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“Recognize these?” My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes. She picked up my leather biker cap and harness. “Put them on,” she ordered. *** I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried. But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types. I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed. I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo. The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop. Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring. Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos. It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about. Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment. I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days. Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault. Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires. Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed. We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day. She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room. *** My wife was waiting for me when I arrived. She had changed into a skimpy black negligee. I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her. “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you. Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes. Wait until I call you.” I did as she instructed. A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.” Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise. Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed. My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze. Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame. As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear. Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left. Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice. No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it. “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger. As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife. But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already. She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?” “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...” “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME? To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame. “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT. YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.” I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice. I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls. With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick. Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed. I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off. “I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?” I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again. “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?” “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...” “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone. *** “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said. “I want you to meet my husband.” In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man. If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me. He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring. Eric walked across the room and extended his hand. I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded. Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud. At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed. I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck. His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength. From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it. “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.” She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!” I looked up at Eric. He smiled at me. “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.” I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually. As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!” Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?” And I knew at once that he was right. I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back. *** “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told. He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes. I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated. “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather. My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided. Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder. Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.” With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away. My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!” Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum. As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it. *** “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric. “That was our deal. You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.” Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her. Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue. The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job! I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry. Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp." “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.” With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening. Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus. I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced. Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me. Oh, God! I can’t believe this is finally happening. As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me. My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!” New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me. But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.” He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing. I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage. Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth. I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed. My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care. *** The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties. “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?” “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.” By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard. “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.” “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly. He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret. My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door. Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!! Thank you, sir,” I gasped. “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.” “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.” “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders. I’ll have to punish you.” With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks. My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy. “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.” And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked. “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER. NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.” With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her. *** Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened. He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load! Take it like a man!” “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!” There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover. And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable. Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly. My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.

I’m on a work trip currently in the capital city. Last night after dinner, I was just working from my hotel room downtown when I get this message on Grindr. Older guy, in his early 50s, no face pic but nice toned and hairy body, taller than me at around 5’11. Short salt and pepper beard from what course be seen of his chin and jawline on the pics. He’s just finished dinner and is horny. I’m starting to get horny too. Not a lot of small talk and he goes straight to the point. He gives me an address, tells me how to get into the building through an unlocked back door and down to the basement. He orders me to wait for him in a designated corner, blindfolded, with poppers at hand. The address is literally less than 10 minutes away walking. I just slip on some black sweatpants, no underwear, shove my poppers and leather blindfold into my back pocket and gets on my way. I arrive in front of an small apartment building, go around as told, down some stairs to a door. It is in fact unlocked and I get in. First door to the right, down another few steps into the locker room. I make my way to a dark corner on the left, close to locker number 56 as he told me. It’s a dead end, quite far away from the entrance, and the light above the door barely makes it all the way to that corner. I put the blindfold on as I was told, and just wait, holding my poppers in my right hand. After 2 or 3 minutes, I hear the door open, some steps coming towards me. No words, just the sound of pants being unzipped and pulled down, and a hand pushing me to my knees. His dick is already hard and he pushes it into my mouth. He’s probably a good 7”, with a good thickness. I gag a bit but start sucking him the best I can. He starts moaning and thrusting, holding my head in place with both hands. I can tell he’s trying to be as quiet as he can. He takes the poppers off my hand and takes a deep sniff himself before putting the bottle under my nose, and ordering me to inhale. After 5 minutes of sucking, his dick is all wet from my saliva and his precum. He grabs me under the arms to have me stand and flips me. “Put your hands on the wall” he says as he pulls my sweatpants down. “No underwear, easy access slut”. He’s spitting on my hole and licking it. I hear him stand up and feel his cock rubbing between my cheeks, pressing against my hole, until he thrusts balls deep into it. It’s painful but he puts his hand onto my mouth before I could make a sound. “Shhhh”. I feel him thrust in and out, one hand on my mouth, his left arm around my neck. His face close to mine, I can feel his breath on my ear. He’s panting, picking up the pace. I need more poppers. He speeds up again then stops, deep in my hole. I feel his cock throbbing. He shooting his load. He’s still holding me for a few minutes, catching his breath. “Don’t move” he whispers. I’m still facing the wall, arched back with my pants at my ankles, my hole dripping. “Beautiful!” as he slaps my ass. I can hear him get dressed. “You didn’t even ask for a condom” he adds as he leaves. I never saw his face.

I suck you off and swallow most of your first load. My close-cropped beard is matted with your cum. You are starting to get hard again. We both understand what is next. When we arranged this date, we didn’t pretend it was about anything but sex and my willingness to serve as an object for your pleasure. I lie on my back on the carpet and pull my legs up and apart. You say, “I want you to remember this, faggot,” and snap this picture. Then your tongue finds my hole. I feel the wetness and the warmth. A moan escapes my lips. You follow with a thick finger, then a second, stretching me. The heat increases. Now I am moaning and gasping steadily. My little dick is rock hard. “Please, sir. Please. I need your cock.” You take a tube of lube and rub some on your dick and into my hole. We had agreed that you would use a condom but you do not offer and I don’t ask. You move to your knees, propping yourself on one powerful arm. You guide the tip of your cock to the tip of my hole and slide in easily. I remember when I first had anal sex this part would hurt and I would ask my top to go slowly. But there have been many men since then. You are deep inside me now. I feel your balls against my ass. I am completely full with your manhood – it seems as though your dick will come out my throat, you are so far inside me. I start to pull on my own dick, but you push my hand away. “Faggots don’t deserve to cum,” you mutter. I grip your thick forearms instead. My hands seem dainty and girlish. You are thrusting deep inside of me and pulling nearly all the way out. I hear your loud grunts and feel the mounting tension in your body. This isn’t about me at all. You never flatter me or say I’m cute or attractive. You are a Man and you need to plant your seed in a cunt. My ass is that cunt. When I open my eyes, I see male passion on your face and – yes – contempt for me, a male who has let himself be reduced to a pussy. I feel humiliated and insignificant. And it feels right, at this moment. You cum inside me with a deep, manly grunt. It is sound I’m incapable of making. As your thrusts subside, you pull out and rub some cum around my gaping hole, then thrust back inside me to leave the rest. Your cum will ooze from my boi-cunt all night. “Thank you, sir,” I say softly, as you finally pull out. “You’ve got a lot to thank me for, faggot,” you grunt. You don’t say another word. You reach for your clothes, pull them on, and walk out. You never even asked me my name.

I am very exhibitionist. I love fucking in front of an audience in a sexclub. Some pictures of me taken in sexclub have already appeared in gay sex magazine. I’d like to get more of that

HIV risk is not a “game”. It’s a serious hazard inherent to bareback sexual intercourse, and although the majority of cases are among men who have sex with men, approximately 20% of HIV+ persons are female. Women can both contract and spread HIV. A bisexual man’s ethical responsibility toward a woman he fucks bareback is - or ought to be - precisely the same as that toward any man he fucks bareback: That is, to ensure that the partner is fully aware of his status and the risk involved, an to ensure that he has taken every measure that he can take to prevent himself from spreading the disease. The gender is immaterial - you’re dealing with another human life. What this basically says is, ‘Who gives a shit about the ethics - they’re women.’ How does this address the OP’s question about the ethics of putting a woman at risk of HIV? (Hint: It doesn’t.)

I have experience with that scenario, though the father and son did not touch each other. I knew the father for about seven years, he was late 40s and I found him on A4A one night, he promised to come over the next morning and he showed up right on time. Amazing how a web cam can convince someone at 11 pm at night to be at your place 9 am sharp the next morning, see I keep pushing the web cam gentleman. I would have him over maybe every other month, huge top who was very skilled, knew what he was doing. Very good natured, I always managed to get him off, he told me how much he enjoyed my company. Nice enough to pick me up, take me to his "second home" and play there in a sling. I also invited him if I had a "group" over, usually someone who was local who might have been entertaining an out of town guest. One particular friend had a guy visit who took the Greyhound Bus from Oklahoma to Tampa, so I invited them to come down to the Bradenton area to play. Well I also invited my local buddy, to make it an even four, and he really appreciated me asking him to join the group. He said he was flattered I would think of him, but to be honest, he was non-judgmental, he basically was nice to everyone and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me, his little socks flew off his feet when he shot his load. I felt I was a good host that day So a few weeks later he said he had a "surprise" for me, and wanted to know when I might be free for him to come over. We planned on a weekend, mid day. He shows up with this guy in his mid 20s and says "this is my son". Well when he pulled down his pants, I could see the family resemblance, though the son was a shade or two darker, and about an inch or two bigger (really big). I remember blowing the two of them and I looked us as they were thouching each other's nipples. Now, there is only so much room in my ass, and they are very hygienic. So the son went to town on my ass, I remember him smiling at me, he still had braces. I did ask for ID only because I was so excited, and they are indeed father and son. His Dad took a whole bunch of pictures, while his son fucked me, I never saw them touch each other besides the nipples. The son pushed me so far back on my bed by the time he shot his load in me I was virtually standing on my head. We had a good laugh about it, the father enjoyed it, we had a blast. I continued to see the two of them over the next several years, usually adding another bottom so that it would be an even four. I miss my old apartment, living in that small city where "being a big fish in a little pond" had it's advantages. My old city was known for it's outlet mall off of I-75. I used to joke when the exit was coming up on drivers, I said they should post "next exit to @ellentonboy. It would have made giving directions so much easier. That's my story of having sex with a father and son. The son was mid and I suppose now late 20s, I guess over 30. I really miss his Dad, who was wonderful to me. It can happen guys, no need to make it creepy or illegal, because this is an example of two legal aged gay male adults, who just both happened to be father and son, and didn't mind stopping by my apartment for a little "[banned word]" fun time.

I used to love going to the Phoenix in New Orleans back when the upper bar was fun. It had a small dark room, partitions with gloryholes and a sling in one corner. It was great. One Saturday night I got up the nerve to get in the sling. At first nothing happened then a black guy approached me and unzipped. His friends were like 'what are you doing?' He shrugged them off and started to fuck me. The atmosphere in the room changed immediately as guys got 'friendlier' with each other. Someone turned my head to the side so he could feed me his cock. He let me blow him for a few minutes before bending over and whispering in my ear with a low growl, "We are all going to fuck you". When let me tell you that sent me to the moon. My cock was so hard if felt like it would snap off if anybody touched it. Not sure how many men fucked me that night, it's all a bit of a blur now but I will never forget those words and how exciting it was. That guy gave me a thrill that still makes my heart thump when I relive the moment. Anybody have an experience like mine?

I have not personally experienced this with my ID specialist (who is, like yours was, my PCP). That said, it is indeed a fact that the practice of medicine is changing rapidly. When I first needed a doctor after graduate school, I was fortunate that I had a relative-by-marriage (married to my cousin) who had recently become a doctor. He went into partnership with an older doctor, and a large chunk of my relatives on that side of the family came to be his patients in his practice. Other doctors joined, the original doctor retired, and there was a nice thriving little group of doctors. Then a large local hospital bought their practice (and many others), and they all became employees rather than business owners. There were, as in your case, financial decisions that went into that, some of which probably have to do with liability and malpractice. I'm sure there were also some savings by consolidating things like building maintenance, payroll services, claims processing, and the like under a central umbrella. One way those large groups control costs is by covering physicians for what they are specialists in, and no more. So, for instance, the malpractice liability rates may be lower for an ID specialist if he's not also diagnosing, treating, and writing prescriptions for a variety of other conditions. Another is by managing billing. ID specialists can bill for ID-related services at a higher rate than a GP, most likely, and by having him see only ID patient issues, all his work can be billed at a higher rate than if some of it had to be billed at GP rates. It may be that this larger corporation can consolidate all the ID work under, say, two ID specialists instead of three, and hire a cheaper GP to do the PCP work in another clinic or facility. In any event, it's indeed likely to be a strictly business decision and one that wasn't entered into lightly. I'm not suggesting your feelings on the subject are wrong in any way; I'm just saying that the office worker who tried to offer assistance transferring part of your caseload to other doctors was genuinely trying to make the transition as workable as possible for the patients in the office. Side note on my cousin-in-law's practice: I was without insurance for several years before the ACA as a self-employed person, so I didn't go to the doctor unless I was actually sick, and that usually happened after hours anyway so I'd just go to the Urgent Care and self-pay if needed. Once I was insured, I found that not having seen the doctor in over a year, my file was "closed" and his office managers weren't letting him take on new patients (which I would be, after that gap). My partner was seeing another doctor in that practice (he was insured at work), but that doctor decided to quit the practice and go into a "boutique" firm that offered what they called "concierge" medicine - they didn't take insurance, and you paid them a substantial fee every year, and in turn you got a certain number of MD visits a year, including wellness consultations, etc. Great if you have a lot of money to splurge on care with no insurance subsidizing it, but not for us; my partner had to switch to a different doctor in my cousin-in-law's practice. This kind of thing is only going to become more common as more and more care is consolidated.

I have never been a big viewer of porn. I don’t actually seek it out but have watched scenes when it is playing in the background while I’m getting bred. With that said the porn that seems to hold my attention is the older stuff. Guys from the 90’s or early 2000’s that clearly are being ravaged by HIV and have distended belly’s and wasted faces. I find them incredibly hot and would have dropped to my knees to worship them back in the day. I think it is because so many of the men that bred me back then looked like them and were “real” men to me. If I were to actively look for and watch porn it would be videos like those.

I'm in Mykonos for the week and on the first night a hot guy bred me twice. Felt his getting thicker as he was about to cum deep inside me. Sadly it's very windy here and not a lot of people like to go outside at night so it's not as easy as I imagined to get bred on this island.

Even if I have a loose hole, it’s not enough. I’d like to have one staying open and wrecked for a good moment after work.

Many German media report that the Berghain does not close and that the rumor has not been confirmed. [think before following links] https://www.tagesspiegel.de/berlin/insider-korrigiert-sich-geruchte-um-schliessung-des-legendaren-berliner-clubs-berghain-8753446.html [think before following links] https://www.morgenpost.de/berlin/article236678371/Geruechte-um-Schliessung-Party-im-Berghain-soll-weitergehen.html So the LAB should also be safe. 😀

Tonight I stopped off at my local video store. It has booths in the back for play. When I arrived there were old guys that I was not attracted to at all. I spent about an hour walking around with no luck. I was just about to leave when a tall older daddy came in and made eye contact. He went into a booth and motioned for me to cum in as well. I instantly rubbed his cock through his pants and I could tell he was packing. He gave me a big kiss with tongue and put his hand down the back of my pants so I knew what he wanted. He pulled out his cock and it was huge. The fattest I have ever had in my mouth. I sucked him and then he turned me around and bred me. I had to use lube. I have not had to do that in a very long time. My point is that if I would have left I would have missed out on a beer can cock and massive load in me. I think a good rule is to not leave until you have a load in you or you have deposited a load.

Sorry i have been away. Next chapter below. Enjoy! After we finished out breakfast, he asked me if we could stop by his friends place and drop off some groceries as he doesnt get out of the house cause he is sick. I agreed and we went over. When we got there, Ricky had a key to his place and we let ourselves in. We went into the living room and there his friend was lying on the couch. He looked like he had full blown AIDS. "Mike this is my friend Jeff, Jeff this is Mike", Ricky said. I said hello and shook his hand. For someone who looked sick he had a good grip. He was black, in his mid 60's and was about 6ft but he was no more than 110lbs. He was gaunt and has lesions on his chest as he was wearing no shirt and some tight boxers. I glazed over his cock and it was a good size and starting to get hard. "Mike you devil you, Jeff got you all worked up", he asked "Yeah he looks like he has a nice ass. You fuck him", Mike asked "Yes ive bred him several times and his pussy is still tight", Ricky said slapping my ass and telling me to help Mike out. I got on my knees near the couch and pulled off his boxers. While he was gaunt his cock was about 8" and really thick. I sucked on him and swallowed him in one felt swoop. "Ohhhh yeah what a whore you have got here", he moaned pushing my head further on his meat I easily took him into my throat and massaged his cock in my mouth. He was too weak to really fuck me so i pulled out my butt plug and sat on his cock. He grabbed my hips and pushed me up and down on his cock. He felt really good as he was thicker than Ricky but nowhere as long but long enough and he was wrecking my prostate. I was so horny my pussy started to convulse around his meat. "Oh shit this whores pussy is eating up my cock. Work it bitch" he said digging his fingers into my hips. I squeezed really hard and he let out a large moan. I knew he was close. Ricky had pulled out his cock and fed it to me. I sucked him while riding Mike. I was heaven when Mike pulled out of my mouth and whispered into my ear, "I am going to make you feel so good. Inhale", as he put a bottle under my nose. It was poppers and it made my head feel fuzzy and my body relaxed. He went behind me and i felt his cock at my hole. "No Daddy please dont you are both too big", i cried out "Shut up whore take it, you know you want it", Mike yelled "Dont worry baby it will hurt as first but you will enjoy it trust me", Ricky said soothingly He pushed in and it hurt like hell. Mike kept me where i was and started lifting his hips off the couch and fucking me and nailing my prostate...."Ohh God", i moaned "Yeah you whore you luv my cock in you dont you. Its hitting your gspot", Mike tease "Yes it feels so good to have you in me", i moaned "And what else whore", Mike asked "I want your diseased cock and cum in me", i moaned "Yeah i got a high viral load for your now. You are going to have my baby bitch. Ohhh damn your pussy is so good.", he moaned while fucking me Mike pushed more into me and I yelled in pain. He had about 3 inches in and it hurt. Ricky put the bottle back under my nose and i inhaled deep. It made my head spin and i leaned forward more. Mike pulled me down and kissed me. Our tongues danced with each other and i felt a lesion on his tongue. I played with it and sucked on it. "You dirty whore, you like my sick tongue with that lesion", he asked "Yes its so sexy", i moaned back. I was in flux...it was incredible pleasure our kissing, being fucked so good and yet in pain as Ricky shoved his stick in me. I was in heaven kissing Mike, sucking on his lesion, while he was working my cunt. Ricky was slowly sinking into me. It hurt like hell. "Oh bitch your cunt is expanding to take our cocks, and your cunt is pink a little so i know you are going to get pregnant today", he said I just put my head down and focused on taking Rickys cock in me. I felt myself being torn into two but just breathed and enjoyed the moment. I just tried to relax and take both cocks. I was sweating all over and it really did hurt but i wanted to please both of them. I felt his slowly sink in me and finally felt his balls at my hole. "Ohhhh damn, your cunt has both of us in you whore", Ricky laughed "Damn your cunt is tighter than ever and its fucking squeezing me. You are one horny cunt arent you", Mike said It was true i was a horny whore. My cunt on its own started to spasm and massage their cocks. They both moaned and Ricky started to push back and forth slowly letting me get used to having both of them. It was the most intense feeling of my life. My pussy was being stretched beyond belief and they were moving me me touching me in different spots. Ricky was so deep in my pass my 2nd ring and Mike was wrecking my prostate and together they were stretching my hole. My cunt relaxed and intense pain turned into amazing pleasure. My pussy started to spasm and massage their cocks and i couldnt stop moaning. "Ohhh yeah look at this whore. One minute please dont and then next moaning like a slut", Mike said ":Ohhhh yes it feels so good", i moaned "You want us to stop?", MIke asked and he stopped fucking me "No please keep fucking me both of you", i moaned "Yeah he needs it", Ricky said They were right...i needed both of them. I was moaning so loud like a bitch in heat. I was babbling and moaning. It was the most intense fuck of my life. They were both so huge and stretching my cunt more than i thought it could take. Mike pulled me towards him and gave me a deep kiss, our tongues made out and i could feel lesions on his tongue. I sucked on them and wanted more. Me flat on his stomach allowed Ricky to almost sit on my ass and pound the shit out of me. He jackhammered me hard and swift. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure into Mike's mouth. He just took it in and grabbed my nipples and started to play them. I couldn't stop moaning, i was in ecstasy. After another 10 minutes of this pounding, Mike let out a loud moan and yelled, "I am going to poz your cunt with my aids" I yelled back, "Oh yes please make me pregnant with your seed". He froze and grabbed my hips hard and thrust in me. I felt his huge cock expand and shoot a hot charged load in me. Ricky couldn't hold off any longer and i felt his cock burst in me. I was a bitch in heat and kept riding Mike and pushing back on Ricky trying to get as much cock in me and using my cunt muscles to squeeze every drop out of them. "Ohhh yeah bitch you want it all don't you", Ricky said as i kept pushing back and forth onto his huge stick. He was wrecking my prostate and i was on the edge. "Yeah bitch ride cock.....that's all you are good for", he said. After a few more thrusts i couldn't hold back and shot all over Mike's chest. After cumming, Mike pulled me down and gave me a deep sensual kiss. I stayed there calming down from my orgasm with 2 huge cocks and all that poz seed in me while kissing this gorgeous AIDS man.

