly didn’t help that the dorms didn’t have A/C, so I couldn’t even get a decent rest. And after a couple days I pushed through it and made it back into class Thursday. Thursday evening it was raining. Campus was not well lit in places making it difficult to go for a good run after dark. I decided to go to the old gym on campus that night to run. There was a decent track on the upper level that overlooked the basketball court. The old gym was a good place to pick up games of basketball, floor hockey, volleyball, and to use the track. It was close to the older dorms where we were being housed this summer. There were a few people shooting hoops, but otherwise the gym was quiet. I had worn my running clothes, so I warmed up watching them play, then started my run on the track. There were a few really cute players, only one who I recognized. That surprised me since the campus isn’t that big, and by the end of the year you’ve seen all the faces. They were around my age. Could be a summer program on campus I hadn’t seen, or maybe some townies coming to play. I put on my headphones and ran for about 45 minutes. Then I needed to pee. I ran down the steps the basement, noting that the basketball court was empty now. The bathrooms are in the far corner of the building, and the hallway was dark except for the red light coming from the EXIT sign. It had the creepy feeling to it. I decided to take one of the headphones out of my ear. At the end of the hallway, around the corner, I could see light coming from the men’s locker room. I stepped inside and up to the urinal. That’s when I heard an odd sound on the other side of the wall. I listened while I was peeing, trying to make out the sound. Finally, when I was done, I went through the half door into the locker area. It was darker here, with just one light in the corner. But the shower room was lit, and that’s where I was hearing the sound. I walked back to the showers, now hearing the water running. The cadence sounded like someone washing themselves, with occasional splashes of water striking the tile floor. I don’t think I’d ever been back in the shower room before – why bother when my own dorm showers are close? I didn’t think anyone used these – maybe faculty or commuter students? I did a casual walk over to the shower side of the locker room, peeking around the corner. The showers were classic for a building this old – a single room set in the back. I didn’t see any partitions or curtains. I’m not sure why, but I decided to go back there. I just felt this tingly sensation across my body that was motivating me. I knew it would look weird if I walked back there fully clothed, so I started stripping down. That was when I noticed a little pile of clothes on the end of a bench. I finished undressing quickly and walked back into the shower area. It was smaller than I expected; eight shower heads in a ten-by-ten space. Very cozy. A guy around my age was standing there. He was a little taller than me, but not by much. An athletic build, but not too muscled – just really nicely defined. He had dark hair and caramel skin tone from head to toe. His long legs looked sculpted, and I couldn’t miss his bubble ass. The poor guy visibly jumped – obviously startled by my walking into the shower. “AHH!” “Sorry,” I apologized. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” “I didn’t hear you! I didn’t know anyone else was down here. There’s a security guard who comes in, but you can always hear his radio and keys.” That should have been a clue to me, but it didn’t register in the moment. I was too focused on his face. A week’s worth of beard growth, trimmed short and neat. He had dark brown eyes and curly hair that was razored short on the sides. He was adorable! “Sorry,” was all I could think to say. I turned on a shower and started wetting myself. The water was cool which felt really good. The air down here felt even muggier than upstairs, and I unexpectedly starting feeling more refreshed. We both showered in awkward silence for a minute, nothing but the sound of splashing water in the room. I looked over tentatively. What was I doing? I’m in the basement of the gym, naked in the shower with someone. Now what am I going to do? This isn’t some porn video where he’s going to drop to his knees and blow me. But I was also totally turned on. His legs made me think of a dancer’s, and was was totally captivated by him. “I’m Justin,” I said awkwardly. “I’m Benicio. Most people call me Ben.” An interesting name. “I don’t recognize you. You live on campus?” “No. My mother’s a professor here. I’m visiting her for part of the summer.” We started chatting about ourselves. He was going into his senior year at a university in the Northeast. His parents were divorced and his father returned overseas a few years ago with his company, so he doesn’t see him often. Benicio, it turns out, was his grandfather’s name; he was half Jewish and half Brazilian. We’d been talking for a short time when it occurred to me that Ben was still here and showering. He’d been showering for at least 5 minutes before I came in. My heart started beating a little faster. “What brought you to campus? I saw some guys shooting hoops upstairs.” He laughed and shook his head. “Not me. Ball isn’t really my thing. I was just walking campus tonight.” That struck me as odd. Why did he need to shower if he was just walking on campus? “Do you come down here much?” He asked. I shook my head. “I’ve never been down here before.” The truth was out of my mouth before I thought about it. How do I explain why I came down here? “Didn’t you say you’re living on campus?” Oh oh. “I am.” I didn’t know what else to say. “And this is better than the dorm showers?” “Not really. Just convenient at the moment.” I also realized in that moment that I didn’t have shampoo or a towel with me. Or even a brush to comb my hair after. Nothing to dry off with when I was done. This was stupidly obvious. What was I doing? We continued to shower, silence just hanging there. I think I was on my third time washing myself head to toe using the dispenser on the wall. Benecio had to have done it at least five times. “I’m surprised you’ve never been down here before,” he said. “Why’s that?” “I dunno. Just convenient, I guess.” Another minute of showering in silence. “What brings you down here?” I asked. “I moved here when I was a senior in high school and my mom started teaching here. They let me take a couple college classes that year, so I would come use the library and stuff. I heard about this place from one of the security guards.” Click! “Blonde? Really tall?” I suggested. “Yeah.You know him?” “I met him in the dorm last weekend.” My heart started racing. There was a game going on here, and we were both fishing for something, but afraid to show our cards. Were we talking about the same guy from security. We must be. There weren’t that many security guards on campus, and most were a lot older; the guy from Sunday was definitely younger than most. “You just got hard,” Benicio said. “What?” He nodded toward my body. “You got hard when I asked about the guard.” I looked down. My cock was standing straight out. There was no way to hide it. I stammered, grasping for something to say, and coming up totally empty. Then I noticed Ben was smiling at me, and one hand slid across his own hardon. “You too,” I said. “Yeah.” Silence took over again. We were both standing in the showers, our cocks rock hard, and clearly not knowing what to do next. All sort of scenarios went through my head. But what if I was reading all the signs wrong? “He bring you down here?” Was all I could come up with to ask. “The first time, I mean.” “The first time. And he’s shown up a few times when I’ve come down here. I thought he might show up tonight; I saw him earlier in one of the jeeps.” He turned and his dick swung side to side a little. Benicio was no longer hiding anything. “Did he fuck you?” I asked a bit sheepishly. The room fell quiet again, except for the sound of water. “Yeah,” Ben answered, looking away as he said it. “What about you?” I nodded. “Yeah he did.” That was the final straw for both of us. Benecio took a step toward me, and I closed the space between us. I ran my hands across his chest, feeling the short hairs prickle against my fingers. He reached down with one hand and squeezed my cock; the other hand ran up and down my abs. We started exploring each other’s body. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He docked the heads of our cocks together; I moaned a little and smiled at him. We’d been avoiding eye contact, but had finally looked up. Benicio had that mix of gentleness in his eyes and a masculine face. Caramel skin with dark hair and a the trim facial hair. I ran a hand under his chin to feel the short hairs. We both leaned in and shared a first kiss. It started slowly with our lips brushing, and then I felt his tongue gently lick my lips. It was hesitant until I responded, tickling his tongue with my own. We pulled each other closer and started making out. [If you’re enjoying this new installment, let me know. Can just click the blue heart or leave a message. I really appreciate all the support for this story!]

Billy, or William as he was named on insurance documents, lived in a trailer park down near the railroad tracks. He was a dirty, always ripe pig of a man and a handyman in and around town. His trailer got hit pretty bad in a storm and he was lucky enough to have insurance and I was lucky to be assigned the claim on behalf of his insurance company. I decided to see other losses in his area and drove overnight, staying at a local motel in the town where Billy lived. After getting myself settled I drove out to the trailer park and it was pretty well wrecked, with a couple people picking over their belongings. When I drove up to Billys place, he was standing there kicking around at the wreckage. I walked up to him and introduced myself, and immediately got a big hit of his body odor, chem sweat and overall musk, and my cock got hard. Billy was 60 but looked older. About 5’7 and 120 pounds maybe, lean, grey oily hair n beard, with old faded tats. It was hot, and he was wearing a dirty, sweaty, t-shirt, overalls boots. As I took him all in, I can’t believe how turned on I was. Expressing my sorrow for his loss, i explained the process of getting him back in his home, but Billy didn’t seem to care very much except for the money that he was being paid to live, as it turns out in the local motel where I was staying, and what he was going to get for a new, furnished trailer. I continued to tell him that I needed to take some notes and walk around and look at the debris, to figure out how much we were going to pay him. As we walked around, and picked through the loss I quickly realized that $15,000 would be more than enough to replace all of the worthless junky shit strewn about. I have a practiced eye for loss and when I was looking through the mud and debris I noticed an assortment of broken glass pipes and assorted party goods. I also spotted an overturned dresser drawer with dildos lubes, and the remains of a sling, partially buried under the mud, wood and siding. At first I wasn’t going to mention anything to Billy, but deal with it later in my report as something or other, but he surprise me when he brought it up casually. “guess whatever you’re going to give me will be enough for me to replace my playthings, huh“ “Good that I made sure to grab my stash.“ Sure, I responded startled,” it looks like you have a nice collection of things that’s been damaged or lost.” Billy just smiled at me, where I noticed his shitty dental work, and that he was eating chew. As we walked through the rest of the mess, he spit a great big gob on the pile, I guess as an act of goodby and good riddance. With total perversion on my mind, and billy’s stink in the air, I knew that I was going to turn this into a very good, easy insurance loss, and a personal must have for me. It was hot and steamy outside and I was really sweating a lot, so I suggested to Billy that I was going to go back to the hotel to write up my notes, and maybe I’d see him there, later. he was good with that, and only wanted to know if he could pick through some things for personal belongings. Sure I said and left. A couple hours later I was ready to go out to the waffle house and grab something to eat, and as I was walking out of my room, there was Billy taking things into his room down the way. I walked up to him and immediately got turned on again, and asked him if he had found things that he can salvage. Yeah sure he said, “just bringing in a couple of boxes. I also grabbed a six pack of beer and they’re still cold if you want to have one.” Absolutely I replied and Billy carried the final box into his motel room, and I followed him through the door for what would turn out to be hours of chem-fuled pig sex of unimaginable proportions. There on the floor of his room where two boxes of salvaged dildos, plugs and a salvaged pipe or two, and on the night table was a torch, a new bowl and other works. Billy was absolutely 100% unashamed of the display, and he could care less it seemed. His only concern was that I wasn’t the law, when he said to me, “hey you insurance guys aren’t like police or attorneys or investigators are you?“ “Nah,” I replied, “ feel free to do what you enjoy man. As a matter of fact I like a lot of what you are into,” I found myself saying. “No shit” Billy said, “that’s excellent. I did take a little bit of the insurance money that you paid me to stay here, and I have some fresh party supplies, so let’s go for it.!” That’s exactly what we did. Billy pointed to the small refrigerator and told me to help myself to beer, and he quickly loaded the pipe, torched it and took a huge hit, coughing. “Fuck man that’s so good,“ he wheezed, and said here man let me give you a hit. He got up close to me and me the pipe fired up and I took a deep blast, which quickly resonated throughout my body. I made sure to stand near him and in hell the stench thinking about how absolutely perverted we were going to get. He took the pipe again and took a big hit, and as he was right near me I put my mouth up to his and he shotgunned it into my throat, followed by a stream of chewjuice. “Oh that was good” Billy declared. “ I’ve been hitting it a lot today, but this one was just as good as the last.”. “Are you really into the other thing?” said Billy as he looked over at the box of dirty toys. Grinning I said “getting dirty and filthy with you is what my dreams are made of, pig.” we quickly got naked, savoring the moment, and when Billy suggested that he needed to piss, I told him to do so in the ice bucket…

Way back in senior year of college, I had a poster on my wall of "Murphy's Laws on Sex." One of them is, "Sex is dirty, only if it's done right." My version of that is, "Sex is dirty (and sticky and smelly and sweaty) only if it's done right!" Dirty means nasty, not scat! I tell every new bottom I hookup with that he should definitely douche! But soap and water doesn't need to hit any other part of his body. And, if he must shower, no deodorant or antiperspirant! @KikoInked06, I would LOVE to lick out both of your hairy, musty pits! 👅👅👅👅👅 You have some of my favorite kind of pits - large coverage area AND long pit hair! 😍😍😍😍😍

Sigh. How perfect. Thank you losolent. For every word.

For the moment, I may write one more chapter.

