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Part 2 I felt a battle going on inside my head as I pedaled closer to the park. Part of my mind was hoping I'd see Drew here again like last week, but part of my mind was hoping he wouldn't be here. That it was just some one-off unexplainable thing and I could forget it and go back to my normal, routine (vanilla?) life. But I couldn't forget it and I knew that was a fact as the memories from last week in Drew's apartment became clearer and sharper and I felt an urgency inside to see him again. My mind gave itself over to the memories flooding in. I was taking a third hit off the pipe and getting hornier and more eager with every cloud I was blowing, feeling the smoke free my mind in a way I never knew it could be freed. I was slouched down a ways on Drew's couch rolling my head back and forth as I felt my cock once more burrow into the deepest part of his throat, loving the way he was making me feel with his wet hungry mouth. My wife was not very good at cocksucking so I had never experienced the sensations Drew was giving me. I was thinking to myself again and again, “What else have I missed and not known about all these years? What other seducing feelings and urges that Drew was making me aware of. I blew out a huge white cloud, feeling the immediate erotic wave roll over me, and thrust my hips up hard into the sweating face of the naked sexy young stud who was kneeling between my wide spread legs forcing my dripping cockhead another centimeter or two deeper into his expert and welcoming throat. “Oh fuck, baby! Hot fucking damn! Yeah baby suck that cock. Use your throat and make love to daddy's dick. Damn boy you're making my cock harder than it's ever been! Holy fuck!! Take it you hot fucker!!” I looked down my sweat-soaked abs and locked eyes with the handsome cock-worshiper impaled on my rigid dick, and saw the smile even with his lips stretched wide around my thickness. There was something else in his eyes and face as well that I couldn't quite name, but it stirred something in my head that made me want this to go on forever and made me want to please him as much as he was pleasing me. I felt another stirring too and realized almost too late that his sucking mouth and throat had brought me to the edge of orgasm. “Oh, sh*t, boy! Damn! I'm close. Your mouth is gonna make daddy cum! So good! Your mouth feels sooooo good!” Suddenly the wet warmth was gone from around my cock and I felt the cool air brushing against it's throbbing wetness. “No! No!” I almost sobbed. “Why'd you stop dude? I was so close. I wanted to feed you my cum so bad!” Drew wrapped one strong hand around spit-slick cock and slowly stroked it, dissolving me into soft moans of sensual pleasure. “I know you wanted to cum down my throat and I want to taste it, but not yet. I have so much more to show you, Justin, and I don't want you cumming too soon then leaving. I want us to have a lot more fun first. Don't you want that too, daddy?” he asked looking at me as his tongue rolled across the piss slit in my cockhead lapping up a thick bead of precum. “Hell yes I do! I fucking love it! Need to keep going, baby!” Still staring intently at me I watched him dip his head just slightly then felt that amazing tongue licking all around and across my cum-filled hairy nuts. “Oh gawwwwwddddd, boy! Your tongue is fucking amazing! Where'd you learn to use it like you do? Mmmmmmmm. Lick 'em, Yeah feel how heavy they are with cum.” Laying my head back and closing my eyes I began playing with my nips and felt Drew nuzzle lower and more firmly into my sweaty blond crotch hairs then felt him take one full bulging ball into his perfect mouth and begin washing it with his spit and tongue. Fuck yeah!, I thought! Keeps feeling better and better. Feeling Drew release my nutsac and sensing his movement I raised my head and opened my eyes as he stood up from the floor and straddled his slim hot tight smooth body over my waist, his knees on the couch on either side of me. A look of complete lust crossed his face as he began slowly stroking his own hard cock and asked me, “Did you like what I did to your cock and balls, daddy? Did it turn you on having your hard married dick inside my mouth and throat, treating it like you said your wife never has?” One hand still stroking his rigid meat, the other hand moved to my furry nips and twisted them making me buck under him and moan. “Yeah, baby! You know how hot it made me. You took it all so eagerly and willingly. I could tell you liked having daddy's cock in your mouth. My wife rarely even tries to give me a blowjob anymore. You are so much better at it than she could ever be!” Drew had moved upwards a bit more and now had his knees right at my hairy armpits and the head of his dripping cock rubbing softly against my chin. I was staring at the clear thick drop of precum covering his cockhead and didn't realize I had licked my lips. But Drew realized it. He ran the fingers of one hand through my hair as he waggled his manhood before me. “Looks like the sexy married daddy from the park whose not into guys likes watching me stroke my hard 7” cock for you. Do you? Do you like seeing it slide in and out of my fist, putting on a show for you?” “Yes!”, I said in a cracked voice. “It looks so good, so.....so.....” I trailed off not sure what I was trying to say. Drew helped find the right word. “So tasty and delicious? Is that what you're saying daddy?” he said with a touch of glee in his soft whisper. “Yes that's it exactly! It looks so tasty!” Drew rose up higher on his knees bringing his oozing cockhead into contact with my lips. “Open up daddy and find out just how tasty your horny boy's cock is.” With no hesitation or resistance I parted my lips and felt the thick flesh of cock enter my mouth for the first time ever! I growled in my throat and raised my head forward taking more of this sexy stud's cock into my mouth. I was addicted right away! (to be continued)

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.