I'm not known as a patient guy and had no intention of waiting for the Italian guy to send more action my way. I was now hot and horny for more cum in my ass. Why wait? I remembered a Squirt profile of a top nearby. "Don't invite me unless you already have two loads on board. Hopefully from different guys ... lol. You'll need the only lube I ever use to accommodate my beer can thick 11 inch monster. I only play raw and always flood your ass with a gallon of my sweet milk." I had been hoping to entertain this silver fox for over a year but my conditions had never been right until this moment. I had three loads filling my guts from three different workmen. God, I hoped he would be on line. And he was. I sent him my invitation and he was knocking on my door within 15 minutes. True to his profile he was 6' 4" of linebacker stature. His handsome stern face communicated that I better be telling the truth. Without words he pushed inside and slammed my door shut. He pinned me against the wall and laid a ferocious kiss on my mouth. Meanwhile his large paw of a hand slid down my back, under my towel and a thick finger plunged in my sloppy hole. "Where is your bedroom?" He ripped my towel off as I led him. By the time we got there he was shirtless and hopping out of his pants and underwear. His body was covered with beautiful silver hair and his cock was everything he advertised. I began to question my decision. But I was struggling to get as much of his monster cock down my throat as he pushed on my shoulders. "I didn't come here to face fuck you faggot. Turn around. Give me your slutty ass." I spun around and his fat cock head wasted no time pushing in my hole. I was glad I was already stretched out by three cocks, 'cause he was just starting and I already felt like he was going to split me in two. The pain was so intense I screamed. "That’s right slut, scream away if you must but it would be best if you take deep breaths. I don't wait for no one." The pain continued to burn, but I was determined to take him balls deep so pushed back with all I was worth. I'm always amazed at how quickly the pain turns to pleasure when they are balls deep and although fuller than I had ever been this giant was no exception. He pounded away and drove me into my mattress. I just kept pushing my ass back at him. Then he spun me around and tossed my legs up on his shoulders. I couldn't believe the sight of him towering over me as his monster erection expertly found my hole and drove in deep. At this angle it hurt like hell but I had no intention of stopping him. Every thrust felt like it would rip me open but I just begged, "Harder, harder, fuck me harder. " He was now sweating like a pig and his breath was getting ragged. "Breed me. Flood my guts with your cum!" He kept pounding away as rope after rope painted me deeper than I had ever been bred before. As he was panting collapsed on top of me my doorbell rang.

Last night a fuckbud/friend stayed over. Fb is 58. He teaches swimming and has a tight body and snow white beard. After we all enjoyed dinner and some tv, my # 1 retired downstairs in his room, and the fb and I retired to the primary. I love that we live by our own ‘rules’. While I was face down naked turning off the lights on my ipad, he starts playing with and eating my ass. Weird, for me. In no time, he’s choking himself on my dick. He’s really into forcing it all down his throat. I can feel my big dick head pop through something at the bottom of his throat. HOT. He can’t keep it there long, but just that fact that he is so hungry for my dick. I trade and suck his some. His is average 5 1/2 ROCK hard -yeah boy- and lassoed tight around his dick and balls. In no time I’m moving in for the deed. Lubing his hole. Wanting my dick inside him . He’s on his back, legs in the air, wanting the same thing. I push in and FUCK I have him in this tight little ball, dominating him. My dick is buried deep as it gets AND I can kiss him too. I am fucking away. Gentle. He says I can get rough. My head is swimming and I can feel how all my capillaries are open. I’m flushed with heat and sheer horny. I can’t fuck rougher now. Every tiny bit . . .his ass gripping my dick . . . small movements are blowing my nervous system. I keep stroking stroking though. He wants to be FUCKED Damn, I love a man who wants dick like that. I have a lot of dick! We pause briefly. I put my pillow under his ass, raising it up. I slide back inside him at the perfect level. And being the selfish beast I am, in no time I am pounding him. I have precummed so much. His ass is so slippery. I AM GOING TO CUM, I announce And then my dick is twitching deep inside him. I collapse. It’s here I have to say for posterity and anyone who will listen: WHEN A DUDE CUMS THERE IS A BIOLOGICAL REACTION CALLED A REFRACTORY PERIOD. LET THE DUDE COLLAPSE. The panting and sweating might be a hint. <There’s my PSA> After refracting, I ask him, “How are we going to get you off? You know what’s going to make you cum.” He was like “How about I fuck you?” How about? Yeah boy! I haven’t a dude’s load since last spring. I’m 95% top and looking to broaden my scope. He has me on my back. His dick goes in and FITS. You know the size and shape work so it’s not forever slipping out. And he fucks me. He balls me up like I did him. He’s pinning my legs back and railing my ass. And cumming. HE BLEW HIS LOAD UP MY ASS. Yeah boy! I usually give. Getting was super fun. Then sometime in the middle of the night we’re naked under the covers. Idk who got who hard, but he said to me, “ I want to ride it.” The lube is at arm’s length. <snap> I am on my back, boner sticking up, slippery and ready. He hops on. He lines it up. I feel his ass pop and let me in. He slides all the way down my shaft. My dick is way up in his guts. Best thing is, his dick, still lassoed, gets crazy hard. My dick is throbbing inside him where I’ve already left one load. He’s sitting down hard on it and taking all my meaty goodness . . . squeezing that shit from the inside. I’m stroking his rock hard dick while he rides mine. ”I’m going to cum like this.” he said. He just climbed on! I’m stroking his hard dick. I tease him about cumming. “You going to cum for me? Are you gonna make my dick feel your ass squeezing it when you pump out a load on my furry chest?” Then things got juicy. His dick. My hand. My fur. I told him later he could pick out the sperm balls in my fur since they were his. And that he should smell it too. See if it smelled as good as I imagined. He rolled off. Being an equal opportunity refractor, I gave him time to recover. Then asked: “Can I keep fucking your ass?” He’s face down, ass up right away. Damn right. I feel a little pity though. I’ve re-lubed with a light water-base coat to get back inside him. But once I am, there is the resistance that comes from a prior load. Mine. I can feel the . . . it’s almost like a squeaky roughness . . .of my earlier load breaking down, giving up hope, making his ass more vulnerable and receptive. And it feels amazing on my dick. So I do not pull out and add more lube. No that slightly resistant pressure of his cum soaked ass ring on my dick . . . I am reveling in how much he likes it. Dirty homo like me . Grrr. And the second cum is rougher, so he gets what he asked for way up front. A rough fuck. My dickhead feels amazing on his cummy ass walls. I grab his hips and use that hole. I’m throwing every bit of dick I have into him and pulling his ass back on my dick at the same time. Leverage is my thing, and I have it. Like an animal, I’m pounding that hole. I’m wondering if he’s counting the seconds until it is over , until I cum. That only makes me hotter. He’s cum and now he’s biting the pillow wanting my load in him. ‘Cause he know that cum deep in the ass is a GIFT And GIFT him I did. I held his hips so tight to me, I worried I’d bruise his pale white skin. Blew my boys deep. And that was our night. He had to get up @ 7:00 am and go to work teaching the children how to swim. He made him coffee and sent him off. And I masturbated out three more loads before noon thinking what fun that was.

Chapter 15 The Guy fucking him said it probably burns more because his piercing was probably ripping his hole up. He said “ When I am done with you, You’re going to have a fucked up cunt in more than one way “ . The craving the Married guy felt was stronger than ever. He was on fire with lust. His mind was spinning so fast he wasn’t sure what all he wanted, he just knew he wanted something, and he didn’t want this fantastic feeling to ever end. The guy in his ass stared fucking the cunt his Toxic cock was ripping up. He was enjoying the idea of his cock possibly converting an ass the same way he had been converted a couple months ago. Last week when he was finally tested he had a HVL. He decided then to get the tattoo so everyone that he played knew what they were getting. In the past, Doing Tina never gave him issues with keeping hard, It usually intensified the sensation and kept him hard for hours. He knew he was usually good for a few strong loads. This was going to be his second of the night and hopefully not his last one. He looked down and this cock going in and out of the puckered hole, his cock had some cum from the guy that had been in there before and it almost looked like it had a pink cast to it. He also noticed is handy work and those letters were visible to anyone that had this pig bent over. This excited him, he was not only converting a straight married guy to the gay side but was knocking up this new cunt. He also knew that when the guy said he didn’t do drugs that this was his first time, and he would want more of it. Tina would most definitely have her hooks in him, and he would be dating her often. The guy in front of the Married guy was enjoying the wonderful blow job he was getting. The Married guy was taking him to his balls and was getting into using his tongue to massage the bottom of the cock. You would never believe this was his first time sucking a cock, but this was night of firsts for him. The Married guy was holding onto the guy’s hips for balance and then moved his hands around to the guys ass. He remembered how much he enjoyed getting a finger up his ass when he was getting sucked off. He stared teasing the puckered and wet asshole. The Top guy said “ Oh, you really are a slut. You want my load ? “ The Married guy was busy in his own world of Chems and sex and really didn’t hear it. He was busy with the euphoric feeling of heat, something sawing in and out of his ass and trying to please the guy in front of him. He knew he would not be able to match the feelings up his cunt but he was trying. He wasn’t sure why this guy’s ass was wet and slippery but he didn’t care, he wormed a finger into the guy’s ass and searched to find his prostate. When he found it and he started rubbing on it. He had this done a couple weeks ago during an exam and started leaking pre-cum right away. It felt great and wanted to see if he could give this guy the same intense feeling. It must have worked because he backed off the cock to get a breath of air and tasted the salty pre-cum that was coming from the guys cock. The Top guy asked the Married guy if he was ready for a load n his mouth, The Married guy said “ Yes Please “. He didn’t even think of the answer, it seemed to come naturally and driven by the hunger that was now consuming all of his brain and body. The Top guy said “ Ok Slut, Here comes your first drink of cum, You better swallow all of it “. He pushed forward into the Marred Guy’s mouth, at the same time the Married guy pushed two fingers up the Top’s ass and that sent the Top over the edge. He grabbed the Married guy’s head and yelled “ Take it Bitch “. His swollen cock was lodged in the Married guys throat. At the same time the Bio-Hazzard guy shoved as deep as he could in the Married guy’s ass. He knew that his pierced cock was hitting new areas and they were deep. You could hear the married guy making noises, but no one could understand it. The way they had the Married guy, he couldn’t have gotten either cock out of him. He was sandwiched between the two of them. The Married guy was struggling to get air when the Top guy pulled back. Cum was dripping from his mouth. The Married guy gulped in a big gasp of air and was panting. You could clearly see the sweat glistening on the Married guys back. The Bio-Hazzard guy was still balls deep in the Married guy’s ass

Of course I'll breed a hole even when asked to pull out. You put yourself in that situation you accept all responsibility.

