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Chapter 1: Seduction I finally make it home at the end of a relentless week. I plan to do absolutely nothing for a few hours to recover. I set down my bag and collapse into one of the plush recliners in the living room. I intend not to move from that spot for a very long time. My little brother comes in from the hallway. “Hey bro. How was work?” “I’m fucking exhausted. Thank god it’s Friday.” “Amen to that! Hey, you look wiped out. Can I get you anything?” “Yeah, a beer would be great.” “What kind?” “I don’t care. It’s not gonna last long.” He chuckles. “Gotcha. I’ll be right back.” Glad to see my brother and even more glad to know a drink to take the edge off will arrive soon, I kick off my shoes and lean back in the chair, sinking into the cushions. I don't even bother to turn the TV on; the momentary quiet feels too good. I guess I nearly fell asleep right there because my brother kind of startles me when he came back in. “Here ya go!” he says. He is almost annoyingly perky for some reason. But I forgive him because he’s just so fucking cute. “Thanks. I’ve needed this since about 2pm.” “That bad, huh?” “You have no idea.” “Well can you just relax this weekend, or do you have any plans?” “Nothing at all, buddy. I might just sit right here until Monday morning rolls around.” He smiles. I can’t help but smile back at the sight of his dimples. Did I mention he’s fucking cute? Yeah. “Well, there’s your beer. Might as well get your weekend started, bro.” I raise my glass toward him and take a swig. He lets me have my moment before testing the waters to see whether he can bend the rules and join me for his own moment. “Hey, mind if I have one, too?” I finish swallowing my first huge gulps before answering, which no doubt encouraged my magnanimous response. “Sure, go for it. I want you to enjoy the weekend, too, ya know.” Like some sort of little puppy dog, he gets really excited and jumps up to head back to the kitchen. “Would you grab me another one, too? I’ll have this finished before you get back.” “Sure thing, bro. Be right back.” I pound back the rest of my beer, take a few deep breaths, and let the calm wash over me. This week sure took a lot out of me. “Here ya go,” he says as he hands me the replacement bottle. “Cheers!” I indulge him in the clink of a bottle because it makes him feel all grown-up and shit. We each take a sip of our drinks. He tries so hard to act cool and normal about it, but his excitement shines through no matter what he does. Have I mentioned he’s…? Okay, okay. Maybe I have. I check the label on my bottle real quick because I thought for a second that he swapped it out for a different brand. Nope, same swill as last time. I don’t really care. I just need the buzz, and fast. To take my mind off things, I try conversation. “So what do you have planned this weekend?” “Nothing, really. I figured since you were off this weekend, I’d just stay home with you.” His adoration aaaaalmost gets to be too much, but I forgive him. I have that whole older-brother thing going for me. I get it. He doesn’t mean anything by swooning. “Oh, you’re so sweet,“ I say, and I lean forward and tousle his hair a bit. He smirks sheepishly and tries to put his hair back in place. “Oh for fuck’s sake. There’s no one here to impress, dude. Calm down.” At that, he looks even more sheepish and starts to blush. “But… there’s… you…,” he mumbles. My face brightens, and I chuckle. “Alright, buddy, that’s it. C’mere, you.” I grab him and pull him toward me and really mess up his hair this time, making sure to stop when it’s all sorts of crazy. “There,” I say. “Perfect.” He makes a little defeated whimpering sound. (Yes, it’s cute. Gimme a break.) I pull him toward me a bit, giving him a good squeeze. Dang, I’m being affectionate and snuggly. I’m not usually… Wait. I sniff my beer bottle. I take another swig. I realize now why I thought he switched brands. I chuckle and look down at him with a wicked smirk. “You little shit. Did you spike my drink?” I swear his cheeks reddened before I finished the question. A little mousey voice came back: “Maybe?” That makes me laugh a little harder, and I playfully pull him closer toward me. I repeat, just to drive it home: “You. Little. Shit. Well, you’d better be ready cuz you’re about to awaken the snuggle monster, and he’s had a rough week.” “Perfect. I’m ready.” Apparently he’s been planning this. The little stinker. Oh, well. He knows me well enough to know what he can get away with. And in his defense, he did ask me what I had planned this weekend. I squeeze him tight and enjoy the close contact. “How much G did you put in that beer, buddy?” “Not too much. I think you need another one.” I chuckle, roll my eyes, and decide to play along. “You have this all planned out, don’t you? Well, fine. If you’re gonna force me into it like this, I might as well enjoy the ride. I’ll take one more beer, please.” This kid is lucky I love him, I swear. He climbs out of my arms and nearly runs back to the kitchen. I holler after him. “And bring another for you, too. Don’t let me be the only one fucked up around here.” He yells back with an almost ominous tone. “Oh, you won’t be. Don’t worry.” A minute later, he’s back with two beers in hand. He hands me one and quickly polishes off what’s left of his first. We each take our new bottles in hand and reach the necks toward each other’s bottles. “To the weekend!” he says. I shake my head and smile. “The weekend,” I agree. I take a huge swig and immediately regret it. I mean, I knew the kid wasn’t gonna hold back, but damn, that’s strong. “Fuck! Don’t put me in a hole, dude. Whoa.” “Oh, I won’t. I know what you can take.” “Oh do you, now? Well you should know I skipped lunch today.” His eyes bug out a bit. “You see? That would be why I’m fucking exhausted.” He grabs the bottle from my hand and replaces it with his. Smart kid. At least he’s looking out for me. He has limits. He likes pushing them, but he still has them. “Here. You can have mine. I’ll finish that for you.” “You sure, little bro? That’s a man’s drink.” I love fucking with his ego. “Fuck you. I’ll be fine. Besides, this saves me from having to make my own later. Here we go!” And without wasting another second, he chugs half of what’s left. And then he burps to wake the dead. “Jesus christ, little buddy. Are you okay, or do you need an exorcism?” He laughs a little too much at my awful joke, so I know the alcohol’s already hitting him. Looks like we’ll both be cut off after this round. “Alright. Let’s both chug these so we can settle in and pay attention to each other, not our drinks. Okay?” “Sounds good.” We raise our bottles toward each other. We chug. We both finish at about the same time. I look back at him and raise an expectant eyebrow.I start smirking as he realizes what I’m thinking. His face gets red, and he gets a look of frustration and concentration that turns into near-laughter when suddenly another enormous belch escapes his chest. He takes a quick breath, looks back at me, and laughs. “Fuck you, bro.” I can’t help but laugh back. Told you he’s cute. “Alright, c’mere,” I say. “You need to relax and get more comfortable.” I scoot over a bit to make room for him, and he climbs up onto the recliner next to me, nuzzling up to my side and being as adorable as a puppy. I pet his head a bit, and he curls into me some more. He puts his arm across my torso, and I know that won’t stay put very long. I reach over and squeeze him tight. That’s the permission he was looking for. His arm starts moving across my stomach and chest. A moment later, and he slides his hand under my shirt and runs his fingers through the fur he always finds so fascinating. It warms my heart knowing a boy I love — a boy I grew up with — takes comfort in running his hands across my body. We don’t share these moments often enough. No matter what else the little bastard has planned, I’m already content just cuddling with him. I give him another squeeze. He snuggles even closer now, wrapping one of his legs around mine and pressing his thigh into my crotch. This kid’s leaving nothing to suggestion. “Mmm,” I say. “Someone wants to play, huh?” He nods, mutters some kind of mm-hmm, and moves his hand down my torso past my belt, and down to my growing cock. He gives it a squeeze. “Definitely,” he says. “Mmm. Good answer. Here, take off your shirt so we can get comfy.” I help him sit up for a second and watch the reveal that always gets me rock-hard in an instant. I love this boy’s beautiful body. He knows it, too. I notice him make quick eye contact with me to make sure I’m watching. He’d wait for me if I’d been distracted. But right now he has my undivided attention. My brother grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls upward, slowly. He’s taking his time and watching my eyes. He loves seeing the thirst. He knows I won’t interrupt and will let him do what he wants. He knows it’s a little bit of self-torture I offer him by giving him control of this ritual. His hand is now halfway up his stomach, and I can tell he’s running his hand across his skin, enjoying the sense of touch as much as I enjoy the sight. A few more inches, and I get a clear view of what’s hiding under that shirt. That smooth, lean, toned skin I have lusted after since the kid first hit puberty. My body filled out a little wider, a little pudgier, and a lot furrier. His genes made him rail-thin, naturally lithe, and smooth as a baby’s bottom. And fuck, that combo turns me on. His hand keeps creeping upward, revealing his flat, toned stomach. He’s all skin, bones, and muscle, and he has just the perfect amount of definition. I swear, that V line down his hips gets more pronounced every time I see it. I soooo love running my hand down those crevices, heading toward his little dicklet. But that will have to wait. For now, I need to keep watching. I don’t want to miss this strip-tease. Maybe he doesn’t want me to miss it either. I’d swear he must have stopped moving until he saw my eyes snap back to attention. Damn him. He’s milking this for all it’s worth. He lifts his shirt further, exposing the tiniest of nipples, pierced and ready for attention. He brings his other hand up to grab the bunched up bottom of his shirt from both sides, and in one quick movement, he tucks the bottom behind his neck, keeping the sleeves on as normal. He looks like he’s wearing a sort of harness, and the cotton frames his entire torso beautifully. The sleeves roll up a bit, too, exposing the shape and sinew of his lanky, vascular arms. The sight takes my breath away. I lean forward, wrap my arms around the half-naked body of my beautiful brother, and pull him down toward me. We meet face-to-face, but that lasts merely a second as the G takes control of us. We start making out, using our tongues to explore each other’s mouths and to express our passionate interest in one another. His hand slides under my shirt, exploring more assertively. I run my hands all over the smooth, tight skin of his exposed back while I feel our erections growing harder as they rub together. He pulls off my shirt and runs his hands through my fur with full intensity now. I can tell he likes the feeling — he presses his crotch a little harder into mine as he grabs my chest. This sexy boy leans down and gets his face inches from mine. He stares right into my eyes, and I can see the hunger in his. “I love you, bro.” I melt. I call him the same thing I’ve called him since we were kids. “I love you too, little buddy.” That used to be merely an affectionate name; now it’s an intimate one. While we continue making out, our hands reach down to unbutton pants and slide off shorts. He takes his shirt-harness off, too, exposing the tattoo on his left shoulder. There’s a story there, but that’s for another time. Our G-fueled hunger intensifies as our fully naked bodies finally press against each other. He reaches down and grabs my thick, hard cock and gives it a good squeeze. I let out a groan in appreciation. He slowly slides his way down my body, finally ending up with his knees on the floor, his head between my thighs, and his eyes peering up into mine over the tip of my dick, which he has grabbed and lifted up away from my stomach. He has a pleading look on his face. He knows he can suck my dick any time he wants, but sometimes he likes hearing me say it. He’s clearly in an affectionate mood today. He wants me to really play up the role of big brother, and I’m more than happy to oblige. “Looks like someone really wants to taste his big bro’s dick, huh?” He nods. Hell, I’d swear he looks like he’s trying to wag a tail he doesn’t have. Maybe the big-brother role isn’t the one he wants me to play right now. I raise an eyebrow, smirk, and try something. “Does puppy want a bone?” “Arf!” “Hehe. Good boy.” I tousle his hair a bit, and damn if his hips don’t wag even more. Huh. This is something new. We’ll have to explore it more later. For right now, though, I really need to get my dick sucked. “Okay, boy. You can suck your big bro’s dick. You’ve earned it. Now help your brother feel good. That’s all the encouragement he needed, because he’s off to the races now. This kid can suck, too. He must have been practicing with friends from school because I know he didn’t learn all these skills from me, and we haven’t spent enough time practicing recently for him to suddenly be this good. “Damn, little buddy. You’re getting good at this. Where’d you learn to suck dick so well? Have you been practicing on your friends?” He keeps his mouth on my cock and raises a hand to hold up four fingers. “Four of your friends?” He nods. “Lemme guess. Your teammates?” My little brother is on his school’s swim team. That’s how he stays so incredibly lean. “Mm-hmm,” he mutters. He takes my dick out of his mouth just long enough to add, “And coach.” I chuckle. “You fucking slut. You’re the team cocksucker, and your coach is even in on it?” He nods, while continuing to give my dick the attention it needs. “Goddamn, dude. I’m so proud of you.” And to drive the point home, I grab both sides of his head and pull him firmly down into my crotch, getting my cock to press against the entrance to his throat. He’ll open up in a minute. He always makes sure I’m good and wet first. When he comes up for a breath, he adds to his story. “I’m always the last one out of the locker room. I won’t go home until I know everyone gets their needs met.” “You’re such a good cocksucker. I’m sure they love having you around.” “And sometimes… when we lose a meet…” He’s getting shy. That doesn’t happen often. This must be good. I egg him on. “Yeah? What happens when you lose?” “Sometimes they’ll send me to the other team to reward them.” “Holy fuck, dude. They get to use you as a victory prize?” He’s already back on my dick, so all I hear is a muffled “mm-hmm” as he nods his head. “That’s amazing. You’re awesome, little buddy.” He goes back to sucking like he means it, and my mind drifts a bit. That comfort of having a warm mouth wrapped around my hard cock while my head swirls with a hint of G and booze can be a perfect way to end the week. Wait a second. Weekend. It’s Friday. “Hang on, it’s Friday. Did you have a swim meet today?” He nods again. I see his butt start wagging a bit, and I can tell he’s starting to smile around my cock. This kid’s got a secret he wants to tell. The little fucker. No wonder he’s so eager. “And did your team lose today’s meet?” He nods once more. “You fucking slut. You went to the other team, didn’t you?” Another nod. “And how many of their swimmers did you take?” He comes up for a breath. “All of them.” He grins from ear to ear. “I took all the swimmers’ swimmers.” My eyes get bigger and beam with pride. “Wait, they bred you?” Nods and a full smile. “The whole team?” More nods, and he starts to chuckle. “Holy fuck, dude. You’re incredible. Wait…did they…are they… Do you still have their baby batter up your hole?” When I asked that, my little brother looks up at me with more pride than I’ve ever seen on his face before. He licks the underside of my cock, just to show he’s hot shit, before beaming with confidence as he adds, “And their coach’s.” I bust out in amazed laughter. “By the way, the coach’s son is one of their team members.” My eyes double in size. “Holy fuck, bro. You really are the best goddamn slut at your school, aren’t you?” “Well, they said in the whole county.” He smiles, pretending to be bashful. But I can tell he’s really, seriously, legitimately proud of himself here. And so he should be. To have such a glowing reputation at such a young age is more than an accomplishment. It’s an honor. I try and boost that confidence. “Little buddy, I am so proud of you. Goddamn, you’re amazing. You’ve really become the most amazing little slut, just like we’ve been working toward all these years, haven’t you?” He nods with pride. And wags a little again. “Come here, buddy.” I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight to show my support. But the feeling of his skin against mine immediately distracts me, and my other head starts doing all the thinking. I start groping his body, in love with the lean form in front of me. I run a hand down his back, down his crack, and almost to his hole. Except there’s a butt plug in the way. I look up at him. He instantly beams a smile. “See? I listen to what you teach me.” “Oh fuck, buddy. You plugged yourself to keep all the jizz inside?” “Yep. I keep a plug in my locker at school just in case. Totally came in handy today.” “Holy shit. So it’s all still in you? All of it? It’s all fresh.” “Pretty much, yeah.” “Oh, fucking hell, buddy. I have got to sink my dick into your worn-out hole. I need to feel that swim team’s cum coating my cock.” “I hoped you’d say that. Do me a favor first?” “For you, buddy? Anything. I’m so proud of you, and I’m so hungry to get at that boy hole.” “Hang on a second.” He hops up and scampers off to the other room, leaving me a bit confused and way more than a bit horny. When he comes back, he’s carrying a familiar tray, and I finally understand his aspirations for the weekend. For this little cumslut, taking an entire swim team — and their coach! — isn’t enough. The tray contains four swabs and two points. My cock throbs. “Oh, shit. You’re really ready.” “Mm-hmm” is all he says. I play along, eager to see what this kid has in mind. “Alright. How do you want to do this?” “I wanna ride you cowboy for a bit, then bottom out balls-deep on you while you slam me. After I go nuts fucking myself on your cock for a bit, we switch to missionary. You go balls-deep again, then self-administer and let the monster out to really pound my hole like you know you want to.” Damn. Not only does this kid have it all planned out, but he knows how to make a sales pitch. How could I say no to that? “You got it, buddy. That sounds awesome. Anything else you want me to do to help make this your perfect weekend?” “Not yet.” He smirks. “Gotta save some surprises for later.” I chuckle. “You’re trying to take control this weekend, aren’t you?” He giggles a bit because I saw through him. “Yeah, kinda. How am I doing so far?” “I’m totally following your lead. Let’s do this.” “Awesome.” “Here, gimme those points, then suck my dick for a minute. Get me as hard as I can get and get yourself so desperate for cock you can’t resist sitting on it.” He hands me the tray, and I set it on the end table beside me, within easy reach, as he goes to town on my cock. It doesn’t take long before I’m hard as steel and halfway down his throat. He comes up for breath, gasping for a second. “Can I sit on it now?” “Fuck, dude. You can do whatever you want to me.” He smiles with a bit more naughtiness than I expected. Plans within plans, I suppose. But I trust him implicitly and look forward to whatever he’s concocted. “Well, you have a job to do before I can do what I want to do to you.” I’m confused. “Oh? What’s that?” Then my brother does the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen him do. He smiles, turns around, and bends all the way over. Once he presents his ass to me, he grabs his cheeks and spreads them wide. As though the sight of his plugged hole being offered right in front of my face wasn’t enough, he pushes out a bit, making the plug look like it’s throbbing. Goddamn, this kid is fucking hot. I regain a little composure and tease him right back. “I see,” is all I say. We both chuckle a bit. I put one hand on his ass cheek and wrap the fingers of my other hand around the base of the plug. “Make sure you squeeze once this is out. I don’t want you wasting any of those loads unless they’re gushing out around my dick.” I hear a deep moan, and I know he’s understood. Slowly, I draw out the plug. It’s bigger than I expected, which makes me proud again. I should have known he’d need the big one, after getting pounded by the whole team. The plug slowly exits his hole, and he does a real good job sealing tight once it’s out. Only a single droplet leaks out, and I quickly take a finger and spread the boy juice around his beautiful ass lips. Much as I want to taste his hole right now, I know he’s holding a lot in, and I want to feel the cum surround my dick more than I need it covering my face. One thing at a time. “There ya go, buddy. Good job. Now, you ready to ride your big bro’s fuck stick?” The crude name makes him go a little weak for a second. He glances up at me with that pleading look back on his face. “Fuck yeah. I need that inside me so badly.” “Then go right ahead. You’ve earned it, you little slut.” Without another word, my brother climbs up and puts one foot on either side of my thighs, straddling me as my rock-hard cock stands up and aims for its target: that sweet, tight, cum-filled boy hole is on its way to engulf my cock. He closes his eyes as the head of my dick makes contact with his sphincter. I can tell he’s concentrating on staying tight to keep the cum in but loosening up enough to allow my dick to enter. I’m pretty thick, too, so it takes work. I’m patient. He gets all the time he needs. Hell, he’s earned it already today. Eventually, slowly, the head of my dick, coated with his throat slime, slides past his entrance. We each take in a sharp breath, surprised by the sudden pleasure. “Oh, yeah,” he moans. “That’s nothing. Wait til you get the whole thing inside you.” He moans again as his head rolls back a bit in ecstasy. “And wait til I slam you and turn you into a depraved hole.” He smiles while he moans this time. He keeps pressing down on my dick, making slow and steady progress toward the base. He’s taken half of me already, with serious concentration on his face, but no sign of pain or hesitation. Well, we are in cowboy position, after all. And this ain’t his first time at the rodeo. When his hole hits my crotch, and every last inch of my penis has disappeared inside his ass, he sighs. It might have been the first time he exhaled since I first penetrated him, for all I know. He opens his eyes, looks right into mine, and gets a cock-eyed smirk as he starts grinding his hips into my pelvis. This time, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let out an involuntary grunt. Like I said — it’s not his first time at the rodeo. This kid knows what he’s doing. I love fucking this boy. His hole is so tight, his body is so perfect, his face is so cute, it sends my libido off the charts every time. And tonight, I feel the warm wetness gushing all around my dick — the sperm of the opposing team collected in my brother’s guts and offered as a gift to me. Goddamn, he’s a filthy slut. And I love him for it. He’s eager tonight, too. He starts bucking and writhing, experimenting with the angle and seeing how deep he can get my cock inside him. Each of us makes regular grunts and gasps as the sensations border on overwhelming. Eventually, he leans forward a little and puts his hands on either side of my rib cage. He gets up onto his feet instead of his knees, giving him more freedom of movement. He uses that to his advantage and starts impaling himself hard on my dick, going almost the full length of my shaft with every stroke. It’s almost an anger fuck for the intensity. And damn, it feels good. The added motion makes his balance a bit more precarious, and I grab his arms to add stability. As I do, I feel the solid meat of his well-developed biceps. I start admiring the definition he’s gaining from working out and swimming so much. I also admire the veins he has kris-crossing his forearms, making him look more powerful than his thin frame suggests. His veins are gorgeous, and they really kick my lust into overdrive. They also remind me: I have a job to do. While my little brother keeps grinding himself onto my cock, I reach over and grab an alcohol wipe. I tear open the packet, which gets his attention. He opens his eyes, sees what I’m doing, smiles, and slows his pace. He bottoms out on the base of my dick and starts playing with the angle to see just how deep he can get me. That way, he’s still having fun, but the extra motion has calmed down. Once more, I admire the gorgeous, vascular forearms in front of me. I look from one to the other, look up at his face, and lift my eyebrows in unspoken question. He understands immediately and nods ever so slightly down to his left. I wipe the inside of his left elbow crease, removing any traces of things that could ruin his day. I set down the pad and pick up the needle. Most guys use a strap to make it easier to find a target, but this kid’s arms read like a road map. It’s like his body is offering his circulatory system to me, inviting me to penetrate it. And that’s exactly what I do. The little slut watches, entranced, as I find a thick, obvious vein and gently insert the needle into it. His face flinches ever so slightly, but his right hand immediately finds his meaty cock and starts jerking it. The kid is turned on by watching me administer his slam. He is so fucking hot. I get the needle tip right where it needs to be, and I pull back on the plunger. A flash of deep red shocks the syringe to life. He makes a quick gasp; I let out a low moan. We both know that’s the all-clear sign. We both know he’s about to take off, and our party’s about to start. We look into each other’s eyes for a moment. “You ready?” I ask. “Please…” is all he says. “Good boy.” I press the plunger in.

