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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

Karel, my bad but best friend Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real existing persons 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 damage, 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 1: Introduction and: My best friend meets my younger brother Hello guys, my name is Chris, I'm 22 years old and I'm from Berlin. What is the best way to describe me? Slim with decent muscles (six pack) 1.75 meters tall, 62kg light, blond hair on my head, otherwise hairless. With what I have in my pants, I also do not need to hide, at least no woman has complained yet. Now we come to the far more difficult part, I still have to describe my brother and my best friend... ...until now I never really paid attention to it. Well my little brother's name is Sven, he turned a fresh 18, is like me blond and hairless (must run in the family). He is a little taller than me at 1.82 meters, but only weighs 58kg. That what he has less weight, however, he has more in his pants. My best friend is Karel, he is originally from Prague but has been living in Berlin with his parents for 15 years, he has brown hair and blue piercing eyes, he always shaves off his body hair. I met him 10 years ago when he came to my class. We became friends, did a lot of things together, and realized that our birthday was on the same day - Crazy, right? Karel and I graduated from high school together, and both studied architecture. At 18, Karel started going to McFit to work out. He tried to persuade me over and over again to come along, saying it couldn't hurt me to get some muscles. Well, a year ago he did it, I now also train my body, not as extreme as him, but at least a little bit. Of course, it was not left out that we stood together in the shower, and I could see what dangles there with him. I became envious of the sheer size of his cock. That must be erect at least 22cm, and really thick. He had also gotten a few tattoos over the years, with 18 a black tribial on the left arm with a red central logo, with 19 a green scorpion with red blood drops was added to the right groin, with 20 then the next tattoo, a revolver on the left groin. But the scorpion has surprised me the most so far, because we are both from the zodiac sign Aquarius. But I digress. I wanted to tell how it came about that Karel met my brother. It was the Friday after the birthday of Sven, I assumed that he would once again at some party with friends or in some Berlin club his mischief, as often on the weekend. Our parents (I could rely on them) were in Zurich for the weekend as usual, so we could study in peace. I thought. I want to digress from the topic for a moment, and describe my parents' house. The house has two floors plus a basement. On the first floor there is the spacious eat-in kitchen, the guest toilet right next to the entrance, my parents' bedroom with dressing room and private bathroom, my teenager's room with private bathroom, our father's study, and our mother's study, which was originally Sven's room. This room also has its own bathroom. But Sven preferred to move to the attic because the guest rooms up there were more spacious than his old room. That was on his 16th birthday. We actually have 6 guest rooms, now one is dropped. But that doesn't matter at all, since we rarely have a guest. The guest rooms have one special feature, always two rooms share a bathroom. So, enough about the living situation, let's get back to the actual topic. I had given Karel the room next to my brother, as always when he stayed with me. Sven was never there, until now. We didn't even notice my brother when we brought Karel's clothes upstairs, because Sven was completely too stoned in his bed, and didn't move. Karel and I had made ourselves comfortable in the kitchen to study, drank the one or other beer, when we were overcome by tiredness at about 11 pm. Karel went upstairs and I went to my room. I just managed to undress and fell asleep in my bed. What happened that night I know only from stories. When Karel arrived upstairs in his guest room, he also undressed, then entered the bathroom to take a shower. While Karel was showering, Sven woke up with a full bladder, so he got up and staggered into the bathroom to piss. I'm afraid I have to interject again to say something to my brother. Sven always sleeps naked, when he wakes up at night to piss, or to satisfy his hunger in the living room kitchen, he just also goes naked through the house, this is completely normal for him. Now back to the bathroom: After Sven had finished pissing, he turned around and caught sight of Karel, while Karel was already eyeing him as he came in. Sven faced Karel with his mouth open, started drooling, and his penis started growing as well. Karel started to smile wickedly. What happened after that? Will come in the sequel.

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.