Depends on the scenario. I’m rarely asked but when I am I still breed

It's time for the last of Ric's adventures or at least the tales of them. I think I've taken care of all of the loose ends. Chapter 7.4 - Movin On They'd been studying all week, trying to get ready for finals. The silence was broken when Mateo asked "Do you remember the first day we met?" "Yeah. I woke you up so you could take a shower and you said a bunch of flattering things not realizing they weren't just thoughts in your head. Why?" Ric asked. "One of your comments was that you would never take a partner over to the bathhouse, since that's a place to hook up. We've never gone together and I know you've been there a bunch of times" Mateo said. He paused and continued "I need a break before my brain explodes. How about you show me what the allure is?". "Are you sure? It's not really your kind of place. You usually hook up only after they pass your hundred question survey. That won't work very well there" Ric told him. "If I'm going to change my ways, I should learn from the master on how to meet someone for a few minutes of mindless sex" Mateo replied, grinning back at Ric. "I usually last a lot longer than that" Ric said, rubbing his growing bulge. An hour later, they were standing in line at the bathhouse, finding out that a lot of other students were needing some stress relief sex too. Ric noticed a guy a few people in front of them that looked a little familiar. At least his head and shape did. The large back and arm tattoos were what made him question it. When he heard the voice, he remembered instantly. Ric handed over his card and their IDs and smiled at the attendant. "He in the club too?" the attendant asked and Ric nodded. "Boyfriend. We share everything" Ric replied, laughing. The guy leaned forward and said "Three looking today. Really tall blond. Other is a polar bear with a collared boy. You might be only toxic guys tonight." He pushed the IDs and card back and gave Ric a wink. Mateo followed Ric into the locker room, mimicking his moves. He saw Ric looking over at a guy that had just secured his locker when Ric asked "Peter?" The guy stopped and turned, facing Ric. A smile grew over Peter's face and he chuckled a moment before saying "Ric! How's it going?" Ric and Mateo finished stripping as Ric talked to Peter. "What's with the ink? I almost didn't recognize you. I never thought of you as a tattoo guy" Ric said. "I guess that's another thing that I got from you. Tay got one too, but it's pretty small. My views have changed on a lot of things now that I'm poz. The quiet guy is gone and I'm living life to the fullest. It's been a lot more fun" Peter said. "How's Taylor doing? I haven't heard anything from him this year" Ric asked. "He's been running around the country. The job he got is trying to get three people's work out of him. I've seen him maybe four times this year. He's going to be in town next week to pack his stuff up" Peter said. "You stayed roommates even after he found a job?" Ric asked. "Yeah, it was a place for him to crash in between his work trips. All he did was sleep and do laundry there, though. Now that I'm graduating, we're letting the lease end. I love that place, but since I'm moving to the other coast he doesn't want to keep it by himself" Peter said. Ric looked at Mateo and raised his brows. Mateo grinned back at him. "Mind if I give you a call tomorrow about the apartment? We're trying to figure out what to do about next year. I liked your place and if the rent is decent, we might be able to swing a deal with Taylor" Ric said. "That would be great. I know he doesn't want to give it up, but can't swing it on his own. I'm sure he'd give you a deal as long as you keep his ass busy when he's there" Peter said. "That, we can definitely do" Ric replied. "I should have asked Tay for his card to get in here for free. The front desk guy always had some good suggestions on who to tap" "You been sharing?" Ric asked, not expecting Peter's comment. The grin on Peter's face answered Ric's question. "Just finished a couple, that's why I'm here. They're not feeling well, if you catch my drift. One knew and it's a surprise for the other. After watching some of these guys convert, I think I figured out when Taylor's bug got me. Mine was mild compared to some of them. Anyway... I'm in the mood to bottom today before I breed someone. Hopefully there are a few tops around. Have fun" Peter said. Ric watched Peter walk confidently out of the locker room into the hall and was surprised at the transformation. "A victim of yours?" Mateo asked. "Grandson, I guess. He was one of Taylor's. I never thought he'd become a breeder. He didn't take finding out very well, but I guess he's gotten over it" Ric said. They finished stuffing their clothes in the locker, grabbed their towels and wandered out into the bathhouse. As Ric walked down the hall he heard a familiar voice call out "Beg for it!" from one of the private rooms. The door was open and Ric peered inside, with Mateo looking around him. Scotty was feeding the guy's mouth and Dan was drilling the bottom. The bottom pulled off Scotty's hard cock just long enough to cry out "Breed me!" and then inhale Scotty's hard dick again. Dan looked up and winked at Ric and Mateo right before he thrust in and blew his load inside. Ric gave him a thumbs up and they continued on their way. They found the only really tall guy in the playroom sling with a small group waiting to drill his ass so Ric thought he'd check on him later. There were a few bottoms in private rooms offering up their holes, but Ric kept looking to see the entire menu. "What about that guy?" Mateo asked as they passed yet another room with a cute guy laying on the bed, fingering his hole. "Unless I have someone I'm looking for, I like to see what all the choices are, first" Ric explained. They passed the dark room and saw yellow tape over the doorway and the lights on inside. A cleaning cart was there and someone was scrubbing the place down wearing a hazmat suit. "Kinky" Mateo said, laughing. They finished the lap and Ric stopped. "Want to share the polar bear and his sub? There were a few others that I haven't done before so we could share one of them or split up" Ric said. "Think the bear is going to bottom? I really don't want to be a live sex show for him while we do his sub" Mateo said. "The guy at the front desk said they were both looking, but you're right, he might just be looking for someone to tag his sub. They were the only pair we saw, other than Dan and Scotty. We can ask..." Ric said. They went back to the polar bear's room and looked in. They were still in the same spots, the bear on the bed, slowly stroking his average sized cock and the sub kneeling on his towel on the floor, watching. The bear looked to be a few inches taller than Ric and Mateo, beefy with a covering of white hair over his entire front which matched the dense beard on his face. His head was shaved, but that was the only part they could see that was. The sub was thin and hairless except for a small trimmed bush and his long hair tied up in a bun. Mateo was standing next to Ric in the doorway when Ric asked "What you guys lookin for?" The sub didn't move but the bear looked over both Ric and Mateo and licked his lips. "Uh... you two probably are more interested in my boy but I'd like to feel at least one of those nice pieces in me too" he said. Mateo smiled and replied "That sounds like a much better idea. You ever get fucked next to your boy?" The bear nodded 'no' and said "Most guys around here aren't interested in an old guy's ass. Too many college boys to fuck if they need a bottom." "Then you're gonna be tight and hungry for some dick, huh?" Mateo asked. The bear nodded, looking a little embarrassed but as his dick hardened a bit more, Mateo knew it also aroused him. "Let's see how good those lips feel" Mateo said, walking into the room first. The bear moved to the edge of the bed, bending over to take Mateo's quickly hardening cock into his mouth. Ric followed and walked up to the sub, looking down at him. He hadn't said a word, yet Ric knew from his face that he was eager to try something bigger than his Dom's cock. Mateo enjoyed the talented tongue and lips as they played with his cock and piercing. He expected an older bear to be experienced and he was, expertly prepping his cock for the coming fuck. Ric found the sub much less experienced and struggling to take more than a couple inches into his mouth. He spent a lot of time working over the foreskin and head, but Ric wanted his whole shaft to get some attention. Ric got more aggressive and found that was the key. With his hands on the sub's head, he worked his cock in deeper until his cock was nudging into the sub's throat. Ric looked over and while Mateo was enjoying his oral servicing, he was having to work for it. He imagined the sub's other hole was going to be even more work to get into. The bear pulled off Mateo's cock and growled "Take the damn dick" at the sub, before he took a deep breath and slowly pushed his face back on to Mateo's shaft. The further his cock slid into the sub's throat, the more Ric was surprised at the bottom's need to please his Dom. He didn't even need to get his cock all the way into the guy's throat, he was saving that for his ass. Ric slowly plowed his cock in and out of the sub's throat a few more minutes before pulling his cock all the way out. He tilted the guy's head up and smiled at him. The sub looked worried at first, but once he saw Ric's smile he knew that Ric was satisfied. Satisfied for the moment. "Move forward to the bed but knees stay on the floor" Ric said calmly. The sub turned before moving closer and resting his arms on the edge of the bed before looking back. Ric nodded and knelt down behind him. Ric felt some lube in the hole and shook his head, knowing from the greasy feeling that he wasn't going to want to taste it. Fingers and some spit would be the only prep he'd do on the sub. He knew that Mateo and the bear were watching him and wondered how long they would wait to start fucking. They didn't move until Ric had a pair of fingers easily twisting inside the sub's chute. Mateo had a much easier job and was sliding his cock into the bear's hole about the time Ric was giving the final few twists with three fingers. The bear's moan was low and sultry as Mateo drove his dick in to the base. Ric pushed the sub closer to the bed, so his head was over the edge. One hand pushed his face into the soiled mattress and the other guided his cock to the quivering hole. Even with the long prep, it was a tight fit. The lube and spit helped, but the sub was still writhing and groaning with each push. Slowly he started to relax and Ric was able to plow faster. With the cries from the sub calming down, Ric let up on his head and moved both hands to his shoulders. The bear was getting drilled, his moans and grunts showing how much he liked the bare dick that was using his ass. It took a few more minutes until Ric was able to match his boyfriend's pace. The leaking precum helped, but Ric knew the sub would be sore for a few days once he was done. He briefly wondered if the sub and Dom were sexual or just liked the power dynamic. It didn't matter, the bear's cock would never prepare the sub for the pounding he was getting now. Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock in the sub, but with the tightness he needed to vary the pace to delay his orgasm. Mateo was the first to cum, thrusting in hard and planting his load in as deep as he could. The bear moaned loudly, saying "Oh fuck yeah... I needed that so bad." Ric began to drill the sub harder, hearing him whimper as his chute got battered with each stroke. He looked over to the door and saw a few guys watching them fuck. Dan was behind Scotty, both of them grinning, with a thirties cub jacking his cock in time with Ric's thrusts. "Swallow it" Ric told Scotty, who nodded and dropped to his knees in front of the cub and opened his mouth. The cub grabbed Scotty's head and fucked his face a few times before filling Scotty's mouth with cum. Ric smiled and gave one hard shove before showering the sub's guts with his viral jizz. Seconds after Ric pulled out, the sub spun around and began to lick his cock clean. With the first lap came a whimper, as the sub tasted the cum mixture. Ric knew he had probably damaged the soft tissue inside the sub's chute and cum wasn't the only thing the he tasted. The bear didn't seem to be interested in cleaning Mateo off, so he moved next to Ric and offered his partially hard cock to the sub. Ric looked over and Scotty was getting back up and shared the cub's load with a long kiss with Dan. The bear muttered "Oh fuck" when he saw Mateo's back for the first time. Ric smiled at him as he rubbed the sub's head. He was sure the next conversation they had would be interesting, but he didn't want to stick around to find out. The cub had wandered off, followed by Dan and Scotty, so Ric and Mateo walked out of the small room and back towards the playroom to see if the tall guy was still around. -- There were two guys still waiting their turn on the tall guy's ass and Ric thought it was perfect since it would let their balls refill before they had another chance to fuck. Ric looked around and saw Jason standing in the corner in the same leather gear he always wore. Bobby was kneeling next to him watching the show. Ric walked over and saw a smile start to form on Jason's normally serious face. "How's it going, Jason?" Ric asked softly before nodding at Bobby to acknowledge him. "Fuckin' good. That bug of yours is pretty damn sneaky. It got Bobby and your old roommate. How are you doing?" Jason said with an evil grin. "Oh? I thought you weren't going to let Bobby tag him" Ric replied. He watched Bobby look up at him and smile. "I wasn't. I might have liked watching that piece of shit get fucked and used, but I wasn't planning on getting him charged up. Bobby didn't get the flu like I did but his viral load was more than enough to knock Steve up" Jason told him. "Oh wow. I bet he's pissed. Did you get him tested?" Ric asked. Jason nodded before explaining "We did. He was a very sick boy for a week and after he got over converting, I took him to the clinic. Toxic as fuck. Since I don't trust him, I locked his little prick up so he doesn't go out infecting unsuspecting people." "Fuck, I'd love to see that. I don't think I'd fuck him, but it would be good to see him caged and unable to use his proudest possession. So, has Bobby bred the guy in the sling? I heard he wanted something potent" Ric said. "No, I don't want him to be the only viral guy to breed him. All the poz guys that have fucked Shorty so far have been on meds. You going to do the deed?" Jason asked. Ric's cock twitched and he chuckled at the six foot seven inch bottom's nickname. After a short pause he replied "My boyfriend and I were thinking about it." "You should. He's been trying for a while" Jason said, grinning back at him. Mateo had been listening to the conversation and when the last guy pulled out of Shorty, he approached. A firm tug impaled his stiff cock inside the sloppy hole and made Shorty cry out. He pushed him away and then speared the hole again, repeating the same motion over a dozen times. The bottom may have been lubed with several cum loads, but the abuse from Mateo's pierced cock was tearing him up just like the bear earlier. A few guys had been drawn in by the large scorpion tattoo on Mateo's back to watch them fuck. Fifteen minutes of plowing the battered hole accompanied by numerous "knock him up", "own his ass" and "poz the slut" had Mateo ready to shoot. The bottom had finally realized that he was about to get a charged load of cum and began begging for it. Spurts of bug filled cum joined what was left from the previous guys. Ric whispered to Jason and seconds later was taking the leash from his hand. He led Bobby over to the sling, moving his grip to the other end of the leash next to the leather collar and told him softly to breed the bottom. Ric's stiff shaft nestled between Bobby's butt crack and he felt it clench when Shorty bottomed out on Bobby's shaft. A few more swings and Bobby's dick was driving into the cum soaked hole with an even rhythm. Ric lined his cock up and the next time the bottom drove back down on Bobby's cock, Ric shoved his cock in. Bobby groaned, feeling the cock that had knocked him up once again stretching him open. A few more times and Bobby began fucking back on Ric's dick and into the bottom's hole. "You like knocking up Steve?" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear. A moaned "Mmhmm" came out of Bobby's mouth while the three continued to fuck. "I hope your master lets you do more" Ric said softly. "He is" Bobby said breathlessly as an ass slammed back on his cock and Ric's shaft planted itself deep inside him. Ric could feel that Bobby was getting close. With most guys, he'd pinch or twist their nipples, but for Bobby he slipped two fingers inside the collar, making it dig into his throat. Bobby whimpered and thrust in when the bottom swung back the next time. After two more full length drives, Bobby grabbed Shorty's legs and buried his cock in, holding it there. Ric felt the pulses as Bobby's ring milked his cock. "Yeah... That's it. Breed that neg hole" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear after he pumped few shots in. While his load didn't go into Shorty's ass, his bug did. Bobby got another charged load in his ass too as Ric unloaded several ropes of seed. They slowly pulled away and Ric led him back to Jason, handing the leash over. "That was fuckin hot" Jason said, grinning at Ric. There was a pause and he then said "You know, you own him as much as I do. He's yours to use any time you want." -- Mateo and Ric talked it over, not knowing all the info, yet. They weren't sure of the costs or how they would split the rent, but it seemed to solve their housing for the next year with Mateo graduating at the end of fall semester and starting work. Mateo wouldn't be able to stay in the dorms once he'd graduated and while Ric knew he'd miss the dorms it was time to move on. "Are you interested in staying in your apt with 2 roommates?" Ric sent to Taylor. He got back a simple confused reply of "???" from Taylor. "Talked w/Peter at bh. said he was moving out and u wanted to keep apt, but too much $$$" was followed by "bf & I need a place next yr. Thought we could take Peter's bedroom and split w/ u. Still avail? how much?" Ric sent back. "OMG that sounds gr8" Taylor sent back, followed by "Let me talk to rental co." ----------------------------- THE END Thanks for reading

Chapter 7.3 - Out-side, Pushing In The four guys sat at the table in the dorm cafeteria eating dinner when Scotty said "I never knew how many gay guys there were on the floor." Ric and Mateo chuckled before Ric said "I kind of told some of them to respect your relationship and desire to be in the closet. I knew you'd come out eventually. Have you been hooking up with any of them?" Scotty blushed and Dan laughed. "All but one that I know of and we're working on him. Did you know that Will does porn? It was really hot to swap loads with a porn star" Dan said. Ric smiled, not wanting to tell him that he'd been with two guys that have done porn. "It's kind of cool to see you guys getting more adventurous. Being out isn't all that scary, is it?" he said. "A couple people have made rude comments and we haven't told our parents yet but it's been a lot better than I thought" Dan said. "Do it on your own pace. Have you left your mark on anyone yet?" Mateo asked. Both Dan and Scotty got big grins on their faces. "Yeah, a few. We ran into the guys we did with Ric at the bathhouse a few days after that first time. They were eager for us to fuck them again, but like the first time, they got scared after we came in them. It was the same the next two times we saw them and then they didn't show up for a couple weeks. We really got turned on when we found out they were our first" Dan said. Scotty looked really excited and added "I hooked up with a guy upstairs a few times. He likes to flip which was new to me. He was surprised when he converted, he thought I was undetectable but he never asked." Dan nodded before saying "I did a guy that kept flirting with me at the gym. He always wore a wrestling singlet to workout in. It looked hot, but that thing came off really fast in the locker room. I thought he'd get turned off when I told him I was poz, but it didn't slow him at all. He loved doing it in the shower stalls and sometimes we'd have guys watch. I expect stuff like that at the bathhouse, not in the athletic center." -- Mateo had been tapping out a conversation on his phone for the past hour before he stopped and looked at Ric. "When is your next frat party with Devon?" he asked. "Uh... This Saturday. I hope it's not going to mess up your plans" Ric replied. Mateo snickered and replied "That's what I thought. I was actually trying to find something to do while you left me at home. My project is finally done and I have some free time." "I can cancel if you want to do something. It's the last one of the semester, though" Ric said after a short pause. "No, I know how much you like getting dressed up and eating expensive food. Besides, I got a couple guys that asked about hiring me for the night. One was for a fraternity party at a ritzy hotel. Would it be too weird if I was there with another guy?" Mateo asked. Ric laughed before telling Mateo "I don't have a problem with it. I think the only person that would be there that knows we're partners is Devon and he knows we're open. I won't tell him you're doing it for money. We can ignore each other or be friendly, it depends on what your client is comfortable with." Mateo sighed with relief. "OK. It sounds like he only wants someone for the social part. I won't be fucking his brains out like you will with Devon. I think I'll do the job. It could be fun to see you socialize with the rich folks" he said. -- "Holy shit... Is that your boyfriend?" Devon asked as they stood to the side looking over the crowd. "Yeah, some guy asked if he'd be his date for the night and he said yes since I was going to be out with you" Ric replied. "Damn, I've never seen Marcus with a guy. Usually it's some hot sorority girl that he's got his hands all over" Devon said. "It's probably best if you don't tell... Marcus you know Mateo" Ric said, getting a nod back. "Oh, how are Sami and Mick doing? I haven't seen them tonight" Ric asked. "Both are doing OK. Sami went on meds right away. His conversion was really hard and he was scared he'd have AIDS before he graduated. He's the house cumdump though and will take anyone's dick. Mick escaped our bugs. I have no idea how and Sami is pissed at him for it" Devon replied. "Did he get tested? Not everyone gets sick during conversion. I know some guys that were toxic as fuck for a couple months until they found out" Ric said. Devon chuckled and replied "I don't think so. That would be pretty wild. I know he's fucked quite a few guys." They continued to talk until Marcus came over. "Hi Devon. I bet you're a little surprised" Marcus said as he walked up to them. He was tall, about Devon's height but more muscled with perfectly cut blond hair. Marcus looked at home in his tux and his manicured nails showed that he probably had never gotten them dirty in his life. There wasn't a mark on his body, nor any jewelry that Ric could see. "A little... Is this your date for tonight?" Devon asked, seeing Mateo smile back at him. Devon didn't make any hints that he'd met Mateo several times and usually naked. Ric wondered where the nice suit that his boyfriend was wearing came from, since he'd never seen it before. "Yes it is. Matt, this is Devon. He's a friend in one of the other houses. Devon is the one that gave me the confidence to finally come out" Marcus said with no hesitation. Introductions were made and Ric shook his boyfriend's hand, giving him a wink. Ric finally knew what name Mateo used when he hired out and found it funny since Mateo was always quick to correct anyone that called him that normally. They talked a while, sipping on champagne and noticing a lot of people look their way. "I never thought that you were queer, Marcus. Why come out now instead of waiting until you graduate in a month?" Devon asked. "It was just getting too hard to fake being straight. Every time I'd see you at one of these events with a stud next to you, I'd get envious. You were out and no one seemed to make an issue of it. The hardest part was finding a date that was as hot as yours" Marcus said, grinning. "Well, congratulations. Expect some comments, but most will be good. I hope you got a room tonight so you can celebrate all night long" Devon replied, winking at Marcus. "Uh... Thanks... but we're just friends. I did get a room but that's because I know that most of my house is going to continue the party back there until breakfast and I need to get some sleep" Marcus replied. The four moved toward the dance floor once their glasses were empty. Ric saw several people come up to Marcus and make comments to him and Mateo. His boyfriend was smoothly dancing with both Marcus and the other guests. Some came over and danced with Ric and Devon too, with Ric grinding on more than a few asses and getting groped repeatedly by supposedly straight guys and a few women. While Ric checked on his boyfriend a few times during the night, he left him alone to do his job. Marcus' comment about using the hotel room just to sleep disappointed him, but he figured Mateo would try to convince him for at least a little action. As the last few songs got played, Ric swapped spots with Mateo but his dancing got much more erotic. Mateo did the same with Devon and Ric could see them talking. As the music ended and the lights came up Ric made his way back to Devon. He watched his boyfriend and client say goodbye to a few people and then head towards the door. Mateo followed Marcus down the hall to the elevator and up to the ninth floor. He'd told Marcus up front that a social event was one fee and any additional activities would be extra. He'd come prepared and had a few packets of lube and some condoms in his pocket. As expected, the alcohol and dancing had made sure that Marcus' hormones were racing through his body. They got to the room where Mateo would find out just how far Marcus wanted to go or if he was heading home. They walked inside and Marcus turned and planted his lips on Mateo's. "I hope you don't have to go home right away" Marcus started out. A smile came over Mateo's face. "Well, you know the deal. It's totally up to you" he said. "Did you bring condoms?" Marcus asked. "I did, but you really should bring your own in the future. How much experience do you have with guys?" Mateo asked. "About six over the past couple years. It's kind of hard to find guys that I trust to keep it quiet" Marcus said. "Well, you won't have to worry about that any more" Mateo replied. He could tell that the conversation was killing the vibe so he just went for it. Mateo pushed the tux coat off Marcus' shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "Ready to have some fun?" Mateo asked with a grin and watched Marcus nod 'yes'. The shirt got unbuttoned while Marcus unbuckled his belt let his pants drop. With Marcus standing there in his underwear, it was now Mateo's turn to strip. "Damn, you're even sexier naked. Those pictures don't really do you justice" Marcus said as Mateo pressed on top of each of his shoulders. Marcus was on his knees, still wearing a pair of CK briefs and a pair of black dress socks. He stared at Mateo's cock a moment and then looked up. "Do you take this out?" he asked, fixated on the metal piercing. "Not unless I have to. Try it, just watch your teeth" Mateo replied. Marcus held the stiffening shaft with one hand and his tongue started to lick over the piercing and head. While Mateo assumed this was his first pierced cock, Marcus did a good job playing with it with his tongue and avoiding any chipped teeth. He wasn't as successful on the first few tries of getting it into his throat, but he kept trying and finally got it in. Mateo looked back and saw he had a good ten feet to get over to the bed. He let Marcus suck and slobber on his dick for several more minutes before pushing his head off his fully hard cock. He tilted Marcus' head back and nodded with his head toward the bed. Marcus gave a quick nod and stood, quickly walking over to the bed and looking back. When he got to the edge, Mateo said "That's good. Just bend over..." He pulled the packets out of his pocket, followed Marcus and set them down on the bed. Mateo knelt behind him and pulled the briefs down. Marcus' body trembled and Mateo knew how nervous he was. A hand gently caressing each mound calmed Marcus a bit but the tongue that lapped from his balls up to his tight ring got him relaxed and moaning. Mateo was glad that all he tasted was Marcus' scent and while he might not have a ton of experience bottoming, he knew to prepare for it. The next few minutes got a pair of fingers fully planted and twisting around alternating with his tongue. The hole slowly relaxed along with the rest of Marcus' body. Unlike his boyfriend, Mateo didn't dread putting on a condom. He'd rather have covered sex than no sex and with clients he usually played safe unless they told them they wanted it bare. While his tongue dug into the slick hole, he reached over and picked up a condom. Mateo's tongue and fingers were only off his pucker for a moment to roll the sheath on his cock, but Marcus whined softly at the lack of attention. Once it was slicked up, Mateo dripped some more lube on the throbbing ring and lined up. Marcus moaned the second that he felt the covered tip hit his hole. His cock nudged in a few times before Marcus relaxed. With the piercing and head inside, Mateo's hips rolled, plunging his cock deeper into Marcus' chute. "Oh my god that feels good... I've been waiting all night for this" Marcus moaned out. "Yeah? Feels good for me too" Mateo said, driving his next few thrusts deeper. He chuckled to himself hearing that Marcus was planning on sex all along. "Oh fuck! There's more?" Marcus asked, causing Mateo to laugh. "Just a bit. You want it all?" he asked. "Not sure I can..." Marcus replied. "Let's find out" Mateo said, moving his hands to Marcus' shoulders, gripping firmly and planting his hips on the lightly haired butt. Marcus gasped and trembled a bit, but Mateo pulled back and drove in as deep as he could with his hips bouncing off the mounds this time. Thus began the next several minutes drilling the surprisingly willing hole. Marcus' moans slowly turned into groans about the same time Mateo wanted to change positions. He gave a few final thrusts and pulled off. The soft whine returned, making Mateo grin. Obviously Marcus wasn't ready to stop. "Climb on the bed and lay on your back" Mateo told him calmly. Marcus followed directions, but pulled his legs back and exposed both his eager hole and a very stiff cock almost resting on his stomach. Mateo dripped more lube on the hole and then rubbed the last of the packet over his covered cock. Climbing on the bed, he lined his cock up and slid back inside. Marcus grinned back at him as the speed built back up. A pair of legs rested on Mateo's shoulders while he'd been plowing with long strokes. Mateo began to shove harder, watching Marcus tug on his own cock with one hand and trying to time their orgasms together. He had been thrusting in several minutes when he yelled out "FUCK!" and pulled back out. Shreds of latex hung off his cock which he quickly discarded. The familiar whine came from Marcus before he asked "What?" "The condom broke. Just a second" Mateo replied. "Shove it back in! I need you back inside me" Marcus cried out. Mateo froze, staring back at him and not reaching over for the other condom packet. "You know the risk" he replied calmly. "I don't care! I need to feel your cock inside me. I'm so close it hurts!" Marcus yelled back. He had seen it happen several times before, a bottom's desire for safe sex went out the window once they felt a cock pounding them. Marcus was no different and the minute it would take Mateo to put the new condom on and get it lubed would be too long. The pleading look on Marcus' face confirmed it and was immediately replaced by a euphoric expression the instant that he felt Mateo's bare shaft planted inside him again. Seconds later, he was back drilling Marcus' chute, this time with much more feeling of his bare cock on Marcus' guts. "Oh my god!" Marcus cried out as he stroked his cock even harder. Whether he knew he was working his ass muscles around Mateo's cock or not, it got both of them closer every second that passed. Mateo started to grunt as he fought off his orgasm while Marcus just moaned louder. The first rope of Marcus' cum flew over his head, the second and third landed on his face while the rest covered his chest and stomach. The third of Marcus' shots was the one that brought Mateo along for the ride. He may have been planning on pulling out and showering Marcus' front side with his charged load, but he was just too used to cumming inside a guy. After the last pulse, Mateo stood there a minute as both of them recovered. He pulled his still rigid cock free and lowered Marcus back to the bed before laying next to him. "Damn, that was the best sex I've ever had. It felt so good after the condom broke. I've never felt a guy fuck me without one before and when I felt your cock throb inside of me when you came it was amazing" Marcus said after laying there breathing heavily for a few minutes. Mateo laid there a few more moments before he replied "Yeah, that was good." He wondered how long he should stay but when he remembered that Ric was with Devon, there wasn't a reason to hurry home. Marcus nuzzled his head on Mateo's shoulder and softly rubbed his hand over Mateo's chest. A minute later he was sleeping which made Mateo chuckle. He closed his eyes and was asleep, too, a few minutes later. He woke almost two hours later. The lights in the room were still on and a pair of eyes were staring at him. The hand on his cock wasn't his and it slowly started to stroke, taking it from stiff to hard as a rock. Marcus asked "Can we do it again?" His tone had lost most of the confidence from earlier and Mateo thought he might even be embarrassed asking. Mateo smiled and winked at him. "If you want. I only have one more condom, though" he said, rubbing his hand over Marcus's back. "No rubber this time. I want to see what it's like bare the whole time" Marcus said, a little more sure of himself once Mateo hadn't told him 'no'. "It's your choice. Is there anything you haven't done before you'd like to try?" Mateo asked. Marcus shook his head 'no' before saying "Do what you like to do." A grin covered Mateo's face as he rolled over and moved between Marcus' legs. "Just let me know if I get too rough" he said, lifting both legs up. Marcus grabbed his legs, pulling them back like before, exposing his now bruised hole. Mateo licked a pair of fingers and rubbed around the ring before pushing in. It felt a little slick but he knew that some of his load from their first fuck had soaked in. Two gobs of spit rubbed over his shaft was all the lube he was going to give Marcus to start. He teased the hole with the piercing and tip of his cock for several seconds before Marcus said "The ring... you're leaving it in?" "Yeah, you took it before. Now you get to feel it as it goes in. I wish it was bigger like a friend of mine's, but it still feels good" Mateo said right before he pushed harder and felt the ring and mushroom head drag past the tight entrance. He stopped just barely inside and looked at Marcus' face. His eyes were wide and mouth open, yet he didn't say anything. Mateo grinned and pulled back out, keeping his eyes glued on Marcus' to see his response. Another push took him back inside and once again, he watched Marcus closely. This time he got a gasp. He repeated this a few more times, getting Marcus used to feeling his cock enter him. After six times, Mateo plowed deeper making the gasp last longer. Mateo held back the moan that was trying to escape his mouth. The tight chute gripped his shaft and it was only helped by a little leftover cum and some slowly leaking precum from his dick. From there, he slowly increased the pace. While the strokes were firm, he wasn't pounding Marcus' hole. Not yet, anyway. Mateo gave a firm shove, moving closer to Marcus and then leaning forward. Marcus rested his legs on Mateo's shoulders and braced his hands on the bed. The sinister grin on Mateo's face told him the slow fuck was about to get more intense. A dozen strokes had Mateo's hips slapping into Marcus' ass, pulling back three quarters length and driving back in. Marcus's face may have looked a little worried, but he hadn't said anything. The drilling varied from firm to hard and back. When he started to hear pained groans from Marcus, Mateo pulled out drooling a few ropes of spit down over the battered hole and shoved back in. The added slickness let him easily plow all the way in and thrust harder. It let him drag the fuck out a few more minutes but he felt the cum start to rise. "Almost there... You want me to pull out?" Mateo asked breathlessly. Marcus shook his head 'no' and then told him "It felt so good before. I want more." "I'm gonna own your ass then" Mateo growled out as he jabbed his cock in, first to the left and then to the right. A few last thrusts and he buried his cock in deep, feeling his cock throb as ropes of cum flooded Marcus' gut. "Oh shit!" Marcus yelled out after the second pulse and he began to shoot his own load over his chest. Like with Marcus, Mateo's second load was smaller than the first but still enough to coat the battered chute. He rocked his hips after the last spurt, looking at Marcus' face to see if he'd been to rough. "No one's ever made me cum without me stroking before. That was wild!" he said, with a large grin on his face. "You ever try licking a cock after it's fucked you?" Mateo asked and the shocked look on Marcus' face gave him the answer without a word being uttered. Mateo pulled out slowly, trying to leave as much cum inside as he could. After rolling over on to his back, Marcus crawled between his legs and gave a few tentative laps of his tongue. "If you cleaned out good enough, you won't have to worry. The tongue licked a few more times before Marcus took it in his mouth. Moans came out of both of them while he sucked and slurped. With the last of the cum in his stomach, Marcus crawled back next to Mateo, laying on his side as his hand caressed Mateo's chest. The light got flicked off and both were soon sound asleep. The morning fuck in the shower had Marcus bent over, getting one last short plowing and six ropes of cum painted over his well fucked tunnel. They cleaned up and Mateo left the room with two envelopes in his pocket and a smile on his face.

