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I promise I had planned on taking a longer hiatus to work on some things, but a combination of a couple days of not much to do and feeling terribly horny brought my publishing schedule forward a bit. Hopefully you enjoy this next installment when Logan gets to have his first son. More to follow eventually as we explore some kinks, some hot and horny boys, and maybe go on an unexpected journey or two. Chapter Two - Denver The first tour had done wonders for me in the personal and professional realms. Not only was I able to blossom onstage and show wha I could do, I got to explore my sexual side with Johnny. After we wrapped up and I moved back to New York I couldn’t believe how fast the turnaround was — I was in my new Hell’s Kitchen apartment for two weeks before I won another national tour. This time, instead of simply being an ensemble member, I would be a featured comedic actor with a couple of duets and a solo song! My first call after I got out of Pearl was to Johnny. He picked up on the second ring and I rushed in before he could even say hello. “I got another booking!” “Great kid, when do you start?” I stopped on the sidewalk and started digging around in my backpack for the tour itinerary. “Looks like we do two weeks here in the city and then move to Denver to open the tour. How far out are you from Denver?” His response sounded a bit excited, “only a couple of hours. I would love to stop by and use your sweet hole a couple of times when your roommate is out.” “You won’t have to wait long,” I responded, “and we can take all night — I don’t have to share this time!” Johnny chuckled at that. “Anyway, I will be in touch here in a few weeks to iron out the details. Gotta call my friends and make plans to go out tonight!” Johnny laughed openly at my exuberance, “go have fun, my son and keep me posted. We’ll talk soon.” * * * * * * The two weeks working on the show flew by and next thing I know I am headed for Denver. The flight crew were excited to have a Broadway tour cast onboard and we indulged them with a couple of numbers from the show. The feeling of celebration in the air was palpable and we all had a great time. By the time I was in my hotel room, though, I was ready to crash. Johnny was on his way in and I had left a key card for him at the desk. I started to change out of my travel outfit into something that would be more fitting for a night out of town, but halfway through undressing I gave up. I plopped down on my bed with my pants around my ankles and ass framed by a yellow jockstrap. Sleep washed over me before I was even aware I was shutting down. I must have been out of it because it was only the rhythmic grinding and low grunting that finally woke me. I groaned in pleasure and exquisite pain as I arched my back to meet the cock that turned me poz. Johnny continued to rhythmically thrust into my ass before unloading deep in my guts. As busy as I had been, I hadn’t been able to get any real action the last few weeks. After I sucked off the train attendant on the way home, he was called to wait on demanding guests so our dalliance never had a chance to get started. I had bought a few silicone “friends” to help me stay loose and work on my need for depth, but nothing could replace a real cock on a man. Johnny left his cock in to shrink before pulling out, dragging his heavy PA out of my hole. “Thought we had dinner plans, but I decided I liked this better.” I could hear his grin even though my head was still planted in my pillows. “Thank you for that, I missed getting fucked for the last month. Going from 2-3 screws a day for a year to none is a real shock to the system.” I laughed a bit giddily as I stretched and sat up next to him. We had never really been affectionate, but here we just hugged each other and enjoyed our presence. “I hope you can stay in town for a couple of days. I need someone to show me around the city.” Johnny stepped around me and walked to the window, unashamed of his slightly frail-looking body. “I have a couple of days, but not too long. I wanted to show you one or two things, but I don’t know how much we’ll have to leave the room for that.” He turned back to me, “you need to know how to work on these tours, and I think this will be the perfect training ground.” That made me cock my head to one side, intrigued. “Tell me more!” Johnny walked back over to me and sat down on the bed. “Well, I am here for two reasons, actually. Or I had been planning to come to Denver this week anyway. You being here is just an added bonus.” My face must have given away a bit of my disappointment. “Don’t worry,” Johnny said quickly, “I am so happy that you’re here, but I had another purpose.” I could tell that he was working up to tell me something. “I know I pozed you without asking, which we call stealthing. There is another kind of guy called a chaser who wants to be pozed, but hasn’t been given the gift yet.” I thought I could see where this was going. “I was in touch with a young guy who wanted my gift, and we had made plans to meet up in Denver for a week of rough fucking and hopefully it would stick.” I smiled at him encouragingly, “that sounds super hot!” “It is,” he assured me. “The guy just turned eighteen a month or so ago and this would be his first dalliance with an older guy. I’m not convinced, though, that he would like a guy like me. I’m pretty sure he only wants the bug, and lacking an attraction can be unsatisfying when you are trying to psych yourself up to take it hard.” Johnny started grinning, “when you told me about starting in Denver and it happened to be this week, I couldn’t help but think that YOU could be his gifter.” Even though I was expecting it, hearing it laid out so starkly for me made me gasp. “You would trust me with a job like that?” “Of course!” Johnny responded enthusiastically. “You need to learn what it is like to be a good top to a neg bottom. I know you’ve fucked me a time or two, but it isn’t the same breaking in a hole and dealing with the mind games. I want you to take this boy and make him a man, just as I did for you.” He continued, “pozing is something of an art form when done right. Any idiot can get knocked up with the virus and just spread it around. If you want to create your family you have to learn to be choosy. You need to learn how to control your animal urges and mix the right amount of aggression, compassion, and even love when needed to get the desired results. It isn’t about controlling your partner as much as it is about controlling the experience of sex and gifting.” As he continued talking, I soaked up every word. He spoke of the responsibilities of the gifter to make sure the boy was taken care of, to ensure they knew the awesome gift they had been given and how they could use it. After hours of talking HIV theory I was a feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Don’t worry too much — I know I threw a lot of information at you tonight, but I believe in you and will be here to show you the way. Besides, you don’t need to worry about anything until you finish the show tomorrow!” With his reassurances ringing in my ear we laid back on the bed and I opened my hole to him. With only a couple of days to learn how to top, I wanted to get in at least one more bottoming experience with Johnny before he went back home. * * * * * * After the show the next night, still feeling the performance high from the opening night crowd, I did my requisite turn around the cast party. We made a few toasts to each other and shared a slice of cake before I felt I could make my excuses and walk the six blocks back to the hotel. Something about the physical exertion of performing made me feel invincible. . . and very horny. When I finally burst into my hotel room, the sight of a young man’s ass beckoning me to the bed greeted my eyes. He was completely naked, legs splayed to give me the greatest view of his slowly pulsing hole. His perfectly round, deeply tanned cheeks were perfectly unblemished. No hair apart from his beautiful black locks hiding his face was visible. I licked my lips. “He’s all yours. I explained to him our history and he is terribly excited to get to be fucked by a true theatre star.” Johnny sat on the desk chair, fully clothed facing me and the boy. “Show him what you can do.” As if his words removed all barriers, I dropped to my knees and began to attack his hole with my tongue. His moans of appreciation started immediately as I lapped around his perfectly formed sphincter. He can’t have had much penetration, he was incredibly tight and with the smoothest skin I had ever felt. His slightly musky and salty taste was exactly what I had been craving as I probed his hole open with my tongue. We continued this way with my tongue slowly getting deeper as my hands pulled his cheeks farther apart. Once I could feel my tongue past his ring of muscle, I withdrew my mouth and started in with one finger. He hissed as my relatively dry finger plunged into the inviting warmth of his hole. I knew that we had a couple of days and I didn’t want to completely destroy his ass with just one fuck, so I didn’t do much scraping of his anal walls. Time enough for that later, and a dry fuck would cause enough friction to get this beautiful twink used to the pain of the stretch. I kept working my fingers in, one at a time until I could feel his hole yield. My cock had been dripping precum since I started walking home and it was time to unleash my beast. Keeping half my hand inside this boy, I used the other to drop my pants and underwear. My cock immediately sprang out and pointed at this boy’s quivering entrance like a compass points north. Beads of precum were dripping out of my slit and around my PA jewelry. I could feel myself aching to be inside this boy. Without warning him, I sharply withdrew my hand. As he gasped at the pain and sudden vacating of his entrance, I plunged my cock back into him, knocking the wind from him and driving his ass into the bed. I said I didn’t scratch his insides, I never mentioned that I took it easy on him. There were some shuddering exclamations and tight contractions as his hole was penetrated, but after a few minutes we found our rhythm. I used the spring of the bed to bounce him down on my cock and thrust up to meet him at the same time. My piercing kept getting tossed around inside him as his muscles were in hyperdrive. He was gurgling and panting as I used the power of my dick to short circuit his nervous system from the inside out. I kept bringing myself close to the edge and backing off, trying to give this boy a fuck he would remember for the rest of his life. After what had to have been forty minutes of pounding this boy mercilessly, I could feel myself tip over the edge where I couldn’t control myself anymore. My heart rate began to race, my hips jerking into this boy completely out of control — I reached to his neck and yanked him into a sitting position, forcing his back down on my cock and bringing his right ear to my mouth. “Take my gift, you gorgeous faggot.” I deftly licked behind his ear as I let myself remodel his guts with a bath of my toxic cum. * * * * * * The entire weekend was more of the same. I found out that the twink (Owen) was graduating high school that year with the lofty life ambitions to become a lawyer and we spent some quality time together outside the bedroom. After that first fuck when I had tucked Owen into bed, Johnny gave me a hug and simply said, “my work here is done. Keep me updated with the boys who get joined to us. I’ll add them to my family tree,” and he walked out of the hotel room. Our last day before Owen was to return home we walked around and talked for a long time. He had a bit of difficulty walking, as my cock had thoroughly bruised his hole, but we mentioned how much fun we had together and I hoped we would be in touch. He promised to share his test results when he went for his next STI checkup in about six weeks. Our last night together he used his own fingernails to fuck up his hole which glistened red as I let him slowly sit on my rigid dick. I was sure he would be my first son and the first guy I would get to share my seed. After I had made my deposit, I requested that he not have sex with anyone else until after his results and that he should fuck me just the once. He jackrabbited into my hole so fucking fast, cumming in less than three minutes. “Mmm,” I moaned, “I hope that I’m the lucky man who gets to let your last neg load travel around with me.” I popped in a plug of mine and pulled him close to me. We napped for half an hour before he had to hit the road. He kissed me tenderly as he got up and I pulled myself awake long enough to see him to the door and give him the stained and sweaty jock I had been wearing during my rehearsals and first few shows of this tour as a souvenir. This kid was special, and I allowed myself to have a moment of bliss before I slipped back under the covers to recover before the show the next day. Thanks for reading! Please feel free to drop me a line or leave a comment here. . . I read every single one!

After numerous requests, here is the next fictional account of the in the saga of the Kid. Other Kid stories are Kid got everything he wanted The Kid goes to his first bath house. As usual this is only fiction and not meant to actually be done. Some of this would send a person to the ER ( Or worse ) with an overdose. It is for reading enjoyment only, and of course arousing you if you need help with that. Chapter 1 The Kid has had some great adventures with his first party and then his first trip to a bathhouse here he was given drugs and plowed by some of the craziest guys and perverts in the world. He wanted to get back to the first guys next party but cold never arrange time. Between his work and girlfriend, there never seemed to be any time for his private perverted play. He contacted me several time to see what I was doing. I had to have some minor surgery and couldn’t get to the monthly party, and he wanted to have me there when he went next time. He was frustrated with his relationship because while his girlfriend was nymph when it came to sex she didn’t like sucking him to a finish and never would give up her ass. Sometime after his first party he had gotten a case of the Flue and his Girlfriend caught it from him and came down with it a couple weeks later. Since he had met Tina he had a deep driving need to play with her every chance he could and those were very few and far apart. The recovery after the first party was rough but he was able to get back to normal in a couple days after. The second party his recovery was a lot quicker, even though he had a lot more. His insides yearned to be spun again, his desire to feel stuff roaming in his ass and filing him was undeniable. He had met with a few guys but non seemed to satisfy his needs. One black guy was hung, he remembered it hurting and he took it waiting for it to feel better, but it never felt the way it did when Horse was lodged in his ass and Horse was bigger that this guy. One guy actually helped him some in a park one night, he was bent over a bench taking a guy with a small dick and after the guy shot what felt like a couple drops up his ass another guy came over and asked him if he wanted more with a little extra. The Kid started to get up when the guy pushed him back over the bench and proceeded to push a much larger cock up his ass. The guy felt different when the Kid realized this guy had a PA on his cock. It felt cool when it rubbed his hole before the guy grabbed the Kid’s hips and basically impaled the Kid on his cock. The Kid yelled at the sudden intrusion, the guy said “ Shut the fuck up, you want to bring the cops “ ? as the Kid stared to say no when the guy pulled partially out and rammed back in. all the Kid could do is squeak the word “ No “. The Bushes around the area rustled and a couple guys walked up, both had their cocks out and were jerking them. With the position of the Kid neither could get in front of him to get any service. The guy pumped a couple more times when he stopped. He held still. The Kid stared to back onto the cock when the guy slapped his ass and said “ Hold still you little whore “. The guy hen said “ Here comes the Little extra slut “. The Kid was looking at the two cocks off to the side and wasn’t paying that close attention to the guy in his ass. He wasn’t sure what he meant but then felt a warmth spreading in his bowels, he knew form past experience it was the yellow flood of the guy’s piss. The guy said “ Here is your extra, hope you enjoy it “. The Kid was in heaven, this was the first time since the time at the bath house he got this treatment. It really made him feel like a total slut, the pig whore of all whores. He only hoped he would end up getting the other guys cocks up his ass. When the guy was finished emptying his bladder, he started to slowly fuck the piss in the kids insides. He wanted to make sure the Kid could absorb as much as possible. He couldn’t hold off to long, this kids ass was great and had a natural ability to milk a guys cock. The guy cold tell he hadn’t been fucked much, at least not for a while. The Kid was slowly losing himself into the Acton up his ass. His whole body felt warm and almost to the point of being on fire. All he could think of was that he never wanted this to end. He could hear and feel the squishing of the cock as it slopped around in his guts. There was a pressure when he pushed in and it really felt good. The guy eventually picked up speed and some of the nasty mix started squirting out of the Kids ass. The guy slammed up into the Kid’s ass and said “ Take my spunk you nasty fagot punk “. The Kid said “ Yes, knock me up”. The kid could feel the throbbing cock up his ass, firing shot after shot into his ass. The guy slumped over the Kid for a few minutes and the Kid could feel a second twitching in his ass. The guy said “ Yeah, here comes a little more to help you out “. The Kid knew for sure he was shooting a second load of piss in his guts, pushing his cum into areas that it would never come out before it was absorbed. The guy finally pulled out and some of the nasty mix started dripping out, even with the kid in the head down position and trying to hold it in he couldn’t keep it from spilling out. The guy sat down next to the Kid. Even though he was off to the side he could see the cock that just split his ass. Even soft it looked Big and thick, it had an impressively big PA in the end of it, bigger that be thought. The Guy pulled out a glass pipe and started to heat it up. He could clearly see the white smoke in the bowel. the Guy looked over at the Kid and Smiled.

Just about 5 minutes ago. 26 yo black FB from Sniffies. We meet up every week or two. Today I was ass up, face down in my jock and he entered the house to see me on the living room floor. He started by eating my hole... it was nice, but I was waiting for his cock. He lubed up, slid it in and started fucking away while I told him how much I was enjoying his cock and was excited to have him breed me. He fucked away telling me how much he enjoyed my ass and how he was gonna breed me soon. I felt his hands tighten on my hips as he started to moan and make those final thrusts. As he slipped out, I turned around and started to suck him clean... which happily kept him hard. I asked if he had time for load#2 and he said 'Fuck yes!"... so I bent over again and let him slide in my cum filled hole. He proceeded to pound me harder than round one but didn't last as long until I got that second wonderful load. He said next time he will save up his loads and give me even more!

Bout a half hour ago... yeah, me again, and my FB. i still had His load in me from 9 hours ago, and it was a big one so He didn't have to use lube. i hate to let a Man's seed go, i'm not one of those who likes to push it out... i hate to push a Man's seed out. i've slept the whole night with a Mans piss in me too. It's awesome. The next day when i peed i could smell His piss saturating my pee. Fuck, that is so amazing, it's literal impregnation with Him... or something He made with His body. Sorry, i digress. After He bred me, i followed Him into the shower and asked if He had to piss. He said "yes" and i asked if He wanted to use my mouth. He said "yes" again. So i knelt in front of Him, took His cock in my mouth and He pissed. He pissed hard. i have only drunk a Mans piss two or three times before. i loved the experience and idea, the taste was hard for me to take. i was surprised that the amount didn't overwhelm me, just the taste. But i swallowed it all. He's kind of shy and quiet, so i asked if He liked it, and He said He did, that it felt like a release... i think He did like it, well see where His mind and feelings go with it as He thinks about it. For me, the biggest thrill of taking His piss from His cock is hard to express. There's a mind fuck that happens, a sort of order that gets set in cement by the act? idk, there's a very deep submission and giving of myself to a Man to drink His piss... not just drink His piss, but hold His cock in my mouth while He pisses in me. i can still smell His piss on my breath, and i don't want to brush my teeth tonight. i am having a hard time finding words to describe how i feel, "degraded" is the only word i can think of, but there's no negative connotation associated with it. It's like we both know, and it's not just 'okay,' but sweet... and fucking HOT. Damn, i feel good.

On monday evening I first had a quick grindr hook up. Walked about 20 minutes to his house where he texted me the door code and said I needed to take off my shoes then go to the 2nd floor. He was naked on the waiting ordering me to start sucking immediately. I think around 5 minutes I left with his load in my hole. Felt his load dripping out leaving a wet spot on my jogging. The moment I got home I received a text of someone I've been on a real date with twice asking me if he could sleep over. Was a very cosy night and ended up swallowing his load as he doesn't want to fuck yet and first wants to see where it's going. Had a lovely night cuddling with someone else's cum deep inside my hole.

I know if it were me, saying "thanks not interested" would be the most appropriate. I had moved to a new city and saw that on a particular site a member had already blocked me. Now this is someone who I had sex with over 50 times so I could understand he had enough of me, but still I wasn't even officially in my apartment a day and he went to that extreme. But to your point, I think if you say "thank you, but I am not interested" they should get the hint. Now if they continue to ask why?, how come? etc. then block their ass.

I’ve been in a long term relationship for a while now. I have always stayed faithful until a recent event occurred. I was round my fiancés brothers house one evening and he was telling me how his marriage was struggling and the sex had dried up after having kids. I was giving him tips on how to spice things up a little and reassure him that everything would be good when he made a pass at me. I went with it and I ended up sucking him off and getting railed on the sofa. He didn’t last long but it was the best sex I’ve had in ages and it felt good to have been bred by another man other than my fiancé. I felt enormous guild afterwards and was planning on telling him but when I got home he was all over me and horny and I didn't want to hurt his feelings so I ended up getting fucked by him only hours after his brother. He kept telling me how hot and nice my wet hole felt and I told I had played with toys earlier that day as I often do. He came hard in me and the whole time I was thinking about his brother again. Not really sure what to do about the whole situation. They are a very close family so I can’t possibly tell him. Any advice? I think a bit turn on is having another man’s cum in me again. I use to have annon sex all the time before this relationship and I think I’ve realised I miss it.