Glory Holes have been around as long as there have been men's rooms. But what's their true purpose? Obviously for Cocks to get sucked off by men that crave it. But, there's another, deeper function too. When there's a public room (i.e. men's rest room), with one or more glory holes carved into the partitions, it focuses all the attention on only one thing: Lust. The need to suck a Cock off, feel the rush when it pumps Sperm down the throat or up the gut. Glory holes are seldom bigger than they need to be to get the Cock/balls through and mate with a hungry mouth or hole. This fact actually reduces our concentration to the lowest common denominator. If you happen to like beefy guys, and the Cock on the other side of the partition is so skinny he could walk through a harp, you won't know or care. The only important thing is the hard Cock staring back at you through the gh. If you like skinny guys, and the guy on the other side is beefy, you won't see or care. All you care is there's a man that needs to sate his Lust, just as you need to sate yours. Whether the Cock pumps sperm down your throat or up your Hole, the important thing - boiled down to it's lowest common denominator - is hard raw Cock mating with hungry raw Hole. There are no other considerations available. Of course, in a bar/"bookstore"/whatever known for raw pigsex, men will cruise each other and head to the john to complete the act of mating with each other(s). But in general, glory holes serve a magnificent purpose by filtering out all the unnecessary distractions, allowing us to focus on only our Lust, the need to mate with our brothers, the craving to pitch or catch sperm. Maybe you finish and see the guy as he leaves, and think to yourself "oh fuck - did I actually suck that mess off?" Or, "oh fuck - that guy is hotttt - I want/need more" and go get his contact information. In either case, the act of mating with your brothers has taken place, as it will again and again and again. Glory Holes serve a crucially important function: it's all about lust - all about mating. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm. Whether at a group breeding orgy, a glory hole, in an alley, at your place or his, wherever. It's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm.

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

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

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

Me too, I'm into urine therapy 💛

Yes brined and brassy 💛👅💛

Fucking dream cum true 👅

I pride myself on being able to keep up with the majority of piss flows and not spilling a drop. Beer/Lager piss is the easiest on the palate, and sweet too 🙂

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

I hate being called or calling someone else Daddy. I'm a bottom, have never fathered children, and the only Daddy in my life who I adored was my father, sadly no longer with us. I was always a Daddies boy growing up, not a Mummy's boy. I know I'm now contradicting myself, but if I'm in the middle of being fucked and the guy calls me Daddy, I just go with the flow, I want the load, but if meeting again for a regular hookup, I usually politely say something.

wish you were closer, love to use you like that.

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

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

I had a great time in darlesdon yesterday. It was a game of two half’s. I met a couple who like me didn’t realise it was tv day. That said after playing in the jacuzzi we went to a side room where whilst I was sucking cock, the other pounded my arse raw until a nice creamy ending. I then returned the favour by bending the bf over (the one I had been sucking) and fucked him till I came. There was no mention of status or the daft question of ‘are you clean’ just good wholesome raw man sex. So I guess everyone was happy. X

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

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

I had a hot young Alpha shove me against a tree over a ravine in a public park. He was 24, I was 44. He used spit for lube and entered me in one thrust with his 9” cock. I cried out. It was the first time I was truly fucked. He cupped his hand over my mouth and went to town on my ass. I cried and whimpered into his hand with hikers down below. It was probably 15 minutes, but felt like longer. Tears were streaming down my face. He leaned into my ear and said “gonna breed your cunt” grunted and unloaded his cum inside. I could feel his cock pulsing. First true fuck, first raw fuck, first breeding. While I was coming to terms with all of that, I felt warm and wet inside. He pissed in me. He pulled out laughing… “don’t pretend you didn’t want any of that… that’s my ass now!”

