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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.

It had been a hard week. Our platoon was out in the field on training maneuvers. We arrived back at the barracks tired, muddy, and chilled to the bone. We figured out two days in that Sarge, being the asshole he is, didn’t tell us we’d be camping out and in the open the entire week so he could teach us a ‘readiness’ lesson. It was November for fuck’s sake. We had no gear, no cover, no vest, just boots, fatigues and weapons. Two of those things were what Sarge called ‘the only things a soldier needs’. Boots and weapons. A soldier fights naked if he has to. Readiness was the army code word for surprise. And in the army, there are never any good surprises. The cold soaking rain certainly wasn’t, and I just knew Sarge had scouted the weather ahead of time. Ironically, the mud we crawled through, slogged through, choked on and wore actually provided a slight extra insulation. Even if we could have showered we probably wouldn’t have, aside from the rain which did little to make us feel clean. You reach a point where the pain and dirt just feels normal. Still, it was rough. But if you didn’t like roughing it in the Army, you should have joined the Air Force. Those words of wisdom from Sarge were our mantra. He seemed to get intense satisfaction from driving us past our limits. Asshole. But he was OUR asshole and we considered him one of our brothers. Our older, dickwad asshole brother, but still a brother. We all trudged into the barracks looking forward to shucking our muddy battle dress, getting a hot shower, and having a weekend of partying and rest. Addison, whose nickname was Sleeper, was already peeling off his uniform before he even took two steps inside the door. I had to chuckle, our training was that ingrained. In the barracks, dress code was relaxed. You could walk around naked if you wanted, which many of the guys did during down time. You didn’t do it during duty hours, but only because of Sarge’s ‘readiness’ drills. Sucks to be you if you were the last one to fall in. Sucks to be you if you fall in with one hair out of place. But one step outside the barracks door was the Army’s world, and Sarge looked for any excuse, any infraction to heap a shitload of abuse and punishment on the slacker. And sometimes we ALL paid a price. But cross that threshold and Sleeper rarely waited to get butt as naked. Sleeper was naked before the last guy got through the door. Of course. Sleeper wasn’t shy. He flaunted his athletic, beefy magnificence. We gave him the nickname because he had been a wrestler in high school, all state in the 190 lb weight class. He was used to locker rooms, group showers, hanging out naked with the guys. At 6’1” he was obviously a beast in high school, and a year in the Army had packed on 30 more pounds of muscle. 6’1”, 220 just sat well on him, with his ridiculous casual masculine swagger. When we first thought up the name, it was because Holler, whose real name was Foger, thought Sleeper was talking about t.v. wrestling and asked him if he knew how to do the Sleeper hold. Hell, most of us thought it was a good question, but Sleeper scowled and educated us about freestyle competition wrestling and what you could and couldn’t do. Some of the stuff they did when the ref couldn’t see was downright brutal. Fingers in the asshole, gripping nuts, grinding your junk into their face, stuff like that. He said the refs tended to ignore that stuff as long as it was during the execution of a move. But deliberately cutting off your opponent’s air and blood supply was unsportsmanlike and unnecessary roughness, two fouls that could get you a point penalty at least, and disqualified at worst. But the name Sleeper stuck, and he gradually accepted that you don’t get to choose your nickname, and his was mild compared to some of the others. Even Holler was a rather tame nickname, we just couldn’t come up with anything really clever for that backwoods redneck. Every word he spoke had a slurred country drawl so thick it needed a translation. It was so bad that Puta, our New York Puerto Rican brother asked ‘Ay Puta, were ya born in a holler down in kintuckee?’ Fuck, he tried to mimic Holler’s southern accent, but it was nowhere near and the rest of us about cried we laughed so hard. Holler glared at Puta, but we all knew nothing was going to happen. Holler was about 140 lbs soaking wet, a scrawny, gangly little shit. Puta would break him like a twig. Puta called everyone Puta unless he was being serious. That’s how he got his nickname. We told him we’d stop calling him that when he stopped calling everyone that. He just said ‘Ay, fuck you puta.’ Just a bunch of guys going around calling each other ‘whore’ in Spanish. Gotta love the Army. Enough about that, you’ll learn the other brother’s names later. Where was I? Oh yeah, Sleeper’s big round marble white ass rumbling towards the showers, two globes of perfect muscle stacked on tree trunk thighs that flared out beyond his narrow hips. It looked like snow on hills, he was so white. Still, he wasn’t the biggest brother, nor the most built. That honor belonged to Zeus. Holy shit, Zeus was just blessed by the Gods. No one bothered Zeus. Not that Zeus was mean, or angry, or frightening. Zeus was a clam, silent giant. Even when he looked at us individually, it never seemed to be a judgement. He was difficult to figure out. Sometimes, rarely, he smiled at a joke someone made. If you got that smile from him, that rare emotional response, you felt like you won some big prize. He just had….something. Something the rest of us wished we could learn. But we settled with just basking in its effects when Zeus deigned to interact with us poor mortals. “Which one of you grunts messed up my beautiful barracks with your fucking filth!?!” came the roar from behind us. At this point we were all, except Zeus, at least half undressed. Zeus hadn’t made a single move to get undressed. “Fall in!” Fuck! Sarge knew there was no way we could NOT muck up the place. Hell, half of us, like Sleeper, undressed just a couple steps inside, so we WOULDN’T create a mess we’d just have to clean up. 32 filthy guys in limited square feet peeling off shoes, socks, uniforms, underwear, no one cared what body part pressed up against who. All asses and armpits, as Sarge says. We scrambled immediately into formation. Footlong (we WANTED to call him horsedick but better sense prevailed) wasn’t even half out of his pants and he had to waddle into line and just leave them around his knees, his wet boxer briefs suctioned to his namesake down his right leg. His absurd double doorknob sized balls hung down the other leg, almost hanging as low as his cock. He said he had to divide them up like that or it was just too much meat in one place. Sarge’s green eyes gazed at the floor, sweeping in lazy arcs, an angry frown deepening with every smear of mud he saw. He looked up at the wall beside the door where a muddy handprint marred the whitewash. Quietly…dangerously… he said “who is barrack’s bitch this week?” We all went white when we heard him say barrack’s bitch. That was supposed to be a secret. How’d he find out? Barrack’s bitch was our little hazing game on Saturday nights, the only night of the week when we were on post that we could let loose. One brother, chosen at random from a hat, had to take orders from anyone who gave it, do anything they were told. Barrack’s Bitch bought the beer, or liquor for those who wanted that. Barrack’s bitch fetched refills, cleaned up spills, did party tricks for our amusement, was subservient at all times, and basically let the rest of us feel just a little power and control, for just a brief moment, in our powerless grunt lives. I forget who originally came up with the idea, maybe it was Bootlicker, he always had great ideas. He was easily the smartest of all of us. How he ended up eating mud with the rest of us in a rainy miserable November, I’ll never know. He could have gone to college. “Someone better speak up. I can take away your Saturday anytime I want. A sergeant doesn’t repeat himself.” “Wanker is Barrack’s bitch, Sarge. “ Wanker said. Oh fuck, we owed him big. We hadn’t had a chance to do the drawing yet, so technically we didn’t have a bitch this week. Wanker fucking volunteered. And you NEVER volunteer in the Army. I felt bad that Wanker was probably going to spend the next three hours of his liberty cleaning up our mess. “Excellent. Outstanding. You were on my list anyway.