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Chapter 1: Finally It all started a couple of years ago when I was 16. My parents started fighting all the time. Up until then it seemed like they had the perfect marriage. But unfortunately my mom caught my dad cheating. I'm not sure with whom but I was definitely disappointed. My dad had completely changed. Now mind you we didn't have a perfect relationship but it wasn't bad either. But now he was distant even with me and I couldn't figure out why. The fighting got so bad that after school I would go to the park and do my homework and just relax to get away from all the yelling. At night when I got home I would go to my room and put my headphones on and just listen to music. The next two years were miserable. My mom became an alcoholic and my dad did whatever he wanted to do and basically just flat out ignored me. I had some money in my savings account and decided when I graduated I was getting out of there as fast as possible. I started searching for a room to rent when I spotted a listing that caught my eye. $200 a month in a 2 story house over looking a lake. I called the number and Frank answered right away. I told him I was interested in the room and we agreed upon a time for me to stop by and check it out. Thankfully I didn't have to wait but a couple of days to meet him and check out the property. It was a 45 minute drive out to the house which flew by because I was enjoying the peace and quiet. As I drove up I was in shock. The house was gorgeous. 2 story brick with a wrap around porch. Huge yard in front with a descent size lake in the back. As I stopped the car Frank came outside to meet me. Up until now I really didn't think about my sexuality because the only thing on my mind was getting away from my parents. Frank looked to be over 6 feet tall and although he wasn't fit per say he definitely wasn't fat either. Me on the other hand I'm maybe 5'5" and weigh about 130 pounds. I thought he was a good looking guy but at this point he didn't turn me on. I just realized Frank was definitely a man's man. We chatted a little outside and walked the property. I did notice that there were no other houses in sight and it didn't bother me at all. As we talked Frank found out why I was looking to get away and he completely understood. After about 20 minutes outside we made our way inside and I just absolutely fell in love with the inside. There were beautiful rugs on the floor and some wonderful paintings throughout the house. The living room had a huge sofa in front of a 75 inch television. Upstairs were 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. This place was perfect. I was stunned at how beautiful the whole place was. Frank asked me if I was interested in moving in and I didn't hesitate. Frank said "Wonderful. But you need to know two things about me first. Once you hear them you might change your mind. Number one I'm gay and number 2 I like to walk around nude." Honestly I didn't care about either one. It was his house after all. I looked at him and said "That's not a problem. May I still move in and would you like me to walk around nude as well?" Frank's eyes lit up and said "Yes you may move in and absolutely I'd love to see you nude." After a handshake we went outside and got my bags from my car. Frank helped me get the bags into the room. Frank said "I'll meet you downstairs when you're finished putting your things away and if you don't mind will you come downstairs nude." I said" I don't mind at all. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be right down." I put my stuff away fairly quickly because I didn't have much. I got undressed and made my way downstairs. Frank was in the kitchen fixing us something to drink. He had the refrigerator open so I couldn't see anything as I walked up. Once I got to him I spotted his cock. His cock dwarfed mine. He had to be 5 inches soft and thick. Very little hair around his cock and balls. I felt myself getting dry mouthed and was unaware that staring at his cock was causing me to get hard as well. I was mesmerized. It was absolutely beautiful. Frank set the drinks down on the counter. Without thinking I asked Frank if I could touch his cock. Without knowing it my whole life was about to change.

Meanwhile, Billy and Jamal were going for another round in our bedroom with Ty joining in. Groped and Pozzed 3 I was forced to sit naked on the floor while I listened to two hung seemingly poz black me fuck my “top” fiance. I could only imagine that he was being spitroasted with Jamal’s cock reaming out his rarely fucked hole. I know I had never fucked Billy in the years that we had been together. I fact, I couldn’t recall Billy ever telling me that he had been fucked, and now he was being dicked by two of the biggest dingers that had ever fucked me. Plus, they are poz! Our bed squeaked loudly for nearly 20 minutes then it just stopped. I could hear voices, but could not make out what they were saying. Then I heard Billy begging and pleading for them to stop. Whatever they were doing was causing him a great deal of stress and pain. Billy seemed to settle down and then it got quiet again, but out of nowhere Billy was moaning and begging for their cocks to split him open. I could not take it anymore. Curiosity got the best of me. I snuck up to my own bedroom door and cracked it open to see Ty on the bottom with his massive dong in my fiance’s ass in the middle and Jamal’s huge dork sliding along right beside Ty. I was amazed that Billy could accommodate such manhood. Hell, I was amazed that anyone could. I grew jealous of Billy getting all that cock. I wanted some to myself. That is when Jamal noticed me at the door and ordered me out of the room. I immediately shuffled out of the room and closed the door behind me. I sat on my knees in the living room for what felt like an eternity. I soon fell asleep on the floor on my knees. I just slouched over until I was startled awake but warm water on the back of my neck and back. I immediately jerked up and caught a facefull of piss from Ty and Jamal. I instinctively opened my mouth letting them drain themselves into a willing receptacle. They got dressed and high-fived each other and left me drenched in their piss in the middle of the living room. I jumped up and went to check on Billy who was sound asleep in the middle of our defiled bed. I wanted to climb in with him, but I knew he had a hard night. So, I showered, mopped the living room, I almost got the pee smell out of air, and by that time Billy was awake and pulling the soiled and cum stained sheets off of the bed. We didn’t talk much that day, but whenever Billy got hard. I was expected to service him. After he put the sheets in the washer, I was on my knees in the shower he slipped his piss hardened cock in to my mouth and filled me belly then he fucked me. Telling me he was wasting his last negative loads on his whore fiance. I shot my useless seed down the shower drain while Billy’s went up my ass. This silent treatment lasted all day Saturday and into the evening on Sunday. I lost count how many times Billy urinated on me or his loads I took. I was becoming his human cum rag and toilet. I am not saying I did not like it, but at least talk to me. That is when there was a knock at the door. Billy ordered me to strip down to my jock, which I always wore around the house, and answer the door. I gave him a quizzed look, but did as I was told. At the door stood Jamal and two other black fellows I have never seen before. Jamal pushed past me as did the other two. Joking that it looked like I was ready and willing for Round #3 with Jamal and his boys. Billy offered up that I was and we were. Jamal ordered me up front and center of the room. He pushed me to my knees. Soon the whole room was naked and nameless black cocks were being force fed to us willingly. Jamal fed me his cock and one of the other guys ordered Billy to suck him too. I could not see the cock being forced down Bily’s throat, but I could hear him gagging on it. Soon standing next to Jamal was the other black kid and he was shoving his cock into the foray. I would suck on Jamal for a few seconds then switch over the equally-sized new cock. I was still dressed. I am sure that is the only thing that slowed these guys down from getting to my ass because I sucked one the other would feel my ass and slowly started to work down my pants. Meanwhile, Billy was now naked and leaning over the back of our black leather lounge chair while his big black invader was eating his ass. Jamal must have thought that was a good idea. He and the other guy I was sucking both already naked and rock hard. They pulled me over to the end of the couch… More to Cum When I am back home from Vacation If you like this story let me know. I am thinking a 5 to 6 parter Joey I love to skype or whereby with verbal guys with a poz fetish. Hit me for a quick chat

I was 21 and lived in an old rundown apartment complex, it had a lot of issues and the landlord wasn’t much help getting things fixed when anyone had an issue. It wasn’t the best place but it was cheap and the neighbors kept to themselves. Well, mostly. There was one neighbor a couple of units across the hall from mine, Mr. Lewis, who was chatty with me every time we passed eachother by. He was an older man in his mid-60s or so. Not in the best of shape, short, balding, round faced and pudgy belly. Always wore a tank top, sweat pants and old worn sandals. The type of guy you would typically see around a place like this. But he was nice enough, always offering to invite me in for some coffee or have a chat. I never took him up on the offer though, he had a bit of that old troll vibe and I had a feeling he had ulterior motives with his invitations. It’s not like I had anything against him, I just get nervous around guys who blatantly flirt with me, I tend to freeze up and ignore their advances. I was always shy like that. Mr. Lewis was no shrinking violet, he was always bold being flirty with me in the hall, casually rubbing his crotch and eyeing me up and down when we chatted. I of course wouldn’t pay much mind to it and keept our conversations brief and continued about our own business. I never considered letting his flirtatious behavior get any further than what it was, for one he wasn’t my type, and secondly one of his previous conversations he casually talked about the difficulties of him hooking up with guys on account of him being poz. I don’t mean to be a prude, but I try to play safe on the rare occasions that I do mess around with anyone at all. It’s been a while for me since I’ve been busy with my college studies. One warm day when I was getting back home from the gym I was particularly tired and sweaty head to toe. I had an intense cardio session and my legs were sore. It didn’t help that I was wearing my bad gym shorts with the broken string, I occasionally had to pull them up from sliding down. It was laundry day as well so I didn’t have any underwear available so I was just free balling it. When I was hobbling back down the hall to my apartment Mr. Lewis came out as I passed his door almost as if he heard me coming. ”Tommy my lad. Have a nice hard workout?” He chuckled while adjusting his underwear. He was wearing sandals a tank top and briefs, not the most appropriate attire for a conversation in the hallways so he stood in his doorway. “Yeah it was a cardio day for me, 10 miles on the treadmill, squats, the usual.” I replied casually, giving a friendly smile trying not to pay attention to the fact that Mr. Lewis was developing a semi hard erection. “It’s good that you take care of your young beautiful body, wish I had more of that commitment.“ He chuckled as he lifted his tank and patted his stomach. “Say, if you have a minute do you think you would like to come in for a bit?“ He smiled while patting his crotch bulge. “Oh, um, I’d like to but I need to shower and I have some stuff I need to take care of.” Even if I wasn’t uncomfortable with his flirtatious behavior it really wasn’t the best time for hanging out. I was a mess from the gym. “Oh well this won’t take too long, I actually need your help with something. My sink pipes seem to be acting weird, can’t seem to get good pressure out of it and there might be a leak underneath, the landlord couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it and figured a young capable man like you might take a look?“ I didn’t really feel like it but he lived alone in that apartment and I felt bad for always blowing off his invitations even though he is fairly brazen with the way he carries himself. Out of the typical social fear of coming off as rude I agreed to step inside for just a little bit. “Sure, I think I can give it a shot” “Wonderful!” He perked up and stepped aside inviting me in. His apartment didn’t have much, simple couch, table and chairs. Some dirty laundry left here or there and a faint smell in the air that might have been body odor perhaps? Maybe something a little tangier? Mr. Lewis guided the two of us towards his living room and we sat on the couch together while he made small talk. “You don’t have to check the sink just yet, sit with me boy, how have you been? Handling them hunky men at the gym all right? You have been walking fairly funny in the hall, ha ha ha.” There he goes again with that blatant attitude of his. “Oh, no it was just tiring for me. I’ve been fine, studying and just trying to keep my school work life balanced, I don’t have time for messing around.“ “Well now, that’s no good. Why at your age I was filling and getting filled by plenty of men at the gym saunas. Back in those days public hook ups were a lot more common, not like all the apps these days.“ he chuckled and patted my thigh as he emphasized his words. Leaving his hand on me long enough to make it awkward but not too for me to feel the need to pull away. “Oh that sounds like a wild time, I don’t think I could do stuff like that. I’m not that bold.“ I readjusted my sitting position and pulled out a dirty sock that I was sitting on. Mr. Lewis grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Pardon the mess, I tend to delay on laundry so these things wind up everywhere. That’s why you usually see me wearing these.” Mr. Lewis put his leg up and rested his foot in my lap showing off his sandals. He reached over and slipped it off showing it to me. The heel of his foot sliding down my leg getting dangerously close to my crotch. “These things are convenient when I need em. And they don’t smell as bad as the socks when you wear them for multiple days in a row, see for yourself“ He pointed the sandal in my face expecting me to take a test smell. I wasn’t willing to smell his dirty sandal and was a bit flabbergasted that he even suggested it but I didn’t want to show it on my face and be rude so i avoided inhaling and replied with any sort of casual dismissive statement that would satisfy him and pull it away. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I get it.” He didn’t put the sandal back on instead he put it on the floor and slipped his other sandal off and put both his feet in my lap, this time his right foot resting directly on top of my dick. Mr. Lewis continuing the conversation nonchalantly. “So sunny, how is your sex life? Do you have a boyfriend yet?” I was surprised with how casually he asked that, even more surprising he managed to slip his foot underneath my gym shirt and was rubbing my belly button with his toes. I could clearly see that he had a full-blown erection at this point and there was even a wet spot in the center where it look like he was pre-cuming. He reached in his underwear and started fondling his cock. Just as casually as one would if they were scratching their balls. “No I don’t have the time for that, I just focus on work and school.“ I said nervously, not sure how to respond to his foot action. At this point Mr. Lewis slipped a foot through the leg of my shorts and was rubbing my sweaty thigh, I was getting uneasy with his advances. I knew he was trying to instigate something and I was trying to look for an opportunity to change the subject. “Well you have time to come see me about my plumbing issue.” He said almost mockingly, his foot sliding up further and just as I could feel his toes starting to make contact with my shaft I took that as my opportunity to change the situation. “Oh yes the plumbing!” I got up off the couch and out of Mr. Lewis‘s grasp, trying not to give the situation much acknowledgment. “Yes I should go check out the sink of yours.“ I walked over to his kitchen area and I started fiddling with the handles staring at the sink pressure trying to clear my mind of that awkwardness and do what I came here to do so I could leave. The sink pressure was a little sporadic, but that seemed to be normal, or at least as normal as the same pressure I have had. The building was old and falling apart so I’m not surprised that his plumbing was similar to mine. So I went underneath the sink to check for any leaks. Mr. Lewis came to the kitchen and handed me some tools as I was on my knees bent over looking at the pipes. It was a tight fit so it wasn’t an easy space to work with. I wiggled myself out and asked for a flashlight and a crescent wrench to see if I can loosen or tighten some of the valves and see if that would work. As I looked over to Mr. Lewis, his underwear was off and he had a massive hard veiny and uncut cock pointed at me. “Whoa! Sir your underwear, uh what is-“ “No worries, it’s been hot and the AC doesn’t work so I figured I would slip out of those old things and get more comfortable. You don’t mind. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.” It was hot, at least I thought it was hot or maybe that was just the gym talking. Either way I tried not looking at it directly even though it looked to be about 8 or 9 inches long with a fat wide mushroom head. I Took the flashlight and wrench and went back under to focus on the task at hand. I was trying to be slow and gentle since the plumbing looked old and delicate. suddenly I felt something resting on my lower back as I felt Mr. Lewis straddling me. “What are-“ “Don’t mind me I’m just checking to see how the water pressure is doing while you’re down there, I know it’s a tight fit, but you are doing great down there.“ his cock was resting on my ass as he was playing with the sink his legs on either side of me. I said nothing, I didn’t know how to tell them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was really doing anything bad on purpose, he is fairly short after all so if he is checking the sink then naturally he would be standing fairly close. I kept adjusting the pipes below and being on my knees bent over under the sink was feeling awkward so I had to move around a bit, wiggling my hips and repositioning my knees. Unfortunately I was still covered in sweat from the gym and these were my bad shorts and they were starting to slip down, revealing my ass crack. As they slipped down a couple of inches Mr. Lewis’s shaft was now resting on my exposed bare ass. I couldn’t conveniently reach behind and pull them up again so I had to ask him to do it for me. “Um, can you pull my shorts back up for me? My string is broken.“ Mr. Lewis just grabbed my shorts and slipped them all the way down to my knees “You don’t need those, they are just going to distract you. Wow looks like you didn’t feel the need for underwear today either.“ As Mr. Lewis repositioned himself at the sink playing with the faucet again his hips reposition themselves and the tip of his cock was now pointing directly between my sweat covered cheeks, The wide head easily slipping between them due to my sweat and his very slimy cock and making contact with my whole. “Hey! Uh Sir? You’re penis is poking me..” At this point I realized his blatant flirting was starting to get out of hand. “Just a little poke is all. It’s bound to happen in such a small kitchen. Don’t worry about the pre either, your ass sweat is mixing in so I’m sure you can’t tell.” I didn’t like this. My hole was getting lubed up. Mr. Lewis’s fiddling with the sink was causing his hips to wiggle and massage my ass more. I had little room to move around and every time I moved my ass he prodded more forward. “Um it feels like you’re moving around too much. Are you sure you can’t readjust yourself?” “Oh no need to fuss about that, it’s just a little body contact in order to check the problem here, besides it hasn’t even slipped inside you. You’re a strong tight young man. My dirty old poz cock could easily thrust against you several times and your hole will stay closed, watch.” With that Mr. Lewis pulled his cock away from me, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, aimed his cock directly at my hole and slammed his hips forward into me, his bulbous cock head popping in past my sphincter with a squelching sound and the rest of his shaft burying deep into me with a loud slap as his hips smacked my ass, balls deep. “AAAGH! SHIT!“ I yelled, the pain of his sudden intrusion sending a shockwave throughout my body. Dropping the flashlight and wrench. The tight fit underneath the sink holding me in place unable to pull my ass away. “Oh, well how about that? It went in with one thrust. I guess I had too much lube on my cock when I was edging earlier. Oh well nothing to be done about it now. While I keep checking the sink how about you focus on the leak down there?” Mr. Lewis kept on playing with the sink above me as his cock was firmly lodged in my guts. His low sagging balls pressed against my taint. My insides were on fire as they were being stretched out by what it felt like a steel pipe. “Mr, Lewis! Please pull it out! You’re so big!“ I instinctively tried to move in the only direction that I could in order to remove myself from him but unfortunately the only way I could move was back toward him, causing my ass to thrust back into him causing his cock to slide in me even deeper. The shock making me wiggle my hips back-and-forth. “Now now, you don’t want to do that. Remember I was edging earlier meaning my balls are on a hair trigger. Move more and you’ll cause me to burst days worth of cum up into your ass raw.” He tried to say casually, noticeably hiding a tenseness to his voice as if he really was on the verge of cuming inside of me. “You can’t! It’s dangerous! You’re poz.“ “Then I suggest you hold still, oof, oh! Your ass is so tight and wet. I could go at any second. I- AAH! Ah!… ahh, that was close. I almost shot” I did my best to hold perfectly still with Mr. Lewis‘s cock balls deep inside me. I was focusing on trying to adjust the pipes and fix his leak, all the while I could feel every curve of his cock, the shape of his head flaring inside me, the bulging of the veins on his shaft. I could feel it all through my ass and every subtle twitch and throb was indicating that it really wanted to open the floodgates and unleash a torrent of dirty cum inside of me. I don’t know how I managed it but I managed to get the piping in working order, Mr. Lewis still nonchalantly playing with the sink above, his legs trembling with his large throbbing penis firmly drilled inside of me. “I think it’s done! You can pull out now!“ Mr. Lewis tested the water flow on his sink, which should have been the same since the piping below it just had a small leak and the water pressure was never really out of the ordinary. “What do you know? Everything seems to be in order. You manage well under pressure.” Mr. Lewis playfully gave a light slap on my ass as some sort of congratulations, but he didn’t pull out just yet. Instead he put both hands on my hips and slowly slid his cock out halfway stopped then slid it back in. He started picking up a pace, he was actually fucking me! “What are you doing? I thought you were going to pull out?“ “I will sunny boy. But first I need to thank you for fixing my plumbing. How about a big load of granddaddy’s cum inside your ass? I promise it will be huge.“ His thrusting continued, his assault on my ass pounding me with slap after a slap of his balls knocking into me. The thrusting admittedly started to feel good, stimulating my prostate. “Oh god! Are, are you undetectable?“ I asked, as some sort of bargaining with my own inhibitions. “Nope sorry. Oof, Oh! You’re gonna get a - oh fuck- hi viral load of poz cum.” His pace quickened. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of a hard fucking that I couldn’t think. I tried to say something. “Don’t-“ “Ooh here it comes! Package is out for delivery!” He squeezed my cheeks and drilled fast and relentless. My head dizzy and cock drunk. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! AAAGH!” Mr. Lewis slammed five hard times followed by a dozen lesser slams, each a pulsing jet of cum deep inside. I could feel it flowing in me. I could feel the satisfaction in his long exhale of relief. He stopped and slowly fucked in me for another minute, keeping his ball juice plowed up in my intestines then held still. My heart was racing. My ass aching. So many thoughts going through my head. Here I was just trying to be a good neighbor- wait what the fuck is that? Was he cuming again? Mr. Lewis let out a long sigh as he unloaded a massive load, filling me up even more. Too much more. “Mr. Lewis, what is” “Ahhh, just emptying my bladder boy. Your ass makes a fantastic toilet.” Fuck, he’s pissing in me!? The flow kept coming and my guts became bloated and hot. This old man was really more depraved then I could imagine. Soon he finished up and slowly pulled out. Pushing my cheeks together to keep all his fluids in me. I slowly crawled out and got up. My legs on fire, weak and wobbly. I pulled my shorts up that still sagged a bit. “Ah thanks for getting all my pluming sorted out Tommy. Now all that down there won’t leak out. We wouldn’t want that would we?” I didn’t know what to say. I just slowly walked to the door and picked up my gym bag. But before I could leave Mr. Lewis stopped me again. “Just a moment.” He walked over to the couch and came back. “Open your mouth.” Instead of waiting for me to comply he grabbed my jaw and opened it for me then with one of his dirty socks in hand, shoved it in my mouth. Then sent me on my way with a slap on my ass. “Don’t be a stranger, next time I may need a foot massage.” He winked at me and shut the door. I walked to my place and spit out his sock and threw it. I tried cleaning out and showering but I still felt dirty. I was still in shock of what happened. This dirty old man who had been cruising me for so long somehow managed to lure me into his place, fuck me, cum in me and piss in me. I sat on my couch and rubbed my head, trying to make sense of everything. I looked to the side and Mr. Lewis’s sock was on the arm rest. I picked it up to throw it away, but I looked at it for a moment. Then for some reason I decided to stuff it back in my mouth.

