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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.

Hi everyone, it is my first story here (I have so many hours reading yours) sand I hope it will be pleasant for you. It is my "secret" sexual fantasy (not the poz part but why not a story with^^) never realised (I am a really careful bottom). Please excuse me for the grammatical error, English is not my langage (I am French 🙂 ) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My name is Jeremy, I am 30, tall with a standard body. I am not a model model but I have my success. I jnew that I was gay since High school. I have a 7" tool and and a smooth body. And yes, I am totally bottom. My job is quite humdrum so I balance it with an active sexual life. One Fact : I always have protected sex. I know it can be less attractive and fun, but it is clearly written on my profile on my gay apps. One day, I found a new profil (Hugo) who was just arriving in my city. He was totally my type : older than me (39), good hairy body, blond hair with blue eyes, and an angelic face. He also have the greatest cock I've ever seen : a thick 9" and veiny Penis. We crushed each other and had a long tchat for days. He was really understanding about my will of condom and told me that he had the same habit. He also shared with me pics of his medical analysis with neg results. He told me to do annual exam just to check and this one was few month ago. He now had my trust and started to tease me with hot pics and videos of him cumming (what a massive cumshots he has) and ribed me about my faculty of swallowing it. I also confessed to him that I only have taste cum but i had never been bred by a top (because of condom). I said to me that it was impressive and be happy that I share this with him. It wasn't true for him because a did bareback with an ex a long time ago. After a few days, I was really horny and wanted to meet him and have fun with him. We agreed to meet in my home on friday afternoon. He came with some beer and we chatted on my sofa for a moment. Soon arrived the moment where he touched me with sensuality and we started to kiss passionately. after this romantic phase, we went to my room. The fate had decided that condoms, lube and poppers were already on the table... I just took off his pant and boxer to discover for the first time and in front of me, his tool ! And it was so impressive with a subtle smell of men ! I played with it a lot with my tongue before he took my head to fuck my mouth hardly. He seems to be another man, really dominant, only concern by his own pleasure and I was perplex about the scene (horny, but a little frustrated). Suddendly, he captured my attention by saying : " Time to prove your telling... Swallow everything !" And I felt it. His dick gone deep in my throat and became really hard just before pulsing and jerking a tide of cum. Honetly, it was a good taste and I was near to cum myself by the mental pleasure of the situation. When he went out of me, he was still hard and creamy and asked me to clean his dick. I did it, thinking that it was not the idea of our first meet and also disappointed. As I started to leave the room, he hold me and said : "Where are you going, I never say that it was over" I answered about he had unleashed his load and told me that his dick was still really hard. and it was his turn to take off my pant. He made me re-horny with his expert tongue, but do not last long on my dick. He put me on my bed, and omg! his tongue in my hole was so good. I think it was the best ass eater of all my sexual life. Adding the poppers and my hunger for him, I accept his wrapped (he put a condom and lube when he felt me ready) tool easily. I was impressed because he was still hard in me, and contrary to the previous act, he was more gentle and soft, alternating with his dick in my hole, going out to play with finger, going inside, finger with lube, etc... This sweet playing lasted for a moment before he changed his mind and upgrade the level. What a fuck, I took my feet in a marvelous rythm, Hugo was a perfect top and I was "in love". Everything was great.After a long moment, he suddendly told me that he had two presents for me and put his hand in mine to let something.While I discovered the used condom, he hampered my body wis his muscular corpse and accelerated his fuck. He congratulated himself of his succes, to be my first load and try to calm my protest with poppers. He also told me that he felt how good I was and how he makes me horny. That being first bred by him will make me never forget and that I know I wanted him for this first time. He succeeded to convince me when he told me that I was aldready full of his precum, so there was no impact of letting him cum in me now excepted having the best time of my life and that he was neg. And what was predicted to arrive... Arrive. I felt him pulsing inside me, his hot shots spreading inside. I could swear that it was more intense and massive than the one in my mouth. He stayed in me a long time after, half nude (like me). He left after a shower while I was tyding my room and the living. On monday, I received a message of Hugo "Are you ready for your second promised gift darling ?" I hesitated, and answered "The first one was the condom, and the second your load, isn't it" I soon received another message, as my cock was hard because of Hugo. "No, the first one was the load, the condom was just the wrapping paper " And Hugo sent me a video. It was him in my bathroom. His back was apparent in my mirror. And I see it, an enormous Biohazard tattoo ! I didn't answer so Hugo sent me "I hope my gift will grow in you, that's why I wait to give you these personal video ! Prep is too late my boy ! And if I doesn't knock up you, feel free to ask me for more loads ! I like you and I want you by my side, with my legacy" I understood that he make a false test as a fatal argument to have me (and it was a nice moove). I never answered to him, but after my results came back (TRULY) positive, I became officially Hugo's Boy and Boyfriend.

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...

...mmm.....agreed.....awesome story

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

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

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

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

I’m a total bottom, but I don’t object to having my cock touched in the process, nor would I object if the Top wanted to make me ejaculate - but no one, and I mean no one, ever tries. Since I started cumdumping I can’t remember a single time a Top has attempted to make me have an orgasm that way. It’s fine, I’m not looking for or expecting it, but it just doesn’t seem to be on any Top’s agenda, and why should it be? Besides, if I’m doing my job right, their minds are totally somewhere else.

Every time I read this it makes my jockpussy so thirsty for alpha nut

As another married bisexual man I think this is very well put. Man/man sex is simply better on every level than heterosexual sex. And I fully agree with others above. Either carry on fucking the wife and take appropriate precautions (at the very least on demand Prep), or stop fucking her and enjoy uninhibited and risky sex with men. Or you could as has been suggested discuss it with her: if that works and she gives you the go ahead to fuck around with other guys then go for it! Particularly if you make it clear youre going to do it bareback and she doesn't demur: then you'd be amongst the luckiest guys on here.

Wasn’t the best M.A.L. weekend I’ve ever attended but it was still a good time. Took my sling and had a couple of gatherings in my 11th floor room facing the infamous catwalk. Made fast friends with a really nice couple comprised of a top with 9” and his very hot pig bottom lover and on Sunday spent some time with a very handsome Middle Easterner who resembled Omar Shariff at age 40. This guy had a good 10”. I don’t where these guys with these huge dicks are coming from but damn !

2 weeks ago for me. Got split roasted in the local parks bathroom

Great thread guys. Several friends and I have been batting this same convo around for the last few years. I came of age in NYC and enjoyed the many opportunities the city had during the mid to late 70's, tho I also missed out on a lot(which might account for why I am still above the dirt and not in it) Spent another 20 years out in Memphis and while it had a decent gay vibe, especially in the 80's, the many bars, and the bar owners, saw quite a few dying off thru the 90's. I moved to Ft Lauderdale in 2000 and have been here since, but to be honest- I do not feel like this is where I will remain. As others have posted, the Miami and Ft Lauderdale area are great gay vacation and play spots, but to live here is a totally different thing. Most folk living in Iowa or Indiana have no clue the sticker shock they face should they pack up and move here. Car insurance is crazy high, probably double what you might be paying in most parts of the country. Should you buy a house , FL has a weird insurance world. You can usually get a homeowners policy for a few thousand a year, but then on top of that you will likely need flood, another thousand or more, and then the dreaded windstorm insurance which will cost you a LOT of money. And if you have a mortgage, there is no escaping having to buy all 3 policies. If you can escape for $10,000 a year just in insurance, you will be doing good. Another aspect most moving here do not think about, the south east part of the state has about 7 or 8 miles of land development from the ocean in to the Everglades. There is very little open land left to build on, so unless existing buildings are bought, razed and then high rise condo properties built on the tract, there is not much more room for horizontal growth. And all of the infrastructure ,like roads, sewer, and water, were laid years ago when this area had a " season" of Jan thru April, then it went back to being quiet and sparse for 9 months. The "high rise hotels on the beach were mostly 3 , maybe 4 floors high.The number of sewer and water main ruptures here are crazy. Some is blamed on municipalities not maintaining their systems, but the other issue is pushing 10 tons of crap in a 3 ton pipe (anyone recall the Contadina tomato commercials of the late 60's trying to pack 10 tomatoes in an 8 tomato can??lol) If you want to drive around, the 18 mile drive from Ft Lauderdale to Haulover Beach in Miami ( the nude beach) can be done in about 40 minutes if you are very lucky, and if you stay the day and try driving back at 5 pm, plan at least 70 to 90 minutes due to congestion and wrecks. I had an appointment last week ,3 miles from the house, at 330p. I left at 3p and just made it to the parking lot at 325. As others have written, every area has its own list of issues, weather not included. From visits to Palm Springs, I could sense the area was a ghost town Sunday night thru Friday evening, at which point the inflow from SanDiego, LA, and surrounding west coast cities would fill the city and the gay resorts to the brim. Where it once was desert and open, the valley built up, and irrigated like mad, sprouting golf courses and floral displays where nature never intended. Memphis, when I lived there, was always fighting an internal racial battle. Traces of the old south were barely muted. Trendy neighborhoods, often gay centric, were only a block or two away from depressed areas with people living on the edge, or slightly slipped off it. Politics there, like any other city mentioned, would shift back and forth. But the city itself always had that feel of neglect- and just outside the city, where the white flight of the 60's and 70's settled, things were much more maintained and regulated- but not very gay. The thing is, and this has been the crux of my friends talk, there is really no one place that is perfect. Key West has gotten grossly overpriced ( and straight cruise touristy). San Francisco has a shell of what Castro once was, and to live there is super expensive- and from friends who live there, has become a gauntlet of dodging homeless and their trash and waste while trying to walk the sidewalk to shop or get to work. At one point a trend was happening where gay guys were moving to east Tennessee, near Knoxville. College town, mountains nearby, decent medical. But again, it is TN, and the politics of the state are, eh! And the area is still well cinched in the Bible belt, and not without its share of homophobic residents and politicians. So yes, I am curious where guys are migrating to , and to hear from locals in those areas (s) who know the real dirt on the location mentioned.

Yesterday I cohosted a group with a buddy. Those in attendance r the same crop of daddylicious fwb’s who have been fucking me for years. I’ve taken dozens of loads from these guys over time. Was hot making out with them and seeing them play with each other. Someone suggested we play “Guess that Dick.” I loved the idea. So I got into doggy position with my winter hat over my eyes as they took turns fucking me. I correctly guessed most of them. Haha Then I went to PigHaus NYC afterwards with a friend. At the end of the day, I bottomed for at least 15 guys and lost count of how many I topped. At one point during PigHaus, I was going from ass to ass plowing. Then I went to McDonalds and had fries and nuggets with a slut btm neighbor friend from the party. Twas a wonderful day! :)

I was naked in a public restroom jerking off as I often do I had already sucked off 2 guys (one in the star and one understall) and been fucked by one and a guy poked in the door crack to see me naked and jerking off with the load of the guys who came into my stall to get blown all over my face (I wanted to swallow but he wanted to paint my face, so I left it on), so I opened the door and he came in and pulled out his cock and said suck it, so I did. while I sucked him he reached down and fingered my pussy and asked “is there cum in your hole?” I said yes daddy. he said “good, I knew you were a cumdump. turn around and get on your hands and knees with your head over the toilet so I can fuck you” so I did and he fucked me hard and didnt stop or slow down or go any quieter when a few guys came in. the third guy (an old man) stayed and watched through the crack so the guy unlocked the door and let him watch him do me. so I actually came on the floor. my cumming made the guy cum in me. after he pulled out some of his cum and the previous guys cum dripped out of my gaping pussy so he said “lick my cum off the floor slut. dont waste it. while you’re at it, lick up your own cum.”he watched me lick every drop of cum off he floor, then said “look at me faggot and hocked a huge spit in my face and said “thanks slut”. I asked him “do you want to piss on me before you leave?” he said “no, but I will piss down your throat bitch” so he did, and it was a lot of piss but he sprayed the last few squirts only face then said tanks and left. I tried to let the old man fuck me but he couldn’t get hard enough to get it in. then someone else came in so I closed the stall door, got dressed and left and walked home with dry cum and piss on my face.

