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*Author's Note* This installment is light on actual sex, but is very horny none the less and leading somewhere I hope you'll enjoy. -d Luke’s body convulsed, as cum splattered across his chest. His eyes however were locked on the figure in front of him. For a second he thought it was his dad; this man though was older, a little taller and more fit. Uncle Nick stood in a pair of running shorts and a tank top, seeming very large in the little attic. Luke scrambled to try and cover himself, though really, he thought, what was the point his uncle had just seen him ejaculate. He tucked his cock back into the old jock and grabbed his shirt from the floor. He pulled it on without wiping any of the cum from his torso making a sticky mess. “Luke, calm down. Its ok.” “I am so… fuck… look… um… its not… I… well.” “Luke… Luke. Its really ok. Certainly not the first time I’ve seen a guy cum, first time I’ve seen a family member but, really you’re fine. Is that my old jock?” “I… it was in this old box with a bunch of photographs and… and this journal which I guess is yours.” Luke’s heart was thudding in his chest. He knew he stunk of sweat and cum. He still didn’t have any pants on. “Here,” Nick said holding out Luke’s shorts, “Put these on. I guess we’ve got a lot to talk about.” Luke took his shorts sheepishly, and then scrambled around for his socks and shoes. Nick had taken a seat on an old trunk looking far more calm than Luke thought he should be. “Take a seat.” Nick patted the trunk next to him. Embarrassed, Luke now fully dressed sat down next to his uncle. Luke had never spent much time with Nick, he’d always lived far away, never came home for holidays or things like that. His grandfather’s funeral had been the first time Luke saw Nick in probably a decade. His uncle was objectively handsome in his mid-sixties. His hair was thick and still had flecks of deep brown in it, close cropped on the side and flopped over in the front. It was less conservative than Luke would normally expect for a man his age, the sides were clean and tight and there was height in the bangs. In fact, despite being older, Nick looked younger than Luke’s father. Luke knew why immediately… the gay brother knew how to take care of himself. His skin looked smooth and cared for, his clothes comfortable but hip and new. Straight would call him “well preserved” but Luke would have called him a silver fox, or a daddy. With all he now knew about Nick, Luke couldn’t stop his eyes drifting downward. He noticed the dark gray chest hair that exploded from over Nick’s tank top. The square chest, and pert nipples that pushed through thin fabric. His eyes fell to Nick’s crotch and saw an unmistakable bulge in the light fabric of his running shorts. “So, you found my journal.” “I… I didn’t intend to read it. I opened the box to sort through it and when I saw the pictures and the magazines I got curious.” “And the jock apparently.” “Well. Yeah. I like them. I wear jocks all the time, and I wanted… after I read the first few pages, that next day… I don’t know I wanted to feel like I was closer to the story. I hoped that it was the one Brett had given, well had given you, that first day.” I was stammering. My words falling out faster than I could think about them. “How far did you get?” “What?” “In the journal, how far have you read.” “Um… July 21st. I just started it when you… when you found me.” “Remind me, what is July 21st.” “Um… Brett eating Mac’s loads out of your hole.” “Mac… fuck… I haven’t thought about him in ages. Well I suppose you probably have questions.” “I mean mainly just how did I not know you are gay.” “That’s it?” Nick laughed, his face breaking into a big toothy smile, his head tossed back. “Wow, your nephew reads your journal where you described your sexual awakening in meticulous detail and his only question is how did he never know you were gay.” “I mean yeah, not like I need gay sex explained to me,” It was Luke’s turn to laugh. “We will come back to that. Alright. It’s not really a complicated story or a particularly unique one. About two years after Brett and I first got together I’d started living as an out gay person in New York. I came home at Christmas and wanted to tell the family. I made the mistake of telling your grandmother first and she reacted so poorly that I was terrified to tell anyone else. I think your dad guessed. I didn’t try to hide it too much, but we never really talked about it. After my mom reacted that way, I just pulled away from the family. There weren’t resources back then like there are not to help people guide their families through the coming out process. I probably… I wish I had tried harder. Ultimately giving up on her cost me my whole family. I lost contact with almost everyone. “Brett moved to San Francisco not too long after I came out. Without him, it felt like I had no family. I had friends in New York, but that distance showed us both how much we meant to each other. I followed him there less than a year later, and that’s where I stayed.” “Why didn’t you say anything after grandma died?” “I don’t know. Dad was so old, and I’m in my 60’s it just didn’t feel worth it to make things hard on the family or stir something up. I’ve made a whole life without them. I don’t need them. I guess that’s sad but it’s how a lot of guys my age ended up. Although, now I see that I’ve missed some things.” He looked Luke up and down, his eyes lingered on Luke’s chest, remembering the trim fur covered torso now covered by a thin shirt. “You could tell my dad. He was the coolest one in my family when I came out. My mom must have been in shock or something cause she just sat there but my dad just jumped right up and hugged me.” “That’s good to hear. Honestly. I’m really happy for you. The world is a completely different place. Christ, so much has changed since I wrote that journal. The freedom that I felt then, and then having it snatched away by a disease we didn’t understand. Fuck. I watched so many people just wither and… and now prep and everyone’s back to riding dick like it never happened. It’s amazing.” “What happened to Brett?” “What do you mean what happened… Fuck yeah if you didn’t know I’m gay you wouldn’t… he’s in SF right now with our dogs. We’ve been together for… forty years now give or take a few fights along the way.” “Seriously?” “Seriously, and he’s still just as fucking hot as he was then, just without the long blond hair and a few more wrinkles. And he still loves to eat another guys cum out of my ass.” “What?” “Luke, you’ve read literally pages upon pages about him fucking me, what point is it in pretending you don’t know what you know.” “I guess there isn’t really.” A long silent beat past before Luke said, “Why did you write it, the journal I mean.” “I started because I wanted to try and process what happened. I was lost after Brett fucked me for the first time. I didn’t know what it meant for my life, but I knew my life would be different. And, well, I kept writing it because that’s what I do. I’m a writer. Right after I moved to SF I got a job writing for a gay magazine. Then I did some time as a reporter and now I’m a novelist and contributing editor to another gay magazine. Chronicling my exploits just seemed like the most logical thing in the world at the time, plus it was fucking hot. We didn’t have the internet for porn. I had those magazines, and eventually I started talking photos, but at first all I had were my memories and what I wrote down. I jerked off pretty much every time I finished writing in that thing.” “I’ve shot so many loads reading this thing, and the other day after I…” Luke stopped but Nick nodded. “Go on.” Luke felt like the air in the attic was growing hotter by the second. “I, well, I was so horny after reading about the second time Brett fucked you that I found a guy on Grindr and went over to his place.” “What happened.” “He dumped a big fucking load in me, while I was wearing your jock.” “I’m glad to see that old thing is getting use again.” “I keep thinking about how hot it would be to get fucked by Brett in it.” “Well, stranger things have happened.” “Like walking in on your nephew right as he blows a load reading a journal you wrote in the seventies?” “Yeah, something like that. Look its hot as fuck up here, and I cant be bothered trying to move any of these things downstairs today. There’s a bar next to my hotel, lets go there and we can continue this conversation.” “Alright, yeah… I’m kinda filthy though.” “You could go home first if you want, but I personally don’t mind. I like it when a guy smells like he’s been working hard.” “Me too… alright, lets go.” “Aren’t you forgetting anything?” “What?” “The journal. You’ve enjoyed it so much don’t leave it behind.” Nick flashed a rather wicked looking grin, which after a beat Luke returned. He bent over to pack the journal back in the box. Nick wondered if Luke was intentionally bent at the hip, putting his ass on full display for Nick rather than kneeling down to pack. It was a good ass, Luke clearly had been spending a lot of time in the gym. Nick found himself wondering what his nephew’s hole would be like. Luke straightened up. “All set,” he said with the box under his arm. They drove separately, Luke following Nick’s rental car the twenty-minute drive to the hotel. He felt a mixture of excitement and nerves. There was clearly a charge sexual energy between them, how could there not be with how they had met. Luke’s cock was half hard the whole drive, wondering what was about to happen. For Nick’s part he found himself completely torn. He had already watched his college aged nephew cum all over himself. The boy was wearing his old jockstrap right now, and apparently had for days. His tight body, hairy torso and round bubble butt made him exactly the sort of boy Nick and Brett picked up in SF to this day, exactly the sort of boy he loved to breed, but this was his nephew. Nick parked around back of the hotel closer to his room door and walked around to find Luke standing waiting. Luke had been expecting a rather bland hotel bar, the kind that always seemed to be brand new but also five years out of date with the décor; however, they now stood facing a large neon pink sign reading “The Wide Receiver” and a rainbow flag fluttered overhead. “Your hotel is right next to a gay bar?” Luke said incredulously. “Why do you think I picked it. If I’m going to be back in this town for three weeks, on my own, dealing with my dad’s stuff, I need somewhere to get an easy drink that doesn’t require enduring drunk straights.” “Good point.” “You ever been?” “Here? No.” “Well, let’s go. You could probably use a beer after all that work in the attic.” Just inside the door sat the most wonderfully stereotypical lesbian gay bar bouncer imaginable. She sat, looking uncomfortable and put upon, on a tall wooden stool under the only bright light in the place. Her hair was a mix of gray and brown, cropped short and spiked a little in the front, still rocking the 1990’s boyband look. She wore a denim vest covered in patches and buttons, emblazed with an embroidered logo for the bar. She took their ID’s and flashed a halfhearted smile. Beyond her was a long rather narrow bar. Most of the left-hand wall was taken up with the bar, bottles glinting on glass shelves under multicolored Christmas lights haphazardly strung about. The right-hand side had tall tables set out with chairs on top of what clearly became a dance floor later. Little DJ lights danced back and forth aimlessly, throwing spinning colorful patterns across the few patrons perched at their tables while pop music with the bass turned all the way up thumped from the speakers. They both instantly loved it. They ordered two beers at the bar and then found a table in the corner to sit at. For a little while Nick told Luke about his life in SF more; what the gay scene was like, museums he and Brett enjoyed, drag performers they loved. Then it was Luke’s turn, what college was like, what he classes he would be taking in the fall, how he and his friends spent their free time. Now in a second location, with other people they both were a little less free with their sexual histories, feeling slightly self-conscious with the eyes of the public on them. All the while however, sexual tension bubbled, they each would make little references to hooking up, or some hot guy that worked at a store or bar, but neither pushing it too far. That is until Nick took the plunge saying, “So, who was this guy that you picked up the other day?” “Oh, um, this hot daddy I found on Grindr. Tall, big broad shoulders, hairy as fuck, and…” Luke was feeling bold and comfortable again, “with a really fat cock.” “Woof, pics?” “Sure,” Luke laughed and pulled out his phone. He moved his chair around the table a bit so they were sitting closer and he pulled up Jack’s profile. “Damn, he’s hot.” “I know right!” “He reminds me of a guy I used to meet up with at the pier.” “The what?” “The Chelsea Pier, it’s a posh mall slash indoor driving range slash gymnastics studio and bar or something now, but in the 70’s it was an abandoned warehouse next to the water directly across from the West Village. You’d go and jump these concrete barricades along the road, slip round a chain link fence and it was like you’d entered a whole new world. The warehouse had been abandoned so fast that there was furniture in the offices still. Once you were there there were basically no rules. It was just gay men living their lives. Some guys would go read, and have picnics, and sit with their boyfriends without fear of being harassed, and others… well others went there for sex, especially after dark. It was like this big maze, and you could find anything you wanted. The only other time I’ve ever found anything remotely like it was in Berlin.” “And what did you go there for?” “I’ll let you read the specifics, but let’s just say that Brett loved eating my hole when I came back from the pier.” “Fuck, I am so jealous. You got to live through this amazing time of gay sexual liberation. It feels like it was just everywhere.” “For a time, it was. There in the late 70’s it was a kind of freedom, but then there was a lot of fear and confusion that followed.” He paused and took a swig of his beer, “Honestly not really a time period I like talking about, all the uncertainty and death. Things are so different now, you’ll never know that fear, if you get sick there are drugs. It’s not a death sentence any more. You know I hate how much our community is still trapped in that time. It feels like every piece of gay cinema or theatre that’s come out has ended in one of the main characters emaciated in a hospital bed, or they only have a fleeting romance for a weekend and then never see each other again… Just once I want to watch some nice gay rom-com, or a coming of age tale where the parents are supportive and they find a boyfriend in the end…” he trailed off, and then after a long moment of silence took another big drink of his beer. Luke sat quietly, waiting for his uncle to come back from where ever he’d gone. The look of pain in his face was palpable. It was the same look he’d had when talking about never reconnecting with his father, as if the things he’d lost in his life were written on his face. One more big gulp of beer and the glass was empty. Luke turned his eyes back to his nephew and smiled. “It was an amazing time. Keep reading, honestly. I’d thought I’d lost that journal, I never imagined it ended up in dad’s attic. When I moved to SF I dropped off some stuff there, but I thought I’d gotten all of it.” “You should publish it.” “Erotica?” “Something like that. A true memoir of a gay man in New York from the 1970s filled with history and excitement and hot sex… all my friend would read it and then grow terrible moustaches trying to be Mac.” “Or end up bottoming for hot daddies?” “Maybe, although from what I know I’m the only one out of my friends with a thing for older men.” “How much of a thing?” “Enough that I have a couple of local fuck buddies at college over the age of fifty that I see weekly.” “Nice, sounds like this cute boy from SFU that Brett and I knew a few years ago. One of us must have bred his hole every week for his whole senior year. We picked him up at Oasis just before school started, cute kid, kind of a prude… well that was until he gave in and admitted he liked older guys and let us take him home. Fuck he was so tight that first time…it took forever to open him up, but by the time he graduated… one good wad of spit on his hole and he was good to go.” “The first time I got fucked the guy must have eaten me out for an hour I was so tight.” “Some daddy at school?” “No, actually, an older kid, just before Christmas my freshman year. We met at a party, were drinking and talking, then it turned into flirting and then we were back in his apartment. He was really cute, and at the time I felt so awkward in my skin I didn’t know what to do with myself. Honestly though, he was amazing, and kind, and despite us both being pretty drunk, he did, he took his time fingering me till I was moaning and wet. It felt so good, like every time his tongue flicked over my hole I got hornier. By the time he thought I was ready I was so horny all I could think about was getting his cock inside me. I didn’t even stop to think about condoms or protection. I just wanted him to fuck me. And he did, he blew a big load in me and I shot all over him while sitting on his cock. I was hooked, I had never felt that good before. Literally two days later I had downloaded Grindr and sucked some guy off in the library bathroom while on a study break.” “Quick learner.” “With a very high sex drive.” They both laughed, and Nick got up to get them more drinks. He turned away from Luke to hide his crotch as he adjusted his boner in his pants. As soon as Nick was away from the table Luke did the same thing. They both had been steadily becoming more aroused by their conversation. Both of them now wondered again where this evening and its revelations would end.

We just moved to this neighborhood, my wife was out for the day. I posted on DL, opened Grindr and got to work looking. I left the front door open, set up in the guest room on my hands and knees and ended up with 9 loads in 2 hours ^_^ Guys just walked in one after the other, knocked up my hole and went on their way. One guy tried to use a condom, I said raw only, and he dipped. (Not sure why he even came anyway) Doing it again tomorrow night can't wait!

Went over to this daddy’s house tonight. He’s 60 and I’m 22. When I got there and he opened the door for me he took off all his clothes so I did the same. We spent a really long time making out and 69ing, he ate my ass so deep it felt amazing. Sticking his tongue in as far as goes while I had my ass pressed hard against his face. He has a really nice cock, really big it was hard to fit it all in my mouth. Luckily I never have a problem taking big cocks in my ass. He has a glory hole closet at his house and bred my ass in the dark room. First time I’ve ever fucked in a glory hole kind of set up

Anecdotally, I wrote Silver Steele, the porn star who showed the world the lesions he had all over his face, to thank him for being honest about the realities of the virus. He is sure that he got it at a birthday party, not a sex party, where he did no more than kiss and make out with a couple of guys that day. There were no men there with lesions on their faces.

Good luck on the next draw! Hope to see you in another event soon!!

About 20 minutes ago, my FB. He came in my unlocked back door as usual, sees me lying naked and face down, as usual, sighs and says: "I won't lie, I'm probably gonna nut really fast." i told Him any way He fucks is awesome, that i love having His cock and seed in me anytime, anyway. About 10 minutes later, He was dressing and leaving, my ass creamed and both of us happy. He asked if i'm going to be around tomorrow.... yep.

A vaccine is a layer of protection. A tool in the toolbox if you will. Another way of thinking about it- the police and military issue bullet proof vests to their members. And some still die from getting shot where the bullet breaches a weak spot or an area not as well protected. But the fact is, a lot of bullet proof vests have taken a bullet or bullets, and the wearer has had a hell of a bruise, or even the skin broken. But within a few days they were 100% again, and not 6 ft under. Same thing a vaccine provides.

JUST YESTERDAY, I was fucking my #1 main man, I hit that point where I can feel a ‘pop’. On him, it’s just before as deep as I can get. It may not be a controlable muscle, but it’s a ring, a transition, a narrowing of the g/i tract, a turn in the bend, or something I can definitely feel, in him and in many other men. But yesterday I was working that spot in him for sure. I was extra horny. My dick head swells up big and purple when I am super erect or about to cum. I could feel it stroking in and out of that tight place, that bend. He could feel in ‘popping’ in and out of that tight place, that ring. I think usually that place opens up and relaxes. I have to be fucking hard and deep to be there in him. (I like fucking hard and deep.) Yesterday though, it didn’t relax the same way, and we could feel it popping in and out. Which drove me wild. I came there - one of those cums where I start cumming but can’t stop stroking . . . making a wonderful frothy cummy mess. After I held him in my arms while he stroked himself off and I talked about how I loved beating up that spot inside him so he’d be more receptive to my babies. I feel that turn, that ring, that whatever on maybe half the guys I fuck. With many guys I’ll be fucking fucking fucking and push in that extra bit to hit that whatever it is. Their eyes go wide. HELL YES Gobsmacked. It may not be a ‘second ring’, but whatever it is, it exists!

