Leaderboard

Last night was for me as well - finally !!! Started out with a couple of beers over at a bar close by, a little fiddling, a little diddling, but ditched after a little while. Only rutted in one Hole around the corner between some parked cars, but was impatient to get to my favorite fuckjoint (which re-opened last night after closing for 2 weeks on orders from the Health Dept. for mpx reasons). It was almost like meeting a dear friend again after many years. There was a line to get in, and I think every damn guy in line had a hardon in his pants - I know I did. Did my routine of walking through the place, sniffing the wind, and headed to the darkroom. Got groped before my eyes adjusted (as much as they can - it's pitch black in there), and there were guys rutting in every square inch of the darkroom. It was just wonderful. Magical. Every guy I could reach out and touch was either fucking Hole or taking Cock. I started fucking the nearest Hole, and while I was in it, a rather slim guy wormed his way through the melee, and apparently started taking a Cock next to me - I could feel his breath on my cheek, but couldn't see him at all. Put my arm around his waist to feel his ass full of another Cock, and realized his Hole was right there - not buried way back behind a pair of asscheeks. a very modest Cock, nice furry ass, just the way I like it best, and his lips brushed against mine. I'm not that much of a kisser, but this guy was burning with Lust too, and so I did. Whispered how hot his ass felt full of that Cock fucking him, he whispered how much he loved taking loads, all of that. The guy fucking him was starting to breath harder, so I whispered Breedshit into that guy's ear, and shortly he pumped his load into the guy my Cock was pointing at. Started telling the guy how much I wanted to fuck him, how hot his Hole felt, filled with that fresh Sperm, and told him I was going to eat his Hole out before I pumped mine up there too. He just groaned, kissed, clearly he loved pigsex as much as I do. But, before I could even maneuver around back to get in his Hole, another Cock was already half way into his Hole. Couldn't see anything, but I just told him how beautiful he was with raw Cocks rutting in his Hole, and I'd gladly wait my turn. So he took the load off that other Cock while I just rutted in the same Hole I had been in, but each of us had one arm around the other's shoulder, he just loved kissing, whispering filthy truths in each others ears. Finally the other Cock Bred his Hole, and this time I made sure to get behind him before another Cock started in on his Hole, knelt down and kissed, licked on his Hole briefly, then shoved my tongue up there, and got a wonderful taste of his ass, his musk, and the Sperm other Cocks had fucked up there too. It was getting really jammed in the darkroom at this point, and after 28 days of nothing but my damn fist, his Hole was like the finest velvet - the Sperm in his Hole was like ambrosia mixed with poppers - his loads soaked my pubes when I shoved it in, and I love that. By the time I finally got my Cock up his sweet Hole, other guys were wanting to Breed him too, and a couple started talking Breedshit in my ear - feeding their Cocks to his mouth - and I think I must have shot my toenails up his gut along with my Seed. I could barely stand - it was nothing less than a perfectly beautiful mating with a guy I wouldn't even recognize if I saw him on the street. I left the darkroom after some more filthy sweet-talk, and went out to the bar for some air for a while. I must have stunk like the pig I am - wringing wet with sexsweat - the bartender looked and me, grinned, and just shook his head back and forth. And all I did was sit there, sip my beer, and smile. I hope he's there again tonight !!!

I had the day off and wasted no time having fun. I slept in, but once I got up, I went straight to the shower. I made sure my hole was clean and ready for some serious fucking, as I was on a mission of finding some big cock to fill me up. I used a pretty big dildo to fuck my hole to lube the inside up and make sure nothing was going to mess this day up. I got out and dried off and put on a pair of shorts, no underwear, and a lose t-shirt. I drove to one of our better adult theaters, and since it was Tuesday, they showed only gay movies in the theater area. That meant all the hungry top pigs would be out and playing and I should be able to get a few cocks and loads in my hole. I pulled into the parking lot and saw a few cars in the lot, but that doesn’t mean much, as I have learned in the past. I paid my 7 bucks to enter the theater and noticed the movie playing was from Treasure Island. Hot, that should get guys in the mood. As I walked down the long hallway, I took out my poppers and took a long hit, to get the blood flowing and my cock hard. I walked back to the very back of the theater and went behind the half wall they had, knowing that’s were all the action happened. As I let my eyes adjust the darkness, I could tell there were 5 other guys there. I noticed no one was doing much; no one had their cock out. So I decided to take things into my own hands and pulled my shorts off, and placed them on the ledge of the wall. This got the guys going, as they started to take their cocks out. I just stood there with my ass pointed to them, not even looking back to see how was coming up behind me. I felt hands on my ass, grabbing it, pulling it apart to make my hole visible to all. I looked back and saw two 40 something guys with their cocks out, with both their hands on my ass. I just moaned and pushed my ass back so they knew what I liked. All off a sudden I felt a tongue on my hole and I thought I was going to blow a load right there, as his tongue dug deeper into my cunt, making it wetter and wetter. The older of the two pulled me to his 8” and thick cock and shoved it right into my mouth and fucked me hard. I kept gagging as he forced it down my throat. I pulled off and took a huge hit of poppers and went back to sucking his cock. I could feel the guy behind me forces a few fingers in my ass, as he encouraged me to suck his friend’s dirty cock. I just moaned and enjoyed the mouth fucking I was getting, hoping to get the same fucking my ass. And I didn’t have to wait long, as I could feel the guy fingering my ass pull out and start to rub his cock on my hole. I reached back and felt no rubber, and just pushed back on his cock. “Fuck, this lil fucker wants it raw, well raw is how he gets it”. Yes, a pig top, just like I want. And before I could moan, he just slammed his cock right in my hole and I just let out a big yelp. Fuck he was thicker than his friend. He just kept pounding my hole, hitting my prostate, milking the cum out of me. I could feel it dripping from my cock onto my legs. As he fucked me hard, it made his friends cock go farther down my throat. I didn’t think he could last too long fucking me this hard and fast, but I was wrong. He kept fucking me for over 10 mins, his skin hitting me, making a loud slapping sound. I pulled off his friends cock and noticed two other guys jacking off to the scene and they stepped up and shot their loads all over my face. The guy I was sucking just started to moan louder and louder and then shot his load in my mouth. As I pulled off his cock, he told me thanks for taking his dirty seed. His friend just kept fucking me hard and finally started to tell me how he was going to feed me his seed and fill me up. I took a hit of poppers and told him to fill me full of his hot seed. He picked up his speed, something I didn’t think was possible and started to tell me how he was ready to cum and then he started to shoot his load in my ass. He let me know he was cumming, as he told me he was filling me up with his hot poz seed. I just stopped cold right there. Damn this guy was poz. And his friend was too. That’s what he meant by dirty seed and cock. And he let me and others around me that he was filling me up with poz cum, as he was almost yelling out that he was shooting his poz load into me. Fuck, what was I doing? He finally pulled out and slapped me on the ass. I was about ready to get my shorts and run out of there, but another guy walked up and put his cock in my ass. And I couldn’t leave now, with a hard cock in my ass. This guy pulled me up against him and told how hot it was to fuck me knowing I had a poz load in my ass, and he was working it into my ass. I just moaned and he held a bottle of poppers to my nose. He fucked me only for a few minutes, and just hollered with him cummed a load in me. He stepped back and told me thanks. I was worn out, and just knelt down to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe what had happen. The poz guy walked up and told me get up. I just looked up and did what he said. He slipped his cock back into my hole and told me how wet and loose I was and that he loved a sloppy hole. He started to fuck me hard again and I couldn’t believe he was hard again. He just verbally abused me the whole time telling me how I was dirty pig and I was going to get another poz load in my ass. He didn’t last long this time and blew his second poz load in my ass. I couldn’t believe this at all. As he pulled out I could feel the cum run down my leg. He made me clean his cock off and taste all the cum from my ass. He walked off, and I noticed I was there alone. I pulled my shorts on over my cummy ass and went home. As I walked out of the theater into the store, I could see a few guy look and smile at me. I wonder if one of them had fucked me.

Part 12- Finishing Touches ”Here pig pig pig”. Cole dragged himself over the spigot. As he fed on his Hog Feed, he thought back briefly to his old life. In just a few short days, he had gone from a real life to this new reality. But it had been much longer than that. He didn’t know it, but he had been at the Farm for two month. Now he was a poz pig, waiting to be shipped off to whomever had paid for him. “AIght piggy. Let’s go.” The Farm Hand smacked Cole’s ass. He hadn’t even heard the stall open. He felt the sting though. He still was unaware of what had been tattooed on his body. The Farm Hand smacked his ass again, and grabbed his collar. He led Cole into the sterile room again. They were alone that time again. “Stand still”, the Farm Hand said. Cole stood there. Suddenly his septum piercing was violently pulled out and replaced with a larger one. The nipple piercings were swapped out as well, and his guiche replaced. “Now stand still, we’ll be back”, the Farm Hand said. As the door closed, Cole finally had the opportunity to look at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t sure what was in that feed, but it had changed him. He barely had any hair now. His scalp was almost bald. His gut hung out was beyond what he expected. The septum ring he was just given was massive, weighing on his face. His tits were so big, the new piercings still just barely showed. And he couldn’t see his cock. His stomach concealed everything, but this was different. When he reached down there with his hand, there was nothing. He had to work around in the fat folds to find it. He stepped on the scale out of curiosity. 450lbs. In two months he had gone from 230lbs to 450 without realizing it. ”AIght pig. Your rides here”. Cole looked at the Farm Hand. Without thinking he just moved towards the door. —— Ill do one more chapter, then probably start a new series with the man that paid for him.

Found this on reddit. Clever and funny.

This 40 year old guy caught me on sniffles this am Could he come right over and fuck me He wanted it anonymous. gave him address and in 10 min he was here I was ass naked laying on bed. he came in took off his clothes and fingered my hole. He quickly shoved his dick in there He pounded me a little till I heard him moan and felt him cum never saw his face just left with an ass full of his cum

Ok - so last Friday I organised a hotel cumdump gangbang meet at the popular Cumdump Central hotel a few mins walk from Tottenham Court Road tube station (you know the one)! Room and this cumdump were all ready by 3pm, and I was online messaging some of the guys who were interested in dumping a load - as well as Grindr advertising this ass out for anyone to pump and dump in. 45 Minutes later, ass up on bed wearing a blindfold the door opened. First guy was there and within seconds had his cock pushing in my mouth. I could tell this guy knew what he wanted and was gonna take it. Within 30 seconds a nice fat cock had grown into a nice fat hard cock - thick and about 7" long. Tasted amazing, and he didn't want sucking off - he wanted to fuck face. And that's exactly what he did. A few minutes later he pushed me on my front - of course this arse stuck immediately in air showing him what he could have - and have it he did. Fucked hard and deep, and I could tell from the noises he was making he was enjoying it. And then...he stopped. Grabbing my hand he said "get in the bathroom" and led me in there. Pushing me to my knees in the shower, I knew what was coming. He pissed all over me - T Shirt, jock, socks all soaked - and then pushed his dick on my mouth and said "swallow" - before spurting even more hot piss, this time straight down my throat. Then he told me to bend over and fucked me some more in the shower before taking me back to the bed. Still dripping and stinking of piss he then fucked his load straight in my arse....and at this point I knew tonight was going to be one sleazy horny session. He left, and not long after a horny bear with a big thick dick turned up, and was joined shortly afterwards by another two horny bears - and a hung slim guy. These four then took it in turns tag teaming my arse and face for 6 hours!. And during those 6 hours, I dont think there was a minute my ass, face or both wasn't being stuffed and used. These guys had stamina. And of course, with Grindr ad up - and loads of other guys having my room details there were regular knocks at the door - or guys just walking in. Guys just looking for a slut to quickly fuck a load in - and that's exactly what they found. Every load taken adding to the spunk cocktail in my ass, getting more and more churned up and fucked deeper by cock after cock. Then after load number 7 - a tall, skinny black guy with a dick that was easily 10" long came through the door. He was long, thick and wanted to use every single inch of that cock. Made 100% sure that spunk was all pushed deep up my cunt before adding another huge load. Fucked some more by the bears and other guys, before I literally couldn't take any more - it was about 10.30 by this time and I remember just lying on the bed with a destroyed ass - a fucked, spunk filled wreck. Fell asleep as the last guy left, and woke up the next morning lying in a damp puddle of spunk....a LOT of spunk One of the best meets I've had - but leaves me craving more and more ;-)

Chapter 5 The Kid had no idea as to what the guy had planned, but by the end of the night his life would have new meanings. The Kid could hear the guy’s phone blowing up. The guy was busy replying to messages on it. The other guy came back with a black bag. The guy whom the Kid was sitting on pushed the kid forward and said “ Get off me you Cunt “. The Kid attempted to stand up but in the position he was in couldn’t get a good footing. The guys watched as the Kid was trying to get up but looked more like a floundering fish. He was able to finally stand up. Cum and what cum piss that wasn’t absorbed came flooding out and down his legs. One of the guys took the Kid’s shirt and said “ Here, use this to get cleaned up. You got to look presentable for our customers “. The Kid stared wiping his crotch and legs of the mess. He was wondering what the guy meant my ‘ customers ‘. The Guy that was up his ass with what seemed a few minutes ago was busy on his phone replying to all the messages he had. He commented that he was really going to make out tonight. He said for a Thursday it was going to be great. The Kid was Horney as hell and his mid-section had a very familiar yearning for something. Luckly the feeling was starting to subside, and he was able to talk around. He even noticed that he was naked but couldn’t remember taking all his clothes off. All he had on were his shoes. Until that moment the Kid hadn’t noticed that it was getting dark and that he started thinking about heading home. The guy that was on the Phone saw the Kid looking around and figure that the Chem piss was starting to wear off. He told one of the guys to get in his bag and pull out a baggie with the crystal in it. He reached over to the Kid and wiggled a finger in the Kid’s ass. The Kid instinctively started to gyrate on the Finger. The guy asked the Kid if he wanted more up his ass. The Kid thought he meant more fingers or wanted him to continue this great feeling. His mid-section was finally getting what it demanded and he said “ Yes please, I need more “. The guy holding the bag asked what size he wanted. The other guy said “ Get me the Big one, I was planning on breaking it up because of the size but I think the Kid needs it”. The guy with the baggie as holding it and said “ You sure. This looks like over half a gram “. The guy looked at the Kid and asked “ You ready to feel better “? He had been fingering the Kid’s ass and the Kid was in heat with the action and said “ Yes, I need it bad “. The Chems and the Kid’s over heated ass were taking over now. The Guy fingering the Kid told the other two to bend him over spread his cheeks and push this up the Kid’s ass. He also said that if he had a point he would give the Kid a big boost. He had plans for this Kid and wanted him ready for anything, he wanted the Kid Spun and out of control. He had done this before an the bottoms were spun enough that the drugs were controlling the bottom. With this Kid guys would be standing in line to get someone this young. He had seduced twinks before but none hat were hairless and looked this young. One of the guys bent the Kid over and spread his cheeks. The guy with the phone said “ Push it in slow. Let it cut and burn him “. The guy with the shard said “ Here it goes “ He asked the Kid “ Are you ready for this enormous shard punk “ ? The Kid said “ Yes “. The Kid remembered how great this would feel and he desperately needed it. The guy pushed it halfway in and held it there. He knew that all the Lube he had was from the Cum and piss and that would not insulate the tender walls from this piece of hell that was about to change the Kid.

I met this young guy on sniffles. He wanted to come over after work He was into older men. I gave him address never expecting him to show. about 7pm he said on his way. In about 10 min he shows up. 20 yrs old slender with a huge dick. he started to kiss me passionately. After a while he got undressed and I sucked his cock. he then started to play with my ass. He whispered he wanted to fuck me. He then said he left his condom in the car and can we go bareback. he slowly entered me till he was balls deep. He kissed me again passionately. While he was kissing me I heard him moan. He blew a huge load in my my ass as his tongue was in my mouth. said when free we will do it again

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

For years I attended what was called a "gay men's gathering" which was a weekend event held at an old summer camp out in the woods. It was a great way to meet other gay men for community, friendship, and of course sex. The camp was pretty rustic, set on a quiet lake far from the closest town. The guys who went there were working class guys, back-to-the-earth old time hippies, artists- definitely not the city gay bar crowd. I found it very relaxing and low stress. I starting going there with a boyfriend, and had made a bunch of great friends there. I stopped going regularly when my boyfriend and I broke up, but I would still manage to get there every couple of years or so. Last year I was there again after a year and a half away. I parked my car and walked over to the main lodge where the registration was. I got onto the porch, put down my bags, and reached for the door. Just as I grabbed the handle, the door opened. A man came out- a very good looking guy. He almost walked right into me. He looked familiar, but I wasn't sure. He said hello and I replied. He smiled and then I knew who he was. His name was Jeff. He used to be a regular there. He was one of the popular guys, very handsome, great body, and always seemed very easy with sex. He was the kind of guy other men wanted, and he always knew it. He was still very handsome, but with rough edges now. But to me that made him even more handsome. He didn't seem to know me, and I wasn't surprised. But he held the door open for me and followed me back in the lodge. I registered, and Jeff grabbed my arm. He said hardly anyone was there yet, and told me to come bunk in the same cabin he was in. I guess he wanted company. We walked up a hill to the cabin, and only one bed was claimed- his. I told him my name- Connor. He told me to grab the bed next to his- fine with me. He helped me spread out my sleeping bag and put things away, then he gave me a huge hug. It felt really nice, and it seemed a little sexual. The weekend was off to a great start for me. He wanted to go for a walk. It was early afternoon, so there was all kinds of time for a walk. We followed the paths around, chatting and enjoying the trees and lake views. The cabins were set up in clusters around larger main cabins. We turned a corner and walked towards one of these clusters. The central cabin here was beautiful. No one was staying in the area. Jeff said he wanted to check out this cabin, so we went inside. There was a huge fieldstone fireplace. The roof had skylights. It looked like the kind of place it would be great to live in. There was a large table that had been pushed against the wall. I went over to look out the row of windows the table was up against. All of a sudden I felt his arms around me from the back. He turned me around and started to kiss me and grope me. I got hard instantly. He pressed up against me and I could feel he was hard too. He pushed me back against the table, dropped to his knees, and opened up my shorts. He stared eagerly at my throbbing cock. He pushed my shorts completely down and pulled my feet up out of them. He grabbed my hips and stuck his tongue out until it caught the drop of precum that had formed. "Hmmmm... that tastes good," he whispered. Then he swallowed my cock all the way. His mouth felt so good! It had been a few weeks since I had had any sexual contact at all. He played me like an instrument, bringing me to the edge more than once with that hot mouth and tongue. We were both moaning and grunting like animals. All of a sudden he stopped and stood up. He pushed me back onto the table and lifted my legs up. He then licked and sucked my balls, and then traced his tongue down towards my hole. I was squirming and moaning while he ate my ass. He must have been starving for ass. I was in heaven. Then he stood up and moved his big hard cock to my open, eager hole. He looked down into my eyes as though he was silently asking for my permission. I didn't say a word, but reached down and pulled my ass cheeks apart. He almost smiled, and started to press his dick into me. My hole was sloppy from his spit, but it still went in a bit rough. He got just the head into me, and whispered, "You have any lube?" I shook my head no, but I pushed against his cock and whispered, "Fuck me!" He slowly pressed into me another inch. It hurt a bit, but I wanted this bad. I pressed back, and he pushed in a little more. It hurt, but I didn't care. Here was this beautiful man I and everyone else had lusted after for years. He had never noticed me, but here he was now with his dick inside me. He was about halfway in me and he stopped, letting my hole adjust. After a minute or so I squeezed my hole around that cock. He moaned loudly when I did that. "I love your ass, baby! Do that again!" he cried out. So I did. I squeezed his dick tightly, and as soon as I relaxed he pushed in slow and steady all the way. Damn! It hurt, but it felt wonderful at the same time. He held his cock there all the way in while my body reacted. I was gasping and whimpering a little, but finally my hole adjusted. He reached down and pinched my nipples. That made my hole twitch, and I squeezed his cock again. He took that as a signal- he pulled out slowly almost all the way, then just as slowly pushed back in. He kept up those slow deep strokes. I cried out again "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" And he did. He gave me the fuck of my lifetime. He reamed me out good, finding every corner and massaging my prostate. He kept this up for a good long time, and my cock was leaking. I reached down to stroke my cock, but he pushed my hands away. He grabbed my wrists and held them down on the table while his thrusts came fast and furious. "I'm getting close! You want this load, don't you Connor?" Hearing him say my name almost made me shoot. I didn't say anything, and he asked me again. "You want this load? Tell me you want it!" I nodded yes emphatically. "Tell me, baby. Tell me you want it and tell me where you want it!" I hissed out, "Yes! Yes! Give me your load! Plant that load deep inside me!" He grunted and pushed his cock in all the way and kept it there. I could feel his cock shooting inside my hole. He grunted with every pulsing shot. He finished, and was breathing heavily as he lowered himself down on me. He kissed my neck and bit my shoulder, his hands still holding my arms down. He whispered into my ear, "I think you needed that, right? You wanted my load inside you, right? Tell me you wanted it." He seemed different all of a sudden, He had always been so confident and self assured, but here he was seemingly needing to hear me tell him it was OK. "Tell me," he whispered. I whispered back, "Yes, I wanted it. I love your cock inside me and I love your load in me." He sighed and seemed to relax a bit. We stayed that way, his body on mine and his cock still deep inside me. We then heard voices outside. It sounded like 3 or 4 guys were walking this way, chatting and laughing. Jeff stood up and put his cock back in his pants. He found my shorts and tossed them to me. He motioned to me to be quiet, and he peeked out the window. I put my shorts on and peeked out, too. There were 4 men just walking past the cabin. They had no idea what had just gone on, and they kept walking past. Jeff said quietly to himself, "Why did that asshole have to come this weekend?" "Who do you mean?" I asked. "Oh never mind. Just someone I don't get along with lately." He turned to me and smiled. He pulled me to him and gave me a big hug. "Thanks man. You have a great ass. I needed that for sure." "My pleasure, Jeff, believe me!" He said, "Damn, you didn't cum, did you? Well, save that up for next time, babe," and he gave me a deep, long kiss. "Let's go see who else has showed up, OK?" I couldn't stop smiling as we walked back to the lodge. I was thinking of that hot fuck I just got. More of this story to come...

