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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”

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.

I had a session last night with a very hot guy - mid 30s, muscular and very dominant, just how I like em! Anyway, I arrived at his place and as soon as I'm through the door he orders me to strip and get myself hard. I had a pretty good idea what he wanted from me, i'd experienced something similar to this a few years ago. "Cum for me, and hurry up" he orders. So I jerk myself off while he sits and watches, stroking his cock through his boxers. I shot my load within a few minutes which he then scooped up off my chest and used to lube up my hole before fucking and using me for several hours straight. It was so hot for me to get my orgasm out of the way before the session even started, for the rest of the night I had no interest at all in jerking off or cumming again and I could totally focus on giving him pleasure and servicing his dick with my ass. I felt like the perfect bottom fucktoy. This is the second time i've experienced a top who demanded this of me but it was so hot, I wish it would happen every time! Anyone else had a similar experience?

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.

Hey guys, retired dad here who likes rough trade types and dad/son group party and play. This story is me living my fantasy, with other rough trade dads corrupting, teaching and converting boys into our play stable. I’ll be startled it soon…

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...

Yeah. It was a great background piece. Your writing is absolutely fantastic. Would definitely watch the Netflix series.

If not, just click on the screenname, and it should take you to HotRawButt4U's profile, and from there there is a tab for his activity/posts. A bit of a work around, but a way to get there at least

Thank you so much for another amazing chapter!

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

I'm glad they're being responsible. Not enough people vaccinated yet. 2 weeks after my second shot. I'm going to bet he biggest whore!

On my way there right now, as it happens!

I am a simple man with a simple mind, and the train of thought went "a fare jumper in your hallway would be willing to risk injury at the hands of the turnstile in order to reach your boudoir." And I'm glad I was able to provide a bit of humor to go with the morning coffee.

I do believe this is a fetish site dedicated to the gratification of carnal desires. This Isn't a Miss America pageant. Take your morals to Christian Mingle.

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.

Will, Dominic and Jay can fuck me! 😜

Welp, I finally hosted a leave-the-door-ajar darkroom scene overnight. This hung guy had been hounding me for a couple weeks at another site, but I was just too nervous to do it. And, I repeatedly told him so. It was difficult to tell if he was trying to convince me how nice of a guy he would be because he really meant it, or, because he just wanted to use my hole. Well, last night he made it clear through all of my hemming and hawing that he "just want(s) sex. That's it". Fair enough, stud. He's a soul brother few years younger than me, so, I was skeptical about agreeing to this. I like older tops. "Older", as in at least 40. But, he had 8 inches for me! What was I supposed to do? I fiddled about for an hour, half-hoping he'd forget about it because I was taking so long. No chance. It was after 3.30am, and I was finally ready. I lit some candles and put on my "uniform"; a hoodie and knee-high socks, gave him the location info, and assumed the position on the bed so the first thing he'd see when he arrived was my bare butt in the air. Fuck yeah I was nervous as hell! More nervous than excited. I think the reverse will be true the more I do it. When I heard him enter, I couldn't believe it was really going to happen. I couldn't fucking believe I was actually doing it and that he was really here! "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!", I kept saying to myself. This was just a really big deal for me to be doing this, and, it felt more like an acknowledgment that I had crossed yet another point-of-no-return as a bottom. I wrestle internally with this all the time. He silently slid in behind me and half-undressed. He took it out and it flopped down on my butt with a smack a few times, and it drove me fucking crazy! He was holding something that wasn't yet at full attention, but, was still clear that it was something you were going to feel. "Oh man...", I whispered nervously. Probably a half-dozen times. I couldn't believe it was about to happen. He positioned me how he wanted - on all 4's - and jammed his tongue in my butt for a few minutes, and it was GREAT! I had asked him a week before if he prefered a pre-lubed hole waiting for him, or if he liked it dry so he could eat it first. I remembered his answer. But, when he started rubbing that big thang against my hole, I quickly reached for one of many lubes strewn about the bed. I especially grabbed for the NURU gel. I like the way it makes my hole so slippery! I had Magnums strategically placed at all 4 corners of the bed, and, I heard him tear open a packet. Yet, when I instinctively reached back behind me - not to confirm he was wearing one, but, just to guide him inside me - I didn't feel it. He'd yanked it off, or, maybe not even bothered to put it on at all. I didn't give a fuck. I was far more busy making damn sure I was well lubed before he entered me. Which, he did, slowly. True to my request. "Don't push in yet", I pleaded, as I patiently wiggled and worked my butt down on his meat. It was so hard! His cock, I mean. I'm always scared of big cocks, but, he just kinda held it there until I was comfortable enough to fully relax. Thankfully, it didn't take too long, and he was fully inside me. That's when he started holding me with both hands at my hips and thrusting. He was really beating it up, but, thankfully, it wasn't uncomfortable at all! He'd beat it up for a few, then, pull out and relax, then, get right back to it. It felt amazing. I tried really hard to keep my whimpering to a minimum, but, he didn't seem as concerned about volume levels as he grunted audibly and increased breathing heavily. I knew what that meant. And, I was ready to accept it. I'm one of those bottoms who doesn't like to be sucked nor stroked, but, can cum without manual stimulation just from being fucked - apparently this is sometimes called a sissygasm - so, I whimpered that I was gonna cum, and, that's when he really went to work! He was giving me everything he had, and I didn't give 3 shits about the chick in the unit across from mine hearing it. I came, and was a mindless mess at that point. He came a few moments after I did, got up, declined my offer of a towel waiting for him in the washroom, pulled up his tracksuit bottoms, and bounced out. I scurried to the washroom and reached for that towel as I felt it running down my leg. I wiped it off, but, might not next time. Especially if I'm not hosting. I think doing a slut walk of shame with a top's load seeping out of my butt would be awesome! I wouldn't say that he "broke" me, but, now I'm not so nervous about hosting such a scene anymore. It'll just have to wait until after I get that Monkeypox vaccine, hopefully this week. I guess I just really wanted to have 1 good fuck before that, as it had been a few weeks. Mission Accomplished.