Love hooking up with a Top, who forgets to slip on the condom and finishes in me

Surprise Chapter! I hadn't intended to write this, but I sat down today and wrote from Jay's perspective, giving you a bit of a window into his twisted mind. It covers his two chapters and leaves off with a clearer picture of his "status" in life moving forward. Hope you enjoy. Part 14: Jay's Twisted MInd Since I was a teenager I knew I liked to fuck. Having religious parents meant conversations about sex revolved around one common theme: DON’T DO IT. I knew my brothers were sticking to this rule, but I had had no intention of doing so. At fifteen I lost my virginity, fucking a girl down the street while her parents were out of town. I even used the condoms I found in her dad’s bedside table drawer. The man had good taste in condoms. Fucked her three times that night. I never replaced the condoms, wondering if her dad would suspect someone had deflowered his precious angel. God, my brothers had no clue what they were missing. They were too happy with their right hands while I had the real thing. Over the years, I found more pussy to shove my dick inside, quickly experiencing as much depravity as I could. All I wanted was sex, whether one night stands, app hookups, or anonymous fucks. Sex was sex. My parents didn’t like the fact that I left religion behind and decided to live my own life. Fuck them, I thought. I didn’t need their permission. I wasn’t like Will or Zack. I made my own choices and decided for myself where my dick spent each night. Sure, this created a bit of a break between me and my family, but that was their problem. I was living my life, one orgy at a time. It didn’t take long after I went out on my own to discover something about myself: I’m a twisted fucker. I was the type of guy parents worried their daughters would bring home. I liked rough sex, hearing a woman scream out as my fat dick filled her pussy, threatening to tear her in two. I liked it when they scratched my back, holding onto me for dear life. I owned practically ever sex toy made, including a few dildos. I could go for hours, especially once I stopped using condoms. I didn’t always pull out either. I guess I always assumed whatever woman I was fucking was on the pill or a had a plan in place should my swimmers prove powerful. For all I knew, I had kids I didn’t know about. Do I sound like an asshole? Maybe? Did I have a good time? Fuck yes. Needless to say, I had dreaded returning home for my dad’s farewell sermon. He and I never saw eye-to-eye. Plus, I didn’t want to see my brothers. Zack was the perfect son and Will was modelled after our dad, becoming a pastor just like he was. I was the fuck up, and they always made sure that I knew it. I had prepared myself for a hellish week. When I found out I had to room with Will, I knew I was being punished. Clearly my bedroom wasn't going to see any action over the next few days. Fuck, was I wrong. Maybe that’s why I had been so eager when I saw Will's car at the adult book store. I knew it was his car, and once the employee confirmed that Will had indeed come inside, I had been over the moon. Finally, I wasn’t the major disappointment. I was excited to throw him under the bus for a change. “And you’re sure this is him?” I had asked. “I’m sure,” the employee said, looking at the picture on my phone. “He was over in that section briefly.” I looked over to where the man was pointing, noticing the titles. “But that’s gay porn,” I said. “That’s what he was looking at,” the man told me. I tried to understand what I was being told. Will, the son who was following in our father’s holy footsteps, the brother I was sharing a room with, the youngest of the three of us, was secretly gay? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The employee had told me that he had gone back into one of the booths. This is my time to expose him, I thought, eagerly making my way to the booths. Only one was occupied. I thought of pounding on the door, scaring him, even recording a video to show our parents, but something stopped me. The voice in my head which told me to fuck harder, to fuck as much pussy as possible, to take risks, directed me a different way instead. I popped into the booth next to his and waited, my eyes finding the gloryhole immediately. The twisted fucker inside of me did the thinking as I pulled down my pants and pushed my dick through the hole, waiting to see what would happen. It was only when I realized fully what I was doing, seeing my reflection in the blank television screen, that I felt a warm mouth engulf my dick, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I nearly cried out but stopped myself, not wanting to be exposed. Was I really doing this? Was I really letting my little brother suck my dick? Was I this twisted of a man, wanting to feel my brother’s mouth on my cock, his tongue lapping up my precum? Hell yeah, I thought. “I’m… gonna… cum…” I moaned, unable to stay quiet. My orgasm shook my body, legs growing weak as I experienced the best blowjob of my life. “Fuck, man,” I said, pulling my dick back through the hole, momentarily forgetting who was on the other side. “Thanks, dude. That felt fucking great.” As soon as I had regained control of myself, I realized I had to run before Will saw me. I darted out of the booth and out of the store, driving as quickly as I could. What the fuck did I just do? Had I seriously just had my own brother suck my dick and swallow my cum? And had it been the hottest experience of my life? I tried to keep cool throughout dinner, hoping I hadn’t given myself away. Will gave me harsh glances, but that was nothing new. It wasn’t until we got ready for bed and I made fun of his pajamas that everything fell apart. “I don’t need to tell you just how much the ladies just love a thick cock,” I told him, showing off. I wondered if Will recognized my dick, knowing it was the same one he had swallowed only hours before. “Oh, that’s right. You don’t know. You’re the last virgin in the house. Maybe on the planet. Well, let me tell you, they love it.” “I don’t care, Jay.” “They love it when I shove my thick dick into their tight pussies. I’m too much of a man for most of them. When it comes to their mouths, forget it. I break jaws.” “I said, that’s enough.” “Fine,” I said, getting hard off the attention. “Jealousy is an ugly thing.” “Why would I be jealous of a dick that’s smaller than mine?” Will asked. In that moment, I knew I had him. His armor was breaking. I was going to expose him, even if only for my own benefit. I kept pushing, making him mad, saying things I knew would not only get him upset but also horny. He played right into my hand. Even seeing that he had a bigger dick than my own didn't stop me from enjoying every second of our battle. “Why were you at the adult video store today?” I asked him. From that point, I had him. I knew I could blackmail him if I wanted to, but that wasn’t my goal. The deviant voice was turning my thoughts in a direction I had never considered before. Sure, I was able to get all the pussy I wanted, but, as I stood before my brother, both of us with our dicks hard, I found myself wanting only one thing: him. I thought it wouldn’t take much convincing to get him inside me. Yes, I wanted him inside me. Seeing his huge dick awoke inside me a hunger I assumed women felt when they saw my cock. I had never been afraid of trying new things, and this felt as if it would be the ultimate sexual experience. Little did I know how ultimate it was about to get. “Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked, looking at the tattoo on Will’s chest. “I’m poz,” he said. This was a turn I hadn’t expected. “How long?” “A few weeks. Almost two months.” Never had I imagined Will doing something so crazy, so risky, so… hot. I knew in that moment that I should have been afraid, wanting to call the whole thing off, but I found myself only wanting him more. I needed him inside me one way or another. I knew then that this was the next level of my journey. Seeing my brother, the picture of a sexual deviant, I knew who I had to become. One way or another, I was determined to get my way. ### “I’m gunna cum,” Will moaned, his sweat dripping onto my body. We'd fucked almost every night, several times each night. It was the hottest sex I'd ever had, proving the men in our family were good fuckers. “Do it,” I said, smiling, knowing what was about to happen. Since Will would only fuck me with a condom on, I had been forced to get creative. I had lulled him into a sense of security, willingly giving him my ass. All I had to do was wait for the right time. I hid the condoms I had left, condoms I only had if a bitch made me wear one and I was desperate, and traded them out for new and “improved” condoms I knew I’d prefer. All it took was a few jabs from a needle and I was set. I was so fucking horny knowing that my poz brother was fuckin me full of his toxic cum, and he didn’t even know it. I could feel his cum shooting into me, a new sensation of warmth spreading throughout my body. “Shit,” Will said, looking down at something I couldn’t see, his orgasm glow vanishing. “Oh, fuck. Shit. SHIT!” “Be quiet,” I hissed, already feeling the burn of his cum in the scratches I had made at the start of our fucking. It really was too easy. “You’re going to wake everyone up.” “Jay,” he said, standing up and showing me his dick. “The condom broke. It broke, and I didn’t know, and I… I just… I just came inside you.” I reached down and felt my hole, loving the feeling of being used. “Yeah. Feels like you did.” I continued to shove his escaping cum back inside my swollen lips as he freaked out over the blood and the cum and the condoms. “I wasn’t going to pay a ton of money for condoms I was going to poke holes in,” I said. He stared at me, his fear fading to confusion. “What?” “I poked holes in the condom,” I told him. “I used one of Mom’s needles.” I loved the look on his face. “Why would you do that?” “So it would break.” “Why would you want it to break?” Revealing to Will how fucked up of a person I was felt like one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. I had always known that I was twisted, but admitting to someone else, especially someone so close to me, got me hard. Even with the look of horror on his face, I found myself turned on knowing that his toxic cum was swimming inside me. I had never imagined myself going this extreme, but it had felt right. It felt like the natural progression of my journey. “What if you get sick?” he asked me. I shrugged. “That’s a part of the risk,” I said. “If I do, then I’ll have a part of you as a part of me forever. Seems like a cool thing for brothers.” We didn’t speak for the rest of the night. By the time I woke up, Will was already out of the room. “Mom, where’s Will?” I asked. “Went for a run,” she said. I went back to our room and packed up my things, knowing I needed to give him some space. I didn’t want to push him further and risk exposing us both. Clearly, in his mind, I had gone too far. For myself, I knew I had only just started out on a new path. “Leaving already?” my mom asked, though there was a hint in her voice that showed she was relieved. “Got to get back to work,” I told her. “Mom, let Will know that I’m glad we were able to get closer the past few days. I hope he and I can get together and do it again soon.” ### “Fuck,” I moaned, my hands holding my legs up as Alan slammed his dick inside my hole. When I got back home, I started looking up the best places to cruise for dick, specifically poz dick. For now, I was done with pussy. Maybe I’d return, but, for now, all I wanted was for someone to fill me up. I met Alan at a local park where men met at night to fuck in the woods. I’d fucked in public settings before, but this felt different. Our eyes met instantly, both of us watching as two men shoved their dicks inside a twink’s stretched hole. Alan nodded his head to a section of the park which was unused, and I followed after him. The second we were alone, I pulled my pants down and turned around, showing him my ass. “Eager, aren’t you,” he said. Alan looked to be about forty, his gray hair stretching down to his face in a well-kept beard. Though his hair showed his age, his body didn’t. He was thinner than me, but showed muscle. I instantly got hard. “Know what this means?” he asked, lifting up his shirt and revealing a biohazard tattoo on his stomach. I smiled. “Means I’m in for a good fuck,” I said, spreading my cheeks. Alan smiled. “Yes you are,” he said, shoving a finger inside my ass and tearing me open again. More than a week later, and we were still fucking just as hard as we had that night. “Fuck, you’re huge,” I told him. Clearly, having Alan fuck me every night wasn’t stretching me out as much as I would have expected. “The biggest you’ve had?” he asked, winking at me. “No,” I told him. “My brother’s dick is bigger.” He smiled at me. “Fuck, that’s hot.” I looked at the biohazard tattoo on his stomach and watched as it moved with each thrust, his sweat dripping down his body. “No. That’s fucking hot.” ### Sunday morning came, and I woke up sweating profusely, a horrible headache splitting my head. I felt sick, as if I had gotten the worst flu I had ever experienced. I smiled. I didn’t know if it had been Will or Alan, but I didn’t care. The risk had been fun. Now, I just had to ride this out and reap the rewards on the other side. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Wasn't sure how to get Jay back into the story this soon, so I thought this would work for the time being. Jay is considerably more twisted than Will, and his chapter shows that. I don't see Alan sticking around, but maybe someone else will catch Jay's eye in the future...

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.

Chapter 4 The ginger bear and I continued to snog as four more loads were pumped into my guts. In the meantime the bear got a great pounding and one more load delivered with a great roar. Ginger bear suggested we leave now that our load counts were even. We scrambled around to find our strewn clothes and headed out of the woods. As I was unlocking my bike the bear invited me to his place. I tossed my bike in the back of his pickup and we were on the road. I began to worry about all the cum I had taken and asked if I should have asked status before taking cocks bare. He responded; "It's up to you kid. Maybe in the future, but it's a little late to worry about tonight." Delivered with a good natured laugh. It was not long 'til we arrived at his town house. He unlocked and invited me in the front door. The door was no sooner closed than we were snogging and ripping off each other's clothes. Both naked he pulled me up the stairs and threw me onto his king size bed. It smelled fresh, the sheets had been dried outdoors. I lay on my back and his big hairy body lay over me like a comfy quilt. He looked me straight in the eye. "So what would you like to happen here young man?" "Shit ... I don't know ... what do you want?" "I want to fuck your no longer virgin ass. " "Holy fuck ... you are massive ... I don't think I can manage it ... even with all this cum for lube. " "Don't worry, I'll open you up slowly. It won't be long 'til you beg for bigger. " "Holy shit ... I don't know... um... oh fuck it! Yeah ... fuck me , fuck me now!" He rolled me over, ate and tongue fucked my ass for the longest time. Then he started messaging and penetrating my hole with his thick fingers. He had amazing skills. When he figured I was ready he lay on his back and told me to sit on his cock; "That way you'll be in control. " I climbed on the beautiful hairy hill of his body and together we lined up his massive cock head with my hole. I tried to sit down but there was no way it was going in. He reached into his bedside table and brought out a small brown bottle. Uncapping it he took a few sniffs in each nostril. I followed his lead. My head immediately began to spin and warmth flooded my body. He encouraged me to take two more long hits per nostril. With head spinning and ass so fuckin horny I just squatted on his pole and three inches popped inside. He smiled and encouraged: "Sit on down. You're doing great. Take a bit more. " I pushed down and two more inches eased into me. As I stroked the hair on his chest and tummy he slowly and gently started to fuck me from below. After a dozen pumps he was eight inches in. I felt like I was riding a telephone pole. I was encouraged to take a few more sniffs and I was soon fully impaled loving the feel of his thick furry bush on my naked ass and taint. Again he smiled and asked; "You ready to get fucked kid?" "Five guys have already fucked me tonight, that makes six today... but, yeah, I'm ready for you to fuck the living daylights out of this newbie ass man. " And fuck me he did. First from the bottom, then missionary, then doggy. I lost track of all the positions and angles as well as the time. Back in missionary for the third time I could tell by his ragged breathing that he was getting close. His words confirmed my suspicions: "Where do you want my load kid?" "Inside me of course ... please, NO, NO ... WAIT ... what 's your HIV status?" "Poz " "Undetectable?" "Fuck no, no meds here kid, massive viral load. "

Damn, thanks man!!! Next up, Kevin and Tom. I hope I can get it done before my cruise next Wednesday. Then it’ll be two weeks before I can post again.

Wow Assmunch, if this chapter were a screen play you'd win an Oscar for Best Picture!! Weeble and Wicomb (oops, Hunter) are soooooo perfect for each other...Weeble has finally found his man!! Bravoo!!!! And the sex...Yummy!! Keep it up, stud!! Love my Bravos and their men...Kevin and Hunter!😛😋

