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I have a FB who likes to breed me, I am his on call cum-dump. I love it, it's no nonsense breeding. He calls, I come over, I strip in the living room, I get ass up on his bed, he uses my hole, dumps his load in me and then I am up and on my way. It's a great arrangement for us both. He is a great fuck, we fit together great. Love when he breeds me. He has been wanting to share my hole with another top, I'm game. He arranged to have another top come over, but the top wanted it totally anon, me ass up blindfolded. I think thats great. I love an anon blindfolded fuck. I am told they are going to tag team me. SO fucking hot! So I lube up before I leave my house, I'm ready. I arrive at his apartment before the other top. I strip, wearing a jock strap, a harness and high socks (at the request of my fuck bud). I get in position. I start sucking my FB while we wait for the other top to arrive. I read on the top's profile he likes to also suck cock and my FB says be patient as the other top wants to suck him some first. It might happen in the living room before they come in to fuck me. I wait there blindfolded, the tension builds, I am loving it, I take a hit of poppers as I listen for clues. I hear belts being un-buckled, I hear pants dropping to the floor. Its so hot I wait with anticipation. They enter the room and I feel hands touching my ass as I am ass up waiting. I feel a nice slap on the ass and groans of delight!! I love getting my ass slapped (I have a nice fuckable ass). Now that I am blindfolded, I can't really see who or what's going on. I can only guess. I feel a cock pushing at my hole. I back up onto it. No need to go easy, I love it when a guy DIVES IN and enters me! I can take it. I think it's the other top at this point. Every one has their fuck style. Now I think the other top is standing over me and the top whose cock is in me is sucking my fuck buds cock. Not sure, but thats what I think is going on. I am getting fucked, loving it, The top pulls out, the other cock enters me, they repeat this several times. Each taking their turn fucking my hole. I hear groans of delight, my FB telling the other top how I take his cock whenever he asks, that he always breeds me raw! Then I hear my fuck bud say, Let me in, I am going to breed him. My fuck bud breeds my hole with a nice wet load...... Oh, GOD does that feel good. He pulls out and the second top enters me. There is nothing like the great feeling of a the second cock entering a nicely cum lubed hole. I absolutely love that feeling of a nice cock using the first guys cum as lube!! The second top pounds my hole, then pulls out to jerk himself to climax and then dives into my hole spewing his load inside!! SO hot!! He pulls out, he's done!! My FB enters me to just feel the slippery cum filled hole. The second top heads out to get dressed and leave. My FB escorts him out as I lay there in pig heaven thinking about the anon cum inside me!! So fucking hot. I lay there until my FB comes back!! Then I get up and get dressed and I head home with two nice wet loads in my hole. My FB says he is talking with other tops as he wants to do this again!! I can't wait!!

Part 4 The inevitable happened. The hostage got royally fucked by Cuntbuster. Before Caio move onto the bed, someone injected some chemicals at the base of his cock. And soon enough, Cuntbuster went rigid like a steel pipe. It was a massive weapon, thick and vicious with a glistening PA sitting like a crown on the cockhead. The hostage went frantic when Caio came into his view. No gag would have silenced such screams. Chains were rattling like a melody. - Honestly, he should get an award for his acting. I said out loud. Leo was next to me and gave me a weird look. Caio shoved all his cock deep in the guy ass in his first assault. Cuntbuster had defeated his adversary in one single plunge. Any resistance was futile. Game was over. - Like an oven down there and soon you will bake Cuntbuster poz babies. The hostage was now bouncing on the mattress, impaling himself back, at each thrust. In normal circumstance, I would have worried at the scene before me and felt sorry for the guy, but the not-so diluted tranquilizer in Leo’s homemade iced tea was still blurring my reality. - You sweat. Hope you didn’t catch a bug you don’t want. Here, drink some iced tea, it might help. The scene went along for few more minutes. Caio came in his victim ass with a victory roar, pulled out, leaving a ruined body behind him. Another guy, pretty hung (of course), took his place and started fucking. In two steps, Caio was in front of me. - Mind and pupils relaxed. Can’t be more ready than this. Leo pried my mouth open, inserting a Viagra and an aspirin. - Here take these and drink this I was given a glass of an infect beverage, except this iced tea was warmer and had a different taste. I pushed back the glass. - I'm out of iced tea. This is all I got. So drink. If I’d knew better, I would say it was piss. I looked at a grinning Leo suspiciously. As soon as the thought crossed my mind it vanished immediately. Nah, he’s way too nice of a man, he wouldn’t do that kind of prank. - Let’s take a break, you and me, I’ll teach you a thing or two. Caio hooked his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and dragged me to the nearest bed available. *** I was still very calm, and I was able to focus. My span of attention was getting better. I was hard and horny now. In a malleable mind-state. A great condition to get fucked even if you don’t want to. Caio was cuddling me and marking me with a lot of hickeys. Cuntbuster was nudging my balls between my legs. One hand was mauling a nipple while with the other one he was lazily giving me a five-knuckle-shuffle on my cock. - Sshhh, pretty boy, I know you are reluctant to have Cuntbuster shoved up your virgin ass… I just nodded. No, it’s a lie. I wasn’t just nodding. I was also voluntary rocking my ass lightly against Caio’s lower abs. The warmth of his body was soothing, and I needed to cum. - Feel this, boy. Feel how it’s smooth, how smooth it will feel when I slide it home. Tell me how bad you want it, how bad you want me to share my toxic load with you. Cuntbuster was pulsing like it had a life of his own. I looked down to both cocks and was mesmerized by the sight. Caio’s cock was definitely bigger than mine, but I had nothing to be ashamed. - Raise your leg Two fingers found their way to my hole. Even in my straight-guy mind, I knew that I would never let a girl dry fuck me with her fingers or objects, although no girl I shagged would have come willingly near my ass. It was hard enough to convince them to get a blow job, except Prissy at the bar. Caio’s fingers were insisting - Lube… please… - Since you're asking so nicely He collected some precum from both cocks and smeared it over my hole. He repeated the process a couple of time. I took over masturbating our cocks, one against the other. - This is the yin and the yang of the cocks. The good and the bad. The pure and the evil. The neg and the poz. Like a mantra, Caio's was whispering a lot of things, interrupted here and there by tongue foraging my ear. The hand was back at my bruised nipple. Caio had stretched it to a pencil eraser size. Now he was back at it, torturing it between his fingers which was sending weird feelings down my spine, but mostly to my cock. The precum-wet fingers were crawling in my ass. - It hurts - A finger or two in your in ass is not pain. You must know that when Cuntbuster is going to fuck you up the first ten or twelve times, then you will know what pain is. - Ten times? - Only if you are a poor fuck. If you are good, pretty boy, I will fuck you so much that your ass will never remember being virgin. - I’m not gay. I want a girlfriend, and... - Not anymore, no more girlfriends for you, no more pussies. - But… - Sshhh, pretty boy, gay or not, Cuntbuster doesn’t care, so why would you? - Because it’s my ass? - You’re wrong again my naïve boy. It is not just your ass. It is a sheltered home for all Cuntbuster poz babies and his toxic friends. The intimacy created by Caio felt good, despite the fact he was a guy. I can’t blame Dad if this how he felt? I was scared and not totally committing to gay sex, and even less to have unprotected sex with a poz guy. - I need to piss - Now? - Too much iced tea… Caio jump out the bed and tilted his head for me to come along. We cross the décor set back to the dungeon where a black guy was fucking the hostage in a pretzel position. - Make Room Caio took hold of my hard on - Put it in I obeyed. - Well, what are you waiting for? Piss! That was insane, but I really need to go. - Sorry, I said to the hostage which cause a genuine laugh amongst the porn actors.

I was feeling a tongue exploring my body, a bearded mouth in my sweaty pits. “Let’s give it a bit more time” I heard. I didn’t know really what was wanted from me, but I was willing to take whatever would be given to me. Someone sat by my side of the mattress while I was still lying on my back, my legs kept open by a hand. I felt legs placing themselves between my thighs, a cock rubbing my hole. “Look at that, told you that slut was already full” someone said. “Go for it, man. Don’t think he’s gonna give a lot of resistance”. A dick was thrust deep inside. It wasn’t even painful, I was relaxed already, my hole could take anything. I couldn’t tell if that dick was thick or not. It just slid right in, with the help of the loads I had previously been given. “This feels great, loose and sloppy, man!” It wasn’t long before I got another load. I heard whispering that I couldn’t understand and some shuffling I couldn’t figure out what it was. “Next” I heard from the guy sitting by my side. “Do you want some?” The question was not addressed to me. Following his lead, guys were taking turns. I don’t know how long it had been, how many guys had shot in me, maybe 2, maybe 10, but the second pill started to kick in. Another rush of heat, another rush of intense sweating. I was feeling insanely dizzy this time, a little nauseous too but I had eaten nothing in hours. My legs were hurting but they were still being maintained firmly open to whoever wanted to shoot their cum in my ass. The dizziness was so intense, I was falling in and out of consciousness, without passing out. I was hearing discussions, but no one was addressing me. I had definitely become just a hole. I was in no way capable of understanding fully what was being done to me, let alone resist.

Yesterday was such a blur "Finished my day with 27 loads, before my partner came home, felt my cummy hole, fucked 2 more loads, plugged my hole and we went out for dinner and I couldn't be happier (and hornier lol)" starting the day I couldn't imagine I would be able to get loaded like that but all the stars aligned and a lot of my regulars dropped by, and they brought friends and partners. My hole got used practically all day, including double penetration, some light fisting and watersport 💦. I am still locked and aside anal orgasms I hadn't cum myself since Sunday (breeding my partner) just like the past couple of days, I just feel like I need more today.

It seems that a lot of guys have gradually altered what used to be fairly clear definitions: 1. "Top" means (or used to) a guy who will only fuck. Active only, nothing passive. 2. "bottom" means (or used to) mean a guy who will only get fucked. Passive only, noting active. 3. "Verse" means (or used to) a guy that potentially will both Top and/or bottom, depending on the scene. When the above turns into an alphabet soup, the meanings are rendered moot. Point: Less talk, more Breeding. Less endless time-wasting on the cruise apps, go to where the pigs are, shuck your jeans and jump in.

If I see one more ad for JerkMate I’m going to punch my monitor screen !