“ Sarge said with every inflection of sarcasm he could milk from his cold, dead heart. “Private Wanker, you’re with me. The rest of you animals better remove any sign of your unfortunate presence from my barracks before I get back. She better shine and glow like a virgin after her first fuck.” He stared at us for a three count. “MOVE YOUR SORRY FUCKING ASSES, GRUNTS! IT WAS NOT A REQUEST.” We damn near injured ourselves as we darted around picking up clothing, it didn’t matter whose. Sleeper grabbed someone’s underwear, the cleanest thing he could find, and started wiping up mud, the globes of his chiseled ass vibrating while his dick and balls swung between his legs like a fucking bell ringing that the pope had died. That gave everyone the idea, and, well… that was how 30 soldiers ended up naked and scrubbing mud with their own underwear on their hand and knees while Sarge watched for a minute. Satisfied that we were doing the job, he turned and left, with Wanker following his beefy back, Sarge’s pristine uniform dry, spotless and pressed like he hadn’t spent a week babysitting idiots sitting in mud. What the fuck? He had MAYBE 45 seconds between when we left the transport and when he came through the barrack’s door. How could he be clean, dry and spotless? Anyway, not even Sarge said anything to Zeus, who still stood absolutely silent at parade rest, staring at the rest of us working. He’d never undressed. His fatigues were muddy, but his boots were clean. I guess he didn’t feel like he made a mess, so he wasn’t going to clean it up, and no one was going to say anything about it. Zeus was…. well, confusing would be a good word. So we got everything cleaned up, our faces up someone else’s ass until it was spotless. Then we hit the showers. Everyone except Zeus. We took our time, looking forward to the party, letting the hot water soak away our tiredness. “Should we wait for Wanker? Or should we choose another bitch?” Dimples asked? No, he didn’t have dimples when he smiled. Not on those cheeks anyway. “Fuck dat.” Puta replied. “Dat puta volunteered. I’m no gonna be putting my name in a hat dis week. Das all I care about. He be back soon.” We all silently agreed. After all, he escaped having to mop up mud with someone’s dirty underwear. Soon we were all cleaned up and feeling fresh. It took a while to get clean. We all dried off and went to our bunks to throw on some clothes, even if it was just a pair of socks or underwear. Footlong of course wore his usual boxer briefs. He didn’t like anyone looking at his massive cock, which was difficult NOT to look at when it swung free. Zeus got up and went to the showers. He never showered with the brothers. He just waited patiently, quietly doing his quiet thing. We did notice though, that while we were using up all the hot water, he’d cleaned the mud from all our boots, and put them at the end of the bunks. Our fatigues were piled neatly, still muddy, on an empty rack near the corner. Zeus was a good guy, an excellent soldier. He just didn’t like to join the group. I did wonder why we’d never chosen his name for Barrack’s bitch, though. But, as with everything else, I just figured he was blessed by the Gods. About that time Wanker returned. He seemed a little jumpy, and stripped down to go shower himself. “You gotta wait, Wanker.” I said. “What for, Assmunch? I don’t start bitchwork yet.” Yeah, that’s me. Assmunch. It USED to be Scarlett on account of how red I turned when angry, exerting myself, embarrassed… hell, I turned red if I breathed. But one of my turns at Barrack’s bitch went a bit wild. I violated the subservience rule, and was ordered to kiss the brother’s ass that I’d offended. “Kiss it.” Sleeper said, presenting his amazing ass to my face. Troll and Cellblock held me on my knees to either side. Cellblock pushed my face closer. I could feel the hot, damp atmosphere of Sleeper’s sweaty, hairless crack hitting me like a sauna. “Oh look, Scarlett is all red.” Troll laughed. “Your brother gave you an order. Kiss. His. Ass.” I darted in and gave his left asscheek a quick peck. “Oh, that makes the other cheek lonely. Scarlett, be a pal and kiss the other one” Sleeper said with a dirty grin. “But I’m not your sister. Kiss it like you mean it. “ Truth was, it wasn’t a big deal. It was just his butt, and it was a nice one. But acting like I hated it was part of the game. So I pressed my lips to his right asscheek and made out with it. Damn, it was solid, and smooth, and tasted of sweat and that cheap soap we used. I pulled away after ten seconds. “I think he was into it, bro” Cellblock commented. “His tongue tasted all of that lily white booty.” “Really? Did you like the taste of my ass, bitch?” Sleeper looked over his shoulder with eyebrows raised. “Don’t be ashamed to admit it. I know it’s a piece of grade a prime beef. It should taste delicious.” He flexed his ass then wiggled it in my face. “But that wasn’t the best part. You gotta get deep in the meat near the bone for the most flavor. “ He bent over, his cheeks spread as he looked at me from between his knees. I’d never been this close to another man’s asshole, and the sight kinda stunned me for a second. I don’t know if all assholes looked like his, but it seemed like it was all just smooth white skin with a tiny little rift. No hair, no pucker, no visible difference from the asscheek I just frenched. I looked at him, his eyes daring me, that confident grin. He was a rotten handsome prick. But, if I was going to lick anyone’s asshole, my best friend’s was probably the only one. “Fuck it.” I said. The guys were all gathered around, hooting, catcalling, laughing. They were going to witness this bullshit with horrified attention like a car wreck you couldn’t look away from. And I was determined to make it as unpleasant for them as I could. Which meant going full on gay with it. “Lemme have my arms.” I said to Cellblock and Troll. They dutifully released me and stood fascinated to see if I’d go through with it. I placed my hands on his ass, gripping his glutes, pushing his cheeks together and apart. “You ready? After this, you’re gonna understand why the ladies love me. When I go down, I give it everything I got. You’re going to beg me to do this to you again.” “You ain’t never had no ladies. Don’t try to lie. You probably gonna leave bite marks on his shitter.” Cellblock said. With that, I dove in. I kept his asscheeks apart so the guys could watch my big tongue slurp right up his crack, starting at his taint and pushing upwards across his insanely perfect hole to the end of his crack. “Oh shit! He really went in!” Troll said. The other brothers varied in their reactions, from disgust to cheering. I zeroed in on the target, my mouth open, and smothered his almost hidden sphincter with my tongue. Sleeper let out an involuntary “ohhhhhh fuck” and I moved my hands to his thighs and pulled him into me as I began assaulting that hole with my tongue, lips, nose, chin, just grinding away with heavy slurping noises, tons of saliva and noises like I was eating the best meal of my life. Sleeper was trying not to move, but I could feel slight pushes and tiny flexes of his thighs I was gripping. I no longer had any awareness of what the guys were doing, simply lost in eating Sleeper’s asshole like a pussy. “Shit dude. You gotta stop.” He said after a minute or so. I didn’t know how long I was in there. “You sure, sir?” I mumbled from between his cheeks. “Dude, stop. Okay… you’re done.” I pulled away, my face wet. I’m sure I was red as a beet, but it was worth it. I looked down at his face, still between his legs, his eyes were closed and he was breathing a little heavy. I noticed his dick was almost hard, his foreskin pulled almost all the way back, and he was leaking pre-cum. He reached up between his legs and swiped across his asshole, probably to give himself a moment to recover and get rid of the dick slime dripping off his cock so the guys wouldn’t see. Looks like Sleeper enjoyed it more than a little, I thought. I had to admit, I enjoyed it too. Not too much different than eating pussy. “Now I have assmunching juice all over me!” He growled. “You asked for it, and I did warn you.” I replied, wiping my face with my hand. “How’d it taste, Assmunch? Looks like he gave you a full helping. You were buried up his crack for five minutes. We couldn’t even see your nose.” Bootlicker jibed. “Tasted like freedom, America, and grunt beef!” I laughed back. Sleeper was still bent over, his hands on his knees. His ass still near my face, cheeks spread, his shiny asshole clenching and releasing. “Whew, I need a beer. Bitch, get me a beer. It’s gonna take me a minute to dry out. Felt like you were trying to taste what I had for breakfast. Holy good God in heaven. “ “Be right back. “. So… Assmunch stuck. You gotta roll with the punches. Sleeper and I would later have a heart to heart about my skills, but that’s a story for later. We were best buds, of course we were going to talk about it. And more it turns out. Where was I? Oh yeah, Wanker stripped down headed to the showers. “What for Assmunch?” “Zeus is in there. You gotta wait.” I told him. Wanker sighed, knowing he had to let Zeus take his shower alone. He went to his bunk, looking like he hurt his leg or something. He wasn’t walking right. The rest of the guys were hyping up for our party, ready to get things moving. “You okay Wanker? What’s up with you? “ I asked. “If you need to go see medical, we can choose another bitch. But you did get off easy not having to clean up. What did Sarge want, anyway?” “It’s no big deal. Just a sore hip.” He said morosely, which was out of character for him. He was usually one of the funny ones, always cracking jokes. Even when we caught him in the toilet whacking off he just laughed and busted his nut right in front of us. He actually hit Sackless right on the chin with one of his spurts. Wanker’s got a fucking firehose when he shoots. He’s the distance champion for nut AND piss out of all of us. “Sarge just needed to discipline me for something. I kinda fucked up, but he’s going to give me a pass this time.” “Fuck man, that sounds serious. What’d you do?” I asked. “It was supposed to be a joke, just a prank on the Charlies. You know those guys are dickwads, not like us. Well, THEIR Sarge raised hell with our Sarge.” “WHAT DID YOU DO?” I stressed again. “Put liquid contact adhesive in their shampoo dispenser.” “Sounds like a Bootlicker idea” I mused, laughing. “Oh that’s evil. But wouldn’t they have to use it right away? Or it’d just turn to rubber, right?” “No, that’s the beauty of it.” Wanker said, without any enthusiasm at all. “If it doesn’t contact air, it stays liquid. Bootlicker knows his shit. That’s why the Charlies look like green recruits now. They had to shave their heads just like in boot camp. Bald as babies. They finally grew their hair back this year, and they had to shave it all again.” “Fucking classic. Doesn’t sound like anything that the Sarges would get involved in though.” Wanker sighed. “The shampoo dispensers were trashed. Had to be replaced. Sarge said willful destruction of Army property is taken very seriously. I woulda been fucked.” He paused, closed his eyes. In a weak voice almost too quiet to hear he continued “I WAS fucked.” I was puzzled why he wasn’t happier. “But you said Sarge gave you a pass.” Wanker looked me dead in the eye and repeated “no, I was fucked.” There was a change in his emphasis that seemed odd. “God don’t be dumb, Assmunch. That’s how I got the pass. Charlie’s Sarge plowed his huge Hungarian dick into my ass. I was fucked by Sergeant Charlie. And he didn’t pull out, use a condom or go easy. He ripped me apart and busted in my asshole, which is still dripping his nut, while I was bent over Sarge’s desk like a cheap whore. I squatted as soon as I was outside, but fuck there’s like a gallon of it in me, it just keeps coming out.” Wanker was damn near crying, but he was keeping it together . Soldiers don’t cry. “Don’t tell the guys. I shouldn’t even have told you. Okay?” “You don’t have to worry, Parker.” I said. Just using his first name sounded weird to me, but this was no time for juvenile nicknames. “I’m glad you told me. Are you okay? Do you need me to do anything?” “I’ll be fine. It’s not the end of the world. I took my punishment. I agreed to it.’ He said with a morose chuckle. “And honestly, it would have been worse getting demoted and having to leave you guys, maybe leave the Army. That would have hurt way more I think.” I nodded, understanding. Pain was a known quantity, we lived and breathed pain. We carried on. It was all bearable when you had your brothers beside you. “But, I need a favor. Later, not now.” He said. “Name it, brother, it’s yours.” I replied. “After the party, I need you to look at my ass. It felt like he broke something inside me. I can’t ask anyone else, don’t want to go to the infirmary and answer a lot of questions. I figure you’d probably know what to look for after being up Sleeper’s hole that time. You can say no.” I pulled him into a deep hug. “I’d be honored to. After the party.” I held him for a few more seconds, and felt the tension drain from his body. Looking like he felt better, we saw Zeus coming back, fully clothed in some pajamas his mom probably sent him. Little German Shepard puppies frolicking all over them, but no one said a word. He didn’t even look stupid wearing pajamas a six year old would wear. Fuck, I wish I had half of whatever God blood flowed through his steel veins. Where she found puppy dog pajamas to fit a 6’5” hulk that barely fit into his fatigues was a mystery only she knew. Zeus walked to his bunk like he was dressed in biker’s leathers, or fucking medieval armor. “Go clean up, I’ll stall the brothers.” I told Wanker. “I’ll set up for you so they don’t get cranky.” We both knew if they got cranky Wanker would be given way more shit than usual. He walked away. I turned to Zeus. “Thanks for doing our boots Zeus. That was really nice of you.” He turned to me, almost to see if I was being sarcastic. I wasn’t. Then he smiled and I felt the world shift. For a moment I felt like the star of his world. I know I was lighting up red, probably the reddest I’ve ever been, but fuck if I cared. I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from his piercing hazel eyes. “”It’s okay Andrew. I didn’t help clean.” His voice was a physical sensation, a vibration that caressed my entire body. It was deep, gentle but with a force like a wave that moves you without harm or pressure. He wasn’t even trying to be charming or dominant or alpha, all of those things were just exuded naturally from every pore on his body. I would have cut my own throat at that moment, with a smile, if he but asked. Did he know? Did he realize how he affected all of us? Did he see my absolute capitulation and hero worship written on my face? I couldn’t hide it if I tried, my brain made no sense when he looked at me. During hushed conversations with the brothers, we realized he affected every single one of us the same way. Hell, Puta had never once called Zeus ‘Puta’, that was how altering Zeus was. Sarge never screamed at him, ever. “I was going to shine them, but you guys weren’t in the shower long enough.” He almost sounded like he was apologizing to me. What the fuck, no that wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t anyone that should apologize. “It was nice enough that you got the mud off. And we used all the hot water, which was an asshole thing to do. We didn’t deserve for you to do anything nice for us.” I swear this was the most Zeus had said to any one of us. What the fuck was going on tonight? Wanker gets ass raped, and agreed to it no less, got flooded with jizz, is still going to be Barrack’s bitch, and now Zeus is having a fucking conversation with me, a blessed fucking pleasant conversation with a God like any of that is normal. I’m having a stroke. That’s the only explanation. I’m out of my mind near death and it’s all a hallucination. Zeus looked down at his feet hanging off the end of his bunk. I got a sudden feeling that he was sad. “It’s okay. The water was still warm. It felt good after being in the cold rain. You guys are always so nice to me. I’m not good at the stuff you do for fun.” He said softly, trying to be quiet. I guess he didn’t want the brothers to overhear us. “Is that why you always stay in your bunk?” “Yeah.” That hit me hard. We’re we excluding one of our brothers because we thought he was too good for our foolish games? When he sat apart watching us have fun and never inviting him? Did he not think he was a God above all of us? “Zeus. Look at me, please.” I said. He looked over. His deep hazel eyes had a sad hope. It crushed me completely. “Do you know why we call you Zeus?” I asked. “Because I’m big?” He guessed. I almost laughed. But I didn’t want to ruin this moment. “No Zeus, we call you that because your brothers and I think that you are a God walking among us. Yeah, being tall, with those insane muscles helps. But there’s so much more about you we like. We love that everything you do is perfect. You ace every task. You never fuck up, or say something dumb, or do ANYTHING wrong. When you walk, it’s like watching a wild animal stalk its prey. When you speak, your voice rumbles like thunder. When you look at us, like you’re looking at me now, our souls tremble. We don’t know why, but you have something incredible in you that just comes out and hits us like lightning. We’ve all just accepted that you’re the best of all of us. That’s just how it is. We’ve talked about it. If we were back in time, you’d be our king. I know it sounds stupid, but we literally worship the ground you walk on. “ “You wouldn’t feel that way if you knew.” He said. A cold knot formed in my stomach. He had some dark secret he couldn’t tell us? Fuck all. My mind was spinning. How the fuck do I handle this? The other part of my brain kicked in. The side that was smart, that argued against doing stupid shit. It said two words: so what? So what if he has a dark secret? He’s your brother, and you don’t abandon a brother. “Zeus, my brother, nothing you can tell me would change a thing. You could have fucked your cousin and I wouldn’t care.” That got a grin from him. “I don’t care if you sucked dick for money and took it up the ass from Abdul the clerk at the corner stop and shop. Wouldn’t change a thing. “ I thought I saw him give a barely perceptible jerk at that. Nah, couldn’t be. Could it? I mean, I wanted to know, but NOT know. “Of course, the only thing that might change would be I’d need a special favor now and then, if you know what I mean.” I joked. I grinned back at him, gauging his reaction. He seemed to deflate, like he all the sudden relaxed from an incredible heavy load he’d been carrying. “You mean it, Andrew?” “I mean it. And, starting now, you gotta start using our nicknames. That’s what brothers do. I’m Assmunch. Don’t much like it, but I earned it. ” I told him. “Why do they call you Assmunch?” He asked sincerely. Man, his voice. I figured if my guess was right, he’d like the story, so I told him about tongue raping Sleeper’s ass. He sat there staring at me with eyes that just got wider and wider. “No way!” He exclaimed, the most intense emotion I’d ever seen come out of him. “Oh yes. Five minutes they said I ate his ass. You know the best part?” He was hooked, leaning forward. “What?” “Sleeper got a boner and was leaking dickjuice everywhere. He had to hide it from the other guys, but I saw it. You can’t tell anyone though. We gotta keep the secret that Sleeper just loves to get his ass eaten.” “Wow! Really? Sleeper?” “Yeah, he’s really got the best ass. I’ve been taking care of him about once a week since then. We have a deal. I eat his ass until he cums, sometimes without even touching his dick. And then he gives me a handjob and I get to shoot my load.” “Do you like it?” He asked, way more interested than I’d ever seen him be. He wasn’t calm and aloof anymore. “You know, eating his ass?” “Yeah, not too different than eating pussy. Taste is different, and it’s just my spit and no pussy juice, but to be honest what I like most is how it gets Sleeper all worked up. I’d do anything for him. He’s my best friend. “ Zeus nodded. “Yeah, I can see that. I like Sleeper too. He’s my favorite.” I looked at Zeus, and rolled the dice. I was pretty sure I was right. But this would clinch it. “You know, he’d probably love it if you wanted to give it a try. The man really can’t get enough tongue in his ass.” I left that hanging there, then continued. “Come on, bring your puppy dog pajamas and help me set up for tonight. You don’t have to stay, and I won’t say anything about what we talked about, okay?” Zeus got up from his rack. Looking down, he pulled out the bottom of his shirt. “They’re German Shepards” he said, smiling like a kid. Fuck I could just kiss him he was so friggin adorable right then. Without thinking, I grabbed his sleeve and said “c’mon puppy, party’s this way”

