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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.

It was taken down because the company recognized it had massive potential liability for some of the content it allowed, including claims for invasion of privacy and potential criminal charges for abetting sex trafficking. Unfortunately, sexually explicit businesses are frequently at risk of being exploited by those who would happily endanger their existence in order to facilitate their illegal activities. Your complaint should be directed at those who abuse those businesses, not a misogynistic rant about "social activists".

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 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.

My name is Tyler. I'm am a 20 year old gay college kid. Since I don't have a lot of money, I'm home for the summer in Texas. Not only do I not have to pay rent, but my uncle runs a construction business and as a favor to my dad, he's letting me work there to earn some cash. The problem is, I'm not exactly that useful on a construction site. I'm skinny and can barely lift a hammer. It's also hot as hell and I can't stand to be outside very long at a time. I don't exactly look the part of a construction worker either. I'm short, dirty blonde hair, diamond studs in my ears, and two chains around my neck. My clothes are tight and leave little to the imagination. But since my uncle promised me a job, he finds something for me to do: support the workers. You see, he hires a lot of these big, strong Mexican guys to come over the border for a few months. He says they're the best workers and they never complain about the heat. He pays them well and they stay in motels while the construction projects are going on. My uncle told me that my job is to help these guys out. If they ask for something, I give it to them. This is a challenge because many of them don't speak English, but we find ways to communicate for things like food, water, etc. While the job is going okay, it's not that exciting. I spend a lot of my time in the air conditioned trailer while these guys work their asses off in the summer Texas heat. After a couple of weeks, it seems like the guys are starting to get depressed. They are still working hard but something is wrong. My uncle notices too and instructs me to fix the problem. After all, keeping them happy is my job. I notice Luis, one of the guys who speaks English decently, sitting alone in the trailer on a break. So I join him and start a conversation. It takes some prying, but I get him to admit what is bothering the guys: they are lonely. They're here working long days and not seeing their girlfriends and wives. But missing their faces isn't the real issue. When I suggest FaceTiming their women every day, Luis says that wouldn't solve the problem. Bottom line: these men are horny. They haven't had any sex since crossing the border, unless you count their hands. Hmm. This challenge will be harder than finding them food and drinks. What am I supposed to do? Hire some hookers? That would be expensive and illegal. If only they were gay, I'd help them out myself. I have a thing for the strong masculine type. I text my college friend Hector about the problem. He's gay like me but also Hispanic. After beating around the bush, he comes out and says it: I should let them use me. Hector knows I'm always horny for cock, so why not? Hector tells me something I didn't know: in Mexican culture, it's not considered gay to fuck or be sucked by a man. Only the man taking the cock is considered gay. Luis is still breaking alone in the trailer. It's time to test what Hector told me. I get down on my knees and climb under the table Luis is sitting at. He hasn't noticed because he is scrolling through his phone. He nearly jumps out of his seat when my hands begin to massage his crotch. He quickly looks down and smiles with approval. It takes mere seconds for his cock to grow rock hard. I am afraid his jeans are going to burst open. I gently unbutton and unzip his jeans. I am shocked when his massive meat springs out. No underwear! I put my face near his crotch and soak it all in. His cock is big and thick, attached to two meaty balls that are surely full of cum. He smells like a combination of testosterone and sweat. Luis' hands reach under the table. One grabs his meat and the other pushes the back of my head toward it. I know what to do. Since he only has a few minutes left in his break, there is no time to waste. I put my mouth around his cock head and begin sucking him down, inch by inch. He moans and says some things under his breath. I can't make it all out, but I hear "white whore" at some point. I bob my head up and down as his breathing and moaning pick up. He pushes my head all the way down on his cock. Then he lets out a roar as his cum begins splashing the back of my throat. I swallow every drop and continued to suck him until he goes soft and removes his hand from my head. He fastens his jeans, stands up, nods, and heads out the door. I smile and climb back to my feet.

