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I'm a freshman in college and have been pretty DL but also wanting to try a dick for the longest time. I got on the sniffies app & found this guy with a really thick dick who wanted to fuck me. I live with roommates int he dorms so I couldn't host, but he suggested that we could meet anonymously in a nearby college building in the basement, which had a bathroom that people rarely went to. He said he only fucked bareback and wanted to breed me which made me pretty nervous because I've never done that before, but I was really horny and really wanted to try it, so I agreed. He told me to meet him in the stall next to the back stall and tap my feet to let him know it was me. He stuck his fat cock under the stall and I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. Then he said he really wanted to blow his load in my hole. We didn't have lube so he just spit on his dick and stuck it in. To be honest it hurt pretty bad at first, but after 30 seconds of pumping I started to enjoy it. We heard someone walking towards the bathroom so we knew we had to wrap it up quick. He grabbed my hips and thrusted hard and deep into my virgin hole and shot a load deep inside me. I went back to my dorm with his cum still sitting in my hole. I hadn't cum in the bathroom because he just used my hole and left, so I started fingering myself using his cum as lube. It felt incredible and before I knew it I shot my load. I think this won't be the last raw load I take. I'm already thinking about the next load I can get. Something tells me I might turn into a cum dump... I also filmed a bit of it if you guys are interested: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video74530109/18_yo_bareback_cruising_in_college_bathroom

“Where am I?” This was the first coherent thought to form in my addled brain. My head felt three times too large for my body and like it was stuffed with cotton. I also couldn’t really move my limbs or make my body work at all. Forming thoughts was like trying to swim through mud. I was aware that things were not normal, but what had happened remained a mystery. I was desperately trying to remember what had happened to me, but details were slippery and elusive. Eventually, with much willpower, I was able to open my eyes. It seemed to take forever for them to focus and resolve any image of my surroundings. It was dim, wherever I was. And the light was red and inconsistent. Flickering. Again, with effort, I was able to move my head a little and look around. The walls were dark and rough and seemed to be made of stone. I couldn’t see a ceiling above me- only blackness. I did note that there were chains extending upward at the four corners of by body, and that my wrists and ankles were apparently bound to them, immobilizing me. I was splayed out spread-eagle like the Vitruvian man, and I was laying on a cold, smooth surface. Lifting my head was next to impossible, but I managed it just long enough to confirm that I was indeed naked. My head crashed back down to the hard surface with a conk making me see stars. I shivered then, partly from the chill and partly from fear Long moments passed, but gradually I regained more and more of my senses. Whatever chamber I was entombed in was large- I could tell my the occasional small sounds and how they echoed and bounced around the space, only to be eventually swallowed up by the darkness above. The light was coming from a small number of torches (torches!) set into the walls. It was like something out of a medieval fever dream. When I regained some strength, I tried tugging my arms free- but to no avail. The thick chains barely moved and only clinked a couple times. I was now awake enough to start panicking. Wherever I was, it wasn’t good. This was a seriously fucked up situation and I was clearly in danger. My heart started to pound. I tried to call for help, but my mouth was dry and my tongue was thick in my mouth. The adrenaline shot to my system cleared my brain of the remaining fog. Pieces of the previous night started to assemble like a puzzle in my brain. I had been out celebrating my 18th birthday. Since all my friends had gone off to college, I was by myself and feeling fairly blue about it. I remember I went to the local dance club, just so I could be around people. A handsome, older guy started talking to me… what was his name? Something unusual. He saw my underage wristband, and I remember telling him it was my birthday. He offered to sneak me a birthday shot and I remember declining because I didn’t really drink because it was illegal… but he brought me one anyway. He brought a shot for himself too, and he coerced me into having it. “A man only turns 18 once—you need to celebrate!” he had said. The shot was called… “Devil’s Blood”? Or something like it. I think it was fireball and grenadine and who knows what else. I remember it was sweet, and hot. He then asked me out on the dancefloor. I remember thinking that he was really hot, but way too old for me. But hey. Nobody else was asking me to dance so why not? The music pulsed and the lights were hypnotic and I remember feeling my insides getting all warm and gooey. I vaguely remember him hitting on me, and me demurring because I wasn’t looking for that. I was waiting to find a boyfriend or a girlfriend- I wasn’t sure which yet. I think I told him that I was just looking to be around people and to cut loose a little. And that’s about all I remember. Until now. So here I was- naked on some sort of slab. In a real life fucking dungeon. Chained up. The reality of my situation had taken root— I was probably going to die. My mind started working on next steps, but was coming up empty. Ice formed in the pit of my stomach and I got really scared. I’m not ashamed to admit that I pissed myself in that moment. It was then that I heard it. Footsteps. I could hear the uneven cadence and scrape/crunch of several pairs of feet walking slowly out of the shadows. Above the footsteps was a low hum of male voices. Musical. Like a slow chant. Out of the shadows then emerged 5 men in long, dark robes. At least I think they were men. They all had on masks that obscured their faces. The masks were those of skulls—animalistic in nature. Four of the masks were jet black. Glossy. Horned. The fifth was gold. The four in black masks carried what appeared to be small, handheld drums. The one wearing the gold mask carried an old, leatherbound book the color of oxblood in one hand. In the other he carried a stilleto. My heart raced with fear, as my mind jumped to all sorts of terrifying outcomes. The four took up positions at my feet and hands and when they were in place the humming stopped. The one in the gold mask walked to the figure at my left hand. The figure held out his right hand and the stiletto made a quick slash to his thumb. The figure made a gladiator “thumbs down” gesture and I watched the blood trickle off his hand to the floor. This ritual was repeated at the other three figures. Then the fifth stood at my head, out of my view. I watched in sick fascination as The Four slowly raised some sort of bone-shaped drumstick. And then as one, they struck their drums. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. A slow, steady beat began. The one in gold at my head started chanting in a language I could not identify. His words snaked and wove through the beats of the drums. The Four took up the chant as well. Slowly the tempo increased and the chanting got louder. As this was happening, the torchlight seemed to increase with the flames leaping higher of their own accord. This brought the figures into sharp relief. I could see that the Four were drumming on crude drums with rough skin like parchment, and with what appeared to be actual bones- like the knobby leg bone of an animal. Or human. The chant had now crescendoed to a fever pitch and the drummers were beating like my racing heart. Then suddenly, without warning, everything stopped. The drummers dropped to their knees as one, and from above my head I heard the One in gold whisper something— guttural and wicked. Then there was a bright, blinding flash like a camera strobe. My nose caught the strong smell of sulfur. When my eyes readjusted, there was a dim red glow in the room- like a photography dark room. I looked over at the torches on the wall, and they flames all appeared to be frozen—low and unwavering in their iron holders. The Five men in robes were also caught mid-motion. And the room was eerily quiet—like being in a sound proof recording studio. It was as if time itself had stopped- except for me. And the demonic thing now standing in my presence. I stared, completely unsure of what I was looking at. At the end of the slab where I lay stood a… thing. A beast? Man? Both? It had a general human form… but it was different. Distorted. Much more Sinister. I could tell it was big. Like 7 feet tall and broad across the chest and shoulders. The head was large and bald, and atop were two great, black, curling horns, like those of a ram. Instead of eyes, there were empty voids- like deepest, darkest space. The mouth, a lipless slash, crowded with sharp, pointy teeth. The flesh appeared scalded and shiny—like scarred skin-- tight across the body. Muscles stood out in sinewy relief, as if they were barely covered in flesh. The arms were muscular and disproportionately long, terminating in hands with too many fingers, each with a talon instead of a nail. And did I see the hint of dark wings behind? It appeared to be regarding me, with its unwavering dark gaze, and I was utterly petrified. My mind wanted to believe that I was drugged. Hallucinating this terrible image. But somewhere in the deep recesses of my animal brain, I knew this was real. Real And beyond my rational beliefs. “Wh… wh… who…?” I managed to croak out, before the sound died on my lips. The creature continued to stare at me with those empty voids in its face. The longer I stared into them, the more I began to see things swimming in their depths. Terrible things. I looked away, shivering uncontrollably. “Who or what I am does not matter, human,” it said in a rusty, scrapey, deep voice. “They have summoned me, and I have come. The fools! Even now, they have no inkling of the true nature of the forces with which they play. If they did they would have fled from this place in terror. But no. To them this was a mere game; they did not truly believe. I do not brook the follies of man and there will be repercussions. And yet… they deliver unto me such tasty flesh to defile…” “P-p-p-please don’t kill me! Oh God protect me! Oh Jesus please save me!” I prayed. The creature laughed then- a sound like glass inside a garbage disposal. “Those empty words have never held power or sway! There is no mercy here! You of virgin flesh are bound to me in this moment outside of time, as I am bound in this earthly space. But I will grant you this knowledge, human. Death is not immediately forthcoming. You have been chosen as the Vessel.” I struggled mightily against the chains, but to no avail. I twisted and pulled and screamed, but my binds would not yield. The creature watched me placidly as I expended my energy. When the fight finally left me, I sagged back onto the slab. “A Vessel for what,” I whispered, defeated. “You have heard of AIDS, yes?” it asked. I nodded, horrified. “The first virus was passed to a Vessel through a union much like this. We needed a fertile male host—one that would pass on his demon seed to many others, eventually casting them all down in sin. That Vessel performed… admirably.” “Are you telling me you unleashed HIV on the world and infected millions of men on purpose?” I sobbed. “Yes.” “You monster!” I spat. The creature grinned. “I believe Incubus would be more accurate, although we do not concern ourselves with human labels.” “Well, we have pre and post exposure protocols now. And drugs to combat your virus so humans can live long, productive lives. So even if you infect me…” I began bravely. “Hence the need for a new Vessel,” the Incubus interrupted. “The time has come for a new virus. One that will not be so easily tamed. One that will again spread through humanity’s sinners. The Fornicators. The drug users. The adulterers. Hastening their demise and bringing them more quickly to my Master’s fold.” “No…” I pleaded. “Now we begin,” the Incubus stated. His mouth of teeth opened menacingly, and a long, black tongue snaked out of the orifice. Longer than my brain could comprehend… 3 feet? 4 feet? And it undulated and rippled like an earthworm. I watched as the demon slowly sank down between my legs, and then I felt it. His tongue was teasing and lapping against my asshole. It was hot- almost to the point of uncomfortably so, but not quite. “Ah, it has been too long since I have tasted the sweetness of man,” it said. And then the tongue started slowly inching its way inside me. Feeling the heat of it penetrate inside me was intense. The creature was right about me being a virgin. I’d never done anything with anyone ever before, as I had grown up in a fairly strict household. All I had time for was school, swimming, my after-school job, church… and masturbation. I’d never even kissed a girl… or a boy. As I thought about this, I had the faint memory of telling the man at the bar that I was “eighteen and never been kissed”. With that one statement, I’d probably sealed my fate and landed myself as a human sacrifice. At first I was horrified and frightened and revolted by the invasion into my body. Even in all my masturbation and self-exploration, I’d never come anywhere near my butthole. The sensation was completely foreign—but not unwelcome. The thick, hot tongue continued pulsing and snaking its way inside. Deeper and deeper. At the prostate it seemed to pause and explore and… caress making me shiver with nervous adrenaline. And I found it increasingly difficult not to get aroused. I felt sick. I was being violated by this sex demon from what I could only guess was hell (or some hellish plane of existence) and yet here I was, strangely turned on by it. Overwhelmingly so. I railed against it. Reprimanding myself with my internal monologue for feeling this way. Telling myself to resist—that I should be disgusted. That I was being raped for god’s sake! But the waves of pleasure were too much to ignore. My dick was soon teenage steel and straining toward the ceiling. It was almost painful and I couldn’t touch it at all to relieve it. And still the tongue explored my insides- pushing deeper. I felt it’s heat as it teased some deep barrier inside me, where I was sure it would stop. But it tickled and twirled at this place and my breath quickened. Soon it worked up past it and beyond and the wave of pleasure created made my body start to shake. I felt my body open and relax as my head lolled to one side. The creature chuckled at this- that horrible glass grinding sound again. I don’t know how long that tongue violated my guts as I lost all sense of the flow of time. Hours? Days? Years? All I know is that I could feel that tongue snaking all the way up into me. When I would occasionally lift my head, I could see the creature’s head moving subltly between my legs and I could see the tongue move and writhe beneath the taut flesh of my stomach. It reminded me of that one time I saw a baby move beneath the skin of a pregnant woman and was creeped out. Slowly the tongue withdrew from me, and I found myself missing the hot presence inside my intestines. Almost craving to be filled again… and I hated myself for feeling this way. Then the beast stood up slowly, my eyes tracking his movement. As he brought himself to his full height, I saw it. A massive phallus arcing up and away from his body, glossy and deep red. The wedge-shaped ruddy head reached up to the middle of his chest. It was definitely not human-proportioned- not even porn proportioned. I had never seen anything so massive… not even on the horses on our farm. My eyes got large as the slow realization of what was coming next became apparent. “No… please! I can’t. IT can’t! It’s not possible. You said I wouldn’t die, but that will kill me.” I begged him. But it fell on deaf ears. “Human males are preferable virgin sacrifices, although harder to find. They can endure and their anatomy is more… compliant. Human females, while accommodating in their own way, have limited depth and tend to… rupture… thus rendering them disposable,” it graveled out. At this point I started crying in earnest. I could see what was coming and it scared the shit out of me. I had no choice. No control. This wasn’t what I wanted… or was it? But after the tongue exploration, there was a teeny-tiny part of my brain that was, dare I say, titillated? And that knowledge scared me even more. I watched as it gripped its massive prong in one taloned fist, and then pushed it downward to align with my asshole. I was sobbing and shaking my head, but I knew my situation was hopeless. I was basically pinned like a butterfly on this stone slab, about to be split in half. I felt the hot, triangular head pushing insistently against my asshole and I thought there was no way it would be able to enter—not without considerable pain and irreparable damage. But… … it was weird. I could feel it start to slide in. The heat pulsing off that huge member was intense as it pushed past by sphincter. But it didn’t hurt for some reason. I could feel immense pressure, and an uncomfortably full feeling pervading my guts, but no pain. For some reason, due to some magic or demon novocaine, the entry wasn’t accompanied by the mind-shattering agony I was prepared for. Rather, it was- dare I say- pleasurable? It was a similar sensation to the tongue that had come before. I could feel it inside me. The heat. The fullness. The inexorable penetration. But where the tongue slithered and snaked around inside, this sensation was just of firm flesh invading my deepest recesses. Again, I felt the beast appendage impact somewhere deep inside me at meet resistance, and again I figured this was the extent of how far he would be able to go without tearing me internally. But there was some additional pressure, a slight stab of pain, and then… oh, and then! Goddamn. I could feel a slight ‘pop’ and the massive meat had pushed past beyond my barrier and was now invading deeper into me. Where the tongue had gone. The waves of pleasure as it continued into me were intense and almost more than I could bear. my sobs and tears had stopped and I believe I cried out in ecstasy, but I can’t be sure because my mind was blown at this point. After what felt like an eternity, I felt the creature’s hot groin pressed against my ass, and I knew that he was all the way inside and I had somehow survived. I don’t know where all that dick went, but every breath was a struggle it felt like it was lodged below my sternum, somewhere up near my heart. Then, the cock started a slow withdrawal from my body. Every inch that it retreated left me feeling hollow and empty. Eventually, the Incubus only had the head remaining inside me. Then he started to push inside again, only a tiny bit faster. This process repeated many times- so many that I lost count. The only thing I was aware of was the core of heat inside my body when he was inside me, and the feeling of fullness and pleasure. Again, all this was completely happening outside of time itself, so I don’t have any perspective of how long this back and forth went inside my guts. It felt like years were passing with each thrust. As the fuck continued, my body eventually completely gave itself over to lust and desire. I had relaxed to the point where my insides were fully accepting his demon dick. All thoughts of impropriety had long since fled and I was feeling nothing but dizzying pleasure at being impaled on his massive shaft. I found that I couldn’t get enough. I wanted this demon’s dick in me for eternity. I wanted him to never stop. I know I was moaning and screaming and making noises of ultimate pleasure every time he bottomed out inside me and I was actively trying to throw myself further into him. “Yessssssssssss,” the Incubus hissed. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “Submit unto me! Accept your fate!” He was staying further inside me now. Rarely pulling out beyond half before thrusting inside again. And the thrusts were harder. His groin bruising my ass. I found myself staring into the voids that were its eyes as the fucking continued. It felt like I was falling into a bottomless well of lust and desire, that sensation of falling without hitting bottom. Mixed with the sensation of his giant cock deliciously rearranging my insides. As his tempo slowly increased further, his tongue slowly snaked out of his mouth and found it’s way to mine. I felt the hot, black, roughness enter my mouth and start to push down my throat into my esophagus. Normally I would have started gagging uncontrollably at this, but again. As if by demon magic, I was just able to accept his tongue down my throat. The heat signature slowly crept downward into my belly—and beyond. I was taking sustaining breaths through my nostrils now, as the demon pounded me furiously while tongue-fucking my throat and stomach. I think his cock and tongue made connection and completed the circuit inside me. My body was vibrating from his double penetration, pleasure beyond all reason and measure crashing into me, through me, over me. It felt like I had been edged up to the point of an orgasm for a lifetime without release and my body was going crazy with desire. His tempo was frenzied now, and he was growling. A horrifying sound that seemed to rend the air. I could feel the triangular spear shaped tip of his cock start to swell up inside me. Taking up more and more room within. It grew to where it felt like it was half the width of my torso, yet my willing body took it. Craved it. Needed it. I could barely breathe as it was affecting my diaphragm and lungs. The red light in the room had grown steadily with the demon’s passion. It morphed with the fuck, moving into orange, then yellow, then white, then brilliant incandescence. My eyes closed tight to shield them from the intensity. “IT IS TIME!” the Incubus bellowed. “WITH THIS SEED YOU BECOME THE VESSEL!” And with that, the demon cock erupted inside me. Scalding hot semen pulsed from that massive head, flooding into me. It burned with a pleasure-pain that caused my body to buck and shake uncontrollably. I contorted and writhed with full body orgasms as volumes of poisonous demon seed poured into me, filling me- searing my viscera. I could feel his molten jism actually rising like gorge in my throat. The salty, sulfurous, metallic taste making me gag. It was like I was burning alive from the inside, but without pain. It felt like a fever, but a fever of 451°F. I couldn’t breathe or move and it felt like I might burst apart into flame. But slowly… ever so slowly… this feeling diminished. With every throb of my pulse, the heat within grew less and less, like I was ejecting my corona into space like a dying star. Eventually, I felt like I could breathe again, and I could feel the cool, wetness of the stone under my back. I slowly opened my eyes. Smoke hung thick in the air which again smelled of sulfur. In the haze the Incubus was nowhere to be seen. I noticed that I was no longer bound by the chains—they just hung impotently around me. I pushed myself into a seated position for the first time in what felt like a millennia and swayed a little unsteadily. I was woozy and felt severely dehydrated and also… different. Slowly I began to take inventory of my body. I looked down and noted that I was covered by crusty, black soot from head to toe, like I’d been in a fire. Also my chest and belly were coated in semen (which I somehow knew was mine) making the soot on my torso streaky and sticky. The demon had fucked what appeared to be a week’s worth of cum out of me. Speaking of my body… I found it had changed markedly. I was more muscular than I had been before. My shoulders and chest much broader. My arms bulging. My legs thick and strong. I felt longer of limb and that when I stood I would be taller. I was leaner, too, with deep muscular definition. And lo! I had chest hair! I had been a hairless, skinny, twink before— but now? But without a doubt the biggest change was to my dick. The flesh now hanging between my legs was certainly NOT what I had before. Before I was just a guy with an unremarkable cock. Average. Nothing that stood out or was noticed in the swim locker room or gym class by any means. But now? Flaccid it was hanging to just north of mid thigh. I could fell the meaty weight of it, and I instinctively knew it would expand to become a real cuntwrecker. As these changes sank in, I slowly started to realize that I felt different inside as well. I felt confident… no, cocky. Strong. Sure of myself. Brave. Sexy. Fearless. And dangerous. When I looked for the Five men in Robes, I noticed them laying on the floor in disarray at the five points where they had been. Eventually they stirred faintly and moaned a bit as they came to. I heard one of them mutter, “Dude, what the fuck just happened?” When they had revived enough and saw me seated and unshackled, they were visibly shaken. The one in the gold mask looked at me and said, “Who are you?” “I was the virgin manchild you brought here as a sacrifice, but no longer. Now I am the Vessel. Now I am Gift of Death.” They all turned and ran. Just as the Incubus had said, they were fools. They meddled with dark forces and in turn have released Me unto the world. The new Vessel. They would soon come to rue their choices, of that I was sure. And then eventually to Him. I would start with the man in the gold mask. The seducer from the club. The “high priest” as it were. I followed them at a leisurely pace, their cries echoing through the rough hewn chamber, leading me on to the exit. Thoughts of my future formed as I walked. I could not go home now—the 18 year old that entered this chamber was dead. As the Vessel, I needed to sow my seed far and wide. Perhaps I should become a hitchhiker? A truck driver? A male prostitute? “No,” I said with a smile. “I will become a flight attendant.”