On my opinion - just enjoy it and don’t say crap to anyone about it. I love my partner but to deal with his theatrics of being a drama queen are too much for me to handle. take all the dudes loads he offers and ENJOY! doesn’t mean you care about your partner any less.

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!

You can only feel shame if you’re ashamed of what you do! I’m proud to be a slut. The more loads I take the prouder I become!!

I was "molested" by a teacher who was only so bold as to pair kids up in secret - he only liked to watch and direct, but I don't recall if he actually filmed. He didn't know he was pairing me up with my cousin when I was around 10, but my female cousin already had experience at that age and had no objections. Teacher never got caught, but ended up moving away. Sometimes I wonder if he ever continued his alternative "sex education." Either way, I only ever fucked raw from that age. Still fuck my cousin from time to time, behind hubby's back. At one point, we thought one of her kids could have been mine (she wasn't). Wasn't until 12 and living in Utah when I had sex with another boy, my best friend at the time. I had taken to sneaking my dad's porn videos from his room, sharing them with my friend and jacking off next to him. One day on the way back from school, he asked if it was weird to want to put his cock in another boy's ass. We'd already seen anal sex, so I said no. Ended up blowing each other and fucking most of the night when he stayed over the next time. About a month later one of the old guys who owned one of the duplexes offered to babysit for a bunch of parents. One of them was the neighbor girl next door. We were told we'd be watching movies the whole weekend. Well... we did. When we were taking breaks from making movies. I still wonder if there's a video of younger me circling around in the hands of older perverts. That was the first time I had someone older than me. We had "movie night" once a month, up until the neighbor girl moved away. By the time I was 15 and back in California, I was actively looking for sex from older men. It took me years after the fact, but that was around the time I took my first poz load. I still don't know how I came away from that without actually getting pozzed, maybe I was lucky (it was only one time, but he had all the signs). I eventually ended up mellowing out and taking a break from chasing (and giving) tail, but I definitely put all my "education" into practice with the boyfriends/girlfriends I had after high-school. I can't say for sure it's what made me what I am today. I certainly don't reach out like I used to back then. But I don't think I've burned out, either. I've slowly started to reconnect, and when I'm with those few friends I keep in touch with, I definitely go nuts until I nut. I do know that I wasn't ever that scared, or in pain, when it happened. I had the "benefit" of "mentors" that made it as comfortable as possible, and friends to make it fun. I'm not going to lie, I have alot of fond memories from then, as wrong as it was.

What I love about the gay community is that even on a kink website talking about kinky bareback porn (or at least porn that was once kinky and edgy) we can still find a way to relate it to a broadway musical - thank you alwaysready!

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.

PigSon & his PigDad - Chapter 4 Dad Jake placed the hot glass pipe down to the wet washcloth, letting out that all familiar “hiss” as the hot pipe cooled to the wet washcloth. There was no swirl left in the pipe, after he and his boy Adam had just shotgunned each other. But now it was Kyle’s turn. And daddy Jake was to teach him how. So daddy Jake picked up the pipe, cuddled close to Kyle, lit his Bic to the bottom of the pipe, bubbling that wonderful crystal again, informing How to look at those beautiful white clouds swirling in the pipe bulb, beautiful fuckin clouds, and when that whole pipe clouded milky white, he put the stem to Kyle’s eager mouth, instructing him to “suck in slowly, slowly, while Daddy’s Bic flame stayed on the pipe, burning that beautiful Crystal, as daddy Jake rocked his pipe back-and-forth, saying, “suck it in baby Kyle. Suck in your future, our futures, bitch. Keep sucking. Suck suck as much as you can and hold it in, baby.” Jake Twirled that pipe back-and-forth after taking the flame off to it, until there was no cloud left, telling Kyle to blow a big beautiful white cloud for all of them to see. And it was The most fucking beautiful thing all three of them saw. Jake put the pipe down on the washcloth, hissssss. “You like, baby Boy?” asked Jake to Kyle. Picking the pipe up again, and lighting the torch flame to it, daddy Jake swirled the pipe again, saying to Kyle, “now baby, you me and Adam are all gonna swap and share, bitch.” Dad Jake took it all in, shotgunned Kyle, who as ordered by daddy Jake, shotgunned into his boy Adam. Now Picking up that more intense torch, daddy Jake fired up the torch, ran it between the stem (Daddy likes to use a longstem pipe, keeping the flame more away from the lips) back down to the bulb, letting all that beautiful brown shit start swirling again, and all three shared that beautiful fucking cloudy white cloud, bitch, Swapping back-and-forth, over and over, torch to that bulb, tortured every little brown spec that was on that fucking glass pipe, until that fucking pipe was burned clean,bitch. Ahhh. “Time to move the shit upstairs, Time to clean out our fucking Hungry pussies, For the seed we’re all gonna take and give to each other, bitches, ahhhh,” Claimed dad Jake. Daddy and his two boys are all fucking horned up now. And after they clean themselves up, they still had the percolator bong to work with later. So fucking fucking hot, bitches. Men working together, in unison, sniffing their dirty stank, licking their fucking feet, Sniffing their dirty tank tops jacks and socks,their fucking armpits, their juicy fucking pussy holes, and sucking on each other’s fucking hard cocks bitches. The adventure continued. Daddy Jake at this point, would have to enter this chapter and future ones a bit later From now on. End of Chapter 4