I've attended Horsemarket SF parties (as a "stallion" aka top) before and loved them. Two parties are coming up. The one on September 17 is an evening event while the 24th, during Folsom, is a daytime event. I plan on attending at least the HorsemarketSF on Saturday evening September 17. Fellow stallions can get tickets for only $55 (typically $75) for that party alone because of sponsorship. The party is designed for first-time 'mares' (aka bottoms) while the 24th is open to both first-timers or repeat mares. Unfortunately, those who want to attend as a mare will be put into a lottery. It appears that they want to insure that there are about 2 stallions for every mare. But, of course, that means the event needs more stallions so that more mares can be drawn from the lottery. I'd love a stable as full as possible with mares and, trust me fellow tops, sharing bottoms is not at all an challenge! Here is the website for more information and tickets. [think before following links] https://horsemarketsf.com/tickets/

There aren't many things that make me afraid but this time it was different. I was in line at the MEPS building about to go in for my physical exam, my last step before going into the US Army and I was terrified. For years I have dreamed of nothing but joining the army and it seemed it was almost a possibility. I looked around at the other 50 or so other young men eager to get this over with and start training to serve our country and it was hard for me to stop checking all of them out. I heard my name being called up with ten others and walked into a fairly large room and then we were all told to stand real close to each other and we were all told to strip to our underwear. I could see a few of these other men shy to do so and so was I but we were told to get over it because there was not something we could get away from once we were sworn in and sent to basic where we would be naked showering with other guys so get used to it. Once we were all standing in our underwear we were told one at a time to jog in a circle around the room and once completed to do a few reps of pushups and situps. Once that was completed one of the doctors walked up to each of us and inspected our hands and feet looking for anything that he could see that would disqualify us from enlisting like flat feet or any other body issues. Once completed we all sat on the bench in the room and waited one by one for a doctor to call us into the private rooms and do a more through inspection and to talk about our medical histories My name was called first so I stood and collected my clothes and walked into one of the private rooms and sat waiting for the doctor to walk in. There was a knock at the door and the doctor walked in and shut us in the room. The man who walked in was a stunning man in his thirties I guess with black hair, a strong framed jaw with five o clock shadow and a body that can be seen that many men strive to have. He introduced himself as doctor Sean Exavier and I shook myself out of a daze to greet him back. Well James from what I see so far you look to be in the shape the army is looking for in its troops and I am here to make sure there isn't anything that would keep that from happening further. So let's step onto the scale for me. I stood up and stepped on and he noted in my file my weight of 195 pounds and had me stay standing as he took my height. He noted my height at 6ft 3 and I was pleased when he told me that I am the perfect height and weight for someone my age. I beamed with pride hearing that after spending months working out to get myself ready. Alright now I need you to remove your underwear for me so I may finish the rest of the exam. I was a little hesitant but he assured me that many guys who come through here have been the same and to remind myself that it will happen more and more once I enlist. with that I stripped my underwear off and the doctor didn't even react to the fact that I was rock hard. My cock stood at full attention. It's a full eight inches and I am circumcised with a thick mushroom tip. The doc went right to work feeling my balls checking for any lumps and had me cough for any hernia. It felt amazing when he was touching me and as a plus he wasn't wearing gloves so I could feel his soft skin. He lingered a bit more on my balls and I went red when he asked me to turn around and that he was going to give me a prostate exam now. I turned around and bent over and could feel him spreading my ass open and felt even more red when he commented that he liked my tattoo. I started to stammer and was so worried that he was going to say that because I am POZ that I could go no further and wouldn't be allowed to join the army. He sensed my fear and told me not to worry about it. There are plenty of guys who come through that are HIV+ and have led perfect army carriers. I was relieved when he said this and now turned on. He turned away from me for a moment and told me not to move. He was back at my ass now sliding his wet fingers at my hole probing to get in. I tried to relax as best as I could to allow him access to my hole and then I felt him enter me. For some reason it hurt when he did and I didn't realize until I reached back and found it was no longer his fingers but the head of his cock pushing in. I didn't hear him get naked at all but looked over and saw his clothes neatly folded on the chair next to the exam table. I was shocked that a doctor would take advantage of his patient like this but I am so glad that he did. He slammed his full cock into my ass and pulled me in whispering in my ear that I was getting his added strain to take with me to basic training and licked my neck and continued to slide in and out of my ass making me whimper. He started to make out with me to help keep me quite so any of the others outside wouldn't hear what was going on and he kept pulling all the way out and slamming it in to the root making the exam table squeak more and more with each thrust. I was in heaven feeling each of this doctor filling me and I was leaking so much pre cum and he was smearing it around on our bodies. I could feel I was getting close to cumming and felt him getting thicker as well. He whispered in my ear just as he slammed in one final time "welcome to the poz army slut". With that I lost it completely and squeezed my ass so tight I could feel him unload his poz strain into my ass and it made my cock blow and cover both of us in my cum. We both caught our breath and as he pulled out with a wet plop he grabbed a butt plug from one of his drawers and put it in me stretching my hole and then closing it on the base to keep his strain inside. He kissed me one more time and helped me off the exam table and quickly cleaned ourselves up before we got dressed. He winked at me and said good luck in basic you poz pig. He opened the door and called for the next recruit in line. I went to the next station at MEPS knowing that the army would be a life to look forward to. Part 2 cumming soon

have you ever gotten to watch a cocksucking faggot like me get down on it’s knees and suck their actual fathers cock and swallow his load? on video, through a window, through a glory hole, sitting in the room watching, etc..I have watched several of my fellow cocksucking faggots do this. the first time was a set up by a guy who’s father wanted to fuck my ass. his son sucked his cock all the time but never took him up the ass but he would let his dad fuck his boytoys like me if they were into it. I was very much into it when I walked in and saw him down on his knees sucking his dads big beautiful cock and he offered it to me (they knew I was coming over). the dad said he knew he was gonna fuck me the first time his son brought me home and fucked me in his room with the door open.

To add to the explanations above, AIDS, or “full-blown” HIV infection, is considered ‘late stage’ HIV infection. You can consider that in a similar light as “late stage” cancer - one doesn’t start out with stage 4 lung cancer, the disease process progresses to that state. The same is true with untreated HIV infection. The disease process gradually erodes and destroys the immune system until it reaches a state in which it is no longer capable of resisting certain opportunistic infections. At that point, one is then diagnosed with Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. You don’t get AIDS the moment you get HIV, you have to progress to it. And the HIV doesn’t kill you directly, by the way - it just opens the door for the killers to get into your body and makes sure you can’t resist them.

Pretty much anything that contains masculine pheromones works for me - pits, socks, sneakers/boots, worn gym gear.

I didn’t realise there was a choice😂 RAW

If you read the posts in this very topic where you posted the question, the answer is there. Multiple times. Highlighted. In bright colors.