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

Chapter 2: The Secret Dean suddenly appeared in a hotel room in Edmonton, in the same split second as he vanished from the staircase outside Joey’s apartment in Montreal – thousands of kilometres and two time zones farther east. He glanced around, recognized his bags, and heaved a sigh of relief. It had worked again. Of course, there was always a risk that it would go wrong. It had, a few times. Once or twice, he had even committed the ultimate faux pas by winding up in another country – which meant that he was there without having legally entered and without a passport. He’d undoubtedly be breaking the law by doing so, no matter where he went. Sure, if he got arrested, he could always escape from custody the same way he arrived, but that would definitely blow his cover – and this was the one thing he was determined not to do. He looked out the window, scowling in displeasure at the flying clouds of snow flickering in the streetlights far below. Edmonton was one place he hated to get stuck in the winter, even if it was good for business. Everyone always said Winnipeg was worse, but for Dean it was a 50-50. He needed some sun in the worst way. But for now, he had to get some sleep, so he’d be ready to travel home tomorrow. He stripped off his clothes, right down to his tight shorts. He hesitated a second, and then peeled those off too. Climbing into bed, he pulled up the sheet – and then realized that he was still thinking about Joey, and it was making him hard again. Joey had definitely been one of the hottest fucks he’d enjoyed in many a moon. He lay there, idly stroking, enjoying the vision in his head of Joey being there in the room with him, sucking him off. He stroked his cock harder, faster, peeling the sheet back again as he neared his climax. In his mind, the dream rolled on until he grabbed his cock, jerking hard, and unloaded all over Joey’s beautiful face with his puppy dog eyes shut to avoid getting stung by the cum. Dean ran his hands up and down his body, smearing his cum all over himself, and fell asleep like that. In the morning, he enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, and then packed up his last items and got a cab for the long, long ride out to the airport. Like so many other travelers before him, he couldn’t help wondering why the airport had been built so many miles out in the farmland surrounding the city. Eventually, he got checked in for his flight. Two planes, a two-hour layover, and not so much as a single hot flight attendant later, Dean finally staggered off the second flight of the day in San Diego. It was just on sunset, but the air was comfortably warmer than it had been that morning in Edmonton (it would have been hard to be much colder, he thought). He grabbed his car from the parking garage, drove north with no more than the usual crazy traffic to his home in a modern suburb of Carlsbad, walked into his house, put down his bags with a sigh of relief – and found a woman, a blue-eyed blonde, sitting there, waiting for him. “Well, what’s made you look so wiped out?” “As if you didn’t know, Dayna. It’s been a long day of travel.” “I don’t know why you don’t just blink.” “Riiiight. And have the authorities of two countries all on the hunt for me because I didn’t enter America properly. You know I never, ever take chances with the TSA and Homeland Security.” He flopped into his favourite armchair. He then noticed that Dayna had two tall glasses of something that looked very cool and refreshing in front of her. Before he had a chance to make a barbed comment, she closed her eyes for a second – and one of the drinks vanished, only to reappear, instantly, on the table at Dean’s elbow. “Thanks, Dayna.” He sipped the cocktail appreciatively. “That really hits the spot.” “You’re welcome.” “I get so tired of it sometimes. I’ll bet you do, too.” “Of what?” “You know. The constant mental precautions. The careful policing of your own thoughts every second of the day.” “Honestly, Dean, I think you have it worse. If I shift something at the wrong time, I can probably shift it right back without anyone noticing. But you… hell, if you shift yourself, there’s practically no way you can set it straight without being noticed, at one place or the other.” “Trust me, it’s happened a few times – starting right on the day I did it for the first time.” Dean thought for a minute, and then giggled. “Did I ever tell you about the time I accidentally did it in the deep end of the pool at the country club, and suddenly appeared, dripping wet in my speedos, in the members’ lounge?” “Why did you do that? You idiot!” “Oh, it wasn’t intentional. I just let my guard down at the end of the first ten laps because the water felt so good – and I started thinking I should visit the bar in the lounge as my next stop after I’d finished my workout.” That set Dayna giggling too. “I’d have liked to be a fly on the wall for that one.” “As far as I know, the only person who spotted me was Jaysen Macaleister.” “Was he in his usual fully lubricated condition?” “Affirmative. So I took a deep breath and got back underwater in the deep end of the pool pronto – and got away with it. I mean, who’s he ever going to tell that to?” “And even if he did, they’d just think he dreamed the whole thing because he was in his cups and had a serious case of the hots for you.” “Which he does.” They both laughed again. But then Dayna became serious once more. “You know, Dean, we crack jokes about this all the time, but what do we do if someone actually catches one of us in the act and calls in some official interference?” “I don’t know, Dayna. I’ve had my mind preoccupied with finding out how or why this happened to both of us.” “Well, it’s pretty obvious that it happened to both of us because we’re twins. Otherwise, I would have said that something this good should only happen to the intelligent one – which doesn’t happen to mean you.” “Smart ass.” “I’ll give you smart. But seriously, Dean, I’m getting nervous. It’s a feeling that’s been growing on me all year. Please, be extra-extra careful with it for the next while, will you?” “Is this why you came to see me?” “Yes. No particularly clear information, just a sense that the clock is ticking, and time is running out – for both of us.” “Okay. I’ll be careful – and so will you, of course.” Mentally, Dean shelved the visit he’d been planning on making to the baths tonight. He wasn’t sure how much good he could have done there anyway, being still so drained – in more than one sense – from his escapade with Joey. He walked Dayna to the door, and hugged her goodnight, wondering as he did why he hadn’t seen her car. But there it was on the driveway, behind his – and it definitely hadn’t been parked there when he’d come home. Good thing the driveway was well shielded with trees. He chuckled again at his sister’s finesse. Dean sat down again in his favourite armchair and sipped at the drink Dayna had made him. He was thinking back over the whole span of his life. Apart from the absence of his father, who had left his mother when the twins were two years old, it had been the most normal, unremarkable life until he was fourteen years old. Puberty hit Dean faster than it did many contemporaries, and he knew that his dick was the subject of much awed speculation in the locker room because it grew so far and so fast. His friends all thought it was just because of their normal, sleazy locker room chatter about girls, but Dean had already fallen into his first infatuation, fallen hard, with a well-built older boy as the object of his lust. He and Mike belonged to the same swimming club, but Mike was much older – nineteen or so. Just thinking about Mike’s slab-like pecs and abs or the healthy bulge in his speedo was enough to get Dean revved up, and he knew damn well exactly what he wanted to do to Mike and get Mike to do to him. That, of course, had made swimming practices doubly hard for Dean, as anyone who’s ever tried to conceal a hard-on in a speedo will know. He had been fearfully embarrassed when Dayna had walked into his room without knocking and caught him jerking off to a picture of Mike in the photo pages of the previous year’s club yearbook. It hadn’t fazed her at all, and she wasn’t even particularly surprised to find that Dean was gay. But he’d still felt embarrassed about it. Even more unnerving than the realization that he was gay had been the other discovery which he’d had the same year. A group of his friends were going to a movie at a multiplex downtown and Dean hadn’t had enough money to go (his single mom was struggling to make ends meet and he couldn’t ask her). He’d sat in his room with his eyes closed, feeling sorry for himself and wishing he could go with his friends to see the movie…. …and was startled by a sudden loud rumble of traffic noise. He’d opened his eyes to find that he was standing on the sidewalk outside the multiplex. He was so shocked that it was all he could do to look around. He could see his friends approaching along the sidewalk, about a block away. But suddenly, Dean didn’t want to go to the movie after all. He was too scared by what had just happened, and he needed time to think. He turned away and walked quickly, past the theatre entrance and around the corner, until he came to a dark alleyway. It was bare and deserted, no hiding places for anyone who might be planning to jump him. Dean puzzled over what had just happened. All he could think of was that he’d had his eyes closed and was wishing he could go to the movie. Then he thought, Wait a minute, I actually pictured myself walking up to the theatre with my friends. Let’s see, now…. He closed his eyes again and pictured his bedroom. The city noises abruptly vanished. He opened his eyes and, sure enough, he was right back at home, sitting exactly where he had been just a couple of minutes earlier. Wow. This is so freaking weird. Try another one. Dean had a favourite place he loved to go – a spot in a nearby park where a small stream flowed over a little waterfall and under a footbridge. Whenever life got to be too much for him, he would ride there on his bike and sit on the bank, listening to the gentle chuckling music of the stream flowing over the small falls. He closed his eyes, pictured the spot, and immediately heard the familiar song of the flowing stream. He opened his eyes long enough to verify that he was in the right place, so to speak, and found an elderly couple who were walking in the park staring at him curiously from the bridge. Panicking, he quickly closed his eyes and visualized his room again. And again it worked. He sat there, shaking and breathing deeply, trying to steady himself. What had he just discovered about himself? Was it a fluke? Was it going to last? Why had it happened? So many questions and no answers. Dean needed in the worst way to talk to someone, and “someone” could only be his twin sister. He walked down the hall, took a deep breath, and knocked on her door. “Come in.” He went in and sat down on the chair. Dayna was sitting up on her bed, busily engaged in painting her fingernails. “Dayna, I’ve just had the weirdest experience.” “Do tell.” This, in a classic disinterested teenager voice. “I’ll do better than that. I’ll show you. But you’d better stop painting your nails for a minute.” He pictured himself at the far end of the room, behind Dayna, and closed his eyes for a moment. “Dean?” “Right here, behind you.” She spun around to see him standing by the window. Then he closed his eyes and vanished again, to meet her eyes when she turned back around and saw him sitting calmly on the chair. “Very clever, Dean.” Dean was surprised mainly because Dayna didn’t look surprised. “Now, smart boy, watch this.” She closed her eyes for a split second, and a neatly folded blanket on the foot of the bed vanished, to reappear draped across Dean’s lap. Another second and it was back on the bed. “Dayna, what the hell is going on with us?” “I don’t know. Tell me now what happened to you.” Dean told her the whole story about the movie theatre and the park. Her eyes widened when he mentioned the elderly couple who’d seen him. “Shit, Dean, now that’s scary. Did you know them?” “I don’t think so.” “Better hope they didn’t recognize you.” Now Dean was beginning to feel a bit scared too. Her tone of voice was so serious, unusually so for Dayna, and it was clear that she was frightened for him. But he had another question that he wanted to ask her. “Dayna, have you ever moved yourself somewhere else the way I did?” “No, But I’ve never tried.” “Try it now. Just picture yourself being somewhere else, some specific place.” She closed her eyes, but nothing happened. “Nope. What about you, Dean? Can you move the blanket like I did?” He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them and looked. “Only by getting up and grabbing it.” “Interesting. So each of us has a weird kind of power of shifting from place to place, similar but not identical – because I can shift objects, but you can shift yourself.” “I just found this out half an hour ago. Dayna, how long have you known?” “About a year now. Oh, wait, there’s a thought….” “What do you mean?” “Dean, it hit both of us right when we were in the middle of going through puberty. Whatever it is or whatever causes it, it seems that puberty is the trigger.” Just then, the door opened, and their mother stuck her head in. “Ah-hah! What are you two troublemakers cooking up now?” Dayna emitted a monumental sigh and rolled her eyes as only a fourteen-year old girl can do. “Mom, whatever!” Dean merely laughed. “Can you both be ready for six o’clock? We’re going out for dinner tonight.” Two affirmatives and two nods later, and the door closed again. Dean thought for a few moments. “Dayna, do you think we could ask her?” “Not much point. She’s far too preoccupied right now to want to hear about our worries. Ross.” Dean nodded. Ross was a handsome man a few years older than their mother who had met her a few months earlier – and was mightily taken with her. Dayna and Dean (Dayna especially) had been all set to dislike him when their mother informed her that they were going to meet her new “special friend,” as she put it, but to their surprise Ross had turned out to be a likable, easy-going guy who talked to the kids almost as equals, not patronizing them or trying to assume any kind of control over them. It had also helped that Ross was plainly a man of considerable means and enjoyed taking all three of them out to dinner every couple of weeks. Of course, he took their mother, Deidra, out much more often until the point where he had proposed. Dean and Dayna shelved their conversation while