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Fun at the Bathhouse I went to the bathhouse with a sexy friend who makes it clear that he takes all loads. There was a line to check-in, full of sexy men. My pal got buzzed and it took ten minutes for me to get to the counter. We somehow got separated and by the time I was undressing at my locker, my friend was already doing laps through the dimly lit corridors. I lost track of him here and there but kept an eye on my friend as he hunted for raw dick. There was a younger couple holding hands a few places in line behind us, one of whom looked excited and the other looked nervous. I nodded to them and made a point to keep my eyes open for them inside. My pal did the rounds from the private cabins, many of which had open doors with a guy ass up on the padded bench they called a bed. I went took a shower and jerked off a bit as guys walked by checking out my body and my meat. I soaked in the hot tub and a guy sat next to me. Ten seconds later, his knee was pressing against mine. A minute later he was jerking me off as he fingered his hole with his other hand. He leaned over and asked if I had a room. I knew all the rooms were occupied and there was a waiting list, so I shook my head. Clearly, the guy wanted to get fucked in a room. I was feeling warm, so I took a cool shower before heading to the dry sauna. I made sure to sit by the door so I could see if my friend passed by. A few minutes later, my pal saw me, and he joined me in the sauna. A hung bear guy was sitting on the upper bench and started to massage my friend’s shoulders. I heard my pal ask the stranger if he had a room. He nodded. My pal stood up and let the guy lead the way. I noticed a biohazard tattoo on the small of the guy’s back and knew my pal would be taking his first POZ load of the night in a few minutes. My friend was just out of the sauna door when the twinky couple came in. They sat opposite me. One was pale and blond, and he gripped his boyfriend’s muscled tanned arm for support. The tan one leaned over and pointed to the exiting stranger’s biohazard tattoo. He whispered, barely audible, ‘you see, that means he’s POZ.’ The blond nodded meekly. Another man came in and sat next to the blond. He opened his towel and revealed a hefty glistening cock with that now-familiar biohazard tattoo peeking out of his pubes. The blond saw it and gasped. The POZ man let his knee graze the blond’s, who moaned in response. ‘Babe, he’s touching my knee,’ the blond whispered to his boyfriend. ‘Do you want to play with him,’ he asked. The blond nodded. The tan guy reached over and opened his boyfriend’s towel. The POZ man reached for the blond’s dick, and soon both slowly jerked the blond off. I knew something sexy was about to happen and the tanned guy lifted and turned his boyfriend over, so his knees were on the bench and his face in the POZ man’s crotch. I watched his pink hole wince as his boyfriend crouched down to eat his creamy ass. The blond had no choice but to swallow the large POZ cock now dangling in his face. His eyes got big as he clocked the tattoo and traced it with his fingers. The blond went from hesitation to enthusiasm as he swallowed that big dick to the root. After a few minutes of ass-eating and cock-sucking, the POZ top and the tan boyfriend muttered some words, and they then flipped the blond right side up and lowering himself to sit on the POZ stranger’s big raw cock. The blond groaned as he took that stud’s inches. There were four other guys in the sauna, and by now we were all jerking off. One got up and grabbed the orange key strapped to his forearm. He announced, ‘I’ve got a room. It’s too hot in here. Come with me.’ The tan boyfriend lifted his partner off that raw POZ dick and the four of them headed to his room, barely covering up with their now-soaked towels. The guy was right about the heat. I was ready for a break, so I took another cool shower and went for a walk through the complex. I knew I wanted to check out the steam room and the gloryhole / darkroom section, but I figured I should check in with my friend. I eventually saw him leaning against a mirrored wall as a hung top railed him. I guess that top didn’t have a room as it seemed like most sex had been happening in rooms. With the place this full, raw sex was now happening everywhere. I walked through the labyrinthine hallway of rooms and made my way to the sauna. I’d made myself comfortable when the twink couple reappeared. The blond was flustered and gripping his partner’s arm. The blond whispered, ‘sorry, it just happened too fast.’ His partner kissed him and he moaned, ‘it just felt so good. I shouldn’t have made them cum so soon.’ The tanned guy groaned and said, ‘you look so hot taking their loads. Just let me know when you want more.’ The blond kissed him hard and spread his thighs. His towel parted and his boyfriend reached down and played with his now-cummy hole. They leaned back and relaxed. I watched as POZ seed oozed out of his hole and onto his towel. A guy next to me reached down to my crotch. He liked my dick and the sexy couple across the way got me stiff. The guy looked to me for approval, and I nodded. He leaned over and blew me while I played with his slick hole. He was a handsome Asian guy with pointy pecs and a bit of a belly, and incredible cocksucking technique; he swallowed my dick all the way and just left it there, flexing his throat around my shaft. He asked me if I had a room, and I shook my head. He was overheated and went for a cool down. I whispered that I hoped to see him again later. I stayed in the steamroom and watched as another bear of a guy entered and made a beeline for the twink couple. The bear approached them and opened his towel. ‘I hear you like sharing your boy’s hole with POZ men?’ The tan guy nodded as the blond leaned forward and eagerly swallowed the guy’s dick. The man face-fucked the blond as his boyfriend jerked him off and toyed with his cummy hole. The guy asked if they had a room and they shook their heads. The tan guy laid down on the bench and had his boyfriend mount his dick cowboy style. He leaned forward, offering up his sloppy hole to the bear to DP. I watched as the blond took those two raw cocks right there in the steamroom. The blond leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend hard on the mouth. The bottom was clearly more experienced than I’d have guessed from his nervousness. The bear looked at me and saw my leaking hardon. He reached over and jerked me off saying, ‘you’re so wet.’ The bear arched his back and spread his furry buttcheeks apart. He guided my dick to his crack saying, ‘drip your precum into my ass and let me fuck myself on your cock!’ I nodded and slipped into his loose sloppy hole. The bear clearly took loads as much as he liked to give them. He stayed still as I slid myself into him and let him do the work sawing back and forth into the blond’s hole and onto my raw dick. It didn’t take long for the top to fire his load deep into the blond boy’s asshole. The bear squeezed my cock with his furry muscle butt as he came. He clenched and unclenched as I slipped out and a river of fresh cum oozed out of his matted hairy ass. I caught the slimy seed in my hand and smeared it on my cock. The guy picked up his towel and nodded. He guided me into the blond’s upturned hole, still stuffed with his boyfriend’s dick. I slipped inside that blond boy’s cumslick pussy and loved feeling my dick slide against his boyfriend’s dick. The blond made out with his boyfriend as I sloshed around in his hole. Even with his boyfriend’s cock there just wasn’t enough friction to get me off. Still, it felt amazing smearing globs of cum from the bear’s hole into this fresh ass. I was ready for a breather so pulled out with a gloopy plop and left the steamroom. Another guy got up to take my place as the door closed behind me. If my math was right, so far tonight, the blond now had his fifth bare cock in his hole. I headed for another cold shower and went looking again for my pal. I found him in the dark room in one of the slings. He’d brought a bag of huge butt toys and had them displayed on a shelf with a tub of lube. The biohazard top from the sauna, who was the first to breed the blond, was working a pig hole plug into my pal’s butt and then slipped inside. He pounded my friend until he pulled out. I took a turn, and the friction felt great on my dick. I figured I wanted my cock in at least one more hole before cumming, so I pulled out. I made a round of the darkroom area and saw the twink couple again. They nodded to me. As I walked by, the blond whispered, ‘OK, one more load, and then I’ll be ready to go.’ I turned back and asked if they’d been to the sling area yet. I motioned that way, and they followed me. My pal was feet up as another guy was forcing a ridiculously big toy dildo into his hole. The blond grinned and moaned, ‘I want you to open me up like that!’ The blond had clearly never been in a sling before and he needed a bit of help getting situated. Once his feet were in the stirrups, he relaxed. His boyfriend slid easily in to his wet stretched-out hole. He pounded for a few minutes and offered me a go. I took his place and gestured to the toys. As my buddy took a guy’s raw cock alongside an obscenely big toy, he moaned, ‘yeah, slide that in his hole!’ The tan boyfriend grabbed a big shiny dildo and slimed it up with more lube. I realized it had just been inside my pal’s hole and was now going to go inside his boyfriend without even being washed off. The tan dude handed the toy to me, and I pulled out. We inserted the big toy and let the blond get used to it. I let his boyfriend go first. He slipped in alongside the obscene toy. I spit on my finger and teased his furry hole with it. He came hard quickly and pulled out with a sloppy plop. I slid into his cummy mess alongside the dildo and mixed the seed, lube, and juices around before adding my own. Another guy stepped out of the shadows and slid into my pal, fucking him before adding his cum to his sloppy stretched-out cunt. I realized it was the sexy Asian guy who had blown me earlier. As he pounded my pal, I saw a trickle of cum leaking down his thighs. All told, my pal got fucked by four raw dicks and took at least three loads. The blond at least five cocks and I had my dick in one mouth and two holes. Not a bad Friday night at all.13 points
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Was contacted from my locanto ad last night, a father and son wanting a morning session, there family is on holidays on the gold coast for 2 weeks. Gave them my address 8 am today they texted me saying that they are here. I let them in. Had the usual chit chat, they told me they said to there wife and mum that they were going to learn to surf. They were spit roasting me and taking turns fucking my mouth and my ass. 15 minutes later the son was cumming in my ass and the father was cumming in mouth. They are coming around tomorrow for another session, I looking forward to being bred by the dad and swallowing the sons cum. Father is 44 and son is 209 points
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"Negative", I couldn't believe what the clinic nurse was saying. I hadn't had the fuck flu but understood not everyone got it. I'd taken so many loads from so many strangers, some who'd assured me they were highly toxic that the negative test result seemed a miracle. Maybe I'm immune I thought. Quickly the insanity of this thought rushed to the surface. If I allowed myself to think that I would never get on PreP and with my cum hungry hole it was not a matter of if I'd get infected, it was a matter of when. When I honestly confessed how promiscuous I'd been while waiting for the test results and that I'd never used protection the staff decided to bend the rules and get me on PreP ASAP. They still did another rapid test, 'negative' followed by a more thorough test but gave me the PreP prescription right away. They knew it was futile to expect me to remain safe until the more thorough test returned. I was so deeply relieved that they could give the prescription and fill it. I was heading home with three months worth of pills in my pocket. Finally I was following through on my PreP intentions. I took the first pill the moment I got home and felt like I had successfully climed Mt . Everest. I was so stoked that I went on Squirt and swiped through to see who was on line. My attention was totally drawn by a 62 year old silver fox. He looked so much like one of my bb porn favorites Lance Charger. It didn't faze me that his profile said he was poz and nothing about read treatment as prevention. I just jumped into the chat area and told him how hot I found him. To my surprise he immediately sent me his private pics and videos requesting I do so in return. I don't have videos but eagerly sent my private pics, a few of which clearly show me taking a variety of cocks bb, and one showing fresh cum dripping from my hole. Having sent mine I began to watch his videos. They were beyond hot, they were scorching with raw sexual energy. It seemed every man this guy 'did' was handsome beyond belief. All the videos were true to his profile which read among other things 'into, bareback '. The last video I opened had me gobsmacked. The silver fox and his bottom were engaged in prolific poz talk. The bottom begging for 'daddy's toxic load', daddy egging the bottom on, 'tell me exactly what you want', 'tell me you want me to knock you up and poz you slut. ' Holy fuck! I'd heard of these kinds of videos but never seen one. And here the toxic poz top was the guy I was chatting with. OMG! Silver fox let me know how much he loved my pictures and cut right to the chase, "I want to fucking breed you boy." Before I could think I had sent back a message; "Yes, yes, yes! I fuckin need you to breed me." "Can you come over right now?" His address was very close by. "Um ... eh ... I don't think so. " I couldn't believe that he was interested in me. The thought had me over the moon with excitement and hornyness. But my brain was working well enough to know that one PreP pill would not provide the protection I would need with him. "You don't think so? Why not son?" My insides melted every time this masculine daddy hunk called me that. I considered lying but decided on the truth. "I just started on PreP today daddy. I'm assuming you aren't medicated. My favorite video is the one full of Poz talk. It got me so hard I almost shot my load. " Damn it, why did I tell him that? He just kept me chatting for the next hour. It was intoxicating. And every now and then he would casually insert his invitation for that night. He could tell my resolve was shaky to begin with and that our erotic chat had it weakening more and more. "You like the poz talk video?" "Like? I fuckin love it!" "Then let me call my friend. He can record us making the same video with you tonight." "That would be awesome! ... Wait ... it's so fuckin hot but I don't want to get pozzed." "You sure slut? Why's it taken you so long to get on PreP? And why's that video horn you up so much?" "I don't want to get pozzed. But I have fuckin loved the risk!" "Then come over now and take one last risk, before PreP takes that joy of the possibility of dodging the bullet away from you. Come on, you know you want to, just one last time ." "Fuck, fuck, fuck! We both know you are right. " "Then how long will it take you to get here. We'll clean you out here. " "Fuck man! Fuck daddy! Really?! OK! See you in ten." I was there in eight. He met me at the door hairy chest exposed in a plush house coat and led me directly to the bathroom. He was naked the moment the door closed and undoing my buttons and trousers. I was soon as naked as he, dropped to my knees and took his impressive cock into my mouth. He grunted satisfaction and soon pulled me up. "There will be lots of time for that later. My friend will be here soon so we need to flush you out. Get in the shower. " This was a new experience for me. No one had ever given me an enema before. I melted into his absolute control as he stuck the hose up my ass, instructed me how long to hold the water, and when to evacuate. He was so confident and comfortable any embarrassment I might have started with was washed away with the first flush. Luckily it only took three and I was clean as a whistle. When he led me into his bedroom his friend was already there setting up three cameras and as naked as the two of us. He was gorgeous with a swimmers build. They had clearly done this many times, because the silver fox came onto me without exchanging even a word with his friend. The presence of the friend and cameras had me very excited and my semi hard cock sprung to full attention. Daddy pushed me backwards onto the bed and took my cock balls deep into his mouth andthroat. I began producing copious amounts of precum which he spat onto and worked into my hole for lube. Clearly his intent was to cut right to the chase. Soon his raging poz cock head was teasing my happy hole. 'Tell me what you want son." "I need you to fuck me daddy." "What do you want me to fuck you with slut?" "Your raw cock daddy." "And why are you so hot for this raw cock?" "Awe ... um ..." "Say it son. " "Oh stop teasing me, fuck me already with your raw poz cock. " As the head penetrated me, "My highly toxic raw poz cock?" "Oh fuck ... yes. Give it to me. " As he bottomed out, "You want me to knock you up son? You want me to poz your negative ass? " "No daddy! I don't want to get pozzed!" "Is your negative ass on PreP then son?" "Fuck me please. Just one pill today, my first. " "Then you want me to poz you. " "No daddy, I'm just addicted to the risk. Fuck me! Breed me! But don't poz me, please!" For the next half hour he pounded me like a jack hammer. Missionary, doggie, spooning. Every now and then I would notice his friend moving in for a close up. I loved my ravaging being recorded but mostly I was consumed by the intensity of the fuck. Daddy moved me into Missionary again, ploughed into me balls deep and looked deep into my eyes. "I'm very close son, where do you want my load?" "Oh fuck! Already? Shoot it in me daddy. I need your cum painting my guts! " "My toxic cum? So you want me to infect you after all?" "No, no daddy. Don't infect me!" "Then you want me to pull out. " "Fuck no! Breed me, please." "Then ask me to poz you. Beg me. This is being recorded and I can't give it to you unless you ask. " "Fuck man, just breed me already! ... OK knock me up with your toxic cum. Poz my fuckin negative ass." He was powerful unloading deep in my ripped up guts before I finished. I was spraying hands free and the camera man didn't miss a moment or a drop flying through the air. Still deep inside me daddy took my face in his two hands and spoke with great compassion. "Good boy. I knew the moment we started chatting this is what you wanted." "You are right. Accept for converting. I still don't want HIV." "Well you've got a strange way of showing it son!", laughed daddy and I couldn't help but join in. Daddy finally got up and headed for the bathroom. I started to follow and his friend said, "Where do you think you're going? My turn. Bend over the side of that bed." I did and he was pounding away within a second. He blasted in my ass as daddy returned from the bathroom. He slipped out and daddy was back in me again. I would beg to be knocked up by his toxic poz cum three more times before morning, just to get his sperm. I still had no desire to get pozzed, I just couldn't pass up the excitement of the risk. The friend also dropped two more loads into my negative ass. As I was leaving I thought to ask about the friend's viral status. " Higher viral load than me.", winked daddy. As I took my second PreP pill that night I wondered if it made any sense. Hopefully I'd stay negative long enough for the PreP to take hold and protect me.8 points
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They came around today after there early morning learning surf. They both bred me today. They want to meet again tomorrow after there lessons on surfing. They were more relaxed today as well,so I'm hoping to talk then into DP'ing me, they are huge cocks but they feel really good inside me. Daddy came first then the son fucked me for a got 30 minutes after and he really used my cunt pounded me hard before breeding me, as soon as he pulled out I had to clench so I could get my butt plug in.7 points
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Bred a fit guy off grindr last night in a cemetery parking lot. Got off an hour before my bf and this guy messaged me saying he wanted someone to piss in his hole and breed it deep. Showed up and hoped in the back seat of his car, he had the seats down so we could lie down in the back. Played with his ass till I got hard and put my dick in. Took a big piss inside him and huffed on poppers the while time. While i was fucking him i could feel all the piss making his ass wet. Bred my load deep in his hole and he begged me to take another piss in him so I did. Was so hot I didn't wanna take my cock out of his hole. He kept trying to make me stay so i could fill him with more piss but I had to get home and shower before my bf got home. He blew in my mouth and made me spit it in his mouth. Was a fucking hot time with a hot dirty piss pig 🐖6 points
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Part 10 I kept staring at Drew's face, looking into his eyes, my thoughts racing wildly as I silently processed what he had just said. He wants to fuck me! He wants to fuck me??!! I felt his hard cock pressed against my body just below the waistline. I felt it's heat and felt the wetness of his precum continually oozing onto my skin. I wanted his cock and his cum. I wanted to make him feel good. I remembered how great it had felt being in his ass last week. And just a bit earlier being in Ryan's ass. And I couldn't forget how good Kevin's cockhead against my hole had felt. But..... All of this ran through my mind in only seconds. While Drew waited for me to answer I felt him move one hand from my asscheek and almost immediately felt his fingers working into my asscrack then making contact with my virgin hole. He pushed against the entrance to my guts with a finger causing me to moan and press my body tighter against his. I couldn't pull my eyes from his and I saw a strength and need in his eyes, a need I wanted to satisfy and a strength I was feeling myself yielding to quickly. He brought his lips to mine and began kissing me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth as I readily opened my lips to him. As we started kissing more intensely I felt his finger rubbing the edges of my hole then his finger pressing against it a little more forcefully this time. As I moaned into our kiss I was dimly aware that, as if on it's own, my body ever so slightly pushed back to meet his fingertip. I heard Kevin's voice from somewhere say, “Hell yeah buddy! That's it. Let go and give in.” Hearing the now-familiar “click” of a lighter being lit and knowing its meaning in this situation, Drew and I both pulled back from our kiss and saw Ryan standing next to us with the flame heating up the pipe. With a look of total lust on his young handsome face he moved the stem to my mouth and I began drawing in the thick white smoke, knowing it would help me make the decision I needed to make. “Yeah, man,” Ryan whispered. “Suck that fuck smoke in dude. Let it horn you up. Let it help you admit what you want and need. You need to get fucked. You know how it feels to fuck an ass. Now you need to know what it feels like to get your ass fucked. Your cherry cheating married ass.” Taking a second hit and hearing the nastiness of Ryan's words I reached down and wrapped my fist around Drew's thick hardon and slowly stroked it. I blew out the cloud and looking into Drew's hypnotic eyes I said, “Yes.” “Oh damn yeah!” I heard Kevin say, followed by Ryan's, “Fucking hot!” I saw a look of eagerness and lust on Drew's face, mixed with what might have been relief. But his words were spoken softly and very seductively. “Thank you, Daddy Justin. Thank you for saying I can be the first one to fuck you and breed you. I promise, I'll make sure you enjoy it and I know you'll want more.” He kissed me softly then said, “Let's move to the picnic table and get things started.” He grabbed my left hand and led me to the table, Kevin and Ryan following close behind. I was remotely aware of Drew's fingers pressing against my wedding ring on the hand he was holding and felt my cock twitch. Suddenly a thought came to me as we reached the picnic table. I needed to ask Drew something and I had to ask now before I forgot. “Was that guy...the guy you were fucking here before? Was he really your dad?” Drew smiled and took hold of one of my nips making me moan. “Would it bother you if he was?” he asked. “I...I don't know,” I answered in a guttural voice, enjoying the pleasure/pain I felt as he twisted my nip harder. “It...for some reason...it was really hot thinking you were fucking your dad and cumming in him. I don't know why but it made it even hotter and nastier.” Drew was working both nips now and my whole body was shaking. “So incest turns you on? You like the idea of a dad and son fucking, or 2 brothers?” I was jacking his hard dick now and groaned. “Oh fuck!”, I said. “So hot. So nasty but it sounds so hot!” Drew pushed me against the picnic table and eased me down on my back. My ass was resting on the edge with my feet hanging down toward the ground and Drew standing between my legs slowly stroking his meat. His other hand was fondling my balls. “You have kids don't you daddy?” I nodded, spreading my legs more to give him better access to my balls. “Yes”, I whispered hoarsely. “A boy and a girl.” “How old is your son, daddy?” Drew asked taking hold of my cock and starting to jack it. “Nineteen. He just turned 19 last month.” Drew pushed our hard dicks together and started stroking them with both hands. His eyes stared into mine and he said, “I'm 20. I could be your son. Would you like me being your son, daddy?” “Yes!”, I groaned with no hesitation. “And do you want your son to fuck you daddy? To fuck your virgin ass? Do you want your son to show you how hot and how good dirty pervy incest is?” His sexy voice, his hard young cock, his filthy words filled me with a need I couldn't resist. “Oh yes please!! Please son fuck me! Fuck your own dad's ass and cum in me! Oh please son!!!” (to be continued)6 points