PigSon & his PigDad - Chapter 1 60-year old dad Jake thinks it’s Friday. Everyday seems the same these days for him. Climbing outta his bed, puttin on his old strap and shorts from yesterday, his sweaty black tank top and his dirty knee high fuck socks into his dirty old converse canvas high tops. He likes to feel and smell ripe sometimes. He don’t work no more. He loves the smell of his old converse high tops. Jake Headin downstairs to grab some Java. Excited today caus he hadn’t clouded in a few weeks. Today his 18-year old “baby boy” Adam from across the alley is due over with his 18-year old high school track buddy Kyle. Kyle told Adam he’s curious about our daddy-son pig thing goin on these past couple months. Jake just gotta give the signal. Out on the back porch sparking up a cool menthol and raising his coffee cup to take another swig, he hopes Adam gets their agreed upon signal. Been about a year since Jake got introduced to clouding and it’s an addition to his stash of strong weed, weed vape pen, occasional G and his usual alcohol spirits. Jake Set up his clean glass pipe loaded with fresh shards, his weed pipe and wet wash cloth and his cleaned out and ready to go percolator bong with fresh shards and fruity Sugar-free Kool-Aid Bongwater. Torch and bic on hand. Divided his G into three glasses of sugar free koolaid and ice cubes for a nice ice-breakin start. All on his side coffee table. They should be on their way, thru the back alley gate so these nosy fuckin neighbors don’t see them. Jake stocked up with beer and some spirits. He’s Tappin this chapter out while waiting. Getting fucking excited slipping his cock ring on and stroking his PA ringed cock. Oh baby. Jake Missed the pipe swirl and those nice thick cloudy bong hits Gonna be a fuckin nice Friday or whatever day it is. Adam and Kyle still all sweated up from their big meet yesterday. If they didn’t clean out they can do it here. Adam says he too Misses the swirl. Been awhile for him too. Not sure if Kyle has tried yet. Adam says he’s curious. Jake hears them knocking on the back alley gate. End of Chapter 1

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.