Chapter 7.2 - A Brief Escape Ric and Mateo sat on the bleachers, watching the match. "Damn, my feet can't move like that. I don't know how he does that and not fall on his face" Mateo said. Ric laughed as he continued to scope out the players. A few minutes later, Gustavo came up and sat next to them, still sweaty from his own match. "How's it going? Here to watch your boyfriend?" Ric asked. "Yes. I wish I could see the whole game. Has he scored?" Gustavo asked. "Not in the game, yet. But I'm sure he will after" Mateo said. It took a moment before Gustavo understood the comment and then laughed. "I hope so" he replied. "I guess the team took the news OK? He's still playing at least" Ric said. "Yes, it worked out well. He just needs to start his medication soon. It gave a couple of the other players a chance to come out, too. I think he is playing better since he is more relaxed not having to hide his secret" Gustavo said. "How about you? Are you going to start medication too?" Ric asked. "I haven't decided. I think he wants me to wait" Gustavo replied. They continued to watch the match and Gustavo cheered when João kicked a perfect corner shot for their team to take the lead. Gustavo was cheering louder than anyone at the field. When things settled down, Ric felt his work phone vibrate. He took a look and it was a message from Rawson. "U n bf have passport? Need some help" it said. He nudged Mateo and showed him the message. Mateo nodded 'yes' and went back to watching the game. "Both. what kind of help?" he sent back, wondering what Rawson was planning now. "Can u do 3day wkend next wk? need off screen helpers" Rawson asked. "where?" Ric asked and got "P Vallarta. flt/hotel/food covered" as a reply. Ric showed the rest of the messages to Mateo and got a grin and a nod back. The six AM flight with three bags of equipment to take was a pain, but they got to the all inclusive resort by noon. "You got the afternoon off, meet for dinner at seven in the lobby. Tomorrow is a work day starting at ten AM, so don't party too hard tonight" Rawson said. Ric chuckled at how serious Rawson got when it came to work. Ric and Mateo went up to their room and waited for their lone bag to show up by the porter. "Want to go into town and shop around?" Mateo asked as he pulled his shorts and shirt off. "Yeah, we should see the sights anyway instead of fucking all afternoon" Ric replied. "Mmmhmm, we can do that all night" Mateo said before chuckling. They spent the next fifteen minutes groping each other's almost naked bodies until there was a knock at the door. Ric opened it, wearing only a jockstrap. The porter grinned as he brought the bag into the room and placed it on the stand. Ric handed him a tip and told him "Gracias." "Have fun" the guy replied and Ric laughed to himself at the porter speaking almost perfect English. "Do we really look like all the other Americans?" Mateo asked rhetorically. The shower was quick and they changed into some clean clothes. The walk was several blocks to get from the hotel to the shopping area. They wandered around, getting a few small souvenirs at a couple different shops. They hadn't uttered a word in English since they left their room, trying to not be the usual American tourist. Ric nudged Mateo as they walked down a street and said "I think we're being followed. Think they're going to rob us?" "I noticed that too. Turn right at the next corner and stop against the building to see" Mateo said. They got ten paces from the corner when they heard one of the guys behind him say in accented English "Nice American asses. Tight and hungry I'm sure." Both Ric and Mateo snickered as they stopped and turned around. They looked over the two local guys that were dressed in long basketball shorts and jerseys, one for the Lakers and one for the Heat, and baseball caps turned backwards. They were both a few inches shorter than Ric, one clean shaven and the other with a ragged beard. The bearded guy had a lot of ink and the other just a few tats on his arms. "We got some horny locals. Think they can handle a pair of studs from across the border?" Ric asked in Spanish, grinning. "No... too thin. You would easily split them in two" Mateo replied. He smiled and saw the confused looks on the locals. He knew they weren't expecting the tables to get turned on them. "No, no. We are the ones that want to fuck you" the bearded guy said. Ric shook his head and told him "We prefer to be the ones on top. At least you didn't want to steal our money." Mateo saw they still looked confused, but the shaven guy said "We are good... you can pay us if you want." Ric laughed again and replied "I don't think so. Guys pay us for sex, we don't pay." As Mateo looked over the guys he decided to take a chance. "Show us what you got. Biggest gets to fuck the smaller guy. I get you and he gets him" pointing first at the shaved guy, then at the bearded guy and finally at Ric. Ric snickered and liked Mateo's idea. "Got a place?" Ric asked, not wanting to go back to the hotel with two strangers. The locals looked surprised, but the bearded one said "There's an alley close by." They followed along, now being the one to watch the other guy's asses. The shorts were loose and the shirts hung down too far to let them get a look, but Mateo noticed that they looked a little nervous. The locals turned into an alley and then went behind a building. Ric looked around and the only window he could see was boarded up. "Two minutes to get hard, then show it" Mateo said, starting the timer on his phone. Ric was already partially hard, but he unzipped his shorts and pulled the shaft out of the jock's pouch. The other guy was stroking, but facing away and Mateo blocked the other guys' view of Ric. "Time" Mateo said and moved out of the way. The bearded guy turned around and held his cock proudly until he saw Ric's shaft. "Dios mio!" he said, knowing he was out-gunned by a few centimeters. Ric took the phone and said "Next two... Go" as he restarted the timer. Mateo faced him and got his dick hard. Mateo won, but only by a centimeter in length and a couple in circumference. "Let's see that hungry ass" Ric said. The guy looked back at him in shock, not expecting to have to go through with the bet. Ric didn't really care if he put out or not, he enjoyed surprising them and getting to fuck a local would just be a bonus. Slowly the bearded guy moved to the wall and pushed his shorts and briefs down before tugging his shirt off. Ric stroked his cock with some spit and then knelt down and spread the furry butt apart. He spit a few times on the hole and worked it in with a pair of fingers. He didn't want to get caught, so it was going to be a quick fuck. Ric stood up, briefly looking at the large gothic cross tattoo on the bearded guy's back and pushed his cock to the trembling hole. A hand covered the guy's mouth and Ric pushed in. While it took a few tries, his cock went in easier than he expected and the cries were quieter too. Once Ric's cock was inside a few inches, Mateo looked at the other guy and said "Your turn." Ric watched his boyfriend penetrate the other guy and realized that both of the locals were no strangers to taking dick. They may have acted like tops, but they were probably just as versatile as Ric and Mateo were. They fucked the guys quickly, not wanting to get caught having sex in public in another country. Ten minutes after he pushed in, Ric was the first to cum. The moan from his bottom affirmed his thought that they just wanted sex and he didn't mind getting bred by a stranger. Mateo lasted a couple minutes longer, leaving Ric to churn his load inside the bearded guy. They pulled out together and when the bottoms didn't turn around to clean their cocks, they just pulled up their underwear and shorts before heading back to the main street. It took a couple blocks before Ric said "That worked out damn good, but I'm going to need some time to refill." Once they got back to the hotel, they showered quickly before going down to the pool. It was a relaxing time with Ric and Mateo drinking and laughing about not getting mugged. The group shared a table for dinner and they met one of the actors who lived locally. Ric noticed that Rawson was on the phone for most of the dinner and didn't look too happy. Most of the group finished dinner and were enjoying their drinks when Rawson finally got off the phone. "Eddie got stopped at immigration. He's persona non grata in Mexico. We're going to be short one scene. Uh... Ric?" Rawson said, giving Ric a pair of sad puppy eyes. Everyone laughed as they all looked at Ric for his response. "I have spare contracts..." Ari said. Mateo nudged Ric and wordlessly asked if he was up for filling in. Ric's mind had a different idea and he whispered to Mateo "What about our hookup earlier? Think they might be interested?" A huge smile came over Mateo's face. "Maybe, but I might have a better idea" Ric said before telling everyone about the two guys they fucked earlier. "We can go look to see if they're lurking around tomorrow and interested. Do you have those contracts in Spanish?" Ric asked. Ari nodded and Ric suggested "Let's get the other two scenes done early tomorrow. Maybe start at nine and then we can go and search for the locals. I think they're both vers, so the scene could go either way." Rawson smiled, replying "I love taking local dick whenever I travel so hopefully they like my ass." The two scenes in the morning went smoothly and Ric liked the spacious suite that Rawson had. He and Mateo helped set up lights and reflectors besides trying to stay out of the way. Before the second scene started, the cameraman brought in the porter from the day before. It was obvious that the cameraman had spent some time with the guy, probably naked. He stood in front of Mateo, watching the porn scene take place. Ric got a few shots with the spare camera on the second scene and he decided he wasn't very good at it. At one point, Ric looked back and Mateo's hand was in the back of the porter's uniform pants with the porter's head leaned back on Mateo's shoulder while he got fingered. Before long, the second scene was complete. Ric looked around and didn't see Mateo until he looked out on the balcony and found Mateo balls deep in the porter. He thought about joining him, but decided to save his load in case the scene with the locals didn't work out. "How was he?" Ric asked as they walked back to their room. "Already loaded and really good. He said the camera dude fucked him all last night and the manager gave him one this morning when he started his shift" Mateo replied. They showered and dressed, walking out of the hotel on their mission to find the horny locals from the day before. They covered most of the shopping area that they had been in the day before and hadn't found them. Next they wandered over to a nearby park and they saw the pair sitting on a bench. "Hola" Ric said as they got close. He chuckled when he saw their shocked expressions, knowing they were probably still a little sore from the previous day's activities and even more surprised that Ric and Mateo remembered them. They explained the situation and wondered if the locals would be interested in fucking a porn star on video. Ric pulled his phone out and showed them a few of Rawson's pictures and a short video clip. He watched the guys look at each other and then smile. "OK, I need to send your pictures to him to make sure you match our descriptions. OK?" Ric said. Ric texted the pics over and a minute later got a reply "Oh fuck yeah. Sending Ari with the contracts. Where?" They were surprised when the locals read over the contracts rather than just signing them. The locals did seem concerned about the "unprotected sex" clause that told them that their partner(s) were untested, but in the end they signed and agreed with Ari about their expected payment. They looked at Ric for confirmation that the deal was good. "You can trust him" Ric told the locals. "Where do you want to film this?" the bearded guy asked. "How about where we did it yesterday?" Mateo asked. "Will it be safe? We won't get interrupted or reported there? Is it a public place?" Ari fired off. "It's a private alley. Behind my uncle's shop. We use it many times. There will be no problems" the clean shaven guy said. With a time set for a few hours later, Ric, Mateo and Ari got a ride back to the hotel. They filled Rawson in and suggested the scene to unfold like Ric and Mateo's shopping trip the day before, except Rawson was going to get the local's dicks. Ric, Mateo, and the cameraman took one taxi with the equipment, followed by Rawson and Ari in a second cab. They got to the alley and met the locals, Luis and Pablo, who were looking nervous. A gate was closed across the alley entrance that Ric didn't remember seeing the day before. The cameraman scoped out the area behind the building and smiled. "We need to hurry or the light will go to shit" he said. He finished getting set up and they started by getting a few shots of Rawson walking down the street with Luis and Pablo following him. Ric had the second camera and got a few shots of the locals plotting their moves and rubbing their crotches. Once they had the intro shots, it was time to film the real action. Ric handed both Luis and Pablo a dick pill. "Trust me, they may stop and start a few times and this will take care of you losing the mojo" he told them. He gave them a few tips on what to do and what to avoid and the locals looked happy that he was helping them out. When they restarted filming, the locals caught up to Rawson on the street, just before the alley and said "That's some nice gringo ass. Want to show it to us?" Rawson first looked surprised but a smile came over his face before they pushed past the gate, closing it behind them. Once behind the building hands groped over the three bodies and Rawson found himself kneeling with two uncut dicks in front of him. The blowjob was long and the cameraman got it from a couple different angles as Rawson moved between both hard dicks. Halfway through, Luis and Pablo pulled their shirts off and stood there only with sneakers and ball caps on. Ric wasn't sure that the pills were really needed, but they gave everyone confidence that the two cocks would stay hard. He could sense the locals were now both excited. "Are you always this quiet when you hookup with guys like this?" Ric asked during a quick break while some loud trucks drove down the street. He saw the two guys nod 'no' before a grin came over their faces. "Do what you normally do. Some Spanish and English would be good. Not too much, though" he said. Rawson looked up at him and smiled. They finished up the oral part and then had Rawson on his feet and turned around. He was no stranger to back alley sex and Rawson braced against the wall and spread his legs. Pablo, the bearded one, added some spit to Rawson's hole and worked it in quickly. Another gob of spit and he was pushing his hard, bare cock in. They had to reshoot the penetration since Pablo blocked the cameraman's view, but with a quick explanation from both Ric and Rawson the second take looked much better. Pablo covered Rawson's mouth before he shoved in harder and began to drill, just like Ric had done to him the day before. Ric grabbed a few more shots, one of Luis watching and stroking while his buddy fucked a porn star. Pablo started to pound faster and then suddenly pulled out. Luis was driving into Rawson's ass a second later. Ric now focused the camera on Pablo gently stroking while it was his turn to watch. They swapped again, this time both Luis and Pablo were more vocal, mostly in Spanish, calling Rawson a good slut along with several more demeaning comments. Once again, when Pablo started to get too close, he traded places with Luis. After they swapped again, Ric could tell they weren't going to last much longer. Pablo was the first to unload inside Rawson's hole, with Ric laying on his back aiming the camera up from below. Pablo tripped over Ric as he tried to make way for Luis and they did a quick re-shoot again. Ric also had to clean the camera lens from a drop of cum before they were able to continue with Luis' final fuck. The camera caught Luis' cock slipping inside the cum soaked hole and then he began to pound Rawson. He lasted only a few minutes before the orgasm took over. Once again, Ric had cum dripping down on to the camera as Luis pulled out. The cameraman took over and caught the battered hole leaking the local's seed. Mateo tossed the locals a pair of towels and then gave one to Rawson. "I hope it looked as good as it felt. You guys were great!" Rawson told Luis and Pablo. The cameraman nodded and Ric told them that they did a great job. Ric's phone buzzed and it was Ari. He read the message and walked out to the taxi that Ari had been waiting in. Ari asked how things went. "I think it went great. They looked nervous before the shoot, but it disappeared as soon as we started filming" Ric said. "Can I see the camera?" Ari asked and Ric handed it over. He watched some of Ric's footage and a smile came over his face. "Very nice. Here are the payments for them. Please tell them 'thank you' for me" Ari told Ric, passing him two envelopes and then the camera. Ric walked back to the alley and saw the group talking. "Are you happy with what you got?" Ric asked the cameraman. "Oh hell yeah. These guys were an awesome find" he told Ric. Ric walked over to Luis and Pablo who were talking to Mateo and Rawson in Spanish. Ric looked at Rawson and grinned, surprised at how well he could take part in the conversation. "Do you always try and fuck the tourists?" Mateo asked the locals. "Yes. It's easy. They all are looking for some local meat and leche. There must be a lot of... bottoms up north" Pablo said. Ric, Mateo and Rawson all nodded. "Ari says thanks for your good work. Here is your pay. I hope you had fun" Ric told the locals. He watched them open the envelopes and thumb through the bills. Both guys looked surprised and Ric remembered doing the same thing after he got paid for his first shoot. Ric got a big hug from both of them and they thanked him for giving them the chance to do the scene. The other four packed up the gear and said their goodbyes to Luis and Pablo before taking the taxis back to the hotel. "Meet downstairs at six in the bar" Rawson said to the group as they walked into the lobby. Ric and Mateo went to their room and were almost naked before the door was closed. The next hour was filled with grunts, groans and bodies slamming together. "Too bad Marco wasn't here to watch us rut like animals" Ric said as he laid there, his balls empty and his ass full of cum. Mateo laughed and looked at him, shaking his head. They showered and went down to the bar. They were sipping on their beers when Ari, Rawson and the cameraman joined them. Ric figured that they had worked while he and Mateo had played. "That might be the best scene of the three we did. I can't believe how good those guys looked. Thanks for finding them" Rawson said. "I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but they really surprised me. I wish some of the pros were that easy to work with" the cameraman said. "You got some great shots too, Ric. This is going to be so fuckin easy to edit together" Rawson said. They continued talking and drinking until they headed to the restaurant for dinner. Ric and Mateo ended up in the hotel club after dinner, dancing most of the night. While they got a few looks, most didn't seem to mind a couple gay guys dancing together. The group had a late breakfast before taking the shuttle to the airport. After take-off, Ric settled in, trying to take a nap when Rawson came up. "You really took control during that shoot. Your camera work is pretty good too. Have you ever thought about becoming a director? And not just for adult stuff, mainstream too. I think you'd be really good" he told Ric. "It might make a fun part time thing, but I don't really want to do it as a career" Ric replied. Rawson gave him a wink and headed back to his seat.