NIGHT JUMP Last jump before Airborne graduation ASSMUNCH I slept good, like the dead. I was never one of those guys who couldn’t climb out of bed in the morning, hitting the snooze button time after time. Hell, I didn’t even use an alarm clock to wake up. I just told my trusty brain what time I wanted to wake up and ‘click’…. Eyes snapped open exactly one minute before said time. I mean, I used to use an alarm clock back in high school, but gradually over those four years I noticed even though I set my alarm I’d wake up a minute before it went off, until I started forgetting to set it at all. I still used a clock though, so when I woke up I knew what time it was, but not here at Airborne. As usual, I was the first one awake and I scanned the bay to do a situational assessment. It was habit by now. Who was here, what was their status, environmental conditions, looking for anything unusual or out of the ordinary. First thing you do waking up on Patrol or in the field. Just because you wake to silence doesn’t mean nothing is happening or there is no danger. Your brain will wake you up if a twig snaps, but won’t tell you it’s a twig snapping, so you scan. ASA, or Advanced Situational Awareness is drilled into you from Basic. You are expected to be on your toes every waking moment, and sometimes your sleeping moments too. If an officer enters your perimeter, even behind your back, you better realize he’s there unless your task requires your complete attention. And for the jackasses out there that think its ridiculous to expect someone to see an officer approach behind their back, you CAN see the behavior of the troops around you. That’s what situational awareness is. It takes maybe a week in Basic, and an untold number of moppings, pushups, garbage details, runs, burpees and you snapped to attention when you saw even a single one of your fellow soldiers do it. If your Sarge REALLY liked you, you’d get to stand guard at the door to Command, all alone, and maintain discipline for hours and salute every time an officer walked by. Everyone who saw you knew what you’d done to deserve that duty and most wore a smirk the first time they passed. From Junior Officers, you got a couple of return salutes, but that was all. From Senior Officers you were lucky if you were acknowledged. After all, when you were Senior, you received a LOT of salutes because just about everyone was saluting you. At that early stage as a new recruit or one striper, some shouts of attention were false alarms, some were pranks, but you did it. You know the best thing to do to someone dozing off in the field or during one of the innumerable waits we endured? Someone shouted ‘attention’ or ‘officer!’ and then you watched them jerk awake in a panic and stand to attention without knowing what was happening. The look of confusion on their face is always priceless. But, you learned situational awareness at the basic level. Being aware and assessing were two different things. So later you learned situation assessment and conditions of your environment. Hours of class and field time were spent drilling it all into your stupid little grunt head by overly irritated and impatient Sergeants. I sure hope you didn’t think being Infantry was all about pointing a gun and pulling a trigger. Well, your mom doesn’t drop you off at the battlefield with a ‘Have a good day, Sweetheart. Shoot lots of enemies. I packed you some Doritos in your lunch today!’. You gotta get there on your own, and that takes skills and ingrained habits to get there alive. Plus, in Modern Warfare we were taught most wars now don’t have ‘fronts’ like in WWI or WWII. The Iraq War was chaotic, we had multiple objectives and missions running continuously all over the country. The push for Baghdad, the crown jewel of Desert Storm, that was the closest we’ve had to a ‘battlefront’. You just didn’t fight head to head in a big line anymore like in the old days. In Modern Urban Warfare, Small Unit Tactics were more useful rather than giant pushes with an entire Brigade or Regiment or even a joint operation. Of course, we were told Iraq was unusual in that regard. Its formal military could be easily distinguished from civilians. It’s a fucking desert, you could recon miles ahead of your position with simple binoculars if it was flat, plus we had so many modern technologies to help that weren’t as useful in the past. Satellites had gotten so much better, so you didn’t have to have a team of analysts working days to decipher a grainy unfocused image, FieldOps Intel had clear images of troops, numbers, equipment, positions every single hour. We had control of the skies (well, not Army, that was the Air Force’s job) with our recon planes and F-15’s, and 50 other aircraft like Weeble’s AH-64 Apache Helicopter. They did the bombing first, then we had strategic missile strikes, both from our Artillery and the Air Force, then if necessary our heavy ground took out their heavy ground. If there were strategic targets, like power plants, water facilities, airfields, etc. the Rangers went in. If there were SPECIALSPECIAL targets, The Activity went in, comprised of Special Forces. The reason Iraq was so different was that we were immensely prepared, Desert Shield and Desert Storm were intended to overwhelm the enemy, and the Iraqi’s were big fuckin’ pussies. Well, compared to us, anyway. They sure kicked Kuwait’s ass in no time flat, just rolled in and said ‘thanks, nice place you used to have. Love the oil wells, and what’s this? Sea ports? Yes, thank you.’ But Kuwait had like four planes, 200 guns, and about 75 guys dressed up like soldiers. Sorry, that’s unfair… the accurate assessment is that Kuwait is not a big country, had no need to maintain a large military, and Iraq was led by a military regime and was about ten times the size of Kuwait. Kuwait was going to get stomped regardless. But America loves an underdog. And sweeten the deal with oil and BAM! Rammed through a U.N. Resolution, got the Navy on the move, started mobilization while the Pentagon dug through some dusty filing cabinet for their Iraq Scenario. Yeah, the Pentagon has a room full of ‘Scenarios’ of how they’d conduct a war in each and every arena, each and every country. For unlikely scenarios, like fighting England or Canada, the files are small and general. For imminent scenarios, like the Soviet Union, China, Libya and Iran we had detailed files. But Iraq was our erstwhile ally in the region we used as a check against Iran, hell we damn near funded and supplied their entire military in the 80’s, we put and kept Saddam Hussein in power for fuck’s sake. How embarrassing, right? Nah, just kidding. America doesn’t get embarrassed. We considered it a job well done. After all, if you were the one that built that army, you knew all its capabilities and numbers. Saddam Hussein didn’t realize who he was fucking with. We shoulda killed that fucker, but no one asked Private Harris for his input. I’m sure it was just an oversight on the Pentagon’s part, they’ll be sure to ask me next time. Probably wouldn’t be a next time with Iraq though, Saddam Hussein was sufficiently servile and cowed now, back to being our lapdog. Sorry about squirreling off like that. The thing is, you reach a point in your stint in the military where this shit goes through your brain nearly all the time. In spite of being dumb grunts, we were expected to know our shit. And it’s not like school where your subjects are cleanly separated. Your Algebra teacher isn’t going to say ‘just like the war of 1812…’. But as young Privates our training always bled into multiple other subjects and areas. It was all mashed together in our heads, so if someone brought up attack solutions for an embedded regiment in an urban setting, you just had all sorts of facts and knowledge flying around your head. That was one of the difficulties in blending with civilians. You learned to just keep your mouth shut and avoid getting pulled into discussions that involved anything except the most surface military stuff. Only other military found that shit interesting or worth talking about. Besides, adjusting your language to avoid lingo and slang we used all the time was difficult and frustrating. So, as I was stepping out of my bunk I saw Zeus wake up and immediately glance over at Sleeper just like he always did. I sighed. Zeus’ feelings hadn’t changed. God, I wish I could give a glimpse of what I’d gone through for two years so Zeus would just man up and accept that he was fooling himself that he could control this. Still, I knew this situation was completely different than Kevin and I. I didn’t have Kevin right in front of me day after day. Failing to control myself didn’t have life-altering consequences if the temptation proved to be too much. Sleeper and Zeus having ANY kind of sexual relationship put them in danger of being booted at best, and time in Leavenworth at worst. The thing is, a big part of me wanted them to have a relationship for entirely selfish reasons. I wouldn’t be alone. I wouldn’t be the only guy who knew what it meant to have a secret relationship. I mean, yeah, I was happy for Zeus and my best friend. They were perfect for each other, neither tolerated bullshit or slacking off in any way, they understood each other’s rigid discipline, seriousness, masculinity came naturally to both of them. It also didn’t escape my notice that Zeus had begun copying many of Sleeper’s mannerisms, his swagger, expressions like the twisted pressed together lips and one eyebrow scowl when tackling a serious task. Zeus needed Sleeper’s example, and I could think of no better man to teach Zeus how to actually BE a man, than my best friend. Addison was the kind of man’s man who had internalized all the habits and mannerisms that make us men. Men get shit done. Men don’t back down from a challenge. Men solve problems. Men are tough, don’t complain, succeed, and men power through hardship. All of that described Sleeper, plus he was kind, generous, supportive, knew his limits and never complained. So, although I had previously decided not to interfere, I changed my mind because every time I had to watch THAT happen, that look, I thought of Kevin and what I’d done to him. And eventually the Brotherhood was going to catch on. Now, they wouldn’t be assholes about it, but they WOULD try to fix it, and that would fuck it up even more. But this morning, this dark, cold Army morning, I had a plane to jump out of, and so did they. “Bravos” I said into our side of the bay, my voice not loud, just enough to carry. One by one, the Brothers came awake. Those who wanted or needed a shower went immediately, the others went to take their morning piss and brush their teeth, maybe try to force out a morning shit so you didn’t have a gopher head poking out while you waited for your jump. Asking a black hat to de-rig for a latrine visit wasn’t always a possibility. You held it, or you held it, those were your two options. As usual, the Bravos and our two Marines and Navy Corpsman were first outside to fall in. The ten remaining randoms joined us just before Sgt. Airborne arrived. I liked our Sgt. Airborne. This week our routine had changed, as we didn’t visit the dining hall until evening chow and it was MREs for breakfast and lunch during one of our Hurry Up and Waits. We also didn’t have morning PT. For Jump Week, we fell in just outside our barracks, then were marched to Eubanks Field where the entire Company gathered before our double time to the parachute shed. We were Alpha Company, Class 2-93. Each of the four Companies had a staggered three week rotation through BAC. After we graduated, the soldiers in Alpha Company Class 3-93 would start their Ground week. Alpha Company consisted of every soldier in the same training schedule we were in, which consisted of almost 300. The riggers were all 507th Airborne, on their own training path, and they’d all already gone through the BAC previously. The BAC cycled through over 14,000 soldiers every year. Damn, it was cold! I silently urged the draggers to fall in quickly so we could start running. Every second we stood still the cold seeped deeper into the layers of my uniform. An hour an a half later we were formed up on the tarmac at Lawson Airfield getting our last inspection by the black hats before walking onto our bird. At 0430 the sound of the engines seemed more loud than usual. Our last jump. Well, the last one here at BAC. I hoped I would have more mission related jumps in the future, but this one would stay in my head for years to come as one of those life moments you knew was when it all changed. Whatever happened next, I wanted to remember this moment, these men around me, this feeling. The Bravos all seemed to feel it too, I saw reflection in their faces, determination, confidence, and a heightened sense of accomplishment. All those months ago when we first met and became the Bravos I would never have guessed we’d end up here, together. Over the last eight months we’d grown together as a unit, leaned on each other, learned to live as brothers, and shared every moment of our lives. I’d seen so many of them grow into proud men, serious men, dedicated and bonded in purpose. We had an iron determination as individuals, a one-for-all brotherhood tempered by the shared ordeal of the last eight months and I wouldn’t trade a single Brother for anyone else. I don’t know if the personalities and skills of each Bravo was chosen specifically to create this amazing group of men, but I was fucking PROUD to be one of them, honored to be their leader and I knew, just felt it all the way to my soul, that what we had was something rare and precious and worth protecting through any hell we’d endure. When that feeling hit me, what I’d done to Weeble’s rapists coalesced into a duty that was no longer distasteful, it was the price those two HAD to pay when they’d so casually treated one of my Brothers with brutality. The event became black and white for me, no longer gray. I found a certainty. I no longer had the doubt that had been plaguing me over whether I did enough during the episode to satisfy righteous justice. The goal was accomplished, the details of how it was achieved were insignificant. And now I understood how Potter and Battles reconciled being killers. I understood now Gutter’s admonition that your kill had to be cold - it was because how you felt about it was irrelevant and questioning the details would destabilize your ability to act in the future. I wasn’t damaged by the act, wasn’t lessened in any moral way and ultimately I was better for having done it. These were MY men, and every single one deserved my unwavering devotion. As greater purposes go, this one existed on my shoulders not as a burden, but as a welcome duty which I felt made me a better man, a better soldier, and a better leader. The interior lights of our bird flooded out the rear of the aircraft in front of us. Bravo Company and Charlie Company stood behind their own aircraft, and soon we were given the command to board. We were a well oiled machine by this point, sure and focused in our movements, filled with the thrill of expectation. Fear and nervousness were nowhere to be found - we wanted this. I don’t even think it was about getting our wings anymore. Funny how that worked. A badge, a tab, a ribbon on your rack, a shiny trinket and award wasn’t the goal. It was about capability, it was about opening doors and having a skill that made future missions possible. We were burrowing ever deeper into a smaller and smaller subset of specialized military men. For many soldiers enlistment was just a job, an opportunity to learn a trade, something to do after high school, a way to tread water in society until they figured out what they ACTUALLY wanted to do with their lives. But not for me. For me, this was the most important and exciting thing I could do. Our flight to the drop zone didn’t take long and before I knew it we were given the shouted command to stand, hard to hear over the roar that filled the bay of the cavernous aircraft. We clipped in upon command and heard the doors open when the Jumpmaster readied the exit door and conducted his pre-jump check, leaning almost completely out the door to look left and right (I have no idea what he was looking for), kicking the exit ramp left and right to ensure it was locked in, giving hand signals to the other Jumpmaster’s and speaking to the flight crew through his helmet mic. The lights in the cargo bay of our C-17 had been switched over to red light rather than white light. Why? Well, glad you asked. I’ve got a couple minutes to burn waiting for the Jumpmaster’s move command. Red light doesn’t fuck with your eyes as much, and you can adjust faster to darkness. We were jumping into the dark. You don’t get that blindness going from light to dark. Also, red light doesn’t travel as far, so if we were flying over enemy territory there’s less chance the open door of the aircraft would be spotted. Even our flashlights had an easily inserted red lens we could switch to for night operations, to decrease our light profile. We didn’t need Bootlicker to tell us that, it was one of the first things we learned in Basic as Infantry. But even so, you’re lucky. I didn’t go into Bootlicker’s fucking brain book about the light spectrum, rods and cones in your eyeballs, and … something something atmospheric interference because of the chemical composition of Earth’s air, reaction of your pupils, what red MEANS in different situations (stop, go, friendly, etc. etc. etc. there’s a list, fuck if I remember them all because they’re different depending on where you are, what you’re doing and who’s flashing. I remembered ours, and knew anything different would be included in our mission briefing). You’re welcome. I don’t think Bootlicker saw us as idiots when he blathered out his brain books on us, although I suspected that was part of it. I think it was more that he liked proving that he was just smarter. I didn’t care. We all knew he was smarter than us and having him as a resource that never tired of filling us in made us feel lucky to have him. You know how some smart people talk down to you? Bootlicker didn’t do that. He made it seem friendly, like he was happy to help you out. It did get on some of the Brothers’ nerves at first, but it didn’t take long to learn that you didn’t ask Bootlicker why unless you wanted a five minute brain book. My stick would be first out the door which should account for the first pass over the drop zone. Then the C-17 would circle back around and the next stick would jump. Repeat until all students had jumped. We hadn’t had any malfunctions yet in any of our jumps, although a couple of the Bravos were dragged over the drop zone when a gust of wind caught their T-10 after they grounded. They couldn’t unclip fast enough and had a nice little ride along the grass and dirt of Fryer Field drop zone. Hopefully, we wouldn’t have a repeat of that this morning. I was sixth man back, waiting for the Jumpmaster’s go, smelling the heady scent of Chunk’s ACH a foot and a half in front of me - or maybe it was my own. You never could get the smell of sweat out of your ACH, but we were all used to it. In less than a minute I saw the now familiar positioning of the Jumpmasters that signaled we would be jumping momentarily and I wasn’t disappointed as I watched Dumbo step through the door and our stick began to move. One-two-three-four-five GO….whoosh… Two-three-four….look up…canopy filled beautifully as my hands grasped my risers, then down to the darkness. We only had a few signal lights on the ground to navigate by, and I imagined the image of Fryar Drop Zone in my head to orient me. Depth perception is difficult in the dark, but I had a count going in my head for my descent knowing I had to drop my gear at 50 seconds and prepare to hit the ground. I could see the rest of my stick spread around me and was in no danger of mid-air collision so I focused on the ground and second by second I was relieved as more features resolved until I could anticipate my landing. I learned my lesson after my first landing and rolled perfectly before ending up on my back and reaching up to unclip. The black hats still screamed to get up and retrieve because speed was even more important in the dark when clearing the landing zone to avoid someone coming down on top of you. It wasn’t until I was gathering my canopy that I was hit by how anticlimactic this jump turned out to be. My final jump completed and nothing. Well, maybe relief but that was it. I shouldered my ruck and carried my balled up parachute under my arm to the assembly area where my brothers were also gathering. It felt like just another jump, as if I’d done this a hundred times and was used to the routine. I suppose that’s what training was intended to do, but I felt let down. Once at the assembly area we had to push our parachutes into our sack. We had hours to wait now until the other Companies completed their jumps. And then we’d have to do our canopy inspection and proper roll up before turning them over to the riggers. The sun was just starting to light the sky at 0750 when we fell in to get on the busses back from Fryar field. Graduation from Airborne was one of the many ceremonies we grunts endured during our enlistment. I wasn’t complaining, it’s just that graduations and awards ceremonies were longer than we’d like, even if I understood the reason for the protracted ceremonies. Welcome speeches, a prayer by the chaplain, sometimes the national anthem and presentation of the colors, an honor guard, special recognitions, a parade with formations and marching. You know what, fuck what I just said. Every ceremony, regardless of what it was for, instilled a sense of pride. Hell, your Commander probably went through this ten times a year at least, and he put effort into making sure it was an experience that gave the lowliest grunts the feeling that it was all for THEM. He didn’t mention the fuck ups, the administrative nightmares, the headaches our stupidity caused him, (and Army Privates caused untold amounts of headaches). And he managed to impart a heartfelt ‘good work/part of the team’ feeling. Yeah, sometimes it was an act, but hearing the words still made you feel like you made a fucking difference and accomplished something special. And occasionally, just maybe, your Sergeant would forget himself and smile at you with pride. I was hit with eye-widening surprise when we double timed up to Eubanks Field and saw the row of tents behind the berm we’d zip lined into during the third day of ground week, which felt like a year ago. The tents were filled with civilians and a few military sprinkled in. I knew better than to look for Mom and Tim, they wouldn’t have been able to make the trip. I just spoke to her last Sunday and all she’d said was that she was proud of me and good luck. I’d call her tonight and tell her I got my Wings. I wondered if any of the brothers had invited their family and if I’d get to meet them. I had a heightened sense of pride during this ceremony, in front of spectators. Before we’d been marched to the presentation area, we were handed a set of wings by our Sergeant Airborne, and he admonished us to wait until called upon to affix our wings during the ceremony. We were called to attention for the Star Spangled Banner, all troops at Salute, followed by the invocation of the Chaplain. Col. Ulrich gave a short speech about the history of Airborne Brigade and the honor and duty we carried in battle. Then came special recognition for outstanding Airborne, NCO, Officer, and Black Hat. They were pinned and/or presented their award individually. Then, those with veteran family members were called forward, apparently they had been informed before hand, and they had their Wings pinned before running back into formation. And then, the rest of us were waiting for the command. We’d have to pin ourselves, but it still felt like I couldn’t wait. I was surprised again when the announcement came for family to find their troop to give them their pinning. I waited just a moment to see who of the Brothers would have family come to do the honor before manipulating my wings in my clasped fist to start to put mine on. “Private Brickmann!” I heard from in front. Who was that? I stopped mid-motion. Three people resolved from the crowd in front of me. There was Mom and Tim. And just behind them… I couldn’t hold it in, dammit. I barely stopped after a couple tears fell. They hadn’t told me. Kevin. Fucking Kevin, my whole heart just about burst seeing him walking towards me with a huge smile, those beautiful soft grey flannel eyes locked onto mine, his step so eager and yet holding back. I’ve never wanted to succumb to his kiss more than that electric moment, to crush him in my arms and feel his thick meaty body pressed to mine. Everything disappeared, and there was only him. He wasn’t even close to me yet, but I could smell his comforting scent of fresh earth and elemental masculinity. My soul leapt to bury itself in its favorite burrow. My fucking dick sprung to a compass pointing to its magnetic imperative and thank God it was hidden by my thick BDU’s and the front of my blouse. How the fuck could I be apart from this? It took all I had not to wrestle him into a hug I would regret but not give a fuck about collateral damage. I had to look away from his eyes. “Mom? Tim? But…”. I said… “We wouldn’t miss this, sweetheart.” “Private Brickmann, can we have the honor?” Kevin said, his voice going right through me. My teeth were grinding together with the effort it was taking not to cry. “It would be my honor.” I replied, holding my hand out, the hand that held my Wings. I saw Tim reach out, and then Mom grasped his wrist, pulling it back. Then she looked at Kevin and nodded. Tim smiled. Kevin looked shocked. Mom nodded again with a smile. Kevin’s soft grey eyes turned into liquid puddles of silver, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together. Fuck, now we were both trying not to cry like babies. I straightened up, coming to attention, and gave my man, my beautiful man, a nod, holding my own emotions in even though it was probably the hardest thing I’d ever done. I showed him where to pin the Wings, and except for a brief moment to make sure he had the right spot, his eyes never left mine. He looked down on me from just an inch higher, and the size of him, the sheer width of this beautiful beefy slab of gentle, thoughtful, intellectual force of nature created an isolated world inhabited by only our combined souls. I don’t know if you’ve ever met a person who commanded your entire focus, the entirety of your existence when they stood close to you, but Kevin pulled me in now just by standing a foot away. I’d heard the word surrender, but it was always a word that described an unwilling act, a difficult decision to relinquish control, even slaving yourself to another by refusing to fight. So what was it called when you wanted it? When you knew you were stronger if you submitted? When your only happiness came from giving yourself to them? When THAT was the pinnacle of your existence, to be a part of them? I didn’t care to wonder how he commanded that control over me, I only knew I needed it. Somewhere in between his love for me and the moment he’d gifted me with his sublime Kiss I lost the need to be only myself. He’d grown into a man I felt contained everything that fit the empty crevasses of my imperfection, making me whole and complete when he inhabited the space before me. I’d cared for him in high school, loved him, felt his quiet strength as something worthy of support, friendship, love. But I never dreamed he’d become that very thing for me in return. I was the strong one, the confident one, the leader that protected him and gave to him. And now I felt turned upside down and backwards, but it made me happier than I’d ever been. I have no words to describe why this moment was so important, why having them all here to share it with me, to participate, was shaking me to my very core, but I felt they understood because they wanted to be included in it with me. With me. WITH me. As if they knew how this moment would define my character more than anything I’d ever done as a foundation of strength and commitment that demonstrated my dedication as a soldier. The tempest of my emotions quieted to an empty calm shining with an almost arrogant righteous power. Gazing into Kevin’s suddenly fierce grey eyes I saw he felt it too. We shared this. My success was his, and the more capable I was the stronger he felt too. FUCK! No one, not a single person, met me on every level like he did. I became hard, and tough, and resolute as I journeyed from recruit to Airborne graduate. He did the same, on his own without me over the two years I’d kept us apart. I became a man worthy of respect, someone people would follow because I shared strength, instilled confidence, and nurtured everything that made them unique. And here was Kevin, who was that man for me, as if he knew I could only follow someone equal to me. He’d chosen me long ago, and just by being Kevin he presented me with no other choice than to choose him as well. Unleashed. The world had stopped, once again, because of Kevin. I’d forgotten everything around me for him. All for him. I breathed. A long, deep grateful breath as I felt the rightness of the world settle around me. I smiled, really big. “Just you all being here makes this the best moment of my life.” I said. “Congratulations, sweetheart. Your father would be so proud.” Mom said, the tears falling. Kevin, perfect Kevin, took a folded handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to her. He smirked. “I thought I’d need it for myself.” He said. Mom laughed through tears. “Thank you Kevin.” She said. “That was your job, bro.” I said to Tim with a wink. I was joking, but I knew he was taking notes. Tim didn’t miss much, and he was still young. He’d understand in a couple years how Mom was the one who held us all together, even back when Dad was alive. And as her sons, we had to step up. Sure, she was capable of doing it all on her own, but she shouldn’t have to, not when she had two strong grown men to take some of the weight off. And my little brother had no excuse not to step up. He wasn’t a child anymore. They had to retreat back to the spectator area as we were called to fall in even though we hadn’t left ranks. That was just the way to re-establish discipline that had been relaxed for our families to interact. They concluded the ceremony congratulating us as Airborne qualified and released us to our Sergeants Airborne. Our Sergeant Airborne said we were permitted to take our visitors on a quick tour of our Barracks, but that we had to conduct Barracks duty before we’d be released from the Basic Airborne Class, at which time we were able to spend the rest of our day with them as soon as we’d cleared our Barracks and our Sergeant Airborne signed off. I didn’t care if the Bravos had to do it all ourselves, we were getting that shit done as fast as possible. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t even noticed who had family come to see them graduate or pin their wings. Fuck. I knew it was unlikely Zeus’s family would come, but what about Sleeper’s? And Weeble? I knew Weeble’s folks weren’t that far away, somewhere in Alabama, and they couldn’t be more than a few hours away tops. As it turns out, none of their families had come. Sleeper looked relieved, Zeus and Weeble just looked like they hadn’t expected anything else. I waved them over to meet my people. ******************** KEVIN I was shocked and surprised when Mrs. Brickmann called me on Monday (Hell, I didn’t even know she knew how to get ahold of me) to ask if I wanted to go to Tom’s Airborne graduation. I told her that yes, I wanted to go, but I didn’t have any way to get there. My scholarship didn’t include extra money, which is why I worked in the Engineering Lab on the weekends. Books, tuition, housing, and dining hall were paid for by the scholarship, nothing else. Mrs. Brickmann bought me a plane ticket. I wanted to refuse, because she didn’t need to be spending money on me now that she didn’t have Tom’s dad earning an income but she wouldn’t let me turn it down. It didn’t take much to get one of the other guys to take over my shifts in the lab, the others needed the money just as much as I did. Mrs. Brickmann knew the drill, either because she’d called to find out if the Airborne students would have liberty after they graduated or she already knew how training graduations worked, so she had us flying in Thursday night and back out on Sunday. I saw Tom immediately when his group marched up. Damn, he looked so hot standing at attention there in his group, and I wondered if the guys around him were his Bravos, the ones he called his Brothers, or if they were all spread out in the ranks. Actually getting the honor of pinning his wings made me feel like I was part of this milestone for him, getting just the smallest taste of why he did this. I hoped he couldn’t feel my hands tremble while I fumbled with the clasp. I wanted to be strong for him. After the ceremony concluded, Tom called over a few of his brothers to introduce us. “Guys, this is my Mom, my little brother Tim, and my best friend Kevin.” Tom said. I knew immediately that two of them were Zeus and Sleeper, it was hard to miss them. Damn… I couldn’t take my eyes off either one. Zeus was huge, everything about him was larger than life. He had a presence to him that swallowed everything and everyone around him into what felt like his own self-created world. And Sleeper, fuck he was deadly handsome, especially when he smiled. The third guy was Weeble, almost the exact opposite of Zeus in size but I still got the feeling that Weeble could take me down with almost no effort. The three of them had the same panther like movement Tom had, an ease of physical strength that seemed like a coiled spring of barely controlled force. Zeus and Weeble drilled into me with eyes that measured my worth, my suitability to be Tom’s best friend, with a quick surprised evaluation of my long hair, a raking, almost painful examination of my body and stature. I felt relieved that the dress shirt and slacks I’d worn hugged my meaty, athletic muscles. At least I didn’t physically fall far behind these prime specimens of manhood and I felt like just maybe I wouldn’t be found wanting. Sleeper’s eyes held a different emotion - amusement. Like he understood some secret. “Wow, so you’re Andrew’s Kevin.” Sleeper said with a grin. The way he said it sent a thrill through me. ANDREW’S Kevin. “Not what I was expecting at ALL.” Sleeper laughed. “Well done, bro.” My eyes darted to Tom, then away to evaluate others close by, then to Mrs. Brickmann. What exactly did Sleeper mean by calling me that and the following ‘well done’? Had Tom told him about us? I was saved from responding by an exuberant Tim. “WOW!” Tim exclaimed. “You guys are AWESOME! You’re HUGE!” It sounded like Tim had some serious hero worship going on. “It’s nice to meet you boys.” Mrs. Brickmann said. Only she could get away with referring to these amazing men as boys. There was nothing boyish about them. “Hi Mrs. Brickmann.” Weeble chimed in. “Really nice to meet ya, Tim!” The shorter guy said with a cheerful smile. I immediately liked him, he wasn’t pretending to be some tough, serious soldier, and neither was Sleeper. I liked how these guys didn’t wear a uniform when talking to us civilians. Even Zeus, though he was hard to read. Really hard to read, which was extremely unusual for me. You couldn’t describe the feeling of Zeus as cold or even bored and superior. That wasn’t it. He was just… blank, a solid presence more than a man. Weeble had one of those open, effusive personalities that made you want to like him. Sleeper was one of those fun, easy going guys who didn’t take themselves too seriously and tried hard to be just a regular guy. I could tell he’d joke around with you and had no use for intimidation or pretending to be some tough guy. He was the type that already knew he was tough, capable, secure in his own skin. He didn’t pick fights and wasn’t out to prove anything. Fuck, he HAD to know how good looking he was, damn near beautiful. There was something about his smooth, clear pale skin, his dark, smoldering eyes accentuated with long dark lashes and straight thick eyebrows, his amazing cheekbones flushed with the morning chill and full pink lips. Sleeper had one of those faces that made you dream. And if Tom had described him right, the body hidden by those BDU’s only added to the fantasy. Holy shit. Suddenly I wasn’t jealous at all that he and Tom had fooled around. My boyfriend had excellent taste. “Mom, we have barrack’s duty before we’re released. I want to show Kevin and Tim the barracks. You can come too, but it’s going to be a bunch of guys.” Tom explained. Mrs. Brickmann waved a hand. “I’ve seen enough barracks, sweetheart. I know the way you boys get in your barracks and there are some things a mother wants to stay ignorant of and I certainly don’t want to hear the language. You boys go, have fun. Why don’t we meet outside the PX in a couple hours. I have to get a few things and we can have lunch at the cafeteria there.” “Fuck yeah!” Tim said, too loud. “TIM!” Mrs. Brickmann and Tom said in unison. Tim had the good sense to look embarrassed. “Sorry mom.” He said as Weeble laughed. I saw Zeus’s blank face crack the barest grin. So the giant God wasn’t completely emotionless. I knew Tim was thrilled with getting to hang out with these guys for a couple hours and I was looking forward to seeing Tom in his element too. We were about to walk away towards the barracks across the road behind us when a voice shouted “VICTOR!” A soldier a little taller than me was coming towards us. He wasn’t built thick with muscles like Sleeper and I, but he still looked well put together. Damn, were all the soldiers here gorgeous? This guy had some mesmerizing blue eyes on him and an easy lopsided smile focused on Weeble. “Wicomb? You’re here?” Weeble said with surprise. The guy didn’t hesitate, he strode right up to Weeble and grabbed him in a hug. “Congratulations bud! I told you I’d come!” The hug I saw definitely had some deep feeling behind it, but it was when they pulled apart that I noticed the look that leapt like a spark between their eyes. I immediately glanced at Tom and saw his eyebrows jerk up slightly. He’d seen it too. “Wicomb, meet my Brothers. This is Assmunch, Sleeper and Zeus.” Weeble said, gesturing rapidly to keep up with the excited rush of his words. “Assmunch is our leader, and Sleeper and Zeus are his enforcers, they’re amazing.” Wicomb smiled. “Pleasure, Private Harris, Private Montelongo. Private Gunnerson. You keeping this squirrel straight?” He said with a warm, deep voice. Tom smiled. “He runs circles around us Corporal. I don’t think he ever runs out of energy.” “Call me Hunter, or Wicomb like everyone else. I’m glad to meet you. Victor tells me he’s proud to be in your unit and that you’re all awesome. I’m glad he found a place to call home.” Wicomb said with heartfelt sentiment. “I admire you guys in Infantry. I couldn’t do it.” To me, the surface of their words had a professional banter, but underneath I sensed deeper feelings, a true caring. Men like these didn’t express love and friendship casually, but among each other it seemed to come easy and unashamed. I could tell that this was the one place, among their own kind, that they could express the softer human emotions, shared admiration, compliments, respect without losing masculinity. For someone like Tom it would be a place of comfort and he didn’t have to hold himself apart from them like he had from other guys the entire time I’d known him. “Wicomb works on engines. He knows what’s wrong with’em just by how they sound.” Weeble said proudly with that thick southern accent that just made him seem even more adorable. Yeah, there was definitely something more there between Weeble and Corporal Hunter Wicomb with the deep hypnotic blue eyes. Wicomb shrugged self consciously. “You hear them enough, it’s not hard to do.” “Are you gonna hang out with us when we clear the barracks, Wicomb?” Weeble said. I heard an eager hope in his words. “Sure, as long as I don’t have to scrub the latrine.” Wicomb said. Weeble laughed. “Nah, the Bravos will have it done in no time. C’mon!” “Ma’am, it was a pleasure.” Wicomb nodded to Mrs. Brickmann before following Weeble towards the barracks. “See you in a couple hours, Mom.” Tom said, giving his mom a hug. “Thanks for bringing Kevin and Tim. Come on, guys.” Tom said with excitement, putting an arm each around Tim and I and walking toward the large buildings across the street. Walking through the entry door to the barracks made me feel like I was entering a secret world. This was where they lived, relaxed, spent their off duty time. Right now there was chaos from the presence of visitors, although there were far fewer than I expected. Maybe eight or so of the soldiers had people accompanying them for a tour. “Do all barracks look like this?” I asked Tom. “You guys just sleep in a big room all together?” Tom’s expressive, beautiful mouth smiled. “No, not like this. The barracks in Basic are like this, open bay, mostly so that the Sergeants can keep an eye on everyone, but also because it’s important to get recruits used to the fact that EVERYTHING about your life in the military is the military’s business. And in Germany the Bravos were billeted in REALLY old style barracks, but that was because we were kept in our Platoons for special training in older barracks probably because that’s the only extra unused housing they had for us. The newer barracks are dorm style, you share with one guy or max four, or are in your own room. It all depends on your post and which battalion you’re assigned to and your rank. On some posts and with different units you live in squad size rooms with double bunks. It all depends. We still share showers and latrines though most of the time but again some barracks have shower stalls and actual dividers between toilets. At least that’s how it is as Privates. I think you get better digs when you get rank.” I was a little shocked when he showed me the showers and latrines. “No doors or walls? You guys just use the bathroom where everyone can see? I figured the showers would be open and shared, but the toilets too?” “Well yeah. After Basic, it isn’t a big deal. Everyone comes in a little shy at first, but when you have almost no time to get ready in the morning you just rush through everything with your brothers around you. We don’t even pay attention to it after a while. There’s no modesty in the Army. You definitely don’t want to be on a toilet next to Troll though.” “Eat me, Assmunch. You know it’s the MRE’s. Besides, you gas us all out with your fuckin’ nasty farts.” A voice I assumed came from The Troll himself echoed down the hall. Tim busted out laughing. The ‘tour’ didn’t take long and honestly except for actually seeing how they slept and showered it was a little boring. Barracks were absolutely basic. I guess that was sort of the point: hammer home how NOT special you were. And after two years in the Engineering program at MIT, I saw the deliberate choice of utility and durability over aesthetics. A barracks wasn’t meant to be attractive or cozy. Plain gray metal lockers with double doors stood beside every bunk. The bunks didn’t look comfortable at all, slightly smaller than a twin bed. Overhead fluorescent lights, a drop ceiling with stained and damaged ceiling tiles, a paint job over cinder block that was some blend of yellow and khaki I could only guess was intended to disguise age and hide scuffs and damage. I imagined above the ceiling tiles was a world of utilities conduits sprayed with asbestos insulation like all buildings of the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. Asbestos was the miracle fire-proof additive of choice for tile, insulation, siding, roofing, sealant and yes, even clothing during the mid-century period. Hell, the ceiling tiles might have asbestos in them. Anyway, as long as there wasn’t damage or a broken surface, there wasn’t any real danger in the presence of asbestos. “That’s my bunk right there, you guys sit tight while we clear the barracks.” Tom said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Actually, if you could strip my bunk that would be cool.” All of the guys on this end of the barracks were stripping down to various conditions of undress, most down to their underwear. Sleeper went full naked and I felt a little bad that my eyes kept darting over to take another look. The big Zeus guy only took his outer shirt off, his uniform top, but he had an olive green tee shirt on underneath that molded to his body like Superman’s Super suit. None of the Bravos were fat or out of shape. A few were skinny, some were meaty, but they all had a hard physical way of carrying themselves. I was actually surprised by that little guy Weeble who was built with a compact and efficient stack of muscles I’d describe as ‘just enough’. Nothing about him was big or large, but it all was developed. Moving his arm, his bicep and triceps would flex, his pectoral would jump, his delts tightened. Okay, since I’m going down that road, I’m just going to rate my top ten. Now, I’m not including Tom because that’s not fair. After all, Tom had an attractiveness that only increased when you added in his personality and considerate emotional calm. And I had none of that information for the other soldiers. So, this is purely based on physical looks, body, and way they carry themselves. I know you think I’m going to put Zeus up there at the top, but I’m not, and I’ll tell you why. His blank emotionless … nothingness. There’s no other way to put it. I have to SEE the guy, I have to have a feel for who he is, what he thinks. Zeus could be just about any type. He was unreadable. He could be a bully, or an asshole, or dumb as dirt. Sure, the sheer size of him was hot, and he had a Nordic face with awesome hazel eyes. I also liked the way his skull was shaped. Its proportions were very pleasing. A body with muscles on top of muscles without restriction of his range of movement like huge body builders usually have. Zeus was definitely top five, but not number one. Number one absolutely had to be Sleeper. His ass alone was so riveting I almost couldn’t stop staring. But you could tell the guy just enjoyed every minute of his life. I almost got the feeling it wouldn’t matter where Addison Montelongo (fucking awesome name too) went, or what he was doing, he would just enjoy the ride. He had an easy smile, brown eyes that seemed always on the verge of a laugh, pale skin that wasn’t a sickly white but had the look and feel of sculpted marble like the Statue of David. He had this strut when he walked, a shake of the hips, a roll of the shoulders, fluidity to his arms as if he was swimming through the air. He made simple walking look like easy, enjoyable fun. He was also shaved completely smooth, like, not a single hair on his body, I guess that’s where the marble statue thing comes from. Sleeper was just, well…. EASY. And so fucking good looking. His face was the kind that sent you into confusion over whether it was handsome or beautiful. You know…some dudes are just ruggedly handsome, a little rough and tough, like a Tom Selleck type. You’d never call them beautiful. And then there were guys who were almost pretty, who seemed to have a flawless perfection for which ‘handsome’ wasn’t accurate. Sleeper’s face was masculine and hard enough to be handsome, and yet his smooth skin, his just full enough pink lips, his warm brown eyes with dark smooth eyebrows, the delicate fold of his ears, that proud nose that widened at the bridge just slightly before building up to nostrils that flared back from the rounded angle of the tip - those possessed a beauty and refinement. It was definitely a face that begged you to define it, to examine why the elements came together in such a pleasing arrangement. Some people had a face that didn’t ask you to look further. Sleeper’s face INVITED you to enjoy it. Sleeper himself invited you to enjoy his body. And, I had absolutely no problem with how he almost deliberately seemed to love making his cock and balls bounce and flop while he was strutting around, as if his thick muscular thighs were soccer players trying to keep the ball in the air. Plus, something about how Sleeper inserted the word ‘fuck’ into every sentence he said after Mrs. Brickmann was gone just made me smirk. I wonder if Tom noticed Sleeper’s inventiveness. Sleeper said fuck a fucking LOT. Fuck, fucking, fuckall, fucker, fuckwit, fuckitation… and more. I imagined he saw it as a challenge to figure out new ways to say fuck. So Sleeper was number one. Number two had to be the guy Potter, who was very similar to Sleeper body wise, but Potter wasn’t pretty, he had some kind of flat, Midwest sturdiness to his face. You looked at him and saw that capable Protestant work ethic, an attitude that life was just breaking rocks and plowing fields so best to just get to it. That hardy, dependable, reliable, solid foundation of tangibility. I found that attractive. Zeus was third, just for sheer presence and size. He was even good looking, if you liked that serious, quiet, deadly type. I’d put Demon and Chunk at fourth and fifth, attractive faces and excellent bodies. There was a confidence thing with them as well. Weeble I’d put sixth, there was an eagerness to him, an outgoing quality that felt like a happy puppy. And I’ve already told you he had a tight little stacked body. Weeble was dangerous though in the way such eager innocence pulled you in and entangled you with a desire to protect, comfort, and probably more. I felt it right away when I first met him. He looked at me and I saw instant adoration in his eyes. I wasn’t misreading it. He just gave me his adoration without even bothering to hold back until he knew I wasn’t going to be a dick to him. No hesitation. Immediate open book. That was why he was dangerous. When everyone you meet and deal with every day has a casual guarded arms-length interaction, to meet someone like Weeble who doesn’t hide that he likes you…it’s intoxicating. I wondered how many times Weeble had been taken advantage of by assholes. His guy Wicomb seemed to genuinely like Weeble and cared about him, so that was good. I could see myself trying to protect Weeble if Wicomb seemed in any way predatory. “Everyone seems so tough.” Tim said, interrupting my attempt at categorizing Tom’s hunky associates. “Tom seems different too.” I shrugged. “At home Tom can relax. Here he’s got to be serious, plus he’s really in his element. You can tell he loves being with his brothers. You probably do it too, at school. You’re probably different around your baseball buddies than you are with other classmates, or even around teachers. And you’re different at home than you are at school. When you become a man you start to segment your life, showing a different side of yourself to different groups. It’s how we deal with the difficult situations we endure, life’s bullshit, frustration. We find people we can blow off steam with, we put up with crap from others because they serve a purpose for a while, we endure boredom or something we don’t actually enjoy because we like the person who DOES enjoy it, like girlfriends and shopping, or romantic movies. Your best friend is the one guy you can be any different person you want to be with, who will match you, let you be in whatever mood you want to be in. That’s how men work.” Tim cocked his head. “Can your girlfriend be your best friend?” He asked. I shrugged again. “Sure, that happens too. Some guys don’t need a lot of guy-time and are more settled and less volatile. Hanging out with their buddies takes a back seat to wanting to be around their girl. Look, there’s no right or wrong way. Some girls are really awesome and amazing. Like Carol. Some girls love fun and excitement as much as guys do.” Tim was a sharp contrast to Tom. Tom didn’t talk about how he felt, he showed you, it was in his actions. Tim didn’t hold himself that closely and was genuinely curious. “Why? Is there a girl you have your eye on at school?” Tim looked down. “Yeah, but she’s a senior.” I gave him a grin. “You’re not going to win that one, little bro. It’ll be a few years before a younger guy like you catches the eye of an older girl. Age is way more important in high school than it is in college. And look, you don’t have to be in a hurry to snag a girlfriend. It’ll happen when it happens, trust me.” I suspected that his episode with Carol had some lingering effects, especially if he was latching onto older girls who were way out of his league. He wasn’t even filled out into his final height and weight. Hell, I grew almost two inches AFTER high school. I felt that Tim needed to figure out who he was before a girlfriend was in the cards for him. “So what do you think of his Army buddies?” Tim leaned in a whispered, with a grin. I gave a soft laugh. “Very nice to look at.” I said tactfully, my voice soft and low. “Especially Sleeper and Zeus. Holy shit.” Tim said. “Especially Sleeper and Zeus, what?” A deep, rumbling voice came from behind us. How had I not heard anyone approach? I craned my head around. There was the giant Zeus. I checked around us for anyone else within earshot. A couple guys were a few bunks away. Tom had told me all about Zeus, and Sleeper. So I didn’t feel caught in anything and replied truthfully. “We were just saying how you’re both really nice to look at.” Zeus froze for just a second, as if I’d shocked him. And then he smiled and I felt a warm flush go through me, my heart started speeding up. I found it so very difficult to focus on anything but that gorgeous smiling face, those warm and happy hazel eyes, and I felt a huge smile split my own face in return. “Your brother is amazing, Tim.” And then he looked at me and winked. HE WINKED AT ME. “You’re a lucky man, Kevin. He wanted me to come get you, Tim.” And then he reached down and picked up Tim like he weighed nothing and threw him over his shoulder. “Hey!” Tim argued, but it rung in my ears as insincere. No, Tim was perfectly fine being manhandled by this colossal hunk. Zeus turned to me and grinned. “You coming? Or am I throwing you over the other shoulder?” I’d like to see him try. Not because I though he couldn’t do it, but because I’d really like it if he tried. Okay fine, Zeus could be number one. I barely retained my dignity and stopped myself from telling him to carry me too. Stupid dignity. Dignity was for people who didn’t want to hug a God, which was absolutely no one in this room