My boy and I were finally getting back into shape. We were spending an hour at the gym together nearly every day. We ran to the gym every day, and walked home. My boy was always horned up after a workout. We had been known to put on a bit of a show in the lockerroom showers on occasion after working up a sweat. I’m sure one or two guys stuck around when they saw us finishing up to watch our escapades. One day last week, we were fooling around in the showers when we saw a guy across the stalls from us. We’d never seen him before, and he made quite an impression. Over 6’-0” tall with a buzz cut and stubble, bulging wide shoulders and furry chest. As my boy knelt down to blow me, I watched as he started fisting his big cock. I maintained eye contact with him as my boy gobbled my dick. When he had me close, I pulled my boy up and swiveled him around so he could see our new friend. I knelt down and swallowed my boy’s cock. Our new friend blew his load as my boy came in my mouth. We winked at each other as we rinsed off and headed back to the lockers to get dressed. My boy was clearly flirting with this guy as we all got dressed and introduced ourselves. The guy told us his name was Dave, and shook hands with us. We all headed out together and walked in the same direction. Along the way, he asked if we wanted to stop for a beer, so we did. Three or four beers later, my boy and I were lit, but Dave didn’t seem to be feeling a thing. He was getting touchy-feely with us both, and I’m pretty sure he managed to slip his hand down the back of my boy’s shorts at least twice. Small talk led to racy sex talk, and he asked if he could come home with us and fool around. My boy looked at me with puppy dog eyes, silently pleading to let us keep him. It wasn’t difficult for me to agree, and we were on our way. The flirting continued as we approached our building. Once in our elevator, Dave grabbed my boy by the ass and lifted him off the floor as he hardcore shoved his tongue in his mouth. My boy was putty and melted into him. I let Dave carry by boy down the hallway as I unlocked our apartment door and led them in. My boy was in heat as he stripped Dave’s clothes off, and knelt before him, taking his thick cock deep down his throat. “You boys play raw,” he asked me as my boy gobbled his dick. “We do,” I replied as I stripped my own clothes off. I was honest. My boy and I did play raw, together, but we hadn’t screwed around with someone else in quite some time, and when we had, we had played safe. “Where’s the bedroom?,” he asked, as he stood my boy up and scooped him into his arms. My boy was making out with Dave as I led them to the bedroom. Once there, my boy bent over the edge of the mattress, arching his back and sticking his ass out. Dave started munching his hole as I dove into the bedside table looking for lube and condoms. I knew this guy was going to fuck one or both of us. I found some lube, even though my boy and I usually just used spit, but couldn’t find any condoms; after all, it had been a while since we needed them. When my boy yelped, I knew I hadn’t been fast enough. Dave reared back and had shoved his raw cock into my boy’s ass. I gasped with surprise as Dave looked as me and smirked. “What? You said you played raw.” He was right, but I hadn’t meant that we played raw with strangers. My boy moaned with pleasure as he felt Dave’s hairy balls press against his ass, filling him full of raw thick dick. “Don’t make him stop fucking me! It feels SO good to have a big dick in me!” My boy was right; Dave must have been at least two inches longer than me, and much thicker. He kept moaning and whimpering as Dave jackhammered his pussy. Dave motioned to me to shut my boy up, so I got onto the mattress and stuck my dick in his mouth. Just as my boy gagged on my dick, Dave slowed his pistoning and jammed balls deep. I figured it was to let my boy get used to blowing while getting fucked. I realized later that he was breeding my boy. As I held my boy’s head and skull-fucked his mouth, Dave pulled out of his ass. “You want some of this raw dick, boy?” I shuddered when he called me boy. I couldn’t help but pull out of my boy’s mouth and assume the position. Dave had two fingers shoved in my boy’s well-fucked ass as he guided his dick into mine. Nothing to lube me up, just my boy’s ass juices, and what I later realized was Dave’s seed. Dave shoved his cock all the way into me as my boy started kissing me. He was still whimpering from the deep fingering he was taking. I groaned as Dave bottomed out and began to tear up my hole. “This boy is loose, can barely feel a thing” Dave chuckled. I knew I wasn’t that loose, especially taking his thick tool, but he took his sticky fingers out of my boy’s hole and wedged them into mine, alongside his meat. My boy climbed up on the bed and shoved his ass against my mouth. I lapped up a sticky mess leaking out of his ass, and realized that they hadn’t used lube. The taste was intoxicating as I swallowed it down. Dave picked up his fuck-pace and then held tight against me. I felt so opened up as he moved his fingers around his dick inside my hole. “You want a go now,” Dave asked my boy. He squealed with delight as Dave tossed me onto the bed on my side. My boy lay down beside me and slid into my slackened hole. He began to fuck me, and I could tell how much Dave’s dick and fingers had loosened me up. As he found his pace, Dave slid into him again and the three of us rocked back and forth. Dave talked dirty, muttering about what cumsluts we both were and how we deserved whatever came our way. The dirty talk was sending my boy over the moon and he bred me as deeply as he ever had. When he was done, I wiggled away from them and squatted over my boy’s mouth. He ate his seed, and what we later learned was Dave’s, from my ass. Dave made no pretense this time, and wailed, “I’m gonna breed you, cumdump! Gonna fill you with my load!” He fired off as he shuddered at least six times, seeding my boy’s bare hole. He pulled out and had my boy sit on my face. I lapped that cum up and knew it tasted the same as the last time I had lapped my boy’s hole. I was still busy eating my boy’s hole when Dave got off the bed and left the room. We caught our breath and made it back to the living room just as Dave was finishing pulling on his clothes. My boy was in lust with this guy and pleaded, “Will we see you again?” Dave snickered and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a black business card with red writing on it. “You want me, my dick, and my loads again, you know where to find me.” He flicked the card at my boy and left. We read it together. “POZ PIGS FOR POZ PLAY. EVERY FRIDAY. MIDNIGHT UNTIL SUNRISE” followed by and address and a phone number. I was shocked as I realized that Dave was POZ and had seeded us both. My boy on the other hand ran down the hallway after Dave shouting, “But we can’t go. We’re both NEG!” My boy caught up with Dave as the elevator door opened. I heard Dave reply as they stepped in the elevator, “You USED to be NEG…” My boy got in the elevator with him, half-naked and the door closed behind them. I stood still for what seemed like minutes, and collected my thoughts. Then, I wondered where my boy had gone. Nearly twenty minutes later he returned. I asked him where he had gone. “Dave was still horny. He pushed the emergency button and bred me again in the elevator. Want to eat his POZ seed out of me again?” I laid down on the floor as my boy squatted over my face and pushed out Dave’s most-recent load. I guess I knew where we would be headed on Friday nights from now on…

Made friends online with another top. Turns out he and I use the same local cumdump. So we went over to the dump’s house together and put 4 loads in that pussy. 2 each. Was super fun. I love the physical sensation of churning loads in a slutty hole. I also love the camaraderie and friendship among tops when we are using pussy together. Super fun. Can’t wait to do it again.

I went back to the bathhouse recently and ended up spending a lot more time there than I had originally planned to. But there's something addictive about it. I arrived early evening and it was reasonably busy already. I just wore a jockstrap and left my towel in my locker. I did a quick walkthrough to scope out the crowd, and it didn't take long for a guy to grab my ass as I walked by. I nodded, and he wordlessly pushed me up against the wall, spit on his dick, and fucked me right there. It didn't take long for him to cum in me - "Thanks," was all he said as he walked away. Next was a bearded daddy-type who invited me back to his room. We started by making out, and he asked if I'd let him fuck me. I told him I wanted to be a good boy for him and do whatever he wanted, which made his dick jump. He ate my ass out, and when he tasted the cum that had been fucked into me from the previous guy, it drove him wild. He fucked me hard and animalistic, and me saying "please daddy, please cum in me" sent him over the edge. He didn't stop after cumming, though, and kept fucking me for a second load. After he was spent, we lay there chatting for a bit. I told him about my master and my ongoing training, and how I felt at my best when serving other men. Before leaving, we exchanged numbers, and he said he'd be hearing from me for sure. I went back to the public play area, and another guy grabbed my ass - I didn't turn around and just bent forward, presenting my ass, and he didn't waste any time and started fucking me. We amassed a small crowd, including one enthusiastic verbal guy who was very into the fact that I was being raw fucked by a stranger, saying things like 'yeah fuck his ass raw', 'take that raw cock, boy', etc. When the guy fucking me announced that he was close, I loudly begged him to cum in me, which elicited an enthusiastic "yeah! seed his ass!" from the verbal guy. Verbal guy quickly got down and felched me after the guy fucking me pulled out, before himself ramming his cock into my hole. He went all of a few thrusts before shooting in me and then quickly walking away. I left the play area to take a break at this point, and after getting some water, a guy approached and asked if I'd like to come back to his sling room with him. I agreed, and he had me up in the sling in no time. There was a lot of dirty talk which was seriously turning me on and getting me into a slutty headspace. Things like "You're just a slutty faggot jock boy aren't you?" and "You just want to get loaded up, don't you, faggot?". He gave me a bottle of poppers and told me to take a few big hits. My head was spinning at this point, and he poured some lube on his cock and said "You're going to take what I give you, faggot," and slammed into me in one thrust. I just threw my head back and moaned. My ass burned as he fucked me, his cock was thick but it felt right and my head was still spinning from the poppers. He fucked me with the door open, and given his enthusiastic fucking and how noisy we were being, we quickly amassed a small group of people watching, waiting for a turn on my ass. His thrusts accelerated, and he yelled "Take it all, faggot!" as he flooded my hole. He winked at me and said "enjoy yourself, faggot", and as quickly as he pulled out, another guy was there to take his place. Cock after cock fucked me, and I lost track of how many. Each new cock that entered my hole reaffirmed what I felt inside - that I am a faggot, born to please men. Everything about the situation just felt so right - being ass up in a sling, available for anyone to use as they saw fit. At some point, I was pulled off the sling onto the bed, and was double penetrated. Having two cocks in my ass for the very first time, by total strangers, no less, made me see stars. As it was happening, I just started chanting softly over and over "I'm a faggot" while getting doublefucked. The whole experience was a headspace and high like nothing I'd ever experienced before, being DP'd was the cherry on top. When things finally quieted down, the guy who had initially put me in the sling was nowhere to be found, and a quick time check showed I'd been at the bathhouse for almost 8 hours - it was time to leave. Exhausted, I collected my things from my locker and went home, thoroughly used, and incredibly satisfied.

Holy shit thats hot! 🔥🔥

So, I think I got addicted to junkie pussy. I'm really itching to get more after the last time. So, this was yesterday when I finished work late: It had been a long and tiring day at the office, and all I wanted was to go home, have a drink, and forget about work. As I walked down the dimly lit street, my eyes caught sight of a young woman standing alone on the corner. She looked lost and desperate, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She clung to her small purse, as if it was her only lifeline in a world that had turned its back on her. At first, I thought nothing of it, assuming she was just waiting for someone. But as I got closer, I noticed her tattered clothes, the bruises on her arms, and the way she nervously scanned the passing cars. Her face was sunken, and her skin was pale, making her look almost ghostly. Her eyes, which once might have been bright and full of life, were now dull and lifeless, and they were sunken deep into their sockets. Her hair was matted and unkempt, and she wore a ragged and torn dress that barely covered her body. Despite her emaciated appearance, there was still something strikingly beautiful about her. It was like seeing a diamond in the rough, and I felt a strange pull towards her. It was obvious what she was doing there. She approached me, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, mister. Want some company?" I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of guilt and arousal. It had been a while since I had been with a woman, and the idea of a quick and anonymous encounter was tempting. Especially with such a desperate girl. I saw the pain in her eyes, the scars on her arms, and the way her voice shook with fear. And I just knew how to make her more desperate. I took a deep breath and said, "No, thanks. I'm good." As I walked away, I could hear her mumble something under her breath. I didn't catch what she said, but I knew that she was disappointed. I turned around and walked back to her. "Hey, wait. Are you okay?" She looked up at me, her eyes shining with a mix of desperation and hope. "I...I need money," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "For what?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She hesitated for a moment, and then said, "For drugs. I...I need to get high. It's the only thing that helps me forget." She is honest. She knows where she stands. At the bottom. Reduced to do what man want from her. Perfection. "Come on," I said, taking her hand. "Let's go somewhere more private." We walked to a cheap motel I knew a few blocks away. As Grace entered the dimly lit motel room, I got a closer look at her. Her movements were slow and hesitant, like she was afraid of breaking something. She removed her jacket, revealing her thin, bony arms. Her skin was marked with bruises and needle marks, and she had scars on her wrists. As she started to unbutton her shirt, I could see the outline of her ribs and the hollow of her stomach. She had small breasts, but they were still perky and youthful. Her hips were narrow, and her legs were thin and shaky. She seemed fragile, like she could shatter into a million pieces at any moment. As she turned around to face me, I could see the desperation and sadness in her eyes. She was like a wounded animal, and I felt so aroused. My cock was rock hard. . I took my pants off and her eyes widend when she saw my 8 inch uncut dick. "On your knees", I said and she obeys. I press my Cock onto her mouth and she begins to suck. Buy she has trouble getting it all in. And her spirit wasn't in it. If she had any spirit left at all. After 5 minutes of her half-assed blowjob attempt I had enough. "You are bad at this. I hope your pussy is better." She flinched when I grabbed her by the arms and threw her onto the bed. I moved onto her, while she lay still. She looked so skinny and frail, I was worried, that I would crush her with my big hairy belly and my body weight. But only a little. And I had needs. I positioned my Cock at her pussy. I could feel she was dry. But that didn't matter. She would become wet. They all did. I pressed. She flinched, but couldn't move away under my weight. She was so dry and tight, it hurt my dick. But that just made it more exciting. A little pain was like aphrodisiac for me. I pushed deeper, a little out to just go back deeper. She squealed and skirmed, but I hold her tight with my weight and my strong arms. I could feel her get a little wet while I continued to push in and out. Her pussy was so tight ... After some minutes of slowly getting her ready she was now wet enough. I continued to fuck her. Pushing in and out, with every stroke going deeper into her. She whimpered with every push and when I pushed all my 8 inches completely in her, she screamed out. Which turned me on even more. I started pounding her like a jackhammer. Making her scream more. The pressure in my balls got bigger. I could feel my dick swelled more, got even harder. A tension built up in my whole body ... I grunted when I felt the release, pumping her junkie pussy full with my cum. I collapsed onto her, feeling her sobbing under me while my cum was dripping out of her pussy. I sat up. She lay there, some tears running down her cheeks. Her pussy was red and swollen, dripping with my cum, that slowly run down to her tiny ass. Just looking at her got my dick hard again. "Time for round 2", I said. She didn't say anything, when I turned her around, prodding up her ass. With my fingers I lubed her butt with my cum and started stretching her. She didn't seem to care. So I continued. 2 Fingers, 3 fingers. I think she was ready. I pushed my hard dick in her and this time it went in easily enough. With one strong push I was balls deep in and she squirmed under me, but I hold her tight, while I stretched her asshole with my big dick. I started pounding her little butt while she screamed into the pillow. It turned me so on, that I came in like a minute. My balls hut a little after I released myself in her again and fell panting on the bed. I hadn't cum twice in such a short time in a long time. "You did well", I said. She looked at me with red eyes and nodded weakly. Her ass and pussy were full of come and other jucies. I put on my clothes and put 200€ on the side table. Her eyes widened when she the money. She grabbed it quickly. "We should do that again", I said. With the money in her hand she nodded eagerly, my cum dripping out her holes, messing up the bed. "For that money you can do anything to me, with me." "Like I said, good girl." We exchanged numbers and I went home, where my girlfriend was waiting. And she was horny. Oh, what a turn on it is, fucking her, while my dick was still full of the juices of the junkie chick. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.

I have fucked countless 'STRAIGHT TOPS' Put another way - today's straight top is tomorrow's gay bottom.

Get down to Florida and you can really show your thanks….

Oop. I usually try to avoid that combo even in fantasy; thanks for the public-service announcement and reminder!

Jeezus F. Crisco… if this story was any hotter, my computer would be a heap of molten metal and plastic. (A cautionary note: G and alcohol do NOT go together. In real life, these 2 would be lucky to be alive. The story is still hot as hell…)

If I were to respond to such a situation and then discover that his ‘car’ was a hearse, I’m not sure I could go through with it. [opens car door, finds Lurch waiting naked] You rang…? (Actually, with my luck, the occupant would be Thing the disembodied hand, who just wanted to give handjobs.)

My name is Jacob, I am 27 6'3 195 white, Blonde VGL (model type) 10" thick uncut rod that women love and men love even more. My favorite thing to do is to turn a straight guy into a cock loving whore. Does not always work but that does not stop me from trying. I am 70% successful at a full conversion from all straight to mostly gay. I seek out couples mostly white or Latin couples to focus on turning the over sexed straight guy into a cum loving whore. I found this kid online who was looking for a guy to share his gf, his ad read like this: Soccer Jock Latin 24 5'11 170 hung and GF 23 5'3 125 white, blonde looking for a third - a guy to share her. 100% straight both of us and you should be too. Looking for a regular on call buddy to share her with. She can take DP, DVP and loves to suck dick. We would prefer natural sex but okay with you wearing a condom but you must be completely clean condom or not. She also tea bags, eats ass and is a dirty little slut behind closed doors. She does not play well with other women so no couples. Hit me up with your age, stats and a pic. We will get back to you! I responded with my stats, age, and a picture of me in shorts with my dick half hard. Mentioned I was hung, clean and had a GF who traveled a lot and needed some pussy to fuck and breed. Totally clean here. Would like a regular pussy on the side. Lucas responded right away, dude when are you free? I totally want to see you fuck and breed my gf. That dick looks huge, even bigger then me. Let me know, we can host and looking for tonight or this weekend if you can get here. He gave me his number and his kik to get in touch with him. I got him, I knew he was totally into it and me even if he did not realize it. I answered him back and told him my GF was out of town this weekend so I was free all weekend. I would be for one time or a couple this weekend if his girl was up for it. I asked, can she take bwc? You said you were hung so she probably can and how often has she been DVP? I love that, my girl will not do it. I did not give him my digits, this made him email back. Text or kik me, we want you to come over tonight at 8PM and if all works stay as long as you want. I sent him a text: Hey, this is your blonde buddy, hope she knows hot to take big dick. Give me your address and I will be there at 8 PM and will bring a bag with me with some toys and a change of clothes if all goes well and we fuck into the night. He text me right back with the address and Great! Shot me two more pics, one with him fucking her and damn that ass of his was amazing I could not wait to get that tight little hole on my big dick.

Although my story makes a small reference to RJB56’s “Graduation Night”, the latter cannot be associated or be held responsible for what follows, nor that I pretend to write stories as hot as RJB’s. Part 1 I deal drugs. You’re offended? Sue me. I’m also a motherfucker. If I’m horny, I will fuck you up onto next Sunday more ways than your brain can think. Skin, ass, balls, cock, fingers, ears, nose, hair, tongue, they are all leverages for me to bend you over and breed you with my toxic cum. I grew up in a trailer trash park community made of ex-convicts, drug dealers, drug addicts, biker gang members. With a hard ass father (not my real one, but the most steady figure in my life) and multitude of fly-by-night mothers; sex, violence and drugs were the normality. I still live in the same park, but in my own trailer with the previous owner all tied up and gagged, nicely stow away in the narrow cupboard that the trailer offers. The wimpy old man, (he’s 42 and I am 24!) knew better to make any sounds when he is in “his room”. We are at this period of the year where graduation parties pop up 3 or 4 times a week. So yeah, I am busy. My sex and social life almost plummet to none during that period, and to be honest, my roomie was lacking some freshness, and motivation. Hence, the bondage. With nothing else to do while I am away making my deliveries, he was tasked to think his 5 top reasons for me to keep him. I had just dropped off earlier a nice delivery at Jordan and James mansion. They were hosting a graduation night party for a bunch of freshly legal Christian highschoolers, and if possible, to positively convert them to a new religion. I was at the Black Eagle, a friendly chaps and leather bar, nursing a second beer when I got a text from their nephew asking for G&T supplies. With a nod to the bartender, I grabbed my keys and drove back to the mansion. - Don’t tell my uncles. - Not my business to tell, as I collected my money. It’s on my way out that I saw a small frame in the grass near the entry bushes, face down ass up, puking his guts. Normally, I wouldn’t have blink on this scenery, but the clad-ass pants were appealing. As I got nearer, my hope to score almost vanished as I looked at the frail body. Underaged, I thought. - Are you okay? You shouldn’t be here. You are too young for this party. The kid raised his head, unveiling a thin moustache all over his upper lip. - Fuck you asshole! I’m nineteen and… He never finished his sentence as his wretched stomach was still upset and tried to expulse what ever was left. And he never had the chance to raise his head again as I grabbed him by the neck and force his face down to a fraction distance of the vomit. - You little punk! You think you can mouth me off? He tried to wiggle his ass out, but fuck, he was no match. - I will teach you respect and humility. Stick your tongue out! I have to give him credit, he was resisting. I increase the pressure on his neck at each word so he can see I meant business. - STICK. YOUR. TONGUE. OUT! It took only few seconds before seeing the light pink tip of his tongue touch lightly the soiled grass. - LICK IT. Nothing could have described better his position than the soft grizzling coming from his throat. With my other hand, I strongly slapped his ass. And lick he did. - You look like a filthy pig, I laughed. He was heaving deeply. - I suggest that you refrain yourself to puke again, little punk, because if you do, you will have to lick it up all over again. Not sit back on your heels and chin up. His face was covered in slime and smell like it. - Let me clean you up a bit. And with that I start pissing on his face and on his hair. In his drunk state, it took him few seconds to register the warm beer-recycled piss soaking his shirt and preppy pants. Maybe it was a cause-and-effect thing, or maybe just the fact that he to go, nevertheless he started to piss himself! I grabbed a large handful of his black mop. - You’re coming with me, piggy boy. Without any option, he had to follow my hand wherever it went. He was bent at belt level, and despite the piss smell, I kept him close to me. If he looked down, he would see my 11-1/2” size boots; if he looked up, it would see my semi-hard 7” cock trapped in what was coming to be an indecent bulge. My car wasn’t really that far but I took my time, walking slowly. - You’re coming with me. I will fuck you. Hard. A few times. I might beat you. For fun. Make you beg to suck my cock and lick my armpits, or anything else. - I will never suck you. I like guys that has guts. This one has still some fight in him. It would be fun to strip his mind, one step at the time; to ply the straight boy as I wish until he would ask for more. Never say never. - Challenge accepted. I let him rise his head and he got a good look at me. His eyes went down briefly at my crotch and back. I just smile. - Unh uhn. You are not getting in the car with your clothes. He just stood there with a dumbfounded look. - You should think before letting a stranger piss on you. Now, strip. Slowly. He looked around. It was past midnight, and the street was deserted. You were able to hear distant noises from the party. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing dime-sized virgin nipples. Then he removed what were once new shoes, probably bought for the event. Then came the fancy pants. Size 24. - Underwear. He brought his hands to the waistband, and with a defiant look, he removed the blue and grey stripped fashion-style boxer brief. I pop up the trunk and threw the dirty clothes in after retrieving his wallet. - Get in. - I’m not gay, he said with a shiver in his voice, hands clasp to his crotch. I look with satisfaction at his body. Probably 5-foot, 110 lbs. Average in the cock department. He wasn’t bony or skinny. He was a young man on a small frame with a nice dark olive complexion. - Doesn’t matter. I am. And I closed the trunk.

