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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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Love innocently hanging out nude 😈 fun rarely fails to follow

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.

House sharing with a gay nudist sounds perfect…😈

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

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

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

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

I -Love- your stories... the cum play is the best! Thank you so much for sharing!!!!

Yeah - looking to move this summer and would love to live in a sex-positive nude household. Love to be naked and natural all the time.

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

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

I'm a furry but without a fursona yet

Always known the risk of eating ass, but not going to give it up. I love eating out college guys, especially when their profiles say "safe only". Never once had one reject my bare cock after giving them a good, long session.

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

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I was raped repeatedly by my older brother when I was between the ages of 12 and 13. I did not enjoy it at all and I tried to tell my parents. They did not believe me until one day I put an arrow in my brothers throat, and they believed me then. Several court cases followed, the results being, my brother was given the choice of prison or the military. He opted for the military. He should’ve opted for prison. It would’ve messed him up less. Am I attracted to him? Do I want to be like him? Fuck no. The experience messed me up in a lot of ways too. It was a long time before I could come out or make any kind of relationship with a man because I equated homosexuality with weakness, and I am not weak. In the ensuing years a lot of people asked me if I thought being raped by my brother made me gay. No, I told them, it did not make me gay. It just made it a lot harder for me to accept that I was gay.

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Yes I drink my own piss

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

So here's a testimony of DoxyPEP working.. so far. None of my 2022 PrEP quartely labs came clean. Usually chlamydia, sometimes chlamydia+gono. This past 3 months, with 200ish cocks going into my ass during the xmas break and a good amount wrapping my cock too.. PrEP labs all clean. Too early to tell if doxypep is making a difference but this looks promising.

Going to the local bathhouse early yesterday morning around 7:00 a.m. and catching the guys who would be leaving soon. I got my regular room next to the maze...after a walk through I was ass up on my bed with the door open and the hall lighting shining on my white ass. After 10 or 15 minutes I felt a hand on my ass and I glanced back and saw a average height thin black guy just before he shut the door..a second later he was working his obviously huge cock into my hole, I grabbed the lube and gave it to him and grabbed the poppers for myself - 10 seconds later he was balls deep pounding my hole, while uncomfortable I knew this was my role and have been here many times for many years. I go into my - Yeah, baby fuck that hole, Gimme that load baby...3 minutes later I hear him faintly whisper, I'm cumming in you !!!..we're both breathing hard when he pulls his cock out and I go to the edge of the bed to suck his cock clean, that's when I put my hand around his monster cock - at least 10 inches with the diameter of a baseball bat. I finished cleaning his beautiful cock and smiled up thanking him. He thanked me and said, Now he can go home...After he leaves I flip on the light and grabbed my towel to go piss and that's when I saw a five inch smeared area of blood on the sheet. I kinda smiled a little and thought that would explain the intense pressure I felt when he jammed his mammoth cock in my hole but being a good cumdump this is what I love...and was only load number one...

I would agree. Watching some piss porn, I never quite got it why the recipient would just let it dribble down their cheek/neck/body. I know some people love to be pissed on, I get it. But if you're right there at the tap, it would be and IS pretty damn hot to just drink it down. Shame to waste it. I've seen a few videos of the bottom drinking and swallowing and not wasting a drop: those videos end up in my favourites. 😉

