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Chapter 16 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 He said “ I haven’t cum yet, I almost did then he was choking on your cock, his ass was doing some incredible dancing on my cock “. He smiled and added “ I though his ass was going to bite my cock off at the root. “ It was all he could do not to blow his load in the slut’s cunt. The Top guy was looking down on the Married guy who was licking is cock clean, and that was without being told to do so. He asked the Married guy “ Did you enjoy that “? The Married guy answered “ Yes, but my ass needs more “. The Top guy answered “ You know that it is like to get Spit Roasted. I suspect you will be getting a lot more in your future “. In a stern voice he added “ And that is not your ass. From now on, it is your Cunt. Do you understand you worthless fag “? When he started to say something when the Bio-Hazzard guy gabbed his cock in the Slut’s Cunt. The Married guy did a loud squeal “ Yes “. The Bio-Hazzard guy started fucking the Married guy’s cunt in earnest. He was intent on getting his cum in that tight hole and making sure the Married guy remembered this. The Top guy was holding the Married guy down so he could get what was once his ass wrecked by that nasty looking cock. Under normal circumstances the fucking that the Bio-Hazzard guy was giving would have most guys trying to tap-out. With the amount of drugs that had been pushed up the Marred guy’s bottom he was spun and really enjoying it. He would be feeling this in the morning. His ass would be reminding him of the fun it had and after the crash was over it would probably have him looking for more. The Top guy asked the Married guy “ Are you ready for his gift “ ? The Married guy said “ Yes, Oh please give it to me “. They both smiled and the Bio-Hazzard guy started to pound the Bottoms cunt, The Mared guy could only open his eyes and say ‘ Shit “. The Top guy said “ Yeah, Not today Fag “. The Bio-Hazzard guy roared and said “ Take my charged load you faggot “ . He stared shooting ropes of cum in the cunt he had his cock in. He was really wound up and was shooting a huge load. He took pills that were designed to increase the amount of cum he shot, but in his case, they worked more than advertised. He could actually fill a large shot glass. He was pumping in the Married guy, packing a huge load of Toxic cum in his guts. He stopped pumping to catch his breath, The Married guy could still feel a throb in his ass. It seemed to keep shooting drop after drop for an eternity. Every drop of cum the Bio-Hazzard guy had been deposited in the Married guy’s fertile womb. He pulled out his cock and some of the rich cum dribbled out. He told the Married guy “ Stay in this position for a few minutes or you might make a mess” . The married guy thought he was being really nice and considerate, so he stayed there. He didn’t realize that the Bio-Hazzard guy wanted the Married guy to keep is babies in him longer. He looked around as much as he could and saw the Kid on his knees servicing three cocks. It was a wild seen. He would suck one for a few minutes then one of the other guys would grab him and stick his cock in the Kid’s mouth. He reached under and grabbed his cock to try to get off. He was having problems in that position. The Bio-Hazzard guy walked in front of the Married guy and said “ Why don’t you clean off my cock since it was just in our cunt”. The Married guy looked up and saw his cock with the piercing in it and stared to suck on it. He closed his eyes and started to lick and suck the cock that just bred him. It had a strange mix of white and bright pink cum on it. He opened his eyes and looked up and noticed the tattoo on his groin. He suddenly realized what the Bio-Hazzard guy meant when he said he was knocking him up, He was horrified thinking that he was now full of the guy’s POZ seed.

“I’m poz”…after cumming in me.

Luke just got home from the best night of clubbing he ever had. It was just only a half hour before that Chad had given him his phone number after two hours of dancing and kissing on the dance floor. Luke couldn't help but to think of the reflection in the mirror in the club as they danced with Chad's toned, smooth and lightly tanned body moving expertly to the music. He thought about the huge bulge being pushed against his crotch as they danced tightly together. He didn't want to be too eager and call; but if he didn't see Chad again soon, he couldn't live with it. He pulled called the number scribbled onto the drink napkin. "Hello," answered Chad in a gently manner. "Hi, this is Luke. You gave me your number at the club while we...." Luke could hardly finish before Chad replied. "Yeah, cutie. I remember you. What are you doing now? I don't want to be forward, but if you're not tired, we should hang out," Chad offered. Luke was trying not to sound too excited, "yeah, that's cool. I'd like to see you." There was a slight pause and then Chad volunteered, "Just so there's no surprise, I'm HIV positive. I mean, if we end up getting that far, I think you should know up front." There was an even longer pause; as Luke was completely unprepared for that remark and he had never found himself in this position before. "Are you there?" Chad asked. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just...um...surprised. I think you're really hot. I just...well, not saying we'd get that far anyway, but I wouldn't feel comfortable having sex with a poz guy. I don't wanna risk it." "It's cool," Chad said evenly. He heard this before; and had gotten used to it. Still, Luke still couldn't get the image of Chad out of his head; and still felt a longing to feel the huge bulge against him again, and quickly found himself suggesting an alternative, "Well, if we get that far, how about I just blow you? I give great head." Chad tried not to sigh loudly, "Nahh, sorry. Head doesn't get me off. I need to fuck a nice ass raw to get off. So, this isn't gonna work. Sorry man." "Wait," Luke felt a sense of panic, not wanting to let Chad hang up. "I promise you I'll make you cum by sucking you off good." "That never works. Everyone says they can, and it never happens. Sorry," Chad replied. Another awkward pause. Luke was growing desperate. "Um .. well, how about this. I'll suck your cock for ten minutes; and if I can't make you cum, then you can fuck me." Chad was a bit shocked, "Um..., I'm not sure you wanna do that. I'm not kidding, no one has ever made me cum by head before; so I would end up fucking you bareback. And I don't think you'll be able to handle it." Handle it? Luke thought to himself: is it *that* big? Luke was even more aroused at the thought of it now, but kept himself composed, "I can make anyone cum. I promise if I don't make you cum in ten minutes, you can fuck me bare." Chad thought for a moment. "Well, you better not back out. In fact, I want you to lube up your hole with lots of lube before I come over 'cause if I don't cum in ten minutes, like you say, my cock is plunging right into your hole, so, you better be ready." Wow Luke thought to himself and found himself instantly hard, and agreeing to the proposal, gave Chad his address. About 45 minutes later, Luke's mouth opened as Chad pulled down his jeans and revealed 8.5 inches of length and a thick head pointing almost straight up. "I'm counting starting now," Chad said as he looked at his watch. Luke found himself a little scared, but still aroused. He knew the odds of contracting HIV from sucking a poz cock were very low; but he was still nervous. He also felt turned on by the idea, somehow, though. Luke slowly took the tip of the big cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the head for about a minute. "Oh, that's a good start, keep going," Chad urged him, knowing full well, he was not going to cum unless it was up Luke's ass. Luke was giving the best head he could muster, and was surprised only to hear a slight moan every few minutes. Chad stayed rock hard, and Luke thought Chad would come at any moment. Then Chad remarked "One more minute until I own your ass." Luke felt somewhat anxious, but also turned on. He sucked frantically, and played with the low-hangers dangling at the base of the massive cock he was enjoying. In the back of his head, he found himself secretly hoping that he would fail in this task. And then he found himself slowing down some so as to maybe not be successful. "That feels so good, yeah go slower," Chad said, even though the slower pace was even less pleasing to him. Luke sucked even more slowly; and found himself going from the tip to about a third of the way down the cock in about 15 seconds, far slower than his earlier attempts. 'I wonder what it would feel like?' Luke thought to himself, knowing he was failing at his self-appointed task. "Time's up." Chad announced. Luke looked up at him with a sense of wanting and apprehension. "Tell you what," Chad considered, "I'll give you three more minutes to get yourself off the hook. But, if you can't make me cum these last three minutes, I get to cum in your ass too." Luke was so turned on by the idea of this huge cock owning his ass, that he quickly agreed even though he desperately wanted to fail now. "Go slow again like you did. That felt good," Chad lied. So, Luke continued with the slow blowjob while he considered the implications. Now that Luke was wanting to get fucked, he found himself slowing increasing his pace. If Chad liked it slow, then Luke reasoned he should pick up the pace to prevent Chad from cumming. "Oh fuck," Chad said as Luke picked up the pace, "I said go slow...fuck, that feels good...fuck...you...are...good." Chad was starting to lose a little control. Luke sucked ferociously on the cock, gagging occasionally and making the thick meat in front of him as wet as possible. Chad found he was having a little difficulty from getting too aroused; but he kept his eye on the prize and managed to stave off the orgasm that was building within him. Luke felt the cock tightening in his mouth; and feared his mouth would be filled with cum any moment; and now was determined to get fucked, so, Luke stopped suddenly. "I can't do it. Your dick is just too big. My jaw is tired. I give up." Luke tried to act upset and disappointed, yet, at this point, it was nearly impossible to contain the excitement he was feeling. Luke got off his knees and onto the bed on his back. "You win," Luke said in a faked sad voice. "Go ahead and fuck me." Chad had learned to not give neg guys a chance to re-consider. Without missing a beat, he quickly moved into his position, and worked his cock into Luke's pre-lubed hole, forcing his thickness into the tight wanting hole in front of him. "OH GOD!" Luke yelped. "Not all at once! Ahh!" Luke ignored the Chad's order, and shoved his big tool all he way to the hilt. "FUCK! FUCK!" Luke cried, "You're...FUCK...oh fuck!" Luke slowly slid it out a couple of inches and then back into the hilt. "Unhh...No! Fuck!" Luke exclaimed. "I don't know if...oh FUCK!" Chad was slowly picking up his pace. "It's okay, you'll get used to it. Yeah, take my cock. Take it." The initial sharp pains brought Luke closer back to reality and he remembered that Chad was poz; and he started to get tense, saying "I don't know...if..." Luke started to say. Chad cut him off by again pushing in all the way. "Oh fuck! Oh god, that feels amazing..." Luke's ass suddenly got used to the big piece prying its way into his body. "I'm just not sure if...." Another thrust. "Oh fuck! Nooo!" Luke again exclaimed. Chad picked up the pace; he knew Luke was now under his control. "Oh no! No! No!" was all Luke could mutter as his ass was pounded. "Oh yeah, I knew I'd get your ass," Chad taunted, as he continued to drive his cock into his new twink lover. "No..." Luke mumbled. "You want me to stop?" Chad offered, anticipating the answer. "No" Luke could barely utter as he tried to catch his breath. Chad drilled for another minute and then directed Luke, "Get on your stomach." Chad pulled out and Luke immediately complied. Chad shoved his big cock back in, startling Luke again, but pleasing him all the same. "HOLY FUCK! FUCK!" Luke yelled, "No! No! NOOO!" Chad continued to hammer his newly conquered hole, "You ready for my poz cum?" "No! Don't cum in me!" Luke blurted out, yet he was craving it now. "You want me to stop?" Chad asked as he pounded as deeply as he could. "No! No! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Luke screamed. "Get ready for my load!" Chad commanded, picking up his pace. "NO! OH FUCK! NO! NO! FUCK ME!" Luke kept yelling as he neared his climax and was too turned on to reconcile the conflicted feelings he was having. "TAKE IT!!!!" Chad yelled as he buried his cock deep and unloaded in slow, forceful thrusts. "NO!!!!!!!!!!" Luke shouted as he felt the hard cock pulsating in his ass, and as he jizzed himself into his blanket beneath him. Chad collapsed next to Luke as each guy caught his breath. Luke was slowly coming to his senses after the insane fuck he just experienced. "Oh my god. I can't believe I did that," Luke said as he started to regret what just happened. "I told you that you couldn't make me cum from head," Chad replied with a smirk.

Our next stop was the Mexican guys studio. As we drove my hubby asked why I had chosen the next artist. I considered saying something about the artist's work; but, emboldened by the two loads in my ass decided to tell him the real reason. "Honestly he is just so fuckin cute." His sarcastic response, "So I guess that means you want a chance to fuck and poz him to." "No ... but if he'll fuck me ..." "You slut." "Who me .... yeah. Do you wanna watch?" "Fuck no! You don't even know he's gay. " "I can live in hope." "You're a fool." "Probably." I laughed. The Mexican artist met us at the door, and we looked around for a bit at his displayed work. I wasn't overly impressed with this nondescript work, but true to his profile pic the artists was cute. My hubby picked up on this and whispered in my ear, 'he is cute, but I don't find him sexy." We rarely agree on anything and this was one of those times. I not only found him sexy, to me he was so fuckin hot that I could barely contain my hornyness. We kept chatting the artist up and he invited us to his computer screen to peruse his web site. On about the third page, down in the right hand bottom there was a link button, 18+. I asked about it and he invited me to click on it. The next page explained that if the observer went further they would be confronted with NSFW 🔞 art. I clicked on 'Forward' I was asked to enter my birth year to prove I was over 18. No problem so deeper into the web gallery I moved. 'Yes, this was the erotic material I had hoped to find in my research for this art tour.' I said to myself. Full frontal paintings of nude men and women. Some were solo, others in couples or groups. Some were engaged in erotic touch. Deeper into the next page were couples engaged in full coitus. That they were all straight couples was not lost on me. The artist was quick to explain the people depicted had each commissioned him to paint their sexual acts. In fact he had a special studio in the basement dedicated for this artistic service he provided, "Would you like to see it?" "Sure!" I blurted. Quickly snubbed by my husband. "Awe no. I don't want to see that. I'm going outside. Take as long as you want." And he was out the door. My cute Mexican and I made our way to the basement. The studio was beautiful. Decorated like a luxurious hotel room with the sexually explicit paintings all around. The men's cocks were magnificent. I was finally seeing his best art. My inner imp was on the loose and all of a sudden I heard myself probing; "So do you ever join as they have sex modeling for you?" "No" was his initial response, and then he added. "Accept that once. ... I think I still have a copy. I have to keep it hidden from my wife." With a twinkle in his eyes he pulled a paint from a drawer. Three people having sexy. A woman and man, and the second man is definitely the artist. His huge erection is front and center of the painting. "So did you ever touch his cock?" My imp was loose again. "No way man. Have never touched a cock other than mine." "OK, but have you ever kissed a man. " "No way. " "But would you like to try? You know as an artist and all, to get the right feeling into a painting ... um, when a gay couple like us commission a piece I mean." "Um, " he faltered "Well maybe just a kiss." I leaned in taking his face in my hands and pulled him in for a full lip lock. As he lingered and didn't pull away I added some tongue. He tongued me back. I grabbed his hand and pulled it down to my swollen crotch. "What about feeling another man's cock?" His grasp tightened. I helped him pull down my zipper and my hard cock popped out. Without thinking his hand was around my naked girth. As he held on tight I got into his pants and freed up his semi erection. He just kept holding tight so I bent and moved around to take his cock in my mouth. I love that feeling of a nice sized cock going hard in my mouth. I began to swirl my tongue around his swollen dick head. I heard a slight moan so I pushed on down taking in his full length. Now there were loud moans as I encouraged him to fuck my face. At first his strokes were tentative but he soon picked up confidence. It was also clear from his erratic breathing that he was getting close. I just kept encouraging him forward. At the moment of ejaculation he tried to pull away, but I just sucked him in deeper. Each blast of cum painted my throat and was immediately swallowed. He pumped into me quite a number of times and collapsed backwards into the wall behind him to get his breath and balance back. "Fuck man. That was amazing! No woman has done that to me not even my wife. Fuck " "Nice. So would you like to fuck? Fuck me that is?" I figured I might as well 'cut right to the point.'

