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Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**

Part 13: Take of His Body I could feel my orgasm approaching, and from Dominic’s quickening pace, he was close too. “Are you ready to blow, baby?” Dominic asked, his hands on my hips, fingers digging into my skin. “Are you ready to give him your gift?” “I am,” I said, looking into Pastor Kline’s eyes and seeing the realization hit him. For a brief moment, he looked afraid. Then, he looked ravenous, like there was nothing he wanted more than to be on his back, a dick in his ass, ready to accept a toxic load of cum into his body. “We’ll come together,” Dominic whispered into my ear. “Make him ours.” “Yes, sir,” I said, my balls pulling up into my body, my body surging with a rush of warmth as my orgasm began. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” “Do it. Knock up his ass,” Dominic cried out. “Infect his body. Give him our toxic load. Damn his body.” “Fuck,” I groaned, eyes closing as my hole tightened around Dominic’s dick, my prostate pulsing from his rhythmic pounding. My dick pulsed inside Pastor Kline’s ass, shooting our several streams of cum. “I’m cumming too,” Dominic groaned, his arms reaching around me, holding me close, as he forced himself all the way in. I could feel his warm cum flooding my guts, some slipping out of my ass and running down my legs. I fell forward, pushing further into Pastor Kline whose dick started shooting out cum without effort, no hands required. Though his dick was small, he produced a good amount of cum. It was a bit watery, running down his sides and collecting on the bed. I reached a finger down and wiped some up, bringing it to my mouth. It wasn’t the best tasting cum, but it was alright. Clearly, he was the type of man meant to take cock and cum in the ass rather than dish it out. How quickly my mind had been turned toward the depraved. How quickly Dominic had infected both my body and my mind. As we all basked in the afterglow, the realization of what had just happened hit me. I had just fucked Pastor Kline, the man I looked up to as a man of God, now a cum-loving pig begging for my poz cum. What else about this man did I not know? What else about the men at our church was I unaware of. Were there others like him, men wanting nothing more than to be fucked senseless or bend another man over and fuck his brains out? The idea of finding more like us brought a smile to my face, my dick pumping several more shots of cum into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Was it everything you thought it would be?” Dominic asked, his dick slipping out of my ass. He walked over to Pastor Kline, pushing his dick over his face. “It was more than I could have imagined,” Pastor Kline said, opening his mouth and taking Dominic’s dick. I watched as he cleaned off Dominic’s cum and the juices from my ass. I could feel myself already getting hard. “I think it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pulling his dick away from Pastor Kline. “Why don’t you feed the good pastor a taste of his own ass.” “Sounds good,” I said. My dick slipped out, growing harder. There was cum and streaks of blood on my dick. “Looks like you opened him well,” Dominic said, admiring my work. He knelt down and reached his hand to Pastor Kline’s ass, sticking a two fingers inside, causing Pastor Kline to flinch. “You’ll be getting a lot more than that in a second,” he said. “I feel so empty,” Pasor Kline said. “That’s the sign of a true cum pig,” Dominic told him. “You’ll find yourself needing a dick in you every second. All you’ll want is someone dumping a load of toxic cum in your ass. Lucky for you, you’ll have someone more than willing to do it just in the office down the hall.” Pastor Kline looked at me as I stood over him, my dick hanging down near his face. “Isn’t that what you want?” Dominic asked. “Absolutely,” Pastor Kline said, opening his mouth and taking my dick inside. He cleaned me off, tasting himself and the poz load I’d just injected. “Will scratched you up pretty good,” Dominic said. “I think I could do better.” He dug his nails into Pastor Kline’s inner lining, causing him to squirm. “It hurts,” he said, my dick falling from his mouth. “A real cum pig doesn’t notice the pain,” Dominic said. “You notice only the pleasure in the pain. You’ll crave it. You’ll want nothing more than for a man with a real cock to stretch your ass open, threatening to split you in two.” “It is what I want,” he groaned. “Split me in two.” “With pleasure,” Dominic said, standing and lining his dick up to Pastor Kline’s hole. “I’m not going to be slow. I’m not going to be gentle. This will hurt.” He pushed forward, burrowing his entire dick into Pastor Kline’s ass, his balls smacking against his taint. Pastor Kline’s back arched, his hands reaching out, finding my arm, which he held onto tightly. His eyes were closed tight, face red, as he waited for the pain to subside. It seemed to be lasting a long time as his grip on my hand remained tight. “I think I’ve found your second sphincter,” Dominic said. “It’s about time someone broke through. Now you’re really a bottom slut.” “Thank you, sir,” Pastor Kline moaned, his grip starting to loosen. “Will,” Dominic said, his pace quick as he slammed into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Climb on top of his chest and straddle him. I think he needs to learn how to eat an ass.” I climbed over Pastor Kline, a foot on either side of his chest, and lowered myself down until I was on my knees, my ass to his face. I was facing Dominic who was staring into my eyes, a hungry look arresting my attention. “Spread your cheeks,” he said, “and lower yourself down onto his face. I want him to eat my load out of your ass.” I grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, already feeling the cum inside starting to slip out of my hole. I looked back at Pastor Kline who was staring into my crack, his tongue darting out of his lips in anticipation. I lowered myself down until his nose and mouth were burrowed inside me. “Start eating,” Dominic said. I could feel Pastor Kline’s tongue darting against my hole, sending chills throughout my body. He was licking clean the cum that was dripping out, my sweat mixing with the juices. “Push some out for him,” Dominic said. “What if I fart a little?” I asked. “He’s a cum pig. It comes with the territory. Whatever you give him, he’ll be happy to take. Isn’t that right, pastor?” I heard a moan in response, the vibration of his voice tickling my ass. I strained as I tried to push out Dominic’s cum, feeling the warmth leaving my body. With ever push, there was a bit of gas released, but Pastor Kline seemed to like it. I kept pushing until every drop of cum was now in his mouth or covering his face. “Do you like the smell of a real man’s ass?” Dominic asked. Another moan suggested he did. “Push again,” Dominic said, winking at me. I pushed and more gas come out, Pastor Kline squirming under me. His hands reached up and grabbed my ass, and as I thought he was going to try to push me off, he took hold and pulled me further down on his face. “He likes it.” Dominic said. “We’ve got a true pig on our hands.” “I guess so,” I said. “When was the last time you pissed?” Dominic asked. “It’s been a while,” I said. “It’s unhealthy to hold urine in for long. How about we see what else Pastor Kline likes.” I lifted myself off Pastor Kline’s face and turned myself around, straddling his chest. There was cum and other liquids all over his face which his tongue was quickly trying to clean up. “Pastor,” Dominic started, “Will is going to give you another gift. There’s nothing a man likes more than feeding a pig his load. But giving a pig a stomach full of piss is also exciting.” Pastor Kline’s eyes fell to my dick and then looked up at me. He looked uncertain, but his mouth started to open as I leaned forward and rested the head on his tongue. I felt the warmth rising as my stream shot into his mouth, the golden liquid hitting the back of his throat. I could tell he was caught off guard, his hands grabbing my legs, but he didn’t close his mouth. “Swallow,” I said as I watched the piss collect in his mouth, threatening to pour out over his chin and chest. He swallowed the piss, his face contorting for a moment at the taste, but after a second, I found a change in his eyes. Where there had been dislike or concern, there was now enjoyment and desire. I didn’t need to remind him to swallow again as he was taking in my piss as quickly as he could. Once I was finished, he took my dick into his mouth and milked whatever remained inside. “I think he liked it,” I said, watching as Pastor Kline sucked my dick like a baby animal sucking from its mother’s teat. “Have you ever drank piss before?” Dominic asked. Pastor Kline shook his head. “But you will from now on, right?” Pastor Kline nodded. “When you’re at work,” Dominic said, “I don’t want you using the bathroom. Piss into a cup and drink it. When Will has to piss, he’ll come into your office and you’ll swallow everything he gives you. Understood?” Pastor Kline nodded, my dick slipping from his mouth. “Yes, sir. Every drop.” “Who knows,” Dominic said. “Maybe, we’ll get your son here, and you’ll drink his piss too. How does that sound?” “Delicious,” Pastor Kline said. “That’s a good cum and piss pig,” Dominic said, his pace quickening. “Are you ready for another load?” “Yes, sir.” “You’ve got it,” he said, slamming his dick into Pastor Kline’s ass, his body shuddering as he shot ropes of cum into his body. “You’ll be ours before long. Don’t you worry.” “Thank you, sir,” Pastor Kline said, looking up into my eyes. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” We shot two more loads of cum each into Pastor Kline’s hole along with piss from Dominic and myself before we called it a night. Dominic gave Pastor Kline a butt plug which he shoved into his ass, turning it around, angering the cuts inside. “You’ll leave this in as long as you can,” Dominic told him. “You want the cum to take.” “Yes, sir.” “You’ll be taking loads from Will every day while you’re at work. As many as you can. Then, I want you here a few times a week, taking both of our loads until we’ve converted you. Understand?” Pastor Kline nodded. “This is your life now. You’ll think of nothing but cock, cum, and piss. Whatever man wants to use you, you’ll agree. Your soul purpose is to be a bottom pig. If I want to dump my load into you right before you go up and preach on Sunday, you had better be ready to hold my cum inside the entire time you’re up there.” “Absolutely, sir. I understand.” “Good.” “I’ll walk you out,” I told Pastor Kline. We walked down the hall and got into the elevator. “I know this must be a bit awkward,” Pastor Kline said. “Not awkward,” it told him. “I’m just surprised. I never knew.” “That was kind of the point,” he said. “Though, there were many times when I was hitting on you that I was sure you’d start to get suspicious.” I knew the times he was talking about, but I didn’t say anything. “How will you explain all this to your wife?” “I don’t plan on explaining,” he said. “We never have sex anymore, so I won’t infect her. I go out to speak with church members all the time, so going out to get fucked won’t be all that hard. Honestly, I’m surprised I never tried it before.” “Now, Pastor Matthews…” “He’s as straight as they come,” Pastor Kline said. “And, from what I know, he’s not very big or good in bed.” “Good to know.” “As for other men in our church,” Pastor Kline said, “there are two or three married men who I’ve always believed are closeted. I think we have a chance with some of them.” “I’m not trying to poz the entire male population of our church,” I said. “I know,” he said as the elevator reached the bottom floor. “But imagine if we did. Image what our men’s retreats could be like then.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope it isn't getting too dirty for you. Don't worry. There won't be anything beyond piss. Another member of their party will soon be arriving. Jay's status will be known. Pastor Kline's journey begins. Let me know if you blow a load. Post a picture if you want. Happy Sunday.

Usual bookstore fuck tonight. A 30 yr.old, into my daddy vibe, started sucking my cock like a professional. I really was in the mood for ass, so I took my cock out of his mouth and asked him if I could fuck him now that he got me hard. He was acting like it was a difficult choice, yammering about it being so public, etc. Thankfully, a smaller bearded guy, maybe 40, had been watching us the whole time and he presented his ass asap to me. So I turn away from guy #1 and focus on this new fella. Rubbing his cheeks and crack, I discovered his hole was dry. I rubbed some spit on it, and some of my leaking precum. The guy bends over and allows me to enter his tight hole in one gentle push. His obedience really got me going, and I started fuckin him steady. Guy #1 got up and left. Not that I cared, and I just focused on giving this sexy guy my nut. I told him I was going to shoot as deep into him as I could, and he gripped my cock harder and milked me until I blasted out my load. Once my cock stopped throbbing, he slid off it, sat down in front of me and licked my cock clean. He even pulled my underwear up. I rubbed his face/beard with my hand, and told him I hoped he enjoys that load in his ass. He thanked me, and I headed for the door.

I agree. This is an exceptionally hoT beginning. Usually I don't like "teaser" first chapters, my own preference is if the writer includes SOME sexual acts in the first chapter, for a number of reasons: 1. to catch my attention and see if his personal style of writing about sex turns me on, 2. to get me more enthusiastic about future additions to the story, and 3. all of us, including me in my real pnp experiences blog on here, sometimes lose track of a story - not picking it back up for a while, or sometimes not even getting PAST the first chapter... hey, it happens and we are all doing this for free, but without at least some sex in the story if it becomes one of the abandoned, I do feel a bit cheated, especially if the setup is unique or particularly hot or both. Despite having only a bit of cock rubbing and the beginning of nip play, this first chapter satisfies without having any full out sex - a difficult thing to do and I commend you! Thank you! And I hope some additional chapters start soon if you can as this tale does do a more unusual take on the whole 'seduced by chems' trope that though sometimes cliche, are still among my favoriTe type of porn story.

had a bbc come over for a quick breeding.. sucked him at 1st said he need my hole or he would cum, so i turned around while he in a chair & backed up talking his dick slowly to get used to it, after as few minutes he force me down on my stomach & buried his cock into me.. he doesnt like to go in out he just stays buried deep & tries to go deeper. next he pushed 1 leg forward repositioned himself to pump his load in me.. i search for my plug after he left & its holding that load in for the night.