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Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real people are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental harm, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English/American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 2: I can not believe what, how happened So, where were we? Oh, that's right, the nightly bathroom encounter. Well, Karel grabbed Sven by the arm, and pulled him under the shower. Sven immediately got down on his knees, and without prompting, took Karel`s cock into his hungry mouth. Karel was so perplexed, because he had thought otherwise, but within seconds he shot a huge load into Sven`s greedy gullet. After my brother swallowed my best friend's cum load he stood up saying, "Thank you, that was very tasty, I hope there is more of it." Karel was still standing stiff with amazement under the running shower and wasn't really able to answer, or rather, he didn't get time for it, because Sven already shot out with a perverted question, " Is your commercial just fake, or are you really toxic?" Karel was still trying to sort out his thoughts, but he was also desperate to answer so as not to be rude. "Um, yeah, I mean no, the commercial is not fake, I'm really toxic, I don't take medication. And yes, there would be more of it." Sven's answer came like a shot, "Horny, my hungry boy cunt has been waiting for real poz sperm for a long time." and he winked mischievously at Karel while showing him his rear end, spreading his ass cheeks. "I don't know if this is such a good idea, I'm viral." spoke Karel as he was interrupted by my brother Sven. "I know it's just the thing for my cunt. I've been fucked by my classmate for 2 years, at first even against my will. Now I let the guys do it, but with the option for me that I may also, if I ever feel like it, slide over them. And that's where it would be really awesome if I was POZ, and could impregnate all those straight asses." Karel looked at Sven with wide eyes, just shook his head, finally saying, "You're just as much of a perverted, twisted fucker as I am. But I must confess to you, I had planned something different this weekend. Chris has been wiggling his straight ass around in front of my face for ages, and I wanted to crack him now. I abstained from any sexual activity for 2 weeks especially for this." Sven pouted. Karel continued speaking, " You already stole one load from me, the next 3-4 loads have to go into your brother Chris's ass, I have to implement this plan. But I promise you, you will get my babies in the night from Sunday to Monday." Sven looked sad as he asked, "Will I really get your presents then?" "Yes." was Karel's short and curt reply as he crept naked and wet downstairs to Chris' bedroom. To be continued soon.

Just another old story I found, not sure who wrote, but wish there was more. ========================================================= Keith stopped dead in his tracks. Two of the beefiest, sexiest bears were ambling down the street and they were causing his lust glands to go into overdrive. Big balls rolled lazily around in their crotches as they strolled along, their jeans snug enough to outline fat sausages, both pointing left. It was the summer of 2005 and a young and innocent Keith was visiting Palm Springs for the first time during Pride. Needless to say, the place was awash in Horny men of all types and ages. And of corse most of them had HIV. Kieth tried not to be so obvious but he was totally overcome with lust and desire, and he just had to see their butts. He was not disappointed. Both were full and firm and plump, like rock hard half moons covered in a layer of butter fat. He watched the up and down jiggle and daydreamed about man muff diving. Would they be hairy or smooth, pale or tanned? He was so lost in his day dream he hardly noticed the bears turn back. Keith snapped out of his daydream when one of the big bears wrapped a meaty paw around the hard on that was stretching Keith's trousers and gave it a squeeze. 'What have we here?' the big bear asked. 'S--So--Sorry.' Keith stammered. He looked around nervously to see if anyone could see what was happening, but the street was empty. 'You've got nothing to be sorry for.' the other bear said. 'That's one mighty fine piece of meat you got there.' Keith smiled and relaxed. 'You think so?' he asked. 'Absolutely.' the guy who had squeezed his cock replied. 'Want to come back to our place and fuck?' The bluntness of the Question floored the teenaged Keith as his cock throbed and leaked some precum. All too soon, Keith skipped along after the two hot studs. The one with the blue eyes was named Max, while the one with the sexy brown eyes went by the name of Cameron. He was now free to drink in the delicious sight of their big, beefy asses bouncing along as they walked in front of him, happy in the knowledge that soon he would be exploring those hot cracks. But Keith got a bit of a shock. As soon as they arrived home the bears led Keith into the garden and gave him a beer. He was sitting there, enjoying his beer, when suddenly they both whipped out their fat cocks and started hosing him down with their steaming piss. His clothes were soaked and he was about to protest when the feelings this new sensations caused started to get to him. The musk of the piss and the heat invaded his mind as he relaxed. He dimly heard Max grunt. “Fuck that’s a lot of hot POZ Piss on him, it looks good. Keith’s cock grew instantly hard when he heard that. He was about to ask if he had heard correctly when another stream of Piss started from the two bears. Like a stag in the rutting season, he lost himself in it and soon He whipped out his own cock and let their warm piss rain down on it as he pulled the heavy foreskin covered hood back. The warmth trickled over his sensitive cock and balls, driving him absolutely wild. Cameron finished first. His fat cock was still hanging out as he started to remove Keith's shoes and socks. Keith helped him get rid of his jeans and sat back down to catch the last of Max's flow. Both the men started to get hard now and Max pulled Keith to his feet and devoured his cock. In one swift movement it was buried to the root. Once more unable to say anything, Keith heard Max grunt. “Theres a good boy, feed your negative boy cock to my husband and your going to make him very happy.” He said as Cameron's fingers now probed Keith's crack, working some lube into his asshole. It was all happening too fast, and yet Keith felt powerless to stop it. He knew that both of them must be POZ now, he had read stories online and had jacked off thinking about it, but it was always just a fantasy. Now with two hot beefy bears next to him, he faced the reality of hot hot a cock infected with HIV was. Part of him wanted to explore they’re big, beautiful, hairy bodies. To sensually and slowly pleasure and be pleasured by them. But another part just wanted to be used by the big guys, wanted to give his body to their Infected dicks and become their toy. Cameron's flared mushroom cap of a cock rubbed against Keith's lubed up pucker and sent a shiver down the horny twink's spine. This was what it was all about, that first feel of an HIV infected cock on his assring. No matter how good dildos and vibrators were, nothing could beat a real live twitching, precum spitting bulging cock. Cameron took his time, rubbing his poison cock against Keith's pulsing asshole, slowly leaking slimy TOXIC discharge for a good five minutes before he began to slide in. Keith cried out in delight and lost his first load down Max's throat. “Theres a good boy, pump out your negative load and get read to take Daddies Pozitive Dick.” Max came off him with a smile. “Mmm yeah, negative cum always tastes so sweet and pure!” He said and licked his lips and watched his lover plow into Keith's sexy bubble butt. Cameron bent the younger man over one of the garden chairs and began to plow the boy much harder. “It is sweet, but he’s not going to be negative too much longer.” He grunted as his hand reached down to Keith's cock and found it was soon hard again so he started to stroke it. “Looks like our boy here is ok with that seeing how hard he is. That making your dick hard? Having an infected dick up your ass?” He said as Keith looked around for Max, hoping for another blow. Instead he saw the other bronze muscle bear lubing his ass. Max then spread a blanket on the picnic table and came and whispered in Cameron's ear. “How about we milk out his last negative load together, lets milk him together, my TOXIC ass and your TOXIC dick.” Max said with an evil grunt. Cameron licked his lips. “Fuck yeah, lets POZ him up together.” Cameron pulled out of Keith's ass and lay down on the table. Keith was at first disappointed to see Max go sit on Cameron's cock. But then Max lay down with his back to Cameron's stomach. 'Come over here neg boy stick your cock in my hole.’ Max told the boy. Keith, able to talk for the first time, was trying to wrap his head around everything that had happened. ‘You guys are both really Positive aren’t you? You both have HIV?’ He said, staring at the hole of Max as if hypnotized. ‘Fuck yeah we are.’ Cameron said slowly sliding in and out of his partner in crime. ‘I got infected ten years ago, and then made sure Max joined me. We both been sharing our strain ever since then.’ He said as he grunted. Max, his ass up and enjoying the fuck gave a moan and spoke up as well. ‘Best thing that ever happen to us boy, no more fear or doubt or worries. So come over here and stick your dick in my POZ ass next to his POZ Dick, and lets see if you can join us as a POZ son!” He said as Keith watched, stroking his dick, a tiny voice told him this was a bad idea, that doing something os risky and dangerous was wrong, but before he could stop himself, his cock made the choice for him. Keith approached and gingerly started to slide his cock in alongside Cameron's fat sausage. How the hell could one asshole handle two cocks, Keith wondered. But then the blissful sensation of rubbing up along the length of Cameron's cock while enveloped by Max's hot ass overwhelmed him. His brain shut down. There was no time for idle thoughts now; all he wanted to do was fuck. It was like having a mutual jerk off, blowjob and fuck all at the same time. Keith closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and stroked. Each stroke took him closer and closer to the edge. He tried to focus on his strokes, counting them in a desperate attempt not to shoot. The two bears could see him fighting back the well of cum and orgasm building in his balls and in his brains. Suddenly Keith let out a moan and started shivering and he knew it was all over. He bit his lip and emptied his balls while his whole body seemed to convulse in orgasmic ecstasy as Max squeezed his ass. ‘Yeah boy! Empty your load into Daddy Max! Give me all that sweet untainted negative seed and let me milk you of every drop!” The bear grunted and squeezed more. Keith’s cock went limp but it was wedged in place by Cameron's cock. He tried to pull out, but Cameron wrapped an arm around him. ‘Oh no you don’t boy, time for this Daddy Bear to bath your dick in his infected juices!” He said and lunged forward. Keith’s whimpered and squirmed as his tender dick was now squeezed both by the axe and the throbbing cock mashed tightly against his own. Cameron grunted and snorted like a pig in heat as he pumped out surge after surge of his tainted DNA. Keith felt the seed squirting and mixing with his own, feeling as if he would pass out from the sensation. Eventually Camerons orgasm faded as he slowly churned his load up against Keiths. ‘WOO YAH! Nice big load of my INFECTED seed in your guts Max, nice tainted cum to baptist our new boys dick in some fresh POZ Spooge!’ He said as max kept his hole tight, not letting a drop leak out. ‘Fuck yeah, but you both shot your loads, it’s time for me to blast my INFECTED seed, and there’s only one place I wanna feel it go.” He said as he slowly began to get up. As he did, Cameron knowing what his partner had in mind, gently pulled Keith down on the towel, sliding his dripping dick out, but trying to make sure Keith still kept his in side. Soon Max was onto of Keith and looked down at the boy like a Predator ready to devour its Prey. ‘How do you feel boy? Your dick is in a POZ hole, marinating in POZ seed, most guys would be scared and running away, but your dick is already starting to get hard again” Max said, squeezing his ass around the cock still inside him. Keith whimpered and looked up at the bear dominating over him, smelling his stink of sweat and loving it. ‘I, I feel good, I should be scared, but, oh fuck, I want more.’ He said as he laid back on the towel, feeling the grass under it and the warm Pal Spring sun. ‘Thats what I want to hear boy’ Max said as he finally got up, letting the kids dick slid out. As he did, he pushed out a hefty load of the cum inside, letting it cover Keiths cock. Before Keith could think about it, Cameron came up and started stroking it, rubbing all the mixed seed around his cock and balls. Keith knew that half of the seed would be POZ and infected, but he was feeling too good to stop it and Cameron continued to stroke him rubbing the cum around, sliding his finger around Keiths mushroom head to make sure some got inside. As he did so, Max hefted the kids Legs up. ‘Here we go, POZ seed on you dick, and soon POZ seed up your guts boy. This is what you need now and we are going to give it to you!” He said as Max’s fat plump vein covered bear dick began to slowly slide over Keiths ass hole. Max moaned trying to resist the urge to slam in all at once. But he wanted Keith to enjoy and to make sure he felt pleasure from getting POZ dick and POZ cum. Cameron began to help by moving his hands to Keiths nipples and begin to slowly stroke and pull them. A moan quickly followed as the two Muscle bears grinned. ‘Looks like our new boy has his tits wired right to his dick. Going to be fun making him twitch as he takes his new Daddies cock.’ Cameron said, still cum on his hands that he used it on Keith nipples, swirling his fingers around the boys tits. ‘Fuck yeah, work those tits and I’ll work this ass’ Max said as he started to push in. He had spent close to five minutes gently anointing Keiths hole with his TOXIC discharge and had relaxed enough to finally gain entry. The fat tip of his cock pushed in first, Keith whimpered and tried to pull back for an instant as Cameron held him down. The pain passed quickly and soon Keith was moaning as the fat infected cock of the Muscle Bear Max was pushing deeper into his guts. ‘Feeling good boy?’ Said Max as he fucked slowly. ‘Oh fuck yes, ugh, yes Sir.’ ‘Call me Daddy Max’ ‘Yes Daddy Max, it feels so good inside me.’ ‘Yeah boy? You like having infected POZ dick up your boy hole?’ Max said, flexing his dick to make it throb, knowing it was nestled up against the boys prostate. Keith moaned instantly. ‘OH! Yes Daddy Max, I love it! Please fuck me!’ With the words said, Max pushed forward and soon punched his infected bear dick deep into the hunger hole of the now moaning Twink. The hole blossomed open, ready to accept it’s new role as a taker of infected seed. As Max worked his HIV Positive dick into the boys hole. Cameron had moved around and was stroking his own POZ cock back to hardness, slowly pushing it into Keiths face. The boy instinctively began trying to lick and suck on the tip as Cameron continued to pull on Keiths nipples, making him buck and moan. Soon Max was pushing harder inside and with a sudden shiver and gone all the way. ‘There we are, Balls deep, I can’t wait to fill his hole up. I think he has the makings of a beautiful new POZ Son for us. What do you Say Cameron?’ ‘I say I agree, He already has my INFECTED seed swimming down into his dick. Before the day is done I think we really will be making him pregnant. I have wanted a new POZ Son, make a family all joined by my Strain.” Cameron said as Keith let out a huge grunting moan. ‘What do you say boy? Ready to become our new POZ Son?’ Max said, his big hands caressing the trembling teenager. ‘Fuck I Feel so good, I want this, I want to get pozzed!’ Keith shouted as pushed back as far as he could on Max’s big positive cock. The two bears looked at each other and knew the time was right. Max started to fuck faster and wrapped his beefy arms around the boy in a massive tight hug. ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family.’

