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We chatted for about three weeks on bbrts before actually meeting for the first time. He had photos on the site and had sent more when I'd asked but, he was much better looking in the flesh. 20 years old, dark brown eyes, olive coloured skin, which looked completely unblemished from the little on show. Almost six feet tall with a slim, fit body. His short dark brown hair was expensively cut and combed away from his very good looking young face. We'd already discussed at length what he wanted but I wanted to meet him in person. Firstly to make sure he was genuine and not just another flake who wanks himself off while fantasising and to make sure he knew what he was really getting into. The coffee shop where we'd made arrangements to meet was fairly large and spacious. It was almost three in the afternoon so the lunch crowd had long gone. There was only an elderly couple and a small group of young mums killing time before the school pick up. Dave was a little nervous I could tell. He kept looking away to make sure no one was approaching or listening in to our conversation. Had we not met for the reason intended he was the sort of young guy I would look at and imagine what he looked like naked, think I'd like to have sex with but, know I wouldn't stand a chance with in normal circumstances. Why would a twenty year old kid even notice a fifty year old greying, bespectacled guy who was past his best physically. But, these weren't normal circumstances. We'd met to discuss me breeding him. His overwhelming desire, so he told me for me to fertilize him, impregnate him, knowingly infect him, poz him. I had known these desires myself. They had been so strong and dominated me for so long, that I to had gone in search of someone to give me their infected seed. I remember my conversion so vividly. My desire, fear, apprehension. The guys face, his eyes, seemingly, staring into my very soul. The sweat dripping off his fat reddened face and his fat stinking body as he plowed my arse with his large cut cock. I remember the pain and how sore my hole was as he rammed himself into me without any lubricant. He fucked me hard for at least forty minutes. His cock tearing at the soft internal flesh and large balls slapping on my arse. As painful as it was I never asked him to stop or slow down as I wanted his toxic sperm so badly. I didn't think he would ever manage to cum but eventually he began grunting, his eyes wild looking and his face even redder. I closed my eyes and had a mental image of his cock sliding inside me back and forth, in and out. Suddenly he shouted 'Yes' and thrust himself into me hard and deep, up to the hilt. I could feel his body convulsing, his cock pumping his seed into me. In my mind's eye I could see his cock, now deeper than before inside me, pumping a large creamy stream of thick positive cum up inside me. I could see individual sperm swimming, looking to fertilize me, make me pregnant. Suddenly my breeder collapsed on top of me. We were both sweating profusely. He stank but I loved the smell. His tongue found my mouth. His breath smelt as well and loved that to. I wanted to remember every detail of this fuck. I knew it had changed my life forever. As I sat at the table looking at this handsome young man, remembering my own conversion, I knew I would change his life forever to. I could feel my cock begining to swell in anticipation. I wanted to take him, fuck him and give him my babies. **To be continued**

**Part 2** After much discussion we agreed to meet at David's flat one week later. He had convinced me that he knew exactly what he was getting into and was fully aware of the implications it would have on the rest of his life and that he wanted it so badly that if I refused to be his donor he would just find someone, anyone else, to convert him. My scepticism about being his gifter had largely diminished during our meeting at the café. Actually 'scepticism' might be to stronger word. I just wanted to be sure he wasn't under any illusion as to what the possible outcome would be and that, as far as possible, he would have no regrets. At that time I had only been positive for less than a year myself. So far, I had absolutely no regrets. I had met several other poz guys and had some best uninhibited sex of my life. I had become equally versatile and enjoyed being a top as much as I had always enjoyed being a bottom. I hadn't even considered going on medication and would abstain from doing so as long as possible. One of the guys I'd seen a few times, Mike, had been diagnosed six years prior to myself. He looked slightly wasted to me but, said he had always been skinny and underweight. I loved our sessions together. He was completely versatile and we would spend whole weekends at his place just fucking each other. I would come away feeling completely drained of cum, energy and even desire, at least for a day or so. His tall, skinny build would lead anyone to believe he wasn't very well endowed, which couldn't have been further from the truth. His cock was eight inches of thick man meat. He was slightly younger than me and not particularly handsome, but that cock was absolutely beautiful. The shaft was thick enough but the domed head was gargantuan and looked slightly out of proportion to the shaft. When I had started conversing with Dave and it looked like he was a genuine prospect for converting I had told Mike. He told me just to be really careful how I handled the situation. Not to try and persuade him either way, just tell him all the facts and let him make his own informed decision. Otherwise, I could be accused of manipulating him or coercing him if he later regretted going through with it. I arrived at David's flat at just after eight PM on that Friday evening. I'd told him to make sure he was clean inside and out and had used a douch a few times to make sure, so there wasn't any barrier for the skin of my cock to be in physical contact with the walls of his arse. He was wearing a thin dressing gown and his hair was still wet from the shower. The material of the of the robe clung to his body. Having opened the front door he turned around and I could see his the outline of his bubble butt as he walked into the hallway. I pushed the front door closed. He lead me along the hall and into a sparsely furnished bedroom with a large bed, a wardrobe and a small chest of drawers. He turned towards me and I could immediately see how nervous he was. He was physically shaking. I told him to relax, that he was under no pressure if he wanted to back out and we could just have a coffee and I could go. Even before I'd finished speaking he told me that, no, he wanted it more than ever. He wanted me to poz him tonight. That he was just so excited a full of adrenaline at the prospect of me breeding him. I smiled and said okay, if your sure. I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards me. He put his mouth to mine and his tongue in my mouth as we kissed. I slid my hands down the contours of his body to his hips. He was well muscled and firm, not an inch of softness anywhere on him. I reached around and with my hands on his buttocks pulled his hips toward me. I was already hard which was evident to him even through my tight jeans. I could feel that he had the beginnings of an erection through the soft robe against my own fully hard cock. God he felt good, he smelled good to. While we stood kissing I pulled open his dressing gown and slid my hands inside it, feeling his young flesh for the first time. He was soft and warm. I felt for his cock. He was hard now, uncut his foreskin still covering the head. There was a little pre cum leaking from the end and he gasped as I pushed his foreskin back along the shaft to reveal the domed end and rubbed a finger over the glands of his cock stimulating more pre-cum to flow. I pushed the robe from his shoulders and it fell to the floor by his feet. He was completely naked now. He had a perfect physique. Not like some muscle bound freak, but toned. His cock pointed up towards me and it was dripping copious amounts of fluid back along his shaft and over his hairy balls. I reached for his shoulders and turned him away from me. His young arse was taught with downy dark hair on his buttocks. I caressed his arse cheeks. Pulled them slightly apart. He shivered slightly and said he wanted me inside him. I told him to lay down on the bed and slowly got undressed. He was laying on his back watching me. I removed my shoes, then my jeans followed by my t-shirt and stood there in my pants. I had started to leak a little and the front of them had a wet patch. He gasped and said "Please give it to me. I want you to fuck, me poz me, please do it now. However, I was in no rush. I just said "Suck me" He got off the bed, got on his knees and was on me greedily within seconds. I asked if he liked the taste of my poz pre-cum to which he murmured something enthusiastically. I shoved my cock down his throat and held it there for a few seconds then allowed him to breath before plunging it back into his throat. I held it there slightly longer than the first time before letting him up for air. The third time I held it even longer until he began to gag and I could feel the muscles in his throat squeezing my the glands of my cock. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in the thick fluid from his gagging throat. He was still taking large gulps of air as I pushed him back on the bed face down. I pulled apart his arse cheeks. I was really horny now. I wanted to see his hole. The hole I was going to fuck, to breed, to rip apart and infect with my poz babies very soon. His hole was hairy. I pulled his buttocks apart even further to reveal his pink hole. He'd told me he had been fucked alot but, always with a condom, even though he'd begged to fucked bareback. To me his hole looked brand new. Like it had never been used. I slid my tongue along his crack and pushed the tip into him. He tasted clean. He moaned a little and begged me to fuck him. Soon enough I thought as I gently pushed the thumb of my right hand into his hole. Boy, was he tight. I saw a droplet of sweat run down his back and into the valley of his arse. I removed my thumb and replaced it with my tongue tasting the salty droplet as it reached his hole. My cock was seriously dripping now and I couldn't wait any longer. David was begging me to breed him and it would have been cruel to make him wait any longer. We'd discussed in depth how he wanted it and I wasn't about to disappoint him. I moved in behind him and placed the tip of my cock on the edge of his arse. Even though he was begging me I asked him if was sure. I heard the first syllable of yes but before he could complete the word I forced my cock in him. His hands were on a pillow and his fingers grabbed it as he cried out. I rammed my cock in him up to the hilt half a dozen times and left it there while his hole became accustomed to me being inside him. His hole felt fantastic. His sphincter seems to be caressing my cock, pulling me deeper inside him. He was sobbing now but didn't ask me to remove myself. After a minute or so I started to move my cock in him. Not really fucking him, just gently stretching him. A few more minutes and I took my cock out. The desired effect had been accomplished. There was blood on my cock. He turned over, looked at the blood on my cock and smiled. He looked at me and said "It's time" I just nodded opened his legs and inserted my cock into his hole. He was really excited now. His hands reaching round my arse and pulling me into him. His hole was still fairly tight, even deep within him the walls of his are seemed to be gripping the head of my cock. He was shouting now still begging me to give him my poz load. I was pumping him as hard as I could, trying not to cum to quickly. Sweat was pouring out of me and I was breathing heavily as I continued to fuck him. I could feel the pressure in my cock building. I wouldn't be able to hold off too much longer. My head was spinning. I was actually going to ejaculate my poz sperm into this neg guy and he wanted it, was desperate to have it. This is it, I couldn't hold it any longer. I shot my load into him. I don't think I've ever cum so much. It seemed to be pouring out of me. Spurt after spurt. It felt like my hole body was being forced out of my cock. Dave was shouting "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, Thank you" I collapsed on top of him. He held my head and were kissing passionately. He had had his legs around me, desperate to keep me inside him for as long as possible. After ten minutes or so I got off of him and surveyed the damage. It was only now that I realised he had cum while I was fucking him. There was a large pool of cum on his stomach and in his belly button. He told me he had cum almost exactly at the same time as me. There was quite alot of blood and sperm on the sheets. David saw this to and smiled. Knowing there was a very good chance I had given him the gift. I hope it's all he hopes it will be. He's going to keep in touch and is desperate to meet my poz buddies for a recharge.

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.

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!

Chicago—August, 2021 I heard from the Professor while I was working out of state this last July. He wrote the most intriguing sentence I’d received in a long time: “I just heard from Jake Morgan, who is looking for you.” I had the hot pornsters email (from after we had fucked in December of 2017), so of course I dropped him a line. It seems that Jake had had a personal appearance in Detroit. He remembered that I lived in Michigan and was hoping he could jump in the sling on his way back home to Chicago. Of course I was nowhere near home, working in Indiana at the time. But we soon switched to text, for Jake wanted to see if we could still meet. We set up a point halfway between us, but on the day we had to postpone. Once I was done working in Indiana, we tried to find a new date. Jake was making a ton of public appearances, so we finally just put it on hold. Then it all seemed to fall into place. He was coming back from an appearance in St Louis. Could I meet him at his apartment instead of a motel? Of course I could. I packed the sling and set out… I arrive a little early. Jake texts—he is running late. I am eventually let into Jake’s place by his friend, Clay Towers, (who I have also played with, thanks to the Professor.) We catch up, sitting in Jake’s living room. Jake arrives, all apologies. He may have been in his rental car for five hours, but he looks great to me. Clay takes off and Jake and I hike the three blocks to my car to bring in the sling. We move some furniture for it and cover the two sofas with play sheets. I set up the sling as he heads into the shower. I strip to my jock and boots—and stretch out on the bigger sofa and close my eyes. I hear a noise. Jake is standing by me, naked except for a jock. I get up. We kiss. Deeply. I have forgotten he’s taller than I remember. We are an easy fit. Both of us have restless tongues. Our bodies grind together, making my cock spring out of the side of my jock. I love the feel of the hair on his chest as we hold onto each other. Jake goes to his knees. He takes my hard cock the rest of the way out of my jock. He just looks at it for a moment—then his tongue darts out and connects with my piss slit. He licks it once—twice and then the head disappears into his mouth. I close my eyes and let him suck me. He’s great—and doesn’t forget my balls. “I gotta taste your hole,” I tell him. He gets up on the love seat, presenting that gorgeous ass to me. I go to my knees, pull his cheeks apart slightly and dig in. Jake groans. So I go deeper. I fuck him with my tongue. I leave his hole incredibly wet. I stand up and poke my drooling cock head into his pucker. I pop in. Jake moans into the back of the loveseat. I wait…and then slowly enter him with my entire length. I fuck that famous ass gently, with long deliberate strokes. Jake pants. We pause as me finds his silicone based lube. I reapply and fuck him some more—this time with him riding me as I lay on the bigger couch. When he rolls off me, Jake moves down and cleans my cock. I ask him to kiss me—and he does with all the flavors of our two bodies. He has me sit on the love seat and he kneels again—this time between my splayed legs. He lovingly licks every inch of my dick. Then my balls. He lifts them and tongues my perineum. Jake now sucks each orb—pulling them into his mouth with light suction—and an ever swirling tongue. He goes lower. His tongue grazes my asshole. He looks up at me: “Do you like your ass eaten?” I nod. Jake dives in—doing everything I did to him. My cock is bouncing as I have to let go of it. He prods and spits and licks. He doesn’t tire of eating me out. I finally suggest he get in the sling. I move to help get his ankles in the stirrups, but he beats me to it—slipping right into them in a practiced move. I so want a picture of him there—but I’m not about to stop to find my phone. I kneel and eat his ass again as I grease my dick with his silicone lube. I stand. I glide in. To the hilt in one easy move. Jake relaxes completely. This is the way to fuck. I start slow. Build. The chains are groaning and banging. We have strapped a mirror of his to the top of the frame as I forgot mine. I fuck him so hard one of the ties on the mirror loosens. We pause as I fix it—then I am back in him, leaning down and kissing him as my cock drills into his hole… * We break for water. “Get in the sling,” Jake tells me. “I want to eat your ass again.” “Just kiss me when you’re done…” I lay back—I need help to get my booted feet into the stirrups. Jake kneels and pulls my ass cheeks apart. His tongue just grazes my hole. He spits. I look up in the mirror and watch the top of his head move up and down my ass crack. He hands me his poppers. “Take a hit.” I do. The moment the vapor hits, his tongue is drilling me. I lose all track of time. I babble, telling him to eat my ass, to fuck me with that hot tongue. I really only return to reality when he stands up and gives me a long wet kiss. His hard cock glances over my hole as we lie on each other chest to chest. I shiver---and his strong arms hold onto me. Finally we come up for air. Jake gets back in the sling. It’s late. We both know it’s time. “You want my cum?” I whisper as my cock slips back up him. “Fuck, yes…” “I really want to breed you.” I pump harder. “I didn’t get to last time. Our host deserved it.” My strokes are longer now. Hard. His cock is drooling. I fuck him harder yet. Then a quick dip to taste his wet, slick, stretched pucker. That does it—I push back in and explode. I grab the bars above me to hang on… Jake jerks out his load with me still deep inside him. I finally let go of the frame and bend. I lick up his load, swallowing some—and keep some in my mouth to add to mine deep in his ass…. * And every bit as good as the sex…was that muscular arm wrapped around me as we fell asleep. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Jake Morgan Is Looking for You" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)