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

Brings back my memories of college in the 80's. No internet, no sex apps. As a novice I had my first sex in the various university men's rooms, I soon learned which ones were cruisy. I remember one just like you described in the basement of the old student union. The best stall was the corner handicap stall which was big enough for two people. The first time I took raw dick was in the basement of a little used building on campus, The guy didn't have a condom so I asked him not to cum in me. He fucked me for a while, pulled out and said he had to leave. After he left, I got dressed amd as I was walking up the stairs I could feel something rubbing down my leg. I stopped in another mens room, removed my pants and saw and smelled the cum he shot

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.

...after laying out a while, and enjoying the sun nude, it is time for another cold drink. Steve offered to get us one, I said 'sure' and 'thank you'. Steve got up and grabbed our glasses, I noticed Steve was still semi hard...which he had been all morning by the pool. Thank goodness for my sunglasses as I get a great eye full view of that gorgeous swinging cock. "Be right back" Steve says as he saunters off. As I lay there, I can't help but think of Steve's cock. Just amazing to me, the girth and weight of it. Immediately my cock grows, and it takes all of my strength to not touch or stroke me. I know this is just a 'friendly' time by the pool, no sex is intended for sure. We are good friends, and both really enjoy our strength in having very open conversations...about everything! When we originally met on bareback RT, our friendship grew in place of a sexual encounter. I couldn't help but ask questions of you regarding your sexual escapades and desires...along with getting to know you as a person. Knowing you were poz just kept the conversation going for sure. Yes, we both knew our deep desires, but overall, we knew we connected on several levels...and it was very refreshing. Finally, after months of getting to know Steve, summer arrived and he invited me over for some sun and swimming. How could I refuse, some of my favorite past times! And here we are. We both knew that sex was not likely to happen between us, Steve was poz and I was neg. Of course, we flirt, how could we not?? We both love the same sexual types of things. As Steve strolled back out with our newly filled glasses, he seemed almost a little harder than when he left. I didn't mind a bit, and thanked Steve for the drink. "Looks like something got your attention while you were away" nodding at Steve's semi hard cock. He sits down and chuckles, telling me while he went to pee he remembered leaving a porn paused in his bedroom, Treasure Island media of course. As he went to turn off the TV he just had to stare at the scene a bit. "What was the scene?", I ask. Steve described the scene in 'what I can't see 2', of the older man fucking his blind folded boy from behind. I know it all too well, and we laugh. Steve then settles in his lounger I see him adjust his big cock and notice that he is now leaking. uh oh...not good! Steve's nipples are hard too...of course they are..it is a great video! Steve apologizes for leaking, but no apology needed, I know Steve's desires. All good! I can tell Steve is still thinking about the video because he is now rock hard...and leaking a lot more. I am getting excited as well so decide to turn over and get some sun on my back and ass. Steve tells me the worst thing would be to burn my ass cheeks. He asks if I want some sunscreen for my back and butt. "Sure, please." A benefit of having someone sunning with you. I hear him get up and open the lotion, squirting some in his hand. Steve starts to apply it to my shoulders and back. Feels great. He pops the top again, this time applying it directly to my lower back and across the top of my butt. His hands move around my lower back and then onto my ass cheeks. Kneading my ass as he applies the lotion. Of course, I am a flirt and push my ass up a little bit, not even sure if he notices, but soon his fingers brush my hole and I take in a breath. whoa...that felt great. As Steve continues rubbing my ass, and touching my balls from time to time, I suddenly feel Steve's heavy dick land in my open, upturned, palm. The weight of his cock is amazing, and of course now I feel his precum on my hand. Damn, my head is swimming. Soon enough he is done applying lotion but allow your cock to rest in my hand...."fuck that feels good Tim", but we both know it is time for him to lay down again! I release my grip on his cock and Steve slowly stands up, but his precum remains all over me. No problem there. Steven then lays back down and I turn my head towards him, easing up on my side. I see his cock is still swollen and amazing. I know he doesn't mind me staring at his cock ever, so I take full advantage. I reach out and get my drink. Still cold and so refreshing. Of course, my cock is hard now too...thanks to him and his touch. We start to talk some more, now just about anything else besides sex and porn. That helps...as both of our cocks start to settle down. We are laughing a lot about things, men, sex, websites, everything. Steve asks me if I had seen certain guys on BBRT...and then he describes why I might have seen them. Older, hung, poz top men....and then he describes some of them to me. I say, "I will definitely have to check them out", and wink at him. Soon enough it is time for another drink, and I ask Steve if he is ready for another. Drinking the last bit of his drink, he says 'sure' and hands me his glass. "I will be back in a few minutes" I say while grabbing his glass, then adding "unless you left your TV on" and we both laugh. "You can always turn it back on Tim, bedroom is down the hallway on the left", he smiles. I stroll into the kitchen, my mind flashing between the porn and the weight of his cock in my hand. Damn, is another drink really what I need? I smile. I open the freezer to get more ice and vodka, but then close it, thinking to myself, I must see that porn scene again, it has been a long time since I watched it. I stroll down to Steve's bedroom and enter. Of course, the TV is off. ha. damn! I notice his bed is roughly made. Steve’s desk and computer are in the corner, and it seems as though on his nightstand is a cock ring and bottle of lube. huh? A good night, I guess! I smile to myself. I find the remote to the TV and turn it on. Immediately the large screen is filled with the scene from the DVD. The older man's cock is clearly in his young boy, paused right there. I just stare at it...immediately getting hard! I turn the volume down a bit, and press play...just a minute I tell myself. The video starts again and the man is pushing his dick in and out of the b, wow! Fuck I love that video! I realize time is going by as the scene is getting closer to the cum scene, how long have I been standing here!?? Then I hear Steve at the door to the room, "it is good isn't it?". I turn and he is watching me watch the video, his gorgeous cock is rock hard and leaking again. "Sorry Steve, just needed a quick peek" "Not a problem at all Tim, I love that you enjoy it as much as I do", he smiles at me. I turn back to the video just before the older man slides in deep and cums hard in the boy. Damn that is hot. I could tell Steve moved in closer to me and the TV, but I thought it was to get a better view. As the next scene starts, I feel him behind me, his wet dick trails across my ass cheek. I reach back and take his hard dick in my hand, rubbing it all over my ass cheek. "Steve, we shouldn't" "I know Tim, I know. Let's just enjoy the video". So, we stand there watching. He behind me as I milk his cock all over my ass, moments later I feel his fingers tracing through his precum, down my ass crack and brush my now twitching hole. Soon Steve stepped in closer...rubbing is now wet cock up and down my ass crack..."should we get back to the pool and our drinks Tim?" "Fuck Steve", I said with a sigh. "I guess you are right", and I felt him pull away leaving a huge wet spot on my ass above my crack. Steve just sighed....and stroked his cock one more time. Then he reached for the remote and paused the movie where it was at, "I think I will be needing that later" Steve said while laughing. We both left his bedroom breathing hard and cocks bouncing as we walked. "Don't forget those drinks" Steve said while passing though the patio door. Off to the kitchen I went to get those drinks on ice and get back to the sun. Steve was right where he should be, in his lounge chair enjoying the sun. The only evidence of what had happened was a small pool of precum on his thigh where his now soft cock lay. "Thank you, Steve." "For what?" he said while looking up at me. "For not giving in to our desires", I said laughing. "Trust me Tim, if you were poz you would be carrying my load right now" Steve said while moaning softly. Of course, that is all it took to start my cock growing to full hardness again. "And I would be very happy for that sir" I said with a grin! Now it was time for his cock to now start growing. Steve reached down with one hand and gave his cock a good long pull, more precum oozed from his piss slit. The alcohol was definitely beginning to have an effect on my bravery and I asked Steve if I could taste his precum. Of course he said 'sure' as I thought he might. I got up off of my lounge chair and bent over his cock, took it in one hand and milked out another big drop, while looking Steve in the eye lapped that drop up with my tongue. Steve's precum was salty and very good! Without asking, I lowered my mouth to his cock and stroked for several more drops of his natural lube. "Fuck Tim, you are going to get my load if you keep doing that". I took my mouth off of Steve's cock, looked him in the eye and said "not yet baby" and set his cock back down on his leg with one final squeeze. I then straddled Steve on his chair, reached behind me and picked up his cock, laid it flat against my ass. I tweaked one of his nipples and bent down to kiss him deeply! Steve moved both of his hands to my ass cheeks and kneaded my ass like a pro. I felt his hand leave my ass, then his cock moved...then his hand was on my ass again, but guiding his finger to my tight ring, and what seemed to be lubed with his precum. slowly he spread me apart and inserted his finger slowly but steadily. I just moaned into Steve's mouth. I reached around behind me and took hold of Steve's wet cock. Steve pulled his finger from my ass and I placed his slippery cock head against my pulsing ring. "Tim, please don't. We can't fuck without a condom". "Steve, I want you in me, please fuck me" I felt Steve push his cock head past my ring and we both moaned out loud. "You are so fucking hot Tim, once I am in your ass, there is no way I can pull out". I pushed back on Steve's cock and felt the first few inches of him spread me open. "I know baby, please fuck me". I guess that is all the asking I had to do, Steve slowly sank his entire cock into me until I felt his sexy pubes brush my ass. I could feel his cock twitching has he rested there. "Don't move Tim, don't fucking move!" I lay on him, chest to chest as both of his hands were on my ass, cock buried deep in me, oozing precum inside of me I am sure. Within a minute, I felt him pull my ass up almost off his cock and pushed me down again, starting to fuck me in full lengths. My ass felt his oozing, making me wetter, but I was already starting to feel the rawness of his dick fucking me. I sat up....with him buried in me and eased off of him, immediately feeling the void where his cock was. I stood over Steve, "please fuck me from behind on your bed". Then started to walk towards the house. not looking back, but hearing him get off the chair. Entering Steve's room, I found the remote and pushed play to let the porn start up again. With deep moaning from the TV, I moved to his nightstand and grabbed the lube. I tossed it on the end of the bed, and climbed up on the mattress, on all fours...with my now red ass ring facing the door, waiting. Just behind me, Steve entered the room. I looked over my should and saw him there, stroking his cock. I knew what was coming! Steve walked to the bed....and immediately placed his cock in my ass crack, bent down and grabbed the lube. Then I felt the coolness dripping on his cock and my ass. Steve was rubbing his now wet cock between my crack, every once in a while, getting it stuck on my ring. "Tim, I am going to fuck you now...I have to. I will not pull out and you are going to take my poz seed. Are you ok with that?" "YES! sir" I almost yelled. "Good boy". Then he pushed the head of his cock back in my hole and proceeded to fuck me raw like he owned me. My cock was swinging semi hard, leaking precum/cum for the entire time...all I had to do was stroke it and I knew I would cum very hard! The man behind me was all I had thought of, imagining this scenario so many times in my head. Steve's pace was quickening, and I knew I would soon be rewarded with my first poz load, exactly how I wanted it too. Steve was talking very sexy now...very hot and honest while his hips pounded into my ass. "I am going to fucking breed you deep boy, give you my poz cum. Do you want my poz cum?" "Yes sir, please cum in me" "Good boy, here it comes". After a few more deep pushes, Steve buried deep in my ass and started cumming!!!!!! Holding my hips so very hard, making sure his cock was as deep as it could go. That is all it took for my cock to stiffen and shoot my entire load all over the sheets beneath me. Steve was panting hard, "I love fucking you Tim". I turned back to face him, his cock still in me, "I need to taste your cock Steve". He pulled out and I swung around to taste his still throbbing wet cock. Man, his cum and my ass...the most amazing thing. An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came!