1. As I left my apartment building to get some coffee, he was standing at the entrance. He was listening to the phone ringing, but there was seemingly no answer. The only reason I noticed him was to admire the thick arm muscles and the subtle tattoos against his rich black skin. His tight t-shirt showed off his pecs and hard nipples, but it seemed thin in the brisk morning air. He had a small duffel bag sitting on the ground. I didn't bother shutting the gate as I walked away. I noticed he made no attempt to sneak in behind me. Fifteen minutes later I came back with with my coffee. He was gone, and I almost forgot about him. I climbed the steps up to my apartment, depressed by the grey, foggy morning. I doubted there would be any sun today. As I turned into my hallway, I noticed that there was a person hanging out, leaning against the railing. It was the same black man I had seen earlier at the front gate. He was hanging out near my apartment. Getting closer, I saw he had dropped his bag right by my door. "Can I help you?" I asked him. "Does Javier still live here?" he asked me, pointing to my apartment. "No. I live here," I said. "Fuck. I had been looking for Javi. How long you been here?" "About 4 months," I said. I had moved in recently, and still wasn't entirely unpacked. "You know where Javi moved to?" "No idea, sorry." "Damn. Spent all night on the bus getting here. Fucking need a hot shower bro," he said. I looked him over more carefully. He was about six six tall, and pretty much all muscle. Although it was hard to see between in the grey lighting of morning and his black skin, tattoos ran up and down both of his arms. There was a bit of stubble on his face, and his hair was cropped closely. Standing up over me, he was a little menacing. At only five eight, I knew there would be no contest between the two of us. "Well, I suppose you could come in and take a shower. Wish I could help you with with where your friend Javier moved to," I said. "Thanks, bro," he said. He grabbed his duffel bag as I unlocked the door. I let him go in first. "I'm Matt," I said, as he walked in. "Where did you come in from?" "I'm Eli, man. I came from the west side of the state," he said. He was being a bit evasive about where he had come from. I realized he was probably coming from the state penitentiary. He dropped his duffel bag by the door, and looked around the small apartment. "Done it up nice, bro. Much nicer than when Javi was here." I shut the door behind us. I should have been scared, alone with a big black thug, but my cock was twitching more than I cared to admit. "Thanks," I said. I grabbed a towel out of the closet. He had obviously been here before, because he headed straight to the bathroom. Even before he got to the bathroom he had already pulled off his shirt. His chest was impressively muscled, and there were more tattoos, across his chest, and over his washboard abs. I had tried not to stare, but I noticed that around his navel, there was a red biohazard symbol. He tossed the shirt into a corner, grabbed the towel from me, and walked into the bathroom. He was still wearing his grey sweat pants and an old pair of sneakers. He closed the door and a few moments later, I heard the shower start running. I picked up the shirt from the ground; even just holding it in my hands, I could smell the sweat and grime on it. From the size of the duffel bag and the condition of the t-shirt, I guessed he didn't have much in the way of clothing. It was clear that anything I might have wouldn't fit him. I put the shirt on a chair in the living room, and started to sip my coffee while Eli showered. He didn't take long in shower. I had barely started on my coffee when the water was turned off. Eli shuffled around a bit in the bathroom, I guessed he was drying himself off. Soon, he opened the door, and walked out into the living room. He had slung the towel over his shoulder, and was otherwise totally naked. I didn't bother trying to hide my staring at him. His legs were just as well-defined as his chest and arms, and handing between them was a fat yet still limp cock and two huge, low-hanging balls. I tried to focus on his face, but I found myself constantly glancing back at his cock and thick bush. He at least pretended not to notice me staring. "Thanks bro. I needed that. Not had that hot of a shower in a long, long time." "So, what were your plans for the day?" I asked. He had turned around, looking for his duffel bag. His ass was two perfectly balanced black globes, just as hard and perfect as the rest of his body. I wanted to kneel down, spread his muscular cheeks and worship his hole. "Fuck bro, I don't know. Was hoping I could crash with Javi for a bit. And try to have some fun today. It's been too long since I've had the chance." He found where he had left the duffel, and knelt down. As he rummaged through it, his low-hanging balls were swinging heavily between his legs. I guessed they were full of accumulated jizz. I wanted nothing more than to be the one to drain them for him. "What kind of fun are you up for?" I asked. "I don't care bro. Just kick back, have a good time. Javi was always good for a wild party." He found what he had been looking for, and he turned around. He had a threadbare pair of underwear and a small book. "Damn, I wish I knew where he went. Hope his cell is still the same." "Like what you see, bro?" he asked, not yet putting on the underwear. "Yeah," I said, a little embarrassed that he had noticed. "That's cool bro. Maybe we can have our own party," he said. His hand dropped down to his groin, and he started to rub his cock a bit. "I can borrow your phone? Wanna see if I can get a hold of Javi." I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. "Here you go." He took it from me, and started to page through his address book. He let the underwear drop to the ground. "Yo, bro. Gotta be honest. You got any party favors?" he asked me, as he stopped searching through his book. He dialed the phone. "What do you like?" I asked. "I've got some pot and other things." Eli's face brightened up when I mentioned "other things." "Bro, I'd love to smoke some meth, if you've got it." He was slouched back on one of the chairs facing me, his legs spread wide. It was still difficult for me not to stare at his cock. Even half-hard it was massive; a good seven inches long and nearly beer-can thick. I had no idea if I was going to be able to do anything with it, or even if I was going to get to play with our partying. "Yeah, I do," I said. I hadn't even used up my last baggie and had just bought two more grams the previous day. "Well, damn, bro. Share your wealth, and I'll share mine," he said. He shook his cock at me, indicating exactly the wealth he had to share. He held the phone up to his ear and I thought I could hear the sound of ringing. "Right on, man," I said. The ringing had stopped and I heard a muffled answer. "Yo, Javi, my man. This is Eli," he said into the phone. He clicked the volume down a bit, and I couldn't hear the other man any longer. A pause, then "Yeah. I got out yesterday. Got here this morning." I went into the bedroom, and found my pipe, torch, and the full bag of favors. In the living room, Eli was still talking. "Hanging out in your old apartment, actually. Cool guy here now." I rummaged through my bed stand, and found a few tablets of Viagra. "Yeah, totally. We're just getting the party started. You should come over." Supplies in hand, I came back to the living room. Eli had moved to the couch, where I had been sitting. I put the supplies down on the coffee table. "Awesome bro. See you in thirty then," he said, putting the phone down. He looked towards me. I tied to meet his eyes, but was still distracted by the massive tool between his legs. "Javi is coming over in a bit bro. We'll have fun today." He grabbed his cock, playing with it a bit. "Not as big as me. But he's not bad at all and definitely knows how to use it." I wasn't sure about having two strangers in my place, much less two strangers high on crystal meth, but my cock was starting to think for me. "Found a Viagra, if you want that as well?" I said. "You think you can handle me fucking you on V?" he asked, laughing. I stared at his cock. I knew this was going to be a day like I had dreamed of, and I didn't want anything to mess up the party. "I know I can." I said. "Well, get me something to drink. You got any beer bro?" I went into the kitchen, and brought him a cold can of beer. He took the viagra and washed it down. "Just a sec," I said, and went back into the bedroom. I found some poppers and lube, and brought those out. "Right on, bro. This is just what I needed," he said. "The pipe loaded?" he asked. I shook my head no. I sat down on the couch next to him and got a big chunk of crystal out of the baggie. I put it in the pipe. The bowl still looked a little empty to me, so I added two smaller shards. I took the torch and lit it. I melted the shards in the bowl. As I prepared the pipe, Eli watched. He grabbed the lube off the table and poured a little on his cock. When the first thin wisp of smoke curled out of the pipe, I handed it to him, to let him have the pleasure of the first hit. He took the pipe, one hand holding it as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his cock. He held the pipe in his mouth as I held the torch under it. The crystals crackled and smoked in the intense heat of the torch. He emptied the bowl several times, pulling a strong hit. After the fourth or fifth pull, he indicated he was good. I let the torch go out, and he pulled the pipe out of his mouth. He held it for a few seconds. Then, he blew out a thick white cloud right into my face. "Your turn," he said, as the smoke slowly dissipated in the room. I took the pipe and started to heat it up. As I let it melt and smoke, he took another swig of the beer. "You got any porn?" he asked. "Helps me get in the mood." I just nodded, as I took my first drag from the pipe. I felt the drug fill my lungs, my heart pounding in anticipation of the incipient high. I did a proper hit, and held it long, then blew out a thick cloud. I handed the pipe and torch to Eli for him to go again. "What kind of porn are you into?" I asked, right before he took another hit from the glass pipe. "Anything, bro. Gay. Straight. Black. White. I don't care. The freakier, the better." I got up and pulled out something I had downloaded a few months ago. It was a bunch of short gay flicks, mostly hung black guys fucking white guys. It was also bareback, which gave me a moment's pause. I worried it might set the mood for the rest of the day. I didn't know how to bring up condoms for Eli, if one would even fit him. As I put it on, Eli took another hit from the pipe. I came back to the couch just as he was exhaling the hit. He handed the pipe back to me. I put it in my mouth as he lit the torch under it. "Big hit this time, Matt. Gotta get you in the zone, bro." I sucked on the pipe, getting nice thick hits of the meth. Even when I motioned that I had had enough, he kept the torch under the pipe. "Just a bit more, bro," he said. "You're gonna need it for what I have planned for you." I tried to keep on inhaling the smoke as best I could, even as my lungs felt like they were bursting. Finally, he pulled the torch away, grabbing the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, Matt, until I say so" he said. He stuck the pipe in his mouth and started to do his own hit. I was about to exhale, but he indicated for me to hold it a bit longer. It wasn't until he had taken all of his hit that he motioned me to breath out. Just as I was finished emptying my lungs, he leaned in towards me, making it clear I was going to get his hit. We started to kiss, and he shot-gunned his hit to me. It was far bigger than the one I just did, and he made sure our lips were locked long enough for it to get absorbed. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and let me breath the hit out. I was a little surprised a macho thug type like him would kiss, but I didn't protest the unexpected intimacy. I could feel my body tingle, as the tina started to take effect. I was definitely getting horny and wanting to do more than just kiss and share hits of the meth. I turned my attention to the TV. On screen, a white guy was on his knees, trying to swallow a huge black cock. I looked at Eli's cock, and realized that his shaft was even bigger than the one in the video. "You like it, bro?" he asked; I couldn't tell if he meant his dark cock, or the white guy struggling to swallow the black cock on screen. "Yeah, I do," answering for both. "Why don't you get more comfortable. You gotta get naked like me, man," he said. I did as I was told, throwing my shirt into a corner, then stepping out of my jeans and underwear. My cock was only semi-hard and seemed tiny in comparison to his. "Nice bod, bro," Eli said, running his free hand over my hairy chest and taut stomach. "Not sure how my cock's gonna fit in you. But don't worry, we'll make sure it does." "Hot movie," Eli continued. "Why don't you get down on your knees, and show my cock some love, just like that white boy." I pushed the coffee table back a bit, and knelt down in front of him. Up close his manhood seemed even bigger than I first realized. I had no idea how I was going to take it in my mouth, much less in my ass. "Just relax, and work slowly. I know you'll be able to take it," he said, almost reading my mind. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. As they took effect, his cock no longer seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. I knew I could take it, and further, I knew he would love every second of it. I took his warm cockhead into my mouth, savoring the small drop of pre-cum at its tip. I started to work my way down his shaft, slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. It wasn't an easy or fast process, but it more than satisfied my sudden need for dick. Eli was enjoying it as well. He spread his legs wide, giving me better access to his cock and balls. He leaned back, not caring about anything but the pleasure of the blowjob. After a few minutes of effort, I had barely gotten more than a third of his cock into my mouth. But, it didn't seem to bother him. He was moaning in pleasure, letting me know how good it felt for him. He grabbed the pipe, and lit the torch. I glanced up at him just in time to see him slowly melting the drug in the glass bowl. Right before the smoke began to leak out the top, he looked down at me and said, "Don't stop sucking, bro. It feels fucking great." He put the pipe to his lips and did another long hit. I was glad I had loaded up the bowl, since it he was enjoying big hits. I was feeling like I was almost in the zone, and needed only one more hit before I was completely at his mercy, ready to be used like the cocksucker I was. He pushed out his hit, covering the two of us in a thick white fog. Eli was getting too much pleasure from my oral service, so I knew he wasn't going to offer me a hit off the pipe. Instead, I settled for another hit from the poppers, and did my best to swallow another agonizing inch of his cock. His cockhead started to hit the back of my throat, and I did my best to suppress my gag. But, with my mouth already stretched as wide as possible and his fat cock pressed against my throat, it was hard to do. Even with the poppers, I had to pull off and catch my breath. "Damn bro. Most guys can barely take my head. That was fucking amazing," he said, clearly impressed. "Take a breather," he said, "Catch your breath." grabbing my arms and pulling me up on to the couch. I relaxed for a moment. My hand dropped down to my crotch, seeking out my dick. My cock was still half-hard. The crystal hadn't yet reached it and left it limp and lifeless. It was leaking precum. Eli reached across, and grabbed my cock. "Not bad, man," he said, impressed by its current size. He stroked my cock a few times, but then worked his hand down, grabbing my balls and starting to finger and explore my hole. "You're a tight ass, bro. Literally. Gonna have fun fucking you." He pulled his fingers out long enough to put a drop or two of lube on them. He pushed back into me, getting a little deeper. Even his fingers were big, and I acutely felt the intrusion into my hole. "You ok, man?" he asked. "Or do you need another hit?" He left it ambiguous enough that I didn't know if he meant poppers or crystal. "Yeah. Just a lot bigger than I'm used to," I said. I tried to shift my weight around, giving him easier access to my butt and also trying to relax as much as possible. He didn't stop, but pushed into me further; I could feel his second knuckle slide into my hole. He wiggled his finger inside of me. It sent a shock of pleasure running through my body and I moaned involuntarily. But then, suddenly, he pulled out. I felt empty, like something important had slid out from my body. "Pick out a nice big shard from your stash, man," he said. "You're not in the zone yet." I got off the sofa and down on my knees again. I looked through what was left in in the bag. There was one decent-sized piece of meth left. The rest of it was all small bits or dust. I fished the big one out of the bag, and put it on the coffee table. I grabbed the pipe, but he stopped me. He leaned over and took a look at it was I wondered what he had planned. "Nice, bro. Now, just bend over the table and relax." He paused for a second. "You may want these," he said, handing me the poppers. I took them, and did a huff from the bottle. He carefully picked up the shard of meth. With his free hand, he spread apart my ass cheeks, exposing my hole. I realized he was going to stick the crystal up my ass, not bothering with the ritual of a booty bump. I had heard this was almost as intense as slamming. Terrified of what I'd do flying high, nevertheless, I did another huff of poppers, forcing myself to relax. His finger pushed into my hole, guiding the sharp rock into me. I could feel it scraping up against my tight moist hole, slowly starting to dissolve and enter my bloodstream. He pushed his finger in all the way, first one knuckle, then a second knuckle, and finally the base of his finger. "There, Matt," he said. "Just relax, and let it melt, bro." I took another huff from the poppers as he slid his finger out of my hole. I could feel the shard of tina that he had left behind. I knew it had already started to dissolve, the drug going straight to my brain. I wondered what I would let him do over the next few hours. As his fingertip slipped out of my hole, he gently massaged it, making it close up. "That bump should last you for a good while," he said.

It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, I was sitting home a bit horny scrolling through grindr when I came upon a profile less than a mile away that looked interesting. It was a black man, 5-8, 150 lbs, 38 yo. Versatile top, 8" cut and he had bb tagged, He only had torso pics but he was lean , smooth and muscular. I immediately asked if he was looking and quickly got a response asking what I was into. I replied I was 50, 6-0, 180, smooth, white, 7" versatile bottom who loved to make out, kiss, mutual oral, rimming, poppers and I that preferred bareback. We both unlocked our pics and I was greeted by a hot man with a buzzed head, the most wonderful lips. His cock pic was awesome too....fat, long with low hanging balls. He asked if I hosted, I said yes. No discussion of status just an affirmation that we both wanted bareback. I gave him my addy and within 30 minutes was at my door. I led him to the bedroom, and we immediately started kissing. OMG he was such a passionate kisser. Those full lips and that tongue probing my mouth. We were undressing as we kissed and as he dropped his pants his dick popped out. Holy shit. Hard as rock, bulging veins with an abrupt upward curve leading to a mushroom head. Below were a set of low hanging balls that I began to imagining emptying into me. We went to the bed where we continued kissing passionately. I soon started to make my way down, sucking on his nipples than tonguing his balls and crotch and then lifting his legs to find an incredibly hairy hole which contrasted with his smooth chest. I ate him out for at least 10 minutes while he moaned and stroked my head. I was soon sucking that huge dick tasting his precum and enjoying every minute. But my goal was to have him breed me. I ate his ass some more then came up to kiss him. We kissed for a while and then he told me to roll on my back. He grabbed the poppers he spotted by my bed and handed them to me then lifted my legs and began eating me like I've never been eaten before. He spent 10 minutes licking and sucking on my hole. It was so wet and relaxed. He then lined up his cock with my ass which was my cue to hit the poppers. Soon he was entering. It didn't hurt but was so intense. He was kissing me as he slid in further and then he hit the poppers going balls deep and stopped. I was so full and in ecstasy. Now he began fucking. Rhythmically and hard. He would pull out eat my hole some more and slide in. Every time he pulled out I'd beg him to fuck me more, to breed me. Now he was getting verbal, telling me he's going to knock me up, he starts to moan and yells take my poz nut. I was a little shocked because we never discussed status but I wanted a connection with him so bad.....I wanted HIM to poz me. His breathing was getting heavier and his dick went so deep inside and suddenly stopped. There was silence but I could feel his dick pulsating knowing his poz babies were flooding me. He stayed in me for a while and passionately kissed me and then rolled over on his back. I went down on his dick cleaning off his cum and my ass juices. We laid there and I asked "are you really poz?" He said he was, he just found out a few weeks ago. I asked if he was on meds and he said not yet. He then asked if I was poz and I replied no. He appeared shocked and said I thought you were for sure by how uninhibited you were. He asked if I was upset. I told him I wasn't because it was the most awesome sex I had ever had and if he did poz me it was worth it. To be continued