Here's the last part of the first chapter -- I know it is long, but I wanted to lay the ground work of who Logan is and why he decides to do what he will in later chapters. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, encouragement, etc. on this post or drop me a message. I love hearing from you all! Enjoy! * * * * * * After scurrying around getting things ready (and more than one peculiar look from my roommate when I ran upstairs to grab a fresh water bottle and brush my teeth) the excitement of last night combined with the excitement that today I would be flying! Rehearsal for a musical is a lot of mundane and repetitive work, so new experiences are treasured. Since Johnny was the flight director, it meant we would be seeing a lot of each other the next few days — something I can’t say I was disappointed in. The chatter in the cast van over to the theatre was fun and we all seemed to be in god spirits. My face was stretched into a stupid grin, thinking about how so much had changed and a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I let the insane chatter continue around me as I thought about how the rest of my day would continue. . . My first flight sequence was pretty straightforward. I had some time to get backstage, strip out of my costume, get into the first harness, dress, and have plenty of time to be hoisted into the air before I soared across the stage. Johnny was there waiting to help me into the harness. I noticed his kilt bulging out more than a bit in the front as I walked up, and I added a little extra swish to my hips as I turned my back to him. “Logan, you have no idea what you do to me,” he growled in my ear as I shucked off my shirt and lowered my pants. “I hope you know how much time we have before your last flight.” I began thinking about the end of the show. It was true, I had a good twenty minutes between when I went offstage the first time and returned to perform some aerial maneuvers. I turned around and started to step into the harness he was holding outstretched. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked. He looked at my wicked grin and grabbed my ass while he was strapping me in. “Sweet cheeks, our lives just got a lot more fun.” I hurried to get my costume back on while he tested the various wires and ropes to make sure I would be secure. When he hoisted me up, I fixed an appropriate expression on my face and began my elegant soar over the set and to the other side before dashing back onstage to continue the show. The second lift was pressed for time, so there was just some desperate groping and teasing on both our parts while we managed to get everything set and I finished the second flight flawlessly. It was the last flight of the day when I knew I had time to take things to the next level. This time when I ran back to the flight corner, Johnny was waiting with his kilt hiked up around his impressive shaft, already gleaming with precum. His sparkling Prince Albert glittered under the dim radiance of the stage lights spilling backstage and he made me shiver. When I stripped this time, I intentionally stuck out my still-plugged ass for him to get a good look. With a quiet pop he released the plug from my hole and began to immediately wet me with his tongue. Being eaten out by a man with experience changes you, or at least it did me. I can’t believe how I was made to feel. Desperately horny to take his cock again and each lick diving into me and making me submit even harder. My breathing was shaky and gasping from his skill by the time he straightened and pushed my shoulders down. “Okay kid, here I go. Just remember to be quiet.” With one sharp jab he impaled me on his cock. Thank god the chorus onstage began singing at full voice in the same moment, because a half-groan-half-cry escaped my lips as I felt him tear into my hole and claim what he owned. He drilled me with everything he had. I could smell his musk and the vague scent of sex from my position with my head forced down in his surprisingly strong grip for a man who looked like he was withering away. He continued to pulverize my hole and pound the air from my lungs while I gave myself over to the ecstasy of surrender. This man had changed my life and I was loving it! Finally his tense, stabbing motions told me he was close, and I tried to massage his dick with my ass muscles. A swift grunt and warmth spreading out from within told me that he was unloading and I sighed. My own cum already coating the stage deck from when I came hands-free after his prostate stimulation. He pulled out swiftly and before I could mourn the filled feeling his dick had given me, the plug was swiftly pushed back in, now feeling significantly smaller than it had when it had been removed. Patting my ass affectionately, he scrambled to grab my costume pieces and prepare the elaborate harness for my final glorious stint in the sky. As I turned to him to ask how I looked, he just smiled and said, “perfect.” I got into position and from behind he whispered, “I know you’re not an idiot, but I don’t think you really know what all is happening. Kid, I wasn’t joking when I said you were going to be mine and I was giving you something. . .” — the music was swelling and I was seconds away from my dramatic entrance — “You’re my son now. You’ve sprayed your last neg load uselessly on the stage. Congrats on becoming an HIV pig, boy.” The chorus raised their voices in an awesome chord as I was flown into the air to thunderous applause in the front of house. It was as if the entire cast and creative team knew what had happened and was approving. I completed my routine in the air, but by the time I was lowered gently back down to the stage, it was the two seconds when I was unhooked that I came undone. I fled to a dressing room and locked myself into a bathroom. * * * * * * It took me an hour to pull myself together, and after telling the director that I missed the notes session after the run ended because of a stomach bug, he seemed to understand and allowed me to head back to the hotel early. My room was messy from my earlier whirlwind trying to get ready and I started putting it back together when there was a knock at the door. Johnny had found me. “Can I come in?” I silently motioned him inside and he went and sat on the chair next to the desk. I walked silently to my bed and sat down, half facing him, half looking toward the window. “I know that you’re feeling a lot right now, but I think we need to talk?” I resolutely stared ahead but nodded an affirmative. He silently reached out to put his hand on my shoulder. “Logan, I know that you’re surprised and probably feel good and bad things — I know that I did when I was gifted, but I want you to know that you have some options.” I turned and stared at him mutely as he went on, “HIV is not deadly unless you want to be; you can take some medication to control it. I’ve been working in entertainment for a long time and you’ve got talent that is only once or twice in a generation. You’ll be employed and can afford the medication. But that will come at another cost as well.” Johnny continued to look at me while he reached out and gently took my chin in his hands, “you have been given a gift and you can choose to share that gift with other boys and men. You can honor the DNA that is now in your system and add to it, change it. You can create your own family.” He gently let go of my face and got up from the chair to sit down next to me. “I’ve been spreading my seed since I was 18 and had my first Master. He was a cruel man but he taught me many things about loyalty, giving, taking, and power. He died only a year and a half after I met him, then I started working on tours. I was 20 and met one boy for each tour I have taken part in. I have a family of 23 boys, you’re my 24th. I’ve had a good life, but I wasn’t kind to myself when I was young. You can make a few different changes and be stronger — I hate to stop sharing my seed like this, but it is time that I get serious about meds and take myself off the market.” I turned my head and looked at him. Staring into his eyes I knew that even after the shock wore off, I would never feel the same again. The power I now felt coursing through my veins and the knowledge that I could build a family of boys and men was overpowering. I was silent for a long time, just looking at him. Breaking the silence I said, “you will have to teach me a lot — I’ve never topped anyone and I don’t know all that I need to, but I want to expand a family of my own. After all, you deserve grandsons if you are looking to retire.” Without any hesitation I closed the gap between our faces and kissed Johnny with all the passion I could muster. I wanted him to understand that my answer was, “I will honor your gift and share it with as many people as I can.” He responded with a kiss that I could only interpret as, “let me show you how.” That first fuck after I knew Johnny’s status was magical. He urged me on to take him deeper and explained scorpion tattoo. He told me how hot I was and how he would be there to see me through the flu that I was bound to get. He then asked me to follow him back to his room and fuck him with my last negative load. I was very eager and came within about two minutes of penetrating his ass. He proudly showed off the biohazard marking tattooed around his hole as he squeezed my load out and told me to lap it up. We shared my last load between us as we lay in a tangle of limbs on his bed. Totally spent and totally happy. * * * * * * True to his word, a few weeks later on the first night we were performing for a paying audience I felt like hell. I had a high fever, swollen glands, and was sweating profusely. The stage manager gave me one look and said I couldn’t go on except to fly since there was no backup. I sat backstage and watched the show with Johnny, his kilt hiding the fact that I was impaled on his. He gave me the fevered ride of my life that night as I was caught up in the adrenaline of opening, the rush knowing I was converting, and the pleasure of giving another man a great time. During our first stop in Oklahoma City, we went shopping on our day off for a few things. I suddenly had to expand my collection of underwear to include dozens of jockstraps — anything from sporty to sleek and fashionable, we picked out a series of plugs for me to wear of ever-increasing width in case I wanted to keep in a load. He even took me to a piercing shop to get a Prince Albert like his. After that first tryout, it became a tradition during my last flight that we would fuck every show. With eight shows a week on a fifty week contract, we got in plenty of action with each other. After my PA healed, he would let me fuck him every third or fourth show, providing guidance on how to best use my tool to open up another man and show them a good time. We continued to fall into each other’s arms after every show and I all but ignored my other castmates except to be polite when I talked with them. But I spent most of my time away from the theatre exploring cities across the country with Johnny. At the end of the tour with just one more performance to go Johnny asked me what I would like as a going away present. “I want a scorpion tattoo on my dick,” was my response. He chuckled, “you’re a kinky little fucker aren’t you?” “I take after my dad,” I replied. We went out just before the final show to a nearby tattoo parlor. I got my scorpion tattooed to the underside of my dick. “So you can only see it if I want you to,” I explained. “I’m sure there is no shortage of boys who won’t know what they’re doing and totally miss it.” We both laughed as we walked back to the theatre to do the show one last time. There was an extra charge in the air that night. Maybe I was emotional because I was completing my first professional contract. Maybe it was the thought that I would no longer have Johnny there to give me what I craved every day. Whatever it was, we passionately made love before my final flight that night. He penetrated me with long an hard strokes just to keep me on the edge of orgasm. He fucked me missionary up against the set, kissing me while I sprayed the underside of his kilt with my toxic load. It was the best performance I had ever given in my life, and it was all for him. * * * * * * We created a text chain that night so that we could stay in touch. He was retiring to a farm in Colorado and I was heading back to couch surf in New York for a few weeks while I auditioned for another job and searched for an apartment. After exchanging a hug and promising to keep in touch, I walked to the train station with a few misty tears threatening to roll down my cheeks. I didn’t see his message until the train was pulling out of the station and heading to my new life. It was the privilege of my life to bring you into my family. I know you will do me proud professionally and personally. Just remember to be who you are and share yourself with the world. In every capacity. Until we meet again, stay hard, stay horny, and stay humble. -Johnny As the train rolled on, I straightened in my seat. I could make my dreams come true and show the world what Logan Ball is made of, and my resolution starts now. A young conductor came over at that moment and asked, “ticket please?” I handed this boy my ticket. “Looks like you’ll be with us for awhile.” He scribbled some information on a little pad he had with his scanner. “If there is anything that you need don’t hesitate to let us know.” He handed back my ticket and a piece of paper. He bustled down the train to the next people waiting with their tickets out. I glanced down at the paper and it read: Please ask for anything — and request Mason. I’d love to serve you however I can. I smiled and leaned back in my seat. This new life was going to be fucking brilliant. * * * * * * Looking forward to share all that will happen going forward! Thanks for reading up to this point, hope you come back for more!

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!