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Next Chapter: The Doctors Gift The doctor stopped fiming, and said he too had a gift for us and it was in the nightstand. We opened it up and found not only a bag of Tina, but a syringe. The doctor explained that he wanted our first session to be drug free as the excitement would be great enough. He continued by saying that he was not an advocate of Chem sex, as he's seen way too many become addicted to it. He said he hoped that would never be the case with us, but if it did, he was also an addiction specialist. The doctor said he wouldn't slam us tonight, but he would slam himself. We helped tie off his arm, he prepared the syringe, putting it in his vein, drawing back on the plunger until he saw some blood in it. He then quickly pushed down on the plunger, and untied his arm. As the drug was going directly into his blood stream, the effects were almost instantly. He immediately got between our legs, and frantically began sucking our cocks. As he was sucking, he was jacking his cock. The Tina did give him Tina dick, but after my partner and I both shot our loads down his throat, he positioned his cock on front of my mouth, and fed me. His cock may have not been rock hard, but he fed me an amazing load. He said it was the least he could do. The doctor brought up a point that my partner had mentioned early about transmission from blood. He said the quickest way to convert was through a toxic blood slam. He explained that he was confident that I would convert tonight, but that a slam of my partners blood would pretty much guarantee it. We both agreed that was a great idea. He then retreaved a new syringe, and drew blood from my partners arm. Once the syringe was full, he placed it in my vein and pushed down on the plunger. The feeling was so intense! I guess it was in my mind, but I immediately felt like I could feel my partners blood already taking over my body. The doctor said he was done for the night and was going to retreat to his bedroom. The doctor advised us to use his gift of the Tina cautiously tonight if we chose to. He stated that the power of taking the point for the first time was powerful. He stated that taking a point was not the only way to administer it He stated that there were several ways we could use the gift. The first was to use his gift. The first was through a booty bump, which could be used one of two ways. Dissolving the Tina and injection into my ass, or the preferred method of sticking a crystal In my ass. He said this method was preferred, ass could lead to further tearing of my hole. He then kissed us both, and said enjoy the rest of our night. After he left, my partner suggested that we try putting a rock up my ass, which I agreed to after he said the deep was already likely done, and that by doing so, it would only enhance our sexual experience. He then crushed up a rock, wondering what it would be like to snort it. He then mounted me again, and this time fucked me aggressively, with hot verbal talk, not romantic but things like your mine now you fucking pig. Although I loved it, I questioned it if he truly loved me, or was I just the first one that he converted? At that point, I really didn't care though. Next Up: The Evil Plan3 points
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Sorry - but I call BS on the "left and right" bit. Only one side is infuriating women and frustrating men by cooking up abortion bans. Only one side is making democracy fragile by trying to limit voting and enable the overturning of elections. To mention issues not addressed in your post: Only one side is pushing for legislation to overturn same-sex marriage. Only one side is actively blocking addressing long-standing, systemic racism in this country. Only one side is actively blocking addressing climate change, which is an existential threat to our continued life on this planet. Only one side is ... I could go on and on, but the point is simple: one side wants to make the world better for people in general, and the other side wants to make the world better for themselves and their ilk only. It's a never-ending battle because those who oppose change will always oppose change and will have to be dragged kicking and screaming into a better future - one they're always ready, at the drop of a hat, to vote out of existence if they for one moment gain the levers of power. Are there leftist extremists? Sure, but they don't drive policy for the progressive side. The cuckoos on the right, meanwhile, dominate their party.3 points
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My loose cunt’s developed nicely over eight years of marriage and my husband fucking me over a thousand times. Kisses!3 points
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On our drive into the city for the baths my sheep farmer friend'⁹s eyes were more twinklie than ever. He seemed in an extremely good mood and so excited. It wasn't until well into our sex adventure that night that he let me in on the secret that had him so hyped. I had wondered if maybe he was on drugs, but learned it was the natural drug adrenaline. I had just spent three quarters of an hour strapped in a sling in the room of two huge bears. I'd been having an excellent night on the slurp ramp and was just sucking down my third tasty load when I noticed a warm wet mouth at my bare ass. I reached behind with both hands and pulled the long haired head deeper into my butt. He got the message and I was rewarded with his long tongue penetrating my hole. I just kept pushing back. A new cock arrived through the glory hole and as I went to work on it my rear fuck switched from tongue to his 5 inch thin pencil of a raw cock. Within two minutes both my holes were being freshly seeded. I felt every wet blast in my mouth and ass. That's when the bear couple decended on me and towed me off to their room. I didn't even have time to retrieve my towel. I may have already been lubed with nature's best but the first bear to enter me was 9 thick inches. He was not gentle and although this was not the biggest cock I'd been fucked by it did feel like it would tear me in two. I just kept focused on deep breathing and soon the pain transformed into that beautiful pleasure only a huge raw fuck can provide. I felt so empty when he pulled out, but not for long. Bear two was 11 inches, thicker still and upward curved in a way that stabbed my prostate every time he forcefully plunged in. I couldn't help but scream in pain and pleasure which attracted a small crowd to their open door. Between their forceful fuck onslaughts they invited onlookers to fuck and breed me making it clear no rubbers were allowed in their room and guests were not allowed to pull out and leave their room until they had made a cum deposit in me. I took five more loads in the ass before the two giant bears each flooded my dripping ass with their deluges of cum. I could barely walk back to our room as my sheep farmer friend approached me from behind. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the area with a bank of porn screens. He pointed out a handsome tall slim guy sitting in the corner who opened up his towel just as we were looking. "Fuck! Is that a biohazard tattoo on his groin? He just gave me the most satisfying breeding in the dark room. I had to see who it was. Fuck, I have toxic cum in me. Fuck!" I led him back to our room reassuring; "That’s fuckin hot man, you're on PreP so you can take all the hot toxic loads you can get. Fuckin A!." With some panic in his eyes he responded; "I'm not chasing dude." "I didn't say you were. You're on PreP, you're safe. ... (the panic didn't leave his eyes) ... You are on PreP aren't you?You told me you were." "Awe ... um ... no that was my hubby. " "What the fuck are you talking about?" "We both went to the clinic and got the prescription. I just haven't got around to filling mine yet." "And you're letting any stranger breed you tonight?! That's called chasing my friend." "No, I don't want to get it. The thought terrifies me. In fact it's so frightening I didn't even PEP when you bred me. I knew they would also test me and I couldn't face that. Hubby just thought I went on my own and I didn't tell him otherwise. I lost a week's sleep when they tested me for the PreP prescription. I was so relieved when it came back negative." "But you let me breed you again at the artist's orgy? I don't get it. You know I'm still toxic right?" "Yeah. I just can't help myself. Fuck man, let me show you. Get your toxic cock in me, right here right now." "Are you crazy?" "Probably, just do it. Fuck me raw with your toxic dick man." He was now laid back on the bed, legs in the air, wet hole winking invitingly at me. I began to harden, stroked to full mast and plunged on in. The look of terror in his eyes transformed to extacy as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck man. Thanks. Nothing gets me this boned and excited. Once a raw cock is in me I'm both terrified and insatiable for more. Especially the cum, I just feel so satisfied when guys dump in me." "But you know that other guys cum and my precum could be infecting you right now. Fuck, I bred you last week. " "I know. I'm terrified of getting it but I just can't bring myself to give up the adrenaline rush of fear." "Fuck man, that's sick! ... and so fuckin hot!" 'I know, eh?" "Let’s get you out in the public swing and keep you terrified. I'll do my best to give you my toxic load before we leave. " It was now after midnight and there was a great crowd. There was no trouble keeping the sheep farmer's slung ass plugged and plunged with raw cock after raw cock. I warmed a few up and took a few to completion as I encouraged the guys around the sling. I took on another three loads as our 'non-chaser' tapped out at 14 loads flooding his ass. When we got back to our room he pushed me down on my back, sucked me to full erection and quickly sat on my hard raw cock. He rode me like a bucking bronco and kept begging for my poz cum. He practically dared me to knock him up all the while fearfully proclaiming his timid assurance that he was immune to HIV. I found his talk and nervous energy so intoxicating that I soon blasted deep inside him. He spontaneously had a hands free orgasm which landed on my face and in my left eye. He collapsed on top of me and wept, huge body wrenching convulsions. My cock soon softened and slipped out of him. Copious amounts of sticky cum drained onto my groin. He didn't say a word on our long drive home. When I left him in his driveway I asked if he was okay. "I'm way better than okay. I'm terrified and I can't wait to have the next stranger flooding my ass. And taking your toxic poz cum leaves me feeling invisible! I know it makes no sense. I have 0% desire to get HIV and I have no intention of using any protection. 100 % bareback sex for this cum dump."3 points
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I was so stunned, I just shut up. My ass was burning as he continued jabbing his cock into my by now tender ass. How the hell had this happened? "Now, are you going to be a good boy?" I didn't really see much choice, so I nodded my head and bit my lip as he assaulted my ass with his thick cock. "Good, because with those straps you're not going anywhere until I say you are. Just relax and try to enjoy it." After a while, my tight virgin ass must have loosened enough to begin to feel some pleasure, more intense with his cock than a finger had been. By this time he'd settled into steady rhythm. Suddenly he stopped with his cock buried to the hilt and I felt him lean over me. "Now, you keep being a good boy and open that mouth for me, fed up of listening to you." Scared of what might happen if I refused, I opened my mouth and felt a rubber ball be shoved between my teeth stretching my jaw. It was fixed in place with a strap behind my head. He then pulled up straight and started fucking me hard, I could feel his low hanging balls slapping against my cheeks as he pounded me. "Just thought, you never did ask about the meaning of my tattoo, did you boy?" What? Why the hell were we talking about tattoos while this sleazy older guy was railing me? "Well..uh...maybe you should have." His breathing was getting a bit ragged. "It, ugh, means I've got HIV, mmm!" After this finally processed through my brain, I tried in vain to buck him off, but he just leaned his weight forward and started jackrabbiting in my ass. "That's it, take my poz load and join the club!" He made one final thrust into my tender asshole and stayed there buried to the hilt as he groaned. I could feel the full weight of his flabby body leaning on me as he caught his breath. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out unceremoniously and slapped my ass again in the same spot, it was just as hard but the pain was nothing compared to my poor asshole. "Oh, by the by, that's what the tattoo is for." He chuckled. I heard the door open, I squirmed and moaned through the ball gag, thinking he was forgetting to at least untie me. "I told you, you're not going anywhere until I say so. I'll just leave you there with that sweet arse pointed towards the front door. Don't worry, it tends to get busier about now, so you'll have company soon."3 points
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This one is based on an older story, but is told from the point of view of the party guest instead of the host... The Party Guest My name is Jack and several weeks ago I went to a party I found out about on A4A. It was a bareback party for negs only. I'm a 35 year old chubby closeted bi married guy from the midwest and relatively new to man sex although I love to pay around when my wife and son are out of town. Being married I had always used condoms but I was interested in trying bareback and this being a Neg Only party seemed safe enough, so I asked for an invitation. The organizer of the party replied back that he would love for me to come and that he would adminster and HIV test to everyone who was invited to make sure that no POZ guys tried to sneak in and ruin the fun. That sounded great to me because I'm not on PrEP and didn't want to get pozzed. When I got there, a total of 8 other guys besides me showed up and the organizer gave each of us a swap telling us that if it came up neg that we were in. I was surprised that two of the other guys turned up poz and the organizer told them he was sorry but they could not take part. One of them took it in stride and the other was kinda upset but eventually he left without incident. That was too bad because he was hot, mid 30s I'd guess and a gym body with a big dick that I would have loved to play with. That left eight people playing including the host. The other guys were a Latino guy, I think he said his name was Pedro, a white couple, Mike and Steven and a very young black twink who looked so young the host insisted on checking his ID to make sure he wasn't underage. I forget his name, but surprisingly he was 22. Next there was Mark, a very hunky Asian guy with a surprisingly massive 9.5 inch dick. Last of all there was Bobby, who was another younger guy who was very flamboyantly queen-like. After the host had made all the introductions and completed all the tests proving the guests were all negative he pulled out beer, poppers and lube then turned on the music. I was in the mood to do some topping and Jordan had already been grabbed by Mark so I chatted Bobby up and soon we were holed up in a corner of the house making out on the floor. When I started fingering his hole he moaned almost like he was purring. I generously lubed up my dick and sunk it right into his hole. Obviously he was used to taking a lot of cock and probably some way bigger than mine because he took it easy. I plowed him for a while before shooting my load deep in his ass. After that he started sucking me without even cleaning up my cock, quickly bringing me back to hardness again. Then he sat right down on my cock and started riding me. Having cum once already it took me a long time. Occasionally as he was riding me I'd look around and see what was happening. The host was making his way around with hot three way action with Mark and Jordan and the couple. After that Mark came over and put his big dick in my face. He must have washed it off because it didn't even taste of lube. As soon as he was hard again he shoved me down and unceremoniously rammed my ass with no lube at all, making me moan out. Mark growled in my ear that he was using me like the host had just used him. He pounded me with a fury and then paused and I could feel his load being pumped in me. He didn't even rest long or get soft before I felt him start to move again and build up speed and soon his balls were slapping my taint again his hips bouncing off my corn fed ass. This time it took longer and again I felt his cum being pumped deep inside. By now my ass was really torn up and sore. But I was thoroughly satisfied, and definitely hooked on bareback, both giving and receiving. Eventually the party wrapped up and all the other guests but me left. The host approached me and asked if I was OK. I told him that this party was one of the best times I'd ever had and that I'd been plowed by Mark twice and that my ass was all beat up and I was tired. He offered that if I wanted I could stay the night. I quickly agreed and gathered up my clothing from where I had put it and then followed him up the stairs. As we were walking I kept looking at the packet of swabs he had on the table by the door. That got me start to thinking. When we walked into his bedroom I dropped my clothes on the floor near his bed and put my wallet, watch and cell phone on the night table then climbed into the bed and laid down on my stomach. I turned my head to him and looked up ready to ask him a question. As I did this he rolled onto my back and started making out with me occupying my mouth so I couldn't speak. Soon I could feel him fingering my hole and I told him "Stop, my ass really hurts" but he shushed me up and told me he would go easy. He began to rim my abused ass, and his tongue felt soothing on my fucked up hole causing my ass to rise up in the air on its own. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked one last time before the night was done and all I could do was moan. Soon I felt his fully hard dick start to enter my hot, torn up hole. Finally coming to my senses, I finally managed to ask him "I've been thinking. When we all showed up you made us all take an HIV test". "Yeah" he said, "to make sure you were all neg". I replied "Yeah, I got that. You showed us each of our swabs, but I don't remember seeing your results". Before he could answer my phone rang and he reached over and handed it to me. As I unlocked it, he asked me who it was. "My Wife" I told him. He said I better answer it, that he wouldn't make a sound, although he never stopped slowly fucking me. I picked up and he continued to fuck me as I was talking to her, making it hard to concentrate. She told me she had come home early and as she said that he whispered in my ear "No you didn't see my results because mine would have turned up POZ." I felt suddenly flushed but he had me pinned under him. I couldn't scream and I couldn't move. He told me what I already knew, that my ass was really fucked up and if he busted in me I would most likely be pozzed. As my wife chatted away he quietly gave me a choice: "Tell your wife that you miss her and you will see her soon I will pull out without busting, but if you tell here you love her and you'll be home in an hour or two, I will bust my nut in your wrecked hole." I signed off the conversation with my wife saying "Love you, honey, I'll be home in an hour or two." With that he whispered "Welcome to the brotherhood". It felt like the biggest load ever as busted his nut into my hole. After he finished he told me "Go home and fuck your wife before your cum turns to poison". I was still in a state of shock as I put my clothes back on and went home. I pounced my wife so often the first few days after the party that she was wondering what was up. Now I'm waiting to see what happens, if I get the fuck flu, and wondering if I should go get tested or just let things go as they well. I'm not sure what to say or if I will tell her anything. I was on A4A today and I saw that the host of the party has posted another "Neg Only" bareback party. Maybe I will show up and get my test there. I'm not sure he will let me attend now that I know he is POZ, but I wouldn't tell anyone. And I don't know why, and I know it must sound crazy, but I'm actually kind of turned on by the thought of taking the risk again if I'm not POZ already. 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Thank you, BootmanLA, for the comprehensive reply. When ShotsFired mentions 'Americans waking up ...', I do think he's got a point. Civics isn't taught in public schools anymore, and the resulting ignorance has been showing for some years now. But, the American voting population managed to wake up in time to take the requisite action. This time. But it's not just abortion rights: it's a comprehensive effort to destroy Democracy - i.e. the idea that active participation in Government is required of the citizens. Now that Orange Jesus has thrown his Cheeto-colored pompadour into the ring again (reasons are debatable, of course), we're in for another tiresome shitstorm sucking up the energy of everyone.2 points