Sexually spent and satiated, at least for the moment, the cute cub and I headed out for a refreshing skinny dip. Many of the other’s were doing the same. When I found Claude I asked if he had seen Joe. He’d seen Joe fully clothed in the cockpit of our boat when he jumped in for his swim. I next asked if he’d enjoyed fucking the three A type gym bunnies. I’ll switch to his narrative to give you his answer. Claude “They are fuckin hot aren’t they? I really pounded two of them. They’re holes were hungry for my raw cock and felt great. While I was dicking the second one the third started to play with my ass hole. I took a moment to hold still deep in number two and three began to rim my ass with his hot mouth. This was too delicious, so I just continued to hold deep, and I was soon getting the best tongue fuck of my life. Finally, he stood and whispered in my ear. This sent shivers through my spine. “I’m going to fuck you with my 10 inch raw cock. You ready?” I just pushed back onto his mushroom head which was already resting at my rear door. He was not just long but thick. The pain was almost unbearable but quickly turned to unbelievable pleasure when he was ‘all in’. For the next 15 minutes our train fuck was incredibly intense. Even I was beginning to tire. I called back to three. “Are you close? ‘Cause I need you to breed me already.” Only then did I realize we were a train of four. The first guy was in the caboose and overheard my request. “I’m ready, let me dump in him.” Number three’s cock was out of me and replaced by number one instantly. This cock was blasting the moment it entered me. I could tell by his body movement that he too was now getting fucked, the piston action driving through all our bodies. Very quickly he pulled out and any regret of my hole being empty was removed quickly as number three’s massive member was back in me balls deep. As we pumped away number two pulled off me declaring his need to cum. I was ready to offer my mouth but once again the pole in me ass was withdrawn, and number two was spraying on my back and finished in my hole. It had been a long time since I had received two breedings so close together. My thoughts were consumed with this thought when number three was back inside me. “You needn’t think we are done here. I’m not quite ready but a cumdump like you must have the stamina to finish meeting my needs.” “Thanks for the complement, but I’m not a cumdump. I’ve only bottomed for two loads before.” “Well, you are about to break your record.” For the next ten minutes I was used like never before. “Are you ready to break your record?” “Fuck yeah man.” And he was blasting away beyond my second ring.” ….., The dinner bell rang, and we all gathered at the long table in the cabin of their boat. Joe sat beside me, so I had a chance to ask how things had gone for him. He blushed a deep red and looked away from me. ”It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.” Again, let’s shift the narrative this time to Joe. Joe “Um … aw … what can I say … I just got pretty overwhelmed. Did you see the group of guys around me? Yeah, I thought so. For the first two minutes it was a turn on to get so much attention. I even pulled my hardon out and started stroking. That’s when that guy over there … I think you’d call him a bear? … He went down on me. His mouth felt fantastic on my cock, I just wasn’t comfortable with so many guys watching and standing so close. Soon my cock was starting to soften, and I was thinking, ‘I’ve got to end this.’ Then the tall skinny guy dove in, pulled my shorts to my knees, and started eating my ass hole. I’d never experienced this before, and my cock responded immediately. The bear doubled down on his oral assault, and I was soon spraying his tonsils with one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I quickly apologized and after he swallowed, he assured me I had nothing to apologize for. The tall skinny guy now stood and was aiming his raw cock at my sloppy hole. I felt the tip tease my outer ring and bolted away from the crowd. I’m surprised in my stumbling that I was able to pull my pants up and I fled directly to our boat. Thankfully none of them came after me.” …… I slept that night with the cub after he pumped another load into my ass. I always sleep like a baby when my guts are full of so many loads. I woke quite disoriented as I felt the body spooning behind me pull away and get out of bed. I soon figured out my surroundings and reached back to check how much cum had seeped out of my ass in my sleep. A bit, but not too bad, and by the smell of these sheets this was not the first time they had been soiled by ass juice and cum. I was puzzled to see the cub bent over with his bare ass against the glory hole. Soon I could hear slurping and spitting. Was someone preparing his hole? He smiled and winked at me as he let out a loud groan. No mistaking that, he had just been penetrated. He held a finger to his lips telling me to keep quiet and I watched and listened as he received a short fucking followed by an orgasmic groan. My cub friend had just received his first breeding of the day. I could hear footsteps walking away and was about to speak when he once again silenced me and groaned. No mistaking, his ass had been penetrated again. Whoever it was must have only given about three trusts when his unmistakable ejaculator cry was wafting through the door. “Awe! My early morning booty call. I don’t know who those two guys are but every morning like clock work my ass is waiting at this glory hole and I start my day with their protein welcomed into my intestines.” .... to be continued

If i'm at a party and am the party urinal, it is totally necessary to swallow every drop...not to make a mess. If i'm at a pig party, i love to be drenched in piss, head-to-toe, drinking most, but letting some run out. If i'm with my Dom, it's whatever He wants...sometimes He orders me not to spill a single drop and other times He'll piss on the floor and order me to lick up every drop. So, for me, i guess it would depend on the situation that i'm in...