While Daddy Mason's bare black poz cock continued to use and pleasure Trevor's surrendered boihole we watched as Leather Daddy opened the front door again. Unable to stop myself a deep moan of lust came from my mouth and I felt my still-hard cock and hungry ass twitch. At the door was a man I had seen and chatted with on A4A just a few weeks ago. I had told Daddy about him and we'd all chatted online all of us turned on by the thought of the nasty dark revelry we could have together. The dude was 6'1”, 180 solid muscled pounds covered in dark fur from neck to waist. His profile had said he was 30, bi and married and was poz!! I had told Daddy and him how much I wanted his cheating married cock and cum inside my slutty holes! And now here he was! “Hey stud”, Leather Daddy said pulling his shirtless body through the door and closing it behind him. “Glad you could make it. We've been going with the white cuntboi since Friday night and finally got him to beg for poz loads! And I know you remember my boy”, he finished, directing the new stud's attention to me. “Fuck yeah I remember him, Sir. I remember how hot his fuckhole looked online and his hunger for my thick married cock.” “You really married dude?”, Daddy Mason asked as he slammed his black fuckstick into Trevor's wet sloppy hole. The new stud held up his left hand showing off the wedding ring on his third finger. “Sure the fuck am”, he said lewdly, “and there's nothing hotter for me than to fuck and party with other horny studs behind her back! It's a huge turn on!” “Hell yeah it is!” Leather Daddy said. Then motioned to the bag the guy held in his other hand. “Do you have what I think you have in that bag man?” “Sure do”, he answered pulling out 3 syringes, a couple pieces of rope and a bag full of T. “Hot fucking damn!” Daddy Mason hollered. “This fuck party is about to get so much hotter and nastier!” He looked at Trevor who didn't know what was going on. “You think you've had fun so far, pig, but you are gonna get blown away when this s*it happens!” “I want it Daddy Mason if it's what you want me to do.” “Sweet”, said the new arrival. “He's a sleazy good fuckpig isn't he?” “The fucking best”, Leather Daddy and Daddy Mason said at the same time. “How about you take off those tight raggedy shorts and show us what you have underneath them man”, Daddy suggested. “You know how hot it made my boy when he saw it online.” The hairy sweaty stud grinned sensually and handing the points and gear to Daddy, peeled down his snug shorts, past his muscled hairy thighs then off his sexy feet tossing them aside. Now standing there was an adonis, a pe*vy poz adonis, wearing a tight pair of baby blue women's bikini underwear, soaked with precum and straining against the hard flesh it barely covered. “OMG!” I breathed. “I bet those don't look anywhere near as hot on your wife as they do on your hot body stud!” He looked at me and grinned hungrily. Looking me in the eyes he replied, “You fucking know that's right, boy! And they look just as good OFF of me too. How about you come over here and find out cockwhore?” I didn't need to be told twice. I literally crawled the few feet between him and me and kneeled in front of him, the need in my black fucked up eyes. He turned to Leather Daddy and asked, “You wanna see your boy suck and worship my fat dirty cock?” “Hell yeah man! Do it! Use his throat for your own twis*ted pleasure and feed him your toxic cum. He won't resist”, he finished with a seductive look to me. Just at that moment we all turned our attention to Daddy Mason and Trevor as Daddy Mason bellowed, “You ready for your Black Master's 3rd load of poz cum whore?!” Trevor moaned. “Third?! Hot fucking damn!! Yes Sir, please give me more of your dirty cum and knock me the fuck up!” “Here it cums boy! Take every filthy unmedicated thick rope of Daddy Mason's cum and let it become part of you!” With that we watched him convulse and buck up into Trevor's stretched sleazy boihole. When they both had caught their breath the new guy looked down at me again. “I think you were about to worship my cock and drink my cum. But first, let's all get slammed then really fucking PARTY!!”

I guess you could say that Steve and I are dating - though we've not formalized anything at all. We meet a few months ago on BBRT. He came over and we spent the weekend getting high on tina and fucking. I hadn't partied in nearly 4 years and welcomed the chance to let my inner slut out and be a nasty little cum dump for the weekend. Drugs really let me come alive. Steve is 27, tall and skinny with a fat uncut dick and shaved pubes. Except for his broad shoulders, you might mistake him for a bottom twink, which he is not. He's well worked-out and has tight defined muscles. And he's quite aggressive. When he came over that first weekend he was wearing a scooped muscle shirt which came off immediately as he entered my apartment. Under the sweat shorts was a sexy jockstrap that contained his 9" dick. Waisting little time he brought out the pipe and we started blowing clouds and making out. He started getting all verbal. "What do you want," he asked? "I need to be used," I said almost desperately. "I need to be a cumdump." Steve happily obliged and proceeded to dominate and pound me throughout our cloudy night. I got two thick loads pumped deep in my hole, and plenty of spit on my face and in my throat. This boy knew how to take charge and he liked being a power top pig. Now here's the weird part. The following weekend Steve texted to see if I wanted to hang out. Of course I did! He invited me to dinner. I think it was a date! Can you believe that? Me either. Afterwards we went back to my place and fucked. We didn't party again, but that doesn't mean that the sex was watered down. Steve resumed his powerful role over me and pounded my hole raw with his massive uncut dick all the while calling me a nasty cumdump slut -- which got me off so hard. We continued hooking up. Not every weekend but enough. And we started talking about what sorta stuff we were into and wanted to do. I had never really opened up about my desires for slutty and raunchy sex with anyone while being sober. But Steve easily got it all out of me. I explained how I wanted to be in a gangbang with a bunch of guys. He told me how he always wanted a regular hook-up who he could pass back-and-forth with his friends. I even mentioned my fascination with taking piss up my hole. He really liked that idea! One night we were lying in bed, my ass dripping with his cum -- he always made me sleep with his load in me -- we were talking about sex and fantasies we wanted to do. And then he got kinda serious. "So you're, like, really open to some [banned word] situations then, hu?" he asked. "Well, yea," I admitted. "Especially when I'm high - I'm down for quite a lot." "Well that might happen again soon," he said. I was excited. "So I'm going to share something with you. Don't let it bother you." I was really intrigued. So far Steve has been totally confident and unabashed in bed. Nothing that I've said has thrown him, and he's allowed me to tap into my raunch pig side so easily. "My younger brother is coming into town for a visit and will be around for just under a week," he said. I was, like - OK. No biggie. I figured that meant Steve would be busy playing host and not around much - which was no big deal. "He's 24 and straight," he said. "He'll be out here looking for work." Steve sat up on his arm and looked directly at me. "I came out in high school," he said. "It wasn't a big deal for anyone in my family. But my brother and I had been sorta messing around a little, like boys do." "And when I went off to college Travis would come up and stay with me in the dorm sometimes. Anyway, he's been fucking me for years." I was turned on and really curious. I'm sure my face had lit up some hearing this. "He's totally straight," I asked? "Yea. He dates women. Always has. But he's always take advantage of the fact that I'm gay to get off by, basically using me the way I fuck you. He's really dominant and aggressive, the way I am with you." "I can't imagine you with your legs in the air bottoming," I admit. At this point I'm stroking Steves uncut cock which is rock hard and leaking pre-cum. "He's the only one who I've let top me. And he doesn't give me much choice. When he visits he sleeps in my bed and has his way with me. I know he loves me as a brother, but when we're together he calls me his faggot fuck hole and uses me like a cheap whore." At this point I roll Steve onto his back and sit my cum-filled ass down on his rock hard dick and start riding him hard. The sounds of his last load slosh in my guts as his raw dick slides in and out of me. "Fuck! Did that turn you on," he asked? "Hell yea it did!" Steve then flips us around, throws my legs over his broad shoulders and slides his dick in my sloppy hole but just leaves it there. Then, looking deep into my eyes, which are practically in the back of my head he says in a deep and seductive tone, "you like the idea of my straight brother using this faggot to get off, hu you nasty little slut?" And with that he spit in my mouth and began fucking me like the slutty faggot that I am!

I’ve always been hypersexual and had an extremely high libido so I’ve just been able to lean in more and more. Sex is one of the most important things to me and I love getting fucked more than anything. Every morning I wake up thinking about taking cock & whenever I have free time I just wanna spend it getting fucked. No better feeling than a man unloading inside me and it makes me feel so good to offer up my pussy for anyone who wants it. Of course I have other things going on but my goal in life is also to have as much sex with as many men as possible & it has been since I was a teen getting into gay porn for the first time and starting to give blow jobs. Always known I was meant to be a bottom cock slut. So I rarely feel like my sex life is interfering with other things because there’s not much else I’d rather do. If anything, I watch too much porn & spend too much time beating off when I could be getting fucked instead. That’s the main reason I wear a chastity cage now, to make myself stop focusing on my dick. I don’t jack off at home anymore, If I get in the mood for it I just fuck myself with a dildo. A lot of the guys that fuck me like to see me cum while they’re inside of me, so I try to save it for them. The only reason I should deserve to cum anyways is if it’s to satisfy a top. I don’t need to cum or even get hard I just need to be fucked like a slut and my pussy filled with cum

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.

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 !!!