Hi, my name is Jax, when this all started, I was a cuck who thought he was a stag, I had started inviting other guys over to fuck my girl with them but after the first two I suddenly was excluded from the fun as the third guy tied me up and made me watch. He then wiped his cummy dick all over my face once he pulled off the condom. For the first six months Jane wore condoms, until one of our regulars who loves to tie me up came in her one night. He untied me and made me eat the cum out of her pussy. I hated it when I started but ended up Cumming from the experience as I make Jane cum in the process. It make me shot my load as I jacked off. David the bull patted me on the head and told he knew that was what I was after all along. David would be in town every other week since he traveled, that wee he was over a lot and he bred Jane and would untie me and the process would repeat itself. He would whisper in my ear as I ate him out of her, you love to taste of my manhood, don’t you little fag. This would make me shake my head but never stop eating his cum out of her. Eventually I stopped shaking my head when he would whisper it in my ear. That only encouraged him to tell me what a good little fag I was. One night he kissed my neck while I was eating him out of her, it sent shock waves through me. He could tell I liked it. I was in my jock, and he began to rub my hole, it make me tingle all over, I began to moan into her pussy. He leaned down and said, fag loves his hole played with. Hit me up tomorrow morning, just you. He then got dressed and left. I had his number; I was the one who always set these up. I text him in the morning and he responded straight away. Fag, ready for your real training? I hesitated but answered yes. When I ask you, something answer me faggot! I said yes sir. Good Fag boy, call into work you will not be working today. Clean out, put your jock on, be at this address at 9AM. It was now 7:30, my girl was leaving for work, and I kissed her good by and headed to the shower and cleaned out David the Bull had told me too, I was totally nervous but also excited. Something about it being a secret and [banned word] make me rock hard when I thought about him, and I could almost taste his cum. I called into work and headed toward the address. When I arrived it was a hotel, I text to make sure I was at the right place and he just text back a number. The text read, “room 202, when you enter undress except for your jock, I should not see your dick, get on all fours on the bed and put your blindfold on. I sat in the car and thought that I should turn around. A minute later a text, “Fag, you better be in the room soon or your girlfriend will get this text.” I got out of the car and headed upstairs to the room and the door was ajar, I entered and undressed and got up on the bed and put the blindfold on as instructed. I was so nervous but also excited. The next thing I felt was my jock being pulled to the side and my dick placed in some plastic tube it felt like. Then a snap. My pouch was replaced, and hands spread my ass and began to eat my hole. Fuck, I could not believe David was eating my hole. I began to moan, and my dick started to hurt in this tube. I put my hand to my pouch and felt and it was a fucking cage. He caged my dick. My arm was pulled away and put behind my back and I was pushed to the bed. My chest and face flat, David grabbed my other arm and pulled it back and zip tied it. I said OKAY, that is too much, please let me out. Hands grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up and a pillow was placed under my check and quickly a ball gag was placed in my mouth as I screamed for help. You stupid faggot a voice said, it was not David. I tried to roll away, but the guy grabbed me and slapped my head. Fucking fag don’t make me tie you up completely. He slapped my ass and told me to spread my legs. I loved my knees, he then said, that a good fag. He dove back in and ate my hole for another ten minutes. Honestly, I fucking loved it. I have never felt anything like that. I began to press my as back into his tongue and he tongue fucked me. He stopped and my hole felt empty, and I hoped he would come back. He did and told me to spread them further, I thought he wanted me to spread them so he could get his tongue deeper in me. I felt metal and soon realized he was fastening my legs to something metal. I tried to move but it was too late I was already fastened. He tied it to the underside of the bed and another rope to the headboard. I could not see that, but he fished it under me, so I knew that is what he was doing. I was now tied to the bed, no where to go and a man I had no clue what he looked like. His hand caressed my ass, and his fingers found my hole and rubbed on it. That felt good, his hands seem big. He spit on my hole, and I felt his finger slide inside me. I tried to pull away but there was no where to go. He spit again and worked his finger in deeper. It did not hurt until the second, He shoved them in and twisted them around. Nice is all he said as I groaned and tried to form works into the ball gag. I have me a Virgin fag. This is going to be fun. I then felt the bed move, legs beside my feet and then a firm large pressure on my ass hole and suddenly sharp pain as my hole started to give way to his huge dick. The pressure continued and the pain almost made me pass out, His head finally popped through, and he Slapped my ass. Fucking whore, open that cunt. The slap jarred me, and he was able to push another inch inside me. He started to pull out and seemed disappointed. Fucking tight fag, you are going to make me get some lube. A minute later he lubed up my hole and slide two fingers and then three inside me pushing them deep. It hurt like fuck. He pulled his fingers out and pressed his big dick against my hole and pressed and slide inside me. Three inches in and it started to feel like he was tearing me open. He pressed and soon he was balls deep inside me. I screamed but he just laughed as he said, fucking little fag, this is what you were begging for. He began to slow fuck me and my hole started to give in. Ten minutes in, I began to moan and he was making all starting to breath heavy and soon he grunted loudly and shot his load inside me. I was repulsed, turned on and wishing I could taste it all at the same time. He cleaned up, he then rubbed my back and told me I would get better at it. He thanked me and walked away, then I heard the door open and close. What the fuck I though, how am I going to get out of here. I heard the door and thought, good he is back. I felt hands again, finger rubbed my wet hole. Lips kissed my ass as his fingers slid inside me. He slide a finger inside me and then another. He went much deeper; I could tell it was not the same guy. He fingered me and I started to moan. He pulled his fingers out and pressed his dick against my hole and he slide in and bottomed out. He was not as thick as the first guy, he fucked me for five minutes and shot his load. He apologized he shot so quickly, he said I was just to fucking hot. He soon walked to the door, he opened it and said, he is right there. I soon felt the bed move and some lube being poured on my hole, then pressing hard, fuck this guy was bigger than the first guy. He started saying, fucking sweet pussy, so fucking wet. He pressed deep and made it as deep as the first guy but kept pushing deeper. Open that Cunt boy, he barked. He slapped my ass wise super hard. He pulled back and slammed into me three time and I heard and felt something pop. Finally fuck stick you gave me your second ring. My hole was making noise as he fucked me deep, I could feel him so deep inside me. He kept hitting my prostate and before I knew it I was cumming in the cage that had been put on me. He laughed and said, there is the first orgasm. What a fucking whore, loves big anonymous dick in his hole. He unfastened the ball gag, he sped, and the moans continued and before I knew it I was cumming again. In all he made me shoot three times before he came inside me. The blindfold was pulled off and Rope under me released. He pulled my head up saying clean it fag. He had me orally service him and clean his huge dick and fucked my throat for twenty minutes and then shot his load in my mouth. He told me to swallow it, I gladly swallowed his load. Once I swallowed his load, he grabbed my face and had me look up at him. This man was tall at least 6’3 with a great body, huge dick, average looking face but pretty eyes. He said, you are now my boy, open your mouth he instructed. He spat in my mouth and told me to swallow it. He then got on the bed and lifted his legs and told me to eat his hole. I made my way over, spread his checks and put my tongue out and licked his hole. He grabbed my head and pushed me in, it is not a fucking cone tongue my fucking hole. I ate his hole, he seemed to like it. He removed his hand; I could tell he was texting. There was a knock at the door. He rolled over and off the bed, then he pushed my head down on the bed into a pillow saying stay the fuck there. I did and he greeted a guy at the door. The man said, is this him? The guy using me said, yes. He does not look like much, but he will serve you. Then I heard, do you want his ass or mouth. The guy who just entered said, give me his mouth first. Just then my head was slapped, and he said you heard the man, get over and suck his dick. I turned around and there was a man in his late 40’s balding, beard, muscled in joggers and a t-shirt. I crawled over on my knees and started to feel his dick. He had a thick dick, it grew quickly. He pulled his joggers down and his dick hit me in the face. I grabbed it and he slapped my hand. No hands he said. I opened my mouth and took the head in my mouth. I started to suck dick, he put his hand on my head and said, if you ever fucking touch me again, I will beat the shit out of you. I am only her for your holes. I paused but he smacked my head as he said, no teeth either. I sucked him as he pulled me onto his dick. I would gag and pull off and try not to look my balance. He fucked my throat for ten minutes and choked me with his dick. I really had no idea how much more I could take. He then pulled out and said, your ass! Nothing more, I got up, got on all four and he pushed his big dick inside me. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, piston fucking me making me whimper and moan. He stopped, his dick still inside me. He grabbed one of the ropes from before and tied it in a noose around my neck and choked me while he fucked me. I gasped for air and then I could not breath and I swear I passed out. He would release it and I gasped, and he would choke me out again, He did this four time and on that four time he shot his load inside me. He let go of the noose, pulled out and cleaned up and left without saying a word. I hard the guy who opened the door say, I am now your owner. I will be back in town Friday night and over the weekend. You should be ready to be used. I did not say anything, he slapped my head again and I said, Yes Sir. Good fag, now get dressed and get out of here. I have things to do today. I did as he instructed, I got dressed. He was in the bathroom so I could not even clean up. I took off the cage, I slid my pants on, my hole was so full of cum. Once I dressed, I opened the door and headed to the elevator and downstairs. I tried to find a bathroom to let this cum out, but it was full, and I needed to get home. I ordered an uber and waited out front. The man who had just fucked me and coked me came up to me. He told me to give him my phone. He called his number and said, I will text you in the next couple days when I need to unload. You better make yourself available. I said I would, he reminded me I should not speak but listen. Don’t make that mistake again. My uber arrived, I got in but the guy was standing across the drive looking at me. He made a noose symbol as I drove off. Fuck this guy scared me. I drove and before I got home, he had text. It read, “fag whore, you have my cum inside you. Leave it in you.” Then he send and address date and time. Holy fuck, two days from now. No fucking way. I got home, I looked in the mirror and I had rope burns on my neck. I quickly showered and put on a shirt to cover them. My girl got home, and she asked me about work, and I told her how much it sucked but I was glad it was over. We made small talk and she shared that David had text that he had a buddy in town and wanted to know if we are both up for some fun. She said, can we please? I asked her when and she said tomorrow night. She said, I really want to. I agreed and she text David that we were on. David, text me this, “Fag, I hear you had a great time tonight. Your girl wants to real dicks tomorrow, you can let her have them right, you had a ton today.” Holy fuck, I was pissed. He got me into today and now he was whoring out my girl. She kissed and told me she loved me and could not wait for tomorrow. I had trouble staying asleep, my ass was so sore, and I kept dreaming about all the dick from today. I woke up in the morning and showered and let loose of all the cum and went into work early. My lunch, I was feeling horny. I needed to taste cum, I had never had a craving for it. I tried to convince myself I could wait for David’s, but I started to worry that maybe with his buddy I would not be allowed to eat her cum out until after they left. I search online and went to a gay site to find a glory hole. It took me a minute, but I found one ten blocks from work. I went downstairs and drove to the spot, it looked pretty run down. I saw a guy in a suit walk in and I got out and followed him. He had gotten his change already and walked into the back area. I did the same. I had no idea a place like this existed. I went into a booth and then another, no glory hole but the third one had one. I checked the four and it had two. I sat in that booth. I waited and then I heard the door next to me on the right open, no change but soon a dick slipped trough the hole. It was soft but lone. I lifted it and began to suck it. I could hear the guy moaning, his dick got big. Had to be ten inches. I sucked him and deep throated him and really wanted his cum. He pulled his dick back, I was so disappointed. He fished some poppers through. I hit them, then he slide a bottom of lube through and said, show me your ass. I really did not want to get fucked but I stood up and dropped my dress pants, pulled my underwear down and lubed up my hole and slide a finger inside me. I then slide the lube through and hit the poppers. He reached in and pulled me back to the hole, his dick pressed and hit my hole and I bent forward and spread my cheeks and his dick spread my ass lips and the head passed my ring. He pressed and soon he was halfway inside me. He pulled out and pressed, then again and soon had most of his dick inside me. He said, tight pussy. I then heard the door open, again no money so no light but another dick slide through. It was half hard and grabbed it and sucked it. The guy was uncut, he had a nice but skinny dick and he leaked cum like crazy. It tasted so good. The guy behind me was fucking me like crazy. It started to hurt. The guy pulled out who I was sucking and leaned in and fed me poppers. That helped a lot, he stood up and slide his cock back through and I sucked him for five more minutes and he shot in my mouth, his cum tasted so sweet. I was just about to pull off and suck the guy fucking me when he shoved inside me, and his dick pulsed, and he shot six ropes inside me. He pulled out and he soon disappeared. I stood there; my dick rock hard. I had pulled my underwear and pants up when I heard the door on the left. Just as I buttoned my pants, I saw a light go on next door. I could see it was the guy in the suit with the expensive shoes. I sat down, he stood there, I leaned forward, and he had his dick out. Beautiful fat 8 or so uncut. I got up and bent down and watched him jack it with his left hand, he turned and jacked it right at the hole. I put my tongue out and licked the precum off his head. He pressed it in, and I sucked the head for him. He seemed to like that as I swirled my tongue around the head under his foreskin. He let me suck him for a while and then pulled out and tucked his dick away and got down and whispered for me to follow him. He opened the door and I stood up and a few seconds later, I opened mine. When I headed out, the good-looking guy was at a board and he wrote the number four, then put a double line under it and a double line vertically. I had not seen it when I walked in and the rule at the bottom showed a double line horizontal like an equal sign meant fucks bare, double line vertical head bare. He then turned and pointed to number 4, I walked into it, and he followed. It has a big hole in it. He entered shortly after and locked the door. He told me to drop my pants, I did, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his underwear just under his balls. He grabbed my ass and fled my hole. He could feel I was wet from cum, nice is all he said as he pushed my ass back against the large opening. He then fed me poppers before pushing me down to suck his big dick. Less than a minute later I hard the door, felt fingers on my ass and my cheeks being pulled apart as a tongue licked my cummy hole. Fuck, his tongue felt so good. I moaned on the guys big uncut dick. This went on for two minutes and then the guy pulled off, I felt fingers at my hole. The hot guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and fed me poppers and soon I had a huge dick pressed against my hole and it slowly began to slide inside me. He was stretching my hole and it felt amazing. He was so slow at entering me making me feel it and opening me up so gradually. Then I felt his pubes, my guy fed me poppers and then the guy started to withdraw and begin to slowly fuck my hole. The guy in my booth leaned down as he said, that is fucking hot. You are taking a big dick, I can tell. He is fucking you bareback, isn’t he? I nodded, wow. You are such a hot little slut. He leaned down and told me to open my mouth, as I did, he spit inside me while he rubbed my chest. He worked his hand down to the hold and felt under me and the huge dick going inside me. He whispered in my ear; he is going to breed you dude. Anonymous cock is going to fucking load you up. Tell me you want his cum…. He gently slapped my face, I said, I want his cum. Good boy he said, then he tapped on the wall and a minute or two later the guy said, I’m cumming and he shot his load in my ass. The guy stayed inside me, and I began to pull off and the guy in my both pushed me back on the wall as he said, that is rude. Let him stay in you boy, you begged him for his cum. The guy slowly withdrew, and I was sucking on this big cock again. I heard the door open and close and then open again. The guy did not eat my hole, he instead spread my ass cheeks and pressed his dick against my hole after spitting on it and slide into me. He was long but thin. He hit my second ring, he fucked me hard for a few minutes and popped through. It felt amazing. He fucked me for five minutes like that, the guy in my booth just whispered what a hot slut I was and before long the guy slide all the way inside me and shot his load. He pulled out a second later and soon I hard the door. He pulled out his phone and text as the door opened and I heard the text in the next room. He said, my friend is here. You will love his big dick. I felt some material loop around my right leg and then my left and then pressure. I tried to pull away and I could not. The guy in my booth pulled my hand behind my back and tied them with a zip cord he had in his pocket. I then felt fingers inside me. Two and then three, He had four fingers inside me and I could do nothing but moan. The guy fed me poppers and the guy behind me worked his fingers inside me left and write and soon he was opening me up . I began to shake, I had felt this feeling before but his hand was so huge. The guy in my booth fed me poppers and tried to keep me from being too loud. He finally covered my mouth and tapped the wall and the guys fist pressed hard and passed my ring. There I was, in a booth against a hole in a wall and a fist in my ass. The guy was good, and it felt amazing, but it hurt like fuck when he pulled out. He clearly had a glove on because I hard him clean me up and untied me and the guy in my booth said, get dressed, you are coming with us. I got dressed and followed them out. His friend was 6’6 and 200 pounds solid and I could not help but look at his hands and they were huge. I could not believe one of them got inside me. It was a few blocks away, an older apartment. We walked up to the second floor and into unit b. The guy from the booth told me to undress, I did, and the tall, beautiful blond grabbed my hand and lead me to his bedroom and pulled off his clothes revealing a huge dick on him. Had to be 8 inches soft. I bend over and began to suck his dick, he got hard straight away. He pulled me off and led me to the bed, laid down and had me straddle his dick, at least a foot by now. He lubed up his dick and hole and slide his dick in my freshly fisted hole. He slide inside me easily but got some resistance eight inches In. He was supper thick. I stayed there and the guy from the booth and gotten naked and he was now pressing against my hole beside that huge dick. He blonde guy pulled me forward and the suit guy pressed hard, and he soon was in my hole and they were fucking me while I screamed and begged them to go slower. That big hand on my mouth made it hard to breath. They fucked me for ten minutes before the pain went away. The hot man pulled his hand off my mouth and said, that’s not bad is it. Ten minutes later the suit guy shot his load inside me and pulled out and disappeared without a word and I hard the door five minutes later. The real fucking began as he brutally slammed into me and broke through my second ring. This time it did not feel as good and hurt. He pressed hard and he was all the way inside me. He held me there and said fuck under his breath. Then he said, you are only the second guy ever to take me this deep. He fucked me for ten minutes and then turned me on my said and fucked me for another ten and shot inside me. He let it go soft and it slide out and he lubed up my and his fist and fingered my hole and worked his fist inside me again. I could only moan, He kept telling me he loves my pussy. An hour later he said, I should go because his girl would be home soon. I could not believe the time, I checked my phone, my boss had text me over lunch that she was felling ill and had to go home and I should too. I was relieved since I would most likely have been fired for this little stunt. I went home feeling completely and sexually satisfied. I loved this afternoon, and it was hot, I got hard as I walked. I knew I was in for a surprise tonight and I hoped that I could see some action beside just eating cum out of my girl. If that, was it would be okay but now, I wanted more! I showered before my girl got home. My hole was sore, from that big fist and puffy but my sides were happy I put on some tight underwear and shorts and a t shirt. She told me I looked hot, and that David wanted it kinky tonight. She showed me a bag that was left with two blindfolds. She showered and I got nervous. She got ready and straightened up the bedroom. She told me unlock the door and come back to the bedroom and she put her blindfold on and so did I. Minutes later we hard the door. I hard footsteps and a presence in front of me. He grabbed me and led me away from may girl, I hard her start to moan as some guy began to eat her out. The guy walked me to the spare bedroom. He then spoke, it was David. This is your fag is all he said a guy grabbed me. David shut the door and left me with a guy, he pushed me down and told me to suck his cock. I fished it out of his pants and sucked that big dick. His dick grew to be a fat nine inches. I then felt my hands being tied behind my back. Then the voice said, I want you to see him gag on that big dick. Here I was helpless, the guy was strong, and he held my head and started slow and told me to open my throat. He continued if you listen and obey you will be a fine little fag, If not, you will regret it. No fucking teeth either. He fucked my throat and I gagged and just when I started to get used to his dick and stopped gagging, he fucked my throat harder and hard making me gag and eventually I throw up. The guy in the chair laughed and said do it again. This went on until I could only dry heave and gag, once I was free of any stomach bile the real throat fucking began when I was placed with my head against a wall and the guy fucked my throat. I thought he was going to suffocate me with his dick. He beat my throat like this for ten minutes and then shoved it deep down my throat and shot his cum down my throat. He shook and slowly pulled out once he regained his composure. Immediately a ball gag was shoved in my mouth. The guy who had been sitting choked me. He then pulled me up to my feet. I was soon on the bed with my shorts pulled down and my ass showing. He lubed up and slide two fingers inside me. Then came his dick, it felt so fat as he laid it on my ass cheeks, He lubed it and then lined it up to my hole and slide slowly inside me. I must have been sore from earlier or his dick was as big as a baseball bat. He was fucking me hard, he pulled out and I was so relieved. I just wanted him to cum inside me while he was fucking me, he would stop. He straightened up my legs and pulled my underwear and shorts down and lifted my right leg and put it on the bed. He again spread my cheeks and pressed his fat dick head against my hole. I moaned as it felt like he was tearing me open now. He somehow felt bigger. He fucked me for an hour and finally shot his load inside me. When he pulled out, he said, how that is a fucking bloody mess. He led me to the shower and turned the water on and put me in while he cleaned up. Blindfold and all. Heard him say, there is a date, address, and time on the dresser. Make sure you are there. I will give you ass a week to heal up. Try not to bleed so much. I pulled the blindfold off and looked down. There was a lot of red in the water running down the drain. I got out, dried off, and sat on the toilet and his cum and my blood came out. I went out and got dressed. I had no idea what was hapening in the other room but when I got out of the second bedroom everyone was gone. I text her but her phone was in the room. I started getting texts, David sent me pics of my girl getting ganged by four guys, blindfolded and restrained. He sent me the address and told me to come to clean up her cunt. I got dressed and headed downtown to the apartment. I knocked and a tall black man let me in. I could see her ahead of me and she was getting fucked by a big dicked Latin guy. I was motioned over and pushed to my knees. The guy fucking her pulled his dick out and told me to suck him clean. I sucked that big brown dick clean. He fucked my mouth and slide back inside my girl. This went on for ten minutes till he shot his load in my throat during one of the cleaning sessions. The next guy stepped up and this went on for another hour. I had taken six loads and eaten tons out of her pussy. They told me to collect her and take her home. They left me alone with her and I helped her up. She was sore and spent and I called and uber and we went home. She let me eat the rest of the cum out of her and then we went to sleep.