This is a tale about me, Logan Ball and my journey from innocent newbie in the theatre biz to a seasoned pro spreading more than just my talent and love of theatre. This first chapter is how my eyes were opened to the amazing opportunity I had been given and the gift I received from an unlikely source. Chapter One - Alma I wasn’t out of college yet when I got cast in my first non-Equity tour of an old Broadway show. We were finishing up senior showcases in New York City and I decided to try for a cattle call audition and I got lucky! Eighteen years of dance and voice lessons had paid off! My 6’ 2” frame and lithe build didn’t hurt, nor did my shining green eyes and auburn hair. I would get to graduate and move straight from my apartment in Michigan to out-of-town tech rehearsal in the heart of Arkansas for a month before we hit the road and I would get to travel and be paid to do what I loved. Dreams were coming true and prayers were being answered! My enthusiasm was slightly tempered when I saw the accommodations: I would be sharing a room with another chorus boy in a mediocre hotel just outside the town. I told myself that I shouldn’t mind too much — I would be working in the theater and rehearsal rooms all day, so I would only be there to crash. My roommate turned out to be a fun guy who had been on the road before with a few shows. We bonded over gin martinis that first night and decided we would be friends. The rehearsal schedule was intense and we were constantly thrown between music rehearsals, choreography sessions, blocking rehearsals, wig and costume fittings. . . you never felt like you were in one place for very long. In the background the set was beginning to take shape onstage and we were moving toward our technical rehearsals. The one thing left to decide was who in the chorus cast would fly. The show required one member of the cast to fly across the set in three places during the show. Once, just zooming across, and two more times doing some rolls and flying in zig-zags. I had volunteered (having had tumbling experience) but was a bit worried because of my height. Our first day of tech came and the director came over to me, “Logan we need to get you fitted into the flying harness. I thought Max would be up for it, but he’s afraid of heights.” “No problem!” I responded, trying to keep my boyish excitement under control. I trotted over to the stage left wing and grabbed the stage manager, “where do I go for the harness?” The stage manager didn’t even look up from her prompt script, pointing toward the shadows upstage. I heard the director call for an hour lunch break as I started back toward the dark corner where the road cases which would transport the set were stored. As I approached the cases an older guy walked out from between two large trunks and walked up to me. “Are you Logan?” His voice was rough, sounding like he had been drinking a bottle of whiskey a night for as long as I had been alive. As I got closer I noticed he wasn’t really that old. Maybe mid-forties, but he had a drawn look about him as if he hadn’t had a good meal in awhile. His eyes were mischievous, but he was still a handsome man. “Yes, that’s me! I am supposed to see someone about getting fitted in the flying harness for the rehearsal this afternoon.” I stuck out my hand to shake his. The man looked me up and down before grabbing my hand. “My name’s Johnny. I’ll be the flight coordinator on this show and will be getting you clipped in and out of the harness every time you go up. Come back here and let me get you fitted. I’m sure we have something that will work for you.” He gave me that curious sweep with his eyes as he yanked my arm forward to follow him. We retreated back to the box fort of boxes where he had set up a little station full of carabiners, rope, flying wire, rigging wire, and several different harness types with various attachments. “Strip to your undies, man.” I started a bit. Actors aren’t really repressed people; we change in front of others all the time, but I guess I didn’t expect to be down to my Calvins in front of this old guy. As I started to strip, I looked at Johnny a little closer. He was wearing the requisite black work shirt that technicians on the tour were wearing, but instead of slacks he was wearing a black kilt with tons of pockets. I thought that was kind of an interesting choice, but it accentuated his thin torso and gave his hips some flair. I stripped off my shorts and cute shirt that I felt accentuated my twink frame. Johnny walked around me, taking in my bubble butt and bulge in my steel-banded Calvin Klein briefs. I normally wasn’t shy about my body, but something in this man’s gaze made me feel like I was being looked at for the first time as a man instead of a boy. “Okay, I think we’re going to have to have two harnesses. One is going to be your regular harness for the first flight just straight across the stage. We want to make sure your chest and groin are both supported since they want to get you going at some speed.” He continued to look at me critically, “and the second harness is just a harness around your groin and hips that allows for some acrobatics. The problem is that you’ll have to strip off your costume each show so we can swap the harnesses out under your clothes.” Johnny leaned in and started to feel up around my shoulders, “You have okay muscle tone, but we’ll work on that during the tour.” His hand slowly slid down across both my pecs before it continued down my abs. His hand left a wave of goosebumps wherever it passed. Johnny leaned in and looked me straight in the eyes, “we’ll get you in perfect shape to use this,” he grabbed my bulge firmly and I noticed for the first time that I had gotten hard being objectified by this man, “to do its job.” He squeezed with a little more pressure and my breath caught in my throat. After a moment of intensity when all I saw were his eyes and I felt I couldn’t breathe, he shuffled back to the harness selection and picked up two models. “Okay boy, let’s get you fitted.” Once the intensity of the moment wore off (and I was able to convince my brain to breathe on its own again) we spent half an hour getting in and out of the two harnesses, correcting all the various straps and ties to fit me snugly. He even hooked me into the fly system and raised me up a few times to check the counterbalances and make sure it would all work. I continued on with the rest of rehearsal that day with a little bit of fog in my head. The crotch grab and intensity of the old man’s stare wouldn’t leave my mind and I knew I was hooked, on what, though, I didn’t know. * * * * * * That night after we were finished with our crazy 16 hour day, I walked backstage to grab my bag and head to the bus to get back to the hotel when Johnny came up to me. “Logan I need a few more minutes of your time to check one more thing before we fly you around in rehearsal tomorrow.” “Okay, I just don’t want to miss the bus back to the hotel.” “Don’t worry about that, I can bring you back in my car. This might take another twenty minutes or so.” I shrugged, grabbing my bag and following him back behind the boxes for the second time that day. “Strip,” was the command he gave and I immediately started to obey. As I was shucking off my shorts again, I noticed the front of his black kilt bulging out. I felt my eyes go wide and was sure my pupils dilated. . . My hormones were off the charts. When I straightened, his eyes were boring holes into my own. “Do you want this?” I nodded. “Be warned, it has a stinger.” I just knelt down and lifted the front of his kilt, exposing his freeballing 9” cock with a beautiful foreskin covering a bullet-shaped head. I tentatively licked his slit and felt his slick precum on my tongue. My college experience had seen me suck a few cocks, but this was by far the biggest I had seen in real life. I grinned as I thought how slutty I must look — rehearsal-ruffled hair, shining eyes, and licking the head of this old guy’s dick like it was the sweetest treat in the world! The licking didn’t last long before Johnny really took control, grabbing my head and forcing his cock down my throat. I wasn’t expecting as much aggression, so I more or less immediately gagged and dry heaved. “Yeah, bitch, there’s more than one reason that I made sure you missed lunch today.” He drove his cock back down my throat as I sputtered and choked around it. “You’ll be fine, you just need to breathe.” By this point, he has done this five or six times and I am starting to leak mucus out of my mouth and it is coating his cock and balls. “That’s it boy, get my dick nice and slick. It is going to be in your hole in a couple of minutes.” My eyes flew wide at that pronouncement. “But Johnny, I’ve never taken anything in my ass before, and you’re huge!” Johnny just laughed and impaled my head on his cock again. I had always imagined that I would put my career first for a few years then meet some young twink straight from college and top him for my first experience. I wasn’t a submissive, so why were my hormones not letting me tell this man, ‘hell no’? Johnny pulled all the way out of my mouth, with just a line of spit leaving an arc connecting my lips with the head of his cock. Johnny pulled me to my feet, spun me around, and ripped open the back of my underwear in what seemed like one smooth motion. Before I could even think of protesting he pushed me up against a trunk and slid his saliva-slicked member up my crack, teasing my hole. I had never felt anything like it before. His chest pressed up against my back as he continued to slick my crack and I could feel his breath on my right ear. “I’m going to open you up and change your life, Logan.” He took a nibble of my earlobe, making me moan. “I could tell that you are a top the moment I met you, but you’re young and need an elder to teach you how to treat a boy.” His head started probing my still-tight hole. “Before this tour is over I am going to show you the pleasure you can give your partners. . .” I felt him start to enter me ever so slowly as I tried to relax. “. . . you are going to bestow on men something that will change their lives, just as I am going to change yours.” The pressure was growing now, and I started to feel a little twinge of pain as his head seemed to pry my hole apart by force. “I’m going to show you what your dick can do, and you will submit to me, your ultimate father.” My hormone-drunk brain thought that was peculiar, but I had the distraction of his head completely popping in to distract me. I let out a hiss of air as I hadn’t been breathing. “You’re going to take this cock every day until the end of your contract next year and you will see just how much difference a year can make.” With that, he knocked the back of my knees with his hands and I fell onto all 9” of his cock at once. I screamed, cried, and blubbered in the next thirty minutes as Johnny tore up my ass. What had started out as just pain when I took his entire length at once became pleasurable as we found a rhythm and he fucked me senseless. At one point he spun me around and with strength I didn’t know he possessed, grabbed my legs and lifted my back against the roacd cases. “Logan, look me in the eyes as I cum inside you. This will be a moment you will never forget.” I did as I was ordered and saw his pupils flash as I gave my body totally over to ecstasy. With a final mighty thrust that I felt in my lungs, I felt his cock expand as warmth spread through my abdomen. ------------ Part Two coming soon! 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This is in an old post but I would like to add my input as this is something I have thought a lot about over long time. When I read comments around here, it seems like for many it was really easy or natural to accept bareback life and going for it in no time. Well, it is not my case at all. I struggled with it for many years. For me barebacking goes far beyond the "it just feels better" reasoning that we often hear and has deep psicological implications that caused me frustration to accept. So one of the ways that I used to give in was to tell myself many lies. I say this in retrospect of course, back in the day they looked like reasonable decisions. For example I would find reasons to accept bareback cocks from time to time with excuses like: "Ok, only this one and no more for a long while", "Ok, only this time because he is very hung and he says condom streches him too much", "Okay, only this time because I am on holidays and want to celebrate", "Only this time because he is married and does not have many contacts", etc, etc.. What happens when you start allowing exceptions here and there? That your taste for barebacking slowly but surely keeps increasing every time. It is clear right away that it feels better and with several interactions on your list, you will confirm that the enjoyment is way superior, for many different reasons. But like I said, this took me years. If you would like tips to give in easier and accelerate the proceess, here some ideas: 1.- Only watch BB porn. Reject any imagery with condom and reinforce the association of sex = bare. 2.- Increase the chances of bare situations. Do you go out cruising? Forget the condoms home and use only the ones the tops bring. (If any) 3.- Remove the "only safe" from your profiles in gay applications. If you are shy to display bare likings in it, at least leave it empty. Giving the chance to many bare tops to consider you as possible candidate and tempt you. I was always embarrased of contacting explicit barebackers but I would visit their profiles and lure them to mine. Eventually you will be tempted by men so your type that will make you sucumb. 4.- Use substances to lower your concience levels. I would not suggest that you start using any drug if you are not experienced with them, but if you are already confortable with alcohol, coke, poppers,.. (you name it), be generous on them if you decide to hit cruising bars/saunas, etc... they can highly increase the chances of your hormones taking control of the decisions.

PigSon & his PigDad - Chapter 5 Dad Jake’s tiny bathroom was busy over the next few minutes, or however long it is in Crystal time, as he, Adam and Kyle focused on flushing out and transforming their luscious shit holes into the desirable man pussies they all love and crave of each other. Dad Jake worked the hose into Kyle as he straddled over the toilet “hold that water baby, all right, baby, now force it out bitch.” Dad Jake whispered to Kyle, “you thought you thought about sex ‘all the time’ before? Well, you now never gonna think anything else 24/7/365 every second, other than hole and man pussy, bitch. You’re might never gonna be able to concentrate again, might Always thinkin about your next cloud session, and cruising bus stations, bathhouses and public parks thinking about all the fucking hole or dick you can get, baby.“ The spray of Kyle’s pussy fudge and water hitting the toilet was awesome. “Rinse and repeat, whores,” for each, then all three headed to the bedroom, but not before Adam and Jake and Kyle Sucked up every bit of water coming out of each others man-juice-oozing holes. Dad Jake’s other big flat screen was there to greet them, porn-ready, at the foot of his bed, and he moved his freshly shard filled percolator bong up there as well. Adam proclaimed to Dad Jake, “With the three of us in there with that big bad nastyass percolator bong, this fucking bedroom is gonna be so fucking cloudy tonight you all won’t even be able to see anything, bitches.” “Dad Jake loves his big comfy bed and loves watching himself cloud ☁️☁️☁️☁️ on his big bad screen, baby! That gets him so fuckin boned,” said Adam to Kyle, before going down on Kyle’s rock hard stick. Dad Jake worked his remote revealing compressed vids of himself, torching and clouding first late afternoon with freshly sharded pipe, then midnite working some cloud thru his bigass perc bong, then back to his Nearly-spent pipe, as the morning sun blasted crystal ❄️ white through the window, still tilting pipe, blasting stem clean, while torching every last juicy brown drop slidin down to the bottle of the bulb, and finally torchin and Swirlin new cloud. “Mmmmm, top of the morn, bitches.” This “Dad Jake Classic” looped over and over, on the big screen, as Kyle unloaded down Adam’s hungry throat. Adam then coughed up, and shared this precious spooge with Kyle and Dad Jake. Adam and Dad Jake just couldn’t hold back anymore. Adam held bic to Jake’s freshly sharded pipe, that Jake was holding to his needy lips, and watched the swirls, as Jake took it in, then shotgunning to Newbie Kyle. The night was underway. Train fuck. Jake into Kyle into Adam. And Jake’s thick Clouds ☁️☁️☁️☁️loopin on the screen. End of Chapter 5.