The meet: So I got the text from him and he said wear old sweats a tee shirt and boxers. He texted bring extra clothing. I have been asked this before and now I got really hot i think i know what is going to happen. I got there he answered the door and there were another guy in the room. I walked in and they introduce themselves and one of them pulled my shirt and made me go to the bed. On the bed was some toys and straps. They were wearing robes and when they took them off they were wearing full leather outfits. Friggin hot looking guys. One of them got behind me and grabbed my arm and put handcuffs on me and push me on the bed he climbed up and tied one of the straps to the chain on the handcuffs pulled me up so I was laying on the bed he tightened the handcuffs and got off. Then the other guy had long bar that had handcuffs on each end and handcuffed my ankles to the bar then strapped the bar to the strap on the bed. I was getting hot with my leggs spread and hands cuffed. They flipped me over then they were rubbing my ass and leggs and they pull my sweats down halfway over my ass. I got scared a bit i saw one with a knife come over to me. He cut my sweats and they started to rip my sweats apart. I can feel my leggs were exposed and then they tore my underwear apart they started to rub my ass spread my cheeks and felt one starting to eat my ass. They put a rag over my face and i got a bit of a rush and dizziness. I felt pillows get shoved under me and one of them pulled my ass up for more pillows. Then one of them tore more of my clothes off and the other put lube on my hole and was rubbing my hole slipping a finger or two in it. Then i felt something fairly large slip in. It hurt a little but slowly went in. Then thay stroked it once it was in deep.I was feeling hot as they were fucking me with the toy. The pulled it outnand got eaten again. Felt a few hard smacks on the ass and was told we are going to fuck you. One of them got on the bed and pulled my shirt and tore it. Then pulled in what was left hard and started to choke me as his hard dick rammed in my ass. He started to pump hard and fast pulling on my shredded shirt and then other guy mouthed fucked me. He pushed my head deep into his dick as i was gagging. He laughed as he was thrusting his cock in my mouth and said swallow my cock. The other was thrusting hard and fast in my ass. This was going on for a long time and I felt a throbbing cock as he moaned very loud. The other guy pulled out of my mouth and came over and jumped in and stuck his cock in me and pumped wild. I can hear he was excited buy his sounds and breathing. Now i was also sucking a wet cock as he blew another load in my mouth.. Tasted good as I was told to swallow. The got the other very hot he pounded my ass hard. Then I heard him moan and he said here I go. I felt his dick throbbing as he layed on me breathing hard. My wrist and ankles were killing me at this point and I was a wreck. They got up and sat on the couch and were talking to each other. I laid there watching them talk and couldn't move. They were talking for some time sitting there watching porn and smoking. One of the guys got up and flipped me over. He played with my cock and balls and he stuck his a few fingers in my dripping hole then pushed them in far. I felt more fingers go in deeper and deeper. The other guy can over and watched as he was stroking himself. I felt some lube and it burnt a bit. He must have had all fingers in my hole. He was working my hole for some time then all of his fingers must have been in there. Then all of a sudden I felt a huge rush got hard as hell then I exploded all over i must have yelled had a hand over my mouth! He definitely hit something in my hole! It actually wiped me out I exploded so hard then I heard the one guy say its I got it almost in as he laughed. He pulled out his hand and I erupted again.. wow They unstraped the bar and pulled it up and bent my legges back. The one guy watching shoved his cock in me and started pumping hard and didnt last but a few minutes and blew a load in me. They dropped the bar and I laid there as they went back to the couch. I laid there almost comatose for a bit and actually fell asleep. I got woken up by them undoing the handcuffs. They helped me up and walked me to the couch and sat between them. I was thirsty and ask if i can get some water. One of them said I have something for u to drink now. He pulled his cock. I like what they said so I got on my knees and started to suck him then felt and tasted little piss then a big stream came out as i was swallowing his piss. Trying to keep up with the amount but had a slight sweet taste. The other guy said my turn I crawled over and started to suck. He didn't waste time he streamed a large amount in my mouth i squeezed his dick to slow it down then released to finish. I wasn't thirsty any more.. Sat back down with them. We watched a little more porn and I was stroking one of the guys.. He got hard and i got up and sat on it took it deep and sat on his lap. I was moving around with it deep and leaned back as he was biting my back and felt him blow a load.. he put his arm around me and pulled me back to him tight. I sat there for a little. The other guy said he was tired and got up to get my close and came over for me to dress. I got dress they gave me a hug and kiss and I left.