Name: Bjorn (SluttyBBFFist Sub) number: +31641518359 Ethnicity; white Position: bttm Zip: 3013AK Netherlands

So I got texted by my older daddy asking if im able to come over. I told him Im still bit sore from our last meet. He said he needs me to help put together a new sling he got. Damit it so I was aroused. I went there. Got to his house expecting its a trick but nope there was a long box in the garage. He sat on the sex bench and watched me build the sling. 2 hours later i finished it. He did help a couple of times. He said lets try it. I was a bit tired but agreed. He said strip and I did and got on it. It was too hight for him got off and adjusted it a few timea and finally at his hight. Got back on it and it was comfortable good adjustable head rest and the the arms and hand restraints were good. I laid on it spread eagle as he looked at my hole. He said this will get good use as he laughed. He started to rub my hole then turned around and said be back. He left me laying there for a few minutes and came back naked and carrying some things. He put some lube on me and I said take it easy im sore. He said shut up as he was rubbing lube on my hole and i saw his cock was like a rock. He lubed his cock as he stroked his cock. He put his cock against my hole and i slipped in easy. He said this is great as he started to pump. He grabbed the support bars and pumped hard and then exploded. He walked over to my head and lowered the head rest and made me clean his cock. He pulled me off and he said he will get the group together and use you on this all night.. I got excited and hard hearing that he push me on my back on the bench next to the sling and sucked me off. Got up and dressed and left

That would be me and most of us on this site. Had to reread this fuckin fantastic story!

“Have fun with my toxic load tonight slut. You’re going to regret begging for it.”

Agreed. And though I don’t rim, I don’t refuse ATM, so I’ll be adding a dose of Pepto to my pre-service prep going forward.

I DO play raw with strangers... every opportunity I get!

Just can’t say no to a dude who explicitly says he “wants to pound me out”. Last night after work went to the place of this hung, charismatically dominant black stud I first met last Dec. and have been craving him since. He started out catching up and having a smoke. When I came back from taking a piss, he had me stand in front of him while he sat on his couch and took time to feel and take in my ass before reaching inward to peel my 3-inch seam shorts down just enough to expose my butt and told me to bend over the couch backrest while he spread my cheeks and dove in to taste me. Then went to the bed where he order me on fours and began pushing into me. His dick is one of the most perfect I’ve ever had the privilege and honor to suck and get put into me. He is thick but “soft” at the same time so it’s a combination of two sensations that I can’t really describe. He’s also like 8.5-9” so I felt him make his way deeper. Soon my head was spinning and could only focus on his manhood owning mine reaching my guts that I eventually got wet enough to cum from my hole. That sent him into a frenzy and began fucking me harder as I became catatonic til he said he was about to nut. I asked him if I earned his nut and said hell yeah you’ve earned it. I felt him become more engorged and I knew he was close to nutting but quickly pulled out to jerk and put more force into swelling his balls then shoved it right back in me and let out a loud deep moan of pleasure as he convulsed and seeded me. I stuck two fingers in my sloppy pussy (as he likes to call it) to taste what he did to me. Then got on my knees to thoroughly suck him clean and please him some more. My guts were hurting from the assault with occasional deep, stabbing pains and I thanked him cuz this is how it’s supposed to feel once a man has used me thoroughly. Said he will always make time to use me. But got a buddy from last weekend joining me at the gym tonight after he’s outa work then you can just imagine what he plans to do to me afterwards and where. Shower. Sauna. Industrial park again? Another day, another load.

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After I said "Fuck, you're thicker than my husband." He replied: "No wonder why you're tighter than my wife..." Context: His wife and my husband are good college friends. She was visiting town (with her hubby) and my husband and she went to a show together after we all had dinner. Hubby and I decided to "hung out" at a local bar nearby waiting for their show to end... After a few shots, we hooked up in the bathroom.

So the last time I used a condom was with a young man I'd been chatting with online, we hadn't discussed it before hand so when he showed up he brought a condom and asked me to use it, which I did. We fucked for a while and eventually I stopped and let him know I wouldn't be able to come with it on. He ended up finishing me with his hand that time. Next time he hit me up, he let me know I could fuck him raw. I think for him it was a trust issue, in that he didn't trust someone he was meeting for the first time, but after getting to know me longer he trusted me enough to let me breed him.

@BootmanLA has some valid points. I also want to offer a perspective from the reluctant bottom. The guy who first got me to bareback 30 years ago tried all the techniques you are advocating above. He eventually slipped his big, uncut cock inside me bare. After a few strokes, I freaked out and told him to quit. He did, and we finished with a rubber on. We fucked again a couple of weeks later with a rubber again. Then his patience paid off the third time because the memory of how good that brief bare fuck felt led me to ask him to fuck me raw. He was my first bareback fuckbuddy; he probably got to put 100 loads or more in me over the years. So being persuasive and demanding can work, but planting the seed and then backing off might lead to a longer term thing.

Actions always have consequences, sometimes minor and sometimes not. If someone isn't prepared to be judged for what he's said, maybe he shouldn't say it. Because free speech (as a concept, not tied to a particular legal implementation like the inapplicable-here First Amendment) necessarily means others can speak too, including judging what the first person said or wrote. And as for "if not here, then where?" I would point out that even this site has rules, so it's not a case of "anything goes". There's a huge difference between (A) providing a site where people can discuss behavior that may be frowned upon by society at large, but which isn't harmful to anyone else and (B) providing a place for people to brag about doing truly malicious things. Celebrate being a shit person if you want, but don't demand that no one else call you out for being a shit person.

Thanks for that well thought out comment. Too many people are too reactive. I have this take on the issue as a white 58 year old American: The bottom line is contrary to popular belief, accidentally dropping out of your mom’s pussy on a particular patch of the earth’s soil does not make someone superior to others. People seem to think being born here makes them better than “others” but the fact is we have millions of fat stupid lazy useless uneducated sloppy idiot “real” Americans laying around taking up space, who contribute nothing of value to the United States. They breed and eat. That’s it. id gladly trade them for these desperate but industrious hard working ambitious persistent folks who come to our border wanting work and freedom. I’m so sick to death of fat stupid obese flabby assed lazy whiney hetero Americans. they make me sick. I’m tired of their shit after early 6 decades of hearing it. All of it. All their fucking useless bullshit opinions on everything.

I hopped in the car on the way over and told Lukas that I wanted his beautiful girl on her knees when I walked and him right beside her so he could coach her on slowly pulled my cock out and have her nurse my dick fully clothed. Then slowly pull my dick out and suck and lick my head and see how much she could take. If he really wanted to score points he would put a blindfold on her and tell her what he sees to get her excited. She should be in bra and panties and Lucas a jock . He text back Hot!! Text me when you get her and I will text you back that we are ready and the door will be open just walk in and we will be in the living room ready for you. I shot back Great! See you soon! I pulled up and text him and he text back two minutes later that they were ready, I opened the door and there she was in her bra and panties and blindfolded and he was right beside her in a jock, I could see the side of his ass and fuck he had a beautiful ass. His head was turned to me and he smiled and stared at me I could tell he liked what he say and he had a hot little body and face too. He would be easy to pimp out once I turned him. I told him to start telling her what he saw and I could hear the excitement in his voice as he told her. You are so lucky, he is a tall Nordic good and even better looking then I told he he would be. He is wearing jean and a belt and he has a huge bulge in his pants for you. I came up and stood in front of them. He continued to tell her I was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed my pecks and big shoulders and arms and I had a sleeve on one arm that he had not seen in the pictures. I told Lukas to take her left hand in his and to guide it to my bulge and show her. He grabbed her hand and guided it to my bulge and rubbed her hand on it, he could have let it go but he kept his hand right here holding hers and part of his hand was rubbing me. I told him to have her hold part of my belt while he unfastened it and once it was loose to have her go back to rubbing my bulge while he unbuckled my button and unzipped my pants. He paused but did 30 second later, He had my pants unbuckled and he started to unzip me taking his time, he licked his lips, not sure if her realized that he did that but I said nice, He looked up and I smiled. I told him hot hot this was, tell your girl how hot this is having her feel my big dick and make it grow. He whispered in her ear, you like his big dick don't you? She said yes softly you want to feel it, taste it don't you? Feel it inside you? She got louder and said yes. I told Lucks to work my pants down but leave my underwear on. He did while she rubbed and I grabbed her hand while Lukas struggled to keep my underwear on and pull my pants down to my knees. I placed her hand on my rod and let her feel it push against the fabric and I instructed Lucas to untie my shoes and pull them off, He untied them both and then I lifted one and then the other while she kept rubbing my dick. Now that my shoes were off I lifted on leg and told him to pull and he did and I was free and then l Lifted my foot and had him pull off my cock. Then the other side. I thought fuck my little str8 boy was really great at following instructions. He had done far more than most the first time and I had only been there 30 minutes. I told him to hold her hand and show her hot to cup my balls while you two kiss. While they were kissing I told him to move her hand to my dick and rub and while he did his hand hit my dick first and he rubbed my cock and she rubbed another part and when he came up he realized he had hold of my dick and he stopped. I told him to pull my briefs down enough but do not pull my cock out, He did and she rubbed my head still trapped in my briefs. I told him to hiss her again and he did and he touched my skin and kept his hand there while she rubbed my head. Bring her closer while you kiss her, I want her to suck the head of my cock through my underwear. He did and they were kissing right next to it and I pressed my head into his face and he pulled away and stared at my head and the wet spot with precum. She did not wait as she started to suck my dick through the material and he moved her head over to my wet spot. She moaned as she tasted my precum. She had only been there 30 sec and I told them to kiss. He made out with her, I knew he was tasting me on her tongue. Then she went back to sucking my head and I told Lukas to pulled my briefs further down so my dick was about to pop out while she licked it and she worked out my head and my entire dick slapped her in the face. I was leaking and precum was running down her face toward her lips and i told him to lick her lips and as he did the precum was right there and I watched him rest his tongue so he could catch it and he did not kiss her after he pulled back and swallowed it and then kissed her so she could taste it. He then guided her back to my dick and she started to suck it. She was licking my head and sucking on my foreskin and being a good little hungry cock sucker. He looked like he was jealous, I told him to tell her what a good job she was doing. How great her mouth felt on my dick. She worked my dick for five minutes and I said now it is your turn and he started to get up and I told him no don't go anywhere. Pull out your dick and he pulled out a nice 8" dick uncut like mine and I told him to hold my dick while he moved her hand to his dick, he slowly put his hand around my dick to hold it while she sucked and licked and then I told him with his right hand take her off my dick and guide her to yours. I thought he would let go of my dick but he did not. She started to suck him and he instinctively started to jack my cock a little. I continued to precum and he could not help but watch as my dick was leaking and a line of precum dripped off and hit his leg. He leaned in and licked my head, I thought fuck dude that works for me. He seemed to be upset with himself for doing it as he never looked at me and tried to not look at my dick but kept jacking it and when the next drop was about to fall he licked it again and stayed there a little longer and then again would not look at me. I said fuck she is going down on you like she is hungry. He did not say anything and then this time as I was leaking he sucked my head for about a 30 second and then stayed there and licked my head. I knew this was going to be a fucking while night!

Well, my first KNOWINGLY poz loads, anyway. I'd been taking raw dick and load for about a year, but mostly from regulars or married guys I found online. But one night, I'm insanely horny and trolling for dick online. This was a few years back and I was trying to find a top on gay.com. It was late (like 1 am) and we both figure out pretty soon that we are game for a hookup. His pics are hot (he's in his 40's and has at least 8.5" of dick). It was his dick that made up my mind. I'd never had one that big and I wanted to try it! We get to the point of exchanging phone numbers when he springs it on me. "By the way, I'm poz. Is that ok?" I hesitated a long time before answering. "I'm not... But I am really horny." He asks for my number so we can talk on the phone a bit. I give it to him. His voice is all sexy and he starts talking about fucking me and making my ass feel good. I ask him if he would use a condom, but he tells me they make him limp. Then he tells me that we could fuck but he won't cum in me. He will pull out if I want-- no problem. He then says he can also stay hard after cumming and go multiple times. I gave him my address. He arrived 20 minutes later, and we were soon naked. I started sucking his cock and man was it a whopper! I truly hadn't had one this big ever. He ate my ass and sucked my cock and then pushed me onto my back. "You ready to get fucked?" he asked? I was so nervous and had butterflies in my stomach. "Yes-- but you'll go easy and pull out, right? You'll warn me before you cum??" He promised he would, then he lubed up my ass and his cock, and worked his head into my hole. He tossed a fresh bottle of poppers on my chest and told me to take a hit. I did, and the relaxing warmth rushed over me. Then he pushed all the way in, slowly. I'd taken lots of raw dick before, but never one this size. And poz. But damn if it didn't feel good! He set up a slow rhythm and got me all open and accepting of his cock. I did more poppers and was in bottom heaven. He started to pick up speed and he told me to do another good popper hit. I did as instructed and then be really started fucking me. "I'm getting real close-- where do you want me to cum?" He said as he was fucking away. I was in a wave of popper heaven and loving feeling his cock hit me so deep-- I didn't answer. "I'm getting ready to blow, man--- where you want it!" I just closed my eyes and reached up to work his nipples. "Oh Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he shouts and I can feel his raw jizz spurting inside my ass. And being the cumwhore that I was, I was in heaven. But he wasn't done. He kept fucking and I came down off my popper high and realized what had just happened. "Dude, you didn't pull out," I said. "Man, I asked but you didn't tell me to. Besides-- we BOTH know what you wanted." He fucked two more loads into me before I came and couldn't take any more pounding from that big cock. And after that fuck, he became one of my regular fuckbuddies.