Actually, it was a very good night! Only stayed till 9:00pm (I’d had my ‘fill’ by then), but when I left there was still a long queue of guys waiting to get in…

At subway sauna in Melbourne at the moment, been there for 2.5 hours now and surprisingly busy Friday afternoon I’ve managed to get 7 cock, but only 2 loads. And 4 of the them were unfortunately covered. But I’m soo horny just want any cock. Now I’m just presenting my hole in one of the booth, guys come and fuck and go as they please so I don’t know if the same guy came back for second. However, the last cock I took really broke me . It was really massive , thick and long, and he was soo rough, long hard fuck. At least he was fucking me raw and bred me. after him, I decided I might need to take break, and went out of the booth. Now here’s where things got interesting, well really unusual. I passed by one of the open room and there is a trans girl in a gay sauna. Really took me by surprise. I would say she is quite beautiful and small cock. I saw her with a pipe and sniffing them. I watch for a bit and She saw me and basically wave me in. I thought ok why not. She suck my cock, and we did 69. I got hard and she just said fuck me , told me no condom and cum inside and she just turn around in all4. Now I’m a bottom never really top man. But we’ll she’s not a man so I did fuck her raw, lasted maybe 2 mins and breed her. After I did, another daddies come in and use the trans. While I am Writting this update now .. what a good Friday !

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.

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21. Steven moved Blake out of the way and started to run his fingers around the base of the plug. He was trying to work them inside me too. Slowly he pressed his lube slick fingers in, pulling my hole open around the plug. I groaned as one slipped in. It felt impossible that I was this open but all the abuse had made it possible. My hole just gave way to the new assault and soon Steven had two fingers slipping in and out of me next to the plug. They had been serious about destroying me. Then he was pulling the plug out of me. I felt empty as the snake like toy fell from my hole. I could tell that I was open and gaped. Mercifully though I was not empty long. Steve’s fingers quickly returned to my hole. He easily slid four fingers inside me, twisting them around. He splayed them, pushing the edges of my hole further apart still. Two fingers from his other hand slipped in next to his twisting fingers. I moaned as he pulled me open. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blake still naked and hard with a phone in his hand recording Steve working my ass open. He grinned when he realized I had seen him. “Focus on me,” Steve said, and started to push a single spear shaped hand into my hole. I took a deep breath. Steve pulled his hand from my hole and then pushed back in, matching my breath. Each time it felt like a little more of his hand slipped in. “We’re at the widest point now, a few more breaths and you’ll have my whole hand in your cunt. You want that don’t you?” “Yes! Please. Fist me.” “Deep breath, and then let it out real slowly.” He relaxed the pressure on my hole, backing his hand off. As I breathed in again he started once more to push, the pressure mounting. I held my breath for a moment, and then very slowly let it out. Then it happened. My hole gave way. The knuckle of his thumb burst inside me, and suddenly he was wrist deep inside me. I was being fisted. Something half way between a scream and a moan burst from my lips as my hole expanded further than ever before. My soft tender guts were not split apart with the rough skin of Steve’s hand. Tight in its cage my cock throbbed and a big thick spurt of cum pumped from out onto my balls. It was the most extraordinary feeling. “Good job, your cunt looks so good wrapped around my wrist.” “Fuck,” was all I could moan back. “I’m going to fuck you now,” Steve said in a calm voice. He pulled his hand back slowly, pulling against the taught muscles of my hole. My body opened around his hand again, and tried unsuccessfully to snap back around his fingers as they slipped out. I could feel myself gape, I knew that my guys were exposed by my slack hole. Then the fingers were back. They once more forced me open. This time it was easier, my body knew what to do. My hole opened around Steve’s invading fingers, spread wide for the knuckle and let his fist inside me once more. Again a guttural sound was forced out of my as my hole was invaded. I shook a little. Steve didn’t pause this time. Slowly and deliberately he pulled his hand from my hole, then at the same pace he forced it back inside me. With each new level of sluttiness or width of stretched there came a moment of being lost, where my whole body, my whole life, seemed to slip away and all that I was was a hole. As Steve’s hand truly began to fuck me, all be it slowly at first, I found myself drifting away. My hole, and his hand were the only important things in the world. I forgot about Blake and the camera, I forgot about the cage on my cock, I forgot about Mike leading me down this path, all I could think about was the hand pushing inside my guts again and again. I was once more a blathering idiot, spewing an incoherent slur of fucks, yes’s, and use mes. Steve was picking up the pace, and Blake was filming the whole thing. He was not shooting over Steve’s shoulder looking down at my trashed hole. As Steve’s pace increased and my hole became more and more slack I felt a pressure building inside me. It wasn’t quite like an orgasm building, but similar. In the put of my stomach a hard mass was forming, pushing down against my guts as they were penetrated and stretched. Yet it wasn’t painful, it was that coming up to the edge of a cliff feeling, that moment where the pleasure tips just to this side of pain, and then, my cock erupted. This time, however, it wasn’t cum. Piss sprayed out of my cock in one long spurt. I tried to stop, tried to cover myself, but Steve stopped me with his free hand. “No, that’s how a bottom like you cums when he’s being fisted,” Steve said, “your body needs it, let it out.” He let go of my hand, and punched his fist into me a few more times. I basically screamed, my body going limp, and spurt after spirt of piss spewed from my cock. Steve and I were both covered when my bladder was finally fucked empty. I was panting, as piss dripped off my body onto Steve’s desk. He didn’t care so neither did I. Slowly, he pulled his hand from my hole with a wet flop. “Fuck, you did so well,” Steve said, leaning forward to kiss me. “That was amazing,” Blake added. “How does your hole feel?” “Fucking destroyed,” I responded. “Your cunt looks so good, gaped and red, with a little drop of cum leaking out of it.” “Thank you Sir.” “Do you think you can take some more?” “What do you have in mind Sir?” “Before your hole starts to tighten up,” he moved to the chair and sat down, “come sit on my cock and we’ll get one more load in you before sending you home.” “Fuck yes,” I said, and got off the desk as quick as my sore legs would let me. I straddled my boss and sat down. It took nothing to slide him inside me, my loose hole opened wide and his thick cock slid in. We both let out an appreciative groan as my warm guts enveloped his hard cock again. Blake was soon behind me, I had guessed this was where it was going, and pressed his cock into me too. The three of us breathed as one, as they fucked me again. I was a rag doll at this point, worn down and tired, my hole stretched wide once more. I was begging them to use me, to pump me full of their cum. They soon both obliged me, and I was once more treated to the sensation of hot sperm being pumped inside my hole. This time, however, I was so slack that it was hard to keep it in. It was worth it though to have experience then destruction they wrought on my hole. That was the end of our day, they helped me up. We got dressed, all kissed at the door, and headed out of the office at just after five. I felt like I couldn’t walk right. I gave up on the train and called a car home. I don’t think I said much of anything to the driver, I was in such a daze the whole way. When I got home Mike was sitting on the couch naked apart from his cage. I stripped at the door, and walked over to where he sat. I straddled his lap, and kissed him deep as a greeting. “What was that for?” He said grinning, his hands holding my bare ass cheeks. “Showing me the way.” “What happened to you today?” “Feel my hole and see if you can guess.” Mike’s hand traveled from my cheeks to my wet abused cunt, and his fingers slipped in. “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, probing the edges of my gaping hole, “you’re fucking destroyed. Did you get fisted or something.” I kissed him again, “By my boss.” “Jesus, I love the new you.” “Me too,” I paused, “I don’t want my key back. I don’t need to wait till the end of the week. I want to be like this forever.” “I guessed that would be your decision.” Now it was his turn to kiss me. “Come on pig, I’m going to open you back up and fist you myself.” This is where our story ends - at least for now. I hope you all enjoyed and I'm happy to have inspired a few of you to dust off your cages and lock up. Remember, there is freedom in giving up your cock and becoming a hole - give in.

Thank you for your comment. Now that I’m older I’m more interested in my brother’s cock, especially when I party. My weakness is a thick uncut cock with plenty of foreskin. And both brothers fit this category. The hot one has seen me naked and I once had a top fuck Me when bro came back from work. It was awkward but I like knowing my bro knows how much of a bottom and submissive r bitch I am. The top was tall and muscular. Maybe tho will take the hint sometime

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The Kid goes to his first bath house Kid got everything he wanted

Brian feasted on the dinner that Wyatt carefully prepared for his man. After Brian ate his fill, he settled in for the evening while Wyatt cleaned up the dinner dishes. When he finished, Brian told him to some sit with him. Brian had taken off his shirt and Wyatt cuddled up against him. Brian asked him about his day at school and Wyatt told him all about it. Wyatt explained that they had taught the boy's how to be better lovers for their men. Brian said he was looking forward to seeing what Wyatt had learned. Wyatt started sucking on Brian's nipples and Brian leaned his head back and enjoyed the stimulation. Wyatt then turned his attention to the big man's armpits. He absolutely loved the scent of sweat and musk of Brian. He rubbed his face all over so he could wear the scent of his man. Brian's cock was straining against his jeans and he stood up and scooped the smaller Wyatt into his arms. "Time for bed boy but I ain't ready to sleep just yet". Brian carried him to the bed and sat him down. Wyatt wasted no time in stripping Brian naked and then got naked himself. Wyatt pushed Brian flat on the bed and told him that tonight he would do the work for Brian to just lay back and enjoy. Wyatt started by again sucking and teasing the leaking cock of Brian. He then climbed up and straddled his guy, lining up his hole ( the instructors called them boy pussies) and then teased by letting it rub against his tight sphincter. He could feel the precum lubing his formerly virgin hole. He would let the glans slightly penetrate and pull off making Brian very horny. After a bit, Brian put his hands on Wyatt's hips and slowly pulled him down onto his rigid shaft. The boy sunk down lower and lower, his eyes closed in a bit of pain but determined to take it all. Finally he felt Brian's balls and full pubes nestled against his ass. They sat like that for a bit, Wyatt feeling the big cock throb and flex inside of him. Brian passed the bottle of poppers to Wyatt and commanded him to take 6 big whiffs. He did and his pussy relaxed. Wyatt then started rocking on the cock in him, the lifting himself up before dropping back down. Brian was lifting Wyatt up more and more and soon was pistoning inside his boy's pussy. Wyatt would shudder each time he felt that big head graze his prostate. Fuck this feels good Wyatt said. His own cock was rock hard too and leaking, pooling on Brian's flat abs. The closer Wyatt got to orgasm, the harder he bounced on that dick. Suddenly Wyatt started almost convulsing as his orgasm hit him. His pussy was convulsing with him and Brian couldn't hold back any longer. He came inside the boy as the boy shot his load all over Brian's chest. They were both sweaty when it subsided and Wyatt dutifully started cleaning up his spunk off Brian and then cleaned up Brian's cock as well. Brian was amazed how far Wyatt had progressed in just a few days. As Brian lit another cigarette, he told Wyatt, " I think you earned an A tonight on your homework". Wyatt beamed at the compliment and snuggled up beside him. "Thank you Sir, I just want to make you happy"

Went over to this guys place near my work. Turns out we’d met years ago. He was really ready to get fucked. Walked in, got naked, climbed inti bed with him. 3 hours later he had 4 of my loads in him, and I even got one of his in me!

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I have certainly slowed down my travel for play. In my area, there are very few cases, but I am certainly playing much more with men I know. (Once again, I am always glad I encouraged fuck-buds.)

I think things change as we age -- I used to be crazy jealous, but now I celebrate it when my top hubby gets sucked off at the gym or he breeds a boy in the parking garage or brings one home for us to share. While secrets can be hot, I think of sport sex as something that enriches our lives and marriages. 😈

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!

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!

I think the question isn’t well stated, because it asks what to do in terms of rejecting the messager, which implicates a certain approach to etiquette because of the way human beings react to rejection. But a message of “Hey” doesn’t necessarily constitute sufficient personal engagement such that the sender could be said to be rejected any more than accepted by a response. It’s more a question of whether or not we acknowledge the messenger. I’m not sure these options that express a level of interest are on the mark. If I receive a random message of “Hey” on Grindr, I will almost certainly know nothing about the sender on which to base a decision whether to reply without making the effort to investigate his profile or (if I were shallow) at least judge him by his profile pic. If someone sends me a communication with no more information about his interest or intentions than “Hey”, he is placing the entire burden of the communication on me, and I feel under no obligation to take up the burden that he himself is unwilling to. In order to know if I have any interest in the person - or more to the point, to know if the person is genuinely looking to fuck me - I need to know two things: What does he want, and has he read my profile to see if I can offer it. I can only get that information if he supplies it. Therefore, my reply to “Hey”, if I reply at all, is “Hey.” It acknowledges receipt of the message and presents an opportunity to provide more information. At this point, however, senders of “Hey” usually fail to take advantage of the opportunity and instead respond with some form of “What’s up?” Again, burden thrown back onto me. At this point I still have zero information about this person on which to base a rejection without acceding to his implicit demand that I check out his profile. So I have the choice of either being blunt as an anvil and telling him that what’s up is that I’m taking cock if he’s interested; or replying “Not much, how about you” which usually leads to either “I’m horny” or “I’m bored”. In the first case, tiresome negotiations ensue which only occasionally result in fucking, because a man who can’t muster more effort than to write “Hey” isn’t likely to get off his ass to come to my room. In the second case, he never hears from me again; if a dude is incapable of stimulating his own mind, I’m not going to bother trying to stimulate his body. But over the time that I’ve used Grindr, I’ve gradually found that the great preponderance of “Hey” messages end up being wastes of time by lazy or inconsiderate people with little or no genuine interest. More than that, very frequently if I receive a message of “Hey” and I reply, I will then receive no answer at all, leaving me to wonder why the idiot bothered me in the first place. So, what is my obligation to respond to such messages? I have no obligation. Were the message a directed communication with considered and composed content, it would be another matter, and etiquette would dictate a reply. But if you want to talk to me, generally you’re going to have to do better than “Hey”. And “Sup” gets ignored 100%.