Tempted to start this one going again. Thoughts?

Be careful what you ask for? 😉 Walking around with a dildo of any length, or girth, for any length of time isn’t going to do anything to “hollow out” your hole inside. You’re already “hollow”. The tissues that expand to accommodate the dildo are very elastic and somewhat mobile by design in order to manage the passage of masses of material of various sizes and densities on their way outward. It doesn’t matter how long you leave the dildo in, your internal structures are going to generally return to their ready state. That 11” dildo, because of its length, is going to straighten out the S-bend in your Sigmoid colon, but it’s not going to stay straightened out, and you wouldn’t want it to. As soon as you pull the dildo out it will go back to its ‘S’ shape again. You can, however, modify the flexibility of some tissues, particularly the anal ring, through prolonged stretching. Under all but regular extreme stretching (say, daily forearm fisting) the anus will still be able to return to a closed state, but will have gained the capacity to stretch widely without trauma. The rectum itself can already accommodate a certain volume, and is composed of a different type of muscle tissue, so you can’t expect to work it the same way. I’m not sure what the effect of regular or prolonged deep penetration with large-girth objects is on the sphincter at the sigmoid junction. My own experience suggests that it does reduce the resistance of the sphincter to large penetration, but I also get the sense that it retracts to a normal state after a period of rest. You want it to do that, because it helps regulate your bowel movements. Whatever you practice, always bear in mind that you’re using your cunt as a dual-purpose orifice, and cunting is not the more important of the two with respect to your overall health.

There need be no connection between Bondage/Domination and Sadism/Masochism. When you combine the two concepts in a description of a community’s lifestyle, you’re basically working with a Venn diagram of two discrete but overlapping circles. There are some people who incorporate both in their play, and some practices that inherently combine aspects of both, but there’s neither any rule that says they have to be practiced together, nor that it’s not normal to inhabit one circle exclusive of the other. I’m principally Bondage//Domination oriented. I started my BDSM experience as a bondage sub. I didn’t go into it seeking pain, I just ended up encountering it because of the highly varied nature of the Dominants I served, and because my submissive nature lent itself to the kind of submission that accepted increasingly adverse Dominance. In the end, I allowed myself to suffer some significant pain, and ultimately gave my body into the physical ownership of a genuine Sadist. But at no time was I ever a masochist in the actual sense of the word. I never enjoyed pain, never sought it. There were always levels and types pf pain that were absolutely not acceptable to me - I could take a flogging, but no way was anybody going to lash me with a singletail whip. I ultimately allowed needles through my nuts, but having my cockhead nailed to a board? Never going to happen. Sharp pain to my nipples shuts me right down. Any pain that would be so severe as to draw my mind completely out of a sexualized space and fully into a pain space was, and is, out of the question. So there’s absolutely nothing wrong or unusual about you finding your impulses driven solely by the concepts of being constrained and Dominated, but not having a desire to be hurt. You just don’t occupy the second circle. That’s fine, because there are plenty of Dominants whose drive is to control, but not to hurt.

And there is nothing wrong with that - it is just the way you are wired (my nips are not wired either so I get that - have always been jealous of the guys who are) when I top I am the exact opposite as you. B&D doesn’t do anything for me - I like my sex to me more “interactive” between me and the bottom so having him tied up doesn’t do it for me. On the other hand, I do really enjoy- if not quite S&M, very rough sex it is one of the things that makes it so difficult sometimes for all of us to find the right sex partner- we have to find someone we are attracted to AND who has the same things ticked off on their into lists -wether it’s from total vanilla or to full on kink, the search goes on. all we can hope for is some “interesting adventures” as we carry on our hunt…. (and that some of those adventures will be posted on here for the rest of us to enjoy)

Chapter two With his arse loaded with toxic cum, wet and now feeling loose, I thought I would see just how far my other half would go. I mean he could say no any time he liked, or felt things not “right” for him. Given he had really enjoyed the fuck he just had and was rock hard, I thought it was time he tried the sling room. When we got to the small dark room with the slings he seemed to just want to keep kissing and keeping his back to the room. I saw guys rubbing his arse, and maybe slipping a finger or two inside him, but he did not look back, or even break a beat and just kept kissing. It was like it was the thrill of not seeing he was enjoying more by the second. That's when I had the idea. I pulled his jock down an the way and he lifted his feet. His jock was now in my hand and his hard cock was in display. A few more minutes with guys now grabbing his cock and I was ready to step it up. I pushed him back slightly and found one of the empty slings. I kept kissing him and I leaned him back into it a sling in one of the darker corners and started to rub my cock off his hole. I threw his jock onto his chest making sure it was not covering his cock. I needed some lube so with him all set up in the sling, reached down almost kneeling so I could reach my sock shefe I had some. Passing his open hole I had to check it out. I slipped my tongue just inside and tasted cum, and just a touch of blood. Nothing to be worried about but he had been roughed up, and totally vulnerable to infection. With lube in hand I stood back up and kissing him again, squirting lots from the packet over his cock and balls and over my cock too, but none on his hole. Slowly I pushed my cock into him and worked that toxic load around him, keeping him loose. That toxic load around my cock felt slick and wet, and I needed to go slow as I did not want to cum yet. Leaning forward I took back the jock back off his chest, and tired it tight but neatly over his eyes, making a pitch black blindfold for him. There he was complete how I always wanted to see him. Rubber chaps, hole exposed, a hot skin heads toxic load inside him, and blindfolded ready for more. I slowly slipped back out of him and around round to his head, where I carried on kissing him, with his arse open for anyone who wanted it. With so many guys looking to shoot a load now, I just needed to wait

On 9/27/2022 at 1:09 PM, Barebacker831 said: Pussy is meant to be filled with cum and I always require we fuck raw. They give in most of the time. It also helps I’m married to a female so their guard is lowered 😈 ErosWired said, What this basically says is, ‘Who gives a shit about the ethics - they’re women.’ No moral sermon here, just facts - since we are dealing with barebacking, the realistic possibility of transmitting STDs, especially HIV, is ever present. Where I live, in Québec, Canadian law applies. The Supreme Court of Canada, in 2012 in R. v Mabior ruled that "If there is no realistic possibility of transmission of HIV, failure to disclose that one has HIV will not constitute fraud vitiating consent to sexual relations" (R. v. Mabior, 2012 SCC 47, [2012] 2 S.C.R. 584). What constitutes no realistic possibility in the eyes of the Supreme Court of Canada? It is a low viral load, AND consistent use of condoms with the sexual act. So, does vaginal sex without a condom constitute a transmittable sexual act? Yes.....If the partner is HIV-, cool, no harm done, but there are other STDs. For us HIV+ people, the standard of a low viral load AND consistent condom use is something we will want to bear in mind, unless we bareback with other poz pigs.

I want to be face down on a fuck bench with my ass available for any rampant cock that strolls by while I suck a load out of the guy in front of me. Also makes it easier for him to face fuck me if that’s his preference.

So do I. He's older, very close to retirement, and Dr. Methuselah is about to be retired from association with me sooner than he thinks. I'm not one to worship at the High Holy Doctor's Shrine. I ask questions and expect answers. I mean, 'supported by research' answers, not 'well, I've been doing this for many years, and I think X instead of Y'. My kid sister is coming for a visit next month, and that's great. As soon as that's over though*, I'll be turning my attention to finding another internist. I couldn't agree more, that the level of care has suffered in favor of the level of Corporate Grasping. I'm not sure how to counter that widening gap, other than to go talk to them, get a feel for who they really 'service' and make my best guess. I am healthy, thanks. I can't even remember when I last had so much as a cold, never came down with covid (knocking), have taken all the precautions, and proceeding with caution. Of course, I've picked up breeding-bugs regularly, but they get treated quickly and that's just the price of doing business. As to all the bug chasing commentary on here, I can't help but wonder how many actually have that kind of devotion to their Lusts, or the courage to actually live The Life. Popularity on a website is one thing; living one's best life is another. I hope you're healthy too, and thanks for the well wishes. *she and I have always been close, she's always been completely supportive, but I don't think she knows quite how gay I actually am. I've been hammering at getting the slingroom taken down, put away, getting other things ready, blah blah blah.

I absolutely Love This Story!

1. Welcome back! Hope your vacation was wonderful! 2. Well. That certainly was something...amazing. The way you write Addison/Gabriel is perfection. I met parents like them before when I was on HRAP. Nasty work. Hopefully they don't succeed. 3. Remember when I joked you hit close to home several times with this story? I guess it may have been more common during the DADT years for these things to occur, but damn if it doesn't bring back some happy memories. Buddy told me he was going to the beach for a 4 day weekend and asked it I wanted to go with. Went with him, we got there and it was an enormous house with a pool. Turns out his parents had bought it for him as a weekend getaway.

I waited to read some of the responses before doing so too. As to the pain, yes, it does hurt for a little while, but not that badly. The biggest chore is q-tipping while it heals. I had 5 done, and the airports were always fun. Some years later I had to have a surgery, they all had to come out, and by the time I was outta there everything had started to grow shut again. So, while I enjoyed the steel very much, and the reactions they engendered, I just put piercings in the "been there done that" drawer. But, there are a couple of magnificent scars - one that only truly talented tongues can discern !!!