This story is a continuation of the one found here. “Kurt, I think I’m sick.” I called him that afternoon, as I was starting to feel gross at work. Achy. And my skin kind of hurt, which was a sure sign I was running a temperature. “Oh baby, I’m sorry!” he said, barely masking the giddiness in his voice. “And do you mean ‘sick’ sick? Like, do you think it’s the, um, you know… Flu?” I smirked a bit at this as I pictured how excited he probably looked at that very moment. “Yeah, stud. I think this is it.” “Awwww. You head home, and I’ll leave work early and take care of you. Gotta take care of my honeyhole!” “Yeah yeah. You say the sweetest things. See you later. I’ll probably be napping.” I hung up. I really did feel like hammered shit, which is exactly what I told my boss before heading home for the day. And by ‘home’ I mean Kurt’s place- which I guess technically was my place too, as I’d basically moved in almost immediately after our first weekend together. It was basically a done deal the instant we kissed in my car. And the fuck he threw me on Labor Day weekend sealed the deal. That first fuckfest saw him breeding me 4 times over a span of 6 hours and basically ruining my insides from all angles. The next morning, I shat so much cum (and a fair bit of blood) that I actually called him to the bathroom to witness his handiwork. Naturally, that turned him on and led to another round of me being used randily before breakfast. I had to beg him for prep time! With a fresh load of his DNA in me, we sat down to a breakfast of eggs and coffee, which he had thoughtfully prepared for us while I showered. And that’s where we said the “L” word to each other for the first time. We were sitting at his small breakfast table, eating in silence, bathed in bright morning sunlight. He looked so fucking hot in just his loose pajama bottoms with his hair all mussed up. He caught me staring and with his mouth still full said “Whut?” And I just shrugged and said, “Nothing. Just… I love you, is all.” That was the first time I’d officially said it to anybody. I was always worried that I would have to fake it, or just always do the “I love you too” thing. But no. This was easy. And I meant it completely. He beamed at me and then his face crumpled a little as he got a little emotional. “Wow. That is… just, so good to hear because… because I love YOU. I knew when you kissed me in your car after I bawled like a little bitch.” “I knew I loved you when you said ‘As you wish’ to me.” “Well, I knew I was into you when you yelled at me at the sex party. I was angry, ashamed, and sad all at the same time, which nobody has made me feel since Bo. So there were definite… feelings… there.” “Well, I knew I was hopelessly infatuated when you ‘mean girled’ me at the bar. Anyone able to eviscerate me with a mere look like that? Big feelings.” He chuckled and pointed his fork at me. “Oh, so is this a competition on who was into whom first now?” “Everything is a competition, bucko—and from where I’m sitting?” I gave him a long, slow, up and down appraisal. “I definitely won the big *cough* prize.” “It’s kind of amazing you’re able to sit at all, actually,” he said flippantly. And we laughed. The rest of Labor Day was spent talking and fucking, and ordering pizza as new couples do. Eventually I had to tap out, as my ass was raw and ruined and I was starting to fear that everything on the inside of me may just accidentally end up on the outside if I stood up quickly. But let me tell you. It was so fucking hot to take a nap with his cock lodged inside and his arms wrapped around me. I felt so taken care of that I completely zonked for like 2 hours. Until I awoke to his stiffening dick poking my spleen. Again. Eventually I drove him back to pick up his car which we had left at Tom’s house. We went our separate ways (briefly) so I could pick up some clothes and toiletries and meet him back at his. From there, Kurt and I rapidly settled into coupledom. Most of our meals were spent together. TV and movies on the couch. Sleeping together. Fucking. Kurt even got a family membership at his gym so we could work out together. It was all so disgustingly domestic and I loved it. Since Kurt’s condo was infinitely nicer than my shithole apartment, it naturally became our home base. I already had part of a closet and some drawers. All my valuables had been transferred over, and other than some occasional trips to show my neighbors what good gay sex sounded like or to pick up random items, I’d been at “our place” ever since. Which is where I found myself now, shivering, and under blankets on the couch. I took some ibuprofen, drank some juice, and curled up to watch some shitty daytime TV. The next thing I remember is feeling his lips (and stubble) on my forehead. “Hey babe, how you feeling?” he asked quietly. “Pretty meh,” I mustered. “Yeah, I remember what it was like. You’re most likely seroconverting now, and your body is gonna feel it.” “Maybe it’s just a cold. There’s been a lot of crap going around,” I offered, mainly to rile him up a little. “Are you suggesting that I’m not as fertile as I claimed to be?” he said in mock frustration. “Well, I dunno. It’s been almost two months with near daily breedings. Maybe your swimmers just can’t get me pregnant?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “You fucker,” he growled. “You’re gonna regret that.” * * I was feeling a touch better later that evening, after some soup and a long nap. I woke up on the couch, and Kurt was sitting in the chair across from me, naked, and watching me sleep. He was also slowly jacking that enormous meat of his. “Wakey, Wakey… time for snakey,” he sing-songed. I rolled my eyes. “Are you serious, coming at me with that? I’m tired and feeling gross. I probably have just enough energy to get in bed.” “Oh, we’re getting in bed alright,” he stated. “That’s where I’m going to fuck you. It’s been two days and I need to empty these nuts.” “Stud, I don’t know if I….” I started. He cut me off. “This isn’t a request. I AM going to fuck you. You’re converting. You know it. I know it. And I want to put one more fat, poz load in your guts to seal the deal.” His amber eyes had that dark glitter about them, so I knew he was in full sex mode at this point and would not be dissuaded. So I hauled my ass off the couch, popped 3 more ibuprofen, and headed to the bathroom to prepare myself. When I walked into the bedroom, I was expecting that porn would be going, and the sling to be up and ready. But no. Soft music was playing and the room was lit by several electric candles scattered about to give the space ambiance. He was standing next to the bed, all shy looking. In the center of the bed was a towel with a single red rose on it. Naturally the lube and poppers were handy too. “What’s all this?” I asked, confused. “This will be our anniversary, so I wanted it to be special,” he said kind of sheepishly. “I thought our anniversary was the day before labor day... When we first got together?” “Well, that’s one anniversary, yeah,” he said. “But tonight will be the anniversary of when we become joined by a bond that can’t be broken and you become mine forever.” Even in my not-feeling-so-great state, hearing him talk like this was doing it for me. I felt myself boning up and feeling that need for seed. I walked over to where he stood and looked up at him expectantly. He kissed me then, and just like it had done since the very beginning, it electrified my senses. “Tonight is all about you, babe,” he said. And he proceeded to kiss down my body, slowly. And then he engulfed my swollen dick with his mouth. This was a bit of a different side of Kurt, and I wasn’t sure where it was all going. I mean, I was most comfortable in the roll of “bottom cumdump”. I get off on guys just using me selfishly for their pleasure. Being used as a hole is what turns ME on most- the more degrading the better. A guy just using me as a human fleshlight will make my toes curl every time, and if he verbally degrades me during I’ll most likely cum no handed. So having Kurt be the attentive one was definitely throwing me off a little, but I decided to go with it. After sucking me a good long while, he slowly spun me around, bent me over the bed, and started eating my ass. This was also something he rarely did- as it was typically my job to eat his. But I fucking love being rimmed, and his stubble and stache grating against my hole were lighting me up like a Christmas tree. Pretty soon I was begging for his dick to be inside me. I got pretty insistent about it, which earned a huff of a laugh into my twitching butthole. “Ok, buckaroo, I can see what you need,” he smiled as I crawled to the middle of the bed. I smelled the rose before flinging it to a nightstand. “Woses… how owdinawy,” I said, doing my best Madeline Kahn. He genuinely laughed at this and favored me with one of his megawatt smiles. “You are so fucking corny- I love you.” “I know,” I said with a smirk. “It WAS a red rose after all.” “Yes. Red. For Love… and blood,” he growled, his eyes hooded and gleaming. “I need your dick in my mouth. Now,” I commanded. I figured if this was all about me tonight, I was gonna be a bossy bottom. “As you wish,” he quipped, as he maneuvered himself to present his massive tool for my enjoyment. Kurt’s cock really was just about the biggest I’d ever seen. I may have sucked a couple bigger ones in my day (some longer, some thicker) but his was definitely at the farthest end of the bell curve. It was like a true 9, and also very girthy. Straight and hard, with a darker, ruddy flared head on it. The shaft was almost the same thickness for the entire length- like a thicker can of red bull. But there was a magic spot about an inch and a half down from the head, where the shaft bulged ever so slightly thicker. This is what made his cock special. The way that thicker portion tugged out on my hole when fucking me, or feeling it just push past my second ring… fuck. It was absolute heaven in flesh form. I worshipped his meat with my mouth as best I could. I’ll fully admit, I’m a terrible cock sucker. I do it, but mainly just to get the cock wet for my ass. I have a terrible gag reflex and my jaw and neck always get tired doing it. But feeling his cockhead lodging in my throat definitely got my engine revving. Taking additional advantage of the “it’s all about me” night, I decided that I was going to ride his cock for something new. I know, right? Sex for two months, and I hadn’t ridden his cock yet? Outlandish! But yeah, we never had. I’m a big fan of doggy and/or sling fucks (again—I like being used) and Kurt was only too happy to oblige me in this regard as he was definitely an alpha top ass-user. I mean, I’d been on my back on the bed a bit, and on my side and stomach. But it was all where Kurt was in control of it all. I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed the lube, and started slathering his cock (and my hole) while he lay there, his hands still behind his head. He made a move to get up and I shook my head and pushed him back down gently. He looked at me quizzically, but quickly cottoned on when I started moving up to straddle him. “Well, this is… different,” he said, a bit unsure. “All about me, remember big guy?” I said as I positioned his head at my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and got ready. “As you… OH!” he said, as I slammed myself all the way down on his dick. It hurt. My god it hurt like hell to do it like that! And his head was wedged up against my second ring which was DEFINITELY not open yet. But I wanted it to hurt. I also wanted to show him I could take him and take my pleasure from him. I paused with him in me, my eyes squeezed shut in a grimace, sweat beading on my forehead. “Jesus, bud, you ok?” He said with some genuine concern. “This is our anniversary, so we better make this count.” I gritted out. I hit the spray poppers next, and slowly started to fuck myself on his prong. By about the third stroke, I was able to pop him into my second ring, and I left it there for a minute as I milked him with my hole. He growled in appreciation as I knew he would, and I bent down to kiss him. I loved kissing him as I was fully impaled on him! We fucked like this for awhile. I was getting quite the leg and hip workout riding up and down for that full length. He was assisting me by having his meaty hands at my hips, helping to lift me up and pulling me down. Occasionally he would reach up to flick my nipples, knowing this would send my hole into a milking frenzy on his dick. He could sense I was getting tired though, so eventually he pulled me down to a kiss, and then slowly worked me onto my back. It was time for me to be used, and I started to tell him so. “Sir, I need….” He loved it when I called him Sir. “Shhhhh,” he interrupted me. “I know. Don’t you think I know what you need by now?” He moved the pillow from behind my head and spread my legs a bit. He cupped his hands at my knee pits so he could push my legs down and out. And then he started to drill my hole. Hard. I was in full fuckpig mode at this point, so there was nothing but pleasure for me in his wrecking my cunt. His cock was making the heavens open up when he went deep, and the tug on my hole was tingling all my nerve endings. And all that meat in between was like a Mack truck driving across my prostate. He was going to force my load out no-handed again… it was just a matter of time. I just hope I could hold out as long as him. Eventually he got my knees up on his shoulders so he could really piston into me with his full weight. I cupped my hands around the back of his neck so I could stare at him as he wrung his pleasure from me. “Cum in me, sir. Please. Please, sir,” I begged. “I’m getting so close, bud. Gonna knock up that sweet ass of yours once and for all,” he grunted. “Gonna make you mine. You’re gonna be mine forever after this.” He was really fucking me with everything he had now. I could feel his cock getting that little extra bit harder that he did right before he came. I knew all of his tells now. I waited until I could see the orgasm in his eyes. “Until death do us part,” I whispered. With a loud “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” he unleashed his toxic seed deep inside me. He made sure to plant his cock all the way to the hilt so I could feel his head pulsing up past my second ring because he knew I liked that the best. When his orgasm subsided, he noticed I hadn’t cum yet. So without me having to ask, he got his hands in my knee pits again, and started fucking me slowly with his still hard cock. He stared at me intently as he did this. Then he started his verbal assault. “You liked that, didn’t you, you fuckin pig? You liked me leaving a fucking cumload deep in that cunt of yours? That filthy fucking pig cunt? You’re just a fuckin hole to me, you know that? I just say all the love crap to keep you hot for my dick. You’re nothing but a fucking cum receptacle. A hole. A cock socket. You exist to get my dick off. And guess what, you stupid fucker? I’m POZ! You just got filled with a dirty fuckin load. I’m grinding that toxic seed into your ass walls. Hope you like getting pozzed up you stupid fucking….” “UGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” I cried, as my first volley of cum spattered my chest and chin. Several more spurts came afterward, as I unloaded my balls everywhere. He kept fucking me slowly to push out every drop. I shook with ecstasy every time his cock pushed deep. He buried himself in me, and then started playing with my nipples. It was almost more than I could bear and my asshole danced like mad on his dick. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk out another one!” he warned. Without pulling out, he worked me onto my hands and knees, and started throwing the dick to me again. Hard and fast. As I had already cum, I was kind of in “exit only” mode, but I also knew I wanted to get him off again. So I hit the poppers hard and let him have me. I do my best bottoming work doggy, and have been known to pull the load out of a guy with my ass skills. So I set to working and milking and gripping my hole on him, all while throwing my ass back to meet his thrusts. It was not long before I was treated to a long, guttural grunt and the quick throb of his cock inside me, signaling that I had just done my job successfully yet again. This time, when he was finished, he pulled out slowly and then smacked his wet dick on my ass. We collapsed in a heap on the bed. As we cuddled later, and as I was starting to drift off, he said, “You know I didn’t really mean that bit about…” “Shhhh,” I interrupted. “Being in love means never having to say you’re sorry for things said to get your cock socket to cum no handed.” “Dork,” he chuckled. * * About a week later when I was basically back to feeling like myself, Kurt suggested that it might be time for me to get to the doctor. “Just to confirm our suspicions, you know. For the sake of science,” he said. “You just want to know if your track record is still intact, you sick fuck,” I said jokingly. “I’ll call and set up something for next week or so.” “Keep me posted,” he hummed happily. I was masking my feelings pretty well around Kurt and I kept up my typical jovial banter, but inwardly I was concerned. Concerned and worried and nervous and scared and a whole lot of other emotions. Ok, so maybe I had technically been ‘bug chasing’ in a matter of speaking, but it wasn’t really about that. It was more about getting Kurt, not about getting sick. He just happened get off on pozzing guys, so that was the tradeoff I decided to make. And it was indeed my decision, one which I fully embraced. I chose to let him breed me that first time, to give him what he wanted. I could have done the day after treatment, but I chose not to. And I also chose—repeatedly—to let him try to convert me through almost daily breeding sessions. But now, after having a week of fever and chills, it suddenly became real. Like REAL real. Like “what have I done” real. Was it worth it? Was Kurt worth it? What would happen next? I found myself worrying about healthcare for the first time in my life. And job security. And HIV stigma. And medication cost. And side effects. And sickness. I knew I needed to find out early in order to get started on a pill regimen if I was positive, but I didn’t want to take that first step yet. But the ‘what happens next’ question also applied to other aspects of my life moving forward. And would I be moving forward with Kurt. Was there even an ‘us’? I know Kurt said he wanted to convert me so that we could be together forever, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was really serious about that. And all this is what paralyzed me and kept me from setting up a doctor’s appointment. These thoughts were consuming my brain every minute of the day and causing me to spiral down the rabbit hole of unknowns. I was unfocused at work and I wasn’t sleeping well. And I was really starting to get depressed. At home, I was becoming quiet and lethargic. I was even starting to beg off going to the gym with Kurt (which I normally enjoyed). I mean, who wouldn’t want to go watch their boyfriend in tight gym clothes, lifting weights, getting all sweaty and making other boys drool? Anyway, I managed to keep Kurt at bay for an additional two weeks or so, with flimsy excuses as to why I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet. I was tired. I had to work. The holidays had me down. There weren’t any appointments before Thanksgiving. Let’s wait till December between the holidays. Finally, Kurt started losing his patience with me. “Dude, you need to get tested,” he grumbled. “Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” I laughed, while gesturing to myself. I was desperately trying to deflect where this conversation was headed. “C’mon. We need to know. YOU need to know. You aren’t scared about it or anything, are you?” he goaded. “No, I’m not scared,” I lied. “Then why haven’t gone in? It’s seriously like 10 minutes and done. Easy peasy.” “There just hasn’t been a good time for me,” I said weakly. Kurt gave me ‘the look’ over the tops of his gold frame 70’s aviator frame glasses that made him look like a porn star. “Do it. Before this weekend.” “Oh Yes SIR,” I saluted. As much as he liked me calling him Sir, he did NOT like it when I used it sarcastically. This earned me an exasperated sigh and a ‘time out’ until dinner. And as you can probably guess, the end of the week rolled around and I still hadn’t gotten tested. Kurt had actually been good and not brought up the subject since our little spat earlier in the week. He also let me mope about without peppering me with more questions. I figured he was finally giving me space, which was nice of him. And he definitely had NOT withheld on the sex, thank God, although the volume was way down, which added to my fears, as Kurt basically needed sex daily. Still, I’d been pretty quiet and introspective all week and it didn’t go unnoticed. When I got home on Friday, I found him waiting for me expectantly. “Get changed, Eyore. I’m taking you out on a date,” he said. Perhaps this is what I needed to help get my mind off things. So, I did as I was instructed and got ready. As I was choosing what to wear I called out, “Where are we going?” “Nowhere fancy, just the usual. But wear the 501’s. I wanna show off my boyfriend’s hot ass.” Oh yes sir, I thought and smiled for the first time all week. We hopped in his car, and he reached over and held my hand as we drove. We listened to music and I just let him drive and was happy. But then I noticed we were not exactly going to our typical restaurant areas. “Babe, where exactly are we going?” I said, as I started to get alarmed. “Um… ok. Don’t be mad,” he started. “Hearing the words ‘don’t be mad’ is basically a surefire way to make me mad. What did you do?” I clapped back. “I made us an appointment at my doctor,” he came clean. Suddenly I felt like a dog that had been promised a car ride only to discover it was a trip to the Vet. “Jesus, you’re unbelievable!” I spat. “I just KNEW you wouldn’t do it yourself, so I’m making it happen. We’re doing this and getting it over with. My doctor is very cool and supportive and it’ll be painless. And I’m going with you to be there for you, no matter what,” he stated loudly and with finality. I sulked in the seat next to him with my arms crossed and refused to look at him. I know I was being a petulant child about it all, but I don’t think I can accurately describe just how much my stomach was in knots at that moment. My guts basically turned to liquid and I nearly started hyperventilating as it felt like we were speeding along to my execution. We rolled up to his doctor’s office, where we were obviously the last appointment of the day as the lot was basically empty. The doctor greeted us the moment we were in the door. “Hey, I was almost beginning to give up on you guys,” he said congenially as he hugged Kurt. “Hi, I’m Doctor Stone, but you can call me Doc. Most everyone does.” He shook my hand. Kurt had a very good relationship with his doctor all things considered, which is how he wangled this appointment even without me being a patient. At least not yet. Doctor Stone was gay and about 60, and admittedly a stone-cold fox. He had silver hair and a full beard, and was definitely rocking a great body beneath a very snug smock. Kurt told me that he frequently participated in triathelons and he had even been a Mr. Leather a couple years prior. The good doctor even took 3rd overall at IML—which I could totally see after meeting him in person. And while I don’t think the doc knew ALL of Kurt’s… proclivities… he definitely appeared to have his finger on the pulse of the gay community, specifically the leather/kink community. Having a hot, built, gay, leatherdaddy doctor though was not necessarily going to make this any easier for me. If anything, I was now also feeling shame and embarrassment on top of my fears. “Where’s your staff?” I asked. “Oh, they’ve left for the day. For what you’re here for, I can do all the work—if that’s ok,” he said earnestly. I nodded. “Kurt, why don’t you wait here for us, and I’ll just take him on back. We’ll get you when we’re done,” the Doc said. So Kurt sat down in the waiting room, and started playing on his phone. I followed the Doc back, butterflies jackhammering in my guts. We got back to the exam room and he sat me down. He sat down too, smiled warmly, and he took my hand. “I want you to know that no matter what the results, it’s going to be ok. YOU are going to be ok. You know that, right?” he patted my hand comfortingly. “This is just knowledge, and knowledge is power.” I nodded and swallowed thickly. “So, do you know if you’ve been exposed to HIV?” he asked, even though I was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Yes,” I answered quietly. “I mean, yes I know I’ve been exposed.” He nodded. “And, do you think you might be HIV positive?” he enquired. “Yes,” I answered again. “Why do you think that?” “Well, Doc. I got pretty sick with kind of a flu-like illness about a month ago. And I’d been, um, having lots of unprotected sex before that.” And while I was deliberately obtuse about exactly with whom I’d been having the sex, I was pretty sure the good Doctor knew. The Doc nodded. “Ok then. I’m going to do two tests—one is the quick oral swab test. The other will be the blood antibody test. I’ll go ahead and draw the blood, as I can get that test going as the confirmatory sample.” And then the Doc set about to work. He swabbed my mouth and found a good vein and drew some blood. When he was done, he stood up. “Now I’m going to process these—it won’t take long. Just wait here. And remember what I said. Everything is going to be ok, kiddo.” And with a wink and a warm smile, he left me to wait. * * After what felt like an eternity, the Doctor came back in. I tried to read his face, but couldn’t. My guess is that he’d learned to school his expression after doing hundreds of these tests. He sat down across from me again. I almost couldn’t breathe. “Your oral test came back positive for HIV,” he stated. “Oof, way to pull that bandaid right off, Doc,” I said, a warm dizziness rushing over me. “The second test will confirm it shortly, but I wanted to start preparing you for the outcome. How are you feeling at this moment?” He asked with care in his eyes. “I… don’t know? A little shocked and sad maybe? Although if I’m being honest, I’m not surprised given my recent behavior. I think deep down I knew that was always going to be the outcome. But I don’t think I’m fully grasping the reality of it all yet. But I mean, I’m not gonna burst into tears or off myself anything, if that’s what you were getting at.” The Doctor smiled good-naturedly. “That was a good answer. I know it’s a lot to take in, even if you had a sneaky feeling you might be HIV positive. And even if you may have… deliberately… been acting in a manner contrary to being safe. It’s always a bit of a shock to hear the words spoken aloud. I mean, I still remember when I got my diagnosis 20 years ago.” “Wait. You’re poz?” I asked, somewhat startled. “I am. It’s very well managed, as it has been for two decades. I’m undetectable and very healthy. Just as you can be once on meds. Like I said, kiddo, you will be just fine regardless.” “It seems weird that a gay Doctor of your… generation… who treats gay men is HIV positive, given all your expertise and training and the AIDS crisis and stuff,” I said. He looked at me deeply. “I may be a Doctor, but I’m human too. I think people tend to forget that last part. And I’m a gay human, with very strong sexual urges and questionable decision-making skills in certain scenarios. Much like you, I’d wager. Honestly though, I choose to view myself as lucky. I’m healthy, and I feel that being positive gives me a better understanding of what it all means, so that I can treat my patients with empathy a greater level of care. I can also draw on my own sexual history in order to be non-judgmental. My goal is to be there for my patients. To listen and be a good medical provider. So, a guy can tell me he’s a barebacking cumslut who gets off on taking dirty loads, and it doesn’t phase me one bit.” He was looking at me intently as he said this last bit. I blushed strongly at his words. “Well, as you may have guessed I’m not exactly an angel…” I said. “Been there, done that, got charged and have the receipts,” he chuckled. And instantly I was more at ease and the knot in my guts started to relax a bit. “I’m going to go check your other test and I’ll be right back.” And he was off again. The Doc came back a few minutes later and it was confirmed. I was now officially HIV+. It still didn’t quite feel real to me, and my head was swimming a bit, but I also felt lighter than I had in months. Like a weight had been lifted. The doc and I chatted a bit more and he offered me his services as a primary physician. I told him I’d like that very much. He told me to call soon to set up an appointment when I was ready where we could discuss treatment options. The good Doctor walked me back out front. As soon as we stepped into the waiting room, Kent was on his feet, looking at me expectantly. I decided to be a bit mean. “Down boy, it was a false alarm,” I said with a smile. The look on Kurt’s face was priceless. He tried to smile and not show his bitter disappointment, and he failed miserably at both. I knew I was going to let him off the hook eventually, but not just yet. And not here in front of his doctor. “Thanks, Doc for taking this extra time out of a Friday for me,” I said genuinely. “Any time,” he said. “Now you two have a fun evening. Oh, need any condoms? They’re free.” He grabbed a basket off the reception desk and waived them at us. I took one to be nice, and the Doc winked at me conspiratorially. “And Kurt- it’s about time you visited for a checkup, don’t you think?” Kurt promised to visit in the next few weeks. They hugged goodbye, and the doc whispered something to him. Kurt nodded sheepishly. Then he grabbed my hand as we headed out. * * After the Doctor’s visit, he took me to my favorite place- Tres Gattos. A little dive Mexican cantina off the beaten path that had killer margs, damn good queso and burritos the size of your head. We sat in the booth and ordered our usual, and I found Kurt to be a bit quieter than normal. “What’s up, Buttercup?” I asked, wanting to watch him squirm a bit longer. “Oh, nothing,” he said sullenly. “Dude, cut the crap. You’re upset about something. What is it? You upset I’m still neg?” “Um, Yeah, actually. And I feel bad for feeling upset about it, ok? I should be glad you’re still ok. But damnit, I was SO sure you were gonna be! I was positive we had an anniversary to celebrate, pun intended. I… I even had a gift ready for you,” he said, eyes downcast. “You’ve been ‘gifting’ me for awhile now, stud,” I quipped. I thought for sure he’d chuckle at my “gift” joke. Instead he just sighed and looked at me like a sad puppy. “Can I ask what the gift is?” I said hopefully. Quietly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. A fucking RING box. And if THAT didn’t just make me feel like the prize asshole of the century. “Duuuuuude,” I exhaled. “Whutdafuk is that?” “Go ahead… open it,” he said glumly. I opened it slowly, and my heart kind of stuttered a bit. Inside was a Claddagh ring. Gold. I just sat there with the open box in my hand, starting at it. “There’s an inscription, too,” he said. I picked it up, and inside the band it said: Forever mine, 11/5/18. Our anniversary date. The supposed date of my conversion. I put the ring back in the box, closed it, and set it on the table. Jesus he was going to be mad. “Ok, so don’t be mad…” I started. His eyes snapped up to mine. “When you say “don’t be mad” that’s a surefire way to make me mad,” he said dangerously. “Um… so, back at the Doc’s office? I may have, um… fibbed… a little? About my diagnosis? Kind of?” He stared at me blankly, his jaw slack. “Because I am. Um. Positive.” “You’re positive,” he said flatly. “Yes. I’m quite positive that I’m… positive. So… surprise?” I said through a toothy, tight smile. He looked at me for probably a good 10 seconds before “Why the fuck would you DO that?” Yeah, he was kinda pissed. “Oh, I don’t know,” I whispered hotly. “Maybe because my boyfriend hijacked me to a doctor’s appointment after promising a date night?” “Dude! I cannot even. Just… dude.” He said shaking his head. “I thought you’d be happier to hear that we’re pregnant,” I said with a sigh. Kurt just gave me his ‘over-the-glasses’ look again, appraising me quietly. (He was wearing his glasses more now, because he knew how the gold frames highlighted his honey-amber eyes, and how much the 70’s porn stud look turned me on). Even pissed at me, he was so goddamn sexy. He was not going to make this easy. “Here. Let’s do this again,” I said as I slid the ring back across the table. “It’s really very nice and very sweet. I promise to act surprised when you give it to me. Here, take it.” He snatched up the ring box and stashed it in his pocket again. “Nope. I don’t think I want to give it to you now,” he said with a sniff. “I better get that ring. Don’t make me withhold sex from you.” “HA! As if you could say no to all this,” he said pointing to his crotch. A small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “Oh I know,” he said smugly as he popped a chip in his mouth. We locked eyes over the table, and I could tell that he wasn’t pissed at me anymore. He was now just toying with me, because he could. And because he knew that I secretly liked verbal sparring very much. His eyes were dark and glittery again, and I could read his mind like it was a large print book. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make it up to you somehow,” I said with as much wicked innuendo as I could muster. I downed my margarita in about 3 gulps and then very slowly licked the salt off the rim. His eyes were glued to my tongue the entire time. Then I stood up and announced that I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got out of the booth, I made a show of dropping my wallet accidentally, and bent over slowly to retrieve it. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze boring a hole through my 501’s. Because I know Kurt and what date night can mean, I prepped my ass as part of getting dressed for our date. I also brought a small bottle of lube, because you just never know when or where we may go at it hammer and tongs. Which made our sex life all the more exciting. The men’s room at Tres Gattos was just about what you’d expect. Terra cotta tile floor, cheap Mexican tile on the walls. It was a two-holer, a urinal and a toilet, both just open, and a small counter with a sink. It was definitely not the cleanest bathroom, and there was always a stale beer piss smell in the air. And naturally there was also a lock on the door. We had made use of this lock before. I had my pants dropped to my ankles while I stood at the urinal, my ass lubed for him. I actually did have to piss, so I was just finishing that as he came in. I didn’t flush. I just stood and waited as he locked the door. “I told Jorge we’d be back to the table in a few and to keep our food warm for us,” Kurt whispered as he came up behind. Jorge was our favorite cute, gay waiter with whom we loved to flirt. I think Jorge had a little thing for me, which made Kurt a wee bit jealous. Which I loved. Jorge also knew what was up, so he took good care of us. And we tipped generously. “Now about that ring,” I said as I lubed up Kurt’s dick. Kurt really gets off on public sex, of course. Hell, the first time I met him he was knocking up a guy in a bathroom at our local gay bar! When we’re at home, he takes his sweet time in cumming. He can almost go indefinitely, but he’s good about sensing when I am almost about out of patience for the load. Now, the nice thing for me with the public sex is that Kurt cums fairly easily. He knows we have to be expeditious with it, so it’s all about the hot, dirty, pump n dump scene. I figured I could get a quick load from him this time, especially with the ace up my sleeve. I arched my back and leaned my chest forward to the urinal. I could smell the rank piss which admittedly was turning me on as his huge cockhead pushed into me. I worked my ass on him as we worked him in past the thick part. He grabbed my hips and started in with quick, shallow thrusts. It was all I could do to relax without my usual poppers, but the scene was turning me on too. I definitely liked knowing I could flash my ass and get him to breed me anytime, anywhere. I started to work my hole on his cock, and he snarled appreciatively. Mindful of Jorge and our food, I decided to play my ace. “I guess you did it after all,” I said. “Did what?” he grunted. “You finally knocked me up. Those poz swimmers of yours finally took. Yeah, fuck my newly poz cunt, sir. YOU did that. It’s yours. You put your stamp in it, and now I’m toxic too! That dirty fucking DNA is in me forever now. Yeah, sir! Add to my viral load! Do it! Give this cumdump another fithy fuckload!” “Ugggghhhh!” he grunted quietly as his dick started throbbing inside me. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he whispered, his forehead resting against me as he parked his dick and emptied himself. Now, one of the best things about the pump n dump stand up sex with Kurt is that he’s NOT all the way up in my colon when he cums. Don’t get me wrong, I LIVE for that. But I also like this. Here he’s only about halfway in with his dick, so I really feel the spurts of his load. I also tend to feel really greasy-wet and full afterward. It’s hot as hell. It’s also a crapshoot (pun intended) to see if I can keep it all in me, or if it starts to leak out. Once he was spent, he pulled out and a bit of his load leaked out and started to run down the back of my thigh. I scooped it up, and fingered it back into my hole. He grabbed a wet paper towel and tossed it to me, and then he grabbed another and cleaned himself off. We then made ourselves presentable, washed up, and headed back to the table where Jorge had left us two fresh margaritas. I sat in the booth with a satiated smile on my face. I kept staring at Kurt, and he kept staring right back at me, half smiling. “I don’t know if that quite makes up for things,” he said, “but here. For you.” He pulled out the ring box again and slid it across the table. “For ME? Well I DECLARE!” I drawled while blinking rapidly and fanning myself. He laughed and groaned simultaneously. “Oh Jesus, just try the stupid thing on already.” I took it out of the box, smiled, and handed it to him. “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it,” I sang quietly, as I flourished my hand. He slid it on my right ring finger- the heart facing me, not outward, to show that my heart was taken. And it fit perfectly, and I stared at it appreciatively. “Where’s yours?” I asked. “One cannot buy a claddagh ring for oneself, it’s bad luck,” he said dismissively as if everyone knew this. “So I guess you’ll be expecting a blowjob later,” I grimaced. “Blowies for jewelry is an age old understanding between men and their bitches,” he smiled. “Careful there,” I cautioned. And he flashed me his big, dimpled smile, knowing I would swoon. It completely worked, the bastard. Jorge came back then with our food then. He smiled knowingly and asked if we had washed up and if he needed to perhaps tidy up the men’s room? We assured him that we left it just fine. He joked that perhaps he should put a camera in there, just to make sure the customers were being safe. “Oh, we’re never safe,” we told him in unison. I then mentioned that I was ‘embarazada’ now, and how he blushed at that! But I also saw a distinct, hefty tenting in his black trousers, as he left us to our meals. “If you keep being mean to me, I can always give Jorge my ass,” I suggested. Kurt growled. “Not if he knows what’s good for him. There’s a ring on that shit. It’s MINE now.” I laughed and we finished our meals and hand another margarita apiece. Jorge was lovely and I enjoyed making him blush a couple more times. We made sure to leave an even larger tip than usual before heading home. * * Later that night in bed, I played with the ring on my finger and my mind was whirring a million miles an hour. I was too keyed up to sleep. Kurt was spooning me (I was almost always little spoon) and I guess he picked up on my restlessness. He shifted and rested his head right up at my neck. “What’s going on, bud?” he asked quietly. “Nothing. Just can’t sleep. Probably the burrito baby kicking,” I lied. I just didn’t think I was ready to unload all my crazy thoughts onto him. “Mmm-hmmm,” he said and he squeezed me a bit tighter. He let me stew and simmer a bit longer before he spoke again. “We haven’t talked about it yet. You testing positive, I mean. I guess we cleverly distracted ourselves with sex when we got home. But I know it has to be weighing heavily on you. It’s weighing on me too. So… talk to me, Goose. What’s going on in that delightfully chaotic brain of yours.” I lay quietly as I tried to decide what I wanted to say that wouldn’t freak him out. I eventually decided to downplay it a bit. “I’m just… processing it all. You know? Wondering what happens next. Where my life goes from here. What it all means. Just tiny, insignificant shit like that.” “Baby, your life isn’t going to change that much- trust me. You are going to be fine. And I’m going to be right here with you through thick and thin,” He said confidently. “Will you, though?” I pondered aloud. Which as soon as it left my mouth I knew to be a mistake. “What do you mean by that?” Kurt asked, a slight edge in his voice. I scooched away from him and took a deep breath before speaking into the darkness. “Are you happy? Happy that I’m positive and that you are the one infected me?” I asked in a soft voice. He was quiet for a minute before answering. “Maybe… yes? Kind of? But I’m sad, too. Or melancholy about it. And scared, too a bit. It’s a whole mixture of things. I’m sure the Germans have some sort of compound word for it.” “What happens now that you knocked me up?” I said. “What do you mean “what happens now”? “I mean, what happens to me? To us?” “We live happily ever after?” he suggested. “I’m serious, Kurt,” I said, moving myself to the edge of the bed in self-imposed isolation. “I dunno. I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.” Oh god. There was a leak in the dyke and everything was starting to pour out of me, unchecked. “Like, because the chase is done, what happens to me now? What’s to become of me? I mean, what’s the point of fucking me anymore because I already caught the bug, right? Am I some sort of “pig”malion that you dump back in the gutter so you can find another negative conquest to dickmatize and infect?” “Whoa whoa whoa! DickmaWHAT? Where’s this coming from?” he said alarmed. I was still turned away from him in the dark and my agitation level had risen dramatically now. I spoke the fears in my heart into the darkness. “Kurt, I don’t know what you can possibly see in me now. The one thing I had to offer you, my negative virginity, is gone. Kaput. So what’s my value to you? Certainly it’s not my hole, as you can find one of those anywhere. And I’m just a stupid boy with a stupid crush who was stupid enough to let you infect me and now I’m going to be dumped and nobody will date me because I’m tainted goods so I’ll be doomed to spend the rest of my life alone and I’ll die one of those big city deaths where nobody knows I’m gone until the stench drifts into the hallway.” I was almost hyperventilating now. “You regret becoming HIV positive?” he asked point blank. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know exactly how to answer him yet. “Oh my god. Do you resent me?” he asked in a panic. “What? I don’t…” I sort of fumbled. “You just told me you were stupid for letting me infect you. Do. You. Resent. Me?” he stated, very pointedly. Again I didn’t answer immediately. “Oh jesus. You do. So it’s just a matter of time, then. The resentment will fester and then you’ll leave me. Maybe not like Bo did, but you will. Jesus. I’ve ruined another life and another chance. How fucked up is this?” he laughed bitterly as he rolled away from me. And now it was my turn to panic more. Kurt was starting to shut down, which was not good. “Kurt… it isn’t… Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to get tested. Or talk about all this because my brain isn’t ready for this yet.” “Whatever,” he sighed. “Message received. Loud and clear.” “Whoa. Now you hold the fuck up for one minute. I just went through a life-altering diagnosis today, so I think I’ve earned a little leeway here,” I said, getting snippy. “I’m sorry if I haven’t processed everything into coherent, easily digestible soundbites for your consumption.” Kurt didn’t say anything. “Ok, since my brain is on the fritz at the moment, I’m just gonna go full open kimono on you,” I said. “Open kimono? Really?” I could hear a tinge of amusement in his voice. “It means…” I started. “I know what it means, slugger. It was just… odd… to hear boardroom speak in the middle of our heart to heart.” “It still applies. Kind of. So. I’m just going to go ahead and do something I never do. Which is lay bear my heart. Regardless of the outcome. And you’re going to let me, because I deserve it.” Kurt was still rolled away from me and he didn’t say anything. But I could tell he was waiting intently. “Kurt? I’m kind of a mess at the moment. I’m a jumble of emotions, but fear is the dominating one right now. And it isn’t fear about HIV so much… it’s more fear of losing you.” “Baby! I told…” he started as he rolled over to face me. “Shhhhhh,” I admonished. “I’m nowhere near done yet.” He scooched closer until our knees touched under the covers. “Do I regret getting HIV? Yeah, kinda, if I’m being honest. But only because it complicates shit. Life would be probably a whole lot easier if we were both neg and on prep and free to be our slutty fucking piggy selves. But that isn’t our story. So the poz thing was the price I had to pay in order to keep you. So I paid it. And no, I don’t resent you for it.” “I really like you, Kurt. And I… I love you. Like Head over heels love. Hopelessly and helplessly. And I really like what we’re… doing. I totally like being your… hole. And I’m pretty sure you like me being that for you. But part of my fear is that this is all I really am to you.” “Baby, that’s not…” he started to protest. I cut him off by putting my hand on his mouth briefly. “Kurt… To me, you’re… everything. You are all and you are more. You’ve become so important in my life so quickly that it scares the everloving fuck out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever. I look at you and you’re so beautiful that it hurts. Literally physically hurts. My chest gets tight and I can’t breathe sometimes. You’re like this hotter, builter, sexier mustachioed version of Henry Cavil and I can’t even. Seeing your body- in or out of clothes- gives me butterflies. When I see your dimples, my knees get weak. Your touch is like an electric shock on my skin. Your gaze makes me shiver. And when you blast me with your full smile? I can’t hold a single coherent thought in my head.” “So, you like me for my body and my mustache,” he sighed. “Not done talking,” I chastised. “And yes. Physically you crank me to 11. But it goes way beyond your physical charms. You make me laugh. You make me want to make YOU laugh. I want to talk with you and explore with you. I love just sitting with you quietly. You make me feel taken care of. I’m comfortable around you and I finally feel like my true self. My darker self. And when you hold me, I feel safe. As I think about all this and it feels like a crazy dream.” He reached out and grabbed my hands under the covers and held them. “And I’m terrified,” I whispered, “that one day you’ll wake up and just decide I’m not worth it and ditch me to find a better hole. Or worse, grow tired of me and start treating me with utter indifference. Seeing you look at me again like I’m worthless… like you did in the bar that one night… would absolutely destroy me, Kurt. And I’m so fucking scared that it’s coming.” “I can handle the poz thing. I can handle the being alone thing. And I can even handle you throwing me away- I think. As long as I don’t get even more invested than I am right now. Because the longer this goes… the longer we go… the easier it will be for you to crush me. So, if you think that this is the way it’s going, can you please tell me now, so I can maybe salvage something of myself?” Kurt was quiet. Quiet for a long time. And the longer the silence went, the more scared I got. Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kurt? Can you say something? Please?” “Oh, are you through open-kimonoing now? Is it my turn?” he said, softly sarcastic. “Yes. I’m done. For now. I think. Maybe not.” I babbled. “First of all let me just say… “ he drew a big breath, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I pushed you to get tested. I’m sorry I didn’t think about the impact to you and what you might be feeling. I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding. I should have been much more empathetic and listened to you had I taken the time to remember what it was like for me.” “Oh, It’s…” I started to say before he cut me off. “Hush now. It’s my turn,” He said with a smile in his voice. “You said that you worried that you were just a hole to me. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am endlessly captivated by you and am hopelessly in love with you. I love that you’re this sexy dork, with a quick wit and deep intelligence that keeps me on my toes. I love your brain! And I love that you are kind and thoughtful. I love the way you look at me, it turns my insides molten.” “So I’m a dork that stares at you like a goober,” I sighed, trying not to smile. “Not done talking yet,” he mimicked sarcastically. “Yes. You are a dork. MY dork. But you know what the best part about you is? It’s that you have absolutely NO clue how hot you are. None! You are completely oblivious, and it’s endearing and frustrating and it makes me want to shake you sometimes. But damned if it doesn’t also make you even that much hotter.” “I am SO not…” I started again and Kurt actually growled at me. “Got it. Shutting up now.” I swallowed. “You ARE hot. AND oblivious. God, I love going to the gym with you because so many guys check you out, it’s ridiculous. And you have no idea it’s happening. You’re like this tight body, otter version of Julian Edelman, with an ass that just sits up and begs. You know, I’ve actually had guys walk up to me and ask me about you and what our deal is. A couple guys have even given me their number for me to give to you, as they weren’t sure how to approach you. Hell, I don’t get half the attention that you do and it’s starting to bruise my ego a bit. And the 501’s? Your ass can stop traffic in the 501’s.” I was blushing now, the heat filling my cheeks. “I like spending time with you too. I like watching movies with you and our date nights. And yes, I like the sex. and that you are my insatiable honey hole. I trust that much is obvious! But like you, I’m worried about the sex part, too. I’m worried that all I am to you is a big cock and a high sex drive. What happens when my body starts to go or my libido wanes and I can’t give you what you so obviously crave? What then?” It was my turn to grab his hands and hold them. “What terrifies ME is you growing to resent me or getting disappointed by me and deciding to leave. And I firmly believe there is a higher probability of this than me leaving you. I think that was why I was so desperate to convert you. So that we would be linked and have this bond we share. And also so that it might bind you closer to me… so that you won’t leave me.” “Once upon a time I thought this would be the case with Bo, but looking back, I realize that Bo never would have left me, even if we were serodiscordant. He was always far too dependent on me, which I believe left him vulnerable and weaker in the end. But you? You’re stronger than Bo—stronger than me for that matter. You don’t need me. I know you could leave any time and be just fine on your own, and then where’ll I be, huh?” We were both quiet for a long time, laying curled up facing each other in the dark. Eventually, I scooched closer until my forehead was against his and my nose touched his nose. I rubbed our noses together casually. “Kurt, I know we both just unloaded a lot of crap. But this is good. And you were right. We did need to talk about all this. And I think we will be having some more conversations in the coming days. But for right now… can I… can I kiss you?” I asked hopefully. “Being in love means never having to ask if you can kiss me,” he said huskily. “You know I hate it when you quote me back to me, asshole,” I said lovingly. “Oh I know,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. And then I kissed him. Oh how I kissed him! Naturally a kiss with us is rarely just a kiss. This one escalated quickly, and soon we were very hot and heavy again. He had me on my back and was full on making out with me, grinding his hardness into me. Being under his mass and feeling the heat of him had me cranked up in no time flat. After a few more minutes, we finally broke apart. “Alexa, turn lights to 20%,” he barked. And the lights in the bedroom came on low. “Why you turning on the lights?” I asked. “Because I want you to see my face and how serious I am,” he replied. He threw the covers off us, then he used his knees to force my legs apart. He kept peppering me with kisses and licks while he did this. Pretty soon my legs were spread, and I was open and vulnerable in front of him. “You think you’re just a hole for me? Do you?” he growled as he sucked my neck a little. “You think that’s all you are?” His hard cock nudged against my asshole. I may have whimpered a little. He looked at me. “Buddy, you are so much more than that. SO much more.” Then he grabbed the lube and slathered his cock and my hole with it. His head ever-so-slowly sliding into me until he was in me to the hilt. “Jesus Kurt,” I hissed. “Fuck me! Now!” “No,” he said flatly. “I’m not going to fuck you.” “Um… whaaaa?” I stammered. “Oh please, sir! Pretty please? You’re inside me, that’s basically the beginning part of fucking! And after everything we just said….” “Shhhh. I just need to be as close to you as I can get for this. Burying myself inside you and having you wrapped around me is important right now,” he said as he brought his face an inch from mine. “I’m going to make a vow. Right now. And you know I’m serious because intercourse is basically my religion and I’m inside my Bible right now, ok,?” I nodded that I understood. He stared into my soul, his amber eyes glowing in the soft light. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Period. You are stuck with me, bud, for better and for worse. I promise to keep my body fit for you, and my dick hard for you. I promise to always check with you before changing my facial hair, because I want you to be happy when you look at me. I promise to take care of you, and to listen more, and to make you laugh at least once a day, and to give you epic makeup sex when we do have a fight. And I promise not to ever go to bed mad. And I promise to do better about talking about shit so that we know where we’re coming from. And I promise not to blast you into space until such time as I grow weary of you…” “Jesus fucking Christ!” I laughed. “You just quoted Flash Gordon to me in your love declaration? And you call ME a dork?” He smiled one of his blinding smiles and every shadow of doubt was blazed away. “I should have said all of that when I gave you the ring tonight. Better late than never, I suppose,” he shrugged and I kissed him tenderly. “I don’t have a ring to give you, unless you count the one that’s around your dick right now,” I lamented with a squeeze of my hole. That made his eyes flutter and earned a sharp inhalation from him. “But what I can give you, Kurt, is my vow: I promise you that I don’t resent you. Not for a minute. I promise you that I love you. Truly, deeply, madly. I promise that you’re stuck with me, too, through thick and thin. At least until my inane babbling annoys you to the point that you can’t stand me anymore. I promise to continue being a dork, and to bike and squat so much that the 501’s can’t contain the magnitude of my ass. I promise to pull you up short and put you through hell and give you support. I promise to only sing Sondheim to on special occasions. I promise to swoon every time you smile at me like you are right now. And I promise that I’ll only ever have eyes for you.” “You through?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, and I promise to be your beck and call boy.” He groaned and laughed. “Ok, Pretty Woman.” “I heard somewhere that you liked the dorky, nerdy type,” I shrugged. “And I heard you like the muscular, Colt model type,” he countered. “Well, actually I’m more a sexy, silver, leatherdaddy rich doctor type—think you can set me up?” I asked innocently. “You’d be disappointed. He’s mostly a bottom,” he said with a wink. We kissed some more this exchange, his hard cock still buried deep inside me. Feeling the fullness that was him inside me was naturally getting me riled up, so I sneakily started to shift my ass around under the guise of getting of comfortable. I also started to slowly clench and release my hole on him. I was nothing if not subtle. I looked up at Kurt beseeching him with my eyes, as I quivered my pucker on him. “That’ll do, pig,” he chuckled. “I told you I’m not fucking you. But… I will share a little secret with you if you promise to stay still for a moment,” he said cryptically. So I waited. Quietly. Kurt adjusted so that he was all the way in me again. He held me closely, hovering over me, face still an inch from mine. I could feel his breath. His amber eyes searching my face, boring into me. I was just about to say something when suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled with a tiny grunt, and I felt it. His cock throbbing inside of me. He was emptying himself into me without ever having moved a muscle. He shuddered briefly as his orgasm subsided and his cock started softening inside me. “Dude. Whoa. You just… came… like… spontaneously? I asked quizzically. “Yeah. That’s my secret. I can control my ejaculations with my mind. I learned a long time ago that for me it was more about the mental side than the physical stimulation side. I actually learned at boyscout camp of all places! I would hear my scout master jacking off, and because I didn’t want to get caught I pretended to be asleep and just thought myself to orgasm. I’ve been able to do it ever since. Now don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the physical side of things. Fucking feels fucking great! But tipping myself to orgasm? That has always been more of a mental exercise for me. Hence the scenes, and places, and dirty talk, and other visual stimuli. And sometimes—given the right circumstances—I can cum like I just did.” “Gives a whole new meaning to ‘be prepared’,” I chuckled. “And you. YOU were a Boy Scout?” “EAGLE Scout. Yes.” He said smugly. “And did you ever, um… do stuff with Scout Master-bater?” “What do hoping to hear?” he laughed. “Something like how my Eagle Scout project was building raised garden boxes and starting an urban vegetable garden for an inner city neighborhood. And how I was fucking my Scout Master, who just so happened to also be my boyfriend’s father, bent over a sawhorse in the wood shop one night when and his wife and my boyfriend walked in on us right as I was cumming in him or something?” “Oh fuck. Is this true?” I said as my dick jumped at the thought. A slow, dirty smile spread across his face. “Scout’s honor. The scandal and fallout that ensued is still being talked about in sewing circles in my hometown to this very day!” “I am SO going to want details on that story later,” I said with an appreciative whistle. And then something else dawned on me. “You know what this little Scout trick means though? It means I can basically tap out whenever I want and STILL get loaded! Fuck the ring… THIS is the best gift EVAR!” “I guess we’ll see,” he chuckled, as he slid languidly from my ass. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but did I hear my dork of a boyfriend drop a Pygmalion pun during our little heart to heart?” And he smiled at me and then kissed me before I could spout my indignation. Later as we spooned (me the big spoon for a change), I felt the rhythmic expansion and contraction of Kurt’s massive back against me. I could tell he was drifting off to sleep, and I knew I wasn’t far behind. But I wasn’t quite ready to follow yet. My mind was deliciously quiet for a change and I was overcome with a warm sense of peace. I realized I was supremely content and happy in the moment. And while I still had things to sort out, I knew the Doc was right. I was going to be okay. And as I began to slowly drift off, I knew that I had taken a big step today. A step toward Acceptance.