they prepared to go out, but it was a conversation often resumed in the weeks and months ahead as they tried to decide – as a team – how to handle the bizarre twist of fate that had landed them with these peculiar powers. Two things had become very clear to both of them. One was that they had to control what they were thinking very carefully so they wouldn’t end up accidentally causing an incident. The other was that they both had to be super-cautious about not letting anyone catch them exercising their powers. Dean hadn’t fully realized the importance of this at first, but Dayna had brought him down to earth with a bump by mentioning medical science and dissection tables – in somewhat gruesome detail. When they were sixteen years old, their lives suddenly and abruptly changed. Ross and Deidra got married, and suddenly the twins found themselves yanked out of their bland, boring middle-class existence in Los Angeles and landed in a beautiful hilltop ranch bungalow in San Diego, with a big infinity pool outside and a splendid view of the Pacific Ocean beyond. It wasn’t easy for them to make friends in this kind of environment, in part because they were outsiders in a very self-contained and self-aware social world, but also because of their secret. Ross had enrolled both of them as individual members of his country club, sponsoring them and paying their entrance fees and the first ten years of annual subscription without even batting an eye. Dean made more use of the club than Dayna, as a rule, since he loved swimming so much. There was a beautiful fifty-metre outdoor pool close by the club house, and Dean could often be found in it, swimming in the lap lanes. Dayna would more likely be seen sunning herself on one of the loungers. In the end, they had decided not to tell anyone but to keep the secret strictly to themselves for the time being. Life rolled on, with Dayna quickly becoming a star-in-waiting at her new community theatre company, and Dean fitting in better at his new swim club than at school. He did some fooling around with a couple of other swim club members, mostly involving hurried and clandestine circle jerks and sucking off. Then it came time to go to university, and Dean had actually gotten a swimming scholarship at a small university. There, he had made many friends, more than he’d ever had in his life actually, and had gotten into some much more serious sexual activity with teammates and with other guys he’d met at the campus bars. Dean knew perfectly well that he wanted to get fucked, but it seemed that all the gay guys he met were exclusively bottoms. His cock didn’t mind working over a series of hot holes at all and he grew to relish the fun of blasting a hot load inside a tight young ass, but his own ass felt somewhat neglected and needy. Dean had to resort to playing with toys while waiting and hoping for a Top Prince Charming to appear and sweep him off his feet. It finally happened in his third year at school, when his college had a dual meet with the swim team of one of the big universities in Los Angeles. And there, to his surprise, was his old youthful crush Mike, now looking even hotter and sexier as an assistant coach of the opposing team. Dean had set good times throughout the meet and had swum to first place in the 100m breaststroke final. As he’d climbed down from the podium, Mike had been right there, congratulating one of his own team on a personal best time. Then he’d turned to Dean and shaken his hand, grinning as he did so in a meaning way that said, “I remember you, and I know what you wanted to do. It’s time.” It was a good thing Dean was finished competing for the weekend, because that look would have ruined his concentration and his technique completely. There were still one or two events to go, but Dean wandered over to the spa tub by the diving tower. It was empty because there were no diving events this week. He sank gratefully into the warm water, feeling the pulsing jets, and leaned back against the side with his eyes closed. No fear of accidentally ending up somewhere else – Dean’s entire mind was filled with images of Mike, his massive chest and solid abs clearly on view through a tight white tee shirt, his cock bulging noticeably in his deck shorts. And then, memories of Mike at a younger age, when Dean was just discovering himself as gay, and watching Mike strutting his stuff around the pool in the club speedos. Suddenly, his reverie was broken by a deep voice. “Okay if I join?” Dean’s eyes snapped open to find Mike grinning down at him, stripped down to a speedo. It was a very knowing and appreciative grin – which is when Dean realized that he was busy rubbing his cock bulge and it had become painfully hard. It was immediately obvious that Mike was enjoying the sight very much, as his own cock was making a distinct lump in his tight suit. Dean nodded, and Mike dropped down into the tub, sitting down in a carefully chosen spot – close enough to reach, far enough to conceal his intentions from any nosy third parties. They exchanged quick catch-up bulletins about what they’d each been doing for the last half-dozen years. While they were chatting, Dean found it increasingly difficult to keep the thread of the conversation going as Mike’s foot had begun rubbing insistently against the front of his suit. After fifteen minutes or so, Mike hauled himself out and quickly grabbed a towel. Dean followed his example, and then Mike said, “Come on – let’s hit the showers.” As they were walking towards the change rooms, Mike added meaningly, “The best part of this facility is that the shower cubicles are nice and big.” Dean grinned. Mike led the way to the last shower cubicle at the far end of the empty shower area, and pulled the curtain closed as soon as they were both inside, then turned on the water. He grabbed Dean and pulled him under the spray, kissing him forcefully as he ground his bulge against Dean’s. After making out for a minute or so, he broke the kiss and gasped out, “On your knees and show me what you can do!” Dean understood that Mike was going to be calling all the shots and he dropped down onto the floor, then wrapped his mouth around the bulge in Mike’s wet swimsuit, sucking on it and blowing hot air into it. The combination of heat and moisture caused Mike’s tool to jump and pulsate a few times, and Dean could taste the sweetness of Mike’s precum as he slurped away at the soaking-wet material. That taste inspired him to get rid of the obstacle, and he fished out the drawstrings of Mike’s speedo, untied them, and pulled the suit out to clear Mike’s erect cock before sliding it down to the floor. He then took Mike in his hand, sucking and slurping at the juice oozing out of the head, and then taking the shaft into his mouth. Mike groaned audibly above him as Dean began going right to town on his dick. He might never have been fucked, but he was definitely an experienced and skillful cocksucker by now, and he gave Mike’s eight-incher the full treatment, while Mike grabbed the back of his head to guide him up and down. Before long, Mike moaned that he was about to cum, but Dean kept right on going until Mike’s tool convulsed in his mouth, jetting a big load of man cream into Dean’s throat. Dean busily sucked and swallowed until Mike’s orgasm finally died away. Then he got to his feet, ready to go and shower on his own in another cubicle – but Mike stopped him. “Where do you think you’re heading off to? Get back in here.” Mike then dropped onto the floor and returned the treatment in full, and Dean realized that Mike might want to be in control, but he was prepared to give and take. In this case, he gave Dean’s cock an epic tongue bath and full suction therapy, and it wasn’t long before he got to take it all as Dean’s excitement overcame him, and his dick fired off several spurts into Mike’s busily working mouth. At that, Dean felt sure that the games were over, but he was wrong again. “Come on back to my place. You got wheels?” “No. I came on the bus.” “I’ll take you, then.” It took about fifteen minutes for them to clean up for real, dry off, get dressed, and get out to Mike’s car. It then took a mere five minutes for Mike, a classic California maniac driver, to get them to his apartment. Once they were into his bedroom, they resumed making out as they got undressed again. This time, it was Dean who was stripped all the way down first as Mike couldn’t wait to get at his buns. Mike all but tore Dean’s briefs off in his rush to explore that sexy ass. In a moment, he had his face buried in between Dean’s nicely rounded cheeks and was kissing and licking Dean’s hole for all he was worth. Dean was in heaven, discovering new and astonishing sensations every moment as Mike worked on his cheeks and hole for all he was worth. Then Mike decided it was time to work a finger inside Dean -- and got a surprise. The hole refused to give. He tried again and got the same response. “Uhh, dude, you’re gonna have to relax a bit, I can’t even get a finger into you.” “I’m trying, Mike, I really am.” “Holy shit, are you telling me you’re a fucking virgin?” “Yeah, that’s right.” “Okay, we’re definitely going to need some more help here. Lie on the bed, face up.” Dean did as he was told, while Mike opened the bedtable drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. “Okay, man, lift your legs up and apart.” Dean complied. Mike squirted a generous glob of lube onto his fingers, smearing some of it on Dean’s tight knot. Dean sighed at the cool sensation of the gel on him. Mike slid a finger into the pool of lube, and then began rubbing it back and forth over that tight little button until it gradually softened and began to twitch. Then he pushed a bit and the tip of his finger popped right in, boldly going where no man had gone before. Mike kept twisting his finger around in Dean’s ass, working the hole and encouraging it to flex as he told Dean to “Just keep breathing deeply and slowly.” It was working. Dean’s hole was slowly relaxing its death grip on Mike’s finger, and in another minute Mike was able to slide a second finger in alongside the first. After a few more minutes, Mike felt that Dean was about as ready as he could be. He asked, “Are you ready for my cock now, Dean?” “Fuck, Mike, I’ve been ready for that cock for years. Yeah, I want it. Give it to me now.” Mike planted the tip of his rigid cock against Dean’s hole, told him again to relax and breathe deeply, and began to push. It took a minute of steady pressure, and then Dean’s hole yielded, and Mike was inside him. Dean gasped from the pain, even though he wanted to scream. Mike’s dick was neither short nor thin, and his hole was desperately trying to squeeze the intruder back out. But at the same time, Dean knew that he needed this, that he wanted it, that Mike was taking him through the last and biggest rite of passage of being a full-fledged active gay man. Tears stood in Dean’s eyes and sweat beaded his forehead. “Are you okay? Do you want me to take it out?” “Hell, no! It hurts, but don’t stop. Get that thing all the way inside me and fill me up with your load. I want it!” Mike kept leaning against the pressure, and slowly his dick slid farther and farther up the channel until his entire eight inches was buried inside Dean, and his pelvis was pressed right against Dean’s ass cheeks. Then Mike laid down on top of Dean and began making out with him some more – a good choice, since the passionate kissing action took Dean’s mind off the battle down below. Eventually, Dean’s muscles stopped fighting against Mike, and he was able to begin sliding out and then back in. Mike was a considerate fucker, and was deliberately going slow and easy, both to let Dean get used to the whole sensation of being fucked, and to let himself keep making out with Dean while he was fucking. At last, Dean opened his eyes, looked at Mike, and said, “Okay, Mike, I’m ready. Give me my first real fucking.” With that permission, Mike geared up and really went nuts in Dean’s ass, pounding fast and hard and deep. He rolled Dean onto his side and spooned him. He rolled Dean onto his face and drove his meat down into that no-longer-virgin hole, He pulled Dean up onto all fours and drove straight into him from behind. Dean was rapidly learning how to work his ass muscles on the cock inside him, and Mike moaned his approval as Dean’s hole stroked and milked him. It was too good to last long. Mike pushed Dean down onto his face again and hammered down into him, bottoming out with every stroke and bouncing off Dean’s prostate. Dean suddenly arched his pelvis upwards, cried out, “Cumming!”, and proceeded to blow his first-ever hands-free cum all over Mike’s bed sheets. The sudden contractions of his hole triggered Mike, and in another moment Dean was taking the first load of his life deep inside his ass. The sheer energy of the fuck had both of them breathing deep and hard as they flopped onto the bed again. Mike was still on top of Dean, and Dean loved that closeness, as well as the way Mike nuzzled at the side of his face until he turned his head so they could kiss again. At last, Dean spoke. “Oh, fuck, that was amazing. Thanks, Mike. I so needed that.” Mike laughed. “You’re welcome. But don’t think you’re off the hook. Look at the time! We need to get some food, and then it’s your turn to return the favour. Pizza?” Pizza it was. They scarfed a whole extra-large pie, downed a couple of beers each, and headed right back to bed, where Dean returned the favour, demonstrating his much more advanced top skills in Mike’s firm, round, muscular ass. After each of them had cum again, their third loads of the day, they were both feeling sleepy. Mike said, “Stay if you like,” and Dean consented, snuggling up against Mike as Mike pulled the sheet up over them.” Dean’s last thought as he dozed off was, “What a day. First place finish, first time getting fucked, and first sleepover with the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life.” In the morning, Mike whipped up some killer French toast for breakfast. That and a big pot of coffee set both of them up for another day. “Can I drop you anywhere?” “No, thanks, Mike, just point me to the nearest bus stop. My place is off on the other side of town anyway.” “Okay. But I’d be happy to get together with you and do this again if you feel like it.” Dean eagerly nodded, and they swapped numbers. Then Mike accompanied him to the door, and they exchanged one more deep kiss before Dean waved goodbye and sauntered off down the hall. Of course, he had no intention of walking to, let alone getting on, the bus. As soon as Mike closed the door, he dodged into the stairwell, closed his eyes, and disappeared.