Chapter four I had needed to get a drink for a while so with my guy catching his breath in the sling,I went to the bar. I must have been gone less than ten minutes but when I returned he was looking so different. The blindfold was off, and he had climbed out the sling, he was now on all fours on a small bench in the corner. I assume that the guy now eating the cum out his wet hole must have helped him to get there. He must have been in his thirties, average body, but really looked like he knew how to eat a butt out. I felt like I should have been the one swallowing them loads, but it looked like I would not have to wait long. The rubbermen had been circling earlier but I thought it was have been way to much for my guy. I mean yer he was in nice chaps and a harness, but these were not hiding anything they were into. A couple had “pig” on the front of the suit in big letters, and one who stood out to me had a yellow biohazard logo on one side of his chest, and a all round zip round his crotch. The idea of him playing with them was hot but I ruled it out. I know his limits, or so I thought. He had flipped himself onto his back and was taking the room in a bit, maybe his eyes were still adjusting since the blindfold was taken off, but then he did it. He sat up in front of the biohazard rubber guy, pulled him close by the hips and then very wet kissed and licked that warning logo. He saw it, he liked it and he was grinning at it. He was almost worshipping it with every lick and kiss. He clearly had not spotted me yet as he normally smiles at least to me to check I’m ok. Instead I saw him unzipping biohazard crotch zipper and getting a nice long but not to wide cock out. The rubber man was semi hard, and inches from my guys face. “He’s going to knowingly take a poz cock in his mouth while he’s not on prep!” I thought. But he didn’t. My guy just lay back holding that toxic cock in his hand between his legs, in his hand. Slowly he was guiding it straight into his wet hole with the cum left from the other guys. He must have known what this could mean. He inched more and more of that wet cock into his cummy hole till he bottomed out inside him. He just lay there groaning as the hazard guy just helped himself and fucked him how he wanted. It did not take long for them to get verbal with each other. “You like this cock in you? You want it’s seed? You know it’s going to knock you up? Bet your loving this you cum dump!”, and all he said back was “just fucking load me with that dirty poison!”. No sooner had he shouted it for most of the dark room to hear than the deep moans stopped from the rubbermen, and he just held my guys hips tight against him, clearly filling him with just what he asked for. This time no nice “thanks” or chat, my guy just pulled off that poison prick, sucked it clean, and left him standing as he left to go to another room. No attempt at covering what he did, not shame or worries, just carrying that load in him to enjoy in another spot in the club

Unfortunately "side" has been completely preempted by the guy where, "you can lead the dick to the hole, or the hole to the dick, but you can't make him fuck." I'm just as happy if they identify themselves that way up front. Maybe I can get them to wear a scarlet "S" on their foreheads in the fuckjoints and cruising spots, so I don't have to waste my time with them.

Hell yea indeed... In about 2 or 3 months I'll go back to my P-daddy... I'll ask him if he wants to pimp me out...

The bookstore I use the most here in Michigan has covered all the gloryholes, by order of the county. Men still use the booths, leaving the doors open, to let another man slip in. It's very tight quarters, so I don't use them. Many bookstores also have communal viewing areas. This same location has two different rooms with large screen televisions--one for straight porn and one for gay. Play is pretty open behind these closed doors. I like to show off--so I am in my element in there. Many men, shy at first, are now playing more openly as they hate the booths without the holes. I have been to many, many different bookstores in many states--and it feels like gloryholes are being covered in lots of those places.

I'm absolutely certain that emulating the Que, Que for Quoquo puffs right is going to make being gay more politically relevant or accepted. The only thing it has done for the MAGA is create even stronger resistance to their increasingly radical agenda. I lean pretty far lower case l libertarian, i.e. live and let live as long as you aren't harming others, but also believe that to really make that work you have to lead by good example.

That is a typo, it should have read, unfortunately I would consider him to be a bottom, not even close to versatile. He is most definitely not versatile, or a top. On the other hand guys here bring dildos to the bathhouses here, and post hookup ads to play dildos.

A lot is local custom, and/or time of the day. I knew 1 place in NJ where if you were there between 4 and 6p, workers getting off work and headed home would arrive, head to a booth and have a hard on within moments- if you got lucky to hit the booth next to them, you had minutes to help the guy out- fast fuck Freddies knocking one out before continuing on home to the wife and kids. Some places guys do the hallway dance, roaming around and around and leaning against the walls until someone interesting comes along and goes into a booth, but others may also be checking him out so it is a case of the fastest wins- the empty booth next to the new guy. Other methods are to take a booth with 1 or 2 gloryholes on either side wall, play a movie and monitor to see who enters the booth next to you. If they are not what you are looking for, either ignore their offering, or be polite and simply say no thanks thru the hole. If the guy is dense, or refuses to take no, then you pretty much will have to sit there watching your movie ignoring the person , or get up and leave the booth for a walk around and a different booth. Just know, someone you are not into may find you the perfect playmate, so even moving might not solve the issue If you grow a stalker, it might be time to go check out the store and the dildo selection. Just be alert- you do not need your valuables in all their glory to play in the booths, so leave them home- including the wallet. Some people in bookstores are less than honest. I bought a leather wrist wallet and had an expired drivers license in it, and the money needed for the booths. Nothing else really needed. Along the same lines- don't share. If you have poppers and use them, keep them to yourself. If the other guy asks for them, you might never see the bottle again, esp if the guy shoots after huffing them. Or the guy will suck the bottle so hard the shine will be off the bottle when he hands the now empty and useless bottle back just as he heads out the booth.