I never would have guessed you were 18," the clerk said handing me back my id. With a shaky hand, i reached for it. Nervous as to what to expect and nervous I would be seen, I almost turned and just bolted. But I had waited too long. After a few hookups in the bookstore booths, I wanted to experience the baths and see if it was really true, that they were just places for men to fuck non stop. Remembering the directions he had given me, i followed the turns and found my room. I figured a room would give me a place to hide if i needed it. I quickly changed into, well, nothing, just a small towel. A very small towel that barely covered my butt it was so short. I watched porn for a few minutes on the little tv and then got my courage up to go look around. I grabbed my key and made it out and wandered thru the halls. No one in the weight room and I didn't care about the showers or bathrooms. I found my way out to the courtyard and turned around after looking briefly at a packed Jacuzzi. As I walked back in I almost bumped into someone. Looking up and down, I was quickly reduced to shyness. He was hot. Really hot. 6 3" maybe, but thin, real thin, except for his big hands and feet. His graying balding hair was cut real short. And it was pretty dark but i had a good feeling about the tent coming from the towel he had on. " Well hello there...," he said quietly in a low sexy voice. "Uh hi" i managed. " I know I would remember seeing you here before, is this your first time?" "Yeah, I just turned 18 a few weeks ago..." I said trailing off. "You are 18?" he asked, looking at me closely. "yeah, but I, i um, i kind of like guys older than me." "Like guys that are maybe 46?," he said smiling. "Yeah, just like that." I said. "Chris, my room is just down the hall, why dont we go there where we can have a little privacy and... ge tto know each other." ""Ok, " was all i said. I was so nervous, but he was so hot. And this was happening. He was leading me by my hand to his room. He sat on the bed and patted for me to sit down too. "So Chris is this your first time here or your first time?" It didn't make sense to lie. I have been going to a bookstore for a few months and usually suck or get sucked. I have gotten fucked a few times too." "Did you like that, getting fucked?" "Well kind of. It hurts a lot but felt good too. Not sure if i am too tight or condoms aren't slippery, but it feels like they tear you when a guy is inside." "Yeah, a lot of guys say that. Condoms are really uncomfortable. For the top too, let me tell you. It sure does feel better without one. have you ever tried it without a condom?" "No, i always meet guys I don't know and everyone says that you should always wear one." "Chris, not everyone says that. A lot of guys here don't use them. They think it ruins it. And a lot of bottoms decide that they want to feel the man cum in them." " But what... isn't that really dangerous?" "Some things are worth the risk maybe. You should try it, maybe you will like it." "I don't know. I don't know if I should." "Well you don't need to decide this second do you? I gotta ask though Chris, I have been wanting to since I saw you out there. Can you take that towel off? I really want to see that butt." I got up right away and dropped my towel and turned to show him my butt. "Yeah that's a hot butt. Spread your legs a little. yeah like that, now bend over and open up and let me see that little boy hole." I saw out of the corner of my eye he had dropped his towel and now turned my head to look and there it was. He wasn't all the way hard yet but it was on its way to being a perfect rock hard 9 inch cock with a massive mushroom head and big shaved cum filled balls. it was giant. And perfect. "You like that cock Chris? Like what I have for you?" "Yeah, its so big. its so big." Walking towards me he pushed me down onto my knees. He didn't have to say anything, as I immediately opened wide and took him into my mouth. Almost immediately, I lost myself in it. His cock was growing rock hard and felt so good in my mouth as i strained to take more and more of it. "Yeah Chris, you love that cock in your mouth dont you?" With my mouth full all i could do is nod my head over and over and try even more to swallow all over that massive man meat. After a minute or two, he stopped moaning and said "Fuck yeah, now its my turn to taste you." I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock, swirling my tongue around the head one last time trying to catch any precum I could and stood up. " No, get on the bed on your tummy. It isn't your cock I want to taste." I didn't understand at first; I had never had my hole rimmed before. When he pulled my cheeks apart and i felt his rough beard against me, I knew. And then i felt it. That magic feeling of a twisting and squirming wet tongue on my sensitive hole. It felt so good. And he loved it too, I could tell. He was licking and stabbing his tongue into my asshole, trying to fuck me with his mouth. I was moaning and gasping and trying not to squirm and buck too much. It just felt so fucking good. After a few minutes, he finally came up for air. His cock was like steel, and so was mine. "I am gonna fuck you now," he declared. It was not a request. It was a fact. And he knew I was going to let him. Out came the lube and he poured it into his hand and went to work working it into me slowly. He was careful not to hurt me, saying "I want to open you up slow so you can take lots of cock and don't get too sore." After getting me and my hole all ready for just about anything at that point, he began to jerk his cock off slowly, coating it with lube. Aiming it at my hole, I felt him start to press against me. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I said. "I don't have any. Besides, it feels so much better without anything between us. Don't you want to make my big cock feel really good?" he said in a low sexy voice. He never stopped working it in either and at that moment he popped in and made it past my outer ring. As about 3 inches slid into me, I gasped and worked to relax. "Just relax Chris. I am gonna make it feel so good you will be begging me to cum inside you. But I can pull out too. Up to you. Ah yeah it feel so good. So fucking good." And he was just working his cock into me, deeper and deeper. Filling me. And i was trying to think but the need for cock was taking over and I was almost in surrender mode. Surrender happened when he announced "Fuck yeah, 9 inches of cock inside you. Do you feel that? Do you feel full of cock boy?" "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah" was all i could get out. As he slowly pulled out and slid back in again, I couldn't even touch my cock. I knew I would come that quickly, if i did. He started working in and out faster now, with deeper strokes. He was hitting deep and i was gasping and moaning and asking for more. "I want to keep fucking you, but i am gonna shoot soon. Your hole is so tight and eager, its pulling the cum up outta my balls." he said. It then flashed thru me again. He was barebacking me. No condom. Maybe that's why it felt so good? Maybe it wouldn't be any good if he had worn one. Instead, this feeling was magical. His cock felt so good I couldn't imagine not having him fuck me. I would hate to have missed this. His raw cock was fucking me so good and deep and sliding so smoothly. He was really fucking me now, and I was grunting and gasping as he fucked the wind out of me with every deep pounding he gave. "Oh fuck boy, I am gonna shoot if I keep fucking you like this. I am gonna fill you with cum. Or else gotta pull out." He grunted. " Don't stop. Are you clean? Like hiv?" I managed to get out. "This is poz cock you got in you Chris." And now he was pounding me. I was moaning and gasping and grunting and totally losing myself in the feelings of my hole as he pummeled it with his massive cock. "Fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you". He muttered with clenched teeth as he pounded me. "Fuck yeah, gonna give you my load. Big fucking poz load. Poz your little fuck hole up and get you hooked on getting your hole bred." "Fucking shit yeah, fuck me man fuck my fucking hole. Cum in me. Give me your load. I want it. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me." I kept repeating that last part who knows how many times. "Yeah , fucking yeah, her it comes here it comes. Fuck yeah fucking take that poz cum. Fell that cock shooting cum in your little fuck hole. Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaaaahhhh" he almost shouted. 'Yeah yeah yeah, give it to me. fucking fuck me. Fill me up. Fill me with cum. Oh yeah, fucking give it to me." He slowed down and finally came to a stop. He still had his cock buried inside me. "I want to keep it in you while my cum soaks into you" he whispered. "Are you really hiv positive?" i asked. "Yeah i am. And I just gave you a huge load." he said. "It felt so good." I said. " " What getting fucked?" "No, when you came in me, I felt it jet inside me and felt your cock pulsing. I am glad you did that. I didnt know it was so much better bare." "Oh Chris, there are some friends of mine out there that would love to add to my seed inside you. Want me to show you around?" "Yeah, i want more. I want more now." I said.

I'm 54 and my boy is 23. He can't get enough Daddy cock. I fuck him every day at least once and he still wants more. He loves it when I get my buddies over to group breed his ass. I love it when he brings his buddies over for me to fuck.