“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 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?

All I can think about is lubing my hole up, getting those poppers out, and taking raw cock. My load count since getting on PrEP is 5. Love feeling every inch of a cock filling my ass. Yesterday I took 3 cocks, 2 of which bred me. When I am in the sling right after a Top pumps his load into me, I start to push it out. The best feeling is when the cum leaks down your ass, and you hear it hit the ground!

Pins me face down on the bed and laying on my back wispers in my ear how is going to fuck me and he will invite a few of his friends to fuck me when he is done and my hole is dripping.

I cant remember the last time condoms were insisted upon anywhere I went ever.

1st of a cumdumps many loads for his hotel visit. I'd wanted to taste & feel a wet cummy hole. But I was working so only had time for a lunch break. And fuck my balls were aching full. So the cumdump put me in front of his lineup. Arrived at the cumdump's unlocked hotel room. Walked in on jocked ass up waiting on the edge of the bed. It's that kind of ass that makes my cock jump: meaty muscular handfuls of buttceeks on a masculine guy. I had to rim that ass 1st. That got the cumdump moaning. It had been no talking util I heard his masculine moans. He pushed his thick cock out of the jockstrap so I sucked his dick hard from behind. My own dick was raging hard now. Rest is par the course. My slim n short geeky self pumping this big n tall masculine man's ass with my bare cock. The cumdump finally spoke up with a handsome voice about breeding his ass. That sent me over the edge. I finally spoke and said that my cock had a big load to dump, and the cumdump said back " dump it deep in my ass". So I did: shoved in balls deep, and unloaded. I pulled my hard bare dick out of the cumdumps hole. A drop of my cum fell to the floor. The cumdumps butthole looked very wet. My balls had been aching before. Totally full of cum. And now this cumdumps hole was leaking my cum. I slapped the butt cheeks, cumdump stayed ass up anon, so I zipped up, said "thanks", and went back to work. Great pump n dump. Later that night -- -- I texted the cumdump in hopes of rimming his hot ass again. He replied that 8 more guys had dropped by after I'd bred him at lunch! On a weekday wow! All were anon breeders. I went back over to his hotel to taste his cumhole 🙂

Hi all. Not necessarily a new member. I joined the forum many years ago and browsed some of the threads. Then I became very inactive for many years, but now I'm back. So now for my overdue introduction and sexual journey thus far. For many years I've always wanted to be a Piggy cum dump slut, especially after watching Dawson's infamous movie. I wanted to be him. I wanted guys to just use my hole and dump their loads. And over the years I've dabbled with it. As I got older, my sexual urges got stronger, but my sexual awakening happen when I first found out about CumUnion. It was a Friday night in LA. I wasn't sure how good the event would be. I remember how nervous I was waiting in line to enter the party. At this point I was in my mid 30's and I told myself. "You're a full grown adult now. You're a man, don't be shy or afraid of what you want." Prior to arriving I did drink some liquid courage to help embolden the side of me I wanted to let loose. Entering the building, I was nervous and excited at the same time. Upon paying the clerk, he said I could enter straight through the door behind him to the party. Or I can go to the door on the side to check any clothing material if I would like. All of my emotions intensified even more, but I was ready. Entering the side room, I knew what I wanted. I came here to fulfill a fantasy and I wasn't going to turn back. I came prepared. Brand new jockstrap, brand new poppers, my liquid courage was starting to kick in, my slutty ego was ready to come out. I stripped down, bagged my clothes and got my wristband. I already heard a guy make a comment while I was undressing. He wanted a piece of me and I was almost ready to give in. I just smiled back at him and walked out. Entering the party room, it was massive. The main floor was more of a dance floor with a DJ and 3 side rooms where it seemed all the playing was happening. I peeked in the first room and the scent that came out was intoxicating. You know the scent. The musky scent of sweat from men fucking, from semen dropping to the floor and poppers in the air. The room was not too big and fairly dark, but it was filled with men. Men fulfilling their most primitive desires. I was gleeful, but wasn't ready to jump into the action. I wanted to see what the other two rooms held. So I pressed on, leaving the first room and the many hands groping my body as I walked out. The second room was about the same size as the first and had a giant size bed in the center which was already fully occupied. Men were playing here too. Some were watching and touching themselves and others around them. This room did have better illumination in it, where the last only had light coming in from the doorway. Here my eyes didn’t need to adjust. I can see men on their knees servicing other men, others bent over the edge of the bed getting railed. All those involved in some sort of activity had the look of ecstasy on their face. I was almost ready to join in on the fun. Just one more room to check out before I do. The Final room was the largest and most visible, like that of a candle lit dinner, private and cozy. Except there was a sea of men here. More crowded than the last two, if that was possible. The most popular room had various pieces of sex furniture. A sling in the center and to the side a large padded bench that had a wood railing above it. One man was in the sling, letting another man fuck him with such force that I bit my lower lip in anticipation, wanting that to be me. He had other guys around him waiting their turn to penetrate him, and you can see the man in the sling enjoying every thrust. The giver finally gave one last thrust and let out a yell that followed with grunts. My hole was quenching and I could feel the precum escaping into my foreskin. This was the hottest scene I ever got to witness in real life, not porn on a television, but in person. This is what I have been seeking and wanting. Sex clubs didn’t even compare to this. There 90% of the men are clothed and guys walk around being selective and often want to go into a private cubicle. Here, 90% of the men are in Jockstrap or nothing and they all came to FUCK and fuck in the open. To be surrounded by men fucking each other. It was an orgy I will never forget. That night I easily had a dozen guys fuck me and at least half of them dropped their load inside of me. I even got to swallow a load before the night was done. This was the night that I confirmed to myself that I enjoyed being a cum sloppy slut and want to continue more of these adventures. Years have passed and I had completely forgotten about this site. So I’m very happy to have remembered its existence and found it again. I feel like I’m with like minded fellows now that I've matured in my sexual awareness. Thank you all for being here and hearing my tale. I'm currently in Santa Monica, hmu if you want to play or need a cum dump for a party, I’m your guy.

I apologize I have been on vacation myself and extremely busy with work. I want you to know, I will be preparing things as discussed. However, can I just tell you how intensely emotionthis was. The way it ends really concerns me because of Montelongos parents in juxtaposition to this beautiful moment, "'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?" You have created a multitude of important stories from these well-developed characters.

The wife was out of town for the weekend on a shopping trip, so i was left to entertain the kids. After successfully wearing them outover the afternoon and evening, they had crashed and I find myself sitting alone on the lounge, checking out grindr. Start chatting with a guy that was in town working at a concert and was staying at his sisters empty house nearby. He said to come over when i was ready. I cleaned up , made sure everyone was sound asleep, and snuck out without a sound. Got to the place and he met me at the door, in total darkness. It wasn't so bad as the moon was full, and i could make out that he was well built, stocky and handsome. He led me to a back lounge, where it was still dark, but with blinds open there was good moonlight. We were naked in no time and he sat back on a lounge as i started to blow him. His cock grew to a very thick 7' impressive weapon. As the only lube we had on hand was saliva, i tried to work his cock good, spat on my hand and wet up my hole, straddled him forward facing on the longue, and started to ease this monster in. He was rock hard and i felt the pain as each inch slid a little further inside me. I held steady for a moment, he pulled me in tight, kissed me and started slowly working up a tempo. It was a mixture of pain and ecstacy, and in no time i was riding him hard balls deep. After about 10 mins of riding him, i could sense that he was getting close through his grunts and breathing and then he said he was gonna cum. I didn't change stride and kept bouncing up and down until he shot. I sat right down on him and could feel him pulsing inside my ass. I let him empty every last drop in me before getting off, dressing and leaving. I've never had a guy cum so heavily in me. When i got home i pushed out so much cum from my ass. It had me that horny, that i barely started stroking my cock, and came all over myself in the bathroom. I had a shower and went to bed with a tender fuckhole and beautiful memories.

The Second Chapter April 1996. Matthew is 18 years old. He lived. He came. He conquered. Matthew wakes up in the middle of the night. It is two in the morning and his bed is soaked with sweat. He stays in bed for the next three days and he’s on his feet again on the forth, and his life precedes as normal on the fifth, although ‘normal’ may be too kind of a word to use here, as nothing from this point onwards is normal in the world of Matthew Taylor. He hears of the dreaded news one day at the doctor’s office, but much of this memory has become a blur to him. “’m sorry to say,’ says the doctor, sorrowfully, ‘that you are HIV positive.” These are the words that no one should ever hear, and definitely not to a boy of Matthew’s age who did not ask to receive this. “Now, there are limited treatment options …” continues the doctor, but Matthew does not register anything else from this point onwards. The world drowns out in white noise as he sees his future disappearing before his eyes, not wanting to die at such an early age. He weeps in his car and the sky weeps along with him on the drive back home. He weeps himself to sleep until there are no more tears to shed, even if he tries. Six month later. He feels different. He feels stronger. He feels hornier. Matthew's body is changing and he feels very powerful, so he goes to the gym on a daily basis and in no time at all, he is very muscular. He particularly enjoys the attention that he is receiving from the onlookers of men on the streets, at the gym, at school. He is at his best friend’s place and they are playing cards when his friend has to leave for soccer practice, so now he is home alone with his best friend’s dad, Scott, who has just arrived home from his work as an electrician. “Can I get you anything to drink, mate?” Scott asks. “Water’s fine, Mr. Anderson,” Matthew replies. “You know you can call me Scott. How’s school going?” “It’s going alright. Semester’s holiday is coming up.” Scott hands Matthew a glass of water. Matthew has never paid any particular attention to Scott before up until this point. He’s always seen him as his best friend’s dad and nothing else, but now, alone in the kitchen with just the two of them, Matthew finds him particularly attractive, with the scruffy two day beard and the tradie uniform that was in desperate need of washing. There is a scent that Matthew often releases, masculine and dominating, that seems to wither down men’s inhibition, making them more seductive, submissive. It was having an effect on Scott, the bulge in his pants becoming noticeably apparent and he begins to have difficulty diverging his gaze away from Matthew's own pants. He doesn’t know what has gotten over him. ‘Is everything alright, Mr. Anderson?’ Matthew asks. ‘Yeah, just have to use the bathroom,’ Scott says, and he excuses himself quickly. Matthew follows him, and he meets him in the bathroom splashing water on his face. They meet each other’s gazes in the mirror and for a brief moment, no one says anything, until Matthew begins to rub the bulge on his pants. Scott can’t take his eyes of it, although he does try very hard to do so. Temptation takes hold of Scott and he turns around, walks towards Matthew, pulls his pants down, gets on his knees, tastes him with his mouth. He is not particularly good at it, scraping Matthew’s cock with his teeth from time to time, and often gagging on the size. Scott’s eyes are closed as he rocks back and forth and Matthew wonders what he is thinking at this moment, on his knees serving another man for the first time, while his wife and kids are away. There is a slight guilt that runs through Matthew’s body on what they are doing and what will happen in the next ten minutes or so, but he brushes the thought and feeling away, the same way that you might clear a table by pushing everything on the floor, and fills his mind with lust and excitement as to what he is about to do to this man. He pulls Scott off the ground and they kiss. It is passionate and romantic that rivals that of his wife. They walk to his best friend’s room and he pushes Scott onto the bed on his back, removes his pants. Scott’s ass is hairy and tight. Matthew spits on his dick and on Scott’s hole and slides it in, slowly, until it is balls deep. He looks into Scott’s eyes, brown and a bit vacant, as he thrusts, slowly at first, then a bit faster, while Scott lays there silently. It is difficult to tell for sure whether Scott is enjoying the experience, from the silence, but it doesn’t matter because to Matthew, he, like any other men he had conquered, is just a piece of meat for his own pleasure. His life will be short-lived after the infection, like that of Matthew, but he has served his purpose of pleasuring men. It was unfair and unjust to shorten Matthew's life like that, with the infection, and he was determined to take down as many people along the way as he could for as long as he lived. “You will learn to love this,” Matthew whispers in Scott’s ear, releasing deep inside him in the process. He pulls his dick out and Scott is quick to put it back into his mouth to clean it. Indeed, Scott does learn to love this, and he is often found with a raw dick inside him on business meetings across the country soon after.