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I’ve gone a few times. The hottest experience was when I went into one and there were no doors on booths. I walked in and immediately a guy pulled his cock out and said “this what you hear for?” I dropped to my knees and started sucking him. I could feel the eyes on me as I sucked until he blasted in my mouth. When I turned there were 3 more cocks waiting in line. My quick lunch break ran over an hour.

Almost 100% what I had with a thick tall bull with both sons playing D1 football! Also married but wife had absolutely no idea he was breeding me regularly. Would sit & ride til he gave me a decent nut but difference was shortly after, it made him even more aggressive and primal usually handling my body onto fours over the couch jackhammering into me til he built up and put his main steaming nut in me.

Today I took a load from an extreemly hot Australian guy who is visiting London with an eye to moving here, he is the perfect picture of a beautful hot cub, drop dead handsome, fit as fuck and with a beautful solid cock. After chatting online and swapping whatsapp details he came over and didnt disapoint, we stripped down and I sucked him hard, he then ate my ass and pushed in, he felt amazing and thick and lovely, at one point I could feel him really holding back and I think he did shoot a bit, but carried on fucking until he really blew a full load deep in my ass, then he pushed the cum in further with his fingers until I shot everywhere. Afterwards he told me his name and thanked me for taking 1.5 loads of his cum and we agreed how hot it was fucking anon and raw. He is here for another 7 days so I hope I get some more of him in me, as much as I can.

I played with my brother a lot who do more, later with pee and public. We explored a lot and than we pissed over each oter. I like it until today.

