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I had been thinking about having some more professional pictures taken of me for a long time, but kept putting it off knowing that the 'self' pics I have always seem to do the trick and did I really need more than that? The answer was always no. One night, on a whim, I posted an ad on CraigsList, in the Men for Men section, inquiring about a local photographer to take some nude and tasteful pictures of me. Of course I have nudes, self taken, but I wanted someone else's view and skills of taking pictures with an artistic mind. As expected I received multiple crude or amateur responses and it took me a while to sift through them, one of the responses caught my eye. His name was Ed and he had a photo studio in town and offered to take some erotic nudes of me with no expectations or cost, but if one was really good I would agree to let him use it in his studio. I would also get all of the digital files and Ed would keep nothing. Pretty easy for me to agree to, since there was no skin off my back to possibly get some great shots. Ed and I connected via email first and it was pretty professional from the get go, which I appreciated, but I wanted to make sure that if the situation arose, he was alright with more soft porn type photos of me enjoying myself. Ed was totally fine with this and offered to walk me through some of his non-public online gallery to give me some ideas of what he has done with other men and clients. I was pretty excited about this and we set a time. Ed said he would email be back from his personal email so there wasn't any 'business' ties to our conversations or thoughts. I said sure and waited for his email. Ed's email came in soon after. I opened the email and read the pleasantries. I saw the time we were to meet online and go through the gallery, but I also noticed a profile link for what appeared to be Ed's Adam4Adam profile. This couldn't be an accident, right? Of course maybe he just has it there with his personal email. I don't know, but I had to click on it. I was led to Ed's profile and read through his words, summary, and then looked at his available public pictures. Ed was very attractive, should length graying hair, seemed to be fit, but my vision was pulled right to his soft cock, hanging naturally it seemed to be at least six to seven inches soft, shaved balls, and well trimmed pubes. First impression? fucking gorgeous. Oh I wanted to see his 'private' pics, but definitely didn't have the nerve to ask for that, not yet anyway. Ed and I were to connect via hangout so we he could lead me through the gallery. When it was time I opened the video chat link and waited for Ed to join. It seemed like I had been waiting for a long time, but in reality it was my excitement that made the wait that much longer. Ed joined rather quickly after our scheduled time and it was great to finally talk to him. We covered some pleasantries and then Ed asked some questions. "So Tim, would you like to see some artful nudes I have and have had hanging in my gallery at one time or another?". Ed asked. "That would be great! I am very interested on those that started kinda where I am, no experience and no idea what I really want", we both laughed. Ed laughed too and said, "you bet, I think I know what you want to see". Ed shared his screen and started going through the gallery quickly looking for someone specific. "Ah, here he is. This is Joe, he came to me with the same thoughts you have. He had plenty of 'selfies' and 'gay web site' pics, but wanted something done a little more tasteful. We met in my studio and all of these were taken in an afternoon. What do you think?" I was looking intimately at every photo. Many were relaxed poses on a bed or lounger, Joe was naked and semi aroused it most of the pictures. The lighting was awesome and the environment was great, Joe seemed to be in a very relaxed environment. "I think these are perfect for what I am looking for. I see Joe in mostly the same poses, can you handle other positions and thoughts?" I asked Ed. "Of course Tim, let me find a few others that might be more what you are thinking". Ed navigated to another client and past his front photos to a 'second' page. "Are these more along what you are thinking?". The new set of pictures I now saw were incredible and exactly what I was thinking in the way of pictures. There were one of this new guy of him hard...holding his cock, up on all fours, a dildo in his ass...they were all very nice. Ed commented, "I can see by your stares and the silence these pictures have grabbed your attention". Ed laughed "Fuck Ed". I caught myself and corrected my reaction, "sorry Ed. I mean yes, these are exactly what I was looking for. Can I ask you about this session?". "Of course Tim, I am very open, you can ask anything you want." Ed said. "Thank you Ed, I really appreciate that. For this session, how did this start? What were his thoughts on what he wanted and the obvious, did it go any further, pictures of him cumming?". "Great questions Tim. This is Robert. Robert wanted some new pictures that might be 'action' type pictures. We started with different poses and soon enough Robert was aroused and it just led from there. To answer your last question, yes Robert came very hard at the end of that session". I was getting hard hearing Ed talk about the photo session, this is exactly what I was looking for. "That is hot" "Yes Tim, it is very fucking hot. So, would you like to schedule a session for yourself?" "Yes Ed, I would love that". We worked out a time to meet up at Ed's studio. Meeting Ed I arrived at Ed's studio as we had discussed. The studio was in an older building down town, more of a loft style studio or apartment. Ed was wearing a loose fitting button up shirt, shorts, and sandals. "Welcome Tim, please come in" he said while letting me in. I almost felt him staring me up and down from behind. I immediately noticed the erotic photography on the walls, men posing in many settings and poses. After closing the door Ed said, "you like my work?". As I continue to go over the different photos I answered, "very much. They are just great, very real, very sexy". Ed chucked, "ha, you should see the ones I keep in my office. those are much more...revealing". I turned to Ed, "I would love to, can we? It might give me some ideas". Ed said 'sure' and led me down one of the hallways to a large open room. The floor was wood but a majority of it was covered with a plush area rug. A desk stood towards the end with some draped windows behind them. "Great office", I said. I then took in the photos on these walls. Fuck! They were all so hot. The artistic nature flowed in these as well, but there were some of men aroused, men masturbating, men hard, men leaking, and men fucking. I just stared, not being able to look away. "These might be a little more than you are looking to do, but maybe they inspire some inspiration", Ed said. I walked in closer to on in particular. The photo was black and white and showed a man on all fours. He was being fucked by a rather large cock with a top down view, as if the viewer is the one doing the fucking. "Amazing" I said. I was looking intently at it, getting aroused, and didn't sense Ed coming up next to me. "Yes, this is a good one". Ed almost startled me. "I remember it well. Do you like it?". "Oh yes, it is very sexy. I don't know how you were able to get that point of view, it is incredible. Well done. They obviously had this in mind when they came here, right?". "Oh it takes some skill, and luck, to be able to capture this in the moment", Ed said while air quoting. He then added, "yes I think he had this in mind when he came over". I thought about that statement, I am sure he meant when one of the men made the arrangements. Ed quietly moaned and I think he adjusted his cock in his shorts. "Let me show you to the studio and changing room", he said. Ed showed me into the studio, which had some different furniture pieces and props for pictures. Off to the left was a small room that had a couch, few chairs and what looked like a makeup desk. "Here you go, you can change in here, or undress in here, depending on how you want to start Did you have something in particular you wanted to wear or are you wanting to go right to naked?", Ed asked. "I am want to start with a thong mesh jock and go from there". "very nice. will give you a few and check on you before I am ready". Ed closed the door behind him. I set my bag down on the couch and started removing my clothes. Under my shorts I wore a jock and my silver cock ring. I took the jock off but decided to leave my cock ring on, I was semi aroused anyway so removing it would take a little while. I stripped off my shirt and dug the mesh jock out of my bag. I slid it on and made sure my cock and balls fit in the front pouch, and then adjusted the thong in my crack. As I admired myself in the mirror, I started to get semi hard. A light knock on the door came and Ed asked, "everything going alright in there? I am ready when you are". I moved to the door and opened it, standing back so Ed could see. "Do you think this will look ok?". Ed looked me up and down then said, "fuck yes, it is hot". Ed reached out and pulled on my thong string by my hip, then "turn around so I can see the fit". I turned my ass towards Ed. I felt his fingers slide under the fabric of my thong string running down my crack. His fingers trace the fabric down over my hole and he paused there before pulling his fingers back. "Yes Tim, this will be great, and you wear it very well". I turned back to Ed and it was now I noticed he had changed his shirt and shorts, to more of a looser tshirt and sports shorts that I could make out the prominent outline of his cock head and a new wet spot. I looked up and smiled at Ed. Ed took my hand and let me to the couch. "Let's start with you sitting here, facing me, one leg up". As I moved into position I couldn't help but stare at Ed's shorts and the growing wet spot. After a couple series in similar, but different positions, Ed saw me staring and said, "sorry for leaking Tim. I don't normally start leaking just by taking pictures". "oh, no need to apologize Ed, it happens to the best of us". We both laughed. Ed had me pull the mesh jock aside, releasing my hard cock. "That is great Tim, just like that, don't play with your cock yet, let me take a few". Then Ed said, "maybe turn over so you are resting on the edge of the couch, on all fours, cock still hanging free, but the fabric covering your hole". I did as Ed instructed and while he was moving behind me taking pictures, I asked, you said don't normally start leaking by taking pictures, so when do you start leaking?". I heard Ed stop moving and he answered, "usually when a hot client is showing me their ass". I turned my head to look at Ed. His cock was very hard now and VERY prominent in his shorts. "Just kidding Tim" and we both laughed. "I normally start leaking when watching porn or checking some websites I like. I stood up from the couch and removed my thong all together and then assumed the same position. "Same here" I said. "That is great Tim, here let me straighten out some of those cushions", Ed said and moved in behind me. As he bent over my ass and back he held on to a cheek with one hand while he pushed the cushions back to where they should be. He leaned over the other way and this time his cock, behind his shorts, touched my hip. "there, that should keep them up". Ed's hand was still on my cheek and hard cock touching my hip. He asked, "would you like a toy and try to take some of those pictures"? His hand moved over my ass cheek to my hole and kept his finger there. "yes please Ed, I would love that". "Great, give me a minute, be right back". Ed squeezed my cheek and headed to a near equipment bench. He opened one of the drawers. He seemed to pull out a dildo and some lube. Ed hurried over and I now saw clearly it seemed to be a six inch dildo, lube, and also poppers. I started to get hornier and hornier the closer he got, and yes is apparent big cock was bouncing all over the place. Ed came close to me on the couch and asked, "can I help you with these?". "I would love that Ed, thank you". I arched my back and next felt some cold lube drip onto my ass and Ed rubbing it all over my hold and around my full balls. He then lubed up the toy and used his off hand to spread my hole open a little...and slowly worked the dildo in to me. I moaned out loud, "fuck that feels good". my cock was now dripping. "I think these will be hot". "Tim, hold this in you I need to capture this". Ed got his camera and then said, "mind if I take off my shirt, a little hot in here now", and he laughed. "of course not, please do". I could tell the hand with lube on it had found his hard cock in his shorts, the evidence was obvious. I watched Ed peel off his shirt. He wasn't hairy at all, just some small graying patches in the middle of his chest. "much better, ok if you want to slowly work that in and out of you...perfect". Ed got closer and started taking pictures. I took the dildo and started sliding it in and out of me, fuck it felt so good. Ed said, "now quickly pull it out and I will get your hole wide open". I did as Ed asked and Ed got closer and closer, taking pictures. "You are beautiful Tim. I hope you let me hang one of these in my office". "I would love that Ed". my hole was aching, but I took the dildo into my mouth and sucked on it to get it wet. "fuck Tim, that is hot. Pretend it is a big wet cock, suck on it", Ed said. "yeah, suck on it. damn great pics Tim". Ed stopped taking pictures and I heard him breathing a little harder. I opened my eyes and saw Ed had pulled his cock out of his shorts and was stroking it, watching me. His cock was so gorgeous, probably nine inches and leaking precum now. "want to get some of you sucking my cock?" Ed didn't really wait for an answer, he got on the couch next to me and started leaning in giving me access to his big cock! I dropped the dildo and started squeezing Ed's big cock. I lowered my head to his cock, licking it clean of any precum and then sucking him into my mouth. "suck that big cock Tim. do you like my cock boy?". Ed asked while holding the back of my head. I just moaned loudly. Ed's hand left the back of my hand and trailed down my back to my exposed, pre lubed hole. I felt his fingers now circling around my hole and in a moment he slid one of his fingers in to me. Then two fingers, I moaned around his thick cock. As Ed finger fucked my ass I took his cock out of my mouth and told him, "please fuck me baby". "oh Tim, I really want to but we shouldn't". I was still holding Ed's big cock in my hand and looking up at him, "why? do you have a boyfriend?" "No", Ed said. I continued, "don't fuck your clients?". "No, it isn't that Tim". "Please Ed, I want you in my ass so bad". "Tim, I am poz and not on meds. I want to fuck you so bad, take pictures of my cock in you, but I want you to know the risk". Here I was, on all fours, in front of a gorgeous man and his gorgeous cock. This is the time to make that decision. "Ed, would you please take pictures of your cock in me, bare?". Ed asked, "are you sure Tim?" I just said, "yes". Ed leaned down and kissed me, got up with his camera and got behind me. I could feel his cock then lay on my crack. Ed then started sliding his cock back and forth across my hole! I knew he was taking pictures now and it just turned me on even more. "Tim, are you ready? Your hole is so wet and ready for my cock. Tell me to fuck you now". "fuck Ed, please...put your big cock in me, I need to feel you deep in my ass". Ed stopped sliding, and I felt him pushing his cock down as the head was right at my hole. That big cock started opening me up, the pressure was intensifying as he slowly pushed past my tight ring, finally I felt a little relieve and Ed stopped pushing! "baby, my cock head is in you, I need to take some pictures...please hold still". I could feel Ed's cock in me, pulsing, as he captured the moment for me. "Fuck Tim, I might have to hang this one in my office. Your ass is nice and tight, just wraps around my cock. Are you ready for more?" To help Ed know how I felt, I pushed back on his cock a little. "Tim, damn....I love it...take my cock as much as you want". I pushed back on Ed's cock a little more, feeling him slide into me more and more! He was stretching my ass more than I had been before and I loved it. If I thought about it, I knew the dangerous position I was now in, this poz top man was leaking in me, and Ed was not on meds. I couldn't help but let him fuck me more and more. Ed put the camera down and grabbed both of my hips to help him get deep in me. "please keep fucking me Ed, don't stop". Ed started really fucking me will full long strokes of his big bare cock. "I love watching my cock slide in and out of you", Ed said. As Ed started sliding in and out of me quicker I thought I could feel him swelling. "Tim I am going to pull out and cum all over your sexy ass". I immediately turned my head over my shoulder, "please don't pull out, I need to feel you cum in me...please". "you want my poz cum baby?", Ed asked I put my head on the pillow in front of me and loudly said, "breed me with your poz load, I want it so bad". Ed picked up the pace, "oh yes boy, you are going to get all of my cum in you". His pace started to pick up and soon Ed said, "get ready baby, here comes my poz load" "fuck me full Ed, poz my neg ass". I couldn't believe I was shouting this to a poz man, but I wanted Ed's load deep in me, changing me! That is when I felt Ed swell and finally shove deep in me and start shooting. my cock erupted underneath me. His girth and depth was all it took for us to orgasm together! After grunting and shooting, Ed finally collapsed on my back...kissing my shoulders. He said, "thank you Tim, that was so fucking hot. I love fucking you." As he slowly fell out of my sore ass, I said to him, "I want more Ed"

