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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

this story is pretty much based on a true story, - it was my first time, and we really did fall in love... sadly our paths took us different directions many years ago - and although we are still in touch, I've been without a soulmate since. At first glance you would assume I am just an average, conservative kind- of –guy, and I would tend to agree with that assumption. But after my last “ordinary” relationship with my boyfriend failed, I decided it was time to break my boring routine and try to enjoy some of the more adventurous things in life that I had always passed on. Now that I was spending my nights alone, I was relying on my computer more for sexual stimulation. Thank God there is no shortage of porn on the internet. I would surf for any hot movie that caught my eye, usually with some hot muscled jock. I’d recline back in my chair, and start to lazily play with my cock while the stud in his jockstrap got his hole licked and fingered and slowly stretched open. Buy the time his pink pucker was quivering for some dick, I would usually have a finger or two up my own ass, and my own dick would be hard as a rock and leaking drops of precum that would mix with the lube I was using to stroke my shaft. I always tried to match my speed and intensity with the hot fuck session that was on the screen, so that I would cum at the exact same time as the guy in the movie shot his load deep in the ass of the jock stud he was fucking. After my own ass finished clamping down on my fingers and the aftershocks of shooting an intense load wore off…I would clean up, shut off the computer and climb into bed …alone…and realizing that computer porn would never make up for the 'real thing'. As time went on, I noticed that my taste in movies was starting change, and those muscled jocks I had watched were now replaced with hairy muscled leather guys. I also started looking in the local chat rooms for some actual “real” connections. I felt myself being drawn to scenes that involved a lot of ass play…guys in harnesses that were stretching open the holes of other guys in slings. Soon it wasn’t just hot dicks plowing pink holes...it was dildos and fists stretching open hot hairy butts. I was mesmerized, and my ass was starting to take on a mind of its own. After years of vanilla sex, my hole was starting to get hungry for more. I bought some toys...and some poppers...and began to start mimicking what I saw in the movies . I also started popping into some of the local chat rooms, and found out there were a lot of guys online that were really heavy into the leather scene. I posted a profile, but was always to nervous about ever starting a conversation with anyone. Here I was…just an average conservative guy, who was starting to feel the pig awaken. These guys were already knee deep in the pigpen, and I knew I’d be a disappointment to them when they realized I was just a newbie. I didn’t own any leather, and I only had one jockstrap…that I used for my online photo. So one night, I was feeling especially horny, and logged into the chat room, got my toys, lube and poppers out, and settled in for another solo session. Within a few minutes I suddenly got an IM from another guy in the chat room. He was a hot hairy muscle daddy, and he introduced himself by letting me know how much he loved the photo of me in my jock. He was hot, and sexy, and I started to wish I could muster up the courage to give in and let myself go, and be the perfect pig boy he surely was looking for. After some online flirting, he invited me to come over. I was horny as hell, but scared to death, so I politely declined his invitation. I told him the truth, that I was brand new to this, and way too inexperienced to be much fun for him. He immediately replied, asking if I was into PnP. I hated to admit, I didn’t even know what that meant. Pain and Pleasure? Piss and poop? Christ..what was I getting into? He responded with a “LOL” and explained it meant party and play. Using recreational drugs to take the edge off, or enhance the pleasure. I told him I had done poppers…but never had tried anything else. He asked if I was interested in experimenting a little, and told me that he would love to be the one to introduce me to the wonderful world of Pnp Pig Sex. Wow….all of a sudden my cock became instantly hard..and I could feel my ass twitch with excitement. I didn’t know what it would be like, but suddenly I had a hot leather daddy wanting to take me under his wing, and show me all the mysterious pleasures that had become so intriguing to me. In one last effort to stall…I asked him what exactly he had in mind. He told me that I would need to come over, and that I would need to trust him. He promised to walk me thru everything once I was there and ready to play…but he didn’t want to waste time writing about it when he knew it would be more fun to experience it. He gave me some simple instructions…take a shower, clean up…and out, wear my jock, and pick up some Gatorade, or water, or whatever I wanted to drink. He promised I’d need to replenish my fluids because he was going to make sure we had a long hot sweaty night. I got directions to his place…and I was burning with excitement. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen! I hopped in the shower and hopped in my car and within 45 minutes, I found myself knocking on his door. He opened the door…and looked even hotter than his pictures. His head was nearly shaved with a military style buzz cut. He was shirtless, except for a leather harness, and his tribal armband tattoo. His nipples were pierced, and his hairy pecs were hard and muscular, and shadowed over his flat abs. A thick treasure trail of hair disappeared into his black leather pants and silver studded belt. He looked just like one of the guys from the movies. He immediately smiled at me...which made me feel immediately more relaxed…and he invited me into his place. As soon as I stepped inside, he reached around me to shut the door, and immediately put his arms around me to pull me in close to him. He rubbed his hands on my chest thru my t-shirt, and pressed his pelvis up against my jeans. It took me by surprise..a little, but it immediately broke the ice, and I wrapped my arms around him, and ran my hands over his muscular shoulders and arms. As my hands reached his, he took them, and smiled again, and pulled me into the entryway. “Come In, stud” he growled…get comfortable, take your clothes off, and let’s get to know each other. He led me to a room off to the side, which had all of the things that you would need to film leather porn. “Welcome to my playroom!” I was speechless, and took a long deep breath to try to slow down my heartbeat. I think he could sense my nervousness, because he pulled me close once again, kissed me, and pulled me down onto the couch. “Just relax..I promise, I will make sure you enjoy every minute of this, and if you ever want to stop…just tell me…we won’t go anywhere that you aren’t comfortable going.” We kissed again..and I was immediately turned on. He took my shirt off…pinched my nipples, rubbed my crotch…and I was instantly hard as a rock. My hands were all over him as well…and I started to let my inhibitions go. “Let me go get something to help us relax, and you get out of those jeans and shoes. I’ll be right back.” He left for a second, and came back with a little travel shaving kit. He pulled out a bag of weed, and some rolling papers, and a lighter. As I got undressed, he rolled a really thick joint, lit it, and took a hit. He held the smoke in his lungs for a very long time, and then let it escape his lungs in a low growl. “Okay…your turn…it’s just pot…and it will help take the edge off, help you relax, and get you a little horny.” I took the joint, and followed his instructions. I took a deep inhale, and worked really hard to fight the urge to cough as I felt the smoke burn inside my chest. I held it in until he told me to let it out…which seemed like 10 minutes…but was really only a few seconds I’m sure. “Good boy” he said, and rubbed my neck. He took the joint back for another hit and we both sat back on the couch and started feeling each other as we passed the joint back and forth. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the effects. It was a fuzzy, drunk kind of feeling, but it felt good, and I WAS really relaxed, and starting to get a really deep new feeling…it was horny…but a whole different kind of horny. I started to really get into our touching and kissing, and before I knew it we were done with the joint, and greedily sucking each other’s dicks in a 69 position on the couch. Next thing I knew, I felt his fingers and tongue start playing with my hole. It felt so good. I knew it was the pot…but Damn! This was awesome. I was sucking his huge dick, and moaning, and grinding my ass against his face and fingers. He spit in my ass, and started working in two of his fat long fingers. God it felt so good. “Good boy..you like that don’t you…there is a little pig in there just dying to get out isn’t there?” “Yes sir” I muffled between taking breaths from sucking his huge cock. “Nice” he moaned, and began working my hole into a frenzy. “I think you’re ready for my next surprise” he said as he reach over to his travel bag, and pulled out a tiny little baggie, with some white powder, and a tiny little silver bullet. “Coke?” I asked. “Nope, Tina" he replied. “Tina?” I repeated. “Yep. It's sort of like coke, but better for sex. You can smoke it, snort it, put it in your ass, and even inject it directly into a vein - but it goes right to your ass. And you will want more than my tongue and fingers up there.” “So, how are we doing it?” I asked. “We’ll go easy at first, just a little bump off the silver bullet…and we’ll make sure you have some time to let it kick in. You’ll probably feel a bit of a rush at first..like a jolt of caffeine, but in about 20 minutes, you will feel it start to warm up your ass, and I bet your hands won’t be able to let go of your dick." "Okay" I replied, adding “ although I think the pot has already done a pretty good job of that.” We both took a hit from the bullet, and the instant effect was just as he described. I was really starting to realize I was in very good hands. He was letting me know what to expect, before it happened, and his description was very accurate. We went back to exploring each other’s bodies, and before I knew it, my ass was tingling, and I was pulling on the head of my dick like I was pulling taffy. I was groaning a low guttural groan that I had never heard myself make before. We did another hit off the Tina bullet, and I was really starting to feel the effects. “Okay, boy. I think we’re ready for some more serious play. Your ass is really getting hot, and I want you to get in that sling, so I can open you up, and fuck you.” I hopped up so fast, I think my brain was now in my ass and following his instructions. He helped me get into the sling, and then lubed up my hole, and his cock, and I moaned in ecstasy as his beautiful thick cock slid into my hungry hole. We started out slow, and his fucking gradually grew in force and intensity. Getting fucked had never felt so good. He gave me another bump of tina, and then grabbed a bottle of poppers, and held them under my nose. “You said you have done poppers before..right?” “Yeah.” “Good…then take good hit, so I can pound your ass really hard.” I inhaled deeply, and he did the same, and no sooner had he recapped the bottle, he grabbed the sling and started pounding my ass with wild abandon. “FUCK…YEAH…” we both screamed. I was pulling on my dick as hard as I could, but noticed it wasn’t getting as hard as I usually do…but I really didn’t care. It still felt good..but it was my ass that was feeling amazing. I felt it squeezing and clamping down on my hot leather studs hard dick as he pounded my ass, and arched his back while his eyes were rolling back in his head. This was incredible. It was better than any fantasy I could imagine. He gave me another hit of poppers, and then reached under the sling and started banging the shit out of my ass….I could tell that he was about ready to cum. Between the pot, the tina, the poppers and the fucking…my head was reeling. I had never felt so turned on. I was suddenly brought back to my senses as I heard him shout and yell, and felt his hard cock slam deep in my ass as is shot the hottest, most forceful load I’d ever taken. My ass involuntarily clamped down, and made sure that every drop of cum was worked out of that amazing dick, and not a single drop was spilled. He immediately slumped forward, drops of sweat landing on my chest, and kissed me passionately and deeply. My hips were grinding involuntarily, not wanting to let his dick escape my ass as we kissed. Finally, his dick slid out, but I was still pulling on mine, soft…but sensitive. He saw my face register a bit of disappointment – both for my failure to get hard, and also for the sudden emptiness in my well fucked hole. He immediately reassured me that the soft dick was often a result of the Tina, but not to worry…all the pleasure was going to become more and more intense in my ass. He asked if I was ready to try some toys, and if I was ready to try a different way to do a hit of Tina. I must of looked a little nervous again, because he immediately kissed me again, and with his lips still pressed to mine, he whispered with a hot breath "Trust me.” And I did. Once again, he reached into his black bag. This time he pulled out a thick syringe. My eyes widened with fear, because I was not real fond of needles. “Don’t worry” he said. It’s not a needle. Just a water syringe. But it’s got dose of Tina in it, mixed with the water. I’ll squirt it into your ass, and within seconds you’ll get the effect. Just hold it in, and when I get your first toy, it should be absorbed. You'll love it..and you’ll be ready for some bigger toys than the ones you have. Cool?” “Okay…I said…you haven’t let me down yet.” He pulled the cap off the syringe, and showed me that indeed there was no needle on the end. He put a little lube on the edge of the syringe, and gently worked it into my hole. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay…here we go.” I suddenly felt the liquid slowly start to fill my ass, and I envisioned it mixing with his load. I was suddenly hit with an amazing rush of warmth that nearly took my breath away. “See…it absorbs pretty quick. You should be flying by now.” My heartbeat suddenly picked up, and my breathing became quicker. He pulled the syringe out, pinched my nipples, and then took my hand away from my dick as he sucked my soft cocked like a vacuum. I yelled in absolute pleasure! Oh my god it felt so good. FUCK YEAH…DAMN…my ass was on fire…I needed cock bad. It felt so good. “There’s my little piggy” he smirked as he stepped away. My hand went back to my dick, and I started pinching one of my nipples as he back away. He reached over to a table and pulled away a black cloth, and revealed a table full of all kinds of dildos and sex toys in all sizes. One of them was just as big as mine at home…but they got bigger and bigger as they lined up along the table’s edge. He grabbed one, and smeared it with a generous dose of lube, and then started slowly working it into my ass. I couldn’t believe it…it was like my ass had a total mind of its own. I was no longer in control..and I suddenly felt my hole stretching open further than I’d ever been opened up before. But it felt so good. I took a deep breath, and moaned again. He got it about halfway in, and then held it in place as he reached over with his other hand to grab the bottle of poppers. I took another deep hit of the poppers, and suddenly, I was in a whole new world. My eyes rolled back in the back of my head, and then I felt my entire ass open up as that huge dildo slid right in to its giant rubber base without any pain or resistance. HOLY SHIT….It was so fucking deep …OH FUCK! I could feel that giant rubber dick deep in my guts and it felt so good! He started to work it in and out. Slowly at first, and gradually picked up speed. I got lost in the pleasure…and closed my eyes and floated in that sling as that giant dick stretched my ass. Every now and then he would touch my chest, my dick, my face, and give me occasional hits of poppers...all the while giving me deep low groans of encouragement. He soon went for a bigger toy…but I was too lost in my ecstasy to really notice. I did feel a little bit of pressure as he eased the bigger toy in, but it was soon followed with another deep hit of poppers, and I was off in my own world again, as that giant invader laid claim to my open hole. I have no idea how much time had passed, and hour…maybe two. I gradually started to feel like I was coming down, and my senses were returning to normal. I looked up…like I had just regained consciousness, and smiled at my sexy teacher. He smiled back…and we didn’t even need words at this point to share the mutual pleasure we were both feeling. He slid the toy out of my ass..and I was shocked…somewhere in my soaring high…he had upsized again to a third, even bigger toy. I never would have believed I could take something that huge…but he showed it to me from between my legs, just to prove to me that I was more pig than I realized. We laughed a bit, kissed some more, and then he grabbed my bottle of Gatorade and a towel. I was sweating profusely. Took a deep drink, toweled off a bit, and started to catch my breath. At this point I thought things were winding down. He was standing closer to the table, taking a drink of his own bottled water, so I started to sit up in the unsteady sway of the sling. “Where you going boy…you had enough?” “Oh…I thought we were winding down” I sheepishly said…immediately feeling slightly worried that I gave the wrong signal and disappointing my new leather daddy. “Well, I have one more surprise for you, if you want. I thought I’d try to take it up one more notch…that is if you want to” I couldn’t possibly imagine what he had in mind. I was absolutely in awe of what we had done so far, so if we still had one more level to go, I wasn’t sure I could take the overstimulation of my senses. “You want to really let go of your inner pig…this is the best thing there is.” He reached into his black back again, and pulled out two thin syringes with an orange cap on the end. I was puzzled, because the last syringe was much bigger, so I didn’t know if it was a smaller dose to just bring the action back up a little, or if this was something totally different. “Okay, let me tell you about this, and then you can tell me if you want to keep going or not”. This syringe has a needle. So this dose of tina will go right into a vein. It’s called “slamming.” It’s just like getting a shot at the doctor, or giving a blood sample. “That doesn’t sound too bad” I timidly replied. “Well…this will definitely take you one level higher than the booty bump. You will feel this rush in your entire body, you will immediately feel the Tina take effect, and I guarantee, you will be amazed at how fast you let go of all your inhibitions….do you still trust me?” “Yes” I answered. “Then trust me, I think you will like this a lot. I will make sure that it’s quick, painless, and I will be here to make sure you stay calm enough to truly enjoy the amazing rush.” “Okay” I said…but I might not be able to watch, I don’t do so well with needles. “No worries”, he said. “You do whatever you want. Let’s get you out of the sling though, because I want to do you first, and then I want you to go kneel down over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air. I will then do my slam, and come over and take good care of your ass while you ride the rush,. “Okay…I’m ready” He went back to his back bag one more time, pulled out a black elastic strip for a tourniquet, and 2 small white envelopes…alcohol prep pads. He came back over to me, with the syringe, pulled my arm out and looked in the crook for a vein. He quickly tapped the large vein, and then started to wrap the black elastic around my upper bicep. My vein started to bulge, and my heart was already racing with a little bit of excitement, and a lot of nerves. He opened the alcohol prep pad, and gently wiped it over the inside of my arm. I was scared to watch…but I couldn’t help it. I was fascinated. It was like my leather daddy was getting ready to give me a shot…like a nurse. It was somehow, very touching, like he was taking care of me…and all of a sudden all of my worry melted away. I kept watching as he took the orange cap off of the syringe, and exposed the tiny thin needle. He turned the syringe upside down, and flicked it on the side to knock the air bubbles out of it. He looked at me deep in my eyes, smiled again, and asked “ready?” I nodded yes. Okay..turn your head if you want. “I’m okay” I said. “I trust you”. He gently placed the tip of the needle at the edge of my vein, and I took a deep breath. He gently eased it in, with only a slight pinch, and then I felt a little pop as the needle went into the vein. I kept watching intently. He pulled back slightly on the syringe, and I saw a wispy red cloud rush into the syringe. He took the tourniquet off my arm with his other hand in a single soft pull, looked at me one more time, and said, “Here you go baby, this is gonna be intense…you might have a cough..But that’s normal…it’s the tina hitting your blood and your lungs, don’t be scared…just enjoy it.” “Okay…go for it” He slowly started to push the plunger downward, and the reddish liquid started to disappear into my vein. I immediately started to feel a tingle all over my body…like when you put your tongue on the end of a nine volt battery. The more of the slam that went in, the more I tingled...I got this warm all over rush, and my chest started to expand with a heavy breath. I felt my eyes open wide, and my ass squeezed so tight, if there had been anything in there I would have snapped it in half. The last bit of liquid in the syringe went into my arm, and then I suddenly felt the uncontrollable cough. Two coughs…and then I WAS SOARING!!! SHIT! SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!. He pulled the needle out and immediately covered the skin with the alcohol pad. He lifted my arm above my head, and then reached around the start digging at my ass with his giant meaty paws. OH GOD!! I NEED YOU IN MY ASS! “Feel good Baby?” “FUCK YEAH” OH SHIT..that’s all I could say. I started to feel my legs go week. “Go kneel over the couch, get your ass lubed up real good…I’m on my way” I staggered over, reached for the giant bottle of lube, pouring out more than I could control. I leaned over the couch and started shoving lube into my hungry hole, stretching it open, shoving fingers in, and trying to get my whole hand in. I was in ecstasy…I was finally out of control, feeling piggy as all hell, and ready for anything. I didn’t even notice my leather daddy administer his own slam, until I heard his own cries and groans of pleasure suddenly shout from behind me. “Oh, yeah….piggy….let me work that ass” “Yes sir!” He came from behind be and I saw his had come over my head; he handed me the bottle of poppers, and then reached for the giant bottle of lube. “Take a good long hit…you are about to be sent into a whole ne w world.” I took the deepest hit of poppers that I had ever taken…and I held it deep in my lungs…like the pot smoke from earlier…and suddenly I felt my entire ass just relax and open up like molten lava, and I felt my daddy’s hands working to stretch my ass open. First it was three fingers….then four…..then another mind numbing hit of poppers, and then I lost all awareness of anything…all I know is that my ass had never felt more full. I was gyrating my hips, and wagging my piggy tail like I needed to get my hungry hole filled with a buffet of anything that was in reach. I suddenly felt my ass stretch just a bit far..and then a soft pop, or suction sound. I had his whole FIST! HOLY SHIT! I WAS IN HEAVEN!! I screamed in pleasure, my daddy was yelling encouragement… and I had never been so wildly out of control. He flipped me around to the front of the couch, laid me on my back, held my feet above my head with one hand, and handed me the poppers again with the other. I took another hit…and then so did he…and I couldn’t get his fist in my ass again fast enough. I was riding his fist, and then his forearm, and then suddenly I started to let go with a *******ial spray of piss all over my chest…he grabbed my dick with his free hand, and held it up so that it sprayed all over my face, and then his. It had a bitter taste…the first time I’d ever tasted piss. “”That’s tina piss boy..It’ll keep you flying high too…but I’m not taking my hand out of your ass yet ..but when I do…it will be so I can shove my dick up your hungry hole, and piss my tina right back into you” He kept his word…he fisted me to the point of an uncontrollable orgasm…I didn’t even touch my dick..and it was still soft…but I was coming all over myself. It was mixing with the damp piss stains on my stomach. He gently pulled his fist out of my hot hungry ass, and then shoved his dick in. He looked down at me, and with an amazing softness, he stared right thru to my soul, I started to actually tear up, and cry with absolute abandon. It was the most beautifully hot and touching closeness I had ever felt to another person in my entire life. I trusted him, and he took me placed I never knew existed. And then, just as I was catching my breath, and stopping my tears…he leaned in close, whispered once again…”good pig”, and then kissed me gently on the lips….it was then that I started to feel the warm tina piss filling up my hot hungry ass…and my soul nearly left my body, and floated up to my new slamming soul mate.