Last night - Got home from work hit up a bbc who I’ve been trying to get in me for a while. Military guy 33 5’9” 175, heavier side but with a nice 7.5” lives about 30 mins away happened to be drinking at a Waikiki Bar close to where I live. He flaked the last time we tried to meet so I was 80% on him. You really never know if a guy cancels last minute. He asked how long it will be till I’m cleaned out and said he’ll be at my place soon. His thing was, “Can you take dick long and I wanna use you like a raw sex doll” Simultaneously a new Bbc who lives near me, he’s hot, 50’s 5’11 210 with 8” of black meat. We chatted a day before and he wanted to know,”Can I handle dick without complaining and asking to stop and pulling out. ‘cause once I start I ain’t stopping till I impregnate you’” He’s down on meeting “now!” If I’m not ready he’s gonna find another hole to fuck. Long story short, I’m flushing my hole out and have 2 guys coming at the same time. I fumble and question like… “this is risky”, I might loose both or end up with once canceling. So I decided to see if both was cool with a threesome. It happened and it was very last minute, risk of falling apart, a gamble but worth it. Both agreed and spent 2 hours having my hole used by 2 bbc alternating between each other. All of us are strangers but kissing each other and me enjoying the attention. My hole was taking dick slipping and sliding in like a flesh light. Loose and open like a pussy. The highlight was the verbal. How they encouraged one another to use my pussy and encouraged me to “too take that black dick doggy style” as I faced one bbc, who fed me poppers and looked me in eyes as I faced him and said, “zaddy take that big raw black dick in that wonderful pussy of yours!” “Push it out, Push it out baby give him you hole. Take more poppers, baby.” As the bottle was brought to my nose to inhale as I take 8” of raw black dick riding without resistance my lubed up cummy hole. Both of these guys used me like a hoe. Continuously stretching, pre-cumin and dicking me like my fantasies I jerk off to. After 2 hours. Sweaty and spent. We ended. I had overheated beyond belief the 2 bbc that they needed a break. My hole was in heaven and satiated, wet and gapping. My tops were breathing hard and having a mild cardiac arrest. We chatted as the heat and their heart beats started to lower down, and actually they turned out to be decent nice guys. My sheets and blanket were drench in sweat from 3 guys fucking, it’s Hawaii after all. The two hot bbc were pouring sweat on me like they were at the gym. The timing was great, all good things must cum to an end but I didn’t feel like I needed more. I felt satisfied for once rather than trying to hook up with more guys. My hole was happy but not sore or damaged. This is one of those times when indeed quality trump quantity.

Yes, I did. I was studying at the university (about 15 years ago) and needed the money badly. I was ready to do anything except escorting (I didn't get how bigot I was myself back then) in order to earn money. (Today I'd not decline escorting, but more for the fun and less for the money.. sorry, I'm drifting off...). I immediately presented myself at a local adult bookstore the moment I saw their ad of vacancy. It was interesting, my first touch with sex toys and a little bit to see the development of porn, sex culture etc throughout the times since the beginning of porn media, and although the media was mostly porn magazines or DVDs for the sake of pleasure and entertainment, that ignited my the interest for the history of sex culture and I started to read more educational literature about that topic and loved to learn about how media reflected society's sexual mindset throughout the times. Until today a highly interesting topic and I love its influence in my life and mind. Part of the job was also cleaning the porn cabins after closing hours (in the early morning, i.e. I had night duties as well) and for hygienic reasons I was heavy-armed like a soldier with disinfectants, aerosol bottles, work gowns, gloves and respirator masks, safety goggles, cleaning clothes and floor wipers ... I must've looked like a high-security military hunter of hostile extraterrestrial entities coming from the set of a science-fiction movie... only to clean the mattresses, floors, screens, walls, glory holes... well, you had to just clean everywhere cause you didn't have much time to actually search for the white stains... or traces of urine or used condoms or personal items the customers forget there. Once I even found literally a piece of shit on a mattress... (well, the owner taught me we can only request the customers to be careful with the furniture, but we can't really complain about passionate perverts after offering our services to passionate perverts...). The biggest challenge about that job were night duties, cleaning all the evidences of passion in the early morning hours, rushing home to have a shower, change clothes and then rushing to the physics' classes at the university right after and to concentrate on how to understand the mathematical formulas of calculating planetary motion after seeing the whole night images of dicks, gay fuck scenes, cumshots and hot leather daddies almost everywhere around me and digesting the trauma of having to see pics of over-dimensional titties and squirtng pussies and faces of female porn actresses with scary heavy make up beyond recognition pulling frightening grimaces that was supposed to be luscious on magazines and DVD covers everywhere around me as well. I was too young and too gay to handle that. Other parts of the job were en-cashing, listing the merchandise, ordering new goods and sorting them, and customer advisory. The latter one was interesting cause you meet a vast variety of customers. Most of them were just looking and giggling coyly, many were youngsters who just slipped into adulthood and finally wanted to see an adult bookstore from the inside - most of them rushed out soon when it became too much for them. Minor kids often attempted to step inside and I was ready like a watchdog to either demand their ID cards to check their age or to throw them out (needless to say any minors inside could've caused legal problems). Many customers were there also just looking for a birthday gift to use as a party joke. The more adult and aged customers were mostly looking for serious advise about sex toys. That was most fun, cause I loved finding the right piece for the right individual use. I loved caring for the especially shy costumers and to invite them not to feel weird but to feel just natural about their requests and that I'm happy to assist. I loved it if they left joyfully having bought the right thing and showed gratitude for not shaming them (some are so full of shame that they don't think a second that we actually want them to buy something). Some were so painfully shy that they talked and acted extremely nervous, kept losing focus when I tried to answer their questions, and couldn't wait to get out again soon. The annoying ones were those who discussed on principles why it wasn't possible to use a sex toy at them before buying them. In the course of time I learned interesting things about sex toys (and necessarily about inner organs and anatomy), but you pay less attention to the sexual aspect when that becomes a regular job especially on busy days. No. That was strictly forbidden. Well, at least inside the shop and during my work hours (more to that later). The issue was less my focus on work, but it would've caused legal trouble, because but I was a member of the shop and something connected to me could've caused suspicion of prostitution, especially forced prostitution and the suspicion of unconscionability was high. I wouldn't have had any trouble, because of adulthood and consent issues, but any suspicion would've been enough to initiate police investigation, eventually closing the shop during investigation, all becoming public and chasing away customers that were already shy enough to come in. Not to hook up with customers was one of the first things I was drilled for during the job interview. And honestly, you didn't want to really hook up with most of the customers. You could tell from many the way they acted and sneaked in stealthily and secretive like undercover spy agents how much desperation drove them there to live out desires and fantasies they couldn't do elsewhere - the point is: I could sense some sadness when they were "done" and creeped out afterwards. If I had been determined to hook up with them, I'd have had to fight their shyness and desperation first to get access to their lust. One customer was a yearlong frequent visitor and I once caught him by surprise in a cabin crying... He was a lover of BDSM, his wife and kids abandoned him when it came out and he stayed single (more out of depression) and stayed unable to look out for new relationships that'd suit his desires and his urges kept driving him to us regularly to either watch BDSM porn or to be "handled" by a Dominatrix he met sometime ago somewhere outside. But many of his sessions were accompanied by the tragedy and loss he had to experience connected to his desires... or better to say, connected to how less he could handle his desires all his life. Some customers came cheating on their partners/families and you could see the bad conscience written all over their faces. Many customers came because of lust, but without the joy connected to their lust - because they had no other choice to live their lust. No basis for the kind of lust that I'd hook up with. The fun part were few gay customers, who were out and open - for them the adult bookstore was just like any other venue to have fun like the dark rooms, bath houses, cruising spots etc., They really made it feel as if our shop was their second home and spread good vibes at my counter before they spread their loads in the cabins that I had to clean later. They normally came to enjoy before heading to a gay party later or came from a gay club and brought along their casual acquaintances. That was part of our service to let customers hook up there in our cabins. Many came to look out for others to hook up with them (I was out of game as a shop assistant) or some met before and just needed a place like ours to get the business done. Once two guys came in, about my age, they just met at a nearby gay bar and needed to fuck soon. They came few times again after that and soon became a couple and they became familiar with me. I always enjoyed when they entered the shop. Those were the customers I loved the most and I enjoyed providing them the best cabin, plenty of condoms, lube and something to drink, and to adjust the screen with their favourite porn. I loved supporting them to have the best sex and they appreciated that. We got along well and ........ long story short, we had threesomes in my free time elsewhere. I kept my work ethic not to fuck inside the shop and my boss was proud of me (and required me to be discrete). Yes. My only fetish back then was money. And I made enough to pay the lust of my bills. Fun times... and I learned a lot from it and it's something to remember. My boss then and the other coworkers were cool guys, that made the whole job a good experience.

Have you ever had so much hot sex that you want to take some time off to recover and thank the Lord? That’s me right now. I had a LOT of sex on Thursday, but the last time was yesterday with 3 regular top fwb’s 1-1. (1) Craig & I have been fucking since 2011. He asked if I could stop by a little later as he was running late. I replied yes while getting on the subway. I was thinking of killing time at a coffee shop and scrolling through my phone for other Harlem FWB’s. It turned out fwb Jason was looking a few blocks away. So I went to Jason’s place first. Jason is a multiracial runner, salt and pepper hair, nice cock and great bedroom talent. We hadn’t fucked in a couple of months so we eagerly made out and rolled around in bed together. Since my hole was probably still loose from Thurs, it took him a little while longer to cum. But I got my prize as he bred me deep. (2) I visit Craig and we fucked to P!nk’s new album (while is really good). Despite fucking for 10+ years, it felt as if he cock got thicker. Thank goodness for P!nk drowning out my loud moaning. (3) Then I went to visit family in NJ. Of course, I contact my Jersey fwb’s ahead of time to see who is available. M is a Peruvian muscle hunk. We haven’t fucked in over a year so we also were eager to rip each other’s clothes off. M is one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met, but also very rough and raunchy in the bedroom. He sucked me off (cumming tends to make my hole tighter) and completely wrecked my hole afterwards. It was so good he offered to let me stay overnight sometime :slight_smile: After he left, I took a 2.5 hour nap with 3 fresh amazing loads inside of me.

I thought it was hot as fuck and encouraged me to fuck deeper and harder. Telling them they are getting daddy’s special load is especially horny. Now I also bottom telling them to fuck daddy has the same effect. It makes me even more slutty. 😈

About 20 minutes ago. I had to go to the office to finish something off, and on the way home I decided to see if there was anybody online. I’d planned a meet before work which fell through, so I was already cleaned out and wearing a jock under my normal clothes. Bingo, found somebody near the main train station, so it wasn’t even far out of my way. Got to the apartment, and was let in by a 6’2” stunner, with really great skin and a soft cock which was already a nice size. As I’m a bit exactly in shape, mid-40s guy, my luck was already in! We made quick small talk and went straight to the bedroom. The program had been pre-discussed. I want to suck and then be fucked silly whilst huffing poppers. His dick grew nicely to around 8 inches. I could already taste the pre-cum coming out. 5 minutes later, he lifted me up and placed me on all fours before going to town with his tongue on my shaved asshole. From the noises I could hear, he was clearly trying to get my hole as wet as possible, whilst also getting his tongue as far in as possible. The then straighten up, spat on his cock and slowly went all the way in to the hilt. For the next hour he alternated between hammering away, and pulling out to try and fist me (he wasn’t very good at that part). Eventually he blew his load in me, but left his cock in all the way up to the hilt. He told me that he wanted me to keep his load inside me. I joked that it would all depend on how much he needed to piss. Although we hadn’t discussed it, he just told me to not move and not squeeze his dick with my ass. 30 seconds later he let out this groan of relief and I could feel his piss pouring into me. He told me to squeeze to keep it all in, then flipped me open and produced a dildo. He then fucked me with that until I shot my load over myself. Then it was a bit of a gymnastic display to get myself and the dildo to the bathroom without spilling anything, but I eventually managed it. I’m now on the train home with a slightly damp ass….