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I have to confess, I find Discord hard to navigate and have not been able to even complete my profile on it.

Once he’d gone I checked the messages on my app. There was one from a fit scally lad in trackies. He sent a picture showing him with one hand lifting his top to reveal his perfect six pack and another with his hand down his trackies playing with his cock. I messages saying “please use me sir, I need a real man like you!”. He replied saying “too right I’m a real man, which means I don’t use condoms – but you need me so you’ll take it right?”. I replied “too right I will and gave him the address”. 10 mins later he walked in and I kissed the bulge through his trackies. He pulled me up and kissed me passionately then told me to bend over, pulled the trackies down and plunged his cock straight into me cum lubed hole deep. I gasped because he’s so big and he laughed and said “yeh, this is for me – take my dick”. He stopped pumping and handed me my poppers with his cock still balls deep in me and I took a deep couple of sniffs. Then he started pumping hard again and this time I relaxed into it and begged him for his manly cum and his DNA inside me. I pleaded “please sir, will you cum in me?” He growled and said “course I will, I’m a real man, here it comes bottom boi”. Then he slammed his dick in hard and I could feel it swell then spurt. The feeling of such an alpha blasting his load in me made me cum too. He said “good boy”. After firing more ropes of cum into me he pulled his trackies up and headed for the door. I whimpered “sir, are you…. poz?”. He laughed and said “don’t know, don’t care – raw is law – I’m a scally bareback king – you guys take me whatever – enjoy my cum and relax”. And that is what I did. I put a butt plug in to make sure this most manly of loads stayed inside me.

Anyone into hairy, musky pits? I find them to be a turn on but much of it here in the forum.

Several months ago, a 19 year old contacted me on grindr texting, "Want to suck my cock?" This was followed by a pic of a very thick stiff cock. We chatted back and forth for a bit. He was very horny and also texted, "I need my dick sucked", "I'm so hard right now", "It needs to be sucked", "I like getting my cock worshiped". Grindr showed he lived less than a mile from me so I agreed and he provided me the address. The first time he showed up at the door naked and we went up stairs to his bedroom. He laid back on his bed with his hands behind his head and after taking a couple hits from my poppers, I started to lick his balls and swallowing his stiff cock. With the exception of some moaning, his only words were, “I'm about to cum”, followed by his cock swelling and pulsing. Afterwards, again with nothing said, he walked me to the front door, with him still naked, and I left. A couple days later, I received another text saying simply, "Wanna suck my cock". I responded, "sure". Then he texted, "When you get here, just come in and go upstairs. Same room as last time." I found him laying back on the bed naked with a stiff cock, his hands behind his head. Like before, after taking a couple hits from my poppers, I started to lick his balls and swallowing his stiff cock. The only words spoken again were him saying, “I'm about to cum”, followed by his cock swelling and pulsing. Afterwards, this time I just walked down stairs and let myself out. Twice a week, I receive a text saying either, "You have time to suck my cock" or "You free". Since he lives so close by I usually head right over. Now I just know to go upstairs to find him naked in bed ready to be sucked. I enjoy sucking his teen cock and he enjoys getting off. I am curious if anyone else has had a similar experience. Where a teen contacted you on a regular basis for head or whether you had a teen who really liked to suck that you could call for weekly head.

Hi, I'm a 30yo male, latino, a bit chubby from Mexico. I have a 4 inch dick but barely use it, since I mostly bottom. I had the fantasy for many years to become a cum dump, taking loads from any guy, but never got the nerve to do it, looking only for 1 on 1 encounters. At least until last Sunday, that I couldn't resist my urges and visited a sex shop that has an area with booths, bar and a dark room. I was really horny, all week long I have been using my dildos and needed the real thing. There was a lot of people in the shop, but I went almost immediately to the dark room, which had some benches against the walls where some guys were already having their dicks sucked. I took a seat and a short slim guy with glasses got close to me. I reached for his cock, he had a semi, and pulled me closer to his groin to suck him. He smelled strongly to piss and some sweat, it made me so horny to suck him clean. He moaned loudly while I sucked him and after a few minutes he made me stood up, he leaned against the wall and we started making out. He pulled down my pants and started spreading my ass cheeks and fingering my hole. "Do you want me to put it in?" He asked and I nodded, turned around and bent over. He had a slim cock about 5 inches long, and had no trouble sliding it inside me. He pounded me hard and fast, when a guy maybe in his 40s got close to me and made suck his cock. He had a dadbod, and a cock about 7 inches long surrounded by gray hairs, and thicker than my current top. The slim guy pulled out after a few minutes and we started making out again, while he offered my hole to the other top. The guy in his 40s started to rub his cock against my hole and entered in a single stroke. I felt his cock making his way in with ease, turns out my dildo got me ready, and he started pounding me and slapping my ass. The slim guy pulled me down to suck him again until they made me turn around and switched places. I was moaning in pleasure asking for more. "I'm cumming inside you!" Said the slim guy, and I felt his warm cum filling me over. He pulled out almost immediately and we started making out again. The other top used the new lube inside me to fuck my hole and I got down to lick clean the slim guy's cock. The guy in his 40s started to talk about how much he enjoyed my used hole, while he pounded me fast and hard. "Do you want cum?" He asked "Yes please! Breed me!!" I said loudly, while some of the guys in the dark room were looking at us. I heard the guy moaning and felt his warm cum when he pulled out. I kissed him and thank him, then decided to went to the bar to take a break for a moment before taking another load.

I was off work on Monday and was really horned up. I haven’t been hooking up much lately—activity fell off during the pandemic and have never really picked up to my old cumdump ways again. But I really wanted some cock on Monday. Did all the prep/clean out then went on the apps to start the cock hunt. Chatted with several guys on BBRT, A4A, Growlr and Scruff but couldn’t close the deal with any of them—would get pretty far and then the guy would flake. I decided to try Sniffies despite it never being very successful for me—I live in a very suburban neighborhood and the closest guys are usually miles away near downtown. But, I was horny as hell—been edging and fingering my hole for a few hours at this point and was willing to make a long drive if it meant I got cock and a load. To my surprise, Sniffies showed another guy (anonymous profile) about 900 feet from me! Within a few minutes he messaged me. He said he was painting a house a street over from me and was horny and really wanted his cock sucked. He said he was straight and Latino (I was guessing English was a second language from the messages) and he just wanted someone to suck him off. He said he was working alone at the house and I could blow him there. He sent me a pic and he was good looking—Latino, probably about 40 with a dad bod and had a nice thick uc cock. I told him I’d walk by the house in a few minutes. Headed over there and saw him outside painting. He looked at me and I nodded and he reached down and squeezed his crotch and smiled at me. He motioned toward the front door of the house. He opened the door and walked in, leaving the door open so I could follow. I followed him into the house and closed the door. This was clearly an unoccupied home in the middle of a rehab (there’s been a good amount of real estate flipping going on in my neighborhood). It was hot & dusty (the AC wasn’t on)—no furniture and lots of fixtures covered in plastic. He faced me and unzipped his paint covered pants and exposing his cock. He was probably about 6.5”, uncut and really thick (it was of those cocks that get really thick toward the middle) with a really furry set of big low hanging balls (which I LOVE). I dropped to my knees and began licking his balls first, then moving to suck his cock. I sucked him for about ten minutes—he was producing a lot of precum, but didn’t seem close to cumming. Finally, the combination of heat and my knees on the hard, dusty tile got the best of me and I needed a break, so I stopped sucking and stood up to face him while continuing to jack his cock. To my surprise, he reached out and kissed me, which I wasn’t expecting from a straight guy. He reached around and put his hand down the back of my shorts and started groping for my hole. Of course, my natural instinct is to spread my legs to give him better access and I moaned as he brushed my hole. That seemed to turn him one and he penetrated me with his finger, which just made me moan louder. Luckily, I was still fairly well lubed from where I had been fingering my self earlier. He pulled down my shorts completely, then turned me around the opposite direction. I suddenly forgot about the heat and the dust, and I felt his uc cock head push at my hole. Between his precum and my earlier lube, there was enough lubrication. He pushed his thick cock all the way into me and bottomed out at his hairy balls. He fucked me hard for a few minutes then slowed down, but I needed it hard. I started to fuck myself hard against his cock, taking the full length at every stroke. I was like a man possessed on that cock and couldn’t get enough or hard enough. Within a few minutes I came without even touching my own cock. His pace and breathing pick up and I know he’s close—I think he asked me if I wanted him to pull out, but I just yelled for him to breed me. A few seconds later his shoots a huge load into my hole. I quickly pull my shorts up and it’s pretty clear he’s ready to get back to work. He’s back to being the straight working man again, but I’m the one with his cum in my cunt. I went home and put in my biggest butt plug so I could keep his load in me as long as possible. Needless to say, I place a much higher value on Sniffies now!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_joFp0puWUSm9 I wonder if the boy had any idea what he got himself into!

As BareLover666 mentioned only a few hours ago, and which I will enlarge upon: So don't use rubbers. I haven't used one for decades. Instead, get on PReP. Get the inoculations against the various std's that come right along with the pleasures of raw sex. Once you're fully vaccinated with all available preventive meds, and on PReP, you will have taken every possible precaution there is to take against illness. At that point, you will be able to decide whether to jump into the whirling vortex of mating men, be celibate, or something in-between. Understand that the more raw Cock you take, the more std's will find their way to your body. Consider it as a trade-off between what you feel you need to do to be whole, and the inevitable sexual bugs that will surely come your way. Only you can decide where you fit on that spectrum, so take all the time you need to come to terms with the thrills and the occasional unwelcome-but-treatable price to be paid. Good luck.

I can take any cock , but wasn’t till i let go & had a dom top take too a abs& got me mouth on a gh. He said do i want have a thoat broken in for all cock& i said yes. He put aput my mouth up to the glory hole, but put thiss soft ring betweem my lipse& hole( think was a teething ring for babbies) anyway he held my face to wall and ducktape my head too it. Then he face fuck me, and went getting guys-i was a mess

2 Sundays ago at the bathhouse. I like to go on Sundays because it's the Lights Out event. Brings out my inner mindless bottom bimbo side that I'm finding more and more difficult to suppress. I walk around with nothing on but a dark hoodie and thigh-high socks. Although I'm not necessarily a "Sissy" - however you want to define that - I'm defiantly a non-masculine bottom. Most tops don't seem into that, and, that's fine. I don't go trolling for just any swinging dick when I'm there anyway. I really don't. But, every so often, there'll be a guy who seems to have a fantasy or secret crush on a guy like me. Those are the ones I'm looking to please. I like to stand in a corner adjacent to the GH booths because it's apparently too dark for me to be seen when I do. But, with the aid of the mirrors on the walls, I can see who's coming towards me before they can see me. I seem to get the most attention from the soul brothers when I go to the baths in my sissy boy gear. I saw this one walking towards me and I made my move. Not directly TO him, but, near him before I scurried to the other end of the maze. I just wanted to make sure he saw me, and, waited for the reaction I was hoping for. I didn't look back over my shoulder to see if he was watching my ass as I walked. I can't help it. I don't do it deliberately, but, I know it moves in a way that guys like. After several minutes, I made my way back to my usual post in the darkened corner, and, sure enough, I could tell that the same guy who I had hoped saw me dash in front of him minutes before, was sitting on a bench in the opposite darkened corner, stroking something long and hard. I immediately made my way to the nearest GH booth, and waited for him to enter the adjacent one. I didn't wait long. Once I heard him close the door, I positioned myself up against the the hole ass first, and waited for him to do what I hoped he did best. He had trouble lining his cock up with my cheeks through the GH, as, I'm a few inches taller than he was. So, he said something - which, I couldn't really make out, but, knew what it was anyway - and next thing I knew, he was knocking on my door. I opened it for him, of course. He wasted zero time in positioning me exactly how he wanted me, and I was happily helpless as he did. He had me bent forward in no time and surprised me with how thick he was! He could tell I was struggling with it a bit - I can handle length better than girth - and seemed to enjoy it. Of course, I walk around already pre-lubed, but, I quickly applied a bunch more so I could fully accept that big thing inside my hole. I wanted it just as much as he did. He eventually worked it all the way in - it didn't take long for me to relax back there - and went to work. Truth be told, the actual fuck itself was rather uneventful. That's largely why I tend to want to avoid same-booth sex. It's too difficult to maneuver in such a small space. But, I have to do whatever the top wants, so. He was finished within a few minutes, sadly. But, he did exactly what I wanted when I heard him breathing heavily as he pumped away : "just keep going", I said. He might've replied "yeah?" And, I most likely responded with a breathy "yeah, I'll take it". I don't know why I always say that, but, I do. And, I did. We each thanked the other for a nice fuck and then went our separate ways. I didn't see him again the rest of the night.

Wow.. sounds like a great party! There is a group in NJ I went to. Same thing pay a little to get in then strip. I wound up in a room with two beds put together I layed face down and in 5 minutes I got my 1st cock in me and then a bunch others tag teamed my hole. At one point I tried to get up and leave the room to rest but got held down so these two guys could have their turn.. I didn't mind that to much i like the dominance..