In all of the fetish videos I have seen, the top pisses in the pig's mouth and the pig just lets it run out. What a waste! If I am drinking straight from the tap, I am DRINKING, not gargling with it. How about you guys?

I have been submitting lots of ads seeking doms to come by and turn me from a bi kinky shy dad into a slutwhore by being held down and forced to take some thing like weed, coke, or others but without much success. Recently 'tho, I met up with someone who replied to my ad than really blew my mind away. We arranged to meet at my house while my wife and kids were away. Further I was to be dressed only in white g-string and white socks. George came by and we sat down and chatted. We had already agreed that he could force me to take some Tina and than seduce me. As we chatted, he took out his glass pipe and prepared some crystals in the bowl. When he leaned over to kiss me, I resisted and tried to move away. This got him angry and he forcibly kissed me pushing my mouth open and invading my mouth with his tongue. He then lit his glass pipe, took a deep hit, bent over me and kissed me hard as he forced the contents of the glass pipe in me. He took another hit and did the same. He then held me down, pinched my nose as he held the glass pipe directly in my mouth and waited for me to gasp for breath and inhale deeply through the glass pipe. Once he sensed I was feeling the effects of the Tina, he started caressing my nipples, teasing them, before licking and sucking them. My nipples have always been really sensitive but they have never felt so sensitive before. I was writhing with desire as he started caressing me as he continued to lick and suck on my tits. I almost fainted with desire when he started to tease my ass with his finger. I was trying to wriggle my ass so his fingers could work its way in me. All this time he kept asking me if I was ready to be his crystal whore. By this time I was so turned on I was pushing my ass against his fingers as he started inserting first one, then two until finally he had all four fingers in me. I was begging for him to fuck me. He told me to go on all fours and then started to fuck me, doggy style. As he rode me, he kept playing with my nipples. I was feeling so good that I was begging for him to fuck me harder and deeper and make me his whore. He then laid down on his back with his cock standing up. I was so horny by now that straddled him and sat on his cock as I fucked myself on him. As I worked my ass on his cock, I leaned forward so he could suck on my nipples as I fucked him. Oooh, the feeling was just fantastic. I was feeling so horny and turned on. I was now such a slut I was begging for him to make me his whore. He then pulled out and made me suck his cock that had been in my ass which love doing so much I have never been such a nasty whore before for a gay guy, but I just sucked his gorgeous cock without a second thought even though it has just been in my ass. He rammed his cock in until I gagged, but he kept at it, telling me he was gonna make sure I learned how to deep-throat his cock. I was starting to have regrets as the Tina wore out. He than had me lay on my back and as he fucked me with my legs high over his shoulders, he took another hit and lean over and kissed me and exhaled into me. This time I gladly sucked in all I could. He repeated this about five times before sitting me up and making me take a couple more hits directly from the glass pipe. I was feeling so horny from the Tina I was begging for him to fuck me and cum in my pussy ass. I've never been fucked so hard and so long and felt so horny when he licked and sucked my tits. We kept at it for at least four hours. I only wished there were more guys using me 'cause I was so turned on I would have been willing to be gang banged. He finally came in my ass and forced his cock in my mouth. I have never enjoyed the taste of cum, but was so turned on I gladly sucked it all in and had him rub it all over my face. I was no longer put off by the taste of cum, but reveled in it. When he finally stopped fucking me, he told me that the next time, he would blindfold me, and turn me into his whore, adding that he would have a few guys use me at the same time. I can't wait!