I've had whiskey piss all weekend 👅💛

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WEEBLE “Get some food, then come get me when you’re done. I’ll take you to the showers and your gear.” “Thanks. I’m Victor.” Weeble answered, following the man through the building’s door. All of the buildings seemed to be the same size, about 25 feet by 25 feet. The man grunted, then pointed to the kitchen with a gesture of a swinging hand. The cabinets, appliances, and counters took up half the space in the interior of the building. Only two fluorescent lighting fixtures were turned on in the kitchen area, the other four fixtures remained dark. “Clean up after yourself.” Then he turned around and exited, leaving Weeble to figure out where the food was, the utensils, dishes. He looked around, realizing there was nothing to see, the building was entirely open with no walls inside. Half kitchen, half bench tables with folding chairs. He saw that the oven was set to ‘warm’ and pulled open the door. Two covered aluminum cooking trays sat on the racks inside. It smelled good. He rummaged around the cabinets and drawers, grabbing a bowl and something to pull the trays out with. When he was done, he washed his what he’d used in the sink and set them in the rack to dry. 10 minutes had elapsed. He went to the single window and looked outside but couldn’t see anything except the lights on the building next to this one. Something itched at the back of his brain, but he couldn’t identify what was bothering him. He made sure to walk around the opposite side of the building from his approach before going back to where he’d met the man, noting the distance between buildings and judging size and dimension. He was sure it was no accident that he’d originally come across the man in that particular place. Again, he figured Mole already had an exact layout which could be determined from satellite, a flyover or even ground reconnaissance but any detail could provide further information. From what he could see all of the buildings except the central taller one only had one door. The plain, basic nature of the featureless buildings again left him feeling odd, but he couldn’t figure out why. The absence of people didn’t help. So far he’d only seen two men. Maybe the rest were in the central tall building? That would make sense. As expected, he found his host in the same spot which confirmed his intuition that he was a sentry and not just passing time in boredom against a wall. And that meant there were other sentries. Again, there was no talking, no commentary as he followed the man to another building and there was similar minimal effort. His host had a pace and action to his walking step that Weeble immediately identified as military training. It was his posture, the length of his stride, the control. His gestures were precise and limited, made with an aligned open hand. After entering, Weeble saw six shower heads along one wall, with a short four foot wall separating the wet area from the rest of the room. A single door closed off a partition which appeared to be a closet judging by its small size. His guide pointed to the showers then walked over to that door and entered it, closing it behind him. Curious. Weeble undressed and went to the showers, turning one of the heads on and waiting for it to heat up. He wasn’t going to pass up a hot shower even if it seemed useless because he intended to go back out into the woods. The nap that Mole allowed him accomplished re-energizing him, but the hot water spraying over his tired and sore muscles threatened to suck him back into sleepiness and just as he shut the water off his guide returned with his MOLLE. He threw it on the cement floor outside the shower and left without a word or look. Three minutes in a closet, with the door closed? Weeble pulled out new underwear and thermals, got dressed in a rush and decided before he donned his makeshift ghillie once again, he had to see what was in that closet. Just in case he was discovered, he reminded himself of one of Bootlicker’s lessons months ago - ‘act like you aren’t doing anything wrong, as if you’re supposed to do it. Like you do it every day. No one takes a second look at someone who belongs.’ So he walked over and opened the closet door, looking inside. It was a typical 3 foot wide closet, with shelves at the back of its 7 foot length. Mostly empty floorspace, nothing stood out. A single utility bulb illuminated the space. If this was where his MOLLE was stored, it wouldn’t have taken his entire shower for his guide to emerge. It didn’t add up. He was about to close the door, then thought checking behind the door would be more thorough. He didn’t expect to find anything except another cinder block wall but it needed doing. Instead, he found a small box mounted near the corner. His heart sped up. He had to close the door to get to it. The closet was warm. How? Forced air? And then one of the itchy spots at the back of his mind sparked… utilities. He hadn’t seen any utilities, not outside, not inside the two buildings he’d been inside. No power lines. Where was the water heater for the showers? Forced air meant HVAC, a climate system. He flipped up the cover on the box and saw a button. Without thinking, he pressed the button and stumbled as the floor moved beneath him in a painful, slow descent that seemed way too loud. He almost reached out to hit the button again and go back up, but Bootlicker’s lesson was fresh in his mind. Like he was supposed to be here. He invented that his guide had showed him how to put his MOLLE back after he was done, impatient to get back to his sentry post. Just doing what he was told. The fiction calmed him immediately. Except he didn’t have his MOLLE with him. So, just looking for someone to help him, that was his motivation. When the lift came to a stop, an entire second compound met his eyes. Tall, rectangular support columns supported a concrete ceiling overhead about 20 feet up. The space had the feel of a warehouse, extending into the distance maybe a hundred yards. He heard a couple distant voices and took a quick look around. He saw the Bravo’s gear piled up nearby. He darted over and crouched behind the pile. A fucking bunker. Now it made sense. The dining hall with only a small fridge, not near big enough to hold enough food to feed everyone at the compound. That second itch went away. The hum of equipment thrummed, utilities, possibly a generator which would make sense. An isolated militia wouldn’t be grid dependent. This was the intel that Mole’s group needed. He had to get layout, dimensions, inventory. He’d already seen enough to know each building had its own lift and access to this massive bunker. He looked around the side of their pile of gear and saw a couple men moving up one of the lifts, the central one that most likely went to the central building. The voices faded. Maybe he was alone. He stood up, noticing his arms trembling. His recent experience with Whisperman forced him to take note of an escape path back to the lift he’d come down, and he was thankful because that was when he noticed the box with the button that activated it. He might have only seconds and hitting that button might secure his escape. Bootlicker’s voice lectured in his head. ‘Look like you belong, like them.’ I fuckin love you Bootlicker. He thought to himself. He looked around after standing. There. Simple bunks and lockers, probably where the militia could grab some rest, store their stuff. He ran over and opened the first locker. He grabbed whatever he saw that matched what he’d seen them wearing, that hunter’s woodland camo. It didn’t matter if it fit, hell nothing was going to fit him that a grown man wore. All he needed it to do was disguise him from a distance. He threw it on directly over his thermals. An extra layer wouldn’t hurt. He took a moment to consider how amazing this entire compound was. He had no way of knowing how thick the concrete was above his head, but he had a descent time on the lift, which gave a rough idea of how far underground he was. And he knew this area was rocky, even becoming mountainous further west into Alabama. It must have taken a ton of money to dig this out, then re-establish a perfectly normal surface environment above. Or had they let the bedrock do the work, tunneling out what they needed? if that was the case, there was a bolt hole somewhere, an exit that was probably concealed. Anyone who planned this project wouldn’t have made the lifts the only way to the surface. He added that to his list. Should he go back up and get his MOLLE, and use the exit he found, if he could find it? Shit, he couldn’t decide. ‘No, you can’t let them know that you know’ Bootlicker again. Or what Weeble imagined he would say. Which meant he had to make quick work of his recon. He began to run the perimeter. If he heard anything, he could slow to a walk to bring less attention, but he didn’t think anyone was down here. Everyone must be out in the field training the Bravos or up in the command center. He could see how this area wouldn’t be used much during active training. As he made his way around the edge, he made notes. The concrete support columns were spaced maybe forty feet apart. Bootlicker could probably calculate the load weight above based on the size of the columns and their spacing but that was beyond Weeble. He just knew it had to be incredibly massive. And that meant money. Something like this didn’t just happen. This wasn’t some weekend warrior wannabe soldier club pretending to be patriots protecting the second Amendment, wearing their fake patches, fake unearned rank, shooting off their home modified automatic weapon at some dilapidated trailer while downing a six pack, this was some serious, deep and capable outfit. He could see how they might get security contracts worldwide, and they probably got paid in the millions. If these weren’t the good guys, it was a poisonous nest of vipers on American soil. The upcoming sight of what couldn’t only be a munitions armory stopped him in his tracks. ‘Fuck me runnin’ he said slowly to himself. .50’s, AK’s, Sigs, Hecklars, M16s, M4’s, M60’s… fuck ALL THE FUCKIN M’S, Tavors, Galil’s, you name it, all hand, shoulder, or stationary weapons covered what looked like a small library’s worth of shelves and walls set into an alcove to one side. It was like a military geography lesson in small arms. Glocks of 17, 19, 21 … Berettas, Rugers, fuckin REVOLVERS like Smith & Wesson, Colt, Ruger, even goddamn CARBINES. He grabbed a Glock 21 .45 ACP, pulled the slide out of habit for a quick chamber check for cold, and tucked it into his thermal underwear, and three empty magazines. Because, you know… you never know. There must have been over 1000 small and large caliber projectile weapons of all kinds. Beyond that, launchers in cases piled to the ceiling. RPGs, small shoulder missile launchers, and a bunch of stuff Weeble hadn’t learned yet, coming late to Infantry but it was ten levels above serious that he fuckin WISHED he had in his own basement. If he had a basement. If he had a house. Which he didn’t, but when he did it was gonna look like FUCKIN THIS! HOLY GOOD GODDAMN. He didn’t bother with a count, settling on ‘a fuckin shit ton’. But the next bay stopped him in his tracks. Ammo and ordinance. Stacks and stacks of green ammunition cases for individual small and large caliber rounds. He carefully scanned the multitude, and found .45 FMJ (Full Metal Jacket) boxes. He spent the next 52 seconds cramming the magazines with 13 rounds, then tucked them into his thermal underwear band. He saw Boxes labeled ‘Grenades’. At least two hundred of those, stacked 10 tall, five rows deep, four wide. Probably for hand or the 40-Mike Mike. Missiles? Small SAMS, either shoulder launched or truck launched. C4, bricks and bricks of it. But the last stack of cases terrified him. APMs. They had fuckin mines. Anti Personnel Mines. This was on the level of overthrowing a small third world country. Hell, it could put a dent in a U.S. Army Battalion for fuck’s sake. He wasn’t stupid, 98% of this was illegal to privately own. Explosives? MISSILES? How the hell do you get your hands on this stuff without setting off every fucking alarm bell in the U.S.? Screw the recon of the exit. He should get back to Mole with this intel. But he knew he could get more, and should. He decided he didn’t need to run. He would hear someone coming down a lift. He would still hurry in his recon though, wanting to make a complete circuit before going back up. His guide seemed more than willing to ignore him for a while. He had time. ‘You aren’t doing anything wrong’ Bootlicker’s voice reminded him. He took three deep breaths. He’d thought the bunker was roughly the size of a football field, but now he knew he’d been so wrong. Off the side were multiple caverns like the munitions bays. He passed an opening about 20 feet wide that he saw led to what he could only call a motor pool with toolboxes, vehicle lifts, hydraulics and air hoses. ANOTHER football field sized cavern contained vehicles of all types. Troop carriers. Small pickup trucks with mounts for armaments. Even Humvees. Had those even been decommissioned yet after Iraq? They hadn’t even pulled all the troops out since the mission was now Re-build Iraq and Kuwait. He felt disappointed when he didn’t see a tank. Puta would have a field day in this area. This went beyond small home country militia. This was an army. With ALL the equipment. He dreaded what he might find in the last opening on this side. Cargo netting covered the opening, but he could look through by putting his head up against it. No. That wasn’t real. His birds. Three of his birds, sitting there. AH64s. He already knew they had the load for them, in some crate back in the munitions area. But seriously? IN A FUCKIN CAVERN UNDER GROUND? Who the fuck were these guys? He noticed the rail tracks laid beyond his birds, converging into a single track and leading off into darkness. A way out? The exit, or one of them? He didn’t miss that the birds were battle ready, fully loaded and ready for engagement. He already didn’t want to know what was down the other side of the cavern, but still ran across the width. Shit, he was the size of a pea compared to the open space. If anyone actually saw him it would be a miracle. He passed open showers, a series of open toilets and sinks that comprised the latrine, and curiously a row of five padded waist high tables followed by a similar row of waist high metal stainless steel tables with a raised edge. It seemed strange, but a little medical? Examination beds? Autopsy? There were drains in the floor. Weeble shivered with the creeps. The next alcove he encountered drew him. Battle gear stacked, shelved, displayed, threw as if discarded in another small library like area. “Night vision?” Oh fuck yeah. He threw it on his head. He started grabbing. He snagged a gear pack from a stack. Oh, a tactical vest. Fuck yeah. He threw it over his head and settled it on his shoulders, transferring the loaded magazines tucked into his waistband to the pockets made for them. Knives, comm device, chem heat warmers, glow sticks, target sights with IR and distance, ears… fuckin EARS… he’d pick up conversations a hundred yards away… a breach kit, gear belt with slips, picks, sole covers to disguise footprints Holy fuckin shit, if he had a chance to bring Bootlicker here and a pickup truck…it was the candy store. Hell, he’d just tell Bootlicker how to get here, he’d clean this fucking place out, probably hook a small cargo crate to one of the Birds and fly it home. No, Bootlicker didn’t know how to fly. Eagle would do it. If those two could get along. Still, for this kind of Bootleg Pirate Treasure, Eagle would probably suffer Bootlicker long enough. Weeble felt a tingle go up his spine. Eagle said he could fly anything. Bootlicker could figure out how to cargo so much of this shit. Could he? Who else would he need? Demon? Fast. Shit Assmunch would be perfect to logistic everything, figure out what was important, what was dead weight. But Assmunch hadn’t turned up. Not Zeus… they were stealing… Zeus wouldn’t like that. Sleeper wouldn’t take it seriously. Wanker would have to come with Bootlicker, of course, but Wanker was crafty, sneaky. Tonka? Shit, Tonka was perfect. Heavy equipment load master. So, he had to contact Bootlicker and tell him the plan. Then get Demon, Wanker, Eagle, and Tonka. Fuck. Whisperman probably had Bootlicker. Might even be torturing him. But Weeble was going to steal one of these Birds AND a whole bunch of armament and munitions from these fuckers. So, he’d get Bootlicker free from Whisperman. And now that he had gear… Whisperman would be getting a couple bloody notches in HIS ears. ‘Nice fantasy, dumbshit.’ He said to himself. ‘Just get Bootlicker free.’ No one was cleaning this place out. Where would they put anything they took? It would never happen. He came back down to earth, ran the length of the other side, noticing the freezers (probably food), dry storage (canned goods, root vegetables, other humidity and temperature sensitive goods) like a commissary, an area with random goods and necessaries like linens, towels, paper products, chemicals… all maintenance, upkeep, and janitorial goods. They’d thought of everything, and judging by the inventory they could live underground here for years. The last opening he crossed on his way back to the lift that would take him back up to the showers was another cavern the size of a football field. And that’s where the physical plant was laid out. Power Generation, water treatment plant, a well pump for water, HVAC with a condenser, a heat pump, heat exchangers, a cooling tower…. That told him he must be far enough below ground to have the earth constant. 30 ft? 40? ‘You know, Bootlicker, you’ve ruined me. I never knew nothin about fuckin earth constant before you.’ ***************** EAGLE The Bravos weren’t a bad place to nest, he thought. The Army didn’t like giving up flight qualified pilots, but they didn’t leave him much choice. He should have gone for the Marines or Air Force, he did have the option of a branch transfer. They would have been more forgiving if he’d played that card. They took his Warrant, and he was busted down to Private. He felt he had little choice when the offer came for this ‘special training’. I was a fucking WARRANT OFFICER for fuck’s sake. Enjoy your one stripe, PRIVATE, was the look in their eyes. How’s it feel? At the time it felt like they were putting him on the short bus, to be honest. ‘You don’t follow the rules, you retard. This is what you get.’ In truth, it was ‘fly straight, land tight, we’ll bump you back up.’ - just a warning. But fuck them. He guessed they didn’t figure on him actually enjoying himself. He first made the choice in a spiteful reaction, why not? But over the next few months he’d found a rhythm, it sucked less every day and if he was honest with himself he enjoyed the mental break. Not a lot thinking necessary in an Infantry unit. Plus, he had Assmunch watching out for him, Sleeper and Zeus standing guard like two fucking Collossi guarding the harbor of Rhodes, Then Bootlicker digging up intel, Weeble doing most of the work, Demon taking fire with Troll, Wanker being a cum-drain. He could ride this slow train until they restored his Warrant and pulled him back up to active flight status. Drinking, that was his Achilles heel. Showing up for duty drunk or hungover meant you weren’t put behind the stick. He felt that was unfair, because so many of his fellow pilots would be hungover right beside me and yet he was the one singled out. Maybe it was that he was only 21 years old, and maybe Sling’s bullshit accusation. Eagle wasn’t even that drunk and it was a joke. Whatever, he though. He’d get back up. They were just trying to teach him a lesson. The Army couldn’t afford to throw away good pilots, they were rare, cultivated, and protected. Sure he’d fucked up. He figured out soon after that he should have gone over the pants, not down them, but you know… five or six shots and just as many beers… why the hell did Sling care? It was still worth it. Sling was packing. Hefty payload. Big sweaty salami in those shorts. Not even partially hard, just soft and unaroused. And thicker than Eagle would have given him credit for. They were both drunk, too stupid for words and Eagle made a mistake. Sling had laughed it off, but must have felt different the next day when he reported it. Funny that, he was smiling and laughing the whole time Eagle stroked his fat cock in his trousers at the bar. Hell, he didn’t even pull it out. It’s not like Eagle jacked off later thinking about it. He wasn’t a fag. Sling was just…something, but they sure weren’t gonna fuck. Eagle touched his dick because he let him put his hand down his pants, it was like a dare, like ‘how far are you going to take it’, like gay chicken, that was all. Sling didn’t stop him, he looked him straight in the eye while Eagle lifted his shirt, staring, then slowly inch by inch went into his waistband, waiting for him to flinch. He didn’t. He smirked. So Eagle went lower, feeling his scratchy pubes. His grin widened. He wasn’t going to stop. he was literally daring Eagle to grab his cock. Eagle was still fuzzy on how it had started, but he thought he remembered Sling asking ‘why do you keep looking at me?’ Ten minutes before Eagle’s hand ended up down his shorts. Which was bullshit. Sling knew he was good looking. You couldn’t look at him without noticing how strong his jawline was, or how perfect his hair was, or how straight his nose was, or how his dark eyelashes made his green eyes stand out. He knew. And then his lips smiled exposing his perfect teeth. He knew. He had to practice his smile in the mirror, he was like a golden boy. One of those model types. So of course because he was so arrogant Eagle decided he would play on his vanity. He didn’t have some fag plan to feel Sling up, grab his dick. Look… you know how it is… a bro dares you, with his eyes, or explicitly with his words… ‘I dare you to grab my dick.’ You do it, right? If you don’t, you’re a bitch, you can’t man up, you won’t go the extra mile for your bro, do the difficult shit. Hell, there were always games, during barracks parties… the Deepthroat challenge. Lips to balls, no choke, no homo. You swallow that soft cock and let their pubes tickle your nose, even let them grab your head with both hands and fuck your face. Normal, right? Three seconds max. Everyone’s had their brother’s cock in their mouth, right? That’s what it’s about. You gag just to show you don’t like it, wash your mouth out with a gulp of beer, everyone laughs. Marines now? Yeah, that’s a different hole. Marines will let their bro up their dumper. BUT…not in their mouth. So now you know the difference between Marines and Army, For Marines, it’s not gay to let your battle buddy fuck you in the ass, but ABSOLUTELY NO KISSING OR MOUTH ACTION. In the army, a little oral works, as long as you aren’t ‘into it’, but absolutely NO ASS!!!’ Still, no kissing, same as Marines. Look, it seems like Marines and Army should get R&R together. Probably result in a huge reduction in medical attention. Army could fuck the hell out of the Marines, or Army let Marines fuck their mouths. Oh wait… yeah, forget all that. We have the Navy for all that. Fucking, sucking. Hell, they have mops they call cumswabs, or maybe that’s a rank and duty on their boats. They call them boats, right? Eagle had always wanted to land his AH on a Destroyer and figure out what ‘compartment’ he had to find to get his nuts emptied. It didn’t matter, the bottom line was he’d always wondered about the Navy, and whether the rumors were true. Hell, he didn’t even know if all Destroyers were equipped for an AH to land. Fuck, if they weren’t he sure as shit couldn’t land a Chinoook or anything else. He decided Destroyers had the serious sailors. He don’t know why he decided that, but it seemed so tough… all firepower and explosive action, big guns, heavy loads, delivering payload. He knew all that was just in his head. He knew he’d gone too far with Sling. He wasn’t a fag and would never have actual sex with a guy. He’d just heard rumors, heard things from other Army, from the few Navy he’d come across and like 20 marines. It’s all just fun. It’s not seriously gay or anything. Dudes don’t do dick stuff with other dudes. Brothers share everything, but getting off with your bro? That crosses a line. But what do you do when it’s in your face all the time? You just stop caring about casual nudity with other men, or casual incidental touch, so after a while it just becomes a non-issue and nothing special. So here he was, grounded for the duration of his punishment, shunted over to an Infantry unit for however long they decided. After joining the Bravos, it took him a while to admit he was spoiled, and generally lazy. Flight qualified pilots of any branch were in a special category. It had to do with the training, the demands of the job - both mental and physical. And it depended on a recruit fitting a very narrow list of criteria. A lot of your training was classroom, and not just anyone was chosen. There were no dumb pilots. The math alone separated the wheat from the chaff. Then there was the physics, aerodynamics mostly, but also just about anything to do with mass, velocity, parabolic trajectories based on thrust, wind, shear, lift. And beyond that - engine, torque, rotational speed, rotor and blade size and its effect on lift and maneuverability, fuel consumption. And pilots had to maintain a level of fitness that allowed their bodies to endure some punishment. Pilots of all branches had upper and lower height and weight requirements that were more restrictive than the general ranks. Someone like Zeus couldn’t be a fighter jet pilot, or an AH pilot. Most cockpits weren’t roomy enough for anyone large. But, as fit as Eagle was as a pilot, he was nowhere near as capable as infantry. The first two weeks with the Bravos were spent in regret and agony. He wasn’t even recovered from the previous day’s punishment when the Bravos rolled out to do something else that left half of them collapsed, sometimes with only a couple hours sleep if they were lucky. So yeah, after that it was hard to ignore that Infantry never stopped training, moving, PT, patrol, shooting, drills, digging, encamping, fortifying, combatives, skills testing, sometimes with at least 45 pounds of gear on your back. Some weeks they spent more time covered in sweat and dirt than they spent clean. Eagle thought he was peak fitness as a pilot? HAH! He came in proud and arrogant, he could admit that now. He thought he was special, a different breed than the grunts in Infantry that he was now ashamed to admit he formerly referred to as morons. But they weren’t morons. Some were simple, like Holler, or Weeble, but not stupid. And that was the bottom line - Infantry were just direct, it wasn’t tricky. And guys like Assmunch and Bootlicker didn’t miss a thing. Sleeper, for all his dumb jock act, was diabolically clever in a way Eagle still had to figure out. Sleeper didn’t add up, that much I knew. He came across as a dumb goofy muscle head, but every now and then he’d say something in a way that indicated a sharp intelligence. And nobody…no ONE consistently performed just slightly above qualifying on every task, every skill. Eagle didn’t know what Sleeper’s game was, it wasn’t like he was lazy or didn’t care. He just worked hard to not stand out for some reason. Assmunch… there was something about him. He wasn’t the smartest guy, but he was above average. He wasn’t the most capable soldier either, but again…above average. He didn’t have brilliant ideas, solutions, he wasn’t super tough. It was that you just knew you could trust him. He rarely took whole credit for any success. He forced the Bravos to push just a little harder, knew exactly what to say when things got difficult, actually noticed when an individual was having a hard time. He had a way of calling out someone who was being a dick without making them feel like they were a piece of shit. Even before he was Platoon leader he did this stuff. Deferring to him happened gradually, without deliberate decision. We all just started asking him what he thought, or went to him with a problem. He wasn’t loud or brash, didn’t push his weight around, kept confidences. He didn’t know the answers, but he knew where to FIND the answers and he was rarely wrong. A solid guy, Assmunch. A natural leader. Right now, he should be paying attention to their instructor instead of thinking about Assmunch and the Bravos. He, Chunk and Dumbo were supposed to be waiting for the signal to move on the compound. They had a target and an objective. Infiltrate, disable the enemy, secure the area. Other units were independent but had the same objective. All they were waiting on was the ‘Go’ for the operation from command. Night had fallen about a half hour ago. The dark would help, recon had noted a watch and perimeter guard. There was going to be nothing delicate about this. No weapons. It was a straightforward physical attack, hand to hand battle, losers got hogtied. The side with the most successful combatants won the objective and completed the mission. You couldn’t know how many of your side were successful, everyone was spread out to surround the compound. And…the part that made him extremely nervous… he didn’t know who they were fighting. If it was the guys running the compound the Bravos were going to lose, that much he knew. He decided his best option was to sneak. He knew some of the guys, like Demon, where ever he was, would just bolt straight forward and probably take his guy with a flying tackle. But that wasn’t Eagle’s style. Eagle preferred to stack the deck in his favor first and moderate the chaos of a frontal assault. From what they knew of the size of the compound and position of the buildings they wouldn’t face a group of defenders numbering more than them, which was good. Their recon count, if accurate, said they were about equal in number, which meant they had to spread out just like the Bravos had. A multi-directional assault gave the Bravo teams potential weak points that could be exploited. Usually in any Battle Drill your leader would have to consider how to lay down suppressive fire to allow your platoon to move on an objective. The compound was considered an entrenched enemy position, which meant approaches were covered and the Bravos would encounter defensive fire. In this case, without weapons, there would be no actual defensive fire but the Bravos would assume another Platoon held positions to establish suppressive fire that allowed them to move forward. Eagle played with the scenario in his head while they waited. “Hey, if we know they’re spread out to cover the 360 degrees of approach, because they can’t afford to let any of us slip past their defensive perimeter, why are we attacking in small groups? Why wouldn’t we hit one position with an overwhelming force and penetrate?” He asked. “This is the plan, Eagle. They are on alert, and entrenched. The compound isn’t so large that response to a single point of attack couldn’t allow them to converge in a short period of time, far shorter than we’d have to overwhelm them. Their intel is as good as ours. They wouldn’t have to mass together to whittle us down to nothing, just maintain a covered position and eliminate us one by one. They wouldn’t even need an equal amount of defenders, they could do it with half or a third of our number, leaving the rest of them to flank us.” Chunk answered. Eagle frowned. “But once we reach the buildings, we have the same advantage as they have, we level the playing field.” He said. Dumbo shook his head. “In theory, sure. But that only works when the enemy doesn’t have intel on the size of our attack force, and remember: we don’t have any units to leave behind to cover us from a flanking maneuver. They know that we won’t have anyone covering our six, while the arrangement of the buildings in the compound allow them to cover several attack points from a single defensive position.” “If it was me calling the shots in there” Chunk continued, “ I’d put three men in the perimeter defensive positions on the ground between each building and have a third man on the roof of every building, then have a unit of six or so men in the core center of the compound. The 360 assault is our best chance of success, and even then we’re probably only going to get a fifth of our number past the perimeter for an assault on the core. And let’s not forget we’re going to have to clear those buildings as we go AND cover any routes out where they could send a unit or two to through a gap to come back and harass us from the rear. Right now, because we’ve surrounded the compound, we know they don’t have any men out here, so our six is clear of enemies. This won’t be as easy as it looks.” Dumbo snorted. “There’s a trap somewhere in this, I just know it. I’m just glad we won’t have wounded in this scenario, only kills. If we can get Demon, Troll, Zeus and The Nerd to the core, we might have a slim chance of accomplishing the mission. Besides,” Dumbo gave a short laugh, “we don’t have Assmunch, Weeble or Bootlicker. We’re playing chess having lost a rook, a bishop and the Queen before the game even starts.” Eagle admired how Chunk and Dumbo saw the assault sequence from start to finish and just knew it was the best action plan. Having come late to Infantry Eagle didn’t have the calm confidence in how it all would play out even though their Sergeants Bravo had drilled them to death in Germany. He’d asked Assmunch once during one of the more ridiculous scenarios they’d endured why it seemed like they were practicing battle drills from WWII instead of more modern Battle Drills. “Because they work.” Assmunch had answered. “Sure, there’s small elements that have changed like we don’t fight in trenches anymore, and bunkers are rare, but those are just representations of defensive positions that limit movement and sight and provide the enemy with weapons support beyond simple automatic weapons. They teach us to look at a battlefield in terms of unknowns, hidden and highly protected enemies and consider ground troop movements with attack options like approaches and options for cover in various environments. As much as you want to think of Infantry as some blunt fist pounding the opponent’s skull, we’re actually the precision scalpel that delicately cuts out the cancer. You always have fixed elements and mobile elements.” At first Eagle found it difficult to get past his own training as an AH pilot, which had more of an assault support mission. A couple of well placed missile strikes and the compound would be rubble, but even he recognized there were situations in which that level of destruction was undesirable. Taking a defensible position from the enemy altered the battlefront and allowed them to pull in supply, support and more combat troops. Dumbo was right, war was a game of chess and positioning your pieces allowed strategic deployment that could cost the enemy far more than any losses your own side would incur. “Look,” Assmunch had explained with a sardonic grin, “Infantry thinks on the ground. But you’ve been conditioned to think from the air, which I think is useful, so don’t stop. We need your perspective, it helps us from getting tunneled. Don’t get me wrong, a LOT of what we do requires us to ONLY think in terms of ground assaults, but every now and then that becomes a limitation to our planning. So speak up if we’ve missed something. And we aren’t usually told about about the air support part and we’re expected to act without that knowledge. Our missions and objectives are limited to small, direct moves in comparison to the bigger picture. That’s on purpose, we’re not supposed to have a bigger strategy in our stupid grunt mush brains. If the Army wanted us to have smarts, we’d be issued ‘em.” That last part was a direct quote from Sergeant Walters. So, Eagle trusted Chunk and Dumbo. Still, he would have felt better about their chances of success if Assmunch and Bootlicker had planned their strategy. This Hurry up and Wait was giving him anxiety.

