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I was 20 and looking for a better job. Economy was though and good job rare. I was working a nightly part-time in a warehouse. My drunken dad pointed out from the local newspaper a small ad: “Assistant Needed. No experience needed. Might be free to travel occasionally”. Why not? I called and the man asked me if I can come for an interview later in the afternoon, as he really need to find someone. Turned out, it was a small photo studio. Leo was a man of few words. With some “hummm” and “ah”, he read my resume. As I was waiting, I looked at the place. It was dusty and spider webs can be seen. Didn’t look like there was a lots of business activities. I would politely decline the position and continue looking for something else. - You’re hired, if you can start tomorrow. - Ungh? I replied surprise, I mean… I don’t… - Is there a problem? I thought you were looking for a job? Leo interrupted me. - No, no I am looking for a job, but… - Deal, Leo replied. Be here tomorrow at 8. Don’t be late” With that Leo pushed me outside the studio and locked the door before disappearing. Bewildered, I went back home to find dad getting fucked by a tattooed guy on the couch. The same couch where I sleep. Unfazed, the man looked at me: “Almost done here. Then he’s yours!” I went to the john and released a wicked piss. - So, the job? My dad yelled. - I got it, I said walking back to the living room. The guy was already gone. - How much? - I don’t know - What do you mean you don’t know? - I didn’t have the chance to ask. The guy was in a hurry, I lied. Anyhow, I don’t intend to take the job. My dad was stirring the load in his ass with two fingers. - Can you not do that, dad? It’s disgusting. - I got 25 bucks, at least. With that dad wiped his fingers on the cushion, leaving a dirty trace on it. - Almost forgot, your boss said they don’t need you at the warehouse this week. So, I guess you will have to take the job unless you want to find out on the street. Your rent is due Sunday. *** Leo was happy to see me. At least that’s how I interpreted the grunt he gave me after I knocked on the studio door. The job was simple: Leo would drive to various place and do private photoshoot. He needed someone to load and unload the material in the truck. I simply nodded which seems to satisfy him. I have to give him credits, he knew his stuff. He took the time to explain me how to handle the material and their uses. At lunch, I risked myself to ask Leo how much the job pay. - 21 dollars for moving the material. 28 dollars if you do some actual shooting work, and 40 dollars plus tips if you participate in the shooting, minus 10% as my commissions. I guarantee you at least 40 hours per week. - At least? We work more? - Oh yeah, sometimes we work full weekend. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. As I lay down on the stinky couch that night, I was excited by the perspective of a better life. I would get $840 a week which was better than the meager 224$ I was getting at the warehouse. I was brought back to reality as Dad stumbled in the one-bedroom apartment with two bearded bikers. - Does he fuck? one of them asked my Dad - Nah. He’s straight… - Too bad With that they disappeared in the bedroom. By the sound of it, Dad got spit-roasted roughly a few times during the night. Life couldn’t get worst than what it was living with Dad, isn’t it?

Karel, my bad but best friend Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real existing persons are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental damage, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English / American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 1: Introduction and: My best friend meets my younger brother Hello guys, my name is Chris, I'm 22 years old and I'm from Berlin. What is the best way to describe me? Slim with decent muscles (six pack) 1.75 meters tall, 62kg light, blond hair on my head, otherwise hairless. With what I have in my pants, I also do not need to hide, at least no woman has complained yet. Now we come to the far more difficult part, I still have to describe my brother and my best friend... ...until now I never really paid attention to it. Well my little brother's name is Sven, he turned a fresh 18, is like me blond and hairless (must run in the family). He is a little taller than me at 1.82 meters, but only weighs 58kg. That what he has less weight, however, he has more in his pants. My best friend is Karel, he is originally from Prague but has been living in Berlin with his parents for 15 years, he has brown hair and blue piercing eyes, he always shaves off his body hair. I met him 10 years ago when he came to my class. We became friends, did a lot of things together, and realized that our birthday was on the same day - Crazy, right? Karel and I graduated from high school together, and both studied architecture. At 18, Karel started going to McFit to work out. He tried to persuade me over and over again to come along, saying it couldn't hurt me to get some muscles. Well, a year ago he did it, I now also train my body, not as extreme as him, but at least a little bit. Of course, it was not left out that we stood together in the shower, and I could see what dangles there with him. I became envious of the sheer size of his cock. That must be erect at least 22cm, and really thick. He had also gotten a few tattoos over the years, with 18 a black tribial on the left arm with a red central logo, with 19 a green scorpion with red blood drops was added to the right groin, with 20 then the next tattoo, a revolver on the left groin. But the scorpion has surprised me the most so far, because we are both from the zodiac sign Aquarius. But I digress. I wanted to tell how it came about that Karel met my brother. It was the Friday after the birthday of Sven, I assumed that he would once again at some party with friends or in some Berlin club his mischief, as often on the weekend. Our parents (I could rely on them) were in Zurich for the weekend as usual, so we could study in peace. I thought. I want to digress from the topic for a moment, and describe my parents' house. The house has two floors plus a basement. On the first floor there is the spacious eat-in kitchen, the guest toilet right next to the entrance, my parents' bedroom with dressing room and private bathroom, my teenager's room with private bathroom, our father's study, and our mother's study, which was originally Sven's room. This room also has its own bathroom. But Sven preferred to move to the attic because the guest rooms up there were more spacious than his old room. That was on his 16th birthday. We actually have 6 guest rooms, now one is dropped. But that doesn't matter at all, since we rarely have a guest. The guest rooms have one special feature, always two rooms share a bathroom. So, enough about the living situation, let's get back to the actual topic. I had given Karel the room next to my brother, as always when he stayed with me. Sven was never there, until now. We didn't even notice my brother when we brought Karel's clothes upstairs, because Sven was completely too stoned in his bed, and didn't move. Karel and I had made ourselves comfortable in the kitchen to study, drank the one or other beer, when we were overcome by tiredness at about 11 pm. Karel went upstairs and I went to my room. I just managed to undress and fell asleep in my bed. What happened that night I know only from stories. When Karel arrived upstairs in his guest room, he also undressed, then entered the bathroom to take a shower. While Karel was showering, Sven woke up with a full bladder, so he got up and staggered into the bathroom to piss. I'm afraid I have to interject again to say something to my brother. Sven always sleeps naked, when he wakes up at night to piss, or to satisfy his hunger in the living room kitchen, he just also goes naked through the house, this is completely normal for him. Now back to the bathroom: After Sven had finished pissing, he turned around and caught sight of Karel, while Karel was already eyeing him as he came in. Sven faced Karel with his mouth open, started drooling, and his penis started growing as well. Karel started to smile wickedly. What happened after that? Will come in the sequel.

I'm somewhat of a diehard Jax Jaguars fan, but due to my location they are blacked out, so I have to go to a bar about 20 miles to watch them. As it's cold in Florida had my Jags hoodie on. A HOT muscled stud came in also wearing a different Jags Hoodie and sat next to me. Of course we started a convo, which eventually led to him taking me back to his nearby hotel and fucking me like a rabbit! Im not always good at reading guys, but he grabbed my hand at bar, and put it on his crotch saying he has something more exciting than the game. He ordered us a shot, and off we went to his hotel!