Wasn't my last load but a hot anon one this morning on my jog. Love taking my shirt off and seeing if I can catch any guys checking me out. Saw a chubby shirtless guy headed towards who also had his shirt off and loved watching him jiggle as he headed my way, pale skin, a little bit of chest hair, inked here and there, redheaded. As he got closer I could see he was probably late 20s or early 30s, what most guys might call an otter. I played with my crotch a little as we approached each other and smiled at him as he passed me and he smiled at me as well. I turned around to see if if he was checking me out and sure enough, caught him looking. I smiled again and he waved at me so I turned around and caught up with him. As I did he said "hey" and got right to the point asking if I was looking. I said I was and we both slowed down to a walk and he asked if I lived nearby. I hadn't seen him before so didn't know what his story was, but said I did but couldn't host. He muttered a damn and said he couldn't either. I told him I knew a fenced in yard at a vacant house we could use if he didn't mind doing it outside. He laughed and said he was already sweaty so why not. He wasn't kidding either, his body was glistening and I could only guess his ass was moist and ready as mine was. I told him to follow me off the path towards the place I've used before. As we walked there he introduced himself as Matt and I introduced myself and we chatted a bit. He was pretty forward that he wanted to fuck me and get fucked, which got me hard and had him laughing teasing me about young guys always getting hard so easy. I teased back that he must like young guys and he admitted he did. We slipped inside the fenced in yard and he was checking things out and pulling me towards him, sticking his hand in my shorts and jerking my cock. He pulled me in and started kissing me saying he loved how thick my cock was and how bad he wanted it in him and my load too. Knowing he wanted it raw got my cock throbbing and he added he wanted to do me the same way and I told him I wanted it like that. He pulled me over towards the back of the house and pulled his shorts off. I loved how hairy his ass was and it was dripping with sweat, easily mixing with my spit allowing me to penetrate his ass as he moaned with delight. Clearly he's done this before and loves taking random loads from guys. He was moaning telling me how hot my cock felt in his ass, how thick it was, and how bad he wanted my load. I wasn't holding back and really pounding him hard and he was taking it like a champ and I blasted my load in him as he begged me not to pull out. I kept stroking, telling him there was more where that came from and he laughed saying that's why he loved young guys. I leaned into that saying I bet he took lots of loads from young guys and he laughed saying he did and he also has bred a lot of young guys and that he was going to breed the shit out of my ass. I loved that he was so piggy and honest about fucking and getting fucked and soon enough blasted a second load inside him. By now we were both drenched in sweat and couldn't wait to take his load. I'd been jerking his cock will pumping my second load in him and was loving how thick his cock was too. I knew it would really strain my ass the way I love. After I slid out of his ass he put me up against the wall and told me he wasn't going to show any mercy and he didn't, spitting on his cock and my ass and then forcing his cock in me roughly and I let out a "fuck" louder than I wanted to. I was hoping no one was walking their dog nearby and didn't hear that but didn't care as he was now balls deep in me and pounding me hard calling me a dirty little slut and that I'd probably been fucked here by other guys. I said I had been and he kept it up saying I probably get fucked all the time by guys I pick up on the trail and I admitted I did. He kept it up saying I probably let them all breed me raw and take their loads and I admitted I did. He laughed and said he loved slutty young guys like me who love getting bred raw all the time. I was now begging for his load, loving that he had me figured out as the slut I am. He let out a loud groan and I could feel his load flood my guts and I begged him to stay inside me and not to pull out. He laughed and said "not a chance" only to slid out once his dick went limp. I told him what a hot fuck he was and he laughed and told me to suck him clean. I did as told, making sure his cock was clean as a whistle. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them back on thanking me but saying he needed to get going. I pulled my shorts back on and we headed back out the gate. It's a short walk back to the trail and I told him it would be hot to hook up again. He laughed and said if he sees me again to say hey and we'd take it from there. I offered my number but he said he couldn't do that offering no more of an explanation. I said that was cool and I could only guess he must have a BF or GF or maybe just prefers random hookups. We split up again and headed our separate ways.