I work from home so it gives me some free time to be a good community cumdump. For a few years I've been chatting online with another local cumdump, a tall lithe white twink that enjoyed anon scenes. He recommended this local top on Grindr that he used to breed him regularly. Dl daddy type with a generous cock. My friend bemoaned that his work schedule will involve more travel and he wouldn't be able to serve the area as much in the future. Well, I thought, I certainly can't let our community down. I reached out to the top on Grindr and we began messaging back and forth. He didn't seem super interested at first. I'm a brown boy, the complete opposite of the white twink he was regularly seeding. I did my best to entice him with pics of my juicy hole and smooth body. I made sure to let him know that I can host during the day and he was welcome to stop by anytime. Finally a couple weeks ago, he reached out and asked if I was taking dick that day. I said of course and sent him my address. He asked that I be face down ass up for him, and I eagerly agreed, like the slut I am. There's nothing quite like having my ass up and hearing the door close, footsteps approaching from behind, hands grazing my cheeks. He inserted a finger easily in my wet hole. "Slut. You got fucked earlier," he said. "Suck my dick." I got on my knees and went to town on his hot cock. 8 inches, white Italian meat. I made sure to deep throat him and suck hard, pulling along the length of his shaft with my tongue licking his head. He groaned in pleasure, signaling to me which techniques he enjoyed. Discovering their pleasure has always been my favorite part of meeting new men. And I was determined to make this man a regular top. He spun me around and spit on my used hole. I felt his dick slip right in and start slowly thrusting. After months of chatting and send pics, it felt so good to finally feel him and his cock inside me. We both hit poppers and he churned my hole deep with circular motions, his dick wet with another top's cum and his own precum. "Be a good boy and suck my dick again," he said. I turned around and tasted all the accumulated juices, what a treat. He enjoyed when I looked up at him pleadingly with a mouth of his dick. His hands pulling my head deep into his hairy crotch. We fucked for a few minutes more, it wasn't long before he added his DNA into my bottom. The feeling of getting bred by a hot man, along with the sense of accomplishment of finally serving him, made me a happy boy. It's only been a couple weeks since, and we've already met three times! I look forward to serving him until he tires of my hole and moves on. That's the life of a community cumdump.

Lansing—March, 2022 Perry had come to the playroom in December. (I wrote it up in February as “Get Me Ready for Your Cock”) We chatted a few times after the post was published. Somewhere along the way he let drop that he would love to have me whore him out (oversee other men using him along with me) at a bookstore—to not let him have any say in who was in either end of him. I agreed it would be fun. Suddenly the timing for that adventure fell into place. We set a time to meet north of me—in the establishment that is half bookstore/half bathhouse. Perry’s already in the parking lot as I pull in. I love eager men. A friend, a hairy cub, has come along with him—a man I know more by reputation than personally. (Though I have spent some happy moments trading off on some pit licking with him, at a CLAW scent party.) We go in—and then into the play area, after locking up our outer wear in a locker. I give a brief tour. The gay area—where there are couches, porn, stocks and a sling—is chilly. The other sling—tucked into a corner in a straight porn viewing area— is in a much warmer room. As we continue, I point out the slurp ramp and the glory hole area. I settle on a room where there is a three foot high padded table and a fuck bench along with the porn and other seating. I sit on the viewing bench and unbutton my pants. My cock is mounding my jock. “Get me hard.” Perry steps out of his pants. He folds his shirt and piles them next to me. Now in just a jock and foot wear, he kneels and inhales the scent of my jock pouch. He groans in the back of his throat. The Cub stands behind him and begins to squeeze his crotch. Perry’s lips and tongue are all over the stained fabric. Soon enough, my cock is released. Perry swallows it down. He holds my entire length tight in his throat. He comes up for air and begins licking every inch of it. “Balls.” He obediently moves to licking my hairy nut sack. All over. And under. My hand directs him back to my dripping cock head. He cleans it off with a satisfied sigh. “I want to eat your ass.” I stand and tell him I want him bent on the table, legs on the ground and chest to the padding. It shows his ass off perfectly. I kneel, pull the cheeks apart and dive in. The Cub moves around and holds Perry’s wrists in place. We are attracting a crowd. Six or so middle aged men have gathered around us on this Sunday afternoon. Cocks are out. Soon men are jerking or sucking their neighbor. I stand up. My cock slaps his ass with a nice wet thwack which fills the room. I prod open his now loose pucker and begin to fuck. I move Perry slightly, so his mouth is more available to the men jerking. I point at one of them and then to Perry—he gets the idea and Perry suddenly has a cock in him at both ends. A young Latino walks into the room. He slips between the daddies and begins to suck one of them. In no time, his pants are shoved down and the man in Perry’s mouth, who I was hoping would be next in Perry’s ass, is fucking the hot younger ass instead. I love how Perry is sprawled on one side of the table and the young man on the other. Perry reaches out and they clasp hands as both their asses take a pummeling. The sound of the fuckings fill the room. A spectator pushes in and bends over the table. “Fuck me, too.” I move from Perry to him. Perry stays in place---his hole now being cleaned up by the Cub’s tongue. I fuck the new guy hard. He squeals loudly. I slap his ass and fuck. I pull out—sigh, and have to go clean up. Freshly washed, I return to a smaller group. The Cub is still rimming Perry, two men are trading blowjobs in the chair and the Latino is pulling up his pants. “May I?” I nod. The Latino goes to his knees and sucks me down. “You need to fuck him,” Perry grunts out. “Fuck that hairy ass of his.” I look down at the kid swallowing my dick. “You want my cock in your ass?” “Fuck, yes!” he says, pulling off my dick. He pushes his pants back down and leans onto the table. I surprise him by rimming first. He sighs, reaches back and holds my head in place. I love eating his freshly fucked hole. My cock is now rampant after the washing and his mouth. I lube it up as I eat out his hairy crack. Perry and the Cub stand up to watch. I reluctantly stop rimming and stand up. My cock slaps him on each of his hairy mounds. “Give it to him,” Perry mutters. My cock enters him. Just the head popping in. The guy gasps. I do, too. He is tight—and super wet. Did the first guy shoot? I inch into him. Slowly. I bottom out and hold. I hear the kid’s breathing change. He’s ready. I begin a slow fuck. Long dicking him. Making him feel every inch. “Fuck, you feel good,” he croons. “Fuck me as hard as you want.” I take him up on it. I build to a hard-driving ramming of his ass. Over and over again. I slap his left cheek. It reddens and sends shock waves through my cock held so tightly by his ass. I slap him again. He groans out his pleasure. I slow. I stop, with my full length in him. Slowly I pull my engorged penis out of him. Instantly, he spins around and cleans my cock of his ass juices. I pull him up and we kiss—tasting his ass and my precum on his tongue as he embrace. “What’s your name, your first name?” I murmur. “Cruz,” he tells me before we kiss again. Deeply. A sweet ending for round one… The conclusion—next time! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Whoring Out Perry (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 28, 2022.

I like this. Words have to have meanings. I think too often, gays use terms loosely intentionally, or we just flat out allow people to lie. We make exceptions the rule. It leads to confusion and ultimately sexual frustration.

Since the last feeding of 25 loads a few weeks ago, Sir has already been collecting more cum to feed me. He's decided I need to swallow roughly twice as much cum this next time. Any offers of loads from local men in Los Angeles would be sincerely appreciated! He has been having the contributors come to his place in WeHo to milk themselves into a condom, or save multiple loads themselves and deliver them. To encourage others to donate their jizz, I'd like to offer to come pick it up from you to make it easy for you. Sir would also like to have a photo of each cock that contributes loads so he can show them in the video he makes of me swallowing it all. Optional, but also very much appreciated.

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.

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

I can feel it when my hole isn't overly lubed or stretched -- using cum and split for lube seems to help and allows me to feel the nut squirt inside me and the heat from it as well as the extra wetness. I can also feel the top's cock throb as he breeds, especially if he's hung and rock hard or if its his first load of the day. I've tried to train my focus on these sensations over time so I can fully enjoy the magical moment of breeding. 🐽🕳💦🍆

It was nice to finally let my limbs be free, though hanging as the floor had made me a bit numb. I didn't have to grip the chains as they were neatly locked onto. I was also incapable of moving with my legs being spread for the whole room to see. I finally saw the man that instructed Kyle. He was gorgeous. Even better looking than Master Pierre if I dare say. There was something pure in him that I sensed. His voice was gentle but affirming. When the lights above me got brighter, I was able to fully appreciate his physique. "I'm George. At this moment, try to think of this as a sort of mini break for you. It doesn't get easier, but you do become stronger and better in becoming one of us." If I saw George in public, I wouldn't have the courage to speak to him. His warmth during this ritual was unexpected, reassuring to say the least. The men in the room got closer now, circling the sling I was in with George right in front of me. . Slowly, teasing my hole with his cock, he passed me a few hits and held my head to kiss me. It's strange, his kiss was passionate, as if there was a kind intention behind it. He caressed my body, which was continuously sweating and brushed my hair, whispering to me how good this was for me. "Don't worry boy, this is all for your own good. You know you will be released from everything after this, your ability to control your desire after facing it for good." Another hit and he still circled the tip of his cock around my hole. "Do you want this?" "Yes.." "I need you to beg for it like you did before, but this time I want you to really mean it. Say what you want, we're all here to make sure you know what you want." "I really need your cock in me, Sir. Please, I beg you, give it to me." "Don't be to needy now.." "Breed me Sir. I need to have you breed me and transform me like the rest of you. Fill me your toxic load and use me as you please." "Very creative. Good boy." He was still teasing, and back and forth he asked me if I want it, which I never fail to quickly reply Yes in hopes that he finally enters me. "You're a good boy, you know that? Very obedient and knowing what to do. I like that bout you. Maybe Pierre here could let me coach you. If Markus here could proudly admit he's a cumdump, even though you wouldn't tell he could a few months ago, then I can't imagine how great you'll be." "I'll be better - I know I can." I panted, staring at his eyes, dilated on both our ends. "That's my boy...that confidence..it took a while for even Kyle to have the calibre you have. You got to spend more time in the gym though, so that once you gain the strength that these boys have, then I would consider you on the same level as they are now." He began pinching my nipples, releasing a soft yelp from me. He then examined my chest and my biceps, licking my armpit and spitting into my mouth. "You do have a better ass though, I've to admit. So tight and made for breeding." His index finger was now protruding me and I sighed in pleasure. Two more entered and as we locked eyes again, I mouthed "Please" as I couldn't hold my desire for his cock any longer. George nodded and in an instant, he drove himself into me, fast and gentle like never before. His pants, accompanied by the men's encouragement, persuaded me to try and rock myself into him, letting his arms clutch onto me. Never letting go even a single moment. Unlike the previous fuck tonight, George never broke eye contact. What he did was hypnotizing. He wanted to recognize the boy I am, the kind of hole I was meant to be, I could see in his eyes that he knew that about me. With each bead of his sweat dropping onto my chest, I was beginning to bond with him. It felt as if no one was in the room and that we were sharing an indescribable moment. I did not felt degraded but empowered, squeezing my hole on to him as he thrust his hole cock into me. He was longer than the rest, if I could estimate, George was wrecking my hole for almost 20 minutes. Even reaching climax took a while as I sensed it building up. He was panting louder than before, pecking me continuously, with our tongues dancing in mix of T, spit, cum and G. Both his hands were on my shoulder, close to the neck before he was about to cum. During this period, he started telling me his history with Master Vincent. "I don't usually do this, you know, talking to new recruits, but I know you and I have already started something special. I'll let you in on my story." Now, he was slowly rocking me, and the precum started to flow out of my hole. "Don't worry boy, I haven't cum yet. I can give Mikael a run for his money. Now, let me tell you how it happened.." His head rested on my shoulder now and his lips were on my right ear, giving it a taste and whispering how he joined. "A while ago, probably 2 years I think, I was recently divorced. I was bisexual, well still am and I realized that maybe I prefer men more. Real men. My ex-wife was great and we ended things well but I still wasn't satisfied, you know? I went to Pride, went to the bars and bath house but there was still something missing. I was already friends with Tina and it didn't get me fucked up like half the guys here, but still, when you have all the drugs in the world and you still feel hollow, what can you do?" I now see the parallels between him and I. Unlike him, I was ahead of the game. "Even the kinks didn't do it. And I sure wasn't into anything too [banned word]. Except for this. See, I met Master Pierre on a trip in Palm Springs and we clicked perfectly. He was also very candid with the things he did, explaining his reason to bareback, the Tina and the sex he does. When he told me the kind of recruitment he was doing and why he was doing it, it struck a chord in me that I knew was hidden." Fuck, he's getting me so excited and worthless in thinking that I was the only one who thought this way. "It was simple, I thought. Sure. Let me contribute to this mission of releasing our inhibitions but keep it exclusive, you see. That night, T was on me and Master Pierre tied me onto the bed of that all male hotel we were in. That jock you're wearing, was what I wore and boy that night, I finally found my calling. In addition to Pierre's seed, and the countless of guys who pounded me, I was in bliss. When Master Vincent arrived to give the final seed, I was relieved, satisfied and determined to live my life differently from then on. I worked out, improved the way I spoke and expanded this group you might think is a cult to what it is today. The day I knew I was poz, I bred 3 guys in the bathhouse. 2 who are here now." I looked at where George was looking and saw 2 guys who nodded. "You don't know what it's going to feel like, but I can assure you, you'll be free. I never looked back and I'm proud to continue this mission. Your youth only makes it better. I'm not just going to coach you but I'll also be your mentor if Pierre agrees. Do you want that?" "Yes, please, just breed me and fuck me good." "Haha, that's the T talking. Do you want me to guide you, Felix? "Yes Sir, I'll serve and train with you to follow your footsteps." "Now that's what I'd like to hear to make me cum. You want another charged load? One from Sir George, huh boy?" "Fuck yes." With a few thrusts, George finally came in me, and it was electric. Unlike the first two, I could really feel the warmth of his cum in me. To see him moan and release his load was absolutely rewarding. His sweats, still trailing down on his body shined and he rested himself on me, panting and pecking me again, biting and sucking my neck as a way to mark that I would be his. We continuously made out and just like that, he let go of me and looked to everyone as he said.. "Fun time over. Let's work this bitch to be one of us for good."