Part 5 - The Appearance Of Kovalek This door, no that door or was it those steps going down? They were all discussing pointing in different directions, the breeze that had floated past them was a confusion curse laid down by Gregor Kovalek many years ago. Disorientation was now embedded deep in their heads from having spent so long in the mansion. Confusion reigned and arguments began erupting between them getting louder and louder over who was right and which way they should go. Jacob hit Ivan's back "That way" he croaked managing to lift a finger pointing the way immune to the confusion from his time in here. "Oh suddenly he is an expert" Connor said putting his hand on Evan's shoulder. The flash in their heads clearing their thoughts and Evan blocked him from reading in to his secrets and he shifted away from his touch. Connor looked at him for a moment apologising. Evan nodded telling him it seemed to clear the madness going on in their heads and quickly found the route back to the stone steps that lad back up to the entrance hall. Climbing up Connor got his phone out to check on Christian but found he had no signal, as they entered the entrance hall he checked again and still nothing. They focused on getting to the front doors with Connor literally pulling Tomas with him and Evan assisting Ivan in the right direction. Opening the doors the fresh air swooped over them clearing their heads. Ivan put Jacob down and Evan pulled some jogging bottoms and t-shirt out of the bag for Jacob. "Is that wise?" Ivan asked, "He is still urinating a bit" he reminded him. "We have to get him away from here and to safety. All of us" Evan said looking anxious. "Guys" Connor said looking down to the gates where he saw headlights, "We have company". Tomas nodded "Marcin" he said, "Have you got hold of Christian?" he asked. "No. I still don't have a signal" Connor replied looking worried now. "We don't have long" Evan said looking at the sky and sun just poking above the horizon. "Whose idea was it park down at the gates?" Ivan asked looking a Tomas with a grin. Tomas took over carrying Jacob now he had some clothes on, they took a detour through a small area of trees to avoid being seen by Marcin who was now speeding up the drive to the mansion. Reaching the SUV Connor finally had a signal and called Christian but went straight to voicemail. He opened the app to locate Christian and the last known location was in the Gydna guest house. He did his best to remain calm yet panic was written all over his face. They sped towards the place with Ivan crashing down the door at the back. Tomas stayed with Jacob in the SUV to keep him protected. The three of them began searching though the downstairs of the guest house room by room until Connor reached the bar. On the counter he saw Christian's mobile phone and crucifix. Connor let out an anguished cry. Evan came in "No!" he exclaimed quickly hugging Connor, "We will find him" he assured him. Ivan now appeared in the bar "Nothing upstairs in the bedrooms or attic" he said. Evan nodded "Connor hand me his phone and crucifix" he said. Connor handed them over and Evan sat down at the bar stool where his things were found and placed his hands around both items, clearing his head of thoughts he began speaking "A room so close yet hidden, his body lies still yet his heart beats strong. He cannot speak or move. He talked happily sitting at the bar drinking cordial that masked the true content. He moved" he said standing up holding the items and walking behind the bar, "Carried beyond" he added turning around with his eyes closed and walking backwards. "His eyes see the bar disappear, in to a hallway then through the wall of secrets" he stopped opening his eyes, "We are looking for a secret room or door around here" he said. They all began tapping the wall listening for a different sound that would give away any hidden doors. Ivan called out and leaned against the wall which opened in to a passageway with a door at the end. Quickly they walked along the passageway opening the door to the room at the end. Connor rushed over panicking at the sight of Christian laid chained to the bed motionless, his lower half soaked in urine and a pool of pink stained cum under his arse. What riled Connor more was that Marcin had clearly taken advantage of Christian, his Christian he thought quickly without really thinking the thought through. "Connor!" Evan shouted, "Come on we have to get him out now" he said panicking. He looked around and could see Ivan was even panicking "Right yes of course" he said. Outside the sun dipped below the horizon bringing on night. They quickly began removing all the manacles, harness and collar. Christian moved his eyes looking at Connor and recognising him, a tear trickled out the corner of one eye, and it was all he could do feeling trapped inside his own body. Marcin walked out of the room and back up the steps, small droplets spread across to the doors that he knew were those of the rescued lad. The black dense mist swirled in the entrance hall and Gregor appeared. "I am sorry master they came to rescue him" Marcin said getting on his knees. Gregor sniffed deeply "Your fault it is not" he said, "They were prepared" he added. Marcin looked up at Gregor "Are they who we fear?" he asked and Gregor nodded slowly. "Two are protectors, one a seer with vision and the pure blood. I can smell him" Gregor said smiling. Marcin bowed his head "The one who is close is marked" he said looking up at Gregor. Gregor laughed "Did you copulate with him?" he asked smiling down at Marcin "Yes" Marcin replied, "He is impregnated and will be an easy target for you master" he said. "Excellent. How stupid some are" Gregor told him, "Sexual desires will bring them down". Marcin smiled "He will no longer be able to shoulder religious protection from you". Gregor put a hand on his shoulder "You have never wavered in serving me Marcin" he assured him. "The one in Gydna I fear is being rescued as we speak" Marcin added. Gregor nodded "Stay here Marcin, this could get ugly" Gregor said, "I will go" he told him. Marcin nodded and Gregor turned around walking to the door disappearing in the shroud of black mist that dissipated as he stepped out of the mansion that allowed him to move at speed. Gregor soon appeared outside the guest house and saw the vehicle parked up with two bodies inside. Instantly he smelled the clean blood of his victim now protected inside. Moving inside the guest house his sense of smell quickly picked up the pure blood, following the scent that got stronger the closer he got. He smirked gliding in to the passage way and appearing from the black mist, his physical presence was required for this knowing that his target was weak and defenceless. It was a risk as he could be seen by them all and they might try to attack him. He could hear a voice from the room hurrying them up and to put the clothes on. Gregor inhaled deeply then blew softly and the thick white mist of his essence sped like lighting quickly through the air in to the room. Their backs turned picking items up of the floor the white mist dropped quickly and in to his mouth. Christian gasped loudly sitting up, his action forcing them all to turn to him. He looked at each one of them then stared at Connor. "My pure blood ancestor, your time will come. This body and yours will be mine" Christian said. Evan stepped forward "Gregor Kovalek, show yourself or be forced out" he said holding a bottle up. Christian turned to him "Your religious beliefs will fail you now, this body is marked" he said. Christian laughed and his eyes rolled upwards, the white mist appeared and move so quickly they could not see where it went. Connor looked down the passage his body froze, he couldn't see who it was but the icy blue eyes glistened through the dark and he took a step forward, they were reading each other even though Connor didn't know he was doing it. Evan grabbed his arm breaking the stare and saw the dark shuffling of figure disappearing. "He was there" Connor said pointing, "I think he knows who we are. All of us" he added staring at the empty passage. "Connor!" Evan said getting his attention, "You understand the danger we are in now?" he asked, "I feel he will present himself to us all soon". "Yes" Connor replied, "But what did he mean about Christian?" he asked looking scared and worried. "I have to admit Connor, I am not sure what he meant" Evan said looking over at Christian. "Can you read him?" Connor asked almost pleading with him. "Not now Connor, we need to get out and to safety" Evan replied, "We go to my mother’s place to keep safe" he said. Connor looked at him with a scared look "Evan, do you think he is angry at us for rescuing Jacob and Christian?". "Most probably not happy I guess!" Evan remarked with an ironic smile, "I don't want to stay here and find out though". Connor nodded and they picked Christian up off the bed and Ivan carried his limp body to the SUV. Gregor watched them from a distance, laughing to himself as they all looked nervously over their shoulders. His attention drawn to a vehicle coming down the road, he moved swiftly and stood in the road then dissipated before the drivers eyes. Aria swerved her car running off the road and coming to a stop. The noise getting their attention as they car crashed in to a ditch. “We should go help” Connor said looking over at Evan. “No” Evan replied, “We cannot help her” he said holding Connor back and nodding that she had got out of the car. “He might be trying to trap us in to helping” Ivan said calling out of the car. Connor stood watching as she walked in to the road scratching her head and thinking she had hit the tall figure of a man. Now thinking she had imagined it she walked back to the top of the ditch looking down at her car. Sharply turning her head to the left seeing a flicker of a shadow in the corner of her eye. There was no one there but her skin began to crawl and she scratched her arm. Gregor sniffed and smiled picking up the scent of blood that was pure, his canine teeth extended in to sharp razor points ready to strike. His quick appearance in front of her shocking her, she was about to scream but he closed in on her with such speed, his canine fangs struck, piercing through the skin so easily and with accuracy at her carotid artery. His touch freezing her movements, he raised his head dribbling saliva in to the bite then sinking his fangs back in. The enzymes from his saliva moved quickly around hitting her heart, it began to pump harder and faster whilst relaxing her. Evan turned to Connor who had tears falling down his face watching Gregor make quick work of his victim. She could feel the pain in her heart thumping hard in her chest like it was exploding inside her, yet her body was floating on clouds in a delirious tranquil state. He was hungry and held on attached to her artery feeding away and feeling the body warmth receding inwards, the blood closing in on vital organs in preservation mode. Her eyes began protruding and her cheeks sank in, her heart with nothing to pump stopped. Gregor Kovalek released her flinging the now lifeless body to the ground. He felt strong again closing his eyes, commanding his slave to appear. "What is wrong?" Connor asked looking at Evan. Evan turned to face him "Seeing him" he said slowly, "It sent a chill up my spine watching him like that" he added turning back to look, "We need to go". Evan pulled Connor in to the SUV and they drove off, he looked completely stunned witnessing a real vampire at work. What freaked him the most was how quickly it had all happened. Within minutes Marcin appeared in his van and began clearing the body and towing her car away. Gregor disappeared in his mist with his swirling coat and went back to the guest house, he watched the vehicle pulling out of the car park and heading in the direction of Alterman house. Moving at great speed across the fields arriving quickly and long before the vehicle. The SUV slowed down having got clear of the guest house and turned on to the road leading up Grazie's house. Evan just got off the phone with his mother who was ready for them to arrive. In the front Ivan and Evan saw him and Ivan slammed the breaks on as Gregor presented himself to all of them, standing in the road staring at them. Ivan looked at Evan who nodded. "What have we stopped for?" Tomas asked looked to the front, "No way!" he said. Connor looked "Kovalek" he said, "Is he hunting us down?" he asked. Tomas was shaking his head "He has presented himself openly" he said sounding worried, "I can't believe how much you both look alike". "What do we do?" Ivan asked noticing Evan holding the bottle of holy water. He looked at Ivan "There is only thing we can do" Evan said nodding. Ivan nodded back "Make sure you are ready" he replied quietly then kissing Evan on the cheek. "What is going on?" Connor asked looking worried at their behaviour. "Connor. Keep your head down and cover your neck" Evan said and Tomas covered Jacob and Christian. "Like this" Tomas said looking at Connor, "Don't ask questions just do it" he commanded. Connor nodded and bent over covering his neck just as Ivan floored the accelerator pedal speeding towards Gregor. He vanished in to the swirl of dark mist shattering the windscreen and sending glass everywhere and entering the vehicle. Ivan gargled and clasped the side of his neck in excruciating pain and losing control of the SUV. Gregor manifested just enough of a finger so that his nail sliced and embedded in to Ivan's carotid artery. The rear windscreen shattered in a blast with his exit. Evan held the steering wheel trying to retain control whilst pulling the hand brake up. The SUV ground to halt half across the road. He quickly pulled Ivan over, he stared at Evan with blood pouring out of his neck. Evan clearly upset poured the holy water over the wound watching it fizzle and sizzle until the finger nail appeared, he flicked it away and the bleeding stopped instantly. Tomas came round and opened the door looking in. "He lost a lot of blood" Tomas said looking at the mess and just as upset as Evan. Evan nodded "He will need to rest a few days I reckon" he said kissing Ivan on the mouth. Softly Ivan raised a finger and stroked Evan's face "Thank you" he said closing his eyes. Tomas and Evan carried him around the boot of the car laying him down with Christian who was still unconscious and now covered in bile from vomiting in his. Evan told Connor to keep an eye on them both and to keep Christian on his side, he nodded understanding what he was being asked. Tomas jumped in to the driver seat waiting for Evan when a few feet away the dark swirl of mist rapidly grew and Gregor appeared walking towards Evan. “Oh my god not again” Evan said sounding scared himself. "The seer" Gregor said with a malicious look, "Give me the pure blood and save yourselves whilst you have the chance". Evan stepped back "Gregor Kovalek" he said as his voice broke, "You will never have the pure blood". Connor looked out of the car and in a fit of rage he jumped out "Come and get me you bastard!" he shouted angrily striding towards Gregor. Gregor smiled "With pleasure" he replied vanishing in to his dark mist. He looked around "Scared of me?" Connor shouted in the night air as the mist swirled inches from him. His fangs out hissing at Connor who fell to his knees cowering in fright "Scared of you!" Gregor laughed. Connor moved his arms from his head and looked up at him "Stand up and face me! Gregor demanded. He stood up nervously facing Gregor "Connor come away now!" Evan called out to him. Gregor stood in touching distance "Our likeness is astonishing" he said sniffing the air, "Your blood is what I have sought". Connor's skin crawled as he stepped back as Gregor kept moving forwards "Speak the words" Gregor said, "Then it ends". He shook his head "Join me in eternal life" Gregor said keeping a careful watch on Evan. Connor looked over his shoulder "Will you promise to leave them all alone?" he asked. Gregor smiled "You are in no position to make requests" he replied clearly, "I will pick them off one by one until you give yourself to me". Inside he was bricking himself standing so close to this vampire that was his relation by some weird coincidence. Standing a few inches taller than him but they could have been mistaken for bothers. Connor looked at his face finding the creature so sexually stunning in his looks, it was putting him off and he started to feel quite calm standing there. He looked down at his hand noticing it was bleeding a little from a cut on his knuckle from protecting himself. Suddenly he remembered the words that Kovalek could not take the pure blood. "Connor!" Evan called over to him panicking, "He cannot take your blood without the words" he said. Connor turned to Evan "I don't know what the god dam words are" he shouted clearly stumped at the remark. Gregor leaned in so close it unnerved Connor "I willingly offer you my blood" he whispered, "That is all you have to say and it will end right now". "Is that it?" Connor asked, "Is that all this is, six words you need me to say?" he asked feeling Gregor's breath. "Six small words" Gregor whispered in his ear, "Then you and I can exist together". Gregor moved his head below Connor's ear closing in on his neck, Connor sighed feeling all fuzzy and warm in some erotic seduction. It was like he could feel Gregor sinking his fangs in to his neck opening up a whole new world to him. Two ancestors drawn together from dark and light, did he really know all along his destiny was to bring him here to this point in time? Connor reached down and took off his crucifix, Evan moved but Connor held his hand up. This was something he had to do and Gregor now kissed his neck softly, almost tasting the purity of the blood running through those veins beneath the skin. The temptation was mighty but he dare not break in to the carotid artery without being offered it verbally. Something strange began to happen as Connor moved his head around and kissed Gregor on the lips. Gregor smirked "You feel how our bodies are connected?" he asked softly. "Yes" Connor replied feeling seduced by his presence, he could also feel a strong bond pulling them together. "I enjoyed fucking your friend through you last night" Gregor said with an evil laugh, "He survived my attempt to get you to kill him". "I will never kill Christian" Connor replied softly feeling the power of his seduction creeping in to his body. Connor shook his head and looked at him "I dare you to bite me and take it by force" he said toying with Gregor. Gregor whispered "You silly boy, you have no idea what you are messing with" he said stepping a few paces back, " "Is that so" Connor replied in a whisper stepping closer, "You underestimate me" he said. Gregor sniffed moving his mouth closer, his canine fangs extended out further in anticipation. Gregor licked the side of his neck and Connor moaned as his neck tingled going cold then numb. His body and mind suddenly became even more aroused, his cock hardening quickly. He wanted to make love to Gregor so wild and passionately