“I just want head” was the title of his reply to my post I put up on Locanto. Innocent enough right? Not when you’re the one cheating on your BF of 10 years….. How the mighty have fallen….. how fast things went wrong… or right, depends on how you are looking in my recount. But that is a story to be told after this story of my fall from grace into depravity. Let’s start from the beginning, so I am 32 years old, stocky fellow work in a professional role suit tie the works. Been in a long term relationship with my BF of 10 years, sex is well… boring. Don’t get me wrong I love his cock, his sweaty scent and when he does get the urge him fucking me but its just so vanilla from where I came from previously. Before my partner I was having it off with random guys behind stores, in bookstores, SOP (Sex on Premises), public venues, park toilets, my place theirs, you get the story. I was up for anything I loved sweaty men rough guys selfish fucks, blow n go’s old men fat meant younger men slim men, as long as you had a cock I was happy. But I went through that fleeting moment of Where is my life going, what am I doing with myself blah blah blah and I guess my BF was just there at the right/wrong time. All was right for a few years, I had manage to change numbers, emails, all those links to my slutty past, got my tube account closed off and most of my known videoed encounters removed from the net (Yes I know you can never fully remove but I could at least claim deniability that I knew it was out there and no longer linked to myself contactable wise), I cut off a lot of ties which I regretted but I thought I was doing the right thing. So things were good for a while. We dated, went out, travelled, dinners, family events and friends outings, bought a puppy together, built a place together etc you know the typical gay relationship… Monogamous, just us day in and day out. Fast forward a few years and we became even further recluse from the gay lifestyle, we had very few gay friends and it got to the point where I no longer associated with anyone without my BF seemingly cuffed to my wrist and if I did anything out of the norm of our day to day regimented process I would get accused of cheating. So after years of this and being accused of cheating on him when I never before this point did anything like that. I had enough and decided if he is going to accuse me of cheating I may as well do it and hopefully either end the relationship knowing or strengthen it by doing what I do and move on. I really don’t know at which point it went the way it did but I went in with the best intentions of not wanting to hurt anyone, I really convinced myself that it was “just sex” and that it wasn’t cheating as I was just helping myself to stay in the relationship and be happier the whole Happy Life Happy wife conundrum. Talking about it in my head that if I did a little chatting then I can have new fantasies in my head when I was having sex with my BF. So it all originally started when I got a new phone and Samsung had their KNOX software and you could literally create a 2nd life on your phone separate from your day to day one. So it was great I started off on Tumblr until they fucked up and went to Twitter, then moving on to posting pics of myself with no detail that could be linked back to me that it was me posting. So I started going to the public toilet on my lunch break sitting in the cubicle and watching porn online and stroking eventually leading me to blowing my load. This went on for months and whilst at the time it was enough “fuel for the fire” it ended up not being enough to stop me from taking it to the next step. It started off when I heard that Craig’s list had shutdown and the replacement Locanto was starting up and it just triggered a thought of reading the horny adds from men wanting sex. So my porn viewing session on my lunch break was taken up from reading ad after ad and comment after comment reading to blowing my load. This was great and before I knew it I had replied to a ad that was posted. Living near ….