Gotta love Gran Canaria

Following on from my post on page 1161 (a week ago) my anonymous cock guy who has tried to invite his mate sent me his number on grinder the day after our meet. Turns out that he had travelled from larnaca that day (about 45km away) and was out and about in aiya napa when he saw my profile, he had originally said he wanted to arrange a second meet next week, but just 3 days later he's invited me to stay at his place so he could introduce us. I declined to stay overnight, I like to fuck and leave as it were, so I booked a place nearby to his (like a 3 min walk away) for Saturday night (6th August) and we agreed a time to meet. The guy who had fucked me sent me a few pics of him but none of his mate, apparently his mate is married to a woman but this isn't the first time they have used a guy together. Saturday night rolls round and I check into my hotel, didn't get an apartment as I wasn't planning to host, just needed a place to stay after a few drinks and a fuck. Got to their house about 7pm knocked the door, the guy from the other night opened the door and ushered me in. We all poured drinks and sat down, they introduced themselves, the guy from the other night was German as I guessed, his name was luke, his mate is Cypriot and called Andreas (or Andy) Luke started by telling Andy about our meet last week, it was strange sitting there while he talked about me, chatting with his mate about "the British slut" that he found full of cum and used, all the while me sat awkwardly with my drink. Andy turned to ask if I been fucked since then, I confirmed that I had not and that lukes cock was the last to take me. With that Andy told me to undress and get on the floor, I did as instructed and knelt down keeping just my socks on with a bottle of poppers tucked inside, kneeling on the tiled floor of the sitting room. "you up for a good fucking?" Andy asked, I nodded quietly as luke passed me a shot of neat vodka, it burnt my throat as I necked it back and I was immediately given a second shot and told to down it. After I drank my second shot Andy stood up and pulled out his cock." luke said he never got to try your mouth so I wanna have that first" he stepped forward and without a word, pushed his cock straight into my mouth and down my throat, I immediately gagged and choked it up making the 2 guys laugh, "go a little slower on him" luke said but Andy ignored him, he pushed straight back into my mouth and although slightly less aggressive he picked up a rhythm of fucking my mouth as I looked up at him, "you gonna be our slut tonight?" Andy asked "let us both fuck you bare?" I nodded and tried my best to suck him properly, after a few minutes he pulled his cock out said he was off to get a drink, by the time he returned I was now on my knees in front of luke sucking his 9' shaft from the other night, I could feel Andy watching as swirled my tongue around the head of lukes cock before sliding my mouth up and down his shaft. Pretty soon after I feel Andy get down behind me, his tongue pressed against my ass hole as it begins to invade me, tasting me and getting me nice and wet, I reached to my socks and took a few hits of poppers, the rush of warmth filling my head as I sucked luke and got rimmed by Andy was immense, it made me push back on his tongue and take the cock further into my throat. Andy noticed and laughed, and said something about how I obviously need fucking, he poured some lube over my ass then he got up and lined up with my hole "you might wanna take your cock outta his mouth, I'm about to ram straight up him and I don't want you getting bitten" luke laughed and pushed me off of his dick, it was glistening with saliva from my mouth and he slowly wanked right in front of my face. Andy didn't say a word, he pushed his cock against my hole and in one slow powerful thrust his whole cock slipped up inside me, i remembered letting out a long moan and sniffing poppers, hit after hit as Andy quickly increased the pace to a full on ass pounding. I began trying to suck luke again but found it too hard to concentrate, the vodka and poppers taking their toll I ended up on all fours leaning on the sofa for support as my ass was used like a cum sleeve, after about ten minutes Andy pulled out, saying he didn't want to cum just yet and inviting luke to take his place, luke immediately resumed the use of my hole, in all honesty both their dicks were about the same size, lukes probably a little thicker although Andy had already stretched me, I was so full of lube anyway that it wasn't uncomfortable anymore, instead there was just the raw pleasure of knowing 2 guys are again using me as a cum dump, and so like a good bottom I simply stayed in the position I was in, eyes closed, face into the sofa while they swapped back and forth fucking my ass, there came a point where I wasn't even sure who was fucking me at any given time as they swapped every few minutes and I lost track. All in they kept going for about 40 minutes, I remember the cock inside me going from long purposeful strokes to erratic pumping and I heard lukes German accent as he announced that he was gonna shoot, fairly soon after he filled my ass with a big sticky load of German spunk, he withdrew and Andy took his place, commenting on his slick my hole felt and how he could feel his mates cum sliding in and out of me, he shafted me for another 5 mins or so before emptying his balls inside me too. He kept his cock in me for a short while enjoying the feeling of my used ass before pulling out and helping me up. There was no mention of me Cumming this time, luke had vanished and Andy said something like "that was fun mate, definitely meet another time but we have stuff to do soon" which I took to mean it was time to leave. *** This happened 2 days ago Saturday 6th August, I've booked a room for Wednesday 10th, I'm interested in ideas for how I can share that experience, would people be interested in me taking some pics and making a storyboard of events? Sharing another post on here? Or are my posts too regular and no longer of interest? Would love feedback/ideas, either public or via PM

Sir, your post content around the site makes it clear that you’re an advocate of HIV gifter/chaser culture. You make references to “poz loading” people. Given this, it’s pretty clear that what you mean by this post is that you’re sick of “Undetectable” because it’s interfering with the culture of spreading HIV. Let me remind you that this is the General discussion area of the forum, not the bugchasing wasteland in the Backroom, and your gifter/chaser propaganda is misplaced here. I suggest you take it where you will find readers who will appreciate it. Here, it reads as bullshit. You’re sick of our ability - at long, long fucking last - to know that the Enemy Virus in our bodies is not a goddamn death sentence? Have you been within an hour of death from your HIV? I have. I had a viral load of 85,000 that came that close to ending me, and now, after almost eight years as an AIDS survivor, I have fought - fought - my way back to some kind of health, and stayed durably Undetectable. Yes, sir, Undetectable. Not just so I can stay alive, but so I can make damn sure I’m never responsible for destroying someone else’s life and health for a fuck. Your pusillanimous complaint is an insult to every AIDS survivor drawing breath.

Have you ever known or heard about someone who has cancer but treatment put it in remission? Have you ever heard them talk about how happy they are to be in remission and cancer free for "X" number of years? I view my infection that same way. I have HIV but my medication holds it in check. I don't care what you or anyone else thinks about the use of the word "undetectable" because it's got nothing to do with you -- it's about me and my challenges and progress in fighting my virus. I'm undetectable and happy to say so.