To me, a bare cock through a GH is fair game. my experience has been they will let you know what they want by their response. i have often just backed onto a bare cock presented through a GH and that usually ends up with a load in my ass. If they don't want ass, they will pull back, in which case, i offer my mouth and end up sucking them off.

Part 1 - I love Scorpios “Julius, your test was reactive. You are HIV positive.” My mouth gaped at the news. This couldn’t be right! I was on PrEP. Although, I guess I was pretty forgetful about taking it. But I always used protection when I bottomed. Well, except for that time with those hunky daddies in the gym shower, and that time with that big-dicked Latino while I was on a run in the park, and that time I blacked out at the club and then shat out a lot of cum the next morning, and that time with… Holy shit! I’m a fucking cumwhore, I realized. Those were just some of my raw fucks in the last month. I don’t even know any of these guys’ names, much less their statuses. I was definitely in shock after learning I was positive, but I felt a weight lifted off of me. Ever since I lost my virginity in my teens, I’d had this constant worry about catching HIV. But I was 23, and I knew it wasn’t a death sentence. If anything, it could open doors in my own personal sexual liberation and exploration. I just had to wrap my mind around it first. I was a healthy young guy with light olive skin and shiny brown hair. I was the skinny 6’2” tall kid throughout high school, but then I started going to the gym five days a week in my second year of college. You could tell! Broad shoulders, strong quads, a tight muscled ass, with a hidden six-pack that would eventually come in once I learned how to diet. I loved bottoming and throating cock. I also loved to top with my thick cut 8-inch dick. When I got home, I made dinner and then stowed away in my room to avoid having to tell my roommate about my day. I did some research on living life with HIV. I learned more about the meds I got and how to reduce risk of transmission. Then I started reading about the poz sub-culture. When I saw that scorpion tattoos indicate a guy is poz and often unmedicated, I remembered that big-dicked Latino in the park. It was early morning and still dark out, and I had just run up the hill at Dolores Park in San Francisco. I was leaning over the back of a bench to catch my breath. My running shorts were riding up, practically exposing my ass. I saw a 5’10” fit Latino guy in his 30s coming up behind me. I’ll call him Nico, because I never found out his name. Nico had probably been cruising along the tracks next to the park. He firmly grabbed my hips from behind and humped his groin against my ass. I could feel he was packing, and I was very curious. I turned around to see this man. Nico had a gorgeous chiseled jawline and a piercing on his eyebrow. I knew the cruising drill, so I got down on my knees and pulled the front of his gym shorts down to reveal a thick 10 inch uncut cock, oozing very thick precum. I lapped up his juices and worked my tongue all over his giant meat before he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it down my throat. He throat-fucked me for a few minutes before I lost my composure and started gagging. While I pulled off and coughed to the side, he unzipped his jacket to reveal his stacked abs above a scorpion tattoo with a stinger directed at his massive cock. I was so turned on. I loved abs and I loved Scorpios, so, to show my appreciation, I licked his tat and up his abs until I was on my feet, turned around and bent over. Nico fondled my lightly hairy ass which was still a bit sweaty from my run. Then he tugged down the back of my shorts, grabbed my waist, and placed the head of his cock at my hole. Without any preparation, he immediately and aggressively shoved half of his thick, massive cock into my hole. Luckily, I caught myself before shrieking. Nico didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t care, because again he shoved his dick deeper until I could feel his balls slap against mine. With that, he pounded my hole, repeatedly pulling his dick out to the head and jabbing it back in. I moved my hand from the bench to my mouth to suffocate my yelps. Finally, my body began to adjust, and I could feel his cock pounding my prostate. My yelps turned to moans. I moved my hand back to the bench and exhaled, “Fuuuck. Pound my pussy.” Nico spoke up in a husky voice. “It’s my pussy.” I reached my hand beneath me to feel his cock sliding in and out of my, excuse me, his pussy. I felt owned and simultaneously wild. I looked out at the city view in front of us and almost instinctively moaned, “Breed me Daddy.” This must have turned him on, because he increased his pace. I could feel his cock swell against my prostate and his body tense up. “Seed your pussy!” I exclaimed. Nico thrust his hips forward and pulled my hips farther back, almost merging our bodies. His massive cock erupted ropes and ropes of cum into my bowels. The jerking of his cock with each squirt triggered my prostate and my own cock exploded in the front of my running shorts. The sun was beginning to peak above the East Bay hills as he slowly ejected his cock. “Mmmm no way you’re not pregnant with my babies bitch,” Nico smiled. “I haven’t cum in a week. You’re full of my boys. Don’t let them leak out.” “I won’t. I promise.” He pulled up his shorts and zipped up his sweater. As a parting goodbye, he poked his middle finger up my well-used hole to feel his boys marinating inside me. Maybe he knew they were actively infecting me with his virus. We parted ways. I ran back home with wet spots on the front and back of my running shorts. Any fag I ran by looked at me knowingly and giggled. A few even grabbed their bulges, hoping for sloppy seconds. When I got home, I put in my butt plug and kept his boys in me throughout work. I laid on my bed remembering this awesome experience that I figured was my HIV conversion. I had taken off my clothes and was stroking my cock and fingering my hole, imagining how his boys infiltrated my cells. I was so horny and it was almost midnight. I put on my running shorts and a sweater and jogged over to Dolores, hoping for a reenactment.