Part 7 We stepped inside and were greeted by a thin nude man. He looked about middle aged and gaunt. I could see all his musculature through his skin. He looked generally unhealthy. But he did have a decent sized cock. As I was guided in by grandpa I was wondering why he unzipped my underwear. My dick and ass exposed seemed like a bit of a risky temptation for any shady types. There were a lot of guys in the place. Probably more or less of a dozen. Almost all of them were as thin as the door man. Some of them were chubby bears, some had body types like grandpa. Almost everyone was naked. The majority of them gathered around the center of the room in a circle surrounding something. “Let’s see what the commotion is shall we?” Grandpa guided me to the center towards the men in a circle. As I looked through some of them I could see a guy getting fucked on all fours while sucking another guy. Many others were stroking their cocks watching the scene. Some of them looked at me and I was feeling nervous at there glances. “Now that’s a good bottom, taking all those poz cocks raw. Wouldn’t you say Kenny?” Grandpa was rubbing my exposed ass. “Shouldn’t he be using protection?” Grandpa laughed, some other men near me rolled their eyes. I knew what kind of party this was but still. Grandpa started fingering my hole as more of the men were getting closer around us. The intrusion of his finger made me jump a bit. I tried to act casual while the others stared at the guy in the middle of the room getting relentlessly fucked by several sickly looking men. Grandpa was watching the show as well, his fingering me being only an afterthought. I didn’t want to gain anyone’s attention even though I could feel some eyes were looking at me. I couldn’t help but look around. Observing all the different types of men that were here. The oldest looked like a man in his 80s, he was short and chubby, his dick was thin but long. He had that typical tired grandpa vibe about him. In his case he could be my great grandpa. when I looked at him, his eyes met me and I quickly looked away. I didn’t want to signal to him I was interested or anything. I just stood there and played with my dick a little, while grandpa explored my ass with his finger. The men fucking the guy in the center of the room were grunting, I could see there movements hastening, it didn’t take long for them to reach orgasm and shoot their what I would assume poz loads inside of him. The sex looked pretty hot, but I definitely didn’t want to participate in it. “Hi there Mr. Lewis, who is this young boy you have with you?“ I heard a gravelly voice ask. It was the 80-year-old man from across the room, shit he came over here. “This is my grandson Kenny. I’m just showing him the ropes.“ Grandpa took his finger out of my ass and gave it a slap as he smiled towards the elderly man. “No kidding? Do you play with him?“ He was stroking his very erect thin cock that looked to be about eight or 9 inches long uncut with long saggy foreskin, his balls had a mess of grey and white hair sprinkled on them. “More or less. I’ve been teaching him what it’s like to get fucked. His ass is quite divine.” Grandpa started pushing on my back. “Bending over this chair boy. Let old Harmon here get a look at your beautiful bubble butt.“ I couldn’t help but do as I was told. There was a chair in front of me and I propped my hands on it, my ass up in the air. “Grandpa, are you sure this is OK?“ He used his thumbs to spread my cheeks apart, my ass hole on display. “Of course. Harmon here just wants to take a peek. Isn’t that right Harmon?” “Yes. I’d love to see inside of him. How about you spread his hole open more?“ Harmon walked up behind me. Grandpa stuck two fingers in my ass and started stretching me open. It hurt a little but I could feel myself opening up. “There, isn’t that a lovely wet cave he has?” Grandpa giggled, proud of showing me off like some sort of toy. “Oh yes. I can see inside of him nicely.“ Harmon stepped forward and put a hand on my ass, he was still stroking his cock as he got closer. “I think I’m going to spunk soon. Do you mind if I kiss his cave with my tip?“ “A few little love taps won’t hurt.” Harmon started slapping his dick on my ass, sliding up and down my crack, I could feel his foreskin glide over my hole as he rubbed it up and down. Then he positioned the tip directly at my opening, his foreskin kissing my hole almost like a suction cup. “Grandpa, isn’t this a bit much?“ He was still spreading my ass open for Harmon. “Don’t worry. I’m here. Nothing bad will happen to you. Just be a good boy and keep that ass up so my friend can see.” “Yes, his ass feels hot and slick. It’s going to make my sausage ooze in the moment.” Harmon kept stroking his dick at my entrance. Grandpa studiously holding my ass open. Then somebody else walked up to us. “Mr. Lewis is that you? Long time no see.“ I didn’t know who it was. They were out of my peripheral. Grandpa Lewis turned his head away and started engaging in small talk with the stranger. He was no longer looking at me and Harmon, but he still had his hands on my ass. I could hear Harmon grunting as he rubbed his shaft. Harmons hips started to move in once grandpa Lewis’s gaze was away. I could feel his cock head emerging from out of his foreskin as it dug inside of me. It slipped inside of me easily along with several inches of this shaft. Both of his hands were on my hips as he started to fuck me raw. I was too afraid to say anything. I was waiting for grandpa to look back and stop what Harmon was doing. “Oh yeah, that ass feels better then my own son’s boy.“ He then started slamming into me balls deep. His thrusting hurt, his thin cock felt like it was stabbing me on the inside. His hips smacking my ass, but his hips also smacked grandpa‘s hands as well. “What’s this? Oh Harmon. You silly old goat. Get that dirty thing out of there. You have a higher viral load then I do. He ain’t ready for that. He’s still neg” Harmon continued fucking me. “Just a moment. I’m getting close. I just need to dump my spunk in him and you can have him back.” “Nope. No more let’s get you out of there.” “How about a few more seconds? Just a bit? Maybe 20 or 30 or a minute?” “Ugh, fine you desperate old fart. You get 30 seconds but then pull out.” Harmon went to town drilling into me, moaning the entire time. “Grandpa he can’t!” I protested. “It’s only a little while. Harmon here doesn’t get much action. He’s older then what a lot of the other guys like. Just let him feel ya a few seconds longer.” “Yeah… oof oh fuck. A few seconds is all I’ll need, oh shit.” Harmon was getting really excited. Grandpa was studiously watching Harmon fuck my ass. A few guys in the room were watching us and jacking off. Harmon started to increase his pace. His hips slapping into me as I could feel his dagger jab my guts. His cock felt hard as a rock and my insides could barely take his harsh thrusts. “Oh fuck that’s good! Oh fuck! Oh it’s coming!” “And that’s time! Come on time to pull out.” Grandpa instructed. “A few more seconds! Oh! Oh!” “Perhaps. Are you cuming?” “Yes! Fuck I’m cuming now! AAAGH!!” Harmon arched his back and slammed balls deep. I felt his cock burry deep in me. Deep into the upper parts of my intestines, deeper than what it felt like it should have done. ”OOOOoooooh….. beautiful ass… beautiful hungry ass…” “That’s my queue. Let’s get you out before your tip starts spewing.” Grandpa put his hands on Harmons hips and started guiding him out of me. Harmon resisted a bit. Keeping his cock firmly planted in me. “Come on, I can see your old balls pulsing as we speak. Out you silly old goat.” Grandpa pulled and got his cock to slowly slide out. As his cock slid out of me his foreskin was the last to exit, a trail of clear pre stringing between his cock and my hole. “Oh nuts. Guess I’ll just have to shoot it in one of the others.” Harmon walked off to find another hole to breed. My ass still hurt from his harsh stabbing. “That was a close one there Kenny boy. But at least Harmon there could enjoy your ass a little.” I stood up, as my cheeks closed I could feel Harmons goo sticky between them. “Grandpa he almost came in me!” “But he didn’t. Fallow me, I need to take a piss.” Grandpa led me by the hand weaving between the questionable men, some of them copped a few fields of my dick and ass as we passed. We entered a bathroom together where he positioned me between him and the toilet. “OK Kenny, I want you to get on your knees. This next lesson I want you to drink all of grandpa‘s piss.“ “What!? Why? I don’t think I can do that!” He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, he pointed his cock in my face. “Do you want to keep learning about gay life don’t you?“ “Well yeah I do, but this?“ He was waving his cock around, one hand on my face, the other on his dick rubbing it against my lips. “Then you need to know what it’s like to be a toilet for other men. You will be drinking plenty of piss from others. Perhaps you’ll drink a few loads from the guys here.” “But I don’t think I want to.“ As I opened my mouth to reply grandpa stuck his cock in my mouth. “Here’s the deal Kenny boy. I’m going to piss in your mouth and you’re going to drink it. Or if you don’t want to drink it I will have you switch places with the guy getting fucked in the middle of the room. What’s it going to be? My piss in your belly or poz cum from a dozen dirty men? I thought about my options. There’s no way I was going to get gangbanged like that. In comparison drinking some piss it didn’t seem so bad. I brought my hands up around grandpa‘s waist and started sucking his cock. “Good boy. Now you just relax and let grandpa fill you up.“ He put his hands on his hips and relaxed his body. He was looking at me and concentrating. There was about a minute of silence between the two of us with nothing happening. I was on my knees with my grandpa‘s cock in my mouth waiting for a torrent of urine to shoot out that I would have to do my best to drink. I knew that any second it was gonna come. The suspense was agonizing. Then I could taste it, grandpa started to squirt a few streams of piss into my mouth. It was salty and tart. I tried my best to swallow it, but then the stream burst fast. “Ahhhhhh… that’s nice.“ I was frantically trying to swallow as much as I could. Grandpa‘s piss was filling my mouth and shooting down my throat at high speed, some of it ran down my chin. I didn’t have a chance to breathe as I kept drinking the yellow flow. “Yeah that’s a good boy. You look so beautiful drinking your grandpa’s piss. I think I should have you do this every day.“ Eventually the stream calmed down and came to a stop. I swallowed the last mouth full and grandpa shook out the last few drops. My stomach felt full and my head was a little dizzy from the lack of air. Grandpa grabbed a towel to wipe off my face a little. I was still on my knees regathering myself. “You did well Kenny boy. I’m so proud of you. Now I need to go have a chat with my friend from earlier, how about you stay in here for a minute. You’ve seen how easy it is for these nasty men to slip up in you. i’ll be back soon.” Grandpa left me in the bathroom. I stood up and got to the sink, looking in the mirror. I looked at myself, half naked, wearing slutty underwear with my dick and ass exposed, just freshly swelled an older man’s piss and earlier had an old guy slipped his cock in me. I started to think about how I got to this point. I had come along way in just a few days. I was learning so much so fast. Being at this party was scary but there was some excitement in it too. I washed my face in the sink. Covering my face with my hands trying to get myself into a good headspace. Then I felt hands on my ass. It must have been grandpa. Was he back already? His dick was poking my ass. “You’re Mr. Lewis’s boy aren’t you?“ I looked in the mirror and behind me was the sickly skeletal man who answered the door from when we first came in. He was behind me holding my hips. “Uh, yes sir. I’m his grandson Kenny.“ I was getting a little freaked out. I tried not to show it. I was alone in the bathroom with this strange man at a poz party. My ass was exposed and he was behind me aiming his cock towards me. “Did I hear that right earlier? From when Harmon was fucking you? You’re neg?” He was rocking his hips back-and-forth, the tip of his cock massaging my slippery hole. “Yes sir. Grandpa wanted to show me what a poz party looked like. I am kind of new to the gay scene.” “That’s nice of him to bring you here. But you can’t be neg anymore, right? After Harmon fucked you and I’m sure Mr. Lewis has already bread your hole multiple times.“ “No, Mr. Herman pulled out and went to fuck somebody else. Grandpa has been inside me but he hasn’t shot inside me yet.“ “Yet? So I have access to a still virgin boy pussy?“ he was starting to push against my ass. “Yes sir, but I don’t want to get fucked here. I’m just observing. Yeah don’t think grandpa would like me doing this in here.” “This can be our little secret. You can’t come to a poz party without some poz come inside you. I’ll just slip in and blow off my load. How about that?“ “I don’t think so. Maybe I should leave.“ “Hmm, how about I just jack off and blow my load all over your ass cheeks? Good compromise?“ “Um… I guess so…” “Good, get on the floor. And bring that ass up.“ I did as instructed. I was on my knees, facedown on the floor of the bathroom, my ass was up in the air and the man squatted above me stroking his cock, and rubbing my ass. “Spread your cheeks apart. Let me see that hole.” I spread my ass cheeks apart. He was cock slapping me. I could heal his tip tapping against my ring. “Stick a couple of fingers in there. Spread it open. I want to see inside of you.“ I stuck my two index fingers in my ass and tried my best to spread my whole open for him. There was resistance but I felt like I was able to get it open some ways. “That’s good, I can see down inside of you. You’re a good little slut aren’t you?“ I didn’t know how to respond to that, I just wanted him to get off and be done with it. He put a hand on my back and slid his shaft up and down my spread open asshole. I could feel his hand bump me as he was jacking off. He then positioned the tip of his cock at my opening, and was applying pressure. “Fuck yeah I’m going to blow my load all over your ass boy.“ “Yes sir please shoot your load.“ Good, he was going to finish up and I couldn’t get out of there and find grandpa. “You’re ready boy? Are you ready for my poz cum?” “Yes sir…” “Fuck here it comes!” I could feel the motions of his hand vigorously stroking his cock as he was getting ready to ejaculate. The tip of his cock still poking my hole as he was winding up to spurt. “Shit! AAH! YEAH!” I felt his cock blast it’s sperm. My ass was getting covered with it. Stream after stream of hot white sticky lava trenching my asshole and running down my taint, covering my balls. “Oh fuck yeah. Look at all of that. It’s all pooling on that slut hole of yours.” The man then grabbed my ass and squished my cheeks together. I could feel the cum gush out from between my cheeks. I stood up and wandered to the door. I wanted to leave. “Thanks. That was fun. Next time you should let me shoot it inside you.“ I left without saying a word. I tried looking for grandpa amongst the party. The lights darkened and few ambient sources gave little visibility. It seemed like they were setting the mood for more intense play. It was hard to find grandpa around. He was shorter than most so wherever he was he wasn’t visible through the crowd. I weaved between body after body wandering around the apartment. I felt a few hands touching me as I wandered. Cum was still dripping down my ass. I felt a couple hands trying to reach between my cheeks and enter my ass, but I walked away and kept the search. I tried fiddling with my zipper to close myself up so I wouldn’t get any more intruders. I zipped myself down covering my dick up and tried reaching behind me to cover up my ass as I was walking but I was interrupted as a bunch of guys on the floor in front of me were fucking one another blocking my path. one of them was a chubby middle-aged bear on his hands and knees sucking another guys cock. I stopped to try to find a way around them. That’s when I felt a pair of hands on my hips. The guy behind me didn’t say a word. I was trying to walk away but the crowd around me was closing in and I was having a hard time looking for an opening. The stranger behind me then took his cock and started slipping it between my ass cheeks. With the forceful thrust he jammed his cock deep up in my ass and started fucking me standing up. The initial intrusion startled me a bit making me freeze up a little. He got seven or eight thrusts in me before I pulled away and got on my hands and knees. I decided that I would try to crawl underneath the chubby bear sucking cock since underneath him seem to be the only way to get through. The bear was caressing me as I was shimmying under his belly. His hands were pulling down my underwear. He stopped sucking the guy in front of him and as I was almost on the other side, the bear swung his leg over and laid his bodyweight down on top of me. I felt him plunge his short but very thick cock in me and grab my shoulders. He began fucking me and I heard the loud slaps of his belly and hips smacking into my body. His large weight pinning me down. He was grunting like an animal as he was hammering away. I couldn’t move. My hole was getting assaulted. His fat cock going in and out of me sounded like wet sloppy plunging. I could feel myself getting stretched by him. He must have been as thick as a soda can. As he was going to work on me I was trying to think about how to get out of the situation. But I couldn’t move. The chubby bear was having his way, thoroughly enjoying my ass. I felt like he fucked me for about 10 or 15 minutes. Then he changed positions. He got up on his knees and pulled my ass up and started jamming his cock in and out of me hard and fast. I tried taking the opportunity of the new position to get away but he was holding me tight at the hips. As he was fucking me he eventually came to a sudden halt and thrusted his hips forward hard and deep. After a few seconds his grip loosened up and I took that as my opportunity to crawl away, his short fat cock popping out of me with a squelching sound. I crawled through the bodies. My underwear were gone at that point. Grunts and moans filled the dark room. The smell of body sweat and sex was everywhere. Another guy grabbed me as I crawled and positioned over me. Before I could get away he plunged his cock in me too. He was longer then the bear but not as thick. He swung his leg over and stepped on my face. Fucking me with his dirty foot smearing me. It stank and was sweaty. He thrusting was frantic and clumsy. His foot rubbing all over my mouth nose and face. With out any other optioned I stuck my tongue out and started licking his foot. Hoping that would turn his attention towards foot play instead of fucking. I think I was right. As I sucked his toes he stopped fucking. He let me lick his foot for a moment then pulled his cock out and walked away. I tried to find some place to go where I could get away from the party. I couldn’t see grandpa but then again I couldn’t see anything very clearly. Just body shapes. At one point I found a door in a hall. It must have been a bedroom or something, I figured I could wait there. The door was locked so I couldn’t get in. But there was a hole in the door a couple feet off the ground. It looked big enough for me to squeeze through. I tried crawling through but it was tight. I made it halfway but my hips were stuck. Inside the bedroom was as dark as the rest of the apartment with only a few dim lights around the room giving vague ambient lighting. Not enough to see anything clearly. There were bodies in here too. It seemed almost as full as the main room. I contemplated wither to try and squeeze all the way in or get out and head for another part of the apartment, but then I felt another cock penetrate me. Someone was fucking me with my ass sticking out of the door hole. I tried pulling myself in the room but another guy shoved his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t see who it was but it was an average sized cock. The guy on the other side of the door kept fucking me as I was getting mouth fucked. I couldn’t concentrate on blowing him since the ass pounding was harsh. The guy in front of me gave up and resorted to just jacking off and blew a load in my hair, I could feel it run down my forehead. The guy fucking me eventually stopped but as soon as he left my ass another cock replaced it. This cock was long and thinner, stabbing my guts. His fucking was slow and steady. Someone else grabbed one of my feet and I felt something warm and wet rubbing on it. As it ran up my sole and over my heel, I could feel his balls with my toes. He was fucking my foot. On the other side I felt some one lift my other foot and started sucking my toes. I had to admit that having my feet worked over by two guys was hot but this situation was not ideal. One guy licking my foot, another fucking my other foot and a cock in my ass. In the room there were two other guys jacking off over me. I guess I had to expect more cum loads to the face. But a third guy who was tall and fat walked over. He turned around and put his ass in my face. A couple of the other guys pushed my face in there and I had no choice but to lick his ass. His hole was big and wet. He was clearly fucked fresh. I stuck my tongue in there and worked his hole around. It was very cummy. I rimmed him for a good bit of time when I felt him start pushing. Among the party noises I could make out him grunting. His hole pushed toward my mouth and a burst of cum filled my mouth. This man was feeding me his cum loads straight from his ass! I did my best to swallow it but then he pushed again and another gush of cum came out. My mouth filled again with strong flavored cum and I swallowed it again. I thought that would be enough but his ass wouldn’t stop. It was gushing another load. Holy shit how many guys fucked this man?! I swallowed the cum and he filled my mouth again. I must have drank five or six mouths full of ass cum from this guy. Eventually he ran out and I licked his as clean. He seemed satisfied and left. The other guys around me shot their loads on my back and face. Meanwhile on the other side of the door there was a different cock in me. I hadn’t even noticed the change. From the long cock to this cock. I couldn’t tell how long he had been fucking me but he pulled out of me and started fingering me. He put two fingers in, then three. Then he tried putting four fingers in. He was pushing in hard and my ass was hurting bad from it. At that point I knew what he was trying to do. I didn’t want to get fisted! I put my hands on the door and pulled my ass through as hard as I could. I was successful and my ass popped through the door hole and the man’s fingers left me. I was all the way in the room now. My feet were wet and slimy with slobber and cum. I had cum dripping down my head and my belly was full of grandpa’s piss and several loads of ass cum. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I looked through the dark and between the bodies I could so someone familiar, it was an older short man. That had to be grandpa. My ass hurt too much to stand so I crawled over to him. I saw his feet and started kissing them hoping that would get his attention. Grandpa raised his foot and let me suck his toes. The flavor was definitely him. ‘That’s right grandpa, it’s me.’ I though to myself. He must have recognized me because he walked behind me and grabbed my hips to help me up. Finally I could get out of here. But then I felt my ass get poked with a familiar giant mushroom cockhead. ‘Oh shit he doesn’t see it’s me!’ Grandpa then slammed his cock in me balls deep. It hurt so bad getting that monster cock so deep so fast. His fucking was different. It was bestial, unrestrained. I could feel my insides getting torn apart by his battering ram. I opened my mouth to say something when another cock went in my mouth. It was long and thin and had sagging forskin. It was Harmon. Harmon was throat fucking me. I was being spit roasted by my grandpa and someone who could possibly be old enough to be his dad as well. The two of them fucked both my holes without mercy. Grandpa slammed away like he was at an Olympic event. Harmon jamming his cock down my throat. Poking it into my esophagus. I didn’t know how long I could take it. But then Harmon pulled out. I coughed, trying to catch my breath. My throat was sore and I wasn’t able to speak in that moment. Harmon walked around and said something to grandpa. Was that it? Did they finally recognize me? No, not yet. Grandpa pulled me onto his lap as he sat on the floor. Harmon got in front of me and sat with his legs wrapped around grandpa. The two of them positioned their cocks together and guided my ass down on the booth of them. I was getting double penetrated! Both their tips pressed against me and my body was being lowered down. My ass opened up and swallowed both of them. I was lowered down and I felt them slip up into me and they moved my body making me ride them up and down. Harmon in front of me stuck his tongue in my mouth and was making out with me, his spit taste like cum and feet. More specifically grandpas feet. I was surprised that I could recognize his flavor on Harmon’s mouth. He must have given grandpa foot service before I came. Harman explored my mouth with his tongue as grandpa bounced me up and down on both of their cocks. Normally two at once would be too much but beer can bear definitely helped loosen me up. Someone came over to grandpa and had his suck their cock. He must have really enjoyed it because his attention was off of me and onto the man he was sucking. Grandpa pulled out of me and started giving robin his head to the stranger. I was left sitting in Harmons lap. He was still kissing me and throwing his tongue in me. Arman positioned me on my back on the floor and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He was now sucking me quickly like he did last time. In this position with my legs spread I could feel his cock sinking deep into me, deeper than last time. It was painful and I don’t think my guts were supposed to get sucked that deep but he plowed away regardless. He was looking me in the eye as he was plapping away. I think he knew who I was. He’s leading close to me as he continued his drilling, nearly fooling me and a half. He licked my ear a little as he whispered to me. “I’m glad I could have your ass again. You are a good boy for spreading your ass for me. I’m going to make you my slave boy. How about you come home with me? I’ll be your grandpa. And I will do things to you that he would never dare try.” His fucking continued. “No, I have a grandpa. I want him to do those things to me.” I could barely think with his harsh assault on my insides. “Well I’m going to sneak you out of this party with me. Tie you up in my bedroom. You would like that wouldn’t you? Being a sex slave to this dirty old man?” I couldn’t say anything. My body felt completely at the mercy of his cock drilling into me. Then his fucking stopped. Harmon got up and took me by the hand. “Come now while he is preoccupied. You’re coming with me.” Arman was guiding me out of the bedroom. Opening the door with the hole in it and then out into the hallway. He was wheezing me between last phone bodies left and right looking for the door. Holy shit I thought to myself, what’s happening? Is he really taking me to his place? What sort of things would he want to do to me? Would grandpa know where I was? we were by the front door of the apartment now, Herman was getting ready to exit with me when he stopped and turn towards me. He grabbed me by the head and pulled me in for another kiss with tongue. I could hear guys around his grunting and moaning still it sounded like some of them were fairly close. As Carmen made out with me he ran his hands down my back and grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart. “Hey you there. Are you blowing a load? Here dump it in this.“ What? Who is he talking to? Then suddenly somebody came up behind me and slammed his cock up my ass to the hilt, he thrust in me three or four times then granted loudly in my ear. He lunged his hips forward pressing me into harming and held that position for a moment then relaxed and let out a sigh. He stepped back and pulled out. “I’m going to be giving you a lot more than that Kenny. I promise you, he won’t be recognizable when I’m finished.“ Armen open the door to the hallway and pointed me in the direction of the exit. I didn’t want to go, I wanted to go back and find grandpa. I felt my body freeze up in fear. Armin went behind me and forcefully jammed his cock up in my ass again and started fucking me standing up. Every thrust of his cause me to take another step forward closer into the darkness of the hallway and away from the party. When we got out in the hall Harmon was still thrusting his cock into my ass as he reached for the door to shut it behind us. That’s when I realized what was happening. I was being taken by this horny elderly predator, going to his apartment to do God knows what. I looked behind me to see back into the party, the dim ambient lighting was barely visible but then went totally black as Harmon shut the door. He kept fucking my ass making me walk towards his place. He opened the door and fucked me in side the threshold and shut it behind him.

