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So I 44m he is a 20yo South American boy who I have dating for about a month now after chatting online for a year. Over the past year he has told me how he loves seeing my slam videos online and how sexy I was. I asked him a few times if he partied like that , his response was a stern “NO” but he didn’t mind that I did. In my head I thought to myself “. If I can get him to hang just one night , I will get him slamming and loving it . So finally after a year of begging to go on a date he finally messaged me and asked me on a date. We made plans for that Friday for me to come to his place and we order in and watch a movie and just chill. Friday finally came and as I was packing a bag a of course packed all my pointing supplies , hehe, in hopes I would get to convert him . When I got to his place I was so nervous I could barely even speak especially since he came to the door wearing just a jockstrap. I was in awww as a gazed over his young furry (in all the right places ) muscular frat type body and huge package . His reply was “I knew you had a jockstrap fetish so I wore this for you “. He then made me strip down to my jockstrap then brought me in to his living room, while he went to the kitchen to grab drinks . I sat on the couch waiting for him to come back with our drinks. He sits next to me and we immediately start talking about Tina , mainly him asking tons of questions and me answering til about the 10th one and was like “how about I just show you “. He got really shy and quick change the topic “so tell me about your ex’s” he said , I told him how my past bf’s we were in open relationships, we loved having our cake and eating it to . (Him being so young ,20 , of course didn’t understand that saying). So I just continued explaining my history. I especially loved hearing about their hookups , turned me on knowing they were out slamming with other guys and getting fucked by the entire city . My friends would text me pics of my bf getting fucked by them or getting fucked at the party they were both at . He stated he has never been in an open relationship, but it sounds fun and is very interested. Earlier in the evening I asked him if he wanted to slam , he says to me , he definitely wants to try tina just not tonight as he is fumbling with his jockstrap,trying to hide a massive boner . (The kid is 5”10 170lbs with a 10x8 massive uncut cock ). Ha by the looks of it something wants it now. He tells me that on Saturday mornings he takes care of his 80yo uncle , his uncle counts on him so much . I was like well that’s just an amazing act of goodness(definitely scored some points there ), It was getting late so I decided to call it night just go home then and try another time. But then as we were hugging he made the first move by sucking on my neck and before u knew I had him bent over the back of the sofa and was eating his hot 24yo hairy ass and him begging for my Cock. We fucked for a couple hours til we both shot our loads all over each other just as his roomate was coming in the front door. Which was fucking so hot! We ended up falling asleep naked on his deep oversized couch. I wake next morning to his roomate on the other end of the couch jerking his 20 something huge cock , (kids these days all have monster dicks). So of course I crawl over between his legs and just start deep throating the fuck out of this kids Dick , He cums in a matter of seconds , shoots ropes upon ropes of cum down my throat , so much that I couldn’t even swallow anymore , and as I pull away from his cock it’s still shooting all over the couch between his legs and i swear it kept using cum for 15 min . It was the hottest thing ever . He says “you should see this cum shot when he fucks my boys ass”. He finally wakes up an hour later , and the three of us fucked before I had to leave for work at 11. As I was leaving I told the boy that I get off at 7 so let’s hangout again. He said of course but had a shitty grin on his face as I walked away. I didn’t think much of him since he said he was going to help be helping his uncle til around 5pm when I hadn’t heard from him all afternoon even after texting him a couple times. 7pm rolls around and I am heading home , I decide to call him to see if we are still on for tonight, he answers but his voice sounds really different, now it’s a change of voice pitch that I am very familiar with since I am a slammer and I could here porn playing in the background. I was like hey what’s going on where are u ? He replied “I did it babe , Please don’t be mad “ Did what I replied “I slammed babe , “. I was instantly rock hard and told him “ fuck no I am not mad, it’s fuckn hot babe , and so hot that ur fucking honest “. He tells me that he was so turned on by our conversation last night that he met up with a 78yo muscle daddy that begged him to let him slam him for the first time. My boy told the man that he has a Bf ( which I thought was so fuckn hot ). And that the guy didn’t care and told my boy that I could join later . My boy knowing that it turns me on hearing my bf hooking up he ran with it. When I called they were getting ready to slam for third time , i asked for them to wait and the old man said no but he can watch via FaceTime . So I immediately FaceTime call my boy , only to see him naked hard as a rock in a sling and twacked the fuck out and here comes this hot old guy with a huge thick cock and syringe with a hefty amount of fluid in it. When I asked the size , the daddy replies .8 . I was like fuckkkkkk that’s so hot. I watched him stick the needle in my boys arm and then just rams the plunger down pushing all that meth it into my boys body.. My boy jolts up starts coughing and talking tweaker talk as his blasts off to another dimension, he’s coughing he’s thrashing around telling the daddy to fuck him , fist him , use him repeatedly over and over again and telling me to get over there now so I can fuck him up more. I got home ,stripped out of my clothes , and was sitting naked on the couch watching this video old man use and abuse my boy when my roommate walks out of his room into mine with needles in hand, hands me one and we slam up. I show him my boy in action, he says let go fuck him up with that guy . It was so hot hearing my friend wanting to do that with my bf . So we got dressed and went over to the guys house. A different guy answered the door and let us in , he was naked and rock hard and sweating profusely, he guided us back to the man cave where I met the old man and find my boy in a sling with three daddies around him. I went over and kissed him as well as praising him for doing this today . He smiled at me and begged me to slam him , I turned around and the old man had the slams already for me. They again were .8 and it was less than two hours since he last was slammed, I was hesitant at first til the old man ordered me to slam my boy again . So I did , and watched him go into total whore pig ecstasy. I fuckn loved it , watching him get plowed while I laid on the bed so the old man could slam me up and have his way me. Omg that .8 was amazing. We fucked and slammed two more times til morning everyone had left and the old man was past out on the couch . So we laid there in the old man’s bed tweaking out like crazy , he still rock hard with cum oozing out of his hole. I kept eating from my fingers . He kept telling me how this was the best night of his life and can’t wait to do it again. I was like fuck yeah we definitely will my little Chem whore. Stay horned for part 2

New story. I'll be releasing 2 parts. I might write more if enough men like it. Hope it isn't going too dark. Maybe you'll want it to go darker. Let me know. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 1 Some may say that what I do is wrong. Some may say it’s unethical. Some may say it twists the laws of nature unnaturally. They’d be right. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I stood at the bar of Club Baridos, drinking a beer, watching as a hoard of college students danced. It was spring break, and every year there was an influx of uninhibited kids looking for a good time. Busses shuttled them here from all over the country, sometimes all over the globe. We had alcohol, drugs, sex. There wasn’t anything else they could want, meaning we attracted thousands at a time. This was good for me because I liked having a selection. I originally stopped at the club to pass along some “contraband” to the owner, a friend who often tipped me off to suggestible young men looking for a “daddy” to take control for a few hours. I wasn’t for hire. I just had an insatiable need to fuck. At this time in my life, money meant little. The contraband was just for fun. The only need I had was to have my bare cock buried deep in a man’s ass. I’d already fucked a student that morning, a young man from UCLA, a Junior studying business. I think his name was Keith. I didn’t ask what he studied or where he went. I also didn’t want to know his name. He told me all of this because he had gotten nervous once I got him back to my place. Clearly, he had been new to the whole “bottom” thing. He wasn’t new anymore. I broke him in like a pro. I also made sure he left with a parting gift. He had been a good fuck, even if his talents hadn’t developed yet. Still, there’s nothing like slamming your dick so far up into a man’s body that their eyes roll back, their heads contort backwards, every muscle and vein in their neck straining as they try to breathe. Their hands grasp at either the sheets or my arms which hold them down. For most, their dicks, which I make sure are left untouched, are rock hard and shooting cum along their stomachs. If I’ve done a very good job, they’re shooting up to their chins, sometimes shooting into their mouths which are open in silent screams of ecstasy. Even with that morning fuck, I was ready for more. I turned away from the crowd in the club and looked into a mirror mounted on the wall. I lifted the tight sleeve of my left arm and could see the faint markings of my biohazard tattoo. In dim lighting, it was almost unnoticeable. When I’m fucking a chaser, I don’t mind if it’s seen. Most of the time, that’s when the tattoo is at its darkest. For now, it was fairly faded, proving my dick had been doing its job well. One more fuck and it would be absent for nearly a year, their time now mine. These “innocent” lives used to give me more time, my tattoo fading for years at a time, their expected years left lasting only a fraction of what they used to now. Times had changed. My days were lessening, even when I passed them off to someone else momentarily. I never got the same amount of time for each guy. Every fuck was a gamble. Good thing I'm addicted to both fucking and gambling. Sound fucked up? It is, but that’s the kind of man I am. All I had to do now was find the guy. Whose time would be running out, becoming my own? I scanned the room, watching the dancing students, and immediately spotted a young man who was standing at the outer edge of the dancefloor, his eyes focused on the movement at the center of the club. The lights gleamed in his eyes, the neon strobes revealing a bright smile. There was stubble across his face, just enough to allude to the fact that he could grow a full beard if he wanted. His black hair was cut short on the sides and styled on top. My mind instantly imagined what it would be like to have my hands running through his hair, grabbing tight, and forcing my dick down his throat. He wore a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing what looked to be a defined chest covered in hair. I had nothing against men who shaved, but I preferred men to look natural, rugged. These college students were at their prime, their bodies proving them to be adults while their minds were still wired to act on impulses. They were the perfect choice for me, and this young man was my selection. I made my way through the crowd, my eyes focused on him. I caught the eyes of several lusting individuals. Standing at six foot four, I’m usually the tallest in the room. My wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms take up space and attract attention. I know my greatest asset is my body, so I keep myself in shape. Having once been in the military, I found I looked good with shorter hair, and it gave me a look of dominance. I was the picture of the perfect alpha, even turning other alphas around and fucking the dominance out of them. To put it plainly, I was the definition of sexy. I was the definition of a predator. I moved myself until I was standing next to the young man, my presence unnoticed by him so far. He was distracted by those dancing, his foot tapping along with the music. “Don’t you like to dance?” I asked, making sure my voice could be heard without having to yell. He turned to me, curious to why a stranger was making conversation with him, and then smiled once he saw who was trying to gain his attention. “Not really,” he said, his voice cracking for a moment. He looked embarrassed, something which I found adorable. I also knew he would be easy to convince. “I’m surprised your girlfriend isn’t dragging you out there against your will,” I said. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Oh, sorry.” “Actually,” he said, looking me over, as if noticing me for the first time. “I’m gay.” “I see,” I said, having already known this. It was easy to tell, at least for me. I could always tell if a man was straight, gay, bi, or whatever. Even if he were straight, it would only add a few extra minutes of convincing to get him on his back, legs up, hole open, his dick ignored. Him being gay and seeing how he kept glancing up at me, his six foot frame the perfect height to admire my chiseled features, I knew it would take little convincing to get him where I wanted him. It was where he wanted to be too, he just didn’t know it yet. “I’m amazed none of the drunk twinks have thrown themselves at your feet just to suck your dick.” His eyes grew wide at the thought, a slight smile turning his mouth. “I’m not… uhm… I’m not very good with… all that.” “All what?” I asked. I knew how I looked to this young man. I looked concerned, caring, genuinely interested in what he was saying and why. Practice makes perfect. He opened his mouth to answer, but I could tell his shyness was getting the best of him. Even though he oozed sex appeal, clearly his confidence was lacking. This was perfect for me. “What?” I asked. “Sex?” A wide grin filled his face as his cheeks grew red. “Uh, yeah. Basically.” I scoffed. “Yeah right,” I told him. “I’m sure men are throwing themselves at you all the time.” “Not really,” he said. “Well, that can’t be true,” I said. “I mean, look at you.” With my words, he started to look himself over, as if my recognition of him was presenting himself to him for the first time. “I’d take my chance asking you out if I was younger,” I said. “You know, more your type.” His smile faded a bit. “What’s my type?” “Like I said, twinks. Those thin men, youthful, hairless. The type who look as if they haven’t hit puberty yet, but are actually legal.” As I painted him a picture, I saw his face turn in disgust. It was almost too easy. “I don’t like those type of guys,” he said, making sure he made his point. “Oh really? And what kind of men do you like?” “I like,” he said, looking me over, eyes taking in every inch of my body, “you.” “Really?” I said, grinning. “Like you,” he quickly corrected, embarrassed again. “Men like you. That’s what I meant. I like men like you.” “What? Old?” “No,” he said, a bit of his confidence returning. “Older. Older than me. Thirties. Forties. How old are you?” “Older than you,” I said, winking. Though I doubt he noticed, I watched as his tongue stuck out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. “I don’t like hairless guys or scrawny guys.” “So, someone with your body type?” I asked, reaching out a hand and opening the top of his shirt a bit, looking at his strong, hairy chest. “Yeah,” he said, eyes looking down at my hand, nearly touching him but painfully apart. “But stronger. Bigger. You know, like I said. Someone like you.” I moved my hand back to my side, noticing how his body leaned toward me, trying to get closer to reclaim the space I’d taken away. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll find many men like that here,” I said, looking through the club. “But, you’re here,” he said. I looked down at him, watching as the lights gleamed in his lusting eyes. I smiled. “I am,” I said. I had him. ** My apartment wasn’t far, and the walk there was quick as I felt the anticipation of the young man growing, his pace moving us along. “What’s your name?” he asked me as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. “Hunter,” I said, smiling. If he only knew, he’d understand the irony in my name. “What’s yours?” “Austin,” he said. “Sexy name,” I told him, leading him down the hall. I opened the door and motioned him inside, watching as he crossed the point of no return. I had a nice apartment. It wasn’t too flashy, but it wasn’t a mess. I routinely had men over, so I had to make sure everything looked nice. He looked around, taking everything in. “Do you want a drink?” I asked him. “Whiskey,” he said, the word sounding almost foreign coming out of his mouth. I would have guessed that he’d only been twenty-one for a short period, and I had the feeling that he hadn’t been one to drink anything harder than beer while in high school. The excitement of being here along with the drink would send him into overdrive, delivering him into my hands easily. I made him his drink, making sure there was a considerable amount of whiskey, my own drink having less. I wanted a clear head. He drank his drink quickly, whatever nerves he was feeling quickly silenced. “Another?” I asked, sipping mine. “I’m fine,” he said, handing me the glass, eyes wide as the alcohol still burned through his system. I put our glasses down and reached out to him, grabbing his sides, pulling him closer to me. “You are fucking gorgeous,” I told him, looking down into his face, my eyes moving down to his chest. “I’m glad I got to you first before anyone else did. I probably wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise.” His hands moved up along my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath. He looked in my eyes and leaned forward, pushing his lips against mine. His mouth opened up for me without protest, his need for me to accept him breaking down whatever barriers he’d normally have in place. He desperately needed me to want him, unable to recognize that I had wanted him even before he’d seen me. I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling him against me, our chests pressed together, strained gasps for air adding extra force. His crotch pressed against mine, and I could feel his dick already fully hard and rubbing against my own erection. Our need to explore each other grew in intensity, his hands moving down my body and grabbing at my shirt. “Wait,” I said, breaking our kiss. I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom where I turned on the dim lights I knew would be able to hide the faded remnants of my tattoo. “That’s better.” He tried kissing me again, but I lifted a hand and rested a finger against his lips, giving him a wink. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my strong, muscled, hairy chest beneath, but I kept it on, my tattoo still a secret. His eyes drifted down my chest, following the thick trail of hair which continued down below my jeans. Once again, his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “Disappointed?” I asked. He looked into my eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Actually, I’m worried you’ll be disappointed in me.” “That can’t be farther from the truth,” I said, stepping toward him and taking his shirt in hand, my fingers unbuttoning until his chest and abs were revealed. He too sported a trail of hair down to his pants, and I was sure with age it would thicken (would have thickened), rivaling even mine. I moved my hands beneath the shirt and over his shoulders, causing the shirt to slip off. His body was even hotter than I imagined. He clearly went to the gym, but he wasn’t overly muscular. I imagined in his future, once college was done, he’d probably add on a few pounds around his gut and become a bear-to-be. Again, this would not happen now, not once I was done with him. Instead, he was a cub, and I was ready for more.

Last Sunday a local club organised a horse fair. I charged my husband, a 38 year old bare slut, to get prepared and queue at the designated time, and take cock. He arrived at 15h, and was one of about 10 mares getting ready. He got hooded and tagged with a red mark to indicate he takes raw cock. This suited the words "cum dump" i wrote on his ass cheeks: i wanted him to get bred. By 16h, a group of about 20 stallions started filling the room. My man is very handsome, so in tthe course of 2,5h he took around 20 dicks anonymously. I arrived at the club around 17h30, by which time he had 14 marks on his ass cheek. I wasted little time. Large gusts of seed escaped his cunt while i fucked him, but i didnt cum - i handed him over to other random men, and he took 24 loads before me and a friend double fucked him and bred him. i filled 6 cunts that evening.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 24. Tom and Dan went home on Sunday afternoon. On the bus ride, they had considered Mark and Peter's proposal to move in with them. The thought that they could even make money letting men fuck their ass made them giggle. From the bus, Tom texted David that they had both heard what David said yesterday in the sauna. David suggested that the boys could come through them on the way home so they could talk in peace. The rest of the family is visiting relatives and they don't come home until late. The brothers arrived at David's house directly from the bus terminal. David opened the door and was wearing only very tiny lycra sports shorts. The outline of David's big cock was clearly visible through the shorts. David led the boys to sit on the couch and offered them a drink. "It was a really exciting sight to see both of you there in the sauna with your asses on offer," stated David. "Is it so you don't refuse any load," asked David. The brothers nodded shyly. "Then you must be eating prep regularly," continued David. The brothers looked shyly at each other and Dan said that they are not medicated. "Holy shit, you've got to be really careful. That place is always full of all kinds of sick bastards. I'll never fuck holes in there that you can be sure don't carry diseases." "But how can you be sure of that," asked Tom. "Usually I only fuck young holes. For example, Dan was a virgin yesterday and you Tom was a week ago. It's pretty unlikely that your holes have had time to corrupt yet," said David. "But you fucked us both in the sauna and our asses were full of strangers' cum. We hadn't asked about anyone's status. And in fact we started day 8 with the cocks of an unmedicated poz man," said Tom, looking David hard in the eyes. "David, you better be careful yourself if you're so afraid of getting STDs," Dan continued. Tom stood up and took off his shorts in a one quick motion. He turned his backside towards David and pulled the plug out of his ass. "Are you still in the mood to fuck me? I still have sperm in my ass, the status of which you don't know," said Tom. Dan did the same as his brother. Soon both had climbed onto the couch and the brothers' asses were available to David. David couldn't help himself. He took both boys by the hand and led them to his son Luke's room. He told the boys to climb onto the bed on all fours. David lowered his tight shorts and thrust his cock in one powerful thrust into Tom's ass. David took turns fucking Tom and Dan and finally released his seed with a loud grunt into Dan's ass. After orgasm, David collapsed on top of Dan. David, Tom and Dan lay spent in Luke's bed. "Thank you David," said Tom. "If you want, we can organize an event in the sauna where you get rid of that fear. I've never felt such great freedom as I did on the first night lying blindfolded in a sling. I think you'd enjoy that feeling too," continued Tom.

Finally I have another good one to share 🙂 A few nights ago I started talking to an older guy who really tried to convince me to get picked up in his car so he could fuck me (I couldn't host). I was just not in the mood for it so I put him off. The next day he picked it right back up and was telling me he could pick me up and take me to his office. I thought it sounded hot but I didn't want to get picked up.. luckily his office was just a mile from campus so I walked over after my last class. His "office" was a single room with paper thin walls between a conference room and another office that I think/pray was empty. It was like fucking in my parents house. Even while I was sucking him I was thinking about my technique so I could be as quiet as possible lol. Between his low hum moaning and the loud as fuck conference phone I actually had to focus to not laugh. The conference phone actually came in clutch because when we started fucking we were able to get a little more confidence making noise. He fucked me over his desk but he was a good bit taller than me so I ended up getting all the way on his desk, on my stomach legs spread side to side, balls and ass hanging off the edge. It was the PERFECT spot, I could tell it felt amazing for both of us. He found a good rhythm and just fucked me like that for almost 15 minutes but the conference call ended and it got dead silent. That was kind of a bummer because we had to finish going really slow and with no noise. But it was so hot feeling him load my ass quietly as I assume the conference room next door was emptying out. There was nowhere to clean up so I figured I could walk a mile home squeezing my cheeks but halfway through I felt it started leaking so I cleaned up in a McDonalds before it started dripping down my leg :x

Back story young top hit me up on an app, met up and surprise his cock is a thick uncut forearm. He apologized and said if I couldn’t take it and wanted to go he’d understand as guys can’t take him. Anyway, I did, lol, but said my poppers were old and if I had fresh he could rail me as hard as he wanted as deep as he could go. He was skeptical Last night I messaged him I just got a fresh bottle of poppers on a trip out of town and of course he asked if he could fuck me. I of course said yes. Needless to say he was fucking amazed. Slid in and suprise! My ass swallowed his thick dick balls deep with just 1 squirt of lube. Fucked me in several positions then had me straddle him. He was concerned he was hurting me so I assured him he was good and I grabbed the base of his cock, pulled back his foreskin and drove him as deep as I could as fast as I could and held him there grinding against his hips. His eyes rolled back thrusting as I rode him meeting his thrust driving him as deep as he could go. Then he was like oh fuck I’m cumming, fuck fuck I’m going to cum. He bred me deep and held my hips pressing himself hard against me. Said to let him recharge in my hole and he’d have another go. Then started talking about how amazing my ass felt wrapped around him both loose like nothing then tight. So I of course slowly started rocking and squeezing my hole muscles more. The look of shock on his face. He was like omg what are you doing? That’s fucking amazing, omg that feels amazing. How are you doing that? No one has ever done that it’s like your ass is jerking my cock off, fuck…cue eyes rolling back again and I feel his cock filling my hole resisting the squeezing. Round two was underway and a bit harder and rougher use of my hole once he realized this daddy could take him, all of him without an issue. He rolled me over and really pounded me until his moaning changed louder. He was slamming hard against me the bed banging and him yelling a deep primal guttural sound…..then load two was dripping from my wrecked hole. He could not stop talking about how he’s NEVER had anyone take his cock like that and he had never cum like that in anyone ever or had anyone jerk him off with their ass or an ass that just lubed it’s self. (Side note when fucked my ass lubes and gets wet like a pussy idk why) . He asked if I liked it and if I’d come back this dude is 10+ inches he’s at least 8” thick and cums fountains. Nice kid too. Always glad when this DILF can show a young guy what his big cock can do in the right hole 😉 and yes, we will be fucking again. A lot! Haha

i have been used like that multiple times and it is bliss. I can feel the male sexual energy as my mouth and ass are stuffed with erect penis and guy are waiting a turn in me as i am passed around. This is a sexual experience I never tire of.