U.S. ARMY RANGER TRAINING BRIGADE TUESDAY 0845 HRS Marine Major William ‘Billy’ Collins glanced at the clock in his temporary office. He had fifteen minutes before his meeting with Col. Ulrich. He wasn’t looking forward to this. Nerves weren’t the issue, it was all about personality conflict. Colonel Ulrich was the type of old guard that believed his Command was his Kingdom and he was the King. And King Ulrich did NOT like the Pentagon playing games with his Airborne Course and Ranger School. His resentment for the presence of Major Collins came through loud and clear. Full Bird Colonel Ulrich also detested what he referred to as ‘weakening his training course and creating a bunch of toy soldiers’. Collins had to laugh at that, privately of course. Col. Ulrich had been given command of the Airborne and Ranger Training Brigade three years ago. It wasn’t ‘his’. And what he referred to as weakening had more to do with the policy change after the Vietnam War ended to allow the Airborne and Ranger Schools to become an open opportunity for any soldier who could qualify. In the shake-up and draw down of U.S. forces for peacetime you had more soldiers leaving the service than joining up. The Pentagon needed incentive, and training was incentive. A campaign of promoting the military as way to develop skills you couldn’t get in the civilian world was put forth by the PR and marketing firms that were hired to improve the public image of joining the military. The unpopularity of the Vietnam War had really done a number on recruitment. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Without personnel, they couldn’t justify their budgets to Congress. And the Ford and Carter Administration had gutted them. Fortunately, Reagan and Bush understood the need to keep a well equipped military and keep up recruitment numbers. But now with Clinton there was talk of base closures and bloated budgets again. Hell, entire Commands were being considered for dissolution. Brigades and Battalions gone, Fighter groups decommissioned, it seemed every week some new plan came down from Heaven to combine units, and cut money from some program or training. And they were only a month into Clinton’s first term. Nothing was set in stone yet, but the shake-up was coming. President Clinton certainly wasn’t winning any votes from military personnel starting off like this. But all that was above Collins’ pay grade and honestly he knew none of it mattered. His focus at the Naval Academy was Military History. This was the normal ebb and flow of a country’s martial presence. Certain administrations found excuses to increase the military, found conflicts to get involved in (nearly all of which weren’t even a minor threat to the U.S.), spent money on new, fancy planes, boats, and weapons. Then there was an almost equal amount of administrations who focused on pulling back, cutting budgets, limiting promotions and weeding out dead weight personnel, ending weapons programs, decommissioning outdated equipment, decreasing stockpiles. When you looked at it overall, there was a natural balance. And the most impressive part was the country never shirked when a REAL threat presented itself. Collins always laughed secretly at the old guard officers and NCO’s who whined about how ‘they’re weakening the military’ or ‘back in my day soldiers were tough’. One thing was ALWAYS true: Leadership set the tone. So if there was any weakness manifesting it fell squarely on the shoulders of this ‘old guard’ because they dictated policy and direction. Essentially, just like Sergeants told their green recruits: find a way to succeed with what you’re given. And that was exactly why Collins was here sticking his nose into Col. Ulrich’s Airborne and Ranger Training program. There was enough history with homosexual troops to recognize the military didn’t have a performance issue with those troops. They had a behavioral issue with the heterosexual troops. Study after study, as well as post-discharge examination of individual service records and unit records indicated homosexual troops performed right in line with all other personnel, to the exact percentage in everything from rank achievement, mission success, job performance, every marker they could look at. In fact, strangely enough, those units who discharged suspected or admitted homosexuals saw absolutely no increase or decrease in achievements, success, or mission goals before or after the discharge. Those units didn’t perform worse when a homosexual was present, and they didn’t perform better when a homosexual was removed. Which said to anyone looking that the policy against homosexuality because it affected the mission had no basis in fact. But, the Pentagon already knew that, because in WWII, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War unless a soldier was blatant and open about it, every single branch refused every request for discharge based on suspected homosexuality. The sad part of that was those troops would have been safer with a dishonorable discharge than left to the unmerciful personal justice of their unit. And that was a failure of leadership. Still, there were far more examples of a unit that overlooked or ignored such activity within its ranks than there were examples of street justice. Collins had spent months piecing together a picture from research. This wasn’t a new issue. That was the entire reason for this test program. The dynamic needed a focused and eyes-on determination of what happened within a unit from the very start, through low and high pressure situations, training, missions and even off duty down time. From that, he was tasked with outlining a policy that the military could live with. He’d presented the general idea of this test program four years ago to his Commander and he’d gotten the green light to develop it into a working model. As with everything, the military moved slow. At that time it wasn’t a priority and he wasn’t to spend too much time on it. But slowly, along with a couple other officers and even one civilian at the Pentagon they’d fleshed out a very controlled program. The beauty of it was that he’d created it as a double blind study. The subjects, Private Brickmann and his Bravos, Lamont and his Charlies, nor the other two Platoons, had no idea why. Nor did their Sergeants, Lieutenants, or anyone below the highest levels. It actually surprised Collins to find out Brickmann and Lamont had been chosen for leadership of their Platoons. Collins’ team had selected Private Brickmann specifically because his background check indicated he had a boyfriend in High School, one Kevin Copeland. That wasn’t certain though, as he was also reported to have a girlfriend, who was now at USC. From the time of his enlistment Brickmann hadn’t had a single romantic interaction that could be identified, with men or women, and there had been no contact with either the suspected boyfriend or the girlfriend until his father’s funeral. Private Lamont was a different matter. There were quite a few rumors from his old unit and Collins’ team had put surveillance on him off duty when he was being considered for this program and it turned out Lamont was quite active with men sexually. Exclusively men. Numerous men. But in spite of the rumors in his unit, his fellow troops, his Sergeant and his Lieutenant said he was an exceptional soldier. When specifically asked about the rumors, both the Sergeant and Lieutenant shrugged and said ‘Rumors. You know how units are. He doesn’t seem the type to me, and no one’s brought any accusations.’ Their wording was almost identical, as if rehearsed. That was another aspect to this he’d have to put in his report. Whether Lamont’s Sergeant and Lieutenant knew anything or not they’d chosen to protect either Lamont or the unit from scrutiny. One or the other was true, perhaps both, but that dynamic couldn’t be discounted. Any external investigation into a single troop or the unit as a whole was considered disruptive. Any kind of investigation. No one liked that sort of thing. So, either the Sergeant and Lieutenant liked Lamont and were protecting him, or they didn’t want these outsiders making a mess in their unit. But either way, the underlying message was that they didn’t feel Lamont’s suspected homosexuality was a big enough deal to warrant disruption of their day-to-day. And that in itself spoke volumes: Lamont wasn’t a problem, not for them, and not for their troops. That was exactly the sort of thing this test program was trying to determine. The other two Platoons chosen for this program, the Alphas and the Deltas were also operating smoothly and had performed well in phase 1. Because they had ranked 3rd and 4th though they were steered towards other training for phase 2. Collins had already figured out most of the reason why Brickmann and Lamont were so successful with their Platoons as both seemed to be natural leaders who set an example for their troops, identified weaknesses and developed them into strengths. For instance, Private Sendahl and Private Evans, the troublemaker twins, Wanker and Bootlicker. Privately, Collins was curious how they got those nicknames, but in any other unit those two would probably have been busted down or even booted for their activities. In their previous units both had numerous black marks and reports for conduct, discipline and being where they were not authorized but had never been caught doing anything that violated the UCMJ, even if Collins suspected both actually HAD. But, doing something and getting caught doing something were two different things. Somehow though in the Bravos, Harris was able to keep them from getting out of hand and instead steered the two in a way that utilized their crafty intelligence for resourcefulness instead of trouble. Before phase 1, Collins would have put money on those two being the ones to rat out the homosexual troops. Both Privates seemed hell bent on discovering secrets and using them to their advantage. But Brickmann identified that they were kindred spirits so he paired them up, while overlooking everything that wasn’t a major offense, even purposing their talents to often help the Platoon. Basically, instead of cracking down on them, he made them feel like their skills were a valuable contribution. Because of that, no one saw them as the troublemakers. In other units, they’d be considered a weak link, a problem to be disciplined and never treated as part of the team. Brickmann just somehow knew they needed focus and purpose, so he gave it to them. The simplicity of the solution impressed Collins. When Brickmann encountered a problem, he turned it into an opportunity. With a leader like that any unit would push themselves to go the extra mile. Collins glanced at the clock again. It was time to deal with Ulrich and as distasteful as he found the man personally he couldn’t avoid coordinating with him for the program’s transition to Ranger School. *********************** BOOTLICKER After the success of selling the answer key to his 6th grade History test, Peter was looking for his next opportunity to make money. The key to not getting caught was in not getting greedy. He knew to stay away from the good kids, the rule followers, the ones who would tattle to the teacher. Besides, they didn’t need to cheat to pass the test and he wasn’t going to make any serious money off them anyway, plus money was just a way to keep score. No, his target market was the lazy kids, the stupid ones. Peter hadn’t stolen the answer key for himself, he could pass that test with his eyes closed. He could read the chapters and the facts just stayed in his head. The tests and homework were almost disgustingly easy for him. And the stupid and lazy kids were easy marks and so eager to give him every dollar they had. He’d lucked across the answer key one day when he went up to Mr. Houston’s desk to ask him if he needed any help with anything and saw the key for the next test peeking out from under some other papers. Peter loved that he had Mr. Houston fooled. Mr. Houston actually liked him because he made sure to act interested and he always participated in class, plus he made good grades. Teachers always liked the students who made good grades. It made them feel like they were good teachers. Once he realized that aspect of teachers when he was 8, he understood how he could make school easy. Teachers were really dumb and so easy to manipulate but they weren’t any different than other adults. The kids who struggled, or caused trouble in class were treated like prisoners, viewed with distrust and basically watched for any infraction. Peter though was given every benefit of the doubt, a ton of freedom, and was easily forgiven for tardiness and a hundred other little things that students often got in trouble for. It was never a question that he finished his work early and when he did he always volunteered to do something in the classroom that the teacher needed. Yeah, they fucking loved that. What made it all even better was they never suspected him of any wrong doing. Nothing made him feel warmer inside than getting away with a scheme purely by virtue of the belief that the smart, helpful, eager and charming kid would NEVER do something bad. So lifting the answer key while Mr. Houston was away from his desk was easy. A brief moment in which Mr. Houston’s back was turned was all he needed, passing by the desk to go to the pencil sharpener and a casual grab and it was in his hands. After he copied it all down in his notebook at his desk (which only made him look like he was crunching away at homework) another moment of inattention was all he needed to slip it back exactly where it was before. He remembered exactly which pile, how much was sticking out, which other papers it was found between. Then by the end of the next day he had $64 of desperately surrendered lunch money. Honestly, he owed his success in part to teacher laziness. Multiple choice tests meant the teachers didn’t have to spend so much time grading, and Peter didn’t have to copy out test questions. Plus, all the answers fit on a small easily hidden scrap of paper. He also figured out that his copies couldn’t have ALL the correct answers. He diligently substituted deliberately wrong answers in his copies so that the grades would vary between a 85 and a 91. Mid B’s and low A’s were far better than most of his clientele usually got, and not so high that a stupid, lazy kid couldn’t achieve with a little luck, especially on a multiple choice test. Plus, he figured he was doing the teacher a huge favor. Higher test scores made it look like they were actually good teachers. Overall, Peter felt he was helping everyone and they all got something out of the deal. While he couldn’t care less if others benefited, it did make him feel like they should be grateful he put in all that effort. “What’s next?” He thought. He was toying with some kind of pay to play game at lunch time. He’d recently read a magazine article about how carnival games were rigged in favor of the carnival and he felt that held some potential. He was afraid that the lunch monitors wouldn’t allow it once they knew the kids were giving him money. Plus, he hadn’t quite decided on what game. That might be more suited to an after school thing, maybe on the bus or in the neighborhood. That was something still in development. Also on the list was learning how to stack cards and do tricks, which had the potential to be a good regular source of income. He’d have to be good though, which meant a lot of practice. He’d checked out a couple books that described how it was done, so he had the knowledge, he just needed the skill. In the movie The Sting, Robert Redford and Paul Newman said the best con was one in which the mark thought they knew how the game worked, but the trick was that it was all a distraction from the REAL con. The Sting had to be his favorite movie of all time. The elegance and complexity of Redford and Newman’s plot sent shivers up his spine and he often imagined himself in a career as a con man. If you were good, you could fake your way into any situation, be whoever you wanted, do whatever you wanted, and people would just hand over their money with a smile. They’d even thank you for doing them the favor of taking their money. By the time they realized it was all a trick, you were gone. At 11, Peter had it all figured out. ****************** “Mr. and Mrs. Evans, thanks for coming in.” Principal Nichols said. Peter Evans’ parents sat across from him in his office, looks of resignation on their faces. “What has he done?” Mr. Evans asked. Principal Nichols was surprised that his tone was not combative and instead sounded amused. He immediately revised his approach. He was prepared for a battle with parents who would defend their child with indignation and disbelief. Instead, these two seemed open and unsurprised. So he let his guard down and gave it to them straight. “It seems Peter has been selling mice to the other kids. They’ve been keeping them in their lockers like some kind of pet. Did you know about this?” Mrs. Evans looked at Mr. Evans. They seems like a nice couple. Mr. Evans was the serious type, not a single smile. Mrs. Evans appeared intelligent and practical, and she paid attention to the social niceties, like smiling, eye contact. But that look, the very first reflexive response to what Nichols told them… Mrs. Evans was NOT pleased, and her look said ‘this is YOUR fault’ to her husband. “No, we didn’t know.” Mr. Evans replied. Wow. This was not the normal parental response. They didn’t ask ‘how do you know it was Peter? It could be anyone.’ They didn’t deny it. They didn’t accuse the administration of failing to supervise the kids, lack of control, not doing their job. Mrs. Evans gave Nichols a satisfied smile. “We allowed Peter to get a pet snake, a Burmese Python. The snake is still small, and he feeds it mice that he buys at the pet store. It’s supposed to teach him responsibility.” She turned to her husband again. “Did you know he was breeding the mice?” “How would I know that? There’s mice in the aquarium all the time. I can’t tell if there’s more mice or less mice. They all look the same.” Mr. Evans replied. “How much has he been selling them for?” He asked Principal Nichols. Nichols grimaced. “$3 each.” Mr. Evans stared off into space, lost in thought for a moment. Then he looked at Principal Nichols again. “Yes, he’s breeding them. They are $2.75 at the pet store. There’s no way he’d settle for making just a quarter from each mouse. Can we get him in here?” “Absolutely.” Principal Nichols picked up his phone and waited for his secretary to answer. “Mrs. Gatling, please have Peter Evans come to my office. Thank you.” Mr. Evans crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. “So…it’s not illegal or against the rules for Peter to sell animals. What is he in trouble for?” He said in a conversational tone. “And please understand we will take care of this…I’m just curious what school policy he’s violated.” “Well…”. Principal Nichols started. “Technically no rule has been broken by Peter, only the kids who bought the mice and kept them in their locker. But, it’s caused a problem. Lockers aren’t a secure way to keep mice, most escaped. Uh…. We have a mice infestation now. They are really difficult to get rid of. You need to keep Peter from bringing his mice to school.” Mrs. Evans chuckled and shook her head. “We’ll tell him, but he’ll probably stop on his own. We thought it would be worse.” “Mrs. Evans, it needs to stop now. Today.” Principal Nichols said. “Yes.” She nodded. “He will. I don’t think you need to worry. You see, once Peter finds out we all know about his little enterprise, it won’t be fun and exciting for him anymore. He’ll move on to something else.” “Excuse me?” Nichols said. “Peter likes his little games.” The husband said. “Not getting caught is one of the goals. I THINK another goal is to see how far he can get BEFORE he gets caught. If a game goes on too long, he will drop bread crumbs to see if you notice. He’ll leave clues, evidence…almost like he wants to get caught or he’s become bored with the game so he wants you to end it. And then, after getting caught he plays his other game, where he cries, says how sorry he is, he didn’t mean to, or tries out a new excuse to see if it’ll fly. But once he’s caught, the game is over for him. He starts on something else. For the longest time, we didn’t know how to handle him. But a counselor a couple years ago told us Peter is a master manipulator. Every single thing he does, every reaction he elicits, goes into his brain and he figures something else out about how to get people to do what he wants.” Nichols stared at the Evans’. He really didn’t know what to say. “Mr. Evans, Peter is only 12 years old. I know he’s intelligent, but that’s a lot for a 12 year old.” Mr. Evans laughed. The very first time he broke his seriousness. “12? Wow, he’s got you right where he wants you. Ah, Mr. Nichols, your life is going to be very difficult for the next year and a half, ESPECIALLY if you think of him like your average 12 year old. Yes, Peter is 12. But he’s not like any 12 year old you’ve ever met. And unfortunately, when Peter gets here to the office, he’s going to play his game with you, and you’re going to buy it. He’s really good. And we, Jessica and I, we’re going to let him do it. And we’ll play our part in his little game, because he can’t suspect we have him figured out. We are going to pretend to be terribly disappointed in him. Right now he thinks we don’t know about his games. The minute he discovers we know… he’ll change and we will spend a year or more figuring out what he’s trying to do, what his new game is with us. Here’s how it works: Peter is operating on several levels at once. First, he’s manipulating the kids. No one just buys a mouse to have a mouse. I’m pretty sure Peter made having a mouse somehow cool, or fun, or attractive. It doesn’t matter, you just need to realize Peter can talk kids into doing almost anything. So his first level is seeing how much he can get them to do, how far he can take it, how many he can get to follow him.” Then Mr. Evans leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “His second level is seeing how much he can control of the situation. When are the grownups going to find out? Will they notice on their own or will one of the kids give it away. Which kid will do it? Which adult will notice? How long will it take? If you watch him closely after he’s caught at his game, he always seems very satisfied. And beyond the required tears, begging, and promises he immediately becomes unconcerned with his punishment. You’re probably saying to yourself ‘there’s no way a 12 year old does that.’ Here’s what’s going to happen: We’re going to take his python back to the pet store, and his mice. After his initial protests, as soon as tomorrow…Peter will not shed a single tear about the snake or the mice. He won’t regret what he’s done, he won’t even miss the snake. He’ll never mention the snake again unless mentioning it is useful in some manipulative way. It won’t bother him at all, because he doesn’t really care about the snake. He cared about what the snake MEANT, he cared about how he could use it for his games.” Principal Nichols scowled. “That seems a harsh way to describe your own child.” “Is it?” Mr. Evans asked. “For years we thought of it like that. We thought there was something wrong with him. I’d offer THAT was a harsh way to think of our own child. But Peter isn’t violent, he doesn’t want to hurt people, he also doesn’t get angry. If someone tells on him or rats him out, he doesn’t blame them, doesn’t get mad, he doesn’t seek vengeance, really doesn’t care at all. He’s somewhat of a sociopath, we think. He has a basically, foundationally, good nature. His games aren’t intended to be vicious, or hurtful. In fact, I don’t think he grasps why people would be hurt by anything they willingly participated in. And even if they weren’t willing participants, they should understand it wasn’t personal. We’re still trying to figure out some way to reach him emotionally, thus the purpose of the pet snake. We figured out happy, cute animals that loved attention like dogs and cats were only annoying to him. We think they were too easy to manipulate. He had a puppy and a cat trained in less than a month. After that, it was unfair to the animal, almost cruel. Imagine a puppy commanded to sit and stay, then the person they loved the most going across the room to sit, and ignore them for over an hour. A grown dog might understand that level of patience. But for a puppy it seemed like unnecessary torture to us. Like I said, he wasn’t mean, he didn’t hit or punish or abuse the puppy or the cat. But once he figured them out, and how to make them do what he wanted, they didn’t mean anything to him. So, we thought an animal that didn’t need physical touch, or an emotional connection would be more his speed. And I don’t know how well anyone can train a snake, so it might prove to be just the kind of challenge that would keep his interest.” Principal Nichols was at a loss for words. To hear the parents tell it, Peter Evans was some sort of mastermind. Nichols found that hard to believe. Just about every parent over-estimated their child’s intelligence. “Mr. Evans, what do you do for work?” “I work for OSHA. Jessica works on the base.” The office door opened. “Peter, come in and sit down.” For most kids, getting called to the Principal’s office was a big deal. Seeing your parents there would be a bigger cause for concern. But Nichols noticed the look on Peter Evans’ face didn’t change. He simply gave his parents a glance before moving to the chair against the wall. After he sat down, he gave Nichols a bright smile. “Hi Mr. Nichols.” The 12 year old said in a bright, eager voice. The kid was charming, that was certain. His voice hadn’t deepened yet with puberty. “Hi Mom, hi Dad.” The way he was acting he didn’t seem to suspect his was in any trouble at all. Mr. Evans was looking at Nichols with eyebrows slightly raised, and a barely perceptible grin on his lips. Nichols cleared his throat. “Peter, have you been selling mice to the kids?” Peter didn’t drop his smile. “Yes, sir. They wanted to keep them as pets like I do.” It was more difficult than Nichols thought it would be to be mad at Peter for causing an infestation in his school. Peter seemed to be just an innocent kid who made a poor decision with no intention of causing trouble. That smile, the eagerness, the respect he was showing… his gut feeling was that Peter was a good kid. “Peter, you can’t do that.” Nichols said. Peter’s smile fell. “But why not? They don’t make any noise, and are real easy to take care of. They don’t have any diseases.” Nichols sighed. “Peter, your classmates are keeping them in their lockers, and they are getting out. We have mice running all over the school now.” A look of concern came over Peter’s face. “Oh. I told them they needed to keep them in a Tupperware box with holes in the lid.” Did he? Nichols thought. The locker search they’d done two days ago didn’t produce a single tupperware container, containing a mouse or otherwise. “Am I in trouble?” Peter asked, his voice weak and trembling, a worried look on his