Part 12: Will Meets the Third Member “You’re back,” Dominic exclaimed. He was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a jock strap. It was good to see him. It was good to see so much of him. “One of these days, you’re going to open your door like that, and it’s going to be a scout selling cookies,” I told him. “Until then, get in here. I’ve got a surprise for you.” “I’ve got one for you,” I told him. “Is it about your brother?” I nodded. “What happened?” “I fucked him a few times,” I told him, noticing his hand reaching down and fondling his jock which was straining to hold his cock. “I tried to wear a condom so I didn’t poz him.” Dominic shivered, sticking out his tongue. “I hate even hearing the word ‘condom.’” “Well, he took one and poked holes in it so it would rip.” Dominic’s hand stopped moving, his dick shooting straight out at me, a bead of precum flying out and landing on the front of my pants. “He stealthed you?” “Not like you did,” I said, trying not to sound harsh, “but, yes.” “Why?” “He said he likes risks, and he saw this as a hot risk to take.” “God,” Dominic said. “I need to meet this brother.” “M. E. E. T?” I asked. “Or M. E. A. T?” “Both, definitely both.” “I’d rather not talk about it right now,” I told him. “Are you feeling guilty?” he asked. “If he ends up poz, it’s because he wanted it. You said he knew it was you at the glory hole. He still had you suck his dick. When are you going to realize that everything that happened was because he wanted it to happen?” I knew Dominic was right. Still, I couldn’t understand the situation. I didn’t know what I would do if I got a call from Jay, telling me that I’d pozzed him. Would he even try to hide it? “I missed you,” he finally said, leaning in and kissing me. I had missed his lips. I had missed his voice. I could feel his erection pressed against my leg. I had missed his dick. “Now, about your surprise.” “If it’s piercing my dick,” I started, “I’m still not sure if I’m ready for that, especially tonight.” “It’s not that,” he assured me. “Something happened while you were gone.” “What do you mean?” “You told me to behave,” he said. “And I tried my best. I really did. It wasn’t entirely my idea, but, admittedly, I didn’t put up too much of a fight in the end.” “What are you talking about?” “I think I just need to show you,” he said, taking my hand. He led me back toward his bedroom where the door was closed. “Now, just remember what I said, and know that this was entirely his idea. He knew what he was getting into.” “He who?” I asked. Dominic opened the door, revealing a naked man on the bed, his arms and legs outstretched, tied to the four corners. “Pastor Kline?” I said, my voice catching in my throat. “Welcome back, Will,” he said, a huge grin on his face. I slammed the door shut, pulling Dominic away from his bedroom. “What the fuck, Dom?” “Let me explain.” “I told you not to go after him.” “I didn’t.” “He’s naked in your bed.” “He came after me.” “Do you really expect me to believe that?” “Yes,” he said. “I told you that I thought he was secretly gay. I’ve watched the way he talks to you. Not only that, but I watch the way he talks to half of the men at your church, and he practically salivates over them. I swear, the one time the three of us were talking, he started getting a boner.” “He’s married.” “He doesn’t lover her,” Dominic said. “He told me. He said he married her because he felt like he needed a wife. He’s been jerking off to gay porn for decades. That’s the only way he’s been able to fuck her and have any kids.” “How did he end up here?” “He stopped me after church on Sunday, saying he wanted to talk. I couldn’t say no. I’m still keeping up appearances. We met at his office and he asked me questions about myself. Am I married? Am I in a relationship? Was I sexually active? Then he asked about us.” “About us?” “He said he noticed that we were getting really close,” Dominic said. “I guess me coming over to your apartment after you started converting tipped him off.” “Are you sure you didn’t open your door wearing only this?” I asked, pointing at his jock. “He threw himself at me,” Dominic said. “Almost literally. He locked his office door and started circling around me. He said he knew I was gay and thought that you were too. I thought he was trying to blackmail you or something. When I tried to stop him, he said he was attracted to me and then rubbed his hand over my crotch.” “Pastor Kline did that?” “The man’s got a good grip,” he said. “He’s a good kisser, too.” “You kissed him?” “He’s naked in my bed, Will. Yeah, I kissed him. Well, he kissed me.” “In his office?” “His secretary almost caught us.” “I don’t believe this,” I said, taking a seat. The realization that I had just seen Pastor Kline naked hadn’t completely hit me yet. I had been in so much shock that I hadn’t noticed anything other than his face. As I imagined going back to open the door, peaking at the rest of his body, I found myself getting hard. I remembered when Pastor Kline had first interviewed me. He had said that I was attractive. There were also other times when I thought I could feel him staring at me. Originally, I thought he had been judging me, trying to see if I was good at my job. Now, I realized he had been checking me out. “Have you,” I started, trying to form my thoughts, “fucked him?” “Not yet,” Dominic said. “Really?” I asked. “Wait, does he know that you’re poz?” “He does,” Dominic said. “Is that why you haven’t fucked him?” “He wants to be pozzed,” Dominic said. “Just not by me.” There was moment of silence between us as I realized why I was finding Pastor Kline in Dominic’s bed on the day I arrived back home. “He’s been waiting for you to get back all day,” Dominic told me. “He says he wants you to poz him.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’re sure he knows what pozzing is?” “More than what you knew when I pozzed you.” “I can’t get my head around this,” I said. “I mean, he’s my boss. He’s Pastor Kline. The man looks a bit like my dad.” “You did just fuck your brother,” he reminded me. The idea of fucking Pastor Kline, while initially horrifying, was sounding hotter and hotter with each passing second. Not only would I be pozzing someone, it would be a married man. It would be the lead pastor of our church. Two pastors fucking. “Looks like your mind is made up,” Dominic said, pointing down at my crotch. My dick was bulging against my pants. He was right. I knew what I wanted. I stripped off my clothes and followed Dominic back to his bedroom. “Have we come to a decision?” Pastor Kline asked as the door opened and Dominic entered inside. Upon seeing me, naked and sporting a boner, a large smile spread across Pastor Kline’s face. “Looks like we have. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” “You’re sure you want this?” I asked, rubbing my dick, precum oozing out. “You see this tattoo on my chest. It’s the same one that Dominic has. It means we’re poz. We’re HIV positive. If I fuck you, you’ll be infected and you’ll be poz too. Is that what you want, Pastor Kline?” “Call me Mark,” he said. “And yes. It’s what I fucking want. I want you to fuck me and cum inside my hole, knocking me up with your poz babies.” My dick jerked at the sound. “We don’t wear condoms,” I said. “I don’t want anything between us, Will,” he said. “I want to feel your cock slide into me, tearing me open, making me bleed.” “My dick is eight inches,” I said. “Dominic is ten.” “That’s the size of a real man’s dick,” Pastor Kline said. “Eight inches. Ten inches. Whatever.” “How big is your dick?” Dominic asked. “Not even five inches,” he said. “It’s not worth fucking with. I don’t want to use it again. If I could lock it up and throw away the key, I would.” “That could be arranged,” Dominic said, winking at me. “You want me to be the one to poz you?” I asked, stepping closer to the bed. “Yes, sir,” Pastor Kline said. “I want your cum in my ass. I want your strain in my veins. I want you to claim me. Both of you. I’ll be your faggot pig whenever you want. I’ll take all your loads. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Please, fuck me.” “We will,” Dominic said. “You won’t leave here without having several loads of poz cum in your ass.” “Exactly what I want to fucking hear,” Pastor Kline said. “Will,” Dominic said, “go to the fridge and get my special lube. I’ll undue his legs so we can fuck him properly.” I nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted. In the fridge I found a water bottle in which there were several loads of poz cum collected. I opened it and smelled the sweet scent of cum. It made my mouth water. As I returned, I found Pastor Kline’s ankles free, the ties that had him secure now holding his legs up, exposing his hairy hole. His body was covered in gray hair. Even though he was older, I could tell that he took care of himself. He wasn’t muscular, but I could tell that he had at one point been a very attractive man. To be honest, he still was. “You know, Mark,” Dominic started, “the last ass Will fucked belonged to his brother.” Pastor Kline’s eyes grew wide. He looked to me for confirmation. “I was his first gay fuck,” I said. “That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. “I need you to fuck me. I need your cum in my hole. I want to feel you shoot deep inside, filling my guts.” “You’ll get it,” Dominic said. “As Will fucks you, I’ll be fucking Will. As he cums, I’ll cum. All that I have given him will go from me and into him, and from him into you. Your corruption will be complete.” “Do it,” he said. “Claim me.” “We will,” I said, crawling onto the bed. I poured some of the cum from the water bottle onto his balls, watching as it dripped down to his hole. I stuck my fingers inside, forcing him open. “You want it rough?” “I want you to hurt me,” Pastor Kline said. “Make me bleed.” I had three fingers inside of him, twisting, scraping his insides. His body shook, balls jumping into his body. His dick tried to get hard, but as I watched it grow, I saw that it could only get semi-hard. “What a pathetic excuse for a dick,” I said, taking it with my other hand. “Can’t even get it hard.” “Worthless piece of flesh,” Dominic agreed. “Not worth shooting cum.” “It won’t have to,” I said. “Right, Mark?” “Not unless you tell me to,” Pastor Kline said. “When was the last time you fucked someone?” Dominic asked. “It’s been years since I fucked my wife.” “When did you last jerk off?” “This morning,” he said. “But hardly anything came out.” “That’s because your body knows that you’re made to be fucked and nothing else.” “Only to be fucked by real men,” Pastor Kline added. “Men like you.” “Are you ready?” I asked him. “Are you ready for my dick?” “I’ve been ready since the day I first met you,” he said. I removed my fingers, spotting traces of blood on my skin. I held them out for Pastor Kline to see. “You’re open now,” I told him. “Everything we put inside you will infect you. There’ll be no stopping it.” “Do it,” he moaned. “Go deep.” I poured more of the cum on his hole and into my hand, lubing up my dick before I slammed it inside. “Fuck,” Pastor Kline shouted, his body shaking, trying to move away from my intruding dick. “Fuck, you’re huge. It hurts.” “Let it hurt,” I said, forcing more of my dick inside. I watched his eyes as I kept pushing further into his body until his balls were pressed against my pubes. “Feel all that. That’s all my dick filling you.” “God, I feel it. I feel you inside me. I’ve never left this full. I’ve never felt this good.” I started pulling out, watching as blood streaked across my skin. Once only my head remained inside, I forced myself back inside, causing his body to jump again. “Are you ready for me, Son?” Dominic asked, his hard dick bobbing around in search of a hole. “I’m ready, Daddy,” I said, reaching back and pulling my cheeks apart, revealing my hole. “Fuck my cum out of me and into his body.” “Fuck,” Dominic said, lubing up his dick and invading my hole. It had been too long since his cock was last inside me. As he filled me, I felt at home, never wanting a day to go by without him inside me. As he bottomed out, I found my dick growing harder in Pastor Kline’s hole. As Dominic picked up his pace, he was slamming me into Pastor Kline, my body moving between them, milking my dick and Dominic’s at the same time. “Fuck, I’ve never felt this right in my life,” Pastor Kline cried out. I reached forward and grabbed his nipples, twisting them and extracting a loud moan. “I want to hear you groan,” I said, my dick hitting into his prostate, causing a bead of his precum to pearl over his piss slit. “What does your wife think you’re doing?” “She thinks I’m meeting with a church member.” “She has no idea the kind of slut her husband is.” “No idea, sir.” “I hear you have a son,” Dominic said, his words causing his dick to grow. “Is that right?” “Yes,” Pastor Kline said. “How old?” “Nineteen,” he said. “He’s at college.” “And does he have a girlfriend?” “No.” “Is that because he’s a faggot like his dad?” I asked. “Does your son secretly want dick?” “I don’t know,” Pastor Kline said. “I’ve fantasized about him fucking me and filling me with his own cum.” “How big is his dick?” “Bigger than mine,” he said. “Almost as big as Will.” “A real man,” Dominic said. “A real man created from the puny dick of a faggot.” “He’s so big,” Pastor Kline moaned. “He makes me proud having such a big dick to fuck with.” “Would you let him fuck you?” “Yes.” “Would you bring him to us so that we can fuck him?” Dominic asked. “Would you give us your son?” Pastor Kline’s eyes looked from Dominic to me, a hunger growing in his eyes. “Yes. Yes I would bring him to you. I would bring him here so that you could convert him, poz him, infect his body with your cum. I’d bring him so that you could make his balls toxic and his dick a weapon.” “That’s what we like to hear,” Dominic said, kissing my neck. “We’ll see what can be done.” ______________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoyed the chapter and blew a few loads. Pastor Kline's journey is only beginning.

Visiting Antwerp with a friend and we've done the usual trips to The Boots on Friday and Saturday nights. Great to see the place is still going well and there were some interesting fetish guys there to play with. I was stoked that the cute Bolivian barman, Daniel remembered my name after two and a half years. The real surprise however was today. My friend is really into saunas, so we walked the 4km over to T'herrenhuis. What a gem of a place! It's an 1800's built house with playrooms upstairs, a decent sized jacuzzi (10-12man) and a nice pool, showers, sauna and steam in the basement. Ground floor there is a bar that serves alcohol and food, and a ball room which was quite dark with various beds and platforms. There's a couple of 'cinemas' and a TV lounge as well as the ubiquitous sling room. If you've ever been to Greenhouse Darlaston its a similar thing but manages to be even nicer. We got there when it opened at 12pm on a Sunday and the clientele was more skewed toward 'dads' and 'bears' and their admirers - I really enjoyed myself with a wide range of guys. What was great was everyone was just so nice - absolutely no attitudes - and it seemed everyone was really horny and up for it. There was none of the constant pacing and wandering around in a loop you get at British saunas and cruise venues. It was really good, and almost exclusively bareback. My friend booked a hour long massage and enjoyed it immensely. As the afternoon wore on to about 5pm, the crowd was getting younger and younger. We were getting quite exhausted and met up in the bar to regroup over a lovely cold draught Maes. We were about to head home when we spotted the food coming out from the bar - really nice stuff you'd be happy to have in a Restaurant - so we ordered a couple of meals before heading back out. I'd really recommend going there if you're in Antwerp. It's a beautiful place and some wonderfully sexy horny men. You can easily spend a whole day there. My friend beat me on the load count, but he did get three from the same guy. So, if you count that as one, then I won! My favourite fuck of the day was a Mexican guy who had the hardest dick I have ever encountered. It was like a piece of steel. And wow he knew how to use it. I am glad I wore black trackkies - hopefully they hid any leakage as we trekked the 4km back swapping notes on the various guys.

So I've been a good slut husband these last few months. I told my wife whenever I met a guy. More and more I don't actually meet a guy but go cruising. I love it. I'm getting myself tested regularly and haven't caught anything so far. But I've also been using condoms for all my meets. I still have the Cum In Me Bro shirt and I wear it sometimes when I watch bareback porn. Then I imagine skipping the condom while cruising. Most guys don't use condoms and some turn me down because I insist on them. I've always used one, especially when cruising. But more and more I feel the urge to just go bare. I'm ready to go on PrEP, now all I have to do is tell her.

The reason you aren’t seeing that discussed here is likely that anyone replying in the affirmative would be admitting to a criminal sexual act against a minor. That shit doesn’t need to be glorified here under the apologetic that someone found it pleasurable. Relating your experience is one thing, but when you start fishing for accounts of men sexually assaulting children as “returning a favor” that skates very close to a prohibited line here.

The chaplain at my university was young and hot. I worked at seducing him claiming I needed to speak privately with him. We ended up naked at his apartment. Even as he had a erection, he stopped and prayed against temptation. We never fucked. Sigh…

The man who I absolutely did not want touching me nonetheless stimulated my cock to the point that he forced me to have an orgasm and ejaculate. It wasn’t pleasurable. I didn’t want to do it, and I tried to resist cumming, but he made my body react in spite of me. I felt sick and soiled, and the leer on his face didn’t help.

Definitely yes. Please continue.

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

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've had my share of quick releases. Almost all have been married guys, most under 2 min, once they get inside, pump a bit then they cum. While I'd like a nice longer ride, getting them off and getting their load is my goal so fast is fine.

Maybe read up before passing judgement. I did NOT say it was better to wait 2 years. I said there's no difference in efficacy if you get the 2nd shot before the 2 year mark. The US studies that authorized use only looked at 28 day timing for the 2nd shot. But other studies have been done and the CEO of the manufacturer is well-acquainted with those studies. The CDC/FDA doesn't believe it unless they do the study themselves. It's a failing of the CDC/FDA. And I didn't give medical advice. I quoted medical authorities. HUGE difference.

The evidence was building. Three guys claiming I had pozed them. I was pretty sure I was carrying it but I had no intention of getting tested. 'Don't know, don't care' continued to seem my best answer for the hookup apps. I considered changing it to 'not sure, problem poz' but decided to leave it for now. Over the next three weeks four guys hit me up to flip fuck. Two worked out and we pumped loads deep into each other. They both messaged me within three weeks to tell me, "It took. Got fuck flu and tested positive. Thanks guy!" All this attention really kept me horny and the next nice day I found myself at the cruising woods. I'd collected three ass loads when I noticed my ultimate fuck mate. Six feet tall, olive skin, black thick body hair, head and chest, classic handsome face. He was only wearing sandals and a khaki cargo shorts . I knew he was commando, I'd seen him drop the shorts to collect two loads. I caught and held his eyes as the second guy dumped in him. He just nodded in a way that told me to just slide in and take the other guys place when he was done. I started by eating his cummy ass, fetching some of the loads and snowballing to him. His million dollar smile let me know I had his piggy number. My raw cock slipped in very easily and we soon established a great rythm. As I was gaining momentum I remembered my possible poz status. This was my first anonymous non app hookup since suspecting I was not only poz but probably highly toxic. My raw cock and precum were already inside him. Did I need to warn him? At lightning speed I determined it was his responsibility to ask; or, protect his ass with Prep if he was going to offer it up for raw cock. I picked up my pounding speed. He groaned his approval and began to egg me on. "Breed me man. I need your fucking hot load up my ass." It was not long 'til I was fulfilling his wish and flooding him with my likely poz load. When he finished cleaning my cock he said "Hey Thanks bud, I so fuckin needed that!" "You are most welcome. " my enthusiastic reply. Him; "Little late, but do you mind if I ask your status. " Me "Single" "Yeah, I expected so, but no, your HIV status. " "Awe, yeah, I'd say you're late with that question. What are you hoping I will say?" "Well I'm not on Prep, and I've got a boyfriend who doesn't know I'm out here, so I'm hoping if you're poz your on meds and undetectable." Me "Honestly I don't know, have never been tested. But five guys swear I've pozed them, and I've taken a thousand loads where you've just taken mine and never asked any questions. " "Fuck man, no. You shit head. Why would you breed me if you suspect you're poz and toxic? "Four of the guys begged me to knock them up. " "Well I sure as fuckin hell didn't. You had no right." " You have no fuckin right to accuse me. Mines not the first load you've taken today without asking. That's on you fag." "You're an asshole being out here knocking unsuspecting guys up. A fuckin asshole!" "Sounds to me like you want another of my likely poz loads." "Are you crazy? What the fuck man?" "You could have left long ago and you're still here claiming to be pissed off. I think you want this again. " I shook my hardon at him. "You would wouldn't you? You'd pump another poison load into me if I let you? Right?" "Right. You want it? I'll give it to you. " "Why would I want your fuckin toxic load?" "Because you already got one. And I gave a great fuck. So how could another hurt?You know you want to ride my raw cock again and feel me blast inside. " "No I don't. " he lied as he bent over and leaned against a tree trunk offering his ass. I just shoved my full length balls deep. "Argh, I said no man. Don't fuckin fuck my ass with your poz dick. " he was riding back on me every bit as much as I was giving it to him. "Pull it out. I said no." His body was actively involved no matter what his words said. "Don't you dare breed me with your filthy seed man. Don't cum in me. " He was vigorously wanking himself. "Fuck me 'til I cum man, I'm so fuckin close. ...... Yeah, that's it .... I'm cumming, yeah, fuck! His ass convulsions were the last straw to trigger me; "Oh yeah,...that's what you wanted, another load of toxic cum from me." "Damn, you fuck too good. I had to have it again. Besides your's might not have been the first poz load planted in me tonight. " "It's time for you to return the favor ass hole." I took his place at the tree and bent to offer my ass. He fucked me relentlessly for 20 minutes. Long enough for an audience of four guys of various ages, races and body types to have gathered. They all had their peckers out stroking. I don't know how he managed it but the first of the onlookers to cum shot it onto the cock fucking me. My fucker came as he pushed the other guys cum into me. In quick succession the other three guys mounted, pumped and loaded me. As I rose from the last I said to my combative confused fuck mate. "That's how it's done. Once you convert, you just take loads wherever offered. Don't ask, don't tell. Don't know, don't care. "