Chapter 3: The Party Animal Dean and Mike continued to meet up for another year or so. Neither wanted it to be any kind of committed relationship so it ended up as a perfect friends-with-benefits situation. They spent a total of twenty or so nights together, taking turns at topping and bottoming. Then Mike surprised Dean by announcing that he had met a guy online for whom he had really strong feelings, and that he was going to stop seeing Dean so he could pursue this new direction. Truth be told, Dean was happy. He’d enjoyed his times with Mike, very much in fact, but he was feeling hornier and more adventurous by the day, and really wanted all those Friday and Saturday nights free to get out and explore on his own. And after all, as Dean realized but Mike did not, Dean had a far bigger playground than Mike – basically, he had the entire country, as long as he knew exactly where he was going before he went. Mike and Stirling put a period to that chapter in Dean’s life (or so they said, anyway) by having him over for dinner once they’d moved in together, into a new apartment in Albuquerque. Mike apologized for making Dean travel all that distance to meet Stirling, but Dean reassured him (with entire accuracy) that “It’s nothing, don’t mention it.” Dean tried his best during the evening to play it cool, but he couldn’t deny that Stirling’s lean, muscled swimmer’s build and flaming red hair turned his crank mightily. It didn’t help matters at all when Stirling began playing footsies with him under the dinner table as they enjoyed the ginger-soy cashew chicken. Dean glanced uncomfortably at Mike, but Mike had this huge, dirty grin plastered all over his face and that’s when Dean realized what was really on the menu for the night. After they’d finished eating, Mike “volunteered” to clean up the dishes while Stirling and Dean adjourned to the living room with freshly-refilled wine glasses. By the time Mike finished kitchen duties, the other two were sitting on the sofa, mouths locked together and hands busily exploring bodies and working on buttons and belts. Mike promptly sat down on Dean’s other side and pulled Dean’s button-down shirt, no longer buttoned, away from his shoulder which he then began kissing. At the same time, Mike’s other hand was occupied with snaking its way into the back of Dean’s trousers. Dean had his hand buried in the front of Stirling’s pants, and Stirling was busily massaging Dean’s bulge on the outside. In a few more minutes, they were all in the bedroom together, stripped naked, and with cocks jutting aggressively into the air. In what seemed like no time, the three arranged themselves in a triangle, mouths to cocks all around. After a few minutes, Mike barked, “Flip!” and all three of them rolled onto their faces, changing the targets from cocksucking to rimming. Stirling had his face buried in Dean’s ass, and Dean was moaning like crazy from his virtuoso skills at eating butt. All the moaning, of course, translated into vibration that drove Mike crazy as Dean ate him. And Mike was far from an also-ran as his mouth worked deeper and deeper into Stirling’s crack. But then Stirling got impatient. “I need to fuck this cute hole.” Dean looked over his shoulder, and grinned. “Be my guest.” In another minute, Stirling had his cock embedded in Dean’s hole, and Mike was behind Stirling, slowly working his dick into his man’s tightly-muscled butt. It took a bit of time to establish the motion, but soon Stirling was moving back and forth between the other two, sinking deep into Dean as Mike pulled out, and then backing up onto Mike as he slowly withdrew from Dean. He was getting the best of both worlds, fucking and being fucked at the same time. And Dean was a bit jealous. “Damn, Stirling, that must feel amazing, being in the middle of a fucking sandwich like that.” “Got that right. You want to try it?” And just like that, Dean got to notch up another first in his rapidly-growing list of sex talents, as the line detached and then reformed, with Dean in the centre, cock buried in Stirling’s sweet ass while Mike got behind Dean and played a return date inside his hole. Dean got into it right away, sliding back and forth between the other two as if he’d been practising the skill for years. In no time, his skillful thrusts had Stirling moaning and groaning aloud while Mike was pounding some similar noises out of Dean. “Oh, God, this feels so incredible – taking it and giving it all at once – fuck, you guys are driving me nuts. Can’t hold on much longer….” Mike shut him up by thrusting in even harder and faster, which had the effect of forcing Dean to also speed up his assault on Stirling’s ass. But time was running out. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Dean’s ass clamped down tight on Mike’s cock as his own tool convulsed, spewing his hot cum load inside Stirling. That set Mike off and he pumped his load deep into Dean. Stirling was a bit slower off the mark, and that gave him time to pull off Dean, yank Dean away from Mike, spin him around, and shove his cock deep and hard back into Dean’s ass. Dean let out a yell as he felt Stirling jamming it into him and instantly shooting inside him, mingling his cum with Mike’s inside their guest’s body. All three of them flopped down on the bed, and Dean apologized for cumming too soon. Mike grinned at him devilishly. “Well, nobody said that was it for the night, did they?” As the evening wore on, Dean got another chance to fuck and breed Mike, and then sat back and watched in awe as Mike made love to Stirling. It made Dean feel like something between an outsider and a voyeur to see the way that they joined themselves together, as their wild sex was shaped, paced, coloured, and heightened by all the feelings and emotions they felt towards each other. This was a kind of intimacy that went far beyond just feeling skin against skin and working up to a climax or two, or more. After that, it was obvious that it was time for Dean to go. He scrubbed up in the shower, had a last round of passionate kisses with Mike and Stirling, thanked them for an incredible evening, and went his way. Moments later, back in his home in California, he wasn’t altogether surprised to discover that he was feeling jealous. It wasn’t that he’d wanted Mike to himself – that he knew for certain. He’d been so bowled over by their display of love for each other. What made him jealous, and he was honest enough to admit it, was the way that they had each other while he had nobody. It was the first time Dean had realized that he actually wanted to have a committed relationship with somebody. But Dean knew that he would have to keep wanting. He couldn’t chance it, because of his fear that he would never be able to let his guard down enough to bring another man that fully into his life. It would mean letting his partner know about his secret and that, Dean felt, simply wasn’t safe. Not to forget that it was Dayna’s secret too, and the two of them had to form a solid bloc against a world that would certainly threaten them both if their abilities became known. Dean flopped into bed, physically drained and satiated, but emotionally unsatisfied. The emotional vacancy in his life continued gnawing at him over the next few months. Like many horny young men in his situation, he tried to vent his complex emotions by going hog-wild into sex at every opportunity. “Opportunity,” as it turned out, knocked not just once but virtually every Friday and Saturday night, and often at other times of the week too. Dean had finally gotten tired of being stared at in the country club by Jaysen Macaleister. He cornered his target one day in the empty change rooms, steering Jaysen into the end shower booth, locking the door, and pulling his quarry’s towel off. Dean had to admit that Jaysen was much better looking when undressed than with clothes on. That was particularly true of his nicely rounded ass cheeks, which were so maddeningly hidden under the baggy shorts he wore when he left the bar long enough to put in an occasional appearance at the pool. Dean dropped to his knees and proceeded to eat Jaysen into a fever of excitement, lavishing plenty of tongue action on his plump buns and digging deep into the crack to lick, suck, and finally tongue-fuck his tight little rosebud. By the time he was ready to go for the main event, Jaysen was babbling almost uncontrollably about wanting that dick inside his ass – at least, until Dean harshly whispered at him to “Shut up, you fool, you want the whole club in here, listening to you beg for it like a street-corner slut?” Dean pulled off his speedo, rolled it up into a ball, and stuffed it, crotch first, into Jaysen’s mouth. “Here, chew on this, it’ll keep you quiet!” With that, he pushed Jaysen up against the wall and planted his cock against the hole. With only a little pressure it popped right inside and – could it be? – was quickly lubricated with warm liquid. “Well, aren’t you the horny little slut, Macaleister, chasing after me all that time and then offering me sloppy seconds. I wonder who drilled you and pumped his load into you already? Was he one of the staff? A member? Maybe that bartender you spend so much time hanging around with?” Jaysen tried to moan something in reply around Dean’s wet swimsuit, but Dean barked at him to shut up and then shoved his cock all the way into Jaysen until he bottomed out. Jaysen emitted a gurgle, all the scream he could manage with his mouth stuffed, and Dean began pumping into his ass deep and fast. Jaysen was probably surprised that the mild-mannered Dean had turned out to be such a fucking sex animal, but Dean was at least as surprised to realize that he was actually enjoying this dominant role. He kept pounded away at Jaysen’s sweet round ass for another minute before realizing that he was going to cum and fast. To hell with holding off, he thought, and just hammered away at top speed until his cock erupted inside Jaysen’s hot, wet hole. Even at that, Dean barely slowed down. As soon as he’d finished cumming, he immediately started slam-fucking Jaysen once more. Jaysen was moaning and mumbling up a storm, squirming around under Dean’s relentless assault. But they weren’t moans of protest. When Dean started to slow down a bit, focusing on just the head of his cock and the ring, Jaysen emitted a loud moan, grabbed back at Dean’s hips, and shoved himself right back onto his fucker’s cock at full length. It took about five minutes longer this time, but that was all – and then Dean was shooting a second load, smaller but no less forceful, into Jaysen’s now very full ass. The mingled juices of at least two tops were leaking and squelching out around Dean’s tool as he slammed in the last few squirts of another epic orgasm. When Dean finally softened and slipped out of Jaysen’s battered hole, a steady river of cum followed him, running down Jaysen’s legs towards the floor and the drain. Dean leaned in and whispered wickedly, “I’d tell you to close it up and keep my cum inside you, but it looks like you’ve totally lost control of your hole.” He then pulled his wadded-up speedo out of Jaysen’s mouth. Jaysen just quivered and gasped for air. Finally he managed to say, “Holy shit, I’ve never had a fuck like that before!” Dean said nothing -- just squirted a handful of soap and started washing off his cock, then scrubbed down Jaysen’s well-used ass, and washed the rest of the cum off his legs. When they came out at last, the forty-something caretaker was waiting for them with a knowing grin on his face. “Thanks for keeping me waiting this long to clean the place and lock up!” – this with a curled lip and in a sarcastic tone of voice. “At least I locked the entrance so nobody else can sneak in behind me.” Jaysen began apologizing, but Dean just laughed at him. “And you had nothing better to do while waiting except to stand here, leaning on your mop?” Dean laughed again. He’d seen the bulge in the front of the caretaker’s work pants, partly because the caretaker was rubbing it so blatantly that he couldn’t possibly miss it. He winked at the caretaker, and then whispered something in Jaysen’s ear. Jaysen looked, laughed, and reached under his towel to play with his ass again. In no time at all, the caretaker was as naked as Dean and Jaysen, clothes discarded in a heap on the floor while Jaysen sucked on his curving cock and Dean ate out his furry ass. All the while, the guy – whose name was Mark – was urging them on, telling them to get ready because he intended to fuck both of them for causing him so much trouble. Once they had him completely wound up and ready to go, the two younger guys followed his orders and bent over the bench in the middle of the room while Mark felt their asses and teased their holes. “Shit, man,” he said to Jaysen, “Your hole is so loose and wet already – how many cocks have you had in there today before me?” “Four,” Even Dean raised his eyebrows a trifle. Jaysen was a far bigger slut than he had guessed. “I’m gonna make it five. And I want you,” and he leaned down close to Dean’s ear, “to start loosening yours up with your fingers, because I’ll be going inside there, too, before long.” With that, he gave a vicious thrust with his hips which yanked a yell out of Jaysen’s throat as Mark’s thick tool blasted his hole open. Dean winced at the obvious cry of pain, and obediently began fingering and flexing his hole to try to get ready. Mark sawed his way in and out of Jaysen’s tortured ass for a couple of minutes, then pulled out and moved over to Dean. “Your turn, pretty boy.” Mark wasn’t any kinder to Dean, and Dean yelled even louder. Mark slapped him. “Shut the fuck up and take it like a man. Gay boys today, they’re such weak little sissies.” Privately, Dean vowed to make Mark pay for that remark. Meanwhile, he concentrated on biting his tongue to stop himself from yelling any more, even though his ass was on fire. Mark pounded in and out of him for about three minutes, then switched back to Jaysen. As Mark pounded Jaysen again, Dean reached back and felt his hole. Sure enough – blood. Mark had ripped him. Then Mark was back inside him again, slamming deep and hard until Dean was actually seeing stars. In his mind, Dean was quietly praying for the torture to stop, but making good and damn sure to picture himself only here in the locker room when it did. Mark switched back to Jaysen and went nuts in his ass again, this time starting to chant that he was about to cum, that he was going to breed two sissy ass cunts with one load. Mark gave several loud grunts and locked up against Jaysen’s ass, squirting into him. After two shots he pulled out and quickly slammed inside Dean, giving him the rest of his load. After Mark finished, he pulled out, walked away without a word and started one of the showers running. Dean whispered to Jaysen, “Get ready to grab his arms. I’m going to get him by the hips and fucking slam my cock into him. You grab him so he can’t get away.” They walked quietly over to the shower stall, peered in, and Dean gestured silently, “One, two, three, GO.” Then he leaped into the stall and got Mark around the hips while Jaysen went for his arms, pinning them against the wall as Dean shoved his cock deep into Mark’s hairy ass. Mark grunted loudly. “Fuck, I take back what I said about sissies. You two really know how to fight back. Fucking pound my hole!” Watching Dean giving Mark a taste of his own medicine was making Jaysen rock hard again. Dean, too, was hyper-excited, and only needed a couple of minutes driving full-length into Mark’s ass before he was ready to let his load fly. He came, hard, deep inside Mark’s hole. He then pulled out and reached up to pin Mark’s hands so Jaysen could take his place in the caretaker’s ass. Jaysen was even more turned on than Dean had been and took only a minute or so to reach the point of no return. By the time he was ready to cum, Mark was too, and his load shot out of his cock against the shower wall as Jaysen bred his hot hole with a fresh injection of sperm. With that, they all cleaned up and shook hands goodbye as if it had been a business meeting. That made Dean laugh when he thought about it again later. His final verdict on the evening, in his own mind, was that Jaysen was good for a B grade, while he was prepared to give the caretaker an A-. That was far short of Mike and Stirling who had both ranked as cum laude with an A++. Dean never did find out if the caretaker got into trouble for being so late locking up that night. Dean had to take some time off from his wild sexual antics while he waited for his ass to heal from the wild fuck with Mark. It never happened again, but Mark never failed to wink at Dean (or Jaysen) any time he passed one of them in the halls of the club. During that compulsory time out, Dean realized that all his frantic pursuit of hot sex was definitely interfering with his grades. Ross had promised him a “special present” if Dean made Honors, and he was determined not to miss out on that. He guessed that it was likely to be a slick new car, and when he compared notes with Dayna, he found that she was making the same guess. Dean decided that he had better lay off for a while, not just until his ass healed but until the end of the semester, or at least until he had nailed down the requisite standing in all his courses. Well, after one last event that he’d been told about by a friend, and that he’d been planning on attending and enjoying for some time. Two weeks later, Dean just “turned up” at a big pool party in Palm Springs, and again enjoyed a very entertaining time. This was a charity fundraiser event, and Dean kicked in with a donation notably bigger than the set ticket price, just to square his conscience for “dropping in” at the event uninvited. Nobody seemed to mind. Dean was one of several dozens of good-looking guys in their twenties standing and sitting around or in the pool, idly flexing their muscles every so often to keep the heat up. The rest of the crowd were mostly older men, but a lot of them were in good shape too, and well worth a look in any company. For the first couple of hours, through a round of drinks and a light buffet lunch, followed by an official presentation, everyone behaved reasonably well – although Dean could tell that some of the younger fellows were sticking in the pool to hide their erections. The official party event ended at 3:00, and the caterers, servers, D.J., and social reporters all left – but most of the guests remained. As the afternoon wore on towards evening, the swimsuits began coming off and the cocks all rose as the sun set. Soon there were couples making out, sucking, and fucking all around the pool and inside the house, and the charity party had become a full-on orgy. After enjoying a first round of fun in a cute twink’s tight ass, and sucking at a couple of other cocks, Dean found himself in a small pack of groupies hanging around and listening to the famous porn star, Rod Rammer. This notorious stud had no trouble at all keeping up an erection, and he wasn’t even cheating by wearing a cockring. Much to Dean’s surprise, Rod took a real shine to him, and soon made it clear that it was time for the others in the group to move along. Dean was a little more doubtful – Rod’s giant cock could definitely be classified as a deadly weapon – but the urge to go for it was more than he could argue down. After a few minutes of making out, Dean found himself lying on his face on a poolside lounger and taking what was definitely the biggest cock he’d ever encountered. He had to struggle to relax enough, but Rod was as considerate a fucker off screen as he was a vicious cock-thug on screen, and he took his time until Dean had finally opened up enough to take most of that eleven inches of dick. Dean wasn’t sure what was wilder, the idea of being drilled by such a massive tool, getting fucked by such a famous porn name, or having a crowd of men standing all around and watching them go at it while jerking off. Rod Rammer was famous for his multi-squirt money shots and when he came inside Dean, he pulled out after the first four squirts and still had plenty left to pump out over his back – where it mixed with the loads that several of the other guys dropped all over him at the same time. Dean, though, didn’t come. He’d been too concentrated on trying to relax. As he stood up, finally catching his breath, one of the onlookers came up and took hold of his still-erect cock. “No way could I take that monster you just got inside you, but I’d love to have you pound me and breed me with this one.” He was a hard-bodied man, looking about forty, with prematurely silver hair, and Dean nodded agreement. In just a few minutes, he had Wyatt lying where he had been, and had his cock buried all the way inside Wyatt’s hole. Wyatt was definitely a kisser, and Dean didn’t mind that at all. Soon they shifted into missionary so they could make out while Dean was fucking. Wyatt called him “son” once, and Dean picked that up right away. The silver hair helped, and in no time Dean found himself playing his first daddy scene. “You like having your boy fuck you, Daddy?” “God, yes, son, I love having you deep in my hole, your cock stretching me and filling me.” After some more porn-predictable dialogue along those lines, and a few more minutes of high-energy fucking, Wyatt began panting that he was going to cum and urged Dean to cum right with him – making it clear that he wanted Dean’s load inside his body. Dean complied, firing a first big shot deep up into Wyatt’s colon and then adding four or five more smaller pulses before pulling out and drizzling the last of his load onto Wyatt’s abs. He finished his day off by taking a load from the host of the party, the owner of the mansion, who wasn’t into fucking but loved getting his cock sucked off. Dean was good with that, as his own ass and cock were both a bit tired out. He gave the man full measure, taking and swallowing his load. But Dean had to hold back a laugh as he reflected that this load was the most literal “money shot” of the entire party. As the night air cooled things down a bit, the party moved indoors, and Dean took that as his cue to move along. He wandered aimlessly back onto the patio, where the pool was finally empty, found and pulled his speedo on, and then walked around and vanished behind one of the bushes at the far end of the immense property. Literally, of course.