Part 93 - Opportunities Ric got back to the hotel and walked up to the room. While he had dumped two loads in the client, he still wanted to fuck. Maybe his dad would like to play or maybe he could find some cruising spots online. He didn’t want to hookup in the room in case his dad walked in and he already had done one three-way and wasn’t interested in another one today. He wanted the attention he could get from a one on one fuck. Ric got to the room and heard some noises from inside but didn’t know if it was the TV or his dad getting some action. He unlocked the door and slowly opened it checking to see if the safety lock was up. The door didn’t bump into it, so he opened it further. Laying on the floor in a pile was a hotel uniform and on the bed with his legs wrapped around Frank’s waist was one of the hotel workers. Ric shook his head as Frank turned to him and said “You want a go? He’s a great fuck and already lubed.” Ric sighed and said “No dad, I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I’ll be back in an hour.” Ric walked out of the room and wandered around the hotel. He realized that he only had his escort phone with him so his dad couldn’t text him when he was done. He sat down in the lobby and watched the people come and go, glancing at the phone waiting for the hour to expire. The phone buzzed and he saw he had a few new emails. He read through a few, some were spam and others were asking about escort services. He replied to one that seemed to be serious and got to the most recent message. The title of the email was “unique opportunity.” He almost deleted it without reading it, except that the preview caught his eye. He opened it and it read “Hello. A friend of mine thought you would be perfect for a filming session we are about to do. My friend said I needed to contact you ASAP since you will be in town only a day or two more. If you are interested in doing a scene in an adult film that requires someone with your special gift, please call me. Slick Palm, Esq.” There was a phone number listed at the bottom of the message and Ric re-read the message several times. He had only told a few people where he would be this weekend so it had to be one of them. “Adult film?” Ric thought. It might be interesting, but he was pretty sure he didn’t want anyone to know that he was escorting, much less doing porn. Once the video got out, it would be all over the internet and it might screw up a “normal” career after he graduated. He decided he had some time to kill before going back to the room, so he might as well call to find out more. “Hi, you sent me an email a half hour ago about a unique opportunity?” Ric said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Ah… yes… Is this Austin?” a deep voice asked. “It is” Ric replied. “I know the message was vague. I assume you might be interested but need more information?” the guy said. “Mmmhmm” replied Ric. “Well, I don’t really want to get into specifics over the phone. How long are you going to be in town?” the guy asked. “I’ll be around all day tomorrow and then until about noon on Sunday” Ric answered. “Ah, ok. We would have to do something tomorrow then. Can you meet this evening to talk further? I’m at the Grand Palace Hotel. Is that convenient?” asked the guy. “Uh, I think that’s down the street from the hotel I’m at. When would be a good time?” Ric asked. “How about now? I’m in room 702” the guy said and Ric agreed. As he was walking over to the other hotel, Ric realized he hadn’t showered since the client meeting. The butterflies in his stomach now were now swarming. He prayed that he wouldn’t have to undress or get really close to anyone, since they could probably smell the dried cum and sweat on his body. He got to the room and took a deep breath before knocking. The door opened and a there stood a guy about Ric’s height but about 25 pounds heavier and 30 years older standing in front of him in khakis and a polo shirt. His dark hair was graying and he had a bushy mustache. “Hi, I’m Ari aka Slick Palm. Nice to meet you Austin. You look even better in person. Uh.. have a seat.” Ari directed him to a pair of chairs that was separated by a small round table by the window. “So, a bit of background. I’m a manager for several well known adult film stars. I deal with the studios and take care of the legal BS so my clients can just do what they’re good at. The most well-known client I have is working on a project to sell to a studio as a complete video. He has been disappointed with the editing of the last two, so he is demanding full control. He’s well known as a prep user in the industry and will film with anyone so he’s been paired with a wide variety of other stars” Ari explained. Ric nodded and waited for how he would fit in to the project. “So, the theme of this video is my client getting fucked bare and filled with cum from detectable HIV positive men. We have shot three scenes so far and are very happy with them. We need one more. Now, the thing is that my client stopped taking PrEP a few weeks before filming started. No one knows this except for the actors and myself. My client wants to have this video out there and no one except for a select group of people to know that it documents his infection” Ari continued. “Fuck, that’s sick” Ric replied. Ari smiled and nodded. “It’s his choice and he really wants to do this. Now, and this is where you come in, we need to do another scene, but the budget won’t allow us to use any of the big name actors. Most of the poz ones are on meds anyway and my client wants it to really happen on film. He’s getting quite irritable since he has been limiting his sexual encounters to just our filmed scenes. So far, we have filmed a scene and waited three or four weeks before he then gets tested. So far, he is still negative.” “So you want to film me breeding him and see if he gets pozzed up?” Ric asked. “Exactly. We only need one more scene and the one that ends up in the final product will be the guy that succeeded. Does this interest you?” Ari asked. “Yeah, it sounds cool. But…” Ric said, pausing for several seconds as his mind raced. “What more do you want to know?” asked Ari. Finally, Ric said “If I did it, I really don’t want people to be able to recognize me in the video. I’ve seen porn scenes where guys wear masks but they’re really cheesy or they look like bank robbers. Many times you can even tell who it is. And… how do I know he’s not going to change his mind and sue me or get me thrown in jail? Uhhh, and last… can we really do this by tomorrow night?” Ari smiled back. He picked up a piece of paper that had several pictures of Ric from his escort ad and a couple private ones that he had sent to prospective clients and looked them over. Ric saw what they were and was surprised. Ari said “Those are pretty good questions. Uh… I think we can come up with a way to obscure your face and with editing we can probably cut out any close ups of your chest tattoo. Without that, you could be just about any latino porn actor. As far as changing his mind, I doubt that would happen. We can easily have him sign a document acknowledging that he knows your status and is willingly having unprotected sex with you. And yes, we can do this by tomorrow night, we will just need two to three hours of your time. Is there anything else you want to know before we go any further?” “Uh, I guess the other important thing is how much does it pay?” Ric asked. Ari wrote down a number on a stickie and gave it to Ric. “Its a flat rate. There are no things like royalties you might get on a Hollywood production” Ari added. Ric had no idea if he was getting screwed over or if it was a fair amount and he couldn’t really call anyone to ask them. It seemed like a decent amount of money - it was a lot more than what he would make on a 3 hour escort job. If things