WEEBLE “Weeble! You got a phone call in the day room!” Chunk called out into the bay, which only made everyone look at Victor. He knew better than to ask who it was. No one questioned who was on the other end. If it was official, it would have come to the Sergeant’s desk. Plus, you didn’t want someone screaming into the bay “YOUR MOMMY WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!” He got up from his bunk wondering who would call him. He didn’t feel much like talking, and he knew it wouldn’t be his parents, even if they somehow found the time or money to call. He still hadn’t come out of the funk he’d been in since the attack and he wasn’t interested in whoever was on the phone. “Hello?” He said when he picked up the receiver, dreading the response from the other end. “Victor? Hey bud! You’re a hard one to track down. How are you doing?” At first he couldn’t place the voice. “I’m doin okay.” He answered with a non-committal flat tone in his voice, waiting for the recognition to hit. “Wow man! Airborne huh? That’s incredible! How’d you manage that?” The male voice said. It was friendly, like they knew each other well. “You sure you’re okay bud? You don’t sound like yourself.” It was the way he said ‘bud’ that shot an arrow through him. “Wicomb?” Victor asked as he felt himself starting to shake, his body trembling. Was it Wicomb? The only person who had been nice to him at Bragg? Who didn’t treat him like some miniature mascot and the butt of daily jokes? Who was just a stone cold fox without even trying? “Yeah Chambers, thought I’d give you a call to see how you were holding up, how everything was going. I tried to track you down last year, but they wouldn’t tell me where you were.” Wicomb called HIM. Victor felt his insides go weak. Tall handsome Wicomb with the beautiful blue eyes and amazing body had been trying to get ahold of him all this time. He felt a flush of happiness. For the first time since the incident he felt like smiling. “I’m doin really good, Wicomb. I can’t believe you tracked me down. How are you doin?” Wicomb chuckled on the other end of the phone. “Oh, you know, staying greasy keeping the birds flying. So you jumping out of planes now like a badass? Did I get it right? You’re at Airborne School?” Victor laughed, really laughed. It felt good to feel free enough to laugh with pure joy. “Just for Jump School, I ain’t Airborne or nuthin.” He answered in his southern Alabama drawl. “Really? Damn, bud! You lucky dog. How is it? What’s it like?” Wicomb asked with excitement. “Oh man, it’s so cool! You wouldn’t believe it. A lot of practice, a lot of runnin everywhere and a whole lot of waitin, but we just did our first combat jump today and it was amazin!” Victor gushed. “It don’t take long gettin to the ground once you jump out the door, but it’s still fun as hell. We had a Hollywood jump before this…no MOLLE, no gear. It was SO intense!” “I bet. Man, you ARE a badass! Fucking loaded down and jumping out of a plane. Holy fucking SHIT! Where’d they put you when you left Bragg?” Victor got a thrill when he heard Wicomb call him a badass. “They offered me to take some special trainin, said it would be good for my career. It seemed like the right thing to do after…you know, with the guys there.” He could hear Wicomb take a couple breaths over the phone. “Yeah, I know bud. They were assholes. Hey, you know I ended up kicking Barton’s ass? Kept running his mouth in the shop about how he was glad you were gone and a bunch of other stupid shit I’m not going to repeat. I got a formal for that, but it was worth it.” “Yeah? Oh man!” Victor exclaimed. Duncan Barton was the guy he suspected of outing him. “I hope you got him good.” The words were out of his mouth before he gave it any thought, and it surprised him that he felt that way. Even during the worst of it at Bragg, he didn’t want to hurt anyone. He felt differently now. He actually felt like if Barton was standing in front of him he’d shove his teeth down his throat with his bare fist, and fuck the consequences. “Not as much as he deserved. I would have been in a lot more trouble if I had. But, he shut his mouth so he got the message.” Wicomb said with his deep, sexy voice. “Well thanks. It definitely needed doin.” Victor replied. “Hey bud, I was thinking…” Wicomb started, then paused. After waiting a couple seconds for him to continue, Victor prompted “Yeah? About what?” “Um, well Bragg and Benning aren’t that far away from each other, maybe I could drive down one weekend and hang out? It’d be cool to see you again and hear what you’ve been up to.” Victor’s heart jumped into his throat. “Really?” He felt a confusing combination of hope and fear. Hope that it was real, and fear of a crushing disappointment and screwing it up. He started shaking all over again. “Yeah bud. It’ll be fun. I mean, if you want me to. I know you’re busy with the training and I don’t want to get in the way and I don’t know if you get time off but it’s cool if you don’t want to or you can’t get away… I don’t know, I was just thinking, that’s all. It’s probably not very practical, you probably have to study and —.” Wicomb rambled on in a rush that came across as self conscious with a lack of confidence that was extremely out of character for him. Weeble couldn’t miss this chance. “No! I want you to!” Victor cut in before Wicomb backed out completely. “I’m graduatin Friday, it’s our last jump Friday mornin, our only night jump. Can you come this weekend? The course will be over and ‘cept for barracks duty I don’t got nuthin I gotta do. I might could be outta here come Monday so I might not be this close when we get our next assignment. After graduation I think they cut us loose for the afternoon, cuz everyone’s got family coming to see us graduate. It’s like a thing, you know?” “Wow! You’re going to get your Airbone wings? Victor, that’s a fucking big deal! Holy shit! I’m definitely coming this weekend. We’re going to celebrate!” Victor couldn’t stop smiling. All the tension he’d been carrying since Sunday, all the darkness that filled his head and muted his thoughts and emotions melted away. All the pain and hurt he wanted to inflict on every smug asshole he’d ever met who pretended to be nice just to get Victor to drop his guard… that left him, he felt the possibility of being clean again. Like he wasn’t dirty, damaged, pitiful and pathetic. He felt the hope swell that maybe someone thought he was worthy. Maybe Wicomb didn’t care about the rumors, or the possible truth of them, and maybe he saw Victor as a good person that he actually liked being around. Maybe Wicomb didn’t think of Victor as some casual convenient plaything to use and throw away. Maybe he was worth more than a secret fuck and suck. A tear fell from his eye as he thought ‘I want it to be real’ . He knew it was a moment of weakness he couldn’t afford, but anyone else, at any other moment in his life, and he might have kept it together. But this was Wicomb. He wanted it to be real. The guy who stood up for him when it all hit the fan back at Bragg. The guy who was nice even after he’d gotten what he wanted. The guy who smiled when he saw Victor. The guy who didn’t push, who didn’t make things dirty with whispered comments and sleazy grins. And just after the recent brutal attack and rape by two men who saw him as exactly what every man saw since high school… a small, weak target they could get something out of without having to give anything back. Take, take, take. Use. Use. Use. After that, Wicomb seemed to care about HIM, about taking care of him, reconnecting with him, driving 8 hours to see him, making who knows how many calls to figure out where Victor was over almost an entire year. He saw Victor as a person. He actually WANTED to keep in touch. There hadn’t been a single friend, a single acquaintance in his entire life that liked him enough to find him and keep in touch. Not a single person. He wiped his eye on his sleeve. “I can’t wait for you to meet the Bravos. That’s my unit, every one’s amazin. They’re really nice to me. I’m really happy here, Wicomb. And you comin to visit is…” Victor stopped himself before he said something he’d regret. “Well, it makes me really happy too.” He actually wanted Wicomb to meet the guys, all of them. He wanted him to see who he had around him every day. He wanted Wicomb to know he belonged here, and wanted to belong here. And yeah, part of him wanted Wicomb to be impressed that he was one of these guys, had become a Bravo. “I’m glad, Victor.” Wicomb said softly. “It’s a date then.” Then quickly followed by “I mean… I’ll be there, bud. I’ll leave a message when I get into town.” ‘You can call it a date if you want’ Victor thought in his head. Even though it wasn’t and Wicomb was just a nice person who only wanted to be Victor’s friend, he could still imagine it that way, right? Even if Wicomb wasn’t after a repeat of their road trip to North Carolina, Victor could still indulge himself in the fantasy, right? Wicomb was beautiful, manly, confident and a little cocky (but not as cocky as Sleeper…no one could be that cocky). Victor loved that. Maybe he could have his very own best friend, someone to talk to, someone who he could share everything with like the other Bravos had. Victor had never had a best friend. No one in his entire life liked Victor enough to be his best friend. Maybe when Wicomb came this weekend, he’d ask him if he wanted to be his best friend. He hoped he had the courage to ask. He hoped Wicomb wouldn’t laugh…and instead say yes. He had a sudden doubt that adult men didn’t have best friends, and that it was a kid thing. He shook it off. Maybe he wouldn’t ask. It was okay if he didn’t. “Okay Wicomb. I can’t wait! Thanks for callin to check up on me. That was really nice of you.” Victor managed to keep his voice from shaking, and thought he did a pretty good job of sounding happy but not too affected, keeping it light and fun, without desperation or anything crazy. “I’m glad I was able to track you down, Chambers. We’re going to have a blast this weekend. Talk to you soon, bud.” “Yeah, talk to ya soon! Bye Wicomb.” Victor said, hanging up with a smile that never left his face. He took a minute to dry his eyes on the sleeve of his sweatshirt before turning around. Wicomb was still his friend and he didn’t understand why, but it filled him with a joy he thought he’d lost forever. He’d felt this hope before, which too often turned to disappointment and fear, but this time he needed it to be true. It was Wicomb. It didn’t feel one-sided like all the times before. Even though he knew it was foolish to get his hopes up, he couldn’t help it. It felt different this time. Walking back into the bay, he saw Assmunch look over. “Everything good, Weeble?” Assmunch asked. Victor gave him a big smile. “Everythin is great, Assmunch!” And he walked over to his bunk with a spring in his step. When he sat down he looked around and saw all the Bravos who were in the bay were looking at him with smiles, some big and on the verge of a laugh. “What?” He asked, smiling back. “Nothing, brother.” Olympic said before anyone else could speak up. “We just missed that smile of yours. It’s good to see it again.” All the Bravos gave a single nod before they went back to what they were doing. ********************** AIRBORNE AND RANGER TRAINING BRIGADE FT. BENNING, GA Col. Mark Ulrich looked over the roster of Class 2-1993 with a frown. He knew the participants of the Pentagon’s special study, however he didn’t know which specific soldiers were faggots. As far as he was concerned, the whole lot of them could fuck right off his base. That smug asshole Major Collins brought his little cocksucking fairy test program to Ulrich’s Airborne and Ranger School but as much as he hated it he was powerless to do anything about it. Defense officials far above the level where his silver birds flew had decided. He was just a lowly Colonel and it irritated the hell out of him that a Marine Major thought he could walk into his Training Brigade and damn near give him orders of how he was going to run his classes. Even the way that fucker sat casually in the chair across from his desk irritated Ulrich. Like he was entitled, as if he were Ulrich’s equal, relaxed and confident. It felt like disrespect. Even worse, the arrogant jarhead assumed without request. “When these boys graduate…”. Ulrich wanted to growl at him “They don’t graduate unless I say they graduate”. “How are we going to…”. WE? WE? “You know fuck-all about running this Brigade you junior piece of administrative shit” was what Ulrich WANTED say. It soured his entire day every time he had to meet with Collins, some Pentagon General’s lapdog. When Collins executed his salute upon entering his office, and saluted before leaving, Ulrich didn’t give him a return. It wouldn’t surprise him if Collins was a faggot himself. But he was a Pentagon golden boy and untouchable. Ulrich had to stop himself yesterday from screaming at Collins that he didn’t want these fudge packers hanging around his base as holdovers between the BAC and RIP (Ranger Indoctrination Program). Class 2-1993 was scheduled to graduate the Basic Airborne Course tomorrow morning, but intake for the next Ranger class was 2 weeks away. Ordinarily the holdovers would have to be assigned temporary quarters until they could be moved into the Ranger barracks, and the batt boys would be returned to the 75th for whatever hazing was necessary. Batt boys were soldiers already attached to the 75th Ranger Battalion who only lacked their graduation from the Ranger leadership course. Until they made it through the course, they were only Ranger candidates and had the MOS designation 11xray. But Ulrich kept his cool and said nothing of how he felt. He stood a good chance of achieving Brigadier General before he retired if he continued to play the cooperative bootlicker. He just couldn’t understand why the Army would want soft girly troops poisoning the military, lowering standards, causing friction in units, and jeopardizing the mission. It’s not as if the military was hurting for recruits. In Ulrich’s opinion, all the branches should be even MORE selective in their choice of soldier. They’d be stronger if they pushed the troops harder, whittled recruits down to only the best, the most dedicated. Instead, over his career he’d seen standards relaxed, training diluted, and increased pampering. Hell, these days Drill Instructors weren’t even allowed to physically correct a recruit during Basic or verbally harass them with slurs or insults. Any correction had to be training or task related. Soon, Ulrich thought, some genius will decide you couldn’t cuss at recruits at all. That would be a sad fucking day for America if that happened. When Ulrich had gone through the BAC way back when, the Cadre could hit you if you fucked up. You got called every low blow name in the book, they’d call your mother a whore, tell you to cut your own dick off because you were a pathetic excuse for a man, call you a retard, a cum-gargling shit for brains piece of garbage waste of time and effort and punctuate each word with a kick, punch or slap as well as enough spit in your face to drown a rat. So if you fucked up, you only did it once. At least the Ranger Course hadn’t been severely watered down, although they still had to accommodate common sense directives that were intended to keep candidates alive, like minimum food and water and allowing a soldier to ‘tap out’ and recycle because of illness or injury. In his opinion it just bred softness rather than the toughness they needed from their troops. Still, every year there was the chance a candidate could die during the course, but that chance was getting smaller and smaller. Special Operations training were the only courses left that tested candidates to the absolute limit but that was because the candidates were selected from the best of the best rather than a general population free for all sign-up like Airborne and Ranger. The Army and Marines saw the value in having a well rounded soldier who had a basic skills toolkit and the Air Force and Navy had specialized Occupations that found Airborne and Ranger skills useful. And although they were easy to forget when most people thought of the military, the Coast Guard were the forward line of defense in coastal waters and they needed robust training as well. So todays Army wasn’t what it used to be, in his opinion. The men were hard back in his day. Tough. Brutal killing machines. They battled hard, played hard and the wheat was separated from the chaff. Not these coddled babies who cried and ran to mommy if they got a bruise. And now panty wearing faggots got to rub shoulders with real men, probably drooling over all the sweating dick they got to see. It was fucking disgusting. If the next step was allowing women in combat, he’d leave the military. Actually, women would be better than fags. At least women were useful and they’d probably put their units in less danger on a battlefield because no sane soldier would put his life in the hands of a woman in a fight. But some poor schmuck was definitely going to count on a limp wristed cocksucker to do more than scream and wilt at the violence of a battlefield, and that was going to get him killed. Shit, let the fags join the Navy or the Air Force, hell you could even let them have their own branch ‘Ass Pounders’ or ‘Pew Pew Pansies’ and they could do things like clean the latrines, straighten up TEMPERS, cook, be secretaries, do laundry…all the stuff real men shouldn’t be doing so they could concentrate on war. At least Major Collins had agreed the two Platoons couldn’t mix with normal troops during holdover. “I don’t care what you do with them, Major. I don’t have anywhere to put them. I’m not putting them in the TLQ even if we had the room, I’ve got no free barracks that aren’t undergoing maintenance, and they can’t quarter with the other holdovers.” He’d told Collins. “Send ‘em on leave for all I care. Just have them back by RIP intake.” In fact, just as the words came out of his mouth Ulrich thought that was perfect. Two weeks of leave just before the most rigorous training these soft little princesses had ever seen? They’d fail the Ranger course in spectacular fashion. Probably wouldn’t make it through the first week. *************************** Collins really didn’t want to send the Bravos and Charlies on leave, but honestly they’d been in training since the previous May, and once they started Ranger School it would be another two months before they had any opportunity at all to see their family and friends. No Thanksgiving to speak of, no Christmas, they’d trained right through those weeks. So he decided four days leave, then back here, which was time he needed to set something up. He had some phone calls to make to set up his plan after they returned. Ulrich’s refusal to quarter or give them holdover assignments ended up being a useful opportunity, and he wouldn’t waste it. He also wasn’t going to waste his two Marines on holdover duty who were slotted for the Ranger class as well. ************************** ASSMUNCH “Last jump tomorrow. Combat night jump, are you assholes ready?” Cellblock asked as we double-timed to the gym for our nightly workout. “HUAH!” The guys answered in a confident shout. “LET’S RUN GRUNTS! WE’RE INFANTRY NOT AIRBORNE!” He shouted and counted off to increase pace just before we and the Charlies started in on a 6 minute mile pace, much faster than the 9 minute mile pace required by the Cadre. Unencumbered by gear and packs the pace was a welcome opportunity to actually stretch our legs. For long runs, a 9 minute mile was comfortable, but sometimes you just had to open up the throttle. The excitement and intensity of reaching the end of their Airborne training filled us with energy and we arrived at the gym five minutes later. As usual, the guys broke off in groups to do their own workouts. I led my group to the mats for their evening session with Major Collins who was already there, wearing his silkies and a tight Marine issue tee shirt that stretched to fit his impressive physique. Look, I’m not going to lie to you, the man was impressive and even his crotch bulged with excess meat. Major Collins was everything you’d imagine an older Marine officer to be - fit, serious, intense, confident. He was the type that every word that came out of his mouth felt like an order. No, he didn’t bark. It was a feeling in the words. It’s hard to describe. Like… he could be standing looking out a window at the sun coming up and just speak ‘Coffee’ like he was making an observation… and you’d just understand he was telling you to get him a cup of coffee, or you’d just think ‘if he wants coffee, I’ll get him coffee’. I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but that’s the best way I can describe it. He didn’t have to order you to do something, he just had to mention it and you’d WANT to do it. In spite of all that he also possessed this calm superiority that could easily come across as arrogance and derision. After almost two weeks of meeting with him every evening I knew it wasn’t arrogance. He simply knew where he stood. I got the feeling that although there was someone who gave Major Collins orders and he was under someone’s command it wasn’t a relationship of superior and junior. No, Major Collins developed relationships of mutual respect. I seriously doubted that anyone would meet the Marine and fail to recognize his capability, his proficiency, his intelligence and his presence. It was a presence that gave you confidence that you could never catch him unawares or unprepared, or if there was a crisis he would know how to deal with it. I wanted to be just like him. There aren’t many people you meet in your life who fit the definition of hero for you. I think everyone has a different set of qualifications for that title, and bestowing it, even secretly, provokes an instant internal argument about worthiness. You will never give that title casually. The person has to fit a very strict set of requirements but there is always one requirement that is the same for everyone: there can be no discernible character flaws. And right now I couldn’t find a single flaw in Major Collins. And even when he didn’t have to, when we didn’t deserve it, he treated a bunch of young Army Privates as men worthy of his time. Major had my deep respect and more than anything he was someone I wanted to emulate. “Everyone take a seat, breathe down from your run, get your heartbeat down to one beat per second. By now it shouldn’t take you long to calm your body.” Collins spoke. “Master the physical with your mind. Remember you are in control, you decide the state of your muscles, your nerves, your organs. If you are tired, refuse to be tired. If you are in pain, refuse the pain. You are in control. You decide. Internalize that as a foundational belief, an unshakeable truth. When your mind believes it to be true, it IS true. Breathe in - two - three, Out - two-three.” Collins’ voice was low, monotone, soothing and hypnotic. “When you’re ready, close your eyes and find your center. Empty your mind.” I now found the transition easy and immediate. I no longer had to go through the process of erasing all feeling and existence of my limbs one by one, then my core, then my head. I floated free in the emptiness with no effort now. While I still had to close my eyes to initiate the transition, it took no time at all for my mind to shift. My instructions from the Major were to maintain this mental state through my entire workout, through conversations with my men, all interactions and physical activity. I’d been practicing at odd moments during my training and it was amazing to me how calm and clear my mind felt, how confident and efficient my body motions were. Decisions were immediate and sure, and when I spoke my words came easy and I expressed my thoughts exactly. Everything was easier when I didn’t try to control every motion, thought and word and instead let my automatic brain handle as much as it could, which left my conscious mind to actually think, consider, and examine the input from the world. The effect was an oxymoron… I responded faster but in an unhurried, relaxed, smooth and almost casual way. It was… it was like being weightless. The clarity of focus I possessed in this state felt amazing to me. As my eyes glanced over the twelve or so Bravos that were in the weight room I could immediately read their intentions, see their actions in relation to a purpose and figure out from their interactions where their heads were in this moment. Weeble had a steely determination now, something he hadn’t ever elicited in the 8 months I’d known him. He’d always been determined but it was weakened by worry, a bit of desperation, and a belief he was inferior and had to catch up. This steel I saw in him now felt dangerous. He was giving off a distinct ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe and had I sensed he was on the edge of losing control I might have stepped in. Instead, I felt proud of him because rather than sensing erratic unpredictability, this steely determination was solid. He was interacting with the brothers like he was one of them, finally. He didn’t seem small anymore. I turned my focus onto Zeus, curious about what I might see. Just about all the time Zeus was a featureless pane of smooth glass. He didn’t emote, he didn’t look around in curiosity, he barely spoke. Stoic and stone. But now, even though Zeus was no more animated than usual I could see subtle behaviors: the quick dart of his eyes towards Sleeper; how when Sleeper was near him Zeus leaned slightly, just barely towards him; the way Zeus’s eyes softened just a bit when Sleeper spoke. The clues were so minute and tiny a casual observer would never see them. Just then Sleeper said something to Zeus out of the side of his mouth, a whispered comment, something private. Zeus lit up to my senses like a fucking atomic bomb went off: Joy, happiness, love, so intense and bright and then just as fast restraint and … shame? Even as an observer that felt like a spear plunged into my gut. And looking over to Sleeper, standing just a foot away from Zeus… sadness, confusion, desire and desolation. Sleeper lifted his hand an inch towards Zeus and just as quickly aborted the movement. Intense frustration came off my best friend in pulsating waves. A brief moment that took 3 seconds to elapse immolated all hope and happiness. I guess they’d made a decision. I just hoped they could live with it. I knew what they were giving up. I lived two years with the sort of pain they were going to endure. The reasons they were telling themselves, the necessity they felt right now, none of those things mattered, but I was reluctant to interfere. I couldn’t save them from this. And I couldn’t watch it crumble anymore, not in this state where I saw every wound they inflicted upon each other. It was too easy to see myself and Kevin in their place. I looked away. Men, in their attempt to be stronger men, are fools. Every fucking one of us. Letting my eyes roam around the weight room I saw Major Collins looking directly at me. I saw his eyes dart over to Sleeper and Zeus, then back at me. His stare was direct. Had I not been in this state his examination would have felt awkward and uncomfortable. I know he saw everything I saw. His look was intended to tell me he knew, and that he knew that I knew. His face gave nothing else away. He didn’t have to reveal that, I could tell he had the control that would never reveal anything he didn’t want anyone to know. He meant for me to see that. He also meant for me to know he was studying me. Studying all the Bravos. It wasn’t information I didn’t already have, he’d just about told me during our brief question and answer session Monday night. But in this situation, I felt like he was more interested in my reaction to what I saw. I couldn’t help feeling like a lab rat. I also wondered if knowing that he was watching me would change my behavior. A quick calculation told me it didn’t matter and I didn’t care. It wouldn’t change the things I did. I dismissed the Major from my awareness. This mental state made such decisions easy. I watched Chunk, Alaska and Cellblock working out together. Solid, dedicated guys completely focused on their current task of dumbbell shoulder presses. Behind them I saw Lamont from the Charlies, his gaze seemed fixed on Chunk’s beefy ass that was tightly encased in his stretched Army sweats. Interesting. ************************* LAMONT His fight to resist scoping out the fit, muscular soldiers around him in the gym was halfhearted at best. Although it wasn’t the best ass in the room, Tanner’s butt was a favorite because it reminded him of a guy from his previous unit, his roommate in the barracks dorm, Chad Benton. Benton and he weren’t really friends, more like a relationship forced through shared habitation. Benton was one of those straight guys that had a naturally tough masculinity that made him oblivious to everyone else’s wants, needs or irritations. Or maybe it was his inherent brainless dumbness. When he undressed, he threw whatever he’d been wearing on the floor of their room. He didn’t talk to Lamont much and resorted to non-committal grunts most of the time if he bothered to respond at all. Benton had a muscular, beefy body that was at least partially on display at all times, six foot tall with dark hair and an ever present 5 o’clock shadow in spite of being clean shaven. He was one of those beefy guys that didn’t have to work out to maintain muscle. As he got older Benton would lose the fitness of youth though, and he’d just turn fat. Benton barely maintained regs in his appearance, somewhat sloppy and careless. Lamont would have written him off completely if it hadn’t been for two prominent physical attributes - his big, beautiful muscular ass, and his thick, meaty cock and balls. His complete lack of personality could be forgiven because of those two gifts which he proudly paraded daily in the showers and in their room. Lamont’s favorite mental picture of Benton was when he laid naked on his bed with his legs spread wide, his back leaned up against his pillow against the wall and one knee up, allowing Lamont a direct view of his heavy flaccid cock surrounded by dark and dense pubic hair, usually reading a comic book. Maybe just looking at the pictures, Lamont was sure Benton wasn’t that good at reading. Just below his large nutsack, because of the position of his legs, Lamont also had a clear view of Benton’s tight puckered asshole. Lamont imagined Tanner’s ass (The Bravos called him Chunk) was exactly like Benton’s, and he wondered if it would feel just as good sliding his dick in Tanner’s ass as it had fucking Benton. Lamont felt a little sorry for Benton, but not too much. Benton wasn’t much smarter than a rock. The term Dumb Grunt was custom made for Benton, just a big lug of muscle who had to be pointed in the right direction and told what to do. You couldn’t expect him to think anything through and Lamont suspected most of the time Benton didn’t understand anything someone said to him. The most Lamont had ever heard Benton say in one period of time was the first time he’d fucked the straight boy’s tight meaty ass. It had been easier than he’d thought it was going to be. Benton came back to the room after duty one day in a bad mood. Unwisely, Lamont asked what was wrong, but in retrospect everything that followed happened because for once Benton didn’t just grunt in response. “Sergeant yelled at me.” Benton said without elaborating. “What for?” Lamont asked, trying to talk himself out of investing any more energy in Benton’s fuck up. He really didn’t care, Benton was always fucking up. “I fell asleep.” ‘Again? Yeah, of course you did, on duty’, Lamont thought to himself. He watched Benton strip off his uniform, letting the various pieces drop wherever he was standing at the time they left his body. Lamont knew Benton would pick them up in the morning and wear them again, including his underwear. His uniform would be wrinkled, probably smell like day old sweat, and their Sarge would yell at him again. In the meantime, for the rest of the evening Benton would step on them or kick them out of his way. When he was finished stripping naked, Benton stepped over to his bed and flopped face down, his meaty muscled ass globes jiggling like jello as he settled. Briefly, Benton pushed himself to his knees on all fours to readjust his pillow, exposing every juicy inch of his ass, his tight puckered pink hole, his big hanging balls, all of it facing Lamont and sending a jolt to his dick. If it had been anyone else, someone smarter, Lamont would have taken it for a signal, or maybe not. It wasn’t a position any self respecting man would assume in front on another, knees spread, ass pushed out, hole exposed, all of it pointed directly at another man’s face. But Benton was oblivious, so fucking dumb. Lamont wondered how dumb, and decided to test it. He got up from his bed and walked over. “Sorry Benton.” He said, trying to sound sympathetic. He put a hand on Benton’s shoulder. The big animal just grunted. “How about a rubdown? It’ll make you feel better.” He said, putting just enough disinterest in his voice that it couldn’t be taken as any sort of eagerness on his part. Another grunt. Lamont took that as a yes. He started slow at the shoulders, still off to the side, kneading and pushing the thick muscles in his hands. He moved down to Benton’s shoulder blades, then flared his hands to grab and pushed back up to his traps. Benton groaned. “Harder” he mumbled. “Okay, but I have to get on top to put more pressure.” Lamont said, and stood up. He undid the buckle on his uniform trousers and lowered them. Benton opened one eye. “Why are you taking off your pants?” Lamont shrugged. “My buckle. You’re naked, it’s going to dig in and might cut you. Don’t worry, I’m keeping my underwear on.” Benton’s answering grunt and subsequent closing his eyes was an agreement. Lamont removed his BDU trousers the rest of the way and laid them carefully on the end of his bunk. If Benton was still looking, he’d see Lamont’s boxers tented with a rigid hard on. But he wasn’t looking, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Much. Lamont straddled Benton’s hips and nestled his crotch right on Benton’s meaty, round ass before returning his hands to Benton’s back and started back in on the wide expanse of his roommate’s upper back. As he pushed, massaged, and manipulated the hardness there, he made sure to grind his now leaking dick into the part of Benton he was really after. With the constant movement over the course of the next few minutes, his cock had found its way out of the fly of his boxers and was now sliding freely up and down Benton’s crack which was generously coated with a lubricating layer of precum. Benton appeared relaxed and unaware. Perhaps he was asleep. His breathing was regular and slow. Lamont took a moment to pull his balls through the fly as well, then resumed his motions. He began long rubs up Benton’s back, slowly descending along his spine with every stroke until he was starting and ending at the top of Benton’s beefy ass. The feel of Benton’s hot wet asscheeks on his cock and balls was a sweet torture and he now had a constant and steady flow of pre cum going. He went lower onto Benton’s ass with his hands, always making sure to return up his broad back before resuming his way down. On his third trip he pushed Benton’s cheeks apart and pushed his throbbing cock between them before letting them go. Benton didn’t move, his breathing hadn’t changed. He made sure to keep his motions slow, steady, and smooth, enjoying the enveloping heat of Benton’s ass cheeks as he slid between them, up and down. He pulled his hips back a little further, letting his cock head begin at a lower point. He knew it was somewhere close to Benton’s asshole, that pink pucker he wanted to slide his dick inside. He pushed gently, until his cock slid up this dumb grunt’s valley and his balls rested against him. It was going to take everything he had not to penetrate him. But the dance of uncertainty was its own pleasure. He continued his constant attention to Benton’s back while continuing his thrusts between cheeks, often having to readjust as his dick caught on the deeper crease of Benton’s asshole. “You still awake, Benton?” He asked, keeping his voice soft and low. A short grunt was his only answer. So the animal was awake. He either didn’t realize it was Lamont’s hard cock knocking at his back door, or didn’t care. He decided to continue everything he’d been doing. Maybe Benton was enjoying the massage enough that he liked the sensations he was getting. Lamont knew a little asshole rubbing felt pretty good. The next time his cock caught on the edge of Benton’s hole, he left it there and simply varied the pressure as he rubbed up and down Benton’s back with his hands. After about ten seconds, Benton grunted and said “What are you doing?” Lamont stopped. “What do you mean? I’m rubbing your back. You want me to stop?” Benton was quiet for a few seconds. “No, I guess if you’re just doing my back it’s okay. Just….” “What Benton?” “I dunno. Nothing I guess. It just feels like you’re doing something to my ass.” He said in a sleepy voice. “Nah man, I’m just sitting on it. But you know there’s nerves in your back that go down to your ass. If I press on them, it’ll feel like a sensation in your ass.” Lamont explained. “Really?” Benton replied, puzzled. “Yeah man. You didn’t know that? Wow. I thought everyone knew that. Here, I’ll show you.” Lamont said, moving back. “Let’s see, it should be somewhere around here…just relax, you’ll feel a jolt when I find it.” With one hand, Lamont pretended to focus on an area near Benton’s spine on his lower back. With his other, he guided his dick towards Benton’s lower ass crack. “Here?” He said, pressing down and rubbing his dick on the skin just at the top of Benton’s thick thighs where his ass started. “It’s close, but not like before.” Benton mumbled. “Maybe here?” Lamont chose an area an inch away by his spine, and simultaneously pushed his dick into Benton’s crack, right at his hole. “Unnnnnggggghhhh, yeah, that’s it.” He groaned. “Does it hurt?” Lamont asked, grinning and exerting pressure. “Ahhhhhhhh, no, just weird, unnnnnggghhhh.” Lamont kept going. “Good weird or bad weird?” “Not bad weird. Oh wow. That’s just from a nerve?” Benton grunted, sliding his legs apart a bit more. “You want me to stop?” “N-n-no… just rub it, okay? You can keep going.” “Okay, man. I’m just trying to help you relax. You want me to stay on this spot for a bit? I’ve had it done before, after a while it feels pretty good.” He could feel his dick spurt out another stream of precum right on Benton’s hole. “Yeah, it feels nice.” Lamont chuckled softly. “Depending on how hard or soft I press on the nerve, it’ll feel different, but don’t worry. It’s just your brain being fooled, like hitting your elbow sends sparks to your hands.” And he began rubbing down into the spot on Benton’s back alternating pressure and the area while gradually thrusting his hips. He noticed Benton’s hips moving with him, his legs trying to spread. Eventually Benton said “You can do it harder. It’s so weird that a massage does this.” “Are you sure? It might hurt. I don’t want to hurt you, just get you to relax. You sure you can take it? Remember, it’s like your elbow…sometimes it just tingles, sometimes it hurts like a motherfucker.” “Yeah, it’s okay. I won’t get mad if it hurts.” Benton mumbled. Lamont noticed he was drooling. “Okay, here goes, say stop if you can’t take it.” Lamont took both thumbs and pushed into the spot on Benton’s spine while pushing with his hips. He felt Benton’s hole spread open around his cock. “Oooooooofffffffff”, Benton released the air in his lungs. “that’s it buddy, doing great. How’s that feel?” He asked, still keeping the pressure. “So weird, but like I’m taking a shit.” “Yeah, I guess it does feel a little like that. But that’s normal. The only time your asshole ever feels anything is when you shit, so it makes sense it would feel like that. Don’t worry, you aren’t actually taking a shit, it’s just your brain being fooled.” “Fuck… “. Benton groaned as Lamont very slowly eased deeper in, then pulled back. Benton spread his legs a little more. Lamont was close. His cock had already been primed and ready when he was stroking up and down Benton’s ass cheeks, and now that he was halfway inside the snug warm virgin grunt hole he felt his balls churning. He kept his movements steady, in and out in perfect time with his hands rubbing the spot he’d told Benton made his ass feel like that. The beefy muscle ape was moaning with what sounded like satisfaction. Lamont suddenly felt his cum begin to boil up and he knew he had to keep his orgasm quiet, but it was going to be extremely difficult. It was going to be intense, and he knew it was going to be one of the hottest cums he’d ever had. Benton didn’t even know he was being fucked. He was so beautifully stupid. The situation was even more erotic because Lamont hadn’t set out to actually get his dick inside Benton this time. He thought he’d have to play a long seduction game which may or may not have paid off. But this, this was incredible. His hot jizz began pouring out of his cock, he could feel it flowing up his shaft and sizzling past the opening of his piss slit, spraying out into Benton’s slimy muscle chute. Long spurt after long spurt kept flowing, amazing Lamont with the sheer volume he knew he was depositing secretly inside Benton’s straight man ass. He imagine an ever growing thick puddle of white cum filling Benton’s hole. Fuck, that felt so good. So fucking hot. He felt the last spasms take him. He knew he was breathing a little hard. He used it as an excuse. “Shit, man, that takes a lot of energy. Let me lay off for now, do the rest of you, cool?” “Okay. That was good. Thanks for showing me that.” Benton replied, still mumbling into his sheets as Lamont slowly let up pressure on Benton’s back muscle while he pulled his dick free from the ape’s tight muscle hole. “Did you like it? When I had it done to me it felt kinda good when I got used to the feeling.” Lamont said, trying to keep his breath moderately under control. “Yeah, I liked the warm part at the end.” Lamont chuckled. “I don’t know anything about that, man, but I’m not an expert at this so anything is possible. Glad you liked it. Let me do your ass and legs, if you want me to keep going. But not for much longer, hitting that muscle so hard kind wore me out.” “It’s okay. I’m gonna sleep.” Benton said, and within seconds he was snoring softly. After returning to his bunk Lamont watched Benton curl up on his side after a few minutes, and he could see his cum leak out of Bentons still wet and shiny asshole. The sight almost made him get up and walk over to shove his still hard dick back in. Lamont was surprised when just a few days later Benton asked for another massage, and not long into it he said “do that thing again” which Lamont was only too happy to perform. Soon, Lamont could tell Benton enjoyed that part the most, which made him a little more aggressive, fucking Benton deeper, a couple times he did him twice in a row. Benton always fell asleep after. He never commented on the cum dripping out of his ass. After a couple weeks of daily ‘massages’, Lamont realized the effort was not as much of a thrill as it had first been, so he embarked on another plan. He withheld his dick, which confused Benton immensely. “Why doesn’t it feel like that anymore?” he asked Lamont. “I don’t know, man.” Lamont lied. “Maybe you’re desensitized. You can overwork a nerve, you know. Like how if you sit wrong your leg goes numb? Maybe it’s like that. I’m pushing on it like I always have.” Benton grunted. He did not like that answer. “Will it come back?” Poor, dumb Benton. “Maybe. Can you still feel it when you take a shit?” He asked. Benton nodded. “Took a big one this morning, felt real good. Like a big snake coming out.” Lamont closed his eyes. “Too much information, Benton. I don’t want to know how big your dumps are.” “Well it was. I eat a lot.” Benton continued, oblivious as usual. “So your asshole is fine, it’s the nerve in your back that’s overworked.” Lamont said, trying to change the subject. “So how do I get it back?” The clueless look on Benton’s face would have been laughable if Lamont didn’t already understand Benton couldn’t add 2 and 2 together. “Hell if I know, man. Have you tried playing with your ass?” “That’s dirty.” Benton scowled. Lamont sighed. “Well then looks like you’re out of luck. Sorry man. Maybe it’ll come back if you leave it alone for a while.” Lamont said as if he didn’t care whether Benton got his ‘feeling’ again or not. It only took a week before Benton came back to their barracks room with a comically determined look on his face. After throwing his uniform, underwear, undershirt and socks all over the room he sat on his bed facing Lamont, naked and legs spread, his meat hanging down to rest against the bed. “Show me how.” Was all he said in his rough, grunting voice. Lamont looked up at him. “Show you what?” Benton at least had the sense to look a slight bit embarrassed. But he soldiered on. “The ass thing. Show me how to do the ass thing. I gotta sleep, and I sleep better after.” “You want me to play with your ass? Dude, that’s dirty, like you said. You haven’t even showered. Go scrub it clean and maybe. I don’t go around playing with a dude’s asshole, so you’re going to owe me big.” Lamont replied. Benton hopped up immediately, as if he was eager. Lamont got a small surge of enjoyment from seeing Benton’s fairly thick soft cock and heavy nuts bounce. He wondered how big it got when it was hard. Lamont had seen and played with enough dicks to suspect it was the kind that didn’t get too much longer, just puffed up thick. But he knew touching Benton’s dick was a definite deal breaker. Every interaction they’d had was when Benton was face down on his stomach. Lamont wondered if getting fucked made Benton hard, even if he didn’t realize he was being fucked. So Lamont waited until Benton got back from the shower, his towel over his shoulder. It wasn’t unusual to see the guys walking to or from the shower naked wearing only flip flops and carrying their grooming items in one hand, their towel in the other. Benton threw his towel on the floor, almost exactly in the same spot he’d gotten it from before he left. Who knew how many days he’d used it? He laid face down on his bunk and said “show me”. He fidgeted a little, spreading his legs apart slightly. Lamont decided that was not good enough, he went over with his pillow, and grabbed Benton’s pillow as well. “On your knees, let’s get these pillows under your hips. I can’t see what I’m working with.” Benton obeyed with a grunt and soon Lamont had Benton’s beefy muscle ass propped up and spread, exposing his still wet hole from the shower. Just for fun, Lamont grabbed each of Benton’s cheeks and spread them further apart. “Did you clean it good?” A grunt. Then he said “twice” out loud. Lamont leaned in and sniffed. “Smells clean. Fine. Look, I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m just going to try stuff, you say if it’s good, or close to what you felt before, okay?” One grunt. Just seeing Benton spread open, propped up, ready for anything Lamont was going to do to his tight linebacker ass had Lamont hard and leaking. Now Benton was doing it willingly and he wanted Lamont to touch his ass. Lamont figured he pretty much had an open door to do whatever he could think of. “Wait!” Benton suddenly said, pushing up onto his hands and knees and looking back at Lamont. “What?” Lamont asked, taking his hands off Benton’s ample butt. “Don’t tell no one.” Benton growled. Lamont heaved a sigh. “Dude, do you think I’m going to tell anyone I put my hands all over a guy’s ass, touched his asshole? Hell no. And you better not tell anyone either. This shit is fucked up, and I’m only doing it because you asked and we’re roommates. Don’t tell anyone about any of this, not the massages, the nerve, this shit. They’re only going to ask a lot of questions and laugh.” Benton scowled and screwed up his face in a grimace. “Yeah. Okay. Do it.” Lamont felt a momentary irritation at what sounded like a command, as if Benton was in any way in control of this situation. But, Lamont guessed that Benton needed to feel like he was the one making all this happen. Benton flopped back down, crossed his arms and laid his cheek on them while his ass was raised and exposed. “Here, spread your legs a bit more.” Lamont said, pushing Bentons knees even further apart and up along side his hips. Damn, Benton’s little butthole was so tight and tiny there between his big meaty cheeks. Lamont reached out and ran his thumb over it while stretching Benton’s cheeks even further apart. Benton moaned. “Is that it, man?” “No, it feels good though.” Benton pushed back against his thumb as he was swirling it around the ape’s shitter. “That’s just my thumb. You want more?” Lamont asked. He received a single grunt in response. Lamont drooled a healthy wad of spit right down on Benton’s hole, then rubbed it in, before dropping even more into Benton’s crack. Benton continued moaning, so Lamont pressed harder with his thumb. “Unnnnnngggghhhhh, yeah, yeah” Benton grunted and pushed back. Lamont fished his hard cock through the fly on his boxers and laid it between Benton’s cheeks alongside his thumb. He milked his shaft to push out a long rope of precum then rubbed it around Benton’s hole with his dick. He knew it was time to go in. He pushed his thumb just inside the outer rim of Benton’s hot little sphincter and Benton gasped. “Ooooooohhhhh, yeah. More. It feels so close.” “Yeah?” Lamont asked. “That’s my thumb going up your ass, is that what you want? You want me to finger your hole?” Benton grunted and pushed back. “I need to hear you say it, Benton. I need to know I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want. Tell me you want me to go up your ass, inside you.” Benton moaned. “Yeah, feels good. Do it deeper.” Lamont chuckled. Benton was still shying away from begging to have his hole violated. Too much man, not enough brains. Big, dumb, and tough. Lamont put his index and middle finger in his mouth, then pushed both inside Benton’s tight hole. “Oh fuck…that’s it.” Benton groaned. “It feels the same. Unnnnggghhhh” Lamont watched Benton’s meaty body completely relax and at the same time his hole loosened. Lamont began twisting his fingers, pulling on Benton’s muscle ring and slowly moving in and out. He noticed Benton moving his hips along with the movement, undulating the round globes of his glutes while he was being fingered. “More, do more.” Benton demanded, his fists gripping the bed sheets tight. His eyes were closed and a wet drool mark was appearing below his mouth. Lamont grinned. “You want more? I have something a little bigger if you think it’ll work.” “Yeah. I want it.” Benton grunted in pleasure. “Okay, here goes.” Lamont didn’t bother using more spit, just milked his cock for more precum that he smeared over Benton’s now pliable hole. Something about this beast submitting himself like this really had Lamont’s blood pumping. He slid his hard 7 inches slowly through the dumb ape’s orifice, relishing the feel of the warm flesh gripping the circumference of his cock. “Unnnnnggghhhhh, more.” Benton didn’t have many words. He also was severely limited in the noises he made. A grunt, a growl, a moan, that was it. For the first time, Lamont buried his cock in Benton’s warm fuck meat to the balls. It felt so fucking good, the heat, the pressure, the grip, how his balls pressed against Benton’s taint, feeling the generous cushion of Benton’s round ass against his hips. Lamont ground his hips side to side. Benton was meeting him with small grinding movements of his own. Lamont grabbed Benton by the hips and pulled back, then buried his cock again. Benton suddenly stiffened up and jerked his head up. “What are you doing?” Lamont snorted. “Putting my dick in you, that’s what you wanted.” He took another thrust, making Benton grunt. “No! Stop!” And Benton pulled off. “That’s dirty. You didn’t tell me it was your dick.” Lamont crossed his arms over his chest. “Hey, you’re the one that wanted this, I’m just doing this to help you out. Whatever man. Play with your own ass. You think I have shit laying around to stick up your ass? You wanted more, my dick was the only thing I had. I didn’t want to do all this to begin with. Look, I’m not judging you for liking your ass messed with. I like it sometimes myself. But you need to get your head right or don’t do it at all.” “It’s gay. I’m not gay.” Benton scowled, and by this time he’d turned his ass away from Lamont and sat on his heels, grabbed a pillow and put it over his crotch. Lamont shook his head. “Whatever man. It’s only gay if you’re into dudes. If you’re not into dudes, it’s just like getting your back scratched, or when you get your hair cut and the barber puts his hands all over your head. Do you care when the medic does a hernia check at physicals? Or he does a prostate check and sticks his finger in your ass? No, you don’t. So you don’t really care when a guy puts his hands on you or puts things in your ass. But somehow, you’re mad at ME.” Benton’s angry face relaxed a bit. “Okay. But it’s your dick.” Lamont raised his eyebrows. “So what? You said it felt real good up until you knew it was my dick. Fuck, this is stupid, sitting here naked talking about this bullshit. Go get a carrot from the commissary and play with your own ass.” Benton’s shoulders deflated. “Is that what you do?” “What? Stick carrots in my ass? Nah. Trust me, it doesn’t feel good. But I don’t know what choice you have.” It took all of two weeks for Benton to break down and agree to get his ass fucked. Lamont secretly suspected Benton had actually been trying different things to stick up his ass and he couldn’t find the same satisfaction. Even though Lamont wanted to fuck Benton brutally to take out some of his bad temper over Benton’s stupidity, he held himself back and actually made an effort to really give Benton a good dick down he would enjoy so instead of jackhammering him he took it slow and easy, smooth and reserved. The result was the same as always: Benton face down, eyes closed, mouth open and drooling, body completely limp, moaning like a 2 dollar whore. Lamont did wonder if Benton experienced a sexual thrill from it, or just enjoyed the experience of focusing on his ass and forgetting about everything else. At first Lamont had a crisis of conscience about the whole thing. The first time honestly just happened, it got away from him. He usually only fucked around with civilians off base. Fucking another Army broke almost all of his rules. Plus, manipulating poor dumb Benton who only had half a brain, if he even had that much, was morally questionable at best. With anyone else, Lamont would have shrugged and told himself ‘hey, they’re a grown man, they know what’s up, they’re just choosing to play along’. But not Benton, he truly didn’t know any better. However, Benton wasn’t just stupid. He was inconsiderate, sloppy, careless, neglected his duty, picked on junior soldiers who couldn’t fight back and was in general gross, a bully, always in a foul mood and treated everyone like a dick. Everyone in the unit had to pick up Benton’s slack. He was probably the most useless soldier Lamont had ever met, definitely the most useless human being. So while Lamont may have felt a twinge of guilt for turning the stupid ape into his fuck puppet, the guilt didn’t last long. And even back when Benton didn’t realize he was getting fucked, he’d never even said a single ‘thank you’ for the massages at least, forget about making his ass feel good. No, Lamont no longer felt like an asshole for using Benton’s muscle chute to dump a hot load. Hell, Benton was so fucking dumb he hadn’t even realized he was getting pumped full of jizz almost every afternoon. He just thought ‘the warm part’ was the end of the massage. And ‘the warm part’ was going to happen soon. Lamont had been slow dicking Benton for a good twenty minutes, varying his angle, his depth, pulling all the way out while keeping Benton’s ass cheeks spread so that his hole gaped open, then sliding just the head it and out. Benton liked that part. “I’m almost done, man.” Lamont said. Grunt. ‘Fuck you’ Lamont thought. That was where they were at. Benton didn’t give a fuck about Lamont, just needed him to service his ass. Lamont didn’t give a single fuck about Benton, just enjoyed the feel of Benton’s hole, and the thrill of turning this dumb straight muscle grunt into his personal willing fuckhole. Well, this time was going to be a first, which Lamont would enjoy. He’d be burying his cock balls deep shooting his nut as deep up Benton’s hole as he could get it. He’d always had to finish shallow before, so that Benton wouldn’t feel his hips against his ass. This time Lamont began thrusting hard as he felt the cum boil up and his balls begin to churn. “Oh…Yeah…Oh…good….unnnghhh….unnnghhhh…” Benton was actually enjoying the rougher fuck. So Lamont really gave it to him. “Oh…oh….oh…fuck….oh God…oh no….oh fuck…OH…OH…OH” Benton started breathing hard and something about it told Lamont Benton was probably having an orgasm. “Here comes the warm part.” Lamont whispered and jammed his hard 7 inches all the way in and started emptying his balls inside the ape’s fuckhole. It took about five thrusts to finish completely as Lamont pushed down on Benton’s shoulder with his hands, pinning Benton’s ass with his hips. After a few seconds, Lamont dismounted. As usual, Benton just grunted, rolled onto his side, pulled his blanket up and curled up to fall asleep and snore. ‘You’re welcome, fucking ape’. Lamont went to take a shower, and after that he got his uniform ready for tomorrow. He wondered if the other guys in the unit were doing anything this evening, he didn’t want to stay in the room. ******* Lamont realized he’d been daydreaming and his mind came back to focus. He realized he’d been staring at Chunk’s ass and wondered how long he’d been daydreaming. Yeah, Chunk had the same type ass as Benton, big, full, hard…like a rugby player, it literally threatened to break out of his stretched sweat pants. He took a quick glance around to see if anyone had noticed, but it looked like everyone else was busy. Everyone except Brickmann…uh Assmunch, he corrected himself. Assmunch was looking directly at him. That dude didn’t miss much. When Assmunch raised one eyebrow and a smirk touched his lips, Lamont grinned and shrugged. He saw a chuckle shake Assmunch’s shoulders. They were beyond any animosity now, and had become Brothers. He pointed at Chunk’s ass then held his hands up as if grabbing his ass cheeks, then put a look of surprise on his face. That made Assmunch laugh. Well, it was going to be an early night, they’d be out of their racks at 0300, probably in the air at 0430 to start their night jump, which would take three hours to get everyone on the ground. Graduation was set for 0900. Lamont hoped to be fast asleep by 2130.