I'm a free-use cum dump who loves to get a sleazy motel room and host anonymous tops ass-up and blindfolded. Whenever I'm not doing that, I'm looking for a one-on-one hookup through one of the several apps I use - BBRT, Grindr, Sniffies, A4A, the list goes on. I have never been picked up in a random location before - but that changed recently. I was at a housewarming party last weekend in one of those big suburban McMansions where the mortgage payment is so high the owners can't afford furniture to fill all the rooms. As usual most people gathered in the open-concept 'great room', where the kitchen island was buried under a massive assortment of wine and liquor bottles. A couple that I'm friends with knew the owners and invited me to tag along, but besides them I could count only two or three of the twenty-some guests as acquaintances. Some of my friends know that I'm into both men and women - I like to say that I bottom for penises and top for vaginas - but none of them know just how much of a cum- and bug-chasing slut I am. The friends I was with that night had no idea about any of it, and in fact my friend's wife had tried to set me up with her ne'er-do-well sister just the week before. I graciously declined. I don't need any kind of significant other getting in the way of the depraved, uninhibited, raw-is-law life that I love so much. But I digress. It was still early in the evening, and my friends had migrated to the far side of the great room where the homeowners were showing off the screen they had installed instead of a fireplace. Apparently no one told them that Netflix has a selection of fireplace videos, none of which require $5,000 to view. I was hovering near the kitchen island, waiting for a chatty couple to move so I could freshen my drink. I absently scanned the crowd looking for other familiar faces when I locked eyes with a guy standing near my friends and the fake fireplace. He was younger than me, about mid-thirties, with a slender build. He nodded and smiled and I nodded in acknowledgement before my attention was drawn away as the couple finally got out of the way. The homeowners couldn't afford a dining table but there was a pricey premium bourbon on the kitchen island, and it was calling my name. I poured three fingers into my glass - hey, it wasn't my money, and besides, I didn't want to have to wade back through a mass of humanity for a while - and stepped away. I milled around for a bit, slowly gravitating toward my friends, who had finished being awed by the homeowner's lack of financial restraint and were mingling with the few other people I knew. Before I could reach them, however, the stranger from across the room stepped into my path. "Hi," he said, extending his hand. I shook it, noting his firm grip. "Hi," I replied. The introvert in me was in full guise and I was at a loss for what to say next. He hadn't shared his name, and I got the sense that he didn't really want to know mine. He leaned in. "This may sound odd, but we've chatted before." I was surprised. I seldom attended house parties, so I had my doubts as to whether that was in fact the case. Perhaps he had mistaken me for someone else. "We have? Where?" He nodded, still leaning close. "On BBRT." I was momentarily taken aback. I protect my identity on all of the sites and apps because, let's face it, there are some weirdos out there. How, then, could he have recognized me? I was intrigued, but had to be careful since my friends had no idea. "Are you sure it was me?" I asked, neither confirming nor denying that I used the site. He smiled in response. "You shared your face pic once," he said. "You didn't have it on the site, so you sent it to me from your email account." In all the years I've been on that site, I only shared my face pic with a handful of guys. Alas for me, something had always gotten in the way that prevented me from meeting with them, no matter how much I wanted to. Each time that I missed out was a bitter disappointment. Why? Because the one thing that made me throw caution to the wind, the one thing that prompted me to eagerly send a guy my face pic, was a BBRT status of 'Positive' rather than 'Undetectable'. A shiver of excitement coursed down my spine at the realization. "So you're -" I stammered, unable to finish articulating the thought. But he knew what I meant. "Yup," he said with a grin. I stood there awkwardly for a moment. My cock was getting hard in my pants but I was unsure how to proceed. I was used to not seeing the guys who were using me, or showing up at someone's house or hotel room ready to get right down to it. Talking to a real live person felt very different, and to my chagrin it apparently made me bashful. Fortunately, he filled the silence. "Let's get out of here." It was all I could do to keep my feet from walking straight out the front door. But I was there with my friends, and they were my ride. How could I ever explain to them that I was going to leave with a random stranger, and so early in the evening? Embarrassed yet suddenly very horny, I explained my situation. "Okay then," he responded with a sly grin, "let's sneak upstairs. This house does have five bedrooms, after all." Five bedrooms for a childless couple seemed like overkill, but in the moment I was grateful for their avarice. The house had a home office on the main level, so how often would they ever go into any of the other bedrooms? My nerves were on edge with excitement. I finished my drink in one big swig, then nodded. He led the way to the back stairs, out of view of the party hosts and their guests, We tiptoed up the stairs, my pulse pounding in my ears the entire time. At the top of the stairs we passed an open door to what was obviously the couple's bedroom. It seemed to be the only room besides the home office that was fully furnished! The hallway ran the length of the house, terminating at a door to the attic space above the three-car garage that served as the fifth bedroom. A quick check revealed that the couple had installed a billiards table and several old-school arcade games in the massive room, so we backtracked to the smallest of the other rooms. Stepping inside, we discovered to our surprise that it contained a walk-in closet. He closed and locked the bedroom door, then led me inside the closet, which he also closed and locked. The sound of music from the party reverberated reassuringly through the floor. As long as no one walked in, no one would know we were there - or what we were doing. It was at that point that I realized with horror that not only was I not cleaned out, but I had no lube. "I don't care," he declared. "We'll make it work." We shed our clothes quickly, tossing them in two separate piles on the carpeted closet floor. He lowered his boxers slowly, revealing a small biohazard tattoo on his abdomen just above and to the left of his cock. And what a cock! It was cut and smooth, about seven and a half inches long and very girthy. I found myself hoping that my years of being a cum dumpster had stretched my hole enough to take this massive shaft with just spit! I suddenly found myself on my hands and knees as he knelt behind me. His tongue found my hole and began exploring, darting in and out while he sucked and slurped and made me as slick as he could. Once he was satisfied that I was ready he stepped in front of me, grasping my head with both hands and fucking my mouth roughly, forcing that huge sausage down my throat as deep as it would go. I gagged and coughed and covered his shaft with thick, slippery saliva, vaguely aware that some was also dripping from my chin onto the carpet. I didn't care. As his hips thrust back and forth my gaze scarcely strayed from his tattoo. At last he was ready. He pushed me back onto my hands and knees as he got behind me. He paid a little more lingual attention to my back door before I felt the tip of his cock pressing against it. "Uhn," I involuntarily reacted as the tip popped inside me. He didn't stop, instead sliding the entire length of his cock into my guts. My hole spasmed in protest, but the saliva had done the trick; it felt as though we were using lube. Soon he was sliding in and out of me with relative ease, though with each thrust inward it felt as though I was being impaled by an elephant. I forced myself to relax, and soon got into the rhythm. I relished having that big cock in my ass, and I was especially euphoric at the thought that I would finally get the poz load I had been craving. Any nervousness we may have felt at the idea of being caught melted away as we settled into what turned out to be a fantastic fuck. His cock hit my prostate just right with each thrust, causing the precum to flow freely and drip onto the carpet. We tried to be as quiet as we could despite the music downstairs, but the occasional moan and groan escaped our lips and added to the heat of the situation. "You want this poz load?" he snarled through gritted teeth. "Fuck yeah," I replied. "Give it to me!" Only a few seconds passed before his grip on my hips tightened and I felt the first telltale jerks of his cock. He thrust as deeply as he could, making sure that he pumped every toxic drop so deep into my guts that it wouldn't escape. "FUCK yeah!" he said, perhaps a little too loudly. "I knew I had to have that ass." I felt his cock soften in my hole, but he didn't withdraw it. He remained behind me, panting. I felt a drip of sweat from his forehead fall onto my ass. Then, he began fucking me again. "Get ready for load number two," he told me. "The second one comes quicker." Sure enough, after a few more minutes of pounding my hole he unleashed a second wad of cum deep in my bowels. Spent at last, he slowly slid out. "Oops," he said with a slight chuckle. I turned to look. Not only was there a wet patch of my precum on the carpet, a little further back was a small brown stain. "Fuck," I said, clenching my fists. I always pride myself on my internal hygiene for precisely that reason. Yet he didn't seem to care. He used his boxers to wipe off his cock, then pulled on his pants commando-style. I dressed as well, conscious of the wet spot in my underwear that threatened to soak through my pants. Dressed at last, we exited the closet and then the bedroom, sneaking back down the rear stairs. Just before we descended, he stepped into the couple's bedroom. I watched from the hall as he walked over to their laundry basket and stuffed his boxers into it, making sure to hide them under a few other articles of closing. "Do you think she'll wonder how he got shit on his boxers, or will he wonder where another man's underwear came from?" he said with a low, almost sinister laugh. Without another word he crossed to the hallway and went down the stairs ahead of me, checking to make sure the coast was clear before motioning for me to follow him. As I entered the kitchen my friends were standing at the island, pouring themselves another drink. "One more and then we're going to head out," my friend told me. "We have an early tee time tomorrow." He motioned to indicate the male of the host couple. "You also have an early appointment tomorrow," whispered my new friend as he discreetly slipped a card into my back pocket. "My place, nine a.m. We're gonna fuck every day, at least until you test positive. And probably a lot longer." I couldn't help but grin at the prospect of getting bred daily by his toxic cock. "I'll make sure to clean out next time," I replied with a wink. The next afternoon I spoke with my friend on his way home from the golf course. I, of course, had another poz load brewing deep inside me. "Funniest thing," he said as he described his outing. "they just moved in and apparently the upstairs smells like shit. Literally, shit." I feigned surprise. "Seriously?" "Yeah!" he replied. "They looked all through the upstairs and they found a shit stain on the floor in one of their closets. They figure one of the contractor's employees left it after they closed but before they moved in. Can you imagine? They spent all that money, and now she's insisting on replacing the carpet instead of having it cleaned." I didn't care. What I was imagining was another ride on that big cock. I mumbled a response and hung up, eager for another toxic load.