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

Chapter 3: Daddy As we entered the bedroom Greg kissed me again. He laid me down gently and then laid down beside me. We kissed some more and my hand soon found their way to Greg's cock. As we kissed I stroked his cock loving how it felt in my hand. Greg moaned into my mouth as we continued kissing. Greg broke the kiss and had me to continue to lay on my back. He then put his body over mine but in a reverse position. He told me this was the 69 position. He told me just to relax and open my mouth. As I did he lowered his cock into my mouth. He only put a couple of inches in to allow me to get used to the size of his cock. In the meantime Greg stroked around my penis but never touching it. I was so excited that I almost cum without my penis being touched. Greg sensed this and lightly squeezed my balls to keep me from coming. As more saliva built up in my mouth Greg's cock slid in a little more. I was so lost in lust that I didn't even notice my mouth being sore. All I could concentrate on was Greg's cock in my mouth. After getting a little over half of Greg's cock in my mouth he pulled out and turned around and kissed me again. I couldn't get enough of him. Greg suddenly stopped kissing me and looked at me with sadness. I asked him " what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" He said "No baby. Not at all. I like you but there's something you need to know about me. I am HIV positive.". Now I'm not completely naive. I know what HIV is. Part of me was scared and wanted to run. The other part of me was so excited that I didn't care. That part won out. I looked at him and without saying a word I initiated a kiss with him while reaching for his cock. Greg was stunned but didn't resist. He started kissing me back heavily. He broke the kiss after a few minutes and asked if I was sure. I nodded my head yes. He looked at me and said that in the gay lifestyle since he was older that he would be a Daddy and I would be his boy or in some instances son. He asked me if there was anyone I should be worried about disappointing if I were to submit to him. I thought about my parents and our relationship and thought screw it. I looked him in the eyes and said" I'm all yours Daddy.".

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

Hunter noticed that Chris always ended up on top of Tyler. This was how they would fuck he decided. He pulled off his shirt and reached back to the side table and said, "You boys want lube? I'll just set it here if you do." He put the bottle on the bed near them. Chris and Tyler looked over to him and at the bottle and Hunter knew what was going through their minds. "Youve never used lube have you?" The boys shook their heads. "We just cum from rubbing against each other" Tyler said. "We dont need it." "Youve never jerked each other off or anything? You could also use it if you take things further. You know, maybe if you decide to fuck." He left it there. But he did notice that Tyler seemed to be lingering on Hunter's chest. It was hairier than the boys. Maybe Tyler liked older hairy guys. He would test that later. "You boys make a lot of precum anyway so maybe you could use that as lube." The hits were working on Chris and he saw that Hunter was creating an opening for him to push Tyler to do more. He grabbed the bottle of lube and raised himself to his knees. Tyler raised himself onto his elbows looking at Chris. Chris flipped open the top and poured a little of the lube onto his hand. He put it up to his nose and smelled it. Nothing. He looked into Tyler's eyes and grabbed Tyler's cock. He began to stroke Tyler's cock covering it with the lube. Tyler sank down and moaned. Stroking his cock never felt so good. Hunter saw an opportunity and grabbed the pipe and torch. Tyler opened his eyes when he heard the click