Weeble spent hours reconfiguring his makeshift ghillie. Every ten seconds he darted his head around looking for movement in the woods around him, paying special attention to his blind spots and doing his best to memorize features on the forest floor. If they looked even slightly different from what he remembered he got ready to run. He took a deep breath, knowing he was a paranoid wreck, but also realizing he had to be. He also decided he couldn’t stay in one spot too long so he changed location frequently and chose positions that provided more cover and clear lines of sight. And maybe he was too paranoid, but if he felt or heard anything…ANYTHING unusual he scrambled away to find another hideout. Whisperman could be anywhere, but after thinking about the last two times he decided the psycho enjoyed being able to sneak up on him and remain hidden, unrecognized and anonymous. Would Whisperman still come at him if he knew Weeble could see him? So far, he hadn’t, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. Weeble planned escape routes in every direction just in case. He memorized his paths, and had created a picture in his mind of everywhere he’d been as well as the general locations of the groups he’d come across. Everything was relative to the position of the compound, which was a fixed location against which he could create an overall map in his head of the woods. Ravines, ridges, fallen trees, clearings, creek beds, odd groups of trees or unusual growth. So far he’d identified almost all the Bravos in their groups on his runs. None had seen him. But he hadn’t stuck around to spy beyond a general grasp of what they were being taught. He’d seen no sign of Assmunch in any of the groups. After a pass by the clearing where they’d camped last night he noticed their gear was gone and the clearing was empty. He’d hoped to snag a few items from someone’s kit. He’d have to improvise. Currently he was watching Bootlicker and his escort, who were alone, laying on the ground from a distance watching Chunk, Olympic, Sleeper and Holler discussing a plan to infiltrate the compound. Weeble had his back to the groups, choosing to use his ears while keeping his eyes on the approach from the other direction. While Whisperman could probably escape detection and pass by the groups he’d have to swing wide. Weeble grinned. Whisperman didn’t want to get caught either. The groups he was watching were useful approach restrictions. “The moon’s dark tonight,” he heard Olympic say in a low voice. “That helps on approach, but there’s bound to be lights on the buildings of the compound. We’ll definitely be seen if there’s a watch.” “Assume you’ll be seen.” The soldier with them offered. In a slightly louder voice. “You should always assume you’ll be seen.” That seemed strange, the way he raised his voice. Already on edge, Weeble felt his internal alarm ring, the one that said ‘not normal’. He made a quick check of Bootlicker and his instructor. They hadn’t moved. Weeble’s time was up. He moved away in a slow, fluid low crouch until he made it around the small mound he’d chosen as his retreat. He glanced quickly behind him and cringed when he saw the disturbed ground he’d come across. He had to be better. Leaving paths and trails would get him caught. He froze when he felt a pressure against his groin. “Easy there puppy. You don’t want to lose those.” The Whisper came from below. He started to look down. “Uh-uh… no fair looking now, too late for that.” Whisperman said, then Weeble felt a sharp pain just above his knee and he swallowed the cry that tried to escape from his throat. The jab was just enough to draw blood. “Good. Nice and quiet, just how I like it.” Weeble’s mind raced. He dismissed the urge to attack. Without eyes on the knife that just jabbed him it would be impossible to avoid serious injury. Whisperman had to be in a prone position, likely on his back or his side. The same mound that covered Weeble’s retreat allowed Whisperman to hide in wait and Weeble wasn’t stupid, he knew Whisperman probably knew it was his best path of withdrawal and Weeble had walked right into him. And in spite of never taking his eyes off the woods that led up to the mound, Whisperman still found a way to get there. Weeble kicked himself. He’d chosen a retreat that provided the same cover that allowed an enemy to sneak up on him. The mental dissection of his mistake took a single second, in the next he executed a leap and dive. He needed distance. It would take Whisperman at least that long to get to his feet and before Weeble ran he might get a glimpse of the man he faced in this sick game. But if Whisperman was behind him, he had a clear shot to the compound a mile or so to the west and Weeble could make it there before him if he was quick and smart. As he rolled to his feet after his dive he darted his head back to look. A shiver went down his back when he saw nothing there, nothing on the ground, and he ran. He couldn’t afford a single moment of confusion as his legs pumped. He felt the blood from the wound above his knee soak into his trousers. Another cut. He’d have to get more pine sap which wasn’t fuckin easy to get from a pine tree in winter, but it was the only thing that would seal the wound with an antiseptic. It wasn’t the same kind of cut that Whisperman had given him on his ears. He wasn’t sure, he didn’t have a mirror to check, but each ear had a notch in it now on the outside edge. At least they weren’t bleedin anymore, but fuck that pine sap stung for an hour after he’d smeared it on his ears. But that had given him the best idea for camouflage he could come up with. Everything stuck to that sap. Yeah, he was a fuckin mess and looked like some woods monster, but he had leaves, pine needles, twigs and whatever else he could find plastered all over him. He could lay down on the ground and someone could be a foot away and not figure out he was laying there. He had to undress to do it properly by laying his BDU’s out to get complete coverage, but his adrenaline and fear kept him warm. Currently he was running full out in a straight line. He knew he was fast, too fast to catch easily. No more fuckin around, he’d chosen his position for a direct run to the compound deliberately for exactly this situation and while he’d hoped that he’d see the Whisperman coming first or avoid him entirely their encounter played into his backup plan perfectly. The only way he’d know where Whisperman was could only be if he let himself be found. He was so intent on his goal that he almost missed the large group camped ahead. He darted to cover behind a large oak and quickly looked around the area to see if Whisperman was there. Nothing. What the fuck? Who were these guys in his way? The compound was just sixty yards or so away, he could see a couple buildings in the distance. These weren’t the Bravos. He’d made another assumption that fucked him up. He thought the Bravos were the only group out here. He should have expected there were more compound soldiers, there were too many buildings for the small number that he’d counted with the Bravos. He controlled his breathing, pulling his arm up in front of his mouth so the steam coming from his breath wouldn’t make a visible cloud that appeared from behind the tree. Always assume you’ll be seen. Another lesson. Whisperman was somewhere nearby, he knew his was. Weeble had to pick a better position. This one would allow Whisperman to escape notice by the group if he decided to attack Weeble. He had to find someplace far too open to let Whisperman get to him without being caught. He took his time scouting, always with an eye on the woods. There was a perfect position about fifteen yards from the group encamped, a deadfall where an old rotten tree had broken off about three feet from the ground and lay across another tree it took with it when it fell. A lot of spindly empty branches as well as the two thick heavy trunks made a perfect hiding place underneath, as well as provide limited attack approaches that Whisperman could use, if the psycho could find him. But fuck, the trap of the last mound sprung into his mind. If Whisperman had somehow gotten ahead of him it was exactly the sort of place Weeble would choose, and exactly where Whisperman would wait for him. FUCK FUCK FUCK. He knew he should go around, circle back and come at the compound another way to avoid the group entirely. It was decision time. What was his goal? He had many. Safety, sure, but was that first? He wanted to learn, he didn’t want to fall behind his brothers. If he chose safety he wouldn’t learn anything. Fuck. Safety was the coward’s way. That was the old Weeble. So far, he’d escaped from Whisperman every time. And part of him had to assume… that fuckin word again… that he only got away because Whisperman wanted him to, or let him go. Did he need to know why? Could he assume Whisperman had another goal? Even if he could believe that Whisperman told him the truth, that he loved playing this cat and mouse game, Weeble had to figure he wasn’t good enough at it to actually give the sicko any real fun. It could be that Weeble was just an entertaining diversion from the real goal. And just behind the desire for survival, he had to admit he wanted to know what all this was about. Who were their hosts? Why were they here? Who was Whisperman and why was HE here, sneaking around? If there was something else going on, he had to warn the Bravos. While he doubted Major Collins would get them involved in anything bad, maybe the Major didn’t know what was actually going on here. He didn’t even know how the Major had the authority to take them anywhere, which was not normal in itself. That tipped the balance for him, and actually made the decision easy. The Bravos needed to know what they were involved in. No one told them anything, and whatever this was didn’t fit anything official or above board. Secret compound in the woods? A group of soldiers who didn’t wear uniforms, who certainly didn’t maintain military grooming discipline with their sloppy clothes, hair that touched their ears and collars, and facial hair? Even the weapons Weeble saw weren’t military issue and instead seemed like personal weapons that had been modified in a way the military would never allow. The explanation given by the guy instructing Shark’s group seemed too basic and easy. ‘Don’t need to know’, ‘just follow orders’… In a military setting, under a command, absolutely. But whatever this was… that didn’t fly. So, the deadfall position was his play. He couldn’t turn himself over to whoever was left in the compound, he’d never get any real intel that way. He had to let Whisperman play his game and trust it wouldn’t get too out of hand. So far, his wounds weren’t life threatening or debilitating, just inconvenient and painful. He could take inconvenience and pain. Hell, that was what infantry was all about anyway. He felt better, having made a decision. He crawled his way over to the fallen tree. When he was a few feet away, he quietly spoke. “I know you’re here, if I see the fuckin knife I bolt and take my chances with that camp. You fuckin psycho.” He wasn’t sure and he might be talking to empty air, but it was worth a shot. He got nothing in return and scooted in, looking for any unusual mounds or shapes, crawling very slowly keeping an escape just in case. The ground moved and he rolled instantly, avoiding a boot to the face by a hair, his reflexes saving him. “Better.” The whisper came. “I didn’t use the knife. You can still run.” Weeble stayed, crouched just out of reach. “No. I need answers.” He replied in another whisper. “First smart thing I’ve heard out of your mouth, kid.” Whisperman answered. “Crawl in. We need to talk.” Weeble’s heart was pounding but he committed. He still moved slowly. He hadn’t had time to scout any perimeter guards and they could be anywhere. “Snuggle in close.” The ground beneath the tree trunk moved upwards, some kind of debris covered tarp, and Weeble rolled under the edge of a flap. This position had been prepared, it was a hollow depression. Weeble felt good that he’d chosen a position that even Whisperman found suitable, but the preparation as a scouting location which was meant for a longer stay told him Whisperman had used this before. “Get close, we’re going to get to know each other.” Whisperman said, pulling Weeble’s smaller body into him tight. He felt Whisperman’s leg slide over him as well as his arm until they were spooned and Weeble knew he was stuck now. There would be no easy escape. There was barely enough room for a single grown man and now, with Weeble in there they were literally twisted up together. Whisperman’s mouth was on his neck. At least he was warm. The man smelled of sweat and earth. “You’ve earned one question.” Weeble thought about it. What was most important? “Who are the guys in the compound?” He decided. He needed to know what the Bravos were involved in. “It’s complicated.” Whisperman breathed. “They’re a militia group we’ve had our eyes on for over a year. They are not the good guys.” Weeble felt sick. What had Major Collins done? “Your turn. Who are you?” Whisperman asked. “We’re just regular Army, we don’t know why they sent us here.” He answered honestly. Whisperman was silent for a few moments. “You’re all still active duty?” “Yeah, just got done with Jump School at Benning.” “So you aren’t civilian recruits they’re training to join them? Not recently separated or discharged?” Weeble shook his head just a little. “No.” “Is this a mission? You here to get intel on this group?” Whisperman asked. “I couldn’t tell you if we were.” Weeble answered. “But no, we wasn’t told nothin, just put on a couple transports and dropped off here.” Whisperman held still for a full minute, his warm breath flowing over Weeble’s neck. Weeble shoved down the automatic desire that bubbled up inside him. They were pressed together, the man’s limbs covering him, his breath caressing his ear and neck while his lips were pressed firmly against him. Weeble was breathing in the heady scent of the man’s musky odor and he couldn’t help the answering sexual arousal it elicited. There was something incredibly intimate about this. Part of it was that he’d deliberately submitted himself to this man. He was vulnerable, and Whisperman was in complete control. It had become habit for those factors to bring out his sexual desire. Fuckin hell, as Assmunch would say. This was no time for that, and Whisperman was NOT otherwise desireable or attractive for fuck’s sake. But Weeble knew after the terrifying sequence of evasive action of the past six or seven hours a nice hard fuck, even by this psycho, would go a long way towards settling his head. The sick bastard would probably want to use his knife in some way but as long as it didn’t go further than what Whisperman had already done, he knew he’d let him. What the hell was wrong with him? “Is that group over there with you?” Whisperman finally asked. “No, all the Bravos are out there in the smaller groups you saw. I don’t know who these guys are and I didn’t get a good look. Too busy watching for your fuckin knife.” Weeble answered. Very little light filtered into their hiding place. Whisperman seemed like he was way taller than Weeble, so maybe six feel tall, or more. He wasn’t that big in size, but his body felt hard pressing against Weeble, definitely active and worked out, with muscles primed for action and not for show. Probably a lot like Assmunch, definitely not like Sleeper or Chunk. “They are teaching you skills.” Whisperman observed, almost like he was talking to himself. “I need someone who knows more. Which one of your group would have answers?” “Assmunch might know. Or…wait. That last guy, the one who was alone with one of the compound guys, spying on the other group at the last spot? Bootlicker, he always knows shit.” “You get all that Hammer?” Whisperman said. “Solo three might have more intel.” Weeble tensed slightly, and Whisperman responded by holding him tighter. “You’re not alone, not the only one.” Weeble breathed out. That answered so many questions, how he could never seem to shake Whisperman, or hide well enough, how he always seemed to be everywhere Weeble thought he couldn’t be. How Whisperman made it to this position ahead of Weeble and still found time to hide himself like this. “Bingo. I figured you weren’t as stupid as Hammer said you were. He didn’t cut you up too bad did he?” Weeble sighed. A weight he’d felt since this all started left him. “No, not too bad. Got my ears, my neck, and my knee.” “Sorry about that kid.” And it even sounded genuine. “What now?” Weeble asked, relaxed and calm again after what had been a harrowing day. “Get some sleep. I’ll wake you when we move.” He didn’t have to tell Weeble twice. Now that he knew he was safe from Whisperman, the 36 hours without sleep caught up to him. ************** He didn’t know how long it had been but when he woke up it was after sunset. Their little hole was dark, and his captor was breathing softly against his neck, still. “Awake?” His captor whispered. “Yeah.” Weeble answered. “Hungry?” “Starving.” His captor moved. A few seconds later Weeble felt something against his cheek. “Nutrition bar.” Weeble took it, tore it open with his teeth and started chewing. “Gimme a bite.” His captor said, so Weeble held it back over his shoulder close to where he knew his mouth was. He felt the bar move in his hands. “Eat the rest. Thanks.” His captor said around the mouthful. “This isn’t so bad.” Weeble said, around his own mouthful. Nutrition bars were always so chewy, hard to break up. “Beats runnin all over the woods tryin to get away from a psycho with a knife.” His captor chuckled. “You did pretty good though.” He answered. “You should have heard Hammer cuss when you got him shot at.” “He did that his own stupid self. Hey, you don’t think he’ll do somethin bad to Bootlicker, do you?” Weeble asked. His captor shrugged. “He won’t kill him, but depending on how cooperative he is…”. The remainder of that sentence hung in the air like a weight. “That’s my fault.” Weeble breathed, as he carefully folded the now empty wrapper and tucked it in a pocket. . His captor’s arms tightened around him. “How old are you kid?” “I’m just twenty.” Weeble said weakly. “It’s a hard lesson. But if your Bootlicker is anything like you, he’ll figure out a way to avoid the worst of it. You have to trust your brother.” Weeble realized he was right. Bootlicker could take care of himself. There were stakes here so far beyond them, stakes they hadn’t asked for. They’d been thrown into a situation beyond their control and they were helpless pawns at this point. “So tell me about you, kid. You mentioned someone named Assmunch, and Bootlicker. Nicknames. What’s yours?” Weeble gave a small laugh. “Oh, we’re friends now? Sharin nicknames?” His captor laughed, but not loudly. “Sure, why not? Call me Mole. It’s not what my brothers call me, but it’s my designation for this op. You already heard Hammer.” “Hammer, I was callin him Whisperman in my head. His whisper is creepy as hell.” Weeble answered. “Yeah, Hammer has…. Issues.” Mole said. “I’m Weeble, but my name’s Victor.” Mole breathed out into his neck. “Weeble huh?” Mole’s lips felt good when he spoke against Weeble’s skin. And now that he knew Mole wasn’t Whisperman, it sent a warm tingling rush through him. “Why Weeble?” “Maybe a little cause I’m small, but Assmunch says it’s because I don’t stay down and always get back up. I don’t quit.” When Mole squeezed this time, it felt more like a hug. “I can see that. You could have run back to the compound any time, or even went to one of the groups. You didn’t do either. Why are you out on your own? Why aren’t you with one of the groups, with your brothers?” Weeble shrugged. “I’m not sure. No one picked me.” Mole didn’t say anything right away. “And you didn’t think to speak up?” “Thought about it, sure. But for what? To beg them to include me?” Weeble paused. “Nah, I’m done with other people tellin me whether I’m good enough or not. I can learn just as good listenin in, don’t need no permission.” “Well that explains the reason for Weeble.” Mole said with finality. “So Weeble, you want to help me out? I’m going to need you to do a few things for me.” Weeble took a breath. “If you teach me, I’ll do anything you want.” He said. Only after the words came out did he realize what that sounded like. Mole chuckled. “Hold that thought.” And he moved his hand up behind Weeble’s head. “Mole going dark.” He said, then returned his arm to encircle Weeble’s chest. “The mic’s off now. You should be careful with your words, they could be misinterpreted.” Mole continued. Weeble didn’t answer, and he felt his heart speed up. “Did I misinterpret, Victor?” Mole asked in a more gentle voice. “No sir.” Weeble said softly. “Well you’re a surprise. Have you done this before? Field tail?” Mole asked. “No, not like this.” Weeble answered. “But not your first time. That’s good, no lines crossed then. Been a while since I had any field tail. How do you want it? You want front or back?” That threw Weeble. He had a choice? Mole would let him fuck him? And the way he asked so casually, like it was no big deal. And not a lot of talking or figuring things out. Was that normal? Mole made it seem normal. He just went right ahead and asked. “Front, already here, easier.” Weeble answered, trying to sound just as casual. Mole chuckled again. “I won’t lie, I was hoping you’d say that. Pull ‘em down.” He said, then his arm was gone and went down between their bodies to undo his own trousers. Again, right to it. Mole was surprisingly gentle, even a little loving, as he slowly pushed his spit covered hard cock between Weeble’s asscheeks. “You ain’t gotta go easy on me.” Weeble offered as the length slid into him gradual inch by thick inch. “Appreciate that, Weeble. It’s more a matter of the room we don’t have and keeping quiet and as still as possible.” Mole answered. “Fuck, nice hole, soldier.” He said as his thick, rigid length slid up inside Weeble’s tight hole. “Good tail.” Weeble merely groaned. He hadn’t gotten nearly enough of Hunter’s dick just a few days ago. Once they’d had their talk Weeble felt way more free getting what he wanted. And then, when Hunter left Monday to go back to Bragg, he told Weeble no one owned him and no one had the right to tell him what he could and couldn’t do. They’d figure out what they had and what kind of relationship was possible as they went. As Mole’s achingly slow, deep, full thrusts made his body tingle, he remembered Hunter’s words. “We’re going to be apart for who knows how long, bud. I know you better than you think I do just from what you told me and you’re going to want to have sex with some of the guys you meet. And when that happens you’ll get in over your head and feel guilty, and I don’t want that. I don’t want you feeling bad about yourself, ever. Not because of sex.” Weeble had tried to assure him. “No, Hunter. I like you. I wouldn’t want to.” Hunter had smiled at him. “I told you Victor, fucking is fun. We’re young, we’re men, it’s going to happen. What you and I have goes beyond just fucking. That part is okay to save for me. The rest? You get yourself whatever dick you need when you need it, bud. It helps keep that adorable smile on your face and I love that smile.” Hunter was right. He didn’t have no feelings for Mole, he just needed that dick to put his head back on straight. For some reason he felt more in control of himself when he let a guy fuck him. He had power over the guy fucking him and he knew what he was doing. Plus, it felt so good. Mole’s hand was pulling on his hip, keeping him moving with his thrusts, and his breath was coming faster against Weeble’s neck. “Fuck yeah, man.” He said. Weeble was stroking his own dick slowly with his sticky pine sap layered fist, keeping rhythm with Mole’s deep thrusts. Jesus, the man had a nice dick, stretching him out and filling him up. And so deep. He wished he could reach down and feel Mole’s nuts. They were probably as huge as his cock. A perfect big-man sized set. He imagined a thick hairy bush covering all of it. “I’m close.” Mole grunted. “Okay if I bust in you?” “Yeah, do it. I’m close too.” Weeble answered with his own grunt. “Fuck yeah. Oh fuck… shit… take my nut, kid. Fuck.” And the rest was just grunting while his cock seemed to stretch Weeble’s hole even more with uncontrolled and violent smaller punches. Feeling Mole lose control while he shot his seed inside him sent Weeble over the edge and he whimpered as he emptied his own balls into the hideout. Mole’s hand came off his hip and reached forward to wrap around Weeble’s now spent cock, giving it a few lazy strokes that made Weeble twitch. Mole chuckled. “Glad you got off too, kid, I was gonna finish you off. Fuck, that was nice. Nothing like some field tail. Gets your head back on straight.” He said. That made Weeble let out a small laugh. “I was thinkin the same thing. It just settles everythin down, don’t it? Is this normal?” Moles arm went back up to Weeble’s chest. “I needed that. I forgot you haven’t done this. I’m guessing if you haven’t, at least a couple of your brothers have. Field tail… ” He paused. “It’s not exactly normal, or usual, or all that frequent. On deployment, away from your wife or girlfriend, away from any regular pussy, you get tired of your hand, it’s an excellent way to clear your head. Some guys would rather die than touch another man’s dick, but most know there’s a time and place. Seems like there’s always at least one guy in the unit who’ll suck, maybe one brother you get particularly close to and it just happens. After that first time, there doesn’t seem to be a reason not to. And if word gets around the unit that one of the guys takes front…. Well most of the others are going to take him for a ride at least once. But, that’s only in specific, close knit units, it happens very rarely in the general ranks. Very rarely. It’s still illegal, and if you’re caught you risk an Article 12 added on. If it’s with a battle buddy. (Author’s note, Article 134 now covers sexual conduct. And Article 125 dealt with sexual assaults, and used to have a provision against consensual sodomy as well.) So don’t get caught. But more than all of that, sometimes… well sometimes you don’t know if there’s going to be a tomorrow. Do you want to go out without a little piece of joy to take with you?” Mole’s hips were still thrusting in small movements while he spoke. “If your brother let’s you fuck him, or you let him fuck you, that’s the bond that’s unbreakable.” Weeble suddenly understood Wanker in a much deeper way than he had before. He said he was straight, and there was no reason not to believe him, he talked about girls all the time. And he didn’t go around begging for the Bravo’s dicks, or acting like he cared about it all, in fact he never mentioned it. Weeble had a hard time understanding how Wanker could let Puta, Footlong and Shark fuck him, then suck off Troll and more than a few of the others without it being any big deal. But Mole’s explanation put it all into a new perspective for him. “You take front too?” Weeble asked with hesitation, loving the way Mole just took for granted Weeble’s hole was his for the duration and he hadn’t stopped sliding in and out. He’d never had a conversation while the guy had his dick in his ass. Before Hunter Wicomb, it was quick, quiet, and with a single purpose. And even Hunter pulled out and lay down before they talked. Another chuckle. “That surprise you? Once you get past the whole getting off with another guy thing, it’s just another hole.” “Yeah, I thought… I dunno…”. Weeble thought about Wanker and that last week in Germany. It made sense. Mole sighed. “You can’t think of it like it’s some defining aspect of your character, or how much of a man you are. That’s not what it’s about. For me, I’m helping a brother out or sometimes… if I’m in a dark place taking a brutal pounding from someone I trust makes the worst of the voices and thoughts go silent. I put myself in my brother’s hands, and that makes a lot of it alright. My brother is a safe place.” Weeble wondered what he meant by the ‘dark place’, but he understood the ‘safe place’ part of that. Being under a bigger guy was one of the only ‘safe places’ Weeble knew. That was when he knew he wouldn’t be hurt, insulted, or made to feel small. “You need to go again?” Weeble asked after thinking about it for a minute, noticing that Mole’s dick hadn’t gone soft and he was still moving his hips. “I could. You don’t mind?” Mole asked. “Nah, go ahead. Bust out another one.” Weeble answered. “I’ll make it quick. Damn, it would be nice to have you on the team. There’s something about you, Victor…” Mole said as he picked up the pace again. “Well it’s gonna take a little time to teach me. You can get it when you want it.” Weeble said. “Sweet.” And then there were no more words necessary as Mole focused on pumping into Weeble’s ass for the next few minutes. “Awww shit, yeah…here it comes.” Mole breathed just before he spasmed into Weeble, and Weeble loved feeling Mole’s hot breath on his neck. Once again, he slowed but didn’t pull out and just lay still with his cock inside. “Damn. So good. Thanks for taking my load, kid. You did me a solid, man. Can’t call you brother, but know I would if you were one of us.” He said against Weeble’s neck. “I have to go live again, can’t stay dark.” Weeble understood and gave a small nod knowing Mole could feel the movement more than see the motion. Mole’s hand moved up behind Weeble’s head again for a brief second. “Mole is live.” The man said, then paused for a minute before saying “Copy.” He patted Weeble on the chest, then moved his hand to Weeble’s hip to push against it, withdrawing his dick which seemed to take forever to snake its way out of Weeble’s wet hole. How big was that thing? This was definitely Weeble’s number three on his list of getting fucked. Hunter was first, of course. Then Brody, his big fantasy high school football player, even though Brody didn’t actually LIKE Weeble that way, he was still nice and was gentle when he fucked him. And now Mole. If he knew what Mole actually looked like, he might move to number two. He was really nice, gentle, kind, even asked permission. Then after he wasn’t embarrassed or awkward, just treated Weeble like he did before. Maybe number two was a tie, for now. Weeble pulled his trousers and underwear back up and redid his belt. “We have a mission, kid. You in?” Mole asked, back to business after getting himself sorted. “Yeah.” Weeble answered. “Good. We haven’t been able to recon the compound and you have a way in. We need to know what’s in those buildings. Can you get us that intel? Can you get back out?” “I can do it.” Weeble answered. It felt real good how Mole was acting all normal after what they just did, and still treated him like he was capable and competent. “I don’t want you to take any chances. These guys don’t fuck around. If you get caught somewhere you don’t belong it won’t matter who you are and they will make you disappear.” Mole explained. “And we can’t help you. There won’t be a rescue. They can’t know we are here. Do you understand, Victor?” “Yeah, I understand.” It was a risk, but he wanted to do something. “They’re ignoring me, prolly won’t even care if I walk in.” He explained. “That’s why I asked, they’ve cut you loose. And look, it’s not critical, don’t think you have to take any risks. Get whatever info you can and get out.” “Yes, sir.” Weeble answered. ********************* Ulster McGregor watched Weeble scutter off into the woods, with a grin. ‘Good kid’ he thought. Definitely a surprise. The sex wasn’t planned, just a bonus. The kid seemed willing enough, and it wasn’t like him to pass some junior meat by when it was ready and willing. He hadn’t lied to the kid, you grabbed your opportunities when you could. Hell, Weeble actually reminded him a little of his own son, graduated now and off to Michigan State. He was small, like his wife, like Weeble. Good kid, but he was almost certain Jacob was gay. He still hadn’t come out to them though. In his own time, Ulster would let him choose and not force it, Heather made that clear. He didn’t care either way, although he might try to convince him to take a ride on the other side long enough to give him a grandchild. But, the test tube baby thing was always an option, now that the science was determined and safe. His son Jacob was all blustering jock and spent far too much time dating girls without sealing the deal. According to Jacob, he was still a virgin. Only one reason for that, when Ulster knew girls were literally throwing themselves at Jacob, stupidly desperate in that horrible teenage girl way when they had a date with a hot, sexy guy like Jacob. He could sense their painful hopes when Jacob introduced them, how they gushed at his son, their adorable schoolgirl giggles at Jacob just saying something normal. And he could see Jacob’s complete obliviousness to their attentions. He wasn’t being prejudiced, Jacob was a fox, in the vernacular of the kids these days. He had all Ulster’s lean muscular frame, but tight and compact because of his mother’s 5’7” height and far more filled out than his own taller bones, Jacob’s dark brown hair grown long in the grunge style, matching his idols in the music scene. Jacob was beautifully muscled, rounded, thick, and his dark hair and eyes with full lips gave him a smoldering look. When he scowled, he didn’t look angry, he looked sexually heated. It was unnerving. At times it took him by surprise how much he wanted to lay a kiss on his own son. When his wife and daughter were out on a girl’s day, they had a boy’s day walking around in nothing, or at most underwear. But Ulster made it a point to go naked as much as possible. That was the other clue, Jacob tried to hide it, but Ulster knew he stared at him. Little bit of a dad crush there and he’d be lying if that didn’t make him feel good. Still, Ulster wouldn’t behave different with his own son, make him feel bad for who he was, or hide his body just because his son liked to look. He wasn’t going to make his son ashamed of feeling what made him happy. And Jake had to understand that his dad didn’t care if he looked. Hell, Ulster didn’t care if Jake jerked off thinking about him. He’d rather that than his son fantasizing about some drug addled loser. Jacob didn’t know what happened when his father was deployed, or on a mission. If the day came Jacob wanted to come out to him, he’d let him know he understood, and he’d had experiences too, maybe not the details, but of course that would all be determined by the number of beers they’d had. If he felt comfortable enough he’d confide in his son that he’d had his own experiences with cock and ass. What he worried about the most, was the type of guy Jacob would eventually bring home. He wanted a solid, standup guy, with a good job and someone who would treat his son with love, with a strong moral compass and sense of duty. Of course, a military man was his first choice. But he’d let Jake choose, and deal with whoever he decided to love. It was why after Jake graduated and before he went to college, Ulster behaved like an idiot. If he came across military guys that he knew swung that way, or both ways, he made sure he invited them home for a couple beers, and made sure Jake hung out with them. He’d whisper to his wife in the kitchen, and she’d take their daughter to the bedroom to watch tv while the ‘guys’ hung out. Oh, he knew the guys probably thought he was after them, and that’s why they’d agreed. And they were always older than Jake, of course. But he thought it was his fatherly duty to get something going for his son. Yet, nothing happened. Still, it wasn’t until Jake left for college that Heather sat him down and explained where he went wrong. The guys he were bringing home wanted him, not some 18 year old kid, that’s why they agreed to come have a beer with him. He felt like an idiot. It also made him think he should have started things going, that maybe he could have been the one to bridge the gap. When Jake was still a junior in high school, his wife and he had talked about it. First - to come up with a game plan when they both recognized what they were seeing, then to plan their reaction when it all finally came out and Jake decided to tell them. He’d felt slightly insulted at first that Heather had tried to caution him about how he should react. “Hon, you think I’m going to be mad if he’s gay?” He’d said in confusion. “U (he loved it when she called him ‘U’), you know how you are, all He-man tough guy combat dude. That’s probably why he hasn’t told us yet. You’re scary, U.” “Babe, c’mon. I’m a fuckin puppy dog. You have my balls in your purse for fuck’s sake. I’m not that tough.” He’d argued. She patted his cheek. “He doesn’t know that, U. You’re his hero. He doesn’t want to disappoint you. He doesn’t want you to love him any less.” “I love my son! I don’t care who he is!” Admittedly, he felt a slight panic when he thought his son might be afraid of him. He didn’t want that. For him, Jake was that toddler reaching out to him, that five year old showing him a rock, that 10 year old who just made a base hit. He was everything he was trying to protect. “Then, show him more love than you would ordinarily. Show him it’s okay to be himself. You don’t have to be the tough guy, sports hero, macho big dick guy. Hell, touch the boy once in a while, hug him, sit closer than a foot away from him. He’s still a little boy inside, and he loves his father. It’s okay to kiss him. God U, he’s hurting for it.” God, Heather was so amazing. She was saying take a softer approach. Honestly, he thought the way to raise a son was to teach him by example of how to be tough, fight through, shake off life’s stupid accidents, and all the unspoken dude rules that made men act the way they do, with bro-hugs, short handshakes, respectable distance, never letting a discussion get past a certain emotional level. He hadn’t had the first clue about having a gay son, but if Jacob was gay he would damn sure know his dad wasn’t going to stop being the dad he loved, and who loved him, no matter what. Jake had to understand his dad was his number one bro, no matter what. Before that talk, he let Jacob be his teenager self and withdraw to his room, mutter something unintelligible when he walked through the door after school heading straight to his room until dinner, his Walkman earphones on his ears, his sweatshirt hood over his head. After the talk, Heather would give him a direct look. So he’d walk up the stairs and knock on Jacob’s door. “It’s unlocked.” Jacob would say. It would be easy to hear a resentful, sullen tone in the words, but Ulster took Heather’s words to heart. “Just me, Jake.” “Come in, Dad.” Jake’s tone always improved when it was him. Maybe Heather was right, maybe Jake was scared of him. Had he been that kind of dad? “Hey Jake, how’s school?” He asked, feeling a little awkward. “Fine.” Jake was standing on the other side of his twin bed, hands in pockets. His room was spotless and the bed was made, as expected in a military house, with a kid who knew the drill. He’d taken off his headphones, probably to pull his sweatshirt off that was now laying on the bed. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt that was two sizes too small and hugged his newly developed muscles, BELTON COUGARS printed across it. As a junior in high school he wasn’t big, but what Ulster saw was an excellent foundation. He could see the shoulders widening, the chest deepening. His ass and legs were already thicker than a normal teenager’s, which spoke to his his football training. “Practice went well?” “Yeah, coach says I can be varsity next year if I keep going. He says I have the muscle. I have the plays and the position down.” Jake was looking at his bed. Wasn’t looking at him at all. He didn’t know how to do this shit. He knew what his son needed, and Heather confirmed it, but no one had any advice on how to bridge the awkward gap. He threw away all caution. “I’m proud of you, Jake.” Was all he said. Jake darted a quick look at him, then looked down again. “I mean it son. You make me proud. You’re growing into a good man, I can see it. I can see your effort.” He saw his son’s chest heave. “I try hard, dad.” He said, softly. “I know, Jake. I know.” Ulster said, walking across the bedroom. “Jake, you don’t have to be like me, okay?” He said, facing his son from less than a foot away. “Whoever you are, that’s who I want you to be, okay?” “Okay.” Jake said, and his voice sounded so small. So painfully full of doubt. “Son. Look at me.” He said, putting a hand on Jake’s shoulder. Jake looked up into his eyes, and the tears he saw pooling there almost broke his heart. His sweet boy. “I love you Jake, and nothing will ever destroy that. Nothing.” he tried to put more meaning into the words, but he didn’t know if Jake understood. “I love you too, Dad.” He looked up again. “I just want to make you proud of me.” The part of his heart that hadn’t broken before, cracked at those words. He knew what it meant, what it might mean. He grabbed Jacob, probably harder than he should have, but this boy meant the world to him, and the slightest thought that he was in doubt of his father’s love and devotion almost unmannned him. He pulled him close, all the way, a full body embrace. He didn’t shorten it, didn’t let it go, just held it there, his son’s face in his chest, their arms wrapped around each other, for the most intense, emotional, and soul-reaffirming time he’d ever felt. He wished… he pushed out with his soul, hoping that feeling enveloped his beautiful son, needing him to feel the depth of his love, wanting him to know he would die for him in any situation. On instinct, he lifted up, and he felt Jake pull his legs up and wrap around him, just like when he was a child. Jake was high enough now to crest his shoulder, and his son nestled his face into his neck, and it took him back to when Jake was so much younger. He was still his little man. His pride and joy. He needed this as much… maybe more than Jake. It restored him to his certainty that everything he endured was for these three people - his wife, his son, his daughter. His deployments, the incoming he took, the time away, the orders he had to follow that he didn’t like… all for them. All for this kid in his arms. “I love you Jake.” He whispered. “If you ever need this… this right here… I’m here. Always son.” The tears were falling from his eyes as he felt the deepness of his son’s hug, the desperate need for his love, and he tried to push every ounce that was in his heart out for his son to feel. ************************ It felt anticlimactic, just walking into the compound after being confronted briefly by one of the men. He made sure to circle around well away from Mole’s position before approaching, keeping down and moving from cover to cover. “What are you doing here?” The guy asked, leaning against the first building, one foot up and smoking a cigarette. “I’m hungry.” Weeble replied. It was the truth, and he’d decided on that for the reason he came to the compound. “Oh, you’re that little one. Where ya been, runt?” If the man meant to irritate Weeble, he was a few years too late with that insult. “Runnin around the woods where you left me.” He answered. Sure, it had attitude, but NOPE, they weren’t his superiors. “Just here to get some food, I’ll be back outta your hair real quick like.” “You look like you rolled around in shit and then fell down a mountain. What the hell have you been doing?” The man field stripped his cigarette butt after taking a final puff, tearing it apart, then kicked his heel in the dirt and threw the shredded pieces in the shallow hole before kicking the displaced dirt back over it and stomping down. “Come on, I’ll take you to get some food. You’re lucky, there’s probably still some hot food left. Nancy usually leaves it for the late comers.” The man explained, moving off toward one of the buildings. “You can shower and get out of that when you’re done. Your gear and kit is stored.” Weeble was creating a picture in his head, memorizing the layout. All the buildings were in the same brown and grey, cement block construction, most just a single story. He recognized a star pattern, with a three story building at the center. It had windows on all four sides. Lookout, or command center, he thought. He let his guide take him further in.