Chapter 5 Tyler is so turned on by what has just happened that his thick heavy dick is rock hard and sticking straight up, defying gravity. He lines up his cock head with with Jakes wet, sloppy hole. “Did you like taking your Dad’s poz cock boy?” Tyler asks. Jake seemingly in a daze replies, “yes sir”. “Your Dad and I have been planning this for months. You see, I noticed you checking me out in the shower a while back. So I started putting on some shows for you by jerking off in the shower. I guess the interest in my dick must run in the family because not long after your Dad and I started working out, I noticed him checking out my package and knew I had to poz him. I started fucking him regularly after our workout sessions and he converted shortly after your 18th birthday. It was then that we devised a plan to covert you ass. You see it was not an accident that your bike tire was flat. Your Dad had popped it before you left that day and when I found you on my run I knew your were mine”, Tyler explained with a devilish grin as he began to slide in to Jake sloppy hole. “Jason, make this slut clean off that dick”, Tyler instructs Jake’s father and then the men reposition Jake on his hands and knees and Jake takes his fathers cock in his willing mouth tasting the combination on blood and cum on this own father’s dick. Tyler begins to reinsert his fat cock in Jake. This time taking advantage of the already loosened hole he slams the balls deep and making Jake gag on his dad’s cock. Grabbing a clump of hair in his fist and screams, “TAKE THAT POZ COCK FAG!” Jake struggles to take all this cock as he is being pig roasted. “We have plans for you now, son” Jason begins. “We are gonna make some money off this neg hole. We are gonna whore you out around town and show you what a cum slut you are. Test your limits and see how many loads you can take in that slutty hole.” “That sounds good to you Jake?” Tyler asks as he pounds deep into Jakes used hole. All Jakes can get out is a muffled gurgle sounds as be suck down his dad’s dick. “WHAT’D YOU SAY FAG!?!?” This time when Tyler asks, Jason pulls his dick out of his sons mouth and Tyler grabs him by the neck slightly choking him. “Yes please!” Is the only thing Jake can manage to say as he struggles for breath. “That’s my good little boy, you’re gonna make daddy so proud” Jason smiles as hold his face in his hands. This response has Jakes dad rock hard again. “Let’s see how much cock that hole can take” Jason says. Tyler repositions himself on his back and instructs Jake to sit on his dick reverse cowboy style. As Jake does this, globs of juicy cum leaks out of Jake’s wet hole and onto Tyler’s 10” cock lubricating it. As Jake slides down on the fat cock, his dad leans him back and positions himself between his legs and hands him a bottle of poppers. “You’re gonna need these” Jakes dad explains as he meets his son with a deep passionate kiss. His dad tastes his own cum in his son’s mouth as his rigid cock snakes its way to his sons already filled hole. Jason looks his son’s eyes as Jake takes a deep inhale of poppers and Jason positions his massive cock to the hole below as Tyler slowly fucks Jake. As Jake’s dad slides his fat mushroom head in his sons holes Jake eyes widen and groans in pain and pleasure “You’re gonna need to take another hit to take both these cocks son” Jakes dad instructs and then Jake takes another deep inhale from the small bottle. “You wanna make daddy proud of you right son”, Jakes dad asks as he slides a little deeper in. Jake can only nod yes as he struggles to take the two huge cocks. He feels like he is being ripped in two as he struggles to take them both. The poppers making him feel warm and lightheaded but the pressure is too great and he resists. “Please no more! I can’t take it” Jake implores. Jakes resistance only makes Jason hungrier for his son’s ruined hole. His flared dick now hard as steel forces its way in, ripping Jake’s hole wide open. “You’re gonna take these dicks boy!”, Jake grits through his teeth. Both dicks deep inside Jake’s wet hole begin fucking him. Overwhelmed by the volume of dick inside him, Jake has an almost out of body experience as he is fucked by both men. Jason is in ecstasy with his dick inside his son's hole and his own dick sliding up and down on the dick that converted him. Jakes wet hole lubricating their dicks and sliding out on to both men’s big hairy balls. “I think this boy needs a refill of charged cum” Tyler exclaims. “Yeah he does!” Jake’s dad says in agreement as he positions his hands around Jake’s shoulder and neck for leverage and to slightly cut off his sons breathing. Jake stokes his cock as the muscles are tensed in his body by the vicious double fuck being assaulted on his body. Each of the men’s stokes getting deeper and deeper. “Fuck, I’ve got a huge poz load for that jock Pussy !” Tyler exclaims “You wants that charged load deep inside you don’t you son?”, Jake’s dad asks. Jake nods “Beg for it fag!” Jason says sternly. “Please …. Please…. Please “ is all Jake can manage to get out with the pressure of his dad’s hands on this throat. “Give him that poz load Tyler!” Jason exclaims . “TAKE MY DIRTY POZ LOAD YOU STUPID JOCK FAG! “ Tyler shouts as his flared cock begins shooting his DNA deep inside Jakes muscle ass. “FUUUUUCCCCCKKK”! The feeling of Tyler’s cock shooting inside and the sight of his muscular father fucking him sends Jake over the edge and he begins to shoot cum all I’ve this smooth chest and Abs. “That’s it boy! Shoot that load! Show us how much you like being used like the jock fag you are!” Jake’s father encourages. “The dick that made you is now going to knock you up!” Jason grits as his orgasm builds. With that Jason’s cock begins to flooding his sons hole with hot viral cum. “FUUUUUCCCKK, CLENCH THAT JOCK CUNT ON MY FAT POZ COCK!” Jake dad shouts as he chokes harder on his sons throat casing Jake to nearly pass out. Jakes dad breaths heavy as he struggles to catch his breath after the intense orgasm. His sweaty body collapses on his son’s Jake, sandwiched between these two muscular men and cum leaking from his muscle hole, is in heaven.

PART 6: The Days After Robert I left Robert's house early the next day as I had to get to work, let alone go home and clean myself out. That day I thought a lot about Robert, and what had transpired the previous day. I would like to say it was because I was high, or intoxicated, but it was neither. It was pure lust and happiness. Throughout my day, and evening, I reminisced about yesterday, about Robert, about John, about being bred contentiously. I reached out to Robert several times to let him know how much fun I had and how it was such a great day. Of course, Robert invited me over that evening, or anytime, to hang out, and fuck obviously! Because he is also very sweet, Robert wanted to know how I was doing with all that happened, both mentally and physically. This was all over email and after a while Robert asked if I wanted to come over and talk. I told him I would love to, but it would have to be the day after as I had plans. He said sure, he was open and we agreed for me to head over tomorrow after work. When I arrived at Robert's house, I didn't have to wait at all as he was waiting by the door. Robert was wearing a t-shirt and loose shorts this time, and I didn't necessarily see his cock outline, which I did the first time I arrived. I walked in and immediately hugged Robert as he shut the door behind me. "So good to see you Tim, thank you for stopping by." Robert said as he held me close. I felt so at ease now. We parted and Robert asked me if I wanted to change into shorts and a shirt. "I would love to" I answered. I followed Robert to his bedroom, upstairs, remembering the other night and sleeping in this man's bed. Robert went to his closet and returned with shorts and a t-shirt. "I will be downstairs Tim, no rush. You can shower if you like." "Thank you, sir,". Robert walked out and down the stairs. I undressed and placed my clothes on the bench at the end of the bed. I walked into the bathroom, thinking about taking a shower, but decided I just wanted to dress and head downstairs. I found Robert in his office sitting at the computer. No fucking sounds coming from the computer, damn, so he must have been working. I sat down in one of the chairs and watched Robert work, focus on whatever he had going on. Robert turned to me, "Tim check these out" and he motioned me over. I stood and walked around the desk to see what Robert was focusing on. As I rounded the desk and could start to see what was on his monitor, I immediately recognized the scene. There were several pictures of Robert fucking me from behind, the pictures John must have taken the other night. I couldn't move, I was soaking them all in. As I leaned in to closely see my red puffy hole taking this man's massive black cock, I felt Robert's hand running up the inside of my leg to touch my hardening cock head. "Isn't that fucking hot baby?" Robert asked. "I have been looking at these all day, just the way my black cock looks in your fuzzy ass, oh man Tim, it is perfect". "It is baby, I can't stop looking." I turned to look at Robert, "your cock is so fucking big and gorgeous Robert". It is then I looked down and saw Robert had pulled back his shorts leg and his cock was fully exposed to me. I felt his fingers find my hole and I immediately stood up...I wanted him to finger my ass again, but knew I needed to shower first. "Robert, can I shower and clean out?". "Of course, baby, the shower is yours. There is a wand already attached, put it on today, just in case". He smiled I grabbed his big cock really fast, and then headed back upstairs to shower. Robert was right, I opened the big glass shower and turned on the water. Attached was a wand to clean out my ass. I stepped in the shower and felt the warm water running over me. I soaped up all over, cleaning my entire body and then soaped up my ass and the wand really good. I turned changed the water flow to the wand and slowly inserted it into my ass. I was still a little sore from being fucked two days ago, but the feeling was a lot more pleasurable than not! I let the water flow into my guts until I felt everything had come out of me. I pulled the wand free and let the water run out of me. It was then I noticed Robert leaning against the wall, big cock pulled out of his shorts and slowly stroking. "Robert!" I shouted. We both laughed. "Not nice sir, I didn't know you were there:" "Sorry Tim, I just came up to check on you and saw you cleaning your ass. It was just too hot to not stop and watch". Robert pulled his shorts back over his throbbing cock and asked if I needed anything. "No thank you, I am good. Be out in a minute: Once Robert left, I ran the wand inside of me again one more time and then let it drain out of me. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the nearby towel that was there for me. I looked in the mirror taking in my hanging semi hard cock. Playing in my ass always gets me going. I got dressed in the shorts and shirt again and headed down to find Robert. Robert was again at his desk, but this time his cock was out of his shorts leg and clearly aroused, and leaking. "Still admiring our pictures, I see", I said moving in next to him. Immediately Robert's hand found my leg and moved up under my loose-fitting shorts, fingers running under my balls to my ass. "of course, I can't stop looking at them, they are so sexy". "You should use some of them in your BBRT profile", I suggested. "I was actually going to take that down, or thinking about it". Why baby? I think you should keep it up, add those pictures, and reference me in your profile. Well, that is my thought", I said smiling. "We will probably get a lot of tops asking if they can 'help'" Robert said laughing. "We can only hope", I said biting my lip and getting hard. Robert stood up and removed his shorts in one move. He then sat back down and pulled my shorts down too exposing my clean ass and swollen cock. Now he was squeezing my ass firmly, letting his fingers run around my hole. Robert then guided me in front of him and pulled my ass apart with both hands. his tongue found my hole and I bent forward more so he could probe my ass! "Fuck baby, that feels so good", I said. "Baby, we didn't get any pictures of John fucking me, that sucks". Robert pulled his face away from my ass for a moment, "oh I know, John has reminded me about a hundred times since Sunday". "Does he want to fuck me again and make it right?" I asked. "Yes...he talks about it a lot, about fucking you, and how you felt on his cock. Tim, you can honestly tell me, did you enjoy John fucking you?" I turned towards him, knelt between his legs, held Robert's big cock in my hand and said, "yes I really loved John fucking me, but only because you were there to enjoy it to, that made it special. I fucking love your cock the most Robert, I find my cunt needing you more and more". I then lowered my mouth to his huge leaking cock. I am no expert cocksucker, like other gay men, but I did my best to keep up with his precum and stroked his cock at the same time. Robert was moaning now and rubbing his hands up and down my back...gripping my ass cheeks to pull me open. "Suck my cock baby, fuck that feels good. do you like my precum?". I just moaned my approval. "Good, I want that precum in your ass". I took Roberts cock out of my mouth and looked up at him, "do you have lube in here baby?". Robert slid open a drawer and there was and a cock ring. Robert handed me the bottle. I popped the top and squeezed a good amount over Robert's cock head and started to stroke his cock while lubing him up. I then squeezed some into my hand and applied it liberally to my ass and hole. I then stood up, turned around facing the screen and squatted over Robert’s cock while holding my ass open for him. Robert put his leaking cock head right at my hole and I eased down a little and felt his cock head pop in past my tight ring. Robert's hands moved to my hips to support me as I slowly lowered myself a few more inches, then off, then down more inches. I kept this up until I felt Robert pushing deep into my guts. I wasn't sure if I could take him completely in this position, but I kept trying. Robert said, "Fuck Tim, take all of my big cock, put it deep in you". Finally, I was able to lean back on Robert and put my feet up on the desk to brace myself. he continued the motion for us, sliding in and out of my ass. I loved this position after all, so fucking deep. I kept looking at the pictures of us fucking. "Tim, I want to take pictures of John fucking you, us both fucking you, multiple times in a day. What do you think about that?" "Mmmmm...baby, I want you that way. I want you both to breed me multiple times and please capture him breeding your boy deep". I think I felt Robert swell a little bit when I said that. Robert slapped my ass cheek once and pushed me forward to the desk. "I want you in my bed, now!". He then continued pushing me off his big cock. I had that feeling once again, my hole gaping open from his thick cock. I got up and moved out of the way to so Robert could lead me to his room and bed. After entering his room, I immediately went to the bed and climbed on, waiting for him on up on my knees. Robert hesitated so I could take in his body and huge leaking cock. He knew I loved watching his cock and his motion. I laid down on the bed on my back, spread my legs, and said "please come fuck me" That was all the invitation Robert needed. He joined me on the bed, immediately falling between my legs and laying on me, his big cock between us leaking all over my oozing cock. Robert leaned in and kissed me deeply then raised up between my legs, pulling my legs up and apart, resting them on my shoulder. He was rubbing my hole and applied more lube to give me comfort. Robert guided his big cock to my hole and told me, "I am going to breed you so deep Tim". He then started pushing in me again. Those initial inches of his big cock made my cock ooze cum, without me shooting. Fuck he was so sexy! "You are taking my cock Tim, all of it. I am going deep and going to fuck you full". Robert then pulled out several inches before going back in deep again, I know he was pushing on my second sphincter now, pushing deeper and deeper, then pulling out, and pushing deep again. his pace started becoming very steady with long slow strokes deep into my cunt. I wanted to stroke my cock so bad and cum hard, but every time I touched my cock Robert pushed my hand away and told me "Not yet". This continued for what seemed like forever, but was probably closer to fifteen minutes, when I felt Robert picking up his pace, in and out, and growing even harder. "Tim I am close. I am getting harder. I am going to push deep into your guts and cum." and he moaned again. He pushed in deeper than I have ever had a cock and told me "Take my load baby" and started pulsing his big heavy load into my stomach, I knew he was trying to impregnate me. My cock throbbed all by itself and started shooting on my stomach at the same time! It was at this time I knew I wanted to be his and converted by him. With Robert putting his poz seed past my second ring, I am sure I would sooner rather than later. Soon Robert was lying next to me on the bed, me on my back and he next to me, leg over mine and his wet cock on my thigh, still oozing. "Tim, I do love fucking you, it is so intense, what is with that? I mean I get so deep in you and your ass just milks my dick, I can't help but cum hard and even cum in you. I do love cumming in you, but you do know at some point, odds are I am going to convert you Tim." I looked Robert in the eyes, reached down and squeezed his cock, and said "I know baby, believe me I know. I have thought about it so much since Sunday and can't stop thinking it will happen and I will always carry you in a special place in my heart for that." "John could also convert you Tim, which I am ok with, but that is a possibility". "Yes I know, and if you are ok with it, I am too. Right now, it is only you two putting your poz loads on me, you more than him, and way deeper, so we have to live with that, the not knowing." "Tim, should we plan a day this weekend for us to fuck you again"? "Yes, please baby, I want that really bad." Soon we drifted off, me dreaming of Saturday. I left Robert's later that night, making it home to my bed and some great rest. The plan was to confirm with John about Saturday and making it an all day, night, event. Robert and I agreed to not masturbate at all the remainder of the week, and keep our distance so nothing could happen. Robert would also suggest the same to John. I awoke for work and texted Robert while getting ready. "I loved last night, thank you baby. let me know if you hear from John today! EXCITED" When I got out of my shower and getting dressed, I had a response from Robert. "Tim, you are so amazing, thank you for coming over yesterday, loved it too. heard from John already, he is in and no cumming this week" I immediately got excited, this was going to be a tough week. 🙂

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 19. On Friday, Tom went to watch Dan's soccer game. Tom had put on the smallest shorts he could find because he wanted to look sexy and show off his ass. While cheering on Dan's team in the stands, he decided to give the men in the stands a good show. He lowered the waist of his shorts so that the entire waistband of the jockstraps underneath was visible. Tom rocked his ass as best he could. During the break, Tom went to the bathroom and on his way back, he bumped into Dan's teammate Luke's father, David. Tom had seen David a few times in passing when David had picked Luke up from their house. David told Tom that he had seen Tom in the stands before and he hadn't known that Tom liked to show off. David quickly stroked the bulge in the front of his pants. David immediately saw Tom's hungry look. David tells Tom that he should follow David. David led Tom to his car and opened the back door. Tom climbed into the back seat of the car and David followed him into the car. Tom was on all fours in the back seat of the car and David said they had to be fast. David pulled Tom's tiny shorts down to his knees, moaning lustily at the sight of the butt plug and Tom's ass in the jockstraps. David ripped the plug off and immediately pushed his own hard cock with force into Tom's ass. David didn't even lubricate his cock, but pushed it completely dry into Tom's hole. Tom roared in pain as David fucked Tom's ass hard. Keep your voice down, shouted David. "Now you're taking the cock you begged for. You were rolling your ass in the stands so that all the men were drooling hard behind you. I immediately realized what a cock-hungry slut you are," continued David. David hammered Tom's ass hard and shot inside Tom with a very loud grunt. David pulled out and shoved the plug back into Tom's ass. "Gotta go back and watch the game. I wouldn't have guessed you were the little cum hole of the family. I always thought it would be your big brother Dan. I really didn't," said David, slapping Tom's bottom hard with his palm. "Good to know now I always have a young bare hole I can come to and empty my bags," said David. David and Tom returned to watch the game, which was already in full swing. At home, Tom told Dan about his encounter with David. Dan was jealous of Tom again and asked to see Tom's sperm hole. Tom took off his shorts, laid down on his back on Dan's bed and put his legs up on his own shoulders. "You can take the plug off and see," said Tom to his brother. Dan pulled the slimy plug out of Tom's ass. The thought of Luke's father's sperm in his brother's ass made Dan really hot. Dan took off his own clothes and got in the same position next to Tom and placed the sperm plug in his own hole and tried to push it inside him. However, the plug was too big for Dan's virgin ass. Tom got up behind Dan and started pushing the plug into Dan. Dan winced in pain and heat. Tom got the plug halfway inside Dan, but Dan's ass was really tight. Tom placed the plug on the bed and told Dan to turn onto his stomach and spread his ass cheeks. Tom stood on top of Dan with his legs on either side of Dan. After that, Dan squatted so that Tom's hole was above Dan's hole. Tom pushed and David's sperm flowed out of Tom's hole and directly onto Dan's hole. After that, Tom started to fit the plug in Dan's ass again. Tom rammed the plug in so hard all the way that Dan howled in pain. "Good luck! How does it feel to get sperm inside you for the first time," asked Tom. Dan let out a happy sigh. "It feels wonderful. I'm kind of happy it's David's cum. I've looked at his bulge many times and wanted to get his cock inside me. I've wondered many times if David is purposely touching his own cock through his pants in front of me. Now I know he's been trying to seduce me".

PART ONE "Just so you know it's hardcore porn right? We can't say it on the ads that we put up of course coz the cops'd be onto us." "Yeah, sure" I'd figured as much when I saw the "Young men wanted for modelling work" signs stuck up around campus. I was at a loose end as I needed some extra petrol money for Katie & my drive across country to meet her family. "OK you'll get $500 cash, now you know of things called blowbang scenes?" Shit, OK doesn't get more hardcore than that. The idea of being around a bunch of guys while a hot girl sucked me off was a little weird but the money was too good to refuse and I likely wouldn't be on screen much. "Yeah definitely" "Great, well you send a pic to this mobile & if you get the A-OK from our talent, I'll let you know when & where for the scene!" That was fair enough, it made sense that the girls'd want some idea about the guys involved. I hung up & sent a pic to the mobile number & they replied that they'd let me know ASAP. I was pretty shocked when they rang back within the hour. "Really happy at our end so if you could be at the address I'll text you 2:15 Wednesday afternoon that'll be great!" The timing couldn't have been better as Katie and myself were intending to take off on the Friday. I had to admit that I was a little nervous when Wednesday came around, it's not every day you're in a porno after all! I couldn't eat breakfast or lunch and I drove to the house which ended up being a pretty big place on the other side of town. There were plenty of cars parked which I took as being all of the other guys and I was welcomed at the door. "Cody right? I recognise you from the photo, I'm Cade, I'm the make-up artist." He shook my hand, pretty limply. I figured he must be gay, I can't imagine there's too many straight make-up artists! "Follow me, we'll just get you ready." I walked into what must've been like an ensuite bathroom, "Sorry it's a bit cramped but we do what we can! Just leave your clothes on the bed there & sit on this seat." He said it so matter of fact it threw me a bit but obviously he was a bit numb to it all. I could it tell he was sizing me up as I made my way over to the chair which didn't help my nerves. "First time, am I right? Don't worry, they'll have stuff if nerves get the better of you. And don't worry, I won't be femming you up or anything here, it's just to make sure you look OK on camera." I could hear a lot of excited male chatter from the other rooms and I had to admit I was getting a bit excited myself thinking who the girl might be. "Looks like you're getting a bit more comfortable about it all!" Cade laughed. "I'll let Seth know you're ready." "Did I hear my name?" I recognised the voice from the phone call as an older guy, around 50, stuck his head round the corner. "Wow Cody, you're a real looker aren't you? We're all set up & ready." He said looking me up & down which I guess was something he just did being in the porn industry. He put his arm round my shoulder & we started walking to the voices. "Now it's $500 cash as I said but you don't get any of it until the end of the shoot which I'm sure you understand because we don't want any funny business, now do we..." "No Seth......not at all...." "There's a good guy, and here's where the magic happens" we entered the room with a couple of cameramen, a sound guy and what looked to be about 10 or 15 guys of various shapes & sizes including some with tatts and some in hoods for anonymity (why hadn't I thought of that?). "Guys, please welcome Cody here to Cum Guzzlers 8!" The guys turned round to me, cheering & clapping, well the guys that weren't stroking their cocks anyway. Still no girl though, I guess she must've been running late or something. "Just make your way to the centre there Cody & I'll explain the ground rules for everyone before we start." I looked at him quizzically. "They're all gonna take advantage of you Cody, I just don't want things to get too out of hand." Wait.....I was the one to suck all of these guys off? END OF PART ONE