SLEEPER AND ZEUS Sleeper was nervous. He didn’t like it when he didn’t know what was next. Assmunch had gone off with his family and his boyfriend. Kevin was nothing like what he imagined he would be. Sleeper felt a little bad that he thought Kevin would be more… well… gay. Instead, the dude was impressive. Not just the way he looked at you with those startling grey eyes, which felt like he pulled you apart like a weapons disassembly, but also his weighty silence felt a lot like Zeus. Leave it to Assmunch to pick someone dangerous and smart. Sleeper didn’t feel exactly threatened, but Kevin had measured him with those eyes and Sleeper felt challenged. That was the truth of it: Kevin challenged him, with just a stare, no words, like Sleeper better live up to Assmunch’s expectations. Protective? Jealous? Asshole? Competition? Sleeper couldn’t choose the sense he received, and that was probably more unsettling than knowing. Kevin felt solid and immovable. Just the sort he’d choose for his best friend if a dude was where he wanted to plant his dick. Sleeper couldn’t picture Kevin getting fucked, the guy seemed wound pretty tight. Assmunch had told him Kevin had fucked him, but Sleeper wondered if it ever went the other way. It had to, right? It wasn’t like Assmunch was going to lay down for just anyone. Sleeper hadn’t been paying attention when Assmunch left, so he had no idea where he was staying. More than half the guys were going to get hotel rooms in town and relax for the next four days. A few were talking about some State Park and a lake. Sleeper thought it might be good to join them, but he didn’t know what to do with Zeus. Gabriel had made it clear there wouldn’t be any more sex because it was against the regs. Sleeper couldn’t bring himself to be angry with Zeus, he wasn’t exactly wrong and besides it was impossible to get angry at a God you loved. Plus, part of Sleeper realized he was risking getting booted and that worried him more than anything else because his four year enlistment contract was the only thing keeping him from having to return to his mother and father. So whatever Zeus said, whatever he wanted, Sleeper would deal with. But none of that kept Sleeper from wanting it. He growled with frustration. He’d finally reached the point where he understood the whispered ghosts of Gabriel’s subtle emotionless moods, felt like he had unlocked a deeper connection with Gabriel and that they knew each other in a way that didn’t require talking about it. Now Zeus was back to being a blank wall while they didn’t get a moment away from the Bravos or the Army. “What should we do, Addison?” The source of his frustration asked from beside him. “Don’t know, Gabriel. But we don’t have anywhere to stay here on Benning.” Gabriel shrugged. “Where’s Andrew?” Okay, he could work with that. Zeus preferred to stick by Assmunch. Or maybe the huge man thought Assmunch would tell them what to do. “He’s already gone with his family and boy—his friend Kevin.” Fuck, he almost slipped up. Zeus knew, that wasn’t the problem. It was that you didn’t say anything like that out loud, not on post. Of course it would probably be taken as a joke anyway, someone was always referring to someone else as a ‘boyfriend’ when taking a dig at one of the brothers. “Bootlicker, take your boyfriend out for some fun.” Talking about Wanker. “Troll, control your boyfriend.” Talking about Demon. But that was between the Bravos. Sleeper didn’t need some random overhearing him describe Kevin, a civilian, as Assmunch’s boyfriend. Sleeper watched the drills of the next Airborne Class from his seat on the grass next to Zeus, his back leaning against his duffel, his legs on top of his MOLLE, enjoying the chilly, crisp remainder of the morning just before noon. It felt clean, and Sleeper loved the feeling of achievement and completion you got at the end of training. An expectant potential existed right at this moment between an awarded accomplishment and unknown assignment that would follow. Down the street another group of students were being double timed, probably going to the gravel pits for more PLF drills, something about them looked green. Cadre were shouting out instructions, students calling out replies. Benning during daylight was a bustle of activity, a well choreographed dance of moving AIT trainees just out of Basic (quartered and instructed in another area of Benning), Airborne students, Command duty functions, and day to day operations, maintenance and duty of both Airborne Regiments and Ranger Regiments. All the civilians from the graduation were probably cleared off post already. A Staff Sergeant was directing some Corporals and Privates while they loaded the tents from their graduation onto trucks. Probably Airborne, but who knows, he couldn’t see their patches from here. It was shit duty, so they could also be fuck ups going through AIT or some dumb fuck from training command. If it was punishment, the SSgt would have them run behind the trucks breathing diesel exhaust while he rode on the back screaming at them to keep up. That brought a smile to his face. Nothing was better than seeing someone get smoked. Getting smoked was a term that described any exercise punishment suck, not really breathing exhaust. Run a mile, pushups, sit-ups, mountain climbers, dig a hole and fill it in, move rocks (think 40 pound rocks), crawl… limited only by the imagination of the Sergeant but usually geared toward completely exhausting you. It happened ALL THE FUCKING TIME in Basic, and it was how you got to know your Drills were fucking assholes. If your Drill saw a cloud in the sky… you get smoked and do fifty. If he didn’t like how you said ‘Good morning Drill Sergeant’ you get smoked and run three miles. Your left eyeball didn’t match your right eyeball right on the very thin edge of the brim of his cap? Crawl on your elbows and knees for fifty yards then do fifty burpees. Didn’t have your manual memorized for that week’s instruction? Can’t name parts of your weapon; your Drill’s middle name (hint: they NEVER told you their middle name), you didn’t eat fast enough, your shoulder didn’t line up with the man next to you, you get the picture. Fifty was a common number, probably because it didn’t eat up too much time, but still got you worn out because doing them slowly wasn’t an option with a screaming Drill kicking dirt at you and spitting on you when he screamed. In AIT you didn’t get smoked as often unless you or your Platoon fucked up. Sometimes it was Company wide, but Company wide meant you pissed off your First Sergeant somehow, probably by failing to meet some target in either operations or training. Still, there was always the chance of a random smoking just because. After AIT, it hardly happened at all in the regular ranks but in Infantry you dealt with it until you ranked up enough that someone else was the target. One stripers got smoked just for fun in Infantry until you learned to just stop bitching about it. It fell off in direct proportion to your attitude. Sleeper sighed. He could do this for the rest of his life and be happy. He loved that his future was completely in his own hands. No family obligations. No expectations of fictitious ancestral honor to adhere to even in private moments. He could say ‘fuck’ all he wanted. He didn’t have to pretend to be someone else. He could eat what he fucking wanted, well, most of the time. His words and actions were all his own, and they affected only himself. He let out a small laugh of happiness, which caused Gabriel to glance over. He just winked back. Eventually he might tell Assmunch and Gabriel about his upbringing, his family, their connections and money, but for now he loved the freedom he felt. He loved how no one knew who he was or where he came from and just expected him to be a regular guy, just a grunt. Freedom was always relative. For him, the rigid and regulated U.S. Army was far more free than he’d ever been in his entire life and his future felt wide open, exciting, and unpredictable. He loved that he could play the average but competent regular guy and no one expected greatness from him. Being normal was a relief. He could finally relax. Just some dumb Private in a green sea of other dumb Privates. Anonymous and completely unremarkable. Every rank he achieved was due to his own efforts and his own desires. Awards. Recognition. Not a single person gave a fuck that he was Addison Cristobal Augurius Emigdio Montelongo Garrido on his Certificado de Nacimiento for Spain, and Addison Christopher Garrido-Montelongo for his American Birth Certificate. He almost hated that name. Almost. “I heard a few of the guys saying they were going to camp in Standing Boy State Park. You wanna go?” He asked Gabriel. Gabriel smiled, mostly with his eyes, but his lips lifted just slightly too. “Yes.” He said. Wow. A whole ‘yes’ instead of the usual noncommittal ‘okay’. Hmmm. Gabriel must be in an exceptionally good mood. Sleeper felt his own spirits lift even higher with the realization. “Cool. Let’s do it.” He replied to Gabriel, and the sudden urge to kiss him popped into his head. He immediately squashed it. Nope. Just bros. ‘Keep it together, Addison. Don’t scare the Giant God’. He thought. They already had everything they needed on their backs, even food if they were willing to eat the MRE’s in their packs. Which Sleeper wasn’t. Besides, he might have maybe five, it’s not like they carried a whole pantry of supplies with them. They usually got issued MRE’s during field training or patrols, and they could buy them on Post if they wanted, but the good ones were usually picked clean by the time you got there. Ratfucking the MRE’s was commonplace. He chuckled. ‘The good ones.’ Yeah, well he’d pick eating an MRE sitting in the dirt with the Bravos over the silent, joyless, scrutinized mealtime with his parents, holding his fork just right, not drinking a sip until the end of each meal course, always sitting upright, and a hundred other rules and manners of Class society. He told Gabriel they needed to go shopping at the Commissary first. ******************* By 1600 they were setting up camp in Standing Boy. He let Zeus scout a good site with running water of a decent creek nearby, after a two hour hike into the woods. It wasn’t a dry year so the Park Ranger at the entrance said campfires were okay, but they had to be extinguished if they left camp for any period of time. That wasn’t a problem. “But I know I don’t have to worry about you Ft. Benning boys.” The Ranger said, which said more about his recourse of reporting them to the base than any real confidence in them as individuals. Starting a fire from scratch took little effort anymore, and partially burned wood meant getting the next fire going even easier, so putting it out was no trouble at all. “You want a tent?” He asked Gabriel when he brought another armload of deadwood from the woods. Gabriel shrugged. “Yeah, weather’s nice. You’re right, no tent.” He said, dumping the wood by the fire pit Gabriel had dug out and encircled with rocks. Besides, if the temperature was cold, you got condensation on the inside walls of the tent fabric from breathing and body heat, which invariably ended up dripping on you, or raining down on you if the wind shook the tent or you rolled over and shook the tent yourself. Tents were great for the rain, but just too many problems if it wasn’t. And tents were even worse than sleeping bags for concentrating the smell of two grown men. If you had to exit the tent for any reason, then went back in after being in the fresh air, the smell just about made you pass out. Added to those basic practical reasons, it was already ingrained in both of them that hiding yourself away inside a tent meant you had no sight on your perimeter and sound was blocked, so you could easily be caught unaware. Sleeper didn’t expect to have anything to worry about, but being lax about their environment went against all their training. Funny how that worked - how the Army slowly erased any civilian comfort from your blood in that constant glacial grind until you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore how the Army wanted you to do something as unremarkable as camping out. “You hungry? I’m hungry. You feel like chicken, or steak?” Sleeper asked. They had splurged at the Commissary, knowing the temperatures for the next few days wouldn’t rise above 40 degrees so meat would keep just fine for three days until they cooked it, or already cooked meat would keep too. They’d bought about fifty pounds of food and Sleeper was going to eat everything he wanted, whenever he wanted for the next three days. He silently sent his hope that Gabriel would choose steak, really willing it to happen. Steak. Steak. Steak. Ever since he saw the inch thick ribeyes his mouth was watering with the taste of wood fired beef. It was a chant in his head. Steak. Steak! Steak! “Can we have steak?” Gabriel said like a kid at Christmas. Sleeper threw his head back and let out a long, loud wolf howl, scaring something in the woods not too far away. When his breath ran out, he laughed. “FUCK YEAH WE’RE GONNA HAVE FUCKIN STEAK!!!” Gabriel was smiling like a fool. “Give a howl Gabriel! We’re MEN and we’re eating MEAT TONIGHT!!!” And he threw his head back again and roared. Gabriel followed with a resounding howl that sent shivers down Sleeper’s spine. Fuck, the Ranger at the entrance probably heard that. He found himself grinning at Gabriel with pride and amazement. “Get a fire going, I’ll get the stuff out and hang the rest.” While the wood burned down to a manageable and consistent level, they arranged the rest of the camp. A latrine dug ten feet from the fire, a paracord over a branch 16 feet up to hang the pack holding the food, tied to another branch 6 feet up, dead sticks and brush scattered in a ring around the camp to provide advance warning of anything larger than a house cat intruding, pine straw bedding under the sleeping bags. He managed to convince Gabriel that zipping their bags together was best and he promised he wouldn’t try anything. “Okay Addision.” Gabriel had finally agreed. “We can still snuggle though, won’t hurt to keep warm. And it’s not against regs, right?” He said. Besides, even a doubled sack was going to be filled to capacity with him and Gabriel, so they were going to be on top of each other regardless. “No, it’s not wrong. Okay.” Gabriel smiled. Sleeper’s heart soared. Who cared about sex? They could just cuddle up, maybe talk about stuff, tell jokes, fall asleep. It even felt like that was better, keeping their honor intact. “Hey, why’d you build a rock table in the fire?” Addison asked. Gabriel had found two eight inch tall stones that he put on either side of the fire, and had placed a relatively flat rock that spanned across and balanced expertly on top. Gabriel cocked his head. “For cooking, Addison.” “What? How?” Addison really didn’t know much about cooking. He could use a sterno to heat up an MRE, probably cook an egg, but that was it. “The fire heats the rock, gets it real hot. You have to pick the right rock though, the wrong ones explode. A flat, thin piece of slate is good, if it’s dry.” Gabriel explained. “No shit?” “How were you going to cook the food, Addison?” Gabriel asked. Addison felt embarrassed. “I hadn’t thought about it, I figured we’d just stick stuff over the fire, on a branch or something.” Gabriel grinned and shook his head. “The rocks help at night too, when it’s cold.” Sleeper gave him a dry look. “Yeah, I learned that too in Survival. But they didn’t cover gourmet camping, bro.” His giant friend looked at him with a sweet, innocent look. “It’s okay Sleeper, I’ll make sure you don’t starve and die.” Sleeper froze in shock. “Fuck me…did you just make a joke, Gabriel?” The smile he got from his big blonde friend blazed like the sun, his hazel eyes playful, and Addison’s heart swelled just that much more. “Fuckin proud of yourself, are you?” Sleeper laughed. “That was really good! Alright, one for Gabriel. I’ll get you back.” Gabriel turned out to be an excellent cook, or maybe Sleeper was just hungry enough to eat his own leg, but regardless the steak and vegetables were incredible. He knew it had something to do with being there alone with Gabriel, out in the wild, with not a single worry or care. They ate side by side, and every so often he’d lean up against Gabriel’s shoulder and give him a grin as he chewed. He loved how sitting next to each other his head came just over Gabriel’s shoulder and he was the small one. They didn’t speak, just enjoyed the moment and the peace of the woods. Yeah, this was just perfect. They took their time, both of them choosing to eat with their hands and share the warmth of the fire. They didn’t have a house around them, but a domestic comforting peace settled inside him and he realized he would take eating a simple meal in front of a fire with this man over anything else in the world, for the rest of his life. There was something about Gabriel that held no motives, no worries, no fears, as if life for him was an entirely clean slate and life was ever forward and never looking back. Addison’s heart had dreamed of exactly that since he was old enough to realize the prison of his name and the shackles of his family. He’d never been deeply religious, in spite of his family’s strict Catholicism, but he felt compelled to say a silent word of thanks to God for this time in his life, for the beauty around him, and the beauty of the man beside him. “Hold on, you have something on your face.” He said. “What? Where?” Gabriel asked and started to raise his hand to wipe. “No, I’ll get it.” Addison replied, figuring his hand was just greasy enough from holding the now non-existent steak. He reached out gently at first, then wiped his hand solidly across Gabriel’s cheek and onto his forehead. “There. It’s gone now.” He grinned. “You just…” Gabriel started, his mouth hanging open. Addison was up and running just as Gabriel reached out. “Too late, bro! Got you back! We’re even!” Laughing as he ran toward the creek nearby. “I’m going to catch you!” He heard Gabriel shout, which only made him laugh harder. He kicked off his boots, and stripped off his blouse and undershirt as he ran, then unbuckled his belt and pants. He bunny hopped to get out of them. Gabriel was really close, so he had to hurry. Just before Gabriel got to him, he jumped naked into the creek. “Fuck it’s cold!!!” He shouted. “Don’t make me come in there, Addison.” Gabriel said from the bank, hands on hips, a stern look on his face and a smear of black char and grease from his cheek across his eye to his forehead, making him look like an angry tribesman. He actually looked kinda hot, like Arnold Schwarzenegger in the first Predator movie. Predator 2 was okay, but not as good as the first one. Sleeper hadn’t even seen the first one until after he was out of Basic. After a group at AIT had gone to see Predator 2 at the base theater in 1990 they were floored with disbelief when they found out Sleeper hadn’t seen the first one, so one of his AIT buddies rented the VHS and they watched it in the day room that night. His parents didn’t feel movies in general were a good use of time, so he’d rarely seen one at a theater, and they certainly didn’t have a VHS machine at home. You’d need a TV to hook one up anyway. “Hey bro, you got something on your face.” Addison replied, laughing from his position in the middle of the creek. He sank down to his shoulders and ducked his head in the freezing water, washing his hands. It really didn’t feel too bad once you were in, but he knew he couldn’t stay for long. “Come on, you need to wash too. Don’t be a baby.” Gabriel crossed his arms and scowled, then threw them up in the air and started stripping. Addison let out another wolf howl as he watched his beautiful naked man try to navigate the creek bank carefully, eliciting a grin from Gabriel. They each grabbed a handful of dormant grass from the bank and scrubbed themselves quickly so they could get out of the freezing water. Gabriel shot him a frown as he rubbed the grass across his face to get rid of the stubborn grease Sleeper had smeared there. The blonde giant dipped down under the surface to rinse. He came back up slow, stopping when the water was just below his eyes. The look he gave Addison promised retribution. “No! Gabriel, we’re even! Don’t even think about it. Don’t. Don’t.” Addison said seriously, moving backwards toward the bank while he pointed at his friend with one finger in warning. “Don’t.” The giant exposed the rest of his face. The worst part was that he didn’t say a word while he tracked Addison with his own movements, his hazel eyes half closed. “You better not!” Addison continued, hoping to buy time to get away. He was being hunted. He had no idea what Gabriel had in mind but he wasn’t going to wait around to find out. He took a quick look over his shoulder to determine how far away the bank was. He broke the rule about taking your eyes off your opponent. When he jerked his head back around Gabriel had a handful of creek mud that hit him square in the face, and the battle was on. Addison reflexively batted the hand away but the mud accomplished the goal of blinding and distracting him for a critical moment, enough for Gabriel to capture him in a grapple that lifted him off his feet, their naked bodies coming together and Addison felt momentarily weakened by the seductive heat of Gabriel’s skin in the freezing water. Fuck, the heat of that huge body felt good. Still, he fought, squirming in Gabriel’s embrace while blind, he didn’t want the runny mud to get in his eyes. The water helped him get his arms up between Gabriel’s muscular elbows and he flexed outward trying to break the massive man’s hold. He arched backwards with a grunt and Gabriel’s arms released, and Addison flopped backwards in the water. He quickly wiped his face and stood up. On dry ground, Addison could put up a good fight with Gabriel in normal circumstances even though he always lost to the height, weight and skill advantage Gabriel had over him eventually. However, in the waist deep creek with a soft muddy bottom Addison had little hope. But fuck if he was just going to give up that easily. He decided his only chance was to go on the attack, throw Gabriel off balance and buy himself enough time to get out of the creek and run. The challenge was how? The creek was waist deep for him, but only thigh deep for Gabriel. Still, the bottom wasn’t level or solid enough to provide stable footing so if he could knock the giant off his feet he might create an opening to give himself the lead he needed. He couldn’t delay too long, the cold water and air were leeching the strength from him already. He dove under and grabbed onto Gabriel’s ankle, planted his feet and yanked it up, maneuvering it onto his shoulder then pushed up off the creek bottom. Standing up with a jaw clenching smile he saw a determined scowl on his friend’s face. The huge man was precariously balanced on one foot, reaching out to Addison with both hands that didn’t quite reach him. Addison gave him a taunting grin then pushed his leg up off his shoulder, toppling the giant backwards into the water. Addison didn’t wait to gloat, he dove away and scrambled towards the creek bank. He could make it. He didn’t make it. He was out of the water, but the creek bank rose three feet or so forcing him to climb. He felt his right ankle get locked in an unbreakable grip and a sharp yank dropped him to his chest and stomach, knocking the air out of him with an audible ‘OOOF’. Then, embarrassingly, Gabriel slowly dragged him across the dirt and grass like a dead carcass back into the water where he leapt on top of him from behind. “Pesky little rabbit.” Gabriel grunted into his ear. Something about the way he said it so rough and chastising only completed his possession and Addison found himself going limp as Gabriel stood up. The heat of that amazing body pressed against him from his shoulders down his back to his knees, Gabriel’s strong arms wrapped tightly around his chest, one leg pinning Addison’s shins…Addison felt all fight and desire to escape leave him. The ease with which this God held him, firm but not crushing, it was solid, secure, safe. Addison breathed out as he felt an overwhelming trust warm him. “Good rabbit.” Gabriel breathed, climbing out of the water still holding him in that incredible embrace, not even struggling for balance as he strode with casual steps of confident strength up the embankment. Once on dry ground, Gabriel flipped him around without effort and settled him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Stay, rabbit.” Gabriel’s deep voice mumbled, one arm securing Addison around his thighs. Addison let his cheek settle against the warm, muscle bound back. He should be cold, but he wasn’t. As Gabriel carried him back to the camp, Addison felt the large hands roaming up and down his legs and over his ass and it was so soothing, he was so relaxed, he let himself drift off. The early morning wake up, the jump, the graduation, clearing out the barracks, and the hike to the campsite loaded down with all their packs and gear then the battle in the creek finally hit him, and settling into Gabriel’s beautiful massive warm body did the rest. He woke up snuggled warmly inside the sleeping bag with Gabriel wrapped around him, a soft snore coming from the giant’s mouth pressed up against his neck. He had to take a piss, but Gabriel’s left arm and leg were on top of him, his right under Addison’s head wrapping around his neck and his huge hand resting on Addison’s chest. He gently moved Gabriel’s arms, trying not to wake him. “Settle, Rabbit.” Gabriel murmured, returning his arms to surround Addison. “Sorry, beautiful. I have to pee.” “Mmmm, I like when you call me beautiful, Rabbit.” The giant replied sleepily, smiling into Addison’s neck. Addison felt a flush of warmth go through him as the deep tones of Gabriel’s voice washed over him. He twisted around to turn on his side facing his beautiful man. Here, now, Addison thought of nothing except the magic of this moment. Gabriel pulled him closer, swallowing him with his big body. “I love you, Addison.” Gabriel’s eyes were half open, gazing with dreamy relaxation. His hand had moved to rest on Addison’s ass and it felt like that’s exactly where it belonged. Gabriel’s other arm pulled inwards to hug Addison closer until they were connected from head to toe. Addison let his head relax onto Gabriel’s, cheek to cheek. “I love you too, Gabriel.” It surprised him how easy those words came, unforced and feeling like a foundation so deep there was nothing else more important. Had he never felt real love before, he wondered? Whatever he thought he’d felt with the two girls he’d dated secretly until his parents found out, it wasn’t this. He’d never been so willing to risk everything, he didn’t even care about anything except the feeling of this beautiful, good man’s arms around him, listening to his voice, looking into his eyes. Gabriel’s hand came up to stroke his face, and he still marveled at how large it was, fully covering him from jaw to hair. Gabriel moved his head back to smile at him. He leaned in and kissed him. Addison was ready, pressing forward, but Gabriel pulled back after just a touch of the lips. “Go pee, Rabbit, then come back.” His voice rumbled. “Yes, boss.” Addison smiled. He extricated his naked body from Gabriel’s, and the giant refused to help, remaining limp so that Addison almost wanted to just give up and stay, his aching bladder be damned. He finally climbed out and immediately missed the warmth even though it wasn’t that cold outside the sleeping bag, probably just 38 degrees or so in the quiet early evening just before sundown. They must have slept for a few hours. He noticed Gabriel had cleaned up the remains of their meal and fed the fire, as well as collected their clothes from the trail to the creek. He must have been completely zonked out not to notice any of that, or Gabriel climbing into the bag with him. Even though he had to take a mean piss he took his time sauntering over to the edge of camp, taking a quick glance back to see if Gabriel was watching him. The big man had just the top of his head poked out of the bag, exposing only his unblinking light hazel eyes. Addison turned halfway and leaned his elbows against the tree beside him and let loose, keeping his eyes on Gabriel who was riveted to his performance. He posed himself with his weight on one leg, knowing it would flex his ass while he arched his back and leaned over to let his dick hang. Addison grinned and closed his eyes letting the relief of a good long piss relax him, knowing Gabriel was watching everything. When he was just about done he looked at Gabriel again, who had pulled his entire head out while he watched Addison’s dick dribble out the last drops. Gabriel glanced back up at Addison’s face, his lips slightly open, then looked back down again, so Addison took a moment to turn to face him and stretch in a big lazy yawn with his legs spread and all his muscles tight and stretched out. “Rabbit….” Gabriel said with a growl, a warning. Addison found himself chuckling. He didn’t know or care why Gabriel had settled on calling him Rabbit, but he found he liked it. “Coming, boss.” He replied with a smile. He made sure to return just like he’d gone, sauntering so that his big thighs flopped his dick and balls from left to right. As he climbed back into the bag, Gabriel grabbed him roughly to pull him down. “Andrew is right.” Gabriel growled. He pulled Gabriel’s arm back around him and nuzzled his way back into the crook of the big man’s other arm to lay his head on the comfortable bicep. “About what?” “You’re a show-off.” Addison smiled, taking the opportunity to enjoy the smell of Gabriel’s skin, his armpit just a couple inches from his nose. He nuzzled in deeper as Gabriel pulled him in. “This feels so good.” he gave the area where Gabriel’s shoulder and pec met a soft kiss. “Do you want to sleep some more, Rabbit?” “Mmmmmm, not really. Let’s just stay like this and talk.” He answered. Gabriel’s hand was rubbing up and down his back softly. He could feel the hard length of Gabriel’s cock pressing into him, which made him smile even more knowing how much Gabriel liked his little show. ‘We’ll see how long he can hold out.’ Addison thought to himself, deciding he’d push Gabriel to the limit of his no sex promise. He’d keep it, because it was important to Gabriel, but there was a lot of room to play without crossing that line. “Gabriel, if we weren’t in the Army, would you be okay with us being together?” He suddenly asked, letting his buried hand stroke the big muscles of Gabriel’s chest. Why had that question come out? “Yes.” The deep voice answered without a pause. “Even letting everyone know?” He asked, uncertain of the response. Gabriel’s arms tightened around him. “I would tell everyone you were my boyfriend, Addison. I want to tell them now, but we can’t.” “So we’re still boyfriends?” He asked, surprised. Gabriel sighed. “Boyfriends are in your heart, Rabbit. You’re in my heart, and I’m in yours.” The way he said it cracked a dam inside him that he hadn’t realized was there. The sincerity, the plain, unadorned raw honesty grabbed him inside and pulled at him until the simple words caused him hurt and joy simultaneously. It was that straightforward to Gabriel, the only requirement and it was so pure and innocent Addison repeated it softly as he breathed. “You’re in my heart.” “Shhhhhh, Rabbit. It’s okay. It’s not sad.” Gabriel murmured into his head, rubbing his back. “Don’t cry, Rabbit.” Addison sniffed, and wiped his nose with his free hand. “Not really crying, buddy, just wasn’t expecting that.” He answered gently. “You really are beautiful, Gabriel.” Addison didn’t cry, hadn’t shed a single tear that he could remember since he was five. His parents wouldn’t have it and besides, what did he have to cry about? Cry about his soft, pampered life? His every need being met while what he actually wanted was withheld? His frustration redirected into activities and lessons and duties until he fell asleep exhausted enough to never dream? Transferred in the care of nannies, tutors and bodyguards that shuttled him from place to place who no doubt had strict instructions to keep him at arms length just like his parents did? Cry about what? Some fictional concept of freedom and individuality that always felt foreign to him until he met the Bravos? Until he met Andrew who actually bothered to ASK him what he thought, what he liked, what he wanted and wouldn’t give up until he felt comfortable enough to actually vocalize the things he’d never been allowed to say. He now knew his parents had been fortunate to have such an agreeable child as him, who didn’t argue or fight or throw tantrums but instead quietly accepted that they had his best interests at heart. He wasn’t so sure of that when he got old enough to realize there was so much more out there in the world he’d never experienced. The stories of the Spanish explorers and conquistadors his parents insisted his tutors taught him called to him, enamored him and he fell in love with the adventure of their lives, their battles, their fierce nature and tough resilience. That was why he wanted to join the Army, why he’d filled out all the enlistment paperwork, took the ASVAB, and left his parents with no choice but to let him go. By the time they found out, there wasn’t anything legal they could do to stop him. He did feel a little bad for deceiving them. They weren’t bad people, and he did love them. He was mature enough to realize they were doing what they thought was best, that they were never mean or cruel, they praised him when he did well, often talked to him about how to resolve problems he was having. But they were distant and unavailable for most of his childhood, far too busy to be involved in his day to day activities. They had functions to attend, parties, meetings, businesses to run which required frequent travel. But when they were home, they did carve out a little time for their cherished only son. Addison wasn’t bitter about it, his basic decent nature felt grateful for the time he actually did get to spend with them. When they were all together his parents didn’t talk business or work, they talked with Addison about how things were with him. He felt a little guilty that he had only written them a few letters telling them what he was doing. He wasn’t avoiding them, exactly. It was because it felt like being in the Army was for HIM, his own personal experience, the first thing in his entire life that was entirely on him, for himself, and something he wanted. He could take four years for that, his family obligations could wait that long. His parents would have to understand. He felt a sudden unexpected panic as an uninvited thought intruded: two years left. That was all. Just two years to grab every experience he could. Two years to be someone different before returning to his boring life of every minute scheduled for him, every decision made for him, every step planned, appearances, dress, inoffensive small talk, schooling his face into the vapid, empty, neutral smile required. They chose his friends, and they would choose a selection of acceptable women that he could date, all of them beautiful no doubt, intelligent, from the best families. But first, University, probably Oxford or Cambridge, not for the education exactly, but so he could rub elbows with his peers in the nobility. His parents had high hopes. After reading extensively, Addison knew minor nobility like his family weren’t truly considered peers, as a cadet branch, but his mother felt one must not fall behind if one was to be taken seriously among the peerage. Addison felt that entire view of the European nobility was outdated and archaic. Among the young whom he’d met, the overwhelming feeling was that in order to maintain their position they couldn’t be seen as placing themselves above the citizens of their respective states. Image was everything. Princess Grace of Monaco, and Princess Diana of England were beloved by the people of many countries. Addison felt that there was a lesson there that his parents could learn. But even so, he wasn’t stupid. His father’s business connections, their financial success, depended upon being welcome in the highest circles and it was their name that ensured that more than their money and businesses. His parents had even dined in the White House with President Reagan. The titles of nobility in Spain are a mess. At different times in history noble titles were eliminated, then reconferred, inherited titles done away with, then re-established, new categories created as honorifics without blood relation to the King or any other noble family. Over two thousand Spanish nobles. But in essence, they were a cadet branch that traced their lineage back to the Viscount Jofre of Terragona. Addison’s cousin Reynaldo Maria de Patricio Ruiz Montelongo Escobar held the actual title, and he was ten years older than Addison. They’d met when Addison was 16 at a family wedding in Spain. Cousin Reynaldo wasn’t a first cousin, but was a very laid back guy who didn’t take himself too seriously, and actually told his parents that at family events titles and deference were absurd. “Just relax, cousins, and enjoy yourselves. We have to deal with that garbage too much in the world out there, we can relax here in private.” Addison was trained too well to show his shock, but Cousin Reynaldo was younger than his parents by 15 years, yet he spoke to them as if they were contemporaries, and dismissed any importance of their status with just a few kind words. That was the moment when he understood his parents took themselves far too seriously and the rigid nature of his upbringing was completely unnecessary. Cousin Reynaldo was refined and well mannered, yet he came across as a normal person. Not long after their return to the States he joined the wrestling team at his private school, much to his parents’ confusion. Of course they objected. “It’s coarse and beneath you, Addison. All that rolling around with sweaty men, like animals. You could get injured.” His mother explained. “What’s the point, Addison?” His father asked. “If you want to learn how to fight, we’ll get you a tutor, or you could train with Marco.” Indicating Addison’s bodyguard. Little did his father know he’d already been having Marco show him how to take care of himself. It said a lot for Marco’s dedication and loyalty that he hadn’t told Addison’s father about it. But of course, why would he? It wasn’t forbidden. Addison suspected Marco did not approve of how his parents raised Addison and so he sought to teach him as much about real world things to which his parents would never allow him to be exposed. Marco had been with them since Addison was 5, having been just 21 when he was first hired, Addison’s parents seeing the necessity of growing a bond between them. Now he’d be 36, and Addison knew he was helping his parents in other capacities. He suspected his parents were keeping Marco around for when Addison returned, even though he hadn’t said he’d return. He wrote Marco far more letters than he’d written his parents, writing him every week. Addison idolized the man, a larger than life figure who was both serious and humorous. Marco took his duties to heart, and recognized Addison needed a male figure he could be relaxed with, so in the unscheduled moments of his life Marco would invent games for them to play, quiz him on things he’d taught him, and let Addison be silly. He also knew Marco might also show the letters to his parents, but that was okay. He just wrote about what he was learning, doing, his achievements, the friends he’d met, and generally about the Army experience. As he’d been taught, his letters contained nothing intimate even if what he wrote was personal. He sighed. Only people of a higher class saw the distinction between intimate and personal revelations. Addison hated that. It was one of the reasons he loved the Bravos so much. They were so free with their intimate feelings as if there was no harm in exposing yourself to people you trusted. It was his last remaining wall within himself, and he felt guilty that he hadn’t told his brothers who he was. He just couldn’t take the chance that they’d change, that they’d see and treat him differently. He loved being considered just another soldier who they could insult, yell at, joke around with. He felt like he belonged when they did that. And most of all, he felt guilty about Gabriel. He had never intended for things to go this far. How would Gabriel take the news that he couldn’t find a way out, his family would never allow him to escape and that he couldn’t bring himself to leave them behind. He was wracking his brain to find a way for he and Gabriel to stay together, as impossible as he knew it was. But even if they both left the Army, he knew Gabriel would have a problem with his eventual marriage. He could easily hire Gabriel as a body guard, have Marco teach him how it was done in Society. Andrew would understand the difficult position Addison was in, but Gabriel wouldn’t. Even Addison’s parents might reluctantly accept a relationship between he and Gabriel, enduring the necessity of keeping Addison happy so that he could marry and have kids and be the dutiful son to all outward appearances. And that was the true issue - maintaining appearances. As long as that was accomplished, just about anything could be tolerated. But Gabriel would never allow himself to have a relationship with a married man. The very idea had WRONG written all over it. Gabriel was very clear about how he felt about wrong. A low purr rumbled through Gabriel’s chest, pulling him back to the present. He snuggled in deeper choosing to focus on the comforting feel of Gabriel’s huge body rather than depressing thoughts of his trapped existence. ********************************** “Sir.” Major Collins answered the phone. “Mark, why do I have a Mr. and Mrs. Montelongo tormenting my staff?” The General’s voice didn’t sound angry, and actually sounded amused. “I have no idea, George.” Collins sighed. “Maybe asking for special treatment for their son?” “I’ve put them off, but that fuse is almost burnt. Is he one of the kids in your test program?” “Yes, Sir. Private Addison Montelongo in one of the Platoons we have scheduled for RIP in a couple weeks. “I’m actually impressed. How they figured out which command their son was under is beyond me, no one is supposed to know the participants. You think the kid told his parents?” General Middleton asked. “Not possible, the soldiers don’t know anything about why they’re in the program. That would defeat the purpose of the study. I suspect the parents have other resources.” He answered. “Mmmmmm”. The General mused. “I’ll figure it out, but something tells me I won’t have to. They are persistent, and if I know their type they will be frustrated enough soon to overplay their hand. Do you have the file on Montelongo?” “In my office. Major Baker knows where the participants’ files are. I’ll call her when I get off the phone with you and tell her to bring it over. You want anyone else’s or just Montelongo’s?” “Send over Brickmann’s file too, he made some sort of impression on the team in Germany. What’s your opinion?” Collins knew George was asking for the unofficial information he’d never put on actual paper, things outside the weekly report he gave the General personally. “Solid soldier, keeps it professional, shows unusual concern for his men which might be a problem in combat. In some sort of relationship with an MIT engineering student, which is unclear. Kevin Copeland. There was some kind of love triangle between the two and a girl in high school, again unclear but almost certainly sexual. Both Kevin and Carol attended the funeral of Private Brickmann’s father a few weeks ago, so the relationship may be ongoing. The Copeland boy keeps to himself at MIT, no social life to speak of, but the girl has been quite active socially and sexually at USC.” “Security risks?” “I’m confident there’s no security risk. Brickmann knows how to stay in his lane. And we’re listening when possible. Copeland and the girl aren’t idiots either. There’s signs that Brickmann’s mother and brother know about the relationship with Copeland and the girl, so any kind of blackmail scenario seems unlikely. And once Brickmann knows that WE know all about him, he can’t be compromised in that way either. Except for suspected homosexuality, he’s squeaky clean, and eats, breathes, and sleeps Army.” “Hmmmmm. After I look at his file, I might want to talk more about Harris. From what the team in Germany reported, we don’t see a soldier like this too often.” Collins grinned. “I’d have to agree. If you met him in person, you’d see it. There’s definitely something there. I hope you’d let him have his time in Regiment if he gets through the Ranger course, so he could establish his unofficial credentials with the Rangers before moving him anywhere else. You know how it is with that sort. Interestingly, he, Montelongo and Gunnerson put in for a Ranger re-class just before we sent them to Airborne.” “I remember, Mark. Rangers hold themselves to a higher standard.” The General laughed. “Almost as bad as getting jumped in with a street gang. Of course, that was back in my day. Never been so glad to get my ass kicked. But today’s Ranger no doubt has other hazing to endure to be accepted. Anyone else you think merits special notice? If this program succeeds, we’ll need people out front. Best to recognize potentials now.” Collins did have a few standouts in mind. “I’ll put together an overview by tomorrow and have Baker get the files to you with the others. I do have to say, George, that this group is pretty fascinating. It’s beyond the scope of this program, but we might want to look into selective unit composition. We chose each of these groups from soldiers their previous units considered as outliers, those who didn’t exactly blend for some reason, homosexuality wasn’t the only selection criteria. But put a group of them together and they seem to understand each other in a way that doesn’t happen in regular units. It might be worth examining the dynamic as a separate program after we get done with this one. Some of it is leadership, their platoons trust Brickmann and Lamont.” General Middleton chuckled again. “We’ll see. The pile of your suggested programs and studies keeps growing. I’m actually glad to see you get a little hands on in the field on this one.” “Well thanks for approving it, George. After the report for the Armed Services Committee on Iraq, doing something that might promote some good in the Armed Forces is a pleasure. That was nasty business.” “But necessary. War always opens the door for soldiers to get creative on earning extra income. It happens every time, but we can’t be lax about it or ignore it, especially the big stuff like armament and military equipment. Just be glad that was your task instead of what Major Baker had to do with the looters. That involved breaking down American doors on American soil on top of prosecuting service men and women, some with rank. I did not enjoy that. Are you planning on staying through the Ranger phase?” Collins had given it quite a bit of thought and really couldn’t come up with a reason for his presence. The Ranger course was its own little world and the RI’s knew what they were doing, and there could be no distractions or interference if their evaluations were to be accurate. He’d be a distraction. “No. I’ve got work to do back in Washington. I’m here until they are turned over to RIP, then we’ve got their Sergeants Walters and Horvath on standby for them during the course. They were read in after their phase was complete so we could use them for this phase. If Horvath and Walters did their job well enough in Germany, RIP shouldn’t be impossible for them, but the RI’s are going to be a bit angry that their normal 14% pass rate won’t be accurate for this class. Plus, I’ve got something special in store for them between now and RIP, so I’ll be out of contact for a couple weeks.” “You’re going to cheat, aren’t you?” The General said. “Aw, George, you wound me. It’s not cheating. They will qualify, and succeed on their own abilities. But the point is to have them in Regiment. It wouldn’t be a very good study program if all our participants failed out, would it? I’m just making sure they have the knowledge and skills not to fail.” “Yep, cheating.” “Besides, this gives me a chance to have them evaluated outside of the military structure and command. These guys are very close knit. I want to see what they do without rules. I might have a few more files for your special attention at the end of it. Depends on their performance.” he explained to his friend. General George Middleton had become a friend more than a superior long ago. “Well, just put it in the report, and I’ll see you in two weeks, Mark.” “Yes, Sir.” He heard the General chuckle just before he hung up. ‘Sir’. ********************************* His prediction came true the very next day. “I’ve told them you are unavailable without an appointment, sir.” He carefully stacked the files in full view, making sure that Private Montelongo’s file was on top. “No, Lieutenant, they’ve succeeded in getting my attention. Anyone who can get as far as my outside door isn’t your ordinary visitor. May as well show them in. Oh, and find some Black Tea and brew a pot. Ask Candler, he’s a tea nut, he’ll have some. In 15 minutes bring it in. A tray would be nice, Mrs. Montelongo would like that touch. Any chance you have any service experience?” The Lieutenant shook his head. “Hmmmm, just ask Candler, he’s probably got all the materials, and might even like putting on a show.” “Yes, Sir.” Ten minutes later, Mr. and Mrs. Montelongo were shown through his door. He stood to greet them. He wasn’t exactly sure who their sponsor was, but he did know you didn’t walk the halls of the Pentagon without some very high placed friends. He felt standing in respect would start whatever this meeting was on the right note. “Mr. Montelongo, Mrs. Montelongo, it’s a pleasure. I hope I’ve pronounced it correctly.” He said with a smile. He had to admit, this was a nice diversion from the usual phone calls with staff, the joint chiefs, Senators or senior Pentagon officials. And he did find their determination amusing, so he was in a very gracious, pleasant mood. Upon first impression, Mrs. Montelongo was stunning, a real beauty with night black hair, exceptionally pale skin, and brown eyes so light they almost appeared golden. Her prominent and defined cheekbones accentuated delicate skin, full red lips he was sure didn’t have lipstick present, and a remarkably straight nose. He knew from his research she was 45 years old, yet she could easily pass for her mid 20’s, if it wasn’t for the fierce steel in her gaze. She wore a tight fitted black dress that hugged her athletic and slightly voluptuous body, black sheer hose and shiny black pumps. She had refused to clip her visitor’s badge to her dress, he noticed and instead chose to clip it to her clutch bag that she held at her abdomen. Mr. Montelongo was likewise exceptionally handsome and fit, though he showed his age of 48 by the hint of grey at his temples that had just begun to intrude upon his thick, dark hair. General Middleton felt a twinge of envy. His own hair had started greying prematurely when he was only 35, and had gone fully silver by the time he was 48, and now it had changed again in the years since to a brilliant white. But at least he still had a full head of hair. “Please, sit. What is it that I can do for you?” Mrs. Montelongo smiled, a genuine smile he couldn’t help being affected by. “You’ve pronounced it perfectly, General. However did you get it correct? The slight pause between the first and second syllable, the slide of the third without overstressing. You must have spent time in Spain.” In fact, he’d called a friend at the Spanish Embassy for information about the Montelongo’s, and he’d been coached on the pronunciation. He’d been correct in his guess: they were very well connected. “I admit I cheated. I called the Embassy for coaching.” He faked a wince and shrugged. He hoped it would play. Mrs. Montelongo laughed, a musical and delightful sound. Her husband held out his hand to her which she took as she sat gracefully in the overstuffed chair across from his desk, on the edge of the seat as was proper, her ankles crossed, her back at a rigid 90 degrees that would put to shame any troops at attention on a parade march. Mr. Montelongo released when she was in position, then sat himself, fully reclining to rest against the back of the chair, and surprisingly crossing his ankle over his knee in a relaxed position. Somewhat a study of opposites. She smiled. “Oh, it IS nice to make matters easier with just a phone call, I agree. Your friend seems very knowledgeable. I’m sure we know him. Possibly the Ambassador’s secretary Francisco? Jaime de Ojeda y Eiseley has the most proficient staff.” General Middleton smiled. Yes, he liked her, and her games. “And now you surprise me in return, Madam. You are correct. Francisco has become a personal friend, our sons work in the same law firm.” “You must be very proud.” She remarked. He was just about to respond when there was a knock at the door. Without waiting for a response, Candler entered carrying a tray. Perfect timing. “I took the liberty of having tea brought. Black Tea, I believe?” He raised his eyebrows with the question, along with a slight but pleasant smile. Her face was radiant. “Oh, yes, we’ll get along fine, General. Does your man pour?” “He does.” Candler was playing his own game, and MIddleton wanted to laugh, but couldn’t. Instead of his uniform, Candler had changed into a black suit, black tie, white shirt, every inch the trusted servant rather than a Brigadier General of the U.S. Army. His lieutenant must have explained the situation to Candler, thank God. Another on the long list of reasons he had the lieutenant on his staff. Anticipate your superiors. “Cream, no sugar.” She said. General Middleton had expected it to come out as an order, but instead it was downright pleasant and not arrogant at all. “Yes, Madam.” Candler said in his most subservient and serious voice. “Would Sir care for tea?” Mr. Montelongo grinned. “Sir would love a Bourbon. If you’ve got it.” “I can do that.” Middleton replied, turning behind him to his credenza and opening the bottom drawer. He pulled out two Waterford tumblers and the decanter he stored there. The set was a promotion gift when he’d received his third star, from the very same Francisco whose ears were probably burning at this very moment. A gift not too extravagant, which wasn’t allowed between a foreign national and a General at the Pentagon. “It’s Jack Daniels, if that’s okay.” “A bad bourbon doesn’t exist, General.” Mr. Montelongo replied. He poured two fingers in each tumbler, then stood to deliver Mr. Montelongo’s to him personally. If there were actual stakes to this meeting, he might have entertained the power play of setting the glass on the edge of his desk so that Montelongo would have to retrieve it. But there was no point to petty games like that in this situation, and the General firmly believed you could catch more flies with honey. By this time Candler had delivered the teacup and saucer to Mrs. Montelongo. “I certainly didn’t expect Wedgewood in the Pentagon, General. Your tea set is beautiful.” “Oh, it’s not mine, Mrs. Montelongo.” General Middleton replied. She smiled. “I know. It’s his. My compliments General Candler, it’s a fine set, and you make a lovely pot. I do appreciate the service, though it wasn’t necessary. I do hope Francisco didn’t make me out to be some kind of monster if you saw the need for this performance.” Out played. Well, Francisco hadn’t been exaggerating. Mr. Montelongo was sipping on his bourbon with a pleased smile. “I don’t blame you, General, but you’ll find it damn near impossible to out maneuver my wife.” He raised his glass in a salute. “Damn good try, though, fun to watch.” “No, Francisco told me your preferences, to be sure.” Middleton explained. “But he warned me against being anything but direct. I thought he was exaggerating. Turns out he gave me sound advice.” Her laugh, once again, was a thing of beauty. “I think that all went very well, and I hope I surprised you as much as you surprised me, General.” He had to admit, she had. “It’s not often I’m not the one in control in my own office, Madam. I offer my surrender.” “Accepted, of course. With one condition.” Here it comes, he thought. Get me off balance, then go for the kill. He had to admire her skillful manipulation. Still, he was no pushover. “Which is?” He prompted. “You pour a little of that bourbon in this lovely teacup. I love Black Tea, but a touch of bourbon fortifies the spirit.” Middleton found himself laughing in spite of himself. She glanced over at General Candler and winked. “Don’t be so dour, you must try it yourself before you judge.” She turned once again to look at him. “I know you’re a busy man, so we won’t waste your time, and we have a luncheon with the Ambassador in an hour. The presence of my son’s file between us, on a stack of similar files, tells me you already know why we’re here.” Middleton had gone over to pour a splash of bourbon in her tea. “I admit I don’t. I know it must be about your son, but nothing specific. I decided to familiarize myself with his record when it became apparent you wouldn’t give up trying to get ahold of me. Candler, the Lady recommended you give it a try. It would be rude to refuse.” He said to his junior. Candler poured himself a cup, using the one he expected to serve to Mr. Montelongo and held it out. “That’s the spirit.” Mrs. Montelongo nodded. “I appreciate your being prepared. We’d like you to give him a hardship discharge. We understand he’s involved in some special training program that no one will talk about, but as our only child we can’t risk endangering his life.” “And how does your son feel about this?” He’d tried to get ahold of the Private, but he was off post on a pass and no one knew where he was. Even if they did, Middleton wouldn’t cancel his pass just to get some answers about why his parents were making a nuisance of themselves. “He’ll resist. He did this on his own, without our approval.” She said. The term ‘without our approval’ said volumes about what kind of family this was, in spite of Mrs. Montelongo’s charm and beauty. “I assure you, he’s in no danger. The program he’s in is still in the training phase. The real world phase is next, of course, but considerations can be made to keep him in country.” “Every week he’s in your military is a week he’s not learning what he needs to be a part of this family, General.” “I understand your position, and his value, Mrs. Montelongo. Have you considered that what he’s learning in the military has its own value, something he can’t learn anywhere else? Your son is very capable, I’ve read his file, and I’ve no doubt you have your own informants keeping tabs on him, so you know he’s doing well. He only has a four year enlistment. What’s wrong with letting him ride it out? He seems to want to, he’s made no reports to his superiors that he’s unhappy. If I may say so, he’s cut from the same cloth as you. He’s been very careful not to excel, staying solidly at the top of the middle, when I think we both know he could do so much better. I think he’s enjoying himself. His careful positioning tells me he’s got a sharp mind, and the ability to keep himself exactly where he wants to be. All-State Wrestling Champ in his weight class? A 4.2 GPA in his academics, with honors in Physics, Calculus, History and Literature. A 1596 on his SAT, almost acing both math and language. I suspect he did that on purpose, failing to achieve a perfect score. Your son is smart enough to know what he’s doing, I think. I’ll be direct, as Francisco suggested: I think your son needed a break, needed to take some time to find out who he was, who he wanted to be. He’s trying incredibly hard to be absolutely normal, to raise no flags, he tells no one who he is, did you know that? Not one of his closest friends know his father owns and runs a multi-billion dollar international company, shakes hands with royalty, has dinner with the President and is the 375th wealthiest person in the world. They probably don’t know about your family at all. I don’t know many young men who wouldn’t brag about that or try to get special treatment. Yet, your son doesn’t. It says quite a bit about who he is. I think you’ll find he’s far more cooperative with your future plans if you let him have this time. He’s got two years left. The more your interfere, the more he’ll resent you. Take it from a father who made that mistake. My son and I eventually repaired our relationship, but it wasn’t easy. I think Addison will get whatever he’s looking for in his time with us, even if it’s just having the experience of being a normal kid, if you let him, and he’ll return to you with a new focus.” He hadn’t intended to give parental advice, it just came out. The usual hard line wasn’t going to work with them he intuited. While he could probably kick the kid out of the study program easily enough, Collins would be irritated, saying it compromised the results. Collins needed this study to be without wrinkles in order to make clear recommendations. He’d custom built this program after visits to the militaries of several allied countries to study the interaction between homosexual troops and their comrades. But only Americans knew the peculiar opinions of puritanical Americans. He wouldn’t change a single thing about the study program without talking to Major Collins first, and he was out of contact for two weeks. “We know our son, General. He didn’t do this to spite us. He has some romantic notion of being a soldier, with all the tough, gritty brutality it involves. He has no idea what true war is. He’s playing a pretend game, knowing there are no actual consequences for his failure.” She sighed. “We’ve spoiled him, it’s true, but he’s a good boy. And every year he’s playing pretend he isn’t getting the education he needs to take his place in the business. Release him from your program so that his discharge can happen. We’ve already arranged it.” She looked at her husband. Mr. Montelongo finally leaned forward. “Senator Graham’s office will have the paperwork on your desk this afternoon. We appreciate your doing this for us.” It was clear the Montelongo’s were accustomed to getting their way, being in control, and navigating the political hallways of Washington, D.C. He was going to have to choose his options very carefully. People like them had backup plans and alternate strategies waiting in case their initial request was denied. He was going to have to figure out just how important this kid was to the study program. One thing was certain, the Montelongo’s absolutely could not find out the nature of the study program. He had a feeling the hell they could unleash would make actual wartime combat feel like a fun day in the park. What a fucking mess.