that it was hurting him badly. Gregor knew this and he looked over at Evan displaying an evil grin then opened his mouth wide displaying his fangs, he closed in quickly and Connor screamed feeling the sharp fangs piercing in to his skin quickly and sinking all the way in. Flashes of them making love had him wrapping his arms around Gregor grinding his cock up against him, every part of his body heightened with an evil exoticness he had never experienced before. Evan ran over but Gregor lifted his head away. He took no blood and stepped back laughing at Connor who fell to his knees clutching his neck and crying in agony. Gregor had shown him the pain and lust of playing with him without taking any blood. Connor looked up at him wiping the wound yet there was no blood, the erotic desire lessening in his body. Realising what Gregor just inflicted and what it was going feel like he found his arousal surging again, he got to his feet facing Gregor and stared in to the icy blue eyes. For almost a minute he stood there transfixed on Gregor's eyes and unable to break eye contact until Gregor blinked and laughed. He was a fool playing it so dangerously and his thoughts returned to his own, managing to wipe some of the blood from his knuckle on the tip of his finger. He stared at Gregor again and was instantly pulled in kissing Gregor on the lips. His action received openly by Gregor who kissed him back. Connor kissed him again only this time harder and pushed his tongue in to his mouth, he was hoping to run his tongue over the fangs, pushing it up until they pierced his tongue yet they were gone. He had only normal teeth now. Connor tried to push him away but Gregor quickly wrapped his arms around Connor's body knowing full well what he was trying to do. He now forced Connor in to a kiss that was delivered with vigour, a softness then surrounded him swallowing some of Gregor's saliva. Everything seemed to glow warmly and his body arched forward desperate to be closer. Gregor's arms tightened around him and Connor suddenly felt a coldness spreading through his body, his heat was being transferred to Gregor. His hold tight, his lips crushing against Connor who was losing all self-control. Those precious few moments saw his mind open like a book before a tingling numbness began taking over, his blood moving from his external layers and concentrating inwards to his vital organs to keep him alive. His body temperature began to plummet and he was beginning feel a drowsiness encroaching, he slowly raised his hand and the bloodied finger getting closer to Gregor's mouth. Through the kiss he saw his nostrils move sucking air in before quickly moving his face away and breaking the kiss joining them together, he had smelt the blood. Connor held on then jabbed his finger towards Gregor's mouth wiping the blood on his lips. Gregor let out a high pitch scream and struck Connor hard sending him flying some ten feet off the ground, dropping his crucifix on the road and landing in a ditch on the other side of the road. When Evan turned around Gregor had vanished, he ran over to the road and found Connor laying there dazed with blood dripping from his nose. Tomas started the SUV and drove over to where Evan was helping Connor to his feet. "That was incredibly stupid of you" Evan said looking annoyed with him. Connor smiled then winced "I know" he replied smiling unable to stand up, "I know his weakness". Evan pulled Connor out of the ditch "You was lucky it was not seen as willing" he said. Connor shivered and began to feel sleepy "My body is so cold" he said falling in to Evan's arms. Tomas called them to hurry up. Evan steadied Connor on his feet as he came around again, his body temperature began slowly rising. Apart from nursing a bruised ego and deep wounds on his neck Connor was okay and they got back in to the SUV driving the last mile to Evan's family home. Grazie fussed around seeing to Christian and putting him in a room with plastic sheeting on the bed, Tomas said he would stay and watch over him, he was still out of it and a steady small trickle of urine flowed constantly. Jacob was almost back to full consciousness but his body still ached from being confined so long in the cage. Connor walked in to the room and sat beside Christian when Evan appeared, the realised by how badly Christian was constantly urinating that he must have taken a lot of the drink. Ivan was okay and sleeping to get his energy level back. Connor joined Evan and Grazie in the lounge just as he was handing the small bottle over to his mother. "Can you tell what is in there?" he asked his mother. Grazie smelt it "I will see" she replied, "I thought you would have been able to tell" she said. "No" Evan replied, "It is a dark liquid that is all I can see" he added. Grazie nodded and began getting all sorts of liquids out from a cupboard and explained to Connor that she was chemical scientist from her education. They sat talking whilst she worked away writing things down and running numerous little analysis experiments. It was early morning when Grazie walked over with her notepad "Right it contains high concentrates of blackcurrant antioxidants. Dandelion leaf which is a diuretic hence why he is urinating a lot. Valerian, theanine and rhodiola to induce sleep, arnica oil is present in very potent levels to render your muscles in to a useless state. Salvia divinorum to induce mind controlling hallucinations. The main ingredients though are tinospora cordifolia and phyllanthus emblica, they are blood purifying botanicals" she said closing her notepad. "What can we give him?" Connor asked hoping she had a cure. "Nothing, it has to takes it course through his body" Grazie replied, "What was he like?" she asked. Connor looked at her "Taller than me. We do have the same looks" he said and she nodded. "We must regroup and plan" Evan said, "Once Christian is back on his feet" he added. "You must take Jacob with you now, he will not be safe with Kovalek around" Grazie informed them. She looked at the puncture marks on Connor's neck "It hurt" he said, "I think he wanted to show me how much it would hurt". "Very clever not to draw blood though" Grazie said looking at him, "You must all go to the land of perpetual daylight". Connor and Evan looked at her and nodded understanding that they should head to Svalbard where the sun would not set until late August giving them a few months of safety. Once there they were to look up Johan and Ingrid Ulvan. Connor went to see how Christian was doing and returned his crucifix around his neck. Almost immediately Christian moaned in agony and his skin began blistering where the crucifix lay. Tomas quickly tore it from Christian's neck and the blisters vanished. "Christian has some form of curse on him or he took blood from Marcin" Tomas asked looking at Connor. "Evan!" Connor called at he appeared at the door "Please read him, something is not right". Evan nodded and walked inside sitting on the bed taking his hand in his, it was a tense few minutes until Evan could finally get in to Christians thoughts and read what had happened "It was going well, they talked and flirted. His head free of radical thinking the more he drank and became seduced by his looks and charm". Evan moaned clenching his hand tighter "Erotic thoughts, his fingers running up his body, unable to stop his desire to mate with him. For he knows not of the consequences. Penetrated and sexual orgasm his seminal plasma passed between their bodies. His body accepting copulation received the plasma that now marks him, for he has no protection from Christ. His body no longer able to protect himself for Christ will burn on his skin". Evan let go of his hand and looked at Connor like he was out of his depth in understanding parts of it. Connor nodded "Seminal plasma is made from blood plasma" he said looking at them both. "He took Marcin's bodily fluids, he no longer has protection like us" Evan confirmed. Tomas looked at Christian "Marcin has Gregor's blood, but how can he be around in daytime?" he asked. "Easy" Grazie said appearing at the door, "There are two blood curses, drink the blood you gain eternal life to serve is one of the curses". "But not a full vampire like Kovalek?" Connor asked looking at her and she nodded, "And the other one?" he asked already feeling he knew. "Cursing the body to darkness" Grazie said, "Turning them in to a vampire". Tomas stood up "Can we change the pads and open a window, the smell is bad?" he asked. Grazie nodded "The toxins in his blood are being excreted, it will smell for several hours". Connor leaned over and kissed Christian on the head then walked back through the house and went outside to get some air. His finger went up to feel the wound inflicted by Gregor, standing their looking out across the fields the night air was now so normal and quiet. Evan came outside walking towards Connor, without saying a word he hugged him. They all had such a close call with Gregor this evening and neither one of them was fooled that this was going to be easy. Evan reached in to his pocket pulling the bottle of holy water out, dapping some on his fingers he carefully smeared it over the wound. Connor flinched and the holes began to shrink. "We will need to go to the church in the morning and get more" Evan said looking in his eyes. Connor nodded "If all of you hadn't been there this evening it would have ended" he said. Evan smiled "Had me worried when he kissed you" he said putting the bottle back in his pocket. "Did it make you jealous?" Connor asked jokingly. Evan lowered his eyes "No" he said softly, "Vampires are rumoured to be able to charm and seduce victims if needed" he said. "My body changed Evan, in that moment" Connor said, "Touching him in that way did things to me". Evan put his arm around Connor "Did you get in to his head, see anything?" he asked softly. "No. But he had me Evan, my body was aroused so intensely though" Connor replied looking worried. Evan looked him in the eye "You see why those closest to you would never be safe?". Connor nodded and looked up at the sky "I wanted him to bite me again and again" he said nervously, "It turned me on so much". Evan nodded "Tell me what it felt like when he bit you?" he asked. "Piercing pain at first" Connor replied, "Then my body was taken over by a sensuality, it...It felt amazing". Connor stretched his neck side to side as they looked at each other quite intimately. He knew Evan was lying about the jealousy bit by the way he lowered his eyes shyly when speaking. Their heads moved closer and they kissed with such a tenderness it caught both of them by surprise. Connor kissed him again and smiled "You know those close to me are in danger" he said softly. Evan nodded "He has seen me, he knows I am a seer and close to you now" he replied. Their mouths closed in and they kissed for several minutes, their hands wandering down inspecting each other’s cocks. The voice of Grazie coming from the house breaking their intimate moment, both knowing nothing could happen tonight in Evan's family home. "Are you coming back inside?" Evan asked letting go of him. "In a moment" Connor replied, "I need to think, this has been a crazy day" he said. Evan stopped and turned to look at him "You said you know his weakness?" he asked. Connor nodded "I saw it Evan. But I can't remember. He has somehow blocked it in my head". Evan nodded and walked back inside leaving the door open and affording a dappled light to shine on the porch. Gregor stood out of view in the field a few meters away from the house watching them, his lips had finally regenerated, it took much longer than usual for his body to regenerate. He knew the blood from his ancestor was dangerous but never expected it to slow down the regeneration properties of his own blood. Suddenly he saw Connor step off the porch walking along the path. Connor looked ahead of him in each direction checking for any sign of Gregor but it looked so tranquil in the evening air. He paused picking up two sticks ready to make a cross out of them, passing through the gate out of safety he stood there and looked around again. Clearing his head and closing his eyes he summoned Gregor Kovalek with his thoughts to appear. Connor opened his eyes thinking he must be starting to lose it summoning someone with his thoughts. Just then a light chill of a breeze caressed his face and a dark mass of mist appeared so quickly almost pulling him in, Gregor now stood there before him. Connor took a step back but looked at him "You summoned me" Gregor said, "Are you ready?" he asked. He shook his head in disbelief "You heard me?" Connor asked looking confused. Gregor smiled stepping close "Are you offering yourself to me?" he asked sniffing the air. "Not a chance" Connor replied trying to steady his voice despite the nerves wrecking his body. Gregor smirked "Then why did you summon me?" he asked as Connor raised the sticks forming a cross. Gregor looked at them and laughed grabbing Connor's arms "You fool" he said. Connor felt the chill in his arms and dropped the sticks, Gregor pulled him forward bringing their faces so close that he could feel the warmth from Connor's breath. With no time to think Connor moaned feeling the coldness of his lips running softly across his own, his lips parting slightly allowing Gregor to kiss him. The arms began closing around his body locking them together, Connor wanted to break free but his body was seduced by his power and presence. The kiss went on and on in a strange passionate way, his mind emptied of all thoughts he now began hungrily kissing Gregor back, his groin pushing forward in a desperate sexual desire. Gregor let go and stepped back laughing and watching Connor. It took a few seconds to realise that the kiss was over yet his body still performed to the air around him. Connor stopped and looked lost "What... What the fuck are you doing to me?" he asked angrily. "Showing you the power I already have over you" Gregor replied, "You belong to me, always have and always will". Connor suddenly wondered if this was an opportunity to have a sensible conversation with a vampire. There was curiousness in him and he needed answers to from what had happened over the last few days. "The other night. When you got in my head, why did you do that?" Connor asked. Gregor sighed erotically "When you were copulating with a man in your bedroom?" he asked. Connor nodded staring at him "The sin of men fornicating" Gregor said erotically, "So arousing, wrong but arousing". "It might have been when you were alive" Connor remarked, "Why did you?" he asked him again, "Why invade me like that?". Gregor smirked "To discover you" he said moving closer, "I felt your sexual energy in my body". "If you do it again I will come for you!" Connor spoke in defiant voice. Gregor smiled "Then I will copulate with you" he replied, "You are too weak to fight me, the time will come when you beg me to end this". Connor stepped back "Never!" he replied adamantly. Gregor laughed "When those close fall one by one you will crawl to me on your knees and beg me to stop and speak the six words" he said. Gregor grabbed Connor by the head and felt a surge of energy flash in to his head causing him to let go instantly. Gregor closed his eyes, his ancestor had a slight gift he was to discover. Opening his eyes he realised that Connor has transferred deep thoughts to him, he had uncovered enough and that Connor lived in Chalfont Forits, he could see vivid images of the village and the house he lived in. Then a large manor house with crumbling walls and an old man living a solitude life. Connor fell to his knees holding his head in pain then gradually looked up at Gregor standing over him. "I have all I need for now" Gregor said smiling, "You need to control your mind Connor Barton". Connor held on to Gregor getting to his feet "Connor!" Evan shouted running down the path. Gregor looked over "Ah the seer" he said turning Connor to face Evan, "Should I destroy him first, the one with the power of visions?". Connor held his hand up to stop Evan approaching "Stay there he shouted" at Evan. Gregor pulled Connor to his fee and licked the side of his neck "So young, so tender. Maybe I finish Christian off first, he means more to you". Connor turned to face him "Don't you dare touch him!" he said looking angry. Gregor smiled "Your weakness is him. Not to worry he has been marked by my servant, nothing can protect him now". "What did you do to him?" Connor asked, "Tell me please?" he pleaded. "Cursed seed flowed in to his youthful body. Ridding him of any redemption" Gregor replied. Connor went to hit Gregor but he grabbed his hand "I will destroy all those around you, one by one" Gregor snarled. "Leave Christian alone!" Connor shouted angrily as the fear rose in him for his safety. Gregor smirked "Christian is more valuable at my side" he said nodding, "He will be the one to bring you to me" he said. His arms wrapped around Connor "When only you stand you will join me for we are alike" Gregor added. “I will fight you Gregor, you can be sure of that” Connor replied. Gregor laughed “So brave yet you use not your birth name. Maksim Berkhoff is who you really are”. Connor felt a comfort in his arms despite the coldness entering his body, washing away all his thoughts until only Gregor mattered. He sought Gregor's mouth kissing him again, his power of seduction too strong to fight off. Evan moved closer as Gregor latched on sealing their mouths. He breathed in through his mouth sucking the air out of Connor's body. His arms punching against Gregor as he felt a void washing over his cold body, he blacked out falling to the ground. Gregor looked at Evan and smiled then disappeared in to the dense dark mist. Evan ran over and picked Connor up taking him back in to the safety of the house and wrapping him in a blanket waiting for him to come round. Reappearing in the entrance hall of Vadimov mansion his body so overrun with sexual thoughts that he took a while to notice that Marcin was standing there. Gregor looked at him with a questioning look. "The female body and car is disposed of" Marcin said bowing as he stood in front of his master. "I was close to the one you marked" Gregor said, "I could clearly smell him, you did a good job". "Thank you master" Marcin replied, "And did you see him? The pure blood?" he asked. "Yes, he is weak and no match for me" Gregor replied, "His head is confused and seduces easily". Marcin smiled "They are all fools, bumbling around with no idea of what they are dealing with". "Indeed" Gregor said, "We must go to England, to Chalfont Fortis, that is his home". "I will begin making arrangements" Marcin replied bowing his head. "No, there is another task you must do first. Secure the Chalfont Weir estate" Gregor told him. Marcin nodded understanding him "Do whatever it takes to secure it" Gregor added. "It will be my pleasure master" Marcin replied bowing, "I will not let you down". Gregor nodded "For now we need to resurrect your brothers to protect me" he said. Marcin bowed as Gregor moved like he was floating towards the staircase down to the crypt.