**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 17. At home, Tom immediately ran to his own room and closed the door behind him. Tom tore off his clothes except for his jockstraps. Tom dug out the condoms and untied them. Very quickly Tom had replaced the butt plug with condoms in his ass. All three condoms were hanging from Tom's asshole so that the open ends of the rubbers were inside Tom. Tom took a picture of his ass and sent it to Mark and Peter. It wasn't true that I would never have a condom in my ass again, wrote Tom as an accompaniment. Even now I have three that I found in the park toilet trash. One by one, Tom emptied the contents of the condoms into his ass, taking a new picture in between each one, which he sent to the men. GOOD JOB, replied Peter quickly. There was also encouraging feedback from Mark. Mark also wrote that he had guessed that the video trailer would activate the young cum pig again. At the exact same moment, the door to Tom's room opened and Tom's older brother, Dan, who was two years older, entered. Dan stared at Tom, who still had three empty condoms hanging from his ass. "WHAT THE HELL," yelled Dan. He had been home when Tom had rushed home in the middle of the day and had come to see if Tom was all right. "WHAT THE HELL. ARE YOU PICTURED HERE WITH YOUR OWN ASS AND ARE THOSE RUBBERS IN YOUR ASS" yelled Dan. Tom was very scared. Dan is not allowed to tell the parents what Tom has done. Dan calmed down a bit and came to sit next to Tom on the bed. Dan wanted Tom to tell him everything that was going on here. And Tom told. Tom told all about the previous weekend. He told about Mark, Peter, the sauna and the recent visit to the toilet. He told about the man who had thrown Tom's butt plug into the urinal. He told about how he had taken condoms out of the trash and emptied their contents into himself. Tom showed how his useless cock was crushed in a chastity cage. And that he had just sent Mark and Peter pictures of himself. He also told about the video he had received in the morning. Tom told absolutely everything. Even the fact that Peter and Mark's sauna is very popular among poz men. Dan was silent for a long time. After that, Dan asked to see the video. Tom opened the video on his cell phone and handed the phone to Dan. Dan watched the entire video and listened as Tom begged men he couldn't even see to inject their dirty sperm into Tom. Dan was silent again for a long time. Sometimes looked Tom in the eyes and sometimes the condoms still hanging from Tom's ass. Finally, Dan pulled the condoms from Tom's ass and grabbed the ass plug next to Tom. He shoved it up Tom's ass and said he was jealous of Tom. Dan was jealous of Tom's courage. Dan had never once had sex with any man, even though he had been dreaming about it for several years.

**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 14. The next morning, Tom woke up from Mark's bedroom. He couldn't remember how he got there. Tom was in the middle of the bed, Mark on the left and Peter on the right. Mark and Peter had already woken up earlier. It soon became clear to Tom that Mark and Peter were a couple, and Gay Sauna was the business they ran together. Peter took care of Sauna's practical matters and Mark organized events and programs in Sauna. Very soon Tom realized that he had been the attraction of the previous evening. Mark and Peter's Sauna was especially popular with poz men, but Mark and Peter assured that almost all the gays in the city went there. Some of the negative customers used prep and some did not. Some of the poz men were also medicated, but according to Peter and Mark's understanding, some were sometimes off meds. Peter said that there has always been a big bowl of condoms at the reception desk since the sauna was founded, but neither of them had ever seen anyone take rubber out of the bowl. Also, neither of them had ever seen anyone use rubber in the sauna. Peter happily said that last night had beaten all previous records. Never before had so many men visited the sauna during the same evening. The advertising tour at the beach had been a blast. The pictures taken of Tom on the beach riding Mark's cock and his face covered in sperm had circulated throughout the day in the city's gay community and advertised the main event of the evening. "Innocent looking young man, but whenever possible an uninhibited cum pig". Tom was absolutely stunned. How was Mark able to advertise Tom's fucking, even though Tom hadn't even promised to go to the sauna with Mark? "You can't be that naive," said Peter. "As soon as you took the condom off my cock on Friday, it was clear that you can't stop taking cum if there's just cum available. You're nothing but a natural cumdump," laughed Mark. "Do you realize that those fifteen minutes on Friday were the first and last time you had a condom up your ass. You wouldn't be happy if the man inside you shot his sperm into the condom. You just want raw cock and you never say no to loads," said Peter. "When I watched your breeding on the hidden camera on Friday, I immediately realized that we have a real treasure in our hands. A pure no load refused cum bucket," continued Peter. Yesterday in the sauna, Tom couldn't get enough of cock and sperm. Fucking and breeding had continued long into the night. In the end, Mark and Peter just had to close the place when the men were tired and went home. Fortunately, Tom had finally fallen asleep. Mark had put the butt plug that Peter had given back into Tom's gaping ass. And there it still is. Tom was shocked. These older men had read Tom like an open book and everything that had happened after Friday was carefully planned.

**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 13. What Tom didn't know was that the moment he was blindfolded, two videographers had appeared around the sling, accurately recording every load of sperm injected into Tom. The cameras accurately record every man who ejaculates and what Tom's face looks like when the sperm is emptied into Tom's hole. Everyone can see that Tom was born to be a cumdump. You can see from Tom's face that he highly values every sperm load. Mark thought this would be an important piece of evidence for Tom in case he began to doubt the wisdom of letting the anon men empty their sperm into Tom's bare ass. You can also see from the video that sperm is always sperm. Tom's reaction is always exactly as horny whether it's the sperm of a fat man, a homeless man or a young muscular stud. The men who had a biohazard tattoo on their chest were no exception either. Equally grateful, Tom accepted the hot load of sperm. Another new man was about to fuck Tom's ass, when Mark came to Tom's side. Mark whispered if Tom wanted blindfold taken out. Tom nodded in agreement. It took Tom a while to get used to the light again, but soon he saw that this time he was being fucked by the reception clerk. After a while, Tom noticed that there was a small scorpion tattooed next to the clerk's cock. A bit later Tom realized what that meant. He had seen a similar tattoo in a video and remembered that the name of the video had been something like "Scorpio pozzes willing negative hole". Tom desperately looked into Mark's eyes, but couldn't get a word out of his mouth. Mark smiled, nodded and stroked Tom's head. “You just have to say if you want Peter to stop fucking. Peter will do it right away if you want”, said Mark. The problem was, Tom didn't want to. It was just as Mark had said earlier. Tom's ass was Tom's only sexual organ. Tom felt alive as the raw cock moved back and forth in Tom's ass, finally injecting his nectar of life deep into Tom's guts. "Yes breed me, please" was all that came out of Tom's mouth. At the same time, Tom noticed how one video camera was filming Tom's face, the other was filming the back and forth movement of Scorpio's cock in Tom's ass. The movements became more jerky and finally Peter released his sperm inside Tom. "Yeah, you little neg slut. Take my toxic sperm," shouted Peter. When Tom's heat leveled off a little, he asked Mark what those cameramen think they are doing. It is absolutely impossible that they can film Tom taking bare cocks and loads one after one in a sling. Mark comforted that the video will only be for Tom's own use, if he so wishes. Doesn't he remember how Blake had also been in the video and how hot the movie had looked. But it's entirely up to Tom who shows the movie. If Tom wants, he can also destroy the videos right at the end of the evening. But he still recommends that Tom at least watch the videos before they are destroyed. Again the new cock pushed into Tom's now wide open hole. Tom was no longer able to discuss the video with Mark because the new cock and man took all of Tom's attention. Tom thought he'd discuss this video thing with Mark later and once again surrendered to the wonderful filling sensation of a brand new raw cock.