Part 8 It had been a week since the poz party. Mr. Lewis was starting to get a little concerned. He had gotten caught up in the excitement of the sex and lost track of his grandson. Since then he had been asking around his usual hook ups if anyone has seen him. No luck though. He figured that the boy would turn up at some point but he was wondering what he was up to. Or what someone was doing with him. He had missed being able to sleep using Kenny’s ass as a place to lodge his cock at night. He always had the most erotic dreams when he was balls deep in his grandsons raw ass. Some explosive erotic dreams. But the boy was still family so he needed to make more efforts to find him. He decided he would ask around a little more. He slipped on his sweats and tank top and went out in the hall. He figured maybe George heard of some thing. He headed down to his place and knocked on it. No answer. ‘I guess he isn’t there’. He wandered through the apartment building knocking on some doors asking some of his tricks and conquests. He knocked on one door, it belonged to a family man that he had pozzed a couple years ago. The guy answered. He was shocked to see Mr. Lewis there. “Oh my God, Um, what are you doing here Mr. Lewis?“ “Hey there, Dennis was it?“ “Daniel.“ “Daniel! That’s right! So Daniel I was wondering if you had seen my grandson around these parts? He has been staying with me for a while and he seems to be gallivanting off somewhere or getting into trouble.“ Daniel was looking back into his apartment and back at Mr. Lewis nervously. “No I haven’t seen him. I don’t think I’ve ever met him. I haven’t even seen you since…” Mr. Lewis pulled his cock out in front of him and swung it around. It was hard and leaking pre. “Since I bred your ass raw with your wife out of the house. he he he. Fun times.” Daniel panicked a bit and grabbed Mr. Lewis’s cock and stuffed it back into his pants. A trail of pre left on his palm. “Put that thing away. My kid is here!” He whispered angry. “Dad? Who is it?“ Daniel looked back at the teen boy in his apartment. He hadn’t seen anything but was curious to know who was at the door. “Just a neighbor Jackson. Go do your homework.” Jackson returned to his room like his dad requested. “Oh? That your son? Cute kid, how old is he?“ “He’s 17. And he doesn’t know about me playing around with other men. So I would appreciate it if you didn’t just show up here.“ Daniel was still looking towards his sons room, his back towards Mr. Lewis. In one foul swoop Mr. Lewis grabbed Daniels pants and ripped them down and swung his hips forward and forcefully jammed his cock into Daniels ass. Daniel put his hands on his mouth to stop himself from yelling. Mr. Lewis put his hands in Daniels shirt and started playing with his nipples as he started fucking him standing up in the doorway. “I understand. Obviously I’ll have to ask around elsewhere. How is your viral status? I am sure you are taking meds to stay undetectable like a good family man you are.“ Daniel‘s hands were still covering his mouth, he was in shock over what was happening. He was trying his best not to make any sounds to alert his son. “Well I can’t stay long, I’m gonna have to make this quick. I’d advise you to stop taking meds. You’ll be happier when you realize you have the power to infect other unsuspecting bottoms. And to motivate you I will recharge you with my toxic load.” The intensity of the nipple play increased and Mr. Lewis’s thrusts quickened. Daniel still couldn’t move over the intrusion in his ass. “Here it’s comes…. Oof! Uggh!” Mr. Lewis slammed forward and planted himself deep in Daniel. His cock throbbed and twitched. His balls pulsing. He shot a pretty decent sized load up inside of Daniel. Once he was satisfied he let go of Daniels nipples and pulled out his cock. As his cock head popped out of his ring a small squirt of cum shot out of Daniels ass and onto the floor. Mr. Lewis got ready to leave and Daniel was just about to close the door. But last second Mr. Lewis stopped him. “Oh yeah. When your boy does turn 18. Send him up to my place. I have a dryer on the fritz that I think he could help me fix.” Mr. Lewis licked his lips and patted his cock at Daniel. Daniel look back at him with a look of horror for just a moment then re-composed himself. He said nothing and just gently closed the door. ’Oh yeah, that boy is next for sure.’ Mr. Lewis thought to him self. He was already concocting the scenario that would lead little Jackson into his spiderweb. But he couldn’t think too much. He was still on mission to find his own kin. Mr. Lewis wandered down the hall more and walked past old Mr. Harmon‘s door. Well sure Harmon sampled his grandson‘s ass but would he have known anything? Mr. Harmon was one of those unsuspecting types. On the surface he seems like a sweet old man living alone. But Mr. Lewis knew the the darker side of him. He wasn’t alone because he was older and other guys weren’t interested. It’s the city, there’s plenty of people who are into all types, even older daddies. No, Harmon was usually alone because he couldn’t make a boyfriend last due to his extreme desires. Many of which were too much for even Mr. Lewis. Regardless he decided to ask Harmon anyway. But before he could knock on the door, it opened. George stepped out. That was interesting, George wasn’t usually into older men. But the two share many of the same kinks so he probably settled for what was available in order to skratch his perverted itch. “Hello there George old pal. Spending time with Harmon are you?” George had a satisfied look on his face. He was rubbing his belly and licking his fingers. “Yeah. I’ve been having some fun in there. Been coming here every day for the past few days now.“ “I didn’t think he was your type. But then again you have very low standards anyway.“ “Well I’ve been able to do quite a lot in here. Absolutely nothing is off-limits in his place. And I mean nothing. I think even you would be a little disgusted at everything that goes on in there.“ “Well then, I’m glad the two of you can get your rocks off. Say George. You haven’t happened to see Kenny around have you? I know I’ve asked you before but I might as well ask again.“ “Nah, haven’t seen him. The only thing in there is Harmon and his ‘toys’. His very fun toys.” George gently tapped his ass to punctuate his last sentence. “I see, well Harmon‘s new toy isn’t gonna last if the both of you are going all out on him.“ “This one will. I think Harmon is actually in love or some shit. It’s crazy how obsessed with it he is.“ “That’s lovely. I hope he can manage to keep this one and not let him getaway.“ “He won’t.” With that George hobbled back to his place waving goodbye to Mr. Lewis. Mr. Lewis knocked on the door and a moment later Harmon came out. He was wearing a leather harness and his cock was at full mast, dripping pre. “Hello there Harmon old boy. I hear you have a new toy you have been breaking in quite thoroughly.” Mr. Lewis put a finger to Harmons cock tip and wiped up the pre then licked it. “Oh yes Mr. Lewis. I’m just finished blowing my fifth load today. Among other things. This one sure is fun. Albeit not the most willing.“ “Of course, of course. I know how you get with your depravity. Hopefully you’re ruining his ass propper.” “‘It’. I don’t call it ‘he’. It’s an object. Just a toy, and I’ve gotten quite fond of it.” “Well I’m sure ‘it’ will eventually come around and appreciate you and all of your messed up desires. Just keep going at it with no mercy, you hear? Anyway, you remember my grandson Kenny? You fucked his ass a little at the party last week. I was wondering if you had seen him around.“ “Hmm, Kenny? No, there’s no Kenny around here. Just me and my fuck toy.” “One of these days I would like to meet it. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me taking it for a spin.“ “Eventually. I still need to break it down psychologically. It’s a very stubborn toy. A lot of discipline is needed between play sessions. But I haven’t given it a moments rest. George has been a big help with that. He’s been here almost every day. It ain’t easy for an old man like me to break in new slave toys.“ “All right then Harmon I will leave you to it. I still got to find Kenny.“ “What would you do if you didn’t find him?“ “That would be unfortunate, but if what I had been doing scared him off then I would just make up some story to his dad about him running away or some thing. It would be a recoverable situation. But I will keep up the search for now. You get back in there and you go to town on that toy of yours. I’ll be sure to send George down your way for assistance.“ “Thank you Mr. Lewis that’s mighty kind of you.” As Mr. Lewis wandered the halls looking for Kenny, his thoughts went back to Daniels son. Then an idea came over him. ‘You know what? I think Jackson needs a tutor for his schoolwork…’ End.