I had a stranger's big fat naked cock up my ass in the middle of a crowded bar dance floor. I was only wearing my nastiest jock strap, work socks and boots. He had simply moved in behind me, fingered my wet sloppy hole and slid on in. (I'd collected two loads on my way to the bar. The first an app hookup, the other in a back alley. ) I hadn't even seen his body or face. Just felt his substantial cock in my ass, his hands on my bare chest and his mouth nibble my left ear. I did see the face of the red head pushing through the crowd in front of me. Built and moving like a Sherman tank he cleared a path and got right into my face. Placing hands on both sides of my head he pulled me in and planted a huge full mouth kiss on me. As we both added lots of tounge the cock in my ass started to convulse. I was in heaven. One stranger's tounge down my throat, another's cock unloading in my ass and all out in plain view of a crowd. How could things get any better? They didn't! The redhead pulled away from the kiss, wound up and punched me in the gut. I doubled over in pain too winded to react. The guy in my ass finished unloading and the redhead screamed over the music. "I hope he just gave you gono!" Then he turned and stormed away. The crowd parted for him like the red sea for Moses. I made my way to a wall and used it to to steady myself as I breathed through the pain. That is, when I caught my breath. After fifteen minutes I had calmed down enough to know I was angry but in control enough to not kill the redhead next time I saw him. I made my way to the washroom and found him seated at the bar when I came out. He saw me approach, a look of angry defiance on his face. Me "What the fuck man?!" Red "That's for knocking me up with no warning!" Me "What the fuck do you mean ass hole?!" Red "You don't forget your first time, idiot! You were the first guy to bareback me. It was in the cruising woods a few years ago. I insisted on a condom but fell for your 'just the tip' bullshit! Next thing I knew you were fucking the hell out of me. Without a word you blasted your poison load deep in my ass." Me "But I'm not poz man. I swear. I've never had anything close to the fuck flu. " Red "It was you alright. I was so fuckin scared I didn't even look at guys for three weeks. Then I got sick, deadly sick, and I got tested. I thought I'd die on the spot when the doctor told me. You fuckin knocked me up and knew what you were doing, you bastard." My head was reeling. 'Could this be true? Could I have had it all this time and not known? How many of the dozen or so other guys I've bred might I have given it?' Me "Fuck man, I swear. 'Til now I never even dreamt I might be shooting loaded bullets. I had no idea." He just glared at me. Me "Look man. You sure it couldn't have been someone else? Besides you're much bigger than me, why didn't you fight me off? Red "You think I haven't fuckin asked myself that very question a thousand times? It was you, you piece of shit! I've delivered my message, we're done here. " And he stomped off. I ordered three tequila shooters to calm my nerves. When the shirtless gym bunny bartender delivered them there were four. Bartender "Sorry, I couldn't help but here most of your argument. Let's toast to your good news." Me "What the fuck?" Bartender "I'm dying to get knocked up man. I finish a 2AM. I want your poz load if you can manage to keep it 'til then." He handed me a shooter glass and we toasted. Then he nodded his head toward the other two glasses and said: "Drink up, you've got a lot to celebrate. How many other guys you think you might have knocked up?" "Fuck man. I don't know. Could be as many as one or two dozen. Fuck!" "Fuckin A man! I want to be the first you knowingly gift." "But I don't even know if it's true. For all I know that red head is crazy. "I still want your load man." "But what if it's true? If I've got it I'll have a high viral load. I could be toxic as hell. " "That's what I'm hoping for!" The other barman was standing beside his work mate. His voice interrupted us. "Take your break now bud. I want to watch him convert your sorry negative ass right here on the dance floor. " He didn't waist a minute vaulting over the bar. He grabbed my hand and towed me into the pulsing crowd. He began to dance very seductively around me drawing me in with his beautiful inviting eyes and smile. My look must have softened 'cause he moved close and we shared a passionate kiss. He then dropped to his knees, fished my cock out of my jock and feasted away 'til I was hard. Standing he turned, dropped his jeans revealing a beautifully rounded hairy ass and pulled my cock toward his hole. I stuck a finger in, it seemed clean and wet when I pulled it out so I stuck it in my mouth. Me "Tastes like you're prelubed." "Yup, three loads in there. But your's will be the only known poz one. " As I shoved on in I said "Maybe " "Oh Red knows. And I think you know to. Now poz my negative ass!" The other bartender must have talked to the d.j.. The TV scenes all switch to a poppers training video with the song words "shoot your toxic load into me, poz my negative ass". The bar went dark, save the light from the screens and a spotlight trained on me and the guy I was fucking. All talking and laughing subsided as all eyes turned to watch our public rutting performance. It had been a while since I had topped. My raging raw hardon felt great in his tight hole and looked even better. I was soon giving him a royal fucking to the beat of the music. He kept moaning his pleasure and screaming to be heard over the music; "Harder. Deeper. Tear up my negative ass. Breed me poz. Make me poz!" The crowd took up some of these words as a chat. I knew Red was probably right. I felt a little sick for what I'd unwittingly done to him. But in this moment, with this crowd cheering me on and this hot guy begging me to breed him poz I was more turned on than ever before. Two guys reached in and offered us both sniffs from their poppers. My body temperature felt like it spiked by ten degrees and my horniness factor went up by 100% if that was even possible. My hole being was in pile drive and breed mode. He was pushing back as hard as my instrokes. I leaned in to hug his back and breathlessly and quietly spoke in his ear. "You fuckin sure you want this faggot?" "Never been more sure of anything in my life! Oh yeah ... that's it man. Oh God, I love your poz load!" I was indeed unloading and his ass muscles milked out every drop. You'd have thought a winning goal had been scored, THE CROWD WENT WILD! More guys approached me that night wanting me to poz them, but I just didn't recharge that quickly. Besides I'm mostly a bottom cum dump, not so much a dumper. I didn't go and get tested. I just thought, 'who the fuck cares?' I changed my app profiles to "don't know, don't care '. Turns out lots of guys cared but in the opposite way than I expected. 'Don't know, don't care' especially with my mostly bottom vers status, translated to them as 'probably poz' and upped their excitement to take the risk. I had so many guys tapping me on the apps to fuck, breed and gift them. If they promised a flip fuck breeding I would go for it. Over the next three weeks six guys seeded me and got my questionable load in return. Every time the sex was so fuckin hot! They usually kept the pozing talk going as they begged for my load and it turned me on beyond anything I could imagine. I was at the bar at the end of those three weeks and noticed my batender guy wasn't working. The other bartender automatically brought a tray of tequila shooters, offered them to everyone close by, and toasted my successful conversion of his workmate who was out with the fuck flu. I was also approached by a friend of someone I had flip fucked with two weeks earlier. He offered Jagermeister shooters to toast my potent toxic load. His friend was sick as a dog and so excited to plan going for his biohazard tattoo. I ended up breeding three more guys on the dance floor that night. Which meant I got their loads up my ass and five more. All delivered in the middle of the dance crowd. My jock strap disappeared after the second fucking never to be seen again. I didn't care, I was having way too good a time.

I am also married to a wonderful woman. I told her when we started dating I was bisexual and loved sucking cock and anal sex. She accepts me for me. I am on prep and enjoy bareback sex. Unless you are really a chaser It is the start thing to do. I will be honest. I have taken med vacation and had risky sex for the thrill of it.

Part 7 “You cool if we hang here for a little longer?” Wil asked me. “Upstairs wasn’t looking very busy when we walked around.” “Sure.” I wasn’t sure at all. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. And if Wil weren’t standing there in his matching red jockstrap and sneakers, I may have bolted. He took my hand. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me through the dark maze of plywood walls and cutouts. I could see guys walking around on the other side of some of the barriers, mostly seeing legs and an occasion bare dick through the cutouts. Wil walked confidently through the maze, guiding me toward the back of the room. There was a plywood board parallel to the back wall, the light even dimmer than in other areas of the maze. “This is usually a hot spot.” He kissed me again. “Back your ass up against the opening,” he pointed at one of three cutouts in the plywood. As I did, he did the same in front of the next cutout. “Now what?” I asked. He grinned in the twilight, still holding my hand. “Now we wait. Let’s see which ass they pick first.” I flashed to thoughts of training with my teammates. I wonder what they are doing tonight. Definitely not walking around in a jockstrap being fucked by randos. What would they say if any of them knew I was here doing this? Yeah, they hook up. Go to a party or bar, pick someone up, take them home and fuck them. But this is totally different. Am I supposed to be doing this? Wil grunted and squeezed my hand. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” “What is it?” “Big cock!” he gasped. I watched as he adjusted his body position, spreading his legs a little wider, arching his back slightly, and placing both hands against the wall in front of him. He whimpered and his head shot up, looking like he was straining. “Fuck that’s big,” he gasped. He was fumbling with his bottle of poppers in the dark, so I reached out to steady his hand, guiding the open bottle under his nose. “Thanks, babe.” As the rush hit him, some of the strain in his muscles faded, and his handsome face relaxed into more of a satisfied look. His nicely proportioned body looked really hot, his pale skin standing out more than mine in the dark lights. He was starting to groan in rhythm with his new fuck. Watching Wil, I was suddenly feeling nervous – for him as he strained to take that dick, and for myself anticipating what could come through my cutout. Looking at his body next to mine, I tried to copy his stance, my own hole hanging out in front of the wooden cutout. The thumping sound coming from the plywood barrier was getting louder as the anonymous top started to work Wil’s ass harder. “Oh that — that’s big!” His body started to quake with each thrust behind him. His whimpers quickly became moans as they settled into their fuck. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked directly, the shadow at the edge of the plywood wall disappeared. Wil and his anon partner were attracting some attention now. Wil was grunting and moaning when I felt a hand caress my exposed ass. His fingers felt cool and kinda rough against my smooth skin. I wondered what my hole looked like framed through the cutout in the wall; what made it inviting to someone? Is this the same person who was just looking around the corner of the barrier? Without any preamble, I felt the pressure against my hole. Whoever it was, they were about to fuck me. Wil was lost in his own fuck at the moment, so I took the poppers from his hand and took a long hit off of them. That feeling of warmth rolling through my body was becoming familiar, and my sphincter relaxed. I felt the cock pop inside and then he plunged his full length into me. It wasn’t too fast, more of a steady penetration. Now it was my turn to moan as the anonymous cock impaled me. I was relieved it wasn’t as large as the one inside Wil seemed to be. “You got one?” Will asked with stunted breathes as he was being pounded. I could only nod, not sure whether he could see me. My words weren’t coming out – only soft moaning sounds as the dick began working my ass like a master. It was like being fucked by a ghost; you didn’t see it, but you could feel it. It felt amazing! Long, slow, smooth strokes were spreading my hole open. Then he withdrew, leaving me feeling oddly empty; the cock head never losing contact with me. Then he was sliding back inside me, and I could feel every inch moving further up and in, forcing groans of pleasure from me. I braced my arms against the wall in front of me as my anonymous top began to pound my ass through the cutout. I felt Wil put his hand over mine as we stood side by side, our bare asses pressed against the cool plywood, each getting plowed by an unseen stranger. The banging against the plywood walls was signaling to anyone in the maze that someone was getting fucked. I saw silhouettes on either side of Wil and I, watching the college boys take anon cock. All I could think was how fucking hot this was! Before I knew it, Wil was standing beside me, rubbing my bare back with one hand, and whispering in my ear. “That’s it, baby, take that big cock. I can see it penetrating you. It’s a hot dick. Take it. Let him fill you up.” I was moaning uncontrollably. “Yeah. Let him know how much you love his big dick. I think he’s getting close to breeding you.” He was right – I could feel it too. The guy was thrusting faster and with more determination, edging closer to unloading. If not for the wall between us, he’d probably be holding my hips for leverage. As it was, I imagined him holding the top of the plywood partition to balance as he was fucking my ass through the wall. Part of my brain told me to pull off before he came inside me, but my body refused to relinquish the pleasure. And Wil was standing next to me, half holding me as I left myself open to the stranger’s gift. “You are so fucking beautiful,” Wil whispered tenderly. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into the most awkward kiss ever, my body half hanging off him, half braced against the wall to maintain my balance as the guy pounded me. His cock went deep, firmly planting itself inside me, and I felt the telltale quivering from his body resonating in my own as he unloaded. “He’s breeding you,” Wil whispered. “Take his seed. I want it all inside your beautiful body. Take it all.” I instinctively pushed my ass all the way back, trying to bury the mysterious dick as deep inside as possible. His cock was pulsing, and I heard him grunt. The warm juices sprayed inside me, and my body relished it. I gasped with excitement as he bred me. I wanted it. No, I needed it! He began pumping me slowly again, and I felt some of his load dribbling down the inside of my legs. Beyond any reasonable thought, I felt a thrilling rush go through my body as he added more seed inside me. I was still quivering when my seeder pulled out. It felt like a full minute passed as he reeled his cock back in. I stood up, my leg muscles aching from the unusual stance I’d been holding. I did a quick stretch of the muscles, and caught sight of my seeder’s legs through the cutout. I could see long legs with grey and blue sneakers. I bent further, enjoying the stretch, but also intensely curious. I saw a lean body, tall, and relatively smooth. He was stroking his dick, or maybe rubbing in the cum coating it. With his head bent down, all I could really see was a crop of white hair. He wasn’t at all the type of guy I would go after, but it struck me what an amazing fuck that was. Would I have let him plow me if I’d been able to see him? Probably not, and I confused by the feeling of potentially having missed out on what I just experienced. As I stood up feeling conflicted, Wil gathered me in an embrace. I didn’t resist, finding a sense of security in his arms, and appreciating the heat of his body pressed against mine – a stark contrast to the ghost-like feeling of the tops who had taken our asses thus far tonight. “How was that?” “Amazing,” I admitted. I could see him grin in the odd lighting. “How about yours?” “It was tough taking him. And he pulled out without cumming. Fucker.” He looked me in eyes. “Shall we go upstairs?” “I feel like I need a break.” “Good idea to walk it off.” Again he led me by the hand through the maze, this time finding the door to the hallway and finally the main room. It had gotten busier than before, more men wandering around the space, some of them chatting softly, but most on the prowl. Wil and I got another drink. He headed off to the bathroom while I stood near the stairs. “Enjoying yourself?” I turned and saw the tall, handsome guy I’d noticed earlier standing beside me. He had an accent, maybe French or French-Canadian. His body was nicely toned, and I could make out a thin coating of hair across his muscular pecs. I suddenly felt very shy and small, like I was standing near Apollo himself. “It’s different than anywhere I’ve ever been.” “But are you enjoying it?” I nodded. “I am.” “Good,” he said, and put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m heading upstairs. I’ll be looking for you.” He squeezed my shoulder and headed up the stairs, he ass looking magnificent as he ascended into the stark lighting above. Wil came along a few minutes later with a bottle of water that he shared with me. He rested a hand against my abs as I downed a share of the water. “Upstairs should be rocking by now. The mattresses make for more creative positions than the maze. Ready for your public debut?” I nodded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering what might happen when I saw Apollo up there. Wil took a moment and kissed me again, slow and tender, before heading up the steps. I noted how his muscular ass was framed perfectly in his jockstrap. It was very easy being around Wil, something I didn’t feel with most gay guys I knew. And he made everything here seem so normal. Wil was right. There was a lot more action upstairs now then earlier. The music was louder up here, and the lighting stronger. You could easily make out the faces and bodies of men in play area. The large black mattresses were host to a variety of entangled bodies, grunts and moans still audible behind the music. I scanned to wide loft area, trying to take it all in. There were a few more younger guys here now than when I first arrived. It seemed like they were all servicing the more mature guys, offering either their mouth or ass to pleasure their momentary partners. Wil was also looking around, taking it all in, deciding where to join the play. He pointed to the far corner of one of the mattresses. “Looks like a spot we can grab.” I was following Wil, his body naked except for the red sneakers and jockstrap that framed his hot ass, to a corner of the furthest mattress. Are we gonna play together? I wondered. As the night had progressed, I found myself more and more enamored with my new friend. But is this real? Or just a one-night thing built on the sexual energy of this place? A hand firmly grasped my arm, stopping me in my tracks. Wil’s hand pulled away from mine. Apollo had disentangled himself from the middle of a pile of writhing bodies in middle of a large mattress. His sculpted body was shiny with sweat, and as he stepped off the mattress, I saw his erect cock for the first time, pointing directly toward me like some wizard’s wand. On the mattress, I caught sight of a gold jockstrap, and knew he’d been working on Justin’s ass. The aloof Asian boy didn’t even look up as another man rolled into Apollo’s place at his ass. Apollo’s powerful frame was standing over me. I felt speechless and small in his presence. His body pressed against mine; his skin was hot to touch, sweaty from exertion and sex. I could smell sex on him, wondering how many men he’d already had tonight. My head was spinning. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. I’m just a regular guy, quiet, good student and average soccer player. I’m never the guy who feels noticed. Except here. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come to me,” Apollo said, his thick accent adding to his sexual appeal. I felt like a fly trapped in the spider’s web. Only this time the fly was desperate to be devoured. Apollo explored my body with his powerful hands. Finally he kissed me. It was deep, passionate, electric. His hands kneeled my ass as our tongues wrestled. “Your ass feels like there’s several loads in you already. You’ve been naughty tonight.” I felt awkward and suddenly ashamed, expecting him to pull away from me. I didn’t know what to say. I’d been used by total strangers, each of their loads inside me. I couldn’t tell you who they were, or even what two of the looked like. Wad this who I was becoming? It’s not supposed to be who I am. I saw Justin again on the black vinyl mattress, cocks stuffed into each of his holes. Is that what I am? Apollo was still fingering my sloppy hole. “Is that your boyfriend?” “No,” I quickly answered, my eyes still on the cute Asian twink being consumed on the mat. I looked back at Apollo and realized he was looking in the opposite direction. I turned my head and saw Wil standing there watching us. For the first time tonight, he looked uncertain what to do. Seeing us both looking at him, he took the cue to step closer. “He is cute,” Apollo said as he put an arm around Wil and pulled him into us. “Yes he is.” Apollo kissed Wil, casting his spell on the sexy ginger. I could feel their hot breath as they made out a mere inch from my face. The sexual tension was building in our muscles. Apollo broke the kiss with Wil, letting his fingers probe my ass again. Wil and I both moaned softly, and I assumed Apollo was simultaneously exploring his wet hole. We fell into a three-way kiss, surrounded by naked bodies windows various sexual positions and acts. It was overwhelming but I couldn’t leave this embrace. “I love couples,” Apollo purred into both our ears. With little effort, his muscular body pulled Wil and I into the writhing mass of naked sex on the mattress.