I think I’ll retire to Tampa now and move into an arcade booth with a gloryhole. 😂

My rationale was that, if I was playing with people I knew who were consistently undetectable, I did not need to be on PrEP. This remains a strong rationale. What happened is that there was a certain amount of creep, with my beginning to actively seek out first other undetectable guys and then PrEPsters. The rationale held, but the circle of trust had broadened. The big thing began when I had begun to take loads from negative tops, not undetectable or PrEPsters but people who presented themselves as negative. I did this rarely, at first, with select individuals. In 2021, I stepped things up on that regard, going bare with a regular fwb who was negative. The thing that pushed me onto PrEP was an experience I had at a local bathhouse. I met one long-standing fwb who was playing with another PrEP user, this guy giving me his load. This turned me on a lot, and I found myself connecting with another guy I met just then, letting him into bare when he said he was on PrEP. I met a third guy in the maze, who said he was not on PrEP but was negative; I surrendered to the moment and took note of what I did after he pulled out and I felt his load leaking. I was not chasing; I did not want to get HIV. On closer consideration, I think I was starting to get off on not so much the risk as my confidence in my ability to navigate complex scenarios, to keep track of people and things and acts. With my selection of a random guy to load me, I was no longer doing that. After that last guy, I stopped sex entirely, having only a bit of sex with my then-partner when he got back on PrEP after the lockdowns. (There was not much sex; we were drifting apart.) I went in for my tests February of last year,.of course. When all came out clear, I went on to get on PrEP as quickly as I could.