and again raised himself up. Hunter knew he had him. He put the lit pipe up to Tyler's mouth. "Let's see how big a hit you can take." He turned to Chris. "Try that lube on your cock." He winked. They both knew this could happen. He pulled the pipe away and told Tyler to hold the hit longer. Hunter and Chris could see something changing in Tyler's eyes. After he exhaled, Tyler took another big hit. Chris poured lube directly on his cock and started stroking. It felt amazing. "How are you feeling Ty?" Chris asked knowing that something had changed. Tyler was still holding his second hit and nodded. But when he blew the cloud out, he moaned. "This feels really good." Tyler looked down at Chris' cock glistening with lube and rock hard. He wanted that cock more than usual. He couldnt expain it. Chris took two hits and he could feel that he was hornier than he had ever been before. He wanted to fuck. Without Hunters prompting, Chris leaned down to Tyler and shotgunned his second hit. Hunter stepped back as they made out with more passion than before. Hunter noticed that Tyler's legs were wrapped around Chris' waist. He moved to the foot of the bed and saw that Tylers hole was exposed. Chris' balls hung down but Hunter could still see that tight smooth virgin hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers. He crawled up onto the bed behind Chris. He crouched down and with his middle finger he teased the outside of Tylers hole and pressed his hole without pushing into him. He felt the heat of the boys hole and the moan from Tyler even muffled by Chris' mouth was loud. Chris had no idea what was happening but he liked that Tyler seemed to be loosening up. He moaned in response into Tylers mouth. Hunter tried to push things further. He lubed up his middle finger again and rubbed Tylers hole beginning to use a little more force until he began to feel the boys hole open for the finger. He felt the tightness of the hole wrap around the tip of his finger. Tyler moaned and unwrapped his legs from Chris and spread them out all while still locked in a kiss. Hunter knew what this meant. He pushed slowly in further without stopping knowing how much Tyler wanted this. And more. He found Tylers spot and began to rub inside him. "What? Oh my...that...what?" Chris pulled up and looked behind him. Hunter slowly pulled his finger out so Chris wouldnt sit on his arm. "I think its time Tyler." Hunter smiled. He always loved this moment watching a boy lose his virginity to another virgin. All with his guidance. Tyler nodded. Hunter grabbed the pipe and torch and gave them to Chris. "I want you guys to do this yourselves this time. Big hits. You can do it. In the meantime, you mind if I get naked?" This was the next step in crossing the lines that they had already established. Hunter told them he wouldnt join in the play but that was just to get them into his bed. Both Chris and Tyler nodded. It didnt matter if they were nodding about the hits or Hunter getting naked or both. They were all going to enjoy this. The boys took their hits with Chris lighting the pipe each time. It was almost sweet how Chris took care of Tyler like that. Little did they know. Hunter could see that the increased high was making them hornier and hornier. They were looking at each other during and after the hits like they had forgotten that Hunter was even there. Chris set the pipe and torch on the bedside table and looked over at Hunter who was naked and fully hard. "Woah Hunter. Youre huge." "You boys like it?" Tyler turned after hearing Chris' observation and his mouth was agape. "I'll take your silence as a yes." "Hey" said Tyler. "Whats with the biohazard tattoo? You a chemist or something?" They all chuckled. They were talking about the tattoo just above Hunter's 9 inch cut and dripping cock. "A chemist? Something like that."