PART 5 He continued working on my hole and added a 2nd finger and looked me in the eyes as he told me, “Yeah, I am poz. And I wasn’t joking, I do shoot a really big load when I cum. And I never pull out. And Chris, I want to fuck you full of cum so badly, but if you aren’t sure or it scares you, it’s ok to leave still.” My pulse was racing and it felt like he must be able to hear my heart beat. I was scared. And nervous. And excited. “I am scared. I should be more scared though. But I can’t help it. I want you to fuck me so bad. I do. I want you to.” I whimperedas his fingers worked my hole. Upon hearing me give him permission, he jumped up and grabbed two things, lube and something else in a little brown bottle. I felt his fingers rubbing and working the lube on and in my hole. “I know you have that cum in you, but my cock is pretty thick and is a tight little hole. I want to make sure you can take lots of fucking tonight... we don’t want to wear your hole out too quickly.” I just nodded. I didn’t want it to end early. I didn’t know how much lots of fucking was. I had never gotten fucked twice in a day ever. And now i was about to take my second raw cock in an hour. “Chris, sit up just a little. I have something for you to try. I like them but bottoms love them, and I mean love them. They are called poppers. Totally safe and I promise you will really like it. And they will help you take my big cock inside you.” I kind of knew what they were but wasn’t sure about the whole thing. He took care of that by pushing one nostril closed and holding the bottle under my other nostril while saying, “Take a nice long slow breath. Now two more. Good boy.” A few seconds later and bam, my body was experiencing new ecstasy and I was feeling a hard cock head poking at my hole. “Are you ready to get fucked baby? I have such a nice big poz load to share with you. Do you want it? Do you want me to put my poz cock in your hole?” He was pushing a rubbing against my hole and with the poppers and everything I lost any last control. “Fuck me. PLEASE! Just please fucking fuck me with your poz cock. I do want it. I want it all just like you said.” As I heard myself, I couldn’t believe it. I had just blurted that out. But it was true. And it was ok because Ron understood. He knew what I wanted. And he wanted to give it to me. I knew that. He wanted to make sure I got his poz cum inside me. And at that moment ,any last thinking was gone as his cock punctured my ring and slowly worked into my eager and now starving hole. I tried to relax but it felt so good my hole kept clamping down on his cock. “ Chris, your hole is so amazing. So tight and so hungry. It is just pulling my cock in. Feels so good.” He moaned and continued, “fuck yeah, all the way in. God this is such a nice little hole. Does your hole love my cock?” He was now starting to work in and out, slowly picking up speed and doing longer strokes. I was already totally lost in the fuck. His thick long cock was working my boy pussy perfectly. “I fucking love it. Love your big cock. Don’t stop. Just please don’t stop.” I gasped. He was now really fucking me. I was grunting occasionally and as he started to really pound into me, I found myself again gasping as he fucked the breath out of me with every deep stroke. “Fuck baby, your little pussy feels so good. I can’t hold it much longer. Tell me how bad you want my poz load. Earn it. Tell me how bad you want me in you forever,” He grunted. “I need it. I fucking need it. Please please I want your cum. I want your cum in me so bad. I won’t let any out. Please Ron, please let me have your poz load.” He was going all out now, just pounding my hole. It was almost too much and if I hadn’t been so high on fuck endorphins the pain would have been too much. Instead I took it all and found myself blabbering over and over, “poz load. Poz load. Poz load.” “Oh fuck yeah boy, here it comes. You’re gonna get it. Fucking big poz load. Gonna poz you up. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Take that fucking load! Feel that poz cum filling you up,” he cried out collapsing onto me. His cock continued to throb and pulse as the last few drops of his precious poz sperm emptied in my Now well used and fucked hole. My cock was rock hard and leaking like crazy but I didn’t care. All my focus was on my hole and how full it felt and how deep Ron’s huge cock was in me. And I thought how deep his sperm must be. And how even immediately after him cumming and with his cock still hard and in me, I wanted more cum. And wait why was it going on head all of a sudden the word poz in front of cum. I had gotten fucked twice now bare and knew I could never give it up. But wanting the guys to be poz? Where was that coming from? I wasn’t sure and wasn’t sure I wanted to think too much, I just knew these guys had changed me. They had shown me something and now I needed it. Being fucked by a hot older poz guy and having him cum in me was the hottest thing I had ever done. And then I shocked myself when I looked at Ron and said quietly “thank you.” He looked down at me. “You love having my poz babies swimming in you dont you? God I knew when I saw you, you were going to be special. I bet you are still hungry. Aren’t you? You want another hot guy to fuck you full of cum don’t you?” I nodded intently. “ Even if he is poz?” Ron added. Again I nodded intently. “Good boy,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me.

PART 3 We had taken a few steps down the hall when I realized I didn’t have my towel. He told me to just show off and let the guys see how hot I was. Normally, I would have been much more shy, but I was on a high from getting fucked. I don’t think we went more than twenty feet before we ran into someone my new friend knew. “Ron, glad I ran into you. I hope you haven’t cum yet tonight. I’d like you to meet my new friend Chris. Chris is here for the first time and also just took his first load.” Now, he looked at me. “Chris, you want to get fucked again don’t you?” I was embarrassed, but nodded. “Ron is hot, isn’t he”, he added. I nodded again. “Ron, what do you think of my new young friend? Is he fuckable?” Ron looked me up and down. “Chris, do you wanna go back to my room and we can become friends too? I think I got something you’ll like,” he said, and then dropped his towel open. He wasn’t hard yet, but it was obvious he had a big cut cock and massive shaved balls. I looked to my breeder for approval and he gave me a soft look and said “Chris, I’ll be here all night and you come back and find me before you leave. And if anyone gives you any trouble, you find me. And have fun. And do whatever feels good. Feed that hole. I know it’s hungry. Give in.” And then he leaned in and gave me a kiss and a swat on my butt and turned back. Ron grabbed my hand and led me to his room. I was 18, naked with a man twice my age leading me down to a tiny room, where he was going to fuck me. And I was nervous about being inexperienced and what he would be like and I was also super excited because he already knew I wanted to get fucked and that I had let his friend shoot his cum into me. And Ron was hot. He turned out to be 42. He was a little taller than me at 6 feet and thin, but not skinny. He was starting to lose his hair, but I thought that was hot too. Even soft his cock had looked big, with a nice cut mushroom head. But if his cock had looked Big, his balls had looked giant. As we entered his room and he shut the door behind us, I wondered, with hope, that maybe those huge balls meant more cum when he shot his load? As he turned to face me and dropped his towel, I tried to be cool, but I think my face and eyes betrayed me. I wanted this man badly. I wanted to be his bottom. I wanted him to shoot a massive load up from those giant balls. And I wanted that sperm inside me. There was never one second where I didn’t think to myself that I was making sure he came in me. Every drop. And as far as if he had HIV. I definitely thought about that. And had a total what are you doing discussion in my head. It was like I couldn’t stop myself and I decided it wasn’t going to stop me. If he even had HIV.