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Chapter 14: Impregnating Me Both my partner and I were overjoyed the day had finally arrived. We both woke up hard, but refrained from even having oral sex. He said he wanted to make me a Romantic breakfast, but he wanted to minimize my cleaning out time as he didnt want any distractions that night. He did however pop a bottle of champagne though. He popped a second bottle and then gave me a champagne enema. After the bottle was empty, we went to the shower and he laid on the floor, telling me to release the champaign from my ass on him. I have to admit, the champaign was a great cleansing agent. I guess the bubbles really added to the cleansing. Now neither of us were into scat, but even though I was a tad dirty, he took it like a trooper. After that, he gave me his piss. Maybe it was just me, but his piss tasted different. Was it the champagne, or a taste of HIV? We showered eagerly awaiting 7pm when we would be at the doctors home. He surprised me with a gift box, which contained a beautiful leather studded jock, with a butt plug attached to it. He said he wanted me to wear it tonight, and that the doctor told him the house was ours for the entire weekend and that he would be plugging my ass between the multiple breedings. I told him I also had a present for him, but he'd have to wait. He said no worries, and in addition to his gift of HIV, he had another gift that he would give me tonight. We arrived at the doctor's home 30 minutes early and the doctor said we were late! He continued by saying he figured we'd be there at 6! Before he led us to the bedroom, he proposed a toast. He told us how happy he was for the both of us, and how excited he was for us! He didn't need to tell us, as we saw his hard cock through his pants! He asked if we were ok with him filming us, and we both said fuck yes. With that he led us to the bedroom. His home was amazing, set on a lake with the entire back wall of the bedroom a sliding glass door! The room was softly lit by candles, and he had thrown rose petals on the white satin sheets! He said he hoped that wasn't too much, but he was a romantic guy, and that his partner did the same for him! With that, my conversion and filming began! My partner started by kissing me deeply and saying that he was truly waiting for this moment. He then retrieved a box and got down on a knee. He opened the box which had two metal cockrings in it. He said that he truly loved me, and they did not represent a commitment to marriage, but something he wanted. He explained that by putting them on, it simply meant we were open to that possibility. We both slipped them on, and like the doctors tears flowed from my eyes! I told him I also had a gift for him, and presented him with a box that contained a hard bristle toothbrush in it. I explained that the Dr suggested I help prepare my hole for his virus, and to show my commitment i would start by self brushing myself. With that I positioned myself on the bed on my back. I usually like to start doggy, but this time, I wanted to see his face the entire time. I started to brush my hole quite aggressively until it was not just pink, but bright red! His fuck was slow and deliberate. When he was close to cumming, he would stop thrusting and kiss me deeply. This went on for almost an hour, even the doctor proclaimed that he hadn't planned on a full length video, and had to cum,but didn't want to mess up the video. With that my partner became more aggressive, yet still romantic. He blew a massive load in me, and immediately said I was his forever now. He immediately plugged my ass, trapping his virus in my bloody hole. Rather than use the butt plug, my partner kept his still rock hard cock in me as a plug to help let his demon seed soak into my bloody hole. The doctor couldn't control himself, and jacked his cock on my face, simply saying congratulations. I was in pure bliss knowing, at least in my mind, that my partner and I would be one after tonight. I begged him to breed me again. He pulled his still hard cock out of me, and put on a cruel condom. He told me that it would likely hurt, but would tear up my insides more than the brush did. He added that it would also be uncomfortable to him as could cause his cock to bleed also, but that would be an advantage as not only would his toxic cum be in me, so would his toxic blood. After my partner dumped his second load in me, I began to cry. He asked if the cruel condom hurt too much. I told him that it hurt, but the tears were tears of joy, not pain. My partner then began to cry, telling me that he was proud of my amazing journey as a pig. He reminded me that it was only a little over a year since I had my first M2M experience with not only my best friend, but his dad also. He marveled at how I joined the fuckternity and took any and all cocks in addition to our frequent sex. He admitted that he was afraid I would say no to him pozzing me, but when i agreed it was the happiest day of his life. He then pulled his cock out of me, and placed the plug on my jock up my hole. We just rolled over on our backs, embracing each other. Next Chapter: The Doctors Gift2 points
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This morning I had my first hookup with a married couple down in Wilton Manors. One being a Hispanic muscle top and the other was versatile, slim fit black guy. Both guys in their 40s. Anyway i had been wanting to take multiple loads but haven’t really had much luck on Grindr. I think I tend to be to picky sometimes. It was definitely worth the wait though, the muscle top fucked my ass first, hard and rough. I was on down on the bed, ass up, in my jock strap. He destroyed my ass and then exploded in me , as soon as he was finished his husband went right in and he was fucking me with my ass full of cum. It was amazing 🤩, I also normally don’t use poppers because I tend to get headaches but I was using them today to and it made the experience even better. It felt great feeling all that cum dripping out as I was getting fucked the second time, he then shot his load and by the time it was all over my hole was sloppy. It was definitely a great day, hopefully I can start something regular with them and maybe even so some amateur porn.2 points
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Part 16 - Beginnings After my re-imprinting, a few weeks passed and Jeff was the beaming, happy owner of a pozzed up little jock and I did everything he asked of me. As a reward, when my PA fully healed, Jeff caged me. I have to confess, the black cage looked hot against my pale skin and I can’t tell you how good it made me feel to be caged again. Many of you will not be into it, and I get that, but for me, the moment it went back on I felt more of myself than I had in the weeks without it - a faster, stronger, more focussed version of myself. I ramped up my submissiveness to Jeff threefold and that made him and his close friends very happy, and very satisfied…if frequently drained. I take a regiment of pills every morning, and apart from that and my new body jewellery, my life appears normal except…well…it isn’t. Jeff is a fair and dominant master and lover, and I truly love him. He whores me out on a strict rota, sometimes just as a companion, but most of the time for sex and I take every load he asks me too - I have never refused even one. I make him very proud. At night I curl up next to his massive frame utterly content. I attend quite a few sex parties as his caged sub - and have met a lot of the club members, we’ve even met a chapter in New York who chem’d and fucked me over the long Pride weekend this year. I’ve got a bit of a reputation now - my stamina and hunger is second to none, and Jeff keeps my ass in fantastic condition. Professionally, I’ve made a pretty good career as a semi-professional runner and PT. There are pictures of me in my half-pipe, caged and pierced on a podium accepting a silver medal at a pro-circuit race that Jeff thought would be fun to leave in the public domain - a sort of invitation to anyone who could find them. I have to admit, despite a lot of stares that day, it is hot to see the fabric obscenely stretched over the jewellery that marks me as a submissive gay boy. Jeff knew I’d be into that. Good luck locating ‘em! 😈 A few weeks after those photo were taken, Jeff whored me out to the coach from the team I beat that day. He was as shocked as me when I met him in his office and we realised who we were - it took only minutes though for me to disrobe, bend over his desk and take a pounding from his long cock, rigid cock. I often see him at meets - none of his squad have beaten me yet - but he’s fucked me numerous times (once in their team’s kit too). I know a lot of you will want to know about Zeke - but I still find it a little hard to talk about. In the interests of telling the whole truth, however, I’ll finish his story too - Zeke never converted. It devastated John and Kem - the club insisted they had to let him go and, for a while I think, it blew their relationship apart. I didn’t see them for months, no one did, and what I heard wasn’t good. I remember running into a club member who asked me if I regretted re-imprinting given John and Kem had found me but Jeff interceded and I swear he would have punched the guy if I hadn’t stopped him. Honestly, though, even if I had to answer the question, I didn’t regret it - maybe that’s the power of imprinting. Even though I know I’d gone through a re-imprinting process, the outcome was final. I loved Jeff and I was truly his - when I think back to the night I was set free it wasn’t because it was a temporary response to chems or sexual bliss, it was a soul-bond to Jeff. He pozzed me, he corrupted me - he freed me. It wasn’t up for debate - it was a physical reality burned into my memory. The same night he nearly punched that club member, Jeff brutalised my hole - sat upright, bouncing on the cock that made me, he declared his love for me as he filled me with a third cumload. I was happy. About a year after Zeke left, John and Kem started coming to parties again - they looked a little sunken but otherwise healthy. I remember one event they both managed to manoeuvre me away from the throng of men to double fuck me in a walk-in closet - John laying underneath me and Kem on top - our sexual union framed by a wide, floor-length mirror. John never took his eyes off me, and Kem never opened his. Both enjoying the pleasure in their own unique way - it was surreal. When they came inside me, punishing my hole with a dual spray of cum, I heard John whisper something indiscernible over the force of his orgasm - I promise, to this day, I did not hear what he said. When he pulled me in for a deep kiss, he didn’t repeat it and I didn’t see them again the entire night - Jeff told me they only fucked me and something about “who could blame them?” Last week John and Kem got in touch with the club members to say they’d got a new prospect - the photos were very cute- a 36year old construction worker with a gorgeous body and farmer’s tan. His name was Rob and he sort of knew what he was getting into - was keen to try T and get fucked up. John and Kem were hoping to secure him and had even set a date for an ‘induction’ party. John texted me directly - something he hadn’t done since, well, my re-imprinting - to ask if I’d be their drug boy for the night, but Jeff said ‘no’ - that it’d be too painful for them and they needed to focus on their new prospect. “They need a fresh start pup” he commented when he read the text. “You can give them that” When I think about it, I wondered if maybe John and Kem had imprinted and saw, for the first time, the struggle I might’ve gone through if Jeff hadn’t taken the time to formalise my handover. Anyway, that’s you up-to-date. Jeff is snoring next to me as I finish this - it feels weird writing it all down after, but I’m glad - it’s been a dark, but positive adventure. There’s a tent in the sheets where Jeff’s morning wood waits for attention. As my free hand slips under the covers to feel the familiar heat of his vast muscles, I wrap my free hand around his throbbing meat - he lets out a sleepy moan “with your hole pup”. Phone down, back to work ❤️2 points
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I sucked his sock till it got really hard, with his PA banging my tonsils. He pulled me up and pulled down my scrubs to see my pink lace thong. "Damn look at you, you dress like a sexy slut huh", he said eyeing me up. "Yes i like to dress like a slut. I know that makes tops like you hard and i want you hard.", i said teasingly He reached out and pulled my panties down to reveal my pink cock cage. "Yeah i thought i felt a cage. Damn your piss hole plugged too?", he said "Yes my Daddy wants me locked up and i am not allowed to cum, only take cum", i replied With that he grabbed my cock caged and played with rotating it and grabbing my balls. I let out a moan and arched my back wanting more. "Ohhh sluts horny isnt he. You havent cum in a long time", he said and then twirled me around and bent me over. "Ohh whats this", he said as he pulled at the butt plug. "My Daddy wants to me to keep all the loads in me so they soak into my pussy", i said pushing back. With that he pulled it out and put it at my mouth. I sucked on it tasting all that dirty cum and my cunt juice. "You filthy whore you are going to get one more load", he said He put the head of his cock and pushed in. I grunted in discomfort as the PA was big and pushing in my insides. Slowly he sunk in till i felt his balls at my ass. They he started to fuck me good and my grunts turned into moans. I pushed back as he rammed into me. "Ohhh god damn. Your pussy is so tight ohhhh. It feels so good", he said fucking me hard. I started to squeeze his cock massaging it as he rammed into me rotating his hips and punishing my prostate. "Ohh bitch....your cunt is so hot. Squeeze it", he moaned. I worked his cock over good with my cunt for two reasons. One is i wanted to give him a good fuck and second i knew i needed him to nut quick as the break was almost over. He fucked me good bent over like that for a good 5 minutes. Even though i had closed the door i was worried they could still hear us fucking in the office. I heard someone come back in the class and sit down moving a chair. He kept fucking me and then whispered in my ear he was going to cum in me with his poz cum. I squeezed his cock hard and felt his expand and shoot his load in me. "Ohhhh i am cumming in your cunt, you whore", he moaned in my ear ramming into me and using his hand to play with my cock in the cage. Precum was oozing out of the small plug whole. He put his fingers in my mouth and i licked them clean. He slowed down his ramming and pulled out. I quickly turned around and got on my knees and sucked his still hard cock clean. He pulled me up and kissed me deep. "Fuck your pussy is incredible." he said i amazement "So is your cock. I hope we can do this again", i said smiling. We pulled up our pants, fixed up and opened the door. Aaron was standing there near the door with a smile on his face. I smiled back and walked towards my desk. The other students just started coming in. Aaron pulled at my arm and whispered quietly, "You have a wet spot on your behind". I put my hand on my butt and felt a wet spot. Crap in the rush i forgot to put the butt plug back in and his cum was leaking out of me. I went back to the office and put the plug back in my ass. I grabbed some tissue and tried to dry off the wet spot. I went back to my desk and sat down. When i sat i felt the plug push further in and rub my prostate and let out a soft moan. Aaron looked at me and smiled. Damn i am such a slut.2 points
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I have had these things happen to me many many times. Men are primal. They want what they want now. In Bath houses they want to fuck as many holes as possible. I find that if they don’t breed you while they are in you, it is not likely that they will return to finish later. I have better luck in video/book stores for that. I now also avoid going to a man’s house for hook up. 1st it’s easier for a bottom to be on home ground. So to speak. Second if a top flakes you are already at home and can start to look for the next guy.2 points
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Part 3: Second Meeting With Jelous Daddy After a few messages to set things up, we agreed to meet at the same time and place on Monday. The weekend drug on for what seemed like forever and each night I thought about the cock he had relentlessly shoved down my throat. Eventually, Monday arrived and I went to the same spot we had met the previous week. I also brought the little black bottle I had been at the hotel on Friday. He arrived and I immediately assumed the position on his trucks bench seat to suck his big cock during the ride. Like the last time, I was turned on knowing that we could easily be seen by other drivers. I had been practicing controlling my gag reflexes in anticipation of another possible face fuck. As a result, I was taking him much deeper in my mouth this time, even managing not gag when we hit bumps with the cock in my throat. This time he parked his truck in the garage. When we got back to his place I expected to get right to business. But, much like our first meeting, we went to kitchen first where he offered me a drink. "I don't supose you'd like something stronger this time?" he asked. "I think I can handle that" I replied, "in fact it might might make things a little easier." He turned around and quickly mixed up a drink for me. As he handed me the highball glass he said "Straight whiskey or bourbon is a bit of an acquired taste and I'm guessing from your age you're not an experienced drinker." I agreed and he said "I made you a whiskey sour. Its a bit sweeter but there are still about 2 shots worth of whiskey in it." I took a sip and decided I really liked it. We stood there making small talk for a bit. I hadn't come to talk but I liked it when guys made the first move. I drank quickly to try to hurry things along and had finished in about 10 minutes. At the time I was 6ft tall, 130lbs, had no alcohol tolerance, and was drinking on an empty stomach. As a result, I was already feeling a bit light headed and dizzy. I think he sensed I was already buzzed and didn't want me to over do it before we could have our fun. He gave me a can of coke and brought me to the living room to sit down. Our conversation quickly turned to sex. He started to ask me questions like how old I was the first time I had sex and how many people I had fucked. I think I surprised him with how low the first number was and how high the second number was (fucking total strangers from the internet builds up your body count pretty fast). He asked me to stand up and when I did I almost fell back down from the head rush. He guided me to center of the room and began to undress me. Soon I was standing naked in the center of room. The living room was quite large and stepped back to take a look at me. He was still fully clothed and I felt very exposed as he started walking around me checking out my naked body. He told me to get on my knees as he continued to walk circles around me. Obediently, I dropped to the floor. He was behind me checking me out for a while but soon gave his next command, "Bend over and let me see your ass." Again, I quickly complied. He walked around me one final time before coming to a stop behind me. He was still fully dressed as he knelt down behind me. He put his hands on my butt cheeks and gave them a squeeze then started running his hands up the center of my back, exploring the rest of my naked body. After reaching my shoulder blades his hands started to work their way back down the sides. He pause briefly when he got to my hips, and again when he got to to my butt, and again when he got to my thighs. He took his hands off me for a moment and gave my ass a smack before grabbing both cheeks and pulling them apart to expose to little pink hole. Over the weekend my ass got a much needed break. I knew from checking the prior night, while I wad getting to ready to meet, that my body was smooth and my hole was the size and shape of a button. He admired it for a moment before withdrawing a bottle of lube from his pocket. He put some on his index finger and began to gently rub my hole. He ran his finger up and down several times. Applying just enough pressure to barely penetrate each time his fingertip slipped over the opening. He positioned himself behind behind me and undid his pants. I could feel his cock was already fully erect as started to rub the head up and down my ass. Like with his finger, he applied a steady pressure and pushed in slightly on each up and stroke. The excitement was killing me as he teased my ass with cock. He was thicker than I was used to and after taking the weekend off my ass was extra tight. It stung a bit when he put his hand on my lower back and started to push his cock in. The feeling of his girth slowly moving into me and my ass expanding to take it was pure bliss. I reached into the pile of my discarded cloths in pulled out the black bottle. The room was already spinning from the alcohol. The sting of taking the thick cock melted away as soon as took a deep hit from the bottle. Immediately after exhaling, the dizziness and pleasure overtook me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentle thrusting of his cock. He continued fuck me, building up his pace and gradually working deeper as my ass adjusted to accept his girth. I could feel he was building towards cumming. But at the same time, I was feeling something building in me. Something I hadn't felt before. I suddenly felt like I had to go the bathroom but I was sure that wasn't really the case. A moment later I pulled away away, legs shaking and spasming. He pulled me back on to his dick and said "Dont pull away from it boy, just let it happen." He started to fuck me harder and I took another hit from the bottle. My vision was blurry and everything seemed to fade away, until just the pleasure of being fucked remained. The feeling I had before quickly returned and continued to build. I realized I was moaning loudly, I wasn't naturally very vocal durring sex. My legs were shaking and I reached out and grabbed my my shirt from the cloths pile, I just needed something to hold onto. The feeling built more and more until I felt like I couldn't take it and tried to pull away. But he kept his hands on my hips and held me in place maintaining the same steady rhythm. I convulsed, twitched, and spasmed, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Then it happened. I started to scream as my cock twitched. The most intense waves of ecstasy shot through my body. As soon as the first wave had passed the second began. My cock twitched again as I tried to to collapse onto the floor. But daddy held me by the hips to keep me from falling. He continued to maintain his rhythm as my cock twitched again and a third wave overtook me. As the final fourth wave hit, my cock twitched again and I felt as if I might pass out. Daddy continued to fuck me as the intense orgasmic waves subsided. As I started to come to come back to my senses I realized that I had shot a large load of cum onto the floor between my legs. This was the first time I had ever cum hands free. Still fucking me, daddy pulled me back about two feet so that the puddle was directly under my face. I took another hit from my bottleas he started to pick up pace. "Clean up your mess boy he said." I put my lips to the floor and started to slurp up the cum. As I continued to suck and lick at the pile, daddy cried out that he was cumming. A few deep thrusts later, just as I had finished licking the floor clean, I felt the first spurt of cum. He cried out slightly and a gave a few more pumps adding more cum to my ass with each trust. He held position for a moment to catch his breath before pulling his cock out. He admired my hole again for a moment. Im sure my hole no longer looked like a little pink button. In fact I knew exacly what it looked like. There were other times Id taken at it a look after being freshly fucked. I knew the opening was now slightly gapped, that the pink ring was now purplish and was puffy and slightly swollen. I also knew it was glistening from the mixture of cum and lube that was slowly starting to leak out. The daddy put his hand on my my lower back and pushed my ass lower. "Push it out for me boy." I pushed and felt a squirter of cum drip out. I relaxed for a moment then pushed again expelling more cum. I repeated until nothing else came out. Daddy then put two fingers in and scooped a little more cum onto the floor. He put his fingers in front of my face and I instctivly silucked the cum off it. Daddy got to his feet and and moved in front of me so I could lick his cock clean as well. I sucked and licked until all the cum was gone. Daddy buttoned his pants and said "now clean up your mess boy." I slid back and started to suck and lick at the cum puddle I had just pushed out of my ass. After I finished cleaning it up he told me stay naked. I waited a moment while he walked to the kitchen area and mixed me another drink. "I only made half this time since you have to go soon, you should be able to finish in 2 or 3 gulps." I downed the drink, still feeling light headed. Daddy picked up my cloths pile from the floor and instructed me to follow. He led me to the garage where he tossed my cloths on the passenge side floor board before climbing into the driver seat. I climbed in and assumed my position as he pulled out and began driving me back. Being naked and exposed while feasting on cock turned me on so much I thought I might cum again. If anyone had seen us in traffic, they would have seen everything. Me gorging myself on cock. My freshly fucked ass in the air. Daddy's cum still dripping from my hole. About 2 minutes from the meeting place I started to getting dressed. As he left I was hopeful he'd want to see me again. He was the only guy who had ever made me cum from just anal. After my mom picked me up and drove me home I checked my computer. Daddy had sent me a message. It simply said to be at the same spot next Monday. I was disappointed I'd have to wait a while before getting a chance to take his cock again. But I had to make do. I started messaging other guys and making arrangements for the rest of the week. To be continued...2 points