I had been kind of avoiding the bathhouses in my city since before the pandemic. Because of some local bylaws, we do not have dark rooms or sex clubs, and my last few experiences at my local bathhouse had not been the greatest. I had most of my fun in the past few years either at guys' places or at sex clubs and dark rooms while traveling abroad. But with my recent discovery of MDMA a few months ago, I have been experiencing unknown levels of wild uninhibition. Last Sunday, a guy invited me over to his place to hook up. He offered me a pill of MD as I arrived and we chatted for a while. After an hour, I was feeling nothing and the sexual chemistry with the guy was not there, even though he was very nice. I politely excused myself, got dressed, and made my way out. As I was walking to the nearest metro station, I was thinking about how horny I was and how difficult it may be to find someone quickly so I decided to head directly to what used to be my favorite bathhouse, which is known for being the place to bareback. Condoms had never been a question there for me, contrary to other places. As I was sitting in the train, I started to feel dizzy, with an insane thirst for dick and cum. I was feeling hotter and hotter, starting to sweat, even though I was sitting down. This MD was definitely stronger than the very first one I had a few months earlier. I was afraid I would get too high before I could get to the bathhouse, and as I arrived at my station, I walked very carefully trying not to trip or look drunk. After the short walk to the bathhouse, I tried to stay composed at the check-in counter, afraid they would deny me entry for being already fucked up. But I must have given a good enough impression as they let me in. I asked for a room in the basement, where the dark maze was, as I knew that's where most of the action happened. I made my way to my room, it was perfectly located close to the dark maze and most guys would have to pass by my door to go there. I was getting hornier by the second. I quickly undressed, completely naked and got out of my room, my towel on my shoulder instead of around my waist. I had never been this high before and for someone who usually dislikes being totally naked, I could not care less at that point. I was walking close to the wall as my balance was a bit compromised. The beat of the music was resonating like never before in my head and the lights, as dim as they were, were dazzling me. I arrived to the dark area, a sling hanging at the entrance of the narrow maze like space, lit in red. It was a Sunday, late afternoon, and although the crowd was not big, there was still a good number of guys to have fun for a few hours. I was walking trough the dark corridors, making my way between guys. My vision was affected and could (and was not trying) to make out their faces. I put myself in a corner, under the small bulb projecting a very dim yellow light. It was not long before I was grabbed by someone who kissed me. I had not had time to see who it was but I could feel his beard on my face. I was ready to kneel to suck his dick but he flipped me before I could go down, pinning me to the wall and starting to explore my hole with his fingers. I heard a spitting sound and a dick being shoved into my ass without warning. I screamed a bit but he did not care. He obviously wanted to unload and he fucked me for only a few minutes before shooting his load deep into my guts. I was shaking, I was dizzy and I fell onto my knees, still facing the wall. That first fuck had attracted the others and it was not long before I had another dick up my hole. Guys on Sunday evenings are usually looking to unload quickly and they are not trying to hold it. The second guy lasted a bit longer I think than the first one as I was busy sucking on cocks being presented to my mouth. A third one took his place, my hole become sloppier with cum dripping out. I was also covered in sweat, even if I'm not usually a big sweating guy but the MD was making me drip water. As the guys were taking turns on me, it felt as if my mind was leaving my body. As high as I was, my head spinning and my heart beating like crazy partly from the excitement and partly from the blaring music, I was seeing my seeing myself, naked on my knees in this dark sloppy corner, not able to tell if I was in pain because of the brutal way some guys were fucking me or having pleasure. I was thinking about how much of a shy and introverted guy I usually am, and the shame I would feel if my friends and colleagues were to see me like this. But I also could not care less at that time. I was greedy. I was showing them how much I wanted their dicks and loads by trying to make eye contact with them. They probably could tell I was all high, just looking at my glassy eyes and my sweat-drenched body. I was only a hole, separated from my mind. I don't know how long I stayed like this. I only got up when I noticed that there were no more guys fucking me. There was a puddle of sweat below me. I made my way to my room to lie down, thinking I would try and take a nap but I could not fall asleep and just closed my eyes. soaking all the weird feelings the music and the lights were giving me.