Punched a young guys V-card the other day. Partner was away (hooking up with his fwb), so I had this young guy over. He was really eager but wanted to use condoms. I said if that was the case, we just wouldn’t do anal. He was really eager though, so eventually he just started riding my cock bare. We fucked most of the afternoon, shot two more loads in him. He was kinda all over the place, you could tell he was a little green. Then, as he’s putting on his shoes he says “you’re my first ever hook up!” And I was like what? “But you’ve had sex before right?” And he says, “nope. Never did anal”

its not wild..its like waiting ages on a bus then 3 turn up all at once 😄

An uncle of mine. I was probably 12 or 13 (I knew I was gay at 5), and he was living with us, probably after getting out of prison for something or other (so he was probably familiar with man on man sex even though he wasn't gay). I don't remember what I did, but I DO remember he was in nothing but boxers and probably had been shaving. He's holding me down on the carpet in the living room and complaining that I play too much! My mother (his sister) wasn't home. He must've been holding me by my shoulders because my memory is that I could easily have reached up into the gap of his boxers, but I stopped myself for some reason. (By that point, I had already played with two cousins, so us being related wouldn't have been the reason why.) The cable guy in the mid-to-late 90's. Don't remember if this was when I first moved into the building or when I moved into the apartment next to the one I had been living in (inverse orientation from my original apartment). I remember overalls unbuttoned 3 or 4 buttons and a pelt of hair peeking through. 👅I probably had a Chippendales calendar in the living room (cause I didn't have a TV in the bedroom) and he mentioned something about liking pictures like that. But it didn't register until AFTER he left! 😖 That was back when I was a bottom and I would've given that man ANYthing he wanted as long as he got nekkid and I could explore his hairy body! There have been others I wanted to have sex with and didn't for whatever reason, but, under torture, I couldn't even tell you who they were! The two above definitely count as ones that got away!

Isn't the "etiquette" in this scenario what we refer to as the "Golden Rule"? The "Golden Rule" is the principle of treating others as one wants to be treated.

If someone makes the effort to message me, I will try my best to reply politely saying no thanks, sorry not my type etc and wish them well on their search. If they continue to tap/message etc then I may end up resorting to the block button. I find instant blocking to be quite rude and very judgemental. There is a real person on the other side of a message. That said, I know there have been instances where I have ignored/not answered and that is usually when i am in a down moment....and that is why I try not to ignore/block.