(close to my work J) Horny Bi Guy, chubby tradie. Sweaty needing a blowjob, just Let me fuck your mouth blow and go. Repeat if I deem you good enough. Before I knew it I was messaging him, basically saying; ‘Partnered cheating pig, love sweaty men haven’t sucked anyone else other than my BF for years, love cum and happy for repeats’. Then telling him when I was free and where I worked near giving options for meeting up including the centre toilets meant for staff only. By this stage I had reached end of my lunch break and not even enough time to rub one out. So I buckled up and left and went back to work. Finished my work day and then went home and acted like the perfect BF, putting on dinner, doing load of washing cleaning kitchen up and then fed my BF poppers until he was hard and rode his cock bareback as I imagined sucking off a random chubby tradie and his sweaty cock. Happy night. I happened to get to work a little earlier than usual so sitting in the coffee room I pulled my phone out and logged onto KNOX and noticed I had an email from him. “Meet me today faggot, haven’t showered in a few days and needing my sweaty cock sucked. Not interested in your life couldn’t give a fuck, I just need my cock sucked. What time is your lunch. Let me know and be there today.. I only give one shot so if you fuck it up ill block you” I was stunned, I couldn’t believe it…. I knew it had been a while but I wasn’t expecting a meet so soon. I’m used to be fucked around and pick and choose a date. Here I was first time in a long time, (if ever the first time) I had been presented with an ultimatum of meet up or fuck off. Before I knew it I was on autopilot and my cock did the walking so to speak. ‘Lunch is at 12pm, ill leave the main door unlocked it’s the bathroom at back, lock door behind you as its suppose to be a key needed for entry. Ill be in last cubicle ready.’ Shot the message and then it was time for work. I tell you what those 3 hours and 55 mins seemed like 20 hours. It went so slow and only aggravated by annoying customers with questions and needs that really did not interest me at all that day. I think I performed the worse I ever had in any job I’ve held on that day… My mind was focused on one thing and that was cock. 11.55 am finally came by and I started my prep to close my register off for lunch break, looking at the array of guys walking in through the front door wondering who my tradie was. Closing out I ran off to the toilet block, unlocking the door my hand shaking, sweating slightly my stomach in turns and butterfly’s doing flips, quickly checking it was empty I left the door slightly ajar and took my place in the last stall. 11.59 ticked over to 12 and all I could hear was the blood pumping in my neck and everything was a blur. Hearing the groan of the main door open and the unmistakable sounds of the door locking as the foot steps crossed the tiled floor walking up to the stall as I lean forward and unlock waiting. Seeing a set of fingers grasp the top of the door as it swings open slowly. His chubby view comes into frame as I move back and allow him in as he locks the door behind him as he gets straight to unzipping and pulls his half hard uncut cock out. He leans back and puts his arm outstretched as he grabs the top of the door frame to the stall and nods at his cock. I get down and go to touch his cock as he grunts “don’t waste time faggot just get it in your mouth and blow me, I gotta meet my gf for a movie in 10 mins” I don’t say anything I just lean forward and take his cock in my mouth, he must be naturally smooth there isn’t a stray hair anywhere I can see other than his hair on his head. Closing my lips around his cock I taste his pissy cock and smell his sweaty scent as I start bobbing up and down taking care as I lube his cock up first, I hadn’t played with an uncut cock in nearly 7 yrs by this stage so I was very out of practise. Sliding my tongue under his hood I taste his cheesy cock as he grunts softly as I swirl my tongue around his growing mushroom head his foreskin slowly retracting as I suck harder, feeling his skin slide back behind his head, I feel his hand on the back of head as he thrusts forward with his hips and pushes his hand down as I gag and let him fuck my throat, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat and go down slightly. He was only about 6 inches but he was thick and his head was like a mushroom. Sweat beading off my forehead slobbering over his cock swelling spit and precum as he fucked my mouth harder. I was both excited and scared trying to suck him off harder so he would blow, trying not to make noise, praying I get of this and yet wanting to be more depraved. My mind was in overdrive. I kept sucking hoping I was doing at least a half decent job. Considering the only cock I’ve sucked in last 8 years was my Bf’s and he never blew from