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.

Chapter 10: Socials Between my old and new roomies, my new fuckternity buddies and other guys I've met on campus, my ass was taking a beating. My once tight hole was now loose and accustomed to taking large cocks. My roomie and I would usually fuck everyday, but I at times begin to turn him away. That wasn't a problem though as my old roomie would gladly take my place. The fuckternity was amazing. Someone there was always looking for fun. I'd often stop by the house on my way home from class just to suck some cock. And the socials, OMG. They were not like your typical fraternity socials where a fraternity would invite a sorority over for a party. They were mostly socials thar those who didn't make the cut were invited to before, but didn't make the cut. The vast majority of those who didn't make it came back. The reasons they hadn't made the cut had been noted, and the brothers worked on that to help them pledge again next year. As long as they attended most of the parties, and progressed, they were a shoe in for Brotherhood next year, although they would still have to go through the rush process again. The brothers seemed to latch on to certain guys, and although there was fun in the basement, they would privately tutor them in their rooms. In fact my roomie and I had our eye on one, and would invite him to our room. I wasn't sure that he'd make the cut as he was a lady boy. When he showed up at rush, he was wearing black lacy panties. I suspect the only reason it was accepted is that he did have a huge uncut cock. My roomie and I discussed it, and said he would be a challenge, but he thought he would be fun to play with, and an ass for me to practice on. I agreed. At the socials, the lady boy didn't show up in panties, but rather sexy underwear. I suspect that someone had tipped him off to not wear girly panties. At the first social, my roomie and I paid close attention to him. A couple of guys fucked him, and he was quite verbal. My roomie approached him and invited him back to our dorm room. Not known to me at the time, my roomie told him to go home and slip some silky panties on first though. Shortly after the lady boy showed up at our door. He immediately stripped exposing his huge cock and crotchless lacy panties. My roomie and I immediately stripped, and my roomie locked lips with him. The lady boy seemed to enjoy it, but pulled away and said breed me. My roomie told him to turn around and show him his ass. The lady boy did and said breed my pussy. My roomie buried his face in his ass which sent him over the edge. I made the decision to put a ball gag in his mouth, as he was so vocal. My roomie also suggested we blindfold him. As I was getting the blindfold, I heard the sound of ripping panties. My roomie took both hands putting them in the crotchless panties and ripped them off him. He instructed him to bend over the desk, and then motioned for me to fuck him. Although the panties didn't do anything for me, seeing them torn off got me hard and leaking. I shoved my cock deeply in him, and started thrusting away. Even with my pathetic cock in him, I was glad the ball gag was in as he was moaning like a bitch in heat. I lasted longer than I ever had before! I would have lasted longer, but he shot a hands free load as I was fucking him. That sent me over the edge. I pulled out, removed the ball gag, and said clean my cock and floor you fucking sissy. He cleaned my cock first, and then got on his knees to lick his cum from the floor. As he was bent over, my roomie put the ball gag in and mounted him, giving him the most intense fuck I'd even seen him give. After he unloaded in him, I ate his cum filled hole, and swapped it with him. We all got on the bed, with the lady boy between us. He was exhausted and we mostly made out. He was starting to get hard again, and my roomie got down and started sucking his cock. I thought I came quickly, but he didn't last 5 minutes! After finishing him off, we got together on the bed, grabbed a swift drink, made out and started talking. My roomie asked him what he thought. He said he had never been fucked as hard as that before. My roomie then asked what he thought about me breeding him. He said my cock was more like he was used to, but he was happy that I at least opened him up some before. My roomie said that he reminded him of me, and told him it was ashame that he didn't top with the gift he had between his legs. He said he's tried before, but we had seen how quickly he came. My roomie explained that I was the same way, and he's helped me in becoming a top, and could help him also. He said he'd like that. We both smiled. In the back of my mind, I knew that my ass would be one of the first lessons! With that my roomie suggested that he had some friends he wanted us both to meet, and that he would arrange a group at their house later in the week. We had another drink, and sent the lady boy on his way. I then asked my roomie about his friends, and he said they were jocks and I'd love them. By now we were drunk and exhausted, and simply crashed. I knew I'd wake up to my roomies cock on me in the morning though. Next up Chapter 11: Becoming a top.

It's seldom expressed in words - more in grunts, groans of pleasure - guttural, involuntary sounds of pure Lust. It doesn't hurt that others can hear it too ... Sometimes if I'm lying on the Hole's back, rutting and about to Breed, I'll whisper in his ear "now it's time to make you one of my boys ...", and that almost always elicits the right reply.

Me too 😈

I prefer what I call 'professional bottoms' - meaning they are prepared to get fucked. I like hole pre-loosened, clean and lightly lubricated. Tight holes require too much work. And there is a 50/50 chance the bottom won't be able to handle me.

10 Jack opened the door and saw that Brad was ready to serve his master. He sat on his knees waiting with his mouth open. Jack stepped on his slut and pulled Brad's head back and spat in his face and then pushed his face into his crotch. Good so slut from now on you can wait for me every day. The recognizable horny smell of Jack's monster dick crept into Brad's nose and made him instantly horny and he began to moan lightly. If he hadn't been wearing a penis cage, his slut cock would certainly have been stiff. Brad opened his mouth and started kissing and licking his master's dick. You start to know your record slut, that makes me happy. Spoil your master's pole, worship it and make it nice and stiff. Brad's heart started beating faster and he opened his mouth and eagerly took his master's pole into his mouth. He started sucking on it gently andpushed it as deep as he could into his throat. His master's cock began to swell and grow in his mouth and Brad almost got a gag reflex. Brad began to suck more firmly on his master's pleasure pole and Jack looked on approvingly and was proud of his achievement. Soon he will be allowed to do a first testand we will see how he has gone through his transformation. Jack pulled Brad off his pole and pushed him onto the bed. Enough for now slut and stay on the bed. Brad was shocked and didn't know why he had to stop giving his master a, didn't he do it well enough or did his master want to do something else with him first. He lay down on the bed as asked of him and he saw jack walk to the wall and take some of his belongings. Jack came back to the bed saying nothing but placed a collar around Brad's neck, 2 wristbands and 2 ankle straps. A chain was attached to the collar, his arms were fastened together on his back and a piece of chain was placed between his legs, so he could certainly still walk but he did not have to think about walking because the piece of chain was too short for that. He was given a mask with only his nose and mouth outand was given headphones with loud music. Jack helped him straight and pushed him forward. Brad had lost the north for a moment and didn't know where he was in the room and how far away he was from the wall. He stepped on but was still afraid to run into something. He felt Jack put his hand on his shoulder and make him stop. Jack opened the door but Brad, who couldn't hear or see anything, didn't notice. Again Jack pushed him forward and the Brad stepped forward and realized that he must have left the room. Jack turned him to the left, put his hand on his shoulder and she stepped back straight. A few meters further she stopped back Jack opened another door and she stepped into the room. In the middle of the room she stopped and Brad's arms were loosened, the chain between his legs was removed as was the chain on his collar. The headphones were taken off. It was quiet in the room, there wasa smell in the room of sweat and sex but still Brad could not see where he was. Brad heard several people coming into the room and 1 of them was definitely a woman as she was already moaning loudly and begging to be. She must surely have been drugged, Brad thought to himself. He heard the woman being laid on the bed the other he heard going around the room and then the sound of the footsteps stopped. He could only hear the groaning woman. Brad didn't understand what was happening. Jack came to stand next to him. Soon when you hear the door close you can take off your mask slut, I will leave you alone and you can make a choice for the last time. Brad, who still didn't understand what was happening, nodded. He felt his penis cage being loosened and then he heard Jack go out of the room and close the door. Brad stopped for a moment and then hesitantly took off the mask. It was fairly dark in space. He looked around but couldn't see much until a lamp started to light up in the corner. There the woman lay moaning on the bed. She was fingering herself. Brad looked at it and wasn't sure what to do. The woman could not yet see him properly because he was in the dark. Because there is a heterosexual scene described here, I have removed it, otherwise I would be banned here. If you want to read it you can do this in the straight bi section or click on the link How my girlfriend made me in to a dick craving meth whore - Page 3 - Straight & Bi FICTION - Breeding Zone No said Brad, I'm a slut and am only here to serve real men. When Brad had spoken those words, another lamp on the other side of the room started to light up and Brad saw 2 solid black daddy's sitting. The woman who begged but Brad didn't hear her anymore his thoughts were already with those 2 daddy's. One called out to him where are you waiting for slut. Prove it that you are a slut and that you are only here to serve real men. Come here slut so we can see what kind of slut you are. We have alot of good stuff for you. Brad stepped into his new life as a slut without looking behind him. When he was almost with the 2 men, the other said that he had to sit on his knees, he had to know his place and level and that was not the same as that of the 2 men. Brad sat down on all four and waited for his first order. He looked down and saw that his cock had already stiffened. This was further proof to him that this would be his new life. Jack, who had been watching the screens in another room the whole time, knew that Brad had passed the test. The transformation was complete and had taken over his previous self. Now let it be used by those 2. He will soon beg to be allowed back to his cell. Are you thirsty asked the Steven, Brad nodded. Openyour mouth and I will give you something to drink. Brad opened his mouth and pulled Brad by his hair and pushed his mouth over his pole and started emptying his bladder. Brad's mouth was completely filled with Steven's dick which was even flaccidly bigger and thicker than his master's. But despite the fact that his mouth was completely filled, he knew what to do and did not let a drop go to waste. Good so slut swallow my chem piss but nice and nice. Jack trained you well. Nick came to sit behind him and roughly pushed his finger into Brad's hole. This hole doesn't stretch so hard anymore, he said to his mate. Steven laughed that's good because otherwise my bat would never fit in. Nick withdrew his finger and took some shards and pushed the shards into Brad's lair. Here are some ass sweets for your slut because a real slut must always be horny and flying. Brad, who had been craving high for a while, relaxed more because he knew he was going to fly back soon enough. Thank you master for the ass candy said Brad. Nick started growling because he couldn't wait to get started with the new toy and only gave solid chats on Brad's ass. Brad moaned and his ass started to look nice red. Brad felt the burning sensation rise and began to moan more violently as he longed for what was to come. In the background you could hear the woman beingbrought in and still begging to be fucked but the men and the slut didn't give her any more attention. Brad was only busy with the men who were with him. Steven pulled Brad's ass open so that Brad's cunt was nicely visible. Time to discharge my chem piss Nick said and he pushed his half hard pole into Brad's hole. Brad, already starting to fly lightly, dropped his mouth open and began to moan lightly. He felt his intestines being filled with Nick's chem piss and bit his lower lip with pleasure. Nick withdrew his pole and quickly inserted a plug into the gaping hole of his new toy. Let's do that for a while, he said. Steven sat down on all four and sat down with his ass in front of Brad's face. Nick pulled the ass open and ordered Brad to lick Steven's ass. The horny smell of Steven's cock and ass came towards Brad and wound him even more. Just now he licked another pussy and it didn't bother him, this time he licked a man's ass and he couldn't get enough of it like a possessed one he licked Steven's cunt. Nick pushed Brad even deeper but Brad didn't mind, preferably he was all the way in Steven's ass. His dick had already gone limp again as the chems were starting to do their job. Nick let Go of Brad's head and Steven stood back up. They took a bucket and placedit on Brad's ass and pulled the plug out of Brad's cunt without warning. Brad got a twinge of pain but the pain subsided and the piss ran out of his ass into the bucket. Open your mouth, Nick ordered and he took the bucket and emptied the bucket into Brad's mouth. Half ended up in his mouth, the other half ran over his head and body. Swallow slut, swallow. Brad swallowed the piss he had in his mouth and let the rest of his body drip. What a dirty filthy slut you are grinning Steven. That's how we like to have our sluts. High, nasty and. Now you only have to be filled with our positive babies and then you are complete. Brad had to stand up and started to stagger a bit on his legs and the chems were already screaming through his body. Nick grabbed his head and spat in his face and looked into Brad's eyes. If you are already flying slut, you are ready to be used and serve your masters. Brad could hardly speak anymore but could still say yes while moaning. Are you sure steven, are you sure you don't want any more because we only fuck you if you beg for it. Brad only heard the words more, fucking, begging and he said half intelligible I want it all. Well so slut we like to hear that and he was pushed on the bed. Suck Nick's pole stiff as I prepare your point. Nick stuck his half hard pole into Brad's open mouth and he started sucking on it like a savage. The half hard pole almost completely filled Brad's mouth and he felt it grow and swell even more. His mouth was now completely open and he still did not have enough space to fully work the monster inside. He felt that his mouth corners would almost tear but still he pushed him even deeper inside. Meanwhile, Steven had prepared a small point and put a strap around Brad's arm and looked for a vein. Brad was already so flying and enjoying the new cock in his slut mouth that he didn't realize Steven was about to let the syringe disappear into his arm. Steven saw a register and looked grinning at Nick who said push it all the way in. Brad who hadn't noticed this felt the rush coming up, Nick pulled his pole back andBrad's eyes flopped open completely and started coughing and then begging loudly. His hands went over his body thatfelt electric, with every touch he became even more aroused. His hands went to his own flaccid pole and with one hand he pulled on his flaccid dick and the other hand he tried to push completely into his cunt. Steven and Nick looked amused at the spectacle. Nick took Brad's hands and placed them on his nipples. Play around with this. Fuck me, rape me called Brad whohad completely lost control. We will certainly do that, Steven said. He came to sit at Brad's balls and opened his mouth and took the slut's balls into his mouth and started biting lightly on them. Brad hadn't had this experience yet and it makes it even. Hmmmmm yes, louder Brad cried. He now got a chat from Nick who said that they would determine what happened. Brad's eyes were completely open and spinning around in his head. His mouth was open and his tongue fell out of his mouth. Nick now came to sit behind Brad and turned Brad around so that he was on all four. Steven sat down in front of Brad and pushed his half hard pole into Brad's mouth and he started sucking on it. Nick placed his hard monster against Brad's sphincter and in 1 movement he pushed his dick into the warm humid cave. Brad could handle quite a bit but this monster in 1 time to work inside made him gasp and he let out a loud moan. Steven pushed poppers under his nose and his cunt relaxed more and more with each inhalation. Nick felt that Brad's hole had accepted his monster dick and began to gently fuck him. Steven on the other hand pushed his long medium thick pole throat deep and kept Brad's head in place so that his pole stayed deep in his throat. Brad didn't have a gag reflex anymore but Steven's dick was so big he couldn't breathe anymore. After a few seconds without air, Steven withdrew his dick and Brad gasped. He didn't get much time to catch his breath because Nick started to increase his speed and Steven pushed his pole back in. The drool ran out of his slut's mouth and his ass began to be completely open. What a blissful hole you have slut called Nick, still nice and narrow, warm and humid. He started fucking him now. Nick was almost at his first high point and started panting and growling heavily. He hit the ass of his new toy a few times pushing his pole balls deep one last time and with a loud moan squirted his first load of the evening deep into Brad's intestines. Here are my positive baby slut, take my dirty DNA and from now on you can call me daddy because I got you pregnant with my toxic load. Yeah called Steven give it to him. Brad moaned loudly and felt Nick's monster squirt load after load of toxic seed into his burrow. Nick pulled his pole out of Brad's hole and some seed ran out of Brad's cunt. He took it with his limp dick and pushed it back in. Brad was turned on his back and now it was Steven's turn. Nick ordered Brad to lick his dick clean and Steven pushed his pole in. Nick had loosened and moistened the hole and he felt that Brad's hole was nicely filled with seed. With each thrust you could hear a popping sound through the seed and the hole that had been nicely open. Brad was still flying high and again got the poppers pushed under his nose and had to take some sniffs. Nick's monster began to swell back from Brad's licking and sucking. See what you do with slut said Nick. My cock doesn't want to stop yet you're ready for the second round. Is your ass ready to become a real slut hole. Brad, who was enjoying himself, could only moan. Steven looked at Nick and knew what to do. He stopped fucking and lay down on the bed. Brad had to sit on Steven's pole and could now set the pace himself, but not for long. He was pushed on Steven's chest by Nick, Brad who was still so high didn't know what was about to happen. But Nick was ready to push his monster into the hole as well. Steven quickly pushed some poppers under Brad's nose and said take a few deep sniff sluts because you will need it. Brad snorted heavily at the poppers and groaned at the new rush he got from it. He felt that there was again pushing against his sphincter. Through the poppers , his hole opened up a little more and Nick was able to gently push his pole inside. Brad didn't know what he was feeling and his mouth dropped open and he moaned loudly. His hole pulled open even more and Nick's monster schooled inside. Oh fuck Oh fuck called Brad, yes slut take our cocks. Brad's cunt was fully pulled open and it felt complete with the two poles in it. Brad was in complete ecstasy now that there were two dicks in his ass and he cried out in pleasure. Rape me fill me with your dirty babies. Both Nick and Steven grinned and growled upon hearing the slut's pleasure. Take our cocks baby let us fill your hole said Nick, and he started fucking the slut at a leisurely pace. Steven pulled Brad's head towards him spit in his face, and started to tongue kiss him and said when he broke off the kiss what a dirty slut you are. We will have a lot of fun with you in the future. Brad was still completely gone and constantly shouted yes harder, fuck me, deeper, give it to me. Hearing the slut made both Steven and Nick horny as hell and Nick stepped up the pace. Steven put his nails in Brad's back and scratched him. Brad himself came to a high point due to the stimulation of his prostate and moaned very loudly, from his flaccid pole ran a huge load of seed. Steven felt the seed running on him and called out to Nick, you had him squirted. What a dirty heavenly slut this is. Brad's energy dropped for a moment because he had cum and Nick felt that the resistance of the cunt had now completely fallen away. He was given even more space to push his monster inside and now began to fuck him hard. Brad moaned loudly with every thrust he received. Both Nick and Steven got to the high point and with a few last thrusts they came at the same time. Brad felt his hole filled with Nick and Steven's dirty seed for the second time. Both daddy's pulled their limping pole out of Brad's gaping hole and saw their seed begin to flow out. Nick quickly took a large butt plug and pushed it into Brad's hole. This will not be enough he said laughing we need a bigger one to keep our gift in place. Steven took the biggest plug and gave it to Nick. Nick took the other plug out of Brad's gaping hole without resistance and pushed the thicker plug in. This will stay put, he said. Both men came off the bed and hit Brad's ass again and said they would book him in the future. Jack had also come into the room and looked at his slut who was high and counted out on the bed. Well gentlemen he passed his test. Nick laughed and looked at Brad on the bed, I think he can still learn some things but this will be his new life. He is made to serve men like us. Steven nodded affirmatively. Steven gave Jack a thick envelope and they left the room. Jack came to sit on the bed and whispered in Brad's ear that he was proud of his transformation and that Brad should be proud of what he had become. Jack showed the thickly filled envelope and said that he had earned nice money for his master and that he would soon get a nice reward for it and that he would earn even more money for his master in the future because that was only the reason for his existence. Making money with his slut pussy for his master. Brad started to regain his strength and said thank you master I just want to make you happy and only suck dicks and get fucked by real men. Brad was given a chain around his neck and the mask over his head and was taken back to his room. This time his master had to help him because he was shaky on his feet. In the room, the chain and mask were taken off and Brad was able to crawl on the bed. Brad was still flying the chems and closed his eyes and got lost in his thoughts and fantasies. Jack looked amused at his creation and saw that Brad started to shiver, a grin appeared on his face and thought to himself if his fuckflue would have started. He put a blanket over Brad and then left the room. Tomorrow we can see if he was in full transformation he thought with a huge grin on his face.