**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 11. Mark's words resonated in Tom's mind. "Everyone wants to empty their sacks on such an innocent boy". If he goes to a motel now, will he lose his chance to get a cock? Mark said that after he took Tom to the motel, he will go to the same Gay Sauna again today that they went to earlier. Mark said he wants to make sure there's even more action than during the day. “Is it so dangerous if he didn't go anywhere near GH? That nasty man is hardly even there anymore when he was already in the day and had his seed emptied," thought Tom. "Would it be possible if I came to the sauna with you for a while longer," Tom heard himself ask Mark. Crap, thought Tom. Mark immediately replied that it was fine. As soon as Tom wants to go to a motel, Mark promises to take him. Mark quickly put on the leather clothes he was wearing in the photo he had sent to Tom on Grinder. Tom thought Mark looked hotter than ever. It wasn't long before Tom and Mark were standing at Sauna's reception again. The clerk nodded with satisfaction and asked if Tom had been a nice boy? "If the ass plug is still in place, you both get in for free," said the clerk. Tom hummed sheepishly at the clerk who patted Tom's ass and said, well done. "Welcome in! A lot more people have come here today than a normal Saturday night. The men seem to be very excited," the clerk said and winked at Mark. When Tom and Mark entered the Sauna side, it was indeed very busy. On all the walls stood men alone or in groups. Some were wearing leather clothes similar to Mark's, some were completely naked, some were wearing leather vests and some were in jockstraps like Tom himself. Tom looked lustfully as there were all kinds of men. Different ages, different skin colors, fat or very thin, some had piercings on their penises and some had tattoos. Mark asked Tom if he wanted to go see what was going on at the Glory Hole wall again. Tom shuddered and said absolutely not. He doesn't want to get any more of anon cock inside him today. Mark stated that then a sling can be a good option, because on it Tom can always see who is pushing the cock in ass. Tom told Mark that sounds good. "Today I want to choose who gets to fuck me and if necessary the man has to use a condom," confirmed Tom. Mark helped Tom climb into the sling. Lifted Tom's long and muscular legs into the leg loops of the sling. Mark still secured Tom's legs and arms with leather belts because he didn't want Tom to fall off the swing. There Tom was lying in a leather sling in a very crowded gay sauna. Tom's just 18 year old desirable ass open and available. Mark pulled the butt plug out of Tom's ass and held it up high so all the men in the room could see it. Mark asked Tom if he wants to get a real thing in his ass again after a long time. Tom timidly replied that he would. Mark said he has to say out loud what he wants. Tom replied loudly that he wants Mark to fuck him. Mark placed his cock at Tom's entrance but told Tom again. You have to say out loud that what you want. "Do you want me to wrap my cock in a condom?" "NO," shouted Tom with all his might. "Put your raw cock deep in my ass. Please Mark, fuck me with your bare cock, Please," cried Tom. At the same time, Mark plunged his raw cock straight into Tom's ass, balls deep. There were loud whispers around Sling. "Greedy cumboy", "Yes breed him", "What a cock-hungry little whore", "sweet baby bugchaser"... All the men were clearly excited by what they saw. The men's hard cocks glistened in the dim light as Mark hammered the ass on offer in the sling.

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

Monday, Day 1 I waved goodbye to my wife as she drove off to spend two weeks with her sister at some spa. She does this quite often and I always end up enjoying myself when she does. First, just because it is healthy for couples to spend some time apart, but also because it lets me do some stuff I would rather she not know about. See, although I love my wife, and I consider myself straight, I have a secret: every now and then I login in to one of the gay sites, get out some lube and my poppers, strip down to a jock and search for guys to have phone sex with. I would edge myself for hours until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I know a lot of build up for something pretty tame but hey, we all have our quirks. Plus I figure it is the safest version of cheating on her I can do. I mean it isn’t like I am going to catch anything from my hand. After she left I went back inside the house and finished getting ready for work. Just as I was about to leave a kinky thought popped in my head and I ran upstairs. Stripping of my suit pants and boxer briefs I grabbed my jock from the drawer and slid into it. I love the way the black Bike jock framed my ass. My Polish, Irish mix looks great in black, the pale skin and dark black dense body hair just looks great. My cock gave a slight twitch at my kinky thought, but before I let it go too far I got dressed and headed out. All day while at work I felt that jock hugging my ass and the tight pouch pressing my cock and ball tight against my body. I ended up having to take a quick bathroom break more than once as I could feel the precum, which felt super slick, particularly when I was walking, dripping between my legs and over my ass. Finally the end of the day came and I started home from work. The constant stimulation all day made me really horny and all I could think about. I just wanted to get home strip down and find some guys for some phone edging. As I got home climbed out of my car, I saw my neighbor and waved hello. My wife and I are friendly enough with his husband and he, and we occasionally exchange invitations to parties. He and his husband moved in about three years ago and they are a sweet couple. As soon as I got inside I started ripping off my clothes off and throwing them everywhere. Fuck it, there was no one home but me to bitch, so I could do whatever I wanted. Stripped to my jock I made my way to the garage where we have a second fridge and (naturally) where I hide my poppers. I love the feel of walking around more or less naked. In addition, the garage just smells amazing. I felt a little self-conscious as I passed in front of several windows, but part of me was enough of an exhibitionist that I sort of liked the idea that I might be caught. In any event, when I reached the fridge I grabbed my Berlin XXX and, again a little self-conscious, I hesitated for only a moment before I twisted the cap and took a sniff, then another, and another, and yet another. A flush came over me so, of course, I took another deep breath. The slightly smell of the garage, gasoline and unfinished lumber, combined with my own body musk, overwhelmed me. By now the idea of being watched also made my cock twitch. Before I could change my mind I lay down on the dirty floor and started working my nipples. The popper rush flooded my senses, invoking a guttural moan. My hand wandered down, pulled aside the jock pouch, and took my cock to task. Seven uncut inches, possessing lots of foreskin, and dripping precum, stood straight up from my dense bush. With deep pleasure my hand began to jack myself. Each time I raised my arm I caught the scent of my pits, and a sense of deep satisfaction controlled me. This was what it was to be a man. I managed to grab the bottle and take another couple of hits, but never did I pause in pleasuring my cock. Fuck, it was so hot: mostly naked on the filthy garage floor, all the little manly smells, my ass on the cold concrete. Normally I would edge but I just wanted to shoot my load so bad,and after four more hits and I can’t help it: the sweat dripped off me as I fucked my hand. I ran my hand through my chest hair and start to lick the salty sweat mix. It tasted so good. I was getting closer and could feel myself reaching the point of no return. Just to push myself over the edge, I grabbed the bottle of poppers to take another hit when I heard a knock at the front door. Startled I immediately stop stroking, capped the bottle, shoved my dripping cock back in my jock strap, I cast about to hide the poppers, and settled on shoving them in the pouch next to my cock. Then, making my way to the front of the house, I grabbed some running shorts and a tank top from the laundry room, pulling them on within seconds, and opened the front door - a little sweaty, perhaps, but respectable. To my surprise, my my neighbor was standing on the stoop, dressed in some running gear. “Hey, I saw the wife leave and figured you might be lonely on your first day, so I figured to invite you out for a run with me and Tom. Gotta make sure you don’t end up with a Dad bod. Although looks like you might have already been working out. You look a bit flushed” I paniced a bit and without thinking just replied 'Sure', and asked what time he wanted to get together. "We usually run around 6:00 during the summer. We head from our development through the park at the end of the block, around the high school and then back. Takes about an hour and has a nice variation in terrain so you don’t get bored." I paused for a second, and without thinking shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The bottle move in my pouch and and involuntary 'Fuck' crossed my mind as it slid out of the leg of my shorts and hit the carpet. Thankfully if bounced behind the door and I don’t think he saw it. In any event, I confirmed I'd be over at 6:00 PM for a run and, upon closing the door, I fall against it, breathing heavily, completely relieved I had managed not to let on what I was doing. Then, taking a couple deep breathes to clear my lungs I headed upstairs to take a quick shower. Yeah, I know it's stupid to shower if one is going running, but I knew there was a ton of crap on my back that I had picked-up from the garage floor. Afterwards I got out of the shower, grabbed a fresh jock and clean running shorts, checked myself in the mirror and went downstairs for a light snack before heading over to the neighbors'. Monday Evening Having got myself squared away I put on my best face and headed next door, I love wearing running shorts. I tend to favor the short nylon kind, in black of course, with the built in underwear (I cut that part out seems superfluous since I always wear a jock) and my black under armour compression tank. Anyways I knocked on the door. Within seconds Tom's husband Mike opened the door. The two men are different as night and day. Tom is big and more built with dark hair somewhat like mine while Mike is a ginger with a slightly smaller build. The only thing they both have in common is the amount of body hair. Both are like me in that regard: all three of us have thick, dense chest hair and furry legs with dense pit hair. Mike was shirtless, but still wearing his dress trousers. “Hey, Tom said you were joining us. Come on in and take a seat. I just got home and need to change, but I'll be right down. If you want a drink or just to chat, Tom is out on the back deck.” I had never really been in their house before so just sort of walked in the general direction of the kitchen figuring their layout couldn’t be much different than mine. Tom was on the back deck drinking water and looking ready to go he was staring off into his yard, probably doing what I tend to do and imagine what little project to add next. I stepped out onto the patio and grabbed an offered water bottle from off the table. I did the usual look around thing and admired their backyard. A set of stairs led up to the second floor deck that must come off their bedroom. All in all it was a nice way to spend any evening. I unscrewed the water bottle and took a long drink and almost gagged, it had a weird taste to it and left a nasty after taste on my tongue. I sputtered a little and Tom turned around. “Whoops that one is for Mike not you, he like to add a special supplement to his to help him try and get bigger. But you might as well finish it off. I'll make Mike another. The other bottles don't have the supplements, so feel free to take one of those after you finish that one. But who knows? Maybe you will like the effects. He says it gives him lots of energy and that he can go for hours after just the one bottle.” Screwing up my face I figured what the hell and downed it quickly so as not to taste it that much. I then grabbed the other bottle and cracked it open take a big drink and getting the flavor out. Damn, I had no idea what he added to the water, but I could definitely feel the additives kicking in. I suddenly had lots of energy and was positively antsy to go for a run. Mike came down dressed in blue running gear to match mine and we were ready to go. Tom re-explained the course to me and we were off. I kept paces with them and after ten minutes a good sweat was dripping off my body. I seemed hyper aware of the way the compression tank was slightly rubbing my nipples. My cock started getting hard and I was glad I was wearing my jock. We had cleared the park and were circling around the high school heading back when they started picking up the pace. First Mike took the lead, then Tom. I found myself working hard to keep up and was doing a god job until we got back into the wooded area near the park. Sweat was really dripping off me now as I followed them through the woods, branches brushing my skin that seemed hyper aware, a steady dripping of precum leaking out of my cock. I could feel the precum as it joined the stream of sweat running down my legs. I was afraid I would lose them when we finally broke free and were back in the development heading back to their place. We reached the steps and I mostly collapsed panting like a dog, sweat plastering my body hair to me. Tom and Mike chuckled and went inside inviting me to come on in. I hesitated remarking "I'm covered with sweat." Mike laughed answering "So are we. Stop being stupid and take a load off your feet." “We are just gonna go grab a cool shower, there is another one in the guest room if you want to do the same and I am sure I can find some short for you to throw on. How about you stay for dinner, we are grilling tonight and well Mike makes the most amazing meat.” With that, Tom smiled at Mike, who blushed, and ran upstairs. With an offer like that how could I refuse? I made my way with them upstairs to the guest room where I found the second bath. Stripping off my sweaty clothes I prepared to get in the shower. I started by rubbing the soap first all over my chest and pits. Fuck, it felt good. My skin was still tingling from whatever was in that water. My cock was rock hard, so I almost involuntarily began a one-handed slow jack of my cock, as my other hand played with my soapy balls, and also tickled the area behind them, which naturally caused me gasp in pleasure. I began to wander and let my finger slide further right against my hole, making small circles around my hole. Involuntarily I found myself gasping lightly. Fuck, it was amazing. Lubing myself with some soap, I began playing with my hole in earnest. I was surprised with what ease my finger slid into my hole - first one, then a second, and finally a third. Forgetting my cock, I went to town on my hole, plunging my fingers in and out. I found mself struggling not to openly groan. Then - well, holy shit: a fourth finger slid into my hole. It felt amazing. Maneuvring carefully, I lay down on the floor of the tub and threw my legs up really pounding my hole. A knock on the door brought me out of my stupor. “You okay in there, neighbor?” asked Tom's somewhat muffled voice. Startled and very embarrassed about my actions I stammered out that I was fine just had a cramp and would be out in a second. Quickly washing up I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist to go out into the main room. I looked around and my running gear was gone but nothing was there to replace it. Assuming they had laid out clothing for me somewhere, I stepped into the hallway and approached the master bedroom, looking for my hosts. While I didn't see any clothing set aside for me, nor did I see my hosts, but I did see Mike’s blue jock cast on the floor. In any event I assumed it was his. On impulse I went over grabbed it and sniffed it. Fuck that smelled great, I rubbed my face all over it breathing deep. Hearing footsteps coming from right outside the door I panicked and tucked it under my towel. It was Mike. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You need some clothing. Just grab whatever you find out of the drawers on the right. Tom’s stuff should fit you.” With those instructions, he walked back down the hall. I'm not sure why I did so, but I slipped on his used jock. It was super tight on my butt, still it felt great. Checking out Tom's drawers, I found some basketball shorts and a tank appeared to be the right size, so I pulled the clothing on and went downstairs to hang out and wait for dinner.