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.

I don’t really usually need poppers to take cock unless it’s truly massive - but I often start an encounter with a hit anyway. I’ve come to realize now that I do it because the scent of the poppers shifts me immediately into a cumdump mindset. It’s as though that scent is a chemical reminder that says this is what you’re meant for - take it. It’s not that I have to use them heavily until I’ve altered my perception; one sniff will do it. Anyone else feel like this?

Actually I unloaded last night. Did not plan anything and run into a previous fuckbuddie while searching the net. He likes his ass getting fisted but this time he was focussed on my ass. Starting with some fingers but soon his bare cock filled my ass. This went on for about 5 hours, he just kept stuffing my ass again and again. We were both too high to give an mutual assload. So we started jerking. I was focussed on his pozcock and determined to swallow his load. He started ejaculating and within a split second his cock was totaly covered by my lips, draining it, swallowing his gift and licking some wasted drops from his belly. I felt so good being a pozsucker and proud cumsucker. I got instant hard again realizing this and unloaded my dick just after that.

I don’t get asked much anymore if I am clean. It is annoying. If you met me online my profile clearly states poz undetectable. If I am meeting you in a bathhouse or arcade you should assume everyone is poz and take whatever precautions you need. In the past couple of years if a guy asks me if I am clean (Usually while he is balls deep btw) I tell them yes. I am clean. I will suck you clean after you nut in me that’s how convenient I am. Lol.