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WEEBLE AND WICOMB Assmunch was on a tear trying to keep all the guys movin to clean up the barracks before clear out. I didn’t mind much cuz I wanted to get out of there too so I could spend the rest of the day with Wicomb. I gotta say though I kept findin my eyes goin to Assmunch’s friend Kevin. Now that was a nice piece of man right there. He looked a little uncomfortable in those tight slacks and white dress shirt that didn’t hide nothin of what he had goin on. But that hair, and those dreamy eyes, eyes almost as nice as Wicomb’s. I was used to seein muscles, hell Sleeper and Zeus were damn near perfect, but somethin bout seein ‘em move in tight fabric like Kevin had on was so fuckin distractin. Nice meaty bulge too, not like I was starin or nothin. It was just, well… there, ya know? Hard to miss was all. It would be easy for a civilian to seem awkward or out of place, but Kevin wasn’t none of that, just walkin around easy as you please like he belonged. When the brothers teased him about his hair he just gave ‘em an easy grin like he didn’t care. Whatever he said back was too low to hear, but it made the brothers smile or laugh. Just comfortable in his own skin, I guess he was. Sorta like Assmunch. Some guys just knew who they were and that was that, with nothin to prove. That was easy for big guys like Kevin. “He’s definitely something, isn’t he?” I heard Wicomb say. I froze like a mama deer hearing a twig snap. “Relax, Victor.” He continued, puttin a hand on my shoulder. “I’ve been checking him out too. He’s got a lot to look at.” I glanced back at him, still uncertain if I was caught doin somethin bad. Lookin was one thing, but I had to try to remember if I had gone over the line. Wicomb chuckled. “Bud, you don’t have to worry. It’s cool.” Damn. He definitely caught me. Crap. I wondered if he figured out I liked guys. That was gonna ruin everythin. It was one thing to do Wicomb a favor for bein nice to me on that trip to North Carolina, and a whole nother thing for him to think I was gay. If he figured it out he probably wouldn’t want to be my friend. I felt a panic start to crush my chest. “Hey, I gotta ask Assmunch somethin, you mind strippin my bunk? I’ll be right back.” I rattled out in a rush. Wicomb looked confused. “Uh, sure bud.” I couldn’t walk away fast enough. I wasn’t lookin for Assmunch, I needed a quiet corner to get myself under control. FUCK! Okay, no more lookin at no one, I gotta be cool. Just around Wicomb. The brothers didn’t care or even notice if I stared at them. Sleeper kinda loved it actually, gettin stared at when he shook that butt of his. I swear he made his dick and balls flop around on purpose when he walked around naked. He’d stretch or yawn while he was standing naked in front of you, darin you to drink in an eyeful. He drove me fuckin crazy sometimes. I loved it. I guess I got too comfortable when none of the guys cared, and we all just accepted more than the usual examination by our brothers. Hell, when your platoon had an actual pissin for distance contest in the showers, then some of them went for a cum-shootin contest, no one cared who was lookin. Footlong even let us feel the weight of his big ole dick once, givin anyone who wanted to a chance to feel what a real big dick felt like. Just the once though, and I think he did it so the guys would just stop talkin about it. He seemed embarrassed by it. I think I’d have to explain to Wicomb. It honestly wasn’t no big deal. Sure Kevin was beautiful, but it was because he was exotic, you know, so different from the Bravos with his long wavy hair like a pro wrestler. “You good Weeble?” Shark asked when he passed me in the hall as I was leanin up against the wall slowin my breath down. I nodded. “Yeah, just had a moment. I’m good, brother.” Shark tilted his head and knitted his eyebrows together, fixin me with a hard stare. “If you’re lying, I’m going to beat it out of you. You’re either good, or you speak up, got it?” It was the concern in his voice that finally relaxed me. My brother would be there for me if I needed it. Just knowing that…well it made me NOT need it, if that makes any sense at all. I smiled. “Yeah Shark, thanks. I’m good now.” He nodded. “Just so you know, it’s when you don’t smile that we know. And we know your fake smile too. Any one of us will have your back, bro. You just pick one of us.” Fuck these were just the best guys. “Thanks for that. I love you, brother.” Shark reached out and pulled my head into a quick arm lock. I felt a kiss on the top of my skull. “I love you too, brother. Get back to your friend. He’s standing there looking like an idiot.” Well, shit, I couldn’t go back bawlin like a baby so I dried the tears before they could fall out of my eyes. I knew walkin back that I’d have to tell Wicomb. If he was the guy I thought he was, or who I hoped he would be, then it wouldn’t matter and he’d still be my friend. If he didn’t understand, then I figured I had plenty of better men in my brotherhood to be friends with. It was kinda funny how we all just tracked each other with part of our attention all the time. We knew immediately when somethin was out of the ordinary. Yeah, my Brothers were all I really needed, if it came down to it. The words sounded good, but I knew it would hurt if that happened, just like it always had. I took a breath before walkin back into the bay. Wicomb knew the barracks drill and my beddin was nowhere to be found, already deposited in the canvas laundry cart sittin at the end of the bay with an Army green AIRBORNE B1A stenciled on the fabric. He’d even rolled my mattress. I walked up with a smile. “Well that brought back all sorts of unpleasant memories.” He said. I guess he was talkin about the clear out. I saw Wanker across the way sittin on Bootlicker’s shoulders shovin who knows what crap up into the ceiling and replacing the ceiling tile. Those two were always up to somethin but they had each other. It seemed like they each found somethin they needed in the other one. But Bootlicker was the boss of all that, whatever it was. “What are they doing?” Wicomb whispered in my ear, throwin his really good feelin arm over my shoulders. I shrugged. “Secret Bootlicker stuff. We don’t ask. Assmunch might know.” “So, all of you have nicknames?” He asked. “Yup, it kinda just happened early on. A couple of the guys started it the first week, and after our first Barracks Bitch Saturday everyone had a nickname. A couple changed along the way, like Assmunch, but most stuck that first week.” I answered. “So what’s yours? Killer? Pit bull? The TERMINATOR?” He emphasized that last one dramatically with an Arnold accent. I laughed. “We don’t have no names like that, it’s all just fun. I’m Weeble.” “Wait…what’s Barracks Bitch Saturday?” Wicomb interrupted. I wasn’t sure how far to go to explain, and was saved by Sleeper in all his glorious nakedness. I saw Wicomb give Sleeper a long, slow once over while Sleeper waited patiently for Wicomb’s eyes to stop roamin. A cocky grin was plastered on his incredible face. “Damn.” I heard Wicomb say under his breath. “You should see Zeus. He’s a BIG GODDAMN when you see him naked.” Sleeper said. “Barracks Bitch Saturday was our only night without the fucking Sarges breathing down our fucking necks, so we had a party in the barracks. One brother got picked to be our slave, the unlucky fuck. Maybe Weeble can tell you about his turn at Barracks Bitch. I’d say you’ll find his second and last times the most noteworthy. Right Weeble?” I shot Sleeper a glare while his handsome prick face grinned with pretend innocence. “Well? What happened?” Wicomb asked. I scowled at Sleeper, who just winked at me. “I thought we weren’t tellin.” I said with a growl. Sleeper put his hands on his hips. “Oh, I think Wicomb can be trusted.” Then Sleeper’s grin dropped and a look passed over his face that I recognized from when I told them about what Delnick and Barnell had done to me. “You can be trusted, can’t you Wicomb?” What was happenin? A look passed between Sleeper and Wicomb. Just the tone in Sleeper’s voice caused the other Bravos within earshot to stop what they were doin and look over at us with a serious look. What the fuck was happenin? “Hey Sleeper, yeah, Wicomb’s good. It’s no big deal.” I said, tryin to smooth things over. “Victor…? What’s going on?” Wicomb asked softly, frozen in place. Sleeper stepped up close, pretty much pressin his naked body against Wicomb, and his eyes never left Wicomb’s face, they were exactly the same height. “Weeble means a fucking lot to us.” Sleeper said in a whisper no one else could hear. “Treat our brother with respect. He likes you, pretty boy, so If you’re just here to use him, fuck off or we’ll fuck you off.” And with that, Sleeper moved to the side and his face resumed its cocky grin. “The second time he was Barracks Bitch. That’s the best one. And Weeble? Tell him ALL of it, then you’ll know.” And then Sleeper walked away. “Hoooooly fuuuuuucckkkk.” Wicomb breathed out. “I’m sorry Wicomb, I didn’t know he was gonna do that.” I said, feelin really bad for Wicomb. That was a little mean of Sleeper, Wicomb hadn’t done nothin. “No, Victor. He’s right, and I’m glad you have guys like him to watch out for you. If I was more like Sleeper none of that bullshit back at Bragg would have happened to you. Look, let’s get this shit done so we can go somewhere and talk. I promise it’s nothing bad.” ****************************** ASSMUNCH Sleeper found me finishing up in the day room. He made me roll my eyes the way he just walked around dick out, shaking his perfect ass. I’m sure Kevin was loving every single minute of it. And Sleeper was loving every minute Kevin was loving it. I’d had Zeus get Tim and Kevin out of the bay before I sent Sleeper in to do his thing. I didn’t want them getting the wrong idea about Sleeper, or the Bravos. “You get it done, bro?” I asked my freeballing friend. Sleeper nodded. “Yup. It was exactly how you called it. Hunter Wicomb couldn’t take his eyes off all this foxyness.” He ran his hands over his chest and stomach. “Stone cold sex fox.” I gave him a slow blink and a deadpan look. “Yeah. Uh. Never do that again, ever. Or say those words. I will seriously puke on ‘all that foxy mess’. Ugh.” “FoxyNESS, you fucking asshole.” Sleeper laughed. Which cracked me up too. “I rubbed my dick on him. And I said something stupid.” I gave him a stare. “What did you say Sleeper?” The dick rubbing… well it wouldn’t be the first time Sleeper rubbed his dick on someone. I couldn’t figure out if he was marking them with his scent, or it was an insult, or some kind of dominance thing…whatever, if he was after you he was either going to teabag you or dick wipe you. Not important. Sleeper shrugged and had a sheepish look on his face. “Well he didn’t move back like I expected him to, so we were, like, dick to dick. And that kinda threw me so it didn’t quite come out like we talked about.” “WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?” I swear to God I was going to grab his hanging nuts and yank them backwards up through his perfect ass crack in a nutsack wedgie. “Okay, well he did get the point, let me just say that first, okay?” He pointed both his index fingers at me like two pistols, thumbs cocked. “Message delivered and received.” Why the fuck was he drawing this out? “Say it.” “Okay, I said ‘Weeble means a fucking lot to us. Treat our brother with respect.” He paused. “That’s exactly what we talked about.” I didn’t see a problem. Sleeper looked down. “Um, yeah, well that’s where it went off the rails. I said ‘If you’re just here to use him you can fuck off or we’ll fuck you off.’ “Wha——“. I shook my head. “What the fuck does that even mean? We’ll fuck him off?” Sleeper cringed. “I know. I panicked. I think I called him a ‘pretty boy’ too.” I sighed. “Well you better hope we don’t have to follow through on that. If he was checking you out like you say, he has a much different idea of us fucking him off than you meant.” “I was trying to be clever like you.” I snorted. “You’re the pretty one, dumbass. Not the clever one.” His face changed into what I can only describe as a look of righteous victory. “YES! I’m the pretty one. You finally admit it. HA! Hey, you think my operator designation during ops can be Bravo Fox? That’d be so cool.” After which he turned about face and shook that perfect dumper all the way back down the hall while whistling some made up happy tune. “You’re fucking mental, you know that?” I called out to him as he strutted away. He flipped me the bird over his shoulder. And yeah, I watched those marble boulders of his amazing ass bounce until he turned the corner. *********************** We ended up at Wicomb’s hotel room off post. He wanted to get out of his uniform. I had my duffle and packed ruck with me so I put ‘em by the chair. Our Sergeant Airborne released us and after he gave orders to the randoms and holdovers, he told us Bravos we had four days liberty but we had to report back at 0500 Wednesday. I had nowhere to go. I hoped it was okay if I stayed with Wicomb until he went back to Bragg. “Victor?” Wicomb started as he came out of the bathroom. “I need to be honest with you.” “About what, Wicomb?” Wicomb grinned. “Hey bud, can you… call me Hunter? I mean, if you want to. I’d like that.” I smiled. “Sure Hunter. Wow that sounds weird.” He shook his head. “No, the way you say it, it sounds perfect. ‘Hunner’. It’s your southern accent.” He told me. It did sound weird though, to me. I’d always called him Corporal or Wicomb. But Hunter suited him too, it was a man’s name, strong. “Hunter. Hunter. Yeah, I like it.” I said, smiling up at him. “Do you think I could stay here with you Wic— uh, Hunter? I don’t have nowhere to go until I report back. I can pay you half for the room.” “Dude, don’t worry about it, okay? You can stay with me, and you don’t have to pay me half. ” Hunter Wicomb said. “Thanks, that’s real nice of you Hunter Wicomb.” Okay, I gotta stop that, that was way worse, his whole big name. “But…you only have one bed. I can rack on the floor, I got my bag. This’ll be fun! What do you want to do? I have liberty! Oh! I’m hungry! We just had MRE’s today. Hey, can we go to Burger King?” Wicomb held up his hands. “Slow down, bud! Sure, we can do anything you want. And you don’t have to sleep on the floor in your fart sack, bud. Geez, you really want to climb in that thing when you don’t have to?” I shrugged. “I’m used to it, it’s no big deal.” The truth was - I wasn’t sure if I should sleep in the same bed, I really wasn’t. I don’t know if I could sleep next to Wicomb all night just a few inches from his beautiful face. I probably wouldn’t sleep much. “Fuck. Here goes.” Wicomb said. “Victor, look, I um… shit! Victor, please don’t tell anyone what I’m about to say if I’m wrong, okay?” “I wouldn’t Hunter. You’re a good guy, you’re really nice. You’re my friend, right? I wouldn’t do that to a friend.” But now I was concerned. “Are you in trouble, Hunter? I can help. I know how to do stuff now.” If someone was messin with Wicomb well… I’d fuck ‘em off just like Sleeper said. I don’t know exactly what that meant, but I was pretty sure a beatin was in there somewhere. “No, bud, it’s nothing like that. Okay, I’m just going to say it. Please don’t hate me.” He took a deep breath. “Victor I’m gay, and I thought… well,” he paused. “I like you, Victor, a LOT. I understand if you aren’t. I mean, you’re such a bad ass, nothing stops you. I don’t even know how you got through infantry training but you did. I just thought that, you know… last time….” I was stunned. I had a million things goin through my head. “But you didn’t say anythin. After. Why Wicomb? If you had, it woulda changed everythin.” I should have been happy, right? And I was, truly really. I just wanted to know. I would have done so many things different. And then I realized what I would have missed out on. I never would have taken that offer from my Lieutenant that put me with the Bravos. I never would have learned to be strong. I would never have learned what I could do, what I could endure, and who I really was. I would never have learned what it meant to have brothers like the Bravos. I stood up real slow and went over to Wicomb. In a way, he’d done me a big favor. “Hey, bud… it’s cool.” He said, sounding frightened. “I can go. I’m sorry, it was just a mistake.” “Shut up you idiot.” I said, and it came out surprisinly as a command. I grabbed his head and pulled him down into me for a kiss I’d wanted to lay on him from the moment I first set eyes on him back at Bragg. With every kindness he’d shown me, every pat on my back, every smile he gave me when he said ‘Good morning Private Chambers’ like he was just glad to see me. Because he tried to protect me from the guys in the shop bein assholes to me. No one is happy to see Army Privates unless there’s some distasteful duty that needs doin, but Wicomb was always happy to see me. I came up for air and looked at his stunned face with those dreamy electric blue eyes. Such a fuckin stud. And a great kisser too! “I’m gonna do somethin I’ve been dreaming of.” I don’t know where it came from, this confidence, this control and dominance but I wasn’t stoppin. “I’ve had a thing for you since I first saw you, and you bein nice to me all that time, even after all the shit came down, I just wanted you more. I hope you’re ready, we’re gonna fuck our brains out.” Wicomb gulped. “You don’t want Burger King?” I threw him on the bed. “You’re the only King I need right now. We can eat when we’re exhausted.” I sure hoped he could keep up, but even if he couldn’t I’d fuck myself on his beautiful dick if I had to. The first time was kinda awkward, but I know it was on account of me takin charge when I didn’t know what the fuck I was doin. So I’ll tell ya about the second time. Which was WAY better. “Dang, bud.” Hunter said after the first time, in heaving breaths. “Holy shit you’re a wild animal. So meek and innocent on the outside.” He busted out laughing. “What?” I asked. “Fucking Sleeper…’if you’re just here to use him…’. Is that what he meant when he said you were going to fuck me off? Job well done, soldier. Mission accomplished.” He put an arm over his eyes. “I think you broke my dick with that amazing ass of yours. Holy fuck. I’ve never had the cum vacuumed from my balls before.” I was layin beside him, curled up in his arm tryin to catch my own breath. “Sorry, I just been waitin for that a long time. I kinda got carried away.” He chuckled, it was kinda awesome hearing his laugh and voice through his chest. “Sorry?” He snorted. “The fuck you are.” That made me laugh. I wasn’t, even a little bit. “God I love to hear you laugh. You know Victor, you’re just amazing all the way through. How are you so happy all the time, about everything?” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I just am. It’s better when you laugh and there’s lots of good stuff happenin all the time. Bad stuff happens, but it’s never as much as the good stuff. It never is. So if there’s more of it, that’s what’s important.” And then Hunter rolled over and kissed me. He kissed me like he wanted to, I felt it. I knew, because no one had ever kissed me like that in my whole entire life. It was all soft and tender, but with that intense hunger of a man. This time, Hunter was doin the drivin. Hunter was grinding his nice big cock into my hip. I liked his dick, the way it was surrounded by a dark bush of pubic hair that got thinner before blendin right into his dark leg hair. He also had a little trail of hair up his stomach to his chest where it spread out over his pecs. It wasn’t a lot, just enough to look like a man. See, that was the thing about Hunter I liked the most. Everythin about him was all man. From the way he walked, to his five o’clock shadow, to his slightly hairy muscled chest, his broad shoulders, his sturdy legs and awesome butt…and that dick of his. Nice large hangin balls too. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. “Yeah? You want it again?” He growled in between aggressive kisses. “Yeah, please fuck me.” I breathed. “You’re so sexy. I can’t help it. I want your dick in me so bad.” “Grrrrrrrrr…” he looked me in the eyes with intense hunger. “Fuckin’ hot little muscle body on you. You looked good before, but now… holy shit Victor. Your tight little body gets me going. I love that you could kick my ass if you wanted to.” He broke off and pushed up onto his knees, then grabbed my legs and threw them up, knees to shoulders, bendin me in half. “Look at that sexy tight fucking hole. Shit, that’s nice.” Big tall dark and handsome Wicomb was tellin me I was hot. Damn. He started grindin his big ole dick in my crack, rubbing it all over my asshole and it was drivin me crazy. I reached down to grab it and get it in my hole, but he swatted my hand away. “You had your turn. All you have to do is let me love this hot man under me. I’ll make sure you get everything you want, stud.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearin. He called me a man, and a stud. He started kissin my neck, lickin my ear and movin down lower. I had a moment of confusion and doubt. What was he doin? Where was he goin with that mouth? Yeah, I showered at the barracks when I helped scrub the showers down, but that was a couple hours ago, and he fucked me already once (well…it was more like I rode him like a Triple Crown jockey goin down the back stretch just a head out of first place). I probably wasn’t smellin too good down there, especially after sprayin my cum all over myself. Besides, what do I do? How do I act? I was drunk that one time I 69’d with Barton, and he was the the only guy who’d ever sucked my dick or got anywhere near that part of me with his face. And I was tryin not to remember anythin about that asshole. “Relax, Victor.” Hunter said, grinnin up at me after momentarily takin his long tongue out of my belly button. His hands still pressed down on the back of my knees, pinnin my legs up. I was pretty much at his mercy. “I want to taste all of you. This is a dream come true for me.” Huh? Guys didn’t want to do all that stuff, that was sorta my job doin it for them. A man laid back and let you take care of what he needed, or he pushed you down and worked his dick in you until he came. That’s what turned me on, knowin I was gettin them worked up to cum. I usually didn’t cum if I was just blowin ‘em, mostly cuz it wasn’t about me. I jacked off after, when I was alone. But men like it when it’s all about them. And I liked it when they liked it. Mostly they just wanted to feel their dick in a warm hole and they didn’t take too long to get off, maybe a minute or two. I really liked bein the one that got ‘em off like that. The faster they came, the better I figure I did, and I was pretty good now, I knew. Men didn’t really want to do all that other stuff, the kissin, takin it slow, and definitely not a lot of touchin or talkin. And lickin me? Hell no. So I’m just gonna say it, Wicomb’s mouth felt weird lickin its way down my chest, and it made it so I was thinkin more about what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act (was I supposed to moan, or tell him it felt good? Hell, I don’t know how it felt…I mean, maybe good but did it feel like THEY thought it felt when I did it to them?). I was really worried. It wasn’t as incredible as they made it seem if this was it. Should I feel more? Was I doin it wrong? Was somethin wrong with me? “Hey, bud… relax. What’s wrong?” Wicomb asked, letting my legs go and coming back up to look me in the face. Shit. Yeah, I was doin it wrong, I shoulda moaned or somethin. “Nothin’s wrong, Hunter. You don’t have to stop.” He fixed me with those deep blue eyes and somethin told me I was caught. “You’re not having fun. What’s going on?” He asked. His deep manly voice was so sweet. I tried to smile. “No, I am.” “Victor, you don’t have to lie to me, bud. I want you to enjoy this too. Tell me what’s up.” Now I was embarrassed. Everythin was goin so good and I ruined it by not knowin what the fuck I was doin. You’d think I’d be better at sex, I’d had sex with eight guys, including Wicomb, so you’d think with that many I’d be as good as a professional. Eight guys is a lot. But I had to be at least a little good, or they wouldn’t cum so fast, right? Wicomb sighed, then brought his hand up to my face and stroked my cheek. That felt so good, ‘specially when he looked into my eyes that way. “You’re not used to a guy treating you like this, are you?” He said. “Look bud, good sex goes back and forth, both of you should be enjoying it.” I looked away. “I do enjoy it. I like makin a guy cum. I like bein the one that gets him to cum.” Wicomb chuckled. “Yeah, you’re good at that. Well, better than good. You suck dick better than anyone I’ve ever met. And your ass? The way you work that beautiful thing… fuck! But Victor…sex isn’t always just about getting the other guy off. I mean, that’s great if you don’t have feelings for them, sometimes just busting out a load gets your head back on track. But if you really like the guy, like I really like you, it goes back and forth. Yeah, I could just shove my dick in you and nut real quick, but if that’s all I wanted I could find a hundred guys I could get that from. You’re special Victor. There’s something about you, I’ve seen bigger, more capable men crumble when faced with some of the shit you’ve gone through. You’re so incredibly strong. I didn’t realize that until after you left. I kept thinking about how you showed up at the shop every single day with a smile on your face after the guys started treating you like shit. I’d see the way they hurt you with what they said, but you still tried like hell to be good to them, to treat them with respect, do what they said, to stay happy. You never got sullen, or angry. I know damn well a couple times you wanted to cry, I saw it, but you never did. You just let them be assholes to you and didn’t change who you were because they treated you bad. It takes a strong person… a real MAN… to walk through a situation like that with his head up. Victor, I don’t just like you. I admire you, I want to be more like you, I want to see the world the way you see it, where people are good, filled with optimism and hope. I want to look at every day like it’s going to be the best day. And if I can’t do all that, I want to watch you do it, because somehow when I see you looking at the world with those eager, gentle, kind, smiling fucking BEAUTIFUL eyes it makes my heart soar. I kicked Barton’s ass because I couldn’t stand thinking about how he might have destroyed that smile. And he was being such a smug prick. Why the fuck would he even care? He probably secretly likes dick himself.” I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want Wicomb to know about Barton. Nothin good was gonna happen if he knew. But the rest of what Hunter said hit me kinda deep. He thought about me that much? I still couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know about all that Wicomb.” “Hunter…please Victor?” He was right. It was just because he was older, and I looked up to him that it felt weird calling him by his first name. If I wanted him to be my friend - and I did - I needed to use his first name. “Hunter…do you really think about me that much?” Hunter sighed. “Almost every day, Victor.” He turned on his side and put his arm around me and pulled me into him, his front against my back. He kissed my neck. Man, he felt so warm and good holding me like that. I fit just perfect snugged up in his arms. “I’m glad you wanted me to come visit you. I felt like an idiot that I let you go without telling you how I felt. I was scared to come, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t.” I reached up and grabbed his hand, it was stroking my chest real nice like. “You were scared? What for?” “I was nervous you weren’t gay, even if you gave the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had. I thought I had taken advantage of you. I asked you to go see my brother because I had a huge crush on you. I wasn’t going to try anything, but you kept staring at me. Maybe you don’t realize how you come across when you look at a guy like you do, but it was like I was something incredible in your eyes. Like I was important. It felt like you saw me as some big hero. You just focused all your attention on me. That felt good. I thought I might have forced you into doing something you regretted, and after the rumors started I was afraid you thought it was me who told them. It wasn’t, I didn’t tell anyone, Victor.” I turned around in his arms, ready to look him in those deep dreamy eyes. “I know it wasn’t you, Hunter. I know who did it.” He stared at me. A few seconds went by. I guess he was doin the math. “It was Barton, wasn’t it?” My heart started beating real fast. Would he hate me if he knew? He pulled me tighter in his arms. “That fucking asshole. You sucked his dick, didn’t you?” I tensed up, but he kept going. “You gave him the best blowjob that ugly fuck will ever have in his entire life and he shit on you for it. I’m going to kick his ass again.” Hunter kissed my head again, but didn’t stop, just kept his face pressed against my hair. “I’m sorry, Victor. He shouldn’t have done that.” “You don’t hate me?” I asked weakly into his chest. “What?” He pulled away to look me in the eyes again. It was hard to look back at him. “Hate you for what? Victor, no.” I wanted to believe him. His face got really hard and serious. “Dude, you suck whoever’s dick you want to suck and don’t feel bad about it, ever. Do you understand? It doesn’t make you a slut, or a whore, or anything except a red blooded American male. Sex is awesome! It’s fun, it feels good - even better when it’s someone you love - so enjoy it. It feels good even if it’s just getting your rocks off.” “Yeah, but …. I didn’t have no feelins for him, it just happened because we were drunk. That’s different.” Hunter laughed. “Drunk stupid sex is good too, my man. Sometimes it’s exactly what you need, no feelings, no real concern for who they are, nothing to get in the way of just doing it. Sometimes that makes it even better, knowing it’s only about the dick or ass. Do you think Barton cared about anything except getting his dick drained? I guarantee he didn’t give two shits about you. Did you get off?” It felt weird talkin about this, with him, like it was somehow wrong. But a part of me wanted to be honest. I don’t know why, he just gave me a feelin that it was okay. “Yeah, after he went to sleep.” “Jesus, Victor.” Then - “What a fuckin tool. Look, bud, I think I get it, you like getting a dude off. You like being the one that makes them feel good. I also think you believe they’ll like you more if you let them do what they want to you. There’s nothing wrong with that except it doesn’t really make them like you more. Guys like that only care about getting off. There’s a whole lot more to sex if you let yourself get a little something back too. It’s okay to want more from them. Fuck, now I feel bad about that time in North Carolina. I did it to you exactly the same. I let you blow me and I didn’t give you anything in return.” “Hunter, I wanted to do it that way. I didn’t expect nothin back.” I thought he was bein too hard on himself. I know he didn’t get it, that there was somethin real sexy about a man just takin what he wanted then puttin his dick away and pretendin like nothin happened, even though we both knew he loved it the whole time. It was excitin like that. And it was real good thinkin about it later and jackin off to how I remembered it. That’s how real men were, just happy as pie if they got their balls emptied. Sometimes they said thanks, which felt good too. Sometimes it was just a smile. And later, when they were nice to you or treated you like a normal person it felt extra good. That meant they really appreciated what you’d done for them. Plus, that usually also meant they’d ask you to do it again sometime. “Besides, you did plenty. The way you treated me the whole entire trip, not countin the blowjob… you made me feel really good. That was real important to me.” Hunter sighed. “Maybe I’m the one thinking of it the wrong way then. For you, anyway.” He propped his head up on his elbow and reached out to stroke my face, smilin at me. Hunter had nice teeth, real pretty and white. “Damn you’re cute.” He said. I shrugged. “I’m just me. That’s all.” “Arrrrrgggghhhhh, fucking adorable. It drives me nuts when you do that ‘Aw shucks’ thing.” And he reached out to put his lips on mine, and then his tongue in my mouth. I loved feelin his tongue go past my lips. Hunter did it gentle, his tongue was long so he got it deep in my mouth. It just felt incredible. And he didn’t just leave it in there with his mouth open and pressing down on mine, he moved, sucked on my lips, he played with my tongue, hell, he played with my whole mouth. You could just tell Hunter Wicomb knew what he was doin. I hadn’t kissed but one guy in my whole life, and one girl. But the girl wasn’t no French kiss. She did it on a dare from her friend. And we were just 14, so neither one of us knew what real kissin was. The guy… well that was nothing like this. I gotta be honest, compared to Hunter’s way of kissin, that other guy was sloppy. He was doin it while he fucked me, moaning. He was a nice guy, not much to look at but super friendly. I met him at the mall one time, and next thing you know he was doin me in the back seat of his car. I was just gonna blow him, but he wanted to fuck me too, so I said okay. It wasn’t no big deal. I liked kissin like this a whole lot more. Maybe Hunter was right, it felt different when it didn’t feel like they were doin somethin TO you, like you were doin somethin together. I wasn’t gonna tell Hunter, but I also liked it when they did it TO me, except not kissin. Kissin was way better when it was back and forth, like he said. Alright, enough of all that, I had the sexiest man ever runnin his hands all over me, callin me cute, and kissin me. This time, I let him do it how he wanted. Now that I knew how much he wanted to do it this way, it didn’t feel so weird. In a way, I was givin him what he wanted, and that made me feel good. Real good. It was nice knowin I just had to be me and he liked ‘just me’ a whole lot. When he reached down and started playin with my hole it felt so good. He had my legs spread again, his other hand pinnin my leg against my chest while he never stopped kissin me. He rubbed his dick against my hole and I couldn’t stop myself from moanin. I couldn’t wait until he slid it up inside me. “You like that, huh?” He growled, and the sound of it drove me crazy. He made it sound rough. “It feels real good.” I was feelin all warm and emotional so I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him into me. I wanted to feel his body on me. He pulled his mouth off mine and spit on his hand, then put it back down to wet his dick. His eyes never left mine. He put his dick in me so slow, not like the other guys had fucked me. It didn’t hurt at all, not even a little, and bein a little sore from the first time actually felt even better. I’d never been fucked twice in a row like this. Usually the guy was done right after the first time and we just got dressed. And like I said, most of the time they didn’t last long on account of how I was really good at sex. Damn…DAYUM! Hunter was pretty good at sex too. That was so good when he got all the way in and I felt him pressed all the way against me, just perfectly deep. He stayed there for a few seconds, and I felt his rock hard dick jump. “Oh fuck, Victor. Your tight little hole feels so good.” He said as he moved real slow. He was fuckin me with his whole body, so nice and easy. I was relaxed. I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his butt to feel him move. I wasn’t tryin to control anythin, just wanted to feel him do it. Most guys don’t like you touchin their butt durin sex. Guys that wanted to fuck didn’t want you gettin any ideas about playing with their butt, I learned that my first time with Brody, the football player I told you about. But Hunter loved it. I don’t know what made me take the chance, I only knew I wanted to feel all of him. His ass felt awesome, I could feel it clench and relax as he pumped into me real slow and easy. I kept one hand on his nice butt, and let the other one rub all over his back. All I gotta say is WOW! He was makin my asshole feel amazin! But my body too! I wanted him to fuck me harder, faster…but I also wanted him to keep going like this, nice and slow, deep, then shallow. I couldn’t decide. I think his dick was breakin my brain. Every time he got his dick all the way in, he did this thing where he squeezed his ass and I’d feel his dick jump inside me as he held it there. Then he’d take another pump, but at a different angle. Sometimes he would do short strokes using just a couple inches of his dick. He never stopped kissin me. God, I hoped he wouldn’t cum, I wanted this to go on forever. My whole entire body was movin with him…I was fuckin him back while he was fuckin me, my legs were clenchin around his waist like I was climbin a oak tree, my arms and shoulders were unconsciously flexin with his movements, my head and jaw kissin him while he was kissin me. I started moanin. So much was happenin, so many things were goin on, I couldn’t focus on just my ass, just my mouth on his, my hands all over him, my dick gettin all smushed between our stomachs drivin me crazy too. I didn’t care what was goin on, it felt like every nerve in my body was singin. I’d never been fucked like this before. “Hunter, please don’t stop.” I begged him. “I’ll go as long as you want, stud man.” He growled back. “You are just perfect. Your ass is perfect, your smile is perfect, your body is perfect, the way you fuck is perfect.” “I’m just doin what you’re doin. You’re incredible.” I gasped. “Mmmmmmmm”. Back to not talking. I was all for that. Only two other guys had fucked me face to face like this. Brody back in high school, and George Thibideaux’s dad in his shed out back. He was supposed to be showin me where the lawn mower was for when I came to cut his lawn that summer after graduatin. Showin me the lawn mower took like maybe 15 seconds. The other minute and a half was me on a workbench gettin plowed by Mr. Thibideaux’s six inch dick. You know, I tried not to be disappointed when a guy doesn’t have a big dick, but Mr. Thibideaux’s didn’t feel like much at all. But it didn’t take too long, and he was real nice to me, always smilin and askin me if I needed anythin. Hmmm, maybe plowed wasn’t the right word. Stickin. Yeah, he was stickin me with his six inch dick, not thick at all. That’s what it felt like. He paid me $20 extra every week because he said his lawn never looked better. He always helped me put the lawn mower away in the shed after. That was nice of him, because I always figured that’s what he was payin ME for. And then he’d lift me up onto the workbench and do his thing. And Brody? He liked lookin at my face, but he didn’t kiss. I didn’t care no more about what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act. Everything Hunter was doin left no room in my brain for wonderin about all that stuff. I just kept thinkin how this was the best fuckin I’d ever had. God, I’d let him fuck me all he wanted. I felt like my dick was always on the edge of cumming, like if he just did it a little bit harder I would shoot. He’d been fucking me for ten minutes now, just nice and easy and slow, and it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my whole entire life. And then, he rolled me over until I was on my side, and he had one leg behind me, and one leg in front, with my underneath leg between, and my other leg restin on his chest and shoulder. I didn’t think he could go no deeper, but I was wrong. WAY WRONG. He kept up the same slow strokin, nuzzlin his face against my foot while he pumped his beautiful dick so deep into me. I sure’d never been fucked like this and oh my good gracious! He was pushing up across somethin that felt like he was fuckin the cum out of me. “Harder, please!” I was grunting and breathin real hard now. He didn’t change how fast he was goin, but if felt like he was punchin my asshole in the best way. And he was givin me this look like I was doin somethin to him, only I wasn’t. I was just there, lost in this incredible feelin. I couldn’t stop lookin into his gorgeous blue eyes, those eyes were what I first fell in love with, the very first time I saw him when I transferred into his unit at Bragg. There was electricity in his eyes, like they glowed. “Unngghhh. Yes! Oh please!” He was sendin me into some desperate need for him with his fuckin. “Oh gosh, it feels so good.” “Yeah, buddy. So fucking good.” He grunted out. “Hunter, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” I cried out, and he sped up just a little, but kept goin just as hard. “Come for me, stud man. I want to make you cum.” He punctuated every sentence with a thrust deep up inside me. He musta been fuckin me for 20 minutes now and it was the longest fuck I’d ever had, it was so incredible every single minute from the very start. How was he doin this? We were both sweating, and as he bent over me his face was dripping sweat onto me and I swept my tongue out to swipe a drop from my upper lip. The taste of him sent me over the edge and my dick started spurtin all over the place. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddd.” I cried out. “Fuck me, please fuck me.” I didn’t know what I was sayin anymore, things were just pouring out of me everywhere, my words, my sweat, my cum, heat, and I swear sparks were comin off me too. My head was thrown back and my hands grabbed his hips to pull him into me as hard as I could. “FUCK! ME! FUCK!” I screamed. “YES! Fuck, I’m cumming too! Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He grunted and I knew he was shooting all his cum up inside me. I didn’t think I could feel even better, but knowin I was takin his cum felt so right like I was made for it, like my ass was the place his cum was supposed to go. Usually a guy cums fast, like a few strokes, then pulls out right after. But not Hunter, he just slowed down, got more gentle again, repositioned so we were back fact to face and he started kissin me again while still stroking. “God, it’s still coming.” He said. “It’s so incredible. You’re incredible.” He said between deep tongue kisses. I felt all relaxed, like nothing in the world needed doin except this, except kissin him and holdin him, and keepin my hole on his amazin dick. Too soon, he stopped moving, keeping his dick inside me, but it was goin soft, I could feel. I still didn’t want him to pull it out. I wanted his dick in me all the time. He was murmuring all sorts of sweet things to me, rubbing his face up against mine, his beard stubble rubbin soothinly on my cheek. “You’re so beautiful Victor. Such a sweet man. I love everything about you. You fit so right here in my arms.” No one had ever told me nothin like that, not afterwards, and I couldn’t believe someone like him thought about me that way. I loved the way he called me a man. I loved the way his arms felt like they were comfortin me, not just holdin me in position. I loved how he wanted to touch me with his whole entire body like he was enjoyin how I felt. It was so different from all the other times. It felt like … like …. Together. Like he wanted the same thing as me. “Hunter…” I said. “Thank you for bein nice to me.” I didn’t realize sayin that would start tears fallin from my eyes, but that’s what happened, and I didn’t feel stupid at all. “Hey. Hey.” He said, smiling. He wiped the tears from my cheeks. “You deserve to be treated nice, stud man.” He chuckled, his deep voice makin it sound so sexy. “Well I never made anyone cry before. I must have done something right.” That made me laugh, even though I was still cryin a little. “That was the best sex I ever had. But this part is even better.” He smiled. “Yeah, I have to admit, this part has to be my favorite part so far.” He stroked my buzzed hair and looked deep into my eyes from just an inch away. I sighed. “I could stare at you forever.” He cocked his head. “Am I too heavy? Do you want me to get off you?” “No!” I said real quick. I liked his weight on me. “You aren’t crushin me. Stay like this, okay?” He grinned. “You sure?” And he relaxed, which meant all his weight came down. Oh fuck. Damn, that felt even better, knowin I had all of him pressin down on me. That was the best part of big guys. “Yeah. Just like that. I feel safe.” I just blurted it out, I didn’t know that was gonna come out of my mouth. He whispered in my ear. “You’re safe with me, Victor.” I felt the tears start again and I hugged him real tight