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.

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.

You need to decide how you want to live and type of work/life you want in the future. Career if being a slut is important to you, would it affect your lifestyle. You should get on Prep to reduce your chances of getting HIV, but you are still exposed to other STI/STD'S. If you are a CUMDUMP and taking Multiple Loads from Strangers then it will happen. Get your medical care figured out either insurance or county Health Department so you are ready. If you do become HIV POSITIVE it will not decrease the number of guys who will fuck you. If you want to chase the fantasy of being Poz fucked, there are plenty of guys. Once guys know you are Poz you will increase the number of guys that Love to BREED your ass.

What this boils down to, is honesty. If a guy who happens to be a Top gets more change on a $20 bill, and decides to just pocket the extra dough, it's dishonest. If a guy is at some other guy's house for a fuck, and picks up some doo-dad that catches his eye and rips it off, that's dishonest. If a Top is asked to pull out before he shoots, and agrees to do that and doesn't, it's not only dishonest, it's reprehensible. Bottoms: if you don't think they guy will pull out, even if he says he will, then either walk away. If you're concerned about serious illness, stick to guys you can trust to do what they say. If you're not concerned about serious illness, then why bother to ask the Top to pull out. Tops: if you think it's "hot" to lie to the guy taking your Cock, it isn't. Being responsible to the guy bending over for you is "hot". This life isn't for the faint-of-heart or the faint-of-Hole. If you need to Seed the Hole, then there are tons of Holes out there needing your Seed - give it to a row of them. Look: We have to take care of each other. It's not like we're the paragons of Decency to the rest of the population. We live our lives on the edge, and that makes us dangerous to the norms of culturally repressed folks. So know the situation, accept that we're the only ones who will behave decently towards our fellow rawfuckers. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm - delivered (or not) as agreed

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, from the "Strictly Stories" section. The original posting promised the story would be continued. If I find the continuation, I'll add it to this file. ********************************************************************* I was spending New Years Eve in a little town somewhere in Georgia. Definitely boring. Well, it was a grey Sunday and, of course, no gas-station was selling liquor. I was staying at some (straight) friends I hardly knew. Could it get any worse? Sure. No fireworks. What�s New Year�s Eve without fireworks and alcohol? Okay, okay back to the story. So this was my all-time favourite celebration: no alcohol, no close friends, no fireworks, no car, stranded in a small town somewhere in Georgia. After a very short party we all said good-bye and went back to our rooms. I was so pissed off but I managed getting even a little drunk (finally I found some). I went online and checked my messages on my favourite gay site, and ended-up talking with a guy from Atlanta with whom I previously exchanged IMs. He also was at a very boring party and asked me if I wanted to hang out with him. Sure, I said, but that he had to come down to my place, 'cause I didn't have a car. To my surprise, he responded he was enroute. An hour later he made it to my apartment complex, and jeez, he was black. Turns out he never told me 'cause he didn't want to disappoint me. C'mon whatï's going on with gay people in Georgia? So many prejudices out there to be ashamed of your skin color? He came up to my apartment and we sat down on my bed. I had no furniture in this room except my bed, which encouraged us to sit close to each other. He had brought a six-pack which we finished quickly. We were talkin' about this and that, and differences in gay culture, favourite sex positions, etc. when he suddenly came closer and kissed me. Five minutes later we were all naked and kissing, touching and exploring our bodies. After a lot of kissing (I love foreplay), we finally moved to the more interesting parts. I started to suck his huge black dick. It tasted so nice...pre-cum was oozing out of it but who cares? It tasted so good. I had to get more of it. But shit! No lube, no condoms - forgotten at home. Damnit. But his beautiful dark cock, this sweet taste and it was obvious he wanted to fuck me bare. I was sitting on his waist. His dick throbbing with pre-cum, moisturizing my crack. He was trying to get the head of his pole inside my ass and I was trying to relax and making myself comfortable with my decision of a bareback fuck with an unknown black dude. An unknown athletic black guy in his early 20s with a hot and smooth body and a beautiful 8 or 8.5 inch dick. The situation was scary but also made me rock hard and leaking pre-cum. I was so fucking horny! Riding his big black dick bareback was all my brain was able to think about. About him fucking my ass bare and pumping his hot semen in my ass. Eventually I loosened up and he finally produced enough pre-cum to lube my hole up good. The dark and nice sized head slide in to my ass. Slowly, his dick entered my hole inch by inch. It felt so damn good. When his shaft was fully inside my sweet neg white ass, he pulled out and flipped me over, lying on my stomach he plunged back in. I was shivering with anticipation and ready to get fucked by him when he asked me "Aren't you afraid about a stranger fuckin' you bare?" I froze in my motion. Excuse me? "Aren't you afraid of getting stds?" "Sure, I am! But do I have to?" He started to fuck me slowly. I don't know why but I started to moan. I couldn't help myself but his dick slowly thrusting in & out of my ass felt so incredibly good. Damn, I was horny as hell and still a little drunk. "I could stop if you want me to" he said in a soft and calm voice while kissing my neck. "Jeez, please stop" I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Should I really stop grinding your ass?" "Please stop" I was still moaning from the sensation of his pre-cum oozing pole inside my now sticky ass. "Do you really want me to pull my poz death stick out of your with my pre-cum dripping hole? Do you really want me to stop fucking you bare? My toxic black dick and balls slappin' against your ass? Don't you want this load in your hole?" he asked while tweaking my tits. What should I do? I mean, he was drilling my hole bareback with lots and lots of his pre-cum as lube. Should I really stop him? But why, I might already have it and he was a damn good top. Why should I stop him from fucking me? And the thought of changing my whole life within seconds and giving up my secure and boring college student career turned me on. Yeah, it turned me on and I wanted him to decide on my life. "Damn it! Yes, fuck me bare! Please, I want your come in my hole" That was what he was waiting for: his thrusts became more and more intense. I could feel how his orgasm was building up inside his balls. "You ready for my babies, you fuckin' slut?" "Yeah, breed me, man" I cried. "I'm making you my bitch - now!!!" he groaned as his dick erupted deep inside my ass and spurts of hot toxic semen flooded my hole. My body was still shivering when he wrapped his arms around me, still keeping his dick inside my hole. "Welcome" he said in a warm voice. "What have I done?" was my response. "Your first step to the darker site of hot gay sex. Now, you can have man to man sex as much as you want and always skin on skin without hesitating or thinking about status. It's real sex as it was meant to be, now. This pure and intense feeling only a good old bareback fuck can give you. And Now it's my turn to get your last negative load."

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I definitely want the same we need a group in the NY/NJ/PA area !

After giving it lots of thought, I have to agree with this one. Not only could I use it to make any man do what I wanted him to do sexually, I could make anyone do what they should do but are loathe to because of public opinion, partisan politics, fear, etc. I could even use that power to disrupt people's inclination toward crime. Win-win for me and for the world! (Because, of course, my mind control power could be used remotely across very long distances. 😁)

Well, good on them. It's the responsible thing to do, and given what goes on there, it wouldn't surprise me if Slammer was ground zero for mpx in Ft.L. Fortunately though, there are other fuckjoints around, and my sentence rotting in mpx jail will be up just before L.D. It's my favorite, but there are others ...

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”

Having Gloryhole sex... me sticking my cock through the hole and have the otherside pleasure it until I come. Love to fuck a smelly musky ass bareback through the hole...... also doing sloppy seconds.

I woke up with a raging hard-on, my girl was out, and she told me she was sore and could not fuck so I went out to the living room to search for a glory hole other than the one I was at for work. I found one in a park nearby. I got dressed and took off to the park. Once there I parked and watches as two guys go out of their cars and headed into the bathroom. I was soon to follow. When I entered there was a guy at the urinal the tall one and one guy in the stall. I went to the urinal to pee. I had gone to blow my load but there I was peeing while this tall guy was jacking his long 9-inch dick, as he smiled at me. I could not help it, once finished my stream, I reached out and jacked his big dick. He was uncut, he had long skin that would guide across his dick head. He leaned in and kissed me; he was a great kisser. I heard the door to the stall open, but I kept kissing this hot man. The other guy soon had my joggers to the ground, and he was licking my hole as I made out with this big, dicked guy. I could only moan into the man’s mouth. Without much warning, the big-dicked man made some motion to the guy behind, as they turned me around the man behind devoured my dick as the big-dicked man lubed my hole so he could slide his big dick inside me. They worked me perfectly making me moan and shoot the man behind me said, that’s it, boy. Give me your cunt. Two minutes later he shot his load inside me. I came a minute after filling the man on the floor’s mouth. The man behind me had cleaned up and wiped my ass with a paper towel. He told me to get dressed and I did, the man on the floor made his way back into the stall. The big-dicked man grabbed my hand and lead me out of the bathroom, and we were soon on a path down a wooded trail. He seemed to know it well, parts were dark, so dark I could not see anything. We soon hit another dark patch but unlike the others this one I could hear guys talking. I was not sure how many but more than two. We stepped off the path we were on and down a slight hill to an open area. I have a fresh one the man said. I soon felt hands on me as one grabbed my head and began to make out with me. My joggers have pulled down again as a finger slide into my hole. I heard a voice say, you’re cum, Jeff. The man who had fucked me said, yea. I felt my cheeks being spread and a tongue begin to eat my hole. The man kissing me broke away and guided my head to his dick. Big thick 7-inch dick leaking precum. I sucked him as my ass was eaten, fetched for five minutes. The man in my mouth came, I swallowed. Another dick was presented and sucked the 6-inch dick, and a minute later the man behind me lubed me up, then slide his thick dick inside me. He seemed a lot thicker than the guy inside me, he fucked me hard and before long I had another load in my mouth. Yet, another dick was presented, a long thin 8-inch dick. I sucked and soon he grabbed my head and fucked my throat, they were doing it in unison. Their dicks were inside me deep at the same time, they seem like they were close to Cumming, before the first one shot their load, I shot my load hands free, the guy behind me followed, then my throat rapist shot. The guys moved backward, then I felt my ass being cleaned up again, Jeff said, get dressed. I pulled up my joggers and he led me up the hill to the path. He stopped and kissed me, and when he broke, he told me what a hot boy I was. He again grabbed my hand and led me down the path to a picnic bench. You could see it clearly with the moon and stars. You could see condoms on the ground as we walked up. He pulled out a blindfold from his back pocket and tied it to my head. He then guided me over to the picnic table and pushed my chest down on the table and pulled my joggers down. He told me not to move, then he grabbed my right hand as he rustled with something under the picnic table, fastened my right hand, and then my left. I told him I had to get back and asked him to let me go but he laughed as he said, I own you slut. Before I knew it he had a ball gag in my mouth, I began to feel hands on my body feeling me. I have not how long I was there or how many guys fucked me. Jeff had left and returned a few hours later to watch the last old man fuck me and shot inside me. He again cleaned up my ass and had me pull up my ass. My joggers were fully soaked. He handed me a pair of shorts so tight you could see my ass and my junk clearly. He then led me to his car. He had me leave his joggers in the park. I was so tired, he took me back to his place, I crashed as soon as he led me to his bed. I slept for a few hours with him, we woke up, and he called me his man. I was not sure about all that, he told me to shower and clean out and he would put some clothes out for me. While I was in the shower, I decided I need to go home. When I got out, I dried off, I looked for my phone, but it was not where I left it. The only clothes were supper tight. I slide on the shorts; it has a cock ring sowed into them. I slide my cock and balls through and started to get aroused. They seemed to be see-through. You could see the outline of my dick and my pubes for sure. I went out to the living room; he whistled and told me I looked so hot. He came over and kissed me. My worry melted away as he fled me all over and told me I was the hottest boy he ever had. He told me to eat up and he had a surprise for me. I ate the small amount of food he had out for me. Grits and bacon, I brushed my teeth, and we headed out. Feeling a little self-conscious about what I was wearing, I walked fast as people stared. Jeff seemed to take a long time to unlock the door but finally did as a tall guy walked by and said, Jeff, you outdid yourself this time. The guy was young with tats, he brushed his hand against my ass and asked Jeff if he could hit it later. Come to Club, the boy is on his way to joining. Let give me twenty minutes, I would like to use him first. We got in the car, and he immediately said, that is Jess he loves to fuck hot boys. Did you have fun last night by the way? I began to say, well it and he interrupted me and said tonight would be better. He then leaned over and kissed me. We drove off to a seedy part of town, and pulled up to an old building, he then led me inside. It was totally nice inside, there were a few guys in the bar, five I could count, and the bartender. He walked me over to two guys sitting in the back of the bar and introduced me, boy this is Wayne and Derreck they will both be fucking you later. I invited them, I am going to leave you here with them. Wayne will know what to do with you. Jeff sat me next to Wayne who put his hand on my leg and rubbed it as he talked to Derreck. Wayne got a text and he said, boy, you are up in twenty minutes. I said what? He said you are the entertainment today. I began to ask what he meant but he leaned in and kissed me hard. He broke off and told me we should got in the back. We both got up and he led me to the back room and pinned me against the wall and made out with me. He was making me so hot. He slides off my tight shorts, then began to suck my rock-hard dick. I was just about to cum, so he pulled off and had me turn around and he ate my hole. I went to jack my dick and he slapped my hand away. Pulled off my hole and said, fucking leave your hand where they are. Do not touch your dick boy. I put my hand back up on the wall. A few minutes later he pulled off my hole. He guided me over to a bench and got me up on it. He strapped my hands and feet in and blindfolded me. Once he did, I heard the door open and close and then felt hands on my ass. Wayne came around and fed me his cock a nice 7-inch dick the perfect size to deep throat. I felt my hole being lubed up and fingers sliding in and out of me. He was working my hole well. He then pulled out and slide his dick all the way inside me. The fucker must have been ten inches long and thick. It hurt but Wayne kept his dick down my throat so I could not pretest much. He continued to fuck me long and hard for twenty minutes. Ten minutes in Wayne shot his load and left me with this man I had no idea who it was, but I was not just moaning, and he had made me cum twice. He was fucking me so deep, and he was so thick. He started to breathe heavily, and he grunted and shoved his dick deep and shook as he said boy, I approve your acceptance into our club, you have my vote inside you. He kept sliding in and out of me. You have many other supporters here who plan on voting. They will be coming in shortly. You will make a great addition to our club. He had softened, so he slowly pulled out. I laid there wondering what the fuck he was talking about. Was this a club, I never asked to be part of it? Is that what Jeff wants? He is hot but I really do not know him. Besides I really need to get back to my life, my real life. I heard the door open and guys coming in. I had my mouth and throat fucked, my ass filled with cock and cum for the next two hours. Load after load was shot inside both holes. Then Jeff came in and said, okay the party is over. Five minutes to shoot your wad and he must clean up. The last three guys got off with one shooting his load all over my face. Jeff untied me and pulled the blindfold off. He helped me up and took me to shower in the corner. Once I cleaned up and cum stopped dripping from my ass and pushing its way out, I came out of the shower and dried off. He handed me my clothes and leaned in and kissed me. I was feeling out of sorts. I felt like I was just raped by a bunch of guys that I had no idea who they were. When he broke the kiss, he told me I was so hot, and he loved having me as his boy. He looked at me and said, you know you can never have another man unless I say. Do you understand boy? I started to say, but… He put his hand up to my lips and said, do not say anything just nod yes. He held his fingers there and grabbed my neck with his other hand and squeezed so I nodded yes. We will text your girl that you are leaving after we pick up some things of yours. You will not need her; you are now my pussy boy. Do you understand? His hand was still on my neck. We need to get you home and some rest, you have a date tonight. That tall, tatted guy wants to have you tonight. He was the first guy who fucked you today here at the club. You will need to rest up, he loves to use a bottom like you. I did not think I could take anymore but Jeff took me home and I slept till he woke me and told me it was time to shower. Make sure you clean out he said. I did, so much cum mixed with some blood. They fucked me hard today. There I was, I cleaned up and started to get hard. I got out and toweled off and Jeff came in and spoke. Nice boy, you are horny for this, aren’t you? He walked in and grabbed my dick and jacked it. He played with my balls, it felt good. He kissed me, you are such a hot boy. Then he grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard. I tried to scream out, but he held my mouth with his other hand, and I soon lost my erection and he let go of my balls. He quickly put a cock ring on me and then he slipped a cage on my dick. I protested but he grabbed my neck again and I got quiet. Your date tonight does not do dick. If you don’t cage it, he will torture it. I am doing you a favor. He handed me clothes to wear, they were see-through. I slipped them on, and the cage was so prominent that is almost all you could see. The top was tight, and my ass cheeks hung out. There was a hole at my ass hole. Jeff said, fuck you look perfect. Jeff sat me in the living room, we chatted while we waited for that tall, tatted guy. I heard the door and Jeff got up and answered. I could hear the guy ask if the boy was ready. Jeff said yes, he is more than ready. He is in for a hard night the guy said. I was nervous. This beautiful tall man walked over to me and rubbed my left nipple. He said, you have the smallest tits, but they are so sensitive he pinched it and I jumped. Just like bitch I used to fuck. Let’s get you to the bar, I need to show you off.