I was a Rugby team cocksucker in college. Currently in NNJ, I’m looking for the same with a team, a group of cops, UPS delivery guys, a frat, etc.

“I’ve left you £50 on the table” as he leaves…

Mmm let's do it then hehe.

Clean freak here. When a top finishes with me and I finger my hole, I want to smell cum, not shit mixed with cum.

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

While Paul's thick cock was thrusting into his hole, Johhny was going through an existential crisis. He held the safe sex rule for years as a dogma, that he only broke for a boyfriend he had at highscool. And in a few minutes this nasty guy has shattered it to pieces. The tingling sensation was travelling his whole body by now, making him feeling ecstatic and horny beyond anything he had experienced before. "This motherfucker drugged me to take advantage of me. He knew this would happen! But if I am aware of it... why am I not stopping it? why does it feel so right?" All his moaning did not go unnoticed. After a while being fucked, Johnny opened his eyes and he saw another figure in the room. "How long has he been there?". It was a young blond guy that came lure by the noises.. Athletic but not too tall, with a tatoo on his chest. He has snorting poppers and playing with his cock while watching the scene from a certain distance. Since that moment, Johnny could not take his eyes of him. He had experienced the pleasure of being watched while being fucked at the sling in the past, but this time it was hitting in a different way. He was feeling really sleazy and was dying to suck that cock. The intense staring apparently worked as the newcomer decided to move closer to them. He started pinching his nipple, freeing Johnny's hand that went directly to take care of the new cock. "Niiiice" he said looking a Paul and taking another hit of poppers. Both smiled at each other. Paul was in heaven fucking that hole. So nice that he was struggling to maintain a rythm that would not make him cum so rapidly. No, he has decided that he would dedicate that boy the whole night. There was plenty of time ahead and the Kamagra would ensure him hours of enjoyment for his hard cock. And things were only getting better for him. Yes, he loved inducing drugs on young men to have it his way, but what he loved the most was seeing them used by other men. So having an extra guest was more than welcome. The three of them continued at it for a while. Johnny had unsuccesfully tried to suck his cock a few times because the sling was too high. His mouth was filled instead with the visitor's tongue that he willingly received. From there, the young mouth slowly travelled to his nipples, abs, and finally his erected cock. He had neglected his cock till that very moment and felt an electric shock when he felt those lips wrapping around it. His cock sensitivy was completely enhanced and the blowjob was driving him crazy. Both the feeling of the bare cock fucking his hole and that mouth going up and down on his shaft quickly became too much to handle. "oh fuck! i'm going to cum. I'm cumming" he moaned. The 3 paused for a moment . A big cum load came out like a fountain over his chest, neck and face. - "wow, that is some load, man". The 3 of them laughed. - "Now, it's my turn" said the tatooed boy. His attention went then to Johnny's ass where he moved his hand only to find Paul's cock still deep buried in it. Feeling that cock going in and out was getting him completely horned up. He was touching Paul's dick checking for a possible condom rim. As if Paul had guessed his intentions, he took his cock out to allow a full inspection. "Hmmmmm. raw" said after confirming it. Both tops smiled; nothing more needed to be discussed. Paul took the poppers and moved away, giving him access to the slut, who was still recovering from the orgasm. The young man rapidly placed his bare cock on Johnny's hole. But he did not found it welcoming as he expected but really tight instead. Having shot his load, Johnny's horniness had decreased and he was experiencing a temporary spike of common sense and dignity. Not giving up, the young man went on his knees to rim Johnny's ass in an attempt to getting him compliant again. Johnny looked at Paul almost as if he was asking for help to get out of that situation. The sheep begging to the wolf. Paul leaned over Johnny's head and whispered on his ear: - "Relax boy... You are doing it very well. Don't spoil the fun now" -"But..." - "sshhhh" Paul silenced him. "No buts. Don't fight your desires. You know you want it. You know it feels good. Just let it happen, my slut". The tone was calm but dominant. That was the very moment where Johnny finally gave up. The little control he had regained was gone. The sleaziness engulfed him completely and he let his ass loose again feeling a tongue rushing in inmediately. - "Take some of this. It will help you take the right decision." concluded Paul placing the poppers bottle under his nose. 4 hits of poppers later he was ready for more bare cock, that entered him without any resistance. The hard fuck continued rythmically for a little while. Paul was having a great time encouraging him: "That's it fucking whore! Let that anon raw cock fuck you. You know you love it!". Those words were fuel in Johnny's head. It was true. He was loving every bit of it. Not long after, the top's breathing started changing. "Are you coming already?" asked Paul amused by it. "Fuck, yes! This ass feels so nice. I cannot hold it". - "Don't. Just inside him. Breed it." And so he did. He shot a big load inside Johnny's ass. He pulled his cock out after a minute. Gave him a pat on the buttocks, "thank you" and left the room. Paul looked at Jonny with a smirky smile: "So?" - "So?? Oh my god. What have you done to me? I have let him cum inside me" answered Johnny. - "That is where a macho's cum belongs. Don't deny now that you were dying to get it." - "I... I was. It's true. I dont know why. Im filled with sleazy thoughts. Those drugs you gave me are messing me up" - "Yes, they do. But they only work when they bind to your real desires" - "what do you mean?" - "If you did not have those ideas, the drug does would not have the same effect. Have you even fantasized being used by strangers?" - "Of course, all the time! But it just a fantasy." -"Well, not anymore. Tonight you going to make it real. Being available to anon cocks. - "Tonight? what time is it?" - "Its already 23.15" - "what? fuck! I am already late for work!. I lost track of time. How long does this effect last?" "No, no. You can forget about work tonight. You are on this ride for at least the next 4-5 hours" Panic rushed in "I cannot miss work like this. Ill get in big trouble. I should at least call..." "shhhhh" silenced him again. "Quiet boy. It's all good" said to calm him. "It's too late to change that now. Relax. Focus on the now. Look at yourself, your ass is oozing cum from who knows who. Soon this place will be packed. What then?" - "I cannot move. Still feeling very horny." -"Yes, you will be craving cocks all night. I'll see you totally perverted " said fingering his asshole. - "Ohhh..." moaned Johnny. "Please...." Paul grinned. "Do you like the idea of being used and bred by everybody. Please... what?" - "Please, sir... " repeated Johnny grabbing Paul's cock and bringing it back close to his ass. - "oh, that is what you want." grinned again. He loved seeing him so desperate. "I want to hear you saying it slut." - "Please, I want cocks inside me". He started feeling a tremendous urge. - "Are you my bare slut?" he started rubbing his cock slightly in. - "Yes, sir! " - "Say it!" - "I'm your bareback slut! Please, fuck me. Make me a complete whore!" - "That's what I like to hear." said as he rammed his cock in one more time [To be continued]

If I'm just going for a maximum number of cocks fucking my ass, a dark room never disappoints. But, I really prefer to kick back in a sling where I can watch the tops fucking me. Plus, for some reason, it usually draws a large group of men who either want to watch me getting fucked, or they want to take their turn on my ass. I get off on watching AND being watched. Either way, I think that it's important to look hot (I think that my bare ass leather chaps do the trick), and to show that I'm available to be fucked (kicking back in the sling). Plus, I have a certain amount of patience because I know that some times I seem to be a cock magnet, and other times I might as well be invisible.

You are such an amazing writer. Your one of the most gifted writers I have ever had the pleasure of reading their material, you truly have the gift. I Love where you have started and continually are taking this story. It has me so horned up I can’t even believe it. I can’t wait until the next part and hopefully read how Justin gets his cherry popped. Just keep feeding him that magical miss T and he will be begging for all of them to do what ever they want to him and end up leaving that dead fuck of a wife and happily live the spun cumdump live he is learning to Love now.

Am looking forward to ALL your future installments!! Luv'd the way Drew intro'd Justin to 'the glass dick' and am eager for more.