This morning by a big dicked ginger guy from Grindr. He hit me up whilst I was having my coffee first thing but wanted to use a condom. I was horny so I agreed. Got to his and sucked him for a while and then he ate my hole. He lubed me up and was using his fingers pretty hard and rough but it was hot. I went on top and started grinding my hole on his cock and I lined it up and sat down on it. He didn’t stop me to put a condom on and he pulled me down and pushed inside me. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes whist playing with my nipples which drives me wild. He then asked if I wanted him to pull out which I obviously said no. He shot deep and hard. I got dressed, thanked him and headed to the office.

Standard but horny fuck in small woods, Tall younger guy felt my ass, pulled my trackies down and his thick cock with just my spit pumped me for a brief breeding. I was surprised he also had a jockstrap under his trackies, bulging with horniness so I knew he needed to fuck. Amazingly he found my profile and wants a longer repeat. Yes please!

One of the guys I work for loves to fuck me and I have to say I am addicted to his beer can cock. It gives the perfect amount of stretch to my hungry hole. It’s a farm so lots of places to step aside for some bareback fun. Sometimes we fuck in the barn but most of the time we step off into the trees. All I have to do is flash my travel size tub of Elbow Grease at him and he knows I want some dick. He has never turned me down. A few licks and he is ready to go. He just fucked me by the orchard and I still want more but I do have work to do. The funny part is every time he breeds me at work I am still on the clock.