went like Ari said they would and he could keep his anonymity, he thought that this could be a great job. Besides, they were paying him to fuck a porn star. “I guess it’s ok. What is your share and what’s next?” Ric asked. Ari chuckled “I get paid to put it together, so that’s all yours. Cash, by the way, paid after the scene is filmed and we’re happy with your work. As for what’s next… well, I need to inspect the goods. No sex mind you, but I need to see you naked and make sure everything works.” “Uh, I’m a bit grungy from earlier. Can I quickly run through the shower?” Ric asked. Ari laughed and said “Of course, but first, please swab your gums with this. Once on top, once on bottom.” Ric took the test stick and did as he was told and handed it back to Ari. He went into the bathroom and quickly stripped his clothes off. He washed himself off as fast as he could, making sure that his cock was clean and the dried cum under his foreskin was gone. He dried off and decided since Ari wanted to see him naked anyway, there was no sense in putting his clothes back on. He walked back into the main area and Ari looked up over the papers he was reading. “Mmm, good. You’re not shy about being naked around strangers. I’m always surprised when porn actors are. You definitely are endowed like I was told you were. Can you stroke it the rest of the way hard?” asked Ari. “This is soft, but yeah” Ric said as he reached down and started to jack his cock while his other hand was flicking one pierced nip. He closed his eyes briefly and his go-to image when he needed to get hard quick was Dave, uh Joe, riding his cock and taking his virginity shortly after they met. His cock was soon at it’s full glory. He looked over at Ari who was licking his lips. He remembered that Ari had said “no sex” so instead of moving closer and brushing his cock over Ari’s lips, he just modeled it showing both sides, top and bottom and his lightly hairy balls. He even turned around and showed his furry ass. “Very nice” Ari said as he looked him over. “Your skin is perfect, the body hair gives a nice accent and is trimmed just right. The biohazard tattoo gives you that ‘bad boy’ edge. Shame we will have to edit out the other tattoo and no one will get to see that sexy face” Ari said with his voice trailing off. Ric was a little embarrassed listening to Ari critique him but it did boost his ego. “Thanks, Joe” he thought. Ari looked down at his watch, then looked at the test and smiled. Ari then said “You can get dressed now. We will meet in this room tomorrow night at seven. Please be here showered and ready to go. We’ll provide something to cover your face, any props and lube. Think about a name to use for the credits, it can be your escorting name or something else.” Ric went into the bathroom and put his clothes back on as he listened to the rest of Ari’s comments. “Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow” was all he said as he walked out the door. He had been in the room for almost two hours and figured his dad was probably done by now. He headed back to his hotel wondering if it was a good or bad idea to do this porn shoot. He was curious as to who had recommended him for the job but realized that his pics were going to get out and he had no control over it. The same would be true for the video. — Frank told the hotel worker to get dressed and to get back to work after Ric left. He really wanted to watch his son fuck another guy and he wondered why Ric didn’t want to join him but shrugged it off. He showered and waited for Ric to come back to the room. It had been over an hour and he started to get worried. He put on some shorts and a tee shirt and went searching around the hotel for Ric. He looked all over - the lobby, the gym, the pool, even the bar. On his second loop he stopped at the bar and ordered a drink and sat down. In less than five minutes a guy moved over and sat next to him The flirting was nonstop from the tall, older businessman. Frank figured he was in his early sixties, with a shaved head, a single earring in his left ear and a confidence about him. When Frank sipped the last of his whiskey down, the guy said “Lets take this to my room.” They walked to the elevators and then to the older guy’s room with only a few words said between them. As soon as the door closed, Frank was slammed to the wall by the older guy who started kissing him roughly. “Ready to be my bitch?” the guy said as he pulled away, grabbing Frank’s shirt and tugging him towards the bed. Frank pulled his shirt off and then pushed his shorts down, leaving him in just a pair of briefs. The older guy laughed as he unzipped his pants and said “I figured you were a little bottom slut. Now suck my cock.” Frank reached in and pulled the guy’s underwear down and pulled out a thin seven inch cut cock with a bend to the right. He licked at the tip and began to suck, first on just the head and then slowly going down. The guy started forcing Frank’s head down on his cock, making him gag. “Choke on it, slut!” the guy barked out. Frank slobbered over the cock and kept taking it down into his throat where he would squeeze around the cock and then pull off to gasp for air. Suddenly the guy pushed Frank’s head off his cock and yelled out “On the bed, show me that ass.” Frank complied and stood there on his knees at the edge of the bed. Whack! He felt the guys flat hand smack his right ass cheek. Whack! The left side got the same treatment. “Why the fuck do you still have your underwear on? You think that’s gonna stop me from fucking your ass?” the guy said with disgust. Frank reached back to push his shorts down but was too late. The guy grabbed Frank’s shorts and ripped them open over his ass. The guy roughly shoved a finger into Frank’s hole. “Damn, I expected a load or two in there from a pig like you. Just going to be spit then” growled the guy as he hacked up some saliva and spat it on Frank’s exposed hole. Frank spread his legs a bit wider, knowing that this wasn’t going to be an easy fuck. Sure enough, he felt the guy ram his cock in all the way to the base. “FUCK!!!!!” Frank screamed out as his body spasmed around the sudden intrusion. A few seconds later the guy started to drill Frank’s ass. His hole was burning but the guy didn’t care. Frank begged for more spit but was ignored. The curve to the cock was digging into the side of Frank’s bowels in a way he had never felt before. Their bodies slapped together as Frank’s hole was pummeled. The guy started to pull all the way out with each thrust, only to slam back in to Frank’s swollen pussy. The guy growled again and the pounding continued. Frank figured the guy wouldn’t last much longer and he was right. He felt the cock start to swell inside him and was battering his hole even more with the increased thickness. The guy lunged in, grabbing Frank’s hips and began to pump his load inside. The spurts seemed to last forever and Frank was happy that the pounding was over. Whack! Frank felt another hard slap on his right ass cheek and waited for the one on the left, but it never came. Once the last shot of cum pumped out, the guy pulled his softening cock out of Frank’s ass. Frank stood there stunned at what just happened but was jolted back to reality when the guy barked “Get out of here, now, slut!” Frank rolled off the bed and grabbed his shorts, pulling them on and grabbing his shirt before quickly heading to the door. “I wouldn’t fuck your wife any more, that’s a pretty potent mixture of bugs in your ass” the guy said as Frank opened the door. He got out into the hallway and heard the door close before he leaned against the wall, catching his breath. Looking at his phone, he had been inside for less than twenty minutes but he was sore and exhausted. He put on his shirt and headed back to his room to wait for Ric to return.