Wyatt fell asleep wrapped in the arms of Brian. He rather enjoyed being the little spoon. He could feel the coarse chest hair pressed against his back and he was was also aware of Brian's seed leaking out of his freshly fucked ass. Both slept well and Wyatt was exhausted from his travels the day before and his experience of his first sexual experience. Morning came and Brian woke up first. He kissed Wyatt on the forehead and said " Rise and shine, you have to go to school as I have to go to work". Brian had made eggs and bacon for breakfast and Wyatt took a shower. He gently touched his ass and felt it puffy, sore, and still leaking a bit of Brian's seed. He also saw a hickey on his neck. He got dressed and ate breakfast. Brian was very loving towards Wyatt. Normally this would have bothered Wyatt but today he felt nothing but love towards the other man. Brian took him to the central building and Wyatt saw the other boys he had arrived with. They were all standing together and Wyatt noticed that each of the other boys also sported fresh hickies on their necks. The boys were ushered into a room and each one received another injection like the day before. Wyatt asked what the injection was really for and the male nurse said it was to help him acclimate to life here. The boys spent the morning in classes teaching them how to be good mates to the men they were living with. They were taught basics such as cleaning, cooking and laundry. They were giving a bit of free time for lunch. At lunch, one of the boy's finally addressed the elephant in the room, the fact they all had hickies. After an awkward silence, they all admitted that they each had been fucked by the men they were assigned to. Not one of the boys seemed upset and each proclaimed that they were in love with their guys. After lunch, classes resumed and these classes were a bit more intimate. The boys were taught how to please their husbands. They were shown how to clean themselves out and to cherish the seed that their husbands gave them. It was drilled into their minds that they should never deny their men pleasure and should initiate it as well. They were giving instructions on how to orally please them and overcome their gag reflexes. Wyatt was sent home in time to prepare a fried chicken dinner for Brian before he got home. He careful followed his training and also cleaned himself out by the time Brian came home from work. Brian walked in and Wyatt could see a huge smile on the big man's face. Brian picked up Wyatt and kissed him deeply. Brian reeked of sweat, musk, and cigarettes and Wyatt loved all of it. Wyatt kneeled down in front of Brian and opened up his jeans. Brian smiled broadly and lit a cigarette so he could really enjoy his before dinner release. While Brian was enjoying his smoke, Wyatt fished out Brian's hardening cock and he was already leaking precum. Wyatt started licking around the foreskin and could taste a little piss. The musk and sweat affected Wyatt just like poppers and drove the boy wild. Wyatt cleaned Brian's cock good and then began working it into his throat like he learned at school today. It took some effort but he was able to finally get all of it into his throat and breathe through his nose. Brian was already smoking his second cigarette with one hand and had his hand on the back of Wyatt's head with the other. Wyatt was trying to do a good job and his jaws were getting sore. Brian's cock got a bit harder and Brian pulled Wyatt's head forward as he shot his nut straight down Wyatt's throat. His whole body trembled as he orgasmed. Wyatt let Brian's cock slip from his mouth and stood up. Brian kissed him again and said " looks like someone is glad to see me"

Its not like its deep in the TL its half of a block in from Market Street

I do, I was a naughty boy who molested my big bro and dad into popping my cheery and breeding me.

PART II Adam walked into the house behind Matt and entered a slightly messy living room with two guys sitting on chairs playing a video game. They both looked up and laughed. “Fuck Matty, another fag? Is there ever a day when you’re NOT picking up some hot piece of ass on the beach?” All three of them laughed and Adam blushed. The guy thought he was hot. “I can’t help it, Ben, they just can’t resist my good looks and big fat cock. You know how fags are.” Ben laughed and the other guy chimed in “well, we’re both off work today, do we get to use this one, too? Or is his cunt reserved?” Matty looked at Adam and said “you’re gonna service my buddies. I’ll get you even more fucked up.\” Adam just stood there in the middle of the living room, completely naked. He felt like his cock SHOULD be hard, but it just wasn’t cooperating. He couldn’t stop himself from touching it, though, and also from idly playing with his nipples. “Yeah. Sure. I’d love to. I’ve never been this horny before.” Ben laughed and said “oh we’ve already gotten the little bitch high, have we? Sounds like you have a whole day of fun planned. Now I’m REALLY happy Josh and I are both off today.” Adam couldn’t believe all of this was happening to him. He was insanely attracted to all three of them. Josh and Ben were both in their early 20s like Matt, Ben was tall and lean, with a dark mop of curly hair, but didn’t have much hair on his body. Josh was shorter, like Adam, and bore a strong resemblance to Matt, sharing the blonde hair all over his body. Adam hesitated before asking “are you guys related?” Josh stood up and walked over to Matt. He put his arm around Matt’s waist and leaned up to kiss him. “We sure are. One gay brother, one bi brother. We’ve been messing around since we were kids. Matt got the height and a nice cock, I’m short as fuck, but I have a huge ass and an even bigger cock. You wanna see?” Josh stuck his hand down his shorts, played with his cock and gave Adam a wicked grin. “Um. FUCK yeah. I DO! I really want you all to fuck me.” Adam stopped himself, not believing that he had actually said the words out loud. He blushed again. All three of the other guys laughed and Ben went over to close the curtains. Didn’t need to put on a show for the whole neighborhood. Josh pulled his shorts down and walked over to Adam revealing a sexy yellow jockstrap that was heavily filled out with cock. “Come on, dude. Let’s get this fucking show on the road.” Ben paused the video game and turned the TV to some bareback porn. Josh sat back down in the chair, pulling Adam behind him. “You want my cock, fag? Come on. Let’s give it to you.” And with that, Josh pulled the pouch of his jockstrap aside and his huge cock fell out. It looked even bigger because the man it was attached to was only 5’6” tall. Adam’s eyes, pupils already dilated from the T, got even bigger and he immediately fell to his knees. “Can I suck your dick? Please?” Josh laughed and looked up at Matt. “Bro, where did you find this one? He’s cute as fuck and hungry!” Matt laughed, pulling his pipe and some other items out of the zippered pouch he brought in from the van. “I know right? They’re always staring at me when I change out of my wet suit at the beach. Sometimes you just gotta fuck em?” We can play video games anytime. How often can we gang bang a hot little piece of ass?” Josh looked down at Adam and slapped the boy lightly across the face. “What the fuck are you waiting for, fag? Suck my fucking cock.” Adam grinned and immediately impaled his mouth of Josh’s huge uncut cock. Adam was glad he’d had practice from Matt’s cock so his mouth was opened up, the drugs were also helping, but Adam just wanted cock. His entire brain was focused on it. Ben stood up, shucking his clothes and walked over to where Adam was sucking his boyfriend’s cock, slowing stroking his dick. Adam sucked Josh’s cock for a couple minutes completely lost in pleasuring the cock that was giving him so much deep pleasure. Eventually Ben grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him off Josh’s cock with a little moan from Adam and shoved his own 9” fat, cut cock all the way down Adam’s throat. He let the fag get used to his cock, and then started fucking his face hard with little mercy. Josh was making out with Ben, playing with his tits while Matt was busy prepping points for all four of them. He planned on using Adam for a couple of days. “Lighten up, Ben, we’ve got all day and I plan on getting us all FUCKED UP.” Ben laughed and pulled Adam off his cock, telling him “don’t worry fag, you’ll get more of that later. But first, let’s blast off.” He grabbed two of the points from Matt and pulled Adam over to the sofa. He quickly tied Adam’s arm off and told him to hold still. “You don’t want to move or you’ll hurt yourself.” He found a vein quickly and dispatched the liquid into Adam’s arm, pulled off the tourniquet quickly and watching Adam’s head explode. Adam began to cough and started grabbing at his tits and cock (which had shriveled and grown smaller) while he watched the other guys slam their T. Ben quickly did himself, while Matt did himself and then Josh. All three of them started to cough and Ben quickly grabbed Adam’s head, pulling him in to a deep kiss. “Get the fuck down the hall on our bed, faggot. Last door on the right.” He slapped Adam’s cheek hard and then his ass, sending the boy scurrying down the hallway, with all three boys following closely. When they got to the end of the hall, Adam was on the bed, with his ass high in the air, plug still in place. “Please, somebody fuck me! I need cock in my hole!” Matt shoved Josh onto the bed and fell on top of him, making out as they’d been doing for 10 years. Ben grabbed the buttplug out of Adam’s ass and quickly pulled it out, eliciting a moan from the fag. His hole was nicely open, gaping slightly. Ben stuck two of his fingers inside, again making him moan loudly and start begging for Ben’s cock. “You are one hungry little bitch, aren’t you?” All four of them laughed and Adam said “you have no idea. I’ve never been this hungry before. I wonder how many loads I can take? Should we find out?” The guys all laughed again and Ben slid his dick all the way into Adam’s hole with one shove, making the fag moan deeply for a long time. Matt rolled his brother onto his back and Josh grabbed his knees and rolled onto his back, pulling his ass cheeks apart. “Come on, big brother. Give me that fat fucking cock. You know how much I love it.” Matt laughed again, spit in his palm and quickly slid his dick into his brother’s hole. Once he bottomed out, he could tell that it was already loaded up. Matt smirked at Josh and said “Damn, you fucking filthy whore. Who’s load is that, baby brother?” Josh smiled while his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned as his brother hit his prostate. “There’s three. One of them is Ben’s and the others are two randos we met on Grindr earlier. I was horny and feeling slutty,” he said. Matt smiled and said “so it was a day that ended in Y. You’re always a horny little slut.” Josh laughed and moaned loudly again as Matt’s fat cock pummeled his hole. He loved his boyfriend, but secretly he loved his brother’s cock even more. Josh leaned over and started making out with Adam, both short furry pigs getting their cunts nailed, while Matt and Ben started kissing each other while pounding the two fag bottoms. It was going to be a long afternoon.