Last night. This 20s guy who loves Daddy ass. Hot buff jock. We didn't have much time but he enthousiastically pumped two big loads deep in my ass. Fucking love it! And him. I'll make sure we have more time next time and hope for more 😉

I started chasing many years ago, but always with much hesitation. It started after I hooked up with a man who introduced me to tina. He was also very much into warping my young mind. Every time I was taking a hit, he would tell me about a new fetish I would want to do. It started with getting fucked bareback, ass to mouth, drinking piss, fucked anonymous, craving cum in my ass, and of course, taking poz loads.. By the end of the night, I was taking his bare cock and his cum and his piss and begging him for his poz loads. I didn't convert from that experience, but I was always wanting it again. I tried to stay safe though and then I started prep, but it was still in the back of my mind.... A few years ago, I met a younger man while traveling, and he was poz and very much enjoyed me begging for his poz cum. Even better, he dominated me well, and I find him the most attractive man I’ve ever had sex with. So, I definitely stayed in touch. We traveled together to his country early in 2020 and we had a couple bareback sex parties. Then came the pandemic, and we were able to be locked down together. He ran out of his meds, and I ran out of mine. That day he told me he needed to fuck me with a condom, and I told him no, I wanted him to fuck me bareback. Knowing I was taking his viral loads made the sex so much more thrilling, and when he started to fuck me, it was like the devil was inside both of us. These fucks were so intense. When he unloaded into my ass, my cock would sometimes shoot cum as he came inside my ass. As he became more toxic, he wanted to fuck even more. We know I converted, one day I woke up feeling awful. I had it checked out, but didn't get tested, knowing it would still take a couple of weeks or months if it was the fuck flu. Given the pandemic, I couldn't stay with him forever, and I had to travel to another country to work. Travel restrictions would make a reunion very difficult. A couple months after returning home, over a video call, he saw the result that I was expecting. He actually didn’t believe it, so I had to buy a second test, and show him the test again. The doctor that I saw had me start my meds almost immediately, and I started to take them. It took almost two years, but we were finally reunited last month. He’s younger than me, so I don’t call him my poz dad, instead, I call him my toxic god. The connection between us is very strong, and I love his dominance and mischievousness. He knows about my first experience with tina. He knew exactly what I needed to learn from him. While I had started medication almost immediately, he told me he went five years without medication. Once he started, he quickly became undetectable, and then there was a second period of time during the pandemic, when off meds his viral load rebounded quickly. He told me how much his sex drive changes, and how it felt fucking me. He easily convinced me I should feel the same way. I could stop the medication, and return to it one day when necessary. I asked him if he'd keep my pills safe, because I want to find out what he felt. I’m back together with my toxic god, and soon I'll know what it feels like on the other side.

I live in a Southern College town and for the last 25 years I’ve had over a thousand hot little college boys moaning, begging, shivering, screaming, and sometimes crying when their hot little assholes were touched, rimmed and fucked for the very first time. I’ve fucked them at my house, their parent’s house, my car, empty classrooms, parks, bathrooms, apartments, dorm rooms, stairwells, a dark corner of the quad while pep rallies are going on and in a empty storeroom during football games with 94,000 fans screaming for their respective teams. A few of them have been kinky subs and would drink my piss, beg for my belt and accept my fist or anything else I wanted to shove up their delicious pink assholes. However, most are sexually confused or pretend straight frat boys craving a man’s affection or guidance. Although the fun and games have to end when they graduate there is always a fresh crop every year. My last load happened last Friday before the first game of the season. Guy on grinder, about 35 hit me up sent ass, face and body pictures and asked if I remember fucking him for three years while he was here in law school here. I didn’t but he was hot as shit so I said yes and gave him my address. We made out, undressed each other then I sat in a chair putting him on the floor to service my cock. After a while of affection sucking I got down to face fucking, slapping, name calling and spitting on his beautiful, still boyish face. Then we got in bed with him on top of me sucking my hard cock while I devoured his hairless asshole. I was surprised when he moved down and started licking and sucking my hole. After it was good and wet he put some fingers in and stretched it open. I decided it was time to fuck him but he quickly climbed on top of me. Looking down on me with a shit eating grin he kissed me while he slowly slide his cock into my hole. I had never noticed before but he had a decent sized thick cock. He slid in and out fucking me passionately while saying how much he missed his Daddy. This went on lovingly for about twenty minutes before he actually manhandled me onto my hands and knees on the side of the bed. He stood up behind me, said spread your cheeks you fucking faggot, took his dick in hand and shoved it in so hard it knocked me onto my stomach. He fucked me without mercy, slapped my ass, pulled my hair, tweeked my nipples, squeezed my balls all the while sawing his fat steel rod in and out of my now wide open hole. He lasted a long time but a split second after he screamed take my load you nasty queer I swear he filled me with so much come I’m still dripping a week later. He rolled off me, but we were still rubbing our sweat covered bodies together and he was playing with my soaking wet hole. He got up took a shower and said he had to go. Before he left he said “I’ve been dreaming about raping and destroying your ass just like you did to me so many times 15 years ago. When I’m coming up my husband’s hole I sometimes dream it’s you I’m holding down and flooding.” I walked him to door, we kissed and he said “next home game in two weeks, have your hole cleaned out good because I promised my husband I would find us a fag we could tie up, rape, fist, piss in and could punish in any way his little heart desires.” I stood there as he left with his come running down my legs and my dick getting hard thinking about his next trip to town.

We connected over an app late last night. He'd been down at the local ABS and wasn't having any luck. I, horny as ever, asked if he need a load. He said yes. We met up in a parking lot that was empty, but close-ish to a major road and was very well lit. The treeline was about a hundred yards from the road, which meant even if anybody passing happened to be looking directly for us, they couldn't see anything unless they were much closer (and therefore giving us plenty of time to get dressed). It was starting to rain a bit so we stepped under the trees. The guy was thin, in great shape, had a soft, short beard and gages in his ears. He didn't say a word as he walked across the open parking lot to me, other than a "Fuck!" as he squatted before me to suck my cock, which I had pulled my pants down a bit to expose. He was a top-notch cocksucker and the combination of his mouth and being outside and in public had me on the edge quickly so I told him to stand up. This good bottom immediately turned around and pulled his pants down below his ass, revealing a GYM jockstrap that gave me perfect access, especially since he was a few inches shorter than me. I slid inside his ass easily and began pumping him. He started moaning almost immediately and grabbed at my hands to balance himself as we were standing in the open fucking. He didn't even bother touching his dick. Only a few minutes later I shuddered and started unloading inside his ass. It took about a full minute before I finished, the convulsions taking a bit to go away. Only then did he pull himself off my dick, spin around and squat again so he could look me in the eyes as he cleaned my cock off. Then we pulled our pants up and walked back to our cars.

Part 3 - Accepting his Birthday Gift Once we got to my place, I pointed Dae to the shower and threw my sweater and shorts in the washing machine. Then I joined him. It was a cramped shower, so we had no choice but to huddle up against one another. We made the most of it, making out, me biting his ear and pushing my hard cock along his crack and positioning it for entry. Before I could enter him, he stopped me. “Pretty sure I have HIV-positive cum inside me from that guy in the park. IDK if that matters to you.” I was bewildered that he knew. “How do you know that?” “Didn’t you see his scorpion tattoo? Or that he kept talking about giving me a birthday gift? Kinda obvious.” He chuckled. I was amazed. Dae knew his shit. “And you’re fine with that? Are you on PrEP?” “Not on PrEP, but my mom is a pharmacist so I can get PEP pretty easily if I want to.” “If your mom is a pharmacist, why didn’t you just get on PrEP?” I inquired, while turning off the shower and grabbing our towels. “I mean I have the pills. I just don’t take them,” he looked down at his feet. “This is gonna sound weird, but I guess I kinda like the risk.” I looked at him while I dried my shoulders. “I should have told you this earlier. That guy with the scorpion tattoo fucked me about a month ago, and I found out that I’m HIV positive yesterday before I went to the park.” Dae smiled as he bent over to dry his legs with his towel. “So you gave me your gift?” “Yea, I probably should have spoken up. I just didn’t want you to freak out and leave. I really wanted you.” “You want me now?” Dae turned around and leaned over the sink. “Poz me daddy.” Without a second thought, I pushed my whole cock up his ass in one go. He squealed like the pig he was. “Fuck. I want that toxic load daddy. Fucking dump it in my neg hole.” Dae was fulfilling his wildest fantasy, taking poz load after poz load after poz load. “Please daddy, knock me up. Make me your little AIDS whore. I want it.” The desire to please him and give him his wish propelled the quickest load that I’ve ever shot. “Take my poz cum Dae. You’re mine now.” Dae twisted around to kiss me. “Yes I am.” As our tongues met, more of my toxic cum splattered the walls of his rectum. I felt closer with this guy I met two hours ago than I’d felt with anyone my whole life up to that point. As he melted into me, I could tell he felt the same way. I slowly pulled out and fingered in any cum that spilled out, more aggressively than I normally would. My nails cut at his linings. Part of me really did want him to be mine. We wrapped our towels around our waists. I opened the door to find my roommate Deshawn waiting, totally naked. Deshawn was a 5’10” muscular black trans man, same age as me. He was a very hot guy with a chiseled jaw and braids with yellow and green beads at the tips. He’d had his top surgery and a series of tattoos to adorn his pecks and bulky upper arms. He also had a pussy and was an avid cumdump. I’d known him since the first year of college, and, while we fooled around regularly, we were best friends. “Hey poz daddy.” Deshawn laughed. I guess he’d heard us and the cat was out of the bag. “Yea, got some news yesterday.” “Sounds like you’re making the most of it,” he said looking at Dae. “Knocking up young sluts already?” I introduced them and explained a little of how we met. “Magical,” Deshawn said gliding past us. “Well, this bitch gotta pee, so y’all have fun. And Julius, I better get some of that newly charged juice in my pussy soon.” He mmmm’ed with conviction. He closed the door, and we made our way to my bedroom. Dae flung his towel off and collapsed on my bed making himself at home. “How the hell does class start in just three hours? Can I sleep here?” I laid down beside him and squeezed his nipples softly. “Yea, you can stay here. At least it’s a Friday. Where do you go?” “SFSU,” he sighed and then beamed. “I can feel your warm cum inside me, infecting me,” he licked his lips. “Yea, you should ask your mom for PEP ASAP.” He looked pensive for a moment and then lifted himself over me. “I don’t think I will. I want this part of you in me forever.” He kissed me softly. Between kisses, I tried to convince him that he didn’t have to get infected, but he had made his decision. Honestly, it turned me on that he wanted to risk it because I was the one giving it to him. Dae settled his head on my chest and our naked bodies entangled under the blankets. “This wasn’t just a one night stand, right?” “No. This was more.” I kissed his head and pulled him tightly into me. We drifted asleep. When the alarm went off, Dae was gone. He had left his number and Instagram handle on a sticky note pressed to my phone. As I dressed, I stuffed my morning wood down my pant leg. It would have been nice to have a fleshy young cunt to fill that morning, but it was a Friday. I knew, after work, I’d find something or someone fun to do.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_nbHTgBsq8iG5 Daddy's and their sons compilations!

Part 11- Livestock Now ”Here pig pig pig.” Cole heard the call, but was already at the spigot, He slept there now, just waiting for his feedings. They lasted longer now. Usually he sucked on the Hog Feed for at least an hour. His fuck flu was gone, and he had torn through the latex because he had gained so much weight. His fat had even swallowed his cock. As his feeding stopped, the Farm Hand came in to give him a deposit. Cole didn’t think about it anymore, he just arched his ass. His hole was so gaped now he didn’t feel it, he knew it was done when the man left. “Just a couple more weeks. Then you’re his problem”, the Farm Hand said. Cole had stopped caring about time, He had stopped tracking the days. He didn’t know it, but it had been nearly six weeks since he had been brought to the farm. Now all he wanted was to get bred and fed. Every time he heard the call, was the only part of him that registered anything. “Here pig pig pig”… ——- Getting ideas now for the next part.

Slowly my pulsing cock lost its rock hardness and it slipped from billys sweet boy hole, that was my queue to roll to the side onto my back and recover. To my surprise my new son instinctively knew what to do, carefully repositioning himself between my legs so he could suck my cock clean of any precious seed then relax and cuddle up resting his head on my thigh, staring at the cock he already loves so much. I praised him for his instincts and we settled in. Now was the time to start asking more questions, where was his school, did he want to go back there, is he happy with the events of tonight, did he enjoy being fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking him, did he understand that having received my seed in his ass he should have no doubt about whether I'm proud of him? The puff had us both talkative and son I pulled my son up to tuck under my arm resting his head on my shoulder and cuddling as we talked. Billy told me he wanted to go to a new school, to finish the year and graduate, he shyly admitted that he was already wondering when he might get to be fucked again, and soon enough our conversation came all the way back around to sex. I rolled him over to spoon and cuddled his little boy body into mine, noticing he was the perfect height and size for his boy hole to nestle right against my crotch, we talked about a wide range of things, but I was son reassuring him that he'd get fucked as soon as we were both ready and as I said it I began to gently play with his popped boy cherry. Billy was clearly a born bottom boy, as his ass was already hungry for more and though tender, not too sore for more either. The conversation and sexiness of the cuddle soon had me hard again and this time I decided to try simply sliding into him from the spooning position... Something I often couldn't do because of positioning. I rolled forward a bit cuddling close and rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks, then reached down positioned my tool a little and four the first time in my life I simply slid straight onto my bottom boy without any positioning issues. Billy gasped and instinctively pushed back to take more, I whispered in his ear, "is that what you wanted son?" and he moaned his approval. The rest of the night followed a similar theme, until I had blown 4 loads in my boy and we were both able to sleep. The coming days would need focus and organisation, this boy is mine, I need to make sure fully believes that too.

I had something similar going on with my ex-boyfriend's dad. I was 18 and it was my very first real relationship. I was deeply in love with my ex, but when I watched him interact with his dad it gave me heat flashes. His dad was overly affectionate, as is constant kisses on the cheek, shoulder rubbing, cuddling, etc. One time I showed up at his house and he was in the kitchen "helping" his dad make dinner; i.e. he was sitting on the counter with a glass of chocolate milk, swinging his legs back and forth while his dad did all the work. It made me crave his father more than anything. My ass would constantly shiver because I was insanely horny for him. But I never acted on it - Because I knew it would ruin my relationship with my then bf and leave him devastated. Because even if his dad was gay or bi and went for it, it would ruin their relationship, too, and leave them both devastated. Having said that, maybe you can be a brother figure to him and help him sort his wiring out. If your boyfriend isn't willing or in a position to do that, I'm sure he'd be open to a dynamic like that with you.

I hope you like this installment Amy, from the doorway, let out a catcall. Cody tried to jump up, but with Andy laying on top of him made it difficult. Cody was leaking cum from his well fucked ass. “Don’t let me interrupt, it looks like you're having more fun with my brother and my ex than you ever did with me.” Amy cajoled him, With that i felt Cody’s cock get hard again and poke at my ass. I guided it back into me and Andy slipped his into Cody. We were back into a hot 3way fuck again, and Amy disapeared from the room. By the end of the night, I fucked Cody once and Andy bred him twice more. Amy watched for a while, but left to go look for more prey. Andy was laying on his back while Cody rode him and I stood on the bed and fed Cody my cock. Andy pulled out some poppers and took a huge sniff and then handed them to Cody who expertly took a giant drag on them. Andy reached up pulled Cody back exposing Cody’s ass with Andy’s cock still firmly in place. Andy instructed me to add mine. Cody fought a little, but Andy held the poppers to his nose. It was tight, but the more he sniffed those poppers the more he opened up and soon we had both of our cocks in Cody. Andy whispered into his ear, “We took your mouth, we took your ass and you are taking our gift.” “We are going to knock you up, take our gift and then go out and pread it around to whoever you like” Cody just moaned in agreement. I am not sure he understood what the ‘gift’ he was getting. But he certainly went from straight to gay pretty damn fast. After that night with Cody. I woke up chilled to the bone and sweating profusely. I called Amy and Andy and they both rushed over to take care of me. Andy told me I was converting. They both stayed with me for a few days and even Cody came by to see what he was in for in a couple of weeks. I guess Amy took him aside and told him what the gift was. I guess he had been working his way through his closeted homophobe gym buddies one-by-one. (Maybe more on his adventures later). While he was there he coaxed me into a blowjob which led to him fucking me. I was in no condition to say no. Hell, even Andy took advantage of me in my weakened state fucking my ass several times a day. Of course, I sucked them clean when I was done. Fast Forward a few weeks Cody came down with the “flu”, and we all took advantage of him and surprisingly a lot of the gym studs did too. I guess when Cody decided he was going to get anyone that showed interest in him. He was the manager of the local chain gym that caters to the MILFs, guys with dad-bods and college jocks trying to hold onto their prime. He gave me and Andy free memberships. Within a week, we had scoped out about 10 guys we wanted to add to our little club from some hot dads to the college jocks. Amy had some MILFs picked out but that is another story in another forum. So Andy being the aggressor picked his first target. Jake a 35 year old, college QB who added about 30lbs since college and was now struggling to get it off. His wife no longer interested in sex. He hit on anything with a pulse. He even flirted with Andy and I knowing we were “friendly” having caught me sucking Andy in the shower. All part of Andy’s plan to get Jake comfortable with the idea of guys sucking. Andy figured if he did not report us to Cody. He was cool with it and maybe even down with it. Sone we learned his gym schedule. He would be there until close on Friday nights. So, we made a deal with Cody for his first conversion to do it at the gym. He was all for it. We all toiled away at the weights and cardio making small talk about this and that. Jake avoiding eye-contact with Andy and I as much as possible. Cody locked up for the night and told Jake that he, Amy, Andy and I were going to hang out and hit the sauna and hot tub that was for the exclusive members and drink some beers and he was welcome to stay. He tried to say he had no swim trunks and Cody assured him that we were all friends and he would not need them, and with that Amy flashed him her boobs as enticement. He was all-in. We all stripped down in the locker room with Andy fluffing his 8inch cock, Cody pumping his seven and me with my six gun leaving Jake with a 10 inch python. No wonder his wife had lost interest. He probably wrecked her everytime he fucked her. Cody grabbed us all a beer and we eased into the whirlpool with Amy sitting next to Jake and Andy next to her then Cody and I close-by. Jake was looking relaxed, but I could tell something was going on underneath the bubbles. Jake looked over at Amy, she just smiled and slipped out of the water. It was then that he realized the hand on his cock was Andy’s, but he did not fight it. His eyes rolled back into his head. Andy had magic hands. Cody convinced him to sit up on the edge of the pool and Jake did. Cody swallowed his cock as far as he could. Andy sucked on his large nuts and I kissed and licked his nipples. Amy, her job was done, She just watched from the corner. Cody slowly let his fingers swirl around Jake’s rosebud of a virgin ass. The 4 of us spilled out of the whirlpool and into the sauna. Where I got behind Cody and started to eat his ass. Cody was now throating Jake’s over-sized cock. Andy moved me out of the way and spit-roasted Cody for Jake to see. Jake was enjoying his blowjob, but wanted to fuck. Andy pumped into Cody for a good 5 minutes when Jake asked if he could fuck Cody. Andy nodded yes, but not before pumping a toxic load into Cody. Cody had Jake lay down on one of the benches then he straddled him and lowered himself down on Jake’s massive tool. I could see Andy’s load dribble down Jake’s member. They were a little awkward in getting their rhythm, but son Jake was slamming his 10 inch pole into Cody’s eager ass. I did my best to eat Jake’s virgin untainted hole, but I was able to get a finger in him and help him cum a little quicker. HE was totally flush from the fuck and the hear of the sauna. So, we scampered into the group showers. Where I got a chance to lick JAke clean and eat his ass a little more. I opened him up for Andy. I got Jake hard again. He was lost in lust. His dick seeing the first action in months. He didn’t care if it was from a man or not. What he was not ready for was Andy's big 8 inch prick up his virgin ass. Andy with my help slipped his cock between Jake’s ass cheeks, and slipped some poppers under his nose not giving him a choice but to inhale deep with the help of lube and spit Andy was able to wedge his thick cock into the former college qb’s virgin ass. Jake’s eye show wide-open, his mouth agape. I just had to kiss him. He was not repulsed. He even allowed my tongue to explore his mouth while Andy fucked his all too willing ass. Cody lined his cock up with my hole and easily slid into my well deflowered cunt. Andy and Cody both took their time to brutally fuck us both in the group shower. Andy had both hands on Jake’s shoulders as he railed his now all too willing ass. While cody hate fucked my hole. I begged for his poz cum. As Andy impregnated the fertile field of Jake’s ass. Before it was all said and done, Jake fucked both Cody and I, Andy and Cody fucked JAke twice each, and i got to clean them all up. Within a month or so, more than half of the gym studs were poz and some of the MILFs were as well Amy and Andy had sites on a bigger prey I hope you all like this one. It felt forced Sorry Joey