face. The very picture of a worried little boy. If Nichols believed the parents, this acting job was superb. Timing, the emotion, the body language, the facial expression, the words… Nichols sighed. If this kid was everything his father said, he was EXCEPTIONALLY good at it. And there was no way Nichols could be sure the kid had any other motive than selling pets to his classmates. As principal, his disciplinary latitude was wide. This wasn’t a court of law, a crime wasn’t necessary to trigger discipline, just some infraction. But Nichols wasn’t the type of principal that saw every child as a manufactured product produced by the factory of public education and he didn’t buy into student uniformity like so many other educators. Peter was smart, his standardized tests were all in the top percentile. He wasn’t a behavioral problem, his teachers all reported he was engaging and helpful, hard working and involved. “Not exactly, Peter. Just… well stop bringing animals to school, and stop selling them to your classmates.” Nichols replied. Peter looked down. “Okay.” “You don’t have any mice at school today, do you?” Nichols asked. “No sir.” Peter answered. “Good. I think I can leave it at that. Mr. and Mrs. Evans, I’ll leave you to have a talk with Peter. I trust you’ll handle this as you feel appropriate.” ************************* “Dad, please don’t leave me in jail.” He pleaded with his father. “Peter, I know you understand so just stop. You’re 18. You’re being held until your bond hearing. Hopefully it’ll only be a few days.” His dad said. “I can’t do anything until they set bond. This is a consequence. We’ll get a lawyer, but you aren’t a minor anymore so you’re in the adult system, which means you don’t get released to your parents. This is far more serious than the juvenile system you’re used to. Just be careful. The men you’re in jail with aren’t very forgiving. And you’re not going to get much help from the jail staff.” Peter didn’t respond right away. He knew he made a mistake trying to sell the stuff at the pawn shop. But he had no idea someone would engrave their name on lawn equipment, and pawn shops weren’t supposed to care that much about where the stuff they bought came from. The books he’d read all said pawn shops were excellent places to fence stolen goods. It was stupid of him to take advantage of the open garage door he saw, but only in hindsight. Had he thought it through he would have known he wouldn’t have any place to hold the lawnmower and weed eater until he could sell it, and he should have considered that none of the people he knew would have any use for either of those things so he wouldn’t be able to unload it that way. The pawn shop was a last resort. He was usually more clever than that but he could still turn this to his advantage. Even the learning experience had value and knowing how the adult criminal justice system worked would serve him well. His attempt to sell the cops that the pawn shop called on the story that he’d found the items on the curb on trash day and he’d fixed them up to sell didn’t convince them. Trouble was, the local cops all knew him by now so he didn’t get a break. He’d overplayed that hand, hadn’t covered all the angles and got stupid. The items were reported stolen and the owner’s name engraved on them easily revealed his lie. Well, lesson learned. This wasn’t going to be too terrible. He could take care of himself and he wasn’t intimidated by the common criminals in jail, most were just regular dumb people. Even cops were regular dumb people and that included the ones that ran the jail. It wouldn’t be difficult to get them to like him and once he did that he’d be just fine, maybe even comfortable. “Yeah, I understand Dad. But look, they don’t feed us much here and it’s not good food. I only ate a dry piece of chicken last night, and there’s no breakfast. They say we only get a sandwich for lunch. They have a commissary I can buy food at, but I need money in the jail account.” His dad sighed over the phone. “How much do you need?” “Just fifty dollars if it’s only a few days. If I’m in here longer I’ll need more.” He knew his dad could afford it and he wouldn’t say no. “Okay. I’ll get the money in your jail account. Peter, stay out of trouble in there. You stand a better chance of being released on bond if you keep your nose clean. And the disposition of your case will go better if you have good behavior.” Peter grinned, which his father couldn’t see. “I will Dad. Thanks.” “I’ll come down there with the lawyer, but it will probably be Monday.” “Okay. Bye Dad.” “Bye son, see you in a couple days.” Peter hung up the phone. “Did you get your rent?” His cell mate asked. “Yeah, Dad’s going to put the money in my account in a little while. I’ll pay you when it shows up.” Peter replied. “Good boy. If you keep doing what I tell you to do, nothing bad will happen to you in here.” Peter wasn’t stupid. He knew a con job when he saw one. Rent. Sure. But along with that came a certain amount of protection. His cell mate would make sure he got his money, which meant nothing could happen to Peter. He’d transfer $15 every day, buying a day of security at a time. His cell mate wanted a week up front, but Peter’s willingness to push the issue saying his Dad wouldn’t give him that much money at once forced his cell mate to agree to once a day. Plus, from his cell mate he’d learned how the commissary system worked, how the jail prisoner account system worked, and a glimpse into the fascinating black market economy of the jail. Everything was for sale, everything was for trade. From labor, to food, to items. He’d only been in jail less than 24 hours and he even discovered the correctional officers were part of the food chain. You could get almost anything smuggled in if you had someone on the outside willing to pay the C.O. a little money. Peter’s cell mate was a mid level fish. Peter was a small fish, and his cell mate knew right away he’d never been in jail before. Peter was only too happy to play the scared, dumb kid which meant his cell mate didn’t have to work too hard to come across as the older, knowledgeable protector. Peter had met plenty of that type in juvie, they were stupidly easy to manage and were useful. The scared dumb kid act was second nature to Peter now and it worked far better than being a tough guy which only brought out challenges and raised hackles. The tough guy type, even the fake tough guys who were all bark and no bite, loved having a scared, cooperative pawn they could take advantage of. It gave them a sense of power, of superiority, made them feel like they were somebody big. That type was easy to play. The best part of playing the act for Peter was that nothing big was expected of him. His complete lack of confidence, the weakness, his pretense that he didn’t know how to fight… all of that meant he wasn’t trusted to do anything except feed egos and suck up. In juvenile detention he’d honed his act to perfection. Bullies were perfect animals, easy to reward and easy to fool. All they really wanted was subservience. Higher brain function wasn’t a character trait they possessed. All in all, Peter could have ended up with a much worse cell mate. At least this idiot was positioned well enough that being paired with him meant an easy stretch until his hearing. Gary wasn’t completely awful, and wasn’t as stupid as most. Peter actually admired the confidence this guy possessed. He didn’t know what Gary was in for, but he knew it had to be something bigger than pawning stolen goods. He’d been here long enough to make his way up the hierarchy to be comfortable and unworried about jailhouse politics. And Peter figured he could learn something from him that would educate him about judges, lawyers and surviving. “Back to our cage. You have work to do.” Gary said, walking away. Peter shrugged, then followed. He already knew more would be expected of him than just paying Gary money. They went back in their cell, and Gary laid down on his bottom bunk. “Go sit on the toilet.” Peter did as instructed, sitting down on the metal. Only a few seconds passed before another prisoner walked in. The man was about six feet tall, tattoos covered both arms. White, a little muscular, maybe mid twenties, buzz cut brown hair, with a bored look on his face, the man said in a deep voice “He ready?” Gary responded in an equally bored voice “Yep. Get to it.” Peter was curious. Was he supposed to go with this guy somewhere? He glanced over at Gary but his eyes were closed. He didn’t look worried. “Watch your teeth.” The man said, pulling down the front of his orange jailhouse bottoms when he stood in front of Peter. Peter’s eyebrows went up. After a look at the guy’s soft dick, he looked up at his face. “You want me to suck your dick?” He asked calmly. The man blinked. “I’m not here to talk. Get on it.” Peter took a breath. Well, this would be a first. Fine. Best to get it over with. He grabbed the dick in front of him and leaned forward, opening his mouth. No teeth. He knew that already, he didn’t like it when the girls who’d blown him scraped his dick with teeth either. He could probably do a decent job of it. As he started sucking on the gradually expanding cock, he was considering how this played into his deal with Gary. Blowjob guy had to be a bigger fish than him. It wasn’t all that big of a deal. Peter was more concerned with figuring out what kind of transaction was taking place, his value within it, what exactly blowjob guy and Gary were getting out of it. This wasn’t really about a blowjob, the guy with the now hard dick probably had other ways to get a blowjob in jail. Peter wrapped his lips around his teeth as he bobbed up and down on the average sized dick like girls did. The guy had a little funk going on, the smell hitting his nose wafting up from the guy’s hairy balls. A little gross, but not intolerable. He made sure to use his tongue a little on the underside of the shaft and used his hand to stroke it while he sucked. “Yeah, that’s it, kid. Suck my big cock.” Peter almost laughed. Big cock? These tough guys were all the same. All ego. Peter knew what he had to do. First, he gagged, then pulled off and let out a gasp. “It’s too big for my mouth. I don’t think I can…” he said in a pitiful whine. That was straight from Traci Lords in Educating Mandy, a porn video he stole from his boss’ house when he worked at Orange Julius in the mall at 16. “I’ve never done this before…” he said, forcing a tear from the corner of his eye. That wasn’t too difficult, the gagging on the dick helped the tears come. Tough guy grabbed his head and pulled him back down. “Yeah, I know, you’re gonna suck it anyway, bitch.” Ah, part of this was about this guy feeling like a boss, Peter thought, getting back to work. He couldn’t be too good then. The guy wanted to exert dominance, establish his power. Fair enough. Peter resisted a little, using a little push of his other hand to try to push the guy away. Not too hard, just enough to send the signal he didn’t want to do it. The guy increased the pressure on the back of Peter’s head, forcing him further down on his dick. Peter grunted a protest, making sure to let the guy bury his dick to his funky pubes and he forced a choke even though the dick wasn’t near big enough to get him to do it naturally. That was somewhat of a shock to him. Having never sucked an actual dick, Peter hadn’t given it a lot of thought but he’d seen enough porn to know taking a dick all the way down wasn’t easy. Or maybe the chicks were just really good actresses. A lot of the blowjob portion of porn was focused on the guys trying to get the chicks to take more while the chicks seemed to have a certain amount of difficulty. Peter wasn’t finding it difficult at all. Like most everything he encountered this wasn’t difficult and he didn’t feel excited about it or disgusted. “Hurry it up, Levitt.” Gary said from his bunk. Levitt grunted in acknowledgment and grabbed Peter’s head with both hands and started thrusting with his hips. Peter dutifully let Levitt guide his head while his cock thrust in and out of his mouth, and less than a minute later Levitt buried his dick and held Peter’s head down as he grunted in orgasm. This time, Peter did choke for real as Levitt’s cum shot into the back of his throat and filled his mouth, but Levitt wasn’t letting up. “Swallow it bitch. Swallow all of it.” He gasped as his hips spasmed. Peter did what he could, but swallowing wasn’t easy with a dick in your mouth. Suddenly Levitt pushed his head back and pulled away, yanking up his pants. “You’re good for the week, Parker.” Levitt said as he walked out of the cell. Peter looked over at Gary who’d gone back to closing his eyes. “Get out, kid. Come get me when you get the money in your account.” Peter wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and walked out of the cell. He walked down the stairs to go sit against the wall in the pit. So, Gary owed Levitt something. Rent, dues, protection money, something. Gary paid with Peter’s sexual services. But Gary got a pretty good deal, a whole week? Hmmmm. Levitt was the one who wanted to get at Peter, it was the only way the deal would be so favorable for Gary. Smaller fish didn’t get good deals from bigger fish unless they had something the big fish wanted. Looking around, Peter could see he was getting a few looks. So Levitt was a bigger fish. Bigger fish were more useful than medium fish like Gary. If Peter was in here longer, Levitt would be a better connection. In the meantime, Peter was figuring out a way to make this work to his advantage. His hearing had been postponed, so he had to get his Dad to put more money in his account on Monday. He and the lawyer asked Peter how he was doing and Peter didn’t think playing the poor terrified kid in jail would get him anywhere so he said he was fine. There wasn’t anything either of them could do to make the process go faster anyway. Besides, things were going well and he’d taken advantage of supply and demand. Of course, he was giving Gary a cut. He needed Gary for enforcement and collection because Peter had no power. They’d done well, although Peter was getting a little bored with sucking jailhouse dick, and his fresh meat status was now worn out not to mention most of the guys weren’t looking to get blown every day. His new hearing date was set for Friday. Currently he was considering what he could sell his ass for. He’d been holding back on that figuring he would be out on bond today. There was still a certain amount of interest just because he was 18 so he felt like that might carry him through Friday. He’d found his niche inside, he had something to offer, there were enough guys who were interested, Gary kept it all above board, so he probably wouldn’t have to resort to getting fucked. Gary agreed and said once you go bitch it would be difficult to get anywhere higher in the crew. Gary told him a lot about how it all worked once Peter approached him with his plan for Gary to punk him out for blowjobs. Peter earned a lot of respect from Gary when he cut Gary in instead of going off on his own behind Gary’s back. “You did the right thing, kid. You’d get chewed up on your own.” He said. Peter gave him a blowjob for setting it up. Peter couldn’t figure out why chicks played so hard to get. Giving blowjobs was easy, and it was just dick. It wasn’t a big deal, just a transaction. This morning, before he found out about his postponement, Gary had asked him “I don’t get it, kid. Do you like sucking dick?” “It’s not bad.” Peter answered. “It’s not that hard to do, the guys cum pretty fast. I make some easy cheddar, they stay off my back and don’t give me a hard time. It’s a good system.” “But do you like it?” Gary pressed. “I don’t like it. I don’t NOT like it. It’s … like writing a letter or eating food. Just something to do.” Peter explained in a rare moment of personal revelation. “You’re the weirdest guy I’ve ever met, Kid. You don’t get worked up about anything. Even sucking off Levitt that first time you just did it, you didn’t argue or put up a fight, you weren’t angry or cry after. You also don’t laugh about anything, and don’t think I haven’t noticed how when you smile it drops just as soon as whoever you’re smiling for looks away. I’ll be honest, sometimes it creeps me out.” Peter shrugged. “Not much to laugh about in here, and I don’t feel like smiling most of the time. I do it when I have to.” Gary tilted his head and gave him a look. “Like sucking dick.” Peter nodded. “Yeah. Like that.” Gary crossed his arms. “Well, good luck at your hearing, but I think you’ll be fine. You do a good job with your innocent, harmless act. Judges, prosecutors and lawyers love seeing that. They don’t always believe it, but you really have a talent at it. But you don’t fool me. You don’t feel anything do you?” That’s interesting, Peter thought. He took a moment to think. Did he actually feel nothing? No, he did. He was curious. Figuring people out thrilled him, working out a scheme challenged him. But Gary was sort of right. Things like happy, sad, love, hate, anger… those weren’t real for him. They were important and real for other people, which was fine. Those were useful emotions he could take advantage of, he even knew how to fake them even if he didn’t feel them like other people did. In fact, people responded to those emotions in a boring predictable way. How should he react to Gary’s question? It wasn’t really worth examining the truth of it, only the effect of the knowledge of the truth on Gary. Would it gain him anything? Part of the truth then. “I’m not sure. I feel some things. Boredom. Maybe pity sometimes. I feel loyalty, like with you.” Gary laughed. “You sure about that? I get the feeling if you had a better option you wouldn’t look back. But you’re stuck with me.” Peter smirked. “Isn’t that what loyalty is? A partnership of convenience? No one’s loyal to someone who does nothing for them, right?” “Fuck, how do you talk like you’re some college kid? Loyalty is devotion even when shit gets tough. Loyalty is… fuck. I can’t explain it. Is there anyone you’d take a bullet for just to save them from dying, not for anything else?” Peter thought. Would he take a bullet for his parents? No, probably not. “I don’t think so. But I’d make sure the shooter didn’t survive if I could. They took something from me.” Gary looked at him in disbelief. “It’s like you ALMOST feel the right things, but not in the right way, and not for the reasons other people feel them.” This was the most self examination Peter had ever done. He already knew he didn’t feel the things other people felt, but he always thought he COULD, if the right situation came about. He just hadn’t found the right situation. He wasn’t even disappointed or in despair about it, that’s just the way they felt, and the way he felt. Why was it important anyway? So he asked. “Why does that matter?” That made Gary think. After a few seconds, he replied. “It doesn’t, I guess. I mean, I don’t feel crazy like my ex was, but it doesn’t mean I don’t understand she’s crazy or how to deal with her. Fucking crazy bitch. So I guess it doesn’t make a difference if you feel what other people do. Just… well, you probably already know you can’t let people know that. Like I said, it’s creepy.” The week went by quick and he didn’t have any problems inside. It was mostly boring and the worst part was none of what he gained inside would walk out the door with him, so he just gave it all to Gary. Cigarettes, snacks, magazines, all of the non-cash currency he’d earned. His bond was set at $10,000, so his Dad only had to put up $1000. After they released him from holding, his Dad and lawyer took him to the District Attorney’s office. The prosecutor managed to get them in front of a judge on Wednesday the following week after his lawyer and his Dad convinced Peter to accept a plea deal. He really didn’t care either way, honestly. For what he stole he’d only spend 30 days if he got sentenced to jail which didn’t worry him. But it was more likely he’d get probation because it was his first adult offense and it was non-violent. A trial would be a waste of time and money, plus he had to move on and this was hanging over his head. The lawyer got the prosecutor to drop the burglary charge, the breaking and entering charge, the conversion charge and he pled to theft in return for a year of probation. Getting a judge to sign off was the last step. Peter felt good about what he’d learned from the experience. He thought stealing the lawnmower and weed eater was one crime. But the act of entering someone else’s habitation was a crime, when you did it to steal property it was a second crime, when you actually removed property it was a third crime, and when you tried to sell it you committed a fourth crime. Each crime carried a possible sentence and fine, but he learned cops and prosecutors mostly used the charges to put pressure on you to accept a plea or to confess. He’d also learned how to survive in jail. Although he wasn’t technically afraid of going to jail, it was an unknown. Now he realized it was no big deal and easy to survive. But jail was boring and your possibilities and opportunities were severely limited. That did not appeal to him. So he pled out and the prosecutor would recommend a year probation. Apparently he was just one of many defendants going through the process today. The courtroom was pretty full and they sat in the gallery on the fourth bench back. “When it’s our turn the clerk will call out your name.” His lawyer explained. “I’ll answer and we have to go up to the Defendant’s table. The judge will ask some questions, some for me, and some for you. Be respectful. Address him as ‘your honor’ and not ‘sir’ although he’ll be fine either way. Calling him ‘your honor’ tells him you know how to follow the rules, and you’re smart enough to be appropriate.” Peter watched as different cases were called, and different defendants were handled. All of them were getting deals in exchange for pleas. Some defendants were sullen and ignorant. The judge usually toughened their recommended sentences. Then there were the quiet, contrite ones, they got what the prosecutor recommended. There were a few who had slick lawyers who managed to get a lighter sentence or probation, and one even got deferred judgement, which Peter discovered meant if they kept their nose clean for a certain period of time they wouldn’t have a record at all. He just wanted this over with so he could get back to his life. The last five days his dad and mom hadn’t let him out of their sight. Of course he’d gotten fired from his job once they found out he’d been arrested. He wasn’t upset about it, it just limited his access to certain things. So when the clerk called his name, he stood immediately as his lawyer called ‘Here’ and led them around the barrier to the table. “Mr. Reed, you’ve explained everything to your client?” The judge asked, a shockingly young man with no gray in his short hair. “Yes, your honor. He’s ready to plead guilty in exchange for one year probation.” Peter’s lawyer responded. “Son… Peter Evans… do you understand what you’re agreeing to?” The judge asked. Peter nodded, clasping his hands in front of him. “I do, your honor.” The judge leaned back and put his hands behind his head. “Why don’t you explain it to me.” Peter looked at his lawyer, who nodded. “Okay, your honor. Uh, I stole some things and I admit that. It was wrong. So instead of going through a trial, which I figure would be a waste of time, and a whole lot of work for everyone, and a lot of money for my dad and mom, I’m just admitting it. And I guess how it works is if I do that, I get to stay out of jail.” “Nicely put, Peter. So tell me something. Why’d you do it?” The judge continued. Peter looked at his lawyer. This wasn’t what happened with the other defendants. The judge hardly talked to them. What was he supposed to say? His lawyer hadn’t gone over this with him. Just as he opened his mouth, his lawyer leaned over and whispered “tell the truth. Everyone in this room has heard every lie a thousand times. Just the truth.” Well that would be a lot easier. “I get bored, your honor.” “Yes, I got that distinct impression after reading your file, Peter.” The judge said. “Judge Baker, this is Peter’s first offense.” His lawyer interjected. Judge Baker smiled. “His first ADULT offense, Mr. Reed. Young Mr. Evans has had quite the adventures of misspent youth. Isn’t that right, Peter?” “Yes. I’ve done a lot.” Peter answered. The judge chuckled. “Have you learned anything?” “Quite a bit, your honor. Most of it they don’t teach in books.” Peter said honestly. That brought a laugh to the judge’s throat. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. See Peter, I was curious when I saw your offense, and your age, and your lack of record, so I decided to look a little deeper. The justice system doesn’t get many opportunities to reach young offenders before they get chewed up and spit out. You’re highly intelligent, and to hear your teachers tell it you are some kind of golden child. Even law enforcement that you’ve interacted with before say you weren’t any trouble, you just either cause it or seem to be in the middle of it. A few stints in the juvenile system, all petty stuff, but even the counselors there say you aren’t like the other troublemakers. So I believe you when you say you get bored.” Judge Baker smiled at the prosecutor, Mr. Reed, and his dad. Then he changed his smile to a grin and looked at Peter. “You need direction. I don’t think you’re getting into trouble because you like being a criminal, Peter. I was a lot like you. Well you’re 18 and you can’t keep doing the same thing you’ve been doing. When I was 18 I joined the Army and I found direction. I think you will too. You most certainly won’t be bored. I’m amending the plea agreement. Defendant will enlist in the U.S. Armed Forces with the U.S. Army for a single enlistment. Peter, I want you to understand, it’s this or jail. If you don’t sign the enlistment papers, you go to jail. If you sign and don’t show up, you go to jail. If you go into the Army and then leave before your 4 years is up, not only will WE throw you in jail, but the Army will also throw you in jail, for much longer. Peter’s dad was whispering hurriedly with the lawyer, who was trying to calm him down. “Do you understand, Peter?” The judge asked. Peter nodded. “Yes, your honor. I’m to join the Army, and if I do that, I won’t go to jail.” “Excellent. Bailiff, will you escort the defendant and his team to the jury room? Peter, my good friend Sergeant Compton will get you all signed up. What’s the next case?” Bootlicker had to admit the judge had been right. He certainly wasn’t bored, and he did have a direction. It had been two years and he already knew he still had so much more to learn, skills, intelligence, military secrets. And Assmunch was going to absolutely love what he’d gotten ahold of from Col. Ulrich’s office. But he didn’t want to distract the Bravos from completing their jumps, so he’d sit on it until Friday night. Bootlicker remembered his talk with Gary about loyalty. Yeah, for the Bravos, he might actually take a bullet. Definitely for Assmunch, but probably for the other brothers too.