just me giving him head it took him ages and I don’t know if he really ever blew that lot… anyway getting side tracked. Bringing myself back to the now I closed my lips tighter and sucked harder but made a steady up and down bobbing working with his hand on the back of my head. I could feel his cock throb, his breaths short and raspy as I could hear him moaning softly “suck it, fucking suck my greasy cock faggot”. His hands gripping my hair almost painful as he pulls me down hard and lodges his cock down my throat and holds me down as I gag. Feeling his mushroom head throb as I suddenly feel the load blowing down my throat, not tasting but looking up at his scrunched up face breathing hard as he unloads in my gullet. Running out of oxygen I didn’t know what to do so I stayed in that position, my ears drumming not hearing any other sound than my pulse as I choke on his cock. Finally releasing me I pull off his cock not a drop of cum left for me to taste to see how a strangers load tasted like. Nodding for me to move he leans forward pushing past me as he starts to piss in the bowl, mesmerised by him pissing it bought back so many nasty things I wanted to do but I quickly remembered that I had to be back at work soon. So I behaved, and waited for him to finish. He said nothing as he wriggled the last drops of piss from his cock and zipped himself up. Wiping the sweat of his face with his hanky he gave it to me to clean up and said to keep it. He unlocked the door pushed past me and shut the door, I locked it behind him and sat back on the toilet hearing him use the washer and drier then hearing him open the door and walk out. Looking at my watch it was 12.09, it was a glorious 7 min roughly I had him in my mouth for. His sweaty scent on my breath and my face as I went to pull my cock out and stroke but was interrupted when my phone alert went off with a msg from my BF saying he had gone past work and where was I. Annoyed and pissed off… kinda scared too thinking he had the audacity to start up shit when I was here at work but on my break…. Yes I had actually cheated on him but if it was any other of the many days he pulled this shit I was the one in the right….. Right??? Fuck fuck fuck. Messaging him back saying I had only just stepped out to go to toilet as its been a busy day but I have 50 mins free and asked if he wanted to meet at maccas for lunch, he said yes. Rushing out of the stall shoving some toilet paper down my pants and underwear to catch all my precum and hopefully mask the smell. Washing my face and running water on my hands through my hair I stopped up a mouthful of water and hoped it masked the smell until I got something to drink or eat. Rushing out to meet no words were exchanged during our mediocre lunch other than the usual dribble that he had done pretty much nothing for the day other than watch crime documentaries and fed the puppy. Annoyed I said I had to rush back to the final count for the day and went straight back to work. The afternoon was so slow and felt like it was another 10 hours until I finished. Finally knock off time. Waiting outside for my BF to pick me up I had a few mins to waste. So I switched to KNOX and checked my messages on Locanto. Sure enough there was an email from him waiting for my response. “Great blowjob, you know your way around a sweaty cock, happy you didn’t fuss over me needing a shower no need to shower for faggots like you hey? Is your lunch the same every day if so I want everyday this week. Can you host? Reply asap for this weeks arrangement” Smile spread across my face, instantly filled with pride that I had done a good job and he wanted a repeat. It’s strange getting compliments for just making a guy sexually happy. But I was ecstatic, elated over the moon. Replying right away with “Yes sir, loved sucking your cock and swallowing your load, I can do lunch everyday this week at same time will be same set up. I don’t get place to myself but BF is going away for a week next month”. Hitting reply as I sign out of KNOX and clear my phones history and pull my book out unable to focus on the words as I think about his scent and cock and his load he blew. My smile and mood quickly diminishing quickly as my BF pulls up. Getting in giving him a kiss as I hold his hand as my mind starts telling me the awful things I had done and what the fuck was I doing….. It’s normal isn’t I mean everyone seems to be cheating… So I’m not in the wrong am I???