I dump my second load of the night into Sam. I honestly didn't think I had two full loads in me, especially after that first round I loaded him with with not even an hour before. But he just sat on my dick, with my last load still in his guts, and went to town. I've been fucking this guy pretty regularly for a few months now. He's a little bit older by a couple of years, but really submissive and into being worked over by my dick pretty well. I think I'm starting to like this guy. But I can't believe I just told him about my brother! We never speak of that to anyone - ever. But it looks like it turned him on. The little pig. "Do you have any pics of him," Sam asks as we're lying there catching our breath. I grab my phone and start swiping. We couldn't be more different, Travis and I. At 5'9" I'm 165lbs with a swimmers build. My straight brother is worked out with bigger muscles that he likes to wrestle me to the ground with. Sam is quite taken by the photos. It really started between my brother and I when I was in college. He was up visiting one weekend. I had grabbed us some beers and we were hanging out in my dorm getting drunk. He was going on about how horny he was and how he wanted to find some college girls to use. I was saying how difficult it must be with women because of all the drama and courting you've got to do just to get laid. He agreed and said how much easer it must be to be with guys. Before I knew it he had his dick out next to me and was stroking it. I was confused but, whatever. He then said something I'll never forget. My younger brother said, "suck me off queer." We were completely drunk but I was like, "no way!" It was then that he grabbed my head and pulled it down onto his hard dick and said, "suck." I don't know what possessed me, but I obeyed and completely started blowing my straight brother there in my dorm. He leaned back and watched me go to work on his uncut dick, slurping around it. It didn't take long for him to erupt. His hand came down on the top of my head to keep it on his dick, forcing me to swallow his cum -- which I was going to do anyway, happily. When the last of his jizz was in my throat I sat up - completely hard myself. And then, in my drunken haze I did something almost on instinct but completely unexpected. I kissed my brother on the mouth. He didn't flinch. And when I pulled back he licked the side of his mouth where some of his come had come off from my lips. He didn't say anything but stood up to grab another beer. I was laying there, drunk, confused, hard and horny.

I'm hoping to go along to CumUnion on Tuesday 5 July. How busy does it get on these Tuesday sessions? Total bottom pig here, looking to take as many loads as I can over the day.

As a good and active bottom taking bare cock for the last 6 years, there has been a couple instances of collecting something a little “extra” with the direct injection of seed. The quandary is I’m still horny during the time before visiting the Dr. and getting the antibiotics. Ethically I know I shouldn’t be offering my ass for use until after treatment, but sexually I just want to keep getting my hole used. Thoughts?

Met a top on Grindr who literally had a baseball bat for a Dick! I didn’t measure but it was like a BBC Louisville slugger! It took a bit but he finally got balls deep and I felt like my guts were gonna bust when he made 7-8 strokes and blew my insides up! I don’t know if it was his size and my tightness or what but had anyone else experienced this? I ain’t complaining because he shot a super thick load deep but wished he could of lasted longer.

I can understand that some guys don't like long chapters. For me it all depends on the content of chapter. If the build up and the action is hot then I don't mind longer chapters, but when it seems that the chapter dragging along then it's hurts the stories. When I read your stories about the kid I can totally visualize myself in that position that is the main reason I read these stories

Mens Room: Bakersfield Station and Gale Force were totally enjoyable.

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.

Rush to the hospital comes to mind lol

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.

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I don’t like the word addict. It carries too many negative connotations. Do what you enjoy enjoy doing and do it Excess, As long as It’s not costing you your job or destroying your family or hurting other people. “Addict” a word invented by Puritans in school m arms C to shame you into acting according to their artificial moral code. Fuck that.

Thank you sir. I wish guys would really take a look at this. It is not fun, it hurts, and it can really make you ill. I think we should all follow the news and if you don't hear anything look at the CDC or government web site for assistance. It could save your life.....

I always got fucked bb from my daddy figure from age nineteen. I was always fascinated by the cocks more than the pussy in porn mags and blueies. So I suppose I wasn't hard to be groomed into the ways if cock. I loved the feel of a mans cock in me. A condom was never a consideration. It was just natural. Then after aids came along and I started fucking more, the first time a man used a rubber on me I hated it. It just wasn't the same anymore. So from then on I was bb only and I still am to this day.

Part 10 Of course I wanted it. I had been too afraid to admit it openly to myself and to others. I was just fixated on my phone screen looking at his message, offering what I had been looking for this whole time but too scared to ask for. I thought about all those nights reading stories on BZ wishing it was me, scrolling through BBRT looking at profiles searching for poz guys yet never getting into the conversations I wanted. All the mildly frustrating hook ups and sex in general which had somehow become quite vanilla for me, no matter the level of kink, because it was missing something. -“Hey!” I typed after maybe thirty minutes, not sure about wha I’d say next. -“How are you?” he replied almost instantly. -“I’m good thanks! How about you?” -“Pretty good! Been insanely horny lately. I bred 3 bottoms last weekend!” -“That’s hot! I haven’t had a lot of action lately, just crazy busy at work and my sex drive isn’t at its peak.” -“Well, it seems like this needs to be taken care of, doesn’t it? It’s a waste not to use such a hot bottom like you.” I took a few moments to think about what to answer. -“I haven’t given up on you, boy. After all those years of texting, I think I deserve to use you.” he added before I could reply. -“When you get your ass over here, it’s gonna be mine, boy!”. I felt my cock getting hard, which had not been such a common occurrence lately. I had been chatting with this guy for so long, fantasizing about him and getting fucked and bred by his dick. He was the one who had introduced the idea of chasing to me. I was trying to type some answer, but kept erasing and starting over. He probably saw the “Typing…” alert go on and off and just added -“I’m gonna help you there, I know what you want, and I know you’re too scared to ask for it. You want my poz dick right boy?”. There it was! -“Yes, Sir! That’s what I want!” -“Finally, we got there! Where are you going to stay?” he asked. -“I’ll be at the X hotel, in Y.” -“Just a few miles away from me, we could meet a few times during your stay.” -“I’m staying 10 days but I’m gonna be with my colleagues though. I’ll have my own room but I’d like to stay discret.” -“Not a problem, we’ll manage. We can also book a hotel on Saturday, I want you for an entire night too.” -“That’d be hot Sir! Can you cum multiple times?” -“With some breaks, maybe 3 or 4 times in one night.” -“Great!” -“Just so you know, I’m on meds, but I want to drop them before we meet, what do you say about that?”. My hole twitched a bit. -“I say I want your poz loads, Sir!” -“Do you want me as toxic as possible?”. Yes, I wanted him to drop his meds, to be fully toxic, but I was scared as hell. -“I’ll charge you up, boy! I’ll breed you all night!” he added. -“You’ll probably end up poz too after that. You on PrEp?”. The dreaded question. -“No, I’m not. I dropped it a few years ago!” I lied. Yes, I had dropped PrEp for a few years but I had been back to it for a few months now. I was craving his poz cum, but was still thinking of my Paris adventure. I figured I could have all the twisted fun I wanted with this poz guy and still get away with it unscathed. After all, he would have to know. -“Just got us a room in Z for Saturday. It’s about midway between your hotel and my place. If we’re lucky, I’ll be able to find more tops for you! I’ll like whoring out my boys!”. We chatted a bit more until I fell asleep, not before shooting my load on my stomach, thinking of becoming a whore again to anonymous guys. Being a poz guy’s whore, those words stuck in my head as I was drifting off. A month later, I landed in Y. I arrived at my hotel, checked in at the conference starting the next day and met with a few people I knew from other international events I had attended. I had five days full of meetings and workshops ahead of me. I’m an introvert by nature and hate those events, which force me to do small talk to people I don’t even really like in the first place. But I was constantly thinking about Saturday, as the reward for going through a gruelling week. It was only Sunday, and I was still six days away from it. Or so I thought, until I got a WhatsApp notification. -“Hey boy, tomorrow night.”

Go for it. There is nothing better than letting a guy cum in your ass.

I had straight sex with females most of my life up til a couple of years ago. I always hated condoms and very seldom used them. I didn`t even like it if my female partners were on birth control no matter if they were a one night stands or a wife. I was able to talk many women into stopping their birth control. And I`d fuck them bare and cum in them. So when it came time for me to start taking dick I wanted it bare only no holding back and no prep. I`m so glad I have not had a condom in my ass yet and I have even met with a poz no meds guy and he has cum in me.