Part 2 I first visited Berlin in the mid 90s - about five or six years after the wall came down and I can honestly say I loved it from the minute I got there. I had been to Germany many times, but, as it happened, never to Berlin. I was spending a few days in Hamburg with some straight friends and they were thinking to go to Berlin for the day and asked if I would like to go with them. I was very interested to see Berlin and agreed at once. We set off from Hamburg on a very early train and arrived in Berlin just before 9am. My friends had booked a sightseeing bus tour of Berlin and we had a quick breakfast and made our way to the pick up point. When we got on the bus, the tour guide introduced herself and said she would be our guide for the next two hours. I had not realised the tour would be so long and was not really sure I wanted to spend two hours on a bus immediately after spending two and a half on a train. However, I can honestly say that the bus tour was one of the best experiences of my life - I loved it and found Berlin absolutely fascinating. At that time, there was a real mix of old style East German buildings and infrastructure and also a lot of building works already in progress. The coach stopped at a few landmarks including the Brandenburg Gate, Checkpoint Charlie and some areas where the remnants of the wall were still standing. It was fascinating and ever since then I have loved walking through Berlin, charting the redevelopment of the former East Berlin and watching as Berlin has become even more diverse and vibrant over the years. After this, we had lunch and then wandered round Berlin. Later in the afternoon, my friends wanted to go to a gallery and we agreed I would go off by myself and explore Berlin further and then meet them a few hours later. I enjoyed my walk very much and later in the afternoon I found myself in a run down area which had quite a shopping centre and some other shops. I saw that one of the shops was a sex shop - with both straight and gay cinemas. I still had a couple of hours before I had to meet my friends, and decided to go in. I had a look round the shop and then I decided to visit the cinema and see if anything interesting was happening. I had seen a couple of guys going into the cinema while I was in the shop and thought it was definitely worth a shot so I paid my money to the rather rough looking guy on the desk and was buzzed in through the turnstile. The cinema area was a bit run down and sleazy - which suited me perfectly and, once my eyes were accustomed to the dark, I set off to explore it. There were two cinemas, the bigger one showing straight porn and the other gay porn. Quite a few guys were in the straight cinema and one quite fit guy in a smart shirt and trousers who looked to be in his mid 30s was standing at the back of the cinema with his pants down, wanking what seemed to be a fairly big, thick cock. I tried cruising him but he didn't show any interest and I made my way back to the gay cinema. In between the two cinemas was an area with four or five cubicles, all of which had gloryholes between them, and a area with some seating and a drinks machine. There was no one in the cubicles, so I got myself a drink and went for another look around. There was quite a few guys in the gay cinema now, but the only one that really interested me, a young guy in work boots and trousers was sitting with his legs spread as an older guy sucked him off and I watched them until he shot his load in to the other guy's mouth and then pulled up his pants and left. I went back out into the recess area and the guy I had seen earlier wanking in the straight cinema was standing near the booths. His pants were still down and he was playing with his cock. He looked at me and I didn't hesitate - I moved over towards him and went down on his cock. I had realised by now that guys were getting horned up in the straight cinema and then coming through to the gay part to get off. I sucked him for a while and I could tell he was getting close. Then he tapped me on the shoulder and indicated to me to stand up. I thought he was going to take me into one of the cubicles to let me finish him off, but he motioned to me to bend over the back of one of the seats. I was really turned on now, and I turned round, pulled my pants right down and bent over the back of the seat. The guy moved in behind me and almost immediately I felt him pull my arse cheeks apart and rub something on my hole. Then I felt the head of his cock pushing against my arsehole. I reached round and felt his cock, partly to help him get it up my arse and partly to see if he was wearing a condom. I had only recently started fucking without condoms after many many years of practising safe sex and I was still nervous about it, especially about letting guys fuck me without a condom. I was really turned on to find out that he wasn't wearing a condom and I bent forward as I felt his big, thick cock pushing it's way right up my arse. Once he was fully up me, he didn't waste any time - he took hold of my hips and began to fuck me quite hard - clearly just wanting to get off. He fucked me really well, and as I looked round, I saw that we now had an audience of three or four guys, who were watching and wanking. I was really turned on by the whole experience. I had been so careful for so long and now I was letting a guy fuck me without a condom in front of anyone who wanted to watch. I could tell the guy fucking me was getting really close now and after a few more hard thrusts, he shot his load right up my arse. When he pulled out, I heard one of the guys remark on how stupid it was to fuck without a condom, but I didn't care. A short time later, I was standing near the cubicles when a good looking black guy came out the straight cinema. He looked at me and then went into one of the gloryhole cubicles. I was even hornier now and I wasted no time in entering the next cubicle. His cock came through the hole almost immediately and soon I was sucking on another nice big thick cock. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled his cock back and motioned to me to put mine through the hole. I let him suck me for a while and then I pulled back and his cock came back through the hole. I turned round, took hold of his cock and positioned it against my arse. He didn't move as I slowly pushed my arse back on his bare cock until it was fully up me. He just waited a minute and then began to thrust his cock up my arse. I was even more turned on now. When I was a student I had regularly cruised public toilets and had been fucked through many gloryholes, but ten years later, most of the toilets had been closed down and most people, like me, seemed to be using condoms if they did fuck. It felt so good to be backed up to a gloryhole with my pants down and a big cock up my arse. I didn't care about the risk, I just wanted him to shoot his load right up my unprotected arse and really load me up. He gave me a really good, hard fuck and I enjoyed every minute of feeling his big thick cock thrusting hard up my arse and, as another cock came through the hole on the other side of the cubicle, I bent forward and took it into my mouth - I had not been so turned on for a very long time. The guy in my mouth shot his load first and then I felt the black guy start to cum in my arse. It was one of those rare occasions where I could actually feel the cum pumping into my arse and I shot my load out all over the floor of the cubicle. The black guy pulled his cock back through the hole and a few minutes later, he left the cubicle. I sat down on the bench at the back of the cubicle to get my breath back and then I pulled my pants up and opened the cubicle door. The guy who had been on the desk in the shop had come into the cinema and he was heading straight for me. He indicated towards the cubicle I had just come out of and at first I thought he was going to enter the next one but he followed me in and pushed me gently forward. I didn't resist as his hands went round to the front of my jeans and I let him unzip my jeans and pull them down, along with my pants. I let him bend me forward and then I felt his cock pushing straight up my arse. I have to be honest, he was probably one of the sleaziest, least attractive guys I have ever let fuck me but, just in that moment, I didn't care - my arse was on offer for anyone who wanted to fuck it. I wondered if one of the guys had told him on the way out that I was an easy fuck and this thought turned me on even more. The guy thrust up my arse and after just about ten or twelve thrusts, he added his load to the two I already had up my arse. He zipped up immediately and left the cinema, leaving me with my pants down and my arse loaded with even more cum - a very horny introduction to Berlin! There was no sign of the guy when I left the cinema - a different guy was now behind the desk - and I made my way back out on to the street. It was nearly time to meet my friends for an early dinner before we travelled back to Hamburg so I made my way to the restaurant. As I sat at the table with my friends, I felt the cum starting to slide out into my underpants so I quickly excused myself and headed for the toilet. I just got my pants down in time as three loads of cum made their way out of my arse. We had a really nice meal and then caught a late train back to Hamburg. It had been a very long day but I had enjoyed every single moment of it. I fell asleep on the train and when I woke up, I realised that more cum had slid out into my pants. I knew it would not be too long before I visited Berlin again. A few months later, I was back in Berlin, having booked myself a few nights in a budget hotel, and I set off happily to explore the city. On the Friday, I wandered through the streets for hours, feeling relaxed and happy and enjoying every minute of it. I was feeling relaxed and happy, and also quite horny. I had really enjoyed my experience in the sex cinema a few months earlier and had every intention of visiting it again. Towards the end of the afternoon, I found what looked like a small gay bar and, in need of a rest and a cold drink, I went inside. The bar was quite quiet, but the guy behind the bar was friendly and helpful. He looked to be in his mid 20s and had curly ginger hair, a really nice smile and an incredibly fit arse, which I couldn't help noticing as he bent over to take a bottle from the lower shelf behind the bar. As I enjoyed my drink, the bar began to fill up a bit with what was obviously an after work crowd. There was a good mix of ages, some older guys and some younger. I noticed a couple of very smartly dressed guys - one was dark haired and looked to be in his mid 30s, the other was blond and a few years younger. I couldn't help noticing the dark haired guy's fit arse, which really filled out his smart trousers. I finished my drink and, before ordering another, headed to the toilet for a much needed piss. The toilets were through the back and as I headed there, the passage widened out and I noticed a door to the left which had a camouflage curtain over it. The steel door behind it was shut, and I guessed that it probably led to a darkroom which was opened later in the evening. In the recess area was what looked like a vaulting horse - a long, leather bound tube, supported by four strong wooden legs. I couldn't think what it was there for. A little later I went to the toilet again - I had noticed a couple of guys had gone through there some time ago and had not come back - and I had wondered if anything interesting was going on in the toilets. As I made my way through into the recess area, I discovered what the vaulting horse was for. A tall thin guy with his hair tied back in a pony tail was bent over the horse being fucked from behind by an older guy. I watched for a while as they fucked and when the older guy had finished, he pulled out and removed his condom. The guy with the pony tail stayed bent over the horse and I was very tempted to fuck him. I had not fucked without a condom since the last time I was in Berlin, having resolved to be more careful and not take so many chances, so I had condoms and lube in my pocket. However, at that moment, the guy pulled up his pants and wandered back through to the bar. I had another drink and, as I was finishing it, the young blond guy in the business suit went through the back. I wondered if he was up for some fun but he had obviously just gone to the toilet as he came back just a few minutes later. He said something to the dark haired guy and left. The dark haired guy went to the bar and ordered another drink. A little later the guy with the pony tail went through the back again, and just as I was about to follow, the dark haired suited guy put down his drink and made his way through the back. I waited a few minutes and then followed. The first thing I saw when I went through the back was the naked arse of the dark haired guy. His pants and trousers were down and the other guy was on his knees sucking his cock. I watched from a discreet distance for a while and then the pony tail guy stood up. He said something to the other guy who nodded, and then he pulled his pants down and bent over the horse. I moved in closer as the dark haired guy moved in behind him, took hold of his cock and pushed it against the guy's arse - without a condom. I watched as he pushed his cock right up the pony tail guy's arse and began to fuck him. I had my cock out now, wanking, and I decided that if I got the chance, I was going to go up the pony tail guy without a condom. They fucked for a bit longer and then the dark haired guy thrust his cock up the other guy a few times and then pushed right up him and I could tell from his expression he was shooting his load up the guy's arse. I was very horny now and was hoping to get my chance to fuck the pony tail guy, but once again he pulled up his pants and went back through to the bar. The dark haired guy looked at me and, as I looked at him, he pulled his pants back down and slowly bent over the horse, pushing his arse out and clearly wanting me to fuck him. I moved in behind him and he reached into his pocket and passed me a small packet. I assumed it was going to be a condom and could hardly believe my luck when it turned out to be just a small sachet of lube. I rubbed some lube into his hole and moved in behind him, with no more thoughts of playing safe. It felt so good to feel my cock in a tight arse with no condom and as I began to fuck him, he grunted and bent further forward. His arse was tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him and I could tell he was enjoying it too as I began to fuck him harder. He started to push his arse back against my cock and I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him as hard as I could and a few minutes later I shot what felt like a massive load of cum right up his arse. I visited the bar again on the Saturday night and the darkroom was open. The ginger barman was on duty again and once more I had a great view of his fit arse and the top of his white underpants as he bent over to fetch bottles from the lower shelves. I had a very horny time and I was surprised how many guys were fucking in the darkroom without condoms - far more cocks were being slipped up arses with no condom than I had ever seen in London at this time. I had a few drinks in the bar and, over the course of the evening, made several trips to the darkroom, fucking and being fucked without a condom and managed to get a couple of loads up my arse. One was from a guy who was obviously one half of a couple. I had noticed them drinking at the bar and seen them in the darkroom a couple of times. They had always gone into the darkroom together to play and I noticed they had both made sure to use condoms. At one point I was in a group of guys wanking and sucking and we were joined by the couple who soon joined in. One of them, a good looking dark haired guy, seemed really interested in me and soon I was sucking his cock and licking his arse. He asked if he could fuck me and I nodded. He rolled on a condom and I saw his boyfriend looking over as he did so and guessed he was checking that he was playing safe. The guy began to fuck me and I spread my legs and bent further forward as he fucked me. I looked over and saw his partner was busy sucking cock and did not appear to b paying too much attention to us. Just at that moment, the guy's cock slipped out my arse and, as I reached round to help him push it back up me, I quickly pulled the condom off. The guy looked quickly over at this boyfriend and, seeing that he was not paying attention to us, pushed his bare cock back up my arse and began to fuck me again. I enjoyed the fuck much more without a condom and I could tell that the other guy was enjoying it much more too. He fucked me really well and then bent forward over me as he pumped his cum into me. His boyfriend had moved slightly further away but looked over as the guy fucking me pulled out and he pretended to carefully pull off the condom and drop it on the floor. He was very convincing, and the other guy clearly had no idea that his boyfriend had just enjoyed a bareback fuck right in front of him. The saw horse was also seeing quite a bit of action and one of the highlights of the night for me was watching the fit ginger barman bending over the saw horse during his break, pants down at his knees, being fucked without a condom by a fit, tall Turkish guy. When the Turkish guy finished cumming and pulled out, I saw some cum running down the barman's leg - all very horny! I first discovered the Tiergarten in the mid 2000s and it rapidly became one of my favourite cruising grounds. One of the horniest times I had there was on only my second or third visit. The cruising ground had been quite quiet that night and I was just thinking to call it a night and going back to my hotel when it suddenly got much busier. I joined a group of guys who were wanking and then a couple of guys went down and started sucking cock. Before long it was a full on orgy, with two guys bent over being fucked as the rest of us wanked and sucked and then it quietened down again. As the crowd dispersed, I noticed two young guys standing apart from the crowd. They looked no more than 18 or 19, one blond and one dark haired and they were both dressed in trainers, trackie bottoms and polo shirts, which had the logo of a sports club. They stayed standing back as the action picked up again and I wondered if they were maybe straight and curious - although a few guys tried to engage them, they continued to hold back. A little later, I noticed the dark haired guy was leaning forward sucking on a cock, his hand down his pants obviously playing with himself, while the blond guy watched. Then, when the guy moved away, they both pulled back again. There was nothing much happening now and I decided to go explore another part of the cruising ground. Not much was happening there either, but when I came back to where I had been earlier, I saw quite a crowd of guys, many of whom had their pants down wanking and obviously watching something. I moved in to join them and saw the two young lads, bent over a tree branch side by side, both being fucked from behind. I could tell that both the guys fucking were getting close and the guy fucking the dark haired lad finished first and pulled out, peeling off his condom and dropping it on the ground. At the same time the guy fucking the blond lad also shot his load, but when he pulled out I saw there was no condom. Two other guys had moved in behind the two lads and both were now being fucked without a condom. I was really turned on by the whole situation - this was well before the advent of anything like Prep and it was very horny knowing that both lads were letting guys fuck them bareback and cum in them - with no questions asked. I watched as both lads got fucked repeatedly - a few of the guys fucking them used condoms, but most did not, and neither of the lads seemed to be bothered. Quite a few guys shot a load up one or the other of them. I got my chance a short time later when an older guy shot a load up the blond lad and pulled out. I slipped up him and began to fuck, enjoying every minute of fucking his wet, cummy hole and before long I added my load to the many he already had up his fit young arse. The crowd had dispersed now and, as both lads pulled up their pants, the dark haired lad suddenly squatted down and pushed his arse out. I had a great view as he groaned and pushed load after load of cum out his arse. It was one of the horniest things I had seen in a long time and that evening was among the first of many horny nights I have spent cruising in Berlin. Will share some of those experiences soon Part 3 to follow

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.

Part 2 The next few days were boring. Just some corporate profile pictures at some downtown office. The receptionist was hot and friendly thought. She gave me her Tiktok. I don’t have a phone. I barely afford my rent share with dad, a phone was definitely out of question. So I pretended I forgot it. On Friday, we spend the day at the studio cleaning the lens and other stuff. By 2, we were done. Leo invited me for a beer, but I had to decline as I did not have any money and pay day was only the following week. - You’re broke? No pocket change at all? - No, I reply blushing. In fact, I was wondering if I can get an advance, my rent is due Monday. Leo squinted at me for few seconds which made me blushing even more. I am sure my cheeks went crimson. - Why didn’t you say so? With that, he pulled out a roll of money and handed me $800 cash. This is for your week. - Euh… Really… thank you. I really appreciate it… I don’t want to sound ungrateful but shouldn’t it be 840$? - It should, but let say its to cover the interests. A problem? I just shook my head. I would have to manage carefully between pay days, I thought. *** The bar was only two doors down from the studio. You had to know it was there as there was no external sign. If you’d look carefully, there was an “open” neon in the window which seems to be turned on the low dim. The waitress was pretty skinny and had some charms for her. A lot of make-up, blond hair, high heels which cause her to arch her back, indecently accentuating a pair of breasts ready to pop out of her bra. - Is this a new one Leo? she asked with a faintly lisp. - Yep - Are you going to keep him this time? Leo look at her, than me. - Maybe - Maybe? I retorqued. I hope he was not considering firing me yet. - Well, he has a lot of potential and soon he might move on in a different path. A different path? With no college degree, no money, a whore as a dad, I don’t know how I could land on a more profitable job. - I will for sure follow his career. She left with our order, but not before giving me a wink and a finger at the corner of her mouth. I might stick around and score some pussy tonight. Or at least get my cock sucked. I adjusted myself down there. Leo was grinning at me. - She might not be your type, you know, but what ever your type is. Just saying. The bar was filling up with older and biker-gang guys grouping around the pool tables. We chit chat about anything as we drank our beer slowly. - I haven’t mentioned it before because I am not sure you would be ready, but since you seem short on money… I have a gig all day tomorrow and I can use some help. - All day? That meant $168. - It would pay you double. - I’m in, I blurt out immediately. My mind racking with all this extra money. Maybe I would be able to afford a new couch? Who knows? - Deal, then. Be at the studio at 6 tomorrow morning. Leo took a crisp twenty to pay the waitress. She waited for Leo to exit the bar. - Follow me. As soon as I enter the small room behind her, the waitress dealt with my belt and fished out my cock which went from 0 to 100 in 5 seconds. Fuck! I had few girls that went down on me, but this one was a keeper for sure. Best blow job ever. The sad thing about it is it was over too soon. She gave a small peck on my lips - See you soon, I hope, and went back serving the patrons. - Euh, yeah I would like that… Eh what’s your name? - Around here, they called me Prissy. I went home smiling like a guy that just won a million dollars.