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FUCK... looking forward to reading about his life changing...☣️

I took a boy home I met in a bar. Around 20 I guess. I was 42. He was kinda cute and a bit shy. Back at my place I started to undress him and he was a bit nervous. I was kissing him and fingering his ass. He then admitted that he's only ever jerked off with another guy. I said you'll be fine with me and then he said it - "will you teach me daddy" I was hard already but that made my cock rear up even more. I didn't fuck him that night but I did cum in his mouth. And yeah I taught him loads. Now I have a 23yo boy who calls me daddy all the time - especially when I'm shooting my loads up his ass. I love it.

Yesterday afternoon, I was visiting a nearby town for work. A horny truck driver hit me up on grindr wanting to dump a load. We met at a quiet public toilet, I sucked his cock until he said 'give me your ass', dropped my jeans and turned around. He fucked me against the brick wall and after a couple of minutes creamed my hole. I drove home with that nice used wet feeling 😋

Oh yeah. I've been on both sides of the action. Currently I'm part of a group of daddies that meets from time to time to gb a guy. When the bottom flakes on us -which happens with some frequency - one of us will hop in the sling or on the bench to take one for the team. Most often, that's me. 6 or 8 loads plus a lot of ATM and cock stroking, it's a nice way to spend an afternoon. The guys are always good about making sure I cum (always a big nut) at the end, which they mix with what's oozing outta my hole and feed to me.

Actually, I think that sexual orientation is something that's inborn in us. It may take years to bubble up to the surface (to your religious comment), and depending on how steeped in that bullshit a kid is, it may never rise to the surface of his consciousness. I think that the control exerted by the hets, the religious, is the "construct". We live (at least here in the US) in a social construct that disavows our legitimacy, and thus our humanity, all based upon our sexual identity. They exert cultural control, and choose to disparage us, repress us, consider us 'less-than' themselves. Nice belief-system, huh? About the farthest thing from the belief-system they - like the proverbial "noisy gong" - loudly claim for themselves.

After he came in me like he had done hundreds of times. “I just called him, he’s on his way here to finish the job for both of us.” my fiance whispered in my ear. In a few moments there was a knock at the door. Groped and Pozzed 2 My fiance, Billy, jumped up from the bed and went to answer the door. I remained in bed leaking cum from both my unnamed pozzed bbc hook-up from the bar earlier this evening and my fiance. I had never been so slutty in my entire life. I wanted MORE. I heard mumbles and moans coming from the front room. So, I went to investigate. I found Billy sucking off two well hung black guys. The guy from earlier who Billy was deepthroating his nearly 8 inch cock ordered me to get my mouth on his buddies cock. His buddy, who’s named “I learned later was Ty, had an equally as impressive cock the unnamed black cock in the backseat of the car. Billy bobbed up and down on the massive cock that was in my ass and his ass just hours earlier, and now we were both naked in our own living room sucking him and his friend off. We had our home invaders rock hard slobbering on their oversized cocks. I felt Billy run his hand up the crack of my ass and with the lube from his fucking and the BBC he was now sucking. Jamal, my backseat fucker, nudged his buddy Ty to check out what Billy was doing. Ty snickered and lifted me up from my knees and shoved towards the bedroom. Jamal guided Billy right behind us. Ty and Jamal flopped us down on each side of the bed so our heads were next to each other. Billy and I were both naked and the massive black men that were about to fuck us were just as naked as we were. Billy’s 7 inch hard white cock was dwarfed by Jamal’s oversized 8+ cock, but Ty had to be 9 or more inches. I thought for sure he would split me in two. Ty was a black god, he stood about 6’4, not an ounce of fat on him, two dark biohazard tats at his belt line as a warning to anybody who dared to get that close. I dared. I was willing just knowing that Jamal bred both me and fiance just hours ago and here he was set to do it all again. Almost like they were in sync the slid their huge poz dicks into mine and Billy’s bare asses. We yelped in pain and pleasure. Our fuckers high-fived each other across the bed as they both fucked us silly. Ty told Jamal that he was right, I did have a great pussy. Jamal quipped that he knew cause he has had us both. Tonight, even, he exclaimed! But he was here now to make sure it stuck in both of us. They pounded our holes for a good 30 to 45 minutes. Ty was very vocal about his off-the-chart viral load and he was going to knock me as he was potent that Jamal. Jamal was telling Billy that my cunt was better than his and that he was going to share his tainted load with me instead of Billy unless Billy begged for it. Billy was brought nearly to tears hearing that I was going to get Jamal’s tainted load instead of him. He begged Jamal to poz him and not me. They unloaded their tainted loads into each of us unturned asses within seconds of the other one. Their black bodies crashed on top of us as Billy and I shot our negative loads onto our bellies. Jamal pulled free of Billy and then pulling free of me Ty shoved me into the shower. Where I soaped his dark body, cock and ass. HE spread his cheeks apart and I ate his ass. I could tell he had been out dancing, but it was the sweetest ass I had ever eaten. When he was ready he pivoted in the shower blocking all the water from hitting me while I knelt before his semi-rigid member. He squeezed my cheeks till I opened my mouth. With my mouth agape he aimed his piss cannon towards my open mouth and let loose a torrent of piss. He filled my mouth, telling me to hold it in there for a bit while he pissed on my head, into my eyes, across my face and down my chest. I was never really into water sports, but this left me with a raging hard on. Ty rinsed himself off leaving me there with a mouthful of piss while still drenched with his piss as well. When he was done he allowed me to swallow it and rinse off with orders to go sit on the floor in the living room. Meanwhile, Billy and Jamal were going for another round in our bedroom with Ty joining in. More to Cum I will be traveling some so the next few may be delayed

After my last encounter getting used blindfolded, I've started to form a mentor/sub type of relationship with him. We still haven't met face to face outside of a sexual context, but we've been texting a lot, especially about my training to become a better faggot. Our next encounter was to also be anonymous, but this time I wasn't told in advance what was going to happen. I was to show up at his place again, strip, blindfold myself, and then await instructions. But this time, he added that I should keep my shoes on. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but I was about to find out. This time, we met much later in the evening - 2am. I showed up, stripped, kept my shoes on, blindfolded myself, and called out that I was ready. I heard footsteps, and was told to stand up and bend over, and a vibrating plug was inserted in my ass. My mentor then led me to a car and buckled me in. I nervously asked where we were going, but all he said was, "Trust me, faggot". I admit that this complete surrender of power was an intensely erotic experience for me. I was placing myself in an incredibly vulnerable position, giving up full control, with no clothing, cellphone, or wallet, and being driven in a car to who knows where. After maybe 10-15 minutes, the car stopped, and he got me out of the car. We got out of the car and walked a short distance. It was pretty cold out, maybe 40 degrees, but I was so nervous and horny that I wasn't cold. I was ordered down on my hands and knees, and told to "smile for the camera, faggot". Then the plug was pulled out of my ass and replaced with cock. I felt a building pressure in my prostate - the thrill of being naked outdoors, totally vulnerable and in a compromised position, combined with my mentor's cock slamming into my prostate was enough to send me over the edge and shoot hands free. He laughed when I came, my hole spasming around his cock - "You even cum like a faggot." He came in me pretty soon afterwards, and put the plug back in me to keep his cum inside me "so my fag body could absorb it". He kissed me on the lips and told me I was a good faggot. He put me back in the car and we drove back, still blindfolded. After getting back to his garage, he bent me over, took the plug out of my ass, and felched his load out of my ass. He then snowballed it into my mouth and we made out with his load before I swallowed it. This made me hard again - the smell/taste of cum drives me wild even if I've already cum. He just chuckled and sent me on my way. Since then, we've chatted via text about about next steps in my training. He definitely said I needed deep throat training (my gag reflex is pretty bad), and also talked about making me a free-use faggot. We discussed other mutual interests, including power exchange and degradation - especially in the context of age difference. Turns out we both really like the idea of a younger guy being 'corrupted' by older men. We'd also work on multiple daily breedings (especially figuring out the logistics aspect, since I have roommates and can't host), watersports, and going to bathouses/cruising spots. We also discussed a number of things I hadn't thought about but was intrigued by and would be willing to try, including impact play. I'm very much looking forward to what he has planned for me.