This has got to be one of the most incredible stories I have read. So many incredible themes that were touched on. My cock was rock hard from the moment I read the first few paragraphs. I can only hope the author continues writing about Tim/Robert and John.

I agree 👍 I never allow a guy to wrap-up. I tell him straight up that I only get fucked raw, or not at all. And I tell him in the beginning not to pull-out. There's never a reason for a guy not to cum inside me

Hey guys, how we doin? So as a kinky faggot that gets off on adapting my body to better serve men, I’ve been stretching my jaw pretty aggressively for the last few years and can get a good sized cock (~7” and girthy) AND medium ish sized balls in my mouth/throat at the same time. It works best if they aren’t totally hard yet and I can effortlessly suck their half mast down my throat and then suck/tongue their balls into my mouth and it all just fits like it was meant to be. Cock ring is a must tho, helps keep everything in place. Jaw totally relaxed and wide open, throat gag-less, saliva on max and I am just a face kunt to fuck. has anyone else done this and/or seen any porn/vids of this being done? I’d love to see another dedicated cock sucker in action….

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.

It's been fun, yet challenging! Gonna take some time to refresh. Possibly think about another story. No promises though! Thanks tonall that followed and liked and or commented.

Chapter 16 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. With that he rammed deep in the Guy’s unprotected ass, splitting his hole open like never before. He felt the rush of adrenaline as his cock pulsed and shot rope after rope of hot cum in the guy’s newly deflowered cunt. The guy whimpered with the sudden intrusion and sharp spike as his hole was pried open more that any toys he had used on himself. The Brutality caught his off Gard but, in a moment, he was shooting off in the bent over guy that was bound to the point he couldn’t move. A couple guys saw what was happening and what surprises the guy might be taking home and started to cheer. The guy that was heading home thought it was for him and smiled. The POZ guy pulled out and the guy started to pull back when another guy came up and slid a couple finger up the guys now sloppy ass. He tasted the rich cum dripping out of the guys ass and then did something the guy never felt. He started to rim the guy as he stood there with his cock softening but still lodged in the bent guy’s ass. His cock started getting hard again. He never felt so hot, so intensely turned on and wanted more up his ass. He couldn’t figure out what was happening, but it was something he definitely would try to repeat again. He was sweating and his legs started giving out on him. He pulled out and the guy that was riming him grabbed the guy by the cock and lead him over to a ouch to sit down. The guy started sucking on his cock. It was tender and not real hard but he wanted to shoot again, he desperately needed that final release. He looked over at the ass he just shot in to see another guy was already using that messy hole for his pleasure. Even though it was dimne in the room, he could see the slippery shine on the guy’s butt cheeks. The guy that was sucking his cock was also fingering his ass again and it was really getting him hot. The guy mentioned he had to get going soon and that is when another came up behind the couch and started rubbing the guy’s nipples. It felt like electricity was hitting his skin, it wasn’t intense, but it was definitely there. The guy was memorized by the feelings he was getting. He felt the finger pulled from his ass, he was disappointed, he desperately need this to continue but he also knew he was late and needed to get home. All of his senses seemed to be amplified. A moment later he felt the guy sucking him push something hard up his ass. It felt lie a small rock or something. It almost felt sharp and he was going to say something when there was burn he had never felt before. He said “ That burns”. The guy kept fingering his ass and now was taking the guys cock to the root. He had never felt that and he wished he would get hard so he could shoot. The warmth seemed to spread to all parts of his body, especially his groin. Someone got a damp towel and started drying the guy’s chest and legs, it felt cool and it was very welcome. Someone asked the guy how far he had to go to get home and he said only a couple streets over and that he had walked over on his normal afternoon exercise. He had no idea how much exercise he had gotten or how much more he might get tonight. The guy stood up and stared getting dressed, he was a bit wobbly on his feet but he figured it was from all the excitement and it would pass. A guy handed him a sealed bottler of water and said you best start drinking some fluids, you really got hot. The guy thanked him and said to please let him know when the next get-to-gether was going to be. He wanted to see if he could arrange more time to stay. With this group if he came back he would probably end up tied in on one of the benches with his ass hanging out and spun. Either way that water wasn’t exactly sealed as he thought, it had a dose of an experimental potent Viagra, He would not only be Horney with all sorts of energy but would also get an erection that should last for a while. He would want to fuck for hours and probably with the Tina in him would have problems getting across the finish line.

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

Hi..back after a break .... I did go to his and had some drinks and the conversation was directed (by me ) to sexual things. He moaned about his wife not being into sex since menopause years before I took this as a cue ...We had quite a lot of drink by this time.. so I said you need to get a discreet piece of ass to fuck ...he laughed and said any ass would do at the minute as long as his wife didn't find out ...so I outed.myself and asked would you do mine if no one knew ?? He was a bit shocked at first but I said I would be his little secret and no one would suspect a thing. He sat for a minute after a couple of questions and then asked what did I want him to do ..