Part 3 Dad wasn’t home when I arrived, but one of the bikers from the night before was. He was laying down on the couch watching a kickboxing tournament, and a hand in his pants fondling his junk and a beer in the other, Since I had to get up early next morning, I resigned myself to sleep in Dad’s bed. Around 2 am, I felt movement as the guy tried to cuddle me. - Fuck you, I’m not gay. I said half-awakened, grabbing a pillow and moving back to my couch. I woke up at 5 and decided for a quick shower. Dad was still not there. The bathroom is in line with the bedroom and since it doesn’t have a door (I think dad sold it for weed at some point) so there was no way for me to take care of my morning wood. The warm water felt amazing. Pulling back the thin curtain, I found the guy sitting on the bed, facing me and jerking off rapidly. I grab a towel to cover myself. - Get a life, man. With a final grunt, the guy climaxes and just rolled on the bed showing his back. Large letters can be seen above his ass: “Cum Dump”, and above it a larger biohazard tattoo. I might not be gay, but living with my dad was much more instructive than any sexual education class, so I knew what the tattoos meant. I just hoped that Dad was taking his precautions. *** Leo didn’t say much about today’s job as I loaded the material in the van. - Hope you didn’t make any plan for tonight, boy, because I don’t expect we will be back before the wee hours of tomorrow. He didn’t say anything more about the job, but I suspected it wouldn’t be a corporate profile photoshoot. The drive wasn’t long, and we arrived at a deserted industrial area. Leo drove to the back of a condo-like warehouse and honk twice. The garage door opened, and Leo pulled back the van. The day was about to begin. Inside, there were 3 or 4 décor sets mimicking bedrooms. The last one was darker and look like a medieval dungeon. - I guess we are shooting porn today I tall lanky guy flanked by a really nice ginger bimbo greeted Leo. As they discussed logistics, I was day-dreaming about how she might look naked. My dick confined in my jeans was chubbing seriously. She was on her phone and completely ignoring us. It took us most of the morning to install everything. The first shoot was a lesbian session. Leo asked me to film from a certain angle. It was silly of me to be concerned about getting hard. It was hot for sure, but at the end disappointing. It was nothing like porn on the internet. The action was always interrupted. The girls would go at it for few minutes than stop to reposition, make-up, hair combing, etc. So, no erection. They weren’t even making a lot of sounds as most of it would be done at the post-production. The second session was a straight porno. It was hotter and had to adjust myself a few times. The Latino guy had an impressive dick. He pounded the girl with such force that she was emitting little high-pitched sounds similar to a poodle being strangled. - Take it, bitch The Latino gave few short and brutal thrusts, before pulling out. A flow of thick sperm was leaking from the angry red cunt lips. - Cut Then we did a series of shorter sessions, different actors, but mostly the same. Then we shot two hung guys screwing a small Asian girl almost non-stop in every way possible. That was hot. Then we stopped for quick bite around 3 pm. Leo had brought sandwiches and homemade iced tea for me, and water for him as he doesn’t like the tea flavor. I admit, the taste was horrible, but didn’t want to offend him and told Leo it was good. After all, he was nice enough to think about me. So, I got to drink the entire thermos as Leo kept filling my glass since “I like it so much”. A lot of the actors and actresses stopped by for a quick chat and thank us for our work. All of them knew Leo and made, what it seems, inside jokes with him. We started back with one of the hung guy with the same Asian girl. Then the second guy from the last session walked in and started making out with the other guy. - Aargh, bisexual gay porn! I don't hate gays. It's just not for me. And don't tell me I am not open-minded. After all, I do have a gay-slut as a father. Leo had put me next to the bed, under a series of spotlights. I had a full detailed view of a rimming battle between a pointy wet tongue and pinky dry tight hole. The result was imminent and obvious. Either the already long day was taking its toll on me or it was the heat emanating from the lights, but I felt warmer like when you start having a fever. We were at what I assumed the end of the session as the guys were breathing hard and jerking their cocks over the actress face, when a commotion can be heard at the back of warehouse. Leo motioned me to follow him and keep filming. Moving around didn't help, I felt few seconds of dizziness, and slightly warmer. Three guys came in with another guy in tow, hands tied up behind his back, a full-hood covering his head like a hostage on TV. They went directly to the dungeon set. The guy was stripped naked and once chained to the bed, the hood was removed. The hostage actor was gagged, tears on his face had not finished drying up, hair disheveled. He had terrified look and was mumbling through the gag. - Leo! Where is your assistant? The Latino guy from the first scene was shouting from an adjacent room. - He’s coming, replied Leo. Give me the camera and go help Caio. And wipe the drool at your mouth! I must have been drooling for while as my t-shirt showed a fairly large wet spot. In the room, Caio was standing and totally naked. - I need you to put my PA on my cock. I froze. He wanted me what? - I’ll call someone else to help you. - Nonsense. Get on your knees and put the jewelry on Cuntbuster. - Cuntbuster? - Yes, that’s my pet’s name. Caio started caressing his cock, almost stroking it. - Hurry up. We need to move. There is a virgin waiting for me on the set! Thanks to dad, I have seen my share of cocks in various shapes, sizes and stage of hardness and stayed away as I prefer pussies. I never been that close to a cock like this (even my own) and my hands were shaking. - First time? I simply nodded. - You will get use to it. Even with Cuntbuster, eventually. - No offense, but I don’t swing that side. - Every guy does. I am not sure what it meant by that, but I successfully slipped the PA in place. I was drooling again and wipe it to realize my fingers were all sticky with precum. Before I raised myself, the pair of hands grabbed my head and pushed it closer to the mighty Cuntbuster and its shiny PA with its impressive weight ball. dandling in front of me. - Since you are here, why don’t you fluff it a little. I will get hard faster when I got to fuck the little guy over there. - No way, I am not a cocksuc… The cock entered my mouth, tainting it with a foul salty taste, until it reach the back of my throat, triggering a natural gag reflex. - I wasn’t asking. Go on suck Cuntbuster a little. No one will know. I was trying to push him away and I was failing. His thighs were like steel and the strong grip on my head allowed him to slowly fuck my face. The constant movement accentuated the dizziness gave me retching. - No teeth or you will learn sooner why I gave it the name of Cuntbuster. I am not sure if the cock grew harder, but Cuntbuster was causing some damages as I can feel my tonsils hurting. - I know it’s not easy to please Cuntbuster, but I think he likes you. As Caio forced his cock in, he pulled it out the same way: him being in control. Like my mouth that was entirely painted with precum, only a small part of the cock (that was in my mouth) was covered with a thick coat of saliva. - It is very generous of you as it is the only lube the guy will get. I don’t know how long they were there, but two guys were observing the scene from the door frame. - Any good? One of the guys asked - Positively promising, responded a smiling Caio. As I passed the guys at the door, he told me in a mocking tone - If you suck cocks and you are getting paid for it, you know what it makes you, no? Yeah genius, I thought, it makes me a whore. Like the drooling idiot as I was, I followed Caio back to the set.

The rooms were pretty narrow, only fitting a single mattress and a small space for circulation with a metal locker. I was being moved around, to get me into position to satisfy whoever was in my room and put that blindfold on me. The think fabric mattress cover was shuffling at the same time, drenched in my sweat and the cum leaking out of me. Not usually sweating a lot, I had never smelled so strongly and getting my nose closer to my own armpits was driving me nuts. I was on my back, my hole exposed at the edge of the mattress, my legs wide open. I could feel hairy legs rubbing mine, a dick playing around my hole, and hans on my thighs keeping them open. It felt sloppy, maybe with precum, more likely with the loads coating my insides. “You’ve been partying, boy. You’re all fucked up, aren’t you?” I heard. The deep voice was resonating bizarrely in my head. “Yeah” was all I could manage to mumble. “What are you on?” I was asked. I could just say “MD”. “Good boy! You want more, don’t you?”. I should have said no at that moment but I was feeling too crazy to refuse. I could not even clearly articulate a yes, and just shook my head in approval, biting and licking my lips to show how much I needed more dick and cum. “Don’t move” as I heard his steps leaving the room. It could have 2 minutes or an hour, I couldn’t tell, when I heard “Open your mouth”. A pill was dropped on my tongue. “Drink” I was ordered as my head was being held up from the back. “There”. “Please, fuck me”. I wanted it so bad, my body was almost aching. “All in good time, boy” I heard as I felt a hand caressing my face.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VI: Mounting and Installing I woke up early that morning, my pierced poz cock decided it was time to get UP. Ordinarily, I’d hit the apps or BZ or twitter to see what messages from chaser guys have come through, but I know my pozzing tool has another appointment later today with Caleb’s not-so-virgin-anymore hole, so I settle for a quick run through the neighborhood to try to alleviate the urge for now. Along the way, I strip off my shirt as the morning L.A. temperature starts to rise, the top half of my biohazard tat prominently displayed, sticking up from my running shorts. For anyone in the know, it’s clear in it’s connotation. I run by a few other guys sporting bio-tats as well and we just smile and nod in an unspoken bond…I don’t know if they’re all toxic or on meds but we still share a great link…And with prolific pozzers like Keith and Eric around this area, it’s entirely possible some of the hot men I pass by are my brothers in poz, sharing our strain and not caring who knows it. As I’m walking back to my apartment, my phone buzzes…It’s Caleb. “Still can’t stop thinking about yesterday, Sir, and knowing I may already be poz,” “Oh, I think you are already for sure, but that’s what today is - the cherry on your poz conversion, baby boy.” “Can you come by at 12:00? My folks will be busy setting up for a pool party for me and my brother so we’ll have uninterrupted time to “install the TV. They don’t know I already did it in the middle of the night, it’s 90% set up already.” “I’ll be there in my tech support shirt, baby boy,” to guarantee you my strain and entrance to the brotherhood. Keep your hole prepared,” I text back as I enter my apartment building. As I approach my door, I see there’s a note taped to it. Pulling it down, and opening my door, I stop to read it: “I’m a neighbor of yours and I am craving what you have, I know you can give me what i need” plus a phone number and his twitter handle “@born2003boyneedspoz I text Keith a pic of the note “Wow, they’re hunting me down now!” Another contestant for conversion to an enhanced life! Wonder how they knew who I was.” “Maybe your Wi-Fi network name of “bighotpozzer” sent a red flag through the building?” Keith jokes back. Pays to advertise!” “But seeing his twitter name now, I know that kid, Randy” Keith writes back, “I fucked him, in fact, but he didn’t convert. I think he was on meds even though he said he wasn’t. I saw PrEP in his bathroom cabinet when I went there one day to breed his hole. He’s a hot boy and his hole is really sweet so it’s a good fuck but I don’t think he’s serious about getting pozzed.” “I’m willing to give him a try on your say-so, brother…A good fuck is still a good fuck. I’ll work on him a bit over twitter and maybe i can get him to lose the PrEP.” “Check with Eric on that kid, I think he fucked him as well thinking he was a serious chaser - but again the PrEP stopped the good result from getting through. Good luck,” Keith continued, “with today’s adventure. Poz up that boy good, brother!” “Keith, I don’t know how to explain it,” I texted back, “but I just *know* already that I got him pozzed into the brotherhood with last night’s fuck. I felt the same with Benny and all it took was the 1 poz session to convert him.” “Yep, sometimes you just know, my friend. Have fun anyway.” I quickly showered which sent my pozzing stick hard and rigid again but i held off, instead placing a thick metal cockring around it to show it off some more, throw on the boy’s B*** B** T-shirt, found an old “RANDY” name badge from my days selling mobile phones and made my way out in the traffic towards the kid Caleb’s house. I pulled up in front of the kid’s house to see a number of cars parked in the driveway and on the street in front…there were balloons on a stick tied to the mailbox indicating a party was in progress. I texted the kid “I’m here.” “Come around the right side and you’ll see me,” he fired back. And there he was poking out a side door, looking as cute and corruptible as yesterday, the scorpion T-shirt I gave him was a size too big and enveloped his gangly frame. A moment of pride swelled in me when I saw him and knew I had given him my HIV, and was about to do so again, bringing him fully into my poz coven and marking him for life as my progeny. “In here,” he motioned, and we went through the side door to the large finished basement where the TV and soundbar and sub-woofer was sitting, fresh and new with the packaging strewn about. “It’s all finished, just gotta connect the cables through the crawl space…in here,” he led me to a darkened room under the stairs. “Gotta do this quick, Sir, I can't stop thinking about it! please gift me again with your poz!” Closing the door behind him, narrow shafts of light from the larger room poked through the small wooden door, making it near pitch black in this little space. He turned on the flashlight on his phone and put it to one side…. In this harsh light, what I could see was that he had flung off his shorts and pulled up the scorpion shirt, exposing his sweet tasty pink hole. He handed me a toothbrush and said “brush me up with my own toothbrush, Sir, so tonight when I'm brushing my teeth, I'll know it was a part of my pozzing!” Through the din from upstairs, directly above where we are, the sounds of a party filter through. I hear a woman, maybe Caleb’s mother ask “Where is he” and “is it set up yet?” Little does she know her 20 year old son last night succumbed to my viral fuck and that my strain was already at work on her son’s young body. I am super horned up now hearing sounds of “normal life” upstairs, a few feet over us really, just a thin wall on top of this crawlspace separating Caleb’s home life up til now from his future as a member of the exclusive poz club, proudly sporting my infection and ready to propel the strain forward – the depravity of it throbs my cock in my jeans and I resume my task: I kneel down in the dark cramped space and inspect the hole and my handiwork from yesterday. It was pink and open for my tongue which found its way inside….The boy moaned softly and after a minute or two,I went from my tongue in his hole to the kid’s own toothbrush alongside it, his capillaries reacting with a new spurt of red to indicate his prime pozzing potential. I pulled down my jeans and let loose my pierced, cockring-ed poz monster which was streaming with precum already…what Eric and Keith say is true: The more poz sex you have, the more you want. I spit on my cock and with the light from the phone as my guide, sent it right up the kid’s pink hole, picking up traces of bloody red as it invades his boycunt and finally settling in, balls deep, my toxic precum already working on poisoning him like it did yesterday, setting the stage for the delivery of the next HIV load sure to follow. “I kept dreaming all night how your strain was already working on me, Sir,” the kid whispers…”I had to have more!” I’m pozfucking the kid now slowly but deeply, his hole reflexively opening up to accommodate the fat invader, and throwing some poztalk into his ear as he’s bent over taking my fuck. “Yeah, boy, you couldn’t wait to get more of my virus up your cunt, could you?” “Take that fuck, faggot, pozzing you up into the brotherhood.” “You gonna convert for me, son? My viral load precum is already changing you…No turning back now, brother!” “Be sure to spread my gift once your fuck flu hits, baby boy.” “Marking you as a poz pig for life, kid.” “It ain’t never gonna be the same, boy, destroying you for life, you’re on your way, my poz son!” Finally all this talk gets too much for me and my venom erupts deep up the boy’s hole, there’s about 10 or 11 pulsations of fresh virus for his receptive and scratched-up cavity, already my load is infiltrating into him, hot on the heels of last nights pozfuck and ensuring a new member of the brotherhood and my getting one step closer to the sacred “X” to accompany my bio-tat, marking me as the poz predator I have become. After squeezing the last drops of my HIV into him, I pull out and he collapses in a heap, the scorpion shirt drenched in sweat from the intensity of my pozfuck and the dank humid crawlspace in which I have made him my poz progeny. “You OK, son?” I inquire. “I’m better than ever,” he says, tears streaming down his face, “I almost blacked out for a moment there, it was so good you sending me over the line like that. I will always carry your strain, Sir, I will spread it around like it deserves to be spread.” Collecting himself a bit, he connects a couple of fat TV cables poking through the other side of the wall. “We should be all connected now,” He’s talking about the TV equipment, but I know we are also now connected in deeper, more natural ways as well. “Thank you for the tech support, Sir,” I know we’ll have a positive outcome! I’m gonna go change out of this drenched shirt and I’ll be right back. Looking down at my hot poz tool which hasn’t receded at all, he asks: “I gotta go tell my Mom to get her off my back...Maybe I can suck this when I get back?I’m dying to taste some poz cum. Be right back” He douses his phone’s light, opens the tiny door to the crawlspace and a shaft of light shines through illuminating him as he leaves and closes the door. I hear him walking up the stairs right above my head, and that woman talking to him: “Is it set up? Your Dad wants to watch old home movies from his phone on the new TV” “All set up, Mom, just sent the tech support guy away. Gonna go change my clothes now,” I got a little…dirty,” he replies, his footsteps above me receding in the distance. His Mom calls out to him “I don't like that shirt with that...”bug” on it...change into something respectable for your grandma” I’m there alone for a few minutes, happy with myself, my pozzing tool still as ready as ever, when I hear more footsteps above, and the tiny door opens up again. I’m momentarily blinded by the light streaming in. The young kid moves quickly over to me, kneels down and swallows my cummy poz cock with one motion. He’s working on it like crazy when he turns around, lowers his shorts and backs himself up on my cock in one swoop. “Oh, I thought you wanted to taste the cum this time, boy, but you just can’t get enough, baby boy?” I purr, getting into the flow of fucking up into his hole again. It feels somehow a bit tighter than just a little while ago. “Yeah, my son, you want another fresh load of my gift? You're addicted to my toxic cock, you fucking slut faggot,” take that cock up your hole, boy.” “Yes, Daddy, fuck me please with it, breed my hole,” was his only whispered reply. In the shadowy light of this small space, I see his own cock helicoptering back and forth as he grips both walls to absorb my pounding, a long stream of precum dribbling down and shining in the few streams of light in this hidden space. That is new for me, I hadn't even paid notice to Caleb's cock before...the kid is packing some nice equipment which will make for some good pozzing in the future. Above us, I hear the same sounds of people talking and walking…I am getting close to delivering another load of fresh toxic babies into this kid’s guts…and it finally explodes with eight or nine shots of my strain up inside him. He adjusts himself a little bit, turns his head back to me, my poz weapon still buried to the hilt inside him, the last drops of virus transferring into him once again. In the dim light, my eyes struggle to see clearly but something is different: “I’m Callum, Caleb’s brother,” the kid says. He looks identical to the kid I just pozfucked. Holy fuck, I say to myself have I just pozfucked twins, right under their parents’ noses?! “Caleb told me what you were supplying, I knew I had to get some for myself.” I point to my poz biotat “OK, but you know what this means, son?” “Yeah, I know…I’ve been on PrEP up until i ran out three weeks ago so I might still be protected…at any rate, I don’t care, I needed some of that, at least gotta try to get the gift,” he says. “C’mon, the coast is clear now,” he says, “ Caleb is waiting on the side of the house away from the party.” Putting my pozzer back into my jeans, I emerge from the crawlspace and slip out the side door after Callum. Caleb is there and the twins stand side-by-side, grinning widely. “We have always shared everything,” Caleb tells me, “so why not share the strain as well?” I see now some slight variations in them: Caleb is a bit leaner, Callum works out more than his twin and you can see that in his broad shoulders, veiny arms and square jawline. Both of them are gorgeous specimens in their own way and I can’t hardly wait for official verification of my work here today: “I need you to text me the moment the fuck flu hits, boys, and a pic of the test. I gotta reputation to maintain. Now go forth and spread it. I hug and kiss both boys deeply, we three have a beautiful viral poz bond. Again, like with Caleb last night, I know I have just successfully infected Callum as well and as I disengage from the twins I have just pozzed, and walk along the side hedge to my car, I am beaming with pride. “Two closer…And twins this time, “ I text back to Keith and Eric, my fellow poz conspirators…Coming for that 1st “X” mark two at a time!