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?**

*AUTHOR NOTE*: inspiration comes from a real event but the development is pure fantasy; it's a one-time story, no second episodes are planned. *AUTHOR NOTE 2*: yeah, I fantasize about pozzing some of those sermonizers, but I'll never do it - first of all because they do not deserve any attention both from me and HIV! My virus is too smart to accept such an offense; but at least I can write a story about this... If someone feels insulted, well, I consider it a coming out as keyboard warrior and they already know my answer. --- He appeared showing a lion as avatar and I considered him an Internet user like any other; his name was a series of letters and numbers with apparently no meaning, nothing that could wake up my interest in knowing him further. Till he mentioned me in a forum post I replied to; I explained how gifting turns me on, despite I would never do it for real: "Let me ask", he quoted me. "If you really don't approve spreading HIV intentionally, why are you turned on by stories about it?" Maybe he felt disturbed by my profile, where I openly talk about my gifting fantasies; he didn't give a damn about the fact I was undetectable and could harm no one, even poz talking with complete strangers. He was too concentrated in sermonizing me and continued like that for the following week, with no answer from me. My plan was to exclude him with the "block/ignore" feature but it suddenly changed as soon as he came up with a private message: "You're a keyboard warrior! As far as I can guess, you're not poz! I don't believe it! Prove it to me!" That was an offense to my pride: me, a keyboard warrior? I could immediately send him my HIV test results in real time buying a self-test and recording it on video. "I won't descend to your level", I told myself and let it go without even looking at his profile. "Prove your poz status", the guy insisted every time he saw me on line; "any way you want!" ANY WAY? Fuck, I was getting hard just at the idea of having him on his back, feet over my shoulder, with my raw poz dick buried in him; without even knowing how he looked like or how his voice was. Just the challenging tone of his written words made me think it was time to teach him a lesson! HIV does not care about a person's physical appearance, why should I? But curiosity hit me: his profile was actually interesting! He claimed to be submissive, loved to be used and abused, in several profile parts he specified to be STD free and looking for "safe" people to be fucked by. Sexting welcome. I used the same approach I have for other contacts I sext with, reading his oldest posts I had quite a perfect idea of what buttons to push to turn him on; in a few days of messaging back and forth, he was virtually mine! I skipped on purpose the poz matter as my plan was taking shape: I had to conquest him during a meds holiday! I took my time, easy and daily sexting till I felt his complete submission. "Next week I'll be there", I announced surprising him. "You challenged me and I accepted it!" "Don't know what you're talking about", was his reply; a further demonstration of his inclination: he was a keyboard warrior! A sex hungry one though, as he gave me his address even without knowing how I looked like too. The week passed and I had scheduled an entire week-end out of town. We exchanged numbers but I did never get a call from him, just texts! I also had some doubts in the meantime: what if he texts because he can't talk or hear, if he's deaf and I poz him without knowledge? He could also be on PrEP, we purposely avoided such topics in plenty of time, sex was the only thing that mattered. "Door unlocked", I texted; "I'm there in 30 minutes. Get ready, naked and clean! Surprise 4 u!" "waiting 4 u, clean OK" he messaged me back. Damn, it was really hard to find a parking place near by, but a short walk was worth it; 20 minutes instead of 10, then finally I found an unlocked door as he described. The house seemed empty so, without knowing his name, I shouted: "where's my lion? Poz talk author is here!" No voice came from anywhere but in the end I reached a small bedroom... with actually a young guy sitting naked on a chair. Headphone over his head, a joystick in hands and a war game on the screen in front of him. What the fuck, which trouble was I getting into! My temptation was to turn around and leave, but rationality hit me: if I accuse this guy to be a keyboard warrior I can't behave as such! His appearance though, was not the experienced, sexually active man he claimed to be in messages! "Sir", I heard his shy voice as soon as I gently touched his arm to get his attention. "Is it... is it you? I did not expect you to show up for real!" I positioned my hands on his naked shoulders and tried to massage him; seduction takes time and this one needs patience and trust from me. "You said 30 minutes, it took an hour! I thought you were a..." "Keyboard warrior?" I interrupted him and gestured him towards the bed: "get your ass in there, I have no time for videogame addicted!" He obeyed and was laying on the bed, on his back; I sat next to him with a bag in my hands, staying there without taking my clothes off. He nodded when I asked if he was 18, "will turn 19 in a couple weeks", he smiled proudly. In time for the gift, I thought to myself but didn't say a word. "Finger fuck me", he was begging. His dick becoming hard while looking at me and my bag. "What do you have in there, sir?" Without answering I sucked and rimmed him for a while, his hole relaxing every time my tongue went in deeper. Damn, he was moaning like a bitch in heat! "Fuck... fuck me", he moaned softly. "Please sir, fuck me..." My smile became soon a mischievous grin: "first day we met you asked me a question. To show you my HIV status. Here I am! Now, if you want me to fuck you, we'll perform these HIV tests together and fuck while waiting for the result. Are you game?" His voice didn't speak, but I saw his body sweating and his dick starting to leak precum; it was obvious what he wanted! We set a timer on my phone and left our waiting tests on his nightstand, it was matter of some minutes. I unzipped my pants and, without even wasting time to strip, I inserted my raw dick in him. "OUCH", he whimpered, but without even caring I was slowly and firmly thrusting into him; fuck, he was tight! I felt his tender insides tearing, his blood and my poz precum acting as lube for his probably virgin hole. "Almost there", I grinned pounding him hard, till I was balls deep. Meanwhile the timer was continuing going down and as soon as it showed one minute, I picked up my rhythm. "Almost there", I repeated staring at the tests. "Look at these results and tell me what you want!" Finally the timer rang; one, two, three times, I wanted to breed him instantly but the sound disturbed this moment so I stopped it; responses were now visible, with two and one line! "Oh, no", he started to cry; "You're really poz and I'm not on PrEP... Please pull out!" "Undetectable", I whispered in his ear, looking into his eyes. "You wanted a safe guy, and here I am! Ready for load number two?" He panicked, but I kept him in place with my strong hands; my phone still on its stand, pointing directly to his face. "Tell me what you want, fucking keyboard warrior! Look into my eyes and tell me you want me to stop!" I enjoyed his warm ass walls around my shaft, knowing I could not last longer; my virus happy to have finally found a worthy host. "Please, I want your load... sir, please..." "Better", I commanded. "You can do better!" "Breed me, seed me, impregnate me..." I squeezed his balls with one hand: "which kind of load do you want? Tell me!" "Your positive load, I want... I want your HIV!" His face turning red, embarrassed and pleased at the same time while I flooded his guts with my second load; "take it, fucking keyboard warrior! Take your birthday gift!" I collapsed on him, completely spent. Our sweaty bodies entwined into an unexpected embrace. "Hold it in", I whispered; "I want you to keep all my poz seed in you." "It's not fair", he told me after a while. "You claim to be poz, fantasize about gifting and then can't transmit." "Time will tell", I replied; a last hug, a kiss on his forehead then I left his house. "Want 2 keep in touch", he texted the following day. "maybe a repeat?" "You MUST keep in touch" was my answer. "Let me know if there are any news." No text came from him for a couple weeks, till his birthday arrived and I sent him a message: "u received my gift?" and he answered "Will check in a while, in bed sick now." "On my way", I typed back; "happy birthday, my poz son!"

Part 16 -“Open your mouth, bitch”. I complied and felt him spit onto my tongue. -“Swallow!” -“Good boy! Now open again!” he ordered as he shoved his dick into my mouth. I gagged a bit as it hit the back of my throat but he was holding my head firmly in place so I could not back out. He was fucking my head like a maniac, I could only feel his balls slapping my chin and his sweat drip onto my forehead. The room was unusually hot and I suspected he had turned the heat up. The smell of sweat was almost getting me high and I was trying to catch as much of his manly scent as I could when catching my breath in between his thrusting movements. After a few minutes, he slowed his movements down, and I could hear him pant, trying to catch his breath too. His cock slid out of my mouth, all gooey and covered with my saliva. -“Now, it’s nice and wet, it will slide easily into that slut hole of yours, right boy?” -“Yes, Sir!” -“What do you want, boy?”. I felt a slap on my face before I could even utter a word. -“What do you want, boy?” -“I want whatever Sir wants!” -“Good answer! That’s a good boy!”. I was still on my knees, blindfolded. I was hearing him walking around me while talking to me but could not completely figure out where he was. I suddenly felt his hands grabbing me under the arms, lifting me up and throw me onto the bed. The man was strong! I’m only 5’8 but quite heavy for my height, working out 5 times a week, but he seemed to be able to just swing me around like a feather. I was on my back, a bit surprised and lost, when I felt his hands on my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the mattress. -“Look at your hole, with the cum dripping out! It’s gonna make some great lube!” I could feel his cock being rubbed against my hole and around, probably scooping the load that was trying to escape. I felt the head being lined up and pressed slightly. My head was grabbed from behind to raise it and I smelled the bottle of poppers being put under my nose. -“Sniff it, boy! You’ll need it!” His right hand was holding my left nostril shut while I was inhaling deeply. My nose was then pinched shut completely. -“Hold it in!” before he proceeded to my other nostril. I felt the heat and the rush in my body and my head. I grabbed my legs to open them up as much as I could. I was breathing heavily. -“That’s it! Open!” All the sudden, I felt his cock being rammed into me, balls deep. I felt like I was being stabbed in my lower stomach, and my hole was burning. -“FUCK!” I screamed. Another slap came. -“Silence, bitch! My boss is in the next room, you don’t want him to hear you, do you?” -“No, Sir.” I uttered, still in pain. -“Anyway, it won’t be long before I’m done with you! I’ve been jerking for hours and your cum-filled hole feels amazing!”. His movements picked up. I was feeling a mix of pleasure and pain, and was probably moaning too loud for his taste, even if I was biting my tongue not to scream. A third slap came. -“I told you to keep it down, boy!” He was fucking me frantically. -“And anyway, are you hoping someone’s gonna come to save you? It’s too late, you’re gonna get my poz babies soon! No turning back!” It drove me nuts! But I couldn’t even say anything before he added. -“That’s right! I love getting dumb sluts like you to take my poz cum, but you didn’t even care to ask!” -“I want your poz cum, Sir!” -“Oh really, bitch? You’re a willing chaser? Then I’ll gladly oblige!” I was jerking my cock so hard it was starting to hurt, but he slapped my hand away from my dick. -“Nope! You’re here for my pleasure, not yours!” I felt his pace picking up, until he rammed his cock one last time balls deep, throbbing. -“That’s it, boy! Take that fucking poz load!” He kept sliding in and out, slowly. I could feel the cum being churned and leaking out. He slid out, got me onto my feet, and got me dressed. I was still blindfolded. I felt him guiding me firmly till I heard the door being opened. -“Now, get the fuck out, chaser boy! I’ll call you if I need you again!” The blindfold was taken off and I heard the door slam behind me.