ASSMUNCH No rest for the weary, as Grandma would say. Well, someone’s Grandma would say that, not mine. My Grandma would probably be overjoyed at being stuck in some rustic locale surrounded by dangerous, serious fit men. Grandma was probably what they used to call a ‘wild woman’. I snorted. These were the sorts of things that popped into my head for no reason, mostly during The Suck. “Focus, Private.” Yeah yeah. 38 hours without sleep. Which usually wasn’t a problem, except there was no physical activity to keep me alert. My brain was skittering off in any direction it wanted. See, that was the danger, and the challenge of life in the Infantry. The first dive back into The Suck meant you had to remind yourself of all the lessons all over again. Eventually it would become second nature, but for now I had to reinforce my intent, sharpen my focus, and smack down any stray thought that wasn’t primary. The Suck, the monotonous drag of 20 hours of patrol for days at a time, encampment, perimeter and sentry shifts, a maximum of two hours of sleep if you were lucky, drills, 15 minute meal breaks, squat or maybe flop breaks if you were, again, lucky. Your mental and physical condition deteriorated by the hour until you were just a stumbling zombie with one thought - forward. Followed by the second thought - ambush. You wanted to rest, but knew it wouldn’t be long enough or deep enough to make a difference, and would only make you want to cry when you realized you’d just have to climb back on your feet for another march. Objective. Target. 3rd thought, but rare. Honestly, you stopped caring and knew hoping for it just forced it further away. If you reached your Objective, found your target that was all well and good. But that wasn’t your GOAL. No. Deep in The Suck, your only goal was staying on your feet, and forward. And don’t get deaded. Yeah, deaded isn’t a word, but it’s a fun way to say shot, blown up, bled out, fucked up, erased, cancelled and about fifty other words we liked to use for going home in a bag. See? Infantry can be fun. It’s a fucking laugh a minute. “Private! Focus! You goon out on me and we’ll go another 40 hours.” Which made me laugh. “Fuck. Sorry.” I said. I really was. This was unprofessional. Private Goon needed to fucking pull it together. “Where were we?” I asked politely. I tried to flex my numb arms for the 20th time since being tied to the chair. Mission Fail. No flex. I repeat, No Flex. “Your men. You were providing me with a list of their skills, abilities, weaknesses.” the man in the shadows said. “I was?” I said, puzzled. “I thought I was in the middle of telling you about the night I fucked your mom in every hole.” I looked down. “Maybe that was the other guy. You all look alike.” I took a moment to think. “No, it was your sister, that’s right.” I knew it was coming. It didn’t help. I bounced off the concrete after his boot slammed into my chest. Trapped by the ropes and the chair I had no control over my momentum. I had a brief, proud moment that I kept my head from bouncing. Protect the ole helmet, grunt. I made a mental double tap against my skull with imaginary knuckles. That made me laugh, while gasping against my deflated lungs. I was seriously a hilarious grunt. Oh, The Suck has at least one benefit, and that was you just don’t have the energy for pain. Yeah, that’s right, you get tired enough and you get hurt, your brain just shrugs. And let me tell you, if you’re paying attention, you recognize that pain can be ignored. Oh it’s still there, but it’s far away, doesn’t matter, and you can even make it not exist at all. And right now I just couldn’t give a fuck. It wasn’t the first time I’d been treated like a soccer ball in the last couple hours. Or six. Hell, it could have been days. Nah, I wasn’t that far gone yet. Just hours. Maybe. He let me giggle like an idiot for a minute before yanking me and the chair up to vertical once again. Then he went to the door and knocked. The door opened and another man came in carrying a bowl of something and a large pitcher of some liquid. Oh yeah, meal time. God, it smelled so good. And seeing the pitcher I realized how thirsty I was. “I know what you’re thinking, Private.” He said conversationally. “You’re thinking I can’t actually kill you, or injure you, or torture you to get the info I need.” He took the bowl and pitcher from the other guy and put it on the table before dragging it across the concrete in front of me. The horrible squeal of the metal legs echoed in the small room and it was downright rude and jarring. The sound surged my brain into focus. Shit. Everything hurt. Focus was a mistake. “But see, I don’t have to actually hurt you at all. The mind is an awful thing. True torture isn’t about leaving physical scars. It’s the mental scars that break you.” He continued. I watched him lean over and take a deep breath of whatever was in the bowl. “Mmmmmmm. You know, Nancy makes the best stew. The rest of that buck your giant brought in was just perfect. It’s the spices, and the gravy. Damn, I’m hungry. Are you hungry?” Private Goon was hungry. I was so hungry, they hadn’t fed me from the moment they took me away from the Bravos. A day? No, two, it had to be two days since I climbed off the transport. “I hate stew.” I lied. I loved stew, especially hot, delicious home made stew with big chunks of meat and vegetables swimming in a thick, savory gravy steeped for hours over a low flame on a cold winter day. The scent was worming its way through the air. I could taste it. He took a bite and savored it. He chewed slowly, staring me in the eye. “Well, you’re missing out.” He said around the mouthful. A small drip of whatever delicious sauce it sat in trailed down his chin. “Fuck, Nancy can cook. More for me, I guess. For every lie, every evasion, every non-answer I take a bite, leaving less for you.” He smiled. “I’m not trying to be the bad guy here. I want to feed you. I really do. But I need intel. It’s a fair trade.” I steeled my resolve and smiled back. “Like I fed your sister my dick? She was hungry too.” Which made me laugh again. Cackled like a crazy loon. And that thought cracked me up even more. Man, I was fuck - ing - high -lareeous. He shook his head and took another bite then poured himself a cup of water before chugging it down. “Fuck, sorry but I just can’t stop chowing.” And he spooned another large portion into his mouth. “Stop me anytime you’re ready.” I couldn’t keep my eyes from following the spoon from the bowl to his mouth. It wasn’t a big bowl. Another few bites and there wouldn’t be any stew left. “It’s up to you. You have all the power here.” He explained with reasonable, even tones, holding out a heaped spoonful near my face. So close. “Just one piece of intel. That’s all I need. It doesn’t even have to be anything important or critical.” I could give him something stupid, right? Like Dumbo didn’t like the dark, or Zeus wouldn’t act on his own. There was no real useful information in that. Just something that would get me a bite of food, and once I had that bite I could use the relief from hunger to shore up the fortress. My mind snapped back. No. That was the game. Once the door was cracked, it was over. I would have compromised myself and he would use that to push me further. The only way through this, my training told me, was to always refuse. You NEVER trusted your captor to live up to whatever bargain they made. If they gave you what they promised you, then your brain was convinced cooperation would save you. It was a lie. Even if it wasn’t a lie and it bought you better treatment or even release - a critical part of your capability to resist was destroyed. You could never trust yourself again. You’d stepped on the road to cooperating with the enemy. You became a traitor. Civilians might believe there was a difference between mock operations and an actual battlefield. There wasn’t. What you do in one, you’d do in the other. Once you accepted a course of action that bred weakness, you could never trust yourself when it truly mattered. Doubt seeped in. And this guy was right, even if I understood at a foundational level that he couldn’t actually hurt me physically, he couldn’t kill me, or maim me, he could still make my life extremely difficult and uncomfortable. While it doesn’t take much to kill someone, that also meant it was easy to keep them just a couple steps from death in a state where they wanted to die but couldn’t. A single bite of food a week is all that was necessary to live. A small cup of water every two days. Your body would eat itself eventually, but that took weeks, sometimes months. And one good meal, a soft bed and a good night’s rest, and they could start all over again with more weeks of deprivation. They didn’t have to lift a finger or exert themselves at all. If I wasn’t prepared to maintain resistance when there weren’t any actual stakes, when I knew they didn’t have the time to push me to that threshold, I was unsuitable in every way for real combat situations. And Sarge would say refusing to take the opportunity to test yourself was the most dumbshit fucking decision in the history of dumbshit Grunt decisions in the entire Kingdom of Dumbshit Grunts. Battle and war were all about making the hard decisions, taking a path that was the most difficult. There were no easy paths when the lives of your men, your brothers, were in the balance. That’s the part that sent a golden glow of strength through me. My brothers. For them, I’d die. I’d suffer a thousand cuts, a hundred crippling wounds, if I could keep them safe by doing it and give them the best chance of success. The minute I gave the enemy intel I would reduce their chances of survival. If I could die to give them the chance to get home alive, I would do it gladly. I wouldn’t betray them for a fucking bite of stew. “Fuck you.” I grinned before closing my eyes. Ah, it was good to rest, to let it go. Whatever was going to happen, I didn’t need to stick around for it. With a single deep breath I was gone, inside. No more me. No more hunger, or thirst. No more aching body. Yeah, I was giving up my trump card, but it wasn’t something they could use against me. I resolved to stay under for the duration. It would no doubt create a small crisis for them, and that thought comforted me just before all thoughts bled away like a morning fog. ***************************** The shock of ice cold water drenching and choking me brought me out of the emptiness. I gasped and hacked trying to clear my throat and lungs. “Aw, shit. There goes your water.” He said in a dry but contrite defeat. “Ggggnnnnnhhhh” I groaned. Coming out of the depths, I didn’t get to pick and choose what to pay attention to, and I felt every ache and pain in my body as well as a swollen soreness in my jaw. “You hit me?” I opened and closed my mouth. “I thought we weren’t doing that.” He squinched his face up in a cringe. “Thought you passed out, tried to bring you around.” I didn’t buy it. “So that was your first move, the water only occurred to you after that?” He shrugged. “Yeah. Sorry. I really am. I’m not used to ‘Interrogation Lite’ in my line of work.” he actually made air quotes with his hands. “There IS a rule book, believe it or not. The thing is, the list of ‘don’t do this’ is the actual playbook. Not at your level, of course. They will roast your nuts in a military tribunal if you do any of that shit. Me though? Don’t do this is my bread and butter.” He was talking like he was having a dinner conversation. “God, you’re an asshole.” I grumbled. Oh, the adrenaline had me sharp and aware now. It wouldn’t last, but in spite of the awareness of the pain I was in, I welcomed it. “And that’s not in ‘air quotes’ “ I even held the pause. That made him laugh. “I like your style, kid. You’re fun. I can tell, we’re going to be good friends.” He walked back to his chair behind the table. “Oh, I ate the rest of your stew too. It was so good I let you catch a couple zz’s while I finished. Now, “ He suddenly became serious. The switch was creepy in its swift perfection. “who the fuck are you? You and these other children we’re babysitting?” Gloves are off, I guess. My jaw was proof of that. Was his little speech about ‘don’t do this’ a warning? Up to this point things had been civil. Trust me, getting kicked in the chest while tied to a chair was playtime in these situations, a gentle introduction. I was a pretend prisoner undergoing pretend interrogation. Yeah, I know what I said before about there being no difference. Turns out I lied. Don’t feel bad, I lied to myself first so who’s the bigger chump here? You can’t help but try to do the math in your head during this shit. Hmm, a Chump AND a Goon. I’m really sailing through this shit like a fuckin pro! I chuckled at that. “Something funny, Private?” My Inquisitor asked. He didn’t let me answer. “I’m going to level with you, because I realize this has all be set up as some game and you were told it was training. Which I admit, was what we signed up for. That was the plan. Right up until two of your men went rogue. So, did Collins send you here to get intel? Does he want to stick his nose into our business? You should know, that crosses a line.” This was all news to me, and I told him so. “How the fuck should I know? I haven’t been with my men since this all started, thanks to you and your circus apes. We’re just stupid infantry grunts trying to get through the suck.” “Yeah, just simple grunts without a Command, unassigned. YOU. DON’T. EXIST. You expect me to believe you don’t know that? I had my men snoop around. All of you disappeared ten months ago as far as the Army is concerned. And that - “. He pointed an oddly long index finger at me, “sends off every fucking alarm bell I got. And then we got Collins playing all nice, which isn’t his usual modus operandi. So, do yourself a favor, kid. Whatever you’re mixed up in, just spill it. We don’t want to kill you, but there are stakes here that are way above your pay grade. The circles I operate in, that Collins operates in are world shaking. You’re a monkey in a zoo, and Collins and I…we’re the zoo keepers. More accurately I’m the guy who captures or kills the wild animals and manages the ecosystem so that the predators don’t outnumber the prey. And now it seems Collins is raising his own pack of wild wolves and that’s not his job. So you may not know all the details, but you know something. And that’s your only ticket to staying above the dirt.” He got up out of his chair and knocked on the door. Before he left, he turned around. “I really am sorry kid. I know you didn’t ask for this. None of this makes me happy, but you should know I’ll sleep just fine whether you live or die and I’ll put a bullet through your skull without a single regret. Do the smart thing. Right now we can agree you aren’t too far in and I’m good with turning you over to Collins without a scratch. But you gotta give me something.” He turned to the guy who opened the door. “Get him some food, and let him sleep.” I don’t know whether it was the tone of voice he used, or the words he chose to speak so casually, or the end of interrogation protocol by allowing me to eat and sleep, but I believed him. Still, not even the promise of food and sleep could shake the cold knot of fear from worming its way inside my gut. I especially didn’t like how the Bravos didn’t officially exist. And if the words didn’t do the job, the beating I then got from the ape at the door certainly drove reality home. I did get to eat, which was nice. Did you know chewing is optional when eating? Yeah, chewing is impossible when your jaw barely works. I could barely get my swollen tongue to push the food into my throat, whole. Not like I wasn’t hungry enough to just pour it down my throat without chewing anyway. The delicate logistics of delivering a small enough morsel to get through my ruined mouth was its own torture when all I wanted was to shovel it in. There was also a small comfort in the recognition that getting a beat down from an ape is not too different from foreplay with your ass kicking boyfriend. I was just missing the brutal ass fucking that went along with it. That was always the best part. Thoughts of Kevin lulled me to sleep. If my punished mouth could have smiled, I would have. I needed a clear head to think my way through this, and only sleep would give me that. I wasn’t Kevin, who could add all this up in a few seconds and see the bigger picture from all the puzzle pieces. No, Private Chump Goon needed a clear head. Preferably one that didn’t feel like a sledgehammer was bashing it. Pain is what we eat for Breakfast. Huah! ****************************** BOOTLICKER The knife at his neck only provided a minimum of additional motivation because he was inclined to go with this sneaky asshole anyway. He was bored with the lessons from his instructor, bored of the cold empty woods, bored with Demon’s stupid questions, the delays, this whole fucking day. Bootlicker would have followed the man threatening him if he’d only asked. Admittedly, the knife at his neck did make it more appealing. Whatever this guy wanted, the knife meant it was bound to be more interesting than level 1 fieldcraft from the instructor. He’d stepped away from his group to drop a deuce and was embarrassed to be caught mid-shit with a hand over his mouth and a knife pressing into his soft neck. Never even heard the guy. “Make a sound and I slit your throat.” The guy whispered in his ear. A little creepy, that. The guy could have whispered from a foot away, he didn’t have to press his lips to his actual ear. And then, when he spoke, the warm moist breath that came with the words slathered inside his ear canal, across his cheek. It was like a lover’s caress. Weirdo. He filed that assessment away for potential future exploitation. Bootlicker raised his hands to show he wasn’t going to resist. “You mind if I finish?” He whispered back. “Gotta wipe at least.” “Make it fast.” The weirdo replied. Bootlicker paused for a second but the weirdo didn’t move his face away from his ear, or the knife from his neck. Yeah, definite sicko here. Maybe he liked watching guys take a shit. Bootlicker had read about that type, but hadn’t run across any up until now. Yeah, this was way more interesting than a lecture about tracking through terrain. Weirdos weren’t much of a challenge usually, you just dangled in front of their face whatever their favorite creepy thing was and they were happy to do whatever you wanted. Sometimes a challenge was fun, the whole figuring out what it would take to get someone to do what you needed. But with weirdos, it was a different kind of fun. They got so excited. Like a puppy when you held a treat up for them to see. Maybe this weirdo wanted him to shit on his chest while he watched. Bootlicker finished up with a shrug and a couple handfuls of leaves. It was a shame though, he felt like he was finally going to be able to push out a good, long shit. They didn’t call MRE’s Meals Refusing to Exit without good reason. You get backed up in the field, and when a good rumbler finally decides to breach you want to make the most of it. At least there wasn’t the never ending wipe of a chow hall dump. It was small consolation. There was no telling when the next urge would come. It could be a week and then all he’d have to look forward to was seeing how big of a turd he could push out, and if it broke a Platoon record. Once he’d tightened his belt, the weirdo grabbed his coat by the scruff of the neck and yanked him around to move away from where Demon and Troll were still listening to the droning instruction of their guide. He remained docile while the man pushed him forward every few steps with a rough shove. By doing that he was making it impossible for Bootlicker to step quietly. This guy didn’t seem like the careless type which meant there was a purpose to enforcing Bootlicker’s clumsiness. He divided his attention between choosing his steps and thinking about this change in scenario. The Bravos had already been separated into small groups. Standard for either training development or small unit operations. It was possible that this guy was tasked with peeling off various soldiers for one training purpose or another. Bootlicker didn’t think so. The silent attack coupled with leading him away from his group indicated the Bravos and their instructor weren’t supposed to know. An idea popped into his head - the man’s rough treatment ensured a trail the others could follow, and they were just talking about tracking through terrain. Was he now the target? That seemed off, and inaccurate. Why make it easy on them like the man was doing by refusing to let Bootlicker place his feet carefully? Anyone could track a messy trail, especially in winter through leaf fall and dead growth. And what did this guy even need Bootlicker for? He could do this himself. It almost felt like the man didn’t care about leaving a trail, that he knew they wouldn’t follow them. Everything felt off from the knife to his neck, to being attacked when the others were distracted and HE was distracted, now this clumsy travel. “I can actually be way more careful in leaving a trail, you know.” He told the guy. “Doesn’t matter.” The man said in a loud whisper, giving him another shove. “You aren’t going to tie my hands?” Bootlicker asked. Another shove. “Doesn’t matter.” “What if I call out? Someone will come running.” Bootlicker tried a third time. A harder shove this time, forcing him to stumble. “Doesn’t matter. Shut the fuck up.” When Bootlicker regained his balance, he felt a sharp sting on his ear. His hand came away bloody. The fucker had cut him. The sharp tang of coppery blood invaded his nose. Definitely a puzzling development. Bootlicker tried to fit that information into the profile he was building of the man. If he was going to manipulate this guy, he needed a motivation. The knife seemed important. He hadn’t sheathed it and kept twirling it in his hand as they walked, flipping it, tossing it over the back of his hand to grab the handle again from the other side, changing the blade’s direction in his fist over and over again. That was another clue. Bootlicker didn’t get a sense of agitation from the guy, so it wasn’t a nervous tic. Practice? Habit? Showing off a skill to intimidate Bootlicker? The man’s head and eyes constantly scanned the woods around them, never looking at the knife while it moved. There was something hypnotic in the confident moves, a pattern. Bootlicker began to memorize the various movements as they walked. It wasn’t long, maybe a half hour, before they approached a small rise. The man circled around to the right and with a move that looked like an optical illusion or a magic trick he let go of the knife with his right hand and with a lazy and casual motion reached out to grab Bootlicker’s upper arm with his right while catching the knife with his left. The weird part was that the knife just seemed to hang there until it was gripped once again. Bootlicker tried to figure out if it defied gravity for as long as it seemed it had. Around to the right a hole sat at the base of a rocky cliff that was about 11 feet high. The hole looked natural, maybe from erosion, and it was barely wide enough to fit a grown man. He received a kick to the back of his knees and he collapsed. The man didn’t let him fall, and instead lowered him with firm control until his knees were on the ground. “Feet first.” The man commanded. Bootlicker thought the rough whispering was overly dramatic like Michael Keaton in the movie Batman Returns. Maybe someone else would be intimidated. Bootlicker saw it for the silliness it was. “Can’t you talk normal?” He said, scooting on his butt into the hole. He saw a flash out of the corner of his eye and felt another sting on his ear. A cringe was all he would allow himself. He didn’t waste the opportunity to learn. That knife skill enticed him more than the Airborne course, more than survival training, more than range training and qualification. It should be easy to master. After all, he hadn’t neglected his hand tricks while in the Army. If anything he’d climbed up a few skill levels by palming anything he wanted, fooling the Bravos with card tricks, lock picking and picking pockets. Before the Bravos had left Germany he had keys for 80% of the motor pool. He never used them, but you never knew when or if it would come in handy. For practice before they left, he snuck into the NATO ally section at Graf and left the keys on the desk of the NATO allied commander with a note. After duty hours, of course. He wasn’t yet at the level of a daytime duty raid. Knife handling, control and skill seemed like it was a necessary for his path. Aside from the brief time in Basic when there was no avoiding being treated like a diseased worm, being railroaded into the Army was the best thing that ever happened to him. Almost infinite resources, toys, access, danger and adrenaline, skills and training in EVERYTHING. The hole was dark and he had no idea where his feet needed to be as he scooted inside. It didn’t take a genius to anticipate the small crevice would have to open up. There was no purpose to forcing a grown man into a hole that didn’t, and if the weirdo was joining him there would have to be more room. He wasn’t surprised when he felt his feet hit air, then his knees, thighs. He hoped the ground didn’t fall away too far but at least it all felt wide. Scooting six inches at a time while blind was not enjoyable. Once his stomach hung over the edge, his feet contacted solid ground. He realized he would have to move away from the entrance because no doubt the weirdo would be coming in at any time. Without his body blocking the tight tunnel, a slight bit of light filtered in, allowing him to see minimal features of the hideout. It would take his eyes a minute or so to adjust completely but he could make out enough room overhead that he didn’t have to squat. He looked around. The space wasn’t large, maybe seven feet long by five feet wide, sort of an oval. The odor of wild animal was everywhere, that sharp musky scent so overwhelming nothing else could compete. A small lumpy pile sat nearby. While he was contemplating what the pile might be, a hard boot jammed into his back and sent him sprawling against the wall. He should have anticipated that. The weirdo was smart. Bootlicker could have been waiting to attack while the weirdo was vulnerable and stuck in the tunnel. In the time it took Bootlicker to regain his feet and turn around, the man was standing in the den with knife flipping across his knuckles, back and forth. “Make yourself comfortable.” The coarse, gravelly voice didn’t echo, but still sounded too loud for the small enclosed space. Bootlicker moved over to the pile intending to sit. “Not there.” The weirdo growled. He pushed down the frustration. “Here?” Bootlicker pointed to a spot 2 feet away. “Fine.” As he sat, Bootlicker thought he might break the ice. “Yo-“ “Shut the fuck up.” The man interrupted. “Fucking babies.” Bootlicker watched him search through the pile. Bootlicker’s reflexes caught something thrown at him. His eyes were almost completely adjusted now and rather than just shadows he saw features resolve. “Eat that. Drink your own fucking water.” “Than-“ “Shut the fuck up.” Interesting. This was going to be fun. He’d never had to get inside someone this combative. In most cases of opposition, recognition of authority lowered resistance. Well placed subservience smoothed and defined a relationship they felt comfortable with. This guy didn’t care. Bootlicker knew there was a way past the man’s gruff and irritated frustration, he only had to wait for the man to give him a clue. There was always a clue. The weirdo didn’t pull him away for his sparkling personality, unless this was some kinky thing. He wasn’t getting that read. People who wanted something like THAT from you usually didn’t treat you like shit. With those people it was all about being overly nice. This had a purpose, a purpose the weirdo felt was either beneath him or he felt wouldn’t pay off. He didn’t want Bootlicker here, that was clear as day. Orders? Was he just some unfortunate slave to someone else? He took a bite of whatever it was that was wrapped in the foil package. It was too dark to see. The weirdo would reveal everything he expected soon, Bootlicker guessed. The weirdo was definitely not the patient type. As Bootlicker chewed, he felt the clotted blood pull at his skin with every movement of his jaw. ‘This is exactly the adventure I needed.’ He thought with a grin. ********************* “Name.” The man coughed out. His voice sounded like he was choking on a wad of steel wool. Seriously, it was so ridiculous. Bootlicker opened his eyes from his short nap. By mutual unspoken agreement they’d both leaned back against their respective walls and closed their eyes after eating. “Bootlicker.” He answered. A knife flew at Bootlicker. He almost didn’t dodge in time. It thudded off the dirt wall where his chest used to be. “Name.” “Evans.” Bootlicker sighed. It was right there on his uniform. Like always. Which meant a game of follow the leader. He hated this game, it was the ultimate in boring. ‘Prove you know how to listen. Prove you know how to follow the rules. Prove you’re smart. Prove you’re willing. But most of all - Prove obedience.’ For fuck’s sake, he didn’t get the name Bootlicker because he had a shoe fetish. “Can’t we just skip this?” He said softly. Another knife. He didn’t bother to dodge this time because he was expecting it. He just knocked it aside. It was just timing. They weren’t thrown with deadly force. He shouldn’t have come. This was going to be no different than the usual slow, painful drip of information he always had to endure. Skills and information were always taught at a rate that the dumbest idiot could grasp. And Bootlicker was a rabbit among turtles. No. A cheetah. He didn’t need a slow feed, didn’t need repetition, multiple examples or explanation. Practice was what he needed if it was a skill. Additional pieces was what he needed if it were information. Everything was a puzzle. He darted his eyes to the man who was now easy to see with his complete adjustment to the dark. He was picking his fingernails with another knife. Bootlicker didn’t bother retrieving either of the knives the man had thrown. “Which direction did we travel to get here?” The raspy voice asked. He pointed to the wall on his right. “Southwest. Heading 194. Approximately.” The man’s eyebrows twitched. “Close enough.” He said taking his eyes off his fingernail project to stare at Bootlicker. “How far did we travel?” “Two and a half clicks. Approximately.” “Fine. Elevation?” Bootlicker smirked. Showing off was one of his favorite things to do. “Specific, I don’t know. This area of Georgia doesn’t exceed 360 meters. Floor is 280. We’re somewhere between 310 and 330 meters. And delta from origin is…” he paused. “12 meters. Approximately. Maximum deviation of this grid is 40 meters.” “The compound?” Bootlicker referenced the three dimensional sketch of the area he’d already built in his head. “Heading 72 degrees, four clicks, elevation delta minus 23 meters.” “Who gave you a map?” Another smirk. “Ft. Benning. The board outside the Cadre building.” He just had a feeling the man had seen the 6 foot by 4 foot display behind plexiglass that posted information about Airborne command, Ft. Benning, the state of Georgia with both a general terrain map and a detailed map of the base, the town of Columbus, state parks. He didn’t think the man would believe that most of the information came from when he completed AIT here. Over a year and a half ago, his core navigation module provided all the information he needed and he exceeded the boundaries of the requirements because like usual he was bored after internalizing the course demands. While the rest of his AIT class struggled to learn how to use a compass, grid building, resection, identifying terrain features, he began figuring out the rest of the state and then the region. With every detail the picture in his head resolved in finer, smaller segments until he was satisfied he could walk on foot through the countryside from Pensacola to Nashville without following a single road. The look on the man’s face was droll disbelief. “How far is the border of Alabama?” The man’s voice scratched. Yeah, now came the expected proof and confirmation. Just once it would be nice to be taken at face value. These mundane plodding human livestock could never conceive he operated efficiently. “Approximately 20 clicks.” “You know exactly where you are.” It wasn’t a question. “In your head.” The man wasn’t looking at him, but bobbed his head while looking at his knife as if trying to come to a decision. “Scud attack on the barracks.” The man rasped. “Didn’t even make it out of Saudi Arabia, never set foot in either Kuwait or Iraq. Never fired a single round. Missed my jugular by a fingernail. Was told I was lucky they could save this much of my voice. Normal is whatever you decide it is.” Bootlicker approved of the lack of anger, lack of self pity in the man’s ravaged voice. The man went back to flipping and twirling a knife through his fingers, across his knuckles, through his palms. “Observations.” He continued as if he hadn’t just exposed the most painful regret of his entire life. Something in the refusal of emotion resonated with Bootlicker. He took a breath. Somehow, he felt it would be worth it to take a leap of faith. After his talk with Gary, his cellmate in jail, he kept his unusual personality carefully hidden. Gary was right - it was creepy to the human livestock and made them suspicious, even frightened. So he perfected the charming, engaging, helpful nerd persona for general interaction. If he needed a different one for a specific situation, like the firm control he exercised with Wanker, that was easy enough. Wanker believed he was the only one chosen to see a different side of Bootlicker, and that served to ensure Wanker’s loyalty and dedication. Wanker believed they were a team. “All of it?” Bootlicker asked. The direct and intense stare he received sent a thrill through Bootlicker. “At least three forces, multiple objectives.” He started. “We’re pawns, the Bravos. Ultimate objective is a new policy directive straight from the Pentagon. This is a testing ground for us, but there’s a battle behind the show. We aren’t fully welcome here. We weren’t at Airborne. We won’t be in the Ranger course. Our success won’t be measured by training metrics. The training is only a method to evaluate whether a change in policy can be implemented.” “You’re sure you’ll be sent to the Ranger course?” The man asked. “I saw the file myself. The compound is a pit stop. Unscheduled. Major Collins exercised some of his broad discretion to get us here.” “What do you know about Collins?” The man asked. Bootlicker let the slight grin play across his lips. So much information. The man referred to Collins by name, without the rank of Major. That signified familiarity and dispensed with the respect. A personal relationship of some sort, known, no chain of command. The detail of how the man lost his voice indicated a medical separation from the military. His clandestine retrieval by the man indicated he wasn’t affiliated with the men from the compound. But that wasn’t confirmed. “Major Collins is running the program we’re in. He’s working for the Pentagon in this. He reports directly to a General, skipping over the usual intermediaries. That alone makes whoever he is very important.” “Why?” It was a question intended to confirm that Bootlicker grasped the subtleties of military politics, so he answered. “It means he’s protected. It gives him authority beyond his rank. It means he works outside the usual limited environments a Major would be allowed. He has few restrictions, wide discretion, deep funding and the ability to commandeer resources like a NATO training base in Germany and enough slots in the Ranger course for an entire Infantry platoon.” “Is this a specific career objective for your Platoon?” The man asked. “Speculating? Yes, but only because Major Collins won’t waste highly trained, specifically targeted troops after he gets his answer from the program. Those of us who make it will likely end up SOF. All this would be a colossal waste of time, personnel, and money if he didn’t use us further. That seems unlikely.” The man snorted, which with his broken vocal ability only sounded like he was choking on rocks. “You haven’t spent enough time in if you think the Pentagon doesn’t throw away all three of those things every day.” It was Bootlicker’s turn to snort. “Then that tells me you haven’t exchanged a single word with Major Collins, and probably have never laid eyes on him.” The man gave him an unimpressed slow blink. Confirmation. The back and forth revealed further information to Bootlicker. The man was receiving information he didn’t know before, including that the Bravos knew their purpose and their pipeline. Bootlicker let him have the assumption that the knowledge was a given fact among the Bravos even though it wasn’t. There wasn’t yet a reason to reveal that Bootlicker was the one who discovered the information and held it closely so far. He might be impressed to know just how Bootlicker came to know these things. But it wasn’t time to reveal that. That would create an imbalance in this negotiation. The man wasn’t livestock in his mind anymore but he also wasn’t an equal yet. The signs were good that he might be but Bootlicker wouldn’t let himself hope yet. In the silence, Bootlicker picked up one of the knives the man had thrown at him and began trying to figure out how to manipulate it across his hand. He focused on moving it in one direction, working out the method to flip the handle out of his grasp so that the blade contacted his knuckles. The man glanced briefly at his actions, then went back to his unfocused stare. “What were you told before being dropped off?” Up until then, he’d managed to catch the knife every time he dropped it. He would be clumsy until he found the rhythm. The question distracted him and he felt the knife bounce off his thigh. He picked it up and resumed. “Nothing. Pack out and load up. That’s it. We don’t know what we’re supposed to learn here, but given what we’ve been doing the last 36 hours, it’s a crucible. Our baseline capability was measured. The instructors who selected us in small units are teaching us scouting, recon, field skills and tonight is a mock attack on the compound using modified battle drills. We’re supposed to plan an infiltration or frontal assault. We’re meant to lose.” “They won’t let your units penetrate beyond the outer buildings.” The man observed. “Zeus will have something to say about that.” Bootlicker returned. He didn’t give anyone else a snowball’s chance in hell now that he’d been take off the game board. He would have maximized the talents of Demon and Troll to get further than that, but without him dictating the strategy neither of those two had the brainpower to modify the plan on the fly. “But yes, the other group will have secondary defenses. They will make sure they have overlapping coverage for their initial defense. And without Assmunch we won’t have an overall multi layer assault plan. Our small units will be acting independently. It’ll be a slaughter.” “Yup. Gonna get your asses kicked. We can watch from a distance position if you want, but we’ll be enjoying each other’s company for the foreseeable future.” The voice was grating less and less on Bootlicker’s nerves. “I’d rather work with you on the reason you’re here.” Bootlicker replied. He didn’t want to watch the grunts flounder and lose to the Charlies. It would only bore him. “Oh? And what would you know about that?” The careful disinterest spoke volumes. Instead of a direct answer, Bootlicker made a show of looking around their small cave. “We only got here yesterday morning. You, however, have been using this hideout for a least a few days longer than that.” He let the rest, the natural conclusion of that information, hang unspoken. The split second hesitation in the man’s constant knife flipping glared louder than anything he could have said. “Looks like the little guy was right.” The man said. “That little fucker was trickier and faster than he had any right to be. ‘Bootlicker would know’ he said.” That could only mean Weeble. An unexpected laugh came out of his mouth, surprising him. Genuine humor was rare for Bootlicker. “Just think of him as a cornered feral cat if he doesn’t like whatever you did to him.” A grunt was the man’s response. Then a pause before “You’re awful cooperative for someone who has no idea what he’s involved in.” “Involved?” Bootlicker mused. “We’re just here. Pawns aren’t involved, they occupy spaces to force other….” He stopped suddenly. “Took you long enough.” The man actually managed to insert a snide tone into the crushed gravel of his words. Bootlicker ignored the verbal arrow. Multiple game pieces of different levels of power appeared in his mind. The very nature of the compound itself, the instructors he’d seen, the rough military discipline without actual military presence, Major Collins and his ability to get them here, and the last piece was this man and his comfortable hideout that spoke of long term recon. “Put it together. I’ll clear up any incorrect assumptions or conclusions.” The man said, his tone of voice, such as it was, drastically different. “Major Collins has additional objectives he hopes to gain by our presence here.” Bootlicker began, speaking as soon as the thoughts came. “You don’t know what they are, which means you aren’t associated with the Major and not part of his plan. But you also aren’t surprised that Major Collins is directing this. That indicates you have objectives as well that differ from his. There’s something about the compound, or the organization here you both want to know, I think. You yourself aren’t active duty any more, probably a medical discharge just before Desert Storm, or during it because your fitness wouldn’t be determined until you rehabbed and could be evaluated by the board. When doesn’t matter. Your questions… our arrival forced you to figure out what part the Bravos had to play, you weren’t expecting us. And you chose a grunt Private, well two of us if I include Weeble, to provide you intel and that means you are desperate.” The man stopped him with a hand. “Not desperate. Trying to avoid collateral damage to the pawns.” Fair enough. There was still something missing and it immediately came to mind as he recognized the hole in the strategic moves. It made no sense for the man to reveal himself to Weeble and Bootlicker. Clandestine surveillance wasn’t an overnight operation. While he couldn’t know of any immediate or critical timeline that would make a breach of operating procedure that necessary it was beyond foolish to seek the minimal information any Bravo could provide. No one at higher levels would ever think Infantry Privates had valuable intel. It didn’t add up. He kept that to himself. There was another game here. One he was now determined to figure out. And finding out things he wasn’t supposed to find out was his specialty. Sergeant Walters or Horvath were better targets. Hmmm, except if the play was to target soldiers younger and easier to manipulate and control. How interesting would it be if a pawn could be seized and converted to play for your side? Or did different sides even exist? His only path ahead was cooperation, but that suited him just fine. There was quite a bit he needed to learn from this man and it didn’t matter which faction he played for.