"I'm ready, Daddy. I'm ready for you to make love to my pussy." This boy knew what he wanted and I wasn't going to let him down. But before I popped his cherry, I had to taste that sweet Virgin pussy for myself. I instructed him to bend over the bed and spread his cheeks. I dove into that hole and never looked back. Sniffing, licking, tongue fucking that amazing pussy with all my mite. All the while, the boy moaned with pleasure, making sounds he probably didn't think could come out of him. "Uhh Daddy, I'm sorry," he said as I went up for air. "It felt too good and I came." I turned him around and gave him a deep kiss so he could enjoy the taste of his sweet boy puss in my mouth. I then assured him it was okay that he came. "Will you still make love to my pussy please?" He practically begged. I just smiled and positioned him on the bed. I laid him on his back and moved his hands to hold his legs up, giving full exposure to his beautiful hole. I intended to bring lube, but forgot in all the excitement. No worries, as I wiped the load of boy cum off his freshly shaven groin area. I used my fingers to rub it on and in his hole, adding to the juices I'd put there when eating him out. Then I found my pants on the floor and took a condom out of the pocket. Since my hands were covered in boy goo, I put the wrapper to my mouth to open it. "Uhh, Daddy. We don't use those." "What are you taking about boy?" "I'm Catholic. We don't believe in condoms. We're taught not to waste human seed." "What a good boy you are," I assured him as I threw the rubber to the floor. If he wanted me all of me, he was going to get it. I took my place beside the bed and lined my throbbing cock up with his boy hole, twitching in anticipation. I grabbed his left hand (the one now donning an "engagement" ring) and placed it around my cock. "Put it in, boy." He wasted no time putting the fat head of my cock inside his warm and inviting hole. Then another moan of pleasure came out his lips. I looked into his eyes as I slowly pushed my manhood inside. Fuck it felt amazing! His face reacted to the mixture of pleasure and pain, but the only words he spoke were, "Please don't stop daddy." So I didn't. I worked my cock all the way into his warm and wet sanctuary. I've fucked too many boy pussies to count but this one was better than any other. We worked our way into a rhythm with me pulling out to the head, then diving back in until my balls bounced against his flesh. We kissed. I sucked on his tits. I chewed on his neck. No matter what I did, he fucking loved it. At one point, our eye contact was broken as his little cock began to cum again. I reached down to collect his boy seed and put it in my mouth, then fed it to him via kiss. It tasted like paradise. Finally, I couldn't hold on. This was all too much for my loaded balls and they were ready to explode. Looking into his eyes I said, "Are you ready to be impregnated with my babies?" "Yes, daddy! Please cum in me!" My pace picked up and I plugged away at his pussy like a machine. Soon I felt a sensation deep inside my body, then I began to let out a growl. I kept pounding away at that little puss as stream after stream of my hot seed deposited deep inside him. When I couldn't go on any longer, I collapsed on top of him, my cock still holding in the cum. "Thank you daddy, I love you."

Huge turn on but only a fantasy for me. However, when I was around 14, I got the shock of my life when I spied on my dad and his best friend having sex. I was overly shocked to see my dad being so submissive. It's a nice memory I'll never forget. I also had a sexual affair, not long ago with my dad's younger brother. He's 13yrs older than me.

Not sure your age, but I was alive and paying attention back when this was happening. Here's a historical run down of Clinton and gay issues. Bottom line he was promoting gay rights during his campaign - which was radical for the time. There were two things that really caused him problems the first year of his presidency - 1) his support of gay rights and 2) Hillary's attempts to get the ball moving on universal healthcare. The Clintons understand that politics is about compromise (unlike Bernie who has accomplished almost nothing because with him it's all or nothing). So when Clinton couldn't get the full recognition of gays in the military he settled for Don't Ask, Don't Tell. It was still a step forward. There are some battles where you take what you can and fight another day. DOMA was one of those battles. To say Democrats or Clinton didn't support gay rights when they were at the forefront of the battle (in terms of mainstream politics of their time) is just ignorant. That's not how it happened. ^^^ THIS ^^^ is brilliant! Civil rights should never be voted on. It's always the place of the courts to point that out and change things. I'd add that I think the Jewish religion has it right on abortion issues. They believe life begins when you take your first breath and ends when you take your last breath. Which means the fetus is part of the woman until it's born. And being part of the woman - it's her body which she can do with as she wants. [BTW - I happen to disagree with the Jews on the life ends when you take your last breath bit. I think brain death is when you die, but that's the topic for another day.]

Part 2 After that hot afternoon session with Andy and Amy. I found myself lost and in a haze. Amy and I did not exactly break-up, but she started dating other guys..like that night. She went to dinner with a guy who worked at the store across from her’s. While Andy and I flipped fucked for the next several hours. It was strange that I went from a pussy loving guy to a quite possible pozzed cocksucking, butt fucked slut. In a matter of hours. I really did not have time to process my feelings as Andy drove his thick 8 inch prick out my ass. I stayed the night with Andy. I will admit it was awkward leaving the house and facing their parents. Amy still lived at home with her parent’s and Andy was home from college. He attended a large midwest college. He was just home for the summer break. I had a feeling that we were going to be seeing a lot of each other this summer. I went back to my apartment and took a long nap. I tossed and turned as I relayed the night and day before. I knowingly took a poz load. “Hell” I thought, i was fucked and I sucked another man’s cock. I never thought I would do that in a million years. The rest of the week was pretty much in a haze. Amy finally called me and asked if she, Andy and her new friend could come over. Knowing that we could play without her parents being around. I laid there chatting with her as she hashed out her plans for her new friend. My dick got so hard. I agreed and she told me they would be there around 8pm. Amy’s plan was to drop by with her few friend and Andy and I were to play the gay couple, the rest of it was just filler. I was to take Andy’s lead and just play along. Andy came over to my apartment about 5 that afternoon and within minutes. I was bent over the couch with Andy’s poz filled piston was plowing in and out of my ass. It had been just a week since he filled me several times with his poz load. I greedingly took his thick cock. After Andy finished plowing and breeding my hole. He dropped his bare ass onto my couch. He fumbled around in his backpack and told me to bend over in front of him. I felt a thick rubbery thing being pushed into my hole. “What are you doing?” I asked? “I am inserting a butt plug into your cummy hole” he answered back. I looked back with a quizzed look on my face. “So none of my poz juice will leak out. I want to make sure it sticks,” he chided with a stern look on his face. He smacked my ass and told to come clean his cock. I could see his cum-covered with shades of pink on his massive prick. I knew fucked me hard and with very little lube. I did not expect to see my blood on his cock. I sat on the floor and he fed me his cock. We had a few hours to kill before Amy brought over her new target. He old me he did not want to cum he just wanted to edge for a while. Amy called and told us they were on the way. So Andy and I jumped in the shower. Andy put me on my knees and fed me his cock before turning on the shower. I loved his taste, but he started to flood my mouth with his piss. I gagged, but I knew he wanted me to hold as much as I could in my mouth and to swallow the rest. He pissed all over me. I felt so degraded and so turned at the same time. When he was done he turned on the shower and we soaped each other up. After our shower, we just lazed around in our towels waiting for Amy to show up with her new boy. I thought we should get dressed, but Andy had other ideas. We sat next to each other on the couch watching some gay porn of 2 guys taking turns on a the new kid. When Amy just opened the door to my apartment and escorted her latest prey…I mean boyfriend. He was a little taken aback when he saw Andy and I in our towel, but Amy acted so nonchalant about it. He went along with it. She used the excuse that she came over to borrow some charger or whatever. Andy and I played along. He, I found out later that his name was Cody, stood by the door waiting for her. His eyes kept coming back to our towel cad bodies. Amy came out of the bedroom with my cord madder than an old wet hen. She exclaimed that work just called her and she had to go in. Cody looked forlorn. I am sure Amy got his engine all revved up in the car. She told him to stay with us as her work was in the opposite direction to his house and she’d only be there an hour or two. Cody was noticelby uneasy being left alone with two fags in towels, but Andy assured him that we would not have them on for long. I knew what Andy meant, but Cody looked relieved Amy not looking for any protest from Cody. She was out the door and in her car before Cody knew what happened. He took a seat next to the couch. Cody was a good looking guy, standing about 6’4, about 200lbs and headful of blond hair. Andy restarted the porn from where we finished off right about where the two guys got the third naked and ass up in bed. Almost immediately Cody was uneasy in his chair and adjusting his cock in his tight jeans. Andy let his towel open up slightly and his 8inch boner popped up through the opening. Cody eyed Andy’s massive tool. We caught him looking and staring several times and that is when Andy guided my needy mouth to his cock. “Nothing better than a hungry cocksucked on your cock. Right Cody” Andy quipped. “Does Amy suck your cock,” knowing full well she had not sucked Cody’s even though he begged her for weeks. “You know Joey here will suck your cock if I want him too” leaving what little choice I had out of the equation, Andy boasted. Cody was quite noticeably hard in his jeans as he watched me more than the movie. Andy urged to let it free or he was going to hurt himself. As if he got permission, Cody freed his 7inch thick weiner from his jeans. He wore no underwear which was so hot. My rigid 6 incher was out in the open for all to see as Andy tossed my towel across the room. Cody slowly stroked himself to our scene. His eyes were locked on us. When Andy nudged me to suck Cody. I smoothly slid off the couch onto my knees in front of Cody and with barely a whimper of protest. I deep throated my second cock I ever sucked. I pulled Cody’s jeans down to his ankles as Andy now standing behind Cody slipped off his t-shirt and started to explore his ass. To set the hook in our new prey, Andy knelt behind him and began to eat his ass. “I know Amy doesn’t do this” Andy reminded him as he darted his tongue in and out of Cody’s muscular ass. The hook was set as Cody ran his fingers through my hair. His 7incher pounded my throat as Andy ate his ass. He came with such force. I felt his cock throb 12 or 15 times depositing a hefty load in my mouth, but I did not swallow it. Instead, I snowballed about half of it, and Andy did not swallow it. He slurped it into Cody’s cunt. Cody fell back onto the chair. His mind blown that two “fags” could get him off. Andy suggested fucking a guy is just as awesome and offered up my hole. HE followed up with, “AMy will be gone for hours.” I could see his wheels spinning. “Plus you owe him a BJ” Andy chided. Cody looked at me as I knelt there. I was more than inshape. I was just under 6 foot tall, and weighed about 180lbs. I was a poster boy for the gym. Cody nodded and soon we had the naked Cody on his back in my kingsize bed. Andy pushed a pillow under Cody and ordered to lube up and ride his cock. I lubed my hole while Andy continued to eat Cody’s ass. I strode Cody’s muscular body and aimed his dick into my hole. Cody’s eyes lit up asking for a condom. Andy lifted his head and asked do you use one with my sister knowing full well that the answer was no. “If you are not worried about knocking her, you won’t knock him up.” Andy joked. Cody closed his eyes as I settled down on his cock. I could feel all 7 inches in my pozzed hole. I started to move up and down on his cock. I figured since he just came he would last a while. His hands began to roam my naked body with his right hand resting on my hard cock. He instinctively began to jack me off. Andy smacked his hands away from my throbbing cock. Andy then resumed eating Cody’s cunt and even slipped a finger then two into his opening ass. I heard my front door squeak open. Amy made her return as if on cue. I was bouncing up and down on Cody’s cock, but I guess I was not aggressive enough for him. He flipped me onto my back without his cock ever leaving my ass. He held my wrists above my head. Andy was stroking his 8inch meat hammer when he went behind Cody lining his cock up with his upturned ass. “Let’s see if you can take it as well as you seem to be giving it” Andy hissed. Cody froze and began to protest, but it fell upon deaf ears. Andy slowly pushed his penis into the virgin negative ass. I could almost feel Cody’s cock getting bigger the deeped that Andy went. I could see the pain and ecstasy in Cody’s face as Andy took his virginity. Andy was about two-thirds deep into shortly to be pozzed ass of Cody when he told Cody. “Fuck him and you fuck yourself on my cock, the choice is yours take my gift and cross the line” Andy taunted. I could feel Cody make his mind up as he slowly began to pump his cock into my used hole. Andy cheered him on, “give him your seed and take my load.” Cody fucked me and in return fucked himself onto Andy’s poz cock. He picked up speed taking more of Andy while he plowed deep in my pussy. Cody’s face said it all, he was agressively fucking me while demurely allowed himself to be bred by Andy. Finally, Cody could not take it anymore. He plowed his rigid dick and I could feel his cock expand and blow his negative load in my fertile pussy. He pushed and held up long enough for Andy to take over and drive his thick pole into the virgin ass of Cody. He unleashed his poz pole into the negative ass of Cody. Andy collapsed on Cody and did as well onto me with his mouth covering mine in a deep tongue kiss. He converted from straight to gay. He was about to learn just how much he was about to convert. More to CUM Keep sharing your comments and hot chat It makes me cum Joey

Great to see here how you guys handle the term “addiction” and own it. Wish I had known or at least heard from guys like all of you earlier. In my case I would say, sex is a helpful and necessary addiction. I was accused of being sex addicted, and was often advised to do something to “cure“ it, I’ve been shamed for that… it interestingly came from people who suppressed their own desires and couldn’t believe in living them up freely, or were even jealous of the way how I lived it up. Accusations came from former lovers/partners, but also by people for whom it shouldn’t have been any business (friends, or even or couples (gay or straight) who considered their lives to be exemplary role models….). Had to learn on my own in the course of time, "If I'm addicted, then I own it, I love it, fuck you!" and to be proud of it and be shameless with pride. Anything can end up into an addiction (job, a hobby, sports etc), if you handle it neglecting other aspects in your life, or damaging your health. But so far, sex only benefited my health the moment I started to live it the way I desired (lots of it and with lots of men, enjoying the variety of encounters and the uniqueness of each man). So it's less a damaging addiction, but a "cure" itself, if dosed the right way... and sometimes you have to increase the dose no matter which cure... I’m uncompromising about fulfilling my commitments towards job, Friends or family, and I do have other hobbies and interests or social connections, and they function. Having said that, sex is for me everything combined: hobby, interest, nutrition for the soul, energy source, spiritual practice, and definitely an addiction that I enjoy very much… And there's the social aspect by having lot of sex: some people connect socially by clubbing, sports, movies, dining, to hang out with similar minded (which is I do with “ordinary” friends or family). My peer groups and social places also consists of men that I share similar experiences of upbringing, sexuality, love, life planning or finding our position in society as non-heteronormative men, or lust and sex drive. Be it close friends that I occasionally have sex with, fuck buddies, hook ups or generally the guys I meet at cruising areas. All of them are like-minded men. I don’t connect with them socially by dining, movies or conversations in the first place - we connect socially by having sex. There’s so much understanding and support being exchanged non-verbally by fucking. Sex is the vibe where we as like-minded men meet with a human touch. If needed, we may exchange conversations and thoughts after the sex, depending on how close we are, but sex is the main tool how we communicate and give each other what you always give one another while interacting socially: the support and fulfillment of being what you are. I get it then and there with those men (or men like you here in this thread) like nowhere else. For me it’s even a necessity to regularly fuck at first sight with strangers in order to connect on a primal raw level and to support each other to feel our wild natural side again, free from emotional connections or a common past. That makes the act pure and even kind of innocent, since you don’t know each other yet. That resets my brain and mind every time again in order to start afresh with my life‘s challenges. In short: for me, having lots of sex with lots of men is a lifestyle, and a mindset, an energy booster, social activity, maybe call it a religious practice. It’s necessarily addictive, cause it keeps me coming back for more again and again, because it’s each time like being born again. And most of all, it’s fun! It’s a passion. It’s only an addiction in a negative sense or hypersexuality for those who don’t understand the various benefits sex can provide and don't have that priority. But apart from that, I love men, I love being gay, I love sex, I love sex for the sake of having sex, no matter with whom, I love being helpless in the face of my own sex drive, I love fucking brainlessly again and again until my balls are empty. Why…? … because it’s simply right. Period. The more men I breed, the more I’m living my best life. I have to do it, again and again, there’s no other go. If it's still considered an addiction - hell yes! Gimme more!