It's because they went directly to my host, not to me. That sours my relationship with my host if it happens too often. And in this case it was an exposure fetishist who posted the content himself. It wasn't even piracy. I get it if some take down service goes to the host directly in a case of piracy, but members are expected to work within the community to get problems resolved.

I remember going to bed with my first bf. I'd be the little spoon as we laid in bed pushing my ass back and slowly gyrating my hips as his dick would get hard. I'd pull my boxers down, then spit on my fingers so i could wet hole then back up and line up my hole with his dick letting him slide in. Once he was in, he was in control slowly fucking me. He would hold me tight kiss my neck until I'd hear his breathing accelerate, his dick expanding and that awesome feeling when he stops moving and all I can feel is the pulsing of his dick, knowing his seed is entering me. We would just lay there, falling aslleep. I loved waking up with that full feeling, his cum still in me and the scent of his cum that had been marinating in my ass. There were times I would roll on my back, lift my legs, hoping to get his morning wood in my already lubed ass.

Part 2 of Jags stud. I wrote first part driving to hotel, so now the good stuff. His cock felt nice and thick when I felt him up at bar. Come to find out he was definitely a grower. Once he got fully hard after giving him a bj, he was a good 8+! He was quite an aggressive fuck, and pumped his load in me in about 15 minutes. We were able to pull up the game on my phone and decided to watch. Yea we were diehard fans! When Jax pulled off a miracle and won by 1, he fucked me again even harder!

I hate the term, "Are you Clean?" after they loaded your ass. I often say or nod yes ..... but that is because I spent 30 mins prep before I left the house. If he is concerned it should be told before. What do you think I should say, "No way! I am an Open Cumdump for Men. If I just let you shoot your load DEEP inside my ass why wouldn't I offer my ass to others." Freak Out: Never, I am a Bug Boy and take High Viral loads and STD's. Then they panic. They might want to stop by the clinic before he goes home to his wife. I am not a bug boy and keep myself clean. If I suspect something I get checked out. My Doctor knows I don't use Condoms so if something happens, it's no big deal.

So hot! The first part in the sex cinema reminds me of a school trip early 80s (West-Berlin at the time). And what happened to my then 20yo bubble butt. Haven't thought about that for ages!

Bout 10 minutes ago, my sweet Latino FB... We talked some today, more than we ever have, i think He's shy, which when i think about it, so was i at 26. We realized we've been fucking for a couple of years now, but it's been a lot more frequent the last half year, often couple times a week. We're just really right and comfortable and natural with each other, "Fuck Buddies " is an apt term for us. There's a definite affection there, but not lovers or anything along that line. Lately He's been wanting to suck me first, and i was worried because i'm at the extreme end of total bottom and do not perceive myself as having a "cock" and it feels fake to be treated like i do. i'm not delusional, i know i have a penis, but sexually it's not a cock... probably closer to being like a clitoris than a cock, though i shy away at that word too because i have no desire to be a woman... i feel like i'm a cross between the two, idk, no real point of reference for it. But i like Him, and He's inexperienced and so i let Him suck my penis lately because He wanted to. Today i broached two topics that i've wanted understanding between us, and it went well. i explained to Him that i don't usually get my penis sucked or touched and that i do not like a Man to make me cum that way, that the only way i that feels natural for me to get my penis touched is if the Man is using it just to make me horny, not to make me cum. He told me He didn't think He is a cum swallower, and i told Him that's perfect for me since i don't want to cum that way. He just likes to suck, which i don't relate to at all because i love to suck because of the pleasure it gives a Man who loves to get sucked, but the way it is, it seems He's pretty close to the ideal of just sucking to get me horny, though He doesn't seem to have a mind fuck personality. The other thing i was able to talk about was Him continuing to fuck after He cums. i have had the feeling that He keeps fucking because He thinks that's what i want. He's BI. i was married to a woman for a long time and i trained myself early on with a woman never to cum until she had. i explained to Him that i'm not like a woman that i don't care about having my own orgasm, that having Him have His orgasm in me (among other things) is what i want/need, and whether it takes Him a minute or a half hour, what i crave is Him having pleasure the whole time, and when He is done, i'm done. in my experience with a woman, i wasn't done until she was pleasured, so it's totally opposite. He's pretty quiet, so i'm not sure how much He grasped or believed what i told Him, but i felt really good being able to put it in the open, i hope it will free Him to be completely Himself with me, because it's the real connection that matters so much to me, there's nothing like that sweet connection when both completely love the fuck and are not having to be something or someone they are not, just a match where each others need/desire naturally feeds the others. What we have is pretty basic and simple, but it is profoundly intense and satisfying for both of us. lol, sorry for the long story... this thread is sort of a fuck journal for me sometimes. ❤️

Shit...if you don't take his load I will!

Hooked up with a Bottom off of Grindr this last Thursday. He invited me over to his place but when I said I could be there in just a few minutes he said to wait as there was another Top he had contacted first and he was on his way. I parked across the street and down a little bit from his house and watched the other guy pull up, go inside and a few minutes later come back out and leave. The Bottom text me to come in before the guy had even pulled away. I walked into his place and he was bent over on the bed. His ass had lube or cum glistening on it and I wasted no time sliding inside and breeding his used hole. I must of pumped a gallon of cum deep inside him.

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

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.

Fuck yes, hey if you can't be first then be last and savor all those fat loads before you. I am a felching mother fucker. I love taking a face full of cum out some streached out hole.

This is the next chapter to "Serendipity on the road". On our way 'back east' Jake swung by Denver and dropped off the chickens. Before picking up a load of pigs, he spent 24 hours just fucking me. Yes, a whole 24 hours of just fucking!! Sometimes I was face down, sometimes I was cowgirl on top, sometimes I was reverse cowgirl, and sometimes he took me on all 4's. To be honest, he wasn't always the person initiating but he did make it clear that we weren't doing anything else for 24 hours. No food. No water. After every couple rounds, I'd fall asleep in his arms with him running his fingers through my hair. Not that it mattered, once or twice I woke up to him fucking my ass. Not that I minded. Before we left Denver we hit the tattoo shop. He had, "Bitch #29" tattooed on my back right shoulder blade in calligraphy letters. We were a few days out of Denver. I was sitting naked in his passenger side seat eating those peanut butter crackers with a color orange not found in nature, looking out the window at the passing landscape when I started to get lightheaded and felt like I was somehow running a high fever and freezing at the same time. I laid back in my seat, my whole world starting to spin. "Jake, I don't feel so well. We might want to pull over." He looked at me for half a second then shook his head. "You're fine, bitch. You're just dehydrated." I put my hand on my forehead and I was burning up, so I poured a bottle of water over my head. "I think I have the flu." He reached over and felt my forehead. "No, you stupid cunt - you're HIV+ now. How the fuck did that happen?" I looked at him blankly. "I'm not doctor, I don't even play one on TV, but it could be because you came in my ass about a dozen times and slammed a vial of your blood into me." I like it when Jake smacks me on the back of the head. It's hot. "No, I mean - how the fuck did it happen so quickly?! I've turned dozens of bitches and I've never seen one this fast!" He asked getting his eyes back on the road. "As I said, you put a vial of poz blood into me, and about a dozen of your loads - that and it was my first time doing anal. If i had to add anything it would be that I really, REALLY wanted to get pozzed so maybe my immune system didn't fight it as hard. Or maybe I already had a cold and my immune system was worn down. Does it really matter?" I asked as I laid my seat back as much as I could. He chuckled. "No, I guess it doesn't. bitch." "I don't want meds, Jake." I said with a moment of clarity. He shook his head. "No one in our network uses them - it's part of being a member. If you need it, there's a case of water under your seat, and some over the counter stuff in the glove box, bitch." Since I've known Jake, he's never used the birth name I gave him at the truck stop. He made it clear that I was a new person now and wasn't allowed to have a name hence the tattoo. He also calls me 'Cunt', 'Whore', or 'Bimbo'. He's so romantic. In response, I chugged a bottle in just a few swallows. "I thought you didn't care about me, Jake." He shook his head. "Believe me, I don't. You're a fucking cum dump to me . I look at you the same way I look at the livestock I haul - but you're no good to me dead, bitch....and no good to anyone else either. You're the 29th bitch I've turned since I got involved in this life." I stared up at the ceiling of the truck, which was spinning. "How long do I have?" He kept his eyes on the road. "It depends. Without meds, some only make it a few years - others can make it past 10. Whatever happens, you're just a fucking AIDS infected cock whore to us." I nodded. "And that's what I wanted, Jake. It's why I didn't get out the first day I woke up. You were right about me...this isn't the life I chose but it's the life I want, and there's no going back." I say as I reach out and take his cock in my left hand, trying to get him hard. "Do you have a wife and kids back in Atlanta, Jake?" I said casually. He shifted in his seat slightly to give me a better angle. "Yes, I do." He was growing slightly in my hand. "Do they know you're in an underground 'whore snatching, infecting with HIV+, passing the bitch off to the next driver' network?" "Of course not, bitch." He said laughing. "Does it turn you on? Knowing that you've infected me...knowing that I'm a worthless cock whore? That I'll be passed around from trucker to trucker for the rest of my life - unless I'm sold overseas? To know that ALL of that turns me on?" He tried to keep his eyes on the road but he wasn't doing a good job. His cock was harder than it had been since I met him. I moved over into his lap, facing him, and slide his cock into me while kissing him on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. "I'm saying thank you, Jake. Thank you for giving me the life I wanted but didn't have the balls to take on my own. For keeping me naked, where I'll spend the rest of my life being passed around like a deck of playing cards to horny truckers that don't give a shit about me. For making me fuck meat. For giving me HIV." I looked out the drivers side window and into traffic. I young man and woman were passing us, I smiled at them as I bounced up and down on Jake's cock, unashamed of who and what I was. Happy for the first time in my life and not giving a damn who else knew it.

I got asked often why I do BB only. My answer is usually that I don't like condoms and I like the feeling of raw cocks. My answer doesn't seem to satisfy but I don't really care because I know what I like for sex. I take Prep and get tested regularly to protect myself and others. The question that follows is usually "are you clean?" even though my hookup profiles clearly states my status. What really bothers is the ones who get paranoid after raw sex and want me to reassure them that they won't catch something. 🙄 So how do you answer when someone asks you - Why BB and are you clean?

I find the “Are you clean?” question stupid and offensive and I usually call them out on the use of that term.

LOL .... I'd respond to what you post, and we both know it. Now. That sounds like a "tell" to me. Now. He's Hispanic, and right along with that lovely delicious characteristic comes all the "macho" business. It's even got a name derived from Spanish. It's hardly inconceivable that his heritage compels him to reject the notion that he loves to suck Cock, but he can admit it to you because of his feelings for you. I'd suggest that he already knows what a splendid submissive you are, so let's not press him too hard. The seed can be planted in his mind, and only gradually watered and - polite cough - fertilized (my apologies - couldn't resist). The fact that he actually mentioned that he's not a "cum swallower" is interesting. Why even mention that, I wonder? He's not a stranger, he already knows you don't 'need' to be sucked off - that you're focus of pleasure lies elsewhere. It's difficult to get farther down into the weeds at this point, since only you can access his reactions. That said, you may very well be closer than you think. ❤️

That's a fucking impressive bottom cock @BREEDmeRAW... and, yeah, you thought he was asking about your pre-fuck prep. Thought so too, here. Because, if you think about it, that's a reasonable question. A man who's about to stick his raw cock into a bottom's ass could very well want to know if it's freshly rinsed. Situations even exist where the answer is "no". (Like if there's an unplanned blowjob and you want to fuck but you're not sure about the timing.) But asking someone whether they have any diseases is pointless. No one will say "no" to "are you clean?". He can lie. He might think he is when he's not. The answer is meaningless, and, if you find it reassuring somehow, you shouldn't. You're taking the same chances as everyone else. I never ask this question and I just answer "yeah". Do guys give answers that might be useful? "I'm on PrEP" or "I'm poz undetectable" would tell you something, and might be more likely to be true than "yes". But I think everyone just says yes.