I got hit up by this cute 18 y/o boy named Noah who wanted a quickie after school. I can't host and was a bit freaked out that he was still in HS and insisted he show me his DL before I would do anything at all. He was able to host thankfully as I can't and he was impossibly cute, shaggy curly blonde hair, cut face, blue eyes, smooth body and a nice sized uncut cock. I was kind of taken aback as to why he'd want to get with me, but he admitted he didn't want his buds to know he was "like that". I'm a pretty sympathetic listener and explained that I got it. We had been chatting a while and agreed to meet up today once he got out of school. We had talked about what we wanted sexually, which was to flip fuck, and had talked about barebacking. He said he wanted to talk about it in person once we'd met and that he'd feel more comfortable that way. It could be reductive and say I like a challenge, but I'm open to all kinds of play. We met up outside by his house and started chatting. He admitted he was too scared for me to know where he lived and wanted to talk first, which was cool. I was willing to do whatever to get with this hottie. Once we met up though I was totally charged up and horny as fuck and I got the sense he was too. He kept playing with his cock and it was obviously as big as he had alluded to. He finally agreed to go back to his house and once inside he was all over me, kissing me intensely, groping my cock and telling me how bad he wanted to fuck me. I reminded him I needed to see his ID and he pulled out his wallet and driver's license which, honestly, I barely looked at. Yes, his name was Noah, and I seared his last name in my mind so I could search up on him when I got home and memorized his DOB too. He cautioned me that while he had time to have some fun his parents would be home anywhere from 6 to 7 and we needed to get down to it. I smiled broadly at that and said OK, and we moved to his bedroom, locked the door and stripped down. We were deep into kissing each other and soon were on the bed, me grinding my cock up against his ass and wanting to put it in him in the worst possible way. He's awkwardly stretching for his nightstand and can see and hear him fumbling for something and he winds up handing me lube. Saying nothing I quickly lube up my cock and his ass and quickly force my cock inside him raw. His eyes are wide and his face live with delight as he's calling out "oh yeah" and "fuck yeah" as I enter him raw. He says nothing about wrapping and he clearly doesn't care to talk about in person as he'd mentioned earlier. Clearly, he wants raw, or he'd have said no. I have his legs over my shoulders and am driving deep inside his ass, kissing him deeply, telling him how hot he is and how bad I want to cum in him. He's also telling me how bad he wants my load, how hot my cock is, and not to pull out. I'm totally into him and before long I blast a load deep in his hole. I collapse on him telling him how hot he was and how much I enjoyed it. He's kissing me deeply back saying he loves how I did him and that he wants to do the same to me but wants to be honest. I pull him close in a hug and say I'm cool with whatever he has to say, and he admits to me that he's never been tested, and is that OK? I say it is, knowing full well he's not asked me my status before I bred him, not that I really cared. He's hot and I want his seed regardless. He looks relieved that I want his cum and eagerly roll on my back with him on top me and guiding his cock to my ass. I can reach my hand over to where the lube is lying on the bedspread and hand it to him and can feel him lubing up my ass and his cock. I'm gasping as I take his massive cock balls deep and don't give a shit that he doesn't know his status.... I want that cock and his load. And it doesn't take long until he is pounding me so hard, I can't even think straight. He's one of the biggest cocks I've taken in a while and he's hitting me in all the places I want to get fucked. He's kissing me deeply as I can barely breathe for the deep pounding he's giving me as I beg for him to cum in me. He finally gives me his load...an intense spasm, that I can feel all over me, inside and out. He collapses on me, panting, trying to catch his breath as I pull him in a bear hug, thanking him for giving me what I wanted. I know I should care about his status, but I wanted his load so bad I'm willing to take my chances. I loved that he took me no questions so its not for me to get all butt hurt. He looked at the clock and said we had time for one more quickie and did I want to fuck him or me fuck him again? I told him I wanted to fuck him again and quick shot another load balls deep in his ass. We both collapsed on the bed and again started kissing each other. He asked me why I wasn't dating and I admitted I hated being committed to a guy and liked messing around with other guys and liked having multiple guys fucking me. He laughed and said that sounded a lot like him, and that he liked guys using his ass too. I asked how often he got it, and he admitted it was a mix of buds and guys off apps. I admitted that was cool as I met up with guys off of apps and liked having fun like he did. It was getting late in the day and he was getting nervous about his parents coming home and said I should get going. I thanked him and said I was down to hook up any time he wanted and he said he was as well. He thanked me for being chill about not knowing his status and we had another bear hug before I left. I know I have no problems taking his seed and am guessing there are LOTS of guys that would take his seed as well.

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.

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. "

Every now and then I like to whore out someone who is willing to completely give up their body to me. You'll spend a weekend being whored out in a city hotel and bathhouse taking loads from any and everyone with no say. You are only there to be useful and used by the guys who want to use your body how they want to use it. You'll take a lot of loads, but if some guy wants you to fuck them you better get hard and give them your load, etc. I've had pure bottoms top for the first time this way and it's always an incredible experience when one pushes past their limits. By the end of the weekend you get on the plane or train leaking cum and go back home. Prefer younger twinks but would consider anyone. Message me if you're interested or know someone who is.

My (now ex-) wife never knew that I took raw cock - and still doesn’t. Likewise, she doesn’t know that I love to get fucked up before during and after I take raw cock (I only started after I was separated). @PartyandBreed - I’d love to have the opportunity to tell you about the first time I did T (perhaps while you shove it in my vein next year).

Invited a guy over from sniffies tonight to meet me in the parking lot of my building and we’d fuck in his car. When he got here I came down and opened the door to the passenger side but he told me not to get in and just stay there. He got out and came around, pulled my pants down, squirted some lube on his cock, pushed me over and rammed his cock in hard. It kind of hurt but he didn’t slow down. Kept his hands on my neck and the whole time he was really verbal like before he came he kept saying stuff like take this fucking load you faggot whore your pussy is so loose how many other loads have you taken today etc etc.. my favorite things to hear. But the whole exchange was maybe 10 minutes max. After he finished all he said to me was “stand up slut”

Damn, thanks man. It ain't easy getting older, so sometimes it's good to hear I still have some appeal.

Was horny as fuck last night. Got on to Grindr and hit up a bottom not too far away. He was younger and horny like me. We got chatting and arranged for him to be waiting for me ass up on his bed. I was about to head off when he asked if I'd wear a rubber. I said "No" He then asked if I'd pull out of his ass before I shot my load. Again I refused and told him I wanted to breed him. With that he said "I don't think that works for me" and we ended the chat. About an hour later I hadn't found anything and the first guy hit me up - he musta been well horny, he said "ok, you can fuck me raw and cum in me" I agreed and headed over to his place. True to his word he was on all 4s, ass up on his bed. Stocky hairy cub with a beaut ass. I stood behind him, dropped my jeans, grabbed his waist and shoved my bare cock deep in his ass. I gave him loads bareback verbal as I was fucking him "your bare ass feels great, it's better raw, ain't it, I'm gunna load you deep, aww fuck, I'm, gunna cum, yeah you want this, I'm breeding ya now." I pumped my seed in him, pulled up my jeans and left. I totally loved that he submitted to my raw cock and took his breeding.

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

Sounds a lot like a time a frat guy wanted to hook up with me. He said he could possibly line up other brothers to fuck me and would I be down. I said I was. I met up with him and got in his car and was sucking him all the way to where we were headed. When we go there, there were other cars parked with lights off and guys standing around. The frat guy I'd met up with, Josh, said for me to get out and come around to the back of the car. It was backed up against a building so people wouldn't see if they drove by. He said he got to fuck me first and then whoever wanted to fuck me got to have it after that. My eyes were scanning the guys and I was amazed at how hot so many of them were. Surely, they'd have no problems finding a guy or a girl to take their loads, but I wasn't about to argue. I bent over the trunk and started taking Josh's cock while the others watched. Some broke out the phones and started videoing, but I didn't mind. I knew Josh was fucking me raw and I didn't care. He was hot and I wanted his seed. Hell, most of these guys were really hot and I was cool to take all of them raw. By my count there were maybe ten guys there. I could turn to watch them watching me get drilled by Josh. It kind of amazed me that they were all cool with being a part of this. Clearly Josh didn't care that his buds knew he fucked guys and did it raw. Josh shot his load in me, slid out, and another one of his buds who had been jacking moved in to fuck me next. I loved that he just entered me raw, and I could see some of the other guys were jerking each other and that now Josh was bent over the trunk of another car taking it up the ass from one of his buds. I'm sure Josh was taking it raw too, and not long after the guy fucking me shot his load in me and another guy moved in to take his place. I noticed another guy was bent over a car and taking a guy's cock too. The guy breeding Josh had finished and now another new guy was breeding Josh now. This kept on for a while and honestly, I lost count on how many guys bred me. I finally said I had to stop, and a guy named Rick asked me who I'd ridden with and where my clothes where. I said I'd come with Josh and could see where he was getting drilled by yet another guy. Rick followed me over to Josh's car where I found my clothes and asked me if I wanted him to take me home. I said I did, dressed, and got in his car. As we drove, Rick admitted I was a hot fuck and asked how I knew Josh. I was kind of embarrassed and said I'd met him online and that he'd offered to line up a group thing. Rick laughed and said Josh had done that a few times and was always surprised at how many guys turned out. He admitted he'd been the bottom one time and was worried it would be scary but was way hotter than he imagined. He loved that all of the other guys knew he could be had and could be fucked whenever they wanted and that a lot of the guys hit him up to hook up. I laughed and said I wished I'd got some of the other guys numbers, but all I got was their loads. Rick laughed and that and said he would give me his number and would try and line up things in case I didn't hear from Josh. I still hear from Josh and Nick and still do some of the group stuff with the frat boys, but it was never like that first time.