FYI if you object to interracial role play this is not for you... Got the roughest bbc I've ever had yesterday. This dude hit me up on sniffies...was about 6'1, lean, 23yo, and said he was hung. I was cleaned out and looking for dick so I had him come over. He ended up having one of the longest dicks I've ever encountered...not the thickest but super long and nearly 11 hard... He gave me some rough deepthroat for a while but when I told him he should start fucking me he got serious for a moment and told me clearly that he fucks rough and that it takes him a while to cum. Said specifically he likes to go hard on white guys and told me if I wanted to back out he wouldn't be pissed cuz he didn't want to stop midway through. I almost laughed and said I'd have no problem...which I soon found out was misplaced confidence. Ended up power fucking me nearly nonstop for a bit over an hour...after about 20 minutes I started to have some trouble taking it, and at nearly 40 it almost became unbearable given how deep he was getting. At that point I started to nearly fall off the bed but he held me down and proceeded to fuck even harder, which only ended up making me piss the bed. That was pretty much the only break I got cuz he then ripped off my jock, which was soaked in piss, and shoved it in my mouth to muffle me. For the next 20 minutes or so I tried my best not to pass out several times till he eventually shot in me. Ultimately maybe the most intense fuck I've ever had. One of the first in recent memory where it actually lacked pleasure for me but where I kept going out of a need to please such a young dominant alpha. Plus the feeling of being rearranged inside, while uncomfortable, gave me an intense satisfaction.

Part 1 Chris and Tyler both grew up in conservative homes in the midwest. They both knew early on that they were different. At church, homosexuality was condemned and at school the locker room was full of talk about girls. Chris and Tyler both tried to pray their feelings away but they would always go back to their computers at night and search gay porn. After they got off they would feel nothing but guilt. They thought this would be the way their lives would go. Push the urges down and feel guilty about them when they gave in. They always gave in. Both of them ended up going to the same college and had the same idea once they moved on campus. Give in to the urge now that no one knew them. They were both the only people from their town to go to the school so they didnt have to worry about someone finding out. They both downloaded grindr and thats how they met. They were both bundles of nerves when they chatted but they learned that they had so much in common. They talked about meeting but they both admitted to being scared. It was a big school but they still had the fear of someone finding out. Finally though they did decide to meet but in public like wholesome Christian boys. It was awkward. They didnt know what to say to each other now that they didnt have the safety they felt when they were just messaging in an app. But they were both attracted to each other. Chris was taller by a couple inches but both were athletic from being three season athletes in high school. They even had that in common. That meeting ended with a handshake and they headed back to their dorm rooms. They didnt end up talking about much. Just classes and moving from a small town and dorm life. They had never talked about gay sex with anyone. It was hard to just start. Once they got back on the app just an hour later, their conversation got a lot freer. They both told the other that he was hot and they wanted to get naked together. They went for it and Tyler invited Chris to his dorm room. Once Chris got there the nerves were back. They didnt really know what to do. They kissed. For both of them their first. They were just lips and teeth at first but a hunger started to emerge as they realized they were getting what they had wanted for so long but thought they would never get. They started moaning and breathing heavy tongues exploring the others mouth. Clothes started coming off and they moved to the bed. Tyler's cock was 7 inches cut but Chris was 9 cut and thick. Chris was on top of Tyler grinding his big cock on the hot boy under him. Both of them lost control fast and came almost at the same time. There was a pool of cum between them all over their chest and abs. They never broke their kiss once it started to the moment they came. But once they came down from their cum the guilt set in and Chris got his clothes on fast and ran out. They fell into a routine. They would do most of their talking on the app and eventually they would meet up and grind and make out until they came. The guilt was always there to rush them out. But they started getting bolder on the app after a few weeks and a few hot sessions. Chris decided to see if he could push things a little further. Chris: So you ever think you would wanna do more than what we do? T: You mean making out and getting naked? I like that Chris: Yeah it's amazing but would you ever wanna do more? T: Like what? Chris: What kinds of things do you think about? Tyler didnt respond for a while as he tried to decide whether he could tell Chris about a fantasy he had. Chris: u there? T: Yeah. I saw this video where a guy was watching a couple guys hook up. He just jerked off and didn't touch the guys but I thought it was hot Chris: You want someone to watch us? T: Is that too weird? I didn't really think we would do it or anything Chris: Thats hot. We could try it if you want. Who would it be though? I don't know anyone. T: We could find someone on this app. Chris: Oh yeah lol. So you wanna try to find someone to watch us mess around? T: Sure! The search for a guy to watch them play became an obsession for Chris and Tyler. Chris wanted to try more than just rubbing their bodies together until they came and he was hoping this could be a step in that direction. Tyler had been holding this fantasy longer than he told Chris. He would jerk off in his bedroom at home and fantasize about a hot stranger sitting at his desk and watching. The idea of being watched turned him on like nothing else. They decided to start with guys who contacted them first. After chatting them up they would tell the guy that he had a friend who he messed around with regularly and they wanted someone to watch. Some of the guys weren't into it and other guys who liked it as long as they got to join eventually. Chris and Tyler werent ready for that yet. So that left just a few who seemed ok with the parameters that Chris and Tyler set. They settled on Hunter. He was older and seemed really nice and he even said they could play at his place so they could have more privacy. What Chris and Tyler didnt know was that Hunter was always looking for good Christian boys like them who he could change forever. He bought his home near campus so that students didnt have to worry about finding a ride to his place. Most of the kids on campus didnt have cars so a guy who had his own place and was nearby was always the easiest way to yes. He loved breaking virgin boys in and Chris and Tyler were exactly the type he loved. Usually he would have to find one and convince them to bring a friend, so this was almost too easy. Hunter first reached out to Chris. Hunter could tell from the profile pic that this boy was hot. Smooth and athletic and he said he was 18. When they traded face pics Hunter thought he was in love. This was the cutest boy he would have over in a while. Tyler was no different. This was going to be a hot couple to watch. At first. He talked to Chris about what he wanted to do once they got past rubbing each others bodies and making out. Chris revealed to him that he really wanted to fuck Tyler but he wasnt sure because he was so big and Tyler was a virgin. Plus he felt like he was a top and wasnt sure if he could handle taking Tylers smaller but still sizable cock in him. Hunter knew that if he could find a way to get Tyler let Chris fuck him, he would own them for good. He wanted them to see him as a helpful guide to pleasures they never even had heard about. That would be easy with these two once he got them their first fuck. Chris and Tyler were together when they made the decision to meet Hunter. "His pictures look ok." Tyler shrugged. "Yeah but its not like hes gonna mess around with us too so it doesnt really matter that much." "True" Chris said "but I might get turned off a little if hes a troll." "Hes not a troll." "I know. That's what I'm saying. So you wanna do it?" Tyler knew he could make this fantasy a reality. "Yeah. Let's do it." Hunter happened to be on when they messaged him and said they were up for meeting. H: How about now? Hunter had to wait a while for a response. They must be deciding if they wanted to actually go through with it, he thought. C&T: Ok. Send over the address. We'll probably be 20 minutes. H: Thumbs up

The older I've gotten the more I think these labels are useful but should not be constraining on people. We've all sucked off a "straight" guy or fucked him. Is he less straight because you fucked his butt and he went back to his girlfriend (maybe she won't peg him or he's too ashamed to ask her). I think that we would have less conflict about orientation if people dumped their religious nonsense (ha! good luck with that, although younger generations are definitely becoming less religious overall in the US and Europe) and just did what makes them feel good and makes their partners feel valued and gives them enjoyment.