Part 5 (Programming note: I’m switching the POV to first person and will write the next section or two in the first person from Adam’s point of view. Hope that isn't confusing.) Josh kept playing with my hole while we made out in the back of Matt’s van. Every so often, he would tap the end of the huge butt plug that was stretching my ass open like never before. Every time I would moan deeply. My brain was kind of scrambled by the drugs and the intense lust I was feeling. The plug felt good but I wanted more cock. My brain was consumed by the desire to get fucked again and again. After a while, we stopped and the side door of the van opened. Josh gave the butt plug in my cunt one last thumping and we rearranged what little clothing we were wearing so we could get out. Matt and Ben grinned at us and Matt said “you ready faggot?” I got out of the van and we were in a small parking lot behind a four story brick building in a part of town I did not know. Matt didn’t wait for me to respond, he just grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet and out of the van. I was pretty unsteady on my feet from all of the drugs, so he held onto me so I didn’t lose my balance. I grabbed him around the waist and looked up into his face, which was grinning down at me. “Come on buddy boy. We’re gonna have some fun with you tonight!” The others just laughed and Josh jumped out of the van, holding onto Ben, reaching up to give him a quick kiss. I realized that I needed more pressure on my ass, so I started to reach into my shorts to touch the butt plug which was still deeply lodged in my hole. Matt saw what I was about to do and swatted my hand away.” “Bad faggot. Don’t touch the plug. Leave your pussy filled up. You’ll thank me later.” We walked to the nondescript door, Matt pressed a button and the door buzzed open. We all filed inside and we entered a small lobby with a window. Matt walked up and started conversing with the guy in the office, laughing and making jokes I couldn’t hear. The man in the back was handsome, in his 20s with a scruffy beard, hairy chest and no shirt on. He took Matt’s credit card and handed him back four keys, that I later found out were for our room and several lockers. Matt grabbed me and steered me toward the next door, which also buzzed open, and we entered the club. Loud house music was playing and we quickly found the large sling room that Matt had rented. I was still confused about what was going on, the drugs and my overwhelming need for cock meant I couldn’t really focus on much except my hole. I kept trying to touch the plug in my ass but one of the others would swat my hand away. We arrived at a door that said 101 on it, and was right across from a large shower area, sauna, steam room and hot tub. Matt opened the door and we all went inside. The guys quickly undressed me and I instinctively reached around again to play with the buttplug in my ass. This time Josh slapped my hand away and grinned. “Christ, faggot. Wait.” He grabbed my clothes and he and Ben briefly disappeared. When they came back a moment or two later, they both had towels wrapped around their waists, and Josh handed me a key. They all put their phones and, I later found out, my phone in a small locker in the room that Matt locked with his key. “That’s your locker key, faggot. But you won’t need it until you leave. Which won’t be for hours.” He reached over and put the elastic band around my upper arm, and pushed me back onto the bed. When I hit the mattress, the buttplug rubbed my prostate and made me moan, which elicited laughter from them. The room was dimly lit with a large flat screen TV playing bareback pro on one wall and a sling in the middle. I had heard of slings before but had never seen one, let alone gotten fucked in one. That was about to change. Josh said “Hey Matt, is Kevin gonna join us for some fun with the boy on his break? Might as well invite the staff to use our cumdump." They all laughed, and Matt said that Kevin (who I assumed was the hot man behind the window at the entrance) would be joining us later when his shift was over. “He’s also got some good shit for us.” Matt grinned and held up a small zippered pouch. “Gotta replenish our supplies.” He quickly held up four more loaded syringes and handed one to Josh and one to Ben. Then Matt pulled me up and pushed me toward the sling. I looked at him, confused, not understanding what I was supposed to do. He just laughed and said “lean back and I’ll help you up there.” I leaned back in the sling, he helped me into the leather seat and quickly secured my legs in the stirrups. I heard a sound and realized that Josh and Ben had both done their slams, the arm bands clicked off and both of them started to cough. Matt grinned at Josh and Ben who were making out on the bed, lost in each other, then he tied both of our arms off and inserted the needle into my arm. “Don’t move. OK?” I nodded and my heart started to race in anticipation of what was about to happen. He pulled back and got a register of blood on mine and then on his. He pushed the plunger down on his rig, then mine and reached over the release the band on my arm and then his, and when he put his arm in the air, I followed. My brain went into overdrive as the strong slam hit me hard. I started to cough and could feel my ass muscles pulling the buttplug in as far as it could possibly go. Matt leaned over and started to kiss me hard on the mouth. “Can’t wait to fuck you up some more and watch the rest of the guys in here use your pussy. You want that, Adam?” I grinned like a lunatic, nodded and said “I want it so bad, Matt. Please. Put your cock inside me.” Matt laughed and said “soon, boy. Don’t worry your hole is going to be dripping cum.” He reached over to the small pouch and pulled out a pill bottle, handing yellow pills to both Ben and Josh and took one himself. He popped the pill in his mouth and took a swig of water from a bottle on the table, handing the bottle to the others. They both laughed and swallowed the pill, stroking their cocks so they got hard. “Take that boner pill, guys. Let’s get this pig some loads. What do you say?” With that, Matt opened the door so people in the hallway could see my big hairy ass in the sling. The sling faced the doorway, so if you were in it, everyone could see when they walked by. I kept reaching down to push the plug further into my ass with my right hand, absently playing with my nipples with the left. Ben and Josh were making out on the bed, while Matt watched both of them and me, slowly stroking his huge, uncut cock. After a few minutes of relaxing and getting into our slams, I noticed a couple of men skittishly walking past the door. Then a man barely covering his crotch with the tiny bathhouse towel looked in and grinned. He was a tall muscular man, covered in dark hair with a buzz cut and a trim beard. I wanted him inside me more than anything I’d ever wanted before. “You boys got this faggot fucked up.” He could see a tiny drop of blood in the crook of my arm. “Playing darts? Naughty, naughty.” Matt laughed and said “You’re just mad because you didn’t get to watch me slam him into the stratosphere.” He laughed and said “you’re right about that. How many loads are in his cunt now?” “I dunno, seven or eight. Our dad fucked him earlier at our apartment.” “Wait. What? Your Dad? FUUUUUUCK that’s hot.” Matt laughed and said “we get that a lot. That’s my brother Josh over there and his boyfriend Ben.” Josh looked up from sucking Ben’s cock with lust in his eyes. “Hey man, you’re fucking hot. Take off that damn towel. Wanna see your cock.” The guy walked into the room and removed the towel to show off a very thick, uncut cock that was held in place by a thick metal ball stretcher and had a thick ring going through the head of his cock. Josh whistled and said “that’s gonna look good buried in his fagdump. You wanna be his first bathhouse load? He’s never been here before. We thought we should show him an extra good time.” The guy laughed and said “sure, that sounds like a good plan. If we’re lucky I got 3-4 loads in me. I’m Pete.” Matt stood up and grabbed Pete by the neck and kissed him deeply. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Matt and the pig is….well, he’s a fag. Basically just a hole. You can call him faggot or cunt.” For some reason, the way they were talking about me like I wasn’t in the room really turned me on, but my cock was shriveled up to nothing. If I wasn’t high I would be rock hard, but I was spun out of my head, and only wanted Pete’s dick (and every dick on the earth) inside me. I moaned and said “come on, man, stick your cock in my hole. I need more!” Matt laughed and said “see? He’s just a fucking fag hole. Go ahead and fuck him. Be sure to give him your load if you wanna shoot. All loads in his cunt.” Pete smiled and said “deal.” He walked over to the sling and touched the plug in my hole which made me moan loudly. “Damn this fag sure is noisy. Why don’t one of you plug his mouth cunt while I unplug his ass.” Matt stood up and slapped my face hard a couple times before he put his thick, floppy surfer dude cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. It quickly got fully hard but his foreskin still had some ass juice, jizz and piss under it which I greedily slurped. Suddenly, Pete grabbed the plug in my ass and yanked it out, dropping it on the table next to the sling. I gasped at the sudden emptiness in my ass and started to moan again, which caused Pete to slap my face this time. “Shut the fuck up, faggot. You want this cock?” “Yes sir! Please sir! Please breed my pussy!” All four of them laughed and Pete said “good little fagdump.” He spit in his hand, and lubed up his fat cock and quickly sank the entire length of it into my asshole. I moaned loudly as he buried his cock inside me. Ben and Josh were watching Matt and Pete use my holes, playing with each other’s cocks while three other men were standing in the doorway touching their cocks under their towels. I sure hoped they were going to wait their turns and use my holes.

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Luke pulled on his shorts and went back to cleaning. Despite his many lengthy breaks he’d made good progress. Most of the attic had been sorted and he probably only had one more day’s work left. That realization came with several twinges of sadness; it meant that the house would be ready to sell, that connection to his grandfather gone, and because the attic had become firmly part of his erotic imagination. Every word he read lived on in his mind, resurfacing at random and bringing him back to that hot, powerless night in NYC. His hook up the night before had been entirely driven by his wish to feel what the author was describing. Though he would take the journal and the box with him when he was finished, it would never be quite the same as sitting in the attic in a dirty old jock reading about someone else’s sexual awakening – possibly his Uncle Nick’s. That night Luke jerked off again, dreaming of what it would feel like to be fucked by Brett and the author, though now he imagined a young version of his uncle. He shot his load over himself, and fell asleep with it drying in his chest hair. He woke up the next morning and dressed without showering. He put the jock on once more. He knew he’d have to wash it eventually, it was starting to get a little ripe, but it turned him on so much to feel the old fabric against his body he couldn’t help himself. No one else was around when he went downstairs, so he grabbed a couple of waters and left. The oppressive heat was back, just walking to the car made Luke sweat. The attic was going to be like a sauna all day. He groaned when he got into the attic, it was worse than he’d imagined. Yesterday’s rain had only added to the humidity and it was like walking into a dusty sweat lodge climbing the attic ladder. After five minutes of work Luke was dripping in sweat, by the end of the first hour he’d tossed his shirt aside. He hauled box after box across the attic floor, tossing the contents into its respective piles and schlepping the trash downstairs. He’d moved a lifetime of refuse and memories now and was down to the truly forgotten and unwanted. The far back corners of the attic, places where things had been put probably before any of his aunts or uncles were even born. He tossed out moth eaten sweaters, stacks of old cards so faded you couldn’t read them anymore, cheap holiday decorations that had long ago fallen apart. He found ancient baby clothes, and a box full of nothing but socks. By lunchtime however, when he looked around there was nothing left. The only things in the attic were the things waiting for the weekend for his father to help him get down, everything else was gone. It looked so big now without all of the junk, big and empty. Luke slugged back and entire bottle of water at once and stretched his arms high above his head. He stank, and he liked it. He moved over to the old blanket he’d left on the floor and stretched out. No one was expecting him anywhere, and with the attic now as empty as he could get it he had no further responsibilities. He grabbed the journal box. One last wank he thought – and then he’d be done in the attic. We didn’t get power back till late that night. We were still laying in Brett’s bed. We had become so caught up in each other and our lust that I don’t think we would have noticed except the fan in Brett’s window came back on sending a cool breeze over out naked bodies. “There goes our excuse to not wear clothes,” Brett said when we noticed the fan. “I’m not sure we need an excuse anymore.” “You’re hooked now aren’t you? You cant get enough of this.” “I don’t know, maybe,” in truth when he’d asked me I hadn’t been sure. I had thought that maybe the joy and lust I’d been feeling had been isolated to that special time, that when the power came back on I’d come to my senses. I guess guys who come to their senses don’t then get fucked three more times by their roommate or deposit their own load in his ass before going to work. I don’t know if I’m gay – but writing all this down has shown me it’s not a fluke, I enjoyed it and I want more. Really its just made me horny as fuck. I wish Brett was home right now I’d go into his room and just get on my knees. I want to suck him so bad. Its not just him – I want a man’s cock in my mouth so bad. I wanted that guy at work to fuck me. I wanted him to feel the loads Brett had left inside me when he slid in. I suppose that’s the most definitive answer anyone’s ever gotten from a journal. I like having sex with men. I like getting fucked. I want to get fucked more. July 27th, 1977 It’s been two weeks since Brett first fucked me and then spent the two days of the blackout teaching me about gay sex. I’m still not entirely sure I know how to process what happened, but I know that I liked it and that I don’t want to stop. I haven’t stopped. There hasn’t been a day in those two weeks where we haven’t had sex. Most of the time Brett fucks me but I’ve been fucking him too. Honestly, I like fucking him but what I really like is feeling his cock inside me. I like getting fucked. God, it’s gotten so much easier to admit that. This morning, laying in bed after both just getting off, Brett asked me how I was doing, what I was thinking about in respect to all the sex we’d been having. It felt a little silly to be having this sort of conversation when my ass was literally wet from his load, but… “It feels amazing, and I don’t want to stop, if that’s what you’re asking,” I had replied. “That’s not quite what I’m asking but good to know.” “Look, I don’t know what I am really, so don’t ask me that; but I do know this feels fucking incredible, and I want more of it. For the first time in my life I’ve been consciously checking out guys, which is new, but good.” “What do you think about these guys?” “Oh that they’re hot and…” “And what?” “Well, just the things I’d like to do with them.” “Oh? Like what?” “I… Ok… I hope this doesn’t upset you, but I want to get fucked. I see these hot guys on the street and I think about them bending me over. I think about feeling them inside me. I Imagine them shooting their loads into me.” “Fuck! Why would I be mad,” he grabbed me then and kissed me. He pulled me so tight it hurt my ribs. “So you wanna get fucked by more guys than just me.” He was grinning. “Yeah…” I said sheepishly. “Well we can make that happen for sure.” He kissed me again. Obviously, the thought of me getting fucked by more guys turned us both on, because our cocks got hard again. Brett rolled on top of me and spread my legs, sinking his hard cock into my wet hole. It was easy to take him now, and I pulled my legs up to my chest so he could fuck deep inside my hole. He fucked another big load into me and then went to work. July 29th, 1977 That guy came into work again yesterday. The older guy with the mustache. As soon as I saw him I couldn’t help but imagine what that moustache would feel like against my skin. He was dressed in dirty white high tops, a pair of short cut off jean shorts that clung tight to his thick hairy legs, and a white thin tank top. A wild pelt of dark hair burst out from the tank in all directions, and occasionally a pink nipple would slip from the side. It was hard not to stare at him. I’ve been noticing guys more and more but this was the first guy besides Brett I’d understood my attraction to. He sat down at a table with another guy, young with dark skin and short cropped hair. He was cute and thin and just a little effeminate. Until then I hadn’t thought that this hunk of a man might be gay. I took their orders and tried not to linger so long that I was obvious. Still I overheard the younger guy say, “down at the pier… seriously Mac he was huge. I thought I wouldn’t be able to walk home.” Could they be taking about what I thought they were, I wondered. The whole time they ate I kept close to their table, probably being more attentive than was normal. When they had both finished their sandwiches the object of my desire got up to go to the bathroom, and then a short moment later the other guy followed. We have two bathrooms, so it wasn’t that crazy but it was odd for a pair to just leave their table completely. I walked back that way and noticed that only one of the doors was locked. When I leaned close I heard the unmistakable sounds of a stifled fuck. Jesus, they are gay, and they were fucking right there in the restaurant bathroom. I was instantly hard. I had to shift my boner around in my shorts, trying to not make it too obvious that I was hard as a rock when I went back out into the restaurant. It was impossible though not to imagine myself in the bathroom getting fucked. Brett and I had been fucking so often my ass felt permanently ready to take cock. About five minutes later they came back to the table, both a little flushed. They say down, finished their drinks and then my guy asked for the check. I brought the bill over to them, trying to sense who had just been the bottom. I guessed it was the younger guy, but maybe that was my wishful thinking. They paid in cash, and then both were gone. I collected the money – they had tipped well. I was about to crumple up the bill sheet when I noticed something extra written on it. It was a phone number followed by ‘I noticed you looking, call if you want a turn – Mac’. My heart skipped, and my cock throbbed. The guy had left me a note‽ He had noticed me, which scared me; but he also seemed to be into me, which excited me. I looked around making sure no one was paying attention to me and then pocketed the note. It feels so crazy, I know that I want this guy, but I’m also a little terrified. Despite how brazenly I told Brett I wanted to have sex with other men it still felt like a big step. Brett now feels safe, he is known; but this guy is new and sexy and forward. That’s something entirely different. Yet even right now looking at the note laying on my dresser my cock twitches. Baby steps. July 20th, 1977 I woke up this morning so horny I couldn’t stand it. My mind was on sex as soon as my eyes opened. Brett was laying on top of the sheets, naked, on his back. Sun clipped across him from the half-closed curtains and made his blond chest hair shine. His cock had the semi-hardness of a man almost awake, just enough to make it fat and lift slightly from his balls. I slithered down the bed and swallowed the head of his cock. He started to thicken in my mouth, and slowly wake up. I knew he was awake when his hands came to the back of my head, and he started to fuck my throat. His hips bucked up, forcing my nose into his pubes. Soon his moaning turned to panting. Then with a long groan he shot down my throat and I swallowed his load. “Fuck,” he moaned as I crawled up his body and kissed him, “what was that for?” “I woke up with a need for cock,” I replied honestly. “I’m glad I could help then.” “Me too,” another long kiss, and we both laughed. Brett stretched, running his fingers along my back. “God I don’t want to go to work.” “When are you back?” “Not till late. I’m at the store today, and the bar tonight.” “Fuck,” I said, laying my head on his hairy chest. “Yeah, ok… If I don’t get up I won’t.” He rolled to the side, getting up and padding barefoot to the bathroom. “What are you doing today?” He shouted from the other room. I stretched and licked the last of Brett’s load from my lips. The sound of piss hitting the bowl came from the bathroom. “I don’t know,” I shouted back. My own cock was still hard as a rock. “I have the day off. I’ve got a few errands to run and then I’m not sure. Maybe go up to the park and enjoy the sun.” “Damn, I wish I had the day off. Eating your sweaty ass after you’ve been out in the sun all afternoon sounds perfect.” “Don’t offer things you can’t give ass hole! I’m horny enough as it is.” When he was gone, and I was laying naked alone in the bed we shared most nights I was still so horny I couldn’t think about anything else. All those errands I had to run seemed impossible, all I could think about was my cock. I was slowly stroking myself when my thoughts drifted not to Brett but to him – to Mac. For the first time ever a guy had tried to pick me up. He’d left me his phone number, I still had it. ‘I noticed you looking, call if you want a turn – Mac’ written in a sharp straight letters under a phone number. I held that little slip of paper in one hand, my other hand on stroked my cock slowly. I imagined his thick dark mustache, his big pink nipples, his hairy chest, the tight shorts, and the hefty looking bulge. I remembered the hushed sounds of him fucking his friend in the bathroom. My eyes drifted to the phone hanging on the kitchen wall. I could call him. I could call another man and ask him to fuck me. I in theory that was exactly what I wanted, but it took a lot of nerve. I was horny, but some logic still floated around in my brain. Enough logic at least to make me nervous about just calling him. Still, I knew… or I guess I felt, somewhere deep inside that it was honestly only a matter of time. Brett had opened my eyes to a whole new world and I want to explore it. There was no world in which Brett would be the only man I would fuck… it was only a question of when it would happen. I got up, naked, and hard, walked to the phone, and dialed. It rang for what felt like ages. Then a deep, rough voice said, “This is Mac.” My heart thudded in my throat, stopping my voice. I struggled for a beat, and then managed to blurt out, “Hi! Um, you came into my restaurant yesterday. You… um… you left your number.” “Oh the cute waiter who couldn’t keep his eyes off us. How are you?” “Good, I’m good.” I laughed nervously, “how are you?” “I’m alright, listen kid, I was just about to run out.” “Shit, I’m sorry! No worries…” “You free tonight?” “Yeah, yeah I’m free.” “Great, meet me at Julius at like 7ish?” “Juluis.” “Yeah, 10th Street and Waverly.” “Alight, I’ll see you then.” We hung up. I was shaking but my cock was also dripping precum. I was still complete hard but I forced myself to get dressed to run my errands. Nothing wildly interesting. I dropped off a resume and my book at another paper, try and actually get a job in what I moved here to do. I did some laundry at the place around the corner, and I picked up groceries. By the time I was done it was just about five thirty. I’d never been to Julius before tonight, but I knew the area and it was maybe a twenty minute walk from the apartment. I took a long shower, cleaning every part of myself, and then stood naked in my room looking at my dresser with literally no idea what to wear. I was having drinks with another man, a man who I think had already expressed interest in fucking me, a man who I desperately wanted to be fucked by. In the end I modeled myself after Mac. I put on a tight white tank top, a jockstrap, and the tightest shortest jean shorts I owned. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was a little shocked. I’d never looked at myself like this, with this eye, but I looked hot. Or at least that’s my opinion. Hair popped out over the top of the tank, the jock held my cheeks high and the tight shorts showed off my still slightly hard cock. It was perfect. Julius from the outside looks everything you think a gay bar is going to look like. A long blank stucco wall along 10th Street, gives way to a heavy door inset into the corner of the building. There’s a little window in the door for someone to peer out of even. It made me kinda scared just walking up. The big beefy man sitting at the door barely looked at me though when I walked in. The inside was less formidable. I hadn’t noticed a big picture window on the other side of the door with a green neon sign hanging in the middle of it. A long bar in dark colors ran the length of the main room and a dingy mirror hung behind stacks of bottles in the back. There, sitting at the far end of the bar, was Mac. He wore a tight black t-shirt this time, with the sleeves cuffed up showing off his tanned skin. I smiled and walked over. He flashed a dazzling toothy smile from under the bushy mustache back at me and got up. I was immediately enveloped in a tight hug, his arms crossed around my torso. He smelled amazing, just the right amount of man musk wafted off of him. I felt the heat of his body against mine, and the weight of his arms on my shoulders, and felt myself starting to get hard. Embarrassed I pulled away. “Good to see you again,” he said. He seemed genuinely excited. He gestured to the seat next to him, and then ordered us each a beer. Then he just started talking. Maybe he sensed that I was nervous, but without missing a beat he took up the conversation. He asked me about work, and when I came to the city. We talked about his job (he owns a magazine shop), and how we had survived the recent blackout. Soon another round off beers was ordered and I started to relax. He's easy to talk to and radiates a kind of warmth. All of my fears seemed to melt away. He still radiates that sexual energy that drew my eyes in the restaurant but there’s more to him as well. He’s kind. Yet another set of beers were ordered and I realized his hand had drifted to my leg. He was slowly rubbing my thigh. My cock responded instantly, pressing hard against my jock and shorts. Another broad toothy grin burst across Mac’s face when he noticed me adjust myself. It seemed the most natural thing in the world how he shifted the conversation to sex. It just happened, without fan fair or lechery, suddenly I found myself telling him about sitting in my apartment in the heat of the black out with Brett. I told him freely about Brett saying he hadn’t been that interested in girls lately, and then coming out to me; his offer to show me what it was like to be with a guy; the blowjob’s we had shared; him eating me out; and untimely how we had ended up in his bed, with him on top of me as I took my first load. By that point Mac had an obvious bulge too, “So, you’ve only been fucking guy’s for like a week?” “Yeah,” I laughed a little nervously, “but there’s been a lot of it in that week.” It was Mac’s turn to laugh, “Shit. I can’t believe that… one week and here you are meeting a guy in a bar.” “Well when you put it that way…” I felt myself blushing. “Oh no! Cutie, its not a bad thing. I’m impressed. It took me so long to understand myself. I grew up in Iowa. Not really the easiest place for a gay kid, not like anywhere is really easy for a gay kid. I always knew I didn’t fit in, and wasn’t the same. In high school I eventually started to understand what about me was different. I had no interest in girls. I had way more interest in the captain of the football team. Joey Lewis. God he was fucking beautiful. Those think round looking muscles that guys get right as they become men when there is still a little baby fat on them. This sharp brown flat top haircut, and bright green eyes. Fuck. I remember the first time I really understood what was wrong with me – I know… I know… nothing’s wrong with me, but at the time I didn’t understand that – it was after gym class. Joey came round the corner heading to the shower, all swagger and confidence, buck ass naked with his towel over his shoulder. “He was the first guy in our class to really start to look like a man. He had this long strip of dense dark brown hair that spread across his chest from nipple to nipple and then down into the thickest bush you can imagine. Honestly he had ever reason to be confident naked in that locker room. Not only was he built and looked like more of a man than any of the rest of us but his cock was fucking thick. I can see it now. Big pink head swinging back and forth as he walked.” Mac adjusted himself, clearly getting turned on remembering his high school crush. “That night I jerked myself off so many times I was convinced my dick was going to fall off and I was going to go blind. “He walked to the showers like that every day for the first half of senior year, and every day I would turn my head just the tiniest bit so I could catch a glimpse of that cock swinging. I shot so many loads just from those quick flashes of his cock. Then a few weeks before Christmas break, we were assigned to do some stupid project together. I don’t remember what it was, that wasn’t the memorable part. We were working at his house after school one day, down in the basement. I remember that I’d bought over this massive stack of library books. We’d been going threw them for a while when he got up saying he wanted a snack or something. As he stood and stretched his shirt road up and my eyes must have flashed down to his exposed hairy stomach a little too obviously cause he said ‘are you staring again’ or something like that. I thought I was gonna shit my pants. ‘I know you watch me walk to the showers naked every day. You don’t gotta hide it. I like the attention.’ I was hard instantly. I didn’t know what to do. “Without saying anything else he just pulled his shirt off, and came around the table. He asked me if I’d ever done anything with a girl. I told him I’d gone to the make out spot a few times with girls but nothing serious, which was true. He said that his girlfriend was such a tease, and always left him so horny he’d been jerking off four times a day. When I tell you I was shitting bricks I mean it literally. I had no idea what to do. ‘But I’m getting kinda bored jerking off by myself. Why don’t we take a break from this and you can help me out. You like looking at my dick so much, do you want to touch it?” “He got naked right there in the basement, and I had no idea what I was doing. But I jerked him off like I would myself and he got so fucking hard I couldn’t believe it. I’ve seen a good number of cocks now and seriously Joey Lewis is fucking hung. I ended up sucking my first cock that night, and swallowing his load. After that every time he went through a dry spell with his girlfriend he would make up some pretext to see me. By the end of senior year he was sucking me off too and swallowing my loads. “We met up the summer after our first year of college. Turned out that there was some closet case on the football team where he went who he’d started hooking up with. More than that, Joey had learned that he liked to get fucked. I had always jerked off imagining him fucking me, but that summer I found out that I liked being a top. I fucked Joey probably four times a week. He had the most amazing furry ass. Fuck. To this day I can’t resist a furry ass. “Oh, fuck I’ve been talking for ages, I’m sorry.” “No!” I said, “Honestly that was hot as fuck.” “And all true.” “Good to know,” the beer had made me feel brave again, “cause I certainly have a furry ass.” “I don’t know if I believe you.” “Well,” I leaned in close to him, “You’ll just have to take my pants off and find out.” “Is that what you want me to do?” “Yes.” We were both very close and speaking in breathy whispers. “What else do you want me to do?” “I want you to fuck me.” “I live a couple of blocks away, let’s find out if you’re telling the truth about that hairy ass.” He basically ripped my clothes off as soon as we got inside his apartment. My shirt was flung to the side, my shoes kicked into a corner, my socks yanked down, and then my shorts flew off to land on a chair. In less than a minute of entering I was in nothing but a jock, that was wet from my leaking cock. I leapt forward and planted a kiss squarely on his mouth. His moustache tickled more than I had thought it would, but it was an exotic and new feeling. It felt sexy, [banned word], even more forbidden to feel this signifier of manhood against my face. Of course that is absolutely stupid, once you’ve had a guy shoot his load inside you you’ve pretty much crossed the last [banned word] off the list but still. I pulled his shirt off and ran my hands through his thick chest hair. I smelled his pits as I did so, the perfect summer musk. On impulse I bent my head down and licked at his nipple, nibbling at the pink flesh. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. He held me there, and then directed me to the other nipple. I flicked my tongue across that one too. All the while my hands explored his hairy body, moving further and further south. I finally got to feel his bulge and not just picture it. No wonder that guy in high school had wanted to get fucked by Mac all summer. It felt long and thick. I couldn’t help myself any more. I undid his shorts and shoved them down. He was commando, and without the shorts pushing it to the side, his cock sprang up and slapped against his stomach. I’m not sure if he pushed me down or I dropped to my knees on my own. My hands slid to his sides and I took in Mac’s complete nakedness for the first time. He has a square frame, not what I would call muscular but powerful. His whole front is covered in hair, it grows in one mass down his chest and onto his stomach. He’s pubes are a dense mound, out of which sprouts this beast of a cock. I know that this is only the second I’ve had but fucking hell. Hes got to be at least an inch longer than Brett and its just so fucking fat. The head is big and broad, like a really flat-topped mushroom. If you asked me to tell you how I wouldn’t be able to tell you in a million years, but I opened my mouth and swallowed half his cock down in one go. Immediately he was groaning, and fucking more of his cock into my mouth. It was hard to breath, and I was sputtering, and spitting, but it was so hot. He pushed so hard that I ended up backed onto the door with nowhere to go. I had to just let Mac fuck my throat. Occasionally he would pull his cock out and smack my face with it, leaving a thick smear of spit and cock juice on my cheeks. I was starting to think I wouldn’t be able to take any more when he said “Goddamn. I could cum right down your throat. That’s not why we’re here though. I’m supposed to be checking to see if you told the truth about having a hairy ass.” He helped me up off the floor and lead me to the bedroom where he got behind me and knocked me face first onto the bed. I was now ass up in front of him. “Well, lets see what we have here,” he said with mock seriousness. He moved my cheeks side to side, pulling them apart, moving them around. He made little noises like he was thinking really hard about a math problem or a riddle. Then he said, “yes, this will do nicely. A bouncy, furry, boy but for me to breed.” His tongue then replaced his hands. I gasped so loudly I shocked myself. His tongue just dove in, he didn’t lap around the edges like Brett did. The warm wet organ just pushed immediately into me. Thank god I’ve been getting fucked by Brett so much or I wouldn’t have been able to deal with what Mac started to do. He punched his tongue in and out, pulling at my hole with it. Then he spat right onto my pink ring and started to slide a finger up and down in my crack. I arched back, and pushed my ass onto his fingers. Brett described me as a hungry bottom the other day, and I think this is what he meant. I wanted Mac’s cock so badly right then. “Fuck this pretty pink hole has opened right up for me. You weren’t kidding, your roommate must be fucking you all the time. Your hole is so ready.” “I told you, twice a day on a slow day.” “You think you can take my fat cock.” “Absolutely, I want you to fuck me till you shoot inside me.” He started to rub his cock against my hole. I felt it catch on the edge a few times before he lined the big mushroom head up and added more spit. He pressed slowly but firmly till my hole gave way. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt myself open up and his thick shaft start to slide inside of me. “Oh, Jesus Christ that’s big!” “Just breath, you’re doing great.” “Fucking give it to me.” He gave me a few deep pumps before saying, “You know what, not like this,” and pulling out. “Flip on your back.” I rolled over and grabbed my legs. He grinned, and lined his cock back up. It was easy to take him this time, he just slipped inside of me. I moaned as his pubes pressed into my taint. He lent forward, pinning my legs to my chest, and kissed me as he started to fuck me. It was a slow, tender kind of fucking. He slid most of the length of his member in and out, with a careful deliberate rhythm. I felt like I was turning to mush under him. My body felt open, and overwhelmed with pleasure. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his moustache tickle my nose, as he kissed me. He kept up that steady pace, as I whimpered and moaned, and he kissed me. His breathing slowly changed, the muscles across his back tightening. Then in almost a whisper he said, “Here comes my first load.” He pushed deep into me, and froze. I felt his balls contract and his cock begin to pulse. He held us there for a very long time as he unloaded inside me. Throb after throb of his erect cock shot yet more semen into my guts. His load must have been massive with how long he held me there. I dropped my head back, beaming, assuming that was the end of it, when he took hold of my ankles and holding them wide began to fuck me again. “I’m usually good for two,” he said by way of explanation, and started to pound me. I was literally putty at this point. I would not be surprised if he told me I had started drooling. Every time he fucked his cock into me I shouted. I was covering in sweat. I had my hands flung back behind my head enjoying the pounding. My cock was leaking so bad that the whole pouch of my jock was soaked now. “Two weeks and you take cock like a champ. God your ass feels so good!” “Fuck me! Give it to me! Fuck yes.” “I can feel my load sloshing around inside you. I’m going to make you fucking leak.” “Fill me up!” “Here it fucking comes!” He let out a load roar and once more slammed inside me. This one didn’t last quite as long but it still felt massive. “Holy fucking shit,” Mac panted. He fell forward and kissed me. His cock slowly deflated inside me hole. “Goddamn that felt good.” “Seriously, fuck.” Mac kissed me again. We stayed like that for a really long time, eventually his cock got soft and slipped out of my hole. When we were both recovered Mac offered me another beer. We drank it in his kitchen, still naked, and chatted about life. He offered to show me around more, take me to some gay bars. In the end I gave him my number and we made plans to meet up the next Friday at Julius again. He kissed me at the door and then I left. I feel kinda guilty about it, now that I’m back home and laying in bed. Like I should have told Brett, but also I don’t know why I feel like that. He even said he would help me meet other guys… I’m sure it’ll be fine. Maybe he’ll enjoy coming home and finding me ass up in this jock with some guys loads in me. July 21, 1977 I guess I really had nothing to be worried about with Brett. He came home after he got cut at the bar around two. I was still up, laying in bed in just my jockstrap. He came into the room, already mostly naked and smacked my ass by way of greeting. “Careful, some loads might leak out.” “There is literally no way my loads for last night are still in you,” he said teasingly. “Who says they’re that old.” “What? Did you…” He dove down and licked my ass. “Fuck, you’re fucking full! Who fucked you.” “This guy Mac,” and as I started to tell him the story, he went back to licking Mac’s cum from my ass. Two things happened in almost perfect synchronization that snapped Luke out of his reading. One: His cock gave a powerful throb, announcing that he had, without intending to, crossed the point of no return, and he started to shoot big ropes of cum all over himself. Two: a voice said from almost right in front of him, “I guess you’ve enjoyed my journal.”