Love it! I have a HOT Latin fick bud that doesn't speak much English. Loves to message me saying You sexo?!

So, it was recently posted in here about their recent purge, which I was a victim of. So I created a new account (for the third time). Some of the pictures I've been posting have been disappearing. These are pics that are 100% within their guidelines. I know they post, cause I'll see them on my blog, then they vanish. Today, I posted a pic two different times. It appeared on my blog, then vanished. Anyone else experiencing this? Below is the pic I'm trying to post. (As a prime example) I uploaded it yesterday as well. And it's pretty tame for NT. (in fact, I believe that's where I initially got it from, it's made its rounds)

I'd love to lay in your bed with you 👄

Yes brined and brassy 💛👅💛

I swallow all the piss i can. Stronger the better.

I love begging you for ‘Daddies special load’ your cock always responds!

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I went into denial. And then therapy…

I once sucked off a guy on a train back in the days of when some carriages could only be accessed from the platform and there were no internal corridors, great if long stops between stations and you didn't want to be disturbed, but lousy if you got stuck with a right bore! Anyway I was sucking this guy off and there was no way I was going to be able to get the whole thing in, it really was a beautiful monster of a cock. So I'm sucking and also wanking him at the same time and as he was coming I literally felt three powerful spasms going up his cock as the cum made it's way up, which gave enough warning to remove my mouth (I didn't), should I have wanted to. I'd never felt that before or since, huge load too and not a drop wasted 🙂

No I have not. But since I would like to make my resume more inclusive, if you know of any openings in the Tampa/St. Pete, Florida area please message me. You know, employers are always looking for potential employees with a WIDE variety of part work experience, so what better then to add "attendant at an Adult Bookstore" to my resume?🤨

Last night and it was actually a first for me in one aspect. I'd been speaking to this couple for a little while and our schedules finally allowed us to meet. I turned up and stripped in front of them in their living room. They both moved to me and started feeling me up, particularly my ass. I was in heaven. We moved upstairs and I alternated sucking them both. One was average sized one was kinda hung. Average lubed up my hole whilst I was on all fours on the bed sucking hung and then they swapped ends. Hung fucked me first and really hard. Only lasted a few minutes thankfully as it was brutal then he fired his load into me and told average to take seconds. Hung lay back watching his bf fuck a second load into my sloppy hole and then I was told to leave. The first for me was when I pushed some of the load out later it was totally pink, so I was definitely bleeding from the fucking I got. I offered to go back anytime.

I wouldn't bother with that site anymore tbh. It seems fairly obvious that adult content will likely be completely banned very soon and probably the entire platform will soon shut down too. The site is glitchy and clunky, shit randomly breaks or doesn't work, there are no communications for the actions they take or for any possible future strategy, they are non-responsive on social media. All signs of a platform on it's last legs.

Once I went to a blackout party at an apartment in Houston. When I arrived pretty much everyone was just sucking each other. Of course the apartment was dark, and I could hardly see. I sucked a couple of dicks but I was there to get fucked. I maneuvered myself so that some unseen guy's cock was at my hole, and he took the hint, and plowed into me quickly. He shot his load in no time, and his cock was quickly replaced by another, who also shot quickly. This continued for an unknown amount of time, till I suddenly became aware that everyone had left. The guy that took me there fucked me hard and fast, adding one last load, then I pulled up my cargoes and we left. In the car he told me that in less than 30 minutes I'd cleared the party out, taking 12 anonymous cocks and loads plus his at the end. For me it was one of the best times I'd ever had, but it ended far too soon. Looking back I could probably have taken on at least a dozen more, and I wish that more had been there. Afterwards he took me out for breakfast on Westheimer in Montrose and we talked about what I'd just done and how much I'd enjoyed it. Unfortunately I left Houston a couple of weeks later, moving to a small town 2 hours away, and that was the last such experience for me.

Late one night I was PNP with my slut buddy Rod, at his place. We were both way horned up after smoking and edging for hours, and we went outside by his car, dressed only in boots, harnesses and cock rings. His house was right across the street from a leather bar and store, and it was closing time. We started taking turns fucking each other, when we noticed a car drive into the lot across the street. The driver got out, as though to piss, and Rod whistled to him, motioning him to join us. He looked around, then hurried over to our somewhat sheltered parking spot, and stood there watching me fuck Rod. Rod told him to start pissing on us, then he told me to pull out so the new guy could fuck him. After a couple of minutes we switched back, so I was fucking Rod again, and dude started pissing on us again. Then Rod told dude to fuck me while I fucked Rod, which dude did happily. Both Rod and I were fit, muscled 40-something pigs, and people always liked to watch us fuck. So, dude shoved his dick up my ass, and I rode back and forth, from Rod's ass back onto dude's hard cock. Soon dude started fucking me harder and faster, and Rod told him to "breed that slut", and then I felt his cock pulse again and again as he shot a huge load up my ass. Rod then told him not to pull out yet, but to finish taking his piss up my ass. I could feel the hot piss start filling my ass as I fucked harder into Rod, and I finally started shooting a huge load into Rod's slutty hole. He immediately pulled off my cock, turned me around, and quickly pumped his Poz load up my cum and piss filled hole. Dude thanked us for the great fuck and left us alone, covered and filled with piss and cum. Oh, and while we were hard at it, a police car slowly drove down the street, but fortunately the cop didn't see our hot slutty action.

Part 2 Seeing that the shot glass was already in Patrick’s hand, there wasn’t much point in turning back, but to only move forward, as the night was just getting started. The three knocked back their glasses and all squeamed at the bitter acrid flavor. Passing the Gatorade bottle around they each rinsed the flavor out and took a pause to adjust to the beverage they consumed. Ben grabbed a few pieces of candy and popped some in Mike’s mouth, handing Patrick a couple as well. “That stuff is terrible, hope you’re right and it's worth it. What happens now?” “We should start seeing it take into effect. It’s gonna make us feel more relaxed and give us a euphoric feel. But it’s not immediate, it takes 20 minutes” Mike reassured. “Ok, cool. Never thought I’d try something like that but let’s see how it goes” Patrick reiterated. “Yeah you’re gonna start to swirl, you’ll tell” Ben followed, smiling with a sense of self awareness and familiarity. Patrick dismounted Mike to change positions and give his calves a break. Ben, who was sitting back, legs up, and rubbing his pink hole, hand gestured to Patrick to come forward and top him. Ben’s chest showed beads of sweat pooling in between his furry pecs. Patrick crawled forward to Ben as Patrick began bathing Ben like a lioness cleaning her cub. Ben’s chest was salty, while his mouth was sweet from the gummy bears and the citric acid he had snacked on. Their tongues once again furrociously attacked each other. Their grunts were animalistic, as Ben’s legs were lifted over Patrick’s shoulders. It was a great position for Patrick to begin eating Ben’s male pussy and lick his sack. Patrick’s tongue managed to reach pretty far up his pink cunt, feeling his soft insides. “Fuuuuuuuuuckk ughhh keep it coming kiddo” Ben gasped. Ben’s man juices were sweet and insatiable. Leaving Ben’s hole slick with saliva and pushing back against his thighs, Patrick licked upwards across Ben’s tense bulbospongiosus muscle between his ass and his dick, making Ben moan even louder. Seeing Ben’s reaction he went back from sucking on Ben’s testicles back down to his pelvic muscles and reapplied pressure with his tongue and nose. Feeling Mike’s hands from behind, Patrick was getting his ass tuned up for another round of getting eaten out. Mike was excellent at rimming, he knew to not go too fast and he used the entire flat top of his tongue on Patrick. Mike and Patrick had their mouths stuffed, and could hear Ben groan the loudest as he watched his guest and his partner lined up in front of him. Amidst the action, Ben watched the porn play an orgy scene, set in the basement of a bar, and a group of pigs were filming each other using only the flashlights from their phones. These were some of the sweatiest pigs, quietly passing the bottom around with their black eyes. For Patrick, blowjobs were not really his top preference, but feeling the sexual tension he was willing to get as much cock as he could. Patrick stuffed his mouth with Ben’s meat nice and easily, realizing that his gag reflex was not interfering in any way. He could almost go all the way down to the base before coming up for air. “Dude you’re taking that dick so fucking good, don’t stop Patrick. You feeling the high kicking in? It’s fucking hitting me right now pfffff—ughhhh fuckkk”. “Yeah I’m starting to fucking swirl back here too hun, I’m gonna need that lube back here, can you pass me it Patrick?” Without a moment waiting, Patrick grabbed the lube on the edge of the bed and shoved it in Mike’s hand fast. He needed his dick back in him, he needed this raunchy spit roast to happen. Patrick could feel the horniness increase, feeling his heart pulse his blood rapidly, his body temperature begin to heat up, and could see his sweat creating drip marks on the sheets. He wanted these men to completely devour his body, enter his holes. Patrick lowered his hips for Mike while he pressed his hands into Ben’s inner thighs. It turns out that Ben is a grower, and boy he grew in girth and another inch of length, pulling his foreskin fully back, revealing a wide piss slit for Patrick to tongue. Patrick continued making love to Ben’s meat, without any sign of slowing down. “Guys I’m definitely feeling the high, oh my god my body feels so light and electric. Fuck me Mike, fuck me so deep.” Patrick growled back over his shoulder. “Boss you wanna feel me pump your ass with my semen? You’d like that huh? I’m gonna ask you return the favor to Ben and we can make a fuck train.” Mike growled back, smiling and showing his teeth. SLAP - Mike gripped Patrick’s ass with full strength, giving this ass another long lick over Patrick’s pucker. Mike inched himself on his knees closer behind Patrick’s lowered rear and rubbed his dick up and down this boys class crack in front of him. The lube was rubbing off and onto Patrick’s ass requiring that Mike apply a few more squirts of lube to fully slick up their bodies. Slapping his dick on Patrick’s hole, Mike could see Patrick’s ass clit pulsing and winking at him, signaling he needed raw cock. “Ughhh fuck, I need bareback sex. Fuck me raw” Patrick begged. Mike obliged, pressing his tip back inside the boys ass, gliding effortlessly passed the boy’s lips, and passed through his first ring. Using his teeth, Ben tore at the plastic of a different brand new bottle of poppers from the dresser and discarded the plastic to the floor. He opened the cap and assisted Patrick in feeding him long huffs of poppers. FUCK these were equally strong, taking over Patrick’s entire body. “Woahhhhooough you gotta try these you guys.” Patrick breathed. Patrick passed on the bottle to Mikes hands, as their motion paused for Mike to inhale. Mike took in his huff for 10 seconds on the left, and on the right, passing the open bottle for Ben to take some. Now that everyone was ready to go, their rhythm had begun. Ben was breathing loudly, taking himself into overdrive, while Patrick and Mike were panting in sync. Everyone’s bodies were hot and to the touch and their skin was slick with beads of sweat. The extra lube, everybody’s sweat, along with the poppers made for easy pounding pounding. Mike rammed in fast, pulled out slowly, giving his cock a flex inside Patrick. “I’m swirling, I’m fucking high fffffff-ughhh I wanna get fucked so hard by you kiddo, you wanna fuck me like you’re getting fucked right now?” Ben groaned. “Yeah let me be in the middle of you guys, that would be fucking hot.” Ben quickly took a pillow, folded it and positioned himself right in front of Patrick’s dripping cock. Ben’s ass was pointing straight at him, inviting them both to come closer. Ben’s meaty ass had tufts of sweaty public hair circling his ass, clumping in the sweat and saliva. Mike and Patrick, still penetrated, carefully kneeled up close to Ben to get the three of them fucking. Patrick lubed Ben’s naked cock up, as Ben mouthed his lips to Patrick and with wide eyes, “you fucking beautiful boy, youre so fucking sexy.” Patrick lined up, pressing into Ben’s cave, and could see his veiny cock slip into Ben’s soft and warm tunnel. “Haaaaawwwww yessssss big boy, your big dick feels incredible” Patrick closed his eyes in ecstasy, as his fists supported his torso on both sides of Ben’s hips. This gave Patrick support to easily back into Mike and forward into Ben. His fuck hole and his cock were getting worked together. Mike changed positions slightly, getting on his hind legs and gripping Patrick’s harness, managing himself to thrust more upwards. In unison, their trio bareback was tapping into their animalistic grunting, heaving, thrusting and moaning. Ben and Patrick reentered their deep kissing, tongue fucking and licking more aggressively. “ I’m so fucking high, holy shit you guys this stuff is so fucking good, what is this stuff again?” “It’s the G, this is a fucking good batch. We love it when we have groups over” Mike panted with his eyes shut. “Ugh I wanna do more in a bit, we should maybe do our regular dose, this was a bit less to get you started kiddo” Ben said Patrick saw the digital clock and saw that it was 3am. The night was flying. Patrick could understand one thing, and that was that he wanted to go deeper, he wanted more cock and more sweat to keep their juices flowing. As their bodies were slamming into each other, Patrick leaned back upright, rubbed his hands all over his own chest, pushing back his slick greasy hair. His armpit hair showing off, pits stinking, and feeling like the sex trophy he always wanted to be. Hands from Mike and Ben enveloped him as they breathed heavily, squeezing his flexed muscles. Mike could not go any deeper into Patrick as his thighs pressed into Patrick’s ass as far as he could reach, throwing his whole body into him. Mike was getting tenser and louder, his grip firmly squeezing Patrick’s shoulders. “Ughhh ughhh ugghhh I’m cumming a bit, oooohh fuck I’m squirting inside you” “Knock me up you fucking pig, feed me your jizz, I want your raunchy juices inside where it belongs” Patrick yelled. The pounding was getting wetter and stickier, and Patrick’s ass was loaded with Mike's natural lubricant. The bed was convulsing and rocking loudly. “Wwwooffwwofwoofwoofwoof ohh fuck yeah you like that kiddo?” Ben said. “Oh man I’m fucking exploding, your ass is so wet, I’m still cumming!” Mike was making a complete mess of Patrick, wrecking his cunt and taking complete ownership of him. Patrick could feel some of the cum splashing between his ass and Mike's crotch. “Aahhhhh!! Rrrrrrrrrr fuckkk!” Mike clenched his pelvis and ass muscles into Patrick’s caverness ass. Letting his load shoot 4 more pulses, Mike waited for his muscles to recover as his body was weakened from the intense eruption. As Mike’s energy stabilized, he pulled out his junk from Patrick’s loaded cunt, seeing his prick covered in his frothy cream. Patrick was spilling Mike’s load all over the sheets as his ass lips adjusted to the absence of Mike’s prick. Patrick paused for a moment to acknowledge Mike’s satisfied grin. Ben grabbed the back of Patrick’s sweaty neck and licked the inside of his ears and whispered “ “You fucking beautiful boy you fuck me with your big donkey dick, huh? ffffffffff-ugghhh you like that baby? You like being high in my ass?” Patrick’s body weight was completely on top of Ben, embracing him, dripping sweat and grunting in their missionary position. “Huh huh huh huh huh ooooohh fuckkk yeah, this sex is so fucking hot. Wanna do another round of that drink?” Wiping himself dry with a bath towel from the corner of the room, Mike said “Well I don’t know if you’d be down, but we could potentially expand our session a bit and see who else is out there. Don’t get me wrong I think what we’ve got going on is hot and we don’t need to do anything that we aren’t already enjoying. But how are you feeling about exploring some more?” “Like a foursome?” “Like anything we want to do honestly, we love group fucking whenever we can, and I think you’re kinda piggish like us” Ben answered with encouragement, smiling from the notion that appeared groundbreaking to Patrick. “I’m so down, there’s so many guys in this neighborhood, but the only thing is that it's pretty late to start a hookup, right? Its going on 4am.” Scrolling through his phone, Mike said “We’ve got a friend our age we’ve known for a long time, we were chatting earlier and he hosts. Super sweet guy. Check out this guy’s profile, what do you think?” Passing over the phone, Patrick was amazed to find the same guy that he was looking at just days ago. Going through the public photos, Patrick completely recognized this profile with the emojis. “I’ve never messaged him but he looks hot, what is he into?” “He’s very verse, great kisser, and loves to have his ass fisted depending on the night”. Give me your BBRT profile name and I’ll tell him to unlock for you. Is that cool?” Mike asked. “Yeah if you could that would be awesome” “He’ll send more pics in a sec. I’m messaging him now, his name’s Christopher. He does live in midtown but has a fantastic apartment on the west side, high in the clouds.” Patrick was getting super excited about continuing with Ben and Mike and getting to try yet another flavor tonight. Patrick couldn’t even think about going home yet being so horned up. “Check your messages, he says hi to you” “Opening his phone, he saw about a half a dozen unread messages, but the last 2 were unlocked pics from Christopher and a note with “hey ;) “ in the subject line. Upon opening his unlocked account, Christopher appeared to actually have a really handsome appearance. He had a beard and a good mixture of self pics and pics from his own conquests. He wasn’t handsome, he was hot with a good set of shoulders and arms, and a big swaying set of balls dangling nice and low. “Fuck he’s hot you guys” “Yeah we think so too, he’s also very generous with his supplies and likes getting his boys fucked up. I think you’d hit it off” said Ben. “He’s saying we’re still welcome to come over and he wants to meet you Patrick.” Patrick was responding back to his private message from Christopher to make an introduction. He wrote… “I’m Patrick, how’s your night? Been having a good time hanging out with Ben and Mike up here in Harlem” Pressing send, Patrick looked up to Mike and Ben who were looking at him for clarity on next steps. “I’d be down to go to his place, but its up to you two what you guys wanna do. I wanna see where our night takes us and keep exploring with you guys.” “You’re gonna like Christopher, he’s a good guy to party with” said Mike. “That also means that you’d Mike and I would be going a bit deeper with the Christopher, that’s just how the three of us have vibed for the last decade. We’d all let you figure out how much farther you wanna keep trying new things, we don’t wanna scare ya, you know?” said Ben. “I see, no I really appreciate you looking out for me. I think I’ll see once I’m there but if he has more G than I can definitely do some of that, and just see how it goes, if that’s not too weird?” “We’ll bring some supplies to contribute, don’t you worry kiddo, you’re gonna have a good time no matter what” said Mike Pulling some clothes together, Ben said “Let’s get ready to leave for Christopher’s, the car is gonna get here in about 7 minutes”.