Chapter 3 Later that afternoon Jake cuddles up next to Tyler as he enjoys a few beers. Both enjoying the view of the lake from the cabin. Tyler is still in his cum stained jock and Tyler still completely nude. Later, Tyler gets up from his seat and exclaims, “ it’s time for your next lesson boy. Get on your knees.” Jake, confused, gets on his knees and says, “But I’ve already know how to suck your dick” Tyler laughs and say , “ Yes you do but the beers has filled me up and now I’ve got to piss and I haven’t taught you how to take my piss. Now open up”. As Jake waves he dick at Tyler Jake does as he’s told. Tyler’s heavy dick rests on jakes lower lip and the flow of piss begins slowly. ‘Don’t loose a drop’ Tyler insists as Jakes mouth fills up and he struggles to swallow it all. Jakes guzzles down the warm golden liquid until the steams stops. Tyler rings out his dick allowing Jake to enjoy the last drops. “That’s my good boy”, Tyler says with a grin and meets him with a kiss tasting the piss on the boys breath. He tells Jake to go clean up and prepare for the night ahead. Tyler has invited a friend over to enjoy his new boy.

Devils Dyke, Brighton at night. I was there naked, bent over a picnic bench, cock locked in a chastity cage, collar on, leather chest harness waiting for random guys to use me. I had 3 guys in the end. One on his own who lasted about 3 minutes before cumming abd then 2 guts who worked in tandem to fuck me and both shot their loads inside me.

7. Started with my babysitter and my cousins. Later my uncle who’s 4 years older than me started using my throat n ass.

I began sucking cock at the age of 15. What started out as jerk off sessions quickly escalated into me wanting to suck my best friend Larry's cock. Larry was almost 2 years younger than me, but his cock was MUCH bigger than mine, making him my sexual superior. He liked dominating me and I grew to like it also. He would tightly hold my head and roughly force his entire cock down my throat and fuck my throat until he came. Fortunately he would come very quickly because I was unable to breathe with his cock stuffed all the way down my throat, completely blocking my airway. More than once, I began to feel light headed by the time he ejaculated deep inside me. I would give him blowjobs every day as soon as we returned home from school, and often a second an occasionally a third blowjob later that same day. I was Larry's willing and eager personal cocksucker all through high school and only stopped when we graduated and he moved to California to attend Stanford U. Larry may have been my first, but I have been an insatiable cocksucker ever since, Over the years I must have swallowed gallons of semen. I love sucking cock

I was 13 and being “babysat” by our 19 year old house sitter while my parents were out of town for the weekend. He was a teen counselor for my church youth group and my parents trusted him implicitly in all things. At bedtime, he came into my room while I was changing into my PJs and caught me naked waste down. He immediately popped a boner, clearly visible under his basketball shorts. I was mesmerized and literally drawn to him, timidly reaching out to touch his big cock. he dropped his shorts, sat on the edge of my bed and pulled it out to give me my first taste. Needless to say he was my favorite sitter from then on and soon he was fucking my boy hole as well as my mouth.

I was molested at six with my younger brother by our oldest half brother. At nine I came home and found my best friend and two of my brothers jerking off to porn and they convinced me too as well. Ended up in years of incest and friends blowjobs. We even had a fort where we would all go to suck if our parents were home.

1) The guys are fucking “straight boy” top 10. 2) The script or concept is unrealistic. Fantasy is great, but the entire industry is pretty much fantasy. 3) usually oral heavy in the vids I have seen, after 15 mins I’m bored of oral, and am not happy the of the 1.5 hour video 1 hour is oral

Hot story gawd I love men of color.

Started blowing cock when it was legal to do so in the UK. Or I could be lying especially as I went to an all-boys school with some very horned-up scallies who always had a porn (straight) mag to share.