Yeah...if gay sex isn't legal where you are don't do it. It also is situational too. Last time I was back in Mexico I got hit on by the cab driver and while I was interested, you never know if you're going to get rolled, raped, robbed, or worse. I took a pass in that case. I have got hit on by Lyft and Uber drivers here in the US and I've taken them up on it. Meter wasn't running and I guess it was a "tip" of sorts. Last one I did it with was this tall cute blonde guy in his early 20s. Asked if I was gay and said I was and we got to talking about how good gay guys are at blow jobs, asked if I was good at it, liked giving them, how I got good at it. It was clear he was angling for it and I told him I'd blow him if he wanted it. We parked and I started blowing him and he was really into it, told him I'd swallow him or he could fuck me if he wanted. He said he wanted to fuck me but didn't have a condom, said I didn't care, he could fuck me without one and wound up him barebacking me and pumping two loads in my ass.

I am white and a verse bottom. I love having sex with men. All men. I love being fucked in my ass and I love taking loads and being a cumdump. There is no greater feeling than getting another guy off and taking his load wherever he wants to put it. I also love to fuck too when the mood is right. I like all types of sex anonymous, dark room, glory hole as much as one on one whether a quickie or an all nighter with random guy, fuck bud or my boyfriend. L. My only preference in a guy is that the guy have a hard enough erection to penetrate me. Any size is fine too as long as it’s hard lol. That’s pretty much it. Everything else really depends on chemistry or anonymity of the moment etc. I’ve been rejected plenty of times due to being a bigger guy. Mostly the rejections come from white guys. White guys in my experience also tend to be the biggest flakes when it comes to meeting up for sex of any type. Not judging but it is what it is. On the whole if I had to classify the men who fucked me over the years (not including total anonymous) it would be a about 45 % Latino, 25% White, 25% Black, 5% Asian, Middle Eastern, Indian etc. I can’t even imagine having sex with only one group of men

I'm attracted to all races for sex. Some more than others. I don't care about skin color, facial features or hair texture. For dating and long term friendships, I'm attracted to certain cultures more than others.

I went to someone house, today and flooded his hole

Wow. I might have t take up bike riding

@TaKinGDeePanal it sure does, doesn'T iT!

Love this story, please continue, love reading about a married guy getting turned. So fucking hot!!!

OMFG, Assmunch. I’ve marveled at your writing style. You’ve provided rich fantasies. You’ve invoked boners and subsequent mind blowing orgasms. And now this. THIS. These few simple words that totally blindsided me, such as to make me burst spontaneously into fucking tears. Seriously, Dude, wow…you have SUCH a talent…

News Flash: You're hot now too. I'm not the only bottom here who would be thrilled to catch an encounter with you. Just sayin'...

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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.

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!!”

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.

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

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.

PART 3: Chaos deepens I sat there for a few moments, trying to work my phone. I opened the apps and saw a few messages here and there. As I wrestled with the phone, I felt a cool touch on my leg. A bottle of poppers, the same bottle of poppers I had used earlier, left behind. I really enjoyed them and they made everything feel extra heightened but I felt too overwhelmed to even think of using them now. I checked Grindr and saw a message from a blank profile about 200 meters away. I guess I was? Wasn’t I? I just sent him my location without thinking much else. It took too much effort to even do that, but I figured. What the hell. Im already fucked. I could barely get that message out. I was so out of it. I was also mostly messaging with one hand. My free hand kept going to my asshole, rubbing the cum inside my hole. It felt loose and when I touched it I felt so alive. Another man had cum inside me and I could tell I wanted more. And I wanted it anon. I started crafting another message when his next one came in. I wanted to say, “I want it anon. Ill be ass up and waiting.” But when I read, then processed his next message, I thought, does anything change? Fuck it. No it doesnt. This was it. I was going to get another round. I had saw a few other messages from other hot accounts, but I spent all my energy on sending these messages. I felt like I had reached a peak state of fuck energy. I just wanted to get used. I put down the phone and rolled over, ass up. I resumed the position I took for the earlier guy and I started huffing poppers. I didn’t have to wait long. Moments later I felt the air in the room change. I wasn’t alone. He was here. I didn’t know anything about him and overall, our engagement was much shorter than it was with the guy who railed me earlier. I heard clothes hit the floor as he shifted himself up and onto the bed. “You wanna suck me until my friend arrives?” He had a bit of an accent. I took that as a command. I took a hit of poppers, shifted a bit but kept my face down, and shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I heard him make sniffing noises as his cock got hard in my mouth. “You partying?” I just moaned. It was getting late and I suppose I probably looked high. I was grinding my ass up and down, while sucking this strangers cock. I never saw myself as a partier, but here I was, high and getting used by anonymous men. “You want a rip?” I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of white powder on the end of a key. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn’t feeling hesitant about anything. I leaned forward and sniffed and put his dick right back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. We are going to share you and you can have some fun with us, okay?” I just moaned again. “My friend likes it really discreet. Do you mind if I cover your eyes with something?” I couldn’t quite place the accent, but it didn’t matter. His cock tasted and felt amazing, I was really feeling the extra effects of whatever powder I just snorted, and I was so incredibly horny. I took another hit of poppers and moaned, “okay…” I didn’t intend it to sound so hesitant, my mind was made up and I was ready to step it up, but I also couldn’t believe I was doing this. He leaned over me and grabbed something out of his bag. Then, putting his hands on my head and fucking my face he said, “alright, he is nearby. You ready?” He slipped something over my eyes, a t-shirt, or bandana, whatever it was, it was soft but it completely obstructed the view. While his dick was still in my mouth he said, “Take another rip. We are going to get you fucked up.” He pulled out, grabbed my head, and positioned the powder in front of my nose. I snorted, and just as I did I heard the door open and close again. What a satisfying sound. “Hey. He is ready for you. Dive in. He is partying too.” I felt a tap on my leg and the weight of a body move up behind me. I had no idea who this was. We didnt even chat. Now I was high and getting higher, already filled up with cum from another guy, and here I was about to get used by two more. What. The. Fuck. I needed it. Maybe this is who I was supposed to be? I felt fingers at my hole. “Is this cum or lube?” It was a different voice. I just moaned, barely able to form words. He didn’t wait for a response. “Doesn’t matter. It will be cum soon enough anyway.” I heard the sound of a bottle, presumably lube, then I felt him shove his fingers in my hole. Something felt different right away. It wasn’t just the fact that I had been fucked, it was also a new sensation. Something tingled, stung a bit, and just… just felt different. He jammed fingers in and out of my hole while I was getting face fucked by this other guy. He stopped abruptly as the guy inside my mouth pulled out and slapped my face with his wet cock. “Yeh… rail this bitch” The energy shifted. The guy behind spread my ass cheeks, then I felt the head of his dick at my hole and then I felt him completely inside of me. He dove deep, just like instructed. The guy at my face planted his dick back in my mouth. Both kept up a steady rhythm. Guy in my ass laid it on me heavy, moving my body up and down with the bouncing of the bed. Diving deep and pulling out all the way so just the head was inside with each stroke. It felt amazing. It was really rocking me in ways that I experienced with the previous guy, but it also felt extra. My hole and lower half of my body felt like it was tingling, light, and euphoric. I could only grind my body up against his as he shoved himself deep inside me. He pulled my hair and my head back with one hand, grabbing my neck with the other. The other guy’s dick came out of my mouth leaving a long strand of spit behind that fell on my face and neck. “Take some more”. A key was placed at my face. I snorted. Hands were shoved in my mouth. I licked. It felt like there was a tingling in my mouth and head that was spreading down me to meet the tingling in my lower half. I was flying and loving every second. I wasn’t hard anymore, just a soft wet cock with strands of cum and lube running down my taint and balls. The guy in my ass was making bit wet slapping sounds as he plowed me. It felt like he was close. Suddenly he pulled out and I heard him grunt. The guy that was in my mouth leaned over and I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart, followed by warm spray of cum all over my hole and ass. “Fuck yeh. Lube him up.” He shoved his dick back inside me for a couple more pumps then dismounted. Tingles everywhere. “Have fun.” That was also that was said again between the two. The sound of clothes being put on then the doors opening and being shut soon followed. The other guy was on the bed, but just leaning back a bit, not fucking my face or touching me. I took a moment to sniff some poppers. Before they even hit I started grinding my ass up and down. “Fuck dude. You are hot. I wanna fuck you, but I dont think I am ready to cum yet. You cool if I invite someone else over?” I could barely speak but my body was telling me I needed to get filled. Now. “Okay.” I didn’t sound hesitant this time. I sounded desperate. “Fuck yeh.” He slapped my ass hard and shoved his fingers inside. I felt every bit of his fingers. The texture of his skin, the knuckles, the base, everything. It felt like I was a part of him. “I just sent your address to a few guys. We are going to keep you partied up and pounded out.” Who the fuck had I become?