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.

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 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?

This is my favorite dick.

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

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

Chapter 6 There were about six booths in total, all with doors ajar expect one. I didn't know if the sex sounds were guys in the booth or from the porn playing. A tall handsome 30 something guy was leaning against a wall scrolling through his phone. Looking up he caught my eye and motioned for me to move closer. He opened his jeans showing me his beautiful big seven inch hardon with the most awesome upward curve. He pointed to an open booth with his eyes and we were inside before I could think. His pants were around his knees and I was kneeling on the floor with his cock in my mouth. I worked it for a while and his balls were pulling up nice and tight when he lifted me up and told me he wanted to fuck me. Once again, without thinking, I turned around, bent over, and his raw cock was pushing into me with only spit for lube. The danger of the situation only dawned on me when he bottomed out. My mind raced; 'Fuck! Yet another stranger fucking me bareback. And I didn't asked him a thing. This has to stop.' But his cock felt so good hitting my prostate I found I couldn't open my mouth or pull away. After a moment or two he pulled away and started to pull up his pants. I asked why he was leaving. "I just bred your ass man. Thanks " I checked with my finger and sure enough my hole was sloppy. When I was back in my clothes and leaving the booth two men in their 50's came into the booth area. The tallest of them pushed me back inside. He reached into the back of my jeans and finding my hole wet spun me around, dropped my pants and started fucking me with his small cock. Within seven pumps he was loading my guts. He left and without a word his friend stepped in and picked up where he had left off, accept this guy had a medium thick eleven inch man meat. My mind kept screaming 'get the fuck out of here, another stranger's in in you raw, what the fuck is the matter with you?" But my ass just kept pushing back and welcoming his pistonning action. He lasted about ten minutes before I could hear his soft moans. From the twitching I knew I was getting filled by yet another stranger. As I was proceeding to leave the store the young guy behind the counter winked and asked if I'd had a good time. "The wet spot at the ass of your shorts makes me think you did." I blushed back at him and noticed just how sexy he was. Rough looking, scruffy beard, slim sinewy shoulders exposed by a wife beater t. Lots of tattoos on his arms and shoulders. "There's usually a lull at this time of day. Why don't you come back here and help me pass the time." "No, I really should get going, but thanks." "Awe, I get it, such a good boy" he teased. That's when my brain flipped and I remembered my pact with myself. "Fuck it" I said, "sure." His pants were already off when I got behind the counter. I fumbled to get out of mine as his average seven inch cock slid deep down my throat. I froze when I heard the front door bell announce new arrivals. His hands just kept working my head so I silently kept sucking as he also proceeded to serve the two customers. They immediately headed for the back room booths. I took a closer look at the tattoo on the clerk's left thigh ... a scorpion poised to sting! I came out of my shocked daze and realized he was talking to me, "I'm ready to fuck you now, bend over this stool." And I did! His raw cock had no trouble entering my well lubricated hole and my brain was screaming, 'AGAIN?!'

Chapter 3 It was after dark and there were a few more cars in the parking lot when I got back to the woods. There were many more guys on the trails as well as lots of sexual activity around almost every turn. I found it hard to believe this swarm of sex had been so close all of my life and before today I had known nothing about it. I stopped to watch a group of three guys taking turns fucking a kid that couldn't have been any older than me. They motioned me closer and I reached in to confirm the cock in the ass was indeed fucking raw. Each time a top switched out it was clear there was no protection in sight. Within the next ten minutes each of the three tops bred the young man. I decided to move along and soon met a big bear of a man. His shirt was open displaying a forest of reddish hair on his solid chest and stomach. He had a medium cropped reddish beard and his nicely shaped head was shaved completely bald. When he was adjacent to me he gently reached out and pulled my face in for a passionate kiss. For the next few moments our tongues danced together. When he broke the kiss he took my hand and led me to a small clearing. Sitting on a stump he dropped my shorts and took my already hard cock deep down his throat. Having already had a couple powerful orgasms earlier my fear of cumming too soon was quickly dispelled. The sight of this ginger bear working my cock was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Soon one of his fingers was messaging my hole and my groans of pleasure betrayed I wanted more. He gently turned me around and bent me over a log. His luscious tongue, mouth and beard were applied to my ass. After a five minute tongue fucking he stood and started pushing his raw cock into my wet excited sphincter. I knew I was tight and he must have been huge 'cause there was no way that thing was going in. He tapped me on the back and invited me to taste his cock. I now knew just how huge he was. My jaw was fully stretched to manage his girth. There was no way his erect ten inches was going to fit down my inexperienced throat.. He was extremely encouraging of my efforts and soon invited me to sample his big hairy ass. I did my best to follow his example as well as the demonstrations I had been watching on porn sites. I must have done okay 'cause he was soon moaning his deep appreciation. Just as my tongue was beginning to cramp and tire he asked me to fuck him. I said I didn't have a condom and asked if he did. He responded; "You are new to this aren't you kid. " I replied; "Yes, my first day. " Him; "No need for rubber kid, just push your beaut up my ass. " So I did. Slipped right in his wet hairy hole. It was so slippery I realized the great taste while I ate his ass had been who knows how many other guys loads. As much as I was enjoying the experience of raw fucking him the question wouldn't leave my mind. My inner voice said; 'fuck it, just ask him.' "How many loads you got in there? " "Just three. " "Fuck, that's so hot. What's the most you've taken at one time.?" "Was hard to keep track. About 15 one night in a bathhouse sling. " "Holy fuck ... oh shit ... I'm ... so ... close..." "Breed me boy, let me be your first. " I was unloading as he spoke. As I caught my breath I apologized; "Sorry, you are the second. I bred a guy here this afternoon. Virgin before that though. " "Fuckin hot kid ... anyone breed your hole yet?" "Some guy was in me, but I pulled off before he could cum. ... I guess that's why I came back. I honestly regret not taking his load. But, he had just been bred with an unmedicated poz load. " "So fuckin hot." He stood,turned me and wrapped me in a huge bear hug. I had never felt so safe and cared for. I rewarded him with a deep kiss and we snogged for the next 10 minutes. "Come on kid, let's go get you some experience. " We peeled out of our shirts and pants and set off through the woods hand in hand. Coming to a large opening with ten guys in various stages of undress and sexual activity we made our way to the center of the group. We jumped right into the sexual orgy and quickly had hands and mouths all over us. I turned from sucking a thin six inch cock to see my ginger bear getting fucked by a big black man. My bear motioned for me to lean in and we resumed our snogging. Immediately I felt something at my rear door and turned my head to find the thin six inch cock entering me raw. I was surprised to hear my voice; "Yeah, fuck me. " Followed quickly by the bear; "Breed that virgin ass. Plant his first raw load deep. " We returned to snogging as the pace of fucking frantically increased. The big black guy was the first to bellow as he came deep inside the ginger bear. My top was quiet but I could feel a growing pressure from the fluids entering my gut. The twitches and spasms of the cock inside me felt fantastic. Ginger bear spoke; "Did he load you up kid?" I stuck a finger in my wet hole, then in my mouth; "Yup, he sure did." And we high fived!