I was 40 the first time I sucked a cock. I had not even seriously considered it before that, but I did dabble in wearing panties and pantyhose until later graduating to garters and thigh high stockings. I just liked the feel of the material and the look of it while I was wearing them. I had become interested right around the time I became a teen and found my mom and sisters panty drawers. I would grab a couple of items and sneak them in to the bathroom to try them on. I eventually had a couple of items of my own and would put them on when I wasn't in a relationship with a girlfriend. When I did have a girlfriend I would occasional put on her stuff when she wasn't around. After a breakup with a long term live in girlfriend, I went back to wearing panties and thigh highs more frequently and eventually ended up in a IRL chat room called Forced Feminization. I started having Dom men in the room private chat me to exchange sex chat. They started asking me to give them a blowjob (descriptive chat wise) At first I was taken aback by this and was unsure, but thought I would see if I could do it and get the guys excited by my words describing how I would get them off with my mouth. I surprised myself by being good at it. I was chatting with a Dom guy one day and giving him a chat blow job and after he asked me if I got together with guys in real life. I told him I had never been with a guy in real life and he was surprised by this as I must have seemed like I knew what I was doing in my chat description. So he asked, you have never had a real cock in your mouth? I said not I had not and had not really considered doing it in real life. He then said something that started me down my path of sucking cock for real. He said you will never forget the moment your lips and tongue first touch the spongy tip of a man's cock and then you feel the silky but hard shaft of the cock in your mouth, there is nothing like it! I was a little shaken by these words and it is something that kept coming back to my mind, until I finally decided to seek out the opportunity to try it for real. I finally tried with my first cock when I was 40 years old, after over 39 years of being a completely straight man with no thoughts of doing something sexual with another man, but the guy was right you will never forget the first time that other mans cock touches your lips and slides into your mouth. I have sucked over 60 cocks since then, but have no romantic attachments or feelings for men. I know this sometimes starts up a lot of discussions but I would consider myself a straight cocksucker.

Let him throat fuck you definitely, feel his helmet ram into the back of your throat. Let him chock you as he grips your head to hold you as he uses you. Feel him throd and swell then spunk. Gag as his seed goes down your throat. When the light headless starts just go with it. Let him finish with no struggle from yourself. X

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_mjecK4uzqims daddy breeding his boy!

Taught you something didn't he? You learned that you're his bitch anytime he wants you to be. I'd love to have a BBC that would just randomly text me at times asking me am I thirsty? And I drop everything and run to him to quench my thirst 😵

Baby you’ll be in great demand as long as it’s not Friday (tv day). Apparently the best day is bears day, every 3rd Saturday. Enjoy the loads xx

Sexual orientation is a social construct. Reproductive function by gender is not. Homo sapiens reproduce by binary gender as a species - it isn’t optional. The whole modern debate about whether there are more than two genders, or whether someone can straddle or cross lines between genders, has little practical bearing on how babies are made. Baby-making is firmly a heterosexual function whether the persons involved are heterosexual or not. Given that humans are biologically evolved to reproduce in the “straight” way, and are thus in the main biologically programmed for sexual attraction to opposite-sex partners as a matter of species survival, and given that the human body was not practically evolved for homosexual intercourse, I think it’s pretty safe to say that we came by “straight” the natural way.

I'm a furry but without a fursona yet

I have a feeling that, like making porn, it is far less sexy than it sounds.

Love the start.

I've been bred by black guys, Asian guys, white guys, latino guys. I've topped plenty of guys from these groups as well; I regularly flip fuck with a hot black stud when he comes to town. A few years ago I had a daddy-son thing going on with a black 20-something who delighted in breeding me after sucking me off. I need to find a middle-eastern dude... The whole BBC thing isn't an urban legend - the smallest black cock I've played with was the same size as me, and I'm not small.

great beginning! nude around the house is a great thing!! looking forward to where this will go.

I’ll cya there in 2 weeks

I met this beautiful 20-something Adonis at a bar Tuesday night. After telling him how beautiful he was, I asked if he wanted to cum over my place where we could get more intimate. “Yes,” his eyes sparkled with unmitigated lust. He followed me 3 car-lengths behind. No sooner were we in the apartment, than I cornered him against a wall, kissing him deeply, and grinding my hips into his crotch. I licked and bit and caressed his warm lips, felt the fullness of his cock growing against mine, sensed his youthful unsullied beauty blindly crying for defilement. Yes, I promised. It would be accomplished. I guided him to the bedroom, fumbling with his shirt as we went. I sat him down on the bed and continued to undress him, licking his tits and belly, slipped off his shoes and socks and jeans. Quickly, before he could dissent, his briefs came off, too. The sweaty, spermy scent of uninfected manhood wafted to my nostrils. I buried my face in his delectable crotch, mouthing his balls and inhaling his delicious masculine aroma. I licked relentlessly, eliciting louder and louder moans from his throat. I knew I was going to bareback him, even if he didn't, yet. I buried my face in his balls, then beneath them, inching further and further down, teasing my tongue into the lush crevice between his buns. "What are you doing?" he gasped! Young guys often have no idea of the power of rimming. I knew that he was on the verge of such sexual ecstasy that he would be unable to resist as I pumped hot poz jizz deep into his youthful gut. I pulled out all the stops, and thrust my tongue deep into his succulent hole, regarding it as a precious delicacy to be savored until all the flavor had been extracted. He moaned and thrust his ass into the air with abandon. I knew it was time. "I don't use condoms," I announced, as he ground his hips into my face. He went limp for a moment, contemplating the risks and rewards. When he moaned again, I knew I had his assent. I lubed up quickly and mounted him, raising his legs to my shoulders, a diseased ribbon of precum pointing the way to his prized, neg hole. Gently I entered him, thrusting in and out, each time penetrating him deeper, till at last my pubic hair brushed his ass cheeks. As I looked in his eyes, I suspected this was his first bareback fuck, and that my poz load would likely impregnate him. I fucked slowly and passionately, the way men are meant to ride boys, raw and deep, then faster and faster, plunging harder and vigorously, getting closer and closer to exploding my poison jizz deep within this beautiful man’s gut. My cock plugged him relentlessly, prepared to fertilize his virgin cunt with a potent load of poison man-sperm. I started to cum. I plugged his succulent ass so heartily that the bed squawked in protest. The boy’s head slammed against the headboard, but he was oblivious. He had a heated, vigorous stallion inside him, and all he wanted was cock. My raw jizz exploded, impregnating the innermost recesses of his gut, infiltrating his bloodstream, melding into every vital organ. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of poison I had to offer. His tight, puckered asshole devoured it greedily, not wasting a drop, wanting more and more. So I dry-fucked him twice more—each time his lacerated mancunt more receptive to my virus-laden spunk.

When that happened to me and the boi I was taking inside I recruited guys in the parking lot to piss in his ass. Worked very well

I quite agree with this, a few years ago I was on holiday and was in a sex club hanging about the urinals after some piss, when this guy in skin gear, bleachers, docs, braces, tight fred perry and as scary looking as I don't know what walked in and went to the urinal. He started pissing, and I put my hand out so he instinctively pulled his cock away thinking I was going to grab it, but instead of that I put my hand a few inches below the piss flow, wet my hands and then whilst looking at him brought my hand up to my mouth and started licking my fingers. On seeing this he then redirected his cock and piss in my direction which was a definite signal to me he was on for it. I quickly got in a crouching position and then took his cock in my mouth, he must of been holding it for ages as there was still plenty of piss to drink, and I kept with the flow drinking every last drop without spilling it. He then patted my head saying 'good piss pig' and walked off. About an hour later he came and found me elsewhere in the club and pulling on my shirt sleeve said, I've got more for ya, and then dragged me off to the toilets again giving me another belly full. The connection was so horny I fondly remember him even 15 or so years later. No idea what his name was but would love to meet again if he recognises me or the description of the situation. He was tall, stocky, huge ass and thighs that were really powerful rather than chubby and came from Coventry.

Absolutely

Best thing about hormones is that you start producing the same amount of wetness like a real girl. The constant flow of precum just coats every pair of panties... It fills the room with that sweet stench that gets me high... Endless cycle and I love it.