Always a huge turn on. Get super crazy hard, so definitely can muscle that hole open no matter how tight they are. Have always held back some depending on their limits and how tight they are. Don’t want to do harm, but definitely wanna make sure they think I’m gonna ;)) …and for sure, the more intense the opening the better the fuck is for them later. Endorphins.

That's amazing. I know a boy who was ceremonially castrated & had his teeth pulled to become a complete whorehole to be used at any time by his 2 masters. He is just a pussy to drain the tops. He takes all loads. Would you do it?

Part 13 Frank Pulled out, I scooped some of the Piss, cum and blood mixture with my fingers and pushed my fingers into the kids mouth. I told him to suck my fingers clean One of the guys said he wanted to donate another load. I told him to step up and go for it. He gladly said no problem. He was smaller then Frank so the guy went balls deep in he first shove. The Kid gasped but then started moaning about wanting more. The guy pounded him and blew a load in the kids ass. The kid feeling that Kid “ Yes, Rape and knock up my cunt “. I told the kid it was a hot thought but you can’t rape the willing. I asked the Kid, “ Do you want to stop, or are you willing “? The Kid answered Loudly, “ I am willing, I want more. Please give me more” . One of the guys walked up and put his cock in the Kids mouth and ordered him to suck and drink. What the Kid didn’t know was that it was just up one of the other guys asses and had that guys ass juices all over it. The Kid went at it like it was his last meal. Guys kept working the kid for hours. They wanted to slam him again but I had to draw the line there. The kid had more than enough for the first time and I was sure we had him converted in more than one way. His ass was going to be sore for a few days and his come down should be a bitch. By the time we decided to call it a night it was already 3 AM and the kid was starting to crash. My fiend, who by the way use to date a nurse, Gave the kid a shot of something. He said it would help pretty quick and would lessen the crash. I took the kid back to my place until the he could drive to his house safely. I checked the Kids ass to see how open it was, it looked red and swollen. I noticed at the same tie that the Kid had three marks on the NEG side and eleven marks on the POZ side. Three of them had the latter ‘ A ‘ in the middle of them. The End

Part 10 I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver. Mean while, The guy fucking the kids ass was shaking and said he was about to cum. I figured the guys cock would grow to it’s hardest and thickest at this point. My friend looked at me with a devilish grin and grabbed the Kids hips and yanked them back and pushed forward. At the same time I reached over and spread the kids cheeks. I could see the size and thickness of is this cock and it was impressive. At this position I could easily see that even that the root of this cock was trying to split the hole open. Both asses were impaled on pulsing cocks. The kid getting a load and the stranger getting a hot toxic load from my friend. The pulled back and the guy with the thick cock put a mark on the NEG side. I wondered if he realized if he was NEG he might not be after this evening. The guy with the skinny cock pulled out and said it was his turn. I pulled out and went to get the phone to Vid this. My friend beat me to it. He guy pushed his skinny cock into the kids mouth. With e video on his face I asked the kid if he could see the TAT next to the cock in his mouth, He mumbled “ Yes “. I asked him if he knew what that meant. The guy pulled out of his moths and the kid said “ I think it means he is toxic and is HIV+ “. The guys said correct. In this case I am very Toxic, to the point I probably have AIDS. I was teasing the kids ass and cock when the guy asked the kid is he wanted to get knocked up tonight. The kid whimpered “ Yes “. With that the guy went to the Kids ass and push into his sloppy stretched ass. The kid whimpered a little as the rough fucking stared, but soon was moaning like a Saturday night crack whore. My Friend got out his pile and started lighting it up. He offered some to and I took a couple hiits off it. I coughed the last one out, it told my friend “ Damn! This is really strong stuff “ , he asked me if the Kid wanted to try some. I told him to ask. The Kid said he could try. My friend told him to wait then inhale and hold it as long as he could. The kid held it for a few seconds then coughed it out. He took a second hit and this time held it for over a minute. I couldn’t believe that the kid could hold it that long. He told me that when he was n school he was on the swim team but I never put that together until now. The Kids eyes we as black as they could get. The guy fucking him said his ass clenched up a couple times and that it felt great. The kid stated repeating “ Fuck me. Stretch my hole. Rape me “. I knew the kid was converted to a chem whore at that point and soon would be a Toxic Chem Whore. The guy fucking him roared and slammed forward and sot in the Kids ass. He pulled out of the Kids ass and put a line on the POZ side of the ass and put what looked like an A in the middle of it. Others Started to take seconds at either the kids ass. About that time Frank cam in, I knew that was going to be epic when I saw the Huge AIDS filled cock

Part 9 . I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars. The one guy behind him handed the guy in front the Point. I swabbed the kids arm and was telling him when the Meth goes in he will have to Cough and his heart would race and not to be alarmed, The kid said OK. With that the guy put the point I the kids vein, pulled it back a little then Pushed the plunger forward and released the band on his arm. My friend was Videoing all this. I looked and the kid and his eyes opened wide. He started to cough and the guys immediately pushed him back down on the Fuck Bench. The one behind push is cock up the kids ass. He was enjoying the muscles in the kids ass massaging his cock while the kid was rushing. His partner offered the Kid his cock and the Kid eagerly swallowed all 8+ inches. No problem this time. Both were spit roasting the kid. They decided to switch places and the Kid gladly took the Cock that was just in his ass into his mouth. The other one was Fucking the kid like he wanted to ruin his ass.. The one in his mouth pulled out and asked if he liked the taste of his ass. The Kid said yes. I thought then this Kid was not converted to a true pig He would be eating ass before long. The one in his ass said he was getting close, the other one said “ Go ahead, Knock the bitch up “. With that he shoved deep as he could and stared coating his guts with a Toxic load. About the same time the guy held the Kids Head stared shooting cum down his throat. He pulled back so the kid could get a good tase of cum. He was lapping it up like starved dog. He guy pulled out the kids ass and reached for the marker and put two lines under the POZ mark and put a “+” sign behind the one. The both moved to a couch and started playing with each other. It was plain to see that they had history together. i walked over and put my cock in front of the kid, he opened his mouth and said ‘ Please “. I push my cock into his mouth balls deep. I noticed that with all the fun a couple other guys showed up. Both had their pants down and stroking. On had a very thick cock, not to long but really quick. The other guy had a very long pencil dick. He also had a Biohazard Tat above his cock. He was fingering the ass of the thick cock guy. I told them to step up. The guy with the thick cock got behind the Kid and stared pushing that thick piece of meat up the kid. You could tell he met some resistance but was working it in. My friend went around behind that guy and lined up his cock and pushed the head in his ass. My friend push the guy over a bit, grabbed the kids hips and plowed up the guy. His cock went to the hilt, the guys cock speared the kids ass to the hilt. Balls slapping on balls. The one guy grunted and the Kid gasped around my cock. My friend pulled back some and the guy went with him, impaled on his toxic cock. Then the guy went forward to push in the kid, he would go back and then forward. He was basically fucking the kid and then getting his ass fucked by the cock up his bum. My friend is a freak and can cum multiple times then he is parting. The other guy went around behind me and pushed a shard up my ass, then he pushed his pencil dick in me. It had been a while since I felt a skinny cock up my as, Between that and the shard I was in heaven. Nothing like a shins cock to arouse a rosebud. I was afraid the guy would cum in my ass, I wanted the kid to experience this joy. I told the guy up my ass to hold off until he fucked the kid and he said that was the plan, this was only a warm up for him. He said he was parting all day and had a few days worth of toxic cum to deliver.

Part 8 I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pain yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling. The two visitors walked over and stared checking the kid out. Both of them started taking off their cloths. One had a leather harness under his cloths. IT was the kind that went over the shoulders and around the chest and waist and down between the legs and up around the ass. It looked sexy as hell. MY friend recovered enough to pull out of the Kids ass. Some pink cum ripped out. Both guys saw that and the smiled at each other. My friend took the Marker and put a line On the cheek that was marked POZ. The one with Leather walked in front of the Kid and put his cock in front of his face. The kid opened his mouth and the cock went in. His cock was bigger than ours and I knew the guys wanted a dee throat. This would take some training for the Kid. I was surprised he got most of it n on the first try. He started gaging and the guys was talking to him telling him it was alright and that he would learn. Here is a Kid that a couple ours ago didn’t like to suck at all and now was taking at least 7” down his throat and trying for more.. His partner was checking out the other end. He said there was at least one big load in that ass. I told him the kid had a couple in there, plus a load of Chem Piss. The guy said he seemed to be coming down some. I told him he was due to get a it more. The guy said I hoped you would say that. He produced a Point, it looked to be about a .5 , maybe more. He said this will send him into orbit. They released the kids arms and helped him sit up on the bench. I gave the kid some water to drink and they grabbed his arm and tied it off. The kid was watching this and started asking what they were doing. I stopped them for a minute. I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars.