Part 17 I'm not sure but I think I blacked out but not for long. When I came to Kevin's solid fit body was still laying on top of me and he was still breathing heavy with his face buried against my neck. And his thick cock was still in my cummy asshole and it was still hard. Opening my eyes my vision was blurred and I had trouble focusing. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and in my temples, causing me to close my eyes again. Two intense fucks back to back, first from Drew then from Kevin, had me exhausted physically. Yet, still, a voice in my head was saying not to stop now. I wanted more. That thought had barely entered my head when I was aware of a wet cockhead pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt hard flesh pushing in. At the same moment, I opened my eyes to see Ryan kneeling by my head sliding more of his dick into my mouth. Our eyes locked in mutual heat and animalistic hunger. Instinctively I grabbed his asscheeks to pull more of his meat toward my throat. Ryan grinned hotly at me and ran one big hand through my sweat-drenched hair. “Oh yeah, Justin. Suck my big cock and get it hard and wet. Get it ready to slide all the way in your guts.” I moaned around his fat rod as my lips seemed stretched wider than ever. But I didn't mind. I wanted to suck him and taste him and make him feel good. His precum was covering my taste buds making me eager for more. I hummed around his cock and tightened the muscles in my mouth squeezing down on his shaft. “Fuck yeah, man!” he moaned loudly. “I can't wait to feel your cheating daddy ass squeeze my cock like that when I fuck you.” His dirty talk was making me hornier. Ryan's big dick came out of my nursing mouth suddenly as he had to change his position when Kevin finally stirred and raised his head from my neck. “Fuck buddy!” Kevin breathed huskily, his face mere inches from mine. “You got one damn sweet ass man. I haven't cum that hard or that much for a long time! Your hole felt so damn good around my bare cock. I'm going to be wanting some more of it,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “You'll get more,” Drew's voice said. “Now that Daddy Justin knows how good it feels to get fucked I'm sure he's going to be wanting more too.” “Damn right!” I croaked eliciting a laugh from all 3 studs. “But,” Drew continued, “it's Ryan's turn now to fill him with more cock and more cum.” “Hell yeah it is! So get your dick out of him Kevin so I can give him mine,” Ryan said in a playful tone but leaving no doubt he was more than ready to fuck me and add his cum to what Drew and Kevin had already spewed in me. “All right, all right. Let me pull out first,” Kevin murmured making all three of them laugh again. I let out a long guttural groan as I felt Kevin's long still-hard cock withdrawing from the depths of my hole. He kept pulling and pulling until finally I felt it tug at my abused asslips as his cockhead came free. Then I heard Kevin saying, “Damn guys look how his hole closed right back up as soon as my dick came out. He's not losing any of the cum in him.” Then I felt Ryan's muscled hairy body stretching over mine as he stood between my legs and pressed forward against my naked flesh. We didn't say a word as we opened our mouths and slid our tongues between each other's lips. I could feel Ryan's precum covered mushroom head pushing against my pucker as we made out. Another hard bare cock seeking entry to my tweaked up cheating married daddy ass as Drew called it. And I wasn't going to deny what we both wanted at that moment. I pulled my mouth from Ryan's and stared into his handsome sweaty face and black pupils. “Fuck me, Ryan. Shove your hard cock all the way in my hole and fucking use it until you cum! Breed me damn it! Breed me!” “Whatever you say, daddy,” Ryan huffed then did exactly that. He shoved every thick hard bare inch of his manhood balls deep into my guts. I tried to scream but the force of his thrust into me knocked the breath out of me so all I could do was gasp. Ryan had not moved his cock any at all once he had it buried in my ass. I was still trying to catch my breath and fight the feeling that I was going to pass out. Then Ryan's face above mine, one hand playing with my hard nips. “Breathe, dude,” he whispered softly, gently pecking my lips. “Just breathe and let your ass adjust to it all. Focus on how good it feels having another dick inside you. You get hot feeling your ass filled with another cock don't you daddy? It turns you on knowing that you're letting three men fuck you and breed you. And you love giving yourself up to the sleazy forbidden sex. And doing it all behind her back makes it so much hotter and better. Right?” Ryan's soft seductive voice, his dirty talk about cocks and getting bred all helped me to regroup. And he was right. It WAS hotter knowing that my wife had no clue. I felt Ryan flex his massive tool inside me and it made me groan. “Yeah, it feels so good, so perfect with a dick in my hole. And knowing she doesn't know...is...even better,” I said in a low voice. Then feeling a sensuous darkness overwhelm me I grabbed his furry hard nips in my hands and told him, “Fuck me, Ryan! Hard and deep! Give it all to me!” Then as if out of nowhere I heard Drew say, “He's going to, Daddy Justin. Don't worry. But first take some more fuck smoke to get you good and ready.” Drew knew I wouldn't turn down more fuck smoke, even with a cock in my guts. I took three long pulls on the glass pipe and felt the buzz run through me. I knew this was going to be another awesome fuck!! (to be continued)