I didn't have a choice, the stranger I lost my virginity to at 13 in that public bathroom basically just turned me around, lowered my pants, fucked me and bred me all in complete silence. I loved it! The whole afternoon I could feel how my moist asshole slowly dripped semen onto my underwear and down my leg. I felt so grateful to finally have received a man's seed deep inside me. I had finally been knocked up with that delicious liquid that I had swallowed so many times before. I was so happy. And after that first time, it was whatever my tops wanted. Almost all got carried away and bred me, mostly cruising strangers. Some others said they'd wear a condom and ended up "forgetting" in the end. A few outright wanted to use me and forced themselves on me, knocking me up because of my submissive nature. 3 of my 5 rapes so far have been bareback. Even those tops who have used condoms with me have eventually ended up fucking me bareback, at least once, some on the very second time at the same night. After that, I myself have started to seek getting bred and even sometimes I have begged. I still don't consider myself a cum dump, although I'd like to be one. I just think there are bottoms whose lives are dictated by the men they encounter. In any case, I feel there's nothing more exciting that to receive you man's cum inside. I feel it creates an unbreakable bond that lasts forever, even if you don't know the guy, even if you never see him again. You're forever his. I like that.

Chapter 5 Me: "Don't ... cum ..." Ginger bear: " To ... fu ...ckin ... late ... I'm fillin your ass now .... you're full of toxic cum now for sure ! Me: "What the fuck man! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" Him: "You didn't ask. Besides you took all those loads earlier, no questions asked. " Me: "Shit! I gotta get out of here." I ran down the stairs, pulled on my clothes, pulled my bike from his truck and desperately road toward home and my old life. Halfway home I stopped and sat on a park bench to see if I could clear my frantic brain. Just yesterday I had been so innocent and a virgin. I hadn't even watched porn let alone considered allowing a freshly pozed guy stick his raw cock in my ass. Of course I had already bred him. Then in the sensual intoxication of the ginger bear I had let five guys breed me. Without a question let them slip their raw cocks into me and dump their loads. Where had my common sense gone?Then to go home with the bear and proceed to let him tear my inexperienced ass apart and announce to late he was dumping an undetectable poz load. 'Holy fuckin shit! I'm sitting here within one day with six loads in my guts and at least one of them could be pozing me right this very moment. I've never been so fuckin frightened in my entire life, yet there is no denying I'm boned up and hornier than hell. Fuck it!' I hoped on my bike and rode back to the woods. There were far fewer cars and hardly any guys left on the trails; but, there were enough that I kept playing and taking loads until the sun was starting to come up. Riding home I promised myself I would find the closest sexual health clinic and figure out what could be done at this stage. My plan was thwarted by my distraught parents who grounded me for the fright I had given them by staying out all night without letting them know I was okay. They also gave me a list of chores long enough to choke a giraffe. Three days later I had still not been able to get to a clinic and I was hornier than a breeding bull moose. Remembering some of the porn I'd continued to watch I decided to check out an Adult book store. The clerk behind the counter checked my I.D. and gave me a quick verbal tour of the store. He was sure to let me know about the door leading to the porn booths and sold me the requisite number of tokens. I made a pretense of looking at books and magazines but essentially beelined to the inviting door.

Part 8 I lost track of whose tongue was in my mouth, and whose hands were doing what to my body. It was a tangle of naked bodies on the mat. I was lost in the sheer sexual energy, never having felt anything like this before. I felt Apollo’s fur brushing against my body — my chest, back and legs — as he explored me. At the same time, I felt Wil’s smooth skin soothing me as we melded into the sexual fray. Up became down, and down was up in our frenzy. At times I was on top of our pile, and then found myself on my back. All the while, Apollo was whispering to us, encouraging us. My mind was whirling. I never dreamed there could be a place like this — it was terrifying and exhilarating. “I want to see you fuck your boyfriend before I fuck you,” he whispered as the three of us made out together. I was pushed onto my back, someone sliding my jockstrap down my legs, and suddenly Wil was on top of me. Apollo was kneeling beside us, making out with Wil while one hand massaged my hardon. I knew I was rock hard, though I hadn’t topped at all tonight. “Sit on him,” Apollo instructed. Wil looked down at me, our eyes locking. For the first time I noticed his eyes were a brilliant blue, even in the club’s multicolored lighting. His face was handsome and boyish at the same time. He looked so vulnerable now, the cocky confidence he’d shown all night disappearing. And in that moment I realized he was afraid I’d say no and reject him. Apollo was reaching behind Wil, guiding my freshly lubed cock toward Wil’s hole. I felt my head insert. Itself into the diving where Wil’s hole was hiding. We froze in that moment. I hadn’t topped very often, and wasn’t sure I could pleasure Wil the way others had tonight. We just looked at each other, unexpectedly caught in our own insecurities. But I knew I wanted this. I wanted Wil, and had since the first time he smiled at me. I lifted my hips and slide inside Wil. It was like warm butter melting around my cock. I slowly began working my hips up and down, and let out a deep groan. Wil’s handsome faced contorted with surprise, disbelief, and pleasure. He leaned down and kissed me fiercely as I began to slowly fuck him. “Oh my gawd.” I don’t know which of us said it, maybe both. “That’s it,” Apollo said, “Let me see you ride your boyfriend’s nice cock.” Wil leaned back, settling his full weight on top of my groin, driving my dick all the way inside him. I had only topped a few times before. Being inside Wil felt unlike anyone else I’d fucked. His buttery ass was wrapped around my cock, and I could feel him using his muscles to milk my raging hardon. He kept his eyes locked with mine. “Show him how much you love his cock,” Apollo said. Wil began moving his hips and his legs simultaneously, working my dick so it was sliding in and out of his hole without my having to do anything. It felt amazing, and I let out a deep moan as the intense pleasure washed over me. My hands caressed Wil’s thighs, then moved across his red jockstrap that was barely containing his cock. I felt the smooth skin of his abs, and finally settled on his pecs. The beefy ginger was so fucking hot! I felt kinda drunk, though I hadn’t been drinking. The world seemed so surreal right now, Wil riding me, and surrounded by other men having sex. Apollo was right beside us, coaxing us. He kissed Wil, who seemed torn between keeping his eyes locked with mine, and surrendering to the the sculptured god next to him. I was so turned on watching them make out, but also felt this pang of jealousy that I wasn’t part of their embrace. Was Apollo going to take Wil next? I pictured Wil walking away with the god, leaving me alone on the mat. Apollo’s powerful hand rubbing my chest snapped me back into the moment. He whispered something into Wil’s ear as the sexy ginger took a hit of poppers. Then Apollo was leaning down and kissing me. Wil began riding me even harder. “He wants your load,” Apollo whispered. “Breed your boyfriend and I’ll give you my own gift.” His words stoked the fire inside me again. I began moving my hips, driving my dick up into Wil’s magic ass. “Oh my gawd! Fuck me!” Will said, breathing hard. “I’m not gonna last long,” I warned. “I want your load! Please!” He was pounding his ass down on my dick while I was driving upward. I saw the muscles in his body flexing as he worked himself into a frenzy, craving what I had to give him. He looked amazing! I felt my cock throbbing, readying for release. I had never cum inside someone before. The intensity was overwhelming. We were both moaning really loud, not caring about the others around us. “Breed him,” Apollo commanded. And the floodgates burst open. I felt waves of cum pumping through my cock, everyone one of them crashing deep inside Wil. He felt them too, rolling his head backward while riding the waves. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” My body spasmed as the waves continued to roll out, my cock suddenly feeling incredibly sensitive, and a mix of pleasure-pain gripping me. I couldn’t move any more, totally paralyzed by the intensity. Wil seemed to know, so he kept riding, driving my dick in and out of his ass, milking every drop of cum out of me. My body spasmed again. And again. Wil collapsed forward, kissing me deeply as the waves subsided. I reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he tenderly kissed me. His hair was soaked with sweat, which only made him sexier. The dichotomy of the moment wasn’t lost on me — Wil and I sharing a tender moment in the midst of a writhing pile of naked bodies. But their moans and groans of pleasure and pleasure-pain were just white noise in the background of our moment. Wil begrudgingly slipped off my dick, which was still hard. I felt the cooler air blowing across the cum-slick skin as Wil settled in beside me. We were both still breathing hard while we made out, our hearts pounding. “Thank you,” he whispered. “That was amazing,” I told him. He just kissed me again. My load was inside Wil. I’d never put a load inside someone before. I marveled at the thought that part of me was now part of him. I nuzzled against his sweaty body. I started to wonder what we would do next. Was he going to leave? There was an unexpected pang in my chest at the thought. Wil suddenly looked up, his gaze following the length of my body. His wicked ginger grin was suddenly back. “I think someone’s about to get fucked.” I felt my legs being lifted in the air. Apollo was there, kneeling at my ass, resting my legs on his shoulders as he positioned us for what was to come next. I felt cold glass under my nose. Wil pinched off one nostril saying, “I think you’re gonna want these. That’s it, babe. Take a deep huff. Now the other side. Take one more for good measure, babe. He’s packing.” As the poppers hit me, I felt disoriented, a mix of the magical rush and aftermath of the intense orgasm. Apollo was between my legs and at my hole. I felt the intense heat coming off the head of his cock, soothing my twitching hole. He was godlike, the sculpted torso looming over me. Was I really about to be fucked by someone like him? I’d seen these bodies in porn, I’d fantasized about it, but never believed it could be real. Then I felt the heated pressure against my hole, pushing it open again. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t resist this man. He closed his eyes as he smoothly sank his cock inside me. Despite being fucked earlier, my hole still needed to stretch to accommodate him. I groaned as my hole spasmed, but Apollo didn’t stop. He opened his smoldering eyes, seeing me and seeing through me at the same time. He shifted his hands to my ankles and spread my legs. I could clearly see his entire torso, mesmerized by the sleeping muscles in his 6 pack before the amazing feeling of his cock fucking me made my eyes roll back. “That’s it, babe. Let him take you.” Will kissed me eagerly as Apollo found his rhythm inside me. “Oh my gawd that’s amazing.” Apollo started to fuck me harder. He arched his back, spreading my legs even wider, I could see the taught muscles in my own legs from years of soccer. I felt totally powerless in his grip, unable to control what was happening to my body. He leaned forward, rolling me backward onto my upper back and shoulders, crushing the air out of me. Is this how wrestlers feel, I briefly thought. “You are so beautiful,” the god-like man said soothingly. Apollo’s body had a musky, masculine smell that was intoxicating. His thick cock was drilling down into me now. All I could do was grunt with each deep thrust. “Do you want the gift I have to give you?” “Yes,” I meeped out, still unable to get a full breath with his weight crushing me. It was somewhat frightening being this powerless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t find Wil, and wondered if he had left me here. Apollo was consuming me, and I wanted him to keep going. Apollo kissed me deeply, never missing a stroke of his cock pleasuring itself inside my ass. He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the feelings coming from below. He rose up, pulling my legs into the air with him, my weight still on my shoulders in a position I didn’t think possible. I could breathe again. He started pounding away, my body quaking with the powerful thrusts. I had to spread my arms wide for balance. On the cool vinyl mat, and that was when I felt Wil still right beside me. I turned my head and saw he was captivated by the sight of Apollo drilling into me. I felt like I was half floating, my legs flailing as he relentlessly banged away at my hole. “Fuck, babe, that is SO HOT!!” I couldn’t speak. The most I could muster was a whimper. The god had me in his embrace. I was powerless to stop him. I wouldn’t stop him even if I could. I knew what he was offering. I wanted the gift he had for me. It was coming. “Give it to me! Apollo roared, drowning out the music and other sexual sounds in the loft. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, releasing the gift to me. Apollo’s seeds spread through my naked body, planting his gift within. I panted-moaned as he finished his conquest, his roar having brought everyone’s attention to his marking me. Apollo gentled lowered us back to the mat. My muscles were aching. He slid his generous cock out, but I still felt warm and full. ”Are you okay?” Wil asked softly, placing a hand on my heaving chest. I could only nod, words completely beyond my abilities at the moment. I felt incredibly vulnerable, exposed, but Wil felt like a safe haven. Apollo leaned in and kissed me. Then he kissed Wil. “That was beautiful. I hope you liked.” He rubbed my body, working his way from my shoulders down to my feet, as if examining a trophy he had won. In that moment I realized my sneakers and socks were gone, too. When had he stripped the last pieces of clothing from me? I felt even more exposed, keenly aware I was the only naked person in the Loft. He rubbed my feet, which felt amazing. “You are simply beautiful,” he said, and I felt myself glowing. Was I really that good looking that someone like him would notice me? I’d certainly never thought so before. He set my legs back onto the mat, kissed me again, then stood and walked away. Reality started to set in again. I was totally naked on a black vinyl mattress in middle of a room of guys having sex. My jock and and sneakers were MIA. This beefy ginger was cradling me in his arms, someone I’d not known a few hours ago, yet felt strangely connected to. He made me feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. Watching Apollo disappear down the stairs, I worried that Wil would be next to go. I imagined what my friends would say seeing me laying here — or worse, my family!!! I couldn’t even picture explaining to my family at a July 4th picnic what I’d done here tonight. I was suddenly that guy I heard others make fun of in the gay bars; the guy who had to go to the bookstore to get laid in secret. But tonight was different. This place was different. Sex was out in the open, and I saw a lot of really good looking guys. Hell, I’d just had sex with a god! My head was spinning again with the mix of emotions, and I wasn’t sure what to do with them all. Most importantly, I didn’t understand why I was craving more.

It's 7PM when I get to my older brother's condo in L.A. Steve has made dinner, which is cool. I'll say this for my big brother, he's got his shit together! He's got this great job in entertainment and a really sweet place. I'm out here trying to see if I can use his connections to find a gig. We spend the evening catching up. Steve has always been there for me and it's nice to chat with him again in-person. After dinner we hang out and share a joint. He's all fancy with his weed. Me, I hit the bong at home. I've known Steve was gay ever since we were kids. It never bothered me. He's always been just a cool older brother who would sneak me beers and shit. We're getting pretty high and I ask if he's seeing anyone. He tells me about this dude named Sam. They've been fucking, apparently for a few months and Steve is kinda into him. My boy is quite the aggressive top, it seems. We talk pretty freely about our conquests to each other. I wish I could get away with some of the stuff the gays can get away with. Sometimes you just want rough fuck. I hit the head. Damn, even Steve's bathroom is fancy. When I get back my brother is just in his jockstrap on the couch taking a hit off the weed. Guess I know what he wants. We started fooling around back in his college days. I figured if he liked sucking cock, why not let him. I'd go up there and stay with him some weekends. I told you, he's always been there for me. The thing was, there was just the one bed always. I made him blow me a few times and then we'd have to sleep together in his bed. I sleep naked. One night after a lot of beers and a BJ, we're laying there together. Out of nowhere he starts stroking my cock again. It feels amazing. He's got his back to me and starts rubbing his ass on my dick. That was the first time I fucked my brother raw in his ass. The sensation was amazing! Better than any pussy. And no rubber. Over time it became a regular thing with us and I felt safe experimenting. So did he. It's kinda' our thing now. Don't get me wrong -- I date women and love pussy. I've never been attracted to guys at all. But my brother and I get to fuck together and he lets me really get into it. He likes it when I pin him down, slap him around and call him my faggot fuck hole. That really gets him off. Walking into the living room now and seeing him in nothing but a jockstrap, I know we're in for a little fun.