Big corporate healthcare companies are buying up medical practices and then giving them the Wallstreet makeover where decisions are based on profit not what is best for the patient. The same think is happening with hospitals. Catholic run hospital chains are merging and taking over struggling and not struggling community hospitals and then enforcing Catholic religious restrictions. So no more abortions, birth control, etc. Basically forcing every patient to follow Catholicism if they want to be treated at that hospital. So much for freedom of religion and Trumps' supreme court will make it worse if they can.

Two things come to mind- 1) I met up with a black guy once who had a 10 inch dick. We had to be quiet cuz he lived with his sister and she was down the hall from him. As he slid into me, I was moaning (but sorta quietly) and he whispered in my ear "Shut up and take it, bitch." And fuck, that opened my hole up even more. I also loved that he only ate me out for lube (and I sucked his cock too) but he tongue fucked me so well that his cock slid perfectly into me. It was only uncomfortable when he was balls deep in me. 2) I'm not a bug chaser but I don't mind meeting up with undetectable guys and I met up with this one guy who had me over when his husband was out running errands. He took me up to their master bathroom, which was really big, and bent me over their sink and fucked me raw. He also did a lot of poz dirty talk with me too (and me replying back in kind) and I'm usually soft when I'm fucked but that time, I was rock hard. I think he was surprised too when he reached around to stroke me as he pounded my hungry hole. I also loved being a secret cumdump hehe.

Went to subway sauna last night in Melbourne for nude night! it was one of the busiest time I was there! Immediately after I got in, 6ft big belly hairy daddy stand behind me when I’m undressing at the locker, his girthy cock hard and telling me as I took off my panties he will breed me. Lock my locker and he took me to a room and I’m on my back and he just spit on his cock and force his cock! My hole was dry no lube, and it was painful and he don’t care and just force it in, but disappointingly he didn’t fuck me long, felt like a minute and he came inside. I didn’t even get time to adjust to enjoy. He came slip out and left. i just went to dark room, put some lube and then went on all 4, and not long I’ve had 5 different guys use me one after another, at some point I was sucking cock, getting fuck. Bliss! I can feel I’m leaking cums after that first round. Walk around a bit, went to a porn theatre and saw two really hot Asian top, offer my ass and they both took me to a room and they both taking turn breeding me. And this is where I hit the jackpot One of the Asian guy and I think he has hyperspermia! Or he just came bucket loads! My gosh he came in my mouth and it was soo much I can swallow all on one gulp, my mouth was full and cums was dripping out. Felt like I had 10loads in my mouth at once. Swallow them all. Soo good! one of the best session there so far.

She doesn’t need to know but does she find out? Does he get slammed!? We need answers lol . Great story

As usual, my vacation made me want to never come back. LOL. And I am sore from work, and it’s not even strenuous, just wiring for new lights and drywall patching. But damn my shoulders and legs feel all the overhead work and ladder climbing. Last night I slept good for the first time since being back. It’s rare for me to sleep past 4 a.m., but this morning I woke up at 5:15. It felt like being on vacation again. Sleeper’s parents won’t give up, so they will find a way, but he has a little more time, and he needs to stick around long enough to let Assmunch and Zeus know his real story. It’s funny, isn’t it, how the branches are filled with people from so many different backgrounds, some you look at an wonder ‘why would you put yourself through this if you could have a fantastic life without superiors ordering you around all day?’ But everyone has a different reason for joining up, and some do it on impulse, or they just want to get as far away from their previous life as they can. Back in my dad’s day, it was about the security of a promised career, decent income, being legitimate. Now I hear a lot of stories about learning trades and being instantly employable after a 4 year or 8 year enlistment. And of course, all the branches now have the ‘up or out’ approach, so hanging around just treading water for a paycheck isn’t possible. I hope your four day weekend at the beach house was fun!