Prologue You’d never be able to tell by the way that I look that the cute little twink next door with the perfect boyfriend was a deviant cock whore that craved nothing more then to be filled with cum as much as possible. My cum lust was going to be my downfall. Here I was freshly 19 chained to a sling getting my tight hole pounded by a hung daddy. “Yeah boy take my cock you slutty little faggot” said the daddy. Behind him there was a line of men forming all waiting for a chance to get in my hole and fill me with cum. “Oh god daddy, please fuck me. I’m yours, make me yours please.” I said. “Oh yeah baby keep begging like that and I’m gonna cum.” Growled Daddy. “Please Daddy give me your cum.” I begged. “Mmm. Fuck baby I love your hole I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. What kind of cum am I gonna give you?” Asked Daddy. “Poz cum daddy.” I replied. “Oh you’re gonna get it boy. I’m about to Poz your stupid neg faggot ass. Are you ready for it boy?” Questioned Daddy. “Yes. Please daddy Poz me. Make yours forever, ruin me. Knock my faggot ass up daddy.” I responded.

I wouldn’t call this a peeve, because far be it from me to complain, but of the ten loads that were fucked into my cunt this past night, three of them arrived with no warning, let alone sounds of triumph. The fucks went along well, then, suddenly…ended, cock pulled out dripping and shrinking. The climax took place in silence. This is fully within the Top’s prerogative, naturally, but I would nonetheless suggest that you always make at least a token effort to signal distinctly that the train has pulled into the station. For the bottom, this is an important signal for determining whether the service has been well received, and enjoyed, but it also provides the signal for a shift in technique to follow. Speaking for myself, I find a Top’s unguarded utterance at the moment of ejaculation extremely gratifying, the more explosive, violent and vocal the better. Particularly so, if the sounds carry a sense of triumph, victory or conquest. As it happens, one of the men who fucked me last night has had me before, and elicits one of the most forceful sets of cries at the moment of breeding that I have ever heard from anyone. This put the silence from the Tops that had seeded the very same ass in stark contrast, making them seem somehow disappointing, or at least uninspired. So always do try to at least give us a little grunt to show you’ve finished.

Chapter 64: Who's Your Daddy? Part 2. Dad opened the door and let the stranger in. I could hear him taking his clothes off, and him and dad kissing. Dad told him he just loaded me. The stranger got behind me and removed my plug, rubbing his cock with the cum that was seeping out, before gently pushing his cock in me, taking his time. I totally remembered this guy, as he was pretty much the only one that made love to me at the practice party. My dad started kissing me, and told me to tell him how slutty I was. I told the stranger I was now a poz pig, but I loved how both he and my dad made love to me. My dad said you love my cock don't you son? I of course said yes dad. Dad asked me what I loved most about his cock, and he said that it was the one that converted him, creating a bond that not many other fathers and sons have. My dad then said more fathers should have such a bond, and I agreed. They then put me on my back and the stranger continued to make love to me. As he was about to cum, he spoke for the first time saying I love you. I immediately recognized the voice and ripped off my blindfold to reveal..... To Be Continued!

What I found was that if CumUnion is being held on a Wednesday or any weekday night, it’ll never achieve a high number of men nor the same vibe. Additionally I’ll add that if it’s held during week you can count on it being an early night since a large number will be working the following day. I’ll be in Ft. Lauderdale on June 3-6 so I’m going to hit SLAMMERS that Saturday night, June 3 and see how it goes. Thought I’d have something good to drink right before I get there and climb into a sling. Woof !

It was a Friday night and I was browsing the hook-up aps looking to get laid. When I spotted a profile with the screen name ‘Doublewide’. Facepic was promising - heavyset, late 30’s, white guy; and a Top (which works for me). I was just about to message him when I get his IM. (Guess he caught me looking). We chat a bit, the usual pleasantries, and I ask if his screen name is because he lives in a trailer. He replies with a laugh emoji and says no. Then he sends a pic and says, “This is why”. It took my mind a few seconds to reconcile what I was seeing. It was his dickpic, yes. Fully erect. But it was the widest cock I had ever seen. Picture the dicks of two well-hung men merged together side-by-side as one shaft. My jaw literally dropped. In that moment I KNEW this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Without thinking, I immediately replied that I want him in me. He expressed reservations as he is all too frequently disappointed with bottoms that talk a good game but can’t deliver. I SWORE to him that I would not tap out. I sent him pix of my fuck-gaped faggot cunt, and one of me sitting on a good sized toy as proof. That seemed to - at least partially - allay his concern and soon enough I was knocking at his hotel room door. Let me skip ahead here. We’re naked. On his bed. He’s reclining against the headboard. Me on my knees face to face with his monster dong. My finger were nowhere close to getting around it. This is the best way I can describe how big & thick he was: Make a fist. Now look at the front of your fist. That’s what I was facing. I could not start to get it in my mouth. And I honestly started to have second thoughts about taking him in my faggot cunt. “You still wanna do this?” He asked warily as I attempted to service him. “Hell, yeah!, I replied. For I was NOT gonna go back on my word. He stood and positioned me kneeling at the corner of the bed. He greased my cunt and fingered me a good while; opening me up. I had brought my own poppers, but he said “No. Use this instead”. I opened it up and took a long drag in each nostril. These were old-school poppers. True amyl nitrate. I took another two long hits as he greased the wrecking bar between his legs. I felt his cockhead kiss my faggot cunt. I felt it pop my outer ring. I took another two deep hits. It was about to happen… He started pressing against my ass. His lubed, raw, doublewide insistently pushing against my back door. I took another deep hit. And then, his rail splitter punched into me. All at once, he was in me. “YES!”, he exclaimed. My pussy spasmed around his massive dong as a stream of precum drooled out of me and onto the bed. Time stopped as my body tried desperately to adjust to him. I felt every fiber of my body shake. I think I was on the edge of panic. He stroked my back. “Shhhh…shhhh…that’s it…”, he whispered. “Shhhh…it’s alight now…shhhh…Daddy’s home”. At hearing this, my mind exploded. A tidal wave of pleasure swept through my body. A profound guttural moan from the deepest recesses of my soul escaped me. My whole body went limp. I had opened myself - given myself to him. And so began one of the most transcendent fucks of my life. He began slowly enough there at the corner of the bed. Then he joined me on the bed and fucked me from behind. His pace steadily increasing. He then moved me effortlessly onto my back, my legs onto his shoulders. He passed me the poppers and told me to take the deepest hit of my life. I did so. I inhaled until my hand lost its grip on the bottle. He took the bottle from me and set it aside. I was on the verge of consciousness while he piled-drived me. It was relentless. It was brutal. It was rapture. Then, as I seemingly felt myself passed into and out of existence, I heard a distant voice say, “Oh fuck! OH FUCK!! I’m gonna cum!!” - I whimpered, “Daddy? Please…breed me Daddy”. A ROAR filled the room as a firehose of cum flooded me. I lay there impaled as torrents of seed jetted into me. That was when my own flood doors opened and a long steady stream of cum flowed out of me and onto my belly. Suddenly, violently, he ripped himself out of me. My whole body shook and spasmed at the loss. Out of nowhere, he straddled my chest. I could hardly breathe. He jacked his dong urgently. He lifted my head with his other hand . I instinctively opened my mouth and he, again, flooded me with another massive load. I swallowed all I could. The rest flowed down my jaw and neck. I think that was when I finally passed out. I’m not sure how long I lay there before I started coming too. I awoke to the sound of the shower shutting off. I reached behind me and ran my fingers around my sore, tired pussy lips. My cunt still gaping and drooling cum. Soon, he walked back into the room in his hotel robe. “You OK?” He asked as he handed me a bottled water. All I could manage was a smile. I sat myself up and I drank the full bottle of water. He instantly handed me another. I drank most of it too before standing up. I wobbled a bit as I staggered to the shower. I was in there awhile. The hot water felt amazing on my skin. He was sitting in one of the two armchairs when I walked back in the bedroom. Sipping whiskey in hand, and one already poured out for me. I joined him and we talked awhile. His name was Dwight. He was in town on business from New Orleans. He’s actually straight, married for 9 years with two kids. He explained that his wife just couldn’t handle him anymore and they agreed he could pursue ‘comfort’ when out of town. I could tell there was more that he didn’t say…there was was an unspoken equity happening at home while he was away. He groused that the few women who he tried fucking would always back out. One even claimed he had tried to assault her but eventually backed off. That was when he decided to start fucking gay men; reasoning they would be more keen to go for big meat and a lot less likely to claim they were assaulted. Smart guy. There was a quiet moment that told me it was time for me to get dressed and get going. As we approached the door, I thanked him for the hottest fuck of my life. He replied, “No. Thank you. That was the most satisfying lay I’ve had…in a VERY long time.” There was a solemn sincerity in that statement that made me pause. I was looking at a man who felt cursed. Tortured, even. There was really nothing more to say. He opened the door. I stepped out. The door closed.