I've been eating mine for yrs. Now I eat it off my wifes 40dd tits. When I suck my FWB off, I always drain his balls 100% dry... His cock is so empty, that there's nothing for him to wipe off. That is how I believe a cock should be drained 😍❤️💯%

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

Part 9 Chris's immediate physical response was a loss of breath. The rush of the slam made him cough uncontrollably. He thought this was probably the last moments of his life. Dying naked in a sling with drugs in his system. God would punish him and send him to a hell that he only began to imagine in that moment. That thought of death was surprisingly not met with fear because this wasnt a time for emotion. Gregs massive cock was in him and the way he plunged it into Chris without mercy also simultaneously caused the boy to take a quick intake of breath. Only he didnt have the ability to take it. The coughing fit and the sharp pain of the raw cock stretching him were all too much. Meanwhile the video hadnt stopped. The screams by the men and the top to "poz the boy" were relentless as the top bred the bottom. Thoughts of his demise turned out to be far too premature. Suddenly he felt Hunters hand on his chest again. What he didnt realize was Hunters hand was there from the moment he pulled the band off Chris's arm. The shock was wearing off and feeling was returning to Chris. Hunters touch felt electric. His coughing stopped and a heat permeated his body. Hunters touch made the heat more intense and yet it wasnt enough. He needed more. And the pain of his hole being stretched became something different. Need. Greg was deep but Chris wanted him deeper. The need for more prompted him to raise his arms toward Greg as if to beckon him. Greg obliged and bent down again laying on top of the boy and making out again. "Fuck boy. You feeling good huh?" Chris just moaned into Gregs mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into the kiss. Greg responded with a moan of his own and accepted as much of Chris's tongue as he could get. Meanwhile he stayed balls deep in the boy and rocked inside him, flexing his cock and trying to press against the boys prostate. Chris still wasnt down from that initial highest of highs enough to figure out what to make of all that was happening. What he did know was that his life was now divided into two: before slam and after slam. Before this slam he knew he had parts of his body that would arouse him when they were touched. But now every inch of his body was a pleasure center, outside and inside. He could suddenly feel every ridge and vein of Gregs throbbing cock. He felt how deep inside him he was. He felt Gregs chest pressed on top of his as he pushed himself up against the man to somehow get even closer. Their making out became breathless just as Chris had regained his breathing. There was no chance to think. He wanted to feel this way forever. Feeling the need to be touched like this and having that need met by a man as gorgeous as Greg. Greg pulled himself up having to fight the pull of Chris's arms. He wanted to see this boy he was fucking and get a look at his raw cock fucking in and out of him. Chris was looking up at him so intently like he was trying to memorize every detail of Gregs face. Greg noticed how Chris's face had changed with the high running through him. He was more animal, acting on instinct instead of thought, taking what he wanted and not thinking about consequences. He loved his boys like this. But looking at how changed the boy was reminded him that the high from the slam he did when he first got to Hunters place had mostly worn off. He looked at Hunter who was still at Chris's side now stroking his own dripping cock. "You dont wanna feed that to him?" Greg asked Hunter. "Later. I see where his focus is for now. Hes in love." Greg chuckled knowing thats exactly the look Chris had on his face as he looked up at the man who was fucking him. Whether or not Chris heard any of this wasnt clear to either man standing since the boys gaze never wavered. "You look like you could use...a pick me up." Greg smiled at Hunter. "You read my mind." Hunter turned his attention to his kit to get one of the prepared rigs for Greg. Greg leaned back down to kiss Chris softly. He looked into the boys eyes and asked "Feeling good boy?" Chris just nodded. It was as if he was in a trance. "I'm gonna stay deep in you like this but I cant promise that Ill have much control once Hunter gives me what he gave you. Your hole feels so good around my cock I might just cum as soon as he slams me. You ok with that?" It didnt matter how Chris answered. Greg was going to breed this boy. But he wanted to hear Chris say that he wanted Gregs cum in this intimate moment when they were as closely connected as they could be. "Yeah." Chris's first word since his slam. "Yeah what boy? Tell me." "I...I..I want you to cum." Damn, Greg thought. This high and still had some inhibitions. Those religious boys from conservative families were hard to break and he was working on one such boy now. That only pushed Greg closer to the edge of his cum. "Yeah? Where do you want me to cum boy?" "I...I....cum in me." "Whats that? Say that again boy. With conviction. Like you