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A week later hubby was at his office and I was working from home. I didn't have any meetings so was comfortably working in the buff. It was time to stretch and the garbage needed taking out so I pulled on very short skimpy work out shorts (the kind that have slits up the entire side) and a mesh see through wife beater. I use stand up tanning booths regularly and love showing off my out of season colour. Natalie was coming out their door as I was coming back upthestairs. "Hi neighbour." she smiled . Her man was now in the open door and called her back. As she approached him she said, "What's up. I'm just running to the corner store Will." "I don't care. " he responded. "I just need to plant a kiss on my sexy woman. " They kissed passionately and she dashed past me on the stairs. "Come in, I need to show you something. ", Will said. I no sooner passed through the door and he pinned me to the wall with a kiss that made the one he just had with Natalie seem chast. Only then did I notice he was only wearing tighty whities and an open jean shirt. This showed off his sumptuous olive skin, tuft of black hair in the middle of his chest and treasure trove leading toward his already hard groin. Before I could think he turned me, pulled down my shorts and his raw cock was pushing at my hole. "I wondered if you were bi." I said. "Yeah, just let a few of my college soccer buddies suck me off a few years back. But I've shoot off three loads this week just thinking of breeding your poz ass." "We should use a condom. " "No fuckin way slut, you're getting my load. I've never bred a man before." He dryly pushed into me with his 6 inch medium thick hard on. It hurt like hell and he just started to piston me . My ass juices barely started to flow when he pushed in deep and bit my neck hard as he painted my guts with his hot Latino cum. We had just rearrange our clothes as Natalie came through the door. "Sit down guys. Let's have a drink." When she returned to serve us I turned to hide my neck just in case Will had left a mark. She was her curious direct self. "So passive neighbour, have you gotten fucked lately ?" "Um, ... awe ...well " I stuttered before Will spoke up. "Fuck, I bet he's got a load up his ass right now." I was deeply relieved as my phone range. As I excused myself I backed out of their apartment for fear the ass of my shorts might betray Will and me. In the hall I realized the call was from the sheep farmer's husband. I asked, "Is everything okay?" "It sure is. Did you hear about our time with the Mexican artist?" "Yeah, sounded hot." "It was fuckin awesome. You should see the painting he did. It's so fuckin hard core. He painted us as a threesome sandwich. Hubby fucking me while the artist was pulling out of my hubby's ass. He used artistic license with this part cause he used a condom but the painting shows his raw cock and hubby's ass dripping cum. So fuckin hot. " I didn't betray a thing. "So he wants to do a gay orgy next . You, the two of us, and your hunky friend. He's enthusiastic to join in. " "Wow. You sure man? My doc has prescribed meds but I haven't even bothered to fill it yet." "Yeah, no problem. We both did PEP from our first time with you and we are now on PreP. The artist only tops so he's not worried. " Once again I held my tongue remembering my Brazilian friend breeding the artist's ass with my toxic cum for lube. In two weeks time the five of us were stripping down in the Mexican artist's studio. We were soon a tangle of naked bodies sucking each other's cocks and rimming each other's asses. The sheep farmer was the first to take raw cock up his ass. He laid me on my back and roughly sat on my hard cock. There was hardly any spit even for lube. But he just bounced away as my mostly dry raw cock tore away at his vulnerable gut walls. The sheep farmer's hubby looked on with amazement as my Brazilian friend mounted the Mexican in doggie position. Quickly these two were once again fucking like rabbits. Every few minutes someone would holler "Switch" and new raw cocks would penetrate different asses or mouths. At one point the sheep farmer and his husband had me double penetrated. Their two cocks stretching my hole felt amazing. The sheep farmer was the first to cum, loading my ass as his partners raw cock rubbed against his. It was as if a switch went off in the sheep farmer's head. He was now hell bent on me fucking and breeding him. I resisted for a while, but his begging was such a turn on I eventually was hosing my toxic load into his swollen ass. He insisted on my Brazilian friend doing him next and he had no sooner pulled out after his deposit than the Mexican was coerced into going next. His hubby was last to breed him. Hubby, Mexican and Brazilian all bred me their second loads, but it was the sheep farmer that went home with a big wet spot staining the ass of his jeans. Before the farmer's got into their pickup truck the sheep farmer asked when I was planning to go into the city to play at a bathhouse 'could he come with me?" "I don't see why not" I responded "I'm going next Friday. " "That’s perfect for me." He smiled and they drove off.2 points
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We were out to dinner with new neighbors. A straight couple, or so they said. They certainly were very curious about our gay sex lives. "Is it true you are all promiscuous? That you all fuck each other at every chance?" She asked with a casual none judgment curiosity. My partner didn't hesitate to throw me under the bus though. It was as if he'd be waiting for this chance to try to shame me despite his assertions to me privately that he was OK with my wondering ways. "No not all gays. I've always been the monogamous type. I know lots of guys that have only had sex with three or so men in their entire lives. This guy on the other hand (pointing a menacing finger at me) fits your stereotype to a 't'. " "That’s hot.", said the man, "an open relationship." Their dark skin colour betrayed their Latin heritage as did her 'cut to the chase' question directed at me, " So are you active or passive, or do you just like oral?" I blushed at the bluntness of this enquiry and stumbled, "Um ... awe... um." "He's definitely poly/vers, but there's no question he prefers the passive role. " spat my partner as our server arrived with our pre-dinner drinks. After the server left she took my hand and gently asked; "Is it true you guys are all fucking without protection now?" "Um ... awe ...yeah." I was still undone by her directness. "Fuckin A, so hot. " said the guy. "So do you ask guys about their HIV Status before you let them enter you, how do you call it bareback?" She was as casual and direct as ever. I wasn't comfortable responding directly in front of my partner but he had tried to throw me under the bus so I decided 'what the hell, I'll just answer away. "Like most guys now I only play bareback, and no. I never ask anything, before, during or after. And when a guy fucks me he most often breeds me. I fuckin love that part." "Wow" she exclaimed, "how many men have cum in your ass in the last year?" I looked my partner in the eye and he looked angry, but he saw sadness in my eyes and his face softened. Then he nodded, "Answer her question." "You sure?" I directed at him. "We agreed to open our relationship. I may not love it, but I love you no matter what. Answer the question, I may as well know the truth. " "Um ... awe ... somewhere in the neighborhood of 150 in the last year." "Wow, I knew you were promiscuous but I never drempt.", hubby. "You must be on PreP. " her comforting voice again. "Um ... no." my hesitant response. "Don't you worry about getting HIV?" this time from the guy. "No need to worry about what has already happened." The words were no sooner out of my mouth than my phone vibrated in my pocket. Normally I would just ignore it but I had a deep intuition I needed to take this call. I excused myself and pulled my phone out of my pocket. When I saw the sheep farmer's name I excused myself from the table with an apology. I hadn't heard from him or his partner for over two months and was glad I'd followed my intuition. I asked our tall, slim, fit waiter directions to the bathroom even though they were clearly marked. I liked that two extra buttons of his dress shirt were open showing off his strong hairless chest and the odd glimpse of his dark nipple. His tight black dress pants betrayed an impressive bulge. He pointed the way and winked. I was pacing outside the men's room just getting into my conversation with the sheep farmer when our waiter arrived. He grabbed my arm, forced me into the bathroom and locked the door. I tried not to let on what was happening to me as the sheep farmer began to describe their visit to see the Mexican artist's work. The waiter now had my cock out and growing erect in his warm mouth. He was extremely good and I couldn't repress a satisfied moan. "Nice moan, sounds like you might be involved in more than just this call." "Yeah our waiter is blowing me in the men's room." "Fuckin awesome. Don't stop him, I've got a story for you. The hot Mexican artist showed us his private collection. It included you getting bred by one sexy hunk. Hunk clearly balls deep in your ass, head thrown back in extatic release and your cock blasting cum all over your torso, chest and face. This painting is the most hardcore of all his work. Hubby and I were instantly rubbing our crotches." "Nice! Did he invite you to play so he could paint your sex?" "As a matter of fact he did. We were so hot and bothered by your painting that we stripped down and fucked each other then and there." "Speaking of which, my waiter has spun me around and is eating and tongue fucking my ass as you talk. Fuck yeah man!" "Hot. I love this!" "Fuck he's pushing into me bareback now. Fuck he's big." "Great! The Mexican actually bred me. First he fucked my partner with a condom. I took over fucking hubby raw doggie style and snuck the Mexcan's protection off before he sandwiched and penetrated me. Hubby had already bred me so I was well lubed. His raw average size cock felt amazing pounding me. I especially loved sneaking in a breeding literally behind my hubby's back." The sheep farmer could hear the slapping my ass was taking and the eratic breathing as the waiter whispered "Fuckin slut. " in my ear. "He's about to breed you isn't he?" "Fuck, fuck , fuck. He's got to have ten inches in me. ... Fuuuccckkkk! he's flooding my ass." We wound up our phone conversation with a promis to talk soon as the waiter straightened his clothes, unlocked the door and left. When I got back to our table the guy smiled like the Cheshire cat and said, "Good for you, 151 count now, eh?" My hubby and the woman shared a good hearty laugh.2 points
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Part 9 Breathing heavily from the intense fuck I'd just given Ryan I pressed against his strong sweat-covered back, riding the high of the most enjoyable physical pleasures I'd ever known, reveling in the feel of my cock (still hard!!) inside his muscled chute coated with the warmth of my own cum spewed into him. But besides the physical sensations, I was aware of a different kind of reveling and enjoyment. A feeling, an attitude, bordering on getting turned on more and more by all the raw uninhibited mansex. Cheating on my wife but not just cheating like I know husbands do all the time, but cheating on her with other MEN and quickly feeling the need to have more of it. And more of the smoke - Tina, Drew had called it. It made all the dirty sex and unfaithfulness to my wedding vows somehow more exciting and seductive. And I had to admit I liked those thoughts and feelings! Starting to come down from my cum high I also became aware of another feeling that I was beginning to enjoy. The feel of Kevin's wet cockhead rubbing teasingly across my sweaty pucker, along with the feel of his tongue, lips and teeth nipping at the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. I moaned, louder than I realized until after the fact, recognizing at the same instant that all 3 of us had lost ourselves in our own sex play and forgetting all about Drew temporarily. That thought had just crossed my mind when I heard, “Whoa! What do we have here?!”, Then, “Hey Daddy Justin. Looks like you've been having a fun time!” I lifted my head from Ryan's shoulder and opened my eyes. Standing right next to me was Drew. Still naked, still hard and still making me want him again. And holding a nicely loaded glass pipe and lighter in one hand. Before I could even gather my thoughts to say anything, Drew said, “Here Daddy have some more fuck smoke. I know you've already had some today if you're playing with these two pigs! Haha! And I know you want more. I remember how much you liked it last week at my place,” he said in a low sexy voice. He placed the stem between my lips and started heating the contents and I immediately started drawing in the thick white smoke without hesitation. The smoke and clouds that Drew had introduced me to a week ago I naturally connected in my mind to all the forbidden and “wrong” and exciting things I did with him then and that I had been doing with Ryan and Kevin today. I wanted as much of the smoke as I could get if it meant more of all the hot sex these studs had shown me so far. Keeping his eyes locked on mine as I continued inhaling, Drew spoke to Ryan, whose ass was still filled with my hard cock. “So, cuz, how'd you like getting fucked by my sexy Daddy Justin? Knows how to use an ass pretty good for a beginner doesn't he?” Drew smiled at me as he said the last words and I felt my cock twitch inside Ryan's wet hole. Ryan clamped his ass muscles tight around my cock as Drew put the pipe stem to his lips and lit it for him. After blowing out a huge white cloud Ryan said, “Aw hell yeah cuz! His cock is made for fucking ass! And he dumped a big load of his married cum in my guts! I could feel every shot!” Ryan looked at me and said seductively, “You can fuck me anytime you want to, daddy. And breed me every time.” Drew put the pipe back at my lips and smiled at me as he answered Ryan. “Tell me about it bro! He filled me up with THREE fucking loads last week and I felt all of them. Three hot thick loads of his daddy cheating married party cum!! It was fucking perfect!” Looking at Drew's face I exhaled a thick cloud of the sweet smoke directly at his hard dick and as if I'd done it all my life my mouth followed the path of the cloud and for the first time in a week I had Drew's wet steel-hard dick in my mouth again! I moaned in satisfaction as I tasted his flesh and juices once more. I felt Drew's fingers stroking my hair and the side of my face as he pushed himself deeper towards my throat. “Aw fuck yeah daddy! I fucking love your mouth! Suck my big hard dick daddy. You like sucking your son's cock? The cock that you make so hard for you by letting me know how much you want it?” Caught up in the moment and my mind and cock being led by the Tina, I didn't even give any thought to the subliminal manipulation Drew was working on my mind and life-long ideals of right and wrong and morality. My focus was totally on pleasing the young stud who now had his cock in my throat and who wanted to be my son. I would do whatever I could to please my sexy son. Sliding my mouth off of his spit-covered cock I looked into Drew's eyes. “Fuck yeah son! Daddy loves sucking and tasting my boy's meat and dick juices. I want to make you feel so so good son!” Kevin, who at some point during all this time had finally released his hold on me pulled my face toward his and wordlessly pressed his lips against mine, followed by his tongue and the lungful of the smoke he had obviously just inhaled. I sucked the smoke in hungrily, sucking on his tongue as we ground our hard cocks against each other. Breaking the sloppy kiss, my body and mind and dick at a height of excitement and lust I'd never reached before, I looked at the 3 spun naked masculine men around me and spoke in a voice thick with smoke and raw animal hunger. “Damn guys! You are the hottest sexiest and wildest I couldn't have even imagined! You make me want to do everything we can with each other. I want to make all of you feel as fucking good as you make me feel.” I stopped my gaze on Drew and reaching out to stroke his hard young cock I said, “And I want to please you son any way I can. Daddy wants to make his son feel better than he ever has.” Drew pulled me tight against his toned hard smooth flesh. I felt both of his strong hands grab my muscled butt and knead my asscheeks as he licked my lips. He pulled back from my face just enough to let us look into each other's eyes. His were dark and enticing and seemed to be filled with a burning need. “I know what would really make me feel better than anything else Daddy.” Playing with his hard nips I answered, “What son? Daddy wants you to have it.” I felt Drew's hands tighten their grip on my butt. “I want to fuck you Daddy. I want to be the one to take your virginity. I want you to feel the hard cock that you and mom made pushing inside your cherry married ass and hear you beg for your own son's cum. Will you do that for me Daddy? Please?!!” My cock throbbed almost to the point of hurting when he said this. Oh fuck! I said to myself. (to be continued)2 points
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Part 8 “C'mon!” Ryan had said. “Let's go find Drew”, and had headed on up the path moving deeper into the park and the trees. “You know where he is?” I'd asked, my heart beating more rapidly and my hard cock throbbing with each pulse. “I have a pretty good idea!”, Ryan laughed and kept going. After what was probably close to ten minutes Kevin and I followed a slight curve in the path and spotted Ryan a few feet ahead of us grinning big and slowly stroking his cock. He put a finger to his lips letting us know to be quiet then waved for us to hurry and join him. As we reached the spot where Ryan was standing I saw that the path forked to the left and the right. Ryan was looking to the left and Kevin and I both did too. I don't know what I was expecting to see but it wasn't what I now saw. Instinctively I opened my mouth but before any sound came out Kevin, standing just behind me, placed a big hand over my mouth, pressed his bare chest against my back and whispered for me to be quiet. Acknowledging his command I nodded and we all three watched the scene a few feet away from us. Just off the path itself was a small open area with a picnic table situated just under a tall huge tree. Laying naked on his back on the table was Drew, his feet flat on the edge of the table and his knees bent. The three of us were standing so that we were to Drew's left and I could see his tight toned body clearly and once again was filled with a hunger for him. Straddling Drew's waist was a well-built dark-skinned man who was raising himself up and down rhythmically on what was plainly Drew's hard bare cock, taking it again and again balls deep into his asshole. The natural acoustics of the outdoors made it easy to hear the constant slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh with each penetration. Their words also came across the space clearly to our ears. The man was panting and moaning and I heard him say, “Oh damn boy! Your cock. It's so big and so hard. It feels so good in my hole!” Drew was running his hands sensually up and down the man's sides as he responded. “Yeah, daddy. You like having your son's raw cock fucking you don't you? Do you want your son to cum in you daddy? Do you want me to fill you up with our family dna?” I moaned hearing Drew's words. It sounded so dirty and wrong and at the same time made me stroke my cock faster. I felt Kevin lean harder against my back, his turgid cock rubbing my asscheeks, as he whispered in my ear. “Fucking hot, huh, man?” I nodded and kept watching the hot scene before us. “Yes!” the man riding Drew exclaimed. “Please son. Please cum in your daddy's hole and breed me like I need you to!” I watched Drew grab the man's hips and thrust his body upward as he yelled out, “Cumming daddy! Fucking cumming in your ass! Whitewashing your guts with your own son's cum! Take it! Take itttttttttt!!!” With that the man shot his thick load all over Drew's chest and abs as Drew emptied his balls into the guy's stuffed ass. It was all I could do to stay quiet, especially when Ryan who was standing in front of me pushed back against me causing my aching leaking cock to press against the crack of his naked jock ass. At the same time I felt Kevin pressing harder against me from behind and was aware of his wet cockhead smearing his precum on my own ass. “Damn!”, I thought to myself. “How can they expect me to be quiet when they're doing this to me?!” As we watched Drew and the man making out, Drew's cock still inside him, I felt Ryan reach back, grab my dick and press his asslips back onto my dripping cock. Kevin, somehow anticipating that I was about to groan loudly and make our presence known, clamped his hand once again over my mouth as I felt my cock sliding deep inside only the second ass I had ever been in. I moaned silently against Kevin's palm as I felt Ryan's asscheeks make contact with my thick bush. His hole was so wet and warm and wrapped snugly around my shaft like it was made for my cock. A shudder ran through my body and I instinctively ground my hips forward into Ryan's jock hole. He turned his head back over his shoulder and looking me in the eyes said, “Fuck me Daddy! Fuck your son until you fill me up with your cum. Your hot married cum. Mom will never know!” Hearing that, all rational thought and control were gone and I pulled back and thrust forward over and over wanting to bury my cum inside him. Nothing else seemed to matter. As I would pull out my ass moved back and I felt Kevin's throbbing cock in the crack between my asscheeks. It felt so good. Then Kevin started whispering into my ear, “Yeah Justin fuck his hot young ass. Bury your raw married daddy dick inside your son's slutty hole. He wants it. You want it. Breed your boy stud!” I grabbed Ryan's hips tightly and began pounding harder into him, aware only of his tight ass on my cock and the feel of Kevin's wet cockhead rubbing against my own hole. Both sensations had me horned like never before and I could feel my climax approaching. I was about to breed my boy's ass I heard myself say in my head. And I wanted to. I wanted to coat his guts with his own daddy's cum!! Kevin pressed his naked sweaty chest against my back and ran his tongue inside my ear. “He loves getting dicked Justin. Just like Drew does. Just like I do. You'll love it too once you get fucked the first time. Don't you wanna know how good it feels man? I'd give you mine right now if you want it. Just tell me baby.” His dirty sleazy talk put me over the edge and I felt my nuts tightening up and my cum blasting deep into the young man's hole my dick was stuffing. (more to come??)2 points
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For you, LeatherScorpionFF... Next time, i hope that you'll be the one puffing up my cunt lips!!2 points