A couple weeks later I was at work and my phone pinged with a message from Nolan. He said him and Sam had rented a hotel in Boston for New Years Eve and gotten tickets to an event at one of the gay bars in Boston; asking if I wanted to tag along. I smiled and replied I'd love to. "Great!! Btw our other friend is going to tag along. He's from NH too but couldn't make it to the party the other night. Don't worry I already showed him your pic, he doesn't know you LOL." I responded that I was looking forward to it and chuckled. I hadn't heard from Curt since that night in the basement, but not surprising. I was sure it wasn't the last I'd see him but for now the closure was good enough. The next couple weeks went by quickly but with no sex; everyone was busy with the holidays. Finally NYE rolled around. I got to Sams house and he loaded a small and large black duffel into my car. "We always pack a lot when we travel", he said with a wink. He also had a gift for me: my own gas mask, some poppers, and a cock cage "We'll get you into that later", he said with a long kiss. We picked up Nolan who also had two bags. The two hour drive to the city gave us time to catch up. We checked into the hotel around 4. When we were in the room, they each took a small bottle out of their bags and tossed one to me. "What is it?", I asked. "Generic liquid Viagra. Don't worry, you'll be able to control your boner, it just makes them wild when you do get one for a day or two". I downed it, gagging a little at the foul taste. We spent the next hour just chilling naked, enjoying each others company, when there was a knock at the door. Nolan answered it and their friend entered, giving him and Sam two big kisses. "You must be Matt, right? I'm Connor", he said surprising me with a hug. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but Connor surprised me. He must have only been a few years older than me, blonde hair and green eyes. He wasn't quite a cub but clearly worked out. He was offered one of the bottles we had each had and downed it. We chatted for awhile before going to the bar downstairs for dinner. Turns out he had graduated from the same university as me the year I was a freshmen. "Yea, I was one of those basic frat gays. Headless Grindr torso and everything. Then I moved to Boston for awhile but back to NH about a year ago. We all met two years ago when I still lived in the city at an event". After dinner we went back upstairs and changed into bathing suits to use the hot tub and pool. We were all a little buzzed and the warm water didn't help. We behaved ourselves since there were other people there but Sam kept massaging my thigh. Both Nolan and Connor were very preoccupied with their phones. Eventually we made our way back to the room and got cleaned up before going out. Nolan and Sam were in black boots, jeans and harnesses with ball caps. Connor had opted for a belly shirt that showed off his muscles and booty shorts. I split the difference with a harness under a tank top and shorts. We drank a little bit before ordering the cab. When we got to the club, it was already packed with guys. By the looks of it, it was mostly geared towards daddy's and leather types, with a lot of guys my age. I found myself dancing with all three of them and even some random guys I had never met, but Connor seemed to know. At one point in the tiny bathroom, two guys exited a stall and Nolan pulled me in, giving me a quick blowjob. Once midnight hit, we all made out with each other, and I had some of the guys I was dancing with kiss me too. We didn't stay much after that, we had other things to tend to at the hotel. We got into the room, still sweaty from the dancing and the people. Nolan looked at me and began kissing me. We spent a few minutes groping each other, exploring our bodies while Sam and Connor did the same on the bed. "We gotta get ready", Nolan said slipping into the bathroom and pulling me with him. "Tonight, you're gonna get fucked in this". It was a red and black latex body suite, something I had never worn before. He oiled me up and helped me into it. It covered everything up to my wrist and ankles and neck. Next he put me in red knee high socks, and black boots with red harness. He told me to lay on the bed and wait for him. When I got out of the bathroom, Sam and Connor had changed too. Sam was wearing black leather boots and pants with a harness and hat. I assumed Connor was going to be another bottom, because he just wore a harness with latex briefs. Nolan exited the bathroom, wearing something similar to me, only his suit didn't cover everything. "Get on your knees", he growled at me. I knelt down, and the three of them stood around me and pulled their cocks out. As always I was amazed by Nolans meaty uncut dick, and Sams. But Connor's was a surprise: it was about 7in cut, and very thick. Not as thick as my Atlanta daddy but probably close. The real surprise though was the PA through the head, and the four piercings under his shaft forming a ladder. I began sweating profusely in the suit: the combination of the stimulant, alcohol, and the thought of that monster going in me were starting to combine. I began sucking on all three of them. Connor's was the strangest, the taste of metal in combination to the thickness and PA hitting the back of my throat was a whole new experience. Eventually Sam lifted me up, put restraints on my wrists and put me against the wall for fifteen minutes of his favorite past time: skull fucking me with nowhere to go except more onto his dick; coating it with throat slime. This was while Nolan rimmed Connor, who was giving him a blowjob. Finally Sam pulled me up and released my wrists. "On the bed little cub", he growled. I got on all fours but he flipped me onto my back. Nolan and Connor had just finished assembling a long black bar with rivets. They put my wrists and ankles in the spreader so that my ass was exposed on the bed, and looped rope from the end rivets to the bed posts so I wasn't going anywhere. Sam put a hood over me, but this one was new: it had blinders on it with the bag and an inflatable pump. After it was zipped over my head, I heard pumping and rubber going into my mouth: a hood with a gag. "Now we can have some real fun", Nolan whispered as someone unzipped the ass part of the suit. I felt a lube applicator going in, followed by a large dildo. I could hear the other two around me but not see, so I had no idea who was at my hole. The poppers filled the mask and before long I was in heaven and my hole kept getting looser. Finally the dildo was traded for a large plug, but at this point my cunt was so loose from all the use the past couple of weeks I barely felt it. After however long, the plug was removed, and a cock filled its space. It was huge and no metal. "Nolan", I thought. He didn't fuck me for very long before retreating, and a new one went in. "Sam", recognizing the length. He withdrew without cumming and I started sweating more. Sure enough, I felt Connor's cold PA at my hole. "Get ready, I'm gonna mess that pussy up". I was shocked at how aggressive he turned out to be. As his thick cock made its entry, my ass stretched but wasn't prepared for the extra pieces. He entered slowly, each piercing sliding in with a plop until I felt his trimmed pubes on my ass. "That could have been worse", I thought to myself. The real adventure though was him pulling back out. I felt like I was being unzipped as each piercing dragged across my hole. I bit into the gag and gave a muffled yell. "Don't worry, I'll go easy on ya, for now", he said. He picked up a pace lightly fucking me, letting me get used to his thick metal monster. After 10 minutes he exited and Sam's went back in. By this point the poppers and tingling from my hole had me lost in lust. I stopped paying attention to who's dick was inside me, I was just enjoying being filled and used. Suddenly there was light. Blinded for a minute, I realized the blinders had been removed. I tilted my head up to see who was fucking me. Except I didn't know. A complete stranger had their dick in me, with Sam, Nolan, and Connor grinning at his sides. ...................................

It was way back in the 80’s. I was 14 and pounding my cock like a madman in a mensroom stall at the Dade County public library while reading a steamy Gordon Merrick novel I found in the trash when a big, dark uncut cock appeared under the stall wall. Played with it first, then sucked it for a while before the guy told me to show him my ass. So I backed up to the stall wall and let him feel my ass and finger my hole. I felt his cock pushing up against my crack and in what seemed like a flash he was inside me. I shot two loads one right after the other while he fucked and seeded my hole. He pulled out, cleaned himself up and left in a hurry before I could see his face. Stayed in the stall for a while longer, using my own cum as lube to finger my hole and shoot a third load reliving what just happened. Used my underpants to wipe all the cum, lube and sweat off, balled them up and threw them and the paperback I’d been enjoying in my school bag, and took off home on my bike for dinner.

I have many experiences of piss-fucking, but two stick in my mind... First one was in a now-closed cottage through a gloryhole. I put my cock through and the guy started sucking me off. He then grabbed my cock tightly and swiflty turned himself around and put it up his arse bare - as if he was trying to trick me into fucking him raw (no need for that - I'd do it gladly!). Started fucking him, but felt the urge to piss and started filling him up. He took a bit, but then took my cock out - clearly he didn't want it! Carried on pissing through the hole. Second memory was in a cruise club in Amsterdam. One guy was bent over with a few guys gathered around, including myself, taking it in turns to fuck him. One guy seemed to pause and I realised he was pissing inside the bottom. When he pulled out, I could hear and see some piss coming out and quickly moved into position to plug the hole and proceeded to have one of the sloppiest fucks of my life - I told him to keep pushing it out and I got covered in the piss as I was fucking his loose hole. Both of those memories still turn me on, but have done it many times and if I've had enough water, can piss during fucking (don't need to wait until after cumming) - so if you want me to load you, get in touch.

"Yeah pig, that's hot ain't it? Watching that big fucking daddy pounding his raw POZ black cock in and out of that white twink's fuckhole! So fucking perfect!" Trevor was squirming and spreading his legs wider as Daddy continued finger fucking his wet hungry pig cunt, while he stared hypnotized at the erotic dirty verbal poz fuck taking place on the screen in front of his wide dilated eyes. "Hell yes, Daddy, it's fucking hotter than anything I ever saw. And that white guy is begging his black Master for his POZ cock! I can't believe how horny it's making me!" I began twisting his nipple nearest me as I leaned in and began running my tongue sensually along his jawline and up to his ear, causing him to moan and squirm even more. "Bet you wish that was you on that couch with him instead of the white pussy boi, huh? Bet you'd love feeling that hard fat black daddy meat slamming into your pig hole balls deep again and again, wouldn't you? Feeling his hard muscled daddy's body pressed down on your back while he pistons in and out in and out? Is that what you want you horny tina loving pig bottom?", I whispered in his ear, loud enough, of course, for Daddy to hear. Trevor shuddered and groaned low in his throat. "So fucking hot, so damn fucking hot", he panted, "but, but I don't want to get pozzed. I'd love to have him fucking me and cum in me, but, oh no, I can't take poz cum!" He whipped his eyes around to look at leather Daddy and in a voice unsteady and unsure said, "I'm sorry daddy. I can't take poz cum in my ass. Can I? Oh, Daddy!", he moaned with a hunger in his voice even as he spoke the words. Daddy pressed his lips against the full wet lips of the tweaked up fuckhole on the couch between us and slid his tongue into the accepting mouth. I heard them both moan as Daddy's thick tongue began exploring Trevor's mouth. As they started making out, Daddy pulled his fingers from the cum pig's loosened wet hole and held his head gently in both hands as their kissing intensified. As soon as Daddy's fingers slipped out of Trevor's sloppy cum hole I reached into the bag of crystal, pulled out a couple of medium sized shards and used 3 of my fingers to slide them into Trevor's burning hole. His legs immediately spread wider and he moaned and bucked against Daddy as they continued making out and my fingers worked more tina into his already overloaded system. He finally pulled away from Daddy's sexy lips, panting loudly and throwing his head back. "Oh fuck yeah bro! Yeah work this pig bottom's hole over with your fingers. Feels so fucking GOOD!! Gawd I never knew, I never knew it could feel so good! My holes belong to both of you. Use it, fuck it, breed it...just don' stop! Oh please!!" As soon as he stopped talking we all heard the neg white twink in the video yell out, "Oh fuck YES Daddy! Fuck your boi's hole! Give me that big black poz cock! It feels so good....please Daddy, don't stop! Knock me up with your raw poz cock!" Trevor, lost in the sensations in his ass and the uncontrolled lust burning in his brain rolled his head back and forth moaning, "Oh yes daddy. Don't stop. Fuck me with your cock daddy. Fuck me hard with your POZ cock!" "Fuck yeah!" me and Daddy both let out together. "Hearing you say that, boi, has your daddy and pig bro so fucking hot! I know you don't want to take a poz cock and cum in your ass, but it's so damn fucking sweet hearing you beg like that! How about if we have some fun with some hot dirty verbal roleplay? Let us fuck your sweet hot pig pussy and we'll just pretend we're both poz, and you start begging us for our poz cocks and poz cum in your ass! I promise you boi, you will get fucked like you can't imagine..and I bet you'll love it to. What do you think, boi?", Daddy finished up as he leaned down and bit hard onto Trevor's pointed hairy nip and I rammed my fingers hard inside his cum coated hole. "So hot," Trevor moaned, "so fucking hot!" He raised his head up from the back of the couch and with feverish eyes full of dark need he looked at us both. "I need to get fucked. I need to be bred. Please Daddy, please bro....fuck me...fuck me with your hot POZ cocks and fill me up with your dirty toxic cum!" Hot damn! The pig was almost there! It was just a matter of time now..time and tina.