Part 5 (Programming note: I’m switching the POV to first person and will write the next section or two in the first person from Adam’s point of view. Hope that isn't confusing.) Josh kept playing with my hole while we made out in the back of Matt’s van. Every so often, he would tap the end of the huge butt plug that was stretching my ass open like never before. Every time I would moan deeply. My brain was kind of scrambled by the drugs and the intense lust I was feeling. The plug felt good but I wanted more cock. My brain was consumed by the desire to get fucked again and again. After a while, we stopped and the side door of the van opened. Josh gave the butt plug in my cunt one last thumping and we rearranged what little clothing we were wearing so we could get out. Matt and Ben grinned at us and Matt said “you ready faggot?” I got out of the van and we were in a small parking lot behind a four story brick building in a part of town I did not know. Matt didn’t wait for me to respond, he just grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet and out of the van. I was pretty unsteady on my feet from all of the drugs, so he held onto me so I didn’t lose my balance. I grabbed him around the waist and looked up into his face, which was grinning down at me. “Come on buddy boy. We’re gonna have some fun with you tonight!” The others just laughed and Josh jumped out of the van, holding onto Ben, reaching up to give him a quick kiss. I realized that I needed more pressure on my ass, so I started to reach into my shorts to touch the butt plug which was still deeply lodged in my hole. Matt saw what I was about to do and swatted my hand away.” “Bad faggot. Don’t touch the plug. Leave your pussy filled up. You’ll thank me later.” We walked to the nondescript door, Matt pressed a button and the door buzzed open. We all filed inside and we entered a small lobby with a window. Matt walked up and started conversing with the guy in the office, laughing and making jokes I couldn’t hear. The man in the back was handsome, in his 20s with a scruffy beard, hairy chest and no shirt on. He took Matt’s credit card and handed him back four keys, that I later found out were for our room and several lockers. Matt grabbed me and steered me toward the next door, which also buzzed open, and we entered the club. Loud house music was playing and we quickly found the large sling room that Matt had rented. I was still confused about what was going on, the drugs and my overwhelming need for cock meant I couldn’t really focus on much except my hole. I kept trying to touch the plug in my ass but one of the others would swat my hand away. We arrived at a door that said 101 on it, and was right across from a large shower area, sauna, steam room and hot tub. Matt opened the door and we all went inside. The guys quickly undressed me and I instinctively reached around again to play with the buttplug in my ass. This time Josh slapped my hand away and grinned. “Christ, faggot. Wait.” He grabbed my clothes and he and Ben briefly disappeared. When they came back a moment or two later, they both had towels wrapped around their waists, and Josh handed me a key. They all put their phones and, I later found out, my phone in a small locker in the room that Matt locked with his key. “That’s your locker key, faggot. But you won’t need it until you leave. Which won’t be for hours.” He reached over and put the elastic band around my upper arm, and pushed me back onto the bed. When I hit the mattress, the buttplug rubbed my prostate and made me moan, which elicited laughter from them. The room was dimly lit with a large flat screen TV playing bareback pro on one wall and a sling in the middle. I had heard of slings before but had never seen one, let alone gotten fucked in one. That was about to change. Josh said “Hey Matt, is Kevin gonna join us for some fun with the boy on his break? Might as well invite the staff to use our cumdump." They all laughed, and Matt said that Kevin (who I assumed was the hot man behind the window at the entrance) would be joining us later when his shift was over. “He’s also got some good shit for us.” Matt grinned and held up a small zippered pouch. “Gotta replenish our supplies.” He quickly held up four more loaded syringes and handed one to Josh and one to Ben. Then Matt pulled me up and pushed me toward the sling. I looked at him, confused, not understanding what I was supposed to do. He just laughed and said “lean back and I’ll help you up there.” I leaned back in the sling, he helped me into the leather seat and quickly secured my legs in the stirrups. I heard a sound and realized that Josh and Ben had both done their slams, the arm bands clicked off and both of them started to cough. Matt grinned at Josh and Ben who were making out on the bed, lost in each other, then he tied both of our arms off and inserted the needle into my arm. “Don’t move. OK?” I nodded and my heart started to race in anticipation of what was about to happen. He pulled back and got a register of blood on mine and then on his. He pushed the plunger down on his rig, then mine and reached over the release the band on my arm and then his, and when he put his arm in the air, I followed. My brain went into overdrive as the strong slam hit me hard. I started to cough and could feel my ass muscles pulling the buttplug in as far as it could possibly go. Matt leaned over and started to kiss me hard on the mouth. “Can’t wait to fuck you up some more and watch the rest of the guys in here use your pussy. You want that, Adam?” I grinned like a lunatic, nodded and said “I want it so bad, Matt. Please. Put your cock inside me.” Matt laughed and said “soon, boy. Don’t worry your hole is going to be dripping cum.” He reached over to the small pouch and pulled out a pill bottle, handing yellow pills to both Ben and Josh and took one himself. He popped the pill in his mouth and took a swig of water from a bottle on the table, handing the bottle to the others. They both laughed and swallowed the pill, stroking their cocks so they got hard. “Take that boner pill, guys. Let’s get this pig some loads. What do you say?” With that, Matt opened the door so people in the hallway could see my big hairy ass in the sling. The sling faced the doorway, so if you were in it, everyone could see when they walked by. I kept reaching down to push the plug further into my ass with my right hand, absently playing with my nipples with the left. Ben and Josh were making out on the bed, while Matt watched both of them and me, slowly stroking his huge, uncut cock. After a few minutes of relaxing and getting into our slams, I noticed a couple of men skittishly walking past the door. Then a man barely covering his crotch with the tiny bathhouse towel looked in and grinned. He was a tall muscular man, covered in dark hair with a buzz cut and a trim beard. I wanted him inside me more than anything I’d ever wanted before. “You boys got this faggot fucked up.” He could see a tiny drop of blood in the crook of my arm. “Playing darts? Naughty, naughty.” Matt laughed and said “You’re just mad because you didn’t get to watch me slam him into the stratosphere.” He laughed and said “you’re right about that. How many loads are in his cunt now?” “I dunno, seven or eight. Our dad fucked him earlier at our apartment.” “Wait. What? Your Dad? FUUUUUUCK that’s hot.” Matt laughed and said “we get that a lot. That’s my brother Josh over there and his boyfriend Ben.” Josh looked up from sucking Ben’s cock with lust in his eyes. “Hey man, you’re fucking hot. Take off that damn towel. Wanna see your cock.” The guy walked into the room and removed the towel to show off a very thick, uncut cock that was held in place by a thick metal ball stretcher and had a thick ring going through the head of his cock. Josh whistled and said “that’s gonna look good buried in his fagdump. You wanna be his first bathhouse load? He’s never been here before. We thought we should show him an extra good time.” The guy laughed and said “sure, that sounds like a good plan. If we’re lucky I got 3-4 loads in me. I’m Pete.” Matt stood up and grabbed Pete by the neck and kissed him deeply. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Matt and the pig is….well, he’s a fag. Basically just a hole. You can call him faggot or cunt.” For some reason, the way they were talking about me like I wasn’t in the room really turned me on, but my cock was shriveled up to nothing. If I wasn’t high I would be rock hard, but I was spun out of my head, and only wanted Pete’s dick (and every dick on the earth) inside me. I moaned and said “come on, man, stick your cock in my hole. I need more!” Matt laughed and said “see? He’s just a fucking fag hole. Go ahead and fuck him. Be sure to give him your load if you wanna shoot. All loads in his cunt.” Pete smiled and said “deal.” He walked over to the sling and touched the plug in my hole which made me moan loudly. “Damn this fag sure is noisy. Why don’t one of you plug his mouth cunt while I unplug his ass.” Matt stood up and slapped my face hard a couple times before he put his thick, floppy surfer dude cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. It quickly got fully hard but his foreskin still had some ass juice, jizz and piss under it which I greedily slurped. Suddenly, Pete grabbed the plug in my ass and yanked it out, dropping it on the table next to the sling. I gasped at the sudden emptiness in my ass and started to moan again, which caused Pete to slap my face this time. “Shut the fuck up, faggot. You want this cock?” “Yes sir! Please sir! Please breed my pussy!” All four of them laughed and Pete said “good little fagdump.” He spit in his hand, and lubed up his fat cock and quickly sank the entire length of it into my asshole. I moaned loudly as he buried his cock inside me. Ben and Josh were watching Matt and Pete use my holes, playing with each other’s cocks while three other men were standing in the doorway touching their cocks under their towels. I sure hoped they were going to wait their turns and use my holes.