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.

Part 2 The Next time I saw him was the next evening. I had decided to go to one of the local clubs to have a few drinks and do some dancing with a few local friends. It was a bigger club that had lots of smaller bars/rooms within that you could hang out in. Even a little leather and cigar pool table room hidden in the back. But because of that odd layout it had a couple different bathrooms. And some were known to be sleazier than the others. But most everybody knew that. So, my friends, Michael and Bruno are having a good time with me. We are dancing after a few drinks and Michael says he has to go to the bathroom. We tell him we will wait for him here on the dancefloor and off he runs. Apparently, Bruno wanted a little alone time with me anyway because he started hard core grinding on me and making out with me as soon as Michael made it to the edge of the dance floor. He had me rock hard and precumming and it just kept going. He was feeling all of my body and holding on to it like he wanted to put it all inside of him. It was enthralling. And it just kept going. I was gonna have rubbed raw dick in my pants if this kept up. I was so caught up in the tongue in my mouth and the ass in my hands I didn’t notice when Michael got back. “Holy Shit!” Michael exclaimed and startled us by grabbing our shoulders. I thought he was upset, but I had thought he and Bruno weren’t together so I couldn’t figure out why. He was shaking and he started to drag us off the dance floor. I wasn’t sure I was up for the drama that I thought this was gonna be, but he finally got us out on the patio where we could talk. And when he finally turned around to face us, he was shaking. “What’s up dude? I was trying to get David here to fuck me on the dancefloor.” Bruno said with a sly grin. “Is that what you were doing?” I asked Bruno. “I wondered what the sudden sexual assault was.” “Michael got you last time, this time I wanted a turn. I had to hear all about it from him last time.” Bruno whined. “So you do kiss and tell, huh Michael?” I said. “Fuck off, that’s not what is important at the moment. I just did something I have never done before. I went to the sleazy bathroom next to the leather bar, just to see what was going on.” Michael said. “And which celebrity did you think was getting a bj this time?” Bruno mused as he rolled his eyes. “No, not that this time. There was this hot little number getting railed. I mean fucked hard right there next to the urinal. Like in order to pee I was going to have to stand next to the ass slapping fucking that was going on. They weren’t even in the stall. They didn’t notice me but before I could catch my breath this tall lean athletic top just shoved in hard and started grunting. Had the guys face pushed up against the wall and was unloading his balls.” “Damn, that sound hot as hell. Like having live porn happen right in front of you.” Bruno said, because I was basically drooling at what Michael had said. “It was almost too much for me, I thought I was gonna shoot in my shorts. The top pulled out and I heard the plop of cum hit the bathroom floor. The top pulled up his pants quickly and turned to me and noticed me and said, “Hot piece of ass, u should try it.” I laughed awkwardly. I thought for sure the bottom would pull up his shorts and leave but he just stayed there, bent over and breathing heavy, facing the wall. Not realizing how long I was standing there or how much I was staring the slut turned to look at me. He nodded at me like he was greeting me or encouraging me. So, I nodded back at him. He then nodded at his ass and asked, “You wanna?” I didn’t know what to do. I had started to unbutton my fly on the way in to pee. So, I was holding my pants and zipper. And I don’t know what came over me, but I did it. I whipped it out, already mostly hard and he just backed up to me. He lined his ass up and just took my cock in his slutty little hole. I was so turned on it took nothing. Maybe 10 strokes and I blew my wad deep in that hole. And the crazy thing is the fucker started shivering when I jizzed. He was so excited to get a load blown in his hole. I pulled out quickly and realized I still had to piss, stepped up to the urinal to empty my bladder and he smiled over at me and said “I can take care of that too if you want.” I just laughed and said “No, thanks. You’ve done more than enough” as I pissed in the urinal. He then smiled at my cum covered cock and then said “at least let me clean it up before you head back out” and before I could stop him he was sucking my dick clean. When he felt it was good, he pulled my underwear up and patted my thigh and said “Thank you, tell your friends” And I thought, this is a story I will be telling my friends for years to come!” “Holy shit, Michael! You just fucked some random slut in the bathroom?!?” Bruno Exclaimed. “It wasn’t planned, some hot dude tells you this ass is great and this cute guy is bent over and totally wanting it, you just take it. I did it without even thinking.” Michael says. “Is he still in there? Which bathroom was it?” I blurt out without thinking. Neither of my friends is terribly prudish but they don’t frequent the baths either. They prefer the regular hook ups with a few mild daring things. Not the super slut, spunk filled, hole stretched cum dumps I tended to seek out. They knew my type and just assumed I like to hook up like they did. “He was in the naughty bathroom in the back.” Michael said “Of course, you went to the naughty bathroom, you hooker.” Burno said “You know I just like to see who is in there, the gossip is just too good to pass up.” Michael sassed. I sat there tying to figure out how I was gonna sneak away when the opportunity jumped into my brain. “That’s freaking awesome Michael, you need a drink after that. I’m gonna run to see Josiah over in the leather bar and get one of his great drinks and get you a good strong drink. Do you want one?” I ask to Bruno. He nods and I’m out of there. I had to see if that slut