9 Punishment and reward Brad, who had fallen asleep after playing with his ass because his master hadn't come anymore, woke up. He had woken up sober and for the first time since he was in the room, he wasn't upset with his thoughts. Because of the rest he had received yesterday, a kind of acceptance had come over him and a need for it. Acceptance of his situation that he could not change it anyway, he began to feel affection for his master, in need of chems because he had already become addicted to the intoxication and its exciting effect. The thoughts of His body had become accustomed to the use and began to long for it. His thoughts were no longer the things of his past life but they consisted of almost complete sex and especially extreme sex with men. He was still enjoying himself in his bed and was pulling on his stiff morning erection. His other hand went to his cunt and he no longer felt a tense sphincter but a slightly gaping hole. His finger slid in on its own and he started fingering himself while playing with his cock. He withdrew his hand and thought that he had to get ready for should the master come along. He got up and stepped to the place where he had to rinse himself, he also refreshed himself for a moment and when he was done he went back to the bed. Just as he took a seat on the bed, Jack came in. Brad got a warm feeling about himself at the sight of Jack. Get on your knees and put your head down and don't look at me slut jack said in a commanding tone, from now on when I get into the room I want you to greet me like that. Brad was shocked by Jack's hard way of talking and did what was asked of him without hesitation. Jack took some wristbands, ankle straps and a blindfold. He put the wrist and ankle straps on his slut and put the blindfold on him. Brad had to stand up again and Jack saw that this had to excite Brad because he saw that he had a stiff pole. What do we have here slut, are you excited ? Inside Jack was happy with what he saw, it meant that Brad had changed and that his work had paid off but he couldn't let Brad know. This can't be slut, you're not here for your own pleasure, you're here just for my pleasure, Brad had to know his place and that place was not at the top of the chain but at the bottom. He pulled Brad's hair and asked him if he had in the time he had been everything. Brad who was shocked by what happened and by the harshness with which he was treated again lied and said no master I have not sprayed any seed yet. You're lying slut said Jack, I know you've been jerking that you've cum and you've been licking your own seed. Brad tried again to say he hadn't done it and Jack patted him on the back of his head. Do you think I'm retarded or something. He took some chains and attached the wristbands to them. The feeling of fear and fright took over to Brad and he hoped that he was just fastened to scare. For a moment it was quiet in the room, Jack looked with a smile on his face at the terrified Brad who did not know what was going to happen. Brad heard footsteps it was Jack who walked up to the wall to take some attributes again. He came back to Brad and without saying anything he placed some squeezers on Brad's tiles, he was startled and curled his toes from the pain. Then Jack took only squeezers and placed them all over Brad's body. The last 3 he placed on the back limp dick and sack of his slut who couldn't hold it anymore and started moaning from the pain signals his body was giving him. Silence said Jack, this is the punishment you get for lying and for playing with your pole without permission. Jack took a seat behind Brad and started hitting his slut's body with his whip. With each stroke Brad gave moaning sounds coming from the mouth of Brad's toes curled he curled in pain and he tried to bite the pain but the pain signals came from all sides of his body. Jack enjoyed this and went one step further. He stopped flogging for a moment and took the chains and hoisted them a little higher so that Brad could only stand on his toes and had trouble standing in one place. Jack took the whip back and now came to stand in front of Brad. He tapped quietly against one of the squeezers and Brad felt the squeezer start to slide over his skin and come loose. Unloading the squeezer was not a nice feeling, it was a painfully acute feeling that Brad got and he danced on his toes from the pain and wept loudly. Silence slut accepts your punishment. Brad tried to say sorry but there went the next squeezer and again he got a shot of pain. Jack took a step back. Do you know why you are being punished, he asked Brad. Brad was still bewildering the pain said as soon as he could yes, yes. Jack shook his head and now hit one of the squeezers with the whip so that it also came loose. This hurt even more and Brad let out a loud scream. Even though his mind was busy processing the pain shoots, he knew that he had answered wrongly. His thinking pattern had already changed and he said again as soon as he could yes master, I know why. The next battle followed and this time some pinchers fell off. Well so slut, you start to learn to always speak with two words to your master and creator. Sorry master, I won't do it again Brad exclaimed and in the meantime a few more blows followed. With each stroke, Brad howled and struggled to stay on his toes. Now only the squeezers remained on his nipples, she flaccid dick and sack. I hope you learned your lesson he said to Brad and hit the 3 squeezers of his dick and sack in 1 time. Brad screamed in pain. Jack put the whip away and stood next to Brad and whispered in his ear. What you have undergone now is nothing compared to what I can do to you. But I'vealready had to help you so that you can't play this with yourselfanymore because you can't control yourself. He went back to the wall and took a cock cage. Brad felt Jack touch his flaccid dick and felt something cold being put around it he heard a click of a lock. Jack took off Brad's blindfold, he squeezed his eyes in front of the bright light and he wanted to look down but that didn't work because Jack was holding his head. From now on I decide when to play with your dick, understood. Brad nodded and shei Yes sir. Jack pulled the squeezers on Brad's nipples and said I hope so, at that moment the squeezers unloaded and Brad moaned loudly. He pushed his thumbs on the nipples and the pain Brad was experiencing quickly ebbed away. Jack took hold of Brad's head and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth who answered the kiss with his tongue. For a moment Jack kissed Brad and when he interrupted the kiss he spat in the face of his slut. He unloaded the chains Brad was able to stand on his feet again but he was equally exhausted by the blows he had received and sank through his legs and fell to his knees. Well so slut he said to Brad, get right on your knees without asking. Jack came to stand in front of Brad who was still catching his breath, drinking slut. Brad opened his mouth and Jack stuck his flaccid dick in the mouth of his slut and started emptying his bladder. Brad who was still sober let it all happen because he was still exhausted from the blows he was getting and tried to swallow everything. The piss filled his entire mouth and a few drops fell to the ground. When Jack finished and pulled his pole out of Brad's mouth he saw that there were a few drops on the ground he pushed Brad's face into it. You know you can't let anything go to waste from me and Brad stuck out his tongue and licked the drops off the ground. Brad came back up and longed for a boost of chems, his body longing for a daze. Make your master hard said Jack and if you do your best you can get a reward. Brad opened his mouth and wanted to place his hands on Jack's body to find some support but he got a chat to his head. Without using your hands slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth again and took his master's half hard pole into his mouth and started sucking hard. Jack shook his head and pulled brad's hair and pulled his pole back. Did I tell you I want it hard. You may learn how to spoil a man's cock. A real whore starts quietly and spoils a cock because he likes to do it, you act like you want to get rid of it quickly. Start over. Brad nodded and said sorry master. You shouldn't say sorry slut you have to do it right. What else should I do with you if you can't even suck a dick properly. He opened his mouth and with his tongue he licked around his master's glans. He had to do well because his master's flaccid dick moved up and down through his lick and began to swell. He kissed and licked Jack's big thick mushroom and gently sucked it in. Good slut that's already much better said Jack. Brad quietly sucked at the top of his master's pole and worked it in little by little more until he was all the way in his's mouth. He felt Jack's dick getting harder and harder and filling his mouth more. The feeling of having a piss-smelling cock in his mouth made Brad horny and he felt that his cock wanted to get hard but that it didn't work out. He still hadn't seen what his master had done when he was blindfolded. He sucked and licked Jack's thick hard cock more and more intensely. Jack pulled his slut's hair and told him to learn to watch the man he sucked on his cock. Brad sucked on and now looked at his master. Jack shook his head and said slut you have 1 more chance or you'll get another lesson from me. You have to look like a slut enjoying himself, you have to look like a hungry whore who wants to suck the seed out of that cock and not like a scared or disinterested dick. Brad understood what his master was telling him to do and looked at his master as if he was licking a lollipop and enjoying the taste the lollipop gave him. That's already better, but you still have a lot to learn. Brad tasted his master's precum and he went into ecstasy, his eyes became smaller and began to turn slightly and for the first time Jack saw a sober slut look at Brad. Well so slut that is I wanted to see. Enjoy your master's fat pole. Jack grabbed Brad's head and pushed his pole deep into his throat. Brad was already able to suppress his gag reflex well and his throat became more and more accustomed to being fucked deep throat. Hmm this is the slut take your master's full pole inside. Jack started thrusting into the mouth of his slut and wanted to discharge his seed but stopped because he didn't think he deserved it yet. He withdrew his stiff drool-lined cock from his slut's mouth and went to the table where the chems were. Brad stayed on his knees and looked for the first time at his dick which was now trapped in a steel cage. He wanted to pull it but he knew if he did he would be punished again. Jack came back with a small mirror with 2 fat lines on it. Brad looked Jack in his eyes, those 2 lines were new to him, he was already used to smoking Tina or getting horny from a burning sensation in his cunt or getting a squirt. Here slut, daddy has for you your special vitamin K. You may soon pinch one nostril and sniff a line with your other slut and then you do the same with your other nostril. Dare to blow it away and you will pay for it. Brad's body calmed down at the thought of getting another shot of chems right away and he couldn't wait to work the line into his nose. He placed his index finger against his nostriland pushed it shut and like a pro he sniffed the first line inside. I see that you exactly need a new fix slut, so greedily sniffing that first line. Brad enjoyed the feeling of calm feeling he got from the line that had just disappeared into his nose. He now pinched his other nose and sniffed the other fat line. He came back to sit up, Jack grinning at the sight of Brad's face. Oh slut, you're a real drug whore. Clean your nose because it is full of white powder. Brad rubbed his hands over his nose and at that moment hitand into the chems. He started to float and his body felt like rubber. Jack straightened him up and Brad really struggled to get his body under control. How he had gotten that he could hardly control his own body anymore. Jack put him in the sling and fastened his arms and legs. He took a chair and the special lube and a jar of grease. Brad had trouble moving, he started drooling and his body felt numb. He saw Jack take a seat on the chair and he felt Jack push his fingers into his cunt. He felt the burning sensation rise again and he began to moan. Jack waited a moment and once pulled on Brad's trapped dick and hit his balls a few times. Brad barely reacted and Jack saw that his slut was flying wellw as. Jack grinned, ready for your first steedebutt slut. Brad mumbled something unintelligible, he enjoyed the warm feeling he got and begged his cunt to be filled. The empty feeling in his hole was short-lived as it felt a thick dildo push against his sphincter and slide in. Jack pushed the dildo all the way into Brad's cunt. That goes very smoothly Slut I'm proud of you. He took the thick dildo he had placed on the fucking machine and pushed it against Brad's sphincter. The sphincter was already fairly open and with a little effort the dildo slid in nicely. Brad who was still drooling was droolingviolently, the greasy dildo stretched his hole all the way open. Jack started fucking his slut with the dildo and pushed him deeper and deeper until he was on the two rings and couldn't go any further. I will open that second ring with my fist slut don't worry said Jack and Brad who was completely in trance. After Jack had fucked Brad's cunt with the dildo for a moment he took him out of the meanwhile gaping hole. He took the jar of fat and took a quantityof egg in his hands, he smeared it over and into the hole and worked 4 fingers inside and made twisting movements with his hands. Brad was still flying heavily but the heaviest effect of the chems was diminishing. He still had no control over his body but could already think a little more clearly and had stopped drooling. He groaned at the feel of the four fingers stretching open his hole. Jack now took turns pushing his hand inside the gaping hole, only pushing his thumb in with him was not yet possible. He took some more fat and pushed his hand in again and turned around in Brad's cunt and placed his other hand and pushed it in as well. Brad felt that his cunt was full and his sphincter at his maximum and started moaning. We're not going to stop slut yet, you're almost there. He took a bottle of poppers, poured some on a cloth, put it in a gas mask and placed the mask on Brad's head. Brad couldn't help but sniff the aroma, Brad started flying and moaning more violently again. Jack felt that his closingmuscle was relaxing again and took some more fat and pushed his hand inside. He felt he was almost there and with his other hand he pulled on the sphincter to make some more room and then it happened. The pinch of the thumb was over the sphincter, disappeared into Brad's lair and sothe rest of the hand went in. Jack was now up to his wrist in Brad's cunt, Brad moaned heavily because with each breath he sniffed a new load of poppers and was completely tripping. Jack made a fist in Brad's cunt and spun around in it. He withdrew his hand a bit and felt that he was back on the sphincter. He pulled and pushed every time until he was back at that point. Brad didn't know what he was feeling, in his mind his cunt was central and it had to be filled. But his cunt was already filled but he wanted more, he wanted deeper, he wanted it harder. He felt perfect with his master's fist in his cunt but it wasn't enough. Jack withdrew his hand from Brad's cunt and took off the mask. The chems were almost finished and Brad needed another trip. He took the pipe filled it with crystals and took a lighter. He loosened Brad's arms and gave him the pipe and lighter. I want you to blow clouds slut. Brad nodded and melted the crystals in the pipe and inhaled the white smoke. He held it in as long as he could and the moment he blew out Jack pushed his fist back inside Brad. Brad called out loudly fill me master, fill my hole with everything you have. The fist went in much smoother and Jack wanted to get through the two rings. He pushed on until he reached the second ring and stroked it with his fingers. Meanwhile, Brad continued to blow big white clouds. Jack felt his slut's hole getting hot again and felt the tension on the two muscles slacken. Jack gently pushed his fingers through the opening and Brad began to moan more violently again and called for more. Jack withdrew his fist and now also loosened Brad's legs and helped him out of the sling and threw him on the bed. Sit on all four slut Brad who was flying back did what was asked of him. Brad stepped back to the table of the chems and took a bottle and threw it on the bed. Drinking slut it will do you good. The bottle was provided with a good dose of G and Brad drank it eagerly. Jack came back behind Brad and he smeared his fist and his arm up to his elbow with grease. He gave another bottle of poppers to Brad and told him to sniff like he had just sniffed that line and Brad did what was asked of him. The G started to work and perfectly complemented the Tina which was already flying around in system. He sniffed the poppers and he felt Jack push his fist inside. The moment the fist was sucked in was the supreme moment of pleasure for Brad and he showed his master that he enjoyed this by pushing his ass back and ramming the fist deeper into his cunt. Well so slut, fuck yourself on your master's fist. Although this was only the first time Brad had been fisted, he was a natural talent. Jack released his fist into Brad's hole and stretched his fingers. Brad was still riding his master's fist and enjoying every moment. Jack felt the second ring again and pushed the second ring open with the help of Brad who was riding harder and harder on his master fist. Brad moaned loudly and fell down on the bed. Because of his and riding harder and harder on his master fist, he had without realizing it himself ensured that Jack had been hit by the second muscle and was now completely in his intestines. Look at you what a dirty, horny whore you are. So hard riding on your master's fist. Look what kind of slut you've become. You make your daddy proud son. Brad groaned at hearing what his master said about him. He wanted to get the arm even deeper but he was exhausted. Jack saw this and thought it was enough. He withdrew his arm from Brad's gaping hole and turned it on his back. Brad's eyes turned in his eye sockets, he was sweating profusely and his mouth fell open and he was gaping for breath. I'm proud of you today slut. You have shown that you have embraced your true self. Tomorrow we can see if you get through your first test. Jack wanted to rest him but Brad didn't have enough and wanted seed. Give me your seed master squirt my hole full of your seed. Jack looked at the squirming Brad on the bed begging for his seed and grinned loudly. You want my seed slut. You don't have enough yet. Well I hope you can handle it because you will get my seed. He pulled Brad to the edge of the bed and pulled his legs down to his neck. His stiff pole sat effortlessly into Brad's gaping hole and he went straight to his balls in Brad's cunt. Brad groaned with pleasure. Oh slut your tight pussy is gone, from now on I can pound you as hard in your cunt as I want. He took another narrow dildo and stuck it by his cock into the gaping hole. Oh yes master, Brad groaned. Fuck my hole, it's completely yours. You didn't have to tell Jack that twice and he started pounding Brad hard and pushed the dildo inside each time. Every time Jack's hard dick came in, precum came out of Brad's flaccid caged dick. Jack reached his high point and moaned loudly. Here comes the slut. Here comes your reward. Brad felt his hole fill with his master's seed. Jack withdrew his limp pole and he saw his seed running out of Brad's gaping cunt. He licked up his own seed and kissed Brad and let the seed run into his mouth. Brad tasted his master's seed and swallowed it eagerly. Rest from my son, and make sure you are ready for your test tomorrow. Brad could barely say yes sir and fell asleep.

Part 2 - My Cummy Sweater My erection popped through my shorts as I ran to Dolores. While stopped at a stoplight a few blocks away, I let some random drunk young twink with black hair tug at it. “Can I suck it?” He slurred as the walking man lit up. “I’m heading to Dolores. Wanna come?” “I’ll cum if you fuck me.” He said sloppily with a naughty smile. “Ok. Maybe I’ll see you there.” I jetted off running, unsure if he would join but not really caring. That young horny slut followed, almost keeping pace as I plowed up the hill. I plopped on the bench where Nico had fucked me, feeling the weight of the air as I caught my breath. I looked out at the city skyline, jerked my cock a bit, and waited a minute or so for the twink to join me. “You better give me that dick,” the twink announced himself as he panted over to the bench. He dramatically crashed on this knees in front of the bench and splayed his arms out over the seat. “Why did you make me do that?!” I laughed and rubbed the back of his head affectionately as he rested it on his arm. “A little bit of privacy. Unless you want me to fuck you on a busy street corner.” “It’s the Castro. No one gives a shit.” “Not wrong.” The twink abruptly stood up and started to shed his clothing. I had to get up to steady him and prevent him from clumsily tumbling down the hill as he wrangled with his jeans. He was a bit shorter than me at 5’7” or so, super skinny with a fat ass and an uncut 6” cock. He had no body hair from what I could tell. “How old are you?” I inquired. “19.” I didn’t want to be a jerk, but I knew I needed to verify. “ID?” “Really?” He turned around and bent over with his butt cheeks rubbing my erect cock. He was just reaching down to get his ID from his jeans, but this contact made me pray he wasn’t lying about his age. He handed me his ID. “I think you’ll find everything is in order officer.” I did the mental math and realized it was made easy by the date. “Good! Happy 19th Birthday Dae-Hyun!” He laughed. I knew I must have butchered his name. “Thanks. Just call me Dae.” “I’m Julius.” I leaned down to kiss him. Dae’s lips were soft and wet and opened wide to allow my tongue inside. He grabbed the back of my neck, lifted himself to the tips of his toes and kissed me. We laid down in the wet grass. I laid on my back while he straddled me, kissing me passionately and rubbing his asshole against my cock. I spit in my hand and reached around to press my cock against his ass. I wanted to slip it in. “No no no.” Dae teased. “Not yet, you dirty old man.” “Who you calling old?” I feigned outrage and flipped us over, laying him on the cold wet grass. He flinched uncomfortably from the chill. “Here, put this on.” I pulled off my sweater to reveal my muscular figure and put it on Dae. He seemed almost enamored by the gesture. “That’s not all you’re gonna give me, right?” “Just you wait.” I pulled his legs up and pressed them against his chest to expose his hole. It puckered as it met the cold air and pulsated as I glided my tongue around it and landed inside. His hole tasted delicious. I placed my mouth in an O around it and sucked it while pushing my tongue deeper. Dae moaned aloud and his cock twitched. After a few minutes of tasting him, I pushed my middle finger into his hole with my tongue. When his hole relaxed, I slid another finger in and moved up to kiss him. He wrapped his legs and arms around me. I slid a third finger inside him and felt his gooey insides. It got me so hard, leaking a lot of charged pre-cum. Fuck. I had forgot that I was positive. I couldn’t put Dae at risk, especially not on his birthday. “Dae, do you have a condom?” “I don’t. But I don’t care. No one uses condoms anymore. I need you inside me.” He pleaded. Out of nowhere, a husky voice: “Rawdog him bro.” I looked up to see Nico. His gym shorts were around his thighs, and his sweater unzipped. He was jerking that massive cock. The moon highlighted his scorpion tattoo. “Fuuuck,” Dae was drooling at the sight of that giant cock. “Impregnate that slut.” Dae looked at me longingly. “Julius, do it. Impregnate me.” I knew I should have told Dae why I was hesitant. Instead, I aimed my leaking cock at his open hole. I kissed Dae as I penetrated his sphincter. His hole was tight around my cock, but it sucked me in deeper and deeper until I pushed through his second hole. If Dae was in pain, he wasn’t showing it. He moaned as we made out and jolted as my balls met his hole. He ran his fingers through my hair and pleaded, “Fuck me Julius. Fill me.” I pounded that hole relentlessly. Dae loved it; he was moaning loudly, begging to be fucked harder and filled with my cum. Nico was sitting on the bench stroking his cock and erotically cheering us on. I could feel my cock swelling and my poz semen building up in my balls getting ready to launch. I knew I should pull out and, for a second, I thought I would. That is until Dae seemingly read my mind and exclaimed, “Julius, impregnate me! My pussy is yours!” I slammed my dick deep in his ass and exploded. My poz cum flooded his bowels. Dae squirted a lot of cum all over my sweater. We both looked down at it and laughed. I collapsed on him, forehead-to-forehead, and kissed him gently as I pulled out. “Happy Birthday Dae!” “I hope you enjoyed your gift.” Nico let out a boisterous laugh as he stood up and got behind me. “Move. It’s my turn.” I looked at Dae. He was staring at that massive cock. I could see he wanted more gifts, so I moved and sat up next to his head. Nico hoisted Dae’s legs and, in one rough shove, pushed his 10 inches all the way in. Dae’s eyes bulged open. Nico pounded Dae hard. I could feel Dae slipping back along the wet grass, so I held him in place. I kissed him to smother his shrieks until his body adjusted to the log in his butt. Nico’s body was hardening. The stinger of his scorpion tattoo aimed directly at Dae’s fertile hole. He was about to fill Dae with the same toxic cum that had infected me. I stopped kissing Dae and ran my fingers through his hair. “Get ready Dae. He’s gonna impregnate you with his boys.” Nico cackled as he heard me repeat his trademark words. “You’re gonna love your birthday gift, you cum-hungry whore.” He gripped Dae’s hips back and thrusted forward, emptying his toxic balls in this twink on his 19th birthday. Dae busted on my sweater once again. Nico slowly pulled out, and his massive deflating cock flopped out of Dae’s hole. A stream of toxic semen followed. He collected it with his fingers and roughly pushed it back in. Dae squealed meekly at the post-fuck fingering. Nico looked at Dae and smiled, “Gotta make sure you get all my boys in you. His boys too.” He stood up and walked to me. “Clean it off son.” I licked our positive cum and Dae’s ass juices off Nico’s dick and swirled my tongue underneath his foreskin. It tasted delicious. Nico pulled out of my mouth and grabbed my shoulder to yank me to my feet. He turned to Dae, still lying on the ground wearing only my cummy sweater. Without a word of warning, he unleashed a stream of piss directed at Dae’s face. “Drink it bitch.” Dae followed the command. He got on his knees and opened his mouth. “Use the toilet son.” Nico winked at me. Dae looked at me with begging eyes. I didn’t know if this meant he wanted my piss or he wanted me to say no. I had to piss. I aimed, closed my eyes and pictured a toilet. Dae struggled to keep up with both streams, and cascades of piss waterfalled onto my sweater and his cock. After Nico finished, he said nothing, simply pulled up his shorts, zipped up his jacket and wandered away. I tucked my cock back into my running shorts. “Had fun?” Dae looked up at me. His entire body was wet with piss, his hair and my sweater dripping. “I’m completely sober now.” He threw his arms out to his sides and smiled. “And I’ve never felt so high.” “The sex high is the best high.” We laughed. “Do you mind if I come over? I should really shower before I go home, or even get into an Uber.” “Wait. You don’t live with your parents, do you?” I teased. “How else can an 19-year-old afford to live in this city?” “Of course, you can come over. Just gotta be quiet. My roommate is probably asleep.” We must have looked ridiculous on our walk of shame back to my apartment. I only wore my jogging shorts while I held Dae’s clothes. He only wore my wet sweater which wasn’t nearly long enough to hide that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick and ass were out. As guys wandered by on their way home from the clubs, they stared. One older drunk even whipped his average dick out in an offer to fuck Dae against a tree on the sidewalk. Dae happily accepted, and the drunk slid his cock inside Dae’s used hole for a couple minutes. But after getting a prolonged whiff of Dae’s piss-covered body and grabbing a handful of Dae’s piss-soaked hair, the drunk pulled out and stumbled away. Dae looked at me and laughed. I gave him my hand. “You whore! Let’s just get you home.”

Classes started this week at UTD which means horny college guys looking to fuck and get fucked. I was on campus and wanted to see how things were going in the more notoriously cruisy bathrooms. You can get anything from a quick handjob to full on fucking there depending on who's looking, so I was checking out the guys and seeing what pops up on the apps. And took a quick load off a guy this morning I'm always down to get fucked or to fuck a guy. I went to one of the more notorious ones as sometimes guys will stand at the urinals and jerk to see if anyone's interested. Typically, it can be busy, so you take it to one of the stalls, but if its slow you can jack off at the stall. I could see a guy was in one of the stalls, so I decided to go into the stall next to him and check the apps. As I was sitting there it sounded pretty obvious the guy next to me might be jacking off as his leg had a certain rhythm going. So, I figured I'd take my chances and tap my foot, hoping he'd take the hint. He tapped his fingers understall and I asked if he was looking and heard him say "yeah". By now my shorts were down around my ankles and I saw him angle to slide his cock under the divider, a nice long cut white one. I started jerking him as I dropped down to my knees to suck him knowing I should probably suggest moving to the bigger handicap stall but didn't want to spook him. He was clearly enjoying it and started throwing off tasty precum. I was sucking him for a bit and the precum really started flowing and I decided to go for broke and back my ass up on his cock and take it. Worse case it'd be a dealbreaker, but best case he busts a load in my ass. Since I'd been fucked earlier, I knew I'd have no problem taking him dry and I slid my ass down on his cock, hearing a delighted "oh fuck yeah" out of him. He was bucking his hips thrusting his cock in me as much as he could, and I was wishing I could get him balls deep as he had to be pretty hung. He was clearly building to an orgasm, and I heard him whisper "you want the load?" I said yeah and in a couple moments I could hear him groan and felt him go off inside me. I whispered for him not to pull out as his thrusts slowed and I could feel his cock soften and slide out of me. I'd been jacking and figured I'd go for broke and slide my cock under the divider for him. As I did, I could see a puddle of the cum that had leaked out my ass. He started stroking my cock and then to my surprise I could feel his ass working down on my cock too. I was stunned this guy was as big a slut as I am, taking an anon load raw understall in bathroom. I know guys like him as I'm just like him and I'm certainly not the first guy he's taken this way. He's probably taken more than a few loads like this and going to be getting a lot more as the semester goes on. I wonder what he looks like and when he got fucked last and I'm working myself up to an orgasm except I'm not going to ask him, I'm just going to cum in his ass. Raw is my law and any hole is the goal. If he doesn't want my load he shouldn't be taking me raw, and within moments I'm blasting a huge load in his ass whether he wanted it or not. He hasn't eased off my cock but isn't saying anything either. There's no way he could have missed my orgasm as I was shaking and shuddering as I came. It was clear he wanted it as his ass was still firmly backed up on my cock, which slowly went limp and slid out of him. I could see him stand up and pull his shorts back up and hear him flush the toilet. I stood up and did the same, keeping an eye on the door to see if I could see him as he left the stall. He was wasting no time in getting going and as he passed by, I could see he was a little taller than me, a pale white kid with a mop of black hair. I stepped out of the stall and went to the sink next to him to wash my hands. I smirked at him, and he smiled back, weakly offering a "thanks". He was really good looking, and I can't imagine he has a tough time finding guys to play with, but who knows what his story is or why he did what he did. He was probably thinking the same thing of me. I decided to go for broke and asked if he wanted to do it again sometime and he said yeah and we swapped Snap IDs. He headed out, but I lingered as I'd got a message from a Latino guy on campus who wanted to hook up. I quick ducked into the handicap stall to wash off my cock and clean my ass out as best I could in case he wanted to fuck. We chatted as I washed up and it turned out he wanted me to come by his dorm so he could rawdog me real quick. He had a long slender dark uncut cock and loved that I wanted it raw and assured me he wouldn't disappoint. No face pic but I didn't care. I knew where his dorm was and headed over and up to his room. I gently knocked on the door and opened it and quickly ushered me in, locking the door behind him. He was super hot and he told me to pull my shorts down and bend over the bed. He said he didn't have a lot of time and I could hear his shorts hit the floor as he started jerking his cock. I couldn't help turning around to watch him stroke that monster and he grabbed some lube out of his backpack and lubed up my ass and his cock, followed by him forcing it in me roughly. I nearly screamed as he was pretty forceful and going faster than I'd wanted. I hadn't asked him his status, but it's not like I cared or cared earlier when I let the guy at the gym, or the bathroom breed me raw. I wanted their loads regardless. He was giving me a really strong intense pounding and I wished I could get verbal and he could take his time. I'd started moaning and he covered my mouth and shushed me, never slowing down his intense deep strokes. I was just starting to enjoy how rough it was and him covering my mouth when he came, giving me a deep intense thrust as he shot a massive load in me. More deep thrusts followed as I could feel his cum flooding my guts. I loved that I'd be carrying his seed deep in me for a while, and he wasn't kidding, I was satisfied. It was the kind of deep breeding I love, want, and need. I was a shame it had to be a dump and run and soon enough he pulled out of me and said I needed to get dressed and go. He pulled his shorts back up and I quickly dressed. He ushered me back to the door and I quickly told him any time he wanted to fuck me to message me. He let out a terse "yeah" unlocked the door and I quickly left as he closed it behind me. I walked down the hall past several really hot guys passing by and smirked to myself as none of them knew I had the kid's load still inside me, and that I would gladly take any of their loads as well. They all have so many opportunities to fuck and get fucked and my guess is a lot of them will be taking advantage of it, and so will I.