Love a curved dick to help me take it all deep. Awhile ago I met someone in the park,crazy long not too thick and curved downward. When I swallowed it completely down with little gagging his face lit up. I guess no one ever did that before. When I sensed he's going to cum I took it balls deep and felt him pulse in my throat. The look on his face was estatic. The best.

I had a similar experience. This guy was 11" and thick. He pounded me for 30 minutes until he shot in me balls deep. Definitely a BBC. I took every bit of it as he told me how good my hole felt. Met up with him a few times.

This pig is on the same page as many of it's fellow cocksuckers. Gloryholes are meant for anonymous sex. This faggot LOVES sucking off men for the most part, but occasionally a stranger insists on it giving up it's cunt. So it does so. Bare, always. It's not about this slut. It's about a man and a pair of holes. The gloryhole and it's mouth. It isn't a person, it's a mean's to an end, a method. The horny stranger uses the gloryhole to get off, and not only does he lack respect for the owner of the mouth, he regards it with utter contempt. Further, the pig not only doesn't expect or deserve his respect, IT DOESN'T WANT IT. All it wants is to be used and to receive his thick, hot cum. In fact, it craves the stranger's contempt and disgust. Not as much as it craves his cum, but it needs it nonetheless. The gloryhole is perfect for worthless, cum hungry faggot's who only want to submit their mouth and throat to meet the needs for pleasure of real men. This pig is so happy when it is naked, on it's knees, doing what it loves for hours and hours. Sucking men's cocks one after another and eagerly anticipating fresh loads of stranger semen. It especially loves it when the donor, after squeezing out every last drop and wiping it off on the pig's tongue, zips up and leaves as if it just finished pissing at the ballgame. As if this pig's throat is just the drain at the bottom of the urinal. It revels in being completely depersonalized and used as a piece of equipment and it loves the gloryhole for giving it that opportunity.

I woke up after a night of celebrations. We own the grand finale. It was a house party and the alcohol and pot was flowing. I think at one stage I had vague recollection of a gangbang happening in the main bedroom. I staggered out of bed, my mouth tasted stale and my skin smelt of UDL’s. Bad choice of booze to drink; I struggled my way to the bathroom to chuck up. I slummed down by the bow and wiped away the puke from my chin. Daddy Steve stood at the door way. He was wearing only his speedos. He must have just completed some laps in the indoor pool. His massive cock was near my face. ‘How was your night spew boy?’ He chuckled. I barely got a grunt or a moan out. ‘That good!’ He continued, ‘Hey listen. Daddy John told me about the conversation you two had. How are you after it?’ ‘He opened my eyes. He told me the truth and I’m ok with it. In fact, I have something to tell you.’ I got off the floor, brushing my arm against his cock as I did, ‘Daddy, I want to be a pig, like you.’ The right point to Daddy Steve’s thin lip perked up. I continued ‘Ever since I saw what I saw, I have been obsessed. It floods my mind. I want nothing more.’ ‘That’s not all that’s going to be flooded.’ Daddy Steve grinned deeper. ‘You know we have been waiting for you to talk to us about it. We have known about your obsession before you even knew.’ ‘How?’ ‘Camera’s Son. We see everything. We watch you play with your cock all the time. The other week you stuck a finger in your hole to see what it would feel like.’ I blinked in surprise. Daddy John did say there were hidden camera’s through the house. ‘How did it feel?’ Daddy Steve asked ‘It hurt a little.’ ‘well you will have to get used to it. If you think that hurt. Wait until you have cock pumped up there. Come with me son.’ I followed Daddy Steve down the hall. looked like we were heading to the secret basement at the bottom of the stair case by the entrance. He continued ‘You see son. You need to seriously think about this. being a pig means being full into it. It’s the only way.’ ‘Daddy John said that. He gave me,… The talk.’ ‘Yeah but son. Being a pig means being fully exposed. Everyone will know. You will be known as a slut. A whore. You will get a lot of negative back lash.’ I felt like I was supposed to be concerned, but I wasn’t. Daddy Steve continued ‘It also means being used by anyone and everyone. You’ll learn to never say no to cock. You will be fucked and abused at any point. Blokes will treat you as they please… Some will even rape you.’ ‘Rape me?’ ‘Yes… One time I was out jogging near the park at Edgecliff when I felt a wack on the back of my head and passed out. I woke up to an shirring, sharp pain in my asshole, coursing up my torso and through every muscle in my body. It felt as though someone was smashing a ridged knife into me. A strong massive hand pressed my face was flat in the dirty and leaves behind a bush. With every thrust my face was pushed deeper and deeper into the shrubs, I could feel some of the twigs scratch me. I screamed as the grappling pain shocked my body system and that when another hand wrapped around my mouth and a voice, not from behind me, but from in front of me telling me to shut up and take it. I knew my rectum was being torn apart. My muscles clamped up, but what I now realised was a massive cock, kept pushing furiously into it. It felt dry like sand paper scrapping against my inner walls, but whoever was pumping into my hole did not care. It was about him. It was about him getting off by raping my pig hole. I felt a furry belly press against my upper ass cheeks, the guy was fucking deep, fast and hard into me. His strength was overpowering and the shock to my system prevented me from fighting him. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, telling me he was about to blow his load. That’s when he picked up his pace. I felt the head of his ridged cock push against my inner ring, Then he started grunting as he pumped. It went for a while, his cock seemed to slide in and out a little easier. It must have been his load. He finally stopped. Leant into my ear again and said he just pumped his toxic juice into me. I was frozen from the shock violation. He pulled out and all I heard him say was, Oh fuck! I made him bleed. Then I heard the guy in front of me holding my mouth say, Good let your viral load soak into his system. I thought it was over, but I felt another cock force its way into my wrecked ass. It was thicker and I felt my ass muscles stretch out further, tarring the walls of my rectum. I tried to scream again, but that hand was still clamped around my mouth. I then realised that there was a third, and he fucked my hole harder and faster than the first guy. There was no messing about. His assault happened in a matter of a couple of minutes before he too was pumping his load in me. When he pulled his cock out of my ass, I felt my rectum spasm. Cum and blood must have gushed out because I felt wetness down my thighs. And that’s when the guy holding my mouth let go and quickly got behind me. He pushed his way in. He was just as thick and ridged as the second guy. Even though my hole was moist from the two loads and the blood from my torn walls of my rectum it still felt rough like sandpaper as this man forced his cock in. It kept going and I yelled again, His hand wrapped round my mouth and his cock kept going. Soon I felt it against my inner rectum. He felt it to. It blocked him from going further. But it did not stop him. He jammed his cock hard and the massive head ripped open my inner hole. I cried in pain as his cock kept going deeper. He must have been at least 10inchs. Finally I felt his pelvis against my outer, wrecked, hole. It stun from his pubes scraping against the tares around my ring. He finally let go of my mouth as he fucked deep inside me. I pleaded for him to stop. I even said I would call the police. That’s when he said he was the police. The other two guys chuckled. The fucking continued on as he said that there is nothing I could do about it. This is what happens when you have a reputation of being a pig slut, your rape claim wouldn’t be feasible and would be thrown out. He fucked for a while, by this stage I summoned the strength to fight him off, but the other two guys pinned me down. My arms were stretched out, face flat in the shrubs and dirt and the policeman’s full weight on me as he jack hammered his 10inch cock into my destroyed hole. My eyes were blood shot and blurring from the tears and dirt and I had to force my mind to separate from my body. I must have blacked out again, because I woke up to the policeman moaning and grunting and fucking hard into me. He moaned as he said he was blowing his toxic load into me. He went on for a while and I could feel my inside fill up, stretching my walls out a little further. And then he finally pulled out. He was not gentle and I felt a flood of cum follow out, after his cock left my puffy swollen hole. I didn’t move. I didn’t think I could move. I was wrecked and drained from the rape. All I could hear was the sound of pants being pulled up and buckles being latched all while the rapists chit chatted about what a slut hole I was. They eventually left and I slowly got to my wabbly feet. My shorts were ripped apart and barely hunging off the elastic band. I pulled them up around my waist, my hole twitched and spasmed with every move I made. I walked home. My wrecked ass fully exposed. I knew there was Cum and blood smeared over my ass cheeks and down my thighs. When I got home, Daddy John saw me. I was crying. I was in shock. I was in pain and told him what happened. Daddy John just stared at me for a while, then, he flipped me around and ripped off what little short was left hanging on me. He bent me over the couch and forced his cock into my red tender hole and force fucked me hard with his 12.5inch cock for 15mins before he too shot his massive load of cum into me. He slapped me across the back of the head as he pulled his cock out my of my now loose sloppy rectum and told me to clean the mess of cum left on the couch… With my tongue. And walked off.’ I sat for a moment registering his story. I knew Daddy Steve was trying to shock me. I knew I was supposed to be shocked. But I wasn’t. My cock was like a raging dragon, wanting to explode with a breath of fire. We reach the secret basement and went through. The lights were on. The dungeon looked a little different now that I could see a bit clearer. The floor was covered in rubber mats and near the wooden fuck bench I saw Daddy Steve get bred on, the rubber mats were stained with cum. We walked to the far end of the dungeon where there was a secret door behind one of the mirrors. Daddy Steve pressed it and it opened. Inside was small room where a security system network was set up. Monitors showed every part of the house. Including my bed room and bathroom. ‘Welcome to the spy room.’ Daddy Steve winked. To the right was a refrigerator with a glass front. I could see the content inside. There were glass jars of a marble coloured liquid. It looked thick and seemed to me like it had a silky texture. I realised what it was. ‘That’s my cum.’ Daddy Steve interrupted. I remembered the milking machine attached to Daddy Steve’s cock when he was used as a cumdump. ‘Daddy John collects my loads. He only uses cum as lube… My cum.’ I looked away in thought. As badly as I wanted to be a pig, there was something that concerned me. I needed to get it off my chest. ‘Daddy. There is something that worries me.’ ‘I’d be surprised if there wasn’t.’ ‘Daddy, after I cum I feel guilty and disgusted in myself. Suddenly everything I thought to be super sexy and hot, becomes revolt and regret.’ Daddy Steve sat in the office chair near the monitors and swung facing me. ‘you’re like me son. When you cum, it is like all the horniness is sucked out of you through your ejaculation. Daddy John gets off on knowing when I head frame is at that point. Makes him feel like he is really using and abusing me. Son, to be a pig you need to learn to just accept it. Even if you don’t want it. It’s the only way.’ Daddy Steve left me with something to think about. We stayed in the security room for a little bit longer. He even showed me the cupboard where they kept their USB’s all full of the fuck sessions they have had in the house. There was even some of me having a wank. As we left I felt Daddy Steve look down at me. ‘What are you thinking son?’ ‘I’m thinking… That I still want to be a pig. I want the world to know. I want to be free.’ ‘It’s the only way son.’ Daddy Steve responded. We made our way to the kitchen where Daddy John was waiting. ‘Hello son.’ Daddy John called. ‘I see Daddy Steve took you on a tour… your birthday is next week. The big 18. Anything in mind that you want to do to celebrate?’ Oh I had an idea. My eye’s twinkled at the thought.

Quick note about Part 7: Didnt mean to include those emojis. It was supposed to be C : without the space in between and I didnt realize the site automatically converted it to the smiley face. Sorry about that! Part 8 The three naked men moved into the bedroom with Greg holding Chris tightly to his body, one arm around the boys waist and the other caressing his chest and abs. Chris noticed that this time Hunter’s bedroom had a different set up. Where there was an open space the last time he was here, now there was something he had seen in some porn he had encountered online before: a sling. Chris never stayed very long on those clips. Those scenes didn’t appeal to him since they seemed to always take place in dirty rooms with a lot of guys who would just use the person laying in the sling like a hole and nothing more. He always wanted and fantasized about something that wasn’t just physical. The emotional connection made things more pleasurable. Chris couldn’t imagine enjoying being fucked by guys who didn’t care about who he was. He had that connection with Tyler and even though things got out of hand last time , Chris did feel like Hunter was a nice guy who would look out for him and keep him from harm. Just like last time there was a movie playing on the tv in the room and just like last time it was a group scene. This time though there was a sling at the center of the group with a young college age guy in it, legs spread waiting for one of the men standing around him to approach. As Chris watched to see how the scene would play out, Hunter brought the pipe back up to the boys mouth and lit it with the torch. Without any acknowledgment of Hunter, Chris dutifully took the hit, giving in to the high and working to get even higher. Chris attributed it to the smoking but something about this sling scene seemed to arouse him in a way that the others he saw before didn’t. An older man in the group stepped up first and stood between the legs of the boy in the sling. He bent down and began making out with the boy. There was something so intimate about this kiss, thought Chris, like they forgot theres a whole bunch of other guys around. This was something he had never seen. Something that looked like the kind of connection he wanted but in a scene with the bottom in a sling. Instinctively he began to stroke his cock which had already started to leak precum. Hunter and Greg took a moment to step back and watch. Chris didn’t even notice. Hunter loved a boy who stayed hard while getting fucked and could see from the last time they hooked up that Chris seemed to be immune to T dick. Hunter allowed Greg to make the next move. He saw how much Chris was attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was no longer the boy Chris was but not yet the older dad type that Hunter was and somehow he managed to embody both in the way he looked and carried himself. Charming, confident, and just fucking hot. He moved closer to Chris who was sitting at the foot of the bed watching the tv. The older man was now fucking the boy in the sling. They don’t use condoms either, Chris thought. Is that standard? Am I being too paranoid about this? Is this my conservative upbringing trying to scare me into thinking that hooking up without condoms would automatically lead to getting sick? As the questions ran through his head, Greg nuzzled him from the side whispering into his ear. “You like what you see boy? Do you want to try a turn in the sling?” Chris hesitated for a moment but all three knew the answer. “Yeah…I guess I could try it.” “Thatta boy.” Hunter knew what Chris was responding to even though he hadn’t heard the question. He walked over to his bedside table and pulled his kit out. “Hey do you know these guys?” Just then the shot on the video had shifted from the sling to the men watching and encouraging them. Chris noticed that every one of them had the same tattoo that Hunter and Greg had. “Looks like theyre all members of your club.” “It’s a pretty big club. And its growing everyday. We all feel the importance of expanding the membership.” The next shot was an overhead shot above the sling. Chris watched the tops thick raw cock fuck in and out of the bottom and that’s when he noticed that the boy in the sling did not seem to have the tattoo. Was this the initiation that Hunter and Greg were talking about? What kind of club fucks you into being a member? Chris kept this train of thought to himself. He knew it must sound stupid and he was too high to want to work out all the details anyway at a time when a hot man was giving him this kind of attention. Greg pulled Chris over to the sling and helped him maneuver his way into it. “You comfortable?” Greg looked down to Chris in the same position that the older man in the video did to the bottom he was now fucking. “Yeah” Chris replied and brought his legs up to mimic what he saw in the boys position on screen effectively showing off his smooth hole to Greg. “Fuuuck that’s hot boy.” Greg bent down just like the older man and began to make out with Chris. Chris moaned into Gregs mouth. The need had been strong before he got to Hunters house but after all those hits he wanted so bad to get fucked again and this man was a dream come true. Greg stood back upright as Hunter moved to Chris’s side and began rubbing his chest, focusing on the boys nipples. Greg pressed his hard cock against Chris’s smooth balls. “You feeling good?” Chris turned to look up at Hunter and nodded. “Good boy. How about we turn things up a little higher?” With his lust taking over, Chris just responded softly. “Ok.” “That’s what I was hoping to hear. We just want you to feel really good.” “I feel pretty good right now” the boy smiled. Fuck this boy is adorable both the standing men thought at the same time. So innocent and clueless. “I know boy. Theres a way to get high with the same stuff but the high is much more fun if you don’t smoke it.” “What do you mean?” “If you inject it the high is even more amazing.” “You mean…needles?” “Yeah.” Hunters reply was casual. He wasn’t going to alarm the boy. If Chris said no Hunter would find a way later. Chris looked like he was trying to lift himself to an upright sitting position but he was finding it difficult. The thought of a needle seemed much more extreme to him and he felt he needed to think for a moment. Hunter placed a little more pressure on Chris’s chest to keep him down. Chris felt that laying down with his legs spread out like an invitation was not conducive to rational thinking but the high canceled out whatever strength and will he had to really push back against Hunter. The video was getting louder now as the two men fucking were moaning and grunting with the men around them getting more and more frenzied in their encouragement. The shouts of “Fuck that boy” “Get that raw cock deep” and “Take that cock boy” from the video turned out to be far more powerful than any fear that arose from the thought of needles. Chris laid back into the sling and grabbed his still dripping cock. He looked again at Hunter. With a slow nod, he whispered, almost just mouthed “Ok.” That’s all Hunter needed to hear. “Fuck yeah, nice boy” Greg said as Chris turned his attention back to the man who was beginning to use his precum to coat the boys hole. He nodded to Hunter as a gesture to get him to pass the bottle of lube on the floor. Hunter passed the bottle to Greg and then took a rubber band in his pocket and tied it around Chris’s arm. “Now I just need you not to move while I do this so we can be sure not to hurt you, ok?” “Hurt me?” “Yeah just to be sure we get the vein is all. It’s ok. I have a steady hand.” He smiled at the boy and Chris gave in. This was a man he could trust. He would do as he asked and stay still. He didn’t want to watch the needle go in so he turned his attention to the video which was getting louder by the moment. “I’m gonna cum boy” the man in the video shouted to the boy in the sling. Just then Chris felt the prick of the needle and winced. At the same time he felt Greg line the head of his cock right up to his hole. Chris couldn’t see Gregs huge cock but the top of his tattoo was visible from that angle. The men in the video only got more frantic. “Yeah gimme that load. Fucking poz me!” “Fuck yeah take my poz load boy!” Poz load? What were they talking about? They couldn’t possibly mean… Before Chris could finish the thought, Hunter ripped the rubber band from his arm and lifted it up just as Greg pushed his raw cock into the boy.