Battle Buddies - Chapter 16 ASSMUNCH I waited with the other Bravos and the randoms for Lenger and the Sgt. Airborne to walk our floor. We all had our rucks, our backpacks, and our duffles crammed with everything. Most of us didn’t bother sorting and organizing the stuff before we did. It didn’t matter, we could re-pack them later. Our ruck was always packed out anyway. Sometimes you didn’t get a lot of notice ahead of time to move out so our ruck was ready for mission as a matter of habit. It was just our casual stuff we had to get shoved away. Our lockers were empty, the doors open. After Sgt. Airborne inspected Lenger would go behind him and close the door. He actually made Lenger get on hands and knees in the center of the bay so he could stand on his back to look around for anything that might have been forgotten on top of the metal lockers. Sgt. Airborne wasn’t going to find anything, not in the bay, not in our lockers (or on them), not in the hall, the day room, the latrines, the showers, our instruction room, or outside perimeter of the building. Speaking of the perimeter, that’s where Kevin and Tim waited for me, on the benches. It sucked that they couldn’t watch this part of the process, I think they’d both find it interesting. But at least they got to watch the next class of Airborne do their small tower jumps across the street. That’s where I sent them when I had Sleeper give Hunter Wicomb a warning. Just before we were dismissed, we lined up in front of Sgt. Airborne’s desk so he could tell us where we were supposed to be. The randoms were released back to their units, or told where to report for holdover, and the Bravos were handled last. We were told we had a four day special pass, but to report back in front of Command at 0500 Wednesday. The difference between special pass and leave was the difference between a ditch and a canyon in terms of freedom. With Leave, you could go anywhere, get on a plane even. A Special pass meant you were subject to recall at any time, and you had to stay within a certain radius of your post depending on the length of the pass. A commander could cancel your Special Pass whenever he wanted, for any reason. Leave, once approved, wasn’t so easily withdrawn, it was a right, not a privilege. And most Commanders were highly reluctant to pull a soldier off leave, plus they had to have a VERY good reason. Bootlicker tried to get my attention alone while we were doing clear out, but there was just too much going on, too many things to do, and I felt like I had to be in ten places at once plus Kevin and Tim were with me most of the time. Everyone wanted to be released so no one was slacking off, not even the randoms. Bootlicker didn’t seem too worked up about whatever it was, so I knew it wasn’t urgent. I’d talk to him when we got back from our pass. “We’re going to have to jog to the Exchange. It’s not far.” I told Kevin and Tim when I got outside. “I’m actually hungry, especially since I get to eat different food than Dining Facility stuff or MRE’s.” “Is it really that bad?” Kevin asked. The wind was gusting just a bit and his hair was flipping back off his shoulders. “Depends on what you think is bad. Sometimes you’re so hungry it tastes like the best thing you ever ate. Then two days later you’ll try it again and it tastes blah. The Dining Facility has to feed hundreds of troops at once, so everything is made in huge portions. I’ve never had a vegetable that tastes like anything except mush. There’s some meats that are decent. The meatloaf is usually good, especially with the gravy. Breakfast is probably the best. SOS is my favorite. But you gotta watch it. It’s not fun puking it back up if your Sarge decides your Platoon is goin on a ruck march.” I explained. Kevin’s eyes looked sympathetic and horrified all at once. “Our dining facilities have really good food.” He said, talking about MIT. I laughed. “Yeah, I’m not surprised. Spoiled little princes and princesses.” He shot me a look that promised future retribution for that comment. I said a prayer of thanks. Bring it on, Kev. “So, the trick is we aren’t actually running, we’re just jogging. It’s cool enough outside that it’ll keep us warm without sweating.” I knew both Kevin and Tim were in excellent shape, and a twenty minute run wasn’t going to kill them. We were going to be a little late, but not too late. While we double timed… sorry…jogged — Older soldiers figured out eventually how to double speak and that you only used military terminology in the military setting. Unless you were telling a story to your friends, you used common civilian terms where you could. Like, with other soldiers I’d say gunship, or AH, or AH-64. But with civilians I’d say Apache Helicopter. Guys that threw out terminology and acronyms left and right were either trying too hard to sell their military experience to people who didn’t know any better or sound more important than they actually were. But to another soldier or sailor it sounded pretentious and idiotic if you weren’t talking to one of your own. It worked the other way around too, in case you were wondering. If you said ‘so I took my gun’ to other military, they’d just stop you right there and ask ‘which one’, or instantly assume you didn’t know shit about shit. You had rifles, and you had pistols, and you had military issued weapons, and personal weapons. You had long range, short range. And the weapon you preferred or used sometimes said more about you that only another soldier would understand, like what kind of unit you were in, what you did in that unit, and more. A civilian wouldn’t know what ‘so I took my M16’ meant, or the other information that phrase imparted, but another soldier would know immediately, you were probably on watch, patrol, battle drill, or taking a position and they’d definitely know you were on duty, on mission or training. You didn’t always carry, but Infantry carried more often than anyone. Other MOS’s would only carry rifles on high alert, and side arms if they were deployed at a forward operating base. In the military, you learned to call things what they were, or refer to them with specific terms (either nicknames, jargon, or abbreviations). Your kit was one thing, your gear vs. equipment was other stuff, your pack versus your ruck, uniform, etc. With Kevin and Tim, I didn’t have to modify a whole bunch, they grew up in a military town. But right now, I was on pass, with civilians, so I was ‘jogging’. I needed to be better about switching between the two ways of talking. I started off leading the pace with Tim on my right and Kevin on my left, trying to keep us to an easy jog, but soon Tim had other ideas. Ah, the exuberance of youth. “C’mon! Let’s race!” he cried out surging ahead. Kevin smirked at me and leapt forward. In dress shoes and slacks, but damn I could see the flex and expansion of his muscles as he ran and he looked amazing. He really had the most fantastic legs and ass. Kevin didn’t have a Sleeper level ass, it was wider and beefier, probably closer to Chunk’s ass. It looked sturdy and substantial, and hard as a rock. Just a fucking solid mass of brute muscle. I was going to bury my face in there later and have a fucking feast. I think I was going to have it sunny side up, with Kevin laying on his stomach. Fuck yeah. Kevin wasn’t going to let Tim have the lead. I shrugged and let them be stupid because I knew they had no idea where they were going and they’d have to wait for me anyway. Maybe Kevin wouldn’t even break a sweat, but neither of them was loaded down like I was. I sure as hell wasn’t going to get into a race with either of them when I was encumbered. When I caught up I threw my duffle to Kevin and my pack to Tim, keeping my ruck on my back. That should even things out a bit. Kevin looked at my duffle, hefted it to gauge the weight, then pushed it out to Tim and took the smaller backpack from my brother’s hand. “Hey, that’s not fair, you’re bigger. You should have the duffle.” Tim complained. “Get used to the weight, brat.” Kevin said, shouldering the smaller pack. “You want to train, run with as much as you can bear.” I did the exchange without stopping. “Go ahead and race now. You’ll learn.” I said. Tim had to adjust his stride to accommodate the bounce of the duffle, which was now on his back, his arms through the straps. Duffles aren’t exactly made to be carried on your back because the handles didn’t tighten, so Tim had to hold the straps while he tried to run so it wouldn’t bounce and slide down below his ass. The key to carrying anything on your back was to keep it high and not let it get below your waist. “How do you run with this shit?” Tim said. “Fuck me.” I laughed. “We aren’t even going that far or that fast. Toughen up, little bro.” It was evil, I admit. Even trained soldiers didn’t run with duffles on their back, and even if we did I’d pack it different so the weight was distributed in a certain way to make it easier. My ruck was always packed in a very specific order, the heavier stuff down low near my center of gravity where the back support and kidney straps would stabilize it and keep it from bouncing all over the place or making it difficult to maintain an even stride. My pack and my duffle, I’d thrown stuff in so it had no balance or distribution to the weight. That oughta keep both of them from getting us all sweaty. That was payback for neither of them offering to carry anything to begin with. I did feel lighter, but it wasn’t because I’d given Kevin and Tim stuff to carry. It was because of my Wings. That feeling would probably wear off eventually, but every time you pinned or sewed something new on your uniform you felt a certain energy from it. A new rank, an award, a patch, a tab…you felt good. It earned you just a little tiny bit more respect. The word ‘respect’ didn’t get paired with the word ‘Private’ very often so I’d enjoy this feeling for the short time it flowed through me. I still hadn’t gotten over the intense rush of parachuting from a plane and man did I want to do it again. I hoped my application for Ranger Class went through, and not just for the opportunity to Jump again, but for the fifty other skills I’d learn. And to be around other guys who were just as hungry to be masters of warfare. Damn, I can’t tell you how good it felt to have my little brother and Kevin with me right now. Just us men and I couldn’t have chosen two better companions. It seems stupid when we were only jogging to the PX to meet my mom, but something about this moment would stay with me for years to come as one of my favorite memories. My life felt balanced and in harmony, I was me, they were them but together we had something important with each other. As a soldier you always lived in one world or the other, rarely both at once. You shucked off your uniform to force yourself into civilian mode for a few hours, or put your uniform on and dismissed the casual nature of civilian life for duty. Having your family participate in something military with you was a blend of the best of both worlds and it had its own magical energy that always felt like everything was finally right. I wondered for a brief moment if the opposite was true: could you find that feeling with your brothers doing something civilian? I’d love to just go camping in the wild with the Bravos one day and find out. They were a great bunch of guys personally and professionally, and at the very least we’d have a fucking blast together. We could fight and make up, laugh, be serious, decide our own adventure. I really should have been careful what I wished for. After eating at the cafeteria with Mom, we headed to the hotel, which was a good distance from Benning. Of course, the town wasn’t that big so we’re only talking a few miles. Mom wasn’t stupid, she made sure we weren’t anywhere near the area of town where the weekend partying would take place which was always lively late into Friday and Saturday nights when soldiers took it off post. The partying wasn’t restricted to bars and often extended well into the early morning hours at hotels and motels making life miserable for anyone else staying there. It made me think Mom and Dad had more than a few experiences when they were young, and that made me smile. She knew how young soldiers behaved. My mom was really the best mom. Kevin and I were sharing a room with Tim, Mom had her own next door so we got the rental car emptied of the drinks and snacks she’d bought as well as the luggage. They hadn’t brought much, it was only going to be for a couple days. My stuff took up the bulk of what we had to transport. “I need to get out of these clothes.” Kevin said. I liked that he made an effort to look good with his slacks and dress shirt, but I knew he had to be hating it. Kevin hated anything tight. I suspected he wore the super tight slacks and body hugging shirt just for me, and I appreciated the display he put on for my benefit. Running track and training developed his thickness into a solid dense body that felt like it was just on the verge of action. You could feel and see the potential in his muscles. In high school he was an inch or so shorter than me, but he always had me in the size department. Since then he’d grown upwards to just shy of six feet so his mass was distributed so much more proportionately. I fucking loved