I was hard at the first description of Sleeper and nutted when Zeus's secret became obvious. I kept reading, thinking I'd fall asleep after another line or two. Then we met Kevin. In those vulnerable moments after orgasm, I could barely hold it together. Thanks, @Assmunch, for bringing so many brothers around the world such happiness.

I tried to get the picture of Sam getting fucked by that big poz cock out of my mind, but I could not. He had cum in Sam twice and I thought maybe I should say something to Sam but the way my cock was feeling was making me crazy horny. Soon Brian arrived and I usually love watching Brian fuck a hot hole, but I was distracted thinking about that big Poz Cock. Brian bred him and left, and I got online seeing if my new friend was online and he was not. I searched for a few poz guys and could not bring myself to invite them over. I had looked at one of the guys twice and soon I had a message. I looked and it was a name I recognized. BreedNegHole, fuck this guy sounds like the other guy but he just puts it out there. He was 5’11 auburn hair and brown eyes and a nice 8” dick. His email came over and our exchange is below: Breed: Boy you need your neg ass breed? Me: No, sorry I just stumbled on your file, hot body btw. Breed: There is no shame in needed a big poz dick in your hole. Me: No seriously it was not for me, I am whoring out this hot neg bottom. Breed: Bro, that is my specialty. Neg bottoms! Me: Well, I was only lining up neg tops on PreP since he is on PreP. Breed: You are fucking with me, right? You know I am rock hard and leaking now. Let me come over and you can guide my big dick inside the boy while we kiss. I could not do this really, but fuck I think I must. My dick was rock hard, I do not think I have ever been this turned on and although I thought about cancelling him three times after I gave him my address twenty minutes later, he arrives. He was good looking, and he stripped and told me to feel his abs and I did. He then guided my hand to his stiff prick; he was hard. He then ordered me to take off his underwear and as I did, he said that is one hot bottom you are whoring out. How many loads does he have in him? I looked up and said five. Nice, you are a good pimp, and you are a great pimp for lining me up for you cum dump. He will love my nut; you should taste it yourself while you are down there. I quickly stood up; I did not want to suck his poz dick. He then grabbed my hand and guided it to his dick and said, you can at least jack it for me. I jacked his dick as ne leaned in and kissed me. We made out for five minutes and then he broke the kiss and told me it was time to breed the boy. I walked with him over and he felt Sam’s ass and rubbed his finger on Sam’s cummy hole. There was some cum leaking out and he rubbed it with his finger, and he brought it to my mouth, and he fed it to me. He had me transfixed and then he leaned in and kissed me again. Then he guided my hand to his dick and told me to guide his dick in Sam. I held his dick and lined it up and once his head was on Sam’s ass lips, I lifted my hand and he said you are not done until I am inside your boy. I put my hand back on his dick and held the base while he pushed into Sam and Sam moaned. Once he was all the way inside, he leaned in and kissed me and fucked Same in slow long fucks as he felt my dick and balls. I was so hard and leaking, the young dude picked up his pace and his breathing became heavy, and he turned to me and said, I am going to breed your boy. You want that don’t you? I just nodded and he said, you must speak boy. I cleared my throat and said Yes, Breed him. Within a minute he shot his load inside Sam and when he caught his breath, he pulled out his dick and used his finger to get some cum that was leaking out and he fed it to me again and then kissed me. He moved over and fed Sam his dick so he could clean him off and then he got up and dressed and left but text me as soon as he was outside. I want any neg ass you find boy and I will even breed you if you go off PreP. I touched my cock and felt the cum boiling and before I had a chance to stop it, I came. Fuck, I can not believe I just came. I cleaned up and got back to looking for tops and I found two other neg tops on PreP to fuck Sam before the older guy, that first poz guy hit me and said, five minutes away. Does your boy need more of my special cum? I quickly hit him up and said YES. His response was on my way. There I was it had not been too long since I shot my load, and my balls were tingling. I searched for more tops and ran across this tall lean guy who was very hot. I could see his big dick outlined in the underwear and his file read. Hung top, looking for bottoms on PreP since I recently converted, and I am not on meds. My dick got even harder, I was not sure that was possible, and I sent him a message thinking he would not hit me back. My message read, whoring a neg bottom that is not on PreP, want to come over and breed him? I was certain from his message that he was being careful only to breed neg guys on PreP and his message came back. Stealthed my first neg hole last week, it was so fucking hot. Before I could send him, a response there was a knock and the older Poz man walked in and straight to Sam’s ass as he winked at me. He pulled out his big dick with the PA and slapped it on Sam’s cummy slit and then spit on his dick twice and he slowly worked his dick into Sam and fucked him for twenty minutes and shot his load. He pulled out and cleaned up and then asked me if I ever lend out bottoms. I asked him what he meant, he proceeded to share that he had three other guys who needs ass Just like Sam’s. Would you let me take him home and use him tonight? I want to party him up and give him the time of his life. I stammered and he quickly took that as a yes and he got dressed and grabbed a blanket and wrapped Sam in it and carried him to his van and placed Sam in it. I handed him his clothes and he tossed them in the Van and then he leaned down and gave me a kiss and thanked me for the toy for tonight. The man stopped and looked back me and said, you know! Then a long pause, your bottom friend will never be the same again and then he just smiled as he hopped in and drove off. I went to answer the hot newly poz guy and he was offline. I just wrote, lost you. Want to talk more about watching you breed some hot neg boy hole.

I've had about the same experience but at a younger age when I was going to school. Well ... I was at the time very heavy into masturbating and fantasizing about anything that had to do with sex with Girls and Boys. I was riding a bicycle at the time and lived in Arnhem (Holland) where I was going to school close to the city centre. After school I sometimes went into the centre and in this case too. I went to V&D a big store to buy something for school. On the other side of the street there was a building with a cantina for coffee and snacks. There were bus stops at the front and a public toilet at the back. I put my bike there and locked it up. So far I was still completely ignorant and did not yet realize what for horny stuff would happen to me there that day. I walked into the store and did my shopping. When I got back to my bike I saw that there was a public toilet there and I need to go so I went inside. Immediately upon entering, a heavy piss smell hit my nose. When entering there was a wall to the left where you had to go around it to find 3 urinals and to the right of it were 3 toilet blocks ... with a 25 cent coin machines on the doors. While I was standing there with my cock out to take a piss, a very slim older guy, well over his 60 with red hair, entered and came standing next to me at the urinal. He took out his cock and to piss. But after seconds I noticed that he wasn’t pissing so I looked to the right. There I saw with great shock that he was slowly playing with his already half-hard cock without shame while he was looking at me and my cock. I was shocked, didn't know what to do. I still didn't realize he was gay and used these toilets as a hunting ground. I saw that his cock was getting hard and his nob looked wet and shiny. He looked straight at me with a horny smile on his lips. I became uncomfortable because my cock started to get hard too. I stuffed my cock back and with shaking legs I quickly went outside did not drive off but stood by my bike while I kept an eye on the toilet entrance from a distance. I then noticed that men regularly went in and out, but also a few stayed in much longer than you need time to do your thing. It turned out… there was a parking lot on the opposite of the entrance to the toilets. What I didn't know was there were gays cruising there, sitting in their car waiting to see who went in. When it calmed down after a while, I went back inside out of curiosity and the horny forbidden feeling I had. I went to the toilet blocks where I saw that something had really happened here. I watched, mesmerized, that a few heavy fresh loads of cum where lying on the floor and on/in the urinals. I also saw now that there were plenty of traces of yellow thick dried cum. I got so horny about this place that I pulled my rock hard cock out. What I did then was certainly dirty ... but for me so horny ... with my fingers I smeared as much of those thick blobs of smelly cum mixed with piss from the pissoirs on my cock and glans. I pushed as much cum as possible under my foreskin and smeared it into my pubic hair. I wanted to jerk off with all that horny smelly cum lube over my glans. I was only afraid of being caught, so I quickly went into a still free fixed toilet. I had to put a 25 cents in closed the door and was safe. Right there I dropped my pants and started to jerk off with all that cum on and over my boys cock. Such a horny, smooth and smelly lubrication that while wanking quickly started to turn to white cream. I was really shaking on my legs because of the heavy sensations I was feeling. I think I was within 2 minutes to shoot my load. This was such a horny thing to do .... with the smells just a horny filthy sex thing. My cock was really hard and I just wanted to cum. While working on my cock I saw a movement from the corner of my left eye. When I looked closely I saw that there was a hole in the thin partition wall to the other toilet and that someone was looking at me and running his fingers through the hole. I was scared lifeless, wanted to stop and leave ..... but the guy put his tongue through the hole and made licking gestures. I don't know where I got the courage but I think my horniness won over my fear. I then carefully moved my cock towards the hole and slowly stuck it through. The hole was the right size for my cock and balls. My cock slid straight into a warm and really perfect sucking / licking warm wet mouth. My cock was wrapped up so nice and warm and milked… my legs were shaking. This felt so good!! The warm mouth did not mind that my cock was sticky as hell and fully smeared with cum. After only a few minutes my cock was bursting to unload my cum. The mouth on the other side apparently figured this out and abruptly stopped letting the pressure of my cock for seconds and then started sucking me again. He did this up to 3 times and stopped just in time. I went crazy with the horny pleasure he give my cock and I wanted to give him my load. When stopped again, I got frustrated and pulled my cock back. I then heard the person say to me in a whisper “put your cock back through the hole and promise not to pull back even when you feel your cum comes squirting out. Just enjoy the pleasure and joy that I'm going to do to your horny cock. I quickly put my cock back through the hole again… straight into his warm and horny mouth but only for a short time. Then there was nothing, some soft noise, he then grabbed my cock again, I briefly felt some pressure on my cock and then again I felt the warmth. A super warmth all over my cock that started to suck / massage / milk me very nice and enjoyable. I didn't have to do anything just to keep my cock fully pressed through the hole. A few times my cock got free.. then the feeling came back again completely surrounded by the warm and moist pleasure. I quickly moved towards my orgasm thinking about what he had said. Don't pull back and let my cum spunk out. So I did…. I came, my legs where trembling as it fell so good! My cock kept on pumping loads of cum! A horny and heavy smell/odor of musk, piss and smegma cock came up into my nose. When I looked at my cock and was shocked to see that it was full of white foam / slime. And when I pulled my cock back I saw why my orgasm was so intense and horny. My cock had been bare in his ass. Yes he had pushed his sloppy and smelly ass over my cock. That was something I had never experienced before. That's why I didn't noticed right away that I had fucked/slipped up his ass. This was the first time my virgin cock had really fucked ass. The voice asked me if I had enjoyed it and I shyly answered with yes. I then stuffed my slippery and smelly cock away without cleaning and left the toilet. As I unlocked my bike the guy whom I just fucked bareback came out. It was the older 60 + slim guy who had been looking at my cock by the urinals before. I knew then that he must have had already a few cumloads in his ass from other cocks before my cock slid in his ass. I can tell you that from that day on I was there almost every day after school going from 30 min up to 90 min and almost always was lucky to find heaps of cum for my cock as lube / wank and unload my cum ... and very often I had the luck in one of the toilets with gloryhole to breed an horny sloppy ass or horny mouth. I really shot loads of cum inthere. That's was my fetish for gloryhole sex and fucking bareback originated. I'm sure.

LOVE bookstores and videobooth sex!1975-skinny blonde 20 years old twink in tee shirt and elastic waisteband shorts with an ass men couldn't resist.Taken by a friend from work to a local bookstore that had filmbooths in rear of store.We smoked weed before enterring store.Good and buzzed by the time he stationed me in the rear booth that played only gay sex....told me to just relax and leave door open a bit and he left.Lots of eyes looking into booth as I watched the film with a rock hard erection tenting the tight shorts...soon door slid open and a hulking man entered closing and locking door behind him.Pressing me against the screen with my ass against his crotch he held poppers under my nose and commanded me to breathe deep...then again.Heart pounding and asshole twitching as he pushed down my shorts and his cockhead found my crack...then my pucker,then pushed inside.Instantly my body responded pushing back against him as he pressed all the way in...more poppers hand over my moth pulling me back and forth as a furious fucking soon had him grunting as his seed erupted into me.Pulled his swollen dick out and closed his pants and left.His semen ran out and down my legs.Another man is watching the scene thru the open door and enters closing it behind him.Soon his load joins the first mans,as he ejaculates deep and completely as nature intended,and I feel myself cumming from the hammering on my prostate as he does.after he leaves I pull my shorts up and leave the booth to find my friend with the two men who had just fucked me."Where you going bitch?" he asked...pulled me back into the booth and the two men with him crowded into that small space with us.More poppers,shorts around my ankles again strangers cock in my mouth as my friend entered me and fucked and erupted in me.Three men's cum swirled in me now.It was 1975 there was no hiv yet and this was my introduction to poppers....and getting whored out by a friend.any wonder why I still love poppers?:)

The guy last night wasn’t the first chubby guy who’s B.B. cherry was taken by me. A few years ago, I met up with a chubby ginger bear who had mainly only topped. He would bottom on occasion but it was either wrapped, or he’d have the guy pull out. He wanted to see what it was like to be bred. I was game to flip fuck and give him his first load. It was a hot session with us flipping back and forth. After about 15 minutes, I decided to give him what he wanted and blew a huge load up his ass. It was such a turn on for him that he fucked me hard and blew his load up my ass. He became addicted to getting bred and became more versatile after our hookup. He became poz 6 months later.