Part 4 It was time. Tyer and Chris looked at each other and without a word they both knew. They were going to push things to another level they had never even talked about before. Tyler stole a quick glance at the tv and saw that the group scene had developed so that all of the guys stood around one who was on his back like Tyler was now. The boy was getting fucked and at the moment Tyler turned his attention to the movie one top was pulling out and another one was setting himself up to take his place. A close up shot showed a drop of the first mans cum dripping out of the boys hole. Tyler had seen something like this before but it never felt like an experience he wanted for himself. Until now. Chris noticed Tylers gaze was on the tv but didnt turn back to see what he was looking at. He wanted this and didnt want Tyler to stop them now. He took hold of his cock feeling like it had never been as hard as it was now. He was still up on his knees and scooted forward to get his cock right up to Tylers ass. "That's it. Youre gonna wanna take it slow but firm. If you dont push hard enough you wont get in. But if you push too hard it will be too much. Take your time boys. This is so hot.' Tyler turned from the tv and back to Hunter who was seated again in the chair fully naked and stroking his cock. He looked up at Chris who was focused on finding that tight hole. He could feel the wet head of Chriss cock pressing forward and sliding up and down his crack and then it nestled onto its target. "Shouldnt we use a condom?" Tyler asked Chris. Chris looked up at him as if he were being broken out of a trance. "Oh...yeah I guess," "You boys are virgins right?" This is where Hunter knew to be careful. The boys nodded. "I actually don't have condoms right now since I obviously didnt think things would get this far. But if youre virgins youre obviously both clean and you dont have to worry about anyone getting pregnant!" That lightened the mood and broke the tension that the fear of this moment created for the boys. They looked back at each other and Chris asked Tyler "Are you ok?" Tyler nodded and for the first time Hunter could see that these boys werent just exploring their sexuality with each other, they were falling for each other. They were promising to keep each other safe without having to say so. Hunter could not believe his luck. Corrupting virgins was one thing. Pozzing two virgins who were in love? He was in heaven. He stopped stroking because just that thought almost made him cum. Chris pushed his head against Tylers hole. They were staring into each others eyes. Tyler wasnt sure how to make this easier on either of them so he just tried to hold himself still and try to will Chris into him. Suddenly the pressure of the massive head became much stronger and then pain that he hadnt anticipated.It was only then that he realized he had never seen a video of a virgin getting fucked. Tyler gasped and Chris could see the pain in his face. "Sorry are you ok? Should I-" Hunter stopped him right there. "Just hold it. Don't pull out or push in anymore. Just hold it. Now both of you take a deep breath in and a deep breath out." He saw the chests of both boys rise and fall with his instructions. They never took their eyes off of each other. "Now Tyler I want you to keep doing that. Big breaths in and out, in and out. The pain is only temporary." Now it was time for Hunter to get a little closer. He grabbed the pipe and torch again and made his move to the bed. "How about we do a couple more hits. It will open both of you up." Hunter wasnt just talking about Tylers hole. He wanted them to explore all the fantasies they hadnt even told themselves yet. He put the pipe up to Chris first and fed him two hits. He brought the pipe carefully to Tylers mouth. "I dont want you to move too much. You want to get used to the cock inside you and if you pick yourself up you will pull yourself off it. Just be careful. How are you feeling. Ok?" Tyler nodded. It was clear that the pain was diminishing. Hunter looked at Chris."Now on the second hit, when you see him inhale, I want you to push yourself deeper and hold it ok?" Chris just nodded. He had never felt so good in his life but he was caught up in Tyler and wanted to make sure he wasnt in pain. Tyler took his first hit. It was small on account of his position. Before he gave Tyler the pipe for the second hit, Hunter said "Now hold this one and I want you to shotgun it to Chris ok?" Tyler nodded. When Hunter placed the pipe up to his mouth he began to inhale and suddenly he felt Chris push slowly into him. Tyler struggled to handle the sensation of being stretched out from the inside by this boys huge cock and at the same time take this hit. Hunter could see that struggle in Tylers face and kept the pipe to his mouth. "Thats it boy. Youre doing so good. This is going to feel amazing. Just keep inhaling. I want a big hit boy." Tyler did as he was told and did not stop the hit until Hunter finally pulled the pipe away. He held the hit in and just as he felt Chriss balls up against his ass hitting deep inside him he opened his mouth to moan out. Chris lay down on top of Tyler and covered his mouth with his own to take in the shotgun. They both moaned and Hunter thought he could hear Tyler say into Chriss mouth "Holy fuck that cock." There was a cloud of smoke building around them as their making out became wild and hungry. These Christian boys were going to be workshipping Hunter as their god in no time at all.

Sorry for the delay guys. Its been a rough couple weeks so its been hard to be in the right mindset to write something for you all. Hopefully part 3 will come soon. Thanks for reading! Part 2 It didn't even take 20 minutes to get to Hunter's house. It was barely off campus nearby Chris' dorm. The neighborhood Hunter lived in was one where each house sat alone far enough from the others that you could probably go days or even weeks without seeing anyone else. Tall trees acted as fences between property meaning you couldn't even see into your neighbors windows. These streets were not for pedestrians. Tyler and Chris were walking in the street as they looked for the mailbox with Hunter's house number on it. Hunter's home looked well kept but not fancy. There were no decorative elements that welcomed them as they walked up the driveway and up to his front door. "Ready?" Chris asked Tyler. Both were suddenly very nervous. Chris almost hoped that Tyler would say something that would force them to turn back before they rang the doorbell. But before Tyler could say a word, Hunter opened the door. The boys were jarred back to attention as they looked from each other back to the door, now open with Hunter standing in front of them. He looked older than they thought he would be but there was something welcoming and kind in his smile that they both followed him into the living room just off the front door. "Take a seat boys. Can I get you anything? Water? Juice? Beer?" Both shook their heads no as they sat down on one of the couches. They hadn't actually spoken since the door opened. "Is everything ok? Just nervous or did you forget to tell me that youre both mute?" The boys laughed nervously. Chris said, "Yeah. We've never done this before. Everything is new so thats probably it." "Like I said guys. I've never done this either so we're all in it together. If you are having second thoughts I totally understand if you would feel better leaving now before anything happens." Hunter had done this enough times to know how to put teen virgins at ease. Take it slow. Be patient. Act like you dont care either way. "No it's good. Right Tyler?" Tyler nodded "Yeah it's cool." "Then should we go into the bedroom? We don't have to sit here awkwardly if we dont want." This seemed to break the tension. The boys knew that once they were naked with each other they would forget that they were at a strangers house doing something they would be sent to hell for. They all got up and the boys followed Hunter into one of his bedrooms. There was a bed with sheets and pillows, another couch nearby and a big screen TV with porn already playing. The shades were all drawn and there were no lights on. "This ok?" Hunter was pointing at the screen with a group scene of guys of different ages. Chris and Tyler mostly watched porn with scenes of two guys. Three at the most. They nodded as they watched unable to look away. "Yeah I can tell you're liking it." Hunter chuckled as he sat down on the couch. The boys were at the foot of the bed watching the group all naked with some making out and others sucking cock. WIthout saying anything, the boys started touching each other. It didn't take long before they were making out and laying down on the bed. "Nice boys." The two looked up and over at Hunter. They had almost forgotten he was there. There was a moment of hesitation. The nerves returned mixed with the realization that a fantasy they had was actually happening. Hunter knew this was a good time to start pushing them. "Why don't you get naked? You look like you have great bodies." They started to strip as they did when they were alone together. Tyler was getting more excited as he thought back to all of the fantasies he had as a high school kid back home imagining a man sitting near his bed as Hunter sat near them now. Their making out became more passionate and soon their bodies were writhing against each other. Hunter was rubbing his hard cock through his shorts but knew to restrain himself. "You boys are hot." His words barely registered over the moaning between the boys. He reached over to the side table on one side of the bed and pulled a pipe and torch out of the drawer. He had it all set up before the boys showed up but played it all down. The boys did hear the click of the torch and paused to see where it was coming from. "You boys mind?" White smoke began to fill the bulb at the end of the pipe. "What are you doing?" Neither boy had seen this before though had heard from friends in high school and in their dorms about getting high. "Pot?" Hunter took a big hit and let out a huge cloud of smoke before responding. He had to hold in a laugh. So these boys had never even seen pot before. This would be too easy. "Not quite. It's called t. You boys look so comfortable so I figured I would need something to calm my nerves since I guess I'm the only one who still needs to calm down about all of this." "Oh that calms you down?" Chris said. "Pot does that too I heard." "You boys are welcome to try it. It usually gets me hornier and opens my mind too." He was looking at Chris as he said this knowing that what the boy wanted more than anything was to fuck Tyler. He could tell Chris was curious. "I don't know. I think we're ok" Tyler finally spoke up. "No problem. More for me. Do you boys mind if I do a little more?" Tyler just shook his head and turned his attention back to Chris. But Chris was still watching Hunter as he took another hit. Something about the cloud that Hunter blew out intrigued Chris. "You sure?" Chris asked Tyler. Hunter knew to stay out of it and just watch. He knew where this was going. "We could just try a little this once and see. When are we ever going to get a chance to try something like this again?" Chris pressed his cock a little harder onto Tylers as he said it. Hunter could see what Chris was doing and was impressed. Chris was clearly the dirty one of the two. Tyler still seemed like a scared boy. He could change that if given the chance. Tyler looked at Hunter who took one more hit. The bulge in his shorts was hard to miss. It looked big. Tyler noticed that Hunter didnt look like the hits had changed him all that much. Maybe it wasnt too strong and one hit wouldnt hurt. He looked back at Chris who gave him that look that said come on lets just try. He gave in. "Ok, I guess I will if you will." Hunter smiled. "Nice boys. Why don't we get you two to sit up against the headboard and I can show you what to do." The boys pulled apart from each other, pre cum glistening against both of their abs which made Hunters cock twitch in his shorts. He got up on the bed and kneeled between their legs facing them. They are beautiful he thought. This would be fun. "Ok, so I use this torch to melt whats inside and then once you see smoke I'll tell you to inhale. Dont stop until I tell you. Then hold it for a little and blow it out. Ok?" They nodded. Hunter could see they were getting nervous. Everything scared these boys. This would change that. He put the pipe up to Tylers mouth first. Tyler hesitated. He wanted Chris to go first. But he was too deep in now and just let it go. He watched as Hunter put the torch up to the bulb and then opened his mouth to the pipe when Hunter pushed it softly against his lipe. "Go ahead and inhale." Hunter loved the sight of a boy taking his first hit. There were only a few things sexier. After a few moments Hunter told him to stop and hold it for a second. He pulled the pipe away and said, "Go ahead and let it go." Tyler blew out the cloud. Medium sized. A good hit. "Do one more and then we'll get your buddy here." "Wha-" Tyler couldnt get the whole question out before Hunter told him to inhale. "Good boy. A little more now." This would be a bigger hit. The boy was doing well for his first time. He pulled the pipe away and told him to hold it a little longer than the first time. "Ok now let it go." Tyler did the same and he began to feel something new as he released a bigger cloud. A sensation in his body and somehow in his brain. It felt good and instinctively, he brought his hand to his cock. Hunter turned to Chris. "Ready?" Chris could see that something was happening to Tyler that made him hornier. He nodded and took the pipe in his mouth for his first hit. Hunter was getting so horny just watching these boys getting high. He was so lost in his thoughts that he left the pipe in Chris's mouth longer than he realized. It hit Chris immediately. As soon as he let out a big cloud he said, "Wow..." Hunter put the pipe up to his mouth one more time and then leaned over to whisper into the ear further away from Tyler. "I'm going to make sure you get to fuck your boy today. Dont you worry boy." Chris's eyes got bigger and even though Tyler couldnt hear what Hunter said, it worried him. What secrets were they sharing already? Chris held his second hit in and then let out another big cloud. These boys are naturals Hunter thought. "How you boys feeling? You up for doing a couple more?" Tyler was still thinking about seeing Hunter whisper something to Chris but before he could really think about it, Chris said, "Yeah a couple more wont hurt." Tyler just went along. After all the first couple hits felt good and he liked what he was feeling even with the nervousness. "Ok this time youre going to do whats called a shotgun. I'm going to give one of you a hit and when you are ready to let it go I want you to blow it into the mouth of the other ok? So the other will inhale it like a hit too. Ready?" If it meant they would be touching each other and linking mouths they were up for it. He put the pipe back up to Chris's mouth and made him take another big hit. "Ok now hold it for a second and lean over to Tyler and blow it into his mouth. Then Tyler you hold it in before blowing it back out." Chris leaned over to Tyler and Hunter watched as they opened their mouths toward each other. Chris blew the hit into Tylers mouth and then they started making out again. Soon smoke was coming out of their mouths. Tyler must have needed to let it go. Their kissing was even more passionate than before. Hunter had the boys do one more shotgun this time with Tyler taking the hit from the pipe. He gave Tyler his biggest hit yet and then moved off the bed. "Ok, when you boys are ready just go back to what you were doing before." They didnt need to be told more than once. The shotgun led to kissing and soon the boys were rolling around the bed grabbing onto each other and rubbing themselves all over each other. Hunter took one more hit and put the pipe down. Yes, this was going to be fun. And easy.

Last werkend I had so much fun. Since a couple weeks Ihave a new buddy. Max is 18yo and a sleazy fuckboy. I met him at a parking and I took him home, where we had long and perv sex. He is a skinny tall boy that does bb since a young age. He told me he wanted me to meet his familly and invited me for the weekend. In the weeks before he told me alot about his 2 brothers and his parents. He lives in a shady/trailertrash area (got lots of pozfriends there) with lots of horny neighbors. He got me hard by the stories about his gay brothers and bi-sexual parents. At my arrival he brought me into the house were I heard lots of sex noisses and I noticed all the doors from the rooms were removed. That weekend I had a lot of sex and saw all of his family naked. Last weekend I went back and arrived an hour to early. I went inside and up to his room. In the hallway I heard him moan and looked for him. I found him in his parents bedroom getting fucked by his dad and facefucked by one of his brothers. It was so hot that I got naked and joined in. I fucked his brother and fot fucked by the 3 of them that weekend. I still am hard thinking about it and going back this weekend for more bare fun. Does anyone has a samelike experience?

They live in such a diferent world! Being naked and having sex in the house is so natural to them.. My ex had the same with his sons.. If the boys are hungry for cum dad will give them. And even mum opens her legs if they want to

Swallow all of it anytime