Not Entirely My Story. I took a great story and took it the next level with strong POZ overtones. If this is not allowed in this FORUM. Please allow me to delete and carry on. Girlfriend's Brother Pozzes ME While She Is At Work. I had gone over to my girlfriend's house and we were to go to see an afternoon movie and then to dinner. Amy's brother Andy informed me that she was called into work until 4 because her manager was sick. Andy was just about ready to go swimming and he asked me if I'd like to join him. I started to decline as I didn't have a swimsuit and I told him so. He told me that had a few extra swimsuits and we went to his bedroom. All he had were Speedos and I was a little shy about wearing them. He finally talked me into it and while I chose the pair I wanted, and in a flash he was already changing, unashamed, as he undressed before me. He had a great body and I was a little taken aback by the fact that I had noticed such a thing. What really intrigued me was a biohazard tattoo he had right above his long thick cock. Amy had always said he was the black sheep of the family and they always spoke in hushed tones about whenever a non-family member was in earshot. I had no clue what it was other than he was more likely gay, but that did not bother me…all that much. I undressed slowly, hoping he would go on out without me and let me change in private, but he did not. I turned away from him slightly, but I could feel his gay eyes up my straight ass as I stood there naked. I turned briefly to snatch the Speedos from his bed, and I'm sure he got a look at my cock. Strangely, I stiffened at the thought. After dressing, we went to the pool and swam and tanned for about 2 hours. We wrestled a little in the pool and I felt his hand graze my package a few times. Each time letting it linger there a bit longer than the time before. I stiffened, again. "Amy should be home in about another hour," he said. "What do you want to do to kill time?" I told him I didn't know, but I definitely wanted to change first. "Do you need to shower or do you just want to dry off?" he asked. I told him I'd like a shower. This gave me an excuse to change in the bathroom, and maybe take care of this half a boner I had going on. When I got inside I realized I had a slight problem. I had tied the string in the Speedos in a knot, and I could not get it out. I told Andy and he happily agreed to help get the knot out. On his knees, his hands working only inches from my cock, he got the knot out in about 5 minutes. But not without incident, though. His hands occasionally brushed my cock and it reacted to his gentle touching, even if it was by another guy. He saw and felt my hardening cock and said, "Is it wanting Amy?" I just smiled, embarrassed. He got to his feet and asked for the Speedos, as he was headed for the laundry room. "Can I bring them after I take my shower?" I asked. He said, "I don't want to make two trips." I hesitated, and he asked, "Embarrassed by your body? Don't be." He took his Speedos off to show me that there was nothing to i exposing his biohazard tat again. "Well?" I took them off and handed them to him. "Thanks," he said, then kissed me. As he held me I felt his cock stiffen against mine. His cock was getting hard and so was mine. "Does Amy give head? I do," he said, and he stroked my cock my rock hard cock. He stopped, turned, and went to his bedroom. "Joining me?" he asked. I don't know why I did it, but I followed him. I followed him down the hall to Amy’s room. When I walked into the room where I had fucked his sister countless times. He was lying on her bed and I laid down next to him with his hard 8 inch cock pointing straight up. He rolled over and kissed me, then his lips began kissing my neck, chest, nipples, stomach, and then found my crotch. His right hand was between my legs playing with my ass as he licked my balls and cock. I thought I was going to cum before he started sucking me off. Pre-cum appeared at the head of my cock and he carefully licked it off. Then he started to take me down, little by little, until he'd swallowed it all. His sister did give head, but not like this. He was great and the apprehension I had was now gone. I could feel the orgasm coming, my cock ready to explode. His fingers slowly explored my hole with one and two fingers. He knew I was about to cum, too, and he removed his mouth and stroked my cock as my wad shot all over my stomach. I thought he was like his sister, a non-swallower, but he licked all my cum off my body while he slipped a second finger into my ass. Andy laid next to me, and I told him that he gave great head. He held my hand, then led it to his crotch. It felt odd having someone else's cock in my hand. "I want to get a nut, too," he said. "Are you going to blow me or am I going to have to fuck you in the ass?" I decided to go down on him, and I did it directly. No wasting time licking his balls or cock. I didn't really know what I was doing or if it was correct, but Andy was moaning, so I kept it up. He was doing most of the work, his hand on the back of my head, his hips thrusting, much like what I did to his sister. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from my mouth and shot his wad all over my face. He kissed me and licked it off. He got up and got a jar of Vaseline from his dresser. "I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be fucked," I told him. "No," he said. "I want you to fuck me," and he lubed up my cock. He was on all fours, waiting for me to enter him. Even with the lubricant, his ass was tighter than Amy's pussy. It felt so good. It was odd. I could feel my balls occasionally slapping his balls as I pumped, and when I came, I came inside him. "That was great," he said. "Getting fucked is better than fucking because of the stimulating of the prostate. Plus, I got a gift for you!" I looked at him quizzically, but he just ignored me and pushed me on my back. He lifted my legs, fingered and ate my ass. He had me moaning in seconds. I felt myself get close to cumming. He leaned in and kissed me with tongue exploring my mouth. He said that was hot as he leaned down and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me and cleaned me off. I was still horned up when he pushed a finger into my ass. I jumped at the invasion, but it quickly felt good. He looked me in the eye. “We have an hour. I want to give you my gift” he said meekly as he pushed a 2nd finger into my hole. I gasped and begged him for his seed. In a flash, he had his cock lightly lubed and as he slowly withdrew his fingers he pushed his thick cock into me. I felt so full, but it felt so good. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my balls. He had all of his 8 inch cock in me. He pistoned his meaty cock deep into my ass. I begged for his seed. “Ask for my gift” he insisted. I wondered what he meant, but I begged him for his present. “I want your gift,” I exclaimed as he slapped my ass hard. He jackhammered his raw cock in my ass. I was breathless. I held my legs up from behind my knees. I try to spread them as wide as possible to give him all the access he needed or wanted. “Give me the gift” thinking I was asking for his seed. He jackhammered my hole. I could feel myself wanting to pee. He was hitting the spot in my cunt that I had never felt before. He buried all 8 inches of his poz cock into my hole. He shouted out that he was pozzing my faggot hole. I came all over us. I never came hard in my life. I literally shot cum over my face hitting the headboard of the bed. We both laughed at my eruption. He laughed as he bred me. We were so entrenched in our love making that we did not hear the front door open and in the doorway was Amy with her fingers in her panties watching her brother breed me. I could feel his cock expand, pulse and shoot his tainted load into my virgin ass. I laid there breathless as Andy’s cock retreated from my soon to be pozzed hole. When Andy rolled off he saw his sister fingering herself. “I guess we pozzed another one huh sis” he quipped. I heard two things that made my eyes pop open in a flash. The fact Amy was watching us and he had just pozzed me. I tried to cover myself up, but I realized my clothes were in Andy’s room. I tried to rationalize what just happened and did Andy say “pozzed another one”. I asked him what he meant, and that is when Amy spoke up. “Yeah, we are both poz you see those notches in the bed post” I looked at the notched post there were at least 15 on her bedpost. She said, “there is one for every boy that Andy and I have pozzed in the last 2 years. Ever since, we had a 3sum with our poz daddy and he pozzed us both.” “our goal from that day on has been to poz as many straight acting fag boys like you” she said matter of factly. I slumped my head knowing she was right. I had been secretly craving cock for a while. I just needed a push out the door. I reached over touching Andy’s face and thanked him for his gift. I climbed back on the bed on all fours and asked him to fuck me doggy to make sure it took. Amy grabbed her dildo and sat in her chair and watched her brother breed her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend with another poz load. Wouldn't you know it, he was right. That statement got me curious and I let him fuck me. Afterwards, we showered together, toweled each other off, and then kissed. He grabbed my cock and whispered, "I'll let you know when she works again," and I enjoyed my relationship with him as much as with Amy. Do you think I should do a part two? Let me know what you think. Feedback is greatly appreciated so is hot chat. Joey I am a bareback slut who is surprised he is not poz yet

I'm not a medical doctor, but I am a PhD in a relevant science (Chemistry), have worked in the pharmaceutical industry, and have a decent understanding of basic pharmacology principles. As long as you get it into your system, it will work. The dose is sufficient that a possible small loss in the crushing would not be significant to the effect. The drug is an immediate-release formulation, so crushing it is not going to cause any problem with absorbing it. The tablets are coated (which is disrupted by crushing, of course), but the coating dissolves in your digestive system to release the drug. This happens relatively quickly (less than an hour). You can take it with or without food, and if the former, it would be held in your stomach longer than an hour, so it could potentially be exposed to stomach acid even if it were not crushed. Hence, that is not a reason you would need to take it whole. Here again, there is no reason to think the crushing will prevent the drug from having its proper effect. The one difference it is likely to make is that if you take whole without food, it would normally move through your stomach quickly and be released in the small intestine. If you take it crushed, your stomach would be exposed to the full concentration of it without any food. This could potentially cause some stomach irritation. As nausea and stomach pain are known (though not common) side effects of the drug, the main purpose of the coating is to prevent them in cases where people choose to take it without food. In my somewhat-educated opinion, you are good to go - but I'd recommend taking it with food and plenty of liquid.

Wow, not very memorable , or should I say ouch

I haven't read any of the posts in this thread except for those on the same page onto which I'm posting.... For decades, chub was explicitly OFF my radar! I like builds from skinny right up to chubby/linebacker! Chub was just one step too far removed. Last year this bottom cancelled on me at the last minute. I was horny and this chub hit me up. I fucked him and bred him. Didn't need (or want) to see him again as I didn't enjoy the experience. Yeah, I got off. But.... Couple of months ago this guy hit me up. He looked chubby in his pics and his height/weight stats could've been right on the border between chubby and chub. So, I agreed to hook up. He was definitely a chub! Color me 🤯though! I thoroughly enjoyed the experience! He was a great kisser AND his hole was silky! (That's a term I'm pretty sure I've never used before about ANY bottom. ) The more he gets fucked and the more turned on he gets, the more he self-lubricates! HE was embarrased by that, but I told him it turned me ON! (I even started a thread about self-lubricating bottoms before I met him!) We're trying to arrange another time to hookup, which takes some planning since he lives 2 hours away. SO! While I know better than to judge a book by its cover, I was doing exactly that! Lesson learned! (Hopefully)

No, thank you. This is what he type of erotica that I secretly dig — ravenous sexual vignettes that are scattered about and expertly woven into an educational and vivid backdrop, surrounded by rich, terrifying, and loveable characters. Now, the horny part of me just wants to sit in your brain for a day while you do nothing but jerk off. Me feels you have some fantastic wank material in your ‘magination station.

@gangbangsuperstar seems to make a lot of posts talking about what a worthless, horrible, depraved, contemptible slut he is that nobody can possibly respect, etc etc etc on and on. It would seem to me that "downvoting" him should be just the kind of abuse such a person would want, no?

Anonymous, raw sex will always be my favorite. A stranger, who I may never meet again, leaving their sperm swimming inside me is a thrilling experience But also, for me, there’s any an appropriate situation to use a condom. 😷

That is the type of boyfriend, lover and partner I want. A guy that understands that I am a POZ Cumdump for Men and we would let friends and Strangers fuck us Bareback and Loads of Cum. You Must accept ANY Hard Raw Cock anytime a guy with a boner needs to unload. "No Condoms Allowed" policy. No Rejections, No Exceptions.

Be careful. Being a cumdump is….addictive! 😜 Would post some vids and pics on here but this site can’t seem to accept anything bigger than a thumbnail. See my Twitter for clips from the meet (@sleazebot_uk)

ALL browsers on iOS are Safari. The only thing Apple allows developers to do is change the user interface of Safari. Actual other browsers are banned from iOS devices. That means Firefox on iOS isn't really Firefox - it's Safari with an interface done by folks at Mozilla.

Part 7: Will Meets Dr. Wade I spent my day doing something I had never done before. I sought out as much gay porn as I could find. Sure, I had seen straight porn before. At one point, I had fantasized about eating a woman’s pussy and even impregnating a woman. Now, all I wanted was to suck a dick and have Dominic impregnate me. My searching took me down the rabbit hole. I saw everything. There was a great deal that I knew I would never try, but there were other videos I found myself surprisingly turned on by. I watched as one man peed into another man’s mouth, and I found my cock rising to life. Never had I thought about putting my mouth anywhere near urine. Even when I got some on my hand when using the bathroom I freaked out. I saw men sticking metal rods into their dicks, something they called sounding. It looked like a UTI waiting to happen, but it also looked hot. All the while, I watched the tops and bottoms, wondering what it would be like to fuck someone like Dominic does. I still hadn’t fucked anyone with my dick. I’d jerked it off and had it sucked by Dom, but that was it. Would Dominic let me fuck him, I wondered. I’d never thought about my role before. For Dominic, I was a bottom, but would I always be a bottom with him? Would I be a bottom with everyone? Would there be other people other than Dominic? There was so much I still didn’t know. Once I had masturbated six times, my loads thinner with each jerk off, I stumbled out to the kitchen to get some more water. I wore nothing but the dirty jock strap which I had been using to collect the loads. It was soaked through and showed all manner of stains. I was excited to wear it to the gym for the first time, adding my sweat to the mix. I already knew Dominic’s essence was infused within the fabric. It would be my turn soon. There was a knock on the door. I checked the time and realized how late it was. Dominic didn’t have a key, and the spare he had used was in the kitchen where he left it all those days ago. He’d need to keep it until I had one made. Feeling a bit sexy as I stood in just a jock, I sauntered to the door, ready to greet the man who would be fucking my brains out. Instead, I found Pastor Kline. He stood holding a container of soup which he nearly dropped upon seeing me almost completely naked. “Will,” he gasped. “Mark,” I said, ducking back behind the door. “I’m so sorry. I thought… well… I wasn’t thinking. My brains in a bit of a haze. You know I wouldn’t open my door like this normally.” “Of course,” he said. He craned his neck, eyes looking for what was behind the door. “How are you feeling?” “Better,” I told him. “I should be good enough to be back this Sunday.” “Don’t rush yourself,” he said, his eyes still distracted. “We’d hate to have you falling over in the lobby as you greeted everyone.” “I feel so much better. I’ll most definitely be back.” “That’s great to hear,” he said. “This is for you. My wife thought you’d like some soup. It always does the trick for me.” “Thanks,” I said, taking the soup. “Do you know what it was?” he asked. “Not yet,” I told him. “Could just be a bug.” “Could be,” he said. “Maybe food poisoning,” I added, seeing behind him Dominic coming down the hall. “Uh…” Pastor Kline turned, spotting Dominic. “Mr. Moore? This is a surprise.” “Yes,” Dominic said, his pace slowing. “It is.” “What are you doing here?” “Uh, well…” “He brought me some food the other day,” I lied. “You see, we were supposed to have a meeting on Tuesday, but because I didn’t feel well, I canceled. He felt bad for me and brought me food so I didn’t starve.” “Great minds think alike,” Pastor Kline said. “I told you, Dominic, that I could bring the containers to church with me Sunday,” I said, trying to act cool. “You didn’t have to come all this way.” “Well, I thought I’d just check in since I was in the neighborhood.” “Isn’t that nice,” Pastor Kline said. “Seeing someone who has only started to become a part of our family already making connections.” “Great connections,” Dominic said, passing me a quick wink. “Well, thank you, Pastor Kline,” I said, pulling the container of soup into my apartment. “I’ll see you Sunday.” “Sounds good, Will,” he said, leaving my door. He watched as Dominic continued forward. Dominic and I mimed a conversation until Pastor Kline was out of sight. “That could have been bad,” Dominic said. “I thought he was you,” I said. “We don’t look alike,” he said. “I mean, he’s good looking and all…” “I answered the door like this,” I said, stepping out to show him the lone jock strap. “Fuck,” he said, smiling. “How much did he see?” “Everything,” I told him. “I lied and said I just wasn’t thinking clearly.” “That explains why he was so stunned.” “I’ve got to be careful,” I told him. Dominic followed me inside. “I was able to get you an appointment Sunday,” he told me as I placed the soup in the fridge. “After church, of course.” “What appointment?” “To see if you’re poz,” he said. “But I have the fuck flu,” I reminded him. “Still, we need to make sure.” “Wait,” I said. “I just said I didn’t want anyone to find out. How am I supposed to go to a doctor without everyone finding out? Everyone around here knows the church. They’ll recognize me. Everyone will find out.” “I got you an appointment with my doctor,” he said. “On a Sunday?” “He owes me a favor,” Dominic told me. “What kind of favor?” “I pozzed him,” he said. “See, this one’s him.” He pointed out one of the tally marks on his arm. “You pozzed your doctor?” “I pozzed him before he was my doctor,” Dominic said. “We met online. He was a chaser and wanted to get pozzed. I offered my services. After he told me he was a doctor, I figured it was better to have not only a gay doctor as a friend but also one that understands all the kinks guys like us enjoy. He won’t tell anyone.” “If you’re sure,” I said. “Alright. After church.” Dominic and I fucked several times before Sunday, even sneaking one in before church. We arrived in different cars so no one would suspect us. As I stood in the lobby greeting everyone, I shook his hand just as I did with everyone. Everyone looked at me like the good man they all wanted their sons to become as they got older. Little did they know that the mouth that was greeting them had been sucking a dick only an hour before, poz cum running down my throat and into my stomach. We got to the doctor’s office to find only one vehicle in the parking lot. Their sign said they were closed, but Dominic said a door in the back had been left unlocked for us. He guided me inside and into an exam room in which a man was sitting. “Dom,” he said, standing and shaking hands. “How are you?” “I’m good,” he said. “The business is doing well.” “I hope so,” he said. “I’m hoping to get in soon for another tattoo. And who is this?” “Sorry. This is Will. Will, this is Doctor Wade.” Doctor Wade was shorter than Dominic and I, but his body was muscular, showing that he spent a good amount of time working out. His grip nearly crushed my hand. He was handsome, blonde hair which was styled perfectly. His eyes were a pure blue. “It’s good to meet you, Will,” he said. “And don’t worry, Dominic already told me all about you being worried that I’d tell people about you. Don’t worry. I’m the picture of discretion.” “Thanks,” I said. “We better get started,” he said. “I’m going to be taking some blood samples from you. If you could just strip down.” Dominic took a seat as I removed my clothes. Once I got down to the jock strap, Doctor Wade stretched out a hand, waving for me to hand over the jock. “This thing has seen some action,” he said. “Do you mind?” “No,” I said, not knowing what he meant. Doctor Wade lifted the jock to his nose and breathed deep. Seeing this man inhale my cum along with every other odor helped shoot my dick straight up. “There’s nothing better,” he said, placing the jock down on one of the open chairs. “Looks like Dom has found himself a hung bottom.” He went to the counter and opened a drawer, extracting a short measuring tape. He ran it along my dick. “Eight inches. You tear up holes too?” “No,” I said. “Not yet,” Dominic added. Doctor Wade sat on a stool and examined my dick, moving down to my balls. “Not just a big dick. You’ve got large testicles. Is your dad this big?” “I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ve never seen him naked.” “You’re a genetics jackpot,” he said. “Brothers?” “Two,” I said. “How about them?” “Jay’s dick is smaller,” I said. “His is thicker, though. Zack’s is the same size as me.” “This is a family I’d like to meet,” Doctor Wade said. “Hop on the table and I’ll start getting samples.” Dominic watched as Doctor Wade collected his samples. Once they were taken, Doctor Wade left us in the room while he started the tests. “How do you feel?” Dominic asked. “A little nervous,” I said. “I don’t know why. I already know I’m poz.” “This’ll be the proof,” Dominic said. His hand had started rubbing his dick through his pants. As I watched, my own dick started to harden, standing at attention once more. I started running my hand along my shaft, a bead of precum collecting at the top. “We’ll have your results in a few minutes,” Doctor Wade said as he entered the room. He looked at Dominic and me, a smile filling his face. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been fucked. Are there any takers?” “How about Will?” Dominic suggested. “Me?” I asked. “But, I haven’t fucked anyone before.” “Then I’ll be your happy first,” Doctor Wade said. He was already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a ripped chest beneath. He was hairless, his muscles clearly seen. As he removed his pants, I took the time to notice the tattoos on his body. There was a tribal tattoo on his shoulder while a scorpion tattoo was on his right peck. With his pants removed, he slipped out of his underwear, revealing a six inch dick which looked to be the same thickness of a soda can. He’d easily tear someone open from just his girth. Above his dick were the words, “Demon Dick” in cursive. “Let’s switch places,” he said. I climbed off the table, Doctor Wade taking my place. In his hand he held a bottle of lube and a popper vial. He squirted some of the lube in his hand and reached down to his ass, slathering his hole. He gave me the lube as he started taking hits off the poppers. I squirted some lube on my dick and made sure I was covered. “Fuck,” Doctor Wade said, finishing his hits. “Want some?” “Sure,” I said, taking the poppers. I inhaled, feeling the world spin and my body heat up. “Shove that huge dick inside me,” Doctor Wade said, spreading his cheeks. I’d never seen an asshole before. It looked so small. I couldn’t imagine anything fitting in there. I turned back to Dominic who was watching with interest. He nodded to me, his eyes directed to Doctor Wade’s hole. I tried to remember how Dominic had fucked me. I lined my dick up with Doctor Wade’s hole and slowly started to push inside, feeling slight resistance. “You’ll have to push harder than that,” Dominic said. “You can’t break me,” Doctor Wade told me. “Shove your cock into my hole. Give me your strain.” I did as I was told and shoved hard, my dick disappearing inside. Doctor Wade cried out, his hands tightening their grip on his ass. “Fuck, you’re huge!” “Are you alright?” I asked him. “Fuck, yeah I am,” he growled. “Come on. Fuck the shit out of me.” I pushed the remainder of my dick inside until my pubes met his ass. A wave of pleasure and warmth washed over me, my dick never feeling anything like it. I’d thought my hand could do the job. Turns out I had been wrong. Nothing felt like this. I pulled out slow and then pushed back in, trying to remember how I had seen them doing it in porn. I was clumsy at first, Dominic and Doctor Wade giving me orders. Soon, I was fucking Doctor Wade’s ass without a problem. “Fuck, you’re tearing me open,” he groaned. “I can feel you in my chest.” “Fuck, really?” I asked, wiping beads of sweat from my forehead. I could feel myself getting close. I looked back at Dominic and found him holding up his phone, recording us. “What are you doing, Will?” Dominic asked? “I’m fucking Doctor Wade,” I said, keeping my rhythm up. “And is this your first time fucking someone with your dick?” “Yes,” I said. “And what kind of cum are you going to shoot?” “Poz cum.” “And who pozzed you?” “You did, Daddy.” “And who else did I poz?” “You pozzed Doctor Wade.” “And now you’re giving him another round of poz cum?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Are you going to shoot?” Doctor Wade called, his hand jerking off his own dick. “I’m ready to cum.” “Almost,” I said, my thrusts quicker. “Fucking shoot in my hole,” Doctor Wade said. “Knock me up with your babies. Give me your poz cum. Infect me again.” “I’m infecting you with my poz cum.” “Do it. Shoot in me. Fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” Doctor Wade’s hole tightened around my dick, pulling me further inside him as ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering his face, chest, and abs. From his spasms my body shot into overdrive. “I’m cumming,” I cried, closing my eyes as the most powerful orgasm shook my body. My cock wouldn’t stop shooting into his ass, my cum flowing out of me like a faucet. I held onto Doctor Wade’s legs for support, my body shaking. “Fuck, it just keeps coming,” Doctor Wade said, looking down at me as my body continued to squirt more of my cum inside him. “You should have been a sperm donor.” “He’ll be donating his sperm,” Dominic said with a wicked smile. “It’ll be a little different than that, though.” Once my orgasm had ended, my cock slipped out of Doctor Wade’s ass, a drop of cum hanging from the head. Looking down, I realized I was seeing my cock for the first time being used as it was meant to be used. Doctor Wade climbed down from the table and handed me some wipes to clean myself up. He didn’t clean himself up, though. Instead, he left the room with my cum dripping out of his ass and his cum dripping down his body. “What’ll you do with that?” I asked Dominic, pointing at his phone. “I’m going to keep it so we can watch later,” he said. “Don’t worry. It won’t go online.” As I finished cleaning myself, I realized that there was a part of me that didn’t care if it was put online. There was a part of me that wanted other men to see me fucking someone like Doctor Wade. I wanted people to know that I had a huge dick and could keep cumming for what felt like an eternity. I wanted people to know. “Well,” Doctor Wade said, reentering the room. “I’ve got the results right here.” “And?” Dominic and I asked. “Congratulations,” Doctor Wade told us. “You’re positive. You’ve officially joined the brotherhood.” I turned to Dominic who was sporting the biggest smile I had ever seen anyone wear. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, holding my naked body close. “I’m so proud,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Now, you’ll have a piece of me with you forever.” “I’m yours forever,” I whispered back, meaning it.