It was after midnight and I laid in bed thinking about this past evening. My ass was a little sore but I felt full....no doubt still filled with semen. I fell asleep and slept soundly until about 6AM. When I woke up the room was permeated by the scent of sex, My sheets were stained with fluids from the night before and there was a large pink wet spot where I was lying during the night. My ass was stll wet and I had morning wood that kept growing as I reminisced about the previous evening. I had such mixed emotions about last night. The sex was so hot, so passionate but was I ready to be pozzed. My erection didn't dimmish though and I needed to release again. I squeezed the marinated fluids left in my ass. OMG, the scent of cum and ass juices. I had to taste some and then used the rest to coat my hard dick. I began stroking. thinking about those three dicks inside me. What were the chances my conversion was underway? How toxic was the man who fucked me? Did the two other men hasten the pozzing by abrading my ass walls ? Within a minute I began shooting another huge load. The next few weeks were busy and really had no sex, then one morning I woke up not feeling well. I got up went to work and during the day I could feel I had a fever. When I got home I had a temp of 104, achy and all night woke up with night sweats. It was winter so maybe I just had the flu. I was sick for about 4 days and began to feel better. I rationalized I was OK and didn't think about it. 2 weeks later I decided to test myself and those two lines appeared It was official. I was a bit shocked but after it settled in I was OK. I was liberated. No need to think about it The next week, the second guy that fucked me and was so turned on by the fact that I had poz cum in messaged me on grindr. He mentioned how hot our encounter was and asked if I converted. I told him I did. He was so excited and begged me to fuck him as he was now chasing. We met up that night and now we are fucking frequently......

Usually after I cum, my dick goes soft and I just want to chill, but despite unloading I was still so horny. My dick was hard, and I wanted more dick, We continued to kiss tasting my cum and his ass and then I made way down to his cock. He was hard and my goal was to get him more aroused and as wet as possible. Soon I rolled on my back and raised my legs above my head exposing my hole. He dove in with his tongue adding his saliva to the two loads already in me. He hit the poppers and shotgunned them to me with a wonderfully sensuous kiss. When he pulled back, I marveled at his big man cock sprouting from his boy body. I told him I wanted to feel him inside me and share his babies like I shared mine. Without any pause he slid right inside me. My hole was wet and sloppy but a little sore from the previous fucks but the fullness of having him inside me was overwhelming. As he fucked some of the fluids were being pulled out of my ass. I could feel them leaking down my balls and into the sheets. He fucked me on my back for a few minutes and then told me to get on my knees. I rolled over and took him doggie. Here's a 50-year-old guy submitting to a BBC from a 20-year-old boy...god was I turned on. He fucked me mercilessly with no break and my ass was starting to feel sore. I hit the poppers more to blunt the stinging in my hole and just savored his dick. He pulled out again and told me to suck his dick. As before I could taste semen, the muskiness of my ass, but now there was a new taste, somewhat metallic......fuck, my ass walls were breached. He then had me get on my back with my ass at the edge of the bed and entered me as he stood on the floor. We both hit poppers, kissed ravenously as he pounded. His breathing got deeper his pace got quicker and his penis went deeper as I started to feel him pulsate, He literally fell on me with his weight forcing his dick deeper as he unloaded, We kissed as he softened and pulled out. My ass was oozing, and he scooped some of that ooze with his fingers to feed me. Thats when I noticed it wasn't the typical pearl white fluid im used to seeing but it had a pink tinge. I licked his fingers dry but saved a little to share with him. To be continued

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?

So, not sure how to even express this, but wanted to post, and see if anyone would like to chat with me about this... I have a true ADDICTION to eating cum. I dont mean I like to swallow, I mean I CRAVE cum all the time, and I seek out annonymous cock just for the load. I eat my cum every single time I jerk off,,, and in fact, there are times the only reason I jerk off is just to eat the cum. Its to the point now it scares me, I have no control anymore, and have done some very shameful things just to taste cum. I am also thinking of having men send me their cum, but fear it will make me ill eating days old cum. I cant explain or wrap my head around the feeling I get eating cum, I go into a daze.

Possible incoming rant: What is going on with the seeming increase in guys who do “oral only?” Maybe TIM and the Internet has poisoned my view of sex, but with COVID and MP out the way, and with Prep, I anticipated and easier time fucking and breeding. But everywhere I go, there seems to be guys who “only want to suck.” I go cruising, 75% of the guys only want oral. Even on BBRT, there are only oral guys. Alot of these guys don’t even want to do mutual, and won’t take their dick out. Let me just add, I know most of these guys are full of it, especially middle age to older men. They aren’t really oral only, alot are eternally holding out for something hotter. But my premise stands there’s less fucking than there should be in the Prep era. Especially if you’re at an ABS, who cares if you take it up the ass? I’m not saying everyone has to put on a show, but damn loosen up.

Finally a weekend to myself. Hotel is rented. With luck my dream will come true. Only ever 1on1, never had the opportunity for more, but hoping that changes by being able to host.

I've been giiving it some thought and I haven't really come to any firm conclusions. When the time comes I'd be looking at the local NHS trusts and how they perform. Having seen how Buckinghamshire (a fairly affluent area) struggles to cope with my elderly parents needs I *really* wouldn't want to grow older here. My folks have me to help them navigate the NHS and in some cases sort private treatment, but I won't have anyone to look out for me in the same way. A friend of mine thinks we should get a group together and start some kind of gay commune - it's an extreme idea but it has its merits.

Life is risky. We risk dying or getting brutally mangled every time we get in a car to go to the store. Perspective, eh? We rarely think about it, but lots of activities are risky. We risk getting an STD every time we have sex, but then, we risk getting a disease going to Walmart (especially Walmart). But there's social stigma attached to getting an STD, but not one for getting the flu from going to the store (except Walmart). We can't remove all risk, there are things we can do to reduce risk. i'm in the >1000 cocks club, most anonymous hook up. For years, my primary way of hooking was hosting at my house. i think that can reduce risk, being on familiar turf. if i feel off about someone, i don't do it... but that is really rare. i've only ever had one guy who tried to get a little rough with me (not in a way i perceived as 'good'), it was all body language. i resisted by more of an offensive vs defensive stance, and he chilled out instantly. i am a trained martial artist, so i can defend myself if i have to, but i have never felt that threatened in all my years of doing this (decades). i often do anonymous walk in and some guys are (reasonably) concerned about walking into a strangers house. That is easily solved on either side (host or visitor). i tell them i will put a note on the door that says: "this is the place." The morons who send you to a fake address aren't going to do that. When hosting, i'm always face down on my bed and naked, but i have my cell phone hidden and easily accessible.

Finished my day with 27 loads, before my partner came home, felt my cummy hole, fucked 2 more loads, plugged my hole and we went out for dinner and I couldn't be happier (and hornier lol)

Having read this thread a number of times since it arrived, I have a question: when I tried, the - what do we call the response the computer gives us? - said the "files" were too "dense". Is that the same issue as you're all discussing? Or was that the computer telling me off? In this arena, I already know how "dense" I am ....

That might have been unsatisfying, as typing generally requires both hands.

The 1%, of course, would be instances like the ‘Let’s See Your Holes’ thread (up to 34 pages of image posts since last June)(!) where the pictures are the point. Another instance was one like you talk about in your last paragraph - an info topic I started on speculums, where speculums are not well known to readers and trying to describe them without images would have been challenging. But as you rightly point out, the forums are principally for discussion, not show-and-tell, especially the kind where people are posting pics in thread to satisfy an exhibitionist/exposure fetish. That functionality is provided by the Gallery feature.

"Horde" is not a synonym for "majority". A large group of people can be a "horde" without being anywhere near a majority, or even a plurality. You are, of course, entitled to your opinion, whether it's that the 2020 election was stolen, that the earth is flat, that the moon is made of green cheese, or that there are secret cabals of globalist pedophiles operating from the basement of a basement-less pizza parlor in suburban Virginia. That doesn't mean anyone else has an obligation to respect that opinion, and yes, if it's a stupid one backed by no evidence whatsoever, I feel free to mock that opinion. I have no illusions of youth - I'm very up front about my age, my location, and so forth (unlike some people on here I could name, but won't). As for "bad" vs. "good" - in a political system like what we have in the United States, we frequently have to choose between two options, neither of which is 100% desirable. Rather than bitch, threaten to hold my breath till the choices improve, or stay home and complain that nobody is representing me, I always choose the least bad option, when there's no "good" option, and then work hard to press that least bad option to a better place. I think that's far more productive. As for your racist screed about immigration, well, I think that again shows your true colors, just like your "tranny" comment and a lot of other things you've said here. Again, you're entitled to your opinion, racist and ill-informed as it may be, but that doesn't mean I feel any obligation to respect it, or you. What I do have to do is treat you with respect - by not attacking you personally, only the (foul) ideas you spout.