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Sorry for the delay! I looked up at the guy from where I sat at the edge of bed, my eyes travelled up past his slightly sagging belly, over his tattoo and into his face. He gave me wicked looking grin as I met his eyes. "Why don't you let me show you something. Why don't you turn round and kneel on that bed, I'll make you feel something you've never felt." "Uhm, if we have sex...we should use condoms, have you got any?" I said. "Sure I could get one, but that isn't what I had in mind. I hesitantly turned around and knelt on all fours. I was torn, this seemed off, but at the same time I was so fucking turned on by this guy who was older than my father. "That's it" he said. I felt his hand, it felt warm but slightly rough as it traced up my inner thigh. I shivered as his hand grazed my tight balls and firmly grasped my cock. I couldn't help but gasp as he slowly began to pump his fist up and down. I'd never had a guy do anything like this to me before! "Now, lets see boy, you ever had that tight ass played with before?" "Uh..uh...no..." I felt a cold slimey feeling on my puckered asshole, then flinched slightly as I felt one of his callused fingertips press gently against it. But his slowly pumping fist on my cock kept me in place. After 5 minutes I was head down, ass up on the rubber mattress, moaning like I don't think I ever had. "Well, I think he likes it", I'd almost half-forgotten the guy behind me, I'd been so focussed on the waves of pleasure coming from my asshole. "Well boy, was that a first?", I nodded with my head still pressed into the mattress. "Well, how about a little bondage? You ever tried being tied up? Most bottom's like you love it." Was that what I was? I'd heard of bottoms before, had never thought of it as a label for me, but despite this thought, all I could do was nod my head, hoping to increase the pleasure coming from the finger in my ass and the hand round my cock. "You'll love it." I could almost hear the grin "Just put your hands up there, no, bit further." I reached my hands up, when he grabbed my wrists and wrapped them in what felt like leather, tight. I moaned as I felt the finger leave my ass, unconsciously thrusting my hips backwards. In it's place, I saw a small brown bottle put in front of me under my nose. "Take a deep sniff, you might need it." I was a bit confused, but was so turned on I did it without thinking. I took a deep breath and held it, as I exhaled I felt my head start to spin. Just as I peaked, I again felt the finger slide into my asshole and moaned as the pleasure was so much more. He grabbed my hips with one hand to steady me and I rocked back slightly further onto his finger. I then felt his other hand spank my ass hard, the sudden sting shocking me but also blending with the pleasure from my...wait.... "Is...fuck, is that your finger in me?" I stammered. "Nope." He said. Holy shit, was this saggy older guy fucking me? "I..what..do you...fuck..have a condom on?" The whole time I spoke I could feel his cock slide even further into my asshole. This was going way too fast for me to keep up, but at the same time the feeling of fullness as I felt his wiry pubes graze my ass was like nothing I'd ever felt. I was again shocked by a sudden flash of pain from my backside as he simultaneously withdrew and then stabbed his cock deep into my ass in one go and spanked my ass hard, much harder than last time. "You don't ask questions, boy."2 points
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Chapter Three Firehose The Stud I love Halloween. Drunk sluts go out with easy access costumes. I chose my costume with one goal in mind, breeding some dumb twunk. I chose a gladiator costume this year because it shows off my pecs, and is perfect to freeball in. When I showed up at the bar I was pleased with all the potential targets to fill. First I noticed a sailor, at least that’s what I assume he was going for with just a sailor's hat and a speedo. Next I saw a devil wearing… devils horns and a black speedo. I love basic bitches. My target's fate was sealed when I saw the fireman, in a firefights cap and.. You guessed it, a speedo. He filled the back of his speedo very well, he had one extra thing though: a fanny pack full of condoms he was handing out to strangers. This fucker doesn’t realize how much he’s begging for me to breed him. I keep an eye on him but I don’t go right for him yet. I make conversation with some guys at the bar, and I notice a few of my past conquests around. That guy I bred on the couch dressed as Woody from Toy Story. He’s too easy now and I let my fellow top friends fill him. As the night goes on the dance floor is starting to get packed which is perfect for my plan. I noticed the fireman dancing in the corner, I guess he didn’t make a lot of friends handing out rubbers. I make my way over there without being too direct and start to show him some attention. I can tell he’s already pretty drunk, which makes my job easier. As we dance, I get closer and closer to him and soon his hands are all over me. It doesn’t take him long to realise that behind the loose leather straps of my roman soldier costume I have an eight inch unsheathed/uncut tool. I love seeing the way his face lights up when he finds it, when he realises he has his hand on my bare cock. The moment doesn’t last long though because he quickly realises he’s in a crowd and gets nervous looking around to see if anyone noticed what he found. Nobody can see us though, the crowd is too tight and the bar is too dark. I’m still worried he might get nerves and run off though so I wrap my arm around him and pull him in tight. I speak into his ear “don’t worry no one can see down there, it’s our little secret”. He starts to relax, my big arms and thick chest usually has that effect on prey. “You have a really big sword in your belt, sir” His words signal that I have him just where I need him. I don’t want to have a conversation though so I shut him up with a kiss on the mouth while I slide my hand down his back and into his trunks. His ass feels great and he clearly loves the attention. I found his hole quickly and rubbed it. I pulled him off my mouth, turned him around and pressed my raging meat against his ass, over the fabric. We “danced '' like this for a minute or two, really just him grinding into my cock until my hands wandered again to the back of his waistband. I pulled it down and brought his sweet ass out for my cock to probe. We danced some more like this, and he pushed his hole against my cock. I decided it was finally the right time to get in, I spit lubed my dick, lined it up, and pushed the head in. I did it just as the music was particularly loud, so no one noticed him yelp in surprise… and probably some pain. He pulled off fast though, I guess it wasn’t going to be that easy. I leaned over to check in, apologize if he seemed upset but instead before I spoke he handed me one of his stupid condoms. “That’s perfect” I said, “I love wearing condoms to fuck”. This is not a lie. I love pounding my cock into a tight ass with a broken condom bunched up at the base. I took it from him, opened the package, and rolled it onto my cock. It’s too small of course, but that’s even better. It’s loud in the club so he doesn’t hear me rip the tip before I apply more spit and push back into him. This time I shove in pushing the condom back as I go deeper. The music is raging and everyone around us is oblivious, dancing their drunk asses off. I pump into him with the beat so he moans to the music. I speak into his ear while I fuck him and tell him how good his ass feels through the condom. I thank him for being prepared, and announce that he’s going to make me cum inside his… condom. I feel his ass clench when I say this and I can tell he’s about to stain the front of his trunks with jizz. That’s my cue and and pump in hard five more times, ignoring the beat of the music, our neighbours on the dance floor finally noticed and stopped dancing to stare. Obviously excited by what they see. I shout as I unload into him, as usual I have a lot of cum for an unsuspecting prey and my cock pumps him full. As I pull out I slide the condom off and toss it on the floor. The patrons that saw us fuck started clapping and I pushed my prey just enough that he stumbled into some of them, ass still out. While he found his balance and pulled up his trunks I slipped away. He’s been hunted and bred now, I don’t have any more use for him. I step outside into the cold October night and there’s a twink dressed as Spiderman panicking that he can’t find his wallet. I’m a nice guy so I offer to help. I ask him if he remembers using it after arriving at the bar and he says he’s not sure. Well I find it quickly behind a tree but I slip it in my belt and pretend to keep looking. I tell him we’ll have to retrace his steps back to his home because he probably dropped it on the way, and he agrees. I follow him up the street, pretending to look for his wallet, locked onto a new prey. The Prey I was new to town, just starting uni after a taking gap year I spent in Europe and I needed to make friends so I joined the universities gay straight alliance. I made a few people this way but after two months I still didn’t have anything more than some friendly acquaintances. I was feeling lonely but I soldered on. There was a Halloween party coming up at a local gay bar near campus and our group had decided we should send a member to provide free condoms to advertise our organization while promoting safe sex. I volunteered because I saw it as an opportunity to accomplish several things at once, socialize with locals, and promote a cause I care about. I’ve always practiced safe sex, and I’ve heard some gay men have been less careful in recent years. The more people who do it, the easier it will be to ask for it, that’s how I see it. So I went in a sexy fireman costume… well all I could find was a cheap fireman hat so I wore it with a pair of swim trunks. That counts as a costume right? When I arrived at the bar there was a good crowd, and I was excited to mingle. No one else seemed to feel the same about me though. I tried approaching people, giving them condoms, and making conversation, but they just got quiet and awkward once I handed the condom to them. One guy I started talking to refused, he said it was too late, he took a load up his ass before coming to the bar. I thought that was gross and just left the conversation there. All the while I was drinking more and more hoping that the booze would loosen me up enough to push through awkward convos but I wasn’t having any luck. By the time I had the courage to dance alone I was pretty drunk. The dance floor gradually got more and more crowded and I didn’t notice right away that a man near me was actually giving me some attention. I was grateful to have a friend and turned to him. I was shocked at how handsome he was. Dressed as a roman soldier with just a few straps of brown leather covering his body, and what a body. The chest was carved out of marble, his arms looked like they were stuffed with baseballs. I was completely entranced. As I traced my hands down his abs, I got bold and put my hand down between his legs, expecting to grope him through his underwear.. But I was shocked to find a fat cock freely hanging behind the flimsy straps of his costume. For a moment I forgot where I was and held it, it even flexed in my hand. When I realised someone could see me I pulled back and looked around, lucky no one seemed to have noticed. I was going to back away but he put a strong arm around me and pulled me in close. He said something into my ear, “.. our little secret” I couldn’t listen, not because of the noise but because I was distracted by his body pressed against me. His grip was so firm and comforting. I made a lame joke about his sword. I wanted him more than anything at this point. I was hoping he would take me home with him tonight. He slid his hand down the back of my swimsuit and pressed my hole. I was so worked up at this point, I needed him inside me. He seemed to read my mind and turn me around so he could press his now hard meat against my ass. I’ve never been more annoyed at a thin piece of lycra that covered my ass. Eventually he decided the same and pulled the back of my swimsuit down. I could feel his bare cock on my ass. I wasn’t expecting him to shove it in when he did and I gave a shout, the whole bar was shouting along with the music and no one realised I was shouting about something different. I was amazed that surrounded by people unaware I could feel his bare cock in me, bare, wait! I managed to pull myself off of him and grabbed one of my condoms and handed it to him. He told me he loved condoms which is good news because he has to use it. A moment later and he was back in me, but now it wasn’t just the tip. He sunk his huge cock deep into me, deeper than I thought I could ever take. He pumped into me roughly, it hurt, but I needed him more. As he fucked me surrounded by strangers he told me how much he loved the condom. It seemed strange how much he was turned on by the condom but it was also really reassuring. I could feel myself getting close and suddenly he started pounding me with no mercy, There’s no way people are noticing this. I came in the front of my trunks and moments later I heard him howl as he came while inside me. I heard him because there was a quiet part in the music. When he pulled out, I tripped and fell into the crowd. It felt like everyone was staring at me at that moment. A lot of people were. When I got back up he was gone. People were clapping though, for me? The attention was embarrassing, but also flattering. I went looking for the man, but he was gone. Thank god I made him wear a condom. I went to the bar and sat on a stool only to realise I sat in something wet and sticky, gross. I guess that’s my cue to go home before I make a bigger embarrassment of myself. 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Part 6 As I continued feeding on Kevin's hole and sucking Ryan's cum out of it and down my throat I heard Ryan say, “I see you're wearing a wedding ring. So you're married, huh?” I mumbled an “uhhuhhh” as Kevin reached back and grabbed his asscheeks spreading them wider. “Does your husband know you're in the park eating cum out of another man's hole Justin?”, he asked seductively. I instinctively pulled my face away from Kevin's ass and turned my head toward Ryan. He was standing there naked, stroking a hard thick cock and looking down at me. “No, not a husband. I have a wife. I'm married to a woman,” I answered him as I stared at the throbbing meat in his fist. “For real?”, Ryan said. “Oh fuck dude that is so damn hot and dirty! How often do you get a chance to play with other guys?” I reached out my left hand and cupped Ryan's hairy balls as I told him this was only the second time ever. I told them my first time had been just a week ago here at the park. Kevin had turned around and his own hard cock was dripping precum onto the ground. “Fuck man that's wild! You must've really liked it. Had to come back here wanting more didn't you buddy?” He stepped closer to me and rubbed his leaking cockhead against my cheek. I moaned and reached out my free hand to wrap around his thick shaft. “I tried to resist it. I told myself I shouldn't but I couldn't forget how good everything felt last week. I...I needed more,” I finished with a low whisper. Ryan stepped closer too and I took his young manhood in the hand that had been fondling his nuts. “And you got more didn't you Justin?,” he asked. “Now you got two hot men to have fun with. We can make it twice as good for you if you want.” In reply I opened my mouth and slid my lips down nearly 4 inches of his cock. “Fucking A!” I heard Kevin say. “Yeah man do it. Suck that stud's hard cock down your cocksucking married throat! You need it don't you?” I Pulled back to catch my breath, spittle running down my chin. “Yes. Oh hell yes I need it. I don't know why but I do!”. And saying that I took nearly half of Kevin's cock into my hungry mouth. “Holy shit!” Kevin cried out. “Damn hot mouth man! Are you sure this is just your second time? You're a fucking natural sucking dick!” I hummed around his pole excited to hear him say how good I was sucking his cock. It made me want to do more to make both of these hot guys feel good. “What all did you do last week Justin?”, Ryan asked as he stood next to Kevin and I began going back and forth on their cocks. Releasing the dick in my mouth I grabbed each in a hand and began jacking them as I looked up into their horny eyes. “Made out, sucked cock, ate the guy's ass, and fucked him. Shot 3 loads in his ass. So much tighter and better than fucking my wife's pussy. And he had some kind of stuff he put in a bowl and when it started smoking we took turns sucking the smoke from the pipe. It made everything so much hotter and better!” I went down on Ryan's cock again as I said this moaning as his precum began sliding down my throat. Suddenly I heard a familiar “click” and looked up to see Kevin holding a flame underneath a pipe like what Drew had last week. He looked at me with dark hunger on his face and smiled a devilish but sexy smile at me. “You mean like this?” he asked as the smoke began filling up the bowl. “Yes! Yeah it was just like that!” I felt a tremble in my body and my head just seeing these men had the smoke I was craving. I felt Ryan pulling me up until I was standing in front of them my eyes locked on the smoke-filled pipe in Kevin's hand. He turned the stem toward me as I heard Ryan say, “Take it dude. Take a big fucking hit and let's have some fun.” I didn't need to be told twice as I parted my lips, felt the stem slip between them and I started inhaling deep and eagerly. “Keep sucking, daddy”, Ryan said in a hoarse whisper. “Suck in that fuck smoke just like you were sucking our cocks a minute ago. Give into it dude.” I sucked harder and longer than I had last week and within seconds I could feel the urge and need taking over my mind like it had with Drew. I took 2 more god-sized hits before Kevin pulled the pipe from my mouth and immediately Ryan pressed his lips to mine and I shotgunned the smoke to him. It was a huge cloud and we traded it back and forth 3 or 4 times before the clouds were gone. But our lips stayed connected as we started making out passionately and I was aware of Kevin working to remove my clothes. Soon we were all 3 naked on this path out in the open and Ryan and I continued making out running our hands all over each other's body. Without warning I felt my ass being spread then a hot wetness lapping at my musky hole. I pulled back from Ryan's mouth and moaned loudly. Looking down I saw Kevin on his knees behind me and his tongue was working it's way around and into my sweat soaked hole. “Oh gawwdddd yessss! Eat my hole stud! Fuck yeah it feels so good!! Eat my hole please!!” Saying this I felt Ryan pulling on my shoulders causing me to bend at the waist allowing Kevin's tongue to enter me even deeper. I opened my eyes as the sensations washed over me and found Ryan's hard dripping cock in front of me. I grabbed his hips and pulled his cock into my mouth greedily. He grabbed the back of my head and began pumping his meat in and out of my mouth. I heard him say, “We are gonna have some dirty fun today aren't we daddy? The 3 of us together!” I moaned deep in my throat giving myself up to having my mouth filled with cock and having my ass rimmed deep! (to be continued)2 points
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As a Liberal, I am cautiously optimistic, for two reasons: 1. I think there are countless very, very pissed off women, determined to vote the "R's" (meaning repressives) out of office. There are a number of R's (meaning Republicans) who are embarrassed by where the GOP is now, can't bring themselves to vote for a Dem, and simply will refrain from voting. 2. There are countless GLBTQ (and their supporters) that smell the coffee about to boil over, and will vote against the eventual cancellation of gay marriage rights, other non-glbtq folks of good will who will also vote that way. There are also many R's who are not infused with Cheeto-Head's poisonous shit, who will either not vote at all, or change their registration. 3. I also think it's way past high time to go after these "churches" that preach political insurrection, while ignoring the founding principles of what they claim to honor. When I read/hear about some candidate blathering about 'returning this country to it's "Christian" precepts, I could just hurl. I say, tax them right out of business, and give the money to the poor. In short, there are more than enough people of good will to throw these hatemongers out of office, and replace them with decent minded men and women. And all we have to do is make sure to vote Straight-ticket Democratic. At the Federal level, the only way the Republicans can gain seats in either House is if the above-mentioned folks are too damn lazy to vote. At the local level, in some areas the hatemongers do outnumber the progressives, and we can only hope that the Federal elections seat Liberal majorities in both houses, so Congress can pass progressive legislation into law - kinda like a row of dominos - one bill after another after another after another, reinforcing the foundations of the Democratic Republic, seemingly now so threatened.2 points
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Good one buddy. I remember my first bareback fuck. I pressed my cock on his hole then pushed harder and he opened up and swallowed my cock. The feeling of his hole gripping my shaft tight was amazing. I was Hooked - like you will be. Fuck the risk - you will never want to suit-up again! Fucking another dude is just so intense and as you said - pumping your seed deep inside him felt so good you will need to do it again and soon1 point
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"He ran a couple fingers over his freshly fucked hole and played with the sticky reminder of his conquest. Fuck, if he didn’t have another dick his entire weekend he’d still be satisfied." I so relate!1 point
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You're the one who brought up discrimination, so it's rather cheeky for you to bring up the issue and then declare it off the table for debate. In any event, "discrimination", at its root (which is Latin), means to distinguish between - we say that someone has a discriminating eye, for instance, when he is able to detect the differences between an original painting and a good but forged copy. Any time we distinguish between two things, we are "discriminating" between them. We've extended the use of the word such that today, it primarily means to choose one thing over the other thing - but it's important to know that discrimination, by itself, is value-neutral. It's only in certain contexts, and in certain situations, and in judging certain characteristics, that discrimination becomes (by societal agreement) wrong. By which I mean: in the context of employment, in the situation of deciding to hire or fire someone, we (broadly, at least in the west) consider it wrong to make that decision based on the race, religion, sex, or national origin of the persons involved. We are fast coming to a broad consensus that making the decision based on sexual orientation is also wrong, and some (though not all) people believe the same is true when basing the decision on gender identity. By contrast: nobody bats an eye if a straight man "discriminates" against other men in the context of sex or romance or dating; his attraction is to whatever sex he finds appealing. He's "discriminating" against men, by any definition; we just recognize that he has a right to do so. Likewise, if he is only attracted to blonde hair, or large breasts, or chubby women, or green eyes, we recognize that's within his rights. (Some people might find his choices limited and limiting, but it's his call to make.) That's where one's HIV/STI status comes into play. Some HIV+ people simply do not want to risk infecting a negative person even if they are undetectable and the potential partner is on PrEP. That's their call to make. Some HIV- people simply do not want to take the risk of knowingly having sex with an HIV+ person, even if they themselves are on PrEP. And that is THEIR call to make. You or I might consider it silly or overly cautious, but we aren't the one making the decision and none of us are entitled to have sex with someone just because we want to. They're free to "discriminate" against us for any reason that they choose. I'd hope that anyone I'd hooked up with who found he had an STI within, say, three months or so (I'm not sure how far back they ask people to contact past partners) would contact me, on the off chance it had been in his system that long. I would be grateful as a spur to get checked. For HIV, if I were negative, I'd hope anyone who had bare sex with me and who was diagnosed as HIV+ later would contact me, just in case he'd had it for a long time. When I was diagnosed, I made a point of contacting every sex partner I'd had in the prior 8 years, just in case, even those where the sex was protected, just in case, because I didn't want anyone discovering he'd gotten it and not knowing it might have been me (even though I was almost invariably the/a bottom).1 point
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Went to bz bathhouse in detroit on Saturday. Got fucked 8 time and took 5 loads. 4 were BBC. A few guys got verbal. One hot black guy came in the room and asked if I wanted another load. Of course I said yes. He the fucked me very aggressively and hard for all but 15 seconds until he pumped his load inside me. I only know what a guy looks like if i turn around and see them leave when they are done. When they come in, I don't look. Because cumdumps don't do that. I'm over 55 now and still get guys in their early 20's breeding me all the time. Love that age doesn't matter as long as I have some good ass to give.1 point