it. Still the same thick legs and round ass but they tapered together more. Amazing calves too that I might just barely be able to wrap my hands around. When he stripped down I stared in appreciation at the skimpy briefs he wore. Kevin liked wearing boxers because ‘I gotta be able to move’. So he’d switched it up, and I had to believe he did that for me as well. A sexy line of dark pubic hair tufted over the waistband of the briefs in front, and the top of the crack of his ample ass rose from the back. The pouch in front did an excellent job of accentuating his meaty bulge but I could see the outline of his shaft pointed down and over his big nuts. He must have seen me checking him out. “You like them?” He asked, pulling gently on the sides of the waistband to reposition and pose with a smirk he somehow made look innocent. Oh fuck him. “Oh hell yeah.” I said instead. Of course Tim was over on the other bed watching too, but Kevin never got embarrassed about anything. And we both knew Tim liked to look at Kevin too. Hell, I don’t think there’d be many people, men or women, who wouldn’t like to look at that. “Good.” Kevin continued smirking, then turned away to bend over at the waist and dig through his bag. Fuck, now he was just being a tease, sticking his ass out at me like that, legs shoulder width apart, his meaty ass stretched the fabric enough that I could see the crack of his ass right through them, the baseball sized pouch that contained his cock and balls hanging between. My dick was half hard before THAT, and now it sprung to a solid steel gun barrel. I hope he let me fuck him once during this trip. Once was all I wanted. Just because he was teasing me with it didn’t meant he’d give it to me, I knew. That was the mind-fuck part of the game. Carol had taught him well. I’d get whatever he decided I could have and fuck if that didn’t drive me near to shooting in my underwear. “You better hold that.” He said, still bent over. I still didn’t know how Carol and now Kevin knew I was on the verge of shooting, he wasn’t even looking at me. Fucking sadists, the both of them. “Would you guys just kiss already.” Tim said. “I know you want to, don’t hold back because of me.” Kevin stood up and looked back at me over his shoulder. Another pose, another tease. Damn, his back was wide. I saw his eyebrow raise, and I knew immediately what he was thinking. “Excellent idea, Tim.” I said, and got up. Once I was on my feet, Kevin and I moved together towards Tim and pinned him back on the mattress. Then we both smothered him with kisses all over his head and neck while he did the absolute least he could to fight us off but still make it look like he was resisting. “Not me! You guys!” He argued. I planted one last kiss right on his forehead. “Thanks for coming to my graduation, Tim.” I said with a smile, looking straight into his eyes. He was a good little brother. That made him smile. Kevin had climbed on to straddle Tim to hold him down, but he didn’t move when he grabbed me by the chin and pulled me up to him. “Hey…” I said. “Hey yourself, handsome.” Kevin replied, hitting me with those soft flannel eyes. I was gone. Lost in the Kiss, again. “I wish I could kiss someone like that.” Tim said, finally breaking the spell Kevin had put on me. Tim was still laying there pinned by Kevin’s ass, relaxed and dreamy eyed. Kevin smirked. “One day, brat. Some girl will rock your world and you won’t know what hit you.” He told Tim. “Let me up, I’m going to take a shower.” Kevin gave a chuckle. He reached behind his back and grabbed Tim by the crotch. “Yeah, that’s what I figured.” He said, climbing off. “Don’t whack it so hard you pull the skin off, pervert.” “You’re too old to remember what it’s like, asshole.” Tim said. “I get hard at everything. I’m not a pervert.” “That’s gonna cost you, brat.” Kevin said roughly and he flipped Tim over masterfully and yanked his pants and underwear down while putting his knee across Tim’s shoulders. “Tom! Don’t let him do it!” Tim squealed, squirming. “Me? I can’t save you.” I said, laughing. “He could take both of us. Besides, you called him old, you deserve it.” Kevin licked his hand and planted a solid whack to Tim’s bare asscheeks. “Agggghhh! He called me a pervert!” Tim squealed. “Guess one wasn’t enough, he doesn’t sound sorry.” Kevin said calmly and gave my little brother another whack. “Okay! I’m sorry! I’m sorry I called you old!” Tim begged. Kevin eased up on his knee. “Good. Don’t let it happen again.” Kevin didn’t know Tim like I knew Tim. Something else was going to come out of his mouth. I heard it coming a mile away. It was in the way he left his insincere apology hanging unfinished. “Asshole.” Tim breathed, not loud, but not quiet enough to escape notice either. WHACK! Kevin didn’t hold back this time. He took it easy the first two swats, going for shock more than effect. But this time…Hell I knew how hard he could smack your ass when he put some effort into it. And the smirk he threw me when he did it told me he knew what was going through my mind. His look promised I’d get equal treatment at the moment of his choosing. Fuck my cock was dripping now. “Ow! Ow! You ass—“ Tim stopped himself. Now he was sorry. Properly. “You … person!” He finished. I guess that was the only thing he could think of to finish what he started to say in a way that wasn’t going to get him another swat. Kevin dismounted then gave Tim a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry if I hurt you, little bro. You okay?” Kevin knew he couldn’t hurt ME, but Tim was an unknown. Tim chuckled, and I knew he was okay. “Yeah, I’m not a baby.” Tim stood up and Kevin and I noticed his boner hadn’t gone down at all and was sticking out nice and proud with a slight curve to its length. He gave us both an evil look as he took a step toward the bathroom. “You hit like a girl anyway.” And he took off. Kevin almost caught him but got the door slammed in his face and we could hear Tim’s laughter echoing. “SUCKER!” Fucking little brothers. Such a little shit. “I’m going to teach him a lesson when he gets out.” Kevin growled. It was my turn to give Kevin a smirk. “Good luck, I’ve tried.” My boyfriend’s grey eyes turned stormy as they looked at me. “Looks like I’m going to have to take it out on you.” Oh fuck yeah I thought as my dick jumped. “Strip.” He ordered me, sauntering over to the chair in the corner of the room. He sat down slowly, spreading his legs and slouching down. He leaned his head on his fist and started groping his dick through his briefs with his other hand. “What if Tim comes out?” I said, starting to remove my uniform. “First, you better do what I told you to do.” The threat was clear, and thrilling. He paused for a couple seconds to underline his seriousness. “Second, so what? It won’t be the first time he’s seen us fuck. Third, he’s in there beating his meat, probably thinking of us fucking anyway. Fourth, it’s been years since he could take a long hot shower. I remember what it was like at your house. Five minute max. He’s sixteen, he’s going to enjoy that shower until the water goes cold and he’ll probably jack off enough times to clog the drain. We have plenty of time. Fifth, why aren’t you naked and crawling over here already? You’re going to get double for making me wait.” He growled. Damn, he knew just how to get me torqued up. The voice he used to make his little speech had every nerve in my body revved up, rough, barely controlled patience and assertive demand in every word. Crawl, he wanted me to crawl. Two could play at that game. I dropped to my hands and knees and fixed my eyes on his crotch. “Oh, is that what you want?” He said, spreading his legs wider. He lifted the leg of his briefs and pushed his thick cock out. He leaned back, never taking his eyes off me. His eyes were half-lidded in a sleepy sort of way, but make no mistake, they promised a brutal immediate future. He took up the entire chair with his beefy size, looking like a heathen warrior sitting on a throne of skulls. He pulled his foreskin back briefly, then re-hooded his hard cock. I caught a glimpse of precum glistening at the tip. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s it… stalk your prey.” I licked my lips as I took my time stretching out my limbs in a slow and languorous movement, rolling my shoulders with every extension. I was going to take my fucking time. He wanted to play animals? Fine. I kept my head low as I crawled, my lips in a snarl. Playing with my prey was a panther’s prerogative, and this beast before me was not too big for me to handle. I could taste the sweet juicy meat already. “Good kitty. Come here, I have a treat for you.” Like hell I was going to be that easy. Yeah, I wanted it, so much it was driving me crazy, but he started it and the game was no fun if either of us gave up right away. I looked away, over to the bed, the door, down at my hands. I took a quick glance back at him with a bored look and saw a scowl coupled with a dark, sinister smirk. “Disobedient.” Just one word, but it held so much meaning as a promise. He sighed and shook his head once. As if he actually regretted what he had to do. I wasn’t fooled. I created a plan all my own that had nothing to do with his desires. All he had to do was move. Whoever moved first lost the first round. He took his hand away from his gorgeous cock and ran it through his hair, that sexy rake that pulled it away from his gorgeous face. “I guess you want it the hard way.” I blinked slowly, completely still. Even though I had been waiting for him to move, his leap from the chair took me by surprise, it was that quick. I saw his muscles tense, but I’m ashamed to admit I let my focus lapse to enjoy the ripples of them under his skin. So many beautiful muscles holding all that comfortable effortless power. His hand was around my throat in half a second. I bit his wrist and grabbed him behind the knees. He jerked his hand back. I grinned up at him and yanked him off his feet. Whoever was below us heard a nice booming thud as his entire weight hit the carpet, or maybe not. Hopefully it was concrete, but who knows? “That’s going to cost you.” He grunted kicking his leg over to scissor my head. “You think you’re the only feral beast in this room?” He could talk all he wanted. One of us was getting fucked. As much as I wanted it to happen to me, I was going to make him earn it, and if he wasn’t man enough… well too bad for him because I was going to sink my dick balls deep in that magnificent big ass of his. I drove my hand up between his humongous calves and pried his ankles off my neck. Yeah fucker, I learned a few things in the army. For which I received a hard kick to the face. I saw stars for a second. Damn, so it was like that, huh? Oh fuck yeah. Bring it on, stud. If we both didn’t end up bloody I was going to be sorely disappointed. “Remember, you asked for this. I’m going to ring your fucking bell until you’re a nice, domesticated pet.” He growled. And he sent his heel into my chest. I rolled to take the majority of the force out of it, but it still felt like he reached my spine. I got to my feet, grinning. I let him climb to his feet as well. He didn’t even fix his briefs, his thick, hard dick still coming out the leg. It looked angry. I snarled. I crouched in a fighter’s stance. He smirked. I had a moment’s doubt. He wasn’t worried at all. “Aw, look at the training.” He said in a condescending tone like he was talking to a kindergartner. Then he just stepped forward slowly, not protecting, not guarding. I took a swing. It was a mistake. He barely moved and my wrist was in his grip. His hard, unbreakable grip. I gave him two rapid shots to the kidney which barely registered on his face. He yanked my arm down and around, my only choice was to let him flip me over. I’d recover when my feet reached the floor, I wasn’t worried. I should have been worried. Because he punched me in the gut while I was still flying over. And he didn’t pull it. “FUCK!” I gasped. And then he punched me in the face. Fucking hard. Then he didn’t wait he gave me a hard knee to the hip, full force. I went down to my knees. Fuck, where was that emptiness when I needed it? He was taking me apart. I was going to feel this tomorrow. He bent over to whisper in my ear. “C’mon Tom, you’re better than this. You better start fighting back or I’m going to have to fuck you when you’re unconscious. And don’t think I won’t.” He was right. I was taking it easy on him because I still thought of him as the man I loved. It was still a game to me. That had to go. I breathed, closed my eyes for a moment and felt the emptiness take me. I cautioned myself not to break any bones, but everything else was open as a tactic. “Oh-ho… Look who decided to show up to the fight.” Kevin said when he saw the look in my eyes. “C’mon killer, show me what you can do.” tit for tat. I round-housed him right in that square handsome jaw, which made him take a step back and shake his head. Even in my zone he looked so fucking hot when his head rocked with the force of my kick and his hair flew. Fuck yeah, I clocked him GOOD, and I decided I would kick him in his head a couple more times just to watch it again. “Nice.” He smiled. He had blood on his teeth. Fucking sexy as hell. Now he crouched, on guard. I guess he