I have received some DM and other emails. I am working on the next chapter and the crossover chapters where we go back into the Bi section. It has slowing the release of the next chapter in this Forum but i hope to get one out tomorrow . . Thank you for all the encouragement.

Love getting fucked by all cocks, I really crave the variety. With smaller dicks it allows me to focus more on the friction on the rim of my hole which I love. And I swear i can feel guys paint the inside of my hole more when they aren't so deep. Its also a lot easier to be spontaneous.

Well, not sure how I gave that impression, but - no. I like to stay warm in cold weather (I can hear all you guys laughing that still live back North; and I haven't forgotten what real cold is ...). I generally wear 501's, a t-shirt, and some old engineers when I head out to Breed. Oh - socks too. As to the gear, I've collected quite a bit through the years, and took every bit with me when I moved to FL. Then found out that 95% of the time it's too warm to wear it. Being slim all my life, I learned to detest the cold early on, and I'm thoroughly spoiled by the FL weather now. So no, I can't say I've ever been a minimalist as far as clothes go. But, I do love guys that enjoy showing off a hot ass 😈

I take my boy, Drew to bed where he's little spoon to my big spoon. My cock rears up and presses on his hole. He falls asleep like that. He's so fukkin cute when he's asleep that I can't help pushing gently into him. I don't thrust hard, I just enjoy feeling the heat of his asshole and his heartbeat. I feel really close to him and Eventually I gently seed him.

Uh, maybe the top is wearing a really wide cockring? I hope the blond dude fucks raw, anyway. I hope he gets fucked when he's doing it. It's a hot pic, and I'm officially placing myself in the blond's ass. And if I don't feel another cock grinding against mine when I go in... I want to. Damn, blond dude's cock against mine in a DP would be hot too. A fucking condom would be hot if I could be a top in a 5-man gangbang right now.

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it would be heaven to breed you and your brother

thanks for the hot story - can't wait to hear how the rest of the night went

Very fucking hot!

I’m small in a chastity only about 3 inch’s always bottom and bareback like the cum slut I want to be

My neck is thick as well. I enjoy being "choked" while fucking more for the psychological aspect than any actual physical effect. The primal feel of his hands on a vulnerable area while he dominates me is intoxicating.

Love stories like this, breeding is the hidden spaces people don't see. Had that happen over Christmas at the Gallaria Mall near me. Guy who was white, super cute, late teens early 20s was trying to find his car and seemed a bit drunk. He told me where he thought it was but couldn't find it. Eventually he led me being a big concrete pillar near a corner and asked me to suck him off. We were blocked from passing cars and only a car parked nearby would see us. he undid his jeans, and I dropped down to suck his nice sized cock. He should have no problem finding a guy or girl to suck him and I loved hearing him moan with the sound of cars in the background. He had me stand up and undid my jeans, pulling out my cock and stroking me hard. I was stroking his cock and he leaned in to kiss me and I could taste and smell the beer on his breath. Maybe that's what he needed to do something like this. "You wanna fuck?" he softly whispered. I said I did, and he smiled at me. He steered me to face the concrete pillar and I could hear and feel him spit on my ass, forcing his bare cock in me. His cock felt amazing, and I really wanted his load, telling him how good his cock felt. "You want that cum?" "You want me to cum in you?" he asked. I said I did, and I could feel him laugh saying he guessed I did, and that he loved cumming inside guys, giving them what they wanted. He was stroking my cock as he fucked me, and I was hoping he wanted to get fucked too as now I was horny as hell. He shot his load inside me, and I could feel him shudder as he did. I begged him to stay in me and not to pull out, to pump all of his cum inside me and he did. I was jerking my cock and as he slid out of me, I said it was his turn and he got up against the pillar but asked me if I had a condom. I said I didn't have one and honestly was kind of pissed as he'd just bred me raw and came in me. I spat on his ass and my cock and started forcing my dick in him. "Shit bro, are you neg?" he asked frantically as I started stroking inside him. I said I was and asked him if he was too. "Yeah, I guess" was his weird response. I didn't care. I'd already taken his load and was damn sure gonna put mine inside him. He kept muttering "oh fuck, oh fuck" as I stroked inside him, and I was tempted to say something but didn't want him to freak out or tell me to pull out to cum. I blasted a huge load inside him and he let out repeated "fuck yeah, oh god yeah"'s so I guessed he liked taking my load and wanted it after all. I didn't stop stroking and continued fucking him. If you're doing something like this, you've obviously done it before, and he was clearly a slutty little pig. He probably used his frat boy looks to get other guys to take him bareback and he's probably let other guys breed his hole too, even with his weak and pathetic ask for safe sex. And if you're going out to do this and wanted safe, wouldn't you bring a condom? He probably just wanted to rationalize that he at least asked before taking me bareback. I'm probably not even the first guy to fuck him today. He's probably gonna find another guy to breed him after I'm done. I go so worked up I blasted another load inside him. "Fuck that was intense bro" he said as I pulled out and pulled my jeans back up. I could see my cum slowly leaking out his ass and down my leg and loved it as he pulled his jeans back up, knowing he was going to be walking around with my seed still inside him. "You wanna do this again" he asked, and I almost laughed as it was so desperate and needy. I said sure and we swapped numbers but I damn sure won't be wearing a condom to fuck him next time. He is taking my load again and clearly he doesn't have problems taking loads. My guess is he was probably headed to a bathroom to clean up his ass and go out and try and find another guy to breed him.

I just took loads from 3 homeless guys in an alley behind a dumpster. the one guy was a regular. he fucked me in a park last night and arranged to meet me in the alley with his buddy who likes to fuck me. he brought a bonus homeless breeder, who I dont think has ever fucked me before and they actually kinda took their bending me over against the wall, listing up my skirt, and taking turns fucking me for about 20-25 minutes and dumping 5 combined loads in my pussy. enough to leave me dripping and soaking my thigh high stockings with cum. really pounded my ass hard. the new guy said “im definitely going to be fucking your cunt a lot more.” and told his buddy “her fuckhole is loose, warm and sloppy like a real pussy” my regular said “that’s cause she’s such a whore it’s always getting used"

i used to take my empty highball glass to the bar urinal and just ask the guys pissn if they wanted to fill it up. then walker around the bar sipping the piss in full view..so hott

I just think it's a little romantic when you're making out with cum in your mouth

As a fellow Lust Beast i understand where you are coming from. Have you considered sounding your penis? The sensations are amazing. As a power bottom and Apostle of Lust for Sataan and Asmodeus the next level is always easy for me as I push my body to take larger and larger size in it (both anally and sounds in my penis) and indulge in multi-day group use settings at sex resorts where I am at my most perfect life. I am at total peace with the universe when I am naked around other guys and experiencing open casual promiscuous sex while others watch what a sex freak I am.

For me book stores edge out bath houses. In bath houses I seem to get fucked a lot but men hold off on breeding. In book stores there are a lot more Hetero men that need to breed. In my experience there is nothing hotter than looking into a daddies eyes as he is feeding you his cock knowing he has chosen you to breed today. I love it service men that need to use you as a pussy for the day.

The bottom piG in the video clip below is hiGh at a kiTe. B E A U T I F U L !! [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video23574752/strong_begging_for_cock

Tell your regular doctor that this urologist’s performance was unacceptable and that you would like a different referral. If he insists on knowing why, tell him that the urologist attempted to apply his personal moral standards to your healthcare under the guise of s flimsy medical pretext, and that you have zero confidence in the man’s ability to objectively treat you. It’s your body - you should never settle for substandard medical care.

pre-loaded!!!

Love getting my face and ass fucked hard and deep!

Part 12 Late the next day TJ finally started stirring from his sedative induced state. I sat in a chair in the corner along with Paul, sharing a joint as we watched the boy slowly regain consciousness. He softly moaned as he started to feel the pain from his fresh wounds and over fucked hole. I knew his insides must be aching and I smiled at his torment as I stroked my hard cock. And it was far from over. I had decided not to plug his hole after I last dumped in it. Instead, I had diapered the bitch, knowing the cum would leak out of him and that he would piss himself in his sleep, making a wet slimy mess that would further humiliate the "straight" boy still left in him. I also knew he would be VERY thirsty at this point and had attached a rubber piss gag to him. This consisted of a rubber part that covered his mouth with a tube that passed through it so that his mouth was perfectly sealed off. He would be forced to swallow whatever was forced into his mouth through the attached funnel or drown. I had contemplated blindfolding him, but I wanted to see the terror in his eyes when he realized he would be forced to swallow piss. I gave him a little shot of T, just enough to make him fully regain consciousness. Then Paul and I began by spitting into the funnel. TJ shook his head in protest, but as he was tied spread eagle, it did nothing to stop us. We hocked a couple loogies each as well as copious amounts of saliva. It didn't slide easily through the tube so Paul leaned down and removed the funnel and blew into the tube, forcing the snot and spit into TJ's mouth. TJ gagged as the slime entered his mouth, but he could do nothing to stop it. Paul and I just laughed. Then I held up a glass that was half full of cum that I had been collecting and freezing. TJ's eyes just grew big as he protested into the gag. It's one thing to swallow cum from a cock you've been sucking, but it's another story to be forced to swallow cum that's been collected for the purpose of humiliation, and TJ knew that as his eyes pleaded for mercy. I picked up a baggie and waved it in front of TJ's face. Then I sprinkled a little bit of the powder into the funnel and poured the cum in. TJ's face wrinkled up as the slimy concoction slid into his mouth. He wretched a bit and I'm sure a little vomit rose into his mouth, but he had no choice but to swallow everything back down. Humiliating TJ had my cock rock hard and it took a lot of will power to get it soft enough to piss. But eventually I did and I dangled my piercing over the funnel and let go of my stream. TJ was begging and pleading into the gag as much as he could, and tears formed in his eyes, which only made me smile. He was wretching again and I saw his cheeks expand as he struggled in his bonds. But eventually his survival instinct to not drown in my piss took over and he started gulping it down. It took everything I had not to get hard again as I watched TJ's Adams apple bob up and down as my piss made its way to his stomach. Eventually all good things must come to an end and I ran out of piss. But luckily Paul was ready to go and TJ didn't even get a break before more piss was being forced into his body. He had obviously resigned himself to his fate as he no longer struggled, but just lay there gulping it down. His stomach started to make gurgling sounds as it was quickly filled up. After Paul had finished, I felt TJ's diaper and it still had a lot of room left in it, so I decided to leave him be for a while. I knew the recycled piss wouldn't take long to go through his body, and soon he would be pissing himself again. Only this time, he would be conscious, which would be even more humiliating. And I couldn't wait to watch it. We left TJ alone for a while, after attaching clamps to his nipples, and went into the living room to make some plans for later. After about an hour we returned to the room. TJ hadn't pissed himself yet, which was good. He was trying to hold it. I loaded up a fat pipe and removed the funnel from the tube. Paul and I took turns hitting the pipe and exhaling into TJ's tube, giving the boy lots of hits. "Do you have to piss yet boy?" I asked him. He just shook his head yes. "Well, get on with it pig. You're going to piss in the diaper while we watch." To my surprise, TJ didn't even try to protest. I guess he knew it wouldn't matter anyway. He just took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then the diaper started to swell and I instantly boned up as I watched my straight skaterboy meth whore fall one more notch down the inescapable rabbit hole. As soon as he finished pissing himself, I grabbed a rig as Paul undid his bonds. TJ looked at me with that glazed look of apprehension as he knew he was about to get his reward. Paul tied off his arm and I stuck the needle in and soon TJ was flying again. I ripped the diaper off of him and threw him face down. The diaper was a wet, soggy mess, especially where the red tainted cum had leaked from his damaged hole. I decided to let Paul go first, but without any lube. He just spit on TJ's hole a couple of times and rammed himself in. TJ let out a howl as his very tender hole was ripped open yet again. I shoved the cummy part of the diaper into his open mouth, gagging him with the filth. Then I pushed his head into the piss soaked diaper, soaking his entire face and hair in the piss while Paul held onto his shoulders and Jack hammered him. Paul was so turned on it didn't take him long before he was shooting his dirty seed into TJ's aching hole. When Paul finished dumping, I flipped the teenager over and placed his ankles over my shoulders. Then, without even spitting, I rammed my 11 inches all the way home. I pounded TJ's broken pussy with all my might as I pressed the pissy diaper into his face. TJ could hardly breath as I smothered him. I held the diaper over his mouth and nose as I raped his hairy hole. I would only lift it up when he was fighting for air, and then only long enough to let him get a couple quick gasps in before I smothered him again. Paul did his part by pinching and abusing the boys nips, adding to his torment. I fucked TJ for a solid 20 minutes, never letting him get enough air. Then the most amazing thing happened. TJ started convulsing and his caged cock started spewing a huge load of watery cum, soaking his stomach and the sheets. As he convulsed, his ass squeezed and milked my cock and I shot off a huge load deep inside him. As I pulled out and admired my red streaked cock, I grabbed TJ's stringy hair and forced my half hard cock down his semi-conscious throat, causing it to bulge. Then I let loose with a little bit more piss straight down into his stomach. When I had finished, I threw a sputtering TJ onto the floor where the trash belonged. Then for good measure, I gave him a swift kick to the balls, causing him to double over. "He gonna be ok to meet your dealer later?" Paul asked me. "Like I give a fuck about that meth whore." I replied. "He'll take whatever he's given!"