Identities are ambiguous and people interpret those identities in different ways. I've even seen alternative explanation that defines a man to be gay only if he falls in lave with other men. According to this guy having sex with men didn't make a man gay. Bottom, top and versatile are also "identities" and in this case too, people will have different understanding of the differences. I prefer to focus on the "needs" because those are real and unambiguous. I've written about this before where I explain that the preferred role of a guy will depend on a few variables, some of them quite obvious. If a guy has a difficult time getting a hard-on, problems maintaining it, and cums too quickly he's not a good candidate for a top. In terms of bottoming, many guys still associate bottoming as the "female" role and therefore have a problem assuming the bottom role. Other guys cannot bottom because they find it invasive and it requires relaxation. When in was in my 20's I had a gay friend who was a bottom and he was very open with me about his adventures in saunas. I could understand the simple enjoyment of topping, the sensation of the friction on the cock, and then the orgasm, but from listening to my friend, the pleasure of bottoming seemed to be more sophisticated.

I'm planning to stay in Reno when I retire. I really enjoy living here and I plan to ski until I die so I am not interested in moving to a place that doesn't have winter. I really enjoy four distinct seasons and the activities that come with that from the winter snow sports to rafting down the Truckee river and enjoying Lake Tahoe in the summer. Political climate is good, fairly purple state with enough of the Republicans being libertarian that the Initiative to legalize same sex marriage passed with over 60% support in 2020. Plus no state income tax and property taxes are reasonable (thank you to all the gamblers for paying my taxes for me). Close enough to SF and the bay area that it's easy to drive in for a weekend getaway and LV and LA are less than two hour flights away. Of course my opinion is based by the skiing factor and a west coast biases. I hate absolutely hate hot and humid weather.

Oh hell yes! Tampa has a BUNCH of adult theaters and such, and many are within a few blocks of each other, on or near North Lois Ave just south of Hillsborough. Thee Love Shack, Buddies Adult Video, and Adult World are all great, though of course the crowd varies depending on when you go. Fantasy Land is a little more upscale and caters more to a straight crowd, but I've gotten cock there a few times as well. X-Mart is entirely video booths with glory holes, and I've sucked more cocks than I could count there and gotten fucked a couple of times as well, but it's been a while since I've been and I heard a rumor that they now require photo ID to get in. Not sure if that's still true or not.

You say that PrEP might cause further damage, which suggests the possibility that it might not. If this is the case, a reasoned decision may be helped by crunching the numbers - determine the likely percentage of risk that PrEP will harm you, and by how much, then balance that against the numeric chance of contracting HIV given your status as an unprotected Top fucking holes at the rate you fuck them, modified by the risk that the types of bottoms you fuck may be positive and infectious. Make a decision based on your level of relative risk. Bear in mind that regardless of the potential risk, it only takes one bad roll of the dice. As @BootmanLA says, you might go 20 years safely, but your bad number could also come up tomorrow, and all the weighing of risk will then be meaningless. In terms of concealing your sexual practice from your wife, being concerned only about how to keep her from finding out about the PrEP prescription seems a little short-sighted. If you fuck a lot of bottoms in dicey places, you likely stand a higher risk of contracting other STDs. You make no mention of how often you have sexual relations with your wife, but how do you propose to deal with a situation where it’s ‘Not tonight, dear, I have gonorrhea’? Any such infection is going to sideline you for at least 1-2 weeks while you’re being treated, and you may also have to either conceal or explain the doxycycline or other antibiotics you’re taking. Lies beget lies, and they tend to wriggle out in the open eventually. Which brings up the other element of risk to consider - what’s the risk to your marriage if your behavior becomes known? Fucking other holes bare and unprotected isn’t the first choice you make; the first choice is to fuck other holes at all. Is the possibility of losing your spouse one you’re willing to risk for the sake of male cunt? If not, then the whole conundrum you’re asking about is moot. Decide to forego the fucking in favor of being married, and you won’t have any need to decide about PrEP.

There are places you can get cheap or free PrEP via online without necessarily triggering your insurance. With one of those, it's unlikely your wife would find out, as long as you had a place to hide the pills that she's unlikely to discover. (Side note: in every relationship I think each partner should have some measure of privacy and a place to keep things that the other will not explore. But it's hard to establish that once the relationship is started, because it practically screams "I have things I want to hide from you." If that zone of privacy is established before the relationship gets serious, and each side understands that there are things - like a journal or diary - that need to be off-limits, it's a lot easier. And needless to say, that's not an excuse for putting the other person's health at risk.)

I dozed off for a bit, not completely asleep but not totally awake. It was a strange feeling. I had never felt this high before. My senses were all fucked up. I knew where I was but was surprised to be here somehow. I was thinking about work the next day and how much of a dirty pig I was, with none of my colleagues suspecting. It turned me on even more thinking about good I was at looking professional and competent but being a total twisted perverted pig in the dark. The mattress of my room was covered with a sizeable puddle of cum leaking out of my hole. Usually I’d clean it up but I didn’t give a fuck. It was sticking to my butt and didn’t care. I opened the door of the room slightly and went back to the mattress. The lights were at the minimum but I had decided to put on a show. Guys were walking past my room and stopping to watch, rubbing their dicks through their towels, satisfied at the cum dripping whore they were seeing. I was jerking my cock even if I couldn’t get it fully hard because of the MD but who cared? I was a hole. A few guys came in, feeling my hole with their fingers and playing with cum drops. I couldn’t tell what they looked like, but I also couldn’t care less. I felt something being put on my face. It was a blindfold. It wasn’t something I had brought with. Normally I’d know better than letting a stranger blindfold me out of nowhere in my room, but my stuff was locked in the locker close to the bed, and I was too fucked up to care anyway.

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

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

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~~ Chapter 7. Tom felt a little shame as he walked alongside Mark towards the car under the lustful gazes of the men lying on the beach. The still wet sperm glistened in the sun on Tom's skin and hair. How the hell did he let unknown men breed him in a dirty toilet and Mark empty the bags in Tom's ass while the audience watched. What the hell has happened to him. It was confusing that at the same time his own organ started to harden again. Fortunately, he had decided to leave the Jockstraps on. In the car, Mark praised Tom profusely. It is important that a young man like Tom pleases the older men and also gives them a chance to reduce stress. Mark's car turned into the yard of an almost empty parking lot. Mark drove directly in front of the black door with a big rainbow flag flying above it. Mark purposefully guided Tom, still dressed only in jockstraps, to the door that led to the steep and dark stairs going down. At the bottom of the stairs was a counter, behind which sat a 30-40 year old man dressed in leather pants and a white sleeveless shirt. The man was very skinny and looked tired. His eyes lit up when he saw Tom and Mark standing behind the counter. Mark seemed to know the man and Mark said they came for a little while to relax and wash the dried sperm off Tom's skin. The man chuckled as Mark paid the man the entrance fees. In the dressing room, Tom realized that they had now entered the Gay Sauna, the kind Tom had read about online. Mark undressed himself completely and told Tom to take off his Jockstrap as well. Mark also took Tom's towel so Tom couldn't cover himself with it. With his hand, Mark guided Tom forward along the corridor towards the steam room. The whole place felt dead as no one was to be seen anywhere. Tom climbed onto the top bench of the steam room and only then did he realize that someone was sitting in the steam. Mark directed Tom to sit next to the man already sitting on the bench and sat down on the other side of Tom himself. After a while, when the eyes had adjusted to the dimness, Tom could distinguish the man better. It was hard for Tom to decide how old the man looked. The man looked rather strange. The man had skinny arms and legs, but otherwise he didn't look skinny. Tom found it strange that the man knew Mark. The man asked Mark, who is this very handsome and sperm-smelling young man in Mark's company. Mark introduced Tom to the man and the man continued "does Mark mind if he has a little taste of Mark's freshest sperm bucket?". Mark gave the man permission. Tom was shocked when he realized that the unpleasant man immediately started licking Tom's skin. After a while, the man even stuck his tongue in Tom's mouth and kissed Tom. Tom tasted the man's salty tongue, but the smell of the man's breath shook Tom. The man put Tom on all fours on the bench and started licking Tom's asshole. The man spread his hands over Tom's buttocks and stabbed the hole furiously with his tongue. Mark asked Tom to push out, and Tom felt the sperm pouring out of his hole. The man licked willingly and swallowed all the sperm that came out of Tom's ass. Finally, the man thanked Mark and went out. The whole event was very strange to Tom. He felt sorry for that man. How can someone's life situation be so bad. The man swallowed the sperm of complete strangers without even asking anything. Such behavior is really risky. If you behave like that, you can get any number of STDs, thought Tom.

Holy shit that's hot! I would love that exact scenario!!!

Mmmm nice... that moment when you find out but it too later n you just push back accepting n wanting more.

I'm hoping Elon will right the wrongs of the former Twitter-disinformation mobsters. Only time will tell.

Don't hold back, tell us what you really think lol. I 100% agree btw.

Part 16 - Beginnings After my re-imprinting, a few weeks passed and Jeff was the beaming, happy owner of a pozzed up little jock and I did everything he asked of me. As a reward, when my PA fully healed, Jeff caged me. I have to confess, the black cage looked hot against my pale skin and I can’t tell you how good it made me feel to be caged again. Many of you will not be into it, and I get that, but for me, the moment it went back on I felt more of myself than I had in the weeks without it - a faster, stronger, more focussed version of myself. I ramped up my submissiveness to Jeff threefold and that made him and his close friends very happy, and very satisfied…if frequently drained. I take a regiment of pills every morning, and apart from that and my new body jewellery, my life appears normal except…well…it isn’t. Jeff is a fair and dominant master and lover, and I truly love him. He whores me out on a strict rota, sometimes just as a companion, but most of the time for sex and I take every load he asks me too - I have never refused even one. I make him very proud. At night I curl up next to his massive frame utterly content. I attend quite a few sex parties as his caged sub - and have met a lot of the club members, we’ve even met a chapter in New York who chem’d and fucked me over the long Pride weekend this year. I’ve got a bit of a reputation now - my stamina and hunger is second to none, and Jeff keeps my ass in fantastic condition. Professionally, I’ve made a pretty good career as a semi-professional runner and PT. There are pictures of me in my half-pipe, caged and pierced on a podium accepting a silver medal at a pro-circuit race that Jeff thought would be fun to leave in the public domain - a sort of invitation to anyone who could find them. I have to admit, despite a lot of stares that day, it is hot to see the fabric obscenely stretched over the jewellery that marks me as a submissive gay boy. Jeff knew I’d be into that. Good luck locating ‘em! 😈 A few weeks after those photo were taken, Jeff whored me out to the coach from the team I beat that day. He was as shocked as me when I met him in his office and we realised who we were - it took only minutes though for me to disrobe, bend over his desk and take a pounding from his long cock, rigid cock. I often see him at meets - none of his squad have beaten me yet - but he’s fucked me numerous times (once in their team’s kit too). I know a lot of you will want to know about Zeke - but I still find it a little hard to talk about. In the interests of telling the whole truth, however, I’ll finish his story too - Zeke never converted. It devastated John and Kem - the club insisted they had to let him go and, for a while I think, it blew their relationship apart. I didn’t see them for months, no one did, and what I heard wasn’t good. I remember running into a club member who asked me if I regretted re-imprinting given John and Kem had found me but Jeff interceded and I swear he would have punched the guy if I hadn’t stopped him. Honestly, though, even if I had to answer the question, I didn’t regret it - maybe that’s the power of imprinting. Even though I know I’d gone through a re-imprinting process, the outcome was final. I loved Jeff and I was truly his - when I think back to the night I was set free it wasn’t because it was a temporary response to chems or sexual bliss, it was a soul-bond to Jeff. He pozzed me, he corrupted me - he freed me. It wasn’t up for debate - it was a physical reality burned into my memory. The same night he nearly punched that club member, Jeff brutalised my hole - sat upright, bouncing on the cock that made me, he declared his love for me as he filled me with a third cumload. I was happy. About a year after Zeke left, John and Kem started coming to parties again - they looked a little sunken but otherwise healthy. I remember one event they both managed to manoeuvre me away from the throng of men to double fuck me in a walk-in closet - John laying underneath me and Kem on top - our sexual union framed by a wide, floor-length mirror. John never took his eyes off me, and Kem never opened his. Both enjoying the pleasure in their own unique way - it was surreal. When they came inside me, punishing my hole with a dual spray of cum, I heard John whisper something indiscernible over the force of his orgasm - I promise, to this day, I did not hear what he said. When he pulled me in for a deep kiss, he didn’t repeat it and I didn’t see them again the entire night - Jeff told me they only fucked me and something about “who could blame them?” Last week John and Kem got in touch with the club members to say they’d got a new prospect - the photos were very cute- a 36year old construction worker with a gorgeous body and farmer’s tan. His name was Rob and he sort of knew what he was getting into - was keen to try T and get fucked up. John and Kem were hoping to secure him and had even set a date for an ‘induction’ party. John texted me directly - something he hadn’t done since, well, my re-imprinting - to ask if I’d be their drug boy for the night, but Jeff said ‘no’ - that it’d be too painful for them and they needed to focus on their new prospect. “They need a fresh start pup” he commented when he read the text. “You can give them that” When I think about it, I wondered if maybe John and Kem had imprinted and saw, for the first time, the struggle I might’ve gone through if Jeff hadn’t taken the time to formalise my handover. Anyway, that’s you up-to-date. Jeff is snoring next to me as I finish this - it feels weird writing it all down after, but I’m glad - it’s been a dark, but positive adventure. There’s a tent in the sheets where Jeff’s morning wood waits for attention. As my free hand slips under the covers to feel the familiar heat of his vast muscles, I wrap my free hand around his throbbing meat - he lets out a sleepy moan “with your hole pup”. Phone down, back to work ❤️

Totally agree man. Once you've dumped the rubber there's no way back. I know exactly what you mean. I can't get excited with a rubber and I can't watch porn if they rubber up - its a real turn off even if the guys are hot. Once you've crossed to barebacking then you want it real bad, you need it, you go to any lengths to get a raw dick. But I think that's what makes it so good - it's like turbosex - it drives you every way! I hope you are getting fucked. It's difficult these days I know but guys think with their dicks so there's bound to be hard meat around.

I am happy to suck guys with small dicks. I love to feel a guy cumming in my mouth and not down my throat, it's hot to feel and taste his sperm squirting right over my tongue. And I can let them go to town and fuck my face as hard as they want and not have to worry about when I can breathe next. Small guys can line up and breed my mouth anytime!