really want it. I don't believe you." "Cum inside me. Please. Gimme that cum." "Fuck. Yeah? You sure?" Greg could see that his promptings were pushing Chris to open his mind to what he really wanted. He watched as Chris's face became more resolute and assured. "Fuck yes. Shoot those fucking poz ropes of cum in me." The sudden outburst almost shook Chris lucid. Had he just asked Greg to cum in him and poz him? He had never once considered that. But he knew what he said and what he said was what he wanted. This was after slam Chris and after slam Chris craved poz cum. "Fucking flood me with your poz cum." "Oh fuck," Greg lifted himself up again as Hunter came close with the band and rig. "Looks like he put it all together. Our boy wants to get pozzed up." Hunter looked at Chris who finally turned from Greg and looked back at him as if noticing for the first time that he was even in the room. "Yeah boy? You wanna get pozzed?" Chris nodded. "Fuck yeah. But Chris?" He gave Chris a look now as if to say listen closely. "Chris? How do you know you werent pozzed before today?" Chris's eyes grew wide as the realization hit him. And then the smile. Chris smiled at Hunter as the look on his face transformed from shock to pure lust. As the realization hit Chris, he looked back and forth to the two men and as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, moaned out "Fuuuuuuuuck." Both men noticed that Chris's cock was as hard as it had been the whole day and it was leaking precum all over his abs. Greg was also benefiting from Chris's pleasure as he felt the boys hole squeeze his cock gripping it and milking it and trying to pull it in deeper. Greg smiled in response as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Yeah boy. Thats what youre about to get. Im gonna fucking breed you with my poz cum so deep." He was balls deep in Chris and tried to focus so he could hold his position as Hunter tied the band around his arm and found a vein. When Hunter pulled away after finishing the slam, Greg raised his arm and coughed through that initial impact. He loved getting slammed while he was inside a bottom but this hole was so tight and knowing that it was a neg boy who wanted to get pozzed up made him wild. As he rode the high he pushed his weight against Chris's hole trying to get even deeper than was possible. Chris could feel the change in Greg just in the way the cock inside him felt. Almost like it was growing fatter. It felt like it was stretching him even more. But there was no pain. This was all pleasure. He looked back up to Greg and saw the change in his face. It looked like lust on the verge of violence. Chris braced himself. "Oh fuck boy. You feel that cock?" Gregs breathing was heavy from the coughing but also as he got closer to cumming. His fucking became more frantic pulling almost completely out before slamming his cock deep into the boy at an increasing speed. The two were moaning loudly now unable to form words. Greg reached down and held Chris's shoulders to get deeper with each stroke. He looked deep into Chris and found some words but not sentences. "Cumming....pozzing....boy.....fuck..." and then the slamming strokes that would tell any observer that Gregs ropes of poz cum were being shot into Chris. The spasms, the shaking, all told Hunter that this was a huge load. But what made this easily one of the hottest things Hunter had ever witnessed was that as Greg began to shoot his load Chris also was on the verge of cumming. He never found his words so it came out in a long moan that was broken up by each rope that he shot. Hunter saw cum shooting up onto Chris's chest and face and more than one rope that hit Gregs neck and chin. As he came Chris's legs moved off the sling and tightened around Greg but in constant movement as if unable to maintain control. Hunter couldnt tell if one was shaking the other or if both were shaking together as if they were a single unit. As Greg slowed himself down he wrapped his arms around Chris and they kissed deep. Both still shivered with periodic tremors as they made out from the intense cum they had both experienced. As Greg pulled himself from the kiss he looked into Chris's eyes again. The boy was still very high. "Fuck youre hot boy. That might have been the most cum I have ever shot at once." Chris just smiled. "You are so adorable." Greg turned to Hunter as if to seek his agreement. What he saw was cum all over the floor. Hunter had cum with the boys and shot all around him like he was trying to paint the floor with his cum. "Guess you enjoyed watching that." Hunter laughed. "That was fucking hot boys. Two boys fucking is hot. A top pozzing a neg bottom is fucking hot. But you two got me at that next level. Fuck." Greg turned to look at Chris again but was still talking to Hunter. "How did you find the hottest boy on campus? If there are anymore like him at that school...fuck youre hot." He pressed his mouth against Chris's again and their passion was just as deep as before they came. When the kiss broke, Chris spoke his first words since he came. "You would like Tyler." Greg cocked his head slightly at the statement and turned to Hunter though it wasnt clear who he was talking to. Maybe both of them. "Who's Tyler?"