Hello, it has been a while since I last came on BZ. I thought I would move on from my pig days but I realize that I am a true pig and that by writing these stories, I discover another part of me that was hidden. This story is inspired by one of my many rendezvous in this city I now call home. Montreal. Hope you enjoy. I will also try to continue my previous posts but if anything, I think starting fresh would be better so no promises. Here goes nothing. Part 1 After receiving my confirmation that I would be graduating with honors, I told myself that I was going to let lose. Submit to every temptation that I've put on for the past 6 months. I redownloaded my apps and began refreshing every hour to see who would want to top me. With the exception of weed and poppers, I never tried any other drugs due to the fact that I promised to stay stable during my undergrad years. Since Freshmen year, some friends I knew got into coke, ketamine and dropped out. Being on scholarship meant that the stakes were higher. My willpower was strong. Was. By 11pm, I thought of calling it a day as no one around my area would be interested in a 25 y/o twink whose locked photos are him in a PUMP jock. I wasn't too bad, just very choosy. Most guys who messaged me were closeted or discreet. I wanted more. Despite being called a twink throughout college, I managed to gain some strength over the past few months. Going to the gym was my way to relief the stress of academia. Going to bathouses second. But I always played safe. For some reason, tonight, I felt very piggy. It was probably because I started jacking off to Treasure Island Media when the semester ended. Being a celibate for a while really does get the worst in you. I can understand why most closeted Mormon guys I hooked up with have the weirdest kink. But mine I would say is starting to get darker. I threw my phone on the other side of my bed and laid in defeat, thinking that I'm probably going to brush off this urge I had. Suddenly at 1 AM, a no-pic profile messaged me. "Hey, boy." "Boy?" "Yeah, you. I've seen you at the gym with your tight hairy blonde ass. Pale and slender like the twink you are." "Lol. Who are you?" "Your master." "What?" I then received 5 photos of a stocky built man in leather with one of the largest cock I've seen. Not to mention, a PA. Only one tattoo on his navel. Biohazard. His eyes were green and his beard was bushy. He looked around late 40s. Both tits were pierced and his grin made my cock twitch. He also sent 6 more videos, all which shows him fucking guys around my age, from your average jock to your typical twink like me. Each video ends with the bottom begging him to breed him. Their eyes were fully dilated and it seemed as if they were on something. Strangely, I got hard. This was what I secretly needed I thought to myself. "Hot pics. I'm Felix. You?" "Who I am doesn't matter. You're going to call me Master and you're going to come over here." "No way.." Before I finished typing I backspaced and wrote "Where?" Master lived a few stations away from where I was. Pie-IX. It took 10 minutes to reach his place. Luckily, I caught the last train for the night. I found myself in front of a renovated duplex that indicated the much detested gentrification that's plaguing the city. I buzzed #6 and climbed up. As the door open, I see Master in a leather harness and chaps. His muscles were squeezing out of the black outfit he was wearing and it made me think twice of why I came here. Less than 10 messages exchanged and here I am in front of a Dom one head taller than me. Never would I see myself in this position a few years ago when I volunteered for the LGBT Club during Pride. "Hello Felix. I'm Pierre. But call me Master when you're in my house. It's nice to finally see you outside the gym shower." Upon closer inspection of his face, I realized who Master is. When I first started lifting, I remembered seeing a man of his stature jacking off in the shower during my morning workout. We made eye contact but the fog made it hard to fully recognize him. He would always wear a tanktop and a dirty jockstrap under his thigh high shorts. His ass was spectacular. I never had the guts to ask him how much he squats. All I know was that his intimidating presence always made my workout shorter. Deep inside, he knew that he turned me on. "Oh wow...I remember you." "It's been a while, eh? Why don't I see you at the gym anymore?" "Finals. Just graduated last week. Feeling kinda horny now and got lazy to go to the gym. Shit, I've always wanted to say Hi to you." "But you didn't. Good. I wouldn't want to distract you from your studies. I know I have had guys from your college transformed after meeting me." "You're not shy, aren't you? Transform?" "For the better. You'll see. Wanna come in?" I didn't know what I was getting myself into but his friendliness in real life compared to online made me step in. "Care for some water? Or gatorade? There's a special ingredient." I was curious to know what the special ingredient was so I agreed on gatorade. He told me that this drink would make me feel better. I protested that I don't do hard drugs. "A little drink never hurt anybody, right? Plus, this is safe. You'll be alright. I'm here." Very comforting. I thought, fuck it I don't have any more responsibilities for now. Summer is here. I gulped the drink and he started asking me a series of questions that felt like I was being interrogated. "What did you expect when you come here?" "I don't know. I just want to get fucked. Have some fun because I deserve it. Worked my ass off for college that my ass now needs some actual work. Your videos also tempted me." Shit, can't believe I said that. "Yes, those videos always make guys hard to resist. Tell me Felix, what are you into?" "I'm mostly versatile but I've been thinking of bottoming more. Getting fucked rough. Been watching some dirty porn. Thought of trying new things. But I play safe though." "Interesting. Have you tried any toys?" "I have a dildo and a buttplug that I rarely use. I also have some jocks but I'm going commando tonight." "Do you want to experience new things?" By now, I started to feel a bit lightheaded and everything felt like it was in the right place. "Sure. Meeting someone as old and hot as you is already a new experience. Why me, though?" "I do the questions, Felix. As for why you, I've always had a preference for college guys. Twink types with bubbly ass that needs some kneading. The ones who are secretly addicted to cum and is a true cumdump. Do you think that might be you?" I hesitated to answer because I do love cum. Just in my mouth. So I thought. I enjoy nourishing cum but the idea of cum in my ass seemed so far fetch. Yet, deep down, I know that it would be one of the hottest things to experience. Seeing a video of a guy getting bred by 10 different guys made me wish I was the center of attention. Even after factoring my stance on playing safe. It was a conflicting thought. "I'm not sure..I might get a disease and all that." "Might. Not definitely" "Yeah, there's a risk to it. Even if it would be fucking hot to have cum drip out of my ass from different guys." I wasn't sure whether it's the drink or my inner thoughts thinking out loud again but I was clearly succumbing to him. "So it's fucking hot, you say? And the risk, so what? I'm positive and I take meds. Sometimes. I still live. Not many side effects." By now, I can see where the conversation was going and the better part of me still tried to reason it out but the real side of me could only respond with "Really? And you're okay with that?" "Yes, I'm okay with that. Other people, not so but who cares? They don't have to know unless I state it. Plus, don't you think that raw bareback sex is the true way we should fuck? Having one's seed in you? Being a part of someone? To claim and be claimed? As nature intended to?" The effects of the drink was now stronger and I realized that I have been holding a hard on for a while. "I mean, your cock is rock hard for a reason, right Felix?" I'm not sure why but every time he calls me Felix, I get turned on more and more. "Hm, as nature intended too...I guess you're right..I could try. It would be hot with you." Why was I saying this? His aura definitely revealed a different side of me. "Do you want me to breed you, Felix?" "Yes." I've fully succumbed to the drink by now and I have no regrets. "Do you want me to use my toys on you? Stretch your ass and make you become the real cumdump you are?" "Yes." No regrets again. "Excellent. Let's relax and have a smoke first before we continue. We have the whole night. Or weekend if you last long." At first, I thought that we would be smoking some weed but Master brought in a different kind of pipe. A glass one. He then inserted some substance that looked like salt rocks and lit a butane lighter under it. "Hey, what is that?" "No Hey, it's Master. You will not disrespect me in my house." It's striking how quick his tone changed after I agreed to his proposals. "Master, what kind of weed is that?" "It's not weed, Felix, it's my good friend Tina. You're going to enjoy her. Don't be shy now." As Master took the pipe away from the lighter and inhaled the smoke, Master embraced me and we made our first kiss. "Breathe in, boy." Now I'm called boy. I don't even know why I agreed to inhaled but I'm glad that it didn't taste so bad or burnt as bad as most joints would. "Hold it in and don't let go until I tell you to." I kept it in and after a few moments, Master gestured me to open my mouth and a trail of white smoke was expelled. My heart began pumping and I felt an intense rush that I've never felt before. Everything felt amazing and when I saw Master, it felt like I need to worship him. We shotgunned, as Master would say for a few times and with every breathe I inhaled from Master's mouth, the more I am obligated to him. It was a completely new feeling that I had never felt before. Soon, Master told me to strip and to follow him to his bedroom. Master then brought me to his bathroom where I was told to kneel on all fours. I starred at the lights in enhancement as I felt a cold liquid applied on my ass and crotch. Master was now shaving me gently. "We want a clean and smooth boy, don't we?" I nodded and whispered "Yes, Master." A tip of a nozzle was then inserted into my ass and I suddenly felt full. "Don't worry boy, this is to clean you out. You've douched before. The only difference is that this is a bit special. It's meeting Tina after." My ass felt full and I could recall a tingling sensation happening. After releasing the liquid from my bowel, Master fingered me. Oddly enough, his fingers felt like it was covered in sand. "Wow, Master, Wow" I couldn't explain how I felt. Only that Master's finger no longer felt like sand. It felt smooth like cream. I moaned louder than I started and Master turned on the shower head to fully wash me. Stepping out of the shower, Master took out one of his dirty jocks that looked like it was ravaged by cum and piss. On the band, it says POZ PIG. Before instructing me to wear it, Master made me inhale the jock and savor its odor. "This boy, is my golden jock. Many boys before you have worn this and have earned the title that you'll soon receive" Despite being worn numerous of times, it snapped on me perfectly. I looked myself in the mirror and I noticed that my body is now completely shaved except for my head. When Master touches me, it feels like electricity running through my nerves. "Get on the bed now, boy. On your back. We've only just begun. You're doing very good so far." I lied on the bed and Master took out some ropes that was then tightly tied from the bed poster to my limbs. Each leg was tied to each arm to ensure that my ass was spread out to give Master the view he deserved. I was still in bliss thanks to my new friend Tina. Master came up to me and put the pipe in my mouth, directing me to inhale 6 times. The rule was that for every 30 minutes, I would get 6 shots. The lights were then dimmed to reveal the ceiling lights which had UV lamps. Master then took out a chest under his bed. In it contains all the toys that he would use on me. First, he took out a pair of gloves and a jar. The label on the jar read + CUM X + Master came up to me to peck me and brush my face before proclaiming, "This is the last time I will be soft on you. I will be soft on you after you're done which we both aren't sure of when. Are you ready to submit to me? To release your inhibition and be who you truly are?" "YES, MASTER. I AM READY. I SURRENDER MYSELF TO YOU." I shouted with full confidence and determination to realize my true potential. Master only responded with "Good boy. That's the cumdump bitch that's starting to come out of the second closet speaking." He was right. I didn't know where this came from. Techno music started playing and without warning, I felt Master's fingers in me with the content of the jar. It glowed under the lights. First it was one, then two. After, it was his palm and by the time his whole fist was in me, it felt incredible. Despite his warning, Master was gentle and my ass accommodated him with agility. To avoid an early rosebud, Master did not spend too much time fisting me. Rather, he began inserting a string of anal beads to stretch my ass out. "Slowly, but surely, boy. I think we're gonna spend the whole weekend here." I nodded and stared at his eyes with the most lust I've had since I lost my virginity. Each sequencing bead got bigger and as I screech from the initial pain, I slowly moaned at every insertion. 5 beads were now in me and I still did not feel full. It was as if I wanted more. Finally, all 7 were in. Master then slowly pulled out the string and inserted it again. He increased his paced as I groaned and moaned with pleasure. The final pull made me scream with Master chucking and spitting in my mouth. "Good fucking boy. I want to hear those screams because that's how a pig should sound." Bullets of sweats were now perspiring out of my pores and the heat had only made the bed sheets wetter. Master did deliver his promise that it was going to be alright as he fed me the gatorade throughout my stretching for hydration. For some reason, despite experiencing this newfound pleasure, my cock was soft. Master told me that this was normal when you're friends with Tina. I didn't mind as I was enjoying everything that was happening. After the beads, Master began using the different dildos that he had, with the smallest being at least 3 times bigger than the one I have back home. Its girth was larger than a Campbell Can. With each dildo, the precision that Master had was unparalleled. Never have I thought that I could feel this good from my ass being stretched. Throughout my moans, Master was encouraging me and telling me how good of a bitch I was. It was dirty but caring. "Master's really glad you came tonight, boy. I haven't found a potential pig in a while now. You're doing so great. A proper cumdump is what you're going to be, right, boy?" "Yes, Master, I'm embracing the cumdump that I am." "Good, boy. Very good. I rarely do this during first times, but I think it's time to make this a weekend and introduce you to my other friends. Are you ready boy?" "I don't know, Master. Are they like Tina?" "Haha no boy, these are real friends. You're going to serve them too, just like you serve me. Like a true cumpdump, right boy?" "Yes, Master." Master continued to fuck me with each dildos for hours. My ass was now fully stretched but I still felt unfulfilled. As if it's missing something. Master's cock. I wondered when Master will finally impale me and fill me with his seed. Before or after his friends show up? I wasn't sure. The cum in the jar did no justice despite my eyes being fixated on its glow. All I know was that the feeling that I experienced did not subside thanks to the occasional smoke that Master gave me. Time did not feel the same and before I know it, the Sun had started to rise. "Don't worry, boy, this bedroom is always night time." With that, Master closed the shade and put on a different playlist that had a darker electronic tune. "We're not even halfway done, boy. You still have a long way to go." I was still sweating and enjoying the high but the uncertainty of what was about to come made me nervous for a moment. However, after another puff and additional gatorade from Master, I became more excited. Master caressed me for a while and slapped me in intervals, revealing a side of me that enjoys pain. My moans of approval encouraged him to take out his bondage equipment and soon, I was wearing a leather head harness with a ball gag, salivating to Master's nods of appeasement. Chained clamps was then clipped to both nipples and I moaned louder. Master really knows what he was doing and I was savoring every moment of it. "It's already 10 AM. Master has got to run some errands and get some more tools for tonight. Piss on the bed if you want to, boy. That's natural musk." 9 hours passed but it felt like 90 minutes. Before leaving me, Master took out a steel butt plug that's double the size of his fist into me, anchoring me onto the bed, my ass full of the glow jar cum, leaking periodically. I still did not feel full but only a heavy weight in my ass. The TV was then turned on to show some kind of amateur porn. It didn't take long for me to realize it was Master's homemade videos of him fucking his previous boys, some wearing the jock I was wearing. Some boys were blonde, some were muscled, and I recognized one who was the quarterback of the football team. All getting bred by Master and his friends, who were large as Master was. Some of Masters friends would piss in them after breeding them and some had two boys with Master instructing them to fuck each other with a double end dildo while being fed Tina. I couldn't take my eyes away from it for a second. I was left in this state until Master came back. Hunger was not an issue at all as I didn't feel any desire to eat. Just to fuck and cherish everything that I was going through. I peed on the bed twice as the plug made it hard to contain my ladder. It wasn't until Master's 6th film in which an Arab exchange student was begging to be pozzed by Master ended that I hear the door being unlocked. My cock was still limp since 12 hours ago and I was not exhausted at all. I estimated it was already 4 PM. I heard Master's voice trailing from below... "I'm telling you guys, this pig is built different. He's definitely going to make you bust your 3 weeks HV Load, Jack. Also Randy, you better keep that T piss for him." "That's why I brought my own stuff. Unlike Jack!" Laughter then followed from what sounds like more than a group of men who I am certain are Master's friends. To think that I have another 24 hours...

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.

When the top is about to blow, I open up my hole wide, and let the top go deep if he needs more friction. Even if I feel him shooting his load, what turns me on the most is the tops moaning

The instances of PrEP failures I have heard of, like the 2015 failure in Toronto, suggest mostly that the issue at hand was not the viral load but rather mutations in the virus that let it evade Truvada. A HVL should.not matter so much as the virus is not Truvada-resistant.

Short answer is that there's probably no good data on this, because it would be unethical to conduct the kind of experiment necessary to answer the question. Longer answer: Conventional studies show a very, very low risk of contracting HIV if you're on PrEP (what they call "breakthrough" cases). But to adequately answer what you're asking, they would have to have bottoms on PrEP take loads from high viral load tops. You'd also have to stagger the exposures, so that some bottoms would only get bred once, some would get several loads at one time, some would get multiple loads over a longer period of time, and so forth, in order to see whether there was a "breaking point" and whether it was something reached by cumulative exposure alone (like getting it daily for a few weeks) or reached by overwhelming the system (by taking multiple loads from different men in a single session). Strictly speaking, they'd also have to be sure that the bottom wasn't exposed to other men beyond what was documented, and that there was no IV drug use, for instance, that might change the results. But the fact that the number of known PrEP failures that can't be attributed to poor adherence to the prescribed regimen is very, very low, a logical inference would be that it works pretty darned well even against HVL semen. "Pretty darned well," of course, isn't perfect.

I am beyond excited about this story!!! I love the metaphysical aspect of the disappearing biohazard tattoo and stealing a bottom's youth/health. Fucking hot! Please continue ASAP. PLEASE!!!

Amen! I am still locked but unfortunately don't have much time today, but still managed to get fucked by 3 guys since I woke up (plus the partner) so I am carrying 5 loads while running errands 😁

I’m 64 my partner of 7 years is 26. He prefers 55+. We can find older tops frequently to breed him. Oldest I’ve seen breed him was 82. The boy loves his daddies and grand daddies.

AS you can see in my profile pic, I am very loose and capable of easily taking any size cock(s) as well as fists. I am a sex pig naturally but poppers, poppers take me to a level of sexually hungry and happy that cannot be matched. Plus, they help make me even looser than my size hungry ass already is. I got to a point where popperbating and gooning when I'm not having sex is thing. Between my husband and i there are poppers all over the house as he's as big a pig there as i am. I love the scent of Amsterdam poppers especially and they are my favorite high while I bate, ride my huge toys, or get my ass stuffed with cocks and hands.

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

I love the way this is written. love his other story too.....wish he'd continue both of them. 🙂

We have the exact opposite at byhouses here in Portland, the bottom areas of the suck ramps almost always have a few hopefuls waiting around, and if cocks are being offered for sucking guys will line up 3 or 4 deep to suck them, but very few guys are looking to fuck or be fucked. I'm fully versatile, and unlike most of the country where there is a shortage of tops and a surplus of bottoms, there is a shortage of both here. I see guys getting offended by the idea that you thought they wanted to either fuck or get fucked, in both ABS and bathhouse situations, a lot. I don't know which is worse, the guys that get offended by the idea of fucking, or the ones that know 1001 ways to have sex without touching a cock and insist on telling you about them.

I agree but I believe its the fact that ABS tend to be mostly oral. Its always a cocksuckers first choice. Most bathhouses, sex parties and sex clubs I frequent guys are into anal primarily. I find myself seeking out the good cocksuckers as I LOVE good oral. I never have a problem finding asses to fuck. Case in point - Slammers Fort Lauderdale. The suck ramps are always half-empty and barely used. However the group fuck room (round bench) and the dark fuck room (regular bench) are always jam packed.

At first I thought it was laziness and avoidance. I topped some guys and was hooked on the experience and now I want to take loads. As I've continued thinking about all of this, I realize the truth is that I'm not seeking out PrEP because I'm a bit of a passive chaser. I don't intend on having HVL partners, but I won't know for sure since I'm open to playing with u=u guys and neg guys all the same. I've opened up a bit to the fact that I'm turned on by the risk, piggy play, poz talk, and eventual conversion as I continue to ease into this path.

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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.

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)

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

A few thoughts, and a correction: That's an understandable concern, and it's a tough call to make. On the one hand, you might go 20 or 30 years without getting pozzed, and that's 20 or 30 years of no damage to your system from the medication. On the other hand, once you're pozzed, you not only will be on medication for the rest of your life, but your body will be constantly under siege from the virus, essentially always on high alert (which might cause eventual damage of its own). One plus: if you exclusively top, you're already at lower risk than if you were an exclusive or regular bottom. One way to avoid increasing that risk is to use a condom in the riskiest situations - for instance, if you fuck guys in bathhouses or other places where they may already have one or more loads in them, or if you are fucking someone a complete stranger whose habits you don't know. You're not at risk in situations where the bottom has no other loads in his system and he's either negative or undetectable, so that compromise might push your already lower risk into the "almost but not quite completely" safe area. The correction: Truvada is ordinarily not prescribed for HIV treatment. By itself, it's effective for prevention, but not for treatment; essentially all modern HIV treatment options contain at least three different antiviral medications, and Truvada (and Descovy) only contain two of those. So it's possible that HIV treatment, which will contain MORE types of medication, may be even more toxic to your system than Truvada or Descovy would be.