decided to take it seriously. I had to put my heel into his sternum next, like he had done to me. Automatic me planned it. A fake to get him to open and turn slightly. I had to heel him with a back kick, but he played it exactly like I orchestrated. “Hey…are you…. ? Oh you fucker.” He laughed, gasping at first, then his big, booming full laugh. He figured it out. Every shot he had given me, every time he rang my bell, I was doing to him. “But, time’s up, hot stuff. I want to fuck two loads into you before your brother gets out of the shower, so as fun as this is, I’m going to have to put you down.” That’s what he thought. I went in for a disabling strike but it glanced off the nerve cluster just below his sternum. I ignored the spike of pain that traveled through my wrist when my half-folded finger knuckles hit bone. The spike of pain distracted me for maybe only a tenth of a second, but it was enough for him to wrap my head in his big arms. “Time to go to sleep, beautiful.” He whispered. ********** I came to feeling his hips slamming into mine as he plowed my ass with all his weight. My legs were pinned by his hands, splayed out onto the mattress beside my hips. “Welcome back sexy.” He murmured with a smile. Fuck I loved him. “Took you long enough.” “Have you cum yet?” I asked him, not sure why that was the first question out of my mouth, but his insistent pounding and the fullness in my ass were all I cared about. I couldn’t have been out that long. I had never felt this relaxed. I drifted in a state of perfect ease. “Just waiting for you, baby.” He stroked twice more, powerful deep thrusts. “Number one.” He said, pausing for just a couple seconds as I felt his thickness expand and throb along with a sub vocal growl from his throat. He looked deep into my eyes as he shot his seed inside me. And that made my dick suddenly spring up. I’d gone soft when I lost consciousness, but with his cum shooting inside me it didn’t matter, my own cum started pouring out of my dick. Fuck! I came soft, what the hell? That’s what he did to me, and our fight unlocked something visceral inside me, some connection to him I couldn’t explain. “Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkk” I moaned in a long, deep heave as the cum poured out of my dick onto my stomach as my head arched back. I didn’t shoot, it poured out of me and holy fucking hell it was amazing, like one long continuous spurt of jizz originating in my prostate. I looked up into his smiling face. “You’re” SLAM “So SLAM “FUCKING SLAM PERFECT! SLAM SLAM SLAM He dove onto my face and kissed me with his bloody mouth and I just kept cumming. I was going to pass out again. I felt the world close in, the light became a tunnel, and then nothing. ************ I woke up again with him gazing at my face with a look of deep love radiating from those soft flannel eyes. He was still on top of me, inside of me. He kissed me again, this time full and everything, it was The Kiss. I had never been so happy, so content, so completely submitted to him. “You’re incredible. The things you make me feel, Tom.” He whispered, tears in his eyes. “Did I hurt you?” I laughed with a joy I don’t think I’d ever felt. “You hurt me as much as I wanted you to. I meant it. You’re perfect, Kev.” “Why do you do that?” He asked, grinning. “I was going to be all gentle and loving and treat you like my beautiful, wonderful Tom. I wanted to show you how much I love you. Instead, we end up kicking each others’ ass until we’re bruised and bloody then have the best sex we’ve had, ever.” I gazed at him, serious. “I feel how much you love me every time you meet me on a new, higher level. Every time I think I’ve left you behind, you come up and meet me. I was going to beat you bloody and fuck you if you didn’t get me first. I can’t believe you got me. But….” He waited. But I didn’t fill the silence. I just fell into his eyes. “But you were waiting for me to get there with you…”. He finished. He locked me, pulled me in. And just as I was spiraling down, he said “I’ll do whatever I have to, Tom, to be right beside you, always.” his kiss was in my soul. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just get dressed over here while you keep your dick in my brother’s ass.” Kevin didn’t move. He just smirked. “Lesson.” He whispered. God it felt awful when he yanked his thick cock out of my ass, but he was up and off the bed in an instant. Part of me wanted him to beat my little brother bloody too, for ruining the moment. I didn’t have the strength to participate, I was too far in that feeling of contentment, so I watched. Part of me knew I was just laying there exposed, the blankets fallen off the end of the bed. But men were men. Naked, cocks out, bare-assed, only weak men cared about that. I rolled onto my side to see what punishment Kevin would demand. He would never go further than Tim could endure. And after he took me without breaking a sweat, I knew Tim was going to get what was coming to him. “Tom. Control your boyfriend.” Tim tried first. I just remained silent. “C’mon Kevin. It was just fun, right?” Tim continued when I didn’t interfere. Kevin was walking slowly towards him. I knew his dick was still hard, at most he’d cum twice. Usually it took four times until he was done. Poor little Tim. No, Kevin wasn’t going to fuck Tim. But the picture of Kevin the Beast striding slowly towards you with a rock hard thick as fuck cock paints a whole different picture than some dude fully clothed, right? And Tim didn’t know what to keep his eyes on. Kevin knew that, his rather large dick bouncing out in front of him as he walked. “Did you call me a sucker?” Kevin said, in a surprisingly conversational tone. “Well… It was… I mean… “ Tim stammered. “It made me think you weren’t really sorry. Like you apologized without meaning it.” Kevin was now just a foot away from Tim. Both were naked, but only Kevin was hard. I guess Tim had whacked all the stiffness out of his not too shabby teenaged dick in the shower. “I meant it, I swear.” Tim said, his eyes wide. Kevin stepped forward, now they were almost touching. He bent down, Tim was still shorter than him by four inches or so. I saw Tim’s body tremble. Kevin whispered something in his ear and I saw his lips move across the flesh there, like a caress. Kevin made sure his lips touched Tim’s ear. I knew how soft Kevin’s lips were, and how they felt so good when they brushed across you. I was enjoying this. I knew how Carol had taught Kevin everything she knew, so I know Kevin was playing with my little brother in some way. We were both sure Tim was probably bi, and we knew he had a thing for Kevin. Nothing was going to happen, but Kevin was getting his pound of flesh for Tim’s impertinence and disrespect. Kevin couldn’t be that close to Tim without his dick rubbing up against his stomach, he was way too close. Then Kevin pulled his head back slightly to line up with Tim’s face, their noses touching. I wish I knew what Kevin whispered to Tim. “Are you going to be a good boy?” Kevin said, his lips so close to Tim’s I found myself wanting to see them touch. Kevin’s eyes were locked onto Tim’s, and I watched my little brother’s chest heave with deep breaths. Tim didn’t want to move away, even a centimeter. “Yes, sir.” Tim said, with the barest breath. Kevin put his hand up on Tim’s head and stroked his face. “Good boy.” He said, and gave Tim the barest brush with his lips. When Kevin turned back around to me where Tim couldn’t see I got the most satisfied smirk I’d ever seen on him. Fuck… Kevin was just insane. I didn’t miss the renewed boner my brother sported, and the dreamy smile on his face as well as his closed eyes. I was also newly bonered. And after that performance, I didn’t care if my little brother watched. “You better pull the sheets up.” I said when Kevin came back. “No, you want him to know what real love is?” Kevin asked. “He needs to see it. That last part, he’s not ready for. But this, I want him to find this for himself. Girl or guy. Are you in?” Kevin asked me. He raised is eyebrows. I didn’t know how to answer. I wanted to protect my little brother. I didn’t want him to think of sex as dirty, or something to be ashamed of regardless of how he wanted to do it or who he wanted to do it with. But part of me also didn’t want him to think this was an invitation to join in. After what I just saw between Kevin and Tim, I knew I’d want Kevin to be the one to show Tim what sex between two men could be, just like I felt good about Carol teaching him about sex with women. Tim obviously carried a crush on Kevin from the start, and I loved that. Tim saw Kevin as a hero, and if he couldn’t emulate me or dad, Kevin was the next best choice. I knew Tim’s personality though, and he’d blaze his own trail. Shit… this was up to me. Was Tim ready? I had no idea. I felt the right decision settle on my mind. It was up to Tim. I looked over to my little brother, who was still standing where Kevin left him, hard teenage dick erect, his hero-worshipping eyes on Kevin who was next to me. “Tim?” I called out. “Yeah Tom?” the expectant hope in his voice cut me, just a little, I know what he wanted, just from his response. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that too, just a little. But he was my brother, and he had to grow into a man of his own mind before I’d even consider crossing that line. Right now, he had heroes, he had larger than life men who were everything he wanted to be, and he just lost his biggest hero, his father. In this, I had to be resolute. My little brother was a HUGE part of my heart. I wanted him to be a man to be proud of, a man HE would be proud to be. I know he would let either Kevin or I do whatever we wanted with him, but I didn’t want him to be anyone’s plaything, manipulated into conditioned responses, submissive to the first person that gave him a boner, afraid to be confrontational or draw the line between what was worth it, and what you could leave behind you in a forgotten pile of trash. Maybe Kevin was right. If I walked away from Kevin today he’d pace behind me two steps away until I looked back and then he’d challenge me. He wouldn’t let me take another step until I proved I wanted to leave him behind. And it would be damn hard to prove that. I couldn’t figure out how he maintained his independence, his own path, but I still had him right beside me. How the fuck did he do that? He was like no one I’d ever met. He was ALL him, but somehow he was part of me too. I don’t think I was him… I sure as hell couldn’t meet him on that intellectual brain level he was at. My brain didn’t turn in gears like his. I knew, I saw, it came to me, I understood…but fuck if I could explain it. It was all intuition for me, some fucking kind of magic that just connected the dots without understanding how. Kevins gears clicked until all the pegs fell into the right holes and he knew every peg, every hole, every gear, every turn. He dissected until all the tiny pieces were revealed. Me… hell I saw people as whole and complete, and I just understood what that meant. But Tim had to see how real it was. He had to know the depth it could reach. That stuffing your dick into someone was fine, but there were levels so much deeper where souls fucked, where minds inseminated and fertilized. Sex was biological. But making love was metaphysical. Levels existed, and I was sure humanity hadn’t found them all, not after my altered state experiences. Hell, how had Kevin made me cum just after regaining consciousness? I felt the dive over the cliff was imminent and right. I loved my baby brother so much, maybe more than I even loved Kevin, that I wanted him to know, to understand how deep that chasm of love could be so that he had a lodestone to orient towards when he found love himself. I know he loved me, and I absolutely know he was in love with Kevin, but a love all his own was what I wished for him, something he would value and protect with every fiber of his being. A love that lived and grew inside him as its own immutable truth, like what I had with Kevin. “Come here, Tim.” I said softly. I watched him walk over, trepidation in every step. I looked up at Kevin, into his eyes, those beautiful, soft flannel eyes that held all the emotion I pushed with every beat of my heart, He knew what I would ask. I looked up at Tim, standing next to Kevin. They were so different. Tim was unfinished, not yet complete, his face needing me to be the one to decide. “Tim, do you want Kevin to kiss you? Nothing more, just a kiss?” I saw a tear fall from Tim’s eye. “Yes, but I don’t want to hurt you. Is it okay, Tom?” The pleading in his words…fuck. He thought he would steal Kevin from me? Kevin answered, reaching up to hold Tim’s young face in his hands. “Tim…Little bro… I love you, you know that right? You aren’t going to hurt anything. Tom loves you with all of his heart. I love you too. It’s okay. We want you to know what that love feels like.” Tim was looking down. He was crying fully now, tears just pouring from his eyes. He looked up, his eyes full of hope. Kevin moved in slowly and first kissed Tim with a gentle peck, just barely brushing his lips on Tim’s. I saw Tim’s body go limp, but Kevin was ready, and surrounded him with his capable, comfortable arms. And then… Tim felt…. The Kiss.