My hot young boyfriend moved in with me two weeks ago. He has been fucking me everyday - sometimes 2 or 3 times a day. He usually blows two loads in me each time we fuck. I am a very happy camper. Friday night we had gotten a little high and retired to the bedroom. He had me on my back and was throwing one of the best fucks I have ever had into me. I was watching his face as he started reaching the point of no return when he suddenly made a horrified and disgusted face and cried out. "Shadow (our dog) just licked my butthole." We both collapsed into laughter. A few minutes later with the dogs out of the bedroom, we got back to business, and he blew a huge load in me. 😉

This happened last year, I was 21, but was the one time I realized how much of a cumdump I am. I was invited to my first orgy and decided to wear a jockstrap. I got there, there were around 11 people chatting and drinking and I meet everyone. I start talking to a guy, we kiss and I started undressing. It was the starting point. Everyone started kissing and undressing. Another guy joined us and soon I was on my knees sucking their cocks. As soon as I take my shorts off, I just see everyone turns their heads to take a look at my ass. First guy started fucking me (with a condom), then passed me to another guy (around 40 years old). He put it in me bare and started pouding me. Then he moved, got in front of me and I started sucking his cock while another guy started to fuck me. I took turns sucking other guy’s cock while getting fucked. Shortly after I took a little break. It was short. While I was coming back from the kitchen to get some water, two guys (one around 22, the other around 28) stopped me. The older one hold me while the younger penetrated me. He had a perfect cock (no condom). It was one of the best fuck sessions ever. Everyone wanted to fuck me, a good part of them bred my hole. I got around 5 loads. They were anonymous to me as I had no idea who would. I got some of their numbers and still have contact and fuck sessions with some of them. It was that night I realized I would never have a condom in my ass again.

To answer your question more fully: This site as a whole, and this forum (Bug Chasers and Poz Friendly Neg Guys) in particular, are a mix of truth and fiction, with much of that fiction parading as "truth". I'd wager that a substantial majority of those "gift giving tops" who post in that folder are fake - either not poz, or undetectable, or not actually willing to have sex with anyone (or some combination of the three). By contrast, I suspect quite a few of the "bug chasing bottoms" who post are serious - or think they're serious - but most will never be called on to decide whether to go through with it or not because there are so few tops out there deliberately gifting.

sightly gaped and cumsloppy (preferably mine)

Hey I have seen very surprisingly little scat content anywhere on this site. I know this is the extreme fetish section, but is there some hidden rule against it? Whether or not this is the site or the forum for these nasty desires, I would very much love to continue a discussion on becoming more and more of a shit pig. Any other sites or forums that might help me out? Anyone with similar desires / interests should post here too!

Strictly speaking, this is not true either today or historically. Most do, yes. But Jehovah's Witnesses, for instance, do not believe in an afterlife (they believe when you're dead, you're dead, until the resurrection). A few millennia ago, there was a branch of Judaism (the Sadducees) that likewise did not believe in an afterlife. And those are just among the Judeo-Christian lines. As I noted, most religions (past and present) do have a belief in an afterlife. But "all" is a bit strong of a word to use in that context.

I just had a fuck buddy invite me to travel cross country for over a month. He is in sales and is finally back to in person meetings. We drove i10 from Az to Fl and drove i40 back. The goal was to see how much cock I could get aside from his. I used every app out there. For quick quick hookups the apps are by far the best. For the cities we were staying in I would post ads on sites the day before. Silverdaddies was good and so was fetlife. I figured out how to cater my ad to where we were. Its amazing how many guys traveling for work would come by the room and fuck me. I would claim to be discreet on those profiles but on the kink sites I would be more open. There are tons of fakes but if you have hours to weed through them its worth it.

IMO, the staff tries to accommodate and gives ample leeway. Case in point; I was using a staircase walking down from the 11th floor and came across a hot leather top fucking some guy right in the stairwell. I was watching appreciatively when a security guard came up from the flight below. I thought to myself, ‘oh shit, this is over.’ The guard said, “guys, just be gone when I return in 15 (minutes),” and continued ascending the stairs. I thought, ‘man, what a cool move !’ Yes, you can leave your door open and guys will shop. Some guys advertise on BBRT etcetera. I’ve even seen calling cards with the room # printed and their description and what they’re looking for on them. Cynically I’ll add that if you are good looking, hot, hung i.e., in demand you won’t need any of that shit. Some guys leave their doors open for more guys to join in on group action, others because they’re just that desperate and hoping for someone to come in and give their hole attention. From what I’ve noticed most of the guys who do the calling cards or spend hours blindfolded on all fours in their rooms tend to be the overweight unattractive guys who are unlikely to hook up elsewhere but hey, there’s someone for everyone out there. If you haven’t stayed at the host hotel before and want attention, get an odd numbered room between floors 4 through 11 with room numbers that end in 47 to 65, like 847 to 865. I’ll tell you why: the hotel is centered around the lobby which has a glass ceiling at level 2 or 3. The 10th and 11th floors have 2 areas referred to as the catwalks which look out onto levels 4 to 11 and the rooms ending in 47 to 65. Many guys leave their curtains open for voyeurs and to advertise. Some use colored bulbs, red for FF, blue for fucking etc. It’s not unusual to see a hundred guys on the catwalks checking out what’s going on (on) the other side of the hotel in the rooms (that are) numbered as mentioned. Sometimes you can watch some really hot fucking scenes. Fort Troff rents out slings and you will some set up in the guest rooms etc….It’s 3 nights of fun. Surprisingly I’ve had some of the best fun on those last nights, Sundays.

I call it MANSTINK....strong and ripe...same for cockcheese....I use to have a dear fwb, may he rest in peace...he's ripen 2 weeks for me!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kgexIpwr7CKx Cowboy studs force fuck fellow rancher....I've always fantasized about a force fuck like this!

Woke up to a message on grindr asking if I wanted to play tonight, of course I said yes and asked where he was as I don't host. Before he told me he opened up and said he was living under the train tracks 20min away and if I still was interested in sucking his cock! Not only did i say yes i told him I'd be there ASAP!!! When I eventually got there late in the night you could tell he has been living there for a long time and smelled of stagnant piss near by which only made me more horny. I told him to wake up and feed me his cock, he asked if I wanted him to wipe down with a wet rag and i declined and took his exposed cock in my mouth before I could get all the words out lol. He explained that he has not had sex in years and had not blew a load in months so that his load may be thick which was ok by me all he wanted was a blow job so I spit his cock out and without asking I bent over and leaned on the supporting beam and told him to fuck me. The homeless guy wasted no time as I was lubing up my hole I told him to lube up and boom he had his cock deep in my dirty man cunt. He was slowly fucking me for a long time after 30 min or so he said he was going to cum and that he was going to cum on my back and I told him to cum deep in my ass which he did. He stayed in me until he went limp. When he said he was going to piss i told him I'd take his piss too so he put me on my knees and pissed down my throat. By the time he was done he got hard again so I began to suck him and he fucked me again. He didn't last long second go around but he fucked me good. We are going to meet up tomorrow and he's going to bring a guy from a nearby homeless camp that he has played with so they could tag team me. This has been my first homeless cock and certainly will not be my last!

You and I are cut from the same cloth, my friend. This is exactly where I feel post-COVID as well. I just don't get anything out of anon play anymore.

I think so. Guy's who are cocky or have a certain swagger usually are swinging a big one or least that's what I've found. I've got a couple buds who are TOTALLY like that, don't brag about having a big cock, but they're cocky, outspoken, confident, and all swinging massive cocks. Guys who are the most forward when I'm at the gym, a park, or the trails, typically is swinging a big one.

Not so. At least as a Floridian you can go swim in the surf and hope the sharks get you before the Monkeypox does. As a Kentuckian, I can’t even do that.

As someone who found out I was HIV positive a day or 2 after finding out I had stage 4 cancer I couldn't agree with this more. I did not want either, and both are more than potentially life threatening. I have never had any desire to gift/infect anyone and won't even participate in indulging that fantasy. I'm now almost 4 years cancer free and over 4 years HIV undetectable.

Yes. If you don’t respond to his next text three seconds sooner than the laws of physics actually allow, you’re automatically an asshole who’s fucking rude and blowing him off.

Not at all. I've encountered these guys before as well. If said guy is a top, then it's difficult for me...I don't like to go through all the preparation for bottoming unless I know I'm getting fucked in advance (or if I'm heading to the cruise spots).

i am well on my way to that stage of ruin and I love feeling my hole lose an hanging open. I am used to the point now that my asshole is a gash rather than a little round hole at rest and it has started to prolapse from all the constant use from fists and bigger than human toys. When I am at a sex resort I get so used I have to sleep on a towel from all the cum and lube leaking out of my sloppy hole while i sleep. Only to wake up, stumble out of my room and into a sling for more use to start my day of sexual pleasure. My goals are two hands to the mid forearm (can go to wrist now), and one arm to the shoulder (can get almost to the elbow on smaller guys), and foot long prolapse (only falls out a couple inches now). I love seeing guys gathered around watching me like a some sexual version of a circus side show freak, getting themselves off watching me take size and use most guys can't begin to.

When I got home, she was there, curled up in a ball, with her panty-covered crotch prominently displayed to be seen just as I entered our bedroom. I leaned forward and knelt on the bed. She warmly cooed and pulled her legs tighter up to her chest. The shift in position was enough to press her panties right against her puffy pussy lips. As I took in the sight and the scent, I noticed moisture oozing through the gusset. Wetness was oozing out of her pussy and pressing into the cloth. I pulled the fabric away a bit and saw her pussy, red and inflamed, clearly freshly fucked. I spread her thighs further apart to see the opening of her sex. Peeking out, just barely, was the open end of a condom. The rest was inserted completely inside her. She seemed tightly clenched down on it. I gently shifted the waistband down a bit, and she scooted as if to help me get them off her. She was still ‘asleep,’ but was clearly enjoying this. She had arranged me to see this upon coming home. I gently touched the part of the rubber I could see. I grasped it and tugged a bit. This condom was deeply imbedded inside her. I tugged harder and she moaned. I put my face up to her crotch and inhaled. She smelled like sex. I closed my teeth onto the edge of the condom and pulled backwards. She relaxed her pussy a bit and it slowly pulled forwards. I kept oozing out of her as she drooled fluid. Finally, I had it all the way out and held it up to the light. It was a big size and there had to be a tablespoon of fresh warm cum inside the tip. At that moment she turned her head towards me. She touched her mound and whimpered. She spoke first. ‘Do you like your surprise?’ I nodded in reply. She smiled at me and spread her thighs apart, showing me her freshly fucked pussy. It was red, angry looking. I saw her sticky lips part and reveal a dark hole where her last fuck had recently pulled out, leaving only his fertile seed and a thin layer of latex inside her. She rolled over onto her knees and shook her beautifully firm ass at me. Her pussy peeked at me as her cheeks jiggled. I laid the condom down across her lower back, careful to put the open end at the top. I lined my bare cock up to her cunt and teased her fleshy lips. She pushed back and swallowed my cock. I let her saw herself back and forth on my dick. I felt the mixture of her wetness and my precum sloshing inside her. It looked so hot seeing her fuck herself on my cock. I noticed that the empty rubber inches away from her clit was longer than my cock. Whoever had fucked her was hung. As she rocked herself on my cock, the rubber started to slip towards the spot where my cock entered her. The tip of the reservoir touched my cock. I paused and told her the rubber was at her pussy. She groaned and whispered, ‘fuck it back into me.’ I did as asked and pushed the cum-filled condom into her opening. Up until now, she’d been fucking herself on my dick. Now it was my turn. I eased my hips forward until I was balls deep. This dragged the condom nearly all the way inside her. Now the open end was lined up with the base of my cock. The open condom was arranged just as it had been when I’d found it. As I pounded her, her tightness forced her lower’s fresh load further up inside her. His warm cum oozed out of the open condom and onto my shaft. ‘Babe,’ I asked. ‘If I keep going, I’ll be putting his cum inside you. Is it a safe time or should I stop?’ She froze on my dick, holding perfectly still as a glob of creamy white jizz poured onto my cock. ‘What do you want, babe?’ She nodded her head, facing into the mussed pillows. ‘Put his cum in me.’ Stroked her lower back as I pulled out. The condom was nearly empty, and my cock was covered in seed. I put the condom right above her ass crack, with the open end dangerously close to her heaving cunt. I stroked my cock, covering my head and shaft in her lover’s seed. I aimed my cock at her pussy. She backed up just as I thrust forward, forcing someone else’s cum into her. We wildly fucked each other, on a high knowing what we were doing was so nasty, so wrong. I railed her cunt, picking up speed as I approached orgasm. She could tell. ‘Where do you want me to cum, babe?’ She clenched down, bringing me even closer to the brink. I continued, trying to make sure she got whatever she wanted. ‘If I keep going, you’ll be filled with two loads. If I pull out, it’ll just be his inside you.’ She shook her head. She breathlessly moaned, ‘I want you to cum… I want you to cum… on my ass!’ I pulled out and shot my seed all over her butt. She shook with a deep orgasm. Her pussy winked open and closed at me as a torrent of her lover’s cum poured out of her. She moaned a deep ‘thank you,’ and fell back asleep.