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Part 8 - Show time My mind struggles to focus on anything but the form of the twink straddling me. I examine every flawless inch of him and my attentions end at his dick - it’s about 3 inches and solidly hard, it protrudes perfectly from his completely hairless pubis and flares menacingly at its head. I want it to dominate me, I need it to dominate me. The twink notices and smiles. Sitting atop me his proud cock flexes in stark relief to my own self-caged dick - as I imagine getting fucked by Zeke I feel my cock pump out another salvo of silken drool and bow my head in supplication to the twink who was so arousing me. I hear John say “good boy” as Guy replies “respect”. The twink beams at me, the sudden centre of attention by my supplication. He’s much shorter than me, but lithe and I struggle to focus on his motions as he writhes in tune with a thumping bass beat from the music. “Dance with me” he says smoothly “Yes sir” I say, cognisant of my place at this party. “Fuck you’re so hot” he says and I feel myself blush. That garners a few coos’ and exclamations of ‘nice’ from our audience “Good fucking boy” he says as I start to match his rhythm. We move together, static but fluid, our muscles under sweaty skin taught with the exertion. “You imprint so well” he says to me, as he watches me gazing back at him “going to make tonight so fucking special” he whispers. “Boys like you” he gyrates so I feel his firm buttocks on my thighs “should be ass up taking every load whenever they’re told” I shiver with a growing appreciation for the truth of his statement. “God…this is hot” I hear someone say from our audience before another voice says “fucking right Zeke” The twink smiles as he hears the same thing and stops his gyrating. “You’re perfect” I exclaim breathlessly. “Looks like our boy is in love again” I here Guy laugh. Zeke winks at me and strokes my chin. “Anyone here would be lucky to own you” he whispers again, but I barely comprehend the implication. He leans in to crush me in a kiss. Every part of his muscled body is tight, but his lips and mouth are soft - a gorgeous heat emanates from him and passes to me. As soon as the kiss had begun, he ends it. I savour the bliss of it for a few more seconds with my eyes closed and hands stroking the outline of his hard abs - only the click of a lighter brings me out of the moment. “Here we go” someone says from the darkness and is quickly - very quickly - hushed. Zeke is holding a glass pipe to his soft lips. A short stem with a large bowl full of little clear crystals in the indentation. He gently heats the bowl until the crystals start to dissolve and ghost like wisps of white smoke swirl beneath. He takes a short intake, pulling the tendrils up the pipe and into his mouth, and exhales quickly as the bowl fills with ever more dense clouds. Happy with the smoke now swirling in the bowl, he sucks it all into his mouth. His motions are graceful and fluid as he takes the fumes into his lungs, bends down to me, locks his lips to mine and exhales the cloud deeply into me. A bitter, acrid smoke fills my mouth and I drink it down instinctively. It tastes weird…not awful…but weird. As the last of the smoke passes from Zeke to me, he kisses me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth and his lips moving in tune with mine with expert rhythm. I forget about the cloud in the passion of the moment. A lifetime seems to pass in a few seconds as my body suddenly reacts to the presence of the smoke, and I start hacking uncontrollably. Zeke disengages our kiss and rubs my heaving pecs as a mass of dense smoke pours from my lungs and dissolves around us. As my heaving settles, Zeke is already sucking in a new cloud “Again” I hear John say. Despite my tender lungs Zeke forces the next hit of strange smoke deep into me. “Shhhh….” he whispers stroking my chest and trying to calm me down “you’ve got this - you can do this” My eyes bug out of my sockets and try as I might I can’t hold it so I cough loudly, though less violently, again. “Again!” I hear John a grip command “Breathe baby” Zeke soothes patiently before lighting the pipe again. As the smoke from my last coughing fit dissolves around us both a warming sensation grows in the recesses of my mind. It reminds me ever so slightly of the ember I followed deep in my ass that led to the perfect explosion of pleasure moments before, only there’s no fear or fire, just comforting heat. I barely have time to comprehend it when Zeke’s lips crush mine again and more smoke passes into me. Only this time it’s smoother - or I’m more receptive. Despite my heaving breaths I accept the cloud without problem, Zeke watches as I gaze back at him but retain the cloud without coughing “Good fucking boy” I hear Guy exclaim as Zeke Kees rubbfing my chest and rooting me to the moment. My control centres, already scrambled from the powerful ecstasy rooted in my ass, start to respond to a powerful sense of erotic passion in my chest. I felt parts of my synaptic makeup being reprogrammed - imagine things being breaking and re-knitting but in perfect visceral harmony - things I cared about vanished and things I needed took over. As I struggle to understand the new sensations I hear Zeke tell me to exhale. Back on the couch I see myself breathe out a vast nebula of thick clouds as Zeke presses himself through it to feed me another. I raise up to meet him and feed off the smoke he pours into me. The sensation of deep pleasure starts to throb in me - an animalistic call to give myself to men, to achieve the perfection of their orgasms deep in the warmth of my ass, to make men proud. I feel like a cum-obsessed Superman - placed on earth, on this couch, to take cock and serve. Zeke breaks our longest kiss yet to tell me to exhale again and another dank, powerful cloud escapes my lips - it dies around us in gentle, half swirls. “Be with me” Zeke says as he places my hands on his abs and sticks the pipe against my lips. “Don’t disappoint me son” I hear John dominantly over the music. “Breathe in when I tell you - like weed baby, and hold it in.” I hear the familiar click of the lighter, a few seconds pass as I watch more of the crystals dissolve, “suck baby” Zeke says, “slow and deep” I follow his command and take a massively long gulp of the sensational, power-giving smoke into me. “Fuck! Yes boy!” someone says. “Hold it” Zeke says as the seconds race past and my nerve endings tingle to remind me of their need for cum. “Exhale” he replies and I hear myself breathe out as stem of the pipe parts my lips again and I hear the instruction to breathe again. The last hit is big, and the thumping of the music meshes with the thumping behind my ears - not uncomfortable, just a reminder from my twisted mind that it needed me to take cock - the urgency filled my being with a cold, metallic need that washed over me with increasing, shivering need. “Exhale and look at me” I hear Zeke say, I hadn’t even realised I’d closed my eyes, and opening them reveals the perfect form of Zeke staring back at me. His soft smile peers down into my soul through my eyes as he meets me in a short kiss before telling me “one more” and repeats the motion of feeding me the pipe and more smoke. He’s right - the next hit of whatever it is, is like a mega power-up. The urgent waves of physical shivering are replaced with gentle, convulsions that travel down my spine and shudder in my cum-drenched ass. It’s like rebellious landing crews are re-directing my energy back to my ass and I suddenly groan at the intensity of the pleasure. “There we are” Zeke says as he watches me - a see someone pass him a glass of liquid which he shots and returns before being given another. “Come here boy” he commands “shot this” he pours some foul tasting liquid into my mouth and pinches my nose shut to force me to swallow. It burns my already sore throat as the glass disappears and a bottle of lucozade appears - “chase it” Zeke says and I take massive gulps of the glucose drink to wash out the metallic sourness of the shot. As my ass throbs with kinetic, essential force a growing warmth rises to greet it - a comforting sense of complete safety and security - like I could do anything with anyone and never worry. The two forces meld and I groan loudly to a chorus of approvals around me. “Oh fuuuck” I exclaim loudly closing my eyes “No baby, eyes open” Zeke says and I comply as my hands move to my nipples, to my own abs and tweak and grope and paw at myself. Zeke is smiling triumphantly as he looks at me one last time, meets me in a kiss and pushes me back into the couch so my legs are splayed over the edge. “Fuck Zeke” I hear John say “you earned this - go find Kem and tell him I sent you” John emerges from the haze of my passions as Zeke slowly clambers off me and joins John in an extraordinary kiss. I watch and reach down to play with my hole as I imagine John fucking Zeke but before I can even feel my hole, Guy appears in view above me from behind the couch to grab both my arms and place my hands on his comfortingly hot, hard cock. I groan at the touch as muscle God reappears to pin my legs behind my head and expose my hole. “You flying pup?” He asks as his insanely thick mushroom head pulses against the lips of my ass. I gargle an assent as my ass parts on a sudden thrust and penetration is greeted by an audible pop. “Fucking tight and wet” muscle god says as he sinks his coke can of a cock into me. My ass closes around the base of his huge dick and he immediately starts an aggressive, dominant pounding. The walls of my ass are lubed with cum but muscle god is stretching me to my limit - I know he is - only my body isn’t responding as it should. Rather than registering pain it’s registering pleasure and doing everything to massage the girth of muscle gods cock in my shivering pussy. I know my ass must be tender but that only makes the pleasure more intense as he batters my chute over and again. Guy utters a string of glorious encouragements before I hear him ask about “my special power” I gaze up at him leaning over me behind the sweat soaked shoulders of the man pounding me and see him winking at me. He releases my arms and I see his hand snake between muscle God and me to my cum-dribbling crotch. “Let’s see” he mutters as he violently grabs my cage and twists. My ass responds, but not as it did before. Rather than piercing pain, the sensation from my crotch magnifies the vibrations pulsing down my spine - the tempo changes at the new instruction registered in my crotch pulses through the ring of my hole incessantly gripping and sucking on the base of muscle god’s cock. “Interesting” I hear Guy exclaim as muscle god groans. “Fuck pup…” he kneels up and remains perfectly still. In this position I see his vast musculature, my eyes travel from his thick neck to the perfect v-taper and his cock, buried to the hilt in my shivering body. Guy twists again and it’s like my body goes into reverse. My hole violently sucks on muscle god’s cock - from the lips of my ass to the deep velvet warmth of my guts - I’m jealously pulling him into me in the hope I will extract his load. “Yeah” he says breathlessly as I hear a chorus of ‘fucks’ and ‘hots’ from the men around us. “Goddam you’re special” I hear Guy say almost ruefully as he masters the controls of my body. I groan a long thank you as Guy smiles, one hand tweaks my nipple and his mastery is complete. Pulling and tweaking my body, Guy is able to direct my newfound superman-like energy around the thick invader in my ass - with the last pulsing motions, muscle god grabs my traps and shoves me further onto his cock. My tight hole and warm guts welcome a few more centimetres of him into me as a fearsome knot of cum passes up his shaft. “Fuckkkkk! Take it pup!” He bellows as the knot erupts from his dick head with almost physical violence. I could feel the thickness of his load as it splattered it’s immediate surroundings. Another knot erupts into me as he cries out, this load filling my chute to bursting. “More cum pup” he grimaced as two more volleys filled every void in my ass around his cock. Load Count : IX “Good pup” he sighed “glad I got that in you. Keep it warm, ok! It’s precious” he said tussling my sweat soaked hair as Guy released the controls to my ass. Guy leant into kiss him and they made out over me, muscle god dripping sweat onto my hairless, cock-pierced body. John hovers behind Guy and I catch a glimpse of his proud expression from under muscle god. “Taking all loads” he says with a strange emphasis as Guy breaks the kiss and smirks, also looking down at me “Atta boy” he says as all three of them chuckle.1 point
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Part 1 - The Setup So, a few weeks ago I ended up meeting a couple in the gym who’d I’d chatted too literally years’ ago. I hadn’t seen them when I working out, I was in my own little gym zone doing splits on the treadmill and after about 10 rounds was absolutely dripping in sweat. I hit the showers and then the sauna which I had for myself for about 3 seconds before one of the guys comes in. He sits opposite me and introduces himself, but in a really odd way, like he was sounding me out rather than actually introducing himself - just an odd vibe. He asked about my programme and then about how often I came to the gym and got a bit closer to me before his partner comes in - kisses him on the lips and sits right next to me. The original guy asks if I remember them and I honestly don’t - which makes them laugh. The guy next to me jokingly put his hand on my knee and didn’t move it. Only a few seconds pass but the tension made it feel like minutes. The guy with his hand on my knee leans in and whispers, ‘we’d still like to fuck you…you never gave it up so you owe us’ I was straining hard and the original guy (Kem) notices and nods to his husband (John) who moves his hand up and under my towel. He grabs my cage and looks momentarily stunned (like just for a second) before asking if I’d like to sit on their dicks. Obviously I say yes and he smiles and gently kisses me. The door opens with a few other guys about to come in so we all reset and they both leave. I follow but the showers were super busy all of a sudden so just jumped in a cubicle and cooled off. I looked for them both in the changing rooms but they were at the other end from my locker so I ended up just getting ready and leaving. As soon as I got outside I get a text from Kem who said they had recognised me as soon as I’d got on the treadmill as someone they thought had ‘got away’ - that we had been chatting before the pandemic and was supposed to have got fucked by them. They’d basically waited for me to finish my workout before setting up the sauna meet. They wanted to get another look at me. As soon as I got the text I re-read the whole message history and it was hot! He said I owed them my ass and sent a video of him fucking a cum-filled twink. I have the video and it was clear that the boy had been filled! Like, with a lot. In my caged up headspace I just reply with ‘yes’ and a few new videos of me showing off in my runners singlet and a thong. We end up ramping up the sex chat for the next hour or so and I’m basically a mental wreck…in my ass-focussed headspace I probably would have travelled to Scotland to get fucked by them, so I ask if they wanted my ass that day. Kem says ‘no, but I like the energy’ - he wants it to be special after waiting so long and asks if I’m free the following weekend to come to a party. It would be them and about 5 of their friends. Something they like to do once a month - he says it’s very chill, no pressure, but I would be naked, and I would get fucked...a lot. His exact text ended with: “Your caged-up body will get all the cum we can give it. Promise. Yeah. John told me. Wear it on Saturday 😈” I was so fucking horny it was such an easy sell to my brain that I said ‘yes’ without a single thought other than ‘fuck yes’. For the first time in ever my ass twitched before my cock did…that was a seriously weird sensation. Like being horny in an entirely different part of your body for the first time is a little startling. My cock strained a few seconds later, but I think I felt what it must be like to be nothing more than a hole, first time experiencing it that way before. Kem texts back a picture of his dick - rigid and the following words: ‘good fucking boy - don’t disappoint us ❤️’1 point
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It was not long before a dick slid through. It was long and black. I lifted it and began to suck his dick. He got hard quickly and then tapped the wall with his fist. I kept sucking and he did it again, the door that was locked opened and the man said, when he hits the wall, he I ready for your ass. The lube is on the wall. I could see it now; I grabbed some as he locked the door and lubed up that big dick and my hole and eased his dick inside me. He fucked me so good, it felt amazing. The light from the other hole went dark, I reached out and another huge soft dick was hanging there. I lifted and started to suck the guy; I think he was black also. He was even bigger than the guy fucking me. Five more minutes and the dick in my ass shoved in and pulsed as the guy behind the wall said great pussy as he slides out of my hole. Just a minute later the guy I was sucking knocked on the wall. I lubed him up and turned around backed on his even bigger dick. He fucked me and called my names like a fucking cock whore, dirty fucking slut, white whore. He lasted ten minutes and shot his load inside me. He pulled out and I was just getting ready for my next when the door opened and a man said, boy time to take you back to your room. I was so horny, I needed more. He walked me back to the room, I rubbed his bulge once in the room, got on my knees as I unzipped his pants, and fished out a beautiful dick. He let me suck him for fifteen minutes before he shot in my mouth. He pulled out, tucked his dick back in his pants, and told me he would be back in two hours. The ads will have been posted and your two reviews will be up. The guys said you were worth every penny. If you fuck like you suck dick, I must agree with them. You must earn your keep here; you can stay if you put out. Do you understand boy? I told him I did. He then turned and locked the deadbolt. I tried to open the door, but I couldn’t the windows were screwed shut. I tried the TV, but I was so wired I could not watch it. In an hour the man came back. He pushed me over on the bed and I thought he was going to fuck me but instead he slides some tina up my hole and made me drink some juice from a straw. He led me back to the box and locked the door. I serviced ten more BBCs. Some are bigger than 10”. He once again led me upstairs but this time he pulled out his cock and texted someone else. I began to suck his cock and a few minutes later this young Middle Eastern guy walked in. He had to only be mid 20’s The guy I was sucking pulled me up and turned me around. He then pushed me onto the bed. The Middle Eastern boy came up and pulled my shorts down and dove into my ass and began to eat my cum filled hole. The kid ate me for ten minutes, and the guy who was my handler said OKAY you hot it. Ready to fuck that hole? I heard the young guy’s pants drop and his belt hit the floor. My handler said that is a crazy fat dick. I cannot believe it. I felt the young guy press some lube on my hole, then lubed up his dick and pressed it. My handler got on the bed and fed me his cock again, he whispered. Boy, you are going to take so you might as well do it the first try. Don’t make me tie you down. I thought I have been fisted so this should be no problem. The Arab kid grabbed my hips and pulled my hips back, hid dick still just at my hole. He pulled me to the left and to the right and he started to go inside me a little. Fuck it hurt, he pulled more as he pushed, and another inch went inside. I pulled off my handler’s dick, Stop I can’t please stop. The assault continued, and more and more of his fucking fat dick went inside me. I began to shake and sweat as he pressed more and more inside me. He finally got all the way inside. That is when my handler placed the ball gag in my mouth. He whispered in my ear that that was the easy part. The Arab guy pushed me down, the handler tied my hand to the bed and the kid pulled his dick out and shaved it back inside me. I screamed into the ball gag my handler just laughed. You are fucking whore. Just a whore for a huge cock. I was crying and pressing my body forward, but it did not help. He fucked me like this for ten minutes and shot his load as he pressed deep in me and shook violently. He collapsed on my back to catch his breath. His dick just pulsed inside me. That started to feel good. He spoke in Arabic and spit on the back of my head as he slowly pulled out once he started to go soft. He handed the handler a wad of cash and spoke. You know how hard it is to find a whore who can take me. I will text you when I need to nut again. The handler unfasted the ball gag and unfastened me. He gruffly said, this never happened. You will be hurt severely if anyone finds out you are whore out on the side. The last boy disappeared. My handler left, locking the door. I could hardly move, and I actually fell asleep crying, my ass hole throbbed. I hoped it would close but when I felt it, it was wide open.1 point