hole was still there. I weave through the crowd to that small bathroom in the back corner, the good thing is the leather bar is around the corner from that door, so I at least looked like I was going the right way. When I opened the door, I was a little disappointed. There was no one in the front part by the 3 urinals or the sink. And it was quiet. The bathroom had an odd L shape and there was a stall around the back wall of the urinals so I figured I would see what may be going on over there. As I was about to turn the corner this thick football player looking guy came out of the stall and I saw just a peek of him in there. The football guy smiled as he walked by and said, “That slut has been well used, just a warning” I looked in, and saw it was the same slut from the baths the day before. He looked so hot there. He was bent over the toilet, leaking hole facing the door, his head was hanging down as he seemed to be shivering, but not cold, almost like he was high. I got a better look at his body this time. Nice tan skin, tight lithe body, dark hair on his head, but hairless from the neck down. He obviously shaved or waxed. I reached out and had to pet his ass. He pushed into my hand, craving the touch. I used my other hand to spread his cheeks. As I did a big drop of cum fell out and landed on his thong underwear he had pulled down between his legs. I was staring at this cum dripping hole again. I couldn’t believe my luck. I thought for sure last night was the only time I would ever get to enjoy that hole. I was determined to enjoy this hole as much as I could. I bent down to rim that hole and as I got close, I was overcome by the smell of cum that filled my nostrils. That hole was a sloppy mess with some nice swollen lips. I could feel the heat coming off that ass. I stuck out my tongue and instantly tasted that funk that can only be semen. He felt my tongue and dove back on my tongue. This bitch wanted anything he could get in his hole. My tongue was his current victim. And I enjoyed it. I was sucking on his hole enjoying the cum, the heat, and feeling of his ass. It really was a loose sloppy. My tongue was spinning loops looking for every corner I could reach with my tongue enjoying feeling him squirm, moan and enjoy. As I was sucking on his hole with my nose planted in his crack and holding my breath because I didn’t want to come up for air, I heard the door open. It reminded me that I didn’t have endless access to this ass. I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from the sex candy that was his ass and pulled out my cock that had been straining to get out of my pants since I saw that it was the same boy for the night before. I released my cock and he reached back to pull his cheeks apart. I took my cock head and started rubbing it up and down his crack. He wasn’t having that. He grabbed my cock and lined it up with his hole. He knew what he wanted. He got the head in and sat there. I thought he would back onto my cock immediately like he did that day before. But it was like he was contemplating or memorizing or trying to remember my cockhead. Or maybe just wanting me to make the final stroke. So, I did. After letting him just enjoy the head for a good few seconds and then I gave into my urge and slammed all the way in. His hole tightened and squirmed as he screamed from the sudden thrust. It was so wonderful. I let him pant and squirm as he enjoyed getting used to it. Then I started stroking. His hole was making all those wonderful sloppy noises and I was loving it. I heard the squeak of the stall door and looked over my shoulder to see some short thick boy in overalls rubbing his bulge. Knowing he wanted in this ass I fucked it hard and deep. Trying to hit every angle I could to make the cum in his ass keep squishing out and running down our balls. Once I found and started pounding against his prostate his hole would tense with each hit. That was it. I couldn’t take it any longer. I pushed as deep as I could and felt my balls pull up. I unloaded deep in his ass as I gasped to catch my breath. I loved feeling my cock pulse in his ass. I felt like my balls were trying to climb into his ass too. That was the best hole I had felt for a long time. I finally pulled out and saw more cum covering more of that red thong between his legs. I stepped to the side. Assuming the blonde shorty wanted a turn, I moved over. I moved out of the stall as the dude tried to kick the guys feet apart. The shorts and underwear got in the way, so he pulled the shorts and underwear off. That way he could spread the slut’s ass and get to his hole at a better height. I had pulled my pants up and decided in that moment to steal the slut’s thong. I wanted to remember this little bitch and his cunt for a long time to come. I stuffed the thong in my pocket as I was walking out of the bathroom and I heard the thick boy calling him a bitch cunt and heard the unmistakable sound of his cock shoving into a sloppy hole. I walked out of the bathroom and was smiling ear to ear. So happy I had two chances to enjoy this little slut. I spent the rest of the night remembering his hole. So much so I went to try and find his hole again later that night before leaving but I never saw him again. I had wondered if he saw me but assumed, he didn’t know or care. And I kind of liked that, at least for now. He was a total slut hole, and that’s why I liked him. I flew home the next day assuming I would never see him again. But turns out I was wrong.

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

So, am I too old to be a tina whore? I mean, I'm 57, but all things considered pretty hot. Or so I've been told. And I really really really want to live as a tina whore for a while and take as much cock as I can, especially once I convert. Cause that's basically what I am ... and am actually totally proud of it. Besides, there's no way I can support the habit to which I've become accustomed if I don't. And I never ever ever not ever want to give it up. It's just too fucking glorious, isn't it?