Part 4: Bye Bye Thoughts of a Straight Man Daddy led me into the bathroom to give me my very first enema. After making sure I was cleaned out we went back into the bedroom and just kissed and made out for about 30 minutes. After making out Daddy had me lay on my stomach and spread my legs. He parted my ass cheeks and started eating my hole out. Fuck that felt so good. I was truly enjoying the feeling. After several minutes Daddy took out some lube and spread it on my hole. He then inserted his finger into my hole very gently. It hurt a little but Daddy was gentle and told me to relax. I did as told and soon I was being fucked for the first time by Daddy's finger. Goddamn Daddy was an expert. He was in no hurry to put his cock in my hole. He wanted my hole to be completely open and relaxed for him. After about 10 minutes of Daddy fucking me with his finger he pulled it out. I started whimpering because I felt empty. Soon Daddy applied more lube and then inserted 2 fingers in my hole. Daddy repeated the same process he did with just one finger and soon I was being fucked by Daddy's 2 fingers. With 2 fingers Daddy fucked my hole a little longer than before and my little penis hurt from throbbing. Daddy removed his fingers from my hole and I whimpered again. But I knew I didn't have to wait long. Daddy lubed my hole again and inserted 3 fingers in my hole. The pain didn't last long and Daddy was soon fucking my hole again. Again he fucked my hole longer than he had the previous times and I was moaning very loudly. No doubt Daddy was thoroughly preparing my hole for his massive cock and I was so thankful. After about 30 minutes Daddy removed his fingers and I felt the cool air reach my hole. Daddy took a quick picture of my hole and I was already gaping. Daddy laid the phone down and applied more lube to my hole. This time I felt 4 fingers and my hole was really being stretched out. Daddy just held them in my hole for several minutes and before long my hole was relaxed enough to be fucked again. Daddy had me on edge the way he was prepping my hole. He must have finger fucked my hole for nearly an hour with 4 fingers. He had my hole so loose that his hand was easily fucking me. Just before Daddy pulled his fingers out he said I needed to listen to him very carefully the next part. I said yes Daddy. He pulled his fingers out and told me to put my ass in the air with my shoulders on the bed. He then applied a lot of lube to my hole and some to his hand. He then made a fist and put it to my hole. He then said to push like I was taking a dump and when I did he pushed his fist into my hole. I screamed in pain as Daddy rubbed my back and talked me through the pain. I was hurting but not for long. Listening to Daddy helped and soon my hole relaxed. With Daddy's fist still in my hole he applied more lube and started slowly fucking me. It took a little bit longer to get used to this thickness in my hole. But Daddy was very gentle. After about 10 minutes Daddy was able to fuck me a little faster than before. Daddy kept reapplying lube to keep me loose. Each time he lubed up his hand he would remove it from my hole and then slide his fist back into my hole. After the third time I was taking his fist with ease. No pain. Just pure pleasure. I was thinking to myself that I was definitely born to be fucked because up until this moment this was the greatest pleasure I have ever received. As I was having this thought my penis suddenly erupted cum. I hadn't even touched it. Yet I didn't go soft and remained hard. Oh my God I was so going to enjoy my new life. Daddy noticed my orgasm and told me I was such a good boy. That made me feel so good. I said thank you Daddy. Daddy pulled his fist out of my hole and I thought he was going to lube up again for more of his fist. But I was wrong. He asked me one more time if I was sure I wanted him to fuck me. I said yes Daddy. Fuck me and make me yours. With that Daddy smiled and kissed me. With my hole gaping beyond recognition Daddy said get ready for the greatest pleasure you have ever had.

Part 6 Hunter knew he had Chris now that the top so willingly submitted to the older mans large cock. Chris got on his back after he pulled out of Tyler and lifted his legs for Hunter to push back into him. The boys were so high that Hunter didn't need to suggest anything. They would do whatever he asked. Tyler was still on his back and could feel cum leaking out of him and onto the bed. Hunter loved the sight of that small stream of cum seeping out of a just used virgin hole. He motioned for Tyler to get up on his knees. "Why don't you feed that hot cock to Chris while I fuck him? It deserves to feel the warmth of a hole too doesnt it?" The two boys looked at each other and only then realized that in all the times they had hooked up they still hadn't sucked each other. Tyler grabbed his cock and shifted his body to line it up to Chris' mouth. Chris had always pictured himself as a total top and here he was about to take a cock in his mouth at the same time that he would be getting fucked. He licked the tip of Tylers cock tasting the precum leaking out of the slit. There wasnt anything especially tasty or repulsive about the precum but feeling it on his tongue made him horny for more. He began to lap up more at the tip and then sucked in the head and then even more. Tyler almost fell forward from the shock of how good Chris' mouth felt, a new sensation that he couldnt have imagined. Watching this only turned Hunter on more. Had he known this was the first time they were sucking it might have taken him past the edge. But he had plenty motivation to penetrate Chris again. He pushed his rock hard cock into Chris and heard him moan on Tylers cock. Unlike the first time, Hunter didnt pause until his balls were against Chris' hole. There was no indication of pain or discomfort this time in Chris' response. This kid was a born bottom and Hunter was opening him up to that reality now. Tyler was kneeling at a perfect angle to see Hunters cock fucking in and out of Chris. It was the hottest thing he had seen in his life. Chris was fully hard, his big cock flopping around with precum dripping down onto his stomach. Suddenly, Tyler felt the desire to taste that cock and the precum leaking out. Hunter knew the look on Tylers face. He had seen it on plenty of boys before. "Straddle Chris' face so he can still suck on you. Then bend down and start sucking on him." Tyler understood immediately and pulled his leg over Chris' head and adjusted so he could keep his cock in the mouth that was now taking him deep. Hunter slowed his fucking down so Tyler could grab Chris' cock. Tyler bent down first looking at the thick cock that was partly inside Chris then wrapped his mouth on the warm hard cock in his hand. He didnt tentatively lick the tip first the way Chris did his. He tried to take the cock as far as he could gagging almost immediately but then building to a rhythm that made Chris moan even louder onto Tylers cock. The vibrations of Chris' moan provoked a moan from Tyler. "You boys are so fucking hot. Fuck." Hunter had seen all this go down before but something about the way these boys turned so quickly made it almost like he was seeing this for the first time. Tyler came up for air and looked up at Hunter. "Its so hot seeing your cock going in and out of Chris." Something in their eye contact in that moment made words unnecessary. Tyler just pulled himself up and Hunter used his right hand to pull Tylers head closer to him. The two started a passionate kiss. This was the first person Tyler kissed other than Chris and Hunter knew this. This boy knows how to kiss, Hunter thought. Because of the angle, Tylers cock got pulled out of Chris's mouth. Instead the angle put Tylers newly fucked hole spread the slightest bit right where his cock used to be. Just like the cock that was in his face, Chris took a tentative lick but then began to devour the hole. Tyler moaned loud and deep into Hunters mouth. Hunter pulled away to get a view of what was happening. "Oh my god that feels so good. I think I might....I....I..." Hunter couldnt see exactly what Chris was doing but he could see enough to know and it turned him on knowing that this boy was probably eating his own cum out of Tylers hole. Tyler sat fully up to give Chris deep access to his hole and grabbed his own cock as he moaned and mumbled incoherently clearly about to cum. This was too hot for Hunter and he could feel his poz cum building to his climax. "Boys Im about to cum. Fuck. Take my cum boy. Im about to flood those guts." Those last words that Tyler had never heard before were enough to put him over the edge. The thought of this stranger shooting his cum into Chris and the feeling of Chris' tongue probing deep into his hole had Tyler shooting his own ropes of cum everywhere, all over the bed, on Chris' stomach and raised legs and even Hunters chest. Chris could feel Tylers hole contracting on his tongue. Hunter shook uncontrollably as his own cum shot into Chris like a fire hose. It didnt feel like it was going to stop and he did his best to keep that cock deep in the boy for it all. When they finally untangled themselves and after Hunter slowly pulled his cock out of Chris they lay in different positions spread across the bed exhausted and spent. In the clarity of mind that had always come after shooting their loads the boys went from intense pleasure to something else. Something more worrisome. Something like guilt. Neither boy looked at each other or at Hunter. It would be too much right now while feeling this way that didnt yet have words, especially since they were both still pretty high. But Tyler and Chris knew it was time that they left. They could deal with the rest later.