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

So here's a new story I'm starting. For you fans of my Prince Eric story, don't worry, I'm still working on that too. I just have soooooo many perverted stories going on in my head I get side tracked and want to get them all out. _________________________________________ Part 1 So I guess it's fair to say I definitely have a type. Young and trashy is what gets my dick hard. You can keep your pretty boy jock types. Give me a scruffy, tattooed, pierced,18, 19, 20 year old piece of skinny white trash any day. If they're straight, even better. There's nothing like getting my 11 inch pierced cock buried in a trashy straight boys hole and breeding him over and over until his stretched out pussy is leaking cum. Especially when I can share him with my buddies. And I've broken in my share of boys over the years, seducing them, corrupting them, destroying them. This is a story about one such boy. My favorite boy. I was very lucky and had an apartment that overlooked a skate park in the seedy part of town. I can't tell you how many hours I spent looking out my window, binoculars in one hand, my big leaking cock in the other, masturbating while I spied on the young men as they did their tricks and stunts. On a good day, some of them would remove their shirts, and I could ogle their thin, pale bodies as I would ejaculate into a glass so I could collect and freeze my loads for future use. One day, in late spring, a new boy started showing up. Sometimes with his girlfriend, sometimes alone. When his girlfriend was there, they'd make out and sometimes disappear into the thick bushes for a while, doing what I could only imagine was sexual. This boy was perfect. He stood probably 6 ft tall and weighed maybe 140 soaking wet. His dirty blond hair was long and hung down over his face. When the wind blew it out of his face, I could see his lower lip had three piercings, one in the middle and one on each corner. Both his eyebrows were pierced as was his septum with a ring that sported a big ball hanging down and his ears were gauged out with large plugs. He also sported some chin scruff that hung down a few inches. His body was a joy to behold. His skinny arms both sported colorful full sleeves with sculls and flames and demons and the like. Above his flat pecs in gothic script was the word respect. A tuft of brown hair sat in the middle of his chest and his nipples sported thick bars in them. His furry belly button was pierced and tatooed with red lips and an arrow that followed his treasure trail pointing to his crotch. His legs were very hairy which almost guaranteed that his ass crack and butthole would be as well. Yummy. And to top it off, he had a huge pair of wings tattooed on his back. He was the perfect piece of filthy white trash and I wanted him desperately. I wasted no time implementing my plan shortly after he started hanging out at the skate park. I started by nonchalantly hanging around on a nearby bench, "reading." I would casually light a joint and smoke it while I watched the boy. He would glance my way frequently with that look in his eye like he wanted to smoke, and after only a week of this, he finally approached me. A shadow fell across me and I looked up to see the shirtless boy standing in front of me with his board under his arm. "Hey man, can you share a couple of puffs?" He asked me, flicking the hair from out of his face. "I don't know kid." I answered. "How old are you?" "19." He replied. "Well, I always believe in sharing." I said as I motioned for him to sit down. He sat next to me, his shorts sagging down revealing black boxer briefs. I got a whiff of his slight body odor and my cock stirred a little. We passed the joint back and forth and I found out a little about my intended conquest. His name was TJ, Theodore James exactly, and he lived a couple of blocks away with four other guys in a two bedroom apartment. I could only imagine the squalor they lived in. He worked as a tattooist and piercer, which explained why he already had so much work done at such a young age. He was a product of the foster system and his old man was in jail and he had no idea where his mother was. Ahhhhhh, a broken home, how perfect. He had even spent a couple of years in juvie for stealing a car and dealing drugs. I was amazed at how open this kid was to a stranger, but then, he was stoned. After about an hour I told him I needed to take off, but not before I slipped him a little bud. He was extremely grateful, which is exactly what I wanted. Got to make him trust me before I wreck him. This went on for a week. Everyday we would chill and smoke while I tried not to come across as creepy. Not that I appeared creepy. I was a nice looking 35 year old, maybe a little on the chunky side, but not fat. I stood just a little taller than TJ at 6 ft 1. And everyday when I left, I slipped TJ a little bud. So after a week, I decided it was time to up the ante. I told TJ I had some really killer bud back at my place, which I did, and that he should come over so we could smoke it out of a bong. He happily followed me back to my apartment and in half an hour we were both ripped out of our minds and I made my move. Looking him directly in his slanted eyes, I began. "So, TJ, I've been hooking you up all week and I have a favour. I want to suck your dick." "Dude, what the fuck?" He said in a very stoned voice. "I'm not a fag! Are you a fag?" "Yes, I'm gay, and I want to blow you. I think it's the least you could do." "No way man! I'm not going to let you swing on my dick!" At this point, I doubled down as TJ was not moving away from me. I placed my hand on his thigh and said, " I can suck your dick better than your girlfriend. No one will know, and I'll make it worth your while." I pulled out an 8th of my killer weed and dangled it in front of him. His eyes lit up and I could see the wheels turning in his head. After a minute of silence he said, "All you want to do is suck my dick? Nothing else? And you'll give me that sack and no one will know?" "No one." I promised. TJ looked at me for a few more seconds before snatching the baggie out of my hand. "Fine, but it's our secret." I handed him the bong as I crawled between his legs. My hands shook as I reached up and pulled down his shorts and underwear, rubbing his hairy thighs. His cock was nestled in his very bushy brown pubic hair and was surprisingly big, 6 inches soft. He had a magic cross piercing, where two bars crossed each other through the head of his dick, and a lorum, which is the base of the dick right above the balls. I tenderly put it in my mouth as he took another big bong hit. My nostrils were hit with the smell of his sweaty balls mixed with stale piss and my own cock sprang to life in my shorts. My warm wet mouth soon had TJ to his full rock hard nine inches. He started moaning as I went to town on his cock, giving him the best blowjob of his young life. I deep throated him and massaged him with my throat muscles. He moaned as I massaged his balls and rubbed his guiche piercing. He was totally into the blowjob as he put his hands on the back of my head and started fucking my face. "Oh fuck dude! That feels so good! No bitch has ever sucked my cock this good! Take it you fag! Suck that big dick! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" TJ started shooting off into my mouth, filling it up with the sweetest white trash load I had ever tasted. Spurt after giant spurt filled me up and I swallowed it all down. TJ collapsed back onto the couch as sweat poured off of him. "Oh, we're going to be doing that again dude!" He panted as the last of his load dribbled into my mouth. I smiled to myself knowing this was only the beginning for his skinny white trash ass.

Part 2. Our First Dip Now about my friend. One night as we were skinny dipping, he turned off the awesome pool light and suggested we skinny dip. Sure why not? He got out of pool to turn off light, and dropped trunks before getting into pool. Not that all Italians are hung, but he was an Italian Stallion. I later discovered he inherited it from his dad. Now that I look back, he wasn't as innocent or naive as I thought. There was enough light outside of pool to see his amazing cock, and apparently i was staring, as he asked what i was looking at. He then started moving at hips, making his cock swing. And as I later found out, he knew what gay was. He wasn't as hung as the HS jock, and had no idea of what beer can thick meant. Now that i do, that was definitely him! He got in pool, and honestly never got close to each other. Deep down though, I'm wanted to wrap my hands around his cock. I didn't care if it was a gay thing and "wrong." My cock was average at best. I would often jack off in bathroom and it was obvious what I was doing. My dad would chastise me for it, while my mom would just say, "he's a boy. Don't tell me you didn't do the same when at his age!" Now I saw my dad shower before, and had no desire to play with him, especially after being chastised by him. Now that I look back, things between him and mom weren't great. Perhaps something would have happened between us like it did between my friend and his dad. Likely just wishful thinking though. Next up, chapter 3: First contact. Sorry to post first 2 back to back, but as said first kinda boring.

It's Friday now. What was your turnout like?

Thanks. Yeah, this one got to me too. Weeble needed this.

Got plenty of BB action at the Eagle in Vienna but that was a few years ago.

That guy in New Jersey with two penises.

Hasn't happened to me. Closest to it was at the orgies before covid, when I was keeping a cumdump. There wasn't that kind of structure to the swapping though. Just guys fucking other guys, and occasionally some guy would let others know they were fucking his boy. That was always fun. Not a formal "swap" though, but I'd have done it in an eyeblink.

But it's FAR less likely and the outcomes are far less severe. Vaccines save lives and in the case of MPX they save people from a buttload of pain. You are flat out wrong. The number of required shots did not change when they went to 1/5th dose administered right under the skin rather than into the fat layer. A study showed that the two methods yielded the same immune response. And the 5 dose vaccine from 50 years ago was a completely different vaccine than what's currently being administered. In fact it's 2 generations removed from that vaccine. The vaccine from 50 years ago required 5 shots (over many years). The current vaccine requires 2 shots.

A big BUT. It's technically illegal to be in possesion of poppers and marihuana (and more) in the "public way" or "public venues" in Spain. That includes bars, saunas and the street. It's a 600 euro fine for first offence. If you are a foreigner it's fine as it's unenforceable for them. But I've heard of plenty of cases where they've got the fine in the mail. The only place where I've heard any kind of enforcement of this law is in Madrid where the police does sauna raids and sometimes even regular bars just for fun. Plenty of people caught with poppers, pot, ...

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

Simple 🙂 when I was an escort/masseur I always made sure I was ready lubed with Vaseline. If they wanted to bareback (actually most did thank god) no problem I was ready, but if they wanted rubbers, 99 times out of a 100 it’d shred & id get the load.. if they realised they’d be really apologetic .. strangely on return visits they’d not bother with condom again..

PART 4 Josh got on his knees, acting as fluffier to the rest of the guys while his Dad bred the faggot. He was jealous, but he knew this wasn’t about him. All he had to do was ask and Mike would breed his cunt. Besides, he wanted to watch Matt fuck Adam again. Josh loved watching his sexy brother fuck anyone, but especially little pigs like Adam that he brought home from the beach. The others were arrayed in front of Josh so he could take turns sucking their dicks, while they waited for Mike to breed the cumdump. Ben really got into fucking Josh’s face, grabbing him by the ears and holding the sexy blonde’s mouth all the way to the root, listening to his boyfriend gag got Ben even harder. Ben leaned down and whispered in his lover’s ear “You want my cock you little whore? You really want your Dad to fuck you don’t you, faggot. I know.” Josh just moaned louder while he face was roughly fucked. After Ben let him up for air, Dan grabbed him by his hair and said “breathe, cunt,” then shoved his fat cock all the way into Josh’s that. The guys were all hard again, and using Josh’s face hole to keep their cocks lubed up so they could take another turn breeding the beach whore. Josh could hear the dirty talk by his father (oh how many times he’d heard that sexy voice in his ear asking if he wanted Daddy’s load) and Adam. “Come on boy, tell me how much you want my cock, you little faggot.” Adam just moaned and begged without really forming words. His brain was scrambled by the drugs and the raping his hole was getting. Mike fully intended that his cunt was going to be dripping loads by the time they were done with him. He stopped whispering and slapped Adam across the face, hard, knocking him out of his drug and cock induced stupor. “Tell me what you want, faggot! I wanna hear it, or no more cock for you.” Adam moaned as Mike’s cock was quickly removed from his hole, and he got his wits about him from the slap. “Please sir! I need your load, sir! Please breed me, Daddy! My pussy needs to be used by real men! I want you all to rape your loads into my cunt and turn it into a gaping hole. Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaase.” The last word turned into a moan as Mike shoved his cock back inside the fag’s hole. “That’s better faggot. You want this load of Daddy jizz?” “Fuck yes, sir! Please give me all your loads. I can’t get enough cock in my hole.” Deep in Adam’s brain he briefly wondered where all of these dirty thoughts were coming from, then the drugs took over again and simply screamed “COCK” in his brain, obliterating any other thoughts or concepts. Mike sped up and dumped another load in the fag a few minutes later, holding his cock all the way inside the gaping cumdump while he loaded it up with Daddy jizz. When he was finished, he grabbed Adam’s face in his hand and spat right between his eyes, the loogie dripping down the side of the boy’s nose and into his eye. Adam just moaned louder and managed to form a few words. “Thank you Daddy! Thank you for breeding my pussy!” Mike laughed and pulled his cock out of the hole, which caused it to drip fresh jizz all down the boy’s furry taint, moving up toward the boy’s face so it could be cleaned off properly. He reached up and scooped up the rest of the spittle and pushed it into Adam’s mouth which made the boy moan loudly again. After Mike, Dan and Brian each took a turn mounting the greedy little fuck pig. Every time a cock was removed from his gaping cunt, he would whimper like a puppy that had been kicked. But that whimper was quickly replaced by long, deep, guttural moans begging the owner of the cock to rape him. and dumped loads in his pussy. Each one fucked the boy hard, using his cunt just as intended, as a fucking fag hole. Then it was Ben’s turn. He pulled his cock out of Josh’s gaping mouth and hopped up on the bed. Adam’s cock was so well fucked that it wasn’t even closing. Adam didn’t know this, but Ben was one of those guys who could piss while his cock was completely hard. Ben got an evil grin on his face and rested his cock head at Adam’s gaping hole and spat in his face again. “Hey faggot. You want something more than cum? You want a load of piss in your pussy?” The other guys all laughed, they’d seen Ben do this party trick before, and bottom boys always loved it, especially when they’d been partying. Adam just moaned some more and they all laughed. “I’m gonna take that as a yes, fag boy.” He shut his eyes and concentrated and in a few seconds piss started to flow out of his cock head and into Adam’s gaping cunt. He quickly slid the whole cock inside the boy and held it there while he unloaded a large load of chem piss inside Adam’s hole. The boy moaned as he felt his ass expand with the load of piss, then he suddenly stopped moaning as he felt the chems in the piss shoot him higher then he’d ever been. Ben just spat in his face again and said “how’s it feel to be a real man’s urinal, fag boy?” Adam paused, his brain a scramble of chems and lust and said “Warm. Really warm.” They all laughed at his reaction and Ben grabbed Adam and picked him up while his dick was inside Adam’s cunt. “Come on, pig you’re not making any more of a mess of my bed.” He put his arms around Adam’s back and walked into the bathroom with a little bit of piss dripping down both of their legs. Ben quickly pulled Adam off his cock and laid him down in the bathtub, with his ass in the air and said “don’t move, boy. Let all that piss get absorbed into your cunt. Hey guys, come in here and use the urinal.” The rest of them laughed and trooped into the bathroom one by one, each one of them pissed all over Adam while he knelt in the tub with his ass in the air. Mike and Matt both shoved their cocks into his gaping hole and filled him with more piss. So much so that when Matt was done, the piss was streaming all over Adam’s body. Matt just slapped his ass and said “OK, fag, let it all out now. We’re gonna clean you off a little so you don’t smell quite so much like the john at the beach.” Both Mike and Matt’s piss loads got Adam even higher and he couldn’t focus his eyes or really speak. Matt grabbed him under the arms and bent him at the waist so he could let the piss out of his hole, shoving his cock in the boy’s mouth to keep him preoccupied. Once his hole was drained of piss, Matt turned the shower on cold which woke Adam from his drug stupor with the sudden blast of cold water. “Wash your filthy cumdump boy. But don’t let any of that cum out of your hole. Adam quickly rinsed off and Matt threw a towel at him and said “come back in the bedroom, we’re not done with you yet.” Adam went back I the bedroom and Mike and his pig buddies were getting dressed. Mike walked over and grabbed the still disoriented Adam and pulled him in for a deep kiss, slipping his hand behind to play with Adam’s cunt. He growled in Adam’s ear and whispered “I can’t wait to see how many loads you can take tonight. Matt, Ben and Josh are pigs. Hope you can keep up.” Then he smiled and spat in Adam’s face again, grabbing the spittle and pushing it into the boy’s mouth, which elicited a moan from Adam. As he was leaving the bedroom, Mike said “call me later Matt…..wanna see if you’re still using this whore. I’ll want sloppy 30ths later on.” They all laughed and Matt replied “I’m sure we will be, Dad. He’s spun as fuck and seems to need more breedings, don’t you faggot?” Adam grinned and just said “yes, sir!” Josh and Ben were making out on the bed and Matt pushed Adam onto the bed on his back and lifted his furry legs in the air. He whispered in Adam’s ear “You ready for another surfer boy load, faggot? You want my fucking babies inside you knocking up your hole?” Adam had reverted back to just moaning and incoherently begging for cock. The words might’ve been “please fuck me harder” but they sounded like gibberish. Matt mounted Adam’s cunt and quickly slid his rod back inside. The boy’s hole was juicy, and dripping with all of the cum and piss loads he’d been given so far. Matt could barely feel the sides, so he didn’t hesitate. He just slid his entire long, thick uncut dick all the way inside the boy with one push. Adam didn’t even notice, he just kept moaning while Josh kept his mouth full of cock. Josh was making out with Ben while Adam kept his cock hard with his fag mouth. Matt slowly fucked Adam pinching his tits and playing with his nuts as he slowly fucked the boy’s cunt. After a few minutes of fucking he suddenly got an idea. “Hey Josh. What say we take this fag to the baths? I think he needs to get spun again and take some more cocks.” Josh and Ben laughed and said “fuck yeah.” It was getting to be early evening and it was Friday night after all. There would be some good after work married loads for the boy to take in his pussy. “Go grab the plug. The big one. Let’s plug this faggot and show him a real good time.” He slowly pulled his cock out of Adam’s hole and left his ass in the air so that none of the precious sperm would drip out. Josh scampered back into the room, licking the large black butt plug. “This the one you want, big brother?” Ben just rolled his eyes. At the beginning, competing with Matt was difficult, but he quickly figured out where he fit into this twisted pig family, and it made him and his cock very happy. Matt laughed and grabbed it from his brother’s hand, pulling his face in to give him a deep kiss. “That’s the one baby brother. You want to do the honors?” “Of course I do.” With that he slipped his fingers into Adam’s hole, pulling out some of the semen that was there so he could lube up the plug. Then he quickly grabbed the plug and shoved the whole thing in Adam’s hole, causing the fag to yelp loudly. He was still pretty out of it, and didn’t entirely know what was going on, but his ass felt full so as soon as he got used to it, he just sighed and said “FUCK ME.” Ben, Josh and Matt all laughed again and helped Adam up and out of the bed. They all took turns taking a quick shower to get rid of all the sweat and piss, then slipped jocks and gym shorts on and went out to Matt’s van for the ride to the baths. Ben and Matt sat up front while Adam and Josh laid in the back on the mattress, surrounded by Matt’s board, wet suit and other gear, with Adam nursing on Josh’s cock while Josh played with the plug in his hole. “You are gonna fucking love the baths, faggot. You ever been before?” Adam was so high, he still couldn’t form words but he nodded no. “Your cunt’s gonna love it.” Then he kissed Adam deeply while Matt and Ben drove on to take Adam’s cumdump to the next level.