Sorry about the long delay. The Holidays had a lot to do with it. But here’s the next installment. Day One - 0400 hrs. “The biggest enemy you will face is your own mind.” The bearded ex-soldier lectured as he strolled between their ranks, raking his dark eyes over each of them as he passed. The early morning was cold, near freezing temperature, and his breath steamed out into the stagnant air. He didn’t scream or yell and his tone was conversational as he spoke. “You will be hungry. You will be exhausted. You will want to give up and quit. You will want to sleep. Your resolve will be tested. You must have an iron will. The weak, the shallow, the poorly prepared will be culled from the herd. We are here to prepare you. Every one of us has endured the training you will experience and we have all succeeded. Many of us have gone beyond that training. All of us have seen combat.” Around the perimeter of the ranks the Bravos had formed were other men, clothed in khaki tactical uniforms, none of which adhered to military uniform or grooming discipline. Some had shaggy hair, some had various forms of facial hair, most stood with hands in pockets to keep them warm. All of them looked rough and unforgiving as they fixed the Bravos with deadly stares of promised punishment. “You will be instructed and tested on knowledge and skills. We will evaluate your performance of the various Battle Drills. We don’t have enough time to broaden the depth of your skills by a great deal, and your ability to learn will dictate how much we can fit into the time we have. The faster you learn, the more we’ll teach. I have been told that you are dedicated and serious, but if you think this is going to be some camping vacation in the woods we will take a pound of flesh and send you back. You will not waste our time, nor your own. I don’t know what makes you special in the eyes of the Army and I don’t care. You are not special and we are not here to coddle you. First rule: Respect given is respect earned. Second rule: Honor and Integrity among brothers. I shouldn’t have to explain that, but I will. You will be honest with yourselves, and with us, and with your squad mates and your unit. Third Rule: Pay attention…to EVERY…THING. Men, make your selections.” Thirteen men moved inwards to walk among the Bravos. “You. Follow me.” Could be heard again, and again as the men picked out their chosen soldiers. A few had four Bravos, some had three, others two, and there were three who pulled only a single Bravo behind them. Soon, they all melted away into the wooded darkness, leaving only Weeble standing there alone. He stood there for a few quiet minutes, looking around and listening. There had to be someone here, right? Sound carried far in the winter woods when the air was thin and gradually all indications of his brothers walking away disappeared. Did they mean to leave him behind? Why wasn’t he picked? Weren’t they gonna teach him too? Was he s’posed to stay here and wait? Did he miss the signal to follow one of the men? Maybe he blinked at the wrong time and missed it. He was sure he was payin’ attention like they said. It had to just be a mistake. Weeble felt a slight panic start in his stomach and move into his chest. His heart began to beat faster, his breath became short and quick. They didn’t pick him. They knew he was weak and wouldn’t be able to keep up. He wasn’t going to move on with the other Bravos. The day he’d been dreading had finally come. It didn’t matter how hard he tried, or how skilled he became, he wasn’t a REAL soldier like the other guys. Once he was thrown in front of actual men who’d seen combat they saw right through him. Weeble fought to keep the tears from filling his eyes. The realization sank in that it wasn’t up to him, or his brothers. The Army wasn’t any different than gym class in high school. Even the coach, who was supposed to be fair, was reluctant to inflict his weakness on a team. He stood there in the dark doing everything he could to hold himself together, and it was taking everything he had. ******************* KEVIN It rarely bothered him that people thought things came easy for him, that he hardly had to work at them. That wasn’t true, but he didn’t feel any need to correct their assumptions. When it did bother him was when they used it as an excuse to leave most of the work for him, and he didn’t have time to pull someone else’s weight on a group project. As usual, he flirted with the irrational desire to sink the entire boat so that all three of them would fail the Fluid Dynamics project. It would serve those two right. But he knew he couldn’t afford anything below a 100%, not if he wanted to be inducted into the Honors Engineering Society. A star like that from MIT on his resume would open all the right doors. When he’d come back from Tom’s graduation from the Airborne course, he’d discovered his team had slacked off. None of the calculations had been done, and worse none of the experiments had been run to provide the data for the calculations. He’d even written up specific, easy to follow instructions on setting up the experiments, scheduled the lab time, reserved the equipment for his team when everyone knew the lab time and the equipment were extremely hard to come by. The FORTRAN program was written and compiled, error free, waiting for input to produce the graphs and tables, done by himself of course. He’d done everything possible to make it EASY for them to do their share of the project, and they’d blown it off as if it wasn’t 30% of their final grade. He was borderline angry at the incompetence and laziness. And he was trying to figure out what he’d have to NOT do so that he could make up the work. He couldn’t drop track practice for the week or coach wouldn’t run him at this weekend’s meet, and he needed this meet to qualify for Indoor Nationals next month. Even now, walking to the Taekwondo class he’d spent his preciously scant money on made him feel guilty for spending his free time on something non-academic. And that made him resentful because it was an important element in his plan to be the kind of man Tom would want. Tom was tough, and capable, physically imposing and borderline deadly. Kevin knew the Army would change Tom, but he hadn’t quite been prepared for the power, efficiency and granite-like solidity his boyfriend exuded even when he stood completely still. It was seductive and drew him like a moth to a flame, possessing a heady magnetic presence like the gravity of a celestial body. He could describe it no other way when simply being in the same room with Tom he felt a pull to be next to him, and when standing even a few feet away his skin thrummed with what had to be an imagined field effect, as if every cell in his body struggled to fly towards Tom for even the briefest physical contact. The fight not to kiss him this past weekend when they were in the presence of his mother, or in public was abject torture. There was not enough kissing, never enough. He salved the wound with small gestures, brief contact for no more than a three count, knees touching under a dinner table, a pat on the back, a playful grab or wrestle. Columbus, Georgia was another military town, with eyes everywhere and no one could mistake Tom for anything other than a soldier held to a strict code of conduct. Kevin could reason himself into accepting that this was the situation he’d signed up for, loving a military man, and he wouldn’t change that for anything, but it didn’t mean his very soul didn’t scream for release at some ridiculously inopportune moments. Another leash, which he could endure only because it would enable a future he desperately wanted. A future that at times seemed too distant to bear. He repeated the mantra he’d grown used to in the last month: Just a few years, and he needed this degree. A partial scholarship paid for the tuition, books, and a meal plan, his on campus job in the engineering lab paid for his dorm room he was hardly ever in which was a godsend because he could study and complete his vast amount of homework in the lab while he assisted the students who came in to complete assignments. He was lucky to be one of those chosen from all the applicants. On campus jobs were in high demand for those unfortunate enough to have poor families that couldn’t pay for the expensive school. Kevin’s parents didn’t believe in higher education, which they made clear when they tried to force him to go to work for his father’s towing company. He couldn’t imagine a more depressing and limited life, making money from people in unfortunate circumstances. Circumstances they wouldn’t be in if they had the kind of money to avoid being towed. Repossessions, illegal parking, breakdowns on the side of the road, unpaid tickets, seldom the situations wealthy people found themselves in. His parents weren’t bad people, they just had no motivation to do better, to be more. It often occurred to him that frequently the path of someone’s parents either ensured their kids would have a similar life, or in an act of rebellion completely opposite. He always envied Tom and his family. Tom’s parents owned their own house where Kevin’s parents rented, and it seemed so nice. ‘I don’t gotta fix nothing, just call the landlord’ his father said, as if that was of great benefit. ‘It’s too expensive to buy a house, and that’s how they harness you to the plow. Material things..’ his father said the word as if were a curse, ‘…are a trap meant to enslave the masses.’ It was something his father repeated rather than thought of himself, Kevin realized very young. His father wasn’t intellectually astute enough to form a philosophy like that himself. He steered his mind away from the issue of his parents. He didn’t like their complacency, but was unwilling to entertain such unfilial thoughts as blame, not when he grew up fed and clothed with a roof over his head, none of which were of a quality to indicate anything more than necessity. Clothes from thrift stores was what they wore, even his parents. Food that was edible but cheap, preferably a bargain or free. Now older, he realized his parents just didn’t know any better and that was how they were raised, and doubly crippled by the tumultuous social upheaval of the late sixties and early 70’s. The hippie movement might have contributed great things to the culture of America, but it also damaged an entire generation with hopes that there was any real alternative to capitalism. Maybe in some other country, but socio economic SYSTEMS that had been developed and refined over two hundred years just weren’t subject to change by a few thousand entitled adolescents who couldn’t understand that they had the luxury of their arrogant judgment precisely as a result of the hard work and sacrifice of the very parents they scorned. True systems of oppression existed in far too many other nations and it shamed Kevin to hear his parents consider the opportunities provided here as some evil scheme by tyrannical overlords to bind and entrap average people. In fact, it was made worse by his eventual understanding that ethnic groups in this country faced actual oppression every single day, frequently supported by law. If there was one thing he was grateful for that his parents had taught him, it was that if you didn’t buy into structures of class, everyone was equal. It had an unintentional effect on Kevin, who took the lesson to mean there was nothing holding him back except himself and he could rise to any level he desired. And that people of a higher level weren’t exceptional or special, just lucky to have advantages that others didn’t. His parents would be dismayed if they knew that their belief in a crushing system that diluted all individuality was exactly the system their son would use to excel, a system that didn’t care at all who you were or where you came from. It was a system that required the same steps for everyone, and education was the first necessary step. That was the argument they used when he left for MIT, that it would turn him into a robot slave focused on nothing except materialistic selfishness. Which was ironic considering Kevin could almost guarantee his father cheated on his taxes, and rationalized it by fooling himself that it was only to keep the fruits of his labor from the government that didn’t deserve it, rather than the true motive that he wanted more money. After all, his father didn’t give his money away to the poor, or a charity, he spent it. Quite a bit of it on beer and cigarettes. ‘Grrrrrr’ he growled as he trudged through the light snowfall of the early afternoon. Well he was in quite the mood if he’d gone down that rabbit hole of his parents’ failings. It was hard to regret any of it when it resulted in who he turned out to be. He sighed. Life certainly had a sense of humor. He felt better as he walked into the storefront near the MIT campus that served as the Taekwondo gym. He stamped his boots dutifully to shake off the snow before stepping off the absorbent mat just in front of the door. Maybe he’d be lucky and his dorm mate would be gone when he got back to the room. He would need a shower and a change of clothes before heading to the lab for his evening shift. “Kevin, you’re early.” The instructor greeted, serious as usual. Gary was someone Kevin struggled to figure out. The phrase ‘you’re early’ came out as some kind of complaint rather than a pleased observation. Kevin had the feeling Gary tried to hard to project the image of a tough and serious leader but in comparison to Tom and his Army platoon the pretense couldn’t be more obvious. Maybe among martial arts students and competitors that type of personality radiated strength, but Kevin saw it as foolish and unnecessary. It was even more apparent now that he’d seen Tom’s buddies and how relaxed and fun-loving they were when they weren’t on duty. From Tom he’d learned that competence and knowledge didn’t need arrogance for support. The harder you worked to prove you held a certain level only proved your own self-doubt. If you needed others to recognize your accomplishment your achievement wasn’t complete. He also found it strange that Gary didn’t seem to adhere to the true philosophy of a martial arts foundation. For Gary, it seemed to be about competition rather than self-improvement and mental growth. However, Gary pushed, accepted no excuses, and definitely possessed skill, which was what Kevin wanted. He didn’t need to approach this as a hobby because his goal was to keep up with Tom, at least in this aspect. He didn’t need to know how to shoot an enemy, or conduct a mission but knowing the mentality of mutual combat was important. He needed to show Tom that he understood at the very least. And he couldn’t understand without experience. So he didn’t respond to Gary’s accusatory greeting, if it could be called a greeting at all. Responding to useless observations wasn’t Kevin’s thing, especially the sort of observation that held an unspoken opposite: Gary was more irritated by students who were late. Kevin walked over to the row of chairs against the wall of mirrors and began changing out of his winter layers of clothing and into this dobok. He and Gary didn’t have anything to speak about, really, and Kevin found Gary’s personality grated on his nerves. Gary was far more gruff and hard-assed than he had to be, but again, it all came across as an act of intimidation rather than who Gary truly was. Kevin couldn’t help but feel like Gary was some sit-com character on TV, or Mr. Miyagi’s enemy in Karate Kid. The funny thing was, Gary thought his act brought him respect. Kevin just thought he was a fool. ‘Fuck, I’m in a bad mood’ he thought to himself as he sat in his usual spot on the mats to center his mind for the start of his warm up. According to Gary, these were the feelings he had to let go of in order to achieve focus. ************************* Weeble lay on his stomach hidden at the top of a small ridge, looking down on the four men below him. It was Dumbo, Shark, Alaska and one of the men from the compound. One of the things Weeble was trying to find the answer to was who these guys were. It was clear the Bravos were sent here for special training. ‘Well, MORE special trainin’ He thought to himself. But he’d also take the opportunity to learn what this guy was teaching his friends. He had nothing better to do, so why not? Weeble stayed in the clearing where he was abandoned for an hour or so, talking himself down from his near panic. Yeah, he was feeling sorry for himself, arguing with the demon in his head about why it wasn’t fair that they hadn’t picked him. He started thinking of all the reasons why the other Bravos were selected and he wasn’t, trying to come up with the reason why they were qualified and he wasn’t. His current decision to act didn’t occur to him until he’d almost automatically dismissed Assmunch, Sleeper and Zeus from his internal judgment. Of course they were chosen, all three were competent and skilled. And then it hit him: what would Assmunch do if he were in Weeble’s place? He certainly wouldn’t be sitting there feeling sorry for himself. Assmunch wouldn’t accept being useless. Then his thoughts naturally fell to the other Bravos. Zeus and Sleeper wouldn’t care what their hosts thought of them, hell Sleeper would probably find a good place to take a nap. Bootlicker would see it as an opportunity to sneak around and do his own thing, maybe test out a few tricks to throw a wrench in whatever their hosts had planned, just to see what the response was. Puta would just find a group and insert himself without asking, daring them to throw him out. He went down the list of Bravos and none of them would just sit there. They wouldn’t LET someone else exclude them. Cellblock would find a way to get a message to the Bravos about this and come up with his own plan. Demon and Troll would train, maybe test their skills at infiltrating the compound. But all of them would do SOMETHING. In the end, it was Weeble’s curiosity that determined his current situation. He wanted to know what the Bravos were learning. He wanted to know the point of being here. Their voices carried up to him in the cold air, even though they weren’t talking very loud and they were thirty feet away. He considered how cold air in the woods when the trees had no leaves allowed sound to carry further, and filed that fact away knowing if he wanted to stay hidden he had to be quiet. He wondered what the range would be on hearing people talk, or move. “Always have a plan.” The man instructing the three Bravos explained. “Plans start with a goal, then an examination of your current situation, your resources, limitations. Know your team and their capabilities. Know your battlefield, and EVERYTHING is a battlefield. Define your arena, your sphere of action. Thinking with those terms for every situation, no matter how small, trains you to see the path to success. You already do it without thinking for many things, but it doesn’t mean you don’t take these steps. It’s just that for most day to day activities you just do it automatically. Example: Your goal: get food. Situation: You’re hungry, maybe weak and tired. You have three men, so you need enough for all of you. You have environmental options - plants, if you can identify those safe to eat. There’s a compound, you know there has to be food there. You could hunt, plenty of squirrels, deer if you can kill one. Does anyone in your team know how to hunt, skin and field dress a kill? If the answer is no, you’d be wasting energy and time choosing to hunt. Your arena is these woods, which includes the compound. If you were on Post, or an urban environment you could simply walk to the chow hall, or a restaraunt.” “Won’t we be given that information, and training, before a mission?” Alaska asked. The man shrugged. “Sometimes, but you have to be prepared to come up with that yourselves. Sometimes you’ll be the ones giving that briefing. But either way, knowing the questions you need to ask, the information you need to achieve your mission, that falls on your shoulders. Details matter. What time is full dark? How much daylight do you have? When or where is re-supply? If there’s no re-supply what materials and resources can you bring with you? Can you acquire any of that during the mission? Can you call for a drop? You’ll have attack windows and deadlines, so coordinating objectives has to happen. Having the most information allows you to adapt to a chaotic battlefield. And battlefields are always chaotic. You can’t always depend on receiving orders, and a good leader will let you worry about the details of HOW to conduct the mission. Look at it this way: no one tells you how to tie your shoes anymore. You’re trusted to know how to do that by now. As a leader you shouldn’t be telling your men how to tie their shoes unless the mission is shoe-lace dependent and only a specific type of tying will work. There’s always some exception, of course, for special circumstances. You’ll have leaders who think they have to tell you how to tie your shoes, figuratively speaking. They’re usually not good leaders.” Shark snorted. “Met a couple of those.” He said with a smirk. “But we’re low grunts, coming up with our own ideas is kinda the opposite of everything they’ve been screaming at us.” “Yes and no.” The man responded. “There’s going to be a lot of ‘yes and no’ to all this. You’re taught not to question orders, to move when you’re told to move, to sit when you’re told to sit. That’s good training, it’s something you needed to get used to. It eliminates that hesitation that will get you killed. But it doesn’t mean you won’t have other roles you need to shoulder, at other times. You have to be ready to step into leadership at any time. By now you all know what it takes to run a squad, or you should. We saw you guys split up into smaller teams and head off on your own. You chose a leader of your smaller groups who determined your course, how you would achieve the overall mission objective, get to your target, and what you would do on the way. That’s how it usually works. The Army doesn’t want robots who don’t think for themselves, in spite of what your Sergeants may have beaten into your skulls. There’s a point to every method they’ve used to train you. If you’re smart, you’ve figured out when they tell you to dig a hole, they don’t necessarily want or need a hole. What they want, is that you internalize following orders no matter how stupid or useless you might THINK the activity is. Because whatever information you have it’s always less than what your leader has and you might never know the purpose, but there is ALWAYS a purpose. Digging that useless hole has a purpose, even if it’s just to adjust your attitude.” The silence stretched as Weeble’s brothers considered that information. Then Dumbo spoke. “So, why are we here? Training, sure. But for what?” He asked. “Good question, and a perfect example. I don’t know. I wasn’t told. I don’t know why I’m supposed to train you, I was just told to do it, and I don’t even know if our boss knows, that information may be above even his level. What I do know is that I don’t NEED that information to complete my objective. Would it be useful to know that? No, if it was, my commander would have given me that info. That’s how the chain of command works, how it SHOULD work. He trusts whoever hired us to provide the best intel to achieve our objective. I trust him in the same way. I’ve been told to dig a hole, so I’m digging the hole.” Weeble remained motionless on the ridge above as he thought about that and realized it expanded his entire view of the military by several levels. In ordinary circumstances the Bravos would have a mission, because all units, regiments, companies, battalions, commands had missions. Before he joined the Bravos, his overall mission was to keep the birds flying, the Apache Helicopters. In the shop, it was chewing through the constant maintenance checks for air worthiness, flight hour requirements, equipment details, tracking service checklists and a hundred other mechanical details that were necessary daily. But the Bravos were never given an overall mission except Infantry training, which honestly since he’d re-classed to Infantry he’d learned that training was continuous for Infantry across the entire Army, every day, every week, every month. Their host was right. It didn’t matter why. Someone decided training the Bravos this way was necessary and Weeble understood their operational effectiveness had soared in the time since he’d first put a foot down on German soil. He felt a rush of satisfaction that he could never imagine the Weeble back then laying alone in the woods eavesdropping on other soldiers thirty feet away without them being aware of his presence. Maybe Wicomb was right: he was a little bit of a badass now. A grin stole across his face at the thought. HE did this, and it wasn’t all that hard. “So we can you ask you questions, you’ll teach us anything?” Shark asked. The man chuckled. “Yes and no. I’ve got a lot to teach you, and not enough time, so we have to keep it to combat missions, tactics, and the skills necessary to operate. But I won’t tell you… how did your Sergeant put it when he screamed in that pretty boy’s face? ‘Shut your dickhole?’ That shit was hilarious.” Alaska jumped in. “Fuck, you were watching us? Dammit. Sarge was right, we should have set a perimeter. I hate when Sarge is right. So who are you guys? We know you’re military, or at least trained that way.” “Good observation. Yes, we are. Most of us fought in the Gulf War, some of us former JSOC, some RIF’d but most were at the end of their enlistment and chose not to take the re-up offers. Iraq sucked. Re-integration into civilian life is difficult, after all what we know isn’t all that useful on American soil and I have to tell you once you’ve seen combat it makes it even harder to fit in. But there’s a niche for highly trained former military as contractors, and the boss figured out that the U.S. government pays very well for certain skill sets and that there’s no shortage of situations across the world where the presence of U.S. Military is a detriment or disadvantageous. There’s also plenty of tasks that don’t need military involvement that are better suited to a civilian force like protecting or moving assets, retrieving specific items, gathering intel, training foreign locals for various engagements or to provide protection, embassy security, skills trades with NATO allies. We fill the gaps.” “That’s so cool.” Dumbo said. “Yeah, it’s good work, for the most part. My turn. Who are you guys? I know you’re Infantry, but you’re more capable than you should be at your age and rank. I’m not ashamed to admit you caught us underestimating you.” Weeble saw Shark stiffen up. It was almost unnoticeable, and someone who didn’t know Shark probably wouldn’t catch the tension there, but Weeble saw it. What spooked Shark? Weeble slowly moved his head to the right and examined the woods. Nothing there. He repeated the move to his left…nothing there either. The sounds in the woods hadn’t changed. Hmmm. Was it the veteran’s question? Why would Shark get tense about that? It was Alaska that answered. “Just regular infantry. About half of us were offered a re-class from our previous MOS, the rest had already done AIT for Infantry so we figure we all had to get unit training as a Platoon. We spent 6 months in Germany doing that, with Sarge…the guy you saw screaming at Sleeper… pushing us through training.” Weeble could see the veteran’s face change, his eyebrows squeezed slightly, his eyes fixed on Alaska. The man didn’t respond right away. He looked at Dumbo, then stared at Shark. The look he then gave Shark made Weeble’s hair stand on end. The veteran moved his head to face Alaska, but his eyes were still on Shark. “You were ‘offered’ a reclass to Infantry?” He said, almost so low Weeble couldn’t hear it. “Yeah. I mean, not exactly like that, it was more ‘We have a special training program available you’ve been recommended for, do you wanna?’ I didn’t really know it was going to be Infantry.” Alaska said, completely unaware something was off about the question. “And they put you with soldiers who were already Infantry?” The man continued. Alaska shrugged. “Yeah, where else were they going to put us?” “And they spent money to train you in Germany?” Alaska nodded. “You trained with other soldiers there? What base?” “Grafenwoehr. Why?” The veteran moved his face back to Shark. “No reason. What’s your name, Private?” He asked Shark. Weeble saw Shark swallow. “Gallick. They call me Shark.” “Step over here with me for a minute, Shark.” Weeble couldn’t hear them speaking, but the veteran seemed intense as he stood just a few inches from Shark and conversed with low voices. Weeble could see Shark start out nervous and scared as he kept his answers short. Whatever the veteran was asking, Shark didn’t like it. Then gradually Shark’s nervousness turned to defensiveness and determination as the speaking lengthened into drawn out silences, and finally Shark shrugged, shook his head, and pointed to the single chevron with a rocker on his upper arm while leaning forward to say something final with what appeared to be frustration. “So what do you think they’re talking about?” A voice whispered from just over his shoulder and Weeble just about screamed and jumped out of his skin. Only his training kept him from anything more than a minute jerk. The exceptionally cold knife placed against his neck made him freeze into stone. “How long you been there?” Weeble asked in a trembling whisper, attempting to cover to his fear and the pounding of his heart. “Long enough to kill you. Long enough to watch you maintain discipline. Answer my question.” The voice whispered. “I don’t know, but Shark don’t like it. And your buddy don’t like the answers he ain’t getting, neither. There’s a lotta head shakin goin on, lotta eyebrows squeezin together.” Weeble said. “Speculate.” The voice ordered. “Your buddy thinks Shark knows somethin bout why we’re here.” Weeble said, still watching the group below where Shark and the veteran had returned to join Dumbo and Alaska, but also trying to roll his eyes back to catch a glimpse of the man without moving his head. He couldn’t see anything. “And does Shark know that?” He was about to shit himself, his stomach was gurgling and his guts felt like a wild animal was trying to get free. The man asking questions could be anyone, out here in the woods, no one would find Weeble’s body, not for days. He could be killed just for spying on these deadly men and their secret, hidden maneuvers. Weeble gave a tiny shake of his head, one misstep, one lie, and that knife could be yanked backwards before he could blink. He could be buried in leaves in less than a minute. He didn’t have much choice. As long as he was talking, the man wasn’t moving. “He might know, but I don’t think so. I saw the squad leaders talkin yesterday, they didn’t seem too excited, not tore up neither. But who knows?” “You’re visible and exposed.” The voice whispered. “You just shared Intel with an unknown. I won’t be nice next time.” The threat was whispered with a brutal severity Weeble didn’t doubt for a second. Weeble waited for the next question, but it never came, he just felt the knife leave his neck. He slowly twisted his head to look behind him, so slowly just in case. The man was gone. Completely silent and nowhere in sight. Surely he could see him walking away, the visibility in the winter woods was so clear that unless he could hide behind a skinny tree Weeble should be able to see him, hear something rustling through the leaf bed on the forest floor. But there was nothing. Anywhere. He couldn’t believe anyone could sneak up on someone like that, just appear and disappear like a ghost? Weeble felt a tingle surge up his back. That was something Weeble wanted to learn. And he’d made three mistakes. Critical mistakes. Mistakes that came from assumptions. He assumed they’d abandoned him. Maybe they did, and the voice just happened to come across him as he was moving through the woods. He didn’t have to specifically be looking for or watching Weeble. But, there would have been nothing for him to find if Weeble had hidden himself better, found a better position that hid him from the group below AND any others. And then, the surprise and adrenaline made him run his mouth, his fear loosened his tongue. Just a simple threat and he spilled everything. He didn’t know who snuck up on him. Sure, it was probably one of the men from the compound, one of their hosts. And maybe they were friendly, but Intel wasn’t something he should share unless he received something of value in return or the person he shared it with was entitled to it. Fuck. So, not only was he dead, he was a traitor. A dead traitor. Which was really the only kind of traitor anyone should tolerate. And dead men don’t speak, so he should keep his fuckin dickhole shut from now on, like Sarge said. He smirked. Hunter Wicomb sure liked it when he opened his dickhole. Weeble felt his own dick begin to swell, and immediately squashed the thought. This wasn’t the time. At least he kept his pants clean, but just barely. It didn’t happen often, but it wouldn’t have been the first time he’d been forced to just let go in his pants. Most of the time on a march or patrol you had time to dart to the side of the road or path if it was urgent, drop your pants and push a turd out, then pull em back up real quick and get back in position. Sometimes it came on you too fast and you couldn’t get em down in time. If you were in fixed position, you didn’t move for anything, and it could be hours. You learned to keep an MRE bag, or box in your pack or one of your pockets that you could whip out if you needed it. Taking a piss wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t easy, but you could let one go without stopping. Again, you didn’t usually have to take a piss in the middle of a patrol, but if you did you just pulled your dick out and aimed it away from the guy in front of you. Your body does something that shuts down those sort of functions while it’s busy exerting itself. And the desire not to shit yourself, or piss yourself is stronger than most people think. Weeble knew of one guy who didn’t shit for two weeks in Basic, he didn’t like people seeing him poop, so he held it because their toilets were in a line and open to the sinks and showers. In Basic, you were NEVER alone, it wasn’t allowed, against regs for a recruit to be by himself at ANY time, even in the latrine, even for a shit. When he finally couldn’t hold it anymore, he clogged one of the toilets in the latrine with a turd almost as big as a man’s forearm. That guy never lived that down, the whole barracks came to look at that brown crocodile floating at the top of the overflowing toilet No one could believe something that size came out of that guy’s asshole, and whatever it was that clogged the rest of the toilet wasn’t much smaller. He said it felt like he was having a baby. They called him Turd Baby the whole rest of Basic. When they had their training module for medical which was more about which injuries you WOULD report to your drill sergeant, and which you wouldn’t, they got a brief talk on why you didn’t hold your shit or piss and what it could do to you if you did. Turd Baby was given a buddy that was in charge of making him take a shit at least once every two days and calling out at morning formation whether Turd Baby had taken a shit yet, for everyone to hear. “PRIVATE HAWKINS, HAS PRIVATE BARROW TAKEN A SHIT TODAY?” The Drill would scream out, while Barrow tried to endure the embarrassment. “Drill Sergeant, Private Hawkins has not taken a shit today, Sergeant!” Barrow would yell at the top of his lungs. “PRIVATE HAWKINS HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE PRIVATE BARROW HAS TAKEN A SHIT?” “Drill Sergeant, it has been forty eight hours since Private Barrow has taken a shit!” “PRIVATE HAWKINS ESCORT PRIVATE BARROW TO THE LATRINE TO TAKE A SHIT.” “YES DRILL SERGEANT!!” He was called the Dookie Herder, The Shitherd, or Poolice, which he hated. If he hadn’t taken a shit for two days, their Drill sent Turd Baby and the Dookie Herder to the latrine while the rest of the class got smoked until they came back successful. One time, someone gave Turd Baby some chocolate laxative without telling him so they wouldn’t get smoked the next morning while they waited for him to shit, and that didn’t turn out too good. Laxatives don’t MAKE you shit, they make it easier to shit. Poor dude couldn’t stop shitting. They got smoked for an hour straight, and Dookie Herder said he counted thirty flushes and twice as many ‘oh god’s’ while he tried not to pay attention to the sounds coming from behind him. Weeble figured that was Turd Baby’s own fault, if he didn’t save all that shit every day, he wouldn’t have so much he needed to get out. Weeble was surprised. He hadn’t thought about Basic Training in forever, it seemed so long ago. It seemed like he saw a completely different Victor back then. He was just a kid, stupid and scared, while everyone around him seemed so grown up and tough as well as far more capable than he was. Older now, he could look back and see how stupid and scared EVERYONE was, and while there were a couple guys who did well as recruits most everyone else wasn’t that much different than Weeble. Turd Baby was so scared of anyone watching him shit that he almost landed himself in the hospital. His head spun for a moment while his two lives overlapped - who he used to be, and who he was now. So different, but so much the same. He still believed everyone else had their shit together, the rest of the Bravos were more capable, and he was the sad, scared, wimpy, small guy. But what if he wasn’t? In five years would he look back on his time with the Bravos and see that they were ALL the same, just like how he saw Basic now? Well, except for Sleeper, Zeus, and Assmunch. Those three weren’t normal. But the rest? Would it look the same to him as he remembered about himself and the others in Basic? No one had their shit together in Basic, they were all idiots, all just learning what it meant to be in the Army, all of them breaking one reg or another more out of ignorance than anything. Just a group of barely adult kids who didn’t know what it meant to be a soldier. All of them were screamed at by the Drills daily, even hourly. In hindsight, he probably fell toward the top of his graduating class because he put his maximum effort in daily just to prove he wasn’t lacking. There were plenty of other recruits that didn’t seem to give a shit how well they did, whether they maintained discipline, and didn’t take it seriously. The truth was, if he’d bothered to see it, the Bravos treated him like he belonged. He wasn’t some pathetic disappointment to them, he was their brother and he pulled his weight. They didn’t see him like he saw himself, and if he was honest it all centered on his size. It was almost as if after a certain point they didn’t even notice he was short and rather physically average. He mentally corrected that thought - since he’d joined the Bravos he’d filled out pretty nicely. He could look at himself in the mirror and appreciate his unfamiliar muscles, his low body fat, he even had a full round butt that Hunter seemed to like a whole lot. He danced away from that line of thought, it wasn’t the time to think about sexy Hunter and those eyes. Or that dick. The guys below were watching the veteran from the compound doing something with a net that appeared to be the size of a small blanket. “This is your foundation.” He held up the net in one hand. In the other, he held a roll of twine. “This is what you tie the material on with. Use your environment, what you see. We have some pine, different types of leaves, but there’s no grass. The goal is to break up your profile mixing dark materials, and light materials. Never create a uniform ghillie made from one material. Your BDU’s stand out in the winter woods, there’s almost no green here, it’s all brown but your BDUs are green. If you were in the Middle East you’d be required to wear desert camo, which is brown. That’s first. Second, you’re shaped in the outline of a person, and the eye will grab that shape before anything else. Third, movement should be minimized the closer you get to an enemy. Slow, and I mean painfully inch by inch. It might take an hour to cross ten yards, and you vary your profile. Never move in a constant head-first direct line. A quick scan by the enemy will catch if that lump of grass suddenly seems ten feet closer. Pay attention to more than just the front view, you should be hidden from every location around you.” Weeble was riveted. Of course they knew about camouflage and ghillie suits, but creating them on the go was never something they were taught. The veteran continued. “On a mission in the wild you should have these two items in your kit. Make your ghillie boring, unremarkable, with no unusual features.” Weeble didn’t have either, so he’d have to get creative. He slowly moved away from the edge of the ridge. ***************** Two hours later, he waited patiently for the group ahead to turn their heads away. They were on their knees with their butts seated on their heels. He wasn’t yet close enough to hear what was being said, but he recognized Troll, Cellblock and Holler with a different man who was gesturing with his hands to the ground where a couple pine cones stood on end, with some fist sized rocks placed strategically around. He saw his opportunity and scuttled behind another tree. He’d looked at the ground ahead and found enough bare spots or rocks to step on to get there silently. The tree he actually wanted to hide behind had too many leaves around the base so he gave up on that one. When he first hunted for materials to disguise himself, he was lucky and found a shrub that had a mess of tiny branches, twigs, and green leaves that were about the size of his fingernail. He didn’t know what type of bush it was, but it broke up the pattern of his BDUs without him having to cover every inch. He used mud to cover his hands, face and neck, stuck some bark from a rotting tree down the neck of his blouse so it stuck up behind his head and on the sides. He had several pine branches with both green and brown needles tucked into his belt upwards and downwards, front and back. He had loose pine needles and oak leaves covering his patrol cap. He found a vine and used it to create a roughly woven ‘hat’ that he stuffed handfuls of leaf litter and pine needles into. That vine was useful, and he draped more of it down his back, tucking several lengths down his boots. He crawled forward slowly in a duck walk, praying no one would glance his direction before he could position himself. He waited for the wind to gust and send the branches overhead rustling and he timed his crawl with those. Once, Cellblock looked around, probably just checking the perimeter, and Weeble folded into a ball the instant he saw Cellblock’s head move. At that point, he was close enough to hear a little of what was being said. He wasn’t sure he should chance getting any closer, but as his eyes darted around he noticed a rock, maybe a boulder no more than shin high not too far away at 9 o’clock. It was a better position, provided more cover, was closer, maybe twenty feet from the group. He just had to find a way to get there. He was just about to make his move when he felt the cold knife against his throat again. “Better. But still pathetic.” The voice whispered. This time, Weeble felt anger well up rather than fear. What the fuck? “Every time you fail, you get cut.” The knife left his throat and a half second later he felt a sting on his ear. The knife was back at his throat before he completed the gasp. “That was just a taste. Next time I won’t be gentle. I will carve you up.” Weeble resisted moving even though the words threw a bucket of cold water on his anger. Was the guy following him? He’d been watching everywhere, trying not to stay in the open, he even left Shark’s group hoping to leave the area where the guy first found him. “What are they talking about?” The whisperman asked. “The compound, I think.” Weeble answered automatically, hoping to avoid another punishment. Another flick came, another sting on his ear. “You don’t learn, stupid. Who am I?” Weeble hesitated. “I don’t know.” He mumbled quietly. Another flick and his other ear stung and then the knife was pressed more firmly into the skin of his throat. “I’m the enemy. Bring me those pine cones. And you better get away clean.” Weeble faced a moment of indecision. If he did what the voiced asked, would he be punished again for cooperating with the enemy? Would he be punished for refusing? He didn’t know the right thing to do. “Three…”. The whisperman said. “Two…” “Fuck you.” Weeble said. “Get ‘em yourself.” The cold steel slid across his neck an inch. He felt blood drop down his skin. Whisperman was a fucking psycho. Weeble rolled away from the blade when he felt the cut, onto his back and kicked out with both feet feeling both boots make contact with something solid. He didn’t wait to see Whisperman recover, he ran. He knew Cellblock’s group probably noticed the commotion and him running away but he didn’t care that he blew his cover. He had to get away. “I’ll find you, little puppy. You can’t hide.” The man’s voice called out into the woods as Weeble ran for his life. “Hey! You can’t be here!” Weeble heard another man’s voice call. “On your knees!” That had to be the guy with Cellblock’s group. Weeble ran, not knowing if that was for him, or Whisperman. He heard gun fire, small caliber, five rounds, a handgun of some kind judging from the crisp ‘pop’ of each trigger pull. The projectiles weren’t in his direction, he didn’t hear anything hit around him, so they must have been for Whisperman. Fuck! Fuck! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK. What the fuck was happening? Who was Whisperman? The soldier that was part of the compound group didn’t recognize him and actually shot at him. Weeble hoped he caught a bullet. He was flying through the woods as fast as he could run, and he realized he had to make a plan. Hide out? Definitely, until he could get his bearings. He remembered a small ravine to the east. Weeble scrambled over the uneven ground of the woods, careening around trees and trying to identify anything that would give him cover as he ran. He had to disappear, put as much distance and objects between himself and Whisperman as he could manage. He ran generally east, but in a chaotic path of blocking trees, shrubs, hills, depressions, anything that might hide him from view. When he got to the ravine several minutes later he furiously buried himself in dead leaves against the side of the ravine, hunkered down in a depression that was a foot deep so that the overhang covered him. He hoped the cut in his neck wouldn’t get infected from the mud he’d covered himself with. His breath came in gasping heaves that he knew he had to slow, it was far too loud. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK He knew he’d probably left some kind of trail, but hopefully the dormant winter undergrowth resisted easy identification. He couldn’t stay here long. Remaining in place ensured Whisperman would find him eventually, and it sounded like the psycho had a boner for him for some reason. Maybe he recognized someone else spying and not part of the group from the compound. He had to stay on the move. But where was safety? The compound was the only place he could think of. Even if they didn’t put him with the others, at least they wouldn’t kill him. Psycho Whisperman could have killed him twice, he thought. If he really wanted to, but he didn’t. He was toying with Weeble, he seemed to enjoy making him afraid. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill him, Weeble got a totally creepy feeling from the guy. Whisperman kept using his knife, without hesitation, like he enjoyed it, cutting him four time, drawing blood. He promised worse the next time he saw Weeble. And he kept asking what the groups were talking about. Was he trying to get intel on the compound? On the group running things? It was clear Whisperman wasn’t afraid of the men in the compound, he’d damn near invited the soldier in Cellbock’s group to confront him when he called out to Weeble, to taunt him, exposing himself in direct opposition to what he’d first whispered to Weeble. Someone like Whisperman would have noticed the sidearm the man carried. He must not be concerned he’d be caught. Weeble didn’t doubt that at all, Whisperman was silent and sneaky. Fuck. Weeble felt a shiver go up his spine. An idea occurred to him. Would Whisperman teach him? The compound guys weren’t doing it, they’d left him as if he wasn’t worth their effort. All the Bravos were chosen specifically. Maybe Whisperman would show him how to get intel, if that’s what he was after. He had the advantage of being invited here as a Bravo. The compound guys wouldn’t suspect him as a spy. And maybe the psycho would teach him how to sneak around and stay hidden. He’d love to learn how to do that. Weeble trembled. It was a risk. It could go wrong. Whisperman was a psycho, probably couldn’t be trusted. But, what options did he have? He couldn’t hide out here, as well as survive. He’d need to eat, and Whisperman could catch him any time he was out in the open. He didn’t fool himself that he had the skills necessary to evade someone like Whisperman. He could avoid the other groups easily, but escape someone who was deliberately hunting him? Weeble couldn’t imagine a single scenario where he could reach the compound without Whisperman finding him. If he was Whisperman, he’d already figure out that’s where Weeble would head. ‘Fuck him’ Weeble thought. ‘Fuck that asshole!’ He repeated as he tried to calm his breathing. He was trapped. He couldn’t make it to the compound unless he was VERY good, and he had no illusions about pitting his skills against Whisperman’s. Pre-Bravo Victor would have curled up and cried. But he was Weeble now. He was a fucking Bravo. Even pre-attack Weeble… what was that guy’s name? Delfin? No, Delnick… fucking rapist. Dead Delnick, HAH Delnick Dead Dick… whatever… even that Weeble would have given up and laid down to die. This Weeble? THIS fuckin’ Weeble wasn’t gonna let this fuckin psycho determine how this played out. Screw him. And screw his momma too. Just because she was the bitch that made him. Weeble began to form his plan

Thanks, FP! That’s sound advice. Much appreciated.