Part Five: Will's Round 2 Once Dominic stopped shaking, he looked down at me as I continued cleaning the cum off my body. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he said. “Does Daddy’s Son like the taste of his own cum?” “I do, Daddy,” I said. “It tastes so good.” “In that case,” he said, “I’ve got something for you. Hold on.” Slowly, he pulled himself out of my ass and went to his desk. “First, I want to keep my cum inside you. You wouldn’t want to insult your Daddy by losing his cum, would you?” I shook my head, tilting my hips back, fearing his cum would pour out of my hole. He came back with a little device that looked like a weird triangle with a knob at the end. “This is a butt plug,” he said “It’ll keep everything where it needs to be. I’ll need to open your whole up again to get it in. This might hurt a bit. Your hole is tender from fucking.” As Dominic inserted his fingers, I felt a sharp pain. The cut must be opening again, I thought. It hurt worse this time, but seeing Dominic’s look of pride at sticking his fingers inside me made it all worth it. “Here it goes,” he said, shoving the butt plug into my ass. Feeling myself once again full brought about a sense of completion. It was as if I couldn’t live anymore without being filled. I waited as Dominic left the bedroom, returning a few moments later with a Tupperware container in one hand and a plastic water bottle in the other. In both there was something white, the container being solid while the plastic water bottle sloshed around. “Seeing as you like cum so much,” he said, opening the container, “I’ve got a treat for you.” “What is it, Daddy?” I asked. “Frozen cum,” he said. “I’ve been collecting cum from condoms I’ve found and I’ve frozen it in this container. What do you say, do you want to suck on it while I fuck you again?” “Are you ready to again?” I asked him. I looked down at his dick and saw it standing at the ready. I could also see cum still sticking to the head along with traces of blood. This worried me at first, but Dominic had warned me that bleeding sometimes happened. “Is it going to hurt again?” “I’ll use this,” he said, shaking the water bottle. “It’s some of my cum. I’ll use it as lube. Are you ready for round two?” While a part of me couldn’t imagine going again so soon, I saw my dick growing, ready for another round. “Fuck me again, Daddy,” I told him. “You’ve got it,” he said. He reached into the container and pulled out a large glob that looked like ice except for the white-yellow color. He lifted it up to his mouth and ran his tongue along the outside. “Cum tastes so fucking good. Here, this is for you.” I took the cum, struggling to hold it as it was both cold and slippery. A drop fell onto my chest, mixing into my chest hair. “Eat up quick,” Dominic said. “If you don’t, it’ll melt.” I brought the cum to my mouth and did as Dominic had done, running my tongue along the outside. Other than it being cold, it tasted just like my cum. I licked again and again, savoring the flavor. How had I gone twenty-nine years without knowing this taste? How had I jerked off so many times before without realizing the delicious miracle I’d been shooting into socks or down the drain? As I licked the cum, Dominic grabbed my legs and pulled them toward the ceiling. “Tilt your hips up again, Son. I’m going to take the butt plug out, but I don’t want any of my cum to slip out. That’s right. There you go. Let me see. Your hole’s staying open all by itself. That’s a good boy. Soon we’ll have your hole nice and open all the time, no lube needed. Alright, I’m going to pour some of my cum from the bottle into your hole, Son. Hold still while I work it inside of you. This may sting again. I’ll try to be careful.” I watched as he brought the bottle up to my raised ass and started pouring the cum into me. “That’s it. That’s going in nicely. I’m going to push some in, Son.” He worked his fingers inside of me, my hole stinging even more than before. “It hurts, Daddy,” I whined. “Take another hit,” he said. “But the cum.” “Put it on your chest and take a few hits,” he said. I did as I was told. After a few hits, the pain had lessened. Taking the cum, I found some of it had melted on my chest, joining the glob from before. “You don’t want to waste that cum,” he said. “Rub it into your chest hair. It’ll soak into your skin and make you strong.” “Alright, Daddy.” As I licked the cum with one hand holding the cold glob, I messaged the melted cum into my chest hair, slicking it around until I was covered. With my hand covered in cum, I reached down and rubbed it into my pubic hair. With the cum that melted on my face, I rubbed it into my stubble, making sure all my hair except for the hair on my head and in my armpits was covered in cum. “That’s hot, Son,” he said, lowering my legs. The water bottle was nearly empty. What remained he poured onto his cock which he started to rub until he was completely covered. “I’m not going to ease myself in this time, Son. I’m going to fuck hard from the start. Are you ready?” I nodded, not wanting to remove the cum from my mouth. “Round two,” he said, grabbing my ankles and shoving his dick inside. I cried out, stars appearing before my eyes. I nearly dropped the frozen cum as he slammed into me. As my cry died down, I could hear the sloshing of his dick as it pumped into my ass, his cum moving within my hole. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Your hole is just as good as the first time. Maybe even better.” “Fuck me hard, Daddy.” “I will, Son. You’ll be full of my cum before the night’s over. Don’t worry. I won’t let you leave without your stomach being full of cum.” “Fill me, Daddy.” “I will, Son.” Dominic was slamming into me, resting my legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward, hovering over me, looking into my eyes. “Get a big glob of cum in your mouth and kiss me,” he said. I licked until I had a suitable amount and then placed it on my chest again, Dominic leaning in and kissing me. The cum mixed between our tongues, filling our mouths. His chest was pressing into the frozen cum, our combined body heat melting the cum over my body. By the time he was done, the cum had melted on my body, leaving me drenched. He ran his hand over my chest, stopping over my heart which was pounding. “This is forever,” he said. “Right here. Is that what you want? Do you want this forever?” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, the smell of cum filling my mind. It’s all I could smell. It’s all I could taste. It’s all I could feel other than Dominic’s huge cock which was intensifying its thrusts. “Are you ready for load two?” “Give it to me, Daddy. Cum inside me again.” “What are you?” “I’m yours, Daddy.” “No,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “You’re my cumwhore. You’re my pig. You’re my deviant fuckhole that needs Daddy’s cum. Tell me. Tell me what you are.” “I’m your cumwhore. I’m your pig. I’m your deviant fuckhole that needs your cum.” “That’s right, Son. Here it comes.” He pushed inside one more time and then held me close, his cock pumping his cum into my ass. This time, my cock didn’t shoot any cum. This time, it was all about Daddy. As he came down from his high, he looked down at my cock and saw it still rock hard. Pulling himself out, Dominic pushed the butt plug back inside and lowered me down, sliding off the bed himself. He pulled the jock’s pouch down under my balls and held my cock at the base, angling it toward his mouth. He looked at me in the eye as he took the entirety of my cock down his throat. “Fuck,” I cried, my body shaking as he blew me. He ran his hand along my shaft as his mouth played with my head, licking my slit. “That’s right, baby. Give me your load. Give me your last clean load” My body tensed as my balls rose into my body, my cock pumping into his mouth. I came even more than before, more than I had ever in my life. As my last spurt ended, Dominic rose from my cock and grabbed the water bottle from before and brought it to his mouth, dribbling my cum inside. “We’ll save that for another time,” he said. “So, what did you think?” “That was… incredible,” I said, still trying to catch my breath. “Was it everything you wanted?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Daddy,” I said. I sat up and moved my legs off the bed, Dominic’s hand reaching out and stopping me. “Where do you think you’re going?” “I was going to clean myself and go home,” I said. “You aren’t cleaning yourself,” Dominic said. “And you aren’t going home. Not tonight. I want you to sleep here with me.” “Really?” He nodded. “I want to give you two more loads before you leave tomorrow morning. I’ll let you rest tonight, but tomorrow morning, I’m opening you up again.” I smiled, happy that he wanted me to stay. I crawled back on the bed and laid back. I watched as Dominic took the water bottle with my cum inside back out of the room, returning later wearing a new jock strap. He climbed into bed next to me, slipping the jockstrap I had on off and wiping it across my chest, collecting the remaining cum. Once the fabric was soaked through, he slipped it back on me. He moved me to my side and pressed himself against my back, wrapping his arm around me. I felt so warm. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. Dominic fucked me twice the next morning. By the time I left, we had both cum two more times. Both of my loads he collected and added to the water bottle from the night before. I asked him what he was going to do with it, and he told me that I’d find out eventually. I left with the butt plug in my ass while I was also wearing the jockstrap from the night before under my clothes, my boxers staying with Dominic. “You can get them the next time you’re here,” he said. “When will that be?” I asked. “I’ll be out of town later this week for a convention,” he told me. “There’s a tattoo convention that I’ve been dying to go to for years. I’ll be back sometime late next week.” “I’ll see you then,” I told him. “Yes you will,” he said. “Keep the plug in for a while.” “Why?” “Just trust me,” he said. As the elevator stopped, the doors opened and I found a man standing inside. Upon seeing me, his eyes got wide and a huge smile filled his face. “I don’t fucking believe it,” he said. “He actually did it.” “Did what?” I asked. “Who are you?” “Dominic told me he was inviting a pastor over to his apartment. I’m guessing you’re him.” “Uh, yeah. I am.” The man’s smile grew. “He fucked you.” “What? How do you know that?” “Honey, I know the walk of shame when I see it.” The elevator doors closed, and we waited as it descended. “So,” he said, “how was it?” I blushed. “It was good.” “Just good?” “It was incredible,” I told him. “Not that I have anything to compare it to.” “Shut the fuck up,” he said. “You’re not telling me that was your first time getting fucked by a guy, are you?” “It was my first time, period,” I told him. “Why am I telling you this?” The doors opened and I left him standing stunned. I went to my car and climbed in, finding my ass hurting from being fucked. I checked my phone, having forgotten to check it last night. There was a voicemail from Pastor Kline. “Hey, Will. It’s Mark. I just wanted to ask if you spoke any more with Dominic Moore? I saw you still talking with him when I left, and I just wanted to know if you were able to get any further with him? Give me a call when you can.” I dialed his number and waited. “Hello, this is Pastor Kline,” he said. “Hi, Mark. It’s Will.” “Will, how are you?” “I’m good,” I told him. “I just heard your message. Sorry, I was busy last night.” “That’s fine,” he said. “So, did you go any further with Mr. Moore?” “We did,” I told him, grinding my ass on my seat, feeling the butt plug pressing against my prostate. “I think it’s the start of a great friendship.” Almost two weeks passed with little happening. I left the butt plug in like Dominic said, taking it out only when I finally had to shit. When I pulled it out over the toilet, I was shocked by the amount of cum that came rushing out. I was also surprised by the color. It was a deep pink. I moved my hand back and touched my hole, cringing at the soreness. Looking at my fingers, I could see the pink cum and bits of blood. I tried to calm myself. Dominic said this happens. Just keep cool. Everything is fine. I cleaned myself and threw my clothes in my hamper, keeping the jockstrap hanging in the bathroom. Dominic wanted me to let the cum from the night before to dry on it. He also wanted me to jerk off twice a day until I saw him again, making sure each load ended up in the jockstrap. I was more than willing to take these orders. At work, I couldn’t think of anything but Dominic. All I wanted was to feel him inside of me. Every night I jerked off thinking about him. Each morning I jerked of wishing he was next to me. On Wednesday as I was in my office, I found myself rubbing my cock through my pants. Slowly, I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped, reaching inside and pulling out my cock. I started pumping, getting hard immediately. I didn’t have the jockstrap with me, but I needed to cum. I blew my load on my shirt, leaning back in my seat until I could regain my breath. I opened my drawer to retrieve my spare shirt but realized I hadn’t replaced it from the last time. I sat in my office with my cum drying on my shirt. What was I supposed to do? I closed up shop and snuck through the church, racing to my car before anyone could see me.

In a technical sense I was the one doing the molesting when I was around 12 years old. I started touching and exploring my father's naked body as he was drunk and past out on the couch in the den. Over the months I got bolder when he did not wake up and started licking and sucking on his hairy sweaty arm pits, nipples, cock & cocks, and ass. A couple times I was able to get him to cum, and a few times he was so drunk he started pissing in his sleep and I drank it. One night he either was not as drunk as I thought he was, or I did not wait long enough for him to pass out. He "woke" up to find me with his cock in my mouth. He ended up using me as his cock sucking, cum swallowing, urinal that night, and it was the start of 5 years of sexual experiences with him. Eventually my older brother caught us, and after I convinced him that I seduced our father and he was not doing anything to me I did not want, he started to use me as his cumdump fuck-hole as well. I convinced my brother by demonstrating my cock and ball sucking, and rimming skills. Dad and my older brother would eventually be my first father and son threeway, my first spit roast, and first double penetration. At first they used me separately, but one day neither of them wanted to wait until the other finished. In a way they also became my pimps as they would whore me out. Dad whored me out to his poker buddies and bar owners he owed money to, and my brother whored me out to his high school football team and wrestling team mates, his pot dealer, and later guys in his military unit. As I was 14 or so when they started using my ass and whoring me out, it might be considered rape, even though I was never forced.

Part 2: As Sam slowly started rubbing his dripping cock along Rob’s hole, Michael took off his pants and asked rob if he wanted to fuck his hole and before Rob could respond Michael took Rob’s cock and placed it in his hole and pushback onto rob. Rob very quickly realized he was now in the middle of a sandwich. Rob with Michael’s tight hole and the long blow job he was receiving lasted only a couple of minutes before blasting a weeks worth of cum inside of Michael. At he was cumming, Sam was plowing Rob’s ass filling it with a hard cock for the first time and without Rob realizing it, his first toxic cock at that. Sam increased his pace as he wanted to be the first to breed Rob’s ass before Rob asked any questions. Michael peeled himself off Rob’s cock and licked it the cum off of his Rob’s softening cock. As Sam said he was going to cum, Michael stood up and started kissing rob pushing the cum from Rob’s cock back into his mouth. Once Sam finished cumming he pulled out of Rob’s ass and his pink tinge cock was quickly licked clean by Michael as well. Rob stumbled to the floor with Michael and Sam joining him. Rob was in a daze but Michael & Sam were grinning ear to ear. They realized not only did they have their next guy to convert to the brotherhood they realized they had someone who had the potential to be as dirty and piggy as them. Plus they had a mutual friend who was single looking for a partner and they realized Rob could be a great partner so the wheels began turning on how to set them up. Rob meanwhile realized what he had done and the first thought was to tell Sam and Michael that he was clean because he didn’t want them to worry. All Sam and Michael said we don’t worry about such things anymore and you shouldn’t either. Sam invited Rob over to their place for a pool party Saturday evening. Michael said it would be a great chance meet some other neighbors and they always have a great time. Sam told Rob these were very close friends like a “brotherhood” and he would fit right in with them. Rob started to make an excuse about why he couldn’t come over but Sam would have none of that and told him it would be an insult if he didn’t show up and all he needed to bring was his body and swim trunks. Too be continued

25? I was a late bloomer in all things sexual. Nothing fancy met him through A4A a local Porta Rican hipster on the west side of Chicago. I was taking it raw only from regular fuck buds at that time. Saw on his profile that he only played safe (this was pre-prep). I was fine with that I just wanted dick. We got buzzed on whiskey and got to it. He was more dominant than I expected. I was on my back and was reaching for the condom when he jammed himself in. 45 minutes later he dropped his load. We didn't even discuss his status after. Rolled the dice, didn't go to the doctors to get pep nor get tested until 2 months later.