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The next day I headed for class, not paying attention the George or Mr. Lewis’s door. I heard his door open but I was long past it. I felt like I had a small new sense of confidence. So I made extra effort to try and avoid any suspicious types. For the next week I managed to avoid talking to anyone around the complex. On the times I’ve seen Mr. Lewis I’d walk past him giving some kind of dismissive greeting. I knew he still had a key to my place so I got in the habit of blocking my door every night. I would occasionally see Rob working around the place. He would give me a nod, and a slight smile. It may not have been much but for him it was a huge change in attitude. Coming back from the gym in the evening, I saw a familiar face. It was Frank. He was wearing shorts and a black tank top with a yellow logo on it with the letters NP on it. “Hey! Tommy right? Nice seeing you! How have things been?” I thought about the times he pissed up my ass and down my throat. I was still relatively new to water sports but by the time I was drinking it from him I was used to it. His was actually rather nice. “Yeah, I’ve been good. Just work school gym. Always busy.” “I can tell. Have you been seeing any of the other guys?” “Not much. I’ve been trying to take a break from that sort of stuff.” “Aw, that’s a shame. I was having a get together today. I was hoping to run into you and see if you’d like to come.” “What kind of get together?” “The kind were we hang out and enjoy ourselves. It’s pretty chill. You’d like it.” I didn’t have anything else planned today so I figured why not? I don’t really do much other than study and work, so this might be a fun change of pace. I looked down to his crotch and though about the offer. I really did enjoy drinking from his tap last time. Maybe I might get the chance again if we have a moment alone. But I wasn’t going to push for that. I may be a developing kinkster but I didn’t have to shamelessly seek it out. He wasn’t Mr. Lewis or George. He may have sampled me in the past but he never came off as extreme. “Sure that sounds like fun. I’ll just go wash up first.” “Nonsense, you’re good as you are. Wanna come up now? The guys haven’t been here long.” “Oh! They’re already here? If you really don’t mind the sweat…” “I more than don’t mind.” Frank grabbed my hand and lifted my arm above my head. He leaned in, gave a quick lick to my armpit then let me go. He licked his lips and smirked at me. “Come, My place is at the other end the the hall from you.” That was new. No one ever licked my pit before. It wasn’t my thing but if he was happy with me the way I was then that makes things more convenient for me. When we got to his place I saw Rob messing with a ceiling light close by. He saw me with Frank and I felt a little guilty. I know he wants me to stop playing with Mr. Lewis and George but Frank seemed okay. Never the less, I told Frank to head in while I had a word with Rob. “Hey Rob.” I tried acting casual but I sorta sounded like a kid who got caught. “Hey kid. Hanging out with Frank?” He seemed indifferent. “Yeah… I know you told me to stop playing around with dangerous guys…” “Frank isn’t dangerous. At least I don’t think he is. Besides you don’t have to do what I say. You can fuck around with who you want.” He kept adjusting the light fixture like he really didn’t care. “Yeah I know…” Rob stopped what he was doing and looked at me. “What do you want from me? My permission?” Was I? I didn’t want to let him down. I’ve been good at holding up his request so far but I really wanted to hear from him that this party I was going to was okay with him and not him just being passive aggressive. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with his typical disposition. “I guess so…” Rob looked at me like I said something funny. He put his tools down then gripped my shoulder firm. “You have my permission to go to Franks party. Happy?” I don’t know how to explain it but him saying that seemed to excite me. I felt a warmth pass through me and I was a little lighter. “Thanks Rob.” He rolled his eyes at me and continued what he was working on. I headed to Frank’s place and went in wondering who might be there. When I entered there was some music playing and drinks spread about. But the guys. The guys there were all in jock straps or harnesses! Wow okay I didn’t expect it to be this kind of party. Now I felt a little over dressed. Even Frank was out of his clothes and was wearing a jockstrap that looked like it came from a gay fetish store. “Hey guys the piss boy is here! I said I’d deliver!” Frank announced to everyone. Piss boy? Me? Oh that’s right! Last time I saw him he said he was going to arrange something like this. I thought I’d get a little more warning first, but I had been avoiding people these past few day. Suddenly I was being surrounded by all types of men in fetish gear. There were buff, guys chubby guys, slim guys. 7 men all together including Frank. “Oh damn! Uh Frank I wasn’t planning on fucking. This may be a bit much too fast.” A couple guys were already taking off my shorts and shirt. “Who said anything about fucking? You’re the party’s urinal. And my friends here have had a lot to drink.” Some of the guys were laughing. Two guys were gently holding my arms and feeling up my shoulders. One scruffy bearish guy was standing in front of me and pulling his cock out. “You say he loves drinking it Frank?” The bear pushed me to my knees. His dick was slapping my lips. “Yeah, he took it from me from both ends before.” Out of my peripheral I could see one guy blowing the other, but the guy doing the sucking wasn’t moving his head, oh right. Frank definitely gathered a bunch of like minded fetishists. The bear in front of me slapping my face to get my attention. “Open up for me! You want this don’t you?” I looked up at him. He was peering down at me looking past his large pecs. They were a chubby muscle. Hairy with perky nipples. Do I want this? I may have liked it from Frank but I wouldn’t call myself a piss pig. “Come on, be a good boy for me. You want to be a good boy right?” He pressed his cock against my lips and tried pushing in. He was attractive but I still just met him and- Oh fuck it! I opened my mouth and took in his cock. The guys around me encouraged me and patted me on the back. “Yeah, that’s it. Ima give you a sweet reward.” Bear guy caressed my face while his cock was in my mouth. He held it there for a moment as he concentrated. “Oh here it comes.” As soon as he said that. His hot yellow torrent started filling my mouth fast. I tried my best to chug it down as fast as I could. It was tangy but not too harsh. I could feel my cock getting hard. Some of it was leaking out of my mouth and running down my chin but the majority of it I managed to keep in. “Fuck he isn’t half bad at it. I’m finishing up here. Who’s up next?” “Easy there, he just got here guys. Give him a moment.” Someone I didn’t know said. I stood up, catching my breath. One guys was rubbing my ass and another leaned in and started kissing me on the mouth. He was a little heavy set. A wrestlers build, probably mid 20s, blond, round baby face. His tongue explored my mouth, I think he wanted to taste the bear man on me. I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him back. So far I thought this party wasn’t so bad. “Okay guys how about this continues in the bathroom. I don’t need the floors getting ruined.” Frank started navigating us to the bathroom. Not everyone could fit obviously but baby face and the guy rubbing my ass were right beside me. They had me step into the shower and I had a pretty good idea why. The guy playing with my ass earlier was more slender and was in the shower with me. I could feel his cock poking my ass. He was slowly humping me while baby face continued making out with me. A couple more guys were in there too, stroking their cocks and watching the show. “I’m gunna unload in him here.” The guy behind me started pushing his cock inside me. It was semi hard but he managed to get it in. Baby face was still kissing me when I felt the warmth spread inside my ass. “Ooh fuck yeah. Look at him taking it.” He was pissing a lot in me. It was good that we were in the shower because there was too much and some of it ran down my legs. “Suck my cock a little, it’s going to piss up in you next.” Baby face guided my head down on his cock. His was about 6 inches, cut. But it was thick. I took it in my mouth and started sucking it all the while the guy behind me was finishing up. I could feel my insides flooded. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to take another guys bladder full. He pulled out and a small spurt of yellow shot out of me. I kept the rest inside while sucking the cock in my mouth. It was now fully hard and the guy took it out. He positioned behind me to stick it in. A much older man was rubbing his cock on my face this time. The blonde wrestler guy behind my shoved his cock inside me. It was thick so it hurt a little. “Oh fuck that’s a tight ass.” He was squeezing my ass cheeks like dough. The older man in front of me started pissing on my head. His golden shower got in my hair and all over my back. I’m sure some of it ran down my ass crack and got on baby face wrestler dude behind me. “I can’t go just yet, I have to savor this guys pussy.” He didn’t piss inside me but he started thrusting. He was fucking my ass while it was full from the other guy. I wasn’t intending on getting fucked but looks like I can’t do anything about it now. Besides, he was cute so I didn’t mind. Older dude was still raining down on me. As my ass was getting fucked and my head getting showered. I began to realize how hot this was. Fuck I guess I am a piss pig as well as a foot pig. It was startling how much I’ve developed kinks recently. A few months ago, fucking and blow jobs was all I would do. The occasional rim job but that was a far out as it went. Even then I still rarely hooked up. Now I’m in the bathroom of a guy I barely know, surrounded by cocks that want to piss in every hole I have. Older guy finished using my face as a urinal, while wrestler dude behind me was fucking the piss up my ass. Frank was sitting on the counter watching, jacking off. I motioned to him to come closer. He got to his feet and pointed his huge long cock at me and I took it in my mouth next. I was looking forward to his. “Aw yeah this is what you wanted hu?” Frank was still hard so it took a moment for him to prime up. Baby face was still going to town on my ass. Then Frank started pissing and I was welcomed with the familiar taste of a well hydrated guy. I enjoyed gulping down his load. My stomach was definitely being tested but I could handle him. Luckily he didn’t piss too much. I think he gave a load to someone earlier. I can taste a bit of ass on him. “That’s awesome man, good job taking my piss. You guys want next?” Frank directed towards a couple replacing him. Two chubby bears with beards and leather harnesses started double teaming my mouth. Their bellies pressed against each other as I got both of their cocks in me. I wasn’t sure if they were going to fuck my mouth or piss in it. I can’t imagine drinking from both of them at the same time. That would be too much all at once. But of course they did intend on unleashing in me. Wrestler baby faced guy was fucking hard and grunting. Piss gushing out of my ass as he pulled out and back in. Piss from the first guy, not him. The two bear chubs, let loose and started pissing in my mouth at the same time, and that’s when baby face buried in deep and came inside me. “Fuck! That’s good!” He grunted. I was now trying to drink from both these guys but it was impossible. I was spilling out my mouth at an incredible rate, I was drinking as fast as I could. I could feel my stomach swelling on it. Then baby face was under me. He was drinking the over flow spilling out my mouth. He met his mouth with my chin catching it all like an expert. I was grateful for the help. I put my hands on his shoulders for support. His shoulders were thick and strong. He grabbed my hands and caressed my fingers. We worked together to finish up the two bear chubs. They had a lot in them and were content with our work. I on the other hand was exhausted. My ass and stomach were filled with piss. I felt bloated and out of breath. “I need a break, this is way too much.” Baby face put an arm around me in the shower and was rubbing my belly. I leaned into him focusing on breathing. “You did a good job dude. That was fucking hot. And I loved your ass.” The other guys were sucking each other and a couple wandered off presumably to fuck. I reached up to turn the shower on to rinse off the mess. Baby face and I relocated to the table in the kitchen where we talked for a while. His name was Dillon. He played college football for some small time university. I didn’t really bother to remember for who. I wasn’t really a sports guy. He wasn’t out to his teammates naturally, so the stress of being a gay dude in sports means he looks to relieve himself though other means, and through a long chain reaction of self discovery, he met Frank and discovered a passion for water sports. “So how did you meet Frank?” Some of the others were doing some sort of sex acts or having conversation like us. A few more guys arrived but I hadn’t paid them much attention. “It’s kinda embarrassing. I was kinda preoccupied with something while nude and he ended up fucking me by surprise.” I recounted the time where i was pinned beneath George’s sloppy cum filled ass. “Wow Frank totally raped your ass? Or was it a roll play thing?” “Mr. Lewis gave me to go ahead! Toilet boy over there belongs to him!” Frank interjected from across the room. He was fucking one of the chubby bears over a coffee table. The chubby bear moaning. “Who’s Mr. Lewis? Your daddy?” Dillon asked, almost teasing. “No he’s just my neighbor. I haven’t played with him in a while. He’s been trying to get me to do a lot of kinky stuff for him and a lot of the times it goes over board.” “How so?” “He’s obsessed with trying to cum in me.” “That’s hot. Why is that a problem?” “He’s poz.” “Ah, and you don’t want to get the bug?” “No.” “Do you love his cock?” “Well, yeah I guess. It’s amazing, and a huge mushroom head.” “Then keep playing with him.” “Hu?” “No need to deprive yourself of a cock that makes you feel good. If you don’t want to get pozzed, there’s plenty of precautions you can take to prevent that and still have fun getting you brains fucked out. You use rubbers?” “No… he prefers bare back.” “Are you on prep?” “No I haven’t gotten around to doing that. And it’s hard to get an appointment with how busy I am.” “Eh, sounds like excuses. Some part of you, even if you’re not aware of it is turned on by the danger of it.” “What? Nah that’s not right.” “You don’t insist on condoms because he likes it raw. You don’t do prep for weak reasons. Nah, there’s a part of you that likes it. Even if that part doesn’t really want to get infected, you definitely love playing with fire.” “Um…” I wasn’t sure of what to say. It’s true that Mr. Lewis has an amazing cock. And every time he fucks me I get so overwhelmed with fear because of the risk. One could even say it was a massive rush. But was I actually liking it on some degree? No, it can’t be. “Hey all I’m saying is, if ya don’t want it, you know how to prevent yourself from getting it. If you do want it. Then you want it. But enough of bug chasing talk. I still have to take a leak, and I’m sure you can handle another load.” Dillon took a red party cup off the table that had a small sip of beer in it left and started pissing in the cup right there. “How long have you done water sports? You seem to be very accustomed to it.” “Not long, like a couple times in the past few months?” We continued to talk as he filled the cup. It looked like an ordinary beer except the beer keg was cute footballer who made this special brew inside him. “And you’re at one of Franks parties? Damn, talk about running before you can walk. Cheers to that.” Dillon handed me the beer-I mean piss cup. It looked good, it was very warm and light, the color of a German Pilsner. I was still kinda full from before but I had room for it, and I was starting to like this guy so that made me want to drinking more. I brought the cup up to my lips and started chugging it down. It did have a slight beer taste to it. Left over from whatever was in there before. Dillon was rubbing himself as I drank. Once I finished I was totally full at this point. I couldn’t drink anymore. Dillon licked my lips. He brought me in for a deeps kiss, shoving his tongue in my mouth. We made out for a while. The party goers getting more rambunctious around us. At some point Dillon said he had to go, but we exchanged numbers to keep in touch. Since the party was getting more orgy than piss play at this point I decided I had enough as well. I started to get ready to leave but I wanted to thank Frank for having me over. I wandered around looking for him, weaving between the bodies fucking and piss drinking. I made my way to the bedroom to see if he was there. It was dark in there, I could barely see. I was going to turn around to leave but someone closed the door. I didn’t know who and my eyes were still adjusting. “Hello?” I asked in the dark. A dim red light turned on. I could see who it was. A buff guy wearing black rubber shorts, gloves, boots, and a black rubber mask covering his entire head. I couldn’t see eye holes and he had a zipper over the mouth. It was a little scary. He said nothing. “Excuse me I was looking for someone.” I reached for the door but he took my hand away from it. He stood in front of the door blocking my exit and slowly walked toward me. I was back against the bed with him almost close enough our bodies could touch. He leaned in and reached for something past me on the bed. It was a curved funnel. He undid the zipper on his mask and attached it to his mouth with a strap. The funnel pointing upward. He got on his knees and put his hands on my hips looking up at me. He was still silent but I figured I knew what he wanted. I guess he wanted me to piss in the funnel. The thought made me realize how much I needed to piss due to how much I drank at the party. It was a weird feeling standing in front of this kneeling stranger who’s face I couldn’t see. I pointed my cock towards the funnel and released. His hands gripped my ass and I herd fast swallowing sounds coming from him. It was the first time anyone ever drank mine before. It felt good to drain it and arousing that it was being swallowed up by a thirst pig. I think I was really loving this kink. The funnel was almost full when I emptied the last of my piss into it. Rubber mask was doing his best to drink it all. I watching the piss disappear in the funnel. Every last bit of it was gone. The guy gasped to catch his breath but kept eye contact with me. Was it eye contact? I guess so since his head was still looking up at me. He rubbed his hands on me more, exploring my body. The rubber gloves feeling slick and smooth on my bare skin. It was a new experience but nice. “Hey thanks dude. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to go.” I motioned to leave but he held my hips. He was still on his knees but didn’t want me to leave. He patted my ass cheeks, almost pleading for something. Oh! “That other guy pissed up my ass earlier. Is that what you want?” He gave an enthusiastic nod, his ass shook back and forth almost like a dog wagging his tail. My eyes were fully adjusted to the darkness and red light. His body was well toned. I couldn’t tell what skin color he had, all I saw was red and heavy shadows. He was a mystery. It was kinda jarring to see such a big dude so submissive to a, well compared to him I was definitely a twink. Maybe a twunk. No one else was in the room. “Okay, if you’re sure.” I turned around and squatted over the funnel, wondering how this would work. Rubber mask put his hands on the back of my thighs close to my ass, acting as a sort of human chair. He was strong and had large biceps so I’m sure he could easily support my weight but I didn’t want to stress him too much. So I made sure only to give him about half of my weight. It didn’t take much for me to release the piss in my ass. I was full and it was practically begging to come out. I tried controlling the flow so I didn’t overwhelm the poor guy. I herd him gulping down again. Wow this was probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done. He was drinking it as fast as I was giving it. This man was an expert. I felt his body tremble a bit, he must have been getting tired. “Sorry I’ll let up a bit.” I tried supporting my own weight but he squeezed my thighs and kept me down. He forced me to sit my entire weight down into his hands. “Are you okay?” He patted my thigh with one hand. I guess that meant yes. This guy was determined to serve me. I never met someone so eager in this kind of role before. Then again I never met anyone who was into this kind of role. I felt the last of the gold liquid spill out. I got up off of his arms and watched him go. He swallowed the last of it then took the funnel strap off and zipped his mouth shut. His head tilted to the side a little. I think he was looking at me in gratitude. He bent down, and rubbed his head on my leg. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I patted his head a bit “Uh… good boy?” He moaned and hugged my leg. This is so strange, but it’s also weirdly hot. Is this what having a sub is like? Did others want me to be like this? So many thoughts went through my head as I was petting Rubber mask at my feet. It was kinda cute. Like having a dog. A very fucked up but affectionate dog. Rubber mask looked back up to me, I think awaiting further instruction. I didn’t really know what else to do. Collin may have fucked me (oh right I guess Rubber mask swallowed his cum along with that other guys piss.) but I wasn’t really planning on fucking. “Thanks for the fun time, but I need to go.” He seemed to have no objections, but even if he did I guess he wouldn’t think it proper to express them. He was a power sub after all. Is that a thing? Power sub? Well if it is, Rubber mask is definitely one. “But, if you want I could see you again. I’m just at the end of the hall.” He gave a nod. I don’t think I’d be able to recognize him if he did come around. So I guess I opened myself to another stranger. I was getting bold. I opened the door and the light from the party flooded in. Frank was there standing in front of me looking in the room. “Oh I see you found a friend. How was it? He didn’t do anything too crazy did he?” He seemed pleased with my fooling around in his bedroom. “Rubber mask? Yeah he was um… a very good boy?” “Wow you hear that?” Frank was looking past me to the guy still kneeling. “Looks like your name is Rubber mask now! Ha ha!” “Oh what is his name?” I turned towards him realizing how rude that was to talk about him in third person. “Sorry what is your-“ Frank directed my face towards him. “His name is Rubber mask. You said so yourself. You can’t take it back now.” He then whispered to me. “This is his thing, just humor him.” “Okay. Oh by the way I wanted to thank you for having me over but I’m headed home. The party is getting a bit too wild for me.” “Too wild for you? Hey, if you say so. But yeah it was great having you here. The guys loved you I’m sure.” I grabbed my clothes and gave Rubber mask one last pet on the head, he seemed happy. I got dressed and left the party to their vices. The door closed behind me and the music was muffled. I was finally no longer apart of the piss orgy party. I stood in the hall for a moment. Reality suddenly coming back to me. Jesus Christ what the hell am I becoming? I went home for the night. As I laid in bed my head was swarming what fantasies of so many different guys. Rubber mask, Dillon, Frank, Muscle bear, Mr. Lewis, Rob… what would Rob think of all that? Would he be interested in that sort of thing? I fell asleep dreaming of myself in rubber mask’s position and Rob standing in front of me. I think at some point Rob’s form might have periodically turned into Mr. Lewis for a moment, but mostly it was Rob, filling the funnel.