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I hope I don't sound too callous in the following. I've been out for over 40 years now, and have watched a variety of porn over the years going back to some filmed (yes, on film) back in the 1970's. A huge portion of the performers in the porn of the 70's, 80's, and even 90's are now dead, some because of old age (hot guys who were, say, 35 in 1975 would be in their eighties now), a good many from HIV-related health issues, and a not insignificant number from drug-related causes, not counting at least half a dozen I could probably name who met an untimely death through violence. Maybe having been through (not closely, mind you, just as an observer) so many, many deaths over the decades, it just doesn't occur to me to be squicked out watching someone I know has passed on. I certainly don't feel that way about mainstream actors and actresses in movies - you'll pry my copy of All About Eve out of my cold, dead hands - and I don't see much reason to change my view simply because the pleasure I derive from watching the performance is erotic and/or sexual instead of intellectual and/or emotional. That's not to say my way of looking at this is, or ought to be, standard - just stating the facts for me and me alone.

I was 10 the first time I swallowed a load of sperm and I knew that I was a true Cocksucker 😊

I don't anticipate this ever happening, but ...... Owning/running a raw fuckjoint. No vanilla guys, no rubbers, just guys Breeding each other. Nothing fancy, just a "destination" pigpen w/ gh's , darkroom, maze, all of that cool stuff .... Probably would need a first class law firm too, come to think of it .....

In the 90s I had 2 really hot fucks. One where the top came in me and pulled and finished cumming all over me. Another a year and a half later where the inlet the top in me bare without any hesitation but he pulled out and blew the biggest load all over me. We met again with the intent of him fucking be bare again and cumming in me but he just couldn’t do it. After that I behaved until Jan 2 2006. I had the day off and went to the ABS and started playing with a guy who gave me a hit of poppers for the first time. I was in heaven and bought a bottle and found some other guys to fuck me but no one would go bare. A few weeks later I hooked up with a guy that only wanted bare. We had the whole theater room to ourselves so he strips off my pants and bends me over and slides in bare while we both popper up. He fucks me for a solid half hour or more when he says he is getting really close and then says on you or in you. I told him in me and he asks again are you sure. Nervously I said yes. He makes me take another hit of poppers and a minute or two later dumps a huge load deep in me. He stayed in till he went soft and went to clean up. He told me to not to get dressed. He comes back and we chit chat and he wants to go again and we do for another half hour and he asks again if he could cum in me again. I responded you never have to ask again and he unloaded an ever bigger load. After that we fucked 2-4 times a week for a year. Sometime in that year he pozzed and didn’t know it. When he found out he was afraid to fuck me but I caught on that he was still fucking bare at the glory holes. So I would park in an adjacent lot and get there before he did and took his load a bunch of times. When he figured out it was me he got a little upset and I lied and told him I just found out I was poz too and he went back to fucking and cumming in me. He went on meds a couple of months later. Thing is I never pozzed am I’m still neg s of Oct 2022. We still fuck to this day a few times a year every year.

I've mentioned some facets of my life-partner in other threads, so I won't rehash that again. I'll just mention that yes, this kind of relationship can and does exist, and for decades. We met at the tubs, and that was the beginning of just over 30 years of a magnificent, wonderful, truly loving relationship. Yes, there were arguments, disagreements, but not about sex. I miss him every day, but not in a sad way; more like a "how did this gift come to an asshole like me" kind of way. So yeah - two pigs definitely can love each other very deeply, and have pigsex with other pigs separately, together, and in any combination. Putting the other guy first, keeps you first.

I would suggest you join Asspig, the hook up site for fisting. Explain just what you are looking for in your profile. Be open to a man who may think of himself as vers or bottom-- some of the best fisting tops are men who take a hand themselves. If you possibly can, you want the same person to keep working your hole until you are open. The right man will go slow and ask for feedback as he works on you (too fast, pull back for a moment, I need a break.) It may not happen the first, second or third time--everyone is different. You can help by finding a graduated set of butt plugs to play with on your own.

Last week I was driving to an appointment in Orange Park , Florida and sometimes I have Grindr up just in case I might get lucky. Well with that being said , I looked and saw the Red message light with a Pic of a cock and two words "Wanna Fuck". I answered of course followed by where located. As the map populated with directions it was less than 3/4 mile away and in a neighborhood where I played with a top a few years back. This got my blooding flow quick and when I made the last turn I knew exactly where I was going. I parked and he greeted me at the door and told me which bedroom. I asked if he had poppers and he said they were old, but as horny as I was they could been totally skunked and I would not have cared. We both got naked and he was already prepared with his cock ring on. I jumped on the bed went ass up and told him to go easy since it had been a while since I had a BWC ( 8-8.5). He lined the head of his cock against my mancunt and the resistance was what I expected, I took a big hit of poppers and within seconds I felt my self relax and then he was able to work the head in, took another big hit and next thing you know I feel his balls against my ass cheeks. He started pumping me at a good pace with long deep strokes and within minutes I feel him tense up and pump his first load into me. Since we had played in the past I knew he was good for second round without going soft, he stayed in the same position and resumed pumping even pulling all the way out a few times and going right back in balls deep. By now the wetness of my hole,smell of cum and poppers was in the air and he had shifted position from traditional doggie to climbing further up top and getting the deepest penetration. He dug me out and I was urging him on to breed my mancunt again, he tensed and buried his cock full depth, this time when he shot I could every spasm as his cock was shooting. I ended up getting off and locked my cum out of my hand, he pulled out and the feeling of emptiness came over me. When I stood up I had cum running down my leg and I knew I was loaded well. All in all from the time he initially messaged me it was a total of 15 minutes or less from door to door. My mancunt was wet while at my appointment and it was not easy to hold it from leaking. Today I will see him again with photos and video to add.

Part 5 My first appointment arrives at 8:30. It's one of the younger guys and he says nothing. He drops his pants and sits on the bed. Then he starts playing straight porn loudly on his phone. I know what to do. I put his cock in my mouth. I suck it, lick it, swallow it, anything I can think of to get him off. After a few minutes, his breathing picks up and he lets out a big sigh. A nice warm load to cum fills my mouth. Seeing that doesn't want to acknowledge me, I take my time slowly swallowing it down. It's a tasty load and I didn't eat breakfast this morning. At 9:30, my first fuck of the day arrives. He's an older guy, maybe the oldest here. What he does shocks me: he kisses me. Hard and deep. None of these men have even acknowledged my mouth other than it being a cum receptacle. Then he slowly removes my clothes and lays me on the bed, just my frail pale skin and a locked away dick. He fingers my nipples, then sucks on them like they're tits. It feels amazing. He works his way down my body, kissing every part. He even kisses the head of my penis through the cage. Then he lifts up my legs and dives his big hot tongue in my pussy. Fuck! I did not expect any of this at all. Once I'm well lubed with saliva and moaning like the whore I am, he inserts his cock. He fucks me missionary style and stares deep into my eyes. He keeps calling me Maria, maybe that's his wife's name? Finally, his whole body shakes as his cock erupts inside me. He collapses on top of me and kisses me again, the taste of my pussy on his lips and tongue. I wish this never had to end, but his break is over. By 10:30, I am recovered and ready for more. The next man is no lover. He wants to fuck my mouth, and that he does. I choke down his cock as his big hairy nutsack slaps against my face. He cums violently down my throat and it's hard not to choke, but I manage. Good thing I've practiced so much on black football players back on campus. I get a break from the fun part of my job to set up for lunch. I know Luis has plans for me, so I need everything ready early. When the clock strikes noon, the door opens and eight sweaty Mexican men pile in the trailer. Some look at me and others don't. They make their way to the table to eat. Luis is last in the room. When he approaches me I ask, "Do you want to eat or fuck first?" He gives me an evil grin and says, "Both." He pulls out a chair, drops his pants, and sits down. Then he grabs a sandwich from the table and starts to unwrap it. "Get to work," he says. "Right here? We have a bed now. Maybe we should..." Luis lifts up his gold chain and jingles the chastity key as the room starts to fill with laughter. "Yes sir," I say as I approach his chair. "Fuck yourself," is all Luis says. I take it from there. I drop my skirt and panties and face away from Luis, so all the men can watch as they eat. How I wish I had those poppers that are sitting by the bed right now. Thankfully I'm opened and lubed from the lovemaking session earlier. I start to lower my ass onto Luis' cock, which is standing straight in the air. I grab his cock and direct its head into my opening, my hands not able to wrap all the way around it. I start to lower myself into it and wince in pain as his head enters my hole. The men are loving it. Chants of "white whore" start up again, which motivates me to keep going. And of course some are filming it. As Luis eats his lunch, I work my way down until I'm fully impaled on his cock. It feels amazing yet painful. I can feel him poking my guts. I pause to let my hole get used to the feeling, but Luis' deep voice quickly reminds me, "Fuck yourself, boy!" With that instruction, I begin bouncing up and down on his cock. It feels amazing, like I'm being probed by a Mexican god. Every time I'm all the way down, I feel the heat of his enormous balls, full of seed. In this moment, I wonder if Luis has any children and think of how jealous I am of any women he's knocked up. I continue to fuck myself and Luis shows no sign of cumming. The men continue to eat their lunches, stare at me, and shout things to each other in Spanish. Fuck, this feels so good. Then, it happens. Out of nowhere, I have the most intense orgasm of my life. I moan like the whore I am as boy cream erupts from the piss hole in my chastity cage. I've never cum without touching myself and am shocked this is happening. This only makes the men laugh and cheer harder. As exhausted and euphoric as I feel, I know I can't stop until Luis breeds me. I keep pounding my hole over his cock until I finally hear that familiar growl and he starts to erupt inside me. He taps me to indicate he's finished and I slowly stand up and remove his massive tool from my stretched hole. Luis then commands me to "clean up the mess you made." I get down on the floor and lick up the pile of my own boycum. As I do so, my open and cum filled hole is on display for the men to enjoy. I feel humiliated. I feel used. But I feel right. I have the best job in the fucking world.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter V: The Spring Break Pozzing: It's about two weeks later and Benny sends me his proof pozitive: A text with a screenshot from his lab test from his doctor showing my latest conquest with a VL of 1.1m “Way to go, Sir, I'm carrying your virus in me now, just like you said would happen!” “I'm so happy for you, Benny!! In addition to letting me infect you with my gift, there's 1 more thing you can do for me,” I texted back. “You can get me a ticket to KyleStyle's live event in Chicago in 3 weeks.” “Yes, I will be there as well, and I can make you my Plus One, or should that be + 1” “Perfect, I'll see you there.” I had not told Benny of my intention to poz his boss Kyle. It was my dirty little secret I shared only with my fellow poz predator gifters, Eric and Keith: “It's good to have goals, guys,” I began my text to them, “and here's my goal,” sending a pic from Kyle's Insta page. “Nice, stud!, get him good! Poz him up with your viral seeds!” Eric wrote. My gifter Keith whose strain I proudly carry and spread at will, texted “Fuck yes, man, make him yours and change his life with your mark!” I had my opportunity now, Benny and I would go to the live event together and he would take me to meet Kyle. He only thought I liked Kyle's page and wanted to attend for innocent reasons. He had no idea my aim was to infect, to spread my HIV into the strapping blond Minnesota farm boy....I was now a Poz Disrupter and I was determined to disrupt the Instagay. But until then, I had other pozzing pursuits: Caleb, the hot kid from Miami, who was all of 20 years old , said he would fly in for my seed. Did I doubt that?– yes, a bit, and then one day I get emailed a flight itinerary for 4 weeks hence. Caleb was kind enough to also include a pic of his drivers license with his flight info: “Here is my ID and my flight information so you know I'm serious. I am combining a spring trip to see relatives in L.A with this opportunity to take your strain, Sir!” I had been texting on and off with the 20-year old college student, Caleb, who is a junior at college in Florida, but who grew up in L.A. I was glad he sent me his ID before any message got too intense, just to verify he was eligible to receive my infectious gift, but mainly also to braggingly send it around to my fellow poz predators Keith and Eric: “Look at the sweet 20-year old hole I'm aiming to destruct, eat your hearts out, brothers! This one is all mine.” Virgin hole gonna take his first raw load ever and it's gonna be my bugged-up strain!” “Hell yes, brother,” Eric texted, “poz him up good before he knows what hit him!” “Mark him for life, stud, Keith texted back Caleb was eager as well and I was psyched up more than ever to bug up this little chaser's untouched hole. I say untouched cuz Caleb told me he was fucked only once before in his life, with a condom and he hated it, he wanted bare skin and he wanted my HIV. Yes, sir, I saw your pic with your biotat and I knew I wanted to follow in your footsteps,” he messaged me one night. “I can't find anyone detectable around here,” every top I talk to is on meds or wants to use a condom.” “Man on man sex needs to be raw to count in my book, kid” That's a virgin hole you've got as far as I'm concerned and I'm gonna fuck it good and inject my gift into it. You'll love the gift I've got for you, then you can regift it over and over!” was my text back to Caleb. “You're really detectable, Sir?” he asked To this, I sent him a copy of my latest lab results, the results that two weeks ago had puzzled Idealistic Young Gay Doctor at my last visit. I just shrugged as to why the meds hadn't taken effect yet and smiled over at Keith standing in the corner of the exam room. HVL inched up to 1.6 million, proven poz-potent now for Justin and Benny and no doubt Caleb would be the next entrant on my poz roster. “No meds here, son,” I texted him, “and you will be my son in pozhood if you let me bring you over the line, boy. I am high-viral now and ready and able to infect.” "You have my flight info, so you know I'm coming for it! A plan was forming in my mind...“I'll be happy to pick you up from the airport, son,” I offerred, “but if I do, I'd stop at my house and I can pozload you and then drive you over to your parents' house? Wouldn't you like to see Mom and Dad with my virus already invading your bloodstream?” “Fuck yes, sir,” I'll tell my Mom I'll get an Uber from the airport.” And so the plan was hatched for me to poz and corrupt his 20 year old virgin hole, untouched by raw cock and a man's seed. Despite my VL being high making me so fucking horny all the time, I managed to hold off on cumming for the previous 5 days before Caleb's flight arrived. I waited in the cell phone waiting area and finally at 3:15, my phone buzzed: “Landed, getting my bag now, see you soon, Sir!” I pulled up to the United pickup area and there he was just like the pic on his ID, young, thin, light brown hair and when he turned around to gather his bag, I noticed his nice round butt in his jeans. He had on a blue and yellow T-shirt from that big box electronics store. “I worked a late shift last night at B*** B**, I never changed outta my work shirt,” he said, climbing into the car. I greeted him with a deep kiss. Sparks tingled in my poz cock which had sprung to full mast upon my seeing the next victim for my strain. “No worries, kid, I'll have you out of your clothes soon enough,” I remarked, and with that we were on our way. While we drove, Caleb reached over and undid my button fly and pulled out my pierced pozzing stick. He held it in his hands while he talked. “That's the cock that will change your life, kid,” I bragged to him, as he played with it with his hand “Feel it, just think that soon it will explode my strain into your little virgin hole. That cock is your destiny, boy” You ready for some poz fun?” “Yes, Sir, so glad we can do this now! My folks actually ordered a big screen TV to be delivered today, and since I work at B*** B**, they expect me to mount it and install all the programs,” he complained, “ so my tomorrow will be busy with that, and then there are relatives coming over to see me. My brother is also coming home for his Spring Break, so I'm glad I get you now for some fun, I don't know that I'll be able to tomorrow.” With that, he leaned over and took my hard cock in his mouth right there on the 405 freeway. Trying to pay attention to my driving, I just said “We'll figure something out,” but already I was formulating an idea. But first, we arrive at my place and I send the kid into the shower to prepare for brushing/fucking/pozzing. Caleb came out of the shower and paused to let me inspect his merchandise...his butt was round and smooth, his chest had little wisps of light brown fuzz around his nipples but other than that he was almost hairless. “I was thinking I'd get my biotat right around here, he said, pointing to his left nipple..that is, if I do go poz,” “Oh with me, baby boy, you will get pozzed, I guarantee it,” I assured him. I could see in his eyes this maybe scared him a bit, so I led him over to the bed and we just held each other for a few minutes. In time, he started playing with my poz cock in his hands, tugging gently at the prince albert piercing. He reached down to suck up a trickle of my toxic pre-cum. “Is it gonna hurt, Sir?” he looked up and asked. “Honestly, the brush will hurt but you'll get used to it,” I cautioned. “Once I start fucking you, I will only pull out to do a quick mid-fuck brush, then I'll fuck you again and you'll get my seed. I do a brush-up afterwards to make sure it gets in there.” “I've got a 5-day load brewing up in my balls full of my poison for your hole, boy” Now is the time to tell me not to proceed,” I added, positioning myself behind him, raising him up on all fours. I plunge my tongue into his hole and the sweet smooth opening gives way to the invader. He is enjoying the rimming and like with all my pozzings, I like to taste the hole before I break the hole. “You like that man's tongue, on your hole, boy?” “Yes Sir” “OK, boy, brush time,” and I squeeze out some of my constant precum onto the brush and slowly get it inside Caleb. I'm met with a burst of bright red from his hole and I know the brush has found it's target and it doing it's task. The boy is squirming at this and I hold him down “Keep still,” I command, maneuvering the brush back and forth and side to side, rotating it inside his hole. My tongue maybe has a mind of it's own and I tongue his reddish hole again, a little of his blood lapped up by it. I tongue at his hole and the brush handle also up inside him. I pull out the brush, it's bristles bright red and with a “Here we go, boy”, I replace it with my oozing toxic venom pole – in one deep thrust it dives into the college boy who lets out a sharp yelp. “Relax, this is the fun part, boy” just take it now and feel every thrust is a thrust closer to your goal of getting real man seed up there ready to upgrade you to the brotherhood! That's it boy, accept my cock in your hole, feel it up there, ready to perform miracles on you!” I whisper in his hear some more poz talk. “You're getting an upgrade to poz status boy, my pre cum is already in you and working on your hole, feel what it means to get pozzed, baby boy!” I'm fucking into him with abandon now, Caleb is face down biting the pillow sending out a little yelp now and then. His hole feels glorious and I know I won't last long fucking up this virgin passage. I pull out quick to do a quick re-brush. 'Is it done?” he asks expectantly. “Oh no, baby boy, that's just intermission,” I tell him with the brush going back in scraping my toxic precum inside him into his bloodstream. But my cock is throbbing hard so I withdraw the brush and get my poz weapon back in there to finish my purpose here. “Now comes the gift, kid, a nice 5-day load of my HIV babies delivered fresh to your system!” – and after a few more thrusts, my cock is pulsating eight or nine shots of fresh virus into the kid. I know instinctively that I have just pozzed him, but of course I have plans for tomorrow at his parents' house. “He collapses onto me in a sweaty heap, I reach around a grab a Lucite plug and plug his oozing hole. “You keep that plug up there, boy, for maximum effect. Now get dressed and I'll drive you to your folks' house. His parents are out in Woodland Hills, a 45-minute ride in the best of circumstances. Along the way, I lay out for him my plan for tomorrow. “Those tech squad guys from B*** B** usually go in twos to an install right? “Yeah,” says Caleb, puzzled. I toss the kid a T-shirt from the back seat and tell him take off his work shirt and wear this new one instead. “I'll be wearing the B*** B** shirt tomorrow, so when you call me to help you install the TV, I'll have a reason to be there with you. “I'm gonna pozfuck you right under your parents' nose, baby boy.” “He gets out of the car, looks down at the T-shirt he just put on and sees the big rainbow scorpion on it. “How do I explain this,” quizzically pointing to the toxic symbol. “Tell 'em it's a school mascot or something,” I laugh,“now remember, keep that plug in there, and call me when it's time for some more mounting and installing tomorrow,” and drive off.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 2 – Sam´s first Thursday roulette When George went away for a while, Sam immediately googled what George meant by 'chaser'. Sam was shocked. Is he now organizing sex parties where young men let HIV positive men fuck their unprotected asses on purpose. Sam had always practiced safe sex and always insisted, even tested partners, to use rubber. At the same time, however, Sam was already calculating the odds of how many of the eight bottoms could get a powerful seed inside. The thought of this being some kind of competition made Sam's cock harden a little. However, Sam's work started to go really well. George had been right that Sam would be good at holding all the strings in his hands. Sam handled the registrations, interviews, testing and informing the participants smoothly. On Thursday evening, George and Sam were the first to arrive at the warehouse. The sight of eight fucking benches next to each other excited Sam, even though the place looked very dirty in Sam's opinion. The first bottom arrived and George said he had to go prepare the tops. Sam followed the bottoms taking off their clothes and started tying the first one to the fucking bench. The youngest man was 19 and the oldest 27, so practically everyone was very close to Sam's own age. Some of the boys left their jockstraps on and some stripped completely naked. The young men's bare cocks and jockstraps bulging turned Sam on. Sami started to feel a little outsider when he got the last bottom attached to the bench. When everything was ready, he peeked through the door to the tops side to tell George that everything was already ready. George was in the room on his knees in front of one man, sucking the top's cock. George motioned Sam into the room and told him to help him get the tops ready. As soon as the doors open, it's important that the men are immediately horny and the cocks are wet with saliva. Without thinking, Sam knelt down and opened his mouth to the first cock. At a fast pace, all 10 cocks went in between Sam's lips. Each man took a moment to fuck Sam's throat until they pulled away. After that, George opened the door and said that now the floor belongs to the tops. Sam watched in amazement as a top walked behind each bottom and immediately pushed himself into the bottom's ass. The tops immediately started to fuck the bottoms. George pulled Sam over to the two waiting tops and told Sam to kneel next to him. Our job is to serve the tops while they wait their turn, said George, taking top's cock in his mouth. Sam did the same to the other. After a while, a hole in someone's bottom became free and the top that Sam was sucking moved to fuck the bottom. The top that fucked the bottom came for Sam to suck. The man said that the boy's tight ass had felt very good, but he hadn't wanted to give up his first load yet. His goal is to go inside as many holes as possible and seed at least two holes tonight. Sam tasted cock for the first time, which tasted like bottom ass juices. The cock also tasted a bit salty, which Sam assumed was the man's pre cum. The next hour and a half continued so that the men in Sam's mouth changed and very quickly Sam noticed that the cocks no longer tasted like ass juice but clearly like sperm. Sam greedily cleaned the men's cocks before they were thrust into the new ass again. Excited Sam had completely forgotten that there were also two tops with a really high viral load count. Only after the end of the evening did Sam realize that their sperm had definitely ended up in Sam's mouth and Sam had swallowed it along with the saliva. All the tops had already left for their own room. Sam followed along as the bottoms put on their clothes. They all looked satisfied and happy. Sam felt a little jealous and an outsider again.