Part 7 I pulled it out and it was wet, some pink KY was showing. I knew it was doing what I thought it would. Getting him ready for all his presents. One of the things he asked me last week was did Tina up the ass really burn like the stories. It was time he found out. With the head of the dildo in his ass I took some ground tina and rubbed it on the pink lubed dildo and worked it back up his ass. He stared to make a sound like he was enjoying it. We had moved a mirror onto the floor so I could see his face. This was done for both me and the camera, nothing like seeing an ass taking something and the face of the victim. I worked the Tina lased dildo up his ass. Suddenly his face went from bliss to horror, he said “ Shit, that Burns a lot “. I said “you wanted to feel the burn” . I turned the dildo side ways so it could mash the Tina into his ass. Again I heard the high pitch squeal. I pumped the toy up his ass while twisting it. I pulled it out and it was bright pink. I held it in front of the kid and I told him he now as a cunt. I asked him if he knew why and he said no. I told him because he must be having his period. He groaned and said yes. I told him he was now fertile and not to worry. I had plans for him. I asked him if he was ready to stop and he said ‘ Not sure “. I leaned over him and with one hand stared fingering his ass gently with a cooling lube we used. I stared tweaking his nipples with the other. I was asking him if he still wanted to stop, He said everything really felt great and wanted more. When he was saying this my friend walked around us and I felt his finger caressing my ass. This was an unexpected pleasure. Then I felt something going up my ass. I knew it was his injector and knew he was bumping me. I looked at him and he said not to worry, it was one of his mixtures, Tina and a little something else. He started pushing his lubed cock up my ass, it felt great. I was moaning some and old the Kid I was getting what he wanted. He said he wanted fucked. I reminded him that my friend was Toxic and he said he didn’t care. By that time my friend was hitting bottom in me. He pulled out and walked around and moved my fingers and then Push the cock that was just n me up the kids ass. He worked until he was balls deep. I walked around in front of the Kid. My cock was all tingly and I wanted it sucked. I pushed in the kids mouth and this time he took me to the base. I knew I was getting hard again and looked at my friend and he smiled at me. I am not sure what was in that bump but my hair was on fire, my ass was hungry and my cock was hard as iron. He said it was a mix he found on one of his trips to Japan. He fucked the kid easy and once in while he would go deep. I pulled out of his mouth and grabbed the phone and started Videoing the kid getting his first POZ and Toxic load. The kid was making all sorts of noises. My friend said he wasn’t going to last long so I handed him the phone to Video his cock splitting the young Fags ass. He asked this Kid if he really wanted his toxic load. The kid said yes, almost leading with him for it. I reached behind my friend, Pushed my thumb up his ass and squeezed his nut sack. He roared and stabbed the Kid with his cock, the Kid in turn squealed. My friend said Loudly “ Take my POZ load you Fagot slut, Your HIV + now “. The Kid was almost crying when he said “ Thank you Sir”. I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pin yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling.

Part 6 I asked him if he could feel it and he mumbled yes. I told him only the nastiest worthless fag sluts let piss go in their asses and drink it I pulled my cock away and asked him if he was a true dirty little whore now and he said YES. I asked him if we wanted more. He said Yes again, I told him I wasn’t sure if he really wanted if and he started pleading for more, he was on fire and never been this horny. Between the Drugs and his needs all barriers and inhibitions were gone, there were a couple more to tests before he would truly be lost to the way of life permanently. While he was hanging there I had a thought, I asked my friend if he had a razor. He smiled and said yes. The only hair the kid had on his body other than his head was his pubes. He got the razor and made quick order of removing that. The kid was asking why, this wasn’t part of what he wanted. I told him to bad, with this gone he would pass for a teenager and would be getting plugged by dozens of guys. With the kid saved smooth we let him down. He was a bit dizzy and I held him up. Helped him to the bathroom and showed him how to deflate the plug. Told him to empty and if he needed to, clean up again. While he was in there me and my friend got the next part ready. He said he needed to cum and I said very soon. It was then that I wanted to ask him about the toxic side. I thought he was on prep and he said that he was off for a while because of a couple issues he had. I said OK, get ready to put a notch on your belt. The kid came back and I saw him standing there, except for his cock, he really did look half his age with the hair removed. I patted the bench and he went back on it. We secured him to it and I took some water based lube and started massaging his hole. He gasped and moaned when I did this. I asked him if it hurt and he said no, it felt really good. I asked him if he wanted more abuse and he immediately said yes. I reached in and tapped his prostate and asked him if he wanted to get a Toxic load in his ass. He yelped and said “ please do it “. I reached other and grabbed a towel that was covering his next prize. I wiped his lower back and ass cheeks to dry them off. Grabbed a permanent marker and got ready to mark this pig. I had used this marker before and while it will come off it will take 2 or 3 weeks. Above his ass I wrote PIG SLUT. Under that I wrote LOADS. On one cheek I wrote POZ, on the other one I wrote NEG. I then put a mark under the NEG cheek for the load gave him. The kid didn’t know when I was doing and said it tickled. My friend was Videoing it. I spread his cheeks and we zoomed in on his open hole. My friend went to the front and put his cock up to the kids mouth and he opened his mouth to suck it in. My friend pulled back a couple times to tease the kid. I was teasing his hole and nuts when this was happening to get the kid even more wound up. Finally, my friend asked him what he wanted and the said he wanted to suck that cock. Mt friend told him it was toxic with all sorts of nasty stuff. The kid said he didn’t care as long as he got it in his mouth. My friend shoved it in. What the kid didn’t know was that he was being videoed all the time. Couple minutes later he pulled out and walked over to his PC. He touched up the Vid and then uploaded it to a couple web sites he knew inviting any breeders to stop by and help with the number for this virgin. While he was doing that I got the Dildo out again, hung it in front of the Kid and asked him if he wanted it again until we could find a real cock. He was almost pleading for it. I lubed his hole and the toy with my spit and worked it back up the kid. He inhaled when it popped in but then was purring with the feeling. I pulled it out and grabbed one of the items I brought, I saw this on a video and wanted to see if it really did what it showed. It was called Cruel Condom. I rolled it over the toy. It had appointed silver tip on it. I tickled the Kids hole with it and he was leading for more. Who am I to deny someone a request. I put some KY on it and worked it in. the kid seemed to be enjoying the action. I pumped it in and out slowly. He said “ Please more “. I pulled it out and it was wet, some pink KY was showing. I knew it was doing what I thought it would. Getting him ready for all his presents.

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

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

Even though looking back on it, I am glad it happened, at the time, it was rape. I was not all that young though, 19 i think. I was at a party in the woods, a bit drunk, I walked away from the campfire on a trail. An older man in his 50s I would say walked up to me with his cock out. He was 100% top dom in charge. "hey faggot I have some cock for you" I protested and was shocked, he slapped the shit out of me and pushed me down. Grabbed me by the hair and started rubbing his cock all over my face. I still protested, and he slapped me several more times, I was seeing stars. Im not sure if it was from being in shock at the situation, of my (not yet known to me) submissive nature. But I stopped fighting him, and took his cock in my mouth. He verbally abused me constantly, calling me a cocksucker, a faggot. I sucked his cock some, but it was more him grabbing me by the head and fucking my mouth. I remember crying, gagging, choking on his cock, while he slapped me, called me names. He finally came in my mouth and some on my face, Rubbing the cum all over my face with his cock. Then he zipped up and walked away. I was there on my knees in the dirt, face a mess, crying. Thats when I noticed I was rock hard, which really fucked with my head and freaked me out. I walked home eventually. And for the next few days could not stop thinking about what happened. And I got hard instantly every time I thought about it. Which kept messing with my head bad. I was ashamed of what I did, even more ashamed that my cock got hard from it. I think I lasted 3, 4 weeks at the most, and I caved, and started seeking out a cock to suck again. That man literally turned me into a cocksucker. And to this day, I am a cocksucker, totally addicted to sucking random men off. And yes, I prefer very dom, very verbal older men. I dont know how much of this was in me to begin with, and how much of it is what he turned me into. But at this point, I dont care, I am a cocksucker. And honestly, if its literally due to him making me like this... the idea of that makes me hard.