Here's the second of three parts to the first chapter of this story. Hopefully you enjoy where this is headed! Chapter One Part Two - The Aftermath Driving back to the hotel I could feel the cum leaking back out of my hole. I tried to close my hole, but the muscles were too exhausted and just slackened back open and a fresh trickle of fluid seeped out. Johnny drove to the back entrance of the hotel and used his keycard to get me inside. I started to head up the stairs to my room when he grabbed my shoulder saying, “kid, you should come back to my room and at least shower. Not gonna lie, you look like hell.” I turned obediently and followed him down the hall. I didn’t really know his comment meant until we passed a mirror in the hallway and I got a quick glance at myself. I was flushed, my hair was drenched with sweat and saliva from the facefucking I had gotten, and my eyes were bloodshot. I was walking funny and there was a half-crazed expression etched on my face. We arrived back at Johnny’s room and he silently went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel for me. “Go ahead and use the shower. I think some hot water will do you good.” He walked past me toward the bed and I crossed into the bathroom and closed the door. The steaming water soothed my muscles a bit, but did little to quiet my mind. My ass was so tender I could barely touch it with a washcloth, but the one time I went down there I noticed a slight pink tinge to the goop that was stuck there. I hoped that wasn’t serious — I mean, I had been an anal virgin, but I was gay and had heard of fissures before. As confused as my mind was, my cock had a mind of its own. . . When I brushed my nipples it would jump. The inside of my thighs: jump. Behind my ears: jump. I had never had a trigger-happy dick before, but this was kind of fun to discover! I still hadn’t cum yet, but I decided I would wait until I had some more time for myself to get in a proper edging session. After cleaning and delaying the inevitable, I walked out of the shower, toweled myself dry, and wrapped the towel around my waist. After all, I didn’t really have anything to hide, and while I wasn’t a body builder, I wasn’t cast in a dancing ensemble for nothing. One last critical look in the mirror admiring myself for a moment before I opened the door confirmed that I was still at least “cute.” I shut off the lights and turned toward the beds. Johnny lay on his bed without a stitch of clothing. While it shouldn’t have shocked me, it was seeing him fully naked for the first time that made me pause for a moment. His malnourished look was more pronounced when he was laying down. His cheeks slightly sunken and some extra wrinkles on his body gave him the appearance of someone older than he was. I noticed a few tattoos here and there, an intricate line drawing that looked like a tree, a beautifully detailed scorpion curled around his navel, and a list of dates written in spidery script over his heart. He didn’t look up when I entered; he kept focusing on a silver ring that he was working through the slit of his cock and out the bottom. “What is THAT?!” I asked a bit aggressively. He looked at me for a moment and burst out laughing. “This is my PA — Prince Albert. I had it pierced a long time ago, but I don’t usually wear a ring when I am meeting new boys for the first time. I think it is intimidating for the uninitiated. I guess you didn’t see the extra hole hiding under the foreskin.” He patted the bed next to him. “Come over here and join me. I sent your clothes down to be laundered so you don’t have to go back to your room looking like a total cumdump.” He chuckled a little as I sat down, still keeping my towel wrapped around my waist, albeit with the occasional jump from my groin as my dick swelled looking at this man. “Let me see what you’re working with,” Johnny cajoled. “You felt respectable when I grabbed you during lunch, but I wasn’t paying much attention to what was going on in your underwear when we were fucking.” Hearing him say that so matter of fact-ly made me blush like a schoolgirl, but I dutifully opened my towel for him to see my half-engorged 10” cock. “Holy shit, kid, you are hung!” I smiled at that. “Yeah, I didn’t know how unusual it was until I had to start tucking my flaccid dick back under my balls at school so it wasn’t swinging down one leg. Trust me, wearing dance belts is a bitch, though.” I tried to bury my anxiety underneath some fake bravado. The truth was that I was self-conscious about how big I was and was worried I would never find a partner who could take something like mine. It was a little thicker than a Red Bull can, but the head flared wickedly when I was hard and pushed. Johnny began slowly stroking me, feeling my manhood grow under his fingers. “You have no idea how you are going to change the lives of everyone you sleep with.” Assuming he wouldn’t mind, I grabbed his dick, now with a heavy metal “O” sticking out the piss slit and began stroking him to erection. We locked eyes for a moment before I saw the command in his gaze. I lowered my neck to worship the manhood that had just an hour ago blasted through my sexual barrier. We took our time — I wanted to explore this glorious dick and this strangely aggressive and kind man. He wanted back in my hole again. By the time there was a knock on the door announcing the return of my now clean clothes, I was bouncing on his pierced dick, taking a fresh load of cum and a distinct beating in my hole. When he finally began to shrivel inside my hole, he laid me back down on the bed, walked over to one of his duffel bags and pulled out a little plug. “This is one of my gifts to you. If you choose to accept this tonight, you’ll be mine during the tour. We’ll go our separate ways once our contracts have finished, but by taking this plug you will be tied to me. Do you accept this?” The little orange silicone plug seemed harmless enough so I nodded my head. Johnny came over and slowly inserted it into my guts. I hissed as it expanded my worked-over hole without lubrication, but once it was nestled inside it felt like home. I smiled up at him and simply said, “thank you.” He crawled in bed behind me, nestled himself next to me and fell asleep. After a day of so many new experiences and so much mental turmoil, it took me awhile to get to sleep. The plug in my ass kept me feeling full as my brain tried to reason with everything that had changed. After an hour or so of contemplation, I resigned myself to the choices that I had made. Not worth regretting when you’ve already committed to another person. That thought made me smile. Boys had given me gifts before to get on my good side, but never men. And by the looks of things I wouldn’t be getting bored anytime soon. * * * * * * Thanks for your support and reactions! I read every comment and genuinely appreciate your responses. They keep me writing and enjoying this community!

Part 6 I checked my coat. It was Friday night, I had been wearing suits and ties all week, and I was planning on getting dirty so I had slipped on a white t-shirt, a white Barcode Berlin jockstrap and some loose grey sweatpants with an old pair of Airmax. Definitely not the way Parisians dress to go out on Fridays! I sat at the bar and got a beer. I very rarely drink alcohol but I was feeling weird asking the bartender for a Coke. The place was pretty empty still, except for maybe four or five guys just hanging out. -“Disappointed?” the bartender said. -“Nah, wasn’t feeling lucky today anyway.” -“Don’t worry, the place will be overflowing in about an hour. -“Cool, let’s hope I’m still awake by then.” -“Come on, I think a lot of guys would be very disappointed if you weren’t around later” he said giving a quick look at my butt. -“I won’t be too worried for you” he added with a smile and a wink. I finished my beer and decided to go explore. I took the stairs to the basement, and almost tumbled my way down missing some steps due to the thick darkness. I entered a room with a few armchairs, and kept going until I found a smoking room and finally what looked like the play room. The room was painted completely black, with a large mattress covered in red fake leather at the centre. Some benches were put on the right side, while four or five private booths with glory holes could be found on the left side. Another red mattress was in the back of the room, separated by a black wall right across the sling. I was alone in there and it felt cold. I was almost spooked when a guy popped out of nowhere. He just had a nap and I figured that I might as well do the same until I could pick up some action. Signs were posted everywhere that sleeping in there was not allowed though so I just made my way back to one of those armchairs and dozed off. It did not take long before I was woken up by some voices. I had probably slept for about thirty minutes, and when I opened my eyes, the basement had filled up with guys. All types, all ages, all shapes. Maybe this would turn out to be a good night after all. I just made my way to the bathroom to take a piss, and throw some water on my face, before heading to the play room. It was still dark as hell and my eyes weren’t getting used to anything. I felt some hands diving directly into my pants right to my ass. I heard a deep voice tell me in French -“Bien dormi, garçon? On t’as vu dormir là-bas, on t’attendais.” (“Slept well, boy? We saw you sleeping back there, we were just waiting for you to join”). The voice was coming from a dark corner and I couldn’t make up any face or even figure out how many guys they were. -“Nous” (“We?”) -“Viens!” (“Come over”). I felt dragged gently by the arm to the mattress, while being handed a drink. I emptied the glass and I felt my t-shirt being slipped over my head. My head started to feel a bit dizzy and my body warmer in a good way. I was still completely in possession of my senses and capable of consenting to everything being done to me. My sweatpants were pulled down and I felt a warm tongue licking my hole wet while another was being pushed into my mouth. A few hands were exploring my body. I was thriving on the attention. I was feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also powerful and invincible all at the same time. My vision was slightly affected but I could start making out some figures in the dark red light. The guy in front of me looked average height, and quite skinny. I could see he had long hair pulled into a bun. His deep voice sounded mature. I thought I could see two other men by my sides, in addition to the one rimming my hole. I think they were all shirtless, wearing shorts or sweatpants. I wasn’t so underdressed after all. I felt a hand pushing my head down to a dick which I immediately swallowed. It was average size but already quite wet, either from precum or from other guys’ ass juices maybe. I heard them talking about me in French, about what they were about to do to me. I speak fluent French but some accents are a bit difficult to understand for me and I could not fully grasp the conversation. On the other hand, I didn’t care that much at that point, I just wanted to be used. A circle of guys who wanted to sneak a peek formed around us. I was being touched by so many hands but my four partners seemed like the possessive type as they kept pushing away anyone who tried to sneak into our action. The guy behind me switched from rimming to rubbing his dick against my hole -“Bonne chienne! Tu vas sentir ma grosse bite au fond de trou de salope!” (“Good bitch! You’re gonna feel my big dick deep in your slut’s hole!”). I was just able to moan but the guy in front just slapped my face while holding me by the neck -“Dis à mon pote que tu veux sa bite bien profond salope!” (“Tell my friend you want his dick deep, whore!”) -“Je veux sa bite bien profond!” (“I want his dick deep inside!”). Another slap -“On dit ‘S’il-vous-plaît monsieur’, chienne!” (“We say ‘Please, Sir’, bitch!”) - “”S’il-vous-plaît, monsieur!” (“Please, Sir!”) I couldn’t even finish my sentence that I felt the guy’s cock being rammed into my hole. Despite years of practice and use, I’m quite tight. I almost screamed but the leader kept my head firmly in place with his dick in my mouth. The guy on my left put a bottle of poppers under my nose and ordered me to sniff deeply, before pinching both my nostrils for a few seconds. I just felt that huge rush going through my body. I closed my eyes and arched my body, losing conscience of everyone else but the four guys currently taking care of me. I was still very aware that I was being fucked on all four in my jocks with my pants at my ankles, all exposed in the middle of a darkroom, and it was the best feeling ever! -“Bonne chienne qui aime la bite, ça!” (“That’s a good slut, enjoying dick!”). -“C’est pour ça que tu viens, salope? Prendre des bites dans le noir?” (“That’s why you’re here, bitch? To take dicks in the dark!”) I could smell the strong scent of the guys mixing, I could feel the sweat dripping on my back from the guy fucking me. The guy on my right stopped his buddy from thrusting, shot his load onto his dick, before telling him to go again. It wasn’t long before he shot his load deep inside, using his friend’s cum as lube. That’s when I heard one of them say -“Voilà, de la plombe pour la chienne!” (“There, some loaded juice for the bitch!”) while thrusting in and out slowly.

An Audition for the Bare Fuck Club My boyfriend and I had fooled around behind each other's backs for some time. I knew he was getting fucked by other guys, and he knew I was fucking other guys too, but we kept it discreet and never really talked about it. I always played safe with other guys, but fucked my boy bare. I assumed that he made the guys fucking him wear condoms, especially after finding a half-empty box of rubbers in our closet. I was headed out of town for two weeks for a project and we agreed to video chat as often as possible. The first few days we chatted and caught up, and he always seemed focused and happy to see me. On the third day, he seemed distracted, like someone else was in the room. I made a joke that I didn't want to keep him from his date, and he blushed before making excuses and logging off. The next day, I jokingly asked how his date went. I was surprised when he said, “Pretty well. He fucked me good!” I still wasn't sure if he was serious, and I asked if he was well-hung. “Fuck yeah. He's got at least ten thick inches, and he knows how to use it!” My jaw dropped. My boy went on, “When he came in me, I swear I could feel it in my throat!” I was shocked that he had let some other guy breed him. I guess over the next few days, the guy came back, fucked him raw again, and gave him his load. A few days later the guy brought a friend along too. Both guys took turns at my boy's ass before they creamed his hole. My boy made sure to tell me in detail how they used him and how much he liked feeling their cum leaking out of his slack hole. I couldn't help but be turned on. The following day was my last full day out of town and he messaged me a pic of his ass full of hard dick, with cum oozing out of his ass and puddling on his top's huge hairy balls. I came hard jerking off to his photo. My boyfriend met me at the airport and told me he had a fresh load simmering in his gut as he drove us home. As soon as we were inside, we tore off each other's clothes. Right there in the hallway, I had him bent over the staircase railing with his jeans at his ankles and spread his cheeks. I knelt down and slipped my tongue into his loosened hole. I was rewarded with a dollop of cum. I spit it onto my dick and forced my way into his cummy hole. There was a froth of cum forming around my cock as I pounded his ass. He moaned with pleasure as I added my cum to the mix already deep in his belly. We fucked again before going to bed that night. As he cuddled with me before drifting off to sleep, he told me how glad he was that I was ok with other guys fucking him raw. I honestly told him how much it turned me on, and that I would love to watch him get fucked and take some stranger's load. A few days later, my boy arranged for his ten-inched friend to come by to breed him after work. My boy met Joe at the door and kissed him hard before welcoming him into our living room. Joe extended his man-paw and shook my hand. He was HOT. Six foot tall, in tight jeans and a t-shirt that stretched over his powerful frame. He had a trim beard and a tuft of silver chest hair peek out of the collar of his shirt. He wrapped his muscled arms around my boy's frame and lifted my boy's shirt off. My boy started chewing Joe's nipples through the shirt as he unbuckled Joe's jeans and shucked them to the floor. Out plopped a beautiful hardening cock. My boy expertly deep-throated Joe's tool as he fished out his own dick. When Joe was fully hard and his cock shining with spit, he flipped my boy over the arm of the sofa. He jammed his bare cock without warning into my boy's raw ass. I was mesmerized as I watched Joe's powerful ass ram into my boy's body. I fisted my own cock as I watched Joe pump away. My cock was oozing pre-cum as I watched Joe's pace quicken. I crept closer to watch Joe's dick plow my boy bare. All the while, my boy was whimpering, “You gonna breed me, you sick fuck? Gonna give me your load? Gonna fill that hole?” Each time, Joe grunted back, “Fuck yeah, man. Gonna fill you up!” As Joe's pace sped up, his shirt crept higher on his muscled ass revealing a small black tattoo. My heart stopped as I recognized the symbol to mean BIOHAZARD. This hunk fucking my boy's bare ass was POZ! I wanted to cry out to let my boy know the danger he was in, but before I could say anything, Joe threw his head back and growled as he pumped his toxic seed into my boy's bare hole. I was silent until I realized that I had blown my load all over the floor. Joe withdrew his cock with a squishy plop and grabbed the back of my head. He forced my face into the diseased seed leaking from my boy's hole. I couldn't help but lap it up. I was about to swallow when he pulled me to my feet and drove his tongue into my mouth, sucking out and swallowing his own POZ cum. My boy collected himself and asked me if watching him get fucked bare was everything I thought it would be. I gestured to the puddle of my cum on the floor to answer and he dove down to lick it up. Joe excused himself to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and I took the chance to ask my boy if he had seen Joe's tattoo. He told me frankly that he had, and he knew what it meant, and that he was willing to take the risk of POZ seed if that meant he got more loads. I was still trying to process that my boyfriend had been knowingly taking POZ cum in his ass, and was planning on continuing, when I realized that Joe had come back into the room. Joe smirked at my naivety and asked if I was okay with what had just happened. I told him that I knew he was taking loads, but didn't know he was fine taking POZ loads. He told me that it was a natural progression, and taking POZ cock was bound to happen sooner or later if a bottom didn't demand his top use a condom every time. Even though I knew I should be outraged, my cock was telling a different story. I was rock-hard and drooling pre-cum. Joe reached out and stroked my dick, asking if we wanted to hear about a club he was in. My boy and I were all ears. Joe told us that he belonged to the Bare Fuck Club, an exclusive audition-only group of guys who liked to give and take raw loads. Some were POZ, but most were NEG. For these guys, it was about cum, not status. Every member agreed to a no-questions-asked / no-loads-refused policy. My boy was panting at the thought of being in such a club. He asked Joe what the audition entailed. Joe said he would put us in touch with the audition committee and they would be in touch. A few days later, we were sitting together in our living room, waiting for two strangers to come over and meet with us. I knew from their message that at least one of us would have POZ seed in our holes before the night was through. To be continued...