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 23. It was well past midnight when Tom, Dan, Mark and Peter arrived at Mark and Peter's house. The men led the boys directly to the bedroom and they all undressed completely. Mark and Peter placed the boys on all fours on the bed. Mark carefully removed Dan's butt plug and Peter did the same to Tom. Both holes were wide open and very slimy from all the sperm injected into the holes. The men began to greedily felch the brothers' young holes. After Peter got his mouth full of cum from Tom's hole he moved over to Dan and fed him the cum. Dan hungrily devoured everything that was fed to him. Mark fed Tom. The same was repeated so many times that the boys' asses were empty again. Finally, Mark pushed his cock into Tom and Peter Dan. The men passionately fucked the brothers and eventually both cummed into the young holes. After that, everyone fell asleep. The next morning, Tom and Dan had a long sleep. Eventually, Peter came to wake them up and told the boys to go wash up and then have brunch that Mark had prepared. Breakfast was laid out on the sunny backyard patio. The backyard also had a barbecue kitchen, several couches and sun loungers, and a large hot tub. The yard looked like it would be nice to have a summer party there. The boys ate with good appetite because they hadn't eaten anything other than the sperm they had been fed last night. Mark and Peter asked how the brothers felt yesterday and especially how Dan felt about losing his virginity. Mark said that the men from yesterday's special group were really grateful when they got to fuck the boys first. They were especially impressed by opening Dan's virgin ass. It's rare that a young, perfect-looking footballer wants to give his boyhood to a group of toxic old men. The men had assured that for a long time they had not experienced orgasms as strong as when Dan and Tom were willingly riding their cocks. The brothers listened shyly and with red cheeks to the men's praises. In the end, Dan said, "I'm really happy that Tom found you. I finally know what my life is to. I'm happy when I hear me fucking man emptying his bags in me. Now I know it is not my job to choose who can use my ass. My ass is open to anyone who wants to use it. I've realized that I'm nothing but a cumdump. Same as my little brother. I love you my little bro. I'm happy to share this journey with you". "Actually, we're happy to share this journey with you both," said Mark. "Peter and I have been thinking about it and we thought we'd suggest one thing to you. We have a big house here and lots of space. It would be wonderful for us if you moved here with us. We could start a family together," continued Mark. "We could live here together and work together in the sauna and elsewhere. We have already received many contacts that they would like to have you perform at various events. We would like to have the insatiable cumdump brothers on site for many events. For birthdays as a gift, for bachelor parties, as a party favor... You have is also starting a promising career in the porn industry. Starting next week we will finish editing your debut film "TOXIC INNOCENCE". All of this would be easier to handle if we lived together," continued Peter. "How does this sound? Of course, you don't have to decide this right away. Take your time to think about what you want," reminded Mark.

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 22. Both boys' legs were really tired after two hours of squatting when Mark started to lead the boys out of the room. Sperm poured from both of their fucked holes as the boys went after Mark. Mark led the boys to the largest room in the sauna, where a performance stage had now been built in the middle of the room. There was no performance stage when Tom went to the sauna every week. There were two similar fucking benches next to each other on the stage. Mark led the boys to the benches and ordered the boys to take off their leather jockstraps. The brothers removed their jockstraps and revealed their caged penises. After that, Mark said that the brothers have to go face down on the bench and place their hands and feet on the designated stands. Under both benches were wide bowls into which the sperm from the boys' asses can flow. Mark fastened the boys' hands and feet to the bench with leather straps. After that, both were blindfolded. Mark praised the sight. 18 and 20 year old brothers asses readily available. For any man to use. Holes already slippery with potent seeds. Mark shouted to Peter that everything is ready. These little bitches are so horny that they don't even protest being tied up or blindfolded. These guys just want sperm and they don't even care who is fucking them. Peter opened the doors and a large group of men of all kinds started pouring in. Very quickly the first cocks were already in the boys' ass. Mark's "Double Hole Saturday" ad had worked better than they had expected. More than 80 men had already bought the entrance ticket, even though the sauna had just opened. Tom and Dan's asses were in constant use all evening. When one man emptied his bags into one of the two cum holes, the next one immediately replaced the empty space. Pumped and emptied. Pumped and emptied. Pumped and emptied. Suddenly the boys heard a man speak, whose voice seemed familiar. OMG that must be Luke's dad David. "Maybe your dad should be proud that both boys are cum buckets. Does your dad know you're here with your asses on offer and your useless cocks caged?", asked David. "Don't be afraid, I won't reveal your little secret. But you must always be available when I need a hole," continued David. Tom and Dan's fucking continued for 8 hours straight. Eventually, though, it stopped. Tom and Dan heard Mark and Peter come up to them and moved the cups out from under the fucking benches. The men told how there was a lot of spilled sperm in both bowls. After a while, Tom felt something hard in his hole, which pushed a little way inside. After that, he felt a liquid being pushed into him under pressure. He realized that the cum that had spilled into the bowl was injected into Tom's ass with a syringe. After a while, the same was done to Dan. Big ass plugs were crushed for both of them. "Now the sperms stay properly where they belong. Men have given you their precious gift so it is important that you keep them inside you as long as possible," said Peter.

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 21. Peter directed Dan to get up on the couch and squat on the oldest man's lap. Peter guided the man's throbbing cock straight into Dan's hole. All the men encouraged Dan to squat down more and open his virgin hole for the first cock. This sperm stick would change Dan's life forever. Dan squat some more and the hole entrance started to give way. Dan's eyes were wide open and a muffled moan came out of his mouth. After a while, Tom pushed Dan down hard so that Dan sank completely on mans lap and his cock sank deep into Dan's unprotected virgin ass. "Take it deep inside you. Big brother, you've been waiting for this moment for years. Now, finally, your unprotected virgin ass will get it all," said Tom with lust in his eyes. Tom himself climbed into the lap of the man next to Dans stallion and squatted so that he buried the man's cock inside him with one strong thrust. Now both young men's asses were full of hard cocks. The men all around looked at the brothers with lust and jerked their rock hard cocks. Both brothers side by side started riding hard cocks. Both men moaned happily as the young brothers' tight asses rubbed the men's dicks. The video cameras accurately recorded the sinking of the cocks into the young meat, as well as the faces of the toxic Tops and the brothers. Dan's stallion began to breathe more heavily. Peter asked Dan if he was ready for the first insemination of his life. Dan shyly said yes. Peter asked, making Dan aware that this load would likely change the rest of Dan's life. Yes, whispered Dan. Peter told Dan that he needs to say what he wants out loud. "I want to fill my ass with cum. Breed me," shouted Dan. The man under Dan grunted loudly and pumped his sperm into the young virgin's ass. "Take my poisonous seed you greedy little slut," said Dan's first stallion. For the next two hours, Dan and Tom greedily squatted on the men's laps, taking more and more men's sperm up their asses. Load after load. All the men filled the brothers' holes with their fluids. Tom was a little jealous when he noticed that the men were more interested in Dan's virgin ass than Tom's. Dan clearly got more sperm than Tom. However, Mark comforted Tom and said there was nothing to be jealous about. He is sure that both holes will receive enough loads today.

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 20. Tom and Dan both woke up from Dan's bed early in the morning. After a quick breakfast, they left for the bus station and the journey towards Mark and Peter's town began. Dan had been keeping Tom's plug up his ass since the night before. Dan in particular was nervous the whole way. Would he let both Mark and Peter fuck him without rubber. Mark came to pick up the boys from the bus station and told them they were going straight to the sauna where Peter was waiting for them. Once there, Dan looked at everything with wide eyes. In Dan's opinion, the sauna looked filthy and arousing. There was a note on the front door saying that the sauna would have a private event during the day and that the sauna would not open to the public until 4 p.m. Mark led both boys straight to the bathroom where he ordered both brothers to undress completely, he also undressed himself. Peter also came into the bathroom and undressed. Both boys looked at skinny Peter, who had a biohazard tattoo above his cock. Mark pulled the plug out of Dan's ass and both men studied Dan's virgin ass with interest. Peter rinsed both boys' holes thoroughly and Mark shaved both boys' pubic hair and put Dan in a chastity cage similar to Tom's. When everything was ready, Mark and Peter admired the naked boys and the result of their work. The brothers were otherwise very similar, but Dan had more muscular legs and a bigger ass than Tom, but Tom's balls were bigger. The balls actually looked huge under the caged tiny penis. Peter brought both boys black leather jockstraps and leather harnesses. Both men helped the boys put them on. Perfect, said Mark after seeing the end result. Mark told the boys that they have arranged a special event for the afternoon and the men are already waiting. They have wanted to offer certain men the first opportunity to meet Dan and Tom. The occasion is so special that they have also asked videographers to attend. The day will be memorable for both Tom and especially Dan, so it is important that the day also be recorded as a memory. The men led the boys to a room where 8 leather men were sitting on 3 different couches. The men were sitting on the sofas with everyone's cocks exposed. Mark introduced Dan and Tom to men and men to boys. Mark told the men that Dan is a virgin and Tom was fucked for the first time a week ago on Friday. In other words, first-class meat is available today. And most importantly, the meat is offered completely without any protection and the meat is also unmedicated. The leathermen cheered and clapped. From the last moment, all the men's cocks were standing hard. Tom and Dan looked at each other in confusion as Mark told them that what made the occasion special was that the unprotected young asses now got to milk the raw cocks of these eight men themselves. All eight dicks would be toxic and unmedicated. Tom and Dan looked at the horny older men sitting on the couches, the big helmets of their cocks glistening with precum. Now Tom and Dan also noticed that almost all the men had biohazard tattoos.

Another Real Experience (x 2!) - the Porn Star and the Trucker I was watching a Classic Pre-Condom Gay Porn Vid this evening and it brought back two very hot (and very different) experiences. The vid was 1986′s “Oversized Load” about the sexual exploits of some young truckers - and it brought back BOTH the many times I played with one of its’ stars, Scott O’Hara, AND the first time I partied with a trucker in his rig. For those who never saw any of Scott O’Hara’s movies (”Hung and Horny”, “Stick Shift”, “The Other Side of Aspen 2″ and especially “Head Over Heels”) he was a blond cross between an All American Boy type and a Midwestern Farm Boy in looks during the height of his career, was given the label “Biggest Dick in San Francisco” for his very large (and gorgeous) endowment, and his ability to blow himself… which he did frequently in films. He was born a year before me in 1961 and died from AIDS related complications in 1998. I knew him in the 1990s when no studio would hire him anymore because of his status, and he had reinvented himself as an author, publisher and activist - he was also by this time sporting a skin-head ACTUP queer look and was the first person I knew to have any tatoo related to his illness applied to his body. I even wound up writing a number of articles for his magazine “STEAM” which was an unapologetic paen to cruising, recreational and anonymous sex at a time when saying such things aloud invited VERY public scorn and condemnation. I was introduced to him by the photographer I was frequently doing nude shoots for (see the black & whites I posted of myself some months back). Though now in my thirties, I still sported a short blond somewhat military cut (suitable for playing parts like Lt. Cable in “South Pacific”) and just like it used to happen to the hot stud I was about to meet, my clean cut look made many of the pigs “in the scene” underestimate my kink/pig side. Hell, I’d been going to NYC’s leather bars since I was 18! But if you didn’t know me… Anyway, sure enough, the first of the photographer’s parties he invited me to I met with that reaction until the guests learned better… including Mr. O”Hara. I had to go over some details for an upcoming shoot with the host that slowed down my stripping compared to the other guys - there was now a room full of (remember the time period, mid-90s) lean, vascular, shaved guys with either buzz cuts or shaved head and lots of piercings, while a guy (me) who looked like an Army Captain or Police Sergeant was still mostly dressed. I thought the guy who was introduced to me as “Scott” was the hottest of a room full of hotness, and then he turned and I saw the “HIV+” tattoo and growled “fuck yeah”… Scott turned to me with a look of surprise and a smile and said “Man, lookin’ at you I would have expected you to zip up and head out the door, not have THAT reaction!’ I responded that I was full of surprises as my clothes came off revealing my full leather harness, metal cockrings and chrome and leather arm bands. “Told you guys he’d more than fit in,” I heard my host and photographer say. As things were getting comfortable and we were progressing to the sex, Scott stayed by me surreptiously doing some lines and giving me some - probably about ¾ of the guys were doing enhancements, but not everyone was down with it, so the rule was keep it low-key. Considering the way I was reacting, it was probably NOT the coke I thought it was at first (tina was not all that regular at that time - I’d first had it with that pilot back in the 80s - “Karmic Chemfuck” - and only one other time up until this point). There was also a bit of K around and good poppers and Max Impact. Scott was really curious why I wasn’t scared of his tatoo… and I quietly told him I tested positive back in early 1985, and I kept it very quiet for my performing career’s sake - he sure related to that! At that point, even my host didn’t know I was poz - just my partner (who, now after 26 years together is STILL negative) and my doctor. Scott was very turned and and sticking another line of K my way, he looked me in the eye and said “Fuck yes. So you and I can bareback each other tonight - its the only way a man should fuck or be fucked!” Whoa! Bareback… now when sex started for me, everything was bareback (the term itself didn’t even exist) but in order to keep up my slut lifestyle in the 90s, a condom was mandatory and though I hated them I was good at using them as a top… as a bottom they really slowed me down as I always get an allergic reaction to condom style latex. I had thought I’d never feel that ecstasy again, but this absolute satyr of a man caught me at just the right level of “enhancement” that reservations I would normally have had were tempered by his very logical argument and his very hot cock and attitude and his very good party favors. We agreed. The lights in the photography studio went to psychedelic, trance music played and the group went at it. My tongue found other tongues, hot cocks - many with PA’s and some of the hottest manholes I’d encountered with my mouth in a while. There were about 8 of us in total (small compared to some groups) but all hot and all piggy. While we both played with every other guy there, Scott and I also spent a bit of extra time with each other - we dove into an anal 69 seemingly trying to get our whole heads up each others hot chute. We pulled off into a hot kiss and I felt him press something up into my hole - it burned a bit as he put something in my hand and said “here, do me”. I pressed the rock salt like stuff into his hole and we stopped to do another line of it and a hit of poppers and he rolled back onto a waist height wooden block and whispered “slide that poison stick in the poison hole”. It was so wrong, but so right. My cock slipped in easily and I was ballistic with pleasure. As I fucked him and rolled him further onto the block, he smirked at me and took his own cockhead into his mouth, lewdly tonguing it. THAT’s when it finally hit me. I subtly hissed down to him “holy fucking shit - SCOTT is it? You’re Scott O’Hara, I fucking love your movies.” He seemed really pleased at that and after a few more minutes of me pounding his manhole, he called out “switch!”. A quick couple of glugs of fluids, and another something pressed into my butt, making it SCREAM to be filled, and he pushed me back into the position he’d just been in. He gave me a shot of poppers, sprayed some Maximum Impact on someone’s jock that was lying around, shoved it in my mouth and said “here it comes.” JEEEZUS! The first raw cock in my hole in over six years, and it’s that gorgeous giant! It hurt a bit ‘till I stretched around it, but I was so excited and so tweaked, and so relieved to not have latex fucking me that it soon settled in and felt friggin’ amazing. Our host, who knew my play style well glanced over and remarked “I never thought you’d take that monster that easily, if at all!” and then squinting to look closer, realized there was no condom. His eyebrows shot up, but before he could say anything else, he was distracted by a SECOND latex sheathed cock sliding up next to the first in his own hole, and his attention was drawn elsewhere. There were more fucks with the other guys for each of us, both as tops and bottoms (and one other guy who had noticed us also barebacked each of us and let us bareback him). There was also lots more hole-play, some fisting and w/s, a bit of b/d here and there and toy play, and always, lots of rimming of really hot holes. Scott and I had to keep our holes to just us and the one other guy at the end as we’d each blown off up each others fuck chute. I had gone home with a load in my hole and that much joy in years - and oddly, though I played enough times after with my photographer it wasn’t until almost 18 years later that we finally barebacked each other! After that I played with Scott a number of times - a few group scenes, but mostly either as a three-way with our photographer bud (still using condoms on him) or one on one, where he’d get me high and we’d get wonderfully nasty. He hired me to write a number of columns for his “Steam” Magazine between a few more wild fucks. After that night, when I was playing “extracurricularly” I more and more sought out other poz for BB and less and played with those requiring a condom… I’d regained so much physical joy, and if I wasn’t hurting myself or someone else, then there was finally SOME kind of silver lining for this stupid disease (that I’ve now been dealing with for 30 YEARS). Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about the first time I partied with a trucker in his cab! For more about Scott O’Hara: http://likeahornyboy.blogspot.com/2012/06/scott-o-hara-is-too-big.html?zx=5fbde5ac859bcb2

I never expected to ask for this. I always thought “I’ll never get fisted.” But last summer I had a hookup in Ptown who unexpectedly introduced me to fisting. He started stretching my hole by adding fingers — we hadn’t agreed to fisting, but once he started and I realized what was happening, I wanted to keep going. He was massaging and stretching my hole using both hands (which felt amazing) as he alternatively slipped in and out. He never got his full hand (got to the knuckles but no further) but what I experienced was amazing. Since then I’ve been fascinated and craving the experience. Thought I had someone to train me in FLL but he flaked. I am looking for someone to train my hole. I’m excited and ready to surrender my hole to someone’s fist, but haven’t found a real fisting top to really train me. How / where do I find a real fisting trainer?

another hot one with a creampie finish

While no doubt there are Tops such as you describe - obviously, you being one yourself - I’m not sure you can extrapolate your personal preferences into a universal statement about Tops in general. There are Tops who don’t enjoy skullfucking because of the practical considerations such as teeth, or simply find it a poor substitute for breeding ass. Those Tops may not need a cocksucker. By the same token, there are Tops who don’t fuck ass at all, though they very much enjoy head. These Tops don’t need a ‘pussyboy’. Your description of your own needs suggests a need to dominate, control and abuse. Plenty of Tops do not feel that need, and are careful and considerate sex partners who don’t need anyone to ‘take care of them’. They’re not necessarily looking for a ‘fag’ as you define it. I acknowledge that Tops like you are out there, and I do my utmost to accommodate their desires whenever one requires my service. I regret that my cocksucking skills do not (yet) allow me to take a merciless skullfucking. But in my extensive experience of being used sexually by other men, my observation is that your characterization of what all Tops need does not apply across the board.