Lito Cruz, Jerry Stearns - you have very good taste guy!😏

would really love a poz fucking in my neg cunt. Not on prep and ready for conversion

I can't stand it when the guys that are fucking do so in near or total silence. I don't care how hot the visuals are, if there isn't a verbal exchange that shows off the chemistry between the the guys involved then it's boring as fuck (for me). Also, I'm not into 95% of the guys that are hired for porn these days. I much more enjoy watching middle aged, average-looking guys like the ones we saw in the early days of Hot Desert Knights or Treasure Island Media. All these millennial muscle bears and twinks do nothing for me.

As a bottom, if i agree ahead of time "don't pull out no matter what," I fully expect to get bred. Guess that is where a safe word would be needed. Otherwise, you don't know where the RP ends and revoked consent begins. I've not been in the situation, but as a chaser, I know for a fact I've jerked off to fantasies of changing my mind at the last minute and cumming so hard imagining a toxic top breeding me anyway. I don't think you can really fault any top who breeds you as you say no at the last moment, unless you never gave consent to being bred to begin with. If we agree you won't cum inside BEFORE you are inside, then it is absolutely wrong to cum inside.

friday evening. Got a message on grindr of a profile nearby. He wanted a pump and dump. Got there, his door was open, went up and found him face down ass up on his sofa. Started fucking him and felt my cum boiling. All of a sudden his door opened and his boyfriend came home. He looked at us and said “don’t worry, please continue” and left again. The bottom guy was in panic, repeating “shit shit shit”. Felt so hot situation that i came immediately. Loaded up his ass and left. Hope next time the bf can join too. 🤓

Three men came out of dark, went to a big bed in the middle of the room. One with a bra on his chest lied down, another quickly stuck his dick in the ass and started pounding while the third one watched the sex closeby and grouped the bottom. I also came closer and sat nearby on a small fuck table. After a while someone touched my back. I turned around, it was an Asian guy in a baseball hat, sporting leather strings around the body. He started hugging and touching me politely. Gradually his gestures were getting broader and hands stronger. He turned me to the couch I sat just recently and pushed me towards it. I went to the couch confused. What he was going to do, I though, he didn’t even asked or told me anything. I was uncertain. The guy strongly pushed my neck down towards the couch. Is he going to fuck me, right now, I worried I may have been not fully ready. While I was hesitant, he put his dick against my hole and pushed. I was so horny with all the situation I missed when he lubed my ass. He was going pretty smoothly though. How did this happen? I just stopped by out of curiosity and in ten minutes I’m being fucked. The asian guy behind grabbed my cock and jerked it. I was so aroused that I came almost immediately. The guy took his dick out, pulled me upright and pushed towards the dark room. I was not able to tell how many men were there. The guy bent me over something near another bottom, stuck his dick and started pounding. The man next to me grunted and moved back and forth. He was being fucked too. The guy took his dick out. I turned around to tell him I need a pause to wrap my head around the situation but the words stayed in my mouth. In the dim light I saw 5-6 man hungrily watching me and stroking. That scene was above my mental capabilities. I got down on my knees and started sucking the closest one. They all encircled me and I only saw dicks moved and floating above me. Even though I came recently my dick was hard. I sucked a few dicks, someone lift me back on my feet and pushed me towards another wall. I went there, put my arms upwards and curved my ass backward as much as I could. My bottom was immediately penetrated. The pounds were powerful, I almost jumped on my toes. Then the guy behind took a break, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to a high bench against the next wall between two other bottoms. The one on the right was being fucked and the left one waited and spreaded his cheaks. I fell down on my chest and hard blows from behind began pushing my face into bricks. After a while the guy stopped, drew out his dick and left. I lied down on the bench breathing heavily. Everything was too intensive. Furtunatelly, no one jointed my from behing and had time to get some rest and come up to my senses. I stand up, came out of the dark room and went around the whole club. Some men were in action, some were watching them, some were having rest and some hungrily looked at me. I sit on the table near the wall by the entrance and starting watching. One guys approached me and started sucking my dick. I was so horny that I was about to cum so I genlty pushed him away. He nodded and went elsewhere. The asian guy appeared again, unhesitantly came close, uncrossed my legs, pushed my chest and pulled my legs to level my ass with the table edge. He lubed my hole, put my legs on his shoulders and pushed as the previous time. That was deep. Deep pain and high pleasure felt me up all over. I cried, my legs were shaking. The guy turned my around several times. In the end I was standing on my feet, chest down on the table and pushed the wall with arms to synchronize my movements with pushed behind. Dozen of men came by to look at the scene. The asian guy, turned me from the table. He threw me to a small bench nearby. The men went around and watched my face with open mouth in a silent cry. One guy took put his dick in my mouth. I adjusted my movements to satisfy tops from both sides. The action was hot, he quickly came and another dick took his place. Another cock was longer and softer, it went deep to my throat and the front top started movements. I couldn't believe. I was being spit roasted, while being watched by a bunch of men with hard dicks. The one behind drilled my ass, the one atop used my throat while my hard dick was swinging and beating the bench. That was the top moment of the night. After few wonderful minutes, the asian guy pulled his dick out. I didn't know where he went as I was too exhaused and too aroused. I slipped down to the floor. Fortunately, no one continued using me and I had a chance to breathe. Again I strolled around the club back and forth, had a few cups water, looked around for several actions. Only one guy approached me once and stroked my dick very nicely, which was quite pleasant. The asian guy found me again in the big room, grabbed me and took to a bid bed, put me on my back with legs on his shoulders and started fucking. That was even deeper than on the table, I tried to move away a bit, he came closer. After few rounds, my head dangled upside down from the bed edge. The asian guy fiercely deep fucked my ass. It felt like his dick was touching the stomach. I was shaked, my head swinging from the edge, mouth open. A black guy watching up came close and his dick touched my mouth. He thrusted deeper and deeper till his groin pressed to my nose. The waves of pleasure inside me was so intense, they dimmed the pain and the need for air. I was shaking, making noises, pinned between two dicks. The asian guy made few strong pounds and relaxed. I understood that he came, but I still had my mouth occupied. Yet I couln't help jerking my swollen dick, missing the beat for the front guy. That was too much to hold. He seemed to understand this, pulled his dick out and left. I was not even sorry for him. I focused on my dick head, which was going to explode. I came very hard and relaxed helplessly.

Very, very sorry for your loss.

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters or plot to real persons or events is coincidental. I've never had sex with my father. But I did have fun with my best friends dad. I'll try and break it up some, and this first part is mostly background, but it's how it all started. My friend and I were neighbors in a small Midwest town of 600 people. People there would know what happened to you before you knew what happened to you. My friend and neighbor had a huge pool with a fence around it, and would invite me over to swim all the time. It all started off pretty innocently. We did it throughout high school. Then one day he suggested that we skinny dip. Back then I don't think either of us knew what gay was. Being in a small conservative town, just thought it was wrong. We would often swim after school, but the first time we skinny dipped was at night. His pool had a light which changed colors, and was actually kinda cool. As young nerds we would yell shark when it turned red! Lol. As I said, it all started innocently. Chalk it up to childhood curiosity. Sure we saw others in showers at hs gym, but he was a year younger than me, so never in gym class together. Again as I said, back then gay was just something we just thought was wrong. I must admit though, there was a HS jock in my class with a HUGE cock that I couldn't help but admire. Honestly think others did also. Not sure why, but he tried to hide it from others going in and out of shower. Probably as he noticed guys staring at it, and also thought gay was bad. After all, he had a reputation for banging quite a few cheerleaders. Like I said, a slow start, but gets much better! Like and comment.

When guys breed me, I feel profoundly content cherishing their seed. Keeping it inside me until it becomes part of me is the ideal. I prefer men with a strong instinct to impregnate, so I'll text them hours after we fuck or the next morning to let them know I still have them inside me and that I'm thinking about them. I pinch my nipples and think about how they felt fucking my hole tender and how it felt when they inseminated me. A few men will pound me extra hard to "shake an egg loose" for them to fertilize when they cum. That kind of primal intent is so hot for me to feel. The breedings that feel best are the ones past the sigmoid flexure, as I never see that seed again, it's so far inside me. I had one top who did this to me every time he fucked me. I've taken well over 100 of his loads in that deep place and never seen them again. I can't clearly articulate how incredible it feels to be fucked and fertilized that deeply.

That's true for the first ring too, obviously, but bottoms don't have any control over it, except maybe for the way their body is positioned. I think it helps that they can't control it, because they could easily get scared and tense up if they did. Most don't really seem to notice when it happens, although some do. I don't specifically change anything about the way I fuck when I'm in that deep. I just keep reading what the bottom likes and giving him lots of that. I mix up long strokes with staying deep and giving little jabs. There isn't any erogenous zone beyond the prostate, AFAIK, and that isn't very deep — you can mash the hell out of it with a 5 inch cock. Everything past that is just guts. My guess is that big cocks just cause a general feeling of fullness from the pressure on the abdominal wall. It's pretty clear here that what bottoms get off on is the thought of being opened up really deep inside, as well as the thought of having cum shot beyond their rectum. They're not talking about the feeling itself so much.

Chapter 4: Clean up! Once again please note this story is a wirk of fiction ************************************************ We both jumped into the pool to rinse the now dried cum off of both our bodies. The water was warm and inviting, and the cool pool light was off. We swam around some, and then my friend came over and grabbed my cock. He then said he noticed how I was focused on his cock while he stroked in basement, and asked if I wanted to touch his. Of course I did. We fondled each other a bit in the pool, but he quickly said let's grab a drink, to which I agreed. We both got out of pool without towels. My cock was deflated, but he still had a bit of a chub. We headed to the bar by the pool poured a drink and found a pack of his dad's Paul Maul cigarettes and although we rarely smoked, lit some up. I was worried his dad might notice, but as he pointed out there were several open packs around, and his dad wouldn't notice. At first we just sat around and talked about what happened. We both started getting hard during convo. We both stated that neither had done anything like this with a friend before, but it was hot. Before I knew it, I moved closer to him and started jacking his cock. He didn't say a word, just sat back and enjoyed. He started to prepare cum, and to my surprise, he scooped up some of his cum and tasted it. A few minutes later, he asked me if I wanted a taste. I had tasted my own cum before, but not some one else's. His cum was nice and thick and delicious. I was in heaven and he knew it. Offering me another taste shortly after. He then said he wanted to cum in my mouth. He let me lick the tip of his head, but never stuck his cock in my mouth. That was fine by me. He quickly flooded my mouth with his seed. I was so excited I shot my load and he ended up licking it up. What a night! Things would only get better though in the days to cum!

Many thanks for all your replies and encouragement. I have a fairly high pain threshold and have had plenty of hard nipple play over the years which has reduced the sensitivity alot. I'll definitely get it done professionally and hopefully this week. Thanks again guys🥰

I’m only 6” so unfortunately my dick doesn’t experience the second ring very often. However, when I’m fisting I can definitely feel it. Some guys can even control it independently. flexing and contracting while the rest of their body remains perfectly still. Depending on the guy’s build, anatomy and experience I can usually feel my fingertips pushing through when my wrist is at or just past the asslips. Just about here:

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We're all wired differently and that's ok. I’m similar in this respect and seek to abandon as much control as possible, hence becoming a total cuntboy and more recently just a cunt into servicing. It’s totally about that loss of control after a stressful week... the typical scenario that we’ve all heard about Yet, I ultimately know that I do have control by allowing the experience to go forward. Though I do enjoy the SM aspect also, it started out as an attraction to seeing a man restrained and gradually I began to crave it. I lucked out in meeting some tops who helped me explore until I met a Daddy who took me to the next level with tit play and flogging. Though I’ve drawn the line at CBT. I had one guy step on me while I was sucking him off and I backed off from the pain. He was angry and told me to get out and let him know when I was ready to submit. My “day-to-day” persona emerged and I got up and dressed knowing full well I’d never be returning. I ran into him after that and he was surprised that my sub side was no where to be seen. Don’t get me wrong…I’m a total sub bottom sexually but don’t fuck with me cause not only do I play hard in the bedroom/dungeon, I play hard in the real world.

chapter three it must have been less than 5 minutes with him lay there, exposed and hole starting to drip that toxic load out of him onto the cold club floor, but must have felt an eternity for my guy. I briefly looked up to see who was around and just as I did so someone came out of the dark and moved between my leaking partners legs. He was over six feet tall, had broad shoulders, and dressed head to toe in black leather. He stood out in the club as he clearly enjoyed the gym, but had just hit that sweet spot of toned, muscular but not overbuilt. He was wearing black boots, leather jeans and a black biker jacket open with nothing under it. I could see his amazing body and then there was that face, just a bit of stubble on his dark tanned skin and blue eyes that stood out in the dark. He was stunning, I could see that, but my man had no idea who was stood rubbing between his legs. I could tell the leather guy was shy, almost a bit of a newbie to the scene by the way he did not just help himself, but looked to me for approval. I moved down to stand behind him and leaned him a little closer in so he could kiss my boy. I must have unleashed an animal as the leather guy just started kissing and spitting into my guy's mouth. I started to rub his cock through his leathers and that's when I found it. He must have been at least 8 inches and was not even fully hard. I unzipped and lowered his jeans so his cock could rest against my boys lubed up cock and balls. He stood back up straight and leaned back to me asking “is this guy poz?”, “not sure now, he took a poz load earlier” was all I could whisper back. The idea of my guy being poz made me so hard. The leatherman carried on “that's cool then, was checking as I’m strictly poz for poz fucks”. That answered my question before I even asked it. He stepped back a bit and then just pushed slowly into his hole to the root. He was not going to hold off or take his time, he knew what he wanted, as my other half groaned deeply. He started to fuck his hole using the last guy's load as lube, the sling moved back and forth so he could push in and rock back and forth along with his cock. I stood back and watched, letting him just use my guy, who had not asked questioned or even checked i was still there. The leather guy was building speed and starting to talk dirty right in my guys blind folded face. “you like that raw dick in you? you want my cum? you REALLY want it? you want me to breed you? Tell me how badly you want it!” he said it “breed you” but would my other half work out what he meant? would he pull back in shock? The all I heard was his voice in the dark, “breed my fucking filthy loaded hole with your seed!”, what the fuck! This was so hot it pushed the leather man over the edge and he just pushed in deep, grunting slightly and his hips jolting as he shot stream after stream of poz cum into my guy. He stood there inside him for a few minutes to catch his breath, and then leaned forward to tell him “your one sloppy slut back there, and so fucking hot. If you want to see who just shot in you, just look for the leather man with the wet dick. I might need to get you in leather soon as it would suit your look if your up for it.” the only reply he got back was “ANYTHING you want to do to this body you can. You breed it, you own it”. With that, he kissed him deeply again, pulled his softening cock out of my guys hole, and vanished back off into the dark of the club.