Chapter 17 Either way that water wasn’t exactly sealed as he thought, it had a dose of an experimental potent Viagra, He would not only be Horney with all sorts of energy but would also get an erection that should last for a while. He would want to fuck for hours and probably with the Tina in him would have problems getting across the finish line. After the guy left, with a few loads of cum in him, the attention went to the slave. He was still chained up and three guys were seeing just how much he could take. He had already gotten a slam and now a nasty looking liquid being forced into his ass. It was thick. One of the guys saw a couple some of the attendants looking at him and he said the this was a nasty mix of chems and lubes. It will get him spun and very much more applicable to what is coming at the farm. The neighbor looked and said “ I think the farm hands are going to be happy with our presents “. After the injector was pulled out an expandable butt plug was pushed nm his ass. A couple pumps of the inflator and you could see the base being pulled in. The Slave started twitching around. It was a bit uncomfortable, even though he had been fucked by at least six of the guys. Some were very thick and stretched his ass open. A quick check below the bench and you could see a puddle of cum that had leaked out of the Slave’s ass, that is why they used an inflatable plug. One of the guys rubbed the stomach of the Slave and told him it would feel better soon. He asked him “ Do you want more or are you ready to stop and leave “? The Slave knew that the terms of this was if he stopped, he could leave at any time but he would never be permitted back into the ‘Den’. The Slave said “ No, I can take it “. All he knew than was that he felt a great heat and a yearning from his mid-section and it was spreading in him. He could feel the tingling in his head and he could swear that his feet were tingling also. It might have been from the drugs that were injected in him or the fact that his feet had been chained over his head for hours to make his ass more accessible. He wasn’t sure how many loads he took or who had pissed in his ass, for that much he thought he had swallowed his fair share of cum also. The pressure no his guts subsided some and his owner asked him “ Feeling better my little pet “? The Slave simply nodded, his head was spinning and it felt great. His owner then asked one more time, “ Are you ready for the farm”, and the Slave weakly answered “ Yeeesss “. The owner reach for the inflator and pumped it more. There was a look of uneasiness on his Slave’s face and he reminded him that it needed to be inflated fully to keep all that in his ass during the trip out. He also added “ When you get there you can give birth to it if you want “. The His Master disconnected the inflator hose from the plug. He knew that the thing would not deflate until the hose was connected and the release valve was pushed. They unchained the Slave and sat him up to get some cloths on him. The Slave’s head was spinning and it felt like he had a basketball in his ass. The Slave was asked how he felt and he looked up and all he could say was “ I feel fucking great “! The Slave was lead up the Steps and to a Van, He could either sit or lay down on the back seat for his twenty minute trip to the farm. The Neighbor looked over at the Kid. There was a crowd around him. He couldn’t see the action but with the Movements he knew one guy would fuck him while another waited his turn. He was going to go into see the Kid and give him another shot when he heard the distinctive sound of latex gloves being snapped. It was coming from the guy that was bent over.

I will take a used leaking cum hole any day over a fresh clean hole.

I accept the fact that we are all going to pass away at some point. Death and taxes, two things that are inevitable. I believe that guys who do porn are just like the rest of us. However in the advent of the internet and social media, when someone from the adult entertainment industry passes away it may grab 30 seconds on some gay website. Twenty years ago that was not the case, you may not have heard about someone you recognize passing for weeks or months. I try not to make assumptions about why someone has died. It's a cliche to say "oh another drug overdose". Not long ago, I believe I watched on U-Tube, a tribute to gay porn stars who have passed away. You would think AIDS or Drugs were the usual reasons. What I found surprising were so many who died from things anyone can die from. Car accidents, domestic abuse issues, home invasions, etc. The reasons can vary. I don't start researching to look at someone's "body of work" in porn just because they passed away. If they come across my computer, or on the screen when I look up at a party, it clicks in my mind that they are no longer with us. But I certainly don't get aroused or depressed. These people, just like other people died, and that's part of the cycle of life.

Everyone will at a point pass away. It isn't like that is an option... I will watch old movies as well as older porn, and I appreciate the life those people shared with us in cinema.

I'm not into mixing love and sex because anonymous sex encounters are my preferred type. Occasionally I hook up with young guys and with them I feel love while I'm getting fucked and bred. I know a young guy that I met on a bus and whom I like a lot, and every time we have sex I tell him that I love him while he breeds me.

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

Chapter 13 His Neighbor had the needle piercing the skin of the Kid. He looked over at this arm and saw that the Neighbor was ready to inject him. At the same time he felt something penetrating his ass. It felt cold but at the same time he very warm. The Neighbor said “ Hope you ready for this, It will get you twisted really quick”. He was grinding on what ever was up his ass. It wasn’t very big but it felt great. He also heard someone comment that there were only three bottoms tonight and so far they had over twenty confirmed tops. The Neighbor heard that and told the Kid “ Hope your ready for the Fun tonight. You three will probably be here for a couple days. We usually have few bottoms to server the guys”. At that moment the effects of the drugs hit him. His ears were ringing and his had a taste in his mouth. He stared coughing and his body was on fire. His cock that had the sounds in it felt like it never did before. What he didn’t know was that the guy administering it had pulled out the first one and had pushed a larger one in. this one had a special use, it was hollow and could inject anything that a master wanted to put in there. IN this case was a drug from the orient that would keep him hard but had a nasty side effect. No matter how hard a guy tried, he would not be able to cum for hours, it was designed to drive the patient crazy with lust. At the same time, whatever he had up his ass wasn’t near enough, he wanted more, a lot more. He could feel a burning in his body. The Guy gently rubbed the Kid’s chest and nipples. The Kid was doing what he could to get more action everywhere on his body. He could feel something happening on his ass but he couldn’t figure what it was. With the drugs taking effect he was going crazy. He felt that cold object pulled from his ass and then the sounds was pulled out. That tingled and he felt a hot rush spread from it to his nuts. He then felt something rubbing on his ass. It was a hot cock and the kid tried to move down to get it in his but strapped down as he was, he was unable to move than an inch either way. This was by design. The guy in this position could not see who or what was going up his ass and could not move to get anymore in him or to get away from it. That part of his body was held prisoner. The Kid heard the guy next to him objecting to something that was happening on the other sire of the wall. He was saying “ Please. No more. I am already feeling the effects of the first one and i am burning up”. He looked over and about that time he saw the guy moved to the extent of his bindings. Apparently, someone put something up his ass. The Kid could clearly see the guy’s eyes and they looked like they were going to pop out. The Guy loudly said “ Shit! That hurts “. The Neighbor walked over to the Guy and said ‘ You’ve had a double dose of meth pushed up your ass, Remember you asked for that”? the guy was panting and said “ Yes, But .. “ His word was cut off by what ever was going in his ass, he looked like he was going to explode . The Neighbor said “ Be careful what you ask for, you wanted this, now your getting it weather you want it or not “. The Neighbor put a ball gage in the guy’s mouth and fastened it. the guy was mumbling and couldn’t be heard much. The Neighbor said “ I will take that gage off in a few minutes. BY then you will not be objecting much “. The Neighbor looked over at the Kid and said the guy had asked to get his ass really messed up and to get spun out of his mind. That is exactly what he will be getting. The Drugs will last for a long while and when we are done with him tonight they will be taking him to the farm. That is an actual farm that uses migrant workers this time of year. The one that they will be taking him to had over one hundred men that look forward to some release. He said the guy will be tied to a special fucking bench and blindfolded. His cock, ass and mouth will be available to use for anything. It is not unusual to see the tied person get thirty or more loads in his ass over the weekend, And that doesn’t count the piss injections or the loads he will be swallowing. He said that he took a guy there last month, he stayed there to make sure he wasn’t killed or damaged to badly. He was also there to make sure he kept spun and horned up. There is one migrant worked that is probably a mutant in the cock area. He is Mexican and his cock almost hangs almost to his knees and would take two hands to circle the thickness. I have never seen anything that big. He fucked the guy, I watched the guy and put a ball gage in his mouth before the guy stared penetrating him. He said he actually took the gage off the guy to make sure he wasn’t hurting to much. Between the excitement and the drugs, he was wanting more in him. The Mexican blew and enormous load in the guy’s ass. When the Mexican pulled out, the Cum sprayed out like a hose. Hie ass gaped open, it practically ruined the fun for the others after that. The Neighbor walked over to the Kid, knowing he was already high and the drugs were working on him. He licked the Kid’s sensitive nipples and asked “ You think you would want that.“?