This sounds a lot like me. Plugged in my phone to recharge and went to kitchen to get a snack. Wife came home from work (I hadn't paid attention to time) and headed into other room. I finished getting snack and we t to other room to find my wife looking through my gallery. I'd plugged phone in but forgot to shut it off and she doesn't know my code to open it, ugh, so dumb. I had pics showing me cross dressed, playing with an assortment of dildos and vibrators, locked in a chastity device (don't have it anymore as someone stole it), a video of me getting fucked from slow to fastest setting by my fuck machine which has an 11" very fat black dong. To say the least, she was pissed. Till then she'd only suspected such things but now she saw proof. Basically her own fault mostly. It's been over 23 years since we last had sex. She'd got her 'change of life --menopause somewhat earlier than avg and we went from 6, 8, 12, 20 times per week of sex to zero in less than 2 months. Was difficult for me at first but although I loved sex, I thought I could handle it. I actually did do very good for between 5-6 years. I'd been completely straight my entire life to this point, not even a thought of me ever doing anything gay. Then a trip into Des Moines for business that I'd figured would take most of the day but actually only took a little over an hour. This left me with a lot of time on my hands. I decided I didn't want to rush home and thought I'd drive around town to see what changes had been done. I'd went to school in Des Moines for electronics almost 40 years before and though I'd been back to town a few times since had not really had time to look around. Huge amount of changes. Old YMCA downtown had been taken down and new one built elsewhere. About 7 or 8 of us had stayed there while in school. Very cheap back then at only $15 dollars per week. That got you a small room, with single bed, a desk, two chairs and small closet, but you could not have a hot plate or anything else to fix food but no problem as cafe in Y and several others within a couple of blocks, but added feature was no extra charge to use any of the Y's facilities if not in use by some group, which meant, to me anyway, I got to use gym to shoot baskets and sometimes even got in games when enough guys there, not a big swimmer but sometimes that's fun, weight room and whatever else was open (never tried handball courts as although I know how to play many different sports that's one I'd never learned even to today). Found many other changes, when going to school, there had been 5 or 6 drive-in theaters in Des Moines, now zero. Then upon turning a corner, about half way in that block, I just happened to look at a sign on a building, the name of an adult store & arcade. That kicked in my damn curiosity, as I'd heard of them but never been in one. I drove around the block and slowing down saw a sign pointing up alley saying parking for that place in rear, so I turned in and parked. Absolutely no idea what to expect inside. Entered and didnt take long to be amazed at how many 'sex' toys there seemed to be. I was actually quite naive and only barely knew anything except I knew about dildos and vibrators but had no idea of how many different ones there were plus had to read packages to find out what many things actually were. Walked around just basically in discovery mode trying to figure out many items I had no idea of plus in separate room found rack after rack of videos (back then and only about 12-14 years ago almost all were VHS tapes lol). In a previous job and many years before and married to my first wife (my present wife is my third one) my boss and I had been invited to a stag party in another small town about 7 miles away being held by a customer. Invite had stated, only men invited-stag only, there will be several XXX movies to be shown (these were all 8mm on reels-way old huh?), bring your own beer but he'll have lots of chips and dips. All movies shown were straight sex but kind of interesting. I've drank quite a bit of beer when younger, but even then preferred my Bacardi 151 Rum and Coke (no damn ice please as I'm not a polar bear lol) but invite said beer, so I took a twelve pack of Budweiser in a cooler and my boss brought an entire case of Bud (largest selling beer in the world at that time and main plant in St Louis, Missouri and still the only beer I drink and reg Bud as I detest light beers). Lots of joking and other odds and ends of talk before and during the movies. I drank, I think, either 8 or 9 of my beers and boss probably one or two more than me. We watched approx 12 or so movies by then, and since we had to work the next day and they still had probably 25-30 more movies, (that guy had one of the largest collections of 8mm porn I have ever seen) we left and headed for home but not straight home as we stopped at this bar deciding g to have just one more before going home. It was just about midnight then and entered and took seats at bar and boss ordered himself a beer but I'd had enough of that, I thought, and they had no 151 Run, so settled for reg Bacardi Rum and Coke. Was almost done with my drink, when for first time looked around the bar and almost fell off stool when, clear at back table I saw four of my closest friends. My boss said he was going to have another beer and asked if I wanted another drink which I declined telling him I was going back to talk to my friends. He nodded saying take your time I'll drink slow. Went back to table and friends were surprised as hell. Told me to sit down and join them. They were just ordering again when I got there and one was my best friend (a year younger and we'd met when he entered 7th grade and I'd entered 8tb grade and we're still best friends even today, which makes it 61 years of friendship) and he told waitress to bring me one too. Apparently they were all drinking same thing and when it was brought to table I found out that they were all drinking pitchers of Budweiser, no glasses lol, everyone had their own pitcher and we're drinking right from the pitchers. Not what I'd expected but not polite to refuse a friend's offer so I started drinking my pitcher and talking and joking with them with gusto as it had been a while since I'd been able to party with any of them as out of the 5 of us, I was the only one married at the time. Didn't pay attention to time as having such a great time with old friends (oh and as of now, only my best friend and I are the only ones still alive). Before I knew it, I'd drank 3 of those pitchers, and was getting pretty doggone wasted when my boss tapped me on the shoulder saying we'd better head out as it was now 2 AM and closing time for bar. Boss had drank more beer than me at stag party and then at bar while I was downing pitchers he'd had another 9 or 10 beers, and was about as wasted as Mr and he was driving. Had to drop me off at my home, on SW side of town and then drive to his home clear across town on the NE side of town. I had to open business in morning meaning we opened at 8 AM but I had to be there to get things organized by 7:30 AM and I hadn't drank that much in several years so guess what, I was bent over the porcelain stool for almost 3 hours after getting home so almost 5 AM before I fell asleep. Ugh approx 2 hours of sleep hung over terribly with wife just laughing but 7:30 I was entering shop. 8 AM unlocked door and OMG was I happy it started out a very slow morning. Delivery guy showed up on time but no sign of boss. Delivery guy as also stocked inventory we'd had delivered from main office the afternoon before. I was only 24 then and he was 60 something and slow as hell. I'd put away stuff when he was on vacation and was a large shipment and even answering phone and filling orders had it all in proper places on shelves before end of day, but that old guy almost always had half the things left to put away the next morning. Finally boss showed up and hour late looking about as bad as I felt. He told me he was going to make me a deal, let me go back home to get some sleep, keeping me on the clock but I had to come back no later than 1:30 PM and relieve him and then he'd go home to rest. Then next morning we'd both be ok to go. Great deal and that little extra sleep did me wonders but was last good thing that boss ever did. Loved my wife but she just could not keep her legs together. I told 5 different guys that they would find better health in a different town and I had a rep as nobody to fuck with so all 5 packed up and left, 4 of them, not close friends, but supposed to be friends. Thought that had ended it but then found out boss had been fucking her too as she'd taken on job of babysitting his kids and I stead of him doing his rounds tosmall towns around us plus businesses in town, he was taking off home to fuck my wife. Then he quit job and went to work for a client just as I found out about them so I demanded that she quit babysitting and actually found her another job as a waitress, more money, right next door to where my dad worked. It was an old time style family oriented bar and restaurant and one of the cooks was my aunt, my dad's sister so I figured no way could she cheat anymore lol, was I wrong. She soon was fucking the guy that delivered their bread, again a supposed friend of mine. I bowled on Tuesday nights, two back to back leagues. He bowled only the first one, different team but we almost always had talks. Then found out while I was bowling zecond league he would head to our place and fuck my wife in our bed. By this time I'd had enough, had let old boss off with just a warning (a few years later I'd wished I'd have kicked his ass as on 3rd wife and our kids were in 6th and 3rd grade and he had become a custodian there, plus another of my dad's sisters was a cook there, I had parent-, teacher conference and when done headed to cafeteria to say a quick hello to aunt and ran into old boss sweeping floor (hadn't seen him in about 10 or 12 years so no idea he was there) and just as I got to him he looked up and both of us were surprised. I was just about to be nice and just say hi how have you been but before I could open my mouth he, in a nasty tone of voice, asked what the hell was I doing there. Tone kind of shocked me a bit but I just said, I've got two kids in school there and just had conferences with teachers and now I was going to cafeteria to say hi to my aunt before heading back to work. Decided to hell with being nice and asking how he'd been doing and started to walk away. Asshole then, again in nasty tone, basically stopped me short saying, that I'd better not be causing any trouble in 'his' school or I'd answer to him. That stopped me for sure and I turned back to him and said, I'll answer to you? That's a good joke, what are you doing to do, yell at me and then run to get help, cause I have no intention to cause any trouble but if I did, you sure as hell aren't the one I'd have to answer to and if you did come at me, which I very much doubt, I'd kick your ass to the moon like I should have done way back when I found out you'd been fucking my first wife. You were actually the 6th guy she cheated with but the first one I let off. And if you don't like what I just said, why wait for any trouble elsewhere when it's readily available right here and now if you want to try your luck. He didnt say another word just started sweeping floor again. Well, I got way off track didn't I? Anyway, after looking at about everything in that adult store I'd noticed a sign with an arrow pointing down a hallway saying arcade this way and underneath that it said booths only take quarters and $1,25 minimum. Well I'd looked over everything else so I thought why not take a look. Had to go to counter though to get quarters. Had only 1 one dollar bill no fives so had to get out a ten dollar bill. $1.25 mini.um but I figured I'd probably spend $2-3 dollars so that was what I was after. Attendent was busy at first so I just placed 10 on counter to wait. He finished with other customer and coming by me and before I could say anything, he'd grabbed my ten and plopped a whole roll of quarters down and was already talking to next person. Ten dollars worth of quarters, oh well didn't want to wait and haggle and besides I could always use change for pop machines, so just headed to arcade. No idea what to expect. Entry was actually just a walk around end of wall and there was one long hallway with booths on each side. Hmm interesting and I walked to end of hall checking out each booth. They were all numbered, on my right from 1 to 8 and on left from 9 to 14. No idea so I just took lucky number 7 lol. Opened door and entered, omg, dark as hell and couldn't see where to put quarters. Had to open door to see box on far wall with slot for money and two knobs, one marked turn to pick out vid and other marked volume. Closed door and felt for slot and dropped in $3 dollars worth and screen lit up with a vid playing. I grabbed vid knob and turned it all the way left to number 1, then slowly turned it right checking out each vid as I went. If I remember right, there were only a dozen vids possible with 9 of them gay sex, 1 was tranny sex, 1 was bisex and 1 was straight sex. That's where I stopped to watch but only about 30 to 40 seconds as both the man and woman were not at all good looking plus guy's dick looked smaller than mine plus their acting stunk to hell. Ugh, what to do? I then decided to try the bisex one, had two guys and one woman. Again a short stay as woman was def ugly and the two guys were making out like crazy while she was sucking one of them. So, next, oh hell, might as well check out the tranny one. Short time again, as tranny was uglier than last woman and was being sucked by a man. Not going good at all. What to do? Decided what the hell, I'll just go to first vid and just see a little of whatever gay guys do. Ugh. Had just got to number 1 and OMG both guys were stroking each other's çock and WOW, looked like two pretty big cocks. Had just noticed that but was going to change vids when I heard what sounded like another of the booths doors open and close so just stopped to listen, oh and I'd turned down volume all the way. Heard coins dropping and it sounded like right in next booth. Then all at once I saw a light coming from beside me from a hole in wall I hadn't noticed before, wtf. I turned and bent down to see what the light was and looking back at me from other booth was a guy whispering something o couldn't hear. I knelt down and whispered back, what did you say I couldn't hear you. He leaned closer and whispered again, can I suck your cock? WTF, I stood up almost on shock as hadn't expected that. Then my damn curiosity kicked in, plus it had been over 5 years since wife cut off our sex life and I was kind of tired of.y own hand and was horny as all get out, and I wondered what the difference was between a woman and a man sucking me, so I undid my pants dropped them and being horny and now a bit excited about difference my cock was already starting up and leaned a bit closer to hole. All at once that guy's hand came through hole, grabbed my cock and pulled it and of course me towards him so my cock was through the hole and before I could react I felt the very warm wet inside of his mouth around me. Felt pretty darn good too but I had been without too long so I'd bet it was only 2 or 3 minutes at most before my cum spurted in his mouth. He sucked till he was sure he had it all let go of me said thanks in a hurry and door opened and closed and he was gone. My thought was there was almost no difference between man or woman BJ. This was the very first time in my life I'd done or even thought about anything gay. This became starting point of what became a several years journey towards me making the decision to only identify myself as gay only and m2m sex only but it came a step at a time with several years in between steps. Only got a BJ about twice per year when in Des Moines, then one trip as I got in booth before I could get my cock out, guy's cock in next booth was already hard and he'd stuck it through hole I guessed for me to suck. Should I or not I thought, then that big C kicked in again as I wondered just what a cock tasted like. So I knelt down with no idea how but tried to do to him what I thought had been done to me. Must have done alright as in about 5 or 6 minutes with hardly any warning, just felt wall jerk as he shoved his cock one last hard thrust and I heard him gasp and whoosh I had my first mouthful of cum, for some dumb reason I hadn't expected that lol. He quickly pulled out of my mouth and I heard his zipper then door and he was gone. I stood up with my mouth full of cum wondering what to do with it. Thought only a few seconds and thought what the hell some had already seeped down my throat while he was cumming and taste wasn't so bad at all. So I swallowed it and have never since done anything else but swallow. So again a couple times per year that was it get or give a BJ. Then next progression came about as got in booth and knelt down to see if guy wanted a BJ or to give one. Surprise, I was looking at a guy's bare ass and he was pulling his cheeks apart showing me his hole which looked slicker than hell with lube and he was asking me to please fuck him. Hmm, again I asked myself should I and again my damn curiosity kicked in as I wondered about difference in a woman's pussy compared to a man's ass. So I dropped my pants and grabbed my already almost hard cock and as he backed up against hole I slid my cock in him and fucked my first guy ever. It was another few years before I let a guy talk me into letting him take my 'anal Cherry' lol. Even then it took him over an hour of haggling with me and I finally gave in when he made me an offer I couldn't refuse because I thought I had a 95% or better chance to win offer. But he was way too good and experienced and like his promise took it very slow and easy and huge amount of lube, starting with just lubing and caressing my crack to more lube as he eased one finger in me, then shortly after easing in and out and around and around with that finger added more lube and second finger and shortly more lube and third finger and finally more lube and fourth finger. Never felt anything like that before. Then he whispered he thought it was time and as he pulled those four fingers out of me he was adding more lube and pushed his huge cock against my hole so it didn't have a chance to hardly close any. He very slow and gently would push at my hole then ease up add more lube then push again and shortly I felt something give and the head of his cock slid in OMG huge but not hardly any pain at all like a shot just very quick Jab and gone. Held still a few seconds then pushed in then eased back adding more lube each time back and each push in apparently a little deeper until all at once I felt his stomach against my ass and lower back and his balls bumped mine and he whispered wow I'm all in you now. What? I didn't believe him. No way in hell for my first time ever could all of his huge cock be all in. That's the reason we'd haggled so long as I already saw his hard cock and it was the biggest one I'd ever seen except in a porno. He was 10 1/2" long and as big around as my wrist no way could I take that as my first. I tried looking between our legs but not much light but it did look like all in so I reached a hand back there to feel and OMG he did feel like it was all in me except for maybe a quarter inch at most. Wow then he started a slow pull back out poured on more lube and back in oh so slow and gentle and each time out added more lube and then every few minutes I could feel him speed up just a little then more time passed and he sped up a little more. Every few minutes on backstroke he'd add more lube and speed up more till, not sure as it was feeling so damn good, but I'd say it had been a good half hour and he was now fucking the hell out of me faster and harder than all get out and OMG again it was driving me crazy with desire as he was so big that every in or out stroke just rubbed the hell out of my prostate. From first time the head of his cock entered me till he finally rammed me really really hard almost spastically and one final giant push in saying here it comes and he filled me up with his cum had been just over an hour. Wow fantastic. Then when he finally stopped squirming and pulled out of me it hit me as all that rubbing against my prostate set me off as my cum flowed out of my dick. Fantastic again. Only bad thing about it, was I was so out of it from the fucking and then me cumming too, that I neglected to get that wonderful guy's name and number and never seen him again since. But that was my journey but it was a good 2 more years before I declared myself totally gay and m2m sex only. Wife had suspected but until she snooped in my phone had no proof of any kind. She was pissed but unlike your story she didn't want to see or have me do anything. Just screamed and hollered at me calling me names then hardly said a word to me for a couple of weeks but little by little she's given in and then one of the women she works with, who is partially handicapped and has a daughter living with her but no damn help, lost electricity in her bathroom plus a plug in in another room that TV was plugged into threw Sparks and wife asked if I'd go with her there as she was going to help clean up that back room and rearrange the furniture while I tried to fix electrical problems. I still have most of my electrical testers, I had learned two diplomas at same time for electrical mechanics and also advanced electrical mechanics. Then at age 50 went back to school to learn about computers, not programming, but workings of them and how to connect many different configurations of networking them. Oldest one I'm class by quite a bit but when courses were over I had the highest point avg based on tests at 99.8% and had only missed out on 1p0% by missing a total over all tests of just two wrong answers but actually knew correct answers but they were multiple choice and had an answer sheet where you filled in the dot of correct answer and I'd got in a hurry and just filled in two dots that were next to correct ones by accident, oof. So fixing a household electrical problems was easy. If I'd been an electrical contractor I'd have had to pay a damn fee plus take some stupid test to get a license to begin to be an apprentice but my schooling was way above that so I passed on that and off and on again for thirty years I worked on TVs, radios, stereos, etc. You'd be surprised at how many, so-called electricians over the years I've asked if they knew what i times r equals E is and they didn't know. That to me means they are not qualified electricians at all as that equation is the most fundamental electrical equation and is called Ohm's Law. i is measured in amperes or shortened to amps, r stands for the resistance in a circuit measured in ohms and has a small omega symbol standing for ohms and E stands for the voltage in circuit measured in volts. Know any two of those figures means you can find the third one. Very very very basic and about the most commonly known eletrical formula so electrician that doesn't know it, there's no way in hell I'd hire him. So now wife knows at least partially about my gay side but hasn't mentioned it now in a good while. Sorry I got long winded. A bad habit of mine sometimes, probably having to do with all the writing I've done over many years.