It's great hearing about other experiences with Escorts and Porn Stars: My Ex and I would do lots of entertaining for his business: so, I had to make sure everything and everyone was taken care of royally with the BEST food, sex and outside activities that would last for approximately a week. I had a list of guests that would be arriving; before hand, so it was my job to make sure that ALL their needs were taken care of either personally or with outside help. Our business was international so; the tastes of the guests were varied too. Most escorts, We have BOTH shared before and we could definitely weed out the good from the extremely...outstanding based upon our experiences with them. The porn stars, I would call the studio's to determine if they still looked and was very interested in performing our affair; which lasted over days. The live stock that came was first evaluated by myself or my Ex before they would be presented to our guests. So, there was NO WAY would be getting a 'flat tire' in the mix of porn stars. That's someone who really couldn't perform on the SPOT for his fee and bonuses. If the talent was superior; my Ex and I would have them over for our personal use long after the party was over. That's when I learned that being a totally; sleazy, piggy whore was normal and as long as there was talent available; why not take advantage of them. Some fellas ended up with some great international contacts and would away's come back to bonus me out with a FREE rump for a few days. I always enjoyed those types of bonuses; because, that meant they would give their ALL to me for the opportunity for me to keep them on the mailing list for other party's in the future. Or, referrals to our friends for future gigs for them. It's all about being professional and understanding that this is a very small community. Having a good reputation is the ONLY way to stay busy and keep your cocks and holes serviced. My best gift was a birthday present which consist of an entire collection of grade A performers for my benefit. They were made available to me for 3 days. The housekeeper told me that she's worked in major hotels and she had never had this much laundry to do her entire career in housekeeping. Well, that's just the type of pigs were. ONE of our better house guests would fly in from Boston, MA ...a totally...lean, muscular, big cocks..fist'n...big that just would take NO for an answer when we weren't entertaining. Whenever, he felt like he needed lots of action; he would call and say: ' Hopefully, you fellas have room for another, sleazy pig for a few days!' We always did for him.

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here is part 2 finally enjoy =) LOST INNOCENSE AT THE BATHOUSE PART 2 Dean wanted to see Adam’s expression when he first entered him with his bare cock. He never told any of them though what they would actually be getting, but he loved making them beg for him to pump their asses full of his loads. It was a massive turn on to him for the boys, who he pozzed, to see and willingly accept that he was fucking them raw. He was planning on making sure Adam’s first time was going to be something he would never forget. It would be a night of firsts for the eighteen year old teen. First time with smoking Tina, first booty bump, first time being fucked, first load of charged dirty seed, first slam, and finally his first gangbang. Dean put on a porn vid showing a barely legal twink being rimmed by an older daddy type, before climbing between Adam’s legs. He figured the vid would distract Adam, while he got him prepped for his fucking. He tossed the T-laced warming lube on the bed, along with a film canister loaded with Tina shards and powder, plus a can of Maximum Impact and one of his old dirty jocks to spray it on. Adam moaned when Dean grabbed his legs and bent them back towards his head and started to rim him with tongue. He loved the feel of Dean’s five o’clock shadow on his hairless hole whenever Dean pulled back and rubbed his chin and cheeks on it. The boy was going crazy with lust; he had never felt like this before when he had smoked pot. It felt like his body screaming, “It’s finally time to get laid! You’ve been waiting long enough.” The eighteen year old twink’s moans were turning Dean something fierce. His thick eight inches started to ooze pre-cum like water pouring from a faucet. Dean wished he could use just his pre-cum to fuck Adam, but he knew the young virgin boy wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe if he was lucky he would tweak Adam up one more time and just use pre-cum to fuck him with before he left town. Dean poured some of his “T” laced warming lube on Adam’s hole and began to work it into the boy’s ass stretching it for his entry. He knew Adam wouldn’t notice the initial burn of the Tina in the warming lube as he got his ass stretched. The young kid would just think it was his virgin ass being stretched wider and wider to take Dean’s thick man spike. He gave a silent thanks to whatever chemist developed the warming lube it made it so much easier to stealth guys with. “OH GAWD!!!! OH GAWD!!! OH GAWD!!!” seemed to be Adam’s new mantra as Dean worked first one finger, then a second finger in his now blooming teen rose hole. His ass couldn’t seem to get enough of Dean’s fingers, it wanted more and more inside him. “That’s what’s gonna happen to you shortly Adam,” he said motioning Adam to look over at the video screen as he pulled his fingers out. He smiled as the teen’s ass stayed open a bit before slowly closing. It was as if it was begging for Dean to continue working it with his fingers. While Adam was distracted Dean opened the film canister and pulled out a nice sized shard of “T” to booty bump the unsuspecting eighteen year old who was about to take his first of many poz loads up his tight lil’ ass. Adam, who was already really turned on by the joint and fingering his ass had received from Dean, was starting go into overdrove with lust as he watched the older daddy begin to slide his hard raw cock into the twink on screen. Soon another daddy joined the scene and started face fucking the twink as the other one used the boy’s ass. Adam started wishing he was the kid in the video. It just looked so fucking hot. As Adam watched the raw cock work the teen’s ass he almost wished Dean would do that to him. Yet he knew it was safer to have the top covered that’s why he had his baggie of rubbers with him. Wait! Did he remember to bring the bag from patio when he followed Dean into his room? He couldn’t remember if he did or not, but before he could say anything he gasped as the older man’s fingers entered his ass again. Dean grinned as he added a third finger to Adam’s ass pushing the shard inside with his fingers. He began tearing into the teen’s fuck tunnel with his fingers as he worked the shard in. He wanted to make sure the boy’s hole was torn up enough to take his toxic seed and start the pozzing process. He knew his PA would cause more damage once he began fucking the boy, but liked to make sure he was doing the job thoroughly. “Shit! That hurts,” moaned Adam as he felt like Dean was ripping up his ass. “Shh, babe just making sure you’re nice and stretched so it won’t hurt as much as I slide this beef stick in that lil pussy of yours,” Dean said with an evil smirk that was lost on Adam. Before long Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s fingers felt inside him. He needed more inside him. It was like his ass wouldn’t be satisfied until it was getting fucked. “SHIT MAN!!!! COME ON!!!! GIVE ME THAT FAT DICK!!! FUCK ME!!!! COME ON FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!!!!!” Adam couldn’t believe he was begging this older 6’, 285 lbs. daddy to fuck his 5’6”, 120lbs. eighteen year old body like he was a girl. What was coming over him? He needed to be fucked bad, really bad. He needed to feel that eight inch, red bull thick, huge mushroom headed, pierced cock fucking him like the twink in the video. Dean grinned down at the virgin boy he was about to fuck and breed full of his toxic seed. He always stopped taking his meds about a week before he went out to the baths to make sure he was primed to stealth young hot twinks. “Here sniff on this Adam while I finish getting ready to pop that cherry of yours,” Dean said reaching down and spraying his dirty three week old jock with a large amount of Maximum Impact. Once the jock covered Adam’s face Dean got up and opened the door to his room completely so others could see Adam lose his cherry to his raw fuck stix. He quickly climbed back on the bed lubing his dick with more of the “T” tainted warming gel and sprinkled his huge mushroom head with some “T” powder. He pulled the dirty jock off Adam’s face one more time and sprayed it again before placing it back on the boy’s face. This time he didn’t cover Adam’s eyes. He wanted to watch the boy’s expression as he felt Dean’s raw cock enter his tight ass. Adam was flying from the stuff Dean had made him smell in the dirty jock as he felt the older man begin to push on his hole. It was painful despite all the finger work Dean had done on him, but he wanted it really, bad. Dean was waiting for him to open up a bit more. As tempted as he was just to rip the hell out of the virgin boy, he wanted Adam to be so tweaked and into the fuck he wouldn’t realize or care how abused his hole was as each and every guy used it in the pig sling room later. As soon as he did that his ass relaxed and opened enough for Dean’s huge mushroom cap to enter where nothing had entered before except a few fingers. “FUCK!!!!!!!!!” Adam yelped loudly as Dean entered and paused. Adam began to pant rapidly from the intrusion of the massively thick cock. At first he didn’t think he could take it, but the longer Dean held it there the better it felt. He was starting to want more of this daddy’s thick eight inches buried in his ass. Dean sprayed the jock one more time dropping back over the boy’s nose and mouth, leaving his eyes uncovered so he could watch Adam’s eyes as a new poz cum slut was born. He waited until he was certain Adam was flying, before beginning to push deeper inside the no longer virgin boy. He knew in a matter of minutes once he was buried deep inside Adam and began his slow fucking the boy would be in total slut mode. He could already sense a couple guys standing outside the door watching. Once Adam was in full slut mode he would invite them in to watch and join in. But before he did that he was going to make the boy know he was being fucked raw and beg like a good lil’ slut for Dean’s load. Dean began to force his cock deeper and deeper into Adam making the innocent boy moan loader with each inch that sank into his neg ass. He loved how hot and tight his new bitch’s ass felt on his poz meat spike. He was looking forward to contrasting this feel with the one he would give Adam before helping the boy dress at the end of the fuckfest. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a cock buried in his ass. He wished he had started earlier if he had known it felt this good. “FUCK MAN!!! THIS FEELS SO GOOD!” Adam moaned loudly. “I haven’t even started yet slut, wait ‘til I get I start pumping your sweet lil’ pussy and breed it.” Dean chuckled, beginning to pull out and shove his dick back in the teen beneath him. He was quickly pulling almost out before slamming back in Adam. “SHIT!!! OH FUCK!!!! YES!!!!” Adam began chanting over and over as Dean picked up speed fucking the eighteen year old harder and harder. He started pushing back to meet each downward thrust. This was so fucking good Adam thought. He wanted more and more of Dean’s cock. He just couldn’t get enough of it. He loved the thick meat pounding him and really loved how the PA felt on his prostrate each time it hit his boy button. Once Dean was sure Adam was really getting into the fuck he decided it was time to let the twink know he was being fucked raw. He reached down and grabbed one of Adam’s hands and brought it back to his cunt which was still being pounded by Dean. “Here bitch feel how good my fuck stix feels going in your sweet pussy,” he said grinning as he wrapped Adam’s hand around the slick meat spike working his ass. “You’re taking it like the good fucking slut you are.” Adam couldn’t believe this thick piece of man meat was making him feel so good. He was enjoying the feel of the thick tool working his ass, when he realized he didn’t feel the bottom of the rubber. He began running his hand up and down Dean’s cock shaft searching for the rubber, but there was none. His eyes widen as he realized he was being barebacked. No this was wrong he had to get Dean to stop and put one on! “You’re not wearing a rubber! You gotta stop and put one on! Please stop Dean!” Adam begged. Dean loved the shocked expression of Adam as he realized his was being barebacked. Now it was time to make him beg for Dean’s load to be pumping in his slut boy pussy. “You didn’t ask for one when we started and I’m not stopping ‘til I load that cunt of yours with my jizz. Besides I never wear a condom it feels better raw. Besides you were enjoying it before you knew you were getting it raw up your slut ass,” with that he started long dicking Adam hard and fast. Every once in a while he would pull completely out before slamming back in deep and hard. The overwhelming sensation of skin against skin quickly Adam made forget about Dean fucking him bareback. Dean was right it felt so good and he was once again moaning and begging for Dean’s cock. If being fucked raw felt this good, then covered must not be that good. He then vaguely remembered guy friends saying fucking a girl bareback was a thousand times better than wearing a rubber. So maybe it was okay to be fucked by Dean like this. “SHIT!!!! FUCK ME!!!! HARDER!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!! HARDER!!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!” Adam howled as he was getting turned on more and more. He needed it bad and wanted to get as much dick as possible in him. He had never imagined he would ever feel like this in his life. Adam never wanted it to stop. “See bitch, you like it raw don’t ya?” Dean asked as he continued to pummel Adam’s pussy. “YES!!!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!!!!” “You want my charged load huh bitch?” Dean asked with an evil smile realizing Adam didn’t know what he was asking. “FUCK YES!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! BREED ME WITH IT!!!!” Adam demanded being totally lost in lust now from the “T”. He wanted to feel this daddy’s load being pumped inside him. He no longer cared about a rubber only being fucked as much as possible. Adam couldn’t believe how energized he was getting fucked by Dean. This could go on forever as so far as he was concerned. He was pushing back to get more of Dean inside him. “Hell ya cunt I’m gonna fill your fucking pussy with my charged jizz slut,” “FUCK YA!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! I WANT YOUR LOAD!!!!” Feeling his balls starting to tingle as he punch fucked Adam, Dean asked the boy, “You want my charged load? Well fucking beg for me to charge your cunt with my load,” Dean commanded the still innocent boy. “FUCKIN’ CHARGE MY ASS!!!!” Adam practically howled going crazy from the fucking he was getting. He didn’t understand what was about to happen to him. He was getting ready to take his first poz load of his life and had been tricked into begging for Dean to poz him. “FUCK YA!!! SLUT!!!!! I’M!!!! GONNA!!! CHARGE!!! THAT!!!! SLUT!!!! CUNT!!!” Yelled Dean as he completely pulled out of Adam’s boy pussy before slamming back into it as hard as he could slamming his churning balls against the boy’s hairless ass. His knew his PA was doing more damage to Adam’s no longer virgin fuck tunnel as he buried it deep as he began to fire volley after volley into Adam. “SHIT!!!! CUMMING!!!! TAKE MY CHARGED!!! LOAD!!!!! IN YOUR!!!! NEG CUNT!!!! SLUT!!!!!!!” Dean howled as he began pumping his load deep into Adam. He began lubing the boy’s raw and damaged fuck tunnel with long slow in and out strokes. He wanted to make sure he worked his toxic load in good and deep into the no longer neg teen. Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s load felt inside him. He loved the warm thick gooey man juice coating his colon. He wanted more dicks in him so he could keep enjoying this amazing feeling in his ass. Without thinking about it, Adam started working his ass muscles trying to milk Dean’s wonderful jizz out of his thick eight inch man cock. Dean looked back at the door recognizing one of the four men at the door who had been watching Adam take his first poz load of his life. He grinned at Jack, his friend, motioning with his head at the small toiletries bag on top of his clothes. Dean kept pumping his still hard cock in and out of Adam keeping him distracted from Jack entering the room and opening the bag. Jack understood what Dean wanted to do to the fucking hot twink he had picked up and breed with his toxic seed. Inside the bag were several prepared points. He pulled one out and waited as Dean pulled the dirty jock off the boy’s face. He grinned as soon as he got a good like at the twink. He loved the fact that the boy looked like he was barely sixteen, but knew he had to be at least eighteen. The bath would never risk its license by letting underage boys in. This was going to be hot doing this boy, who looked so young, almost like doing the real thing. Dean knew Jack would help him slam Adam. Once that was accomplished he would let Jack and the other guys at the door take turns before giving Adam another slam and booty bump. Then the no longer innocent eighteen year old would be led the pig sling room where he would spend the rest of the night and possibly a big chunk of the next day being gangbanged by everyone and anyone who wanted a go at his no longer cherry boy ass. Adam was in for the time of his life. Dean sprayed his jock with another big hit of Maximum Impact before dropping it on Adam’s face covering it completely again. As soon as he did Jack hurried over with the point and a rubber tube. They quickly tied it on the flying boy’s arm and stuck him making sure they didn’t get a bubble before injecting it in. Once the syringe was empty they pulled off the rubber tube and waited. Adam was flying from the stuff on Dean’s jock when he felt something tied tightly on his right arm and a slight prick. The tightness on his arm didn’t last very long before it was released. It almost reminded him of time he had gotten his blood drawn once. Suddenly he felt a warm rush move up his arm and into his chest and throat. For a minute it felt like he couldn’t breathe as his heart was beating like mad, then he coughed hard a few times. After coughing he couldn’t believe how good he felt. He felt so alive and really, really needed to have Dean fuck him more. Hell he wanted any dick now fucking him. He was so fucking horny. His ass and cock were tingling. He started trying to work his ass to let Dean know he was ready for more fucking. “Slut’s ready for you guys now come on in and take a ride. I just popped his sweet lil’ cherry ass,” Adam heard Dean say to someone as he pulled the jock off his face. Adam looked up and saw four naked men standing around him stroking their cocks. They looked like they ranged in age from early twenties to in his sixties. The young guy was a well-built muscle stud sporting a nice wedge shaped seven inch cock, the forty-something guy standing next to Dean was a tall Skelton-like man with a thick nine inch long cock. The other two sixty-something men were heavy set bearded bears sporting a couple of very thick six and half and seven inch cocks. Jack was a forty-five year old poz top, who had stopped taking meds a few years back, was leering and drooling at the prospect of pumping his death seed into Adam. His twink ex-boyfriend had cheated on him with another guy more than ten years before and ended up infected him with the virus as a result. He did the whole meds thing for a while, but finally in the end said fuck it. He decided he would share the gift his ex-boyfriend had given him with as many twink boys as he could. His big nine inch death stix usually tempted many drunk, stoned or tweaking fools into letting him breed their asses with his death seed. “These guys enjoyed the show slut and want to take a ride in that hot pussy you have there. I know you’d like that wouldn’t you? Filling that sweet lil’ twat of yours with their charged loads, right cunt?” Dean said as he slid his cock in and out a couple more times the now tweaking cum dump he had just created. This caused Adam to moan before pulling it completely out leaving the eighteen year old wanting more cocks in his now gaping hole. “FUCK YES!!!! I NEED MORE COCK!!!! Breed me!!!!” Adam begged as his ass told him it desperately needed more cock. He couldn’t understand what was coming over him. He had never been this horny in his life. He had to get as much cock in his ass as possible. Dean grabbed something from his small black bag before returning to Adam with a bottle of water. In the meantime Jack climbed on the bed and positioned himself between Adam’s legs. He waited patiently teasing Adam’s still slightly open fuck hole that had started to ooze out some of Dean’s toxic load. Dean offered the now uninhibited twink two Viagra and “X” tablet along with a bottle of water. Dean sprayed some more Maximum Impact on his jock and dropped it back on the boy’s nose and mouth. “Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.”