Part 88 -Connor & Jeff’s Rebound Jeff was studying for a test on Friday, but couldn’t concentrate. He laid there in his now usual dorm room dress - nothing but a loose fitting pair of boxers. Finally he picked up his phone and typed out a message - “Sir, may we talk?” and sent it to Kyle. “Ofc what’s up?” Kyle responded a few minutes later. “Sir, what is going to happen when you graduate?” Jeff asked. “Come over and we’ll talk in person” Kyle responded. Jeff dressed and went over to Kyle and Joe’s apartment. He knocked and Joe answered the door. “Hello Sir. Master Kyle asked me to come over” Jeff said nervously. Joe let him in and, as usual, Jeff stripped at the door and then placed his folded clothes next to it. Kyle was on the couch and blew the smoke from the hit he just took into the air. Joe took a seat next to Kyle while Jeff kneeled, facing them. “Jeff, I’ve been honored to have you as my sub. You have been very loyal and great fun to have around. I know I’ve learned a lot and I hope you have too. I do feel that I have failed you the past month since neither Joe or I have been around and the next few weeks aren’t going to be any better. I’m glad you asked about our post-graduation plans, since I have been thinking about that as well” Kyle said. He looked over and he thought he saw a tear come to Jeff’s eye. “Thank you, Sir. It has been my pleasure” Jeff replied. “I will be moving to California with Joe after we graduate. I know that you still have two years left until you finish your degree, which I think is important for you to do. Joe has a job already, but I don’t. I don’t think it’s fair to drag you out there into an unknown situation. I think we should take our relationship in a different direction” Kyle said as he stood up. Jeff’s eyes were glued on Kyle as he approached. Kyle dug the set of keys out of his pocket and held them out. “Here are the keys to your collar and your cage. I would like you to have them so you can decide what the next steps in your journey are. I will always think of you as my sub, but also as a close friend. I don’t want this to end but I think its only fair to you to let you move on” Kyle said, his voice cracking as he did. Jeff reached up and took the keys as he sobbed. “Thank you, Sir” Jeff replied, staring down at the floor. “Think of this as a beginning, not the end, Jeff. We will still be friends and I’ll always be there for you no matter how far away we are” Kyle said. “Yes, sir. May I go now?” Jeff asked. “Yes, of course” Kyle responded. Jeff got up and put his clothes on quickly, opened the door and looked back at Joe and Kyle on the couch, visibly shaken. Jeff walked out the door and went back to his dorm room. He cried himself to sleep, his first relationship coming to a sudden end. He knew it was going to happen at some point, he just wanted it to last as long as possible. He woke the next morning and tried to go through his normal routine. His phone kept going off as messages would arrive, but he ignored them. Finally at the end of the day he sat down on his bed and looked through the messages. Over a dozen were from Kyle, each asking if he was OK. Others were from Joe asking the same thing. And then Steven and Ryan. He sent each of them the same message - “I’m ok. I need time” A few days passed and he got messages checking on him each day. Jeff got home Friday after classes and shed his clothes like he had done for months. Once in his underwear, he looked at himself in the mirror. He took a deep breath and opened the desk drawer and then took out the keys and unlocked the collar and removed it. He looked at his uncovered neck for the first time in almost eight months. A smile slowly came over his face. He then pushed his shorts down and unlocked the cock cage and removed it too. He watched his cock flop free for the first time since the party before Christmas and the times when Kyle removed it temporarily for him to wash. Jeff reached under his bed and removed the box where he kept the few sex toys he had and placed the collar and cage in there, along with the keys. He put the cover on and pushed it back into its hiding spot. He got on the bed and typed out his daily message to Connor, checking in on him but instead of the usual “how r u?” it was “how r u? wanna come over?” About a half hour later he got a response “ok, not up 4 much.” Jeff replied with the number to his dorm room. Connor showed up a little while later and Jeff could tell he was in just as much of a funk as when he saw him after he got the test results. He was dressed in baggy pants and a hoodie with his face peering out from the tightly drawn hood. They sat and talked about stuff they did and got to know each other. The more they talked the more Jeff liked Connor and the closer he moved. Jeff finally took a chance and leaned over and kissed Connor. Connor pulled away, but Jeff pulled him back. As the kiss lasted, Connor gave in and began to kiss back. They made out for