Part 5 Chris knew to hold his cock still inside Tyler so he could get used to it. They wrapped their arms around each other while they kissed passionately. Hunter could see the sweat beginning to coat their bodies. "Fuck this is so hot boys." Hunter was sitting down again but this time he was on the bed behind Chris. The boys didnt respond probably too into the new sensations of raw fucking. Hunter used one hand to stroke his cock and the other to begin stroking Chris's back. He would take it slow but he was pretty sure that he could cut a few steps that he normally took with other boys he had been with. He could feel Chris begin to rock back and forth slowly starting to fuck Tyler just as he had always wanted to. Tyler could feel Chris's cock head pressing deep into him and touching spots he never even could have imagined. Each time they were touched Tyler would feel like he was being shocked with pleasure. Like the spot was a button that activated tingling and set off another moan. Chris loved that he could do this to Tyler. He was hoping Tyler would enjoy being a bottom because whenever Chris fantasized about fucking he was always the top. He didnt think he could get any pleasure from having a cock in him but he wanted to give that pleasure to someone else. The tightness around his cock felt like he was being strangled. Like if he didnt start rocking back and forth he might get stuck inside Chris. Right now that wasnt sounding so bad. Chris pulled himself out of the kiss and the two boys stared into each others eyes again. "You feel so good and tight around my cock." Tyler smiled. He was hoping Chris was feeling as good as he was. "This feels amazing Chris. We should have done this before." Tyler was breathing hard and moaning and could barely get the words out but those words turned Chris on even more and he started fucking a little faster raising himself back up to his knees and picking up his rhythm. He watched Tyler respond by rolling his eyes into the back of his head. They groped each others bodies and Tylers hands found Chris's ass. With one hand on each cheek Tyler tried to pull Chris deeper. Chris caught on and after fucking with speed he would slow down and push as deep as he could into Tyler getting a loud moan and a look on his face like surprise each time. They were in their own world now but Chris began to feel a heat behind him and then Hunters arms wrapped around his chest. Hunters hands found Chris nipples and squeezed them and pressed his chest against the boys back. Chris moaned. He was feeling so many sensations at once. Hunter looked over Chris's shoulder down to Tyler who looked like he had entered another dimension of pleasure. "You feeling good boys?" He whispered into Chris's ear just loud enough for Tyler to hear. They both moaned "Yes." Hunter pressed himself harder against Chris moving to the new tops rhythm. His hard cock was pressed up against Chris's ass which was now being rubbed with the precum dripping out of the older mans huge poz cock. Hunter whispered again into Chris's ear but this time Tyler did not hear it. "You like when Im pressed against you like this boy? Touching you like this while you fuck that raw cock into your bottom?" Chris and Tyler hadnt done much dirty talk when they were together so this new experience just got him even more excited. For some reason hearing that word raw whispered into his ear right now made his cock jump inside Tyler. He just nodded. "I don't want you to cum just yet. See how long you can hold it so the load you blow in him is as big as you can make it." Chris knew what Hunter was talking about. Sometimes when he had the house to himself in high school he would spend the day edging and finally cumming massive loads the ropes of cum flying everywhere. He wanted to experience that same intense pleasure now as he fucked Tyler. And the feeling of this mans body against him only made it more intense. He could feel Hunters massive cock sliding against him and against his ass crack. He felt one of Hunters big hands pull away from Chriss nipple and moved down to his ass. A finger found his hole and circled it slowly and gently. Another new sensation. He didnt ever think of himself as a bottom but he bent back down to Tyler to make out with him again. He loved making out with this boy but he did it to give Hunter better access to his ass. He liked this feeling and Hunter was the one that was making this happen so if he wanted to play with Chriss ass, it would be ok. Hunter knew exactly what was happening. This was going to be even easier than he thought. Things just kept getting better for him. He grabbed the lube and coated his finger and turned his full attention to Chriss tight and almost hairless hole. He wanted the top first. The only thing better than fucking a virgin raw was fucking a virgin top raw. He circled the hole again and wet it with the lube. Slowly he began to push inside Chris. He could hear the moaning and could have sworn that he was pulling more of his cock out of Tyler in order to get more of Hunters finger inside him. He pulled his finger out and pulled open the drawer at the side table and grabbed the bag of T. This last step was all he needed now. Fuck going slow. These boys were ready now. He pulled out a shard and with the lubed finger pushed it inside of Chris. Chris went from feeling the pleasure of the mans finger to the burning sensation that he didnt know was coming. Chris pulled up from the kiss. "Aw that burns...What are you doing?" Hunter used his other hand to push him back down against Tyler. "Don't worry. It's ok. Youll feel fine in just a second." Hunter never pulled his finger out. As he spoke he again pulled his body up against Chris. Sure enough after a couple of minutes he could hear Chris moaning again and pushing back to get as much of this finger as he could. "Was I right?" Chris was so horny he didnt pull up from Tylers mouth just moaning a "Mmmhmm" and aggressively pushing down onto Hunters finger which just then found the spot it was looking for. Chris kneeled back up in surprise. "Ho....my....that's gonna make me cum." Hunter pulled his finger out. "Not just yet. Remember what I said? Build that huge load." Chris slowed his fucking down and pushed himself deep into Tyler before bending down to kiss him again to calm him from cumming so fast. Hunter could not have planned this better if he had tried. With Chris as still as he was going to be now was the time. Hunter crouched behind Chris and brought the head of his cock to the tops virgin boy hole. He brought one hand back to Chriss back to keep him pressed down on Tyler. And then he pushed. Chris had no idea this was coming. He felt the head of Hunters cock push past his hole before he realized it was a cock and not a mans finger there. He all but screamed into Tylers mouth but didnt move. Tyler pulled back and asked "whats wrong? did you just cum?" Hunter looked over Chris's shoulder and responded to Tyler. "Remember what I told you boys when Chris first pushed inside you?" Tyler looking straight into Hunters eyes nodded. "What did I tell you?" "Breathe in and out deep." "That's right boy. Look into Chriss eyes and tell him." Tyler didnt understand but he did as Hunter said. He pulled his hands up to Chriss face and said "Breathe in and out deep." Chris just nodded and started a deep inhale and a deep exhale. On Chriss third deep inhale Hunter pushed the rest of his cock into the boy stretching the boy deep and wide. Hunter loved nothing more than the sensation of pushing into a tight teen virgin for the first time. Chris's exhale came out as a loud moan followed by convulsions that Tyler had never seen before. Hunters cock hit Chriss spot and the boy just immediately started cumming rope after rope of cum inside of Tyler. Tyler knew he was being bred and he pulled Chris down to him as they began making out again. Chris had never cum like this before. It was the most intense he had ever experienced. He could feel that his cock was still spurting and he also felt the girth and length of Hunters full cock deep in him. What the two boys didnt know is that as Chris came his ass squeezed Hunters cock with each rope of cum that shot into Tyler and pushed Hunter over the edge. Hunter was shaking too but not as violently as Chris so the boy didnt notice as Hunter bred the boy deep. He did everything he could in his power not to scream in pleasure as he gave the boy his first poz load at the same time that the boy was shooting one of his last neg loads into his bottom. Hunter remained composed. He was a pro at this. He wanted to cum another load into Chris before he took a turn on Tyler. When Chris got his breathing back under control. He pulled himself up onto his arms and looked down at Tyler but spoke to both of them. "I guess I couldnt hold it long enough but I think it was a pretty big load. Maybe the biggest I ever shot. I couldnt control it once you pushed into me. Youre so big but it felt so good." Only at that moment did Tyler realize Hunter was inside Chris. "He fucked you while you were fucking me?" Tyler was shocked in a way that kept him hard. He had always fantasized about being watched but the prospect of watching made him hot now too. He hadnt cum yet but he knew he would blow a big load when he did. This news was getting him closer to the edge. Hunter answered him. "Not fucked. Fucking. You ready for me to start really fucking you boy?" Chris turned back to look at Hunter and said "Yeah but can we do it the way I did with Tyler?" Hunter smiled. "Of course."