This is good so far, the lust of the hunter....my legs are spreading for this. Someone come take advantage.

Another consideration is that once a Top is in a rhythm I find it somewhat risky to attempt to change it up lest I throw him off his groove, especially if he’s found a rutting position that’s really working for him. I would ten times rather endure an uncomfortable position for fifteen minutes than spoil a Top’s fuck. I’ve had Tops position me ~just so~ in order to achieve a particular angle, or to go for maximum depth (there are some who are very expert at deep penetration), and they apparently assume I’m an Olympic gymnast with what they do with my legs or my back. There are, however, and very uncommonly, Tops who seem to want to try everything on the menu. I’ve had Tops flip me around like a rag doll to get me in a variety of positions. Those are some of my favorite Tops to service.

i understand. t is uncomfortable to painful trying to (unsuccessfully) get my very thick penis into a tight guy. Feel like someone is squeezing the shaft as hard as they can. Hung guys slide in me all he time and express how happy they are that i m loose.

Club Pittsburgh 2002. Two silver daddies gave me my first threesome and my first breeding.

That night I sucked him off and swallowed .... Next day he managed to get it up and into me and lasted a minute before he bred me ....he got hard again 30 minutes later and rode me longer this time . I have been over several times since but never same night as other daddy. One day I will get the spit roast

The puppy will be happy to have your babies now and always

Part 25: A Three-way and a Secret (Jay's Perspective) “You’re so big,” I moaned, my ass feeling as if it was being torn in two. Since I’d taken Will’s monster of a cock in my ass, I’d managed to find other men of equal size, though none of them had been able to open me up as much as Domonic was. Alan’s dick was fat and filled me, but Domonic filled me and threatened to move my organs around. I could feel every vein of his cock, his heartbeat felt against my hole as the throbbing continued in my ass. He was the type of man you’d see in porn, and here he was fucking my ass and fucking my brother’s hole every other second. I could feel Will’s heartbeat too as my finger explored his ass, pressing down on his prostate and causing his body to shiver. I watched as my brother’s body shook, sweat collecting beneath his chest hair, goosebumps rising along his skin. His dick was hard, sticking straight out and dripping pre-cum onto my arm. I scooped some up and ran it along my tongue, tasting his sweet seed. His mouth opened in awe as I played with his ass, giving him the same pleasure he had given me not so long ago. “Sit on my face,” I told Will, pulling my finger from his hole. “I want to eat you out.” “You know, brothers don’t normally say that kind of stuff to each other,” he said, giving me that classic Will smile which had a tendency to make people weak at the knees. I knew Will had never realized just how many girls in school liked him. I knew of a few guys who had wanted to fuck him, too. Will had always been too focused on religion to care. Now, he was finally exploring his sexual desires like I had been doing for years. I was just happy to be a part of his journey. Who knows, I thought, maybe one day he’ll be a bigger deviant than me. Will straddled my head, his hairy hole staring down at me. I breathed in, smelling his musk. I admired his hairy ass, the curling hairs, dark and covered in sweat. He lowered himself down, his hole pressing into my face. I stuck out my tongue and lapped him up, tasting my brother’s hot hole which I could feel throbbing. “Oh, fuck, Jay,” he moaned, pressing down further, opening even more to my intrusive tongue. All the skills I’d gained from eating pussy came into play here, eating his ass, devouring him. Will moaned, his hands reaching down to my chest where he squeezed my nipples, sending shocks throughout my body. “Fucking eat him out,” Domonic growled, his cock slamming into areas of my body I never knew existed. “You two are so fucking hot.” “You just have an incest fetish,” Will told him. “I’ve never fucked brothers before,” Domonic said. “With Pastor Kline, we may be fucking a father and son.” “Here’s hoping,” Will said, his ass squeezing my face. “What are the odds we can get your other brother to join in?” Domonic asked. “Zero,” Will told him. I pushed Will’s ass off my face. “I don’t know.” I told them, wiping sweat from my face, “I would have bet all my money on you dying a virgin, and here you are sitting on my face while your poz boyfriend fucks me.” “The day Zack fucks me is the day the world ends,” Will said, though I saw his cock jump at the thought. “Never say never,” Domonic laughed. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get all the men in your family before I’m done.” “That will never happen,” Will said. I thought of our dad and how strict he had been when we were growing up. He’d been a tough man, one who showed little emotion. He raised us knowing we were to always act proper, being examples to everyone else. I fucked that up fast. Will’s on his way. Our father would die if he knew what we were doing. Father and son relationships have always been difficult in our family. It’s been a multi-generational problem. I knew our father’s relationship with his own father had been bad, our dad even changing his last name to his mother’s maiden name after college just to rid himself of the fucker. Uncle Michael did the same. We never knew what happened. The men in our family aren’t exactly open. I laughed at the irony as Will’s hole opened slightly to my tongue. “Well, Jay,” Domonic said, thrusting his dick far into my hole, hitting my prostate, my dick jumping and leaking pre-cum, “if you get a desire for a paternal fucking, Pastor Kline, I hear, is a good substitute for your dad.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. Will climbed off my face, moving back until his balls ran over my tongue and nose, stopping for a second on my closed eyes, one ball on each eye. “Pastor Kline’s a bottom,” Will said. “I think Jay may be the same.” “I’m up to fuck a horny old man,” I told them. “But for now, I need my brother’s cock in my mouth.” “Actually,” Will said, lifting off of me and looking me in the eye, “I have to piss first. Unless…” I smiled. “We must be in sync,” I told him. “Your boyfriend is about to fuck the piss right out of me.” “69 and swallow it all,” Domonic said. “Let’s see who has the fullest bladder.” Will moved down until his dick was directly over my mouth with my dick under his. He lowered his dicked down into my mouth, taking mine, sucking me in between his soft lips. I could have cum right there, having my brother’s lips tasting our family seed. “On your marks,” Domonic said, easing up on his fucking. “Get set. Go!” I unleashed in Will’s mouth as my mouth was flooded by his warm piss, nearly causing me to choke. I started swallowing as quickly as I could, feeling Will’s mouth latch down on my cock, gravity trying to pour my piss out. I felt as if I had been swallowing forever when mine ended, Will’s still flowing for another ten seconds. “Fuck,” I moaned, Will’s cock slipping out of my mouth, drops of piss splattering over my chin. “You’re a full boy.” “You too,” he said. “I don’t always drink piss like that. That’s more of Pastor Kline’s thing.” “Unless it’s mine,” Domonic said, winking. “Well, Will’s the winner. Time for Jay to suck a load out of him.” “Gladly,” I said, opening my mouth again and sucking Will’s dick inside. He pushed into my throat, my body fighting off my gag reflex. I wanted Will to fuck my throat hard, the kind of fucking you watch and think, “How the fuck did he do that without passing out?” “Ready?” Will asked. I grabbed his ass and pulled more of his cock into my throat. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. Will started fucking my throat, his balls pressing down over my eyes and nose, the smell of his hairy body an intoxicating rush to my senses. “Fuck, you might be better than Pastor Kline.” “That’s high praise,” Domonic said, grabbing my legs and spreading them out farther. “You know, if I close my eyes, I’d swear I’m fucking your brother’s ass.” “I’m not nearly as muscular as Jay,” Will said, shoving his dick hard into my throat. It almost felt as if there was some anger in the thrust. My cock jolted. “Looks like someone needs attention,” Domonic said, his hand reaching down and grabbing my dick, sending chills throughout my body. “Should we see who cums first?” “Sounds like a good challenge,” Will said, raising his hips up and looking down at me, his balls lifting from my eyes. “How about it?” “Let’s go,” I tried to say, my voice lost as my throat hugged Will’s cock. “That was a yes,” Will said. “I could feel it.” “I can feel it,” Domonic said, my cock harder in his jerking hand, my pre-cum dripping down his fist. Among the three of us the room filled with the moans of sweaty men, the bed creaking, our naked skin slapping against each other. It was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. Never had I been in a three-way this hot, not even with Alan. No women could compare. Few men where as hot as Will and Domonic. The fact that we were all poz made it the best fuck ever. “Fuck,” Will moaned, his breathing labored, “I’m getting close.” “So am I,” Domonic said, his thrusts harder. I tried to tell them that I was ready to burst, but Will’s fucking of my throat caused only spit to pour out of my mouth. “Fuck, I’m glad I met you,” Domonic said, leaning down and kissing Will, his grip on my cock tightening, his thumb running over the tip. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Will shouted, slamming his dick into my throat. His balls lifted from my face, legs hugging my head, cum shooting straight into my stomach. As Will’s cock jumped in my throat, my hips pumped wildly. My balls rose into my body, my cock shooting out thick ropes of cum, splattering Domonic and Will before dripping down onto my writhing body. “Fuck!” Domonic growled, his hand still pumping my cock as my hole tightened around his cock, pulling him further into my body. He did one final trust before he burrowed himself into my ass, shooting his poz cum into my body. I now had poz cum in my ass, down my throat, and across my stomach and chest, solidifying my new status as a poz slut. Will pulled his cock out of my throat, spit dripping down my chin and collecting in Will’s pubic hair. He looked down at me and smiled, his hand reaching down and smearing his cum and my spit over my mouth. “Fuck, I love you,” he said. He looked up at Domonic and waved him forward, kissing him deeply. “I love you, too,” I said, watching as these two powerful men made out, their sweaty bodies above me. Never could I have imagined something like this happening to me. As Will broke of his kiss, he looked down at me again and smiled. In that moment, I knew I had made the right choice lying to Will. None of this would have happened if he knew he was the one who pozzed me. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoy the twist. There are a few plot points "seeded" here that I hope to pick up in the future. There won't be a post next week, but I'll pick up either the next week or the week after.

Chapter 15 He heard a ruckus over at the wall and saw a guy that was forcefully plowing the guy that was next to the Kid. He was pounding him so hard that the wall what takfiring the thumping noise and really sounded loud. The cock was larger than normal, he recognized the guy and knew that bottom guy was going to get a nice POZ load in him to start the night off. He imagined that the guy was getting a true pounding to start the night, little did he know that there were a lot more participants coming to help destroy the holes presented to them. At a request he put some had holds in the wall so guys could get a better grab and be able to fuck harder. The guy had his hands on the hold and was using then to plow the ass of the guy harder and deeper. You could almost hear the guy on the other side yelping each time the guy pounded in. Since the guy was held tightly in place, he could pull all the way out and then ram it back into the guys pour ass. He knew the guy was really getting a very rough fucking for his first time tonight. He also knew one of the guys coming planned on giving him a booty bump and then fisting him. He wasn’t planned to get here until later tonight. Typically, after he is done with a guy his ass is almost to loose to enjoy. The guy stared pounding harder. Everyone knew he was about to deliver a load from his death stick deep into the guts of the bound guy. Another guy went over and stared rubbing the guy’s butt cheeks and then licked his thump and push it up the POZ guy’s ass. He must have hit the guy’s prostate because the guy bellowed and lunged deep in the ss of the guy he was in. You could actually hear the muffled screams of the guy on the other side of the wall as he was filled with his first of many loads tonight. He slowly with drew form the guy’s now dripping ass and the guy that had his thumb up the POZ guy’s ass put his cock in the bent over guys ass and stared to slowly fuck him. The POZ guy reached under and got some of the leaking cum from the messy ass and slid it into the guy to return the favor, or so he thought. What he guy didn’t know that was fucking the bent over guy was that they had recently given that guy a strong booty bump. This had the guy ready for most anything but the cum had a strong mix on the Meth and POZ cum and now it was being pushed in his ass also. The guy noticed a warming feeling but at the time didn’t think much of it as he was only here to fuck guy and head home. The had said ‘ Dump and Go ‘ would be great. He was married and figured he would dump a quick load and head home. The longer the POZ guy fingered the guy’s ass the more he wanted it. That warm feeling was becoming a burning desire. He had never been penetrated like this before and it was something wild and forbidden to him. His cock never felt so alive in the bent over guy’s ass but for some reason just couldn’t get over the edger and shoot him full. He was desperate to do that but the feeling’s in his own ass seemed to be over riding his cock’s needs. He was sweating a lot and he slowed and started to push back against the Fingers up his ass. It felt great. The POZ guy asked him if he was having problems getting off. The guy said he was but as he put it “ This feels sooo good “. The POZ guy stared rubbing his hands on the guy’s back and then reached under and gently grabbed his nut sack and stared massaging it and asked the guy “ Want some help “? The guy was wound up and answered “ I think so, please help me get off “. The POZ guy pulled his fingers out and got some more cum mix on them and slid then back in. He knew he had cum a lot but he must have an epic load shoot in the guy’s bent over ass because it was still dripping out. He pulled his finger out an lined up his hard POZ cock, he rubbed the head on the hole of the guy and asked him “ Have you ever had a cock up this sweet ass “? The guy said “ No, and this feels so damn good “. The POZ guy smiled to himself thinking he was about to pop a cherry on a NEG guy and them send him home with a little extra in his tank. He kind of hoped he was read for this but at the same time didn’t really care, you come here, you get what you get.

Then it appears you have to make a choice, and it appears to me you have three from which to choose. 1. Do nothing, continue to not have sex, and remain perfectly safe. 2. Resume having sex, forego getting PrEP, and continue to roll the dice as to contracting an incurable sexually transmitted infection. (This is what you seem to be seeking other guys' permission for, for some bizarre reason; what other people say you "should" do is a big fat nothingburger and if you follow the suggestions of strangers that readily, I don't think you're ready for sex with anyone.) 3. Get PrEP, and engage in the kind of sex you want, with dramatically reduced risk (almost 0% for HIV, but of course that doesn't protect for other STIs). You don't HAVE to get PrEP from your primary care doctor, though in most cases your insurer, if you have one, will know (but they're not allowed to share that information with anyone). There are multiple other options besides your doctor. Public health clinics are one option. Another is one of the various telemedicine/online medical services like MISTR ([think before following links] https://www.heymistr.com). So you have choices. You may not like that these are, essentially, the only options, but there they are. And the choice is yours - not anyone else's.

Chapter 4 As evening approaches Jake holes has already taken several loads of Tyler’s poz cum and eagerly waits for what is to come next. “I’ve got a treat for you tonight. A surprise visitor. I figured your hole is too good to keep all to myself so I’ve decided to share you with friend.” Tyler explains “He a very special friend so you’re to do exactly as you’re told. To ensure your obedience you’ll start out tied to the bed and blindfolded” Tyler continues. “Do you understand”, Tyler asks. “Yes sir”, Jake responds “That’s my good boy” Tyler says and proceed to guide him to the bed. Jake lays down and Tyler ties one wrist then the other to the bed post. Tyler puts on the blindfold and then steps back to admire the sight. Jake is still in the stained jockstrap . His smooth muscle chest moves up and down with his breath. He adjusts Jakes lightly hairy legs apart slightly and as he does this he finds Jake’s wet hole. As he lightly messages the hole Jake lets out a soft moan. Tyler slowly pulls his finger out and brings it to his lips and tastes it. Perfect he thinks to himself. Jake waits quietly on the bed. He thinks he is alone in the room but is unable to be certain because of the blindfold. He hears a voice or voices coming from the inside the cabin and waits. Shortly after he hears footsteps and the feeling of someone getting on the bed. There is a feeling of breath on this body and strong inhale around his jockstrap. Then gentle kissing and licking. His body is filled with excitement. The feeling is intensified by the kissing and biting of his erect nipples. The stranger sniffs and licks his jockstrap pouch and the releases Jake’s erect dick and begins licking and sucking it until he is rock hard. He takes off the jockstrap and the stranger works he’s way down to Jakes balls and taint and the finally lifts Jakes ass up with and inhales deeply at Jake’s wet cum sloppy hole. “Somebody has been a very bad boy”, the man says. The voice is strangely familiar. “And there is only one way to punish a boy who has been as bad as you.” The man continues. The stranger proceed so finger the cummy hole and Jake lets out a moan. “Damn that hole is flooded in poz cum. how many loads do you have in you boy?” The stranger asks Jake thinks quickly, “five, sir” he responds “Such a slutty boy” the stranger says sternly. “And now you are gonna get even more” With that Jake begins to feel the massive mushroom head try to enter his sloppy hole. His sore hole struggles to take it. His whimpers turned to screams as the invading dick inches its way in. Then he hears Tyler’s voice “It a big one but you can do it, take a deep inhale” Jakes smells a strange chemical smell and inhales. His whole body feels warm. The invading dick gets deeper and deeper. “I’m almost half way in”, the stranger states Shocked that the dick is only half way in, Jake exclaimed , “please no, I can’t take anymore” “Wrong response” the stranger states sternly as he pushing more of his dick inside “Inhale again” Tyler says and Jakes complies. His hole loosens but the strangers cock only seems to get bigger and fuck him harder until he can’t take anymore. “Please stop” Jake screams “Inhale again” Tyler says and Jakes complies again “Shove that jock in his mouth and shut this faggot up!” the man yells and he continues to pound his massive member in. Finally the combination of popper and brute force gives way and with one finally thrust the strangers huge dicks sinks balls deep into Jake’s cum filled hole. Jake muffled screams turned into ecstasy as he feels the strangers dick bottom out in his hole. His hairy bush tickling his taint. Jake feels light headed and his eyes roll to the back of his head. Jakes dick is now hard again and leaking. “Now he likes it” the stranger says and the spits in his hand and the begins stroking Jake’s dick as he fucks him. “That’s it, show me what a little faggot you are, I want to see you cum with my dick deep inside you and your hole flooded with cum.” the stranger said. The Man fucks him harder and harder as Jake’s dick and balls swell. The man’s massive dick is pounding his p spot pushes him and closer to the edge. “Give me that load boy”, the stranger demands pounding him even deeper. This send Jake over the edge and him dick begins shooting ropes of cum. The first hitting his face then his smooth muscular chest and defined abs . “That’s my boy!” The stranger exclaims. He then scoops the cum from Jake’s body, pulls his dick completely out, lubes his dick with the cum and then slams the dick back in balls deep. “Now it’s my turn!” The man growls and again starts pounding Jakes hole furiously “You’re gonna beg for my charged load fag!” The man states. “Yes sir, please give me your poz Load sir” Jake responds. “I’m getting close boy! You want me to covert that neg hole? The man asks. “Yes please, flood my jock hole with your poz cum and convert me!” Jake replies. Tyler interject, “Get ready for the reveal”. Jake feels Tyler’s hand by his blindfold and begins to anticipate the identity of stranger. “BEG FOR MY TOXIC LOAD CUNT!!!” the stranger demands as his breath get heavier and heavier. “Please sir shot your toxic cum in my muscle ass!” Jake replies and with that Tyler quickly removes the blindfold and reveal the stranger to be non other than Jake father! “TAKE MY POISONOUS LOAD SON!!!” Jake’s father yells as he begins to shoot Jets of cum into Jake’s stretched hole. “FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!” Jake’s father continues and the cum sloshes inside him and oozes out Jakes hole. Jake complete shocked by the revelation that his poz father is fucking him forgets that he’s restrained and struggles to get free. This effort cause his body to tense up tightening the muscles around this hole cause his father even greater ecstasy extending his orgasm longer and shooting even more toxic cum into his son’s hole. As Jake’s father comes down off of the greatest orgasm he’s ever had. He gently take the used Jockstrap out Jake’s mouth goes in to Kiss Jake. “That’s my good boy. I’ve wanted that jock hole for a long time. I’m so proud of you. You took daddy’s dick like a champ”. The shock of moment fades for Jake with his father’s tender words and he begins to kiss his father back. His dad’s semi hard dick slips out of Jake’s hole and his father fingers his flooded hole. Cum leaks Jake’s hole. His father scoops it up and feeds it to his hungry boy in between kisses. Tyler unties Jake and positions himself between Jakes legs. “Now it’s my turn” he says simply.

I was 14, with a school friend. Started out mutual wanking sessions talking about girls. That progressed to mutual oral on my bed one time. Whilst I went to date girls after that, I thought about that for a long time. Then when I hit 20 I had my first proper suck and fuck bedroom session with an older, well dressed guy who picked me up when I went to a gay bar. I was nervous as hell but from that night ...never looked back. No feeling like being filled, that was 15 odd years ago. Bathouses, poppers and play throughout

I want people to see the loads I take and see how much I enjoy it.

lf you were my son you would have started sucking cock as soon as it fit into your mouth cumdump.

I was in my early teens.

I'd set up a bare knuckle boxing match. Two tops fight in a no rules match. Winner gets a shit load of cash, and the loser becomes a no limits bottom for the next day or so. I'd be sitting back watching them fight with my mates, cheering them on, smoking a cigar. As they are tops, they would give everything they had not to lose. In the end there is a clear winner, when the loser is knocked down to the ground. Both eyes swollen badly, and blood dripping from his brow and nose. Me and my mates all clap, and I enter the ring, and shake the winners hand. I let the winner get the first go, he face fucks the loser hard. Then it is time for me to have some fun. We bind is hands, and suspend him form the ceiling. I grab my whip, and whip his back and chest, until he's dripping blood. Grinning at his screams. Next we move him to a sling, and that's when he gets whored out. I fuck him hard and raw, I let my mates use him for free, but others pay. That way I make back the prize money we gave the winner.

wow, look at that master pump his seed in that hole!