Luke slept late. The pounding he’d taken from Jack had left him deeply contented, and he dozed late into the morning. Eventually he dragged himself from bed. He padded naked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of underwear from the drawer, and then changed his mind again. He pulled the now sweaty old jock strap out from the pile of clothes on his closet floor and took a long sniff. The pouch had the deep smell of muck that had seeped into fabric overlaid with a whiff of fresh cum. He stepped into them and his cock immediately stiffened. The old fabric stretched tight across his bulge made him feel close to the mysterious author, it was a direct link between the story of discovery he was reading and the modern day. He pulled on some gym shorts and a tank top and went downstairs. The house was already disserted as he walked into the kitchen. Sitting on the kitchen counter was a note next to a brown bag. “Luke, went out to do the shopping, thought you might like a lunch while you’re working in that attic – mom”. Wholesome, he thought, she had no idea what he’d found. Happy for the free lunch Luke grabbed the bag and headed out the door. It was gray and overcast. Big dark clouds drifted slowly over head. Luke parked closer to the house, anticipating a dash to the car in the middle of a downpour later. It was a good thing too, almost as soon as he had unlocked the door the first big drops of rain started to splatter the sidewalk. By the time he had climbed into the attic it was bucketing outside. The rain a heavy constant patter on the roof above him. He closed the windows a little to keep the water out, but let the cool breeze from the wet air drift in still. Despite all his distractions he’d made good progress, one whole third of the attic had been sorted. The hallway below was full of bags of trash, emptied cardboard boxes, and a healthy pile of things to sell. He shifted the bigger trunks and things he couldn’t move by himself across the room to the space he had emptied, and started on the next alcove. Old tools, boxes of papers, two big chests of clothes, a big box of family photo albums – all once put into the attic with the best of intentions and then forgotten. Slowly he dug through them all. Luke worked steadily till just after one, the sound of the rain a low white noise accompanying him. It was when he pulled out the big falling apart box of old home work out equipment that he decided it was time for a break. Sitting on the steps to the attic he ate the sandwich and banana his mother had packed. He liked the quite solitude of the attic as the rain fell. His first year at school in the dorms when it rained he would go and sit in the lounge on the top floor and look out of the big floor to ceiling windows. It was like the whole world would drop away, and it was just him, in the quiet peace. He sat for a really long time, all sorts of things drifting through his head. He thought about his grandfather rattling around this old house; his dad and his siblings growing up here; all the memories that were in the boxes he was digging through, how they had all ended up left in the attic; he thought about the author, wondering again who he was, why this box was up here, were there any more clues? Eventually he pushed himself back up and went back to the battered box of workout equipment. It was all old dumb bells with rusted edges, a pull up bar so old the rubber caps had become hard and crunchy, a delated exercise ball, and a few tank tops tossed in the bottom. “Nick’s Room” read the label on the side, these must be Luke’s middle uncle Nick’s. He piled the things to the side, moving them into a much sturdier empty trunk. He flipped the box over and ripped through the old tape to break it down. Under one of the flaps was a bit of white fabric, probably just another tank; no Luke realized, it was another jockstrap. He held it in his hands for a minute. It was less worn than the one he was wearing. Same style though, the class bike jock with a ribbed pouch. Was this his clue? Did the journal belong to Nick, and not his dad? That would make more sense, Nick was a little older, and Luke really didn’t know much about him. It could be. The discovery of the new jock was the end of his dedication to cleaning the attic, his cock was stiff again and he was no longer able to put off his fascination with the journal. He went back to his spot, the blanket from yesterday still on the floor, and got out the journal. Having stripped back down to just the jock, he sat on the floor and started to read. He kissed me back. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for another round, but I there is something else we can do.” “What?” He got really close to my ear, and whispered, “you can fuck me.” I was stunned, I don’t know why I had assumed that Brett only did the fucking. “You’d let me do that?” He laughed, “Absolutely, you’ve got three of my loads in you now, I need at least one of yours.” “Fuck! Ok.” He grabbed my face hard with both hands and kissed me, a long wet kiss with lots of tongue and twisting of his head. He took one of my hands and lead it to his round pert ass cheeks. I squeezed and then ran my hands up and down the firm flesh. I felt the hair on his cheeks under my fingers. I remember being amazed again at how different a man felt than a woman. How a man’s body hair, his muscle, his heat was in such contrast to the women I’d been with. I also remember thinking at that moment that without knowing it I had always longed for those things. Even when being with a woman had felt good, it had been missing something. I guess, I had always just wished they were men, even before I understood that. I think I’m more into men than I am into women – really, fuck this is scary, I might not really be into women at all. I might just… Brett took my by the hand and lead me into his room again. We tumbled onto the bed, locked in a kiss, a spinning mess of limbs. Brett’s nails dragged along my back when I rolled on top of him, leaving long red marks down my shoulders. His legs came up on either side of me, and the pouches of our jocks ground together. I ran my fingers along his chest, circling his nipple. A little breath caught in Brett’s chest as my nail flicked after the sensitive pink circle. He groaned and put one hand behind his head. His thick bicep flexed. The smell wafting from his sweaty pit was intoxicating. I buried my nose in it, inhaling deep. With his other hand Brett pressed my head deeper into his pit. I licked at the tick hair. It tasted salty but also some how sweet. His scent enveloped me. My cock throbbed, and leaked. Just remember it makes my cock hard. Honestly it makes me hard now just remembering it. I can’t help wanting to rub one out just writing it all down. I drifted from his pit, my tongue dragging across his warm flesh, till my mouth covered his nipple. I flicked my tongue across it, eliciting another gasp, from Brett and then slid down further. He put both hands behind his head and shifted himself to lay flatter. I sunk down between his legs. I didn’t need to be instructed what to do, I knew what I wanted. I breathed in his crotch for a minute before pulling the pouch of his jock aside and releasing the thick cock that had changed my world. I swallowed him. The head of his cock slathering the inside of my mouth with precum. I tried to breath threw my nose, and pressed his cock down past my tonsils. It was hard to breath, but it felt amazing to have him inside my mouth. My chin hit his balls, and my nose was buried inside his thick bush. I swallowed again, and Brett groaned. Up and down I worked, sucking his cock hard. Brett’s eyes were closed, his face total bliss. Brett’s knees hand pulled up, shifting his hips forward as I sucked him. With one hand I held the base of his cock, and the other I ran a finger along his crack. I put my arms under his thighs, locking his knees on my shoulders. I pressed up and forward. Brett grinned. I pushed his knees up into his chest, exposing his ass. The white straps of his jock perfectly framed the thick cheeks. Light brown hair grew thick across the two mounds of flesh, emanating out from his crack and swirling around his pink hole. I stared at it for a long moment at this new part of Brett’s body. It intrigued me, and scared me. Its light pink lips represented yet another step further away from the life I had known, and assumed was mine. I dove in. Face first, I dove into Brett’s ass. I kissed his hole. I tasted the musk that hung there. That old life is gone I think. I don’t want a life that doesn’t involve these things. I don’t want a life that never again includes hearing a man gasp as my tongue brushes his hole for the first time, or that would stop me from again tasting the salt of a man’s sweat straight from his body. Thinking out it, each press of my tongue represented a step further away from ever returning to life as a straight man. That first time I truly had no idea what I was doing, though I think I’ve gotten better at it. Brett’s moaning and whimpering told me that I was doing a pretty good job though. Under the quick twisting and flicking of my tongue I felt Brett’s hole twitch, it opened, blossoming. It was like it was inviting me inside. I pressed my tongue deeper. Brett let out a guttural groan. “Spit in my hole,” he moaned. I hawked up a big wad of spit, and lugged it straight into his now winking hole, “I want your cock.” I moved up and kissed him, his knees still pressed into his chest. My crotch was now against his hole. “Fuck me.” I pulled my jock aside and spit into my hand. Just like Brett had done the first time I slicked my cock with spit. I spat onto his hole again, and then lined up my cock. I remember thinking that there was more resistance than there was with a well lube woman, a reminder that we were doing something forbidden. The [banned word] however, makes it all the hotter. I pushed, and Brett’s hole opened for me. I almost ejaculated right then. His hole was like warm velvet wrapping around my cock. I looked down to see myself disappearing inside him. My shaft sunk deeper till my balls were resting against Brett’s ass. I couldn’t help but kiss him. Brett wrapped his legs around my waist and pulling me close. I kissed him and started to thrust. I rocked, slowly at first, not wanting to break the closeness. Our chests were pressed together and his fingers were digging into my back. It was passionate, bonding us yet closer together. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Brett moaned into my mouth. I leaned back, and grabbed his ankles. I held his legs apart, giving me better leverage. I fucked him deeper. My best friend, laid out in front of me. His big chest rising and falling quickly as he panted from our fucking. I stroked his cock as I started to pound him. “I don’t think I’m going to last long, you just feel so good.” “Don’t worry, just fuck me. I want your load inside me.” I fucked him harder and harder. I could feel my load building inside me. Faster and faster, both of us panting now. I pulled at Brett’s cock too, bringing him to the edge, right as I felt myself pass the point of no return. My balls contracted, my body shook, and I erupted inside of Brett. My load pulsed into him. Just as I crested over the hump, Brett’s cock contracted too and he started to shoot ribbons of semen up over himself. His shining body spattered with his own load. We both grunted and panted through the rocking energy of our orgasms. I collapsed forward as my own subsided, landing on Brett’s chest in the sticky mess of his load. We stayed like that for a long time, my cock slowly deflating till it slipped from his hole. We stayed in the bed for a long time, basking in the post fuck glow. We laid quietly, sometimes running a hand along the other’s body. Luke lay his head back against the wall of the attic. He closed his eyes imagining what his uncle Nick might have looked like in back then. He imagined him laying naked next to Brett. For one moment Luke imagined not being the author, but being Brett. He imagined his uncle Nick, as he would have been in the 70s, on top of him, fucking him. He imagined being full of his uncles cum. It was that thought that sent him over the edge, and sent cum rocketing from his own cock, again covering him in a thick warm load.

Wyatt was very conflicted with what Brian was telling him. He never considered having sex with a guy and yet, there was a new awareness in him that he was very close to an alpha male. He could feel Brian's masculine essence with every cell of his body. He could smell the musky scent of Brian's pits. He could feel the strength from Brian's hand on his shoulder. Wyatt sat there with his eyes closed and just let the energy infiltrate him. Brian sat there studying Wyatt's reaction and responses. The camp doctor told Brian that the shot he gave the new boys affected each boy a little differently. The shot will make each boy more receptive but it was Brian's job to breed the boy and once exposed to his seed, the boy would bond with his new husband. As Wyatt sat there silently and eyes closed, Brian pulled the smaller Wyatt closer to him and softly kissed his neck. Wyatt didn't really respond except Brian could see he had goosebumps all over his body. Brian worked his way up to Wyatt's lips and sensually kissed him again. Wyatt instinctively opened up and kissed him back. Each kiss became more passionate and more urgent the the last one. Wyatt was clearly enjoying the kissing and was actually turned on by the scent of the bigger man including the smell of the smoke. Brian was exploring Wyatt's body and smiled to himself when he felt how hard his new manwife was. Brian ripped off Wyatt's Tshirt and and started sucking on Wyatt's dime sized nipples. Wyatt had never felt anything so sexual or pleasurable in his young life. Wyatt was now laying back on the bed and Brian picked up Wyatt's head and pushed his rope armpit into the boy's face. Brian commanded him to breath in his masculine musk and to lick his pits clean. Normally this would have repulsed Wyatt but the heady scent of Brian's musk and pheromones were driving his new boy crazy with desire. Wyatt didn't understand but this was imprinting on his brain the scent of his new husband. Wyatt fell into a trance and licked every inch of furry armpit he could get at. Brian pulled away and told Wyatt to get naked. The boy had no resistance now and complied. Brian studied his new, young charge and noted how delicate Wyatt seemed. Wyatt had just the bare beginning of a faint treasure trail leading down to a slender, barely 5 inch cut cock. He turned Wyatt around and examined his curvy ass and saw that it was equally as hairless. Brian spread the boy's ass cheeks apart and saw the small pink hole. He buried his face into the boy's crack and teased at the hole with his tongue. Wyatt immediately started moaning at the tongue assault. Brian's course beard was stimulating the boy's cheeks while his tongue was opening up the virgin hole. Brian kept working more of his spit inside the boy and eventually starting working a finger inside. Wyatt jumped a bit at first but once Brian was able to locate and caress Wyatt's prostate, Wyatt lost all rational thought. Brian kept teasing and working on Wyatt's hole until he was able to get three fingers inside and then he stopped. He told Wyatt he needed to undress his husband. Wyatt wasn't too happy that Brian had stopped pleasuring his hole but he did as commanded. Wyatt was on his knees in front of Brian and he slipped down his jeans and underwear. Wyatt was face to face with Brian's ample manhood. Brian was uncut and close to 8 inches. Wyatt had never seen an uncut cock and was fascinated by the ample foreskin. Brian showed him how to pull back the foreskin to expose his plum purple knob. He was leaking precum in volume making his glans shine. Brian put his hand behind Wyatt's head and told him he needed to clean his cock up with his tongue. Wyatt was pretty intoxicated from the pheromones from Brian and tentatively licked the tip. He was surprised how sweet the clear liquid was. He kept licking the head and Brian eased more and more of his cock into his boy's mouth and throat. Wyatt gagged a few times, coating the big cock with his spit and throat slime. "That's it boy, get it good and wet". Brian was enjoying violating his throat but he was really wanting to violate much tighter hole. Brian eased out of Wyatt's mouth and told the boy to lay on the bed stomach down. He put a pillow under Wyatt's pelvis and climbed on top of the boy. Wyatt actually enjoyed the feeling of Brian on top of him. Brian loved teasing Wyatt's hole with his cock. His cock leaving a trail of slick precum up and down the boy's backside. Brian fought the urge to just rape the boy. He wanted Wyatt to enjoy his first experience as much as he could and not fear this intimacy. Brian pulled out a new bottle of poppers and held it under Wyatt's nose. He squeezed on nostril closed and instructed the boy to take three deep whiffs and hold them, repeating the process on the other nostril. The boy's head was swimming and Brian felt the boy's hole relax against his cock. Brian put the cap on the bottle of poppers and put his massive arm under the boy's head, pinning him down and started to penetrate the virgin territory. Brian felt the hole being breached as Wyatt's body suddenly went rigid with the pain of deflowering. Brian showed restraint as he held himself still for a moment. He felt Wyatt relax just a little and took his cue to go in a bit more. It took a few minutes for Brian to completely impale his 8 inches into the boy and his massive and very full nuts resting against the boy's ass. Brian had one hand over Wyatt's mouth to keep the painful cries down while telling the boy how good he was doing and how incredible he was making Brian feel. Brian pulled back just a fraction of an inch before burying fully back inside. Wyatt had a vice like grip on Brian's cock. Wyatt's hole was spasming trying to expell the big intruder but it just massaged Brian's cock. Brian was trying to restrain himself to gradually start fucking Wyatt but he was losing that battle and soon deep stroking into the boy. Wyatt's body was acclimating to this and with each thrust that grazed his prostate, his groans if pain were turning into moans of pleasure. Brian had intended to make love to his manwife but this was becoming into a full on breeding session. Sweat was falling from Brian's body as his pelvis smashed into Wyatt's ass over and over. Brian had full control over the younger man and drilled into Wyatt harder and harder, forgetting about what Wyatt was feeling and driven by the need to shoot his seed into this freshly dominated hole. Too soon Brian's nuts drew up and Brian felt the first tingling of his impending nutting He buried his cock deep inside the boy and his body spasmed wildly as he shot at least 7 ropes of cum inside his new conquest. As his orgasm subsided, he just laid motionless on to and inside Wyatt. For Wyatt, what started out as a very painful experience with white hot pain became first tolerable and then pleasurable. He enjoyed feeling small in his new lovers arms. He felt Brian grow bigger and harder inside him and his thrusts becoming more erratic. Brian's breathing changed too and sounded like he had just run a marathon. He felt Brian's cock spasm inside his well fucked hole and a new warmth flowing inside him. This warmth was spreading inside him and continued even now that Brian had become motionless on top of him. The warm feeling spread throughout his small body. Wyatt could feel like it was filling every cell of his body. It was somehow changing him. It was driving out all the fear and shame he felt and replacing it with a sense of peace and contentment he had never experienced. Wyatt suddenly and without warning shit his own load onto the bed under him. His ass was massaging the cock still inside him and it was his turn to convulse. Wyatt certainly didn't understand what was happening to him but he did know something profound just happened. He had fallen in love with the big man on top of him

With the exception of 2 weeks in early April I've been locked since October 15 last year. Had to unlock due to an intestinal infection and It felt really weird not being locked. It has driven my already high sex drive off the charts and now I can't get fucked enough. Has kind of turned me into a sub. I just want to get used and feel guys cum inside me.

I just composed this in response to a hookup negotiation I received today. I live 30 miles outside Washington DC. I am cursed with ‘bi-married" straight dudes who want to be topped. Ten of the last twelve dudes I’ve hooked up with out here in the exburbs of our nation’s capitol have been ‘bi-married’ closeted straight red-voting dudes. So many of them! I wrote in my email to him: “If youre a red voter then it’s all moot. Given the state of this country today, well I have lived all my adult life open, honestly, and out. It hasn’t always been easy. If you support those who want to recriminalize homosexual relationships, then fuck you. Not literally, but figuratively. Not to end on a bad note but I am sick of guys who lie to themselves, their wives, and then vote against truth and honesty. That guy wants respect? discretion?!?! Not from me. The GOP has declared war, and war it is. If you vote red, be very afraid of me.” Is this too extreme to send? I have fucked red-voting dudes in their marital bedrooms. I have fucked red-voting dudes who wanted me to get them fucked up and use their hole mercilessly. (how long until you can drive home?) I have fucked MANY red-voting dudes who let me inject my seed deep inside their asses, bare, deep, hard! Married to women! Liars!!! How lucky I am honest. Out since 1986. And them such liars. This is war. Even their picks for the Supreme Court lie.

Use condoms when you fuck her and bareback only with men...

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

Part 3 My softening cock slipped out of my friends ass as we smoked another bowl and my horniness grew. My friend asked me if I wanted more cock and ass to which he knew the answer. He told me he knew a pace where I could get all the cock and ass I wanted. We dressed and headed to his car. He drove to a warehouse that had all the windows bricked up and a red light over the entrance. We went in and the guy behind the counter asked for my ID, apparently he already knew my friend. My friends payed for me and we went to a private room where we stripped down and smoked a little more before he offered me something that he said would get me hornier than I had ever been in my life. I was already horny and curious and consented without knowing the details. He pulled syringe from his bag. He said all I needed to do was lay back and relax as he worked a belt on my left bicep. The dominant look in his eyes had me lay still as I felt the coolness of the alcohol on my arm followed by a slight prick of the needle. I was mesmarized as I watched him pull the plunger back to get a small flash of blood before he started to empty the contents into my vein. He told me I will feel a need to cough and probably will cough hard while my heart will beat faster and the room will feel warmer. Once he loosened the belt on my arm I felt a warmth in my chest followed by a need to cough. I coughed out 4, 5 times as my friend apparently did his own shot. I was surprised at how horny I had become but was even more surprised at how soft my cock was now. My friend was drastically different, his cock was rock hard and I had noticed but he opened the door to our room as he climbed between my legs and thrust the full length of his 8” cock into my hungry hole. I wanted his cock, I wanted any and every cock I could get and he was giving me a fucking I needed. I moaned and begged to be fucked as he set about to pound my hole. I took a cue from when I fucked him and began to work my ass for his load. He wasn’t one to disappoint when he finally flooded me with his seed. He kept churning his load inside me as we both looked at the crowd that gathered at the door. He asked me if I wanted more cock although he already knew the answer. He told the crowd to come on in and take a ride in the ass he just bred. I recognized some of the guys I had seen on campus. As each guy took a turn fucking and seeding me I thought I recognized a guy in the distance. I was distracted as my friend began to prepare my arm for another shot. I was watching my friend work the belt on my arm as the mysterious figure slipped his nice size cock into me. As I felt the stick of the needle I looked up to see my roommate was the guy about to fuck me when I felt the strong cough. My roommate kissed me and told me that he heard there was going to be new meat at the baths but never thought it would be me. He then began to fuck me and asked if I really wanted his load inside me. All I could muster between saying ‘holy fuck’ was fuck me and breed me please. My roommate buried his cock deep inside my hole and held it there before bringing his face close to mine asking if I really wanted him to impregnate me with his HIV charged load? The drugs had my brain all fucked up, I could only answer with a loud yes, yes, fuck me full of your HIV charged load, knock me up! My roommate wasn’t one to disappoint me as he fucked my brains out and not only dropped one load in my ass. By the time his cock began to soften he had dropped 3 loads inside my well used ass. He kissed me as another guy took his place. He laid down next to me and let me know the weekends where he went away with his boyfriend he was spending at the baths. He could hardly wait until we were back in our room.