several minutes until Jeff grabbed the hoodie and pulled it over Connor’s head and then pushed him down on the bed. He kissed him again, this time grabbing the lip piercing with his own lips and tugging on it a few times. Jeff began to bite, lick and suck down Connor’s near hairless body. He pulled the baggy pants down with Connor’s underwear and threw them to the side. He kissed the tattoo and looked up at Connor who had his eyes closed. Jeff grabbed Connor’s semi-hard cock and sucked it into his mouth. He was energetically sucking the five inch stiffening cock and hearing Connor whimper and say “no” over and over. His voice may have been saying “no” but Connor wasn’t trying to push Jeff off and his cock was hard. After several minutes of oral attention, Jeff could sense Connor was getting close to cumming. He didn’t want Connor to shoot yet and definitely not in his mouth. Jeff pulled off and rolled Connor over. Connor instinctively pushed his ass up and Jeff spread his cheeks. He looked at Connor’s hole and the soft dark hair around it. He spit on the hole and then his hand. He coated his rock hard cock with spit and then pushed the spit into Connor’s hole with two fingers. Jeff moved closer and then dragged his cock along the crack up to the throbbing ring. All of a sudden Connor clenched his ass closed and tried to pull away, yelling “NO!! I can’t! I’m poz!” Jeff held firm and said “You can’t give me what I already have. You need this as bad as I do.” Jeff lined up and pushed in, Connor’s hole almost sucking his cock inside this time. One slow push was all it took and Jeff was balls deep inside Connor. “Mmm, feels even better than last time without all that cum from other guys in you” Jeff said. Connor clamped down on his cock. “Fuck! You knew?” Connor said nervously. “Yeah, but I did too. I thought it was really hot” Jeff replied. Connor sighed deeply, relieved that Jeff wasn’t turned off by how slutty he could be. Jeff started to thrust his hips, gently at first and then harder and harder before backing off. Jeff wanted this fuck to last a long time but he also wanted Connor’s dick in him too. He started to pound faster and felt his balls tighten up. “Ready to take my poz load, Connor?” Jeff said as he slowed down a bit. Connor just whimpered. “Tell me you want it, Connor” Jeff said more urgently. “Please cum in me” Connor said and Jeff immediately responded “What kind of cum?” “Please fill me with your poz cum. I need to feel your hot load in me, Jeff” Connor pleaded. Jeff’s cock erupted, shooting a huge load that had been building for weeks. He held on to Connor and kissed the back of his neck as his cock pulsed and Connor’s guts filled with Jeff’s viral seed. As he bucked his hips a few last times, Jeff hoped that Connor hadn’t shot his load yet. He whispered in Connor’s ear “Now it’s time for you to fuck me.” “Nnnno, I can’t. I’m a bottom” Connor replied. “I used to be too. You can do it and I want you to breed me with that charged cum you have” Jeff said in a demanding tone. He pulled out and rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back. “You can’t infect me, now get that dick in me” Jeff demanded. Connor turned around and moved between Jeff’s legs, shaking. Jeff reached around and felt Connor’s stiff cock and guided it to his hole. “Fuck me, breed me, share your DNA with me” Jeff said. Connor’s cock was leaking precum like crazy and it helped it slide inside. Connor followed Jeff’s example and slowly slid all the way in. They stood there motionless for a few moments and Jeff asked “Ever fuck anyone before?” “I tried once with my high school boyfriend, but I couldn’t stay hard” Connor replied ashamedly. “It doesn’t seem like you’re having a problem now so fuck me” Jeff said. Connor started to drive in and out of Jeff’s hole, first with short strokes and then with longer ones. Jeff just let him fuck into his ass at first, but after a while the hunger inside him started to grow. He slowly began to work his ass on Connor’s cock, squeezing it gently and then harder. He locked eyes with Connor and could see the lust grow. “You gonna breed me Connor? I know you want to shoot that pozzed up load deep inside me!” Jeff yelled out. With that, Connor buried his cock in all the way and started emptying his balls into Jeff’s hole. Connor was mumbling “oh god” over and over as the orgasm just seemed to go on and on. When it finally ended, Connor pulled his cock out and nuzzled next to Jeff. “You sure you’re going to be ok?” Connor asked. Jeff replied “Yup, just like you.” The two made out for a while until Jeff’s cock was hard again. They went for another round, planting their toxic seed into each other, but this time Connor getting more into the poz talk. They fell asleep curled up with each other until they were awakened by Connor’s phone the next morning. “Hey bud, you ok? We can’t find you” the voice said. “I’m not at the house but I’m doin fuckin’ great” Connor replied.