Part 7 I had a few more horny experiences in the toilet at Marble Arch that summer - one afternoon I fucked a good looking young German guy with an incredibly tight arse who was well up for being fucked. I fucked him bareback, pants down in the toilet cubicle and shot my load right up him and then about half an hour later I saw him walking along Oxford Street hand in had in with his girlfriend. One day I was in there looking over the wall into the next stall when I saw someone I knew bent over the toilet being fucked. I had met Peter a few weeks before on holiday in Ibiza and had had a very enjoyable threesome with him and his partner. They were both in their late 20s and also from London. Peter was really good looking, small, slim and dark with a cheeky smile and a hairy arse and his partner was taller and a bit nerdy looking. I had met them one night at Bar Teatro and after a few drinks we had ended up back at their apartment. After a lot of sucking and rimming we had both fucked Peter up the arse - me with a condom (they insisted) and his partner without one. Peter was now bent over the toilet, his smart work shirt pushed up his back and his trousers and pants at his ankles as a tall Arab guy fucked him up the arse. I unzipped my trousers, got my cock out and started to wank as I watched Peter being fucked. As I watched, the Arab guy pulled his cock right out of Peter's arse and wanked it a few times. As he did, I noticed that the Arab guy's cock was massive which really turned me on and also noticed that he wasn't wearing a condom - which turned me on even more. As I watched, he pushed his cock back up Peter's arse and began to fuck him again. Peter's boyfriend had an average sized cock and I guessed he was really enjoying taking the Arab guy's massive cock up his tight little arse. I now had a great view of his big bare cock thrusting into Peter's arse and it was not too long before he pushed his cock hard up Peter's arse and held it there, obviously shooting his load right up him. I watched as the Arab guy stuffed his cock back into his pants and left the cubicle. Peter stood up and leaned against the tiled wall of the cubicle for a moment, then bent down and pulled up his pants. We had talked about meeting up again for another threesome when we were back in London and I was really turned on knowing that Peter fucked bare behind his boyfriend's back. I decided to make contact and see if I could get to meet him on his own. This proved quite easy and about two weeks after I had seen him in the toilet he met me at my flat and I fucked him bareback and dumped two loads right up his hairy arse hole. Not long after this I met the guy who was to become my partner for the next ten years. When we met we talked about safe sex and I said I usually played safe but admitted my record was not 100%. He was the same and so we agreed we would continue to use condoms and get tested. We both tested negative but continued to use condoms throughout our relationship - somehow it just seemed natural. I was glad we did keep using condoms with each other because it meant that I wasn't putting him at risk when I occasionally indulged in a bit of unprotected sex outside the relationship.... We had been together just over a year when I got stuck in traffic one afternoon on the way home from work. We were living in West London at the time and a serious accident had resulted in several roads being closed. I had finished work early and was looking forward to getting home but the roads all around became grid locked and I got stuck in traffic for over two hours. Eventually I managed to find a way out of the traffic and worked out a possible route home. The traffic was still moving very slowly and I had now been stuck in the car for nearly three hours. I was desperate for a piss and I knew if I didn't find somewhere to stop I was going to totally piss my pants. I was now somewhere in the vicinity of Southall in West London and just up ahead I saw a sign for a public toilet. I wasn't sure if it would still be open but a few minutes later I saw the toilet on the edge of a big square green and as I got closer to it I saw someone go in. Seconds later I was parked up and making my way to the toilet. It was quite busy in there but I practically elbowed two guys aside and pushed my way into the urinal. I don't think I have ever needed or enjoyed a piss so much. When I had finally finished I had a look around and realised I had stumbled into a very active toilet. Soon I was wanking at the urinal with three other guys and the door to the one cubicle, which had been shut, was opened again and I saw that there were two guys in there. One was a guy about my age and the other a young Asian lad who looked about eighteen or nineteen. I was standing next to the cubicle and the guy motioned to me to stand in front of it. Soon I was keeping watch as the two guys at the urinal continued wanking each other and the Asian lad bent over and started sucking the other guy's cock. I had not cum for several days and I was horny so I didn't hesitate to get involved in the action. I watched as the Asian lad sucked the other guy's cock for a while and then stood up. The guy turned him round and the Asian lad pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the toilet. I watched as the guy rolled on a condom and pushed his cock up the Asian lad's arse. It slid up him easily and I guessed that they been fucking when I had interrupted them. I watched and wanked for a while and then the Asian lad turned his head and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked me very well and I had every intention of letting him suck me until I unloaded in his mouth but after a while the guy pulled out of the Asian lad's arse and motioned to me to take his place. As I moved round behind the Asian lad he handed me a condom. I took it but I didn't put it on. I pulled the Asian lad's cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I slid up his arse easily and began to fuck him. I don't know if the Asian lad realised he was being fucked without a condom - he didn't look around - but the other guy's eyes widened and then he began to wank as he watched me barebacking the Asian lad. I was very horny and knew I wouldn't last very long so I took hold of the Asian lad and began to fuck him harder. After about ten or twelve thrusts I was very close and the other guy whispered "are you cumming up his arse?" I nodded and he said "Fuck that's hot...do it, mate....cum in his arse" I groaned and began to shoot what felt like a massive load right up the Asian lad, encouraged all the time by the other guy. I thought he was one of these guys who don't fuck without a condom themselves but get turned on by seeing others do it but as soon as I pulled out he was back up the Asian lad - no condom this time - and after just a few hard thrusts he added his load to mine. It was all very horny and I was really turned on by the thought that the other guy had been playing safe until he saw me fucking bare. It was about two years later when I gave into temptation again. I was in the northern part of what had formerly been East Germany and I was taking the train back to Berlin after visiting a friend. It was mid morning and the station was quite quiet. This particular part of East Germany hadn't yet seen much regeneration and the station was quite old fashioned and run down. I had quite a bit of time before my train so I walked to the end of the long platform and then back again and up to the other end. At the far end of the platform I discovered the entrance to a toilet. I went in and found a small urinal area and two cubicles. One of the cubicles was occupied and the other was empty. I took a piss in the urinal and then looked into the vacant cubicle. There was some graffiti on the wall and quite a large glory hole between the cubicles. I felt my cock hardening in my pants - it had been several years since I encountered a decent glory hole. I entered the cubicle and locked the door. I pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet. The hole was covered with paper on the other side so I waited, hoping that it wouldn't be some old troll in the other cubicle. After a short while the paper moved and I saw someone look through the hold. I could tell it was quite a young guy so I leaned back and showed my hard cock. Almost immediately his finger appeared at the hole. I looked through and saw a fairly ordinary looking guy who looked to be in his early to mid 20s. I didn't hesitate. I stood up and pushed my hard cock through the hole. The German lad began to suck me and soon I was pushing myself hard against the wall, enjoying an amazing blow job. I was soon close to cumming and so I pulled out and motioned to him to push his cock through. He did and I sucked him for a while. After a while he pulled his cock back and, ready to cum now, I pushed my cock back through the hole. He sucked me for a moment and then stopped and I felt a different sensation. I pulled back and looked through the hole. His bare arse was now pushed against the hole and as I watched, he reached round and pulled his cheeks apart. There was no way I could resist, even if I had wanted to. I took hold of my cock pushed it up his arse and gave him what he wanted. I fucked him hard until I shot my load right up him. When I finished cumming and pulled out he looked through the hole and grinned at me. I grinned back, pulled up my pants and opened the cubicle door. A young blond guy in a German Army uniform was standing outside the cubicles, leaning on the sink. I wasn't sure how quiet I had been as I unloaded my cum up the young guy's arse but the soldier didn't look at me. He just stared straight ahead as I washed my hands and left the toilet. He was quite good looking, blond and stocky, with what looked like a very fit arse filing out his Bundeswehr army trousers. Once outside the cubicle I checked my watch - still about 15 minutes before my train was due. I took a seat a little way down the platform and watched the toilet door. No one came out and I wondered if the army guy was now enjoying a bareback fuck. I got up and made my way to the toilet. I entered very quietly and listened for a while. The cubicle doors were quite solid so I couldn't really hear anything. Noiselessly I got down and took a look under the cubicle doors. As I thought - two pairs of feet both pointing in the same direction - a pair of trainers on one side of the partition and a pair of army boots on the other. The army guy now had his cock up the other guy's arse and I guessed that it would not be long before the lad on the other side took another load of cum up his arse. I was now in a serious relationship and in addition to this, more an more public toilets were being closed down, so it was quite a few years before I next dropped my pants in a public toilet. It happened by chance. By the mid 2000s my relationship was not really going anywhere and me and my partner were increasingly living separate lives. My career, on the other hand, was taking off and I was doing well and on the way up. I was starting to apply for jobs at a higher level and soon I had got my first interview. I had to go to Richmond in South West London for my interview and I took good care to get there in plenty of time. I had a wander round and it was not too long before I found a public toilet underneath a branch of Waitrose. I had plenty of time to kill so I thought I would just check it out. I knew immediately it was active - I had entered as quietly as possible and as I did, a cubicle door banged and two guys at the urinals had obviously just pulled apart. I joined the two guys at the urinal, a young black guy and a guy in a postman's uniform. Soon we were all wanking I had my hand down the back of the young black lad's pants, fingering his arsehole. The black lad shot his load first, closely followed by the postman. I went off for my interview and when I came back out I had some lunch and then made my way back to the toilet. It was now early afternoon and the toilet was quite quiet. I wanked at the urinal with two guys for a while but neither of them really interested me and they soon left. After a while three other guys came in. One went into a cubicle and the other two came over to the urinal. A coupe of other guys came and went and soon there was me, a fit skinhead in green bomber jacket and a tall, thin dark haired young lad all wanking together at the urinal. No one came in for a while and the young lad bent over and began to suck my cock. When he stood up again I went down and started sucking the skinhead's big cock. After a while the young lad motioned to the end cubicle and the skin head followed him. I hesitated. I knew it was taking a big risk but I was very horny..... Seconds later all three of us were in the end cubicle with our pants down and the young dark haired lad was on his knees taking turns sucking my cock and the skinhead's. It was very horny and it was soon to get hornier. As the dark haired guy sucked my cock, the skinhead pulled him up and began to finger his arse. He got down behind the dark haired guy and pulled his pants right down. He pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his arse and the dark haired guy moaned. After a while he stood up and began to rub his cock against the dark haired guy's arse hole. He started trying to push it up him but the dark haired guy pulled back and shook his head. The skinhead produced a small pack of lube and showed it to him but he shook his head again. The skinhead looked at me. I was well horny now and I didn't hesitate. I pulled my pants right down and bent over and he opened the sachet and fingered some lube into my arse. I felt his hard cock pushing against my arse and I spread my legs and pushed back. He pushed his cock right up me and I groaned as he began to fuck me. I was really turned on. The toilet was dirty and smelt strongly of piss and a lot of flies were buzzing around and here I was, bent over with my pants down and my smart suit trousers at my ankles being fucked bareback by a total stranger. It was a while since I had done anything like this and I was more turned on than I had been for a long time. I also hadn't had a cock this big up my arse for a while and I enjoyed every minute of the fuck and even more so when he groaned loudly and pushed his cock hard up my arse and held it there and I knew I was taking a load up cum up my arse for the first time in years. The skinhead finished cumming and pulled out. I was just about to get up when, to my surprise, the young dark haired guy moved round and began to push his cock up my arse. I had thought he didn't want to fuck but I certainly wasn't complaining and I reached round and helped guide his cock into my arse. As I thought - no condom. When he was right up me I bent forward. The skinhead left the cubicle and the dark haired guy began to fuck me. I spread my legs and began to push back, once again enjoying a bareback fuck. After a short time his breathing got heavier and heavier and he put his arms round me and pulled me back as he slumped over me and I knew I was getting a second load up my unprotected arse. Soon I was sitting on the underground on my way home to my partner , looking smart and professional in my best suit - with two random loads of cum in my arse. Later that year one of my friends was down from Scotland for a conference and I had arranged to meet him after work for a few drinks before we went on for something to eat with some other friends. Alan was the same age as me and we had been friends for many years. He was in a long term relationship but sometimes strayed when he was away from home and he and I had been cruising together quite a few times. Some years ago when Alan was staying with me we had a threesome with a young blond twink and I discovered that Alan also sometimes enjoyed fucking without a condom. That night we had both fucked the twink bareback and cum in his arse and the next day we had both got horny and I had fucked Alan and shot a load up him. Since then we had become fuck buddies as well as friends. I hadn't seen Alan for a while and was looking forward to catching up with him. We had arranged to meet in a bar in central London called 79CXR It closed down some years ago but it was very popular at this time. It was also quite often very cruisy - especially downstairs in the toilets and occasionally upstairs in the bar on the first floor. I had arranged to meet Alan in the first floor bar and I was a bit early so I got myself a drink and went to find a table. It was quite quiet up there - just me and a group of six or seven 20 something lads enjoying a drink after work. Alan was a bit late but after a while he joined me, grinning and sat down with his drink. As he sat down, a young blond lad joined the group in the bar. He looked over at Alan and grinned as he joined his mates. I looked at Alan suspiciously. He grinned again and told me he had just fucked the lad in the toilets downstairs. "Did you use a condom?" I asked. Alan grinned again and shook his head. "Did you cum in his arse?" Alan nodded, still grinning. I looked across at the lad, drinking with his mates - none of them with any idea that he had just taken a load of cum in his arse. We had a few drinks and then Alan asked me if I fancied checking out the toilet with him. I was still horny from what he had told me earlier and didn't take much persuading. We made our way down to toilet separately so as not to make it too obvious. We were soon in a threesome with a ginger suited guy and then we were joined by an older guy. Alan was (as usual) the centre of attention and at one point he was on his knees sucking one cock after another as I kept watch at the door. Soon he was bent over, pants and trousers at his ankles, sucking the ginger lad as the older guy rimmed him and another guy watched and wanked. I was really turned on watching the scene as first the older guy and then the ginger guy fingered Alan's arse while he sucked the other guy. It was the ginger guy who fucked him - bareback up against the urinal - and shot his load right up him. It was very horny. It was nearly time to meet the others and I walked back to Alan's hotel with him. When we got into his room he asked if I was horny. "Fuck yeah" I said. Without a word he pulled his trousers and pants down and bent over the bed. I unzipped my trousers, pulled my pants down and pushed my cock right up his arse. He groaned as I began to fuck him. I hadn't fucked Alan for a couple of years and I enjoyed every minute of it - knowing that he had the ginger lad's load up him just made it even hornier and it was not long before I shot a nice big load right up Alan's cunt. He had just time for a quick shower and as I watched him pulling on a clean pair of pants I asked him if he still had our cum up his arse and he nodded. As far as I know he still had two loads of cum up his arse as we met our friends in a nearby restaurant. Final part to follow