Part 3 As Drew and I both worked to get more of his young turgid meat into my straight married mouth I became aware of a tart taste on my tongue. Not an unpleasant taste at all. Something I wanted to taste more of – just like I wanted more of this sexy guy's pulsing cock sliding into my mouth and my throat. I moaned around my mouthful of cock as I tasted more of the fluid collecting on my tongue. Then it hit me....that was his precum! He was oozing it continually now and I hungered for more. I pulled my mouth off of his spit-shined hard cock and looked at his sweating smiling face. “Damn man your precum tastes so good! And there's so much of it,” I finished saying as I licked more of the juice from his wide piss slit. Drew was holding the pipe in one hand and a lighter in the other preparing to get us both higher and hornier. “It's all yours daddy. Every sweet drop of my precum is for you to swallow. And if you like how my precum tastes you're going to go fucking wild when you taste my cum.” With that he took a huge hit off the glass pipe keeping his dark eyes locked on mine. I didn't even flinch when he mentioned me tasting his cum. I automatically knew I was going to and I wanted to. With my eagerness heightened I wrapped my lips back around Drew's dripping cock taking it almost balls deep in one movement. “Oh fuck yeah Justin!”, Drew cried out as he exhaled another huge cloud. “Suck that dick man. Yeah stud suck my cock for me and work for that first load of cum. I wanna feed you every thick tasty drop daddy. Part of your boy inside you.” I growled around the meat filling my throat, now on a mission to get my boy to cum down my throat. I wouldn't stop until his nuts were empty. He had taken my spot on the couch and I was on the floor kneeling between his muscled spread legs. I licked and kissed the hair dusted balls holding the prize I now needed. Drew moaned and slid a little closer to the edge of the couch as I buried my face and tongue in the musky sweaty smell of his shaved crotch. I inhaled this man's scent digging deeper into the area where his thighs and balls joined. I heard Drew moaning and was proud that I was making this stud feel so good with my inexperienced mouth. I felt his strong hand running through my damp hair then ever so gently nudging me downward as I realized he was pulling his legs back more and giving me better access to his groin. “Lower, daddy” he whispered so softly I almost didn't hear him. But then, “Lick me and kiss me lower there daddy. Run your warm wet tongue across your boy's hole. It needs attention daddy. Please!” he begged as I felt more gentle pressure on the top of my head. Somehow or other this guy who was young enough to be my own son had me under his power and I wanted to please him. In the back of my mind I knew at least part of my readiness to surrender was the drugs we were smoking but this jock stud was in charge and we both knew that. I'd heard raunchy remarks over the years about eating ass but never thought about it. I enjoyed eating out my wife's pussy and making her cum from it but the thought of tasting her asshole never entered my mind. But now I was practically panting as I looked at the hairless clean puckered hole in front of me and silently obeyed Drew and lightly brushed my tongue across his boyhole. Drew immediately gasped and arched his back causing my tongue and lips to press harder against his taint as I instinctively started drilling into his succulent flesh. “Yes daddy! Oh fuck yessssssss! Eat that hole fucker! Eat it like you eat her pussy. Gawwddddddd that feels so good daddy! Eat my hole man! Fuck me with your tongue! Oh yeahhhhhh!!” I grabbed his trembling thighs to brace myself and went to town on his asshole. And like everything else he had shown me so far I had no idea where this hunger and craving were coming from. I was a very conservative almost kind of vanilla guy when it came to sex, but there was a fire lit in me and I wanted to let it burn. Drew was pushing his ass outward toward me as I dived deeper trying to taste his insides with my tongue. “Eat me you damn hot sexy fucker!”, Drew moaned. “Yeah daddy give in, don't hold back. Eat the fucking hell out of your boy's hole! Make me soaking wet so you can slide your hard married dick inside me and fuck me daddy! I want you to fuck me with your cock! Please!!” His words opened a door in my mind I never knew existed. Behind that door were things I had never consciously thought of or imagined. Things that all my life I was told were wrong and filthy and were only done by men whose minds were warped and per**rted. But hearing him beg me to fuck him made the lust I was feeling increase tenfold. Fuck him? He wants my dick in his ass?!! That's so dirty, so wrong. These thoughts were rushing through my mind in nanoseconds even as I drilled deeper into his delicious opening hole and felt his nuts bouncing on top of my head as he jacked himself. Yeah it's dirty and wrong but so damn hot, I told myself. I want to fuck him and give him my cum. Panting I raised my sweat and spit slicked face from his twitching hole, my eyes taking in the sight of his strong hand wrapped around his hard-as-rock dick, traveling over his ripped heaving abs, his hard stiff nips and finally meeting his gaze as he stared at me with nothing but desire in his eyes. “Aw fuck daddy! You ate me out so good. You liked eating my boyhole didn't you, daddy? Did you like how I taste?” “Daddy loved eating your hole boy! It was so warm and tasted fucking great! I couldn't get enough of it!” Drew grabbed the glass pipe and lighter and told me to sit next to him on the couch. I did and he had me take 3 big hits while he kept whispering in my ear how good my tongue had felt in him and how wet he was with my spit. He took my left hand and guided it down to his hole. “Here, daddy. Feel how wet you made me. So wet and relaxed and hungry for more”. I moaned against his neck as he adjusted slightly causing a finger to slide easily into his hole. “Mmmm yeah daddy finger my hole. Finger me and get my wetness all over your wedding ring. That looks so good doesn't it?” he asked in a seductive moan. I looked down and saw my ring finger sliding in and out of his wet hairless hole. I saw the wedding ring on that finger pressing against his flesh then withdraw only to repeat the move over again. My mind was screaming at me, telling me I was married, I was straight, I couldn't do this. But as if reading my mind Drew took hold of my throbbing shaft and began stroking it. “I need this in me Justin. I need your cock in me fucking me. Please daddy. Fuck me, fuck your boy. She doesn't need to know, does she?” (to be continued)

So hot, beautiful pierced gentials.....just how I like um 😋

Makes me want to join the army.....

I am horny 24/7, but BZ pushes it into another gear. The first time I was fucked I was barebacked. I had been hooked ever since, but bz makes it "normal". And now that I have pretty taken the "no load refused" attitude. I am raring to go all the time. I think I answered the question