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

So I am writing this both because i enjoy it, and because Behindonestep requested it, and i hope one day to breed his slutty ass. So i decided to write a bit from his perspective before i move on to Part 3 from my perspective. So this next part i wrote is from his perspective. Part 1.5 Slut's vacation I had gotten in so late that night and knew all I wanted to do was get cock shoved in my hole as much as possible. I had to be so much more careful when I was home. Too many times it was careful fucks with guys who would want to own me, humiliate me, or change me. I couldn’t just walk around dressed slutty looking a little dumb and hoping some guy would just ask to plow me and me let them at home. So, this weekend was my chance. I wanted to be the biggest himbo I could. I had even worn a crop top on the plane, trying to advertise as much as possible. I didn’t quite do the short shorts yet on the plane, I did however have a jock on that had a strap that rode up that anyone could see. Sadly, I had very few bites. A few fun looks, but no one asked until I was getting off the plane. One of the flight attendants asked if I was going out and if I needed any suggestions. I told him I had planned on going to the baths. He smiled and said he had an overnight stay the next evening and he hoped to see me at some club. I was sad to not get his cock and load then but hopped to catch him the next day. I went straight to the baths and had a fantastic evening. Stripped down to my jock and walked around for the night. Made it to the porn theater and saw a guy jacking off, he wasn’t the hottest guy I had seen but his cock was calling to me. I walked over moved his hand and went down on him. He grabbed my head and let me blow him. Before long another guy came up and sat next to the guy I was blowing and he started petting on my ass. That perked me right up. I practically put my ass in his lap. He was groping all around and started fingering at my hole. I had planned on being a super slut so I had pre lubed myself. I think he was surprised to find it so slick. He got a finger in without much trying and I moaned into the cock that was lodged in my throat. That seemed to bring some attention to what was going on. The guy I was blowing suddenly noticed I was getting fingered by his chair neighbor and decided to claim what he felt was his. He said, “He started blowing me first, I get first crack at his ass.” The man fingering my hole seemed a little tense at that. So, I took matters into my own hands. I stopped blowing the first guy, got up and sat straight down on his dick. I tried to go a bit to fast and wasn’t nearly stretched enough at first, but I was determined. He didn’t stop me. At the same time, I made the other guy stand up. He was a lanky 40’s man with a nice size uncut cock I had to put in my mouth. So here I was, riding one cock like it was candy for my hole that my ass couldn’t stop licking. And trying to inhale this hot cock down my throat. I felt like such a proper slut. I really wished someone would frame a pic of this for themselves. Not to blackmail me or humiliate me, just appreciate my talents and see me for who I am inside. I wanted to please these men. I wanted to feel their cocks in my body, but most of all I wanted to feel them cum. I wanted their juices flowing into my body and have them leave satisfied but me overfilled with the man scuzz I craved. And then it happened. The first dude started to spasm and groan. I felt his prick thicken and spit its hot load into me. I barred down to get it deep and let him keep squeezing all that DNA into me. I pulled myself free and turned around to clean his cock off. He was super sensitive but let me. He eventually pushed me out of the way so he could stand up. The other guy took my turn around as his chance to get into my ass. He pushed me over the bench and started railing on my now filled hole. It was fantastic. I let him go to town ridding my ass till he finally blew in my hole. As I felt him blow his load, I realized I felt several more hands on my body. It made me smile. That meant there were more men there that wanted to use me for their own pleasure. So, I let them. I lost track of how many men fucked me. Several didn’t want to cum in me right of way. Which is okay in general but generally I am here for the cum. I don’t want you plowing my hole and driving out the juices I am collecting if you aren’t adding any new jizz. So, after the 3 guys in a row had fucked me and not cum there was a small break where no one wanted in my hole. I took that to mean no one else here was gonna flood my hole and decided to move on. I limped a bit and headed toward the showers with cum running down my legs when I saw the entrance to the darkroom/maze. I couldn’t pass it up. I decided to head in there and see if anyone else needed to nut in me, I didn’t wanna be done yet. I found a nice comfortable corner where there was a half wall/ledge I could lean across. It let me rest but also left my ass exposed. But I was in a dark deep corner and worried no one would fine me. Luckily it wasn’t long till I felt some new hands. They were groping my ass. And I heard his deep breathing and excitement as he found the cum running down my leg. It made me smile. His fingers and hand were solid but so excited. They found my hole and both playing in and trying to shove more of the cum in my ass. I was lightly moaning at this man having fun with my ass. He put his face down there