Last night I fell asleep on the couch around 8pm and woke up again around 11:30pm. I was heading to bed and decided to check the sex sites I visit regularly to see if I had any messages and on one site I had three. Usually by that time of night everyone in Vegas is a drunken mess. The first was from a guy who's headline said "Looking for love" his profile looked decent and said he was up for fun until he found love so i responded. Turns out what he was looking for was a large dicked top to plow his drunken ass. I went on to the next post from a guy who's headline said "Fun 24/7" and chatted a bit with him but he was either distracted or about to pass out as the chat was taking way longer than it should so i gave up on him. The last one was a profile with headline "two tops from palm springs" the profile had almost nothing in it other than that they were a married couple and both tops, ages 48 and 57, and one picture of their two dicks pressed against each other, which looked good. We chatted a bit and they said they lived in Palm Springs but came to Vegas for the weekend, I asked for more pics and they declined but the chat went well enough I figured I'd take my chances. I told them I could be there in about 45 minutes and they agreed and gave me their hotel information. I got myself prepped and went out and met them at their hotel. When they opened the door, the first thing that became evident was their ages were more like 57 and 68 but in decent shape for their age and they seemed nice enough. The older one was surly and burly, scruffy goatee and was wearing a tank top and shorts and I could see that he was hairy as a gorilla with hair protruding from everywhere.The younger one looked clean-cut and clean shaven like a school teacher and just a little bit of a dad bod going on but also wearing a tank top and shorts. They welcomed me into the room which had two queen beds and we sat down, they sat on one bed and i sat across from them. After some small talk about their trip in town and how they met, the burly one (Hank) stood up and walked over to me and said 'I think its time we take this little piggy to market' and he leaned in to kiss me and started to fondle and squeeze my nipple thru my shirt and then slowly pushed me back on the bed and continued to kiss me deeply. I heard his partner (Matt) start taking off his clothes and then while Hank was kissing me Matt started to pull of my shoes, unbuckle my belt and strip me naked. Hank stopped kissing me long enough to pull of my shirt and then he dropped his shorts and pulled his shirt off as well. Hank's entire body was covered in a thick coat of hair, even the shaft of his dick was hairy. These 'take charge' tops quickly took charge of me and what ensued was about two hours of a random mix of passion, raw animal lust, debauchery and rough sex, with me pinned between them in one fashion or another the entire time. Matt was anything but a school teacher at that point. There was no asking, they just took what they wanted and used me as they pleased.I felt like a true pig with no control of the situation at all, as Hank used his strength and size to control me as they pleased. My throat and ass were pumped and pounded continuously with an occasional brief pause to change positions or for one of them to dump their load. I had Hank's hair stuck in my teeth from him fucking my face but had no break to try and pull it out. I soon realized that as the night went on I was just going to accumulate more hair in my teeth so I gave up on any hope of breaking any of it loose. Both of them had incredible stamina and I was used for quite a while before they would reward me with a load, and then quickly go back to pumping and pounding until it was time for the next load. Sweat was pouring from both of them and I was drenched in it. As Matt had very little body hair, his sweat rolled off his skin and dripped on me continuously. I found my hair was dripping in sweat as well, it was the sweat that ran off of Hank's back and onto my forehead as he sat on my face and forced me to eat his hairy ass while Matt fucked me and they kissed each other. I accumulated more hair in my mouth and teeth from Hank's ass as well. Hank's body glistened in sweat and the mix of grey and light brown hair just added to the sex appeal and the nastiness of the whole situation. Every time Hank was on top of me, I was drenched with more sweat that had been trapped in his body hair. Finally, after taking about two hours and four loads from each, we all collapsed in a soaked and exhausted mound of flesh on the bed. We layed there stacked against each other for a few minutes while we all caught our breath with none of us saying a word just breathing hard at first and eventually our breath returned to normal. Hank got up from the bed and said "guess it's time to fill your tank and send you home" and I leaned up and saw him standing there holding his dick, waiting for me to get on my knees and drink his piss down. I got up and got on my knees in front of him and took his dick in my mouth. Matt got up about the same time and came and stood next to Hank and Hank let his pissload go and had me gulping him down at a fast rate and what a huge piss it was. After he was done he squeezed out the last few drops into my mouth and stepped aside and Matt moved into position. Matt let go and I gulped him down as well, with his piss being much stronger and saltier than Hank's. They kissed briefly while I was gulping Matt down and then when Matt finished I got up and they handed me my clothes and I got dressed. Both gave me a quick hug and kiss (drenching me in more sweat), with Hank returning to give me a deep kiss and then they both showed me to the door and I left. I got home and pulled 17 hairs out of my mouth and on a sudden impulse I stuck them back in my mouth and swallowed them with a glass of water, ensuring Hank's DNA lived with me. This morning I got up and there was a message from them that said "What an awesome piggie, you made our trip great. Here's our email, let us know when you're in town, we will definitely let you know when we're back in Vegas."

Chad’s gonna get his hole wrecked. Great story, keep it up so we can too 😜

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As a top, I prefer not to wear gloves. It’s much more sensual and erotic to have my bare hand in his ass. However, I’m respectful, and will put on the glove if requested. If I’m the bottom, never a condom or a glove. But before I climb into the sling, I always reach out to shake his hand and always, every time, feel for the smoothness of each finger nail. Some tops don’t understand the responsibility that comes when in that position.

Part 11 It wasn’t even a question. I was a bit panicked, I was out with my colleagues, who had made dinner plans for Monday evening. We weren’t supposed to meet before next Saturday. I was tempted to say that I couldn’t, that it was too short of a notice. I had to get ready, I wanted to be prepared, but before I could reply anything, he sent a follow up message. -“Don’t even think about saying no, boy. I told you your ass would be mine and that we would meet more than once this week.” -“Okay. But I won’t be ready before 10pm, I need to prepare.” -“No rush, I’m on vacation this week, take as long as you need. I saved my loads for you, haven’t fucked or jerked off in a week and I plan on breeding you and you only this week!” The rest of the afternoon went by quickly. I was very distracted, and my colleagues probably noticed I wasn’t all there with them. All I could think about was that guy I had fantasized so much over the years, that guy who had planted the idea of chasing deep in my brain and was probably about to plant his dirty seed deep in me. What was I about to do? I had vowed to not do anything stupid again after my Paris scare and I had to stop myself several times from messaging him to cancel everything. But despite the anxiety, I was turned on like never before. And I thought about the fact that I was still on PrEp, despite him not knowing. Right after dinner, the jet lag started to hit me hard and I left my colleagues to go back to my room. It was also mostly an excuse to go jerk off. My cock had been hard for a good part of the day and I needed to unload. I started stroking my dick under the hot shower, thinking about that man who would be inside me in about 24 hours. I was imagining his poz dick slowly sliding inside my hole. He had promised to give me several loads and I was craving that cum like a whore. I knew I would be begging for as much cum as possible. I decided to finish myself with poppers so I turned the water off, quickly grabbed a towel and jumped onto the bed. The mirror was right in front of it and I could watch myself playing with my dick and my ass at the same time. I had been working hard at the gym after the end of the last lockdown and I was proud of the results, hoping it would please my guy and encourage him even more to take charge of me. I’m average at 5’8 and 165lbs with an athletic build inherited from years of gymnastics training as a teenager and young adult. With the poppers hitting hard, and replaying what I thought -and hoped - the guy would say as he would push his toxic loads deep inside my hole, I ended up shooting a big load onto my chest and fell asleep almost instantly, without even turning the lights off or cleaning my mess.