✋ ME!!!!!I I AM possessive in that what's mine is MINE! (I'm an Earth sign after all!) BUT I somehow don't have a problem sexually if what's mine is also shared by everyone else! I 😍 cumholes! And while I will felch my cum out of a hole, I much prefer to felch other men's cum out of it! So, obviously, my partner would need to get fucked by LOTS of other guys for that that to happen! ✋ ME!!!!!!! I'm a top who would 😍 for my cumhole partner to take as many other men's loads as he can! It took me DECADES to understand that love and sex are not the same thing! Just because a guy had sex with me DOES NOT mean he loves me! And now that >> I << understand that, guys who have sex with me need to understand that! I could REALLY enjoy having sex with you! AND want to have sex with you REPEATEDLY. That DOES NOT mean that I love you! I LOVE having SEX with you. And that is something completely different! I 😍 the puppy dog analogy! You mention "love" and "energy." I would use the terms love and sex. The fact that my partner has sex with other men has no effect on the love that he has for me (or that I have for him). From my perspective, I would probably love him a little bit more because he's going out and having sex with other men. Even if that is to fulfill his needs as a cumwhore/cumdump/(insert your term of choice) instead of to fulfill my need to enjoy a cumhole+, >> I << would still be getting the benefit of his actions! THIS!!!!!! 1,000,000%!!!!! I resemble ALL of the above! I don't mind seeing my partner being used as a cum dump - I just don't need to participate in it. (Introvert here.) But I would most definitely enjoy his cummy hole afterwards! I 👏 (and envy) your relationship! I've been part of open relationships that were truly open and part of open relationships that didn't feel all that open. ("I don't mind if you sleep with other guys. I just don't want to hear about it." 😒) I'm studying astrology and have discovered that Mercury (God of Communication!) is the strongest sign in my chart. And in the context of relationships, that's where I fall the most short. 😭 Note to self! Each to his own and not for me to judge! BUT, if that had been me, I probably would've been just the opposite - having MORE sex with you the more other guys bred you and having LESS sex with you if I was the ONLY one who was breeding you.... You have described my IDEAL relationship! If my cumdump partner were regularly bringing me a cumhole to enjoy, I would pretty much be monogamous and happy to be so! But I WOULD leave the door open for me to fuck other guys. (That would only be fair!) Someone I knew before I partnered with my cumhole? Fair game! Someone with different characteristics that I love that my cumhole doesn't have? Fair game! One of the tops who regularly breeds my cumhole invites me to breed his cumhole? Fair game! You and I are both in the "can't be monogamous" camp @Breedthisslut! (And nice hairy crack BTW!) As I've said numerous times already, I 😍 eating and fucking a cumhole! I just prefer the cum I eat to be other men's cum! My "possessiveness" extends to giving my cumhole partner his first and last loads of the day (to remind him that other men can fuck his hole, but I own it). All the loads in between can come from as many guys as possible! 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍 As I said above, that took me decades to reconcile! 😒 The insertion of dick into hole (or whatever you prefer to call it) is SEX. Sex can be (should be?) devoid of the emotional connection that is/can be love. My partner can get fucked by 100 guys in a day (sex!) and that not touch the affection he has for me (love!). (Look at my screen name and you should understand how that might INCREASE the affection I have for him! 😉) On the other side, I could fuck another bottom (sex) and that wouldn't touch my affection for my partner (love). Even if I gave that guy all the cum I had that day, my partner would still know I love him even if I couldn't cum inside of him until the next day.) Since I'm not a person who reacts that way, I can only assume that those who have a negative reaction to their partner/significant other having sex with another man feels threatened in some way. The person who feels threatened needs to examine WHAT they are are actually feeling threatened by. Are you thinking the other person will have sex with your partner better than you do? If your partner can separate love and sex like I do? No biggee. Are you worried about someone else enjoying something you consider to be YOURS? S&M/B&D aside, you can't really own another person! You have to be secure enough in your relationship to TRUST your that partner is only having sex and not falling in love. (As others have mentioned, communication is KEY here!) If you're worried about the stigma associated with being involved with the town cumdump, get over yourself! If you see your partner as being less than because everyone in the town gets a go (especially if you love cumholes!), you're putting him into a lose/lose situation! As a general rule, try to remove your ego from the situation and then reevaluate. Do you feel the same way?

Finally found a picture of TJ. This is when he still thought he was straight but he'd let a fag suck his cock.