Hello Communtiy, English is not first language, so please bare with me if there a any mistakes. The Story is complete fiction. Enjoy it! Sissy Paula and Tom Chapter 1 My Name is Paula and i am 30 year old sissy. In about 1 hour i will hae sex with a guy who i met online. Thats actually nothing special anymore for me. I had several Hook-ups over the last months. But today is different. Tom is poz and he is going to poz me tonight. To be honest, this isnt my first attempt. But i always chickend out and blocked the guys, when it gets serious. But Tom hits me different from the first message on. We chatted 2 or 3 days, when he wanted to meet me. His texting got me so hot, that i agreed to meet him. Tom demanded that i have to sent him my Adress and a naughty video of me to proof that i am really interested within one day or he would block me. Then he logged off. My mind was racing and i was horny as hell. I thought about it, but within 1 hour i sent him my adress and a little video. The next morning i got an answer from Tom. Saturday 10pm. Chapter 2 Today is day. I woke up horny, excited and nervous. After my breakfast i changed into Paula. I wear a blonde wig, a black latex dress, fishnet-stockings and red pumps. My make-up was on point and i fealt very feminine and happy. The day went by in a bliss. Around 8 o'clock i got a message from Tom. It was a picture of my condo and a message. Driving home, changing, then i am going to poz your sissy ass. I shivered as i read it and decided to sent him also a picture.. I sneaked outside on the other site of the street and took a Selfie, so my condo was visible in the background and texted him back. Hey Tom, please hurry up, my sissy ass needs your poz cock. I went inside and waited in anticipation. About 10 o'clock, i heared a car parking. My heart is beating and i thought to myself: Paula, now it is time. No way out, even i if want to. I crossed way to many barriers. And truly i want this to happen tonight. The Bell is ringing. Chapter 3 I buzzed Tom in and heard him on the stairs. I awaited him at the door in a way-to-short minidress and way-to-high FuckMe Pumps. He smiled when he sees me and i my back. I smiled back. „Good evening Tom, you like what you see?“ „Oh my, what a hot looking slut you are, Paula.“ He walked straight in and as soon as the doors closed he groped my ass und kissed me. I never kissed a man to that moment, but his dominant attitude made my legs weak und I enjoyed his kiss. Still in the hallway he pushed me to my knees. „Suck my cock, you little slut!“ Skillfully and greedy i opened his fly and took his cock out and started sucking. He was very horny and it didnt take to long until his cock was rockhard. „Oh yeah, that is so good. Suck my cock and get it hard and wet, so that i can poz your sissy ass. You like that?“ My mouth was full of his cock, so looked him in the eyes, smiled and nodded with my head. Tom had devlish grin on his face. „Stand up my little slut and show me your bedroom.“ I got up and led Tom by his cock in my bedroom. „Kneel on the bed. Ass facing me.“ On the bed he lifted the skirt of my dress. He smacked my ass and balls. „You are so hot, Paula.“ I wiggled my ass in anticipation. With one Grip he ripped my G-String. When he started to lick my asshole i had to moan. He used 3 fingers to prepare and loosen my asshole for him. He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear. „Soon i am going to pump your sissy ass with my toxic cum. You want that?“ I could just moan. „Answer me, slut!“ „Yes“,i panted. „Say it, my little Slut.What do you want? „I want to feel your cock.“ He smacked my ass hard. WHAT DO YOU WANT? „I Want *gasp to feel *gasp your *gasp big *gasp poz cock *gasp in my *gasp neg sissy ass. *gasp“ „Please make my your poz sissy slut.“ „There you go slut. Thats whats going to happen now. Turn around, lay on your back.“ I positioned my self on the edge of the bed. He handed me a bottle of poppers. While i inhaled deeply on the poppers, Tom took off his shirt and i could now see Biohazard-Tattoo on his chest. I took more poppers and watched Tom lubing up his cock. He lifted my legs up to my chest and layed himself on me. I felt his cock probing at my asshole. He started to move and with each trust his poz cock went deeper into my slutty hole. In no time he filled me completly with his cock. I felt no shame, no fear. Just relief and excitement. His Thrust became stronger und he started to fuck me really rough. And with each of his thrust, i moaned heavier like a sissyslut. „Oh fuck. Yes. Please Fuck me. Make me your poz sissyslut. Breed me.“ „Oh Yeah you fucking slut. Now you get what you deserve. I am cumming“ He picked up his pace until he shoot his poz cum deep in my ass. I was breathing heavy and was in my own dizzy world. I still didnt cum and felt hornier then ever knowing i was probably pozzed seconds ago. So i didnt realized that Tom left before i heard the Frontdoor. It was 22.30. My first reaction were tears. I felt used. I layed on my bed for minutes and felt that my ass was leaking the poz cum I touched my ass and licked the cum from my fingers After i overcame the shock the tears gave way to a big grin on my face. I felt free and i want more.

Wyatt was average in every way. He had just turned 18 and graduated from high school. His grades were average, he was a bit on the small side at 5'9" and 135 pounds. He didn't have any plans for college but didn't want to stay in his small Midwestern town. He had no skills and not much prospects. He was also shy. He was reading the want ads in his hometown weekly newspaper when he noticed an ad that was looking for young men to work on a new project out in the middle of nowhere. No experience needed. He called the number listed and set up an appointment. He went to a few towns over to his appointment and the middle aged man asked him fairly routine questions about his life, skills, girlfriends, boyfriends etc. Wyatt was surprised by the boyfriend question. He had no experience with either but assumed he would date a girl someday. After the initial interview, he was asked if he would take a physical. The man said that if he was chosen, he would have to be healthy for where he was going. The physical started like any other but then got more intimate than he was expecting. Lots of questions about his sexual history, please remove all your clothes. The man examined his genitals and his ass. It made Wyatt a bit uncomfortable when the man pushed his fingers inside Wyatt's virgin ass. Soon enough, the exam was over and Wyatt was allowed to dress and to come back into the interview room. The man said that he could use a young man like Wyatt if he was interested in the job. The man explained that Wyatt would have to agree to a 1 year contract and he would leave the next day. The money he would make was better than anything Wyatt could imagine so he agreed and signed the contract immediately and without reading it. The man smiled for the first time and told him to pack light and to take an Uber and be there by 9 am. Wyatt was pretty excited. Wyatt went home and told his parents that he had landed a job and would be leaving in the morning. They of course had questions about what he would be doing and Wyatt admitted he didn't really know but he was told he would be perfect for the job. He hardly slept that night and made the trip and arrived just before 9 am. There were five other young guys similar to himself waiting to go as well. They were loaded into a van and made their way to the airport where they were ushered onto a small private jet and took to the skies. The group of young lady were small talking and excited about what was ahead. Not any of them really knew what they were doing but the man escorting then told them that they were headed to a mining town "up north". The man pointed to the back of the plane and encouraged the young men to help themselves to the generously stocked bar as the flight would take a few hours. Wyatt had never drank but didn't want to appear awkward so he drank a few beers and fell asleep. He awoke awhile later as the plane was landing on a private airstrip. The boys grabbed their bags and were taken to a central building. They noticed that there were several men there and the men all looked the boys over. This made Wyatt feel a bit uncomfortable. He couldn't quite figure out why. The boys were brought up on a stage of sorts and the men all assembled in front. The miners there all had a definite look to them. Most were bearded, muscled from hard work, and very masculine. Many of the miners had various tattoos all over them. Many were smoking which Wyatt wasn't used too. As each boy was introduced, the man would call for a miner to come up and was assigned as the boy's roommate. There were some cat calls and whistles as each boy was introduced. Finally Wyatt's name was called and he stepped forward to see who he was assigned to. The man called out the name Brian and a big burly guy stepped up. Brian was probably ten years older than Wyatt, 6'3" and 225 pounds of solid muscle. He had sandy blond hair and matching beard. His shirt was open enough to see a sense patch of chest hair and a Marlboro dangling from his lips. Brian didn't seem that friendly to Wyatt. Each boy and his assigned roommate was to report to the medical center for a quick vaccination and then go get settled in. Brian led the way to his assigned bunk house and let Wyatt in. The big man didn't say anything but chain smoked the entire way. Once inside, Wyatt took stock of his new home. It was small but there was a small kitchen area, a bathroom, and a small bedroom with ONE regular sized bed. Wyatt asked where he was going to sleep and Brian just smirked and said either we share or you get the floor but the nights get very cold. Wyatt was beginning to wonder what he had gotten himself into...

I went on sniffles yesterday to see what was out there. There were two tops one Latin guy 29 and one white guy 56 they wanted to come over and fuck me completely anonymous. So I showed cleaned out and got ready Laid on stomach ass in the air To be honest I never expected them to show. in 10 minutes I heard garage door open and they came upstairs. I never saw their faces.. the Latin guy went right in nice 6”dick fucked me for about 5 min then came in my ass she pulled out and white guy went in He was a little longer but finally shot his load in my ass then the quickly left Said they would return some time as long as I would only be their cum dump

Stopped cold after a close call - sex club I went to had a big outbreak that made the local news. Waiting for MP #2 and then I'll dip my toe back in.

Thanks man! Today I thought I would branch off with a standalone story about Poor Dumb Chad Benton, something for the future. Still a lot to write about the Bravos, so I may fit it in when the need grabs me. Benton is in for a wild ride the way I’ve thought it out.

I don’t want to give too much away, but it’s coming up in the next couple chapters anyway. Wicomb takes a chance and Weeble finds out what it’s like to be really loved for who he is instead of for what someone wants from him. And yeah, my husband is 5’5”, was in the Army and he STILL has the attitude that he can’t ever slack off. It’s the only way he thinks it makes him stand out. He busts his ass, every single day since the day I met him 18 years ago. So yeah, I understand.

I love Weeble. I'd spoon that little fucker all night.

On my way there right now, as it happens!

Taking your time and make sure whoever is opening you up has a real connection with his hands and listens to you. Lube up and take it gently, pushing slowly and above all enjoying that amazing sensation. Look into his eyes and maintain that contact. Build up the trust and in time your look will tell him everything. Hours will fly by d as bd don’t be afraid to take breaks. Then continue on again.

Would love to be a poz guys whore!

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A simple no thanks should always be used. Like previous poster said, there's still a live person on the other side. I know the internet is one giant shit show, but some relevance of basic manners should still exist. Again, if they don't take the hint and persist, then blocking is fair game.

I’ve never been on Grinder, but I recently signed up with a similar hook-up site that seems to have an unusually high amount of crybabies when it comes to non-responses to messages. I don’t understand why they go out of their way to publicly inform the world that someone didn’t respond to their private message, and that they now want that someone to just block them instead. Just because they’re not responding to or even ignoring your message(s)? Seems kinda petty. Truth is, those are probably the same ones who continue to attempt to engage in conversation after you’ve already told them you’re not looking or not interested. Yeah, I ignore messages at that other site all the time. But, that’s also because a lot of guys can’t get beyond a thumbnail pic and don’t bother to actually read a profile before messaging. Fuck no I’m not going to reply to you if you’re skating past my profile containing my likes and dislikes. It’s all right there for you. Don’t come crying to me about being ignored if you’re not going to actually fucking read it.

Interactive live camming? No. I do like having sex that happens to be filmed and will publish later. The internet should be used to hookup in person, not a replacement for in person sex.

Will, Dominic and Jay can fuck me! 😜

Pretty much whatever the top wants, but I guess each has their own appeal: 1. On my stomach makes me feel dominated! 2. Doggie style lets me reach back and play with the top's balls and t'aint; depending on size and my state of limberness, his ass crack...😍 3. Missionary (a.k.a., "on back legs in the air") allows me to reach the balls, the t'aint and the ass crack. Drove one guy crazy while he fucked me (saying he had girlfriends that were pretty and he liked fucking them, but that none of them knew to touch his ass like I did...🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵)

Part 2. It seems to be working as after five minutes or so, his fingers easily slip in and out. He's asking me if I'm sure of what he is about to do to me. We've discussed it many times and in depth on the dating app but now it's really about to happen I sense his appreciation and he can sense mine. I assure him it's what I want, what I need. I can feel his body moving on top of me. His torso sliding further up my own. I can feel his cock moving up between my legs. He is hard. I can feel it sliding between my thighs and then my buttocks. He's putting lubricant on his cock now and pushing more into my hole with his fingers. I'm nervous, shacking with anticipation, fear of pain and excitement. I want this, I need this. He's right behind me now. I can feel him adjusting his cock so he can penetrate me. The end feels wonderful as he moves moves it, first around the entrance and then just the tip entering me. My sphincter is still tight and as he pushes it inside me the pain is almost unbearable. But, I want it inside me. I bite my hand to stop crying out and telling him to stop. Then he's fully inside me. Still a little uncomfortable but bearable. He's moving slowly, fucking me gently. The soft internal pink flesh of my arse in intimate contact with the tight skin of his hard cock. I can hear him unscrewing the top of a bottle. He places the bottle under my nose and tells me to breath in through my nostrils deeply. I do this four times. Twice in each nostril. I've only read about poppers and I'm amazed at the effect they have on me. I want him twenty or thirty times more than before. He's thrusting hard now and I I'm thrusting back against him. His cock is into the hilt with every stroke. I want his sperm, his load, his nut, his DNA, his babies inside me. I want him to infect me. His seed to take my body. He's fucking as hard as he can now, deeper than I ever thought possible. He's asking me if I want his poz seed and I'm almost shouting 'Yes, please give it to me' He's close to filling me up now, giving me his poison and I want it so badly. His breathing is deep and loud and he's grunting. My arse hole is so wide now from the severe fucking he's given me. He's about to cum. He thrusts as hard as he can and tells me he is coming. I can feel his cock pumping his poz cream into me. I'm pushing back accepting and absorbing all of his seed. He's totally drained of energy and sperm. He collapses on top of me. His cock, now flaccid slips out of my hole and he gets off me and begins to dress. I stay laying on my front until I hear the front door close. I take off the hood and run a hand down to my arse. My hole feels open and very wet. I want try and close my sphincter to keep his precious seed inside me. I look at my fingers and they're covered in his sperm and my blood. I wank myself off to an amazing orgasm knowing I'm no longer a virgin.

Had a guy on BBRT send me a message asking if I wanted to fuck, said he had a big load for me. I said sure and would be avail after 2ish. He is in his 60s and isn’t endowed in any way. Oh well, I’m horny. he later send me a message asking if I’d be down to have a young, 20 yr old black kid fuck me. I said sure. cleaned out, and went over to his place. Got face down ass up. Young kid first. Fucked me good and good, bred me without saying a damn word (I think he was hella nervous, but damn he felt good) old guy mounted me, and quickly sprayed his seed in me. I got dressed and left. But boy did I want to suck the kids dick after he bred me. texted a reg buddy. Told him I’d been loaded twice and asked he if want to be the third load. he was worried I would be too loose. I shot over to his place, sucked him for a bit (he’s thick as fuck - see the picture) then went doggy style on his couch. I was still tight and man it hurt. After slowly fuckinge he applied some lube and slipped in. He really pounded. I had already jacked off twice earlier and he still managed to fuck a big load out of me. It was amazing. we moved to his room where I was hard again and he fucking pounded my hole into oblivion. I was moaning like a bitch in hit. Never have felt that good before. Kept calling him daddy, and telling him my white hole was his to breed. He fucking loves that. Im still horny. And still want to be bred like 5 more timez .

Exactly my experience. Also happens to me when I swallow several loads in a row. Yummy!

Last night i went to a local bathhouse. Walked in, paid and went to my room. Undressed, got out the usuals...lube, poppers, chain and padlock for my neck and put on my harness. I then drank 1/2 bottle of water and got out one of two prepped points. I was shaking I was so excited. I slipped that rig into a vein, registered and slowly watched the crimson drain into my arm...It went right to my ass and it took me a few moments to put the rig into my bag and wipe off the sweat from my face and grabbed my key and the goods and went upstairs to the dark room/glory hole area. Two pigs had already taken the prime real estate so I went a bench and spread my legs and started stroking. This 25 year old walked over to me and started playing with my hole. He asked if I wanted to get fucked and if so, can we go to my room. With that, I sped out of there and went right to my room. Before he even closed the door behind him, i was on my knees sucking on his fat meat. He was precumming and it was awesome draining down my throat. After a few moments, he told me to get on the bed doggy style and as soon as I did, he stuck his raw dick in me and blasted my hole with his seed. He kissed me and walked out...he was there with a friend and had to make sure he was ok. In the next 30 minutes or so, I took 2 more loads from some random dudes who walked into my room while I was face down. Never saw their faces, but their loads met my hole. About 6 hours into the shift, a dude I had hooked up with two years ago hit me up. He told me to leave there and go over to his place and we could party and he would breed me. As it was pretty dead at the Spa I packed up my things and headed over. He can't hit himself and I cant admin others so we weren't going to be able to slam. Bummer. We so some G and it kicks in pretty good and he grabs the pipe and he kisses the meth right into my mouth. He does this for a good 3-4 minutes. He then starts to suck on my dick and playing with my hole. He then puts me on all fours and begins to fuck me with his daddy meat. My hole begins to make sloppy sound and its only his precum...I am in heaven at this point. He fucks me for a good 20 minutes. His phone rings and its a friend who wants to stop by and watch him fuck me. So, I am spinning, not my house, I don't care...and so the friend says he will be over in 15 minutes. The guy who is fucking me says he is going to take a shower and take care of his personal business. As he is in the shower, I pull out one of my syringes that had some left in it...I put it in my arm, and do everything I can to plunge that fucker into me before he comes out. I get the flash on the first try and plunge the Tina right into my vein. And Thank God....because as soon as I pulled it out of my arm, he opened the shower door and called my name and started to come into the bedroom. I threw the needle into my bag and I was sweating and I did everything I could to act like nothing had happened. I look at my arm and there is blood. Fuck. He hasnt noticed so the first moment I get, I wipe it off and follow him to the shower and begin sucking on him. The phone rang and his friend arrives. My trick had actually texted him to come over so he could watch him breed me (I found out after). Sick fuck. The guy takes off his clothes and I get to suck his dick while my top is playing with my hole and then about 3 minutes into that he tells the guy to go sit in the chair and he does and the rest of the time he is in the corner stroking while I am getting plowed by this guy and blasts his seed in me. The entire he was so verbal about how I was taking his raw dick and poz seed and what a whore I was. It was hot. I got home around noon yesterday and am still wired and getting horny typing this and may just have to get a cough on and take some more loads...

Start making accounts with good profiles and pictures. Offer yourself to any horny guy and never flake if you can help it. Don’t wear condoms, it feels way better without, and never waste cum. Always take it in your ass or mouth. sniffies, bbrts, grindr will be good starting sites.

Bill and Arthur laughed and stood up, leaving Peter's mother on the sofa. I went to clean the changing room as Bill went to get Peter from the basement. When I finished, I went into reception. Arthur was there with Peter's mother, stroking his cock and drinking some tea. The door to the basement opened, and Bill led Peter into the room. The poor lad was running with sweat and spunk ran down his inside thighs and dripped onto the floor. "Look at you! " said his mother, wrinkling her nose. "Covered in it, you dirty boy!" Peter grinned as Bill turned him round and spread his smooth cheeks. His arsehole gaped and spurted sperm over his balls. "Well fucked and bred, missus!" He laughed. "Go and clean up!" She said. "I'm not taking you home covered in spunk." Peter went off to the showers and Bill looked at his mother and said "you know he's probably pregnant by now?" She nodded. "I'm not surprised, you dirty sod." She nodded at Arthur who was stroking an erection now. "From what I can see, I bet one of you two is the daddy!" She looked at me " And what about you? Are you knocked up yet?" I blushed. Arthur came and bent me over the counter as Bill handed him some lube. He got behind me and slid his warty cock deliciously into me arse. "Course he is!" He laughed, fucking me in front of her.

Part 8 I didn’t know what to think. I guessed those guys must have been undetectable. I thought about all those moments I freaked out after that night in Paris. I thought that I was a fucking moron to take so much risk and swore to myself a hundred times that I would never again be this stupid. It was one thing to just fuck around mindlessly or even fantasizing over text messages with a poz top, but actively and knowingly taking poz loads was a whole other business. I was still insanely turned on thinking about my night at Le Next, but was completely disgusted and scared at the same time. How in the world did I get away with it for so long and never catch anything? I had gone for that routine check up, fully expecting to find out I was poz, but when all my results came back negative, I felt a huge sense of relief. My doctor wrote me a new prescription for PrEp, after almost four years off. I took the prescription, folded it and tucked it into my pants’ back pocket. I made my way directly to the pharmacy to pick up my little blue pills, and on my way home though, I felt a bit strange. I had dropped PrEp for a while. I was fully conscious of the risk I was running but I had never had such a close call, at least that I knew of. My mind was spinning constantly around the idea of chasing but I dismissed it almost immediately. Actively looking for poz loads was a step too far when it comes to where I was willing to go. At least I thought so at the time. That evening, I took my first blue pill in almost four years. I then stayed pretty quiet for a few weeks, with just the occasional hook up here and there. I had not logged in on neither BBRT nor BZ for a while, probably scared I would be lured away from my resolution to not fall deeper into it. I was holding well on my resolution to stay away from trouble, until that one Saturday evening. I was preparing for a quiet night at home. It was March, almost the end of the winter, but it was definitely still super cold and I was in no mood to bury myself into a pile of clothes in order to dig my way through the snow. I had made myself comfortable on my couch, wearing some old grey sweatpants, my favourite soccer jersey and some socks. I had been lying around the house all day and was a bit bored. It was probably about 9pm when my phone vibrated. It was a WhatsApp notification from my sexting buddy on the West Coast. We hadn’t been in touch for about two months. I had tried to not contact him because I knew it would encourage me back into my old ways. I opened the message and it was just a link to a video. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/48132/hot-pozzing/ I instantly became hypnotized by the video. I had stayed away from porn too and the few hook ups I had recently had not really been satisfying. The video just lit me up in a matter of seconds. My dick got hard almost immediately and I started rubbing it frantically over my sweatpants. I watched it maybe ten or fifteen times, digging my poppers out my drawer where they had been left untouched for two months. The rush of the poppers, the images, I knew from this moment it was too late. My phone vibrated again. -“Hey boy! It’s been a long time! Have you been avoiding me?”.

Hell yeah. Waited too long already.

I love piss fucking. I’m lucky enough to be one of the guys that can piss when hard so I like to give a guy my hot stream up his ass pre-fuck. Not big on doing it after I nut because once I unload and breed a bottom I don’t want the piss to be flushing my sperm out. I want him to keep it. I do usually have to piss hard after I cum so I save that stream for my bottom’s mouth.