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.

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 14 The tongue left the married guys hole and it felt like that part of him was going to explode. The voice behind him said “ Hold Still “. He felt a cool metallic feeling at the entrance to his ass. The Married guy push back to feel more of this new and great sensation. The guy let the head of his cock pop into the ass in front of him. The Married guy had no idea that this was the cock that was in the Kid earlier, the guy with the new Bio-hazard tattoo on him was now splitting open his hole. The Guy popped it in and out a couple times to get the hole ready for the next part. At the same time the guy in front of him put his cock back in the Married guy’s mouth and stared slowly pumping short strokes. Not quite to the point of gagging him but getting deeper and deeper with every stroke. The guy behind him pulled out and reminded him to hold still. He reached not his shorts and pulled out a permanent parker. He said “ I wanted to try this all night but didn’t think I would get a chance to do this “. He opened it up and knelt down behind the Married guy. He licked the tender hole a couple times. The sent electric shivers through the married guy’s body. The guy that was attached to the cock in his mouth reached under the Married guy and began to play with his nipples. He was rubbing and pinching them. The Married guy could never remember that part of his body so alive. He felt a tingly sensation on his ass cheek and then the other one. The Guy behind him was writing something on his ass. Between this, the nipple play and the chems he was in sensory overload and couldn’t stay still. He remembered when he was younger, and would do this to women and felt jealous that a woman would get all this just so the guy could get in her. The guy behind him reached under and grabbed his shrunken cock and gave it a couple tugs. The Married guy jerked up with this and the cock that was in his mouth suddenly went balls deep. He couldn’t breath but there was no gaging, just pleasure knowing he was able to do this. The guy behind him blew a couple breaths on the butt cheeks and stepped back to admire his work. On the upper left cheek was the word ‘ SPUN ‘ , on the upper right cheek was the word ‘ SLUT ‘. On the mid left cheek the word ‘ CUNT ‘ with an arrow pointing to his hole. Wich now had a new name. Since this was permanent marker, it would be there for a while. Not only was the married guy a chem slut, now he had the branding to prove it. The guy stood up and put the head of his pierced cock against the red swollen cunt of the Married guy and pushed about half of his cock up into him. All you cold hear from the married guy was an ‘ umpffff ‘ sound around the cock that was in his mouth. The Bio-Hazzard guy asked the Married guy “ You want my babymaker up your cunt slut “ ? The married guy mumbled “ ahhhaa “ . The Bo-Hazzard guy said “ I am going to impregnate you bitch “. He pulled out and looked at the gaping hole and had an idea. He took out his baggie, there wasn’t much in there anymore but there was some ground up Tina. He poured it in the Married guys gaping hole. He pushed it inside the hole with his cock. The guy in the Married guy’s mouth pulled out for a minute. He wanted to hear the reaction to what he just saw. The Married guy said “ Ohhh, That feels so good, I really need it “ The burning heat of the Meth hadn’t hit the Married guy’s brain yet. The one guy started to put his cock back in the mouth of the Married guy what all of a sudden his eyes opened wide an d he squealed “ Fuck, that burns, take your cock out it is burning me “ ! He remembered that burning earlier but this was a lot more intense. The Bio-Hazzard guy chuckled and said “ That isn’t my cock, it is the Tina I put in there “. The Married guy questioned “ Tina “ ? The One guy that was about to plug is cock back into the Married guy’s mouth said “ You know, Meth, drugs “ ? The Marred guy said “ but I don’t do drugs “. The guy pushed his cock back into the Married guy’s mouth and kept pinching his nipples. At the same time saying “ Well, you are tonight “. “ This is at least your second time with Tina up our new Cunt hole “. The Burning was staring to subside and the Married guy was really enjoying the action he was getting. 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 “ .

I was surprised by Twinkle eyes calmness as he sat through lunch with my toxic poz load up his ass. His hubby moved close and touched me every opportunity he could create. They both secretly played footsy with me under the table. On the pretext of showing us pictures on his phone Twinkle eyes moved his chair between my hubby and me. Soon his hand was resting on my thigh and then moved up to rub my crotch. My cock hardened with the attention and I prayed my partner didn't notice. I volunteered to help with the dishes and Twinkle eyes took my hubby to the barn to see the lambs. They were no sooner out the door than the handsome partner was behind me again pushing against my ass. Difference this time was he was opening and dropping my trousers. His nice sized thick cock soon found my hole and pushed in easily with his partners cum already there for lube. I chose not to say anything about my status since he hadn't asked and his risk as a top was low. His raw cock felt great stretching my hole and he was quickly up to full force and piston speed fucking. I couldn't help but groan with pleasure and encouraged,"Oh yeah man, breed me." He was soon gasping for air as his boner twitched in my ass and pumped any remaining space full of cum. "Now I'm even with my cheating husband." He blurted. I should have held my tongue, but before I even thought I said, "Not quite, I bred his ass too." "Fuckin cheater! Then do me quickly, before they come back." "I can't, I'm poz man." "You fuckin pozzed my husband?" "I tried to tell him , awe ... um ... but yes ." "That fuckin cum slut! Do me fast before they get back. We might as well PEP together." He was guiding my raw cock into his hole. "You'll need lube or I'll really tear you up." He grabbed a gob of butter greasing my rod and his hole before backing onto me balls deep. "Fuckin hell, that hurts. " "I can pull out." "NO! You bloody well won't. Breed me like you did my husband." "But ..." "Shut the fuck up and pump me full of your poz cum." His husband came through the door just in time to hear this. "You guys better be fast, he just stepped around the barn to take a piss. This is so fuckin twisted and hot! Breed my man, poz his ass too." My man came through the door just as I was nutting. Shit. There was no hiding what had just transpired; but, we hastily pulled up our pants and everyone did their best to pretend nothing had just happened. Hasty farewells were exchanged, including Twinkle eyes slipping me his cell number. My hubby and I loaded in our car and headed down the road. I knew he wouldn't speak first so I apologized. "I've tried so hard to be discreet, sorry you saw that. " "Actually it was fuckin hot seeing you blast in that guy's ass. I told you, it doesn't bother me. I knew what happened in the barn with the artist. What kind of imbeciles do you think I am." "So you've known when I fuck around?" "I know when you are heading out for a hookup or heading into the city to the baths. And I've known you play bareback ever since I overheard that syphilis call from the health unit. I hope you are at least on PreP." "You're not jealous? You liked watching?" "Fuck yeah, it was very fuckin hot!" "So I don't need to be so discreet?" "Fuck no man. Like I said, I always know." "So did you want to join in?" "No fuckin way. I'm not having sex with you knowing the risks you take. But I'm happy to watch." "Wow. I never dreamed you'd be OK with this." "Just don't get knocked up with HIV you slutty jerk." "Um ... awe... it might be too late." "Fuck man, when did you find out?" "Um ... last week." "Holy fuck! So you just pozzed that guy?" I responded sheepishly, "Awe ... um ... um ... aw .. maybe both of them." "You fuckin idiot, what were you thinking?" "Um ... I wasn't... it just sorta happened. " "It just sorta happened? Your toxic raw cock just slipped up their asses and you didn't notice 'til you bred them? Both of them. Are you fuckin crazy?" "Aw... aw ... well maybe."

Part 7 Ryan was slamming his cock deep into my throat with every thrust. After gagging a few times at first my excitement and need took control and I found myself easily and eagerly taking the full length of his thick cock balls deep with no problem. There was a continual pooling of his precum on my tongue which I swallowed readily savoring the taste. As I gave my mouth and throat to Ryan's dick I felt Kevin's tongue giving my asshole pleasure I didn't know was possible. Every so often he would slap one of my cheeks hard making me moan around my mouthful of cock. Ryan kept up a running thread of dirty talk which served to make me hornier and desiring to give them all the pleasure I could as they were giving me. “Yeah man that's it!”, Ryan grunted. “Suck that cock man. Take every fucking inch in your throat. I love feeding my cock to a horny newbie especially a married one finding out how hot man to man sex is. Helping him cheat on his wife and making him let go and surrender to his needs. You need cock in your mouth don't you dude? You need a hot sexy fucker eating out your cheating manhole right?” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and tilted my head up to look at him. “Isn't that right you hot sexy pig? You need it huh?” In a hoarse voice I answered him, “Yes, yes I need it. I don't know why but I need it so much!” Ryan grinned at me darkly and asked, “What else do you need daddy? What do you want more of?” I wasn't sure what he meant and told him so. He rubbed his oozing cockhead over my cheeks and chin and said, “You need more of the fuck smoke don't you? You need to feel it letting you let go of all the restraints and questions and just indulge yourself in every hot dirty desire in your mind. All the cock and cum and sucking and fucking you can enjoy with other men. Without her ever knowing. Right?” I was stroking Ryan's magnificent cock and moaning as Kevin drilled hungrily into my fuckhole. “Yes that's right”, I panted. “I need more smoke. I need more cock and mansex. More of all of it”. Suddenly I realized Kevin was no longer rimming my hole at the same moment I saw him standing next to Ryan in front of me holding the pipe and lighter in his hand. Ryan pulled me up to a standing position. “And you're going to get what you need man. Starting with more smoke.” Kevin put the stem between my lips and flicked the lighter underneath the bowl which started filling up with that sweet white smoke. “Three big hits buddy,” Ryan instructed me. “Take 3 big ass hits for us then we'll have some fun.” I began inhaling taking the thick smoke into my lungs and body and brain. Before I exhaled the first hit I could sense a growing need to do things with these 2 naked hot men that I would never have dreamed of just a week ago. And I welcomed the feeling. I was ready to go where it led. As I started to inhale my next hit I felt my hard-as-rock cock enveloped in a wet warmth and saw Ryan on his knees with my cock balls deep in his mouth. Damn that looked so fucking sexy, my cock between his lips. I continued inhaling the smoke and heard Kevin say, “Yeah he's a great cocksucker man. And he loves having his face full of cock. He sucks cock as good as he fucks ass,” He saw my eyes widen when he said that, reminding me that Ryan had fucked Kevin's ass earlier and I had eaten some of his cum from Kevin's hole. Kevin grinned. “Yeah man I love the way his cock feels pounding in and out of my ass, his balls slapping my asscheeks. And when he cums I can feel every spurt and every rope of his cum blasting into me. It's incredible man! Have you been fucked Justin?” I blew out an even bigger cloud than before and could feel what I can only describe as something like an electric current running throughout my body and in my head. “No. No,” I answered. “I'd never had sex with anyone besides my wife until last week. And I fucked him but no, I didn't get fucked.” “One more guy,” Kevin said holding the flame under the bowl again. I started drawing the drug into my mouth and lungs once again and heard Kevin say, “You don't know what you're missing buddy. It feels so so good having your cock buried deep inside another guy's tight hole and you know that after fucking the guy last week. But I'm telling you feeling a dick filling up your hole and fucking it til he cums is abso-fucking-lutely amazing!!” I blew out the cloud and looked at Kevin as his words drew me in. “Didn't it hurt when you got fucked the first time?” Deep inside my head, a small area maybe where the smoke hadn't taken complete control yet, I couldn't believe I was standing here naked with 2 naked men talking about getting fucked. But this thought was pretty deep and the smoke was obscuring it. Kevin kept his eyes on me as he sucked a lungful from the glass pipe. Not saying a word, when he lowered the pipe he leaned toward me and I automatically leaned toward him and felt his lips and tongue then felt the swirling smoke as he breathed it into my mouth. I hungrily sucked it in wanting more of the awesome feeling I was getting from each puff, each cloud. We broke our lip-lock and Kevin grinned and said, “Yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch! But not for long. And once the pleasure hits you forget all about any pain. The pain is worth it for how good it feels having a cock in your hole!” I was thrusting harder into Ryan's slurping talented throat conscious only of how good everything felt that he and Kevin and Drew had shown me so far. Could there be even more sweet pleasure doing more? “You're right it felt better than anything I've ever felt when I fucked his ass. And Drew obviously loved getting fucked. He kept begging for it”. A look crossed briefly over Kevin's face at the same time Ryan pulled off of my cock. I looked down at him and saw a mischievous smile on his full wet lips. “Drew? Is that the name of the guy you met last week and fucked and got high with?” “Yeah,” I answered. “It is. Do you guys know him?” Ryan stood up and gave me a deep kiss. Ending the kiss he grinned at me and said, “Oh yeah we know him all right. He's my cousin dude! And today has just gotten better for all of us!” (more on the way)