2. I tried to relax, bent over the coffee table with the shard of meth dissolving in my ass. I watched the porn, trying to take my mind off my current situation. On screen, the white guy was bent over a couch, and the black guy was poking his uncut cockhead against the white boy's ass. It wasn't going to be long before I was in the same position. Eli's cock was now hard as a rock, and he wasn't going to be satisfied with just my attempts at deep throating his tool. "Get up on the couch, bro," Eli said, after a few minutes. My hole was tingling, almost burning from the bump that had melted inside of it. It wouldn't be long before I was going to be wagging my butt, begging Eli to stick his tool up there. "Nice ass. Enjoyed that view. It's gonna be a pleasure getting in there and breeding your hole a few times." I sat on the couch and draped one of my legs over Eli's massive thigh. This position kept my hole exposed to Eli. He didn't waste the opportunity, and started to finger my hole. We were both getting lost in the drug-high, feeling the tweak come on strong. "What were you doing on the west side," I finally asked. "I was in the state penn, bro," he said. "Free and clear yesterday afternoon." "For?" I asked. I hoped I wasn't going too far by asking him. "Got in a fight, and ended up punching a guy out. Got a year for it. Just think of it as a year at the gym though." With his free hand, he rubbed his chest, squeezing his massive pecs. I leaned over and nibbled on a nip. I was surprised at just how muscular he was; I kept finding new mounds of muscle to worship. Nor did he have an ounce of fat on him. "Not worried by that?" he asked. I shook my head no. All I could think about was how much I needed some cock. Any cock. And his was right there, hard and ready. "Guess it takes more to scare you," he said. I was still locked to his nip, so I just nodded in agreement. He had moved beyond just playing with my hole and was now sticking a finger up there. I had relaxed a lot since he had given me the booty bump, and his finger had slid in easily. "Still pretty tight," he said, not quite agreeing with my feeling. "Gonna have to let Javi go in first and get you opened up properly." Almost as soon as he said that, my phone rang. I had to disentangle myself from Eli: finger out of my hole, no longer licking his pecs, and my leg off his thigh. "Hi, this is Matt," I said, finally able to answer the phone. "Hey, it's Javier, Eli's bud. I'm at the front gate," the voice on the phone said. "Come on up," I said. "You know where it is." I buzzed him in, and hung up. "It's Javier," I told Eli. "You gonna meet Javi at the door like that? Totally naked?" he asked. "He'd dig that. Get him boned right up." "Why the hell not?" I said. I got up and headed to the front door, my dick swinging in the air. A few moments later, there was a knock. I opened it, and Javier was standing there. He wasn't as big as Eli, probably about six feet high, thinner, but still muscular. Instead of Eli's stubble he had a small goatee. I couldn't quite tell his race; it was a mixture of Afro-American and hispanic; maybe blatino was the best description. Like Eli, his hair was shaved short. The light drizzle had wet it down a bit though. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. "Damn. You guys didn't waste any time getting started." he said, eyeing me up. He walked in, and I shut the door behind him." "Yeah, we have," I said. He paused in the hallway and looked me over. "Turn around," he said. I did as I was told, feeling acutely naked and vulnerable. "Very nice," he said and smacked me on the ass. He took off his damp jacket and I hung it up. Then we both went into the living room. "Hey Eli. Good to see you again bro," he said. "Man, Nice to see you again too," Eli replied. "When you get out?" Javi asked. "Yesterday. Just got here this morning." "Well, welcome home. Got you a little gift." Javi pulled his wallet out from his pocket. He opened it, and took out a small bag, placing it on the coffee table. Even from the doorway, I could see it was stuffed full of tina. "Fuck, that's totally awesome. Hope you don't have to be anywhere today." Eli turned to be. "Got another V for Javi?" "Yeah, I think." I went into the bedroom, and found an extra tablet. I came back to the living room by way of the kitchen, getting Javier a beer. I handed both of them to Javi. "Right on! Gonna be a fun day," he said as he popped the blue pill and took a swig from the bottle. He turned to Eli. "You're looking good. How's everything going?" "Don't ask. Cunt of a nurse was fucking things up. Gotta see Weiss this week and get my meds right." Eli grabbed the pipe off the table. "But let's think about better things. Like getting you up to speed with us." Eli took the torch and started heating up the glass bowl. Javier sat down on the couch and took the pipe's stem in his mouth, letting Eli handle the torch. He took a long hit, and held it. Eli motioned to me "Shotgun it from him, Matt" I kneeled down in front of Javi, and took his hit. Like Eli's hits, it was big. I knew I wouldn't be able to take many more hits from either without getting way too far gone. Almost as soon as Javi had finished pushing out the hit to me, he took the pipe and torch, and started to heat the bowl again. "Gotta catch up with your guys," he said. "Good plan," said Eli. "Matt's just done a big booty bump and its barely taken effect." "Sweet," Javi said, "And you? Where are you?" As he finished speaking, he put the pipe in his mouth. I couldn't hold my hit any longer, and exhaled it. "You know me. I've been sucking on the glass cock ever since I called you. And Matt's been sucking on my cock. Take the next one as well, Matt," Eli said. Javi was puffing at the pipe hard, getting as much of the vapor as he could. Finally when he stopped, he motioned for me to lean in and take his hit. It was even bigger and stronger than the first one Javier had done. I inhaled as much of it as I could, but even so, there was dense fog that escaped. "Nice," Eli said. "You'll catch up with us soon enough." "I'm feeling a bit already," Javi said. "But this bowl is spent." Still kneeling down in front of him, I took the pipe from him. He was right. The glass bowl was almost empty. As I was examining it, Javi stood up, and pulled off his shirt, throwing it into a corner. "Use my stash," he said, indicating the bag he had put on the table. "And don't skimp on loading it up." Hands shaking from the hits I had already done, and the booty bump starting to kick in, I emptied nearly half the bag into the bowl, filling it well. Javi kicked off his shoes, and pulled off his jeans. He wasn't as muscular as Eli, but was still well-defined. Across his dark chest, there was a smattering of hair, and a bit of it was grey. It was surprisingly sexy on him. He was wearing a pair of boxers and already, there was a definite tent growing in them. He sat back on the couch. "You should have the honor of the first hit, Eli," he said. I lit the torch, and melted the mass of crystals in the bowl. As the pipe began to smoke, Eli took it from me, and started to suck down the vapor. I held the torch under it, making sure he got a good hit. As he finished, he handed the pipe to me. "Your turn, Matt," Eli said, trying not to let any of the smoke escape from his lungs. I shook my head no. I was already feeling pretty far gone, and wanted to slow down a little bit. "Don't be a pussy," Javi said. "I want to see you do a hit." I reluctantly put the pipe to my mouth, and lit the torch. As I did my hit, Eli shotgunned Javi. The two of them started to make out as they finished exchanging the cloud. Javi reached down and pushed down his boxers as they made out. His cock sprang free, sticking straight up. Not as big as Eli's, it was still a very respectable eight inches. At the base, there was a thick bush and a pair of heavy balls. As I put down the pipe, Eli broke off his kiss with Javi. "Give me your hit," he said to me. "Then take Javi's hit." I leaned over towards Eli, and exhaled the smoke into his mouth. Immediately, Javi grabbed me, and I was forced to inhale his hit. It took me a moment to realize that this was the one that Eli had started. We were all sharing hits now, making sure that the drugs had maximum effectiveness. Even third hand, it was bigger and stronger than the one I just done. I being taken far further than I had ever planned. "Wow, that was weak bro," Eli said, as he blew out the hit I had shotgunned him. " You're in the big leagues now. We're going to have to get you used to what a real man does." "No kidding, man," Javi echoed. "Let's do this right. Hand me the pipe," he said to Eli. Javi grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to his crotch. "Suck me off," he said, as he lit the torch. I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, feeling the firm warmth of his head fill my mouth. Javi was taking a long hit on the pipe, enjoying the combination of getting high and getting his cock licked to a firm erection. Eli was the biggest man I had ever encountered. Luckily, Javi wasn't as big. As his cock got harder, I realized it was going to be about nine inches long, and reasonably thick. I hoped that he was going to be the first to enter my hole, since he would help me get ready for Eli's monster. Javi finished his hit, and let the torch go out as I continued to service him. He turned to Eli, and then shotgunned the hit to the muscular black man. Once done, Javi relaxed and let the waves of pleasure wash over him. "Hot movie," he said, kicking back, watching the screen as he kept a hand on the back of my head. There was just enough pressure from Javi to let me know I shouldn't stop servicing his shaft. I kept up my efforts, trying to get more of his cock into my mouth. Eli finally letting out his hit. "Yeah, it is," he said. Noticing my efforts on Javi's, Eli asked, "How's that feel for you?" "Pretty damn good. But it would be even better if I could get into his throat." I knew it was less a request than an order. I pulled off his cock just long enough to grab the bottle of poppers and do a huff. As my attention returned to Javi's cock, Eli lit the torch again, getting ready for another hit. I ignored the sound of the torch and the faint smell of the crystal and focused on the shaft in front of me. I opened my mouth and worked my way down as far as I could. I made sure to get his shaft nice and wet. The extra lubrication would help me when I eventually had to force it deep into my throat. As Eli drew on the pipe once more, I felt Javi's cockhead hit the back of my throat. I swallowed, then forced myself to do what I knew I had to do. I could feel Javi push into my throat. The poppers were filling my mind, and all I wanted was to get as much of his man's cock in my mouth as possible. I tried not to gag. Javi needed a man to worship his cock, and I was lucky enough to be the cocksucker he had chosen. Even if it was because I was the only one there, it was still an honor to be on my knees, Javi allowing his cock to press into my throat. Once his cock entered my throat, it was surprisingly easy to take all of it. My lips soon hit the base of his cock, his balls right up against my chin. There was no response from Javi other than a low moan of pleasure. Still keeping his hand on the back of my head, Javi leaned over, and shotgunned Eli's hit. The two men stayed lip locked, enjoying a long kiss. I watched these two strong, masculine men kissing each other. But their intimacy and closeness only made them more desirable and more unattainable. They were sharing something between them that I wouldn't ever be able to understand. I knew I was just their toy for the day, something to help them relate to each other. I was providing them with the drugs they were flying on, the porn they were getting turned on by, and most importantly, the two holes they would be abusing all day. All of this, I glady gave for their pleasure. "Nice," Javi said, as they both blew out their smoke. Even though they had swapped the hit back and forth a few times, my head was still wrapped in a dense cloud of smoke. I knew they were both getting a good tweak going. I hardly knew either of them, and what I did know about the two wasn't good. But yet I was getting them high, and allowing them get me higher than I had ever been before. I knew the day, maybe even the weekend, was going to be a memorable experience for me. However, at the moment, my world was Javi's cock. I wanted it inside of me. I wanted to keep it hard, to show how much of a man Javi was, and how easily he had dominated me. At the very least, I wanted Javier to acknowledge me as a cocksucker. "Bro, you feeling good yet?" Eli asked Javi. Out of the corner of my eye, I could Eli was still stroking his massive cock. "Yeah, definitely getting there," Javi answered. "Cocksucker is doing a great job on my cock, and the favors are definitely fine." He took the pipe from Eli. "One more for me, I think," he said. "Share it with Matt, man. He needs it bad, especially after that last pussy hit he did," Eli said. "Right on." He lifted me off of his cock. "Ready for a proper hit?" he asked me. I was already missing the feeling of his cock in my throat, and I could only nod in response. To my surprise, he put the pipe in my mouth first. I had thought he was just going to shotgun his hit to me. But he held the torch under it. "You need to do a proper hit first," he said. I waited for the bowl to fill with smoke before I started to pull. I did several distinct huffs, each time making sure the bowl re-filled with the thick smoke. Each drag I thought would be my last, until I looked at Javi or Eli, and knew they wanted me to do at least one more. Finally, my lungs were full and I simply couldn't do any more. "Now, that's how a real man hits the pipe, cocksucker," Javi said, giving me a sign of his approval. I had a sudden rush of pleasure from his small acknowledgement, thinking I might just be able to share in the bond these two men had. But I quickly realized it was only the favors doing the thinking for me, making me feel more connected than I had any right to be. "Give it to me," Javier said, leaning into me. Our mouths met, and I exhaled my hit into his mouth. He didn't try to break off the kiss, but instead pushed his tongue into my mouth. It was a nice bonus, and I was glad to share the intimacy with him. He held the hit for longer than I expect, the entire time his tongue was probing and exploring my mouth. His cock had already done one round of exploration, and his tongue was even more proof how he had easily laid claim to my body and holes. Finally, he blew the hit right back into my mouth. I wasn't expecting it, but was able to inhale a good bit of it. Even so, a lot it was lost in a thick cloud around our heads. Despite being passed back and forth, it was still strong hit, at least as strong as any I had done. I knew I was going to soon regret partying so hard with these men. I wasn't sure of my choices or actions. My only guide to what to do was to make sure these men were hard, they were happy, and any of their desires were satisfied "There's another hit for you, cocksucker," Javi said. "Getting you where I want you." "Right on," Eli said. "Got any left in the pipe? You're still lagging behind me and the cocksucker." Javier took the pipe from me, and looked at it. "Still enough for at least one good hit." The bowl was warm from my hit and began to smoke quickly as he held the torch under it. Javi puffed a few times on the pipe, clearing out the bowl, and then began to suck on the glass cock in earnest. It seemed like he was on the pipe for an eternity, but my sense of time was so distorted, it was probably less than a minute. Finally, he let the torch go out, and took one last drag, emptying the bowl. "Spent?" asked Eli. Javi nodded, and I took the pipe from him in order to re-fill it. Before I could do anything, Javi grabbed me. He wanted to shotgun the hit to me. I shook my head no. I was really starting to feel the tweak, with my cock throbbing and my hole itching. Even as I started to smack my lips involuntarily, a classic sign for me of being tweaked, Javi locked onto my mouth and pushed his hit into my body. I inhaled as he wanted, and it filled me up. I held it as long as I could, as Javi explored my mouth with his tongue. Eli leaned into us, pushing Javier away. He forced his lips against mine, rubbing his thick stubble against my face. I knew what to do, and exhaled the hit into his waiting mouth. He sucked it in, fast draining my lungs. I had to break off the kiss, just to get some air in my lungs. Before I could breathe, Javi grabbed me back, and re-filled me with more of the drug. Eli and I sat there, letting the tina soak into our bloodstream and head to our brains. Finally, Eli exhaled. Only then did I feel ok in exhaling my own hit. Neither cloud was as thick as earlier ones, but they still were getting the job done. "Good?" Eli asked Javier. "Oh yeah. Time to have some fun," Javi said.