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THE WEEKEND I figured Zeus and Sleeper had gone off for some private time, but was happy to see them return. I didn’t think either one of them would be careless but I couldn’t help the worry taking up a small space in the back of my mind. They returned subdued and I wondered what had happened because Sleeper wasn’t walking with his usual swagger. “What’s going on, guys?” I asked. Sleeper looked at Zeus and although he remained expressionless there was a deep undercurrent of uncertainty and sadness that radiated from his posture. “We need to talk to you, buddy.” Sleeper replied. I nodded. If Sleeper wanted to talk, this wasn’t something minor. My best friend wasn’t someone who found it difficult to sort out his own head. “Somewhere private then. We don’t have a lot of time. How about outside on the benches? Less chance our voices will carry.” Walking out the door the brothers all glanced at us. I made a motion with my hand to let them know I’d handle it. I could tell they’d noticed Zeus and Sleeper’s odd behavior and wanted to help. I selected a spot far enough away from the group of smokers getting their final cigarette of the night. Until Airborne it hadn’t occurred to me that the Bravos didn’t have a single smoker which I found curious. That defied the odds. After sitting down, I asked Zeus first. “Buddy, what’s wrong?” Zeus’s broad shoulders sank, his eyes refused to stray from the ground in front of him. The uncharacteristically quiet night was chilly. “I’m being bad again.” The fog from our breathing seemed to linger longer than it should as if it held the weight of our feelings. Sleeper shook his head and an angry look crossed his face. It passed quickly. He reached out and put his hand on Zeus’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Gabriel. This is my fault. We shouldn’t have taken our walk.” Of course I was curious. But I didn’t need to know the particulars to understand that Zeus’s issue wasn’t what happened on the walk, it was deeper. I read the signs: Sleeper was upset on behalf of Zeus, not because of him. Zeus was dealing with something that he would never blame Sleeper for and it sounded like he was blaming himself. “Gabriel, look at me, please.” I said. When Zeus looked up, his eyes glistened with unshed tears. This giant, capable soldier looked like a lost little boy and I couldn’t understand how someone who was so much larger than life could shrink himself down to appear so pitiful. “You aren’t bad, Gabriel. What do you want? What does your heart tell you?” Zeus shifted his gaze to Sleeper, and tears fell silently from his eyes. I had to force myself to breathe through the overwhelming wave of sadness that bordered on despair that hit me. “You love Sleeper.” I said and sighed. I knew this was coming. I didn’t think Sleeper would break this gentle man’s heart, but I hadn’t had a chance to have that talk with my best friend like I wanted. I studied Sleeper’s face, his body language. He wasn’t holding back from Zeus, in fact his hand had moved up to stroke Zeus’s handsome broken face, his thumb wiping the tears that fell. No, Sleeper hadn’t broken Zeus’s heart. He cared deeply about Zeus. “And you, Sleeper? What are you thinking?” Sleeper shrugged, his eyes never leaving Zeus’s face. “I love him back. I figured that out tonight. I’d do anything for him, but I don’t know how to fix this.” He said softly. I tilted my head. “Fix what? Nothing needs to be fixed. You love each other.” “Assmunch, the Army -“ Sleeper started. “So what?” I interrupted him. “Do you think you’re the only ones who have to hide? This isn’t about a stupid policy. Look, at some point there’s always going to be a conflict with what the Army wants and what you want. My dad had to face that decision more than once. Sometimes he chose the Army. Sometimes he had to choose his family. That’s something you figure out when it comes up. This… this is about something else for Zeus.” Sleeper took a breath. “It won’t work, Andrew. And Gabriel doesn’t want to break the rules.” Maybe it was my recent reconciliation with Kevin, maybe it was because I was still basically a kid, but I felt they shouldn’t just give up. A wiser, older me may have agreed with Sleeper’s assessment. Yeah, Sleeper was just Sleeper about it, rolling with the punches and recognizing when he was out matched. In sports you learned to accept defeat without internalizing it and used it as a lesson to correct your mistakes so that you could come back and fight better the next time. But Zeus didn’t seem to have learned any of that. In fact, Zeus appeared to give up the fight before he even stepped on the mat. “Zeus, why do you have scars all over you?” I asked him. Zeus looked down at his big hands which were gripping his thighs. “I was bad. I had to be punished.” That much I figured out already. The real question was why… and who. “What did you do?” It didn’t seem possible, but Zeus shrunk down even further until he looked small and helpless. I could swear he was a child in that moment, no older than 12, weak, uncertain, his voice was no longer broad and deep, no rumbling vibration caressed my body when he spoke about growing up and his brother. Sleeper and I exchanged frequent alarmed stares as we listened to what had been done to our friend. He quoted Bible verses often as a way to explain, but the worst part was the slow progression of how his spirit had been torn apart and crushed which he related without understanding what had been stolen from him by his brother’s ever increasing cruelty. Zeus remembered every strapping. They began with legitimate but minor infractions (still not worthy of being whipped by a thin leather rein, even so). Then gradually they occurred for things Zeus couldn’t help or had no control over. After a few years Ezekiel began whipping him for things that weren’t mistakes or misbehavior and it became apparent Zeus was simply a target on which Ezekiel could express his anger and cruelty. “I wasn’t supposed to…” “A man should always…” “The Bible says…” “It was my fault….” “I didn’t listen…” “It was his job to teach me…” “I had to learn…” With every repetition it became clearer and clearer that Zeus’s brother Ezekiel was an angry, bitter, cruel man who didn’t actually care about Zeus at all, in spite of his insistence that it was for Zeus’s own good. The events Zeus described were ordinary kid things, not a single one of them were actually bad or malicious. Not closing the screen door all the way… or letting it slam… Zeus got ten straps for that. He interrupted his brother’s work when he was 12 to tell him he’d gotten an award for being the fastest to complete his math tables in the contest that day for his class, so excited and happy that Ezekiel would be proud he’d done so well. He’d gotten 15 straps for stopping Ezekiel’s work, and for not immediately getting to his own chores when he got home. He got whipped for giving his favorite horse a half a carrot one day. He got whipped for not wanting to be whipped. Holy. FUCKING. HELL. I don’t know how Zeus had survived all that without being completely broken. I wanted to kill. I’d always wondered if the time came when I saw real combat if I had it in me to actually kill another human being. Some soldiers don’t, you know. Some soldiers never fire a single round in combat. Others will fire, but deliberately miss. Look it up, it’s a common battlefield problem. But now, I had no uncertainty. Oh, I fucking had it in me, I could absolutely put a fucking bullet right through the center of Ezekiel’s skull. I’d gladly watch his black, oily, evil brain splatter as the round exited the back of his worthless head. A bullet was too good for him, though. The words of Gutter, the Army Ranger who’d instructed us for that week in Germany came back to me. “Your kill should be cold, it shouldn’t be personal. Your enemy is an obstacle, that’s all. If you’re angry, if you want him to suffer, you care about him too much.” I couldn’t be cold about this. I felt like throwing up. What kind of person could whip a little kid until he bled? Sleeper was furious, and tears were coming out of his eyes at the same time. His breath was coming in deep, shaky, heaving snorts like the whuff of a bull about to charge. I felt that tingling flush across my body as I finally put the last piece of Zeus’s puzzle together in my head. If I had admired Zeus before, now I felt what I can only describe as a righteous, protective love that raged through me like a violent thunderstorm mixed with an intense pride at the strength it must have taken to come out the other side as probably the most upright, decent man I’d ever met. That he could still feel anything good was a miracle and it only emphasized that Zeus was greater than us all. He’d endured years of abuse that was worse than torture. I understood how Puppy Dog Zeus could share this massive body with serious, quiet, masterful Zeus. What had been done to him froze a part of his mind at a child’s age before it formed adult thoughts, the happy part before the pain. There was no happiness for Zeus after his father died and Ezekiel took over. Every piece of happy in him was a child’s version of happy. In spite of his brother’s insistence that he become a man, Ezekiel’s actions ensured Zeus would never fully become one. Zeus was faking it all, doing what he’d been told without understanding why men acted like men. Knowing the rules, and knowing WHY there were rules were two very different things. The former you followed blindly, the latter you reasoned through so you could judge when the rules were appropriate and necessary, and when they didn’t serve the situation. This wasn’t about being good, and being bad. Zeus would never truly know the difference until he saw it from a different perspective than he’d been brainwashed through torture to learn. “Gabriel. Do you love Addison?” I asked him, struggling to keep my anger hidden from my voice. Zeus nodded. “If Addison did something bad…something truly bad, like stealing, would you give him a strapping to teach him a lesson?” Zeus looked up in fright. Then he looked at Sleeper. Shaking his head fast, he said “No, I could never hurt Addison. Never.” “What about me? Would you give me a strapping if you caught me stealing?” Zeus didn’t answer as fast, which was good. I needed him to think about it. I watched his eyes roam off. I wanted to actually chuckle because I could see his face screw up like a kid’s when they tried to think their way through something difficult. Ah, it was good to find some joy in all this darkness. Puppy Dog Zeus was just that - pure joy. It just made me love this big man more. So many of us lose the habits and mannerisms of youth, or learn to suppress them. I saw it happening in my little brother Tim. I felt another wave of understanding come to me about my parents and my Dad in particular. How you want your kids to grow up, but have to watch the exuberant joy of youth gradually fade, and how it becomes a battle inside you between wanting that joy to stay around as long as possible and resigning yourself to teaching them to bury it or hide it so the harsh realities of life won’t hurt them too badly. You have to walk a razor thin line balancing your love of who they are with what you want them to become. Once again, I found myself thanking my Dad for the lessons he taught me while letting me decide how to manage and control my youthful impulses. And through it all I knew my Mom and Dad loved me, even when they were angry at what I’d done. That time when we’d first moved to Texas and were in base housing and I’d accidentally put a hole in my bedroom wall play wrestling with Tim. Dad was angry, that would cost us money and this was Army property. You didn’t damage someone else’s property with carelessness. We fixed it, together. Dad made me do most of the work which seemed like a lot when I was 10, but I understood now it wasn’t really that difficult. The funny thing was it ended up being one of my favorite memories of Dad and I working together. And he told me when the paint was drying how proud he was of me, how I’d done an excellent job. “No, Andrew. I wouldn’t strap you even though you know stealing is bad.” Zeus finally replied. I wanted to ask him why, but it wasn’t time for him to see that yet. “Okay, but I did a bad thing. Would you let someone else give me a strapping?” Zeus scowled. “No. But I would make you give it back and I would tell you not to do it again.” “So, you wouldn’t strap Sleeper for doing something bad, and you wouldn’t strap me, and you won’t let someone else do it. Is strapping someone a good thing?” I asked. “I mean, hitting people is bad, right?” Zeus screwed up his face again. “You shouldn’t hit people, unless they deserve it.” Ah, good, I thought. Zeus COULD distinguish subtleties. “So, if Sleeper and I did something REALLY bad, REALLY deserved it… then you would give us a strapping?” “Andrew, no. You and Sleeper are good. I really like you. I couldn’t hurt you like that, even if you were really bad.” And my giant God sighed. Now. Maybe. “Gabriel. I don’t think Ezekiel liked you at all. If he loved you, like you love us, he wouldn’t have been able to do that to you, even if you were really bad. What Ezekiel did was bad, Gabriel. It was very bad.” “But…” Zeus trailed off. “Sleeper and I would never, NEVER give you a strapping no matter how bad you were, Gabriel. No one deserves that. Especially a child. You could do the worst thing you could possibly imagine, and we wouldn’t do it. Because we love you. You don’t hurt someone you love. When you love them, you do everything you can NOT to hurt them. Was your brother ever nice to you? Was he ever kind? Did he tell you he loved you?” Again, Zeus was lost in silent thought. His face became more and more troubled. He began blinking rapidly, and I saw his chest start to heave with short, shallow breaths. I think he was starting to panic. Thank God, Sleeper saw it too, and he immediately straddled the bench and pulled Zeus into a tight hug. “I love you, buddy.” I heard Sleeper whisper to him, nuzzling his face into Zeus’s head. “You’re a good man. A very good man.” And Sleeper kept whispering to him, in gentle soothing tones, much of which I couldn’t hear. At possibly the worst time, I heard the crunch of boots on gravel. “Hey boys!” Lance Corporal Potter announced. Something about the Marine’s complete obliviousness to what was happening irritated me. Refusing to read the situation was unforgivable. I shot up and spun around. Private Battles was with him. “No.” I said, staring them down. “Go inside.” “Corporal. Go inside, please, Corporal, I think you meant to say.” I looked at him, letting my eyes blink slowly. What a fucking dickhead. I gave Lance Corporal Dickhead, who could probably pick me up and break my back over his knee, a half grin. “Interesting. I don’t see a uniform. I don’t see a rank insignia. I could check my watch, but I’m going to take a guess and point out we aren’t on duty and it’s after duty hours. Which means if he isn’t in my chain of command I can tell a Marine Lance Corporal anything I want. With respect, Potter, this is Bravo business. Go inside… please.” I gave him credit for letting it go, even though I’d given him the out he still had the presence and grace to take it rather than puffing up. Maybe he was only half a dickhead. A baby dickhead. Like a nub. Lance Corporal Nub. Fuck yeah, he might never know his nickname but I was entertaining the thought of making sure the brothers knew it. He darted a look at Sleeper and Zeus. I thought I read a brief puzzled look of concern cross his face. “Okay. Let us know if you need our help. I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t look good. If you need us, we’ll be with you.” I reluctantly gave him credit for finally reading the situation and actually being a brother about it. Dammit all to fucking hell. I wanted someone to hate right now, someone closer than Zeus’s brother Ezekiel. Potter and Battles could take it, wouldn’t bother them at all if I was to be a dick right back. But then Corporal Nub had to go and be a decent human. I was still going with the nickname, I decided. I’d keep it to myself, but his pathetic attempt to pull rank… a Corporal pulling rank… seriously? That earned him the honor of keeping his nickname. Maybe it was the Lance grade in front of his Corporal, maybe it was that Marine blood. I wasn’t going to waste brain energy trying to figure it out. “Thanks, much appreciated. Zeus is going to be okay. We got his back.” “You know Brickmann, I didn’t get it before, why they’d choose you to be the leader. I think I do now.” And he nodded his head to Battles then went inside the barracks. Battles hung back a moment longer, staring at me with a considering look that reminded me of Kevin taking me apart. I think Battles had the same gears in his head. Hmmm, smart Marines. How unexpected. I think I liked them just a little bit more. I turned around and found Zeus and Sleeper in the same position. Zeus appeared a little less small, less shrunken in on himself. Sleeper was still nuzzled up against his ear with his eyes closed, his legs sandwiching Zeus’s larger hips and thighs. I unbuttoned my uniform shirt and took a quick look around, marking the building, the corners, the roofline, the other tables which were empty. A look behind me indicated no one was coming up the path. “All clear, Sleeper. Go ahead.” And I raised my arms in a big stretching yawn which opened up my shirt and covered three quarters of the view as I stood above them. The kiss I saw almost made me cry. ********** It was a couple minutes to bed check when we got inside. I bobbed my head in a nod to the Bravos at the unspoken question in their looks. They all immediately relaxed and if they weren’t already in their bunks under the blankets they quickly climbed in. I noticed Potter and Battles down the bay and gave them a nod of thanks. Nub and Gears. Maybe I’d let them in on it if we bonded during this course. I was pretty sure they would see the humor in it. Zeus seemed more himself as he walked to his rack. For the first time since I’d known him, Zeus undressed by his rack, hung his uniform in his locker, stripped off his undershirt and pulled out his pajamas. He stood there in just his white boxers. Again, the entire bay came to a stillness. I refused to look away from Zeus’s magnificent body, but if I did I knew I’d see everyone staring eagerly with looks that varied from complete adoration to lust. Just the way his muscles rippled and bunched when he moved was like a siren song that called to you and urged you to sink beneath the waves of his masculine strength. I felt like he was pulling me towards him yet I wasn’t moving, I couldn’t move if I wanted to, not until he told me to. Zeus pulled out his puppy dog pajamas, the ones his mother had sent him. I felt a smile come to my face. Now that I knew a bit more about how Zeus grew up, it was obvious that at least his mother loved him and that she probably hadn’t bought those pajamas for him. She’d probably made them, sewed them herself, which solved the mystery of how you get German Shepard puppy dog pajamas for a beast like Zeus. I’d never seen him put them on before, only ever seen him wear them, but somehow I felt this time was different for him. He paused for a moment and looked at them. He put a hand on one of the puppies that frolicked, stroking it with a couple fingers. He smiled, like a little boy on Christmas Day, lost in some memory of happiness. I had held myself together until then spurred on by anger and determination for my friend. All that left me suddenly as my tears started to fall. I couldn’t help but think that little boy was free now to become a man. We’d have to guide him there, teach him the things that his brother SHOULD have taught him instead of crushing his spirit but this was something the Bravos could do for our God. I knew I would have to stay on my toes. Some of the brothers had some stupid idiot ideas about what men should do. After Zeus dressed he climbed into his bunk. The duty Sergeant had done a bed check and turned out the main lights before leaving. I was almost asleep when Zeus’s voice echoed through the bay. “Good night everyone.” We didn’t say good night in the Army. Not like that, not to everyone. It felt weird, but then I questioned why. There’s nothing wrong with being nice. But then I remembered, if this wasn’t Jump School, we’d have a Sergeant screaming from the end of the bay to shut the fuck up and knock ourselves out or he’d come do it for us. That made me chuckle. “Good night Zeus, go to sleep.” I said back. “Good night John Boy.” Demon called out. Some smart ass from the randoms called out. “Good night Mary Ellen.” Which made everyone laugh. Yeah, like we were The Waltons. Zeus and Holler probably came the closest to being a Walton. Everyone laughed again when Zeus asked “Who’s Mary Ellen?” ******* TOWER WEEK The second week of the Army Basic Airborne Course was Tower Week. Everyone in the Bravos had made it through Ground Week. That’s not to say it was easy, we were just at the top of our game. Four of the randoms either dropped or cycled out for one reason or another - injury, unconquerable fear of heights, or lack of physical fitness were the most common reasons for soldiers to fail Ground Week but I couldn’t believe some of the failures were the result of lack of preparation and studying. Part of the course was knowing your equipment and procedure and the Black Hats constantly evaluated your proficiency and knowledge. Where were your hands? What was this part of the harness called? Were you paying attention to your Jumpmaster? We ran everywhere back and forth, barracks, chow, classroom, field. The 34 foot tower was no joke because it was high enough to put the thought in your head that if your equipment failed you’d plummet to your death. Stepping out that door the first time was a moment of faith. The first lesson of the day after our PT run of 3 miles (up from the 2 &1/2 miles during Ground Week) and breakfast was the Suspended Harness and Swing Landing Trainer, or the SLT. On the Suspended Harness were were clipped in to mock parachute riser slips, those two straps that came down from your parachute canopy that you used to guide your movement in the air. Our group and one other, about a hundred troops were all lined up under an open sided metal roofed building that contained overhead lines and hanging lift assemblies from which descended the mock riser slips that we were taught how to attach to our harnesses. Our Black Hats explained where to put our hands, how to grip, how to position our bodies and once again the repetition of keeping our knees and feet together and keeping our head down chin to chest. Frequently and repeatedly we pulled ourselves up from the ground using our grip on the riser slips to hand suspended using only the strength of our arms while the instructor pointed out corrections or what we should focus on. And while it wasn’t exactly groping, no body part was safe from a Black Hat’s hands so you got used to being touched everywhere. The Swing Landing Trainer was next. This was an apparatus similar to the Suspended Harness only with movement. From an eight foot high platform we individually stepped off to swing suspended as we moved horizontally down a zip line that was maybe 20 feet long. Again, we were reminded to keep our feet and knees together. You’d be surprised how easy that was to forget when you had five other things to focus on. That was deliberate, we were told. It had to be ingrained, unconscious, automatic. Feet and knees together was what kept you from a stupid avoidable injury during landing. And we practiced that PLF, the Parachute Landing Fall, again on the SLT but it was different because this time were were actually moving sideways rather than just falling vertically. It was kind of cool, I thought, because you hung swinging back and forth four feet off the gravel pit while the Black Hat called instructions to you and you had no idea when the drop would come. You had to be ready the entire time to execute your PLF. Everything was geared toward muscle memory and being able to do it in your sleep. And trust me, you dreamed about it at night. Over and over again we moved through the line to jump off that platform. By lunch time my groin hurt from the harness straps, and my hips ached. You didn’t always roll when you hit even though you tried. About half the time your feet hit and instead of rolling calves to knees to hips to shoulders you just went feet to hips. We were definitely doing massages again tonight. But after a while I was looking forward to stepping off that platform even though I hadn’t yet been able to ignore the jolt to my groin I knew was coming. Some of the guys were leaning forward to go off instead of a lean and step so they wouldn’t have to experience that jerk at the bottom. Of course they were corrected by the ever watchful Black Hat. We were taught how to detach ourselves from our canopy after laying on the ground. The rest of the morning was ground practice for the mock door mass exit, which thankfully gave our abused bodies a break from the punishment of harness chafe and hip and shoulder beating from the PLF. Fucking hell. The mass exit training involved attaching your static line clip to the anchor line, internalizing the timing of the Airborne Shuffle (that interval of shuffling that your entire line moved at towards the door) which was one second for each soldier, do not rush the door, do not pause at the door. The mock door was just three feet off the ground and it was a free standing actual C-130 door we’d eventually be jumping out of if we made it to Jump Week. The mock door was at the end of a 10 foot long wooden platform with steps and that was where we lined up. It started to feel real. We practiced handing off our static line to the Jumpmaster which was the strap that pulled our parachute out of our packs after we left the aircraft. Lean, step, feet together knees together, hit the ground with both feet, knees and feet together, no PLF, hop away keeping your feet and knees together. Did I mention keep your feet and knees together? Yeah, you should keep your feet and knees together. One of the big lessons was how to hold our static line and position of our arms while doing so. In class we were told a few horror stories of jumpers who got tangled in their static line and it wasn’t pretty. And we finally had our combat gear, our rucks, clipped to our harness below our reserve chute. “You will not pause at the door.” The Black Hat said to the group gathered by the platform. “Move forward in a smooth controlled shuffle. Follow the instructions of the Jumpmaster exactly and watch for his go. Your secondary Jumpmaster will control you with his hands towards the exit door.” The Jumpmaster was the Instructor who manned the exit door. There were actually two, one at the door to grab your static line and a secondary three steps away to do a final visual equipment check and verify you were clipped onto the anchor line properly with your arm in the right position and keep you moving. “It helps if you keep time in your head as the soldiers in front of you move - shuffle, step, exit. Shuffle, step, exit. Shuffle, step, exit. Do NOT touch or adjust your equipment as you move towards the exit. Keep your left hand firmly on your static line until the Jumpmaster pulls it from your hand. RELEASE your static line when he grabs it, NOT BEFORE. Your combat gear will feel unbalanced and awkward where it hangs from your harness down in front of you as you climb the steps but YOU ARE NOT TO LIFT IT OR MOVE IT IN ANY WAY. By this time you should know not to talk as you move toward your jump.” This would be the first time we practiced with our rucks clipped to the front of our harnesses and they hung in front of our thighs down just below our knees. The taller you were, the fewer problems you