The biker guy stayed in me. After a minute he reached down to squeeze the last of his cum into my asshole as he pulled out. "Thanks dude!" I was wondering what response to mumble when Paul replied, "I didn't want to invite you, but I knew you'd never forgive me if I didn't." They both roared with laughter. Good thing I'd been slow and avoided a faux pas. I laid there for another minute ignoring Paul and the biker's conversation. Finally I took a deep breath, flipped over and sat up. I must've been quite a site, with a big load of cum in my hair, on my cheek and neck. Another two were mostly in my ass, except for the part on my thighs and soaking into the duvet. Paul had put the phone away at some point. Wonderful. "You did great dude." Pretty sure that was Paul. I was at a loss. The man whose name I didn't know who had recently ejaculated inside me grabbed my cock playfully and started to jerk it. He was the oldest of the group, maybe 55. He had three big earrings in each ear. They matched the rings he had in each nipple. He looked me right in the eye as my dick got hard. "You love taking loads don't you. I can tell from your cock it's true. She was never going to be able to give you what you need." He squeezed my balls until I gasped. "Don't cum bitch." The guy who'd cum in my hair suddenly reappeared with his dick sticking straight out. "Oh good, his hole's free!" He slapped the biker on the shoulder. I realized he had a biohazard tattoo right by his dick. "Hey man I know that's an HIV tattoo. I don't want to have sex with an HIV+ guy." He chuckled. "Um too late for that dude." He pushed me back on the bed and scooted my ass back. "Everyone here is poz, silly." I froze, discombobulated. He had me hold my legs apart at the knees and fucked me hard. I was a thousand miles away, trying to figure out what the fuck had happened. I just wanted to experience getting fucked by a guy. I'd intended to have safer sex with one man and wound up consenting to unprotected sex with three, all of whom are apparently HIV+. Fuck fuck fuck. "Fuck I've got another big load for your married ass." I pulled my legs wider and looked him right in the eye. "Breed my ass. Turn me into a faggot."

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

I woke up to the feeling of Anthony cumming inside me. When he felt me stirring, he squeezed out a couple more ropes, and wrapped his arms around me tightly, saying “Sorry about that...I was having a very vivid dream about fucking you, and when I woke up I was hard and inside you. I couldn’t even try to hold back. I hope that was OK.” “Well, I could hardly complain after begging for your load last night, could I?” Kissing the back of my neck, he said “Good. I can’t tell you how happy I was when you gave in last night and let me in you bare. Something about knowing my seed is inside you, that you’re carrying a part of me with you, turns me on so much. And I think you like it too. Am I wrong?” “No. You’re not wrong. I feel so connected to you right now, like we shared something so special and perfect. Having a barrier between us just feels so wrong, you know?” “I know exactly what you mean. I want every part of me to be inside you, to inhabit you. But I also want to cook you a proper breakfast. Do you think maybe we could try something?” “Sure, what?” Reaching across me into his drawer, he pulled out a butt plug. “I was thinking if we put this in your hole, you could keep as much of me inside you as possible while we go about our day. I hope you’re able to spend the day with me, Joey. I don’t have any grand designs on you leaving your husband or anything - I know you’ll go home to him energized and electrified from our encounter, and I’ll go back to my search for a new man. But I would love to spend more time with you, in and out of bed, if you’re interested.” “I am yours for the next two days. I’ll tell my conference colleagues that I got a touch of the flu, because I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right now than right here with you.” I took the plug from his hand and gently pulled away from him, feeling his softening cock slide out of me. I moved the plug to my hole and felt his hand on mine as we both pressed it into me - the slight stretch as it was almost all the way in felt so nice, and then my hole closed around it, just the base remaining between my cheeks. He gave it a gentle tap before rolling me onto my back for a deep, lingering kiss. Anthony cooked me a delicious, hearty breakfast. Then he fucked me in the kitchen. We took a long hot bath together, opening up about our past relationships. Then he fucked me in the bathroom. He showed me his collection of vintage board and video games. Then he fucked me in the media room. Each time, the plug was removed and replaced by Anthony’s enormous cock. And after he filled me with his seed, the plug went back in. With each session, we became closer, more connected, more intimate. And at the same time, I felt him exerting a certain power over me. Like he could sense my submissive side, a part of my fantasy life I don’t even share with my husband. Something about our connection made him able to see past my facade, and past the walls I put up. He just knew what I wanted, maybe even more than I myself knew. Maybe it was the introduction of poppers - whenever he held the bottle for me, I found myself eagerly inhaling and felt my inhibitions melting away. He became more aggressive, more demanding, and yet all within the context of our unspeakable chemistry - it was easily the most intense, enjoyable day of sex I’d ever had. After a long nap and some Chinese takeout for dinner, Anthony was finishing up a txt message as I joined him on the couch. “Got a hot date?” I asked. He finished typing and grinned, “We’ll see, maybe even for both of us if things work out. But tonight is all about the two of us.” Stripping my tshirt off, he said, “Let’s cheat on your husband a little more, shall we?” I felt myself blush, but couldn’t help but feel my cock twitch at the same time. Kissing down my body, Anthony’s tongue found all my erogenous buttons - tickling my pits, nibbling my nipples, probing my navel - somehow he’d learned all the ways to drive me crazy in just one crazy day. Taking my hard cock in his mouth, he grabbed the base of the plug and started pressing it deeper, and twisting it as he bobbed up and down on my rod. He could tell from my moans he was having the desired effect. “You ready for another load up in that sweet pussy, baby?” “Fuck yes! I need it. I need to feel you back inside me. Filling me with your seed.” “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go to the bedroom.” Shucking our clothes along the way, I jumped onto the bed on my back, spread my legs, and invited Anthony to join me. His hand immediately went to the plug, gently pulling it from my hole. He brought it to my mouth, saying “Clean my cum off, Joey. Savor the flavor of my semen while I get you ready for more.” He fingered my hole for a couple minutes before lining up his raw cock once again. “Tell me what you want.” “Please, Anthony. Fuck my hole!” “Should I put on a condom?” “NO! Never again. I need to feel your skin on my skin. No barriers between us.” “Good boy, Joey,” he said, sliding every inch of his huge erection into my body. I still wasn’t used to the way he was treating me yet, but all I knew was my dick jumped every time he asserted himself, and his cock felt incredible in my hole. I felt so deeply connected to him. “Something in me is changing,” I said as he started to move inside me. “How do you mean?” “It’s just, I’m feeling things I haven’t felt for so long. I don’t know how to describe it.” He replied, “You’re allowing yourself to become what you really are. You’re a cheater now - you’ve wanted to do it for long time, right? And now that you’ve crossed that line, there’s no going back. This weekend with me is changing your life, Joey. Things aren’t ever going to be the same for you and your husband.” Fuck. I knew he was right, but it hadn’t really hit me yet. It wasn’t just that I’d broken my vows and fucked (repeatedly) with another man. I could feel a shift from deep inside, Anthony was allowing something that was lurking in there to finally come out. A yearning to let myself go, to give up control, to submit. I wanted to allow this man to do with me whatever he pleased. “Joey, think of it this way. Your life has been stagnant for a long time. You haven’t been content. Maybe letting yourself have this exploration will allow you to go back to your husband changed in a good way. Like, the battery of your married life was depleted, and giving in to your urges, letting me fuck you for a weekend - maybe it will charge you up, energize you to go back to your normal life with a more positive attitude.” I felt his cock flex inside me as he whispered those words to me, leaking more of his fluids into my rectum. Maybe he’s right - I’d dreamt of cheating on my husband for years. Maybe I could get that desire out of my system by letting my guard down and giving in, allowing myself to go where my urges wanted. And then I could return a changed man. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess you have a point.” I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way inside me, while he leaned in for a deep tongue kiss. “Now fuck me properly. Don’t hold back. I need more of your seed inside me.” He pulled all the way out until just his head was in me, then rammed the length of his cock all the way back in. Deep dicking me, grabbing my hips, pounding my pussy - I’d never been fucked with such passion and such abandon. Sweat glistened on his beautiful body and the room smelled of pure masculinity. He grabbed the poppers and fed me a few huffs. The rush only made me need him more desperately. “That’s it, dirty boy. Are you a dirty boy, Joey?” “Yes, sir! I’m a dirty, dirty boy!” I said, getting into the role play. “And what do dirty boys need? What do they deserve, Joey?” “Umm...they need to be fucked?” “Well, yes that. But dirty boys need something in their dirty holes.” “Yes, they need loads in their holes!” “That’s right, Joey. And what kind of loads do dirty boys want in their holes?” “Umm...big loads of thick cum!” “Well, yes. But dirty boys want dirty loads in their dirty holes, Joey. Isn’t that right?” “Unngh...fuck. Fuck! Yes, that’s right sir. Dirty boys need dirty loads.” “Say it, Joey. Tell me you want a dirty load in your dirty hole!” “Oh FUCK, sir. I fucking want a dirty load in my hole, sir! I’m a dirty boy!” A big smile came across his face and he got even more aggressive with me. “Fuck yes, boy! I’m gonna give you a big dirty load! Gonna flood your guts with my fucking dirty seed!” The pounding he was giving me was unlike any way I’d ever been treated, and I fucking loved it. My hole was loose from the poppers and sloppy from the multiple loads shot into me in the past 24 hours. “Tell me how my cock feels. Is it bigger than your husband’s?” “Yes! Your cock is so much bigger than his! And you are fucking me so much better than he ever has! Please don’t stop!” “Oh, I’m not gonna stop until I dump inside you again, boy. But now I want you to do something for me. Give me your ring, boy.” “Unngh...uh, what?” “I said, give me your wedding ring. Your husband isn’t here right now. I want to wear it while I fuck you.” I hesitated slightly, then remembered how deeply I wanted to give myself over to this man. I pulled the ring off my finger and presented it to him. As he brought his left hand closer, he said, “With this ring, I thee wed. Say it.” I slid the wedding ring I’d worn so proudly for the last year since my husband and I finally got married onto his finger, repeating, “With this ring, I thee wed.” “That’s better. You’re mine now, and I’m going to make you even more mine.” He fed me another deep hit of poppers and leaned in real close, slowly thrusting as he was buried balls deep. “I’m getting close, Joey. And I feel really close to you right now. I want to give you everything you deserve. Tell me what you want.” “This dirty boy wants your dirty load, sir.” “What else?” “I feel like a different man in the last day with you. The way you’ve fucked me has truly changed my life!” “What else?” “I am going to return to my normal life more energized, recharged.” “That’s it. I’m charging up your battery, aren’t I? Say it.” “Yes, sir. The way you’re fucking me is charging me up. Don’t stop!” “It really is like I’m giving you something special for you to take home. A gift, if you will. The way our tryst has opened you up. Right?” “Exactly, sir! Fuck! Please never stop! Give me the gift! Blast it directly into my soul!” “Fuck yes, boy. That’s right. Your cheating ass is gonna be filled with yet another dirty load from me! My DNA is going to coat the walls of your intestines and seep into every cell in your body! Take my fucking big dick - the dick that’s bigger and better than your husband’s!” “Please! Pound me! Fuck me and feed me your cum! Charge me up with your dirty load!” “I’m gonna shoot, boy. I’m gonna blast one more huge load deep in your guts. You ready for my POZ load, fucker?” Playing along, “Yes! Give it to me! Fill me with your POZ load!” “Take it, you cheating piece of shit! Filling you with more of my POZ cum NOW, bitch!” With that, he plunged in balls deep and blasted rope after rope of cum into my pussy. It felt like it would never stop. I shot my load all over our bellies as I felt him squirting over and over inside me. I felt content and more satisfied than I had in years. As our breathing calmed and he lay on top of me, his cock still buried in me, I said, “That was some amazing role play, Anthony. Really intense and super hot. Thank you for that!” “That wasn’t role play, boy” was all he said before rolling off me, plugging me up again, and wrapping his arms around me and drifting off.