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It took less than an hour before Graham’s phone rings, of course it’s Ross “Hi you gotta finish what you started, I’ve got an itch that needs you to scratch” Grahame gives him our address and tells him to come over NOW! “How long d’ya think it will be before the cheating slut is at our door he asks me, “20 or 30 minutes max you got him well revved up for action especially with ‘our’ boy out of action?” It’s 15 when there is an urgent knocking. I hide in the kitchen peering through a crack of the partially closed door whilst Grahame, naked, goes to the door to usher our new plaything in ready to become prey, for the first of the scorpion’s sting. “Strip” is Grahame’s only word of greeting as Ross fumbles with buttons and zip as he wriggles out of his cloths in seconds leaving him standing fully naked wearing only a shit eating grin and sporting a nice 7inch looking uncut hard-on. “What have you come for?” “Your cock and cum” Grahame now asks, “And where do you want my cum?” “Shoot it inside where all cum belongs” then a slight prick of conscious prompts him to ask, “You are clean aren’t you?” “Yeah, yeah all freshly showered!” Grahame’s reply is so fast I almost laugh out loud and give the game away. “You know that’s not what I mean” but that question gets no response. They make out briefly as Grahame manhandles Ross to our bedroom throwing him backwards on the bed and swiftly rolling his legs up to his chest. I follow to the bedroom door giving me a clear view of his exposed pink pucker that’s ready for a good workout. My man dives down getting his mouth between Ross’s ass cheeks and started working his sweet hole lapping away getting it sloppy and wet before thrusting his tongue deep into its musky depths. “Relax, push out let me have full access” Grahame instructs and as Ross relaxes his sphincter and submits his hole under the onslaught of tongue making circles, nibbling at the flesh or pushing his tongue in as far as possible probing and relentlessly fucking in and out just as his cock soon will be. “Oh fuck yeah!” Grahame utters. “Oh, ah, fuck, yeah” Ross moans and writhes on our bed screwing up the duvet in his hands and then lets slip “No one’s rimmed me like that. Normally just spit and fucks. This feels sooooo good.” By this time, I’m slowly wanking at the sight before me and know Grahame could not hold back much longer, he needs to fuck him, and Ross needed it too. “Fuck me please. Please!” Ross is almost screaming and Grahame was not about to disappoint as he spat on his hand and starts to slather the slime over his 8-inch cock and whilst not as big as Liam’s Grahame is a pig and knows how to fuck. “No lube, just spit I want you to feel every inch as I sink in to your cunt”. That’s my boy for you! Whether he realised it or not he was about to get bred with toxic sperm as Grahame took his time entering by gently pressing his furiously leaking cockhead against his hole. With all the pre-cum spewing out he really didn’t need lube at all. Ross exhaled deeply in pleasure or pain as Grahame’s cockhead slid inside the outer ring of his chute. “Fuck Yeah! It’s been a while since anyone’s been filling my hole. Need it so bad.” Breathes Ross They both grunt in pleasure as Grahame’s cock slid further up his tight passage stretching his rectal walls until his well-trimmed pubes press deep into the ass cheeks and then pulls back with shallow movements, slow and fast, in and out picking up speed changing direction, depth and speed. Being a bit smaller in the cock department than Liam, Grahame knew he had to work that bit harder to make the cheating boyfriend come back for more as his sickly boyfriend was temporarily unable to perform his Top duties. Grahame’s ass pistoned up and down like a well-oiled engine drilling Ross’s hole really deep, bashing his prostate on every stroke, getting them both to the point of no return. With sweat flying, inevitably Grahame asks the age-old question “Where do you want my load?” quickly followed by “You’re going to get it were cum belongs. Yeah here it cums!” He ejaculates so hard I almost feel it myself as his red-hot dirty load blasts in Ross’s guts in seven or eight pulses as he keeps thrusting at a reduced pace to make sure the Poz cum gets in to do its duty. As pre-planned I burst in, “What the fuck?” “Oh shit!” says Grahame in mock horror, “I didn’t expect you back so soon” “Fuck off – get out, I don’t want you here.” Before adding to Ross “Stay where you are” who tries to gather himself together to make a quick exit. Despite being a natural bottom watching my boy fuck the living daylights out of Ross has me hard and ready to spread my toxic seed too and as Grahame exits stage left I push the shocked Ross back down, he’s stunned and doesn’t protest as I lift his legs, spread them wide giving a great view of his wet and open wide hole. “Now it’s my turn you piece of trash, fucking with my boyfriend eh?” “Yes, sorry I didn’t know…he never said. I…Oooooo, ahhhhhh!” and the sentence hangs as I slide my seven inches in so easily and immediately start power fucking. “Love fucking a cummy hole. Especially one that’s been loaded with demon seed” I notice that either ‘demon seed’s’ connotation didn’t register or Ross simply did not care. “Now beat off and milk the cum outta my cock with your sloppy ass” I command and our new sub boy complies by furiously wanking, a few stokes in and his ass muscles clamp down on my cock as he fires wave after wave of cum all over himself. Huffing and puffing, red faced and in a strangled wheeze pants “Fuck yeah. Love your bare cock in my hole. Fuck me harder. I want your load in my ass.” And then it happens, my cock throbs, get harder still, my balls raise up and fire volley after volley of charged cum deep in his guts. As opposed to telling me what a great fuck he had just had I get, “Sorry. I am so sorry I didn’t mean to cause grief between you and your man it’s just that I’ve been away and I’m so blue balled I just had to have sex. Sorry” I cut him off telling him I found out that Grahame cheated on me a while back and whilst angry at first it has liberated our sexlife meaning we can fulfil some fantasies, “Tell me what’s yours?” I expected at least a nano-second of silence, but no. “Rape, I’d love to be tied up and raped.” Ummm I notice no mention of a boyfriend or slip up saying Liam’s name so far…and as our breathing normalizes, I think, “we’ll need to give that some thought” and knowing Grahame is outside waiting to make a ‘date’ as part of our collective next move when Liam was better and up for it, I tell Ross to “Get out”

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.