Spent the afternoon in bookstore, from 1pm until about 4. The lunch time guys were still there when I made my way to the back. I wasn't shy, and got on a bench with my pants dropped and ass prelubed. Wasn't long before a 30 something skinny guy was rubbing my furry cheeks and fingering my hole. Couldn't see him very well, but I sure felt him as he slid into my ass rather quickly. Had to be a fat 8". He piston fucked me for a few minutes, came suddenly, then pulled out fast and disappeared. I stayed put with his cum running out of my ass, and a few minutes later a big ole fat redneck looking guy made himself at home right behind me. I heard him mumble something, and heard him unzip. He was a comfy 6" medium, so I was able to clamp down hard as he fucked. He moaned a bit, and steadily road my ass for about 10 minutes before unloading. He thanked me and left, and since I didn't see anyone else around I pulled my jeans up and sat for a bit. Over the next few hours I took another three raw loads. One from an old guy in a suit with a stache. Looked like a used care salesman from the 80's, but had a beautiful 7" cock and he knew how to fuck. Next was a hipster guy with long hair and beard. Maybe late 20's, with a donkey cock that pushed my limits. By the time he came my ass was sloppy and stretched, but before I could get dressed, another guy I never saw had his cock in me fucking my loose hole and telling me he loved sloppy seconds (or fourths in this case) He went deep and came, then left. I was too worn out to turn and look at him. My nutsack was covered in cum that leaked outta my hole, as were my jeans which never came off completely. I managed to get dressed and sat on the bench. Later, I spotted a short chubby cub standing closer to the front as I started to leave, and blah blah blah- took him in back and fucked him raw and hard, and planted my load deep in his ass. Finally, I left. Lol I was a bit of a pig, but that's what days off are for.

Part 77 - Two Plus One “Hey, you interested in finding a guy to tag together” Nick asked as he was laying on the couch flipping through profiles on his tablet. “You bored with just us fucking?” Aaron asked as he sat in the chair twisting the new nipple piercing. “Nah, I just thought it would be a fun change” Nick replied. “Got anyone in mind?” Aaron asked, feeling his cock get harder. “Yeah, theres a couple guys I saw who are looking online that seem like they might be fun” Nick answered. Aaron picked up his new tablet and started searching. Nick would show him a pic or a profile and he’d nod, but none of them really seemed to excite him. There were lots of slutty twinks and some jocks. Each time he found something to rule it out - “DD free, u b 2”, “hot guys only”, “8+ only”, “no kissing” or his favorite “takes all loads, must be neg.” Aaron was looking for someone a little different than the guys that usually posted ads - someone who got looked over but was probably a great fuck. Nick was looking for a greedy bottom and he was looking for someone vers. Nick seemed stuck on the same type of guy and Aaron wanted someone that wasn’t a cookie cutter young gay twink. “How about this guy?” Aaron asked, holding up the tablet. “Really dude? He’s just so… average” Nick replied. Aaron didn’t think so. He thought the guy was handsome with a scruffy face and his hair pulled back in a man bun. He could see bits of ink and steel that seemed to show he had an edginess to him. He was a few years older than Aaron, but that just turned him on - he liked guys a few years older than him. None of the public pics showed the good stuff so he upvoted the profile. He kept looking and found a few other guys that Nick seemed to be just as uninterested in. He got a notification that he had a message and figured it was probably Nick telling him to “look for slutty guys.” He opened it up and it was from the scruffy guy. “Hey, thx for checkin me out. hot profile” the message said. Next he got a notification that the guy's private pics had been unlocked. Aaron smiled. “Maybe since we are looking for different types of guys we should just hookup separately” Aaron told Nick. He went back to the profile and looked at the three other pics. Nick scrunched up his face and replied “That wasn’t the idea. I wanted to have fun with another guy AND YOU” emphasizing the last two words loudly. Another message came in and Aaron read it “U lookin 2 meet today?” Aaron typed back “yah, bf and I want 3rd today” It was only a few seconds later that he got a reply - “BF? dunno. never done 3way with a couple. He got a profile?” Aaron sent a reply and his cock got even stiffer as he saw the other pics. The first was a cock pic showing his 7 1/2 inch pierced cock with a bend to it. The second was his ass which had a nice shape to it and light covering of hair. The third was a pic with the guy’s bare cock halfway into a slender black guy’s ass. Aaron showed the new pics to Nick and then read off the guys profile text “5 foot 11, 180 lbs, 7.5 cut, grad student needs NSA fun to relieve stress from cranky profs and parents. Avg looking guy with a non-average sex drive and a sense of adventure. Vers. Few limits and not into vanilla. Not a slut and picky about who I meet. No quickie/pump-n-dump. Like it long, sweaty and hard.” Aaron looked at Nick after he finished and said “Whatcha think?” “I’m not sure. If we do your guy this time, then next time I get to pick” Nick replied. “He’s not sure about a three way, so there’s no meet yet. That sounds fair though” Aaron said. A message came back almost 15 minutes later. “Ur bf is poz? urs says ‘ask’ so I am.” Aaron had forgotten that Nick had put his real status in the profile and figured that this was the end of this hookup. He replied though and crossed his fingers - “poz too.” Aaron and Nick went back to looking at profiles and a short time later he got a reply. “Dunno. never fucked with a poz guy b4. I only bb. would u guys pull out?” Aaron replied “We can try but no guarantees” and held his breath. He was encouraged since the guy even replied. He had several guys ghost on him as soon as he mentioned he was poz. “I’m crazy for even thinking abt this but its got me so boned. can we all flip?” came the reply. Aaron chuckled and said to Nick “Got him.” “of course. when, where?” Aaron replied. The guy wanted some time to clean out and Aaron and Nick did the same. They showed up at the guy’s apartment and knocked on the door. The guy opened the door and stood there nervously in just a pair of jogging shorts that had a huge tent. He looked Aaron and Nick over and then said “Hey, I’m Brian. Come on in.” The guys walked into the small studio apartment and saw the guy had cleared a place in front of the couch to play. “Hi Brian, I’m Aaron and this is my boyfriend Nick. It looks like you’re ready for fun” Aaron said with a laugh. “Yeah, I’ve been so fuckin horny but there’s been no free time for a few weeks” Brian said fidgeting. Aaron pulled his shirt off and then pushed his sneakers off. Nick pulled his tank top off and dropped his shorts while kicking his shoes off. Nick moved over and kneeled in front of Brian and pulled the jogging shorts free of the hard cock. Nick looked up at Brian and said “No piercing anymore?” “Uh, no. I took it out since it usually freaks guys out that I hookup with” Brian replied, his voice clearly showing how nervous he was. “No problem for me and I don’t think Aaron minds it either” Nick said with a grin. Brian reached over to the table and picked up the 2 gauge circular barbell and unscrewed the ball on one end. He held his cock and fished the piercing through the head of his cock and screwed the ball back on. As soon as Brian let go of his cock, Nick was licking all over it and flicking his tongue over the piercing. Aaron moved next to Brian and started kissing him while letting his hand roam over Brian’s chest. Nick was sucking Brian’s cock deep and flexing his throat tight around the end of the shaft, the piercing dug into the sides of his throat but it didn’t slow him down. Brian reached down and grabbed Aaron’s wrist and pulled his hand up, looking at his forearm. “Damn, thats pretty permanent” he said as he looked closely at the biohazard tattoo. “The bug is permanent too” Aaron said with a grin. “Yeah, that’s what I’m not sure of” Brian said. There was a long pause and he then asked “You guys mind if I fuck you but swallow your loads?” “Thats not really what we were planning. I was looking to get my dick in that hot ass of yours” Aaron said. “Uh… maybe” said Brian. Nick pulled off of Brian’s hard, spit covered cock and gripped the piercing in his teeth. He tugged a couple times and then let go, turning around and pushing his ass up in the air. Brian looked down and saw Nick’s butt wiggle and couldn’t resist. He knelt down and pulled the cheeks apart and shoved his face in. Aaron got down on the floor next to Nick and offered his ass up as well. Brian moved back and forth, feasting on each fuckhole for a few minutes and then over to the other one. His tongue and fingers worked both holes open and Brian’s cock was hard and leaking precum on the carpet. Brian couldn’t take any more and crawled up and mounted the guy in front of him, which happened to be Nick. He added some spit to the end of his cock and then slowly pushed in. He watched as the piercing and the head of his cock sank inside Nick’s hole and past the outer ring. He paused a moment, not wanting to go too fast and blow his load too soon. Nick was getting impatient and shoved his ass back, firmly impaling himself on Brian’s cock. Brian let out a grunt and tried to settle himself again. He held Nick’s hips tight for a few moments and then eased up. Nick took his cue and started to fuck himself, slowly at first. A few minutes later and Brian started his own thrusts and the two were fucking into each other harder and harder. Brian grabbed Nick’s hips again and slammed in three times hard and yanked his cock out, growling and shaking his upper body and head, trying to prevent his body from orgasming. He moved over behind Aaron and leaned forward, giving a half dozen rough licks around his fuck hole. Having calmed his balls down, he stood up and took hold of Aaron’s shoulders while resting his hard, leaking cock on Aaron’s crack. Brian stroked his cock between the crack a few times and then arched his back, aiming his cock a little lower before pushing in. There was some resistance and when Aaron took a hit of poppers, his hole opened up. Brian gave a long push and half a minute later was balls deep in Aaron’s poz ass. “Fuck guys, I don’t know which of you has a better ass to fuck. They both feel fuckin’ great around my cock” Brian said while he fucked Aaron deeper and harder. Nick looked back and watched his boyfriend get drilled and slowly stroked his cock to keep it hard and ready for any chance he had to slide into Brian or Aaron. He saw the contorted looks Brian was making while fucking Aaron and knew that Brian was so horny after a dry spell that he could blow at any moment. Aaron worked his ass around Brian’s neg cock hoping to get him to shoot a load inside so that Aaron could fuck Brian’s hot ass. Brian picked up on Aaron’s plan and slowed down and pulled out, pausing several seconds before shoving back in and fucking several strokes and pulling out again. He wanted this fuck to last all afternoon and not just 30 minutes. He fucked a few strokes and pulled out a few more times and then decided he needed to take a break or he would shoot his load. When Brian didn’t push back into Aaron’s ass, Nick made his move. He rolled Brian over and pushed his legs wide. Leaning over he sucked on each of Brian’s balls and then pushed him back and started rimming his ass. Brian moaned loudly as Nick’s tongue attacked his hole. Aaron straddled Brian’s head and fed him his hard cock. Brian started sucking and licking just as energetically as he had when he was munching and fucking Nick and Aaron’s holes. Clearly he was starved for sex. Aaron leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Brian’s cock and savored the taste of precum that was leaking out of his cock. He sucked and nursed on Brian’s cock and balls while thrusting his cock into Brian’s throat. Brian started writhing around and finally pulled off of Aaron’s cock and yelled out “Slow down, I don’t want to shoot yet!” Aaron leaned back and so did Nick. Brian went from a full assault to just a cock resting against his face in a second. Nick gave him a few moments to cool down and then spit on his hole. Slowly he lowered Brian’s ass down toward his rock hard cock. He aimed with his hips and the tip of his cock pushed into Brian’s pussy. “Oh fuck! Uh…. I don’t know…” Brian said as his ass came down the last few inches and Nick’s poz cock was half way in. Aaron steadied Brian’s legs and Nick started rocking his hips. “Oh my god” Brian exclaimed as his hole finally had a cock back into it after almost two months of no action. Deeper and deeper the raw cock plunged into his hole, stretching and forcing its way in. Brian groaned as the pain gave way to pleasure. Nick’s cock wasn’t too big for him, but the lack of cock fucking him had definitely gotten him tight. Soon, he felt Nick bottom out inside him and he let out a loud moan. Nick looked at Aaron and they both grinned back at each other. Nick slowly built up the speed of his thrusts and with the help of the precum he was coating Brian’s chute with, the fuck just kept getting easier. Nick leaned forward and started pounding Brian’s cunt and when he felt his balls start to tingle he slammed in and then pulled out. “Fuck! I’m so damn close!” he yelled out before falling back. Aaron quickly took his spot and easily slid his cock into Brian’s gaping hole. He started out slow, just like Nick and it took him a good twenty minutes to build up to a hard pounding fuck. Aaron wanted desperately to breed Brian. His ass felt so good around his cock and Brian knew how to work his ass muscles around his cock but not so intensely to cause him to shoot. He knew how to make a fuck last as long as the top was willing to play along. When he sensed his orgasm was about to happen, he too pulled out, yelling “Oh oh oh oh oh” as he tried to stop it. Nick leaned over and rimmed the now sloppy hole, tasting both his and Aaron’s precum. Brian started to stroke his cock slowly and once it was hard again said “I need to fuck someone’s ass. I don’t care who.” Nick stood up, kneeled on the floor and bent over. Aaron watched Brian roll forward and mount his boyfriend in one fluid motion. Nick’s hole was tight but it quickly adapted to Brian’s cock again. Brian pushed forward and then was on his feet, thrusting into Nick’s poz hole. He got into a good rhythm, not too fast so he could enjoy Nick’s pussy. Brian closed his eyes as he fucked into Nick and enjoyed it for a few minutes but was surprised when he suddenly felt a hand on the middle of his back, followed by a cock at his hole. Aaron was following Brian’s body, the end of his cock lightly touching the pucker of Brian’s hole. He kept this going for almost half a minute when he lunged forward and forced his cock back into Brian’s cunt. “Oh FUCK!” yelled out Brian and it was an almost certainty that any neighbors that were home had heard him. Aaron’s shove had forced Brian all the way into Nick’s hole and Aaron could feel the spasms around his cock. Brian hadn’t shot his load, but his body was not prepared for the quick invasion of Aaron’s cock. Once Brian’s ass had a gotten used to Aaron’s shaft, Aaron pulled back slowly giving Brian room to fuck himself on it and fuck Nick’s hole. The three bodies were close together and the heat enveloped them all. Brian’s thrusts started to get frantic and they all knew that he was about to cum. “Breed him, Brian. Breed my boyfriend” Aaron said in his ear. A few thrusts later, Aaron could feel his cock getting milked from Brian’s orgasm. Each pulse squeezed Aaron’s cock tighter until he couldn’t keep from cumming. Shot after shot of neg cum filled Nick’s guts and then the shots of Aaron’s toxic seed started to fill Brian. Aaron fell on top of Brian, pushing him down on top of Nick. Each hole was milking the last drops of cum out of the cock that was in it. Aaron pulled out first and laid back on the floor, gasping for breath. Brian was next and laid next to Aaron. Nick turned around and started licking both cum covered cocks in front of him. He would lick one a few times and then move over to the other one that was slowly deflating. He went back and forth until all the cum from their cocks was safely in his belly. He looked at Aaron and then let out a sinister laugh. Nick quickly lifted Brian’s legs and pushed forward, sliding his still hard cock into Brian’s ass. This time there was no slow start. He started hammering as soon as his cock was all the way in to the cum soaked hole. Brian couldn’t help himself, he clamped down on Nick’s cock and then would release. He already had one charged load in his ass, what was a second one going to hurt? He looked up at Nick and said “You want to breed me, don’t you. Just like your boyfriend, pumping your virus into my neg hole trying to knock me up.” Nick’s breathing was ragged but between gasps he replied “Yeah I do and you’re not trying to stop me. You want me to poz you up, don’t ya.” Brian’s hole started to squeeze harder and harder. He couldn’t say it verbally, but his actions told Nick all he needed to know. His balls contracted and his cock swelled up as he slammed in deep. “You’re fucked now” Nick said as a torrent of cum pumped into Brian’s ass. After a minute, Nick slowly pulled his cock out of Brian and let his legs down. Brian’s cock was as hard as it had been all day and pointing right at the ceiling. Aaron looked over at it and saw the precum still drooling out of the piss slit. He got up and quickly sat down on Brian’s shaft. Aaron rode it like he was on a mechanical bull, slamming himself down and then sitting up. Brian was grunting with each stroke, surprised that he was ready to fuck so soon after breeding Nick. Aaron barked out “Come on, give me that load. Shoot your last neg load into my ass, fucker!” Brian was surprised at how Aaron’s comments turned him on. His cock got even harder and his hips started to fuck into Aaron’s ass. Each time he slammed into Aaron he yelled “Fuck!” After half a dozen more shoves, he grabbed Aaron’s arms and pulled him down. The pulses were strong and Aaron could feel the cock pump its untainted semen into his cunt. Brian couldn’t believe how hard he shot. Usually his second load was much smaller than the first but not this time. The guys laid there naked in the apartment for at least ten minutes until Aaron said “Thanks, that was a fucking great time. We should probably get going.” “Yeah, that was one of the wildest times I’ve ever had” Brian replied. Aaron and Nick pulled their clothes on over their cum and sweat covered bodies. Brian showed them to the door, still naked and his cock partially hard. Aaron sent Brian a message when they got home - “You can hit hospital or clinic for pep if you want.” A minute later he got a reply - “Nah, I’ll take my chances. Let me know if u want to meet again.”

Never happened to me personally but I've had a Lot of guys that don't want or let me cum when they are fucking me

I know exactly how hot that is because it's how I was trained to be submissive. I had a top buddy years ago that used to fuck me normally and then I admittied to him one day I had submissive tendencies. I told him after I cum I have no desire to have sex and I didn't usually cum when we met at all so I stayed horny. The next time we met, he told me he wanted to see me jerk off. I masturbated while he watched and just as I was getting ready to cum, he told me still intended to fuck me after my orgasm anyway. I shot a huge load and true to his word, he fucked me while I had no desire for it at all. He said it was teach me that I was there to please him, not the other way around. He never fucked me again without making me cum first and today I'm such a submissive little slut because of it.

Part two: So I get up and get dressed and take my sore ass home only to lay in bed and start putting my fingers in my ass while I jacked myself off; I even scooped up my cum and ate it and falling right to sleep. Oh the dreams I must have had that night I woke up with a raging hard on and thought about jacking off, but remembered I had to be at this rest area by noon and it was 9:30, so I get up do my chores and the scene from the day before kept coming back in my mind that just a day ago I was straight and liked girls, and in less than 24 hours I had sucked another guys cock, and a black one at that; swallowed his cum and got fucked by another guy without a condom, was I gay now? I didn’t feel gay; but my cock kept getting hard at the thought of me getting fucked like a girl and sucking off another man!! At 11:30 I bail and head to the park; scared that if I am not there on time this guy would show up at my parents’ house! So I am walking down the road to where I was told to go and found an old brick building off the road, there were several cars parked around, some guys were reading the paper, some were walking along the road by their cars, and some were empty. So I walk into the men’s room and sure enough the white guy is standing there next to the sink; Drop your shorts so I can see if you got underwear on, I start to look around and he yelled, NOW BITCH! I thought I was going to faint not knowing if anyone else was there, but I did what he said and showed him I didn’t have any underwear on. Take off your shorts and give them to me now bitch, then get in the cubicle. So I do it so he wouldn’t yell at me again, since I was no match for him since I was only 140 pounds at 5’11, I was called skinny Minnie in school, and hated confrontation. So I get in the stall and sit down,with only my sneaker on and the white guy comes in the stall with me and asks my name; so I tell him it was Chris, Dan is mine he stated, then he pulled down he pants and told me to get to work, I asked him if it was safe, at this point he grabs me by the throat and pushes me back against the wall and said you are a mans bitch now, you don’t ask, you just do; Understand you fucking bitch? All I could do was nod, as he let me go, he again told me to get to work, I grabbed his cock and started to suck on it. As I was sucking he gave me a bottle and told me that they call them poppers, like the one you had yesterday. So I inhale some and got a rush and started to work a little harder on sucking him, he said that is a good piggy bitch. The guy then pulls out this pipe and puts the lighter under it and starts to hit it a couple of times. He then told me it was my turn, well I don’t smoke, but is was to scared to tell him that; so he put the pipe to my lips and I inhale and started coughing really hard but within minutes I as so fucking high, I didn’t care who came in. I started sucking him for all it was worth but he pulled his cock from my mouth, opened the stall door and told me to go lean over the sink!! I walk over to the sink not caring who sees me and he tells me to spread em, sounded like a cop getting ready to search me. I look back and he is getting finger full of lube and dipping it into the same bag as yesterday and starts to push it up my horny as hell ass, I even found myself pushing back enjoying the feeling. I kept feeling higher and higher with every second, I was almost pleading with the guy to fuck me. He starts to laugh and told me I would be a pure cumdump in no time! He then lined his cock up and pushed in and I just laid my head on the sink submitting to another man who was now making me his bitch to breed and use, and I was loving it. Dan as now going to town tell me how tight of an ass I had and I would be well known in the park before the end of summer. I soon found out what he ment. Dan started to really slam his cock in my ass and I was now telling him how much I loved the feel of his cock and fuck me and use me anyway he wanted; again he laughed and said he planned on it. I hit the poppers again and was in overdrive pushing back, Dan asked me if I wanted his load pumping in me, OH GOD YEEEEEES!! FUCK ME PLEASE, cum in me, he then said I was about to get knocked up again with his babies, all I could do is beg him to impregnate me, put your babies in me, knock me up make me your bitch!!! I then felt that strange swelling and him breathing hard as he told me he was cuming in my piggy bitch ass and I would know it soon enough if I got knocked up!! All I could think of was carrying his baby in my belly and smiled as he pulled out knowing I was now a man’s property to use for their sexual pleasures! Dan told me to turn around and clean his cock off, I didn’t even think were his cock had been, I just got down on my knees and licked and sucked it clean. He then handed me my shorts and told me to put them on and to follow him, I of course did without worry………..