had, so Weeble was going to have a tough time of it. Between his helmet, main chute pack, his reserve and his ruck you almost couldn’t see a soldier. We were positioned in line in no specific order. I was in the rear of our group, not dead last but five men away. The morning was cold but it had warmed up to 42 degrees and it was grey and overcast. Everyone seemed eager for this. This was the last piece of the process of jumping. We’d been trained and practiced landing, moving, and exiting. After this we’d put it all together for mass exit training from the 34 foot tower. And after lunch, that was the rest of our day until 1600 hrs when we had to inspect then secure our gear and equipment and return it to the building where we’d pick it up again the next day. In spite of the amount of time we spent standing around waiting to practice our exit, we were all pretty exhausted. In the Airborne course we were of course free and at liberty after evening chow and some of the students went off for various fun or activities on the base. We’d all learned the first week that timing was important. The base gym was busiest just after 1700 hours, up until 1900 hours. So the Bravos tended to barracks duties until then. Our two Marines and the Navy Corpsman attached themselves to the brotherhood and had started to become unofficial members of the Bravos. Even though we were dragging ass, we still ran the mile and a half distance to the gym in our workout clothes. Half of the Bravos were focused on keeping up their general fitness and endurance, like Bootlicker, Wanker, Holler, Demon and Shark. They played half court basketball, did full body exercises on the mats along with pushups and sit-ups. The rest of us did weight training to build size and strength. We all started with some deep stretching using the buddy system to really push to full extension. Currently, I knelt behind Dumbo hugging him to twist his torso while he sat on the mat, holding the stretch. “Breathe, Dumbo.” I reminded him as I pulled him around just a little bit more. “Slow three count in…three count out. Okay, other way.” I let him rotate around to his left, grabbed him again and pulled. “Hold it, breathe…there you go. A little more… good.” I moved my hands to his ribs. “Left arm up, cross it behind your head to your right shoulder.” I grabbed his elbow with one hand, kept my other on his ribs. I pulled him over. “Ooooooohhhhh, yeah…”. He groaned as his sore muscles stretched. “Breathe.” I reminded him. While I was manipulating his body, I saw the Charlies walk in. I had a strange feeling come over me seeing the Charlies, like I was in two places at once. The time before we pulled our mutiny and thought the Charlies were all jackasses, and my recognition now that they were like an extension of the Bravos for me, my brothers. It was hard to reconcile. I wondered how much of our initial aversion to the Alphas, Charlies and Deltas was deliberately imposed competitiveness spurred on by the Sergeants. No, it was something else. Yeah, they definitely pitted us against each other. The Charlies were our main pain, Sarge letting us know every time the Charlies beat us in some qualification or task. We traded top rank with them over and over again, the Alphas and Deltas fighting it out for 3rd and 4th. The Charlies would take the lead, then we’d seize it back, then they’d outdo us, but we’d crush them again. We ran faster to beat the Charlies. We disassembled our various weapons and reassembled lightning quick to knock them back down to sniff our asses in second place. They’d never beaten us once in marksmanship. Navigation was always back and forth. We were champs at Comms and Intel because of Wanker and Bootlicker. We felt short in recon and mechanical. Strategy was a toss up, always, but I think that was because the Sarges got together to fuck with us, they loved fucking with us. It made the Bravos stronger, made everything an Us vs. Them situation. I got that tingling flush again. When you had an enemy, competition, doing well was not enough. You had to win. I had an idea. “Lamont!” I called to him. We didn’t have a chance to talk after we met up the evening of our first day. I hadn’t actually seen them during our training every day, and every evening I had the Bravos studying or doing barracks business. This past weekend would have been the first opportunity, but again I had a ton of shit to do. Thank God Sleeper and Zeus did my laundry waiting their turn in line. Who knows what the randoms did, most of them left the barracks to run amok on the base and enjoy themselves. I hoped the Bravos wouldn’t lose their focus like that. Time enough for fun and games after we accomplished whatever little game the higher ups in Command had in store for us. I knew there was a plan, you couldn’t miss the signs of our special training, keeping us as a group. I still wasn’t sure how we’d been selected or why, only that we were selected as individual soldiers from a diverse occupational background. We might never know. Lamont and the Charlies came to the mats. “How’d Ground Week go? Did everyone get through?” I asked him. “Hey Assmunch. Yeah, of course. Didn’t seem that hard. Hell, after Graf and Sergeant Horvath driving us to near collapse I’m not sure anything could take one of us out. How’d the Bravos do?” “Same, brother. Every now and then I give them a taste of our Sarge so they don’t get complacent.” I replied. Lamont chuckled. He leaned in and whispered. “Me too. I’ll never forget that hairy bastard.” “Want to stretch with us? I have a proposition.” I told him. “I’m intrigued. Sure.” “Sleeper,” I called to my best friend. “Go get the Bravos. We’re going to have a competition with our brothers, the Charlies.” I helped Lamont do his stretches, outlining my plan. “What are the stakes?” He asked. “I’d like to make it Platoon stakes, but can’t think of a prize we can all do easily as a group. So what about individual stakes? Match by match?” I offered. “Yeah, I think the guys would go for it. Good workout, too.” He responded. “Okay, you and I will choose the match ups, try to keep things even. Laundry service next weekend is the prize. Whoever loses has to do their winner’s laundry.” “Perfect. You go talk to your guys, I’ll talk to mine.” I went over to the Bravos and told them the plan. They were seriously hyped up. I figured they would be, it was the Charlies. Just then an older soldier, maybe in his late 30’s, came up to us. He was wearing marine silkies that showed his thick powerful bare thighs. “You guys done with the mats?” He asked. “Uh, not exactly. We were just about to start some hand to hand matches between our two groups.” I explained. “We can wait a bit if you need to use them, or give you some space. We only need a little for the matches.” “Actually,” he said looking around and taking us all in. He lingered just a little longer on Zeus and Sleeper. “I think I’d like to see this. Need a ref?” That was a relief. It was better to have an outside ref, otherwise Lamont and I would have to argue. “Absolutely!” I agreed. “Glad to have you. Private Brickmann, Airborne Course. Army.” I stuck my hand out. “Major Collins. Marines.” He shook my hand. Now, you might think because we were out of uniform, at the gym, outside of duty hours it would be first names and casual. And it would have been if our rank had been anywhere close. He wasn’t being a dick, and I certainly wasn’t bragging about being an Army Private. But you avoided mistakes if everyone knew where they stood. He didn’t want to hide his rank because there were certain things he HAD to report if he saw them, and he wanted me to know. I needed to let him know I was a trainee at Jump School. “A pleasure, Sir.” I said. “You ever do one of these?” I asked him. “Oh, here and there.” He said evasively. I chuckled. “Lamont, come meet the Major”. I called. Lamont came right over and stuck out his hand. “Private Lamont, Airborne Course. Army.” “My pleasure Private.” Major Collins said. “Lamont, Major Collins has offered to ref for us. Major, we usually do submission rules. Is that satisfactory?” “You’ve matched before?” He asked. “Yes, Sir. Many times. We don’t mess around, and everyone knows when to call it. You won’t have any idiots holding out too long here.” “Good, let’s keep it fun, but intense. Don’t want anyone to get dropped because of some off duty injury. ” “That’s the plan, Sir. My guys are the Bravos. Lamonts are the Charlies. Lamont, let’s get Zeus out of the way first. It’s never fair, no matter who you select to go against him.” “Yeah, it’s just sad to watch. I may as well send my weakest, Kilpatrick. Maybe he’ll just hug the big guy to death. I swear he’s got a crush on him.” I laughed. “We all have a crush on Zeus, bro.” Major Collins broke in. “Zeus is the big guy over there?” “Yeah.” I answered. “No one can even give him a challenge. He sits out most of the time.” “How about you two? Will you participate?” The Major asked. “We weren’t going to because we had to ref. But if you’re doing it, I’d like to. This is the first time we wouldn’t match in a Platoon challenge.” “Good. You guys go last then, against each other.” He suggested. “Give your guys one last chance to get some payback no matter which side has more losses. Seeing their leaders go head to head is good for them. And if you’re throwing away the match with Zeus, maybe I can start this off with some excitement.” He grinned and raised an eyebrow. Now Major Collins was absolutely in prime physical shape. Six feet tall, just slightly taller than me. He had to be 230, definitely knew his way around the weight room. His thighs alone could probably crush a man’s skull. The Major’s experience and Marine training would negate most of Zeus’s advantages of height and strength, which meant Zeus would have to be smart. “I think you might find it harder than you’re expecting, Sir. He’s a beast.” I warned him. “Outstanding.” The Major grunted. Just like a Marine to think getting the piss beaten out of him was a fun night out. Oh fuck, this was going to be good. “Zeus! You’re up first.” I called. “Sweats off, Zeus. This is going to be a real challenge. The Major respectfully requests that you don’t hold anything back.” Zeus took off his sweatpants and sweatshirt and stood there in his tee shirt and PT shorts. “Well fuck me.” Major Collins mumbled. “You get used to it.” I said. “Mostly.” “Submission rules, just like before. Let’s give them some room, brothers.” “I’m fighting a Major, Andrew?” Zeus questioned. “I’m not a Major in the ring, soldier. I’m your enemy. If you hold anything back I will crush you.” Major Collins said. He gave Zeus an intense stare. Zeus blinked, then looked at me. I nodded. Sleeper clapped him on the back and whispered something to him. Suddenly Zeus’s eyes changed, and I could swear I saw a predator sizing up his prey as he looked at the Marine Officer. “Start!” Lamont called out. Right out of the fucking gate Zeus took three steps and went into a grapple with Collins. Without a pause Zeus dropped his left shoulder suddenly, slipping free of the Major’s grip and drove his shoulder into Collins’ midsection, wrapped his arm around his waist to lift him off the ground and then arched back to throw the Major to the mat behind him. Zeus immediately flipped over and dove to try to pin the Major, but Collins wasn’t having any of it. He rolled away and was on his feet in less than two seconds. Zeus had sprung to his own feet right after failing to get Collins under him. “Nice move. It won’t work again.” Collins taunted. “I don’t need it to.” Zeus said calmly. Dangerously. Collins moved fast, way too fast. He was inside Zeus’s defense too fast for Zeus to grab him or hit him, and he got his left leg behind Zeus’s knee just as his forearm struck Zeus’s chest. Zeus began to tilt back in a fall. If Collins got him down it might end because I was pretty sure the Major knew about 50 ways to immobilize an opponent on the ground. But Zeus wasn’t a pushover… literally or figuratively. He twisted his torso opposite Collins’ position while grabbing the arm that struck him, using his own backwards momentum and body weight to drag the Major off his feet and over his body to throw him to the mat. Zeus learned his lesson from the first throw and this time he didn’t let the Major go from his grip. By now, our large group on the mats had drawn some attention, and others from the gym were coming over to watch. “Is that the Major?” I heard someone say. The Major had wisely flung his legs away when he was pulled over and he kicked his feet on the mat to flip himself back over on top of Zeus. Now they were face to face with the Marine on top. “Mount! Don’t let him inside, Zeus!” Sleeper called out. “Guard! Guard!” Zeus’s feet were planted on the mat and he managed to bring his right elbow in before Collins could wedge his head and shoulder. Zeus lifted his hips while forcing the Marine’s chest away with his right elbow. At the same time Collins was attempting to lock Zeus’s legs with his own. Zeus thrust up and forced Collins to disengage and they both scrambled back to their feet. Collins immediately tried for a head strike but Zeus turned into the attempted blow, brushed it aside with his forearm, spun and delivered an elbow to the Marine’s midsection. Collins was too savvy to let him get full contact and he danced back, abandoning his try to wrap Zeus’s chest with his other arm and bringing his knee up for a kidney shot which Zeus easily deflected with the arm that was in position from his elbow shot. The action happening was so rapid it seemed like each of them knew the other’s move before it happened, like a choreographed dance. I felt my pulse racing. I’d never seen Zeus go full out like this. They separated, studying each other. Neither was even breathing hard. Without an indication or warning, the Marine spun and kicked high towards Zeus’s head and my stomach clenched. It happened in the blink of an eye and I knew Zeus was going to get slammed. Fuck the Major was fast. Zeus’s right hand shot up just as the Major’s heel got within a foot of his head and the Marine’s ankle smacked into Zeus’s hand. The force of the kick had to be incredible but Zeus’s hand barely moved from the impact. Zeus’s huge hand gripped the Major’s ankle, Zeus ducked, twisted under Collins’ leg yanking his foot around and he pulled, hard. The Major was flung spinning face down to the mat and Zeus was already falling, his fist still wrapped around his opponent’s ankle. It was going to be a pin. Before Zeus made it down Collins flipped onto his back using Zeus’s hold on his leg to pull his knees in. If Zeus hit, Collins was going to deliver a double knee right to Zeus’s stomach. Zeus dive rolled, releasing the Major’s ankle, and somersaulted to his feet, facing away. Collins didn’t waste the opportunity having rolled to his knees he dived towards the back of Zeus’s legs but Zeus was already moving, dancing away. He allowed Collins to get to his feet. “I thought someone like you might be more accustomed to offensive moves and neglect defense, but you grab offensive opportunity from your defensive moves.” Collins said to Zeus. “You’re very fast, Sir.” Zeus replied. “But you’re not strong enough.” “I don’t need to be stronger than you, soldier.” Collins replied mysteriously. Their match had drawn a large crowd, and I think just about everyone that was in the gym had come to watch. Even the Charlies were cheering Zeus on, and the rest of the gym crowd was cheering on the Marine Major. “Then you should probably start fighting for real, Sir.” Zeus said. Huh? I didn’t see the Major holding back at all. Every attempted move or strike seemed intended to disable Zeus completely. Collins smiled at Zeus. “I’ll give you the same advice. You won’t hurt me too badly, and if I land anything on you you’ll have to cycle back through the course because you won’t be able to move for the next few days. So it’s up to you. Take me out in the next five moves or you lose your place in the course. I have nothing to lose. You have everything to lose.” The worried look on Zeus’s face when he heard the Marine’s words was quickly replaced by determination. The crowd had gone silent, most likely thinking the same thing I was thinking - they hadn’t been fighting all out? They’d just been toying with each other? And then the blows started, too fast to figure out, each movement, spin, punch, knee, kick, turn, dodge and block became another move, another attack. Blows were landed but neither of them allowed the full force of the blow to be absorbed. A turn to the side to avoid a head shot became a return knee to the midsection, which was blocked and became an attempt to grab the knee or waist, which opened up the opponent’s neck and shoulders for a drop elbow. Kicks were flung, blocked, countered and leveraged for opportunity to seize, twist or make a strike to a joint. Now both Zeus and the Major were grunting and sweat was pouring. I looked at my watch, this had gone on for 10 full minutes. Each of them had been knocked to the mat where the other tried for a submission, but neither could immobilize the other. Hell, I was sweating just watching this. It stopped being fun and easy and seemed like they were seriously trying to hurt each other. I nudged Lamont. “Should we stop this?” I whispered to him. “I think they are both loving the hell out of this, Assmunch. Let’s just trust them to know where to draw the line.” He answered. That was fine for him to say, it wasn’t his soldier at risk. The last thing I wanted was for Zeus to be cycled because he got hurt sparring. I’d give it another minute or so. It didn’t last that long. Collins began with a series of moves that seemed designed to flow into each other, and elicit specific defensive moves from Zeus. Zeus did not disappoint, but I got the distinct feeling I was watching a chess match. I knew a sacrifice was coming up, one designed to create an opening. Collins was leading Zeus, moving him exactly where he wanted him. Zeus was doing well, predicting every one of the Major’s moves. A puzzled look crossed Zeus’s face. I think he was figuring it out, but I didn’t think it would be in time. Collins would make his move soon, I could feel it, see his body getting ready. He was going to let Zeus hit him with everything, leave Zeus an opening he couldn’t refuse, but it would leave Zeus open to some trick or counter that would put an end to him. Just what the fuck was the Major planning to do? I almost couldn’t take it. I’d started out figuring the Major would win, but over the course of the match it looked like Zeus stood a chance. But now I was tense. I was back to concluding Zeus would lose but I feared the loss would be something brutal. Anything less and the Major would fail to submit him. Suddenly, it was there. Collins left his right side exposed, daring Zeus to take a shot. I begged him silently to miss it. I saw a resigned grin flash on Zeus’s face and he took the shot. Which allowed the left side of Zeus head to be open. Collins’ fist was already halfway to Zeus’s face when Zeus’s fist made contact with the Major’s ribs. I gave the Marine credit, he never flinched. He was committed to his plan. A half second after Zeus rocked him in the ribs, he was struck in the jaw by the Major’s knuckles. Zeus went down like a demolished building.1 point
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Part 2 Alan took a hard fuck for nearly ten minutes from this mega-hung stud. The two students were still at the urinals, wanking their hard cocks in awe that this lad, not much older than were they, was able to take such hard abuse. Eventually, the frenzied fucking climaxed when the hung guy dumped his load in the boy. I realised my opportunity, reached into my bag again and pulled out a bottle of cologne and gave my wrists a quick spritz. I had a wicked idea in mind, and so did the hung guy, who ordered Alan to "Clean my cummy cock, bitch,". Then I heard them moving around next door. Sneaking a peek, I saw the guy who had fucked Alan was now seated on the toilet, and Alan's face was buried in the crotch of the big dicked man. That left Alan's arse up in the air, the hole open slightly, two loads of fresh cum slowly trickling out, only to be soaked up by the fabric of his jock. A nice touch, I thought, and wondered if he'd been wearing the jack all day around the office. I made a mental note to look out for it in future. I unzipped, pulled-out my cock, and got into position behind Alan. While I couldn't compete for size with the monster that had just been up him, still I knew my cock head juts out from the shaft in a way most guys love when it's pounding them, so I squished it into his wet hole. Leaning forward, more shaft went in, and I held Alan's head so he wouldn't look around, and to give him a good chance to smell my freshly-applied cologne. As if he could smell anything through the poppers and the cock now pushing insistently past his tonsils. My hips started bucking. I thought about the girls in the office who batted their eyelashes at him, eyed his buttocks as he went to lunch and giggled to each other when he left the room. If they could see him now - so cock-crazed he hadn't realised the guy using his hole as a cum dump was the same guy who sat opposite him at work. No names, no faces, even. And no condoms: the boy wanted the load, and no giggly media studies graduate who worried about her pedicure was about to give him that. I didn't want to risk going for the long haul and being discovered. In addition, I figured Alan was more into the load than the fuck, so I didn't hold back from squirting my pent-up spunk into his arse. After I blew my load, I quickly nipped back to the other cubicle to wipe down with some toilet roll, rather than run the risk of being identified. A student, meanwhile, quickly took my place. I actually wondered if Alan had noticed the switch. The kid was huffing on the poppers so hard I thought it was a possibility - I hadn't made a big deal of cumming, and we were all moving as quietly as we could. Just then, the furtive atmosphere was broken by the crackle of a walkie talkie. Into the toilet walked a policeman in full gear. As he took in the room, everyone froze. He was heavy built, mid thirties, and bearded. He looked at me, then Alan, sandwiched between the hung guy and one of the students. "Ok," he said into his microphone, "I'm in the ******** park men's toilets. Nobody here." The policeman batted the student who was fucking Alan away, saying "Move out, son. I haven't long. I'm on duty." I watched the cop pull-out a thick cut cock with a heavy PA through the helmet, and heard Alan cry out as it went in deep. "This your boy?" the cop asked the man on the toilet. "Nah," said the hung man, "I just found him taking loads today. Gave him mine a minute ago. He's a good sucker, getting me ready to fuck one of those lads." The look on the students' faces was priceless: lust meets apprehension. The cop grunted, came, and pulled-out, ordering one of the students to "Clean this. I got to get back." The younger looking of the two students went down on his knees and quickly cleaned the cop's spunky cock. The first student got back inside Alan and pushed the cop's load deeper. t looked like he'd rather be there than have to take hung guy's cock for round two. The policeman left, saying, "You've got forty minutes until the next patrol, and they might not be as much fun as me." He left, and the other guys rearranged, so that hung guy was pushing the student who'd sucked the cop against a wall, trying to get his thick cock into a very tight hole. I stayed long enough to watch him get it in - with a lot of pushing, spit, and complaints from the kid. But if you don't want ten inches up the arse, don't flash it in a cottage, I guess. I was a bit disappointed that Alan didn't offer the kid the poppers: we might have to talk about him being a team player in his next skills review. Just as the cop's motorbike purred out of the car park, I stepped out into the fresh air. It was still pretty light, and I continued my walk home, thinking 'So, the new boy at work is a bareback bottom slut. This could be interesting'. I wondered if I could keep a straight face when I saw him the next morning. Then I wondered if he'd be walking straight after that massive cock. I also wondered if he'd recognise the smell of my cologne.1 point
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I like pissing inside asses. Especially if the bottom doesn't know it's coming. I let him think I'm just recovering after shooting my load and am reluctant to pull out lol. I fucking love it when the warmth starts to spread and they reaiize what's happening lol.1 point
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