The End of Pretense - As told by Ben “Ben, I want you to fuck Jim without a condom, and shoot your load in his gut.” I was stunned by what Brandon just said. I noticed that Jim was just grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Had Brandon and Jim planned something that I did not know about? Of course I had been fucking bareback and giving and receiving loads from a whole lot of guys in the last few months but I was still shocked at Brandon’s change of attitude. I had to say something. “Brandon, what about the agreement? Safe only with strangers.” He burst out laughing as he took the condom out of my hand. “Oh, that. Seems like it went out of the window a while ago. And this condom is programmed to break anyway. Or didn’t Jim tell you?” He paused waiting for me to say something. I remained silent so he continued. “You probably started fucking bare that first day you met up with Sam again or soon after that. And then when I got to enjoy sloppy seconds after you had spent a Saturday running errands I put two and two together. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I took that as a hint and both of us have been fucking raw behind each other’s back for some time now.” Brandon turned Jim around and guided my dick to his hole and continued. “New Agreement. Only fuck bareback and take all loads.” I felt sick. I hadn’t expected that my bareback cheating would be revealed in this way. In some crazy way I thought I could fuck around raw and Brandon would never find out. “Then there is that TeamBB speedo you started wearing a few months ago. At my last conference my gay Buddy Zach told me what it meant.” Fuck, now I knew that Brandon knew how much I had been fucking around. I had totally lost my hard on by this stage. I love Brandon and I did not want it all to end this way. “Sam, Matt and Josh started the Team Bare Back club and to join is by invitation only. Once they have each fucked you twice and left their loads in your ass, they gave you a team swimsuit. And the club has rules, sort of like our arrangement was supposed to be a set of rules. No condoms ever. Never ask anyone their status. Never tell anyone your status except by means of a symbol, such as a tattoo. Never refuse to fuck anyone. Never refuse anyone who wants to fuck you. Never waste your seed by cumming outside an ass.” He looked at me long and hard, searching for some sign of guilt. I am sure all he saw was my blood drained expression. “Too late for regrets. You cannot undo what has happened. Like you cannot un-catch the ‘flu.” I saw Jim grinning at him as he said that. “The old agreement no longer stands. The new agreement is TeamBB rules. Now FUCK JIM IN THE ASS loverboy.” As I pressed my cock head against Jim’s willing anus I noticed that Brandon was looking directly at Jim as he continued. “And added to the TeamBB rules is a new one just for us: We go out and find guys who are cheating on their partner and both fuck him raw and deposit our loads.” “Fuck yeah!” was all Jim said as I slid all the way in. Brandon went down on his knees and started sucking the cum and ass juices off Jims cock as I slowly fucked him. For a few moments no one said a thing and the only sounds were the slapping of my crotch against Jim’s ass and the slurping sounds of Brandon’s sucking. Then Jim spoke: “Fuck yeah. Load up the cheating boyfriend. That’s hot.” I wondered for a moment if he was responding to Brandon’s statement or was cheating on someone himself. Whatever he meant, the idea of deliberately barebacking a cheater was too hot to resist, and I started spewing a huge load into Jim’s bowels. Jim grunted with pleasure as he felt my cum filling him up. “Damn, I can never get enough cum up my chute. I wish we had time for Brandon to fuck me as well. Maybe next time.” I certainly hoped there would be a next time as I slowly withdrew my still hard cock from his sloppy rectum, trying to prevent the cum from leaking out. Brandon went to the bedroom to get a towel while Jim and I started gathering our clothes. After a quick wipe down we started getting dressed. I wondered why Jim needed to be home by five. Maybe he was cheating on a boyfriend? He had not said anything about one. - As told by Brandon We had all just finished getting dressed when Jim looked at his phone and noticed that there was a text message. As he opened the message I could not help noticing what it said. “Missed my flight. Be home after midnight.” I heard Jim mutter “Kewl” and then much louder. “Guys, I don’t have to be home by five after all. You guys up for another round? I still need to breed Brandon’s ass and he needs to breed mine.” This was going to be a great opportunity for Jim and I to swop our toxic strains, and Ben had already received a load from each of us. I thought it might be a good idea to wait a while before fucking again to give us a chance to recover. A beer or two and a very hot movie would give our balls a chance to recharge. I looked around for one of my favorites called “Bareback Cheating Boyfriends: Risk Takers,” a title appropriate for the occasion. I could not find it I wondered if Ben had lent it to someone. No problem. I had a newer one that was even hotter. “Guys, why don’t you get comfortable on the couch while I grab some beers and a new bareback porn movie that I just got. It’s supposed to be very hot and quite controversial so I am curious to see it.” Of course I had already seen it, and knew EXACTLY why it was controversial. I gave them their beers, inserted the DVD, pushed play and went to sit between the two of them on the couch. The movie was called “Unforeseen Outcum”, and for a porn movie actually had a sort of a plot. Two (or more) hot guys would cruise each other, and then go somewhere to fuck. One guy would say he was neg and want to use a condom, and the other guy would refuse. They would fuck anyway. The top in all cases was very vocal, telling the bottom to enjoy his bare cock and cum then revealing his status by either pulling up his shirt to reveal a massive biohazard tattoo or announce that he was filling his ass with a poz load. They movie had six scenes, but by halfway through the second scene we were already boned up to the point that we needed release. I was sitting between Jim and Ben on the couch and I slipped my hand behind Jim’s back and into his ass crack. He lifted up his ass giving me access to his hole. My finger slipped in easily. Jim reciprocated by sliding his hand behind me. “Mmmmmm. Cummy hole.” I said to him. “Does your sloppy hole need another load?” “Fuck yeah! And your hole needs a load! No cum in there.” As he inserted his finger into my hole. “Let’s swap DNA. Tell you what: You fuck me and breed me while Ben fucks you and loads you up. Then I fuck sloppy seconds and breed you while you fuck Ben.” We all stood up and Jim grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock and his hole and backed onto it. My dick slid in easily. Jim was obviously no stranger to taking dick. Ben lubed himself up and slid into me with equal ease. Not really surprising as after all the large cocks I had taken recently Ben’s 6 inches was no challenge. Getting the rhythm right in a fuck-sandwich is a challenge though and after a few failed attempts of dicks plopping out of assholes we settled on me doing the work while the other two stood still. Fucking and getting fucked at the same time is an incredible sensation and I wasted no time in cumming - until I had loaded Jim’s sloppy ass he was not going to fuck me! I took my last few deep thrusts and shot my load deep in Jim’s bowels and then stopped moving. Ben took over and started fucking me like a jack hammer until he seeded me a few seconds later. Now it was Jim’s turn. Ben doesn’t like getting fucked immediately after cumming so he opted out. “Guys, I want to watch you two guys fuck. I want to see you fuck my husband and breed him!” That was fine by me. I lay back on the couch as Jim lubed himself up. With his size I was going to need it! We fucked missionary style with a lot of deep kissing. As he came Jim whispered in my ear. “Thanks for sharing your strain, now you’re getting mine.” “Fair trade”, I responded. As Jim pulled out of me I remained on my back on the couch and spoke directly to him. “Let’s take a breather. I am not done fucking yet and I need to build up another load.” I then turned to Ben. “Honey, why don’t you go to the kitchen and grab us each another beer?” As soon as he was out of earshot I whispered to Jim. “I think we each need to give him another toxic load.” Ben gave us the beers and we sat down to watch the last scene in the movie. It was probably the hottest scene of all. A cute twink is cruising the guys in a bathhouse. He goes into a room and one of the tops with a biohazard tattoo follows him in. Twink grabs a condom and lube and begs the top to fuck him. He gives them to the top and then goes down on his hands and knees. Top lubes up his cock and throws away the condom. As he slides in he tells the bottom that he is going to take it raw and take the tops load. The bottom starts off protesting but as he feels the fat raw cock sliding in his hole he starts enjoying the ride and is soon begging for the top’s cum. By the end of the scene everyone in the movie has loaded him and there is no pulling out so you see cum dribbling out of his abused hole at the end. By the end of the movie we were all as hard as hell and ready for the third round. Jim looked at me with and evil grin. “Why don’t we both fuck Ben? At the same time!” I’d been double-fucked at the Zach’s sex party and loved it. I didn’t know if Ben had ever had two cocks up his ass at the same time. It was going to be tight with my eight inches and Jim’s eleven in his hole at the same time. Ben answered my question. “Fuck Yeah! DP? I’ve had a lot of dicks in my hole but never two at the same time. And RAW!” Jim directed the action. He grabbed some lube and slathered it on his dick. “Brandon, you’re going to need to lube up as well. It’s going to be tight.” He then lay back on the couch with his legs apart. “Ben, sit on my dick facing me.” Ben needed no encouragement and hopped up onto the couch. Sitting down slowly on Jim’s eleven inches he engulfed it all in his greedy hole. Ben started riding Jim and I had a great view of the fat cock sliding in and out of Ben’s anus, soon noticing that it was not only coated in lube, but that some of the cum that was in his gut was leaking out past the plunging dick. It was now my turn to enter. I stood behind Ben, between Jim’s legs and slowly pressed my cock to that space where Jim’s dick was entering Ben’s stretched asshole. It was hard going at first but Ben leaned forward giving me better access so that I was slowly able for force my way in. Ben uttered a yelp of pain and then went silent. All you could hear was our heavy breathing. I pushed all the way in until my balls were against Jim’s. I started slowly fuckin Ben and the sensation of my bare dick in a tight ass sliding against another raw dick was incredible. We took turns, with me thrusting, then Jim, then Ben riding us both. Jim started the dirty talk. “Fucking bottom boy dick slut, getting fucked bareback by your husband and me at the same time. We’re going to fill your slutty ass with our loads. That’s what you want, right.” I thought “yeah, loads, toxic loads.” “Fuck yeah, give me your loads. I need your cum in me.” We were all getting close so I took over the action and started fucking Ben hard. Almost in the sense of a revenge fuck. I knew it must have hurt. “Yeah Ben. You’ve been fucking bareback behind my back. Taking anybody’s loads who would give then to you. Right?” Before he could answer Jim took over. “Yeah. Anonymous loads too I suppose? We’re going to give you what you’re looking for.” I thought Jim was going to say poz or toxic, but he just grinned at me. We both knew that our loads very toxic, and that Ben’s were probably too, but that he did not know it. I wanted to keep it that way for now. Jim came first and as I felt his cum gushing into Ben I came as well. Ben was totally turned on and was jerking his cock and came immediately thereafter, splattering his load against Jim’s face. (Against the rules! Should have been in an ass.) After we had all come down from the high of that extreme orgasm, we disentangled ourselves, and as Jim still had time, shared a hot shower. We could probably have fucked some more in the shower but having cum three times in a little over an hour and a half I don’t think any of us was ready. We all got dressed and Jim promised to come back for repeat session if we were interested. We told him that of course we were. As Jim walked out the door I remembered where I had seen his boyfriend before. Kevin! He had cruised me in the steam room at the gym shortly after Ben and I had got married. I was still so enamored with bareback sex with Ben that I was not yet looking for sex on the side. Kevin was very persistent and when I declined his advances told me where to find him online. “I’m BBK88 on barebuddies. I don’t show my face dick on the profile pics because I travel a lot for work and my boyfriend doesn’t know I am screwing around. I also changed my location to be one town away. If you are interested look me up.” We had barely gone our separate ways back then when I looked him up on my phone: 28, 5’11” 160lb 30w. Slim, Blond, blue eyes. Hairy. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Hairy slim guy with an appetite for cocks, cum and asses. Let me fuck you or you fuck me or we flip flop. It’s all good. Condoms if we have to but I prefer bareback. All loads should go in asses. I have a boyfriend who doesn’t know so we have to be discreet. 6”, Uncut, Vers/bottom, anything goes, don’t know. Prefer meeting at: your place, public place. That profile from months back sort of said it all, didn’t it? Who got pozzed first, Jim or Kevin? I checked Kevin’s profile again. Nothing had changed. “Don’t know.” Most probably Poz since Jim had told me they regularly had sex. I did not want Ben to know either, until the time was right. With him not knowing, we could hook up with cheating partners for raw sex and share our toxic loads. If Ben knew, he might not want to do that. He probably would still do it since he did not seem to care either way about his own risks of being infected, but I did not want to risk spoiling my fun.