For the next six months I just kept scaring the shit out of myself. I knew I couldn't stop having sex with strangers, it was just too exhilarating. Two or three times I had repeat sessions with guys, but it just felt boring and wrong. Every time I approached a new stranger I promised myself I would have them suite up. By the time their cock approached my vulnerable hole it was always raw and I knew I needed the cum. They didn't all breed me but most did. I was easily taking ten strangers loads up my ass every week. And, I never had the fucking good sense to ask their status. I was loosing my mind I was so fuckin frightened. I couldn't believe I hadn't gotten sick and I hadn't gotten checked out, just too damn frightened. I knew the clerk at the bookstore must have been poz with his scorpion tattoo so I'd taken at least one poz load and seemingly dodged the bullet. I hadn't heard that guys could get it without getting the fuck flu. Then one night I got picked up by a group of three guys at the cruising woods. They had watched as four strangers bred my ass and knowing I was well lubricated wanted a more private party. They were all football player builds so I couldn't believe my good fortune. We loaded into a black double cab Ram pickup and drove for about an hour to a remote cottage. The guy in the back seat with me fished out his semi hard dick and I spent the ride servicing his thick 6 inch hardon. With each passing minute and each dizzying turn my fear grew. I'd definitely done some stupid things and had sex in risky places but I'd never been this reckless. They could be planning to kill me and dispose of my body. Noone would have had a clue where I had gone. The cottage was very rustic. One big room with a sling hanging in the middle. I was immediately stripped and lashed into the swing. The guy I'd been sucking pushed his ridged cock back in my mouth. One of his friends stood at my head on the other side and presented a beautiful eight inches for me to swivel my head and suck. I proceeded to alternate one to the other. Very soon hot lips were eating out my hole and a strong tongue began to royally fuck my ass. By now I was to busy and horny to remember any fear that might have existed earlier. After five minutes I groaned as the pleasure to my ass was removed. As if playing musical chairs each guy rotated positions and quickly my mouth and ass were kept busy. The new cock for my mouth was the biggest of the bunch. A good ten inches at full mast and easily beer bottle thick. I couldn't deep throat it but gave it my best try. When the lips came off my ass I expected another musical chairs maneuver, but cried out as the eight inches plunged deep into my guts. He pounded me for 15 or so strokes and then the rotation maneuver occurred. The last guy at my ass just plunged his raw cock in and fucked away at a rapid slapping pace. He kept it up for quite some time before suddenly pulling out declaring. "I don't want to cum yet." As I expected the quick rotation ensued and the huge ten inch naked monster drove into my ass. I gagged on the cock down my throat as it muffled my screams. Pulling off coughing and sputtering for the first time I let my attention drift from the proffered cocks at my mouth to inspect what was probing my ass. I got over the initial pain almost instantly I was so horn dogged to see that huge raw cock sliding back and forth in my body. Then my sight line drifted up below his belly button and I was flooded with terror like never before. Me; "What the fuck are you doing?!" Mr.10 inches (him); "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm fucking you, silly. " Me; "But your tattoo!?" Him; "What about it?" "Your not wearing a condom. " "Why would I wear a fuckin rubber? I never use those nasty things. " "But you could infect me." "Yeah, so what? So could anyone of those guys that bred you in the woods kid." "Fuck! So are you really toxic, not on meds?" "Yup" "Fuck" "That's what I'm doin. And for all your talk you ain't stoppin me." Not only was I not stopping him my cock just kept getting harder. Me "Just don't cum in me ... please." Him "I never pull out kid. And neither will they." "Fuckin shit, are they poz to?" "Of course they are. Who to hell do you think knocked them up? (Pointing) He had the fuck flu last week, and he's still got some fever. My monster's shreddin your ass for all three doses of venom. It's your lucky night kid. You can kiss your negative ass good bye." And then he really railed into me as the eight inch cock was jammed down my throat. "I'm gettin real close kid. Beg for it. " "NO Don't ... don't cum ..." I was blasting my load hands free and my ass brought him over the edge. "Argh .... fuuuuuuccck..." "NO, PLEASE NO" "To fuckin late kid." He was still convulsing while pressed deep inside. "Which one of you gets him next?" "NO, FUCK NO! I don't want their fuck flu. " He'd pulled out of me and presented his blood, poz cum and ass juice covered stick for me to clean. I didn't hesitate amazing myself with how deeply I was able to inhale the ten inches. Before I was finished my cleaning job the smallest knob was fucking my ass. When I had my mouth back I couldn't stop myself groaning with each piston fuck. I couldn't hide my pleasure. Him "You're a great cum dump kid. I knew you wouldn't stop with mine. " "Fuck no ... ooh.... that feels so good ... but no... oh yeah .... no, don't breed me " Him "Breed him man, he wants your poison load, don't listen to him. " Me "Oh yeah .... fuck me .... but don't... don't ... ooh fuck... your filling me now aren't you? Oh fuck, I can feel you painting my guts. Fuuuuuuccck that feels so fuckin good!" As I was cleaning this fresh cock the last guy stepped up and aimed for my hole, "What do you say kid?" Me "This is fuckin crazy. No way man. I want it, but this is fuckin crazy. " He stuck the head of his eight inches into me. Me "Fuck no man. Shit it's not fair. Your raw cock feels so fuckin good. ... oh yeah ...but no..." He pulled it completely out and I felt so empty. Me "What the fuck man? What are you doing?" 8"'s "You said no." Me "Yeah, and I meant it. But you gotta give me more than just the tip. " "Balls deep?" "Yeah, balls deep. Then you can pull oouuutttt ... Oh fuck ... that feels so good " He'd taken me literally and entered in one swift movement. "Fuck me man. I need another raw pounding .... oooo fuucckk ... yeah ... like that .... your hittin my prostate just right ... don't stop. " The other two "Breed him .Fill him with your toxic dose!" 8"s " Ugh ... I'm close kid, tell me what you want ... fast " "Cum in my ass! Shoot inside me. Oh yeah .... knock me up, poz my hole." And again it was happening as I spoke. By the time I finished cleaning this cock the ten inch was hard again and teasing my swollen sloppy hole. Me "I've got three in me what's one more, give it to me." Well it wasn't just one more, by morning there must have been 9 toxic loads dripping down my balls. I slept on the entire drive back to the city. They dumped me at the woods and drove away laughing and shouting "Enjoy the fuck flu. " My terror returned and that was the cold sweat I awakened to for the next month. The cement truck of the fuck flu fevers never settled into me. And I was way too frightened to go to any clinic. With such a fright you'd think I'd avoid sex or at least not bb with strangers. But oh no, after a full days rest I was back out there getting my ten load quota every week. And fuckin and breedin the odd ass along the way.

Host a party. I have poz weekends in Atlanta.

Chapter 2 The top regained his breath, quickly pulled up his pants and headed past me up the trail. He jovially called out, "Your turn. " It was only then I realized my shorts were around my ankles and my eight inch erection was firmly in hand. The totally naked bottom was now standing taste testing samples of cum from his ass. He smiled and beckoned me towards him. As I took in his masculine beauty I now knew the source of the earlier magnetic force that drew me to these woods. I found myself shuffling down the hill and stepping out of my shorts to keep from tripping. He was already bent over when I reached him and immediately took my rigid cock in his mouth. The wet warmth felt exquisite and an energy like the final fanfare of a fireworks display pulsed through my veins. I couldn't control myself and as quickly as I declared "I'm going to cum " he spun around and consumed my raw hard cock with his ass hole. I was blasting as soon as the head entered him and kept shooting volley after volley as I bottomed out and slammed full force against his ass cheeks. The explosion felt nuclear and I wouldn't have been surprised to see my load shooting back out of his ears. I collapsed on his back and gasped to get my breath. A little composure regained and he turned to clean my still hard cock with his mouth. At this moment I ⁹now noticed an audience of three men had joined us. Each stroking their exposed hard on. The grey haired guy from earlier stepped up and plunged in to fuck the handsome bottom. Every now and then he would scoop a little cum from the bottom's ass and offer me his finger to suck. I hesitated at first, but remembering my pact with myself thought 'what the fuck, why not?' My first resistant lick tasted great. Meanwhile the bottom began playing with my hole with moistened fingers. Now and then he would prod and eventually he penetrated my outer ring. As if following my part in a well orchestrated script I found myself spinning, bending and offering my ass. The bottom's mouth was on it in a split second, his tongue probing inside, and his short cropped beard pleasantly scratching my perineum. I knew I had died and gone directly to heaven. My hole was bereft when he pulled away but then I quickly noticed something hard pushing at my virgin hole. Without a thought I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. I was pushing back against the hard thing with as much force as I could muster. As the pain tore me apart the reality that I had just impaled my ass on the bare cock of a guy that had just been bred with a high viral load became crystal clear. At this exact moment I could hear the grey haired guys ragged breath and declaration, "Cummin in your ass man!" Instantly remembering from porn earlier how often this became a chain reaction I found the good sense to pull off the cock I was riding. I did not have enough good sense to keep from spinning around and taking his load deep in my mouth. If the earlier taste hadn't confirmed it I now knew I was instantly addicted to this warm sweet and salty creamy fluid. I was still cleaning his cock as another observer entered the bottom's ass. Scrambling to find my shorts I realized I had tossed my shirt at some point and was totally naked save my running shoes. I retrieved my shorts, hastily pulled them on and ran. I ran all the way home totally forgetting my locked up bike. Thankfully no one was home and I bolted directly to my room collapsing on my back on my bed. For the next seven full minutes I gasped for breath. Then I got up, locked my door, stripped and lay back on my bed. I jacked my boner as I replayed every detail of the afternoon's events. When I got to the raw cock up my ass I exploded in orgasm with the load spraying my chest, face and the wall over my head board. Once again I was gasping to regain composure. Eventually I could hear the family arriving. I reluctantly pulled on some clothes and went down to join the dinner meal. Everyone could tell I was totally distracted and no one objected when I excused myself the moment I finished my plate. I was back in my room, door locked, naked and lost in bareback porn for the next three hours. If a condom appeared I closed that video down and was searching for the next raw screen, usually featuring hairy muscled hunks. Then I came upon the video where the condom breaks and the negative bottom begs for the poz tops load. It is only about 1.5 minutes long, but I found myself mesmerized and watching it over and over for the next half hour. Remembering my bike I cut another baggy tshirt down, pulled it and shorts on and headed back to the woods.