and I could feel his breath on my hole. He licked around my hole and started putting fingers in me, I thought to stretch me, which I didn’t need. But then I realized I think he just wanted to play in the cum. I was worried he was going to try and suck all the cum out, but instead he just played and whispered into my hole. It was like he was licking and sweet talking my slut hole. He stood up and put the head of his cock at my entrance. I was loose as hell and knew he could just dive in, but he seemed to want to savor my body, my hole, and my sluttiness. I desperately just wanted him to fuck and load my hole. I tried to push back and he let me, but once he was in my ass he just held on tight to leave himself feeling my ass as I tried to squeeze and squirm around it but not too hard because I didn’t wanna lose all the cum in me by squeezing too much. He finally started moving and it felt wonderful. I kept trying to flex around his cock to keep him happy and fucking me. And then I felt him lean forward. He took ahold of my nipples and started tugging. It made me grunt and squirm. I loved it. Then he grabbed my balls in my jock and pulled. He seemed to be loving my ass and kept fucking harder. He went back to my nipples. It felt like he was trying to rip my nipples off at times, he seemed to like to hear me grunt, yell and exclaim. He even whispered in my ear as he is railing me, “your nipples would be even better pierced, boy” “I would do it as soon as I can sir” Apparently that worked for him. Just a few more strokes and he pushed hard into me. And then I knew it was happening. Felt his balls pull up, heard his breathing changed and then the telltale pulsing as he shot his load inside me. It made me shake with joy as I knew I was getting another load. He held me for a while just letting his cock stay in me as deep as he could. Eventually it started to soften, and he pulled out of me. I turned around as quick as I could in the dark and proceeded to clean his now cum covered cock. I was enjoying it immensely, putting my tongue in every nook and cranny I could find when suddenly there was a squirt in my mouth. I had hoped he had cum some more, but it was piss. It surprised me at first, it was such and hard and sudden spurt. It almost made me choke, but I quickly swallowed as a good little slut should and latched on closer to the base in case, he wanted to give me more. I wish I could have looked up at him to let him know he could do more, but it was far too dark. So then he let go another quick stream, and since I was more prepared I swallowed it straight down no problem, and gave him a little nod. He got the hint and unleased a good beers worth of piss and I swallowed it all. Left his cock spick and span. He then patted me on the head and thanked me. I belched and worried that wouldn’t be something he would like but he helped stand me up right into his arms and I had thought he wanted to hug me so I was gonna do that, but he turned me around and put me back over the chair height wall and patted me on the ass. He thanked me again and as if my ass was a magnet his hand went back to the hole and fingered me more time. Then suddenly he is standing me up and kissing me. It was awkward at first finding each other in the dark but then he added his cum covered finger to our kiss and held me hard with his other hand and I melted. I would give this man kids if I could I swear. Or at least let him keep pumping sperm into me to his hearts content to try. Ha! And then he was done. He left me there short of breath, full of his sperm and piss. He bent back over the wall, patted my ass and was gone. I waited there for another 15 or 20 minutes to see if anyone else found me. But sadly no. I wondered back out to the front and couldn’t see anything going on. Wondered around for a bit sad my first slut night was winding down. I went back to the locker to get my stuff and decided to be daring and walk to my car naked. It wasn’t till I was walking out the front door I remembered I didn’t have a car rented this trip. So, I called an uber as I slid my slut shorts back on. To my surprise the front desk clerk at the bathhouse came out and asked if I called an uber. I told him yes. He was a 50 yo leather daddy. He told me he would take me home, he was an uber driver. He made me blow him all the way back to my hotel. Then got out, followed me to the room and pounded out my hole for a good hour. He told me he had wanted to get ahold of me earlier, but his shift hadn’t ended yet. I told him to tell his friends. He said he would for the next night, but it was way to late to get them over tonight. So, there I slept in some tight shorts, hoping to hold as much cum in as possible knowing I would wake up in a wet pool of cum most likely, but so happy to be on slut’s vacation.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=qGGaq-G190-#.U524PSiGd76 The first time I drank from a urinal was when I was cruising the restrooms at GWU... I usually would strip naked there and suck guys off, but this time, the guy wanted to fuck me so I went to the urinal and leaned against the wall... next thing I knew he was shoving my head into the urinal and fucking me bareback (I only fucked safe back then - within a year I got into bugchasing, being converted, and becoming a tinawhore here's a vid of me drinking from a toilet... I had some stranger I met online post it onto his xtube profile (so I can never take it down) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=qGGaq-G190-#.U524PSiGd76