I didn’t see Rob at all the rest of the day. I tried to find him but he was either too busy or he may have been avoiding me since seeing me in the hallway. The day flew by and I could barely focus on schoolwork. As the evening came I wandered through the apartment trying one last attempt to see if I could get ahold of him. But no luck. I was at my place, thinking of what to say to Mr. Lewis. I was at a loss so I laid face down in bed, hoping I could sleep off the stress. I wasn’t asleep long until I was woken up by a big weight on me. As I came to I saw Mr. Lewis was in bed sitting front of me. His cock was poking me in the face. His feet pressed against my cheeks. As I looked over my shoulder the weight on top of me was George down at my ass eating me out. They were both there. They snuck in as I was asleep. Fuck I should have put the chair on the door! “What’s going on?!” Mr. Lewis repositioned my face with his feet to look directly at his cock. The tip of it grinding against my lips. “Moment of truth pig boy. Did ya slobber all over the big man’s feet like I told ya to?” “Not yet grandpa, I haven’t found him.” Mr. Lewis’s cock went in my mouth. I could taste his salty pre cum. He smiled. Clearly happy over for what I said. “Oh then I guess you’re too late now. Times up.” “But! I still have time!” I tried to say as best as I could with his bulbous tip in my mouth. “Nope! My task, my rules. But deep down you didn’t want to complete that assignment. You’re addicted to your grandpa aren’t you?” He was rubbing his feet on me while I sucked him. “You love my cock don’t you?” “…yes” I mumbled “You love these feet don’t you?” “…yes” “Good, then how about you lick them here, while old George goes to town on your ass? I know he has already sampled you a few times, but this time I’m gonna make sure he’s very thorough. And so will I.” George continued licking my hole. It felt good and Mr. Lewis’s feet felt nice caressing my face. I wanted to escape but the kink was making my head spin. The cock slipped out of my mouth, a trail of pre falling down my chin. I kissed his feet and started licking his feet and cock. Going back and forth between them. “Yes that a good foot pig.” Mr. Lewis took out some thing that he was holding behind him, it was a condom. But it was a used condom filled with cum, a lot of cum. Like a bunch of guys jacked off into it. It looked like half a cups worth. He was pinching the opening shut. It bounced like a creamy water balloon. “Here George use this.” George took a break from rimming me and sat up on top of me, his cock resting on my crack. He took the condom and started sticking the opening at my ass, shoving it in. “Wait what’s that? No. What are you doing?” I protested but Mr. Lewis held my face to him with his feet. “Just some natural lube for you boy. Look, he’s going to get the end of it nestled in your ass there and squeeze the tip of it like a tube of toothpaste. Your ass will get filled with multiple loads from friends of mine. “Oh god, do they have anything?” George was squeezing the condom with the opening inside me. The mass of cum balling up at my entrance. My clenching hole keeping the cum from draining into me for now but George kept the pressure, gently pushing the cum balloon further. “I don’t know. Does it matter? You’re a dirty pig boy who doesn’t care how low he goes. I was thinking I had to break you down more but you seem to love George’s kink so much, I don’t see a point now.” “I didn’t! He sat on me! Nothing happened! I just rimmed him. That Frank guy was there and saw!” The cum bubble was still being pressed against my hole. George seemed not to care either way. Mr. Lewis looked off to the side. “That true Frank? George didn’t do the deed while you fucked him?” “Not that I witnessed. I wouldn’t be there if he did. I’m a piss freak but that ain’t my scene.” What? Frank was here? How many guys were in my room? “George old buddy. Are you up to your pranks again?” He looked at George playfully annoyed. “Eh, I didn’t have anything at the time. But he’s going to get it sooner or later and I’ll be the one to do it.” “Sure sure, but that’s besides the point. What matters is he hasn’t dropped all his barriers yet. Come on, get up. I’ll need some alone time to work my magic.” Fuck thank goodness. I felt relieved and was relaxing more. “I still need to cum.” George complained, then with a sharp lurch, he pressed the cum balloon against my ass and it all squirted up in my ass! “Oh fuck!” I felt it spread in me. It was room temperature so I couldn’t feel any warmth from it but I felt it balling up in my colon then spreading towards my depth. “George! That wasn’t easy to collect.” Mr. Lewis was annoyed. George pulling the sloppy empty condom out of me and started slapping my ass with his hard cock. “Didn’t want to waste it.” He got into position for penetration. “George no. You can’t fuck him. I need to-“ George slammed his cock in me and started fucking. His weight on my back made it impossible to move. “George, you’re being very naughty.” “You don’t get him all to yourself. I’m gonna cum in him then finish what I started.” I think Frank was jacking off in the corner, or on the edge of the bed. Hard to tell. George was enjoying my cum filled ass and I was starting to enjoy him fucking me but I still wanted him off. “Oh it’s just like with Mason’s son all over again. You always were a greedy bastard.” Mr. Lewis got up and was tapping George on the shoulder. “That’s enough big man. Let up.” George slowed down but still kept thrusting. “We’re still going to fuck him later?” He asked now giving periodic hard slams. It caused more pain then pleasure, but still my dick was hard from it. “Yes we will. But I need quality time with my grandson. Be at the ready though. You’ll get yours later tonight.” George reluctantly got up, pulling his cock out and a small guider of cum shot out my ass. “I still have a full bladder here.” Frank complained. “You can hold it a while longer Frank. You love it anyway. The feeling of needing to piss gets that long cock of yours leaking hard.” Mr. Lewis was gathering the group. There were even a couple other guys there leaving that I didn’t notice before. Shit he actually had a train of guys organized? Almost everyone dispersed and was leaving. Mr. Lewis ushering everyone out and talking with some of them. Frank was still in the bedroom with me looking anxiously back and forth to the door and me. “Hey lil buddy, before he comes back. Help me out here will ya?” Frank whispered. He got close and shoved his cock in my face. “Drink my piss. Gulp it down fast before he comes back.” I opened my mouth and as soon as he stuck it in he unleashed his flow. “Oh yeah I was holding it in for a while. He promised me a toilet boy and I’m getting one.” I did my best to gulp it down. He was well hydrated and it didn’t have a strong taste to it. Just slightly tangy and warm. It was actually enjoyable, okay, it was really enjoyable and was turning me on. Gulp after gulp I swallowed Franks piss. He was smiling at me, running his hands through my hair. Eventually it slowed and came to a halt. He gave a few finishing bursts and pulled out. I licked the last drops off his tip and licked my lips. “Thanks man, that was so hot. Did you like it?” “Yeah I did, thanks.” I whispered my gratitude while wiping my mouth. Frank bent down to whisper in my ear. “Hey, do you want to come to a party with me sometime? I have some friends that would love to piss in you.” Normally I’d refuse, but I really did enjoy drinking it from him. So gave him a nod. “Good, I’ll get things arranged.” Frank got up to leave passing by Mr. Lewis. “Taking your time hu? No funny business?” Mr. Lewis looked at Frank suspicious. “Everything’s fine man. Just leaving.” As Mr. Lewis ushered the last guest out. Rob was standing in the doorway. “Oh? What are you doing here?” Mr. Lewis asked Rob. I was standing there between them, happy to see Rob but also ashamed of him seeing so many guys leave my place. “The kid wanted me to come over so I’m here.” Rob looked at me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Mr. Lewis looked at Rob then back to me several times. “Well… very well then… you two have fun.” Mr. Lewis wandered back to his place, I could here him mumbling under his breath “Fuck, fuck. God damn it.” He acted like he just lost a bet. I was now alone with Rob. A strange sense of comfort and safety washed over me. “I thought you wanted to fool around but it looks like you already got your fill.” He commented noticing the cum seeping out my ass. “Not by choice. He’s been fairly assertive with that recently.” “That right? You seemed to be enjoying yourself getting fucked the hall.” Rob walked to the kitchen and wet a rag. He came back to me and started cleaning me off. “I can explain.” “No need, I know how tempting his cock is and he has a knack for converting guys into kink.” I liked having him touch me. Getting cleaning up by him almost felt nurturing. “He didn’t seem too happy I was here. Is this game of his supposed to be over by now or what?” “He said I had till the end of today or he’d have George-“ “George?!” He grabbed my shoulders. “He has that nasty fuck involved too?” I looked down. “Yeah and a few others apparently… but you came before they did anything. Well mostly.” Rob took a breath. “Okay. Kid you need to stop this. Those guys are bad business. I don’t think you know how bad half the people are who live here. It’s like a damn fetish bathhouse at times.” “Yeah I’ve been starting to pick up on that.” Rob was looking up and down my naked body in front of him. “What do you need from me? He just wants me to fuck you and he’ll leave you alone?” “I don’t think he’ll leave me alone. I would just dodge being thrown to George and I guess those other guys. Frank seemed nice though…” “Frank? Yeah he’s an okay guy for the most part. Obsessed with piss play though. Did he get you doing any of that?” “Yeah, twice. Mr. Lewis too a couple times.” “Damn and you like it?” I couldn’t tell if he was being judgmental or not. “I liked it from Frank.” “He’d be glad to hear that.” Rob was now pacing around the room, contemplating. “Okay so here’s what we can do. I’m clean you hear? I’m not interested in catching anything from you. So I’ll hang about here for a bit and you can tell the old bastard we did whatever you want to tell him okay?” Would that trick work? Would Mr. Lewis believe that? But it sounded like a win for me either way. “Yeah I’d like that. Thanks.” I got clothes on and Rob and I were spending time together. For once in a long time I actually felt like I could drop my guard. I wasn’t expecting him to be so understanding. We watched TV, played on our phones, talked about our days and some of the things that Mr. Lewis George and Frank did. Rob was unfazed by it. After a couple of hours, Rob felt like it was time for him to leave. “OK little man. I’m going to head out. You can tell Mr. Wilson you did whatever it was you needed to do. Just don’t tell him I bottomed for you. I don’t need him getting the impression I am taking dirty loads. At least not until you’ve been tested and stop playing with him.” “Right, understood. But he wasn’t expecting me to fuck you.“ “Then tell him I fucked to you, whatever.“ “He wasn’t expecting that either.“ “Alright wait, what exactly did he want you to do?” For some reason I felt embarrassed to mention it. I looked down at his large shoes, imagining what his feet look like inside them. “Uh… he wanted me to… lick your feet.” Rob them quickly grab my shoulder, his mood perked up a bit. “Shit are you serious?! That’s all?! Fuck dude I totally would have loved to do that! That’s a huge kink of mine!” He was now smiling at me but a smile mixed with a touch of disappointment as if he missed out on an opportunity. I think it was actually the first time I had seen him smile. “Really?!” “Yeah! And we could’ve done that this entire time! There ain’t no bodily fluids exchanging. Fuck why didn’t you tell me that from the get-go! It’s too late to actually do anything like that, I have shit to do.” “I- I don’t know. I’m still new to this. I don’t know how to tell a guy I want to foot worship him.” “You want to? Not just have to?” “Yeah, it becoming a kink of mine I guess.” “Alright little dude, I’m going to be real with you now. I’ll foot dom you. But you need to stop seeing that guy. If you do that. I’ll make you my foot pig all you like and then some. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I noticed a slight bulge in his pants. He seems to be getting horny. “Yeah I’d love that.” Rob knelt down to take a shoe off. He pulled off one of his socks and I saw his bare foot. It was huge and meaty. Larger then Mr. Lewis’s or George’s, but not as chubby a man George’s. It was beautiful but I couldn’t see the bottom of it since he slipped his foot back in the shoe. “Here take this. You can show it to Mr. Lewis as proof.” I graciously too the sock from him. It was warm and a little damp from sweat. “Kick the bad habit. I don’t play with tainted goods.” With that Rob left. I was alone in the apartment and it was late. But I was in better spirits now. I felt like I had a little bit more control of the situation now. This time I blocked the door and wedged it good. I went to bed but noticed there was still cum on my sheets. I slept next to it, figuring I’d clean it up in the morning. No one tried getting in, or at least not that I noticed. Mr. Lewis must have believed that I completed my task. There must have been a lot of disappointed guys out there. Especially George. I gripped onto Rob’s sock, holding it close to my face. It smelled fantastic and I couldn’t get enough of it. I decided that the next day I’d be more assertive, perhaps establish boundaries. I slept good that night dreaming of Rob stepping on me.

This story always leaves me wanting more!

Hmmm... yes the unauthorized Public ones ARE THE BEST!! But I rather not use spit as lube..... I love to use/slide in a with cum filled ass pussy..... that is simply the best. Pic's are my Cock having bareback gloryhole action.....

I’d like to give it a try, test my endurance and commitment to being a cumdump. Just not sure about the being beaten part. I can handle being slapped around and a few bruises but would like to keep all my teeth. The closest I have come is hunched over a fuck bench waiting for anonymous loads when someone starting spanking me. I put up with it for a while but he kept going and it really hurt. If I had known for sure he was going to fuck and load me I would have put up with it. Rule for tops, beating and breeding is not an either or situation. If you are going to slap my ass I better be getting some dick out of it. 🤕

Part 3 - Broken The room felt warmer, I was definitely sweating a bit, Paul was boring his tongue into my mouth and his cock into my asshole, a steady rhythm accompanied by the soft sound of his penetrations. He moved his lips from mine, licking his way to an armpit, then bathing my pit with his tongue, pushing against it, rubbing his scruff on that tender, sensitive skin. I was squirming beneath him, gasping, small sounds escaping, as he moved to the other side and did the same. My pits are supersensitive in the same way nips are on lots of other guys, and the way he was working them over was almost too much. Grabbing my upper arms, he pinned them down, settling his body on mine, using his heavier weight to keep me from wriggling so much. “Something wrong, faggot? Can’t control yourself?” He started slamming his cock into me, hard and deliberate. “No - nothing - just, shit, it’s crazy - I mean, this…” My voice trailed off, in my fucked up state I couldn’t put a sentence together. My whimpers resumed. He paused for a second, grabbed poppers, shoved them under a nostril. Obediently, I inhaled once, then again. My head started to spin, now my boipussy somehow was more open, even warmer. “You want my load in your cunt?” I just looked at him, the poppers had now made even speaking a challenge. Unexpectedly, he slapped me, more than lightly. Startled, I didn’t answer at first, then looked at him and nodded. Another slap, “What? Answer me.” “Yes, please, breed my ass, fucking mark my party hole.” “You’re such a fucking pigboy.” “Please.” He started to piston in and out off my hole, drilling in rough and deep, breathing harder. His face contorted, then came a torrent of abuse and cum. "Fuck! Yeah, you’re getting it! What all you whores want. Take my cum. Take it. This cunt is mine. You fucking slut!” Paul was pressing deep, forcing the sperm in, ramming his dick, I could feel the heat and wetness of his load start to seep around my ass lips. He bent down again and kissed, forcefully. The pace slowed, he was reveling in the sensations of my open hole, his cum, the warmth, the conquest. We made out, then he rose up off me, pulled all the way out except for the head, used his finger to trace the outline of my asshole, stretched wide with his cock. Took some of his seed on his fingers, fed it to me, roughly moving his fingers inside my mouth. I sucked them clean. I had lost any sense of control. Of my body, emotions, any ability to do anything except obey and be used. I was broken.