As soon as we got in his apartment, we were all over each other. Stripping his jacket off as our tongues furiously explored each other’s mouths, hands running over muscles, fumbling with buttons and zippers to reveal more and more to each other. He was every bit as gorgeous unclothed as he had been in the bar - strong, hair in all the right places, toned but not sculpted - the picture of masculinity. I kissed my way down overy his furry pecs and his flat but slightly soft belly and found my face in front of a magnificent bulge in his tight trunks. His scent was intoxicating, and I found myself simply nuzzling my nose up against his groin and breathing deeply. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me as I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his growing bulge. I tongued the outline of his cock as it snaked to the left, soaking his underwear with my spit before pulling on the waistband to reveal his thick meat. I nearly gasped at its beauty - it must have been 9 inches, and thick enough I was barely able to wrap my hand around it. I hadn’t seen a penis this big in more than 10 years - certainly not my decidedly average husband’s. “Suck me. Please!” he said as I grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed him at my mouth. Looking up at him, I wrapped my lips around his head and swirled my tongue across it, tasting his sweet precum. It dawned on me I was about to experience so many new things, or first time doing this or that in 10 years, and my cock throbbed at the possibilities. I savored the flavor of his nectar as I stroked the bottom few inches of his rod, squeezing more out onto my tongue. Taking him back in my mouth, I inched my way down his shaft, feeling him throb and willing myself not to gag as his cock reached a part of my throat that hadn’t felt cock in over a decade. I pushed a bit deeper until I felt his bush against my lips, my throat spasming and squeezing his cock as I deepthroated him. As I came up for air, he let out a “Damn!” and pulled me up for a deep kiss. Taking my hand, he led me back to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed as he pulled down my briefs and swallowed me in one fluid motion. This was all happening so fast! It had only been a total of 15 minutes since I’d agreed to come to his place with him, and here I was on my back getting my dick sucked by a man I just met. What would my husband think if he knew? I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I reveled in the sensations of him blowing me. After some top notch sucking, I felt his tongue snaking down over my balls as his hands roamed my inner thighs. My legs instinctively spread and his tongue continued its path into my crack as it opened before him. He paused briefly to enjoy the sight of my exposed hole, saying “That is one fine pussy!” before diving in. I moaned deeply as I felt his tongue penetrate me. The feelings he was eliciting were partly the rush of a new connection, but it was also becoming clearer to me that my husband just wasn’t very good in bed. That one plunge of this man’s tongue could make me quiver and feel desire so strongly only made my husband’s shortcomings more obvious. I needed more of this man in me NOW. “I need you inside me. Now. Please. Please fuck me!” I begged as his tongue drove deeper into me. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two as he took my ball bag in his mouth. He pressed his fingers into me, separating them slightly to coax me open more. “Fucking tight” was all he said as he pulled them out and climbed on top of me. After another couple minutes of hard making out, he said, “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you?” Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I sighed “I’ve never needed anything more in my life! Please - I want to feel every inch of you slide into me.” He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled some lube and a little brown bottle out of the drawer. He poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them against my hole. When he started to pour more lube on his erect cock, I stopped him and asked, “Do you have condoms? I haven’t used them in years, but I think we should.” A look of disappointment crossed his face and he replied, “I really would love to be in that sweet pussy of yours raw. I haven’t felt connected to anyone like this since, well, since even before my break-up. But I understand.” He rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a rubber and handed it to me. “I almost forgot how these things work. But thank you for understanding - I’ve never done anything like this before and I just want to be careful.” I traded places with him so he was lying on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his impossibly thick cock - barely able to get it all the way on. It looked uncomfortable on him, poor guy. I grabbed the lube and stroked him for a minute, then straddled him. Feeling him press the head of his latex-covered head against my pucker, I tried to remember the biggest cock I’d ever taken. It must have been from my slutty phase in my 20s, but I really don’t think anyone had been as big as this. He could sense my nerves even as I was hungrier for him than ever, and he reached for the little bottle and started shaking it. “These should help, if you’re interested.” “Poppers?” I asked. “I’ve actually never tried them, if you can believe it. Just seen them in porn and stuff.” He smiled that incredible smile, and uncapped the bottle, bringing to his right nostril as he held the left one closed. Taking a deep sniff, I saw his eyes flutter a bit and felt his cock throb against me. Then he pressed a little more firmly against my hole as he brought the bottle to my nose. Holding one nostril closed, he told me to inhale slowly and deeply, then hold it in. He re-capped the bottle as I was holding my breath, and then when he told me to let it out, I felt an incredible rush travel through my chest. I felt his hands pressing my hips down, and more pressure against my ass, but my hole just relaxed and allowed about half of his rock hard cock inside. I couldn’t believe it - even with my husband’s much smaller dick, it usually took a fair bit of work to open up and let him in. Anthony just held still, grinning up at me. “That was intense! And amazing!” I said. “Yeah, my ex really struggled to take me until we discovered that magic little bottle. Oh fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to go there.” I just smiled and said, “I don’t mind at all. I just know I want some more, because I want every inch of you inside me, and I need a little help.” He grabbed the bottle, saying “Let’s try both nostrils this time.” I took a deep sniff on one side, and then ran my hands over his hairy pecs, and as I inhaled the fumes on the other side, I felt my hole open even further and pressed myself down onto him. His enormous erection slid all the way in, balls deep. My heart was racing and I felt this overwhelming desire to be fucked deep and hard by this man. The chemistry we established at the bar only grew and intensified as we explored, and now here we were, two men connected as deeply as can be - almost. I raised myself up slightly, then pushed back down, feeling more full than I ever had. My mouth met his as I pulled halfway up, then slid back down to the hilt. Feeling my openness, he held me still and started to thrust. After a moment, he increased the pace and the force of his thrusts. I threw my head back and rode him as I willed myself to open further to let him in even more. My hunger was taking control and I wanted us to bond in a profound way. “So you said you and your ex were together 6 years?” “Yeah, until 6 months ago.” “And you never had sex with anybody but him?” “That’s right.” “And you haven’t been with anyone since then?” “No. Nobody. Why?” I climbed off of him, a confused look of disappointment crossing his face. I reached down and squeezed his dong, marveling anew at its immense girth. My fist moved to the base, and I began to squeeze at the end of the rolled rubber, gently pulling up, then repeating. With each squeeze, the condom rolled further and further up his cock until finally it pulled off completely. I quickly lay down on my back and grabbed him and guided him toward my hole. “I need to feel YOU inside me. Your skin on my skin, nothing between us. I want us to be as close as two people can be.” I picked up the condom from the bed and threw it across the room, then pulled him down on top of me. My hand stroked his shaft and pointed him to my hole, and then I welcomed his raw cock into my slicked up pussy. “Fuuuuuccckk!” was all he could say as he slid in, then started fucking me. For the next 20 minutes, Anthony alternated between making sweet, gentle love to me, and pounding me hard, fast and deep. We both worked up a sweat as his cock and my ass got to know each other intimately. It was incredible what a difference there was when we were skin on skin, raw fucking. Every so often he would pause and feed me more poppers, both of us enjoying the way I opened up more and more to him. I was experiencing an ecstasy unlike any I had ever felt in my life - THIS was what explosive chemistry and real connection was like. I hadn’t felt anything close to this in years with my husband. Anthony flipped me onto my side and got behind me, lifting one leg and sliding into me from behind. He wrapped his strong arms around me and started pumping in me hard and deep. One last hit from the bottle in this position, he just held it there and commanded, “Sniff! Deeper!” alternating back and forth as he kept fucking me. Sensing what was coming, I said “Please, don’t pull out of me! Please cum in my hole and fill me with your seed! Fuck me until you shoot your load deep in my guts! Breed my pussy!!” Hearing me say those words was all it took for him to grunt and push in one last deep thrust, all the way buried in my hole. I felt his huge cock throb and erupt inside me, the walls of my pussy coated in his semen. He must have spewed 10 ropes inside me, and the power of our deep connection in that moment made me shoot my load all over the bed without touching my cock. As our breathing calmed, I felt his arms hold me to him, pulling me in even closer. His hot breath on my neck, he simply whispered, “That was amazing.” in my ear as we both drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried in my hole.

I went to a Cumunion Party at one of the sexclubs here in Portland with a fairly large crowd, I left after spending a little over 4 hours even more sexually frustrated than when I arrived. To be fair, there were guys coupling up, no groups, and sucking and fucking passionlessly for maybe 30 seconds to a minute before moving on, so not as bad as it can get. I did stick my dick in several guys, all of them just laid there with no reaction at all to being fucked. None of them were cummy or even loosed up, no surprise there. Luckily it didn't completely kill my my hard on (which frequently happens on nights like this), but I was unable to cum under the circumstance. I even managed to get fucked breifly, but unfortunately the guy who topped me couldn't stay hard. Mostly I spent my evening "hooking up" with time wasters who don't participate in fucking, or in many cases even sucking (which I consider to be foreplay not sex). There have been quite a few times in the last year when I've run out the clock on my admission in the fruitless hope that someone who actually enjoys sex would show up. I also fully acknowlege that things could have been worse, I've spent more than 4 completly sexless hours in bathhouses in the PNW many times. More than a few of those sexless occasions were supposed to be Cumunion Parties. What do you do in these situations? Unfortunately they are the norm, not just off nights here.

It's been a year and the story hasn't continued, and I was thinking here if you guys like it I'm going to tell this same story from Helen's point of view, trying to honor the same kind of writing and everything that has been told about the lore

I mostly prefer grunts and groans, but I have had a few guys compliment me on both my technique and cock size when topping. What I find even more erotic is having a guy come up to me and want them to fuck them again , even though I don't remember them, but they remember my name and how long ago I fucked them. After I get over being embarrassed for not remembering them at all, I take it as an erotic compliment and give them my best fuck.

before i chased for myself, i loved to take others to vid stores and baths to see them bred by dirty poz cocks

Thanks for that. Btw, I took my former doctor's name and number out of my contact list. I don't want his final thoughts of me to be what comes out of my mouth after a Grey Goose martini (or three) because it would hardly be flattering. That 20 something snot that basically lectured me is lucky I could not reach through the phone and grab him by the neck. I actually had thoughts of stopping in the office and asking to speak to the doctor, but after some soul searching I realized it won't change anything and I might end up in jail for a day. So I will stick with the elderly gentleman, do some research and find someone closer to fifty who is not planning on retiring in the next year or so. I am very concerned, all joking aside. I realize stomping my feet and acting like a child worked till I was about 30, but not any longer. Thank God for BZ, I can complain here and though not everyone finds my situation unique, at least I have a place to vent without fear of arrest!

His contempt for you, his indifferent use of you tells you what you are to him - just another whore. Love to be usede by such men.

Absolutely! Why not? More of a good thing is always good!

Love finding these old gems. Wish I could find some relaxing audio tracks to listen to.. I wanna be a good boy too.

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.

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

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**hey guys thanks for all your comments. glad you're liking it so far. drew is just getting started on justin's seduction.** Part 4 Drew had grabbed my hand and led me from the couch to his bedroom. He had me take a couple more hits of the fuck smoke as he sucked on my neck and nibbled my earlobe. My dick had never been so hard and needing to nut! “That's it, daddy,” he whispered in my ear as I exhaled my second hit. “Take that smoke in and let it help you let go and give in. It always makes me so damn horny. Is it making you horny too, daddy?” I moaned lustfully as I ran my hands down his toned naked sweaty back. “Hell yeah it is! Making me hornier than I've ever been.” Drew ran his tongue lightly over my lips and pulled his face back looking into my eyes. “Horny enough to want to fuck me, Justin? Horny enough to slide your hard cheating married cock into my boyhole and fuck me til you cum?” “Yes! Oh yes please!” I begged, having silenced the voices in my mind telling me earlier I couldn't do this. At this moment all I wanted was to give this hot young seductive stud what he wanted from me – my hard cock and cum. Drew had grinned with a look of hunger in his eyes and pushed me back onto his bed so I was flat on my back with my rigid throbbing boner swaying in the air. He got on the bed and straddled my waist lighting the pipe once again. Taking a huge hit he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, using his tongue to coax my lips to open, and then blew the smoke into my mouth. Surprised by this I instinctively inhaled drawing more of the white smoke into my brain and blood. Suddenly we were making out, our tongues exploring each other's mouth, moaning into each other. As we continued deep kissing I was only slightly aware of Drew's hand reaching behind him and taking hold of my cock. He stroked it slowly up and down a few times before breaking our kiss. He rose up just barely from my hips and moved barely backward and I felt my dripping cockhead touch the heat of his eager hole. “Fuck me daddy! Fuck your hard raw cock inside me and fuck the hell out of your boy's ass! Please fuck me!!” Saying that he pushed back and down and I felt a warmth and wetness I'd never known envelope my cockhead and a couple inches of the shaft. We both moaned loudly as I moved deeper inside his body, his ass almost pulling me in. “Oh fuck!” I cried out. “Oh my gawd your ass feels so good, so wet!” Drew ran his hands across my sweating chest as we both felt my balls rest against his ass cheeks. “And your dick feels fucking amazing daddy! So hard and thick. Filling me up.” He rubbed my stiff pointed nips and I arched my back in response nudging my cockhead further into his chute. “Oh yeah! Give it all to me daddy! You like my ass around your cock, Justin? Is it better than fucking pussy?” “So much better baby! So tight and sweet. I can't believe how great your ass feels!” Drew leaned down and gave me a brief kiss then raised back up running his hands over his smooth body looking intently at me. “Then let's fuck daddy!” he growled as he raised up off my cock until just the head rested inside, then slammed down on the full length of my shaft. And with that Drew began fucking himself on my cock, eventually rolling onto his back so I could slam deep and hard into his hole. Over the next hour-plus he showed me sexual pleasures I could not have imagined before meeting him. As I told him I was about to cum inside him for the 3rd time he wrapped his arms and legs tighter around me and answered, “Hell yes daddy! Give me another hot thick load of your married cum! You want to breed me again with your cheating horny cock don't you daddy? Tell me how hot it is giving your cock and cum to someone besides your wife!” I pounded harder into him, my rhythm all but disappearing. “Yes, yes it is fucking hot and so damn good boy! Here it cums baby! Take my married cum again in your guts where it belongs!” I thrust forward one more time and unloaded another load in this jock's hole, a load that felt as big as the first one I gave him. Spent and covered in sweat I pulled out of him and lay there for a few minutes. Rousing myself I started getting dressed telling Drew I had to get home. I had been gone way longer than usual and my wife was going to be worried..or pissed. As he walked me to his front door Drew kissed me softly on the lips and softly said, “I hope she won't be mad at you Justin. But even if she is, it was worth it wasn't it?” I nodded and said “Yes” as I heard the door close behind me and I got my bike and headed home. (more soon)

Leaves me wanting to find a glory hole and let a dozen strangers breed my horny ass. Clean every cock with my mouth after they unload. So fuckin horny!

18 men so far have had the pleasure of breeding my ass, Many of them have given me multiple loads via repeat encounters. The first guy that got me into bareback probably gave me close to 50 or 60 loads just from him as we were FBs for a few years. Im definitely nearing 100, but not sure of an exact number.

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