Part 8: Will gets a tattoo Dominic and I spent hours at his apartment watching porn. While I thought I had seen everything, it turned out that there was so much more to gay sex than I had ever known. We watched the video of me fucking Doctor Wade a few times, each time resulting in Dominic and I fucking our brains out. Though I bottomed most of the time, Dominic did take me back to his room where he laid down on his bed and lifted his legs, revealing his hairy hole. “Are you sure?” I asked. “I want to feel you unload in me,” he said. “From Doctor Wade’s comment, it sounds like you’re a real shooter.” We took a few hits of the poppers, Dominic giving me some lube he had stashed in his fridge. “It’s more poz cum,” he said. “Are you always collecting cum?” I asked. “Can’t let a good thing go to waste,” he told me. “There’s a group of guys I fuck with every once in a while who spend a whole night jerking off into a bowl. We split it up into bottles and take it home.” “And you have to be poz to go?” “That’s the requirement,” he said. “That, and you have to have a big dick.” “The next time you go,” I said, “can I come with you?” He smiled. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to come but you.” I lubed up and shoved my dick into his hole, watching as his eyes widened and his smile grew. “Fuck, is that what I feel like?” “That, plus two inches,” I said. I started pumping. I watched as Dominic fisted his dick, rubbing his thumb over his head, beads of precum oozing out. He collected the precum on his finger and held it out to me. I wrapped my lips around his fingers, tasting him. I had never tasted anything as good as him. “You’re a fucking natural,” Dominic said. “God, you dick feels amazing. I don’t think I even need to jerk off. I’ll come all on my own.” My pace quickened, shorter thrusts, rubbing his prostate in quick bursts. His body started shaking. “Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he said, his hand reaching out and grabbing my arms. “Oh, fuck me. Oh, God. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” Ropes of cum shot out of his dick, hanging in the air before splattering down on his chest. I lost count of how many times he shot, but by the end, there was a pool of cum in his chest hair, leaking down his treasure trail, and collecting in his navel. The sight alone was enough to make me shoot. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” I moaned, my body shaking as the orgasm took hold of me. It felt even better than with Doctor Wade. “Are you still cumming?” Dominic asked, watching as my face continued to contort. “Fuck, Son. You are impressive.” “I learn from the best,” I said, catching my breath. “Shit.” “What?” “I need to piss.” “Go ahead.” I started to slip out of his hole when Dominic grabbed my arms, his legs moving down to my waste, pulling me back inside him. “What are you doing?” “I said, go ahead,” he repeated. “What, inside you?” He nodded. “I don’t… I don’t know if I can.” “You haven’t tried,” he said. “Go on. Fill me up.” With my dick still in his hole, I concentrated as hard as I could until I felt a stream of piss shoot out into his guts. “Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, his hands leaving my arms and resting on his stomach. He massaged the cum around, mixing with his hair. “I can feel it. It’s so warm.” I kept pissing until I had to strain to get anything else out. Carefully, I pulled out my dick, a tiny spurt of piss shooting back and running down my leg. Dominic sat up, his asshole clenched shut. His hands remained on his stomach. “Feels good,” he said. “I didn’t know you liked piss,” I told him. “Piss, yes. Shit, no. Even I have my limits. How about you?” “Not sure,” I told him. “I watched some videos while you were gone. It seemed kind of hot.” “Let’s see what you think, then. Come on.” He maneuvered off the bed, his hole still clutched tight to keep my piss inside. I followed him to the bathroom where he pulled back the shower curtain and motioned me inside. “Lay down,” he told me. I did as he said. “I’m going to push your piss out of my ass and back onto you. Got it?” I nodded. Dominic turned around and pulled his cheeks apart, his hole staring me straight down. After a moment, a stream of piss shot out of his hole, hitting my chest. It was warm, dribbling through my chest hair and down toward the drain. As the piss kept coming, I found myself leaning forward until it was only an inch from my chin. Before I knew it, my mouth was open and my piss was shooting out of Dominic’s ass and into my mouth. “Fuck,” Dominic said, looking back and watching as my mouth filled with piss. The taste was strong, but it found it didn’t repulse me as much as I thought it would. Once it became too much to hold, I let the piss fall out of my mouth and over my body. At this point, Dominic had emptied his ass, my cum dribbling out at the end. “How was that?” “Hot,” I told him. “Warm, I mean.” “And hot,” he added. “Did you like it?” “I kinda did,” I told him. I ran my hand over my chest, feeling the warm liquid over my skin. There was something intoxicating about doing something dirty, something I knew I would have recoiled at a few weeks before. “Now it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pointing his dick at my face. “I want you to take it in your mouth, and this time, try swallowing some.” “Is that safe?” “Perfectly,” he said. “It’s a good way to fill your stomach. Are you ready?” I nodded. A golden stream of piss shot out of his dick, splashing on my chin before entering my mouth. It was warm and the taste was even stronger than my own. Once I knew it was about to overflow, I swallowed. The taste was even more prevalent as it went down my throat. It wasn’t a flavor I liked, but knowing that it was coming from Dominic made the whole experience worth it. I continued to drink down his piss, swallowing four times before he was empty. “That’s a good pig,” he said, shaking his dick and splashing me with drops. He reached out and took my hand, pulling me up. He stepped inside the shower and held me close, his mouth meeting mine. We kissed for what felt like forever. We took a shower, Dominic sticking his dick in me and pumping out a load so that we were both even. As we went to bed, he asked me a question. “Did you give any more thought to getting a tattoo?” “I did,” I told him. “I want to do it.” “Really?” “Yeah,” I said. “I want something that marks me as poz. I know I can’t let everyone know, but having something on me that shows who I am, what is in me, feels right. That way, when I’m not here with you, I can look at it and know that you’re still a part of me.” Dominic smiled and pulled me close, kissing me. “How about tomorrow? You come with me to work and we’ll do it then. I’ve got something I need to do tomorrow too. We’ll do it together.” “Absolutely,” I said. I’d never set foot in a tattoo parlor before, now, here I was, walking into the tattoo parlor owned by the man who pozzed me, ready to get a biohazard symbol on my body. Dominic took me back to a private room so no one would see us. He wanted this experience to be private, intimate. That was fine by me as I was starting to feel nervous. I watched as Dominic started to prepare the tattoo gun, my interest peeked as he went about his usual business. “Pretty cool, right,” he said. “A lot cooler than you watching me do my job,” I said. “I like watching you,” he told me. “It’s hot seeing you stand in front of everyone, commanding respect.” I never thought of my job as being hot. Knowing I had this secret while everyone around me saw Pastor Ryder instead was hot. Just thinking about I started to get a boner. Seeing Dominic handle the tools of his trade made my boner even more pronounced. It didn’t go unnoticed. “Looks like someone’s excited,” he said. “Now, where did you want the tattoo?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “You’re the expert.” “How visible do you want it?” he asked. “On your arm, anyone can see it. On your bicep, only a few people can see it. On your chest, you can only see it when your shirtless, obviously. Mine, you can only see if my shirt and pants are off. On your ass, you can only see it if your naked or wearing a jock. We could always tattoo it on your dick.” “No,” I told him. “Not on my dick.” “So, where?” “Well,” I said. “I want it somewhere I can see it.” “So, not on your back.” “I don’t want it on my arm. I wear short sleeves at church.” “Not that anyone there would know what it means.” “They can Google.” “How about where mine is?” “Too close to my dick,” I told him. “How about on my chest?” “People will see it when your shirtless.” “Not many people see me shirtless.” “How about at the gym?” “I like showering at home.” “You’re missing some good fucks at the gym,” Dominic said. “Guys in the know like to see the symbol.” “I want it on my chest, right over my heart. That way I can see it. That way, when you fuck me, you can see it too.” “Sounds good,” he said. “You’ll need to shave your chest.” “All of it?” “Just where the tattoo will go. I’ve got some razors in that drawer along with shaving cream. Go into the bathroom and come back when you’re done.” I went to the bathroom and started shaving. I’d never shaved my chest before. Once hair started growing while I was in high school, I felt like a real man. I knew it would grow back, but I hated shaving it off. The tattoo would be seen underneath in the end. As I shaved, I felt my heart pounding beneath. Was I really going through with this? Too late to think about going too far, I realized, knowing poz cum was currently brewing in my balls. This was a minor step toward identifying as a poz man. I returned to Dominic, finding him in the process of tattooing himself. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Adding my fiftieth line,” he said, showing me his arm. Where there had been only four tally marks, there were now five, ten sets complete. “This one’s for you.” Looking at all the lines, I thought of all the men he had fucked, all the men he had converted. Was I just another one, marked on his arm and soon forgotten? What happened to all those men? Doctor Wade I had met, but what about the other forty-eight? “I know what you’re thinking,” he said. “I’m not thinking anything,” I told him. “You’re worried that you’ll become just another mark. You’re worried that I go through men like they’re nothing to me. That isn’t true. Yes, some of them were just quick fucks. Others wanted to be poz. I don’t connect to people as well as you might think. With you, with you it’s different. The sex is hotter, sure, but you’re a good man. I want to be around you. I want you always close to me. If it was possible for you to be the one to poz me, I’d do it. I’d want a part of you in me forever. Do you understand?” I nodded. I climbed into the chair and sat back, watching as Dominic readied the tattoo gun. He placed the stencil on my chest and transferred the ink. I looked down at the symbol, watching it as it pulsed above the beating of my heart. I wanted this. I didn’t turn away the entire time. I watched as the ink was injected beneath the skin. I felt calm feeling Dominic’s hand on my chest. After a few hours, he was finished. I left the chair and looked in the mirror, seeing myself, but different. Now, a black biohazard symbol adorned my chest. In the center were the initials D.M. “So that you’ll never forget the man who claimed you first,” Dominic said. “How could I forget?” I asked. “You’ll need to take care of the tattoo. You’ll moisturize the spot, keeping it clean. Don’t worry. The hair will grow back.” His smile widened. “Fuck, you’re hot.” His hands ran down my body, reaching my pants. He unbuckled them and slipped them off, moving me back to the chair. I pulled off my boxers, watching as he pulled down his pants, his dick flopping out. “Ready to continue earning that mark?” “Yes, Sir.” I spread my legs, opening my hole. “We’ve got no poppers,” Dominic said. “You’ll feel all of this.” He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his dick. He spit again and rubbed it on my hole. “Looks like your hole is already getting bigger. Clearly, we’ve been fucking a lot.” “Not possible,” I said. “Let’s test that theory,” he said, shoving his dick in my ass. It still hurt, but the pain turned to pleasure immediately. His thrusts started slow and then intensified. His eyes were focused on my chest. “Your chest was a good choice,” he said. He leaned down and bit my nipple, causing me to rise off the chair. “You sure you don’t want to pierce your dick?” “I won’t say never,” I groaned, catching my breath. “But not today.” In no time, Dominic blew his load in my ass, my load shooting up and catching in his chest hair. He almost fell forward, stopping himself. “We can’t get cum on your tattoo. We don’t want it to get infected.” “I’m already infected,” I told him, smiling, nodding to the tattoo. “Remember?” “I’ll never forget,” he said. “Let’s get cleaned up and head home. We can fuck there.” “Sounds good to me,” I said. My chest hair grew back, the tattoo still visible underneath the hair. From a distance, it was hard to see, but that made being shirtless a bit easier should someone see me. Several weeks went by, Dominic and I continuing to fuck whenever we could. There came a Sunday after church where we fucked in my office, and we were almost caught by Pastor Kline. As we dressed, Dominic said, “Have you ever wondered about Pastor Kline?” “What about him?” I asked. “He’s a good looking man.” “I guess,” I said. “To be honest, I think he looks a bit like my dad.” “Still hot,” he said. “Actually, I think he might be in the closet.” I turned to Dominic, surprised. “What? Pastor Kline? No. He’s married.” “Wouldn’t be the first time a gay man had a beard,” he said. “I think he’s hiding something.” I shook my head. “Just because you were right about me, doesn’t mean you’re always right.” “I’ve got a good track record,” he said, showing me the tally marks on his arm. “Ten of these were married men with a secret. In the end, I gave them a secret too big to conceal. Actually, two of them are together now, spreading their seed in New York.” “Don’t try anything,” I told him, “especially while I’m gone.” I was traveling back home to see my parents. My father was retiring, and they wanted me there for his party. Dominic couldn’t come with me unless we wanted to raise suspicions. “I'll only be gone for a week,” I told him. “I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll be there Sunday. I’ll be back two days later. It’ll be fine. Just stay out of trouble.” “Will do,” he said. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ As of now, we're about 48 pages into the story. I've got a total of 100 pages (and counting) written, but I'm not sure if I'll upload everything. We'll see what happens. I have no conclusion in mind, meaning almost everyone could be toxic by the end.

I came home to find my boy, Drew in our bed with another boy he'd met in a bar. They were goin at it hard with my Drew's raw cock pounding this boy's asshole.I undressed and sat watching them while stroking my cock. Drew said to the boy, "my Daddy wants to fuck you" then to me "you willl fukkin love his ass" I got on the bed with him and buried my face in the new boy's ass and ate him out good. When he was good n wet I mounted him and went in deep. Man, he felt so good. I pumped him hard and shot my load inside him. I pulled out and Drew was eager to get back in him. He went balls deep, fucked him and emptied his balls. When Drew had finished I spread the boy's legs and shoved my tongue up his asshole and licked out Drew's and my seed - fukkin hot. I want more of that boy's ass.

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In the not fucking section: The Basket Weaver, these are the guys that go to the baths and do nothing but look for something better than what is standing in front if them and end up doing nothing but, while, Basket Weaving.

Here's my loads leaking out of an Asian bottom that I recently fucked. He already had one load inside him before I arrived, so his hole was super smooth and felt great to pump. Such a nice hole earned two loads from me ... of course with that amount of cum inside, some it is is going to start leaking out ...

I squirmed on the backseat hovering between awake and reality, he opened the front passenger door and rummaged about before slamming the door and returning to me on the back seat, he held a bottle to my mouth “drink”, I drank the liquid, it tasted foul but he held it until I had drained the bottle, he then hoisted my leg up and fingered my bumhole with more of the stinging stuff, he put some gaffer tape over my mouth and then handcuffed me “I don’t want you making noise or causing shit understand boy?” I sort of gurgled and nodded, he grinned “you like getting high, I am getting you high, you’ll be thanking Daddy for everything I do very soon”. The ride was a bit of a blur, the streetlights seemed to burst into prisms of light as we drove through the streets, it was almost magical and held my attention. We ended up at a house on the coast, it was secluded lonely I remembered the line from alien “in space no one can hear you scream”. He opened the back door, “you going to behave?” I nodded, he undid the handcuffs and ripped the gaffer tape from my mouth, “prove it boy”, I pulled myself up as best I could and kissed him, he grinned down at me “good boy”. Once in the house he dumped me on the sofa and then came back with a syringe, even in my state I managed to whine “I don’t like needles”, he tied off my arm, “believe me boyo you’ll learn to love them”, he injected me and then held my arm up as he released the tie, I coughed and coughed, my mind a kaleidoscope of colours and I was hungry, hungry for cock. He fingered my hole, “is that pussy getting hungry boy?”, I just sort of ‘mmmmmm’d’ He grinned as he lit a cigar “yeah you’re ready, now get on your knees and suck my cock, get it good and hard”, got on my knees as he unleased the beast, it was semi hard as I took it in my mouth and started sucking, he put his hand on my head “in time you’ll be taking it all down your throat, but first you’ll be taking it up your little boi pussy”, I gagged on his cock when he said this and he chuckled “don’t worry with all the chems you have in your system you’ll take it easy” My first lesson was extraordinary I must admit I was shocked how right he was, he held my hips hard “you’re doing just fine baby” about of a third of his cock was up my arse, he was determined but almost gentle “now relax boy, push out like I told you” I groaned and did as he said and another few inches slipped up me, “atta boy, told you it would fit in your little cunt, just a bit to go” My mind was all over the place but my hole was so hungry, I felt stretched impossibly wide I felt pain but more really just an exciting lovely feeling of being penetrated. The words rang a memory in my head, as he bottomed out and started to fuck me “that’s a good boy!”, “in and out we go”. And in and out he went deflowering me completely rearranging my innards to accommodate his cock, “yeah that’s a good boy, your boicunt is just made for daddy cock, he rode in and out of me “little virgin boy taking his first cock”, “oh yeah going to flood that little pussy soon”, he held my hips hard as he started fucking me harder “you were born for this boy” and then he grunted, his cock in me fully as I felt his cock spasm and his seed flooded every part of my young arse from the anus right up my rectum. It turned the university had been contacted that I was unwell by my ‘dad’ and I needed some time off, over the next week or probably longer, apparently as I was a ‘model’ student so they were fine and said for me to take all the time I needed. In other words, he could take all the time he needed, not that he wasted anytime at all. on a side note an inspiration of 'Daddy'

Went to Club Orlando last night and took five loads--mostly in the dark rooms. Spent some time in the sling, but with no action there. Got fucked by an older black guy with a huge cock...probably 9" and REALLY thick around the base (it was shaped like a traffic cone). He fucked me four different times and made me have multiple anal orgasms