Sorry for the delay ... more soon CHAPTER 9: A couple weeks went by, and Mike and I are feeling closer than ever; it feels like we’re dating. We are dating. Mike is making public habits of kissing me and holding my hand when we go places, but more important to me, he breeds my often – sometimes twice a day. Chris is nearly moved in with us, too, and sleeping with us in my king-sized bed most nights. If I’m being honest with myself, I think I may be in love with both of them. I know both of them are trying to get me pregnant as I’m getting loads from each of them, usually in the same session, but sometimes separately. Between these two hotties the walls of my ass are taking 2 – 4 loads of unmedicated jizz every single day. When we have sex, they both seem so adamant about infecting me. Four weeks after the sex orgy, and finding out Mike tested positive for HIV, I decide I want to try another home test. I haven’t felt sick and I know these things can take months to actually show a positive result, but the curiosity is killing me. Part of me feels like I’m already HIV+, mentally its already a part of me, and when Mike or Chris fucks me, its part of our sex. I wake the next morning, with Mike cuddled close to me and I realize Chris didn’t stay the night with us. I love waking up to these guys, but I need to piss. In my half-groggy state I slink out of bed. As quietly as I can, I tear open the OraSure test and swab my gums with the cotton. I put the swab into the test vile and leave it sitting on the counter while I make my way to the toilet. I’m still not quite awake and my aim isn’t very good. My piss sprays out and hits my hand, my leg and my foot before I can wrestle the rest of it into the bowl. After some dribbles and spirts my morning piss fires out and then finally ends with a whimper. In an act of silliness I let the last bits drip onto my right-hand and leg. I don’t know if it’s desire, need, or what, but one second I’m finishing up and the next I’m bringing my pissy hand to my mouth and licking up what the spillage. It’s bitter and I grimace a little, then a giggle hits me, imagining kissing Mike with this mouth. I finish and decide to move the testing container to the nightstand so I can keep an eye on it after I climb back into bed. I return to my comfy “Mike” blanket – his warm, naked body and cock feel so good. I feel him stir and his body, as if acting on instinct, forms itself against mine and his hand comes around my waist, pulling me in close. I love how this all feels but I don’t want to fall asleep, these OraSure tests need to be monitored, and its only been a few minutes. I lie there a minute thinking about the possible, and of Mike, when I feel his cock swelling and pressing against my ass. I need to stay focused on the test but his poz cock is all I can think about, which is all the more evident by my own raging boner leaking and pressing up tight against my stomach. I like to leave Mike is in charge of my ass and breeding it, but I’m finding myself distracted by this test, well that, and all the precum oozing and running down the head of my cock. Pulse after pulse of the clear liquid is dripping into my open hand. I move Mike’s hand to my cock then his fingers to my mouth so I can get a taste. I reach behind me and lightly stroke Mike’s dick. “Is he awake and just letting me do this?”, I wonder. I push my butt away from him, and angle that poz dick down until I can feel it press against my ass. At this point I hear a slight moan leave Mike’s lips and he rolls over on to his back; my hand still attached. "Hey fucker … ", I whisper, "I’m busy using that cock of yours", “Well, you'll just have to climb on and ride it!”, he says, turning his face towards me. I glance over at him and see the slyest look on his face … we both know what’s about to happen. I let loose of him for a moment, moving toward him, and throwing the comforter off the bed. I end this quick combination of movements with a savory kiss on his lips, “So hot”, I speak the words softly into his mouth. My cock is rock hard and sticking straight out from my naked waist. When I grab his hard cock again he pulls me forward, until my dick is pressing against his lips. He quickly opens his mouth and my cock sinks past his lips, teeth, and tongue. Soon I’m lodged deep in his throat as I begin to move my hips back and forth allowing my cock to slip in and out of his mouth. His tongue is like velvet on my cock, the feeling is pure pleasure as he sucks and licks the pre-cum, and probably the last few drops of piss, from the head of my dick. I can feel my balls slowly contracting as my need to nut begins to rise – I stop him. "NO! I wa… need you to fuck me, NOW!", I say matter-of-factly and pull my wet dick from his wanting mouth, falling back on his crotch. I look over at the test, “Still not done”, I think. I can feel his hard, fat cock pressing against my ass, making me need it more and more. I lift my ass up off him and he reaches down, pulling that infected dick upright, and I sink my ass back down on him nice and slow. I let him slide all the way into my ass, relishing each and every inch as it invades my fuck hole. "Oh FUCK yea, … that's what I’ve been fucking waiting for", I spout as his cock fills me, not moving, just enjoying the feeling of his cock deep inside me. He pulls my face to his and we kiss, but this time its not soft, his tongue forces its way past my lips. I open my mouth inviting him in, immediately feeling the warmth of his mouth, as our tongues fight. I raise myself up, his cock slipping effortlessly within my ass, until the head is pressing against the rim of my hole. Then I lower myself once again until he’s fully penetrating me – until he’s balls deep. Our lips are locked as my ass is floating up and down on that cock. All too soon, I feel his hard, fat, poz fuck rod swelling deep with in me and I know he’s about to blow another load of toxic spunk inside me. I release our kiss and look down into his eyes, his orgasm is building and he’s lost in it. Soon, his hips are bucking me up and down on his cock, his hands are holding onto me tight as his cock is fucking my ass vigorously. “Ah ... Ahhhh ... Ohh fuck … oh fuck", he moans loudly as his body is slamming it's self against mine, lodging his cock deeper and deeper within the hot cavity of my ass and spitting load after load of his cum from those tight balls deep into my ass. "YES! ... OH FUU...... OH FUCK …. I CUMMMINNNNGGG......", he screams, and I feel it, as my whole body is being tossed about on top of him. I love the warmth engulfing me fully as his HIV+ cock spews and spews and spews deep inside me. My own cock is gyrating up and down against our stomachs as he pounds away at my ass, releasing all of his infected jizz inside me. This is one of Mike's more intense orgasms and seems to last for several minutes, filling my ass with cum, but I know in the real world its probably not even a whole minute. I am a bit surprised at his stamina, until I remember it’s been almost 24 hours since he last came inside me. With his balls empty and his cock momentarily satisfied, Mike slowly stops fucking me, and lays there with his arm pits exposed, completely spent. I look down at him, still attached to him by his cock in my ass, and kiss him. "I … I really do love you Mike", I say looking for some sort of reaction in his eyes. "Kevin", and I can see its his first word. "I love you too babe, I really do." I kiss him again as I feel his cock deflating. He rolls me over onto the bed as we kiss, and then he pulls away, climbing out of bed. I grab his hand as he’s walking away, "Where are you going?", I ask as he turns around and I’m staring at his hot body, his cock slick from our fuck, pointing out but down, still fat and semi-full of blood. "Gotta take a piss babe, … then I am going to come back and suck every bit of neg cum out of your cock until your balls are as drained as mine", and he gives me that sly look I love so much. I give him my best devious grin, and pull him back into bed. He sits on the edge and looks at me questioningly. As many times as we’ve shared piss you would think he’d get a clue about what I want. "What?", he says looking at me. Instead of telling him, I don't say a word, I just push him down on the bed, both of us now face to cock, “mmmmm”, I moan. "Kev, I have to take a wicked pi.......", and he stops as my mouth takes his soft dick inside and I hold it there without moving. I can taste the sex and cum on him, this just makes my own cock that much harder. "Gollll", I say as best I can with my mouth full of his dick, and I then re-close my mouth. He looks at me for a moment and then lowers his head to my cock and takes it completely in his mouth. He begins to suck me softly as I did with him when I feel the first few drops of his piss ooze out of his cock, but he holds back, not quite being able to release yet. I just stay there as he expertly sucks me deep into his throat. And again, I felt the slight flow of his yellow stream fill my mouth. I drink and swallow as it dribbles out, but there is little there to savor. Then he stops sucking my cock for a moment, its still lodged in his throat, and then it happens. My mouth is soon filled with his hot piss as his bladder opens up and feeding me a healthy helping of piss for breakfast. I gulp and gulp and swallow as he empties himself into my mouth. As soon as he feels himself filling my stomach with his piss, he returns to sucking my cock. I don't know if its the way he’s sucking me or that he’s pissing in my mouth, but I can’t deny it turns me on and my orgasm blasts forth. My rock hard cock fills his mouth with cum as I drink him down. We’re emptying ourselves into each other, drinking from each other’s cock. Our mouths filling and then swallowing each others juice as it erupts from our bodies with force. His piss is hot and salty as it runs down my throat, and to make it more interesting as if I didn’t already know, the smell and deep yellow flavor tells me it’s morning piss. My orgasm doesn't last as long as his piss, but soon we’re both spent. My body is momentarily drained of all the cum it can produce, and his bladder is freshly emptied, I think, “Note to self … we really need to do this more often”. We lay there, our cocks still in each others mouths enjoying the afterglow of our sex. I look up at him, both our cocks now soft, then I remember my test results and I jerk my neck up to look over at them. I can see a faint line, one faint line. Mike sees what I’m looking at, moving his body to get a better look. He leans up to touch, kissing me on the neck, “Still neg babe”. I don’t say anything with him against me like this, I know a Doctor can provide a more sensitive test, but I haven’t been to one and I know Mike hasn’t been to one since he found out. I’m thinking, “We’ll just have to try harder”, when Mike pipes, “Gotta be out of town the week after next babe”. I look over at him, I groan, “I know”, he says.