7 he sealed his fate He wanted to sleep but he couldn't because his mind was going in all directions, he was horny, he wanted to play with himself, he wanted a new shot of chems, was he sure he really wanted this, what was that about babies and DNA. He didn't know what to do. The Tv flashed on and again he was shown horny images of firm men using a young dude. He couldn't take it anymore he wanted to play with himself but was not allowed by his master or he was going to get punished, but did he want a master. Did he want this life. His hand went down and he wanted to put his hand around his stiff pole to pull it because he really needed to cum. But his subconscious was holding him back. He should not do this he did not want to have to watch again. He wanted and would be a good slave, a slave his master was proud of and a slave worthy of being used. Brad was completely transformed, he was completely stripped of his straight side, all that remained was what his master had imprinted in his mind. That he was a slut, a slave with a mouth to suck dicks and drink piss, a body to torment and a hole to be filled with real men's dicks. The longer the wait for Jack took the harder it got for Brad. But the wait was rewarded after several hours. The Tv went off the dimmed lights in the room became brighter and the door opened. Brad's heart began to beat faster, would his master be happy with his behavior would he be used. Would he also get a fist in his ass today. Jack stood in the doorway and looked at his new creation lying on the bed. He saw Brad looking hungry, hungry for a cock, for a master to serve. Well slut, have you done what your master asked you to do. Have you been a good slut while I was gone. Brad nodded and said yes sir. We will check that then. Get on all fours said Jack and Brad did as asked. The chems were still untouched, and Brad's pole was still hard and there was no trace of seed. Good for you said Jack. Is your pussy ready too said Jack. Brad's head turned red, he knew what his master meant. He had forgotten to rinse his cunt as his master had instructed him to do the first day. Jack saw that Brad was turning red. Jack let out a loud sigh, you are not there yet he slut. How can I use you now he said. You deserve a good spanking, and he went over to the wall where the whips went and took a board and stood behind Brad and hit his ass with it. Brad let out a loud cry with each stroke but Jack didn't hold back and hit harder and harder with each weep. Do you know why I am doing this he ran loudly, Brad who was crying out, yes master I know, I am not a good slut, it will not happen again. Jack slapped a few more times and when he saw that Brad's ass was looking well red he stops. I'll go make another phone call first and when I come back you can just see that you're ready to go. Brad nodded, and said sorry master, I will try harder. Jack walked out of the room and grinned because he knew Brad was completely his now. Brad quickly went to the bathroom and he wanted to flush his pussy but he couldn't because his ass still hurt too much from the beatings he had received. Despite the pain he tried to flush himself but every time he got to his ass he started moaning. With tears rolling down his cheeks he managed to clean himself in front of his master. When he was done he stepped over to the wall with clamps and the whips. He took some clamps, the same ones they had used on cunt and a whip. He put them on the mat in front of the bed and sat himself on the mat on all fours. Jack came back in and saw Brad sitting ready and he looked at the clamps and whip in amazement. What is this slut said Jack, speak. This is to punish me still master because I was not flushed, I want to be a good slut for you master and I hope you will forgive me and make me feel I was wrong. Jack's tongue went over his lips and was surprised in a gooey way of what he heard his slave say. I like hearing that he said. You are starting to learn. But I decide how you are punished and he took the clamps and whip and put them back. Brad wanted to say something, but could barely contain himself, he remembered what Tom had told him, that he should not talk out of turn and that he had nothing to want. Jack took a taser and some pegs, came up behind Brad and placed them on Brad's scrotum. The pegs gave Brad a pinching sensation and with each peg placed he thanked Jack. When all the pegs were placed, Jack pulled hard on Brad's cock and administered a surge of electricity to Brad's balls. Brad moaned in pain and Jack whispered in his ear. I hope you learned your lesson slut. I hope when I come in next time that you're ready to go right away. Brad sobbed and nodded affirmatively. 'Do what is required of you and then we will play a lot together. Don't do this and I'll make sure you don't have any more balls and cock, understood. Brad nodded and said sorry again master, it won't happen again. I actually had a surprise for you but you just proved that you are not ready yet and need some training first. Brad looked sad at the thought that he had just missed out on a surprise. But he was determined to do better and show that he was worth the surprise. He nodded to his master and wanted to speak. Jack saw this and said he could speak. I will do better said Brad I will show that I am worthy of that surprise and deserve it master. Do with me what you will, I am ready to serve you and do what is asked of me. Jack grinned, he had Brad just where he wanted him. Can I really do anything with you he said, will you do anything to make me happy, because if you say yes to this again then there is no turning back. Do you want to feel your master's dirty DNA running through your veins? Jack knew he was taking a risk here because if Brad said no now he could start back from square one. Brad looked doubtfully at Jack because he still didn't know what he meant by dirty DNA. Getting no answer and seeing that Brad looked doubtful he said it again, are you sure you want to do anything for your master. Do you want to feel my blood running through your veins and be mine forever. Brad wanted to serve his master and do anything for him and let go of his doubts. Yes master I want your dirty DNA I want to be yours forever and feel your blood running through my veins. I want to serve you and be used by you like a slut should be used. My body is yours and you decide what happens to me from now on. It was done. Jack looked with pride at his new acquisition. He had just created a new slut, a slut who would forever do whatever he asked. Good slut said Jack, then we will make you my property once and for all. He went over to the table where the slam was ready and took a tourniquet and tied his arm off looked for a good vein and stuck the needle from the prepared slam in it. Brad looked at the slam with hungry eyes and had hoped that one was for him. Jack withdrew the plunger and drew blood up into the syringe. The blood mixed with the Tina and the translucent liquid now turned red. He pulled the needle back out of his vein and unloaded the tourniquet. Brad didn't quite understand what was happening. Why did master draw some blood. Jack told Brad to come sit on the bed, Brad obeyed and Jack tied Brad's arm off and looked for a good vein. He stuck the needle in the vein and said to Brad you may prove that you mean business, and yourself inject your master's dirty blood into your vein. If you do that you prove your loyalty to me, and confirm that you are my property forever and that I will decide everything for you from then on, that you will let my HIV DNA flow into your body and want to be a positive slut, and that you accept your new status. Brad got the syringe in his hands and he didn't know what to think about first. Had he heard correctly. HIV, property, HIV. He hesitated. Jack came up beside him and whispered in his ear. When you push that syringe into your vein you will forever be my son, my slut son, I will always take care of you. When the syringe is empty I will reward your pussy with my pole and you will get a nice portion of seed. I will always keep you on a good high from then on and provide you with all the cocks and seed you have left. Brad looked into Jack's eyes and put his finger on the plunger. His thoughts were going in all directions. He realized that when he pushed the syringe into his vein there was no going back and he would forever be Jack's property and have nothing more to decide or say and he would make himself HIV positive. The days long abuse, little sleep left him unable to think clearly and the desire for his masters pole, the desire for the Tina and his promise to be a good slut took over. Carefully he pushed on the plunger and the Tina mixed with Jack's blood disappeared gently into his vein. A smile appeared on Jack's face and said, good girl squirt your master's tainted blood into your vein. Just a little more and you will be my son. Brad looked at Jack in love and pushed harder on the plunger, he felt the liquid flow into his vein. Jack watched the liquid disappear into Brad's vein and his cock began to spontaneously harden. As the last drop disappeared from the syringe and went into Brad's arm, Brad's fate was sealed. Jack took over and pulled the syringe from the vein and unloaded the tourniquet. Brad coughed heavily, he felt the Tina flow through his body and began to fly briskly. Look son how proud you've made your daddy. My pole is starting to leak from it. He took hold of Brad's head looked deep into his eyes and saw that Brad was looking at him in love but fully flying. Brads mouth fell open and Jack started kissing him. Brad groaned, yes daddy, use me daddy, from now on I am all yours. I will give you what you deserve my slut son. You have made me completely hard with your decision to become my son. He pulled Brad's hair and turned him around. Without hesitation he pushed his pole hard into Brad's still tight pussy and began to fuck him hard. Brad groaned in pleasure, you won't regret this slut, from now on your miserable life will only revolve around serving, serving real men. Your body will be used and abused and you will enjoy it and beg for it. Jack thrust his pole hard into the pussy of Brad who was in slut heaven. It wasn't long before Jack was squirting his seed into the bowels of his new son. He fell down on Brad's back and took a breath. Brad was still fully flying and didn't realize Jack was out of the room for a moment. When Jack came back in he saw Brad playing with his pussy, watching him take the seed that was running out of it with his fingers and put it in his mouth. I like to see that slut said Jack, never let anything go to waste from what you get from master. He offered him his limp cock which was still on was dripping. Lick your master's pole clean slut. Brad opened his mouth and eagerly licked his daddy poper's pole. When his pole was licked clean he took Brad and placed him on all fours on the fuck bench. He was secured to the bench so he couldn't get out. Brad felt something being placed against his pussy and then Jack came up beside him. It's time for your surprise he said. I will stretch your tight cunt open so I can start your fist training tomorrow. Brad who was still in slut heaven let the drool run out of his mouth and moaned softly. Jack had placed a fucking machine behind Brad. On the machine was a dildo with a narrow tip that was getting thicker and thicker. The machine was programmed so that every 10 min it would push deeper into Brad's pussy, the thickest point of the dildo was 4 inches and when he could get that in he was ready for fist training. Jack some more with Tina laced lube and pushed it into Brad's pussy and started the machine. Brad got even hotter, felt he was sweating profusely and felt his pussy screaming to be fucked. The fucking machine was only in its starting position, stroking his sphincter with each thrust and moving very slowly. Brad hoped the dildo would disappear into his pussy soon and tried to push his ass back but couldn't because he was tied to the fucking bench. Patience son soon your pussy will be pulled open. The first 10 minutes were over and the dildo was now carefully pushing open the sphincter with each thrust. With each thrust Brad moaned softly and asked for deeper, more and harder. Jack couldn't contain his laughter and pulled Brad's hair and told him to be patient. Jack turned the Tv back on and images appeared of a young man being fucked. This time it was footage of Brad himself getting fucked for the first time. It took him a while to realize it himself but when he saw it it turned him on even more. Jack left the room and Brad was now alone with fuck machine slowly but surely stretching his pussy open and the images of himself getting fucked for the first time. After an hour, the dildo was at a point where it was the size of Jack's stiff pole. Brad moaned with each thrust in and because the machine moved very slowly his cunt was getting used to the size of the dildo. His sphincter was completely relaxed and no longer closed completely. Jack came back in, it's time to give you some extra Tina slut. He took the lube and lubed up the top of the dildo and added some extra Tina dust. With the next thrust Brad felt the little shards being pushed into his pussy and he got hotter again. I'll let you enjoy it for a while son then you get some rest because I don't want you to crash. Brad was still in slut heaven and nodded affirmatively. The machine pushed on and when it was 2 positions further Brad began to notice that his sphincter was starting to have trouble. The dildo kept getting thicker and thicker and he noticed that his cunt was being pulled open more and more but that he was at his limit. Every time the machine went one position further he had trouble letting the dildo in. But he had no choice because there was no way he could go and the machine didn't stop pushing until he was deep enough. At the start of the penultimate position, Brad was in pain. His sphincter couldn't take it anymore and he moaned in pain. But after 5 min his cunt which by now had become a hole accepted the new thickness and slid the dildo in smoothly and Brad moaned with pleasure. Just before the last position Jack came back in to see how his slut was doing. The machine began the last position and now pushed the dildo in fully when it reached the thickest point Brad moaned again and cried out that he couldn't take it anymore. Not moan slut, accept your new status and enjoy getting your pussy fucked. Instead of moaning open your mouth and suck on your master's pole. Brad opened his mouth and Jack pushed his pole in. The next thrust of the machine began and again Brad wanted to moan at the thickest point and he opened his mouth even more. Jack took advantage of this and pulled Brad's hair and pushed his cock right down his slut son's throat. Brad could moan no more only gag. Jack groaned with pleasure, the pleasure of his pole being deep in his slut's throat and at the sight of the gaping hole that emerged when the dildo pulled back. Again after a few pushes the sphincter adjusted to the new thickness. Brad moaned no more and began to groan with pleasure again. Jack was so horny at the sight of the gaping hole that he couldn't hold back any longer and began to squirt into his slut's mouth. Brad thought no more of his hole as he tasted his masters seed and eagerly swallowed the gift. Jack's cock went back limp in the mouth of Brad who was still swirling his tongue around the limp cock to lick off the last bit of seed. Good slut, I'll give you another reward for your good work you did and he began to piss down Brad's throat. Brad didn't expect this and choked first. Jack stopped for a moment and pulled his slut's hair and told him to keep it all in. Brad nodded and Jack drained his bladder back further into his slut's mouth. The machine's program was over. Jack untied Brad again and threw his exhausted slut on the bed. He put some food on the bed and placed a pitcher next to the bed. You rest for a while slut. We'll continue tomorrow. If you need to piss later you do it in that jug and drink it again so you stay high in the meantime, understood. Brad nodded and said yes daddy I will. The lights dimmed and Jack stepped out of the room. Brad felt his ass and felt that his tight pussy had now become a gaping hole he could insert 4 fingers into his hole without having to stretch his muscle open. The machine had exhausted him and it wasn't long before he fell asleep.

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

I was 13 and snuck out at night to meet a couple guys to suck their cocks behind a store at night.i stripped naked and they both ended up fucking me and after the first guy came in me he pissed all over me as the other guy fucked me doggystyle on the ground so the other guy did the same when he was done. mostly pissing in my face and hair but all over my back and ass and of course in my mouth

PART 8 As if the adrenaline from the sex wasn’t enough, hearing him tell me he was poz just pushed it further. “Get on your back”, Steven ordered. I immediately complied and instinctively pulled my legs up, so that my now twice fucked hole was exposed. “Oh.... oh fuck yeah.look at that crummy boyhole. Your first time here and already leaking cum out of your little hole. There is nothing sexier on earth than a fresh young stud discovering he is a cumdump. And fuck yeah, you are the sexiest one ever. You hole is so hungry, isn’t it?”, he whispered. “I need it so bad!” I almost cried out. And I did need it. Being in that sleazy place and in that tiny room, the stink of cum and men and sex, this amazingly sexy older guy about to fuck me. I was in a place where it was all horny sexy gay men, fucking and sucking, showing off their sexy bodies and beautiful cocks... everyone there for one purpose, to relish every moment of being free to have any kind of hot man sex they want, a focus on cock and cum and holes. Men worshipping men. And here i was, 18 and in a little over an hour, i’d Been completely seduced by it all. And so when Steven asked if I needed it, I can’t tell you how much that in that moment, the only thing on earth that mattered was having him inside me. Shooting sperm deep into my guts. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock, before lining it up with my hole. Our eyes were locked as he slowly worked his Cock head past my ring, til he pushed thru and half his cock slid in me and my eyes rolled back. After a brief pause to make sure I was ok, he continued working his cock, slowly beginning to slide in and out. As my hole opened up for him, he began to fuck me harder, he was still not all the way in. He was much more aggressive than the first two and didn’t say much of anything, just groans and grunts. Since he went from 0-60, I was just trying to catch breath, as he was fucking it out of me. He was really pounding me now, sliding almost all the way out and then deep into me. It jabbed and hurt in that good way bottoms will understand. Finally, as I was practically hyperventilating, he started to mutter thru cleanched teeth., “ oh fuck, here it comes. Fucking here it comes. Fucking big load. Big load. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Gonna shoot. Gonna shoot. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!!!!!!””, the last part much louder as he drove deep and began to spurt blast after blast of hot poz cum into me. I clenched down on his cock, wanting to milk it all out of him, wanting every single drop of his precious seed. My legs were wrapped around him pulling him in. I could feel his cock pulse as he tried to make sure I had all of his semen inside me. Slowly he withdrew and I tried to clamp my hole shut. I didn’t want it leaking out. I had three loads of cum in me now, all hiv positive. I was in Stevens room, having just had his cock flop out of my hole a minute prior and already I was thinking that I still had my key, but my towel was gone. And walking nude thru the halls back to my room might attract another hot Top. Another. Because even though my hole was now pretty raw, I still wanted another. I kissed Steven and then rolled off the bed and stood up on very wobbly legs. “Thank you so much Steven. And... and if you see me here again, please take me back to your room again and do all of this over,” I said with an embarrassed grin. “Oh Chris I can’t wait to fuck you again. And I get the feeling you aren’t done yet tonight either. You have the hottest ass ever. And now it has my cum in it,” he replied. I slipped open the door and completely nude, started my walk down the hall.

PART 6 Ron slowly pulled his cock out of me. I was still getting my breath back. My cock was still hard, as I lay on my back, leg muscles tired from being hoisted up. “Why don’t you lay back and rest up a moment and let me go find you a new friend.” And before I could even reply, he was out the door and I was left in his room. Alone, I finally had a moment to consider what had just happened. I had no idea what time it was, but it couldn’t have been more than a few hours since I got here. And everything has changed. All the time of being safe and careful had been washed away in a night. Now maybe the first time, it had been a surprise and I could tell myself it just happened. But with Ron, I knew. He told me had HIV and I didn’t stop him. I actually asked him to fuck me. Two men I didn’t know a few hours ago had both seduced me and gotten me to let them bareback me. They had gotten me so worked up that I actually asked them to cum inside me. What had happened? And how could getting fucked without a condom feel so much better? Cuz it felt like 1000 times better. But Chris, why didn’t you ask them to pull out? I was afraid to answer that. I didn’t even really understand it yet. But it had seemed important. Vital. Like I needed it. Why? I was clean. And two older guys had both made me feel like I had to have their cum in me. Their HIV pozitive cum. And they had shot deep. In my mind I could picture the jets of cum splattering inside me. Coating my guts. Hot white potent man cum. Poz cum. Soaking into me. Thinking about this I tried to make sure I clamped my hole shut. What they had said about them being inside me forever, it sounded so right. I was still afraid and knew later I’d probably freak out more, but now as I lay back on a dingy cum stained mattress with the thin white sheet covering it, the mirrored wall opposite me and porn playing on the small tv, I just wanted more. I admitted to myself right then. I lay there waiting. I knew Ron would be back with a guy that knew he was going to fuck a bareback bottom. And I just kept wishing for another hot older guy in his 40’s with a huge cut cock. And please let him shoot a massive load. And fuck I hope he is poz. I couldn’t pretend I didn’t think it. Because i kept thinking it over and over. I wasn’t going to fight it, this feeling of needing not just cum in my hole, but poz cum. And as all this was rushing thru my head and the thought of poz cum kept repeating over in my mind, the door opened and in walked Ron, and behind him was his friend that he had found.