Here's a link to the fact sheet from the CDC - it's rather slim. It looks like it's a fairly obscure organism that is frequently asymptomatic in men and has few consequences for them, whereas women (i.e. people with vaginas) can have serious problems from it. It also looks like antibiotic treatments for it aren't all that satisfactory (though they mostly work). It would be polite to let people know they might have been exposed, particularly if you think they are likely to play with vagina owners as well. https://www.cdc.gov/std/mgen/stdfact-Mgen-detailed.htm

So, I had some hot adventures, but I was too busy to report it. However, I’m currently in Munich for work and I remembered the CAMP Munich how amazing was almost 6 years ago. Unfortunately, I was dead tired at previous two nights so I had to skip fun. Tonight I also was off but I don’t have to wake up early. So, around midnight, I headed to the CAMP. I was curious if it would be so amazing as I remembered. When I arrived everybody watched the tv because of the final of the Eurovision. Even though a younger guy started to follow me and I immediately turned into a cubicle (there are only cubicles but without door). After a short foreplay he made it obvious that he wanted to fuck me. I bent over to the wall, pushed out my ass and he was in me soon. He fucked me for a while and unloaded his seed. Load 1 is checked. Not much later more and more guys came. I recognised an older guy with huge cock. He was in another cubicle. After he fucked my throat mercilessly, he pulled me up and pushed his finger in my hole. He was satisfied with realising that I already had a dose in me. He started to fuck and an old guy with not too long but extremely thick cock stepped in and pushed my head to his cock. They spit roasted me until the fucker came in me. Load 2 is checked. Later I went to a cubicle on whose wall two glory holes were. As I stepped in, in the right hole a cock appeared. I started to suck. I was sucking for a while when a thicker cock appeared in the left one. The sexiest guy in the place came in, went on his knees beside me and started to suck it. It was extremely sexy as we did it together. Not much later he stood up, turned back and tried to push himself onto this cock. He tried more times but it didn’t succeed, so he left. After that I started to suck the two cocks one after the other. The first cock disappeared , so I continued with the thicker one. I thought that I also gave a try. Or the cock was harder or I was more stretched but I was successful. He started to fuck me even faster until he came. Load 3 is checked. After a short cruising I crashed the old guy with shorter but extremely thick cock. I immediately started to suck him bending over, so he could touch my hole (I wore a jockstrap). As he touched my dull with cum hole, he turned me back, bent me onto the wall and started to fuck. It lasted some minutes and came. Loas 4 is checked. As I continued my cruising I saw this sexiest guy in the place. He was kissing and stroking with a guy but nodded to me to join them. I assumed that he was bottom but he offered me his cock for suck. He didn’t wait for long. He made it obvious without even a word that he wanted to fuck me. And he did it. He fucked me quite long when I could feel that he was close and then with heavy breathing he gave me my next load. load 5 is checked. Finally I found a fully naked guy who started to suck me. Not much later another guy joined us. He sucked both of us but somehow he finished and left. I continued to suck this guy. Then I turned back and he fuck me quickly until he came. load 6 is checked. I felt tired and decided to leave when I found the sexiest guy in the place on his back and with spread legs. Another guy was fucking him and a third fucked the fucker. When they interrupted the session I stepped into the place of the fucker and fucked this guy. Then change the place, the fucker continued the fuck and a newer guy fucked him. This unloaded his cum into the fucker and left. I stepped back and started to fuck the fucker until my first orgasm. Not much later I found them again as they were close. Started to wank and everyone shot his loads onto the sexiest guy’s chest. long story short, I love that place

Today I placed an ad on doublelist with the title " When a guy just wants to drop a load - Mexican, Latinos, Persons of Color Appreciated "...and the usual " no load refused" and BB only. Within a half hour 3 guys messaged me. All were Latino. The first one just left. A very wiry hairy Mexican dude with a huge uncut cock. He pulled his jeans down, face fucked me for a while, then bent me over and rammed in my ass right up to the balls. It was painful, I wasn't really lubed up.. he fucked me like a pile driver, slowing down from time to time, plunging in and out, and wiggling his cock from side to side. I hung on to the mattress for dear life. He muttered in Spanish, saying among other things " sweet ass" and big soft cunt. Finally he he went rigid and with a thrust that went in amazingly deep, blew his load.( I noted he had not taken off his jean or work boots. Even his Ray-Bans were perched in too if his head). I licked him clean and he tucked the still half- hard monster into his briefs and pulled up his pants. Then he kissed me on the forehead and sauntered out. Before leaving he asked "Tomorrow afternoon?". I nodded yes. With a wink he said " I text you". I still have his very full load in my guts.

Part 6 Now don't misunderstand. My little brother was and is a total sex pig whether one on one or in a group. He's versatile and loves getting fucked and sucked just as much as he loves fucking an ass or sucking a hard cock until he gets a mouthful of cum. No matter how much booze he drinks or how much weed he smokes his dick stays hard and he's ready to get naked and nasty. After all, he's the one who seduced me when he was 18 and turned me from a straight faithful married man to loving cock and cum almost as much as he does. But despite all of that I was pretty sure he'd never done any hard drugs. So, I was excited to see what kind of slut my little brother would be once I got him fucked up on T. Chad was starting on his third hit in a row from the pipe and the two clouds so far had been big and when he looked at me I could see in his eyes the meth was already affecting him. Sitting on the hotel bed facing each other I reached out and started slowly jacking his cock as he did his third hit. “Yeah little brother, that's it. Suck that smoke in. How are you feeling buddy? It's hitting you isn't it?” I asked in a low lusty voice. My hand was almost covered in his thick precum oozing out of his piss slit in a steady stream. He blew another huge cloud then looked straight at me with a hunger in his black eyes I hadn't seen before. “Oh fuck, big bro! Oh damn man I am so horny! I'm loving this bro! Fucking loving it!” I gave a slight laugh and told him, “Yeah I can tell. I've never felt your dick so hard and big! And it almost looks like you're cumming with all the precum you're leaking.” He wrapped his fist around my own throbbing prick and squeezed tight making me moan in pleasure and pain. “Your cock is pretty damn hard and dripping too big bro. Looks like both of us need to cum bad, and soon!” Letting go of my rockhard cock, Chad moved from a sitting position so that he was laying on his back and pulling his strong muscled legs up and back toward his chest. “Fucking beautiful, little bro,” I breathed as he gave me a perfect view of his jock ass and hole. “C'mon, Lance,” he panted. “Slide your big bro hard cock in my hole and fuck me! Fuck your little brother hard and deep until you fill me up with your ropes of incest cum! Fuck me man please! I need you to fucking pound me!” I sat up on my knees and moved forward until my dripping cockhead was pressing just enough to be felt on my little brother's chemmed up anxious hole, making him groan and pull his legs back even more. “You feel that little bro?” I said softly. “You feel that wet cockhead against your asslips? That wet cockhead that belongs to your own big-dicked bro? You want my married fat cock to open up those asslips and push every bare inch inside your jock butt and fuck you until I give you the cum I should be giving my wife?” “YES, damn it! Yes Lance that's what I want. It's what I need. Shove your cheating fucking cock in my ass and pound the hell out of me! Incest fuck your little brother and breed me deep! Do it fucker! Please do it!” Chad was almost sobbing from the need to get fucked by me. A need I knew was heightened by the tina in his body. And the need I had to be inside him was something I couldn't resist any longer. “If that's what you want little brother,” I growled thrusting my hips forward powerfully and slamming all 8.5 inches up inside his tight warm hole at once. His hole clamped down tight on my meat and I knew I wouldn't last long before giving him my seed. I heard what sounded like a gurgling noise and looked at my naked little brother laying under me. His lips were open and the sound was coming from him as his eyes rolled up in his head and his back arched up off the bed. “Fucking...tight...sweet...hole,” I panted, laboring to get the words out. “A hole made for cock,” I grunted as I began withdrawing from the deepest part of his ass. “A hole made for cum,” I yelled as I drove my full length back inside him. “A hole that belongs to me you nasty fuck! I own your ass little brother and your big bro is going to take good care of it!!” I was moving in and out at an increasing pace. I could feel my nuts drawing up already to shoot their load of adulterous cum deeper inside Chad's body than I'd ever shot. Chad was writhing under my weight and the unrelenting powerfuck he was getting. He reached up and grabbed my biceps and practically screamed, “Oh gawwwdddd yes, Lance! Pound me, pound me, pound me. Make that ass yours big bro! Breed me dude! Please bro give me your fucking cum!!” His pleading and loss of all control took me over the edge and I felt my cock throb and begin firing shot after shot and rope after rope of tina cum in my little brother's clutching ass where we both wanted it to be. My most intense orgasm ever. (to be continued)

Last I saw him was in 2015.

I am a gay male the began sex at a really young age .. I was actually 16 before I even heard of condoms .. back in those days the early 80s Gay men sneaked around alot as our lifestyle wasn’t accepted .. so I was already used to bareback.. I met this guy and we made out and everything and he went to put this thing on his penis .. I asked him what it was .. he says it’s a condom .. tells me what it’s for and I was like ok.. he screwed me for a good 20 minutes.. I didn’t like it when first went in but after this amount of time I began to hate it as it was hurting more than I was enjoying it.. I told him take it out and he does.. all over this condom was blood.. I freaked out and got dressed and went home.. had to tell my mom about it.. so sh take me to emergency room …. She already knew I was gay as events occurred that had me come out of the closet couple years prior .. I get there and a washcloth we had put in my underwear was full of blood .. doctor checked me out.. ran finger inside and felt these bumps so far inside .. prob as far as the condom went in which was several inches .. he asked me if I had anal sex I said yes .. he asked if wore a condom I told him the guy did have one on.. he says well put on this glove and e right back.. 15 minutes later I asked him what was he going to do with it.. he says take it off ..so I did .. all over my hand was little bumps/blisters forming all over my hand.. he tells me then I am allergic to latex and at the time that’s what condoms were mostly made of.. he gave me this bag with three tubes.. each tube had a 3 inch tip.. he used one to show me what to do.. slide in.. squeeze. Turn left three times turn right three times.. so work in the ointment and antibiotic into the sores/bumps… two sweets I had to do that after got better went to have sex and guy pulls out a condom I said hell no .. had bad reaction to them.. either without it or won’t get to screw me .. he tossed the condom aside.. since then I don’t trust condoms no matter what made of

Been a long time since I've posted here... I've had a long dry spell lately, other than sucking some daddy dick occasionally. Chatted with a younger (early 20s) guy a week or two ago, but it didn't go anywhere at the time (of course). Decided to "tap" him on the app a few days later and he messaged me back...went through the whole "what's up" back and forth but pretty much got to him saying "I want to suck your dick". He asked me if I could host and when I told him I could but my housemate would be in another room, he said he was fine with it. He actually showed up (sort of a shocker lately), and he was cute as fuck. Got to my bedroom, made out, clothes came off, told each other how sexy we thought the other one was...I laid on the bed and he went to town sucking me, with occasional trips back up to make out some more. At one point I flipped over on top of him, he spread his legs, and I was sort of dry humping him while we kissed. We hadn't talked about fucking, so I didn't do any more than that...but after he got back on top of me and sucked me some more, he straddled me and (without lube, he must have either taken a load before coming over or pre-lubed before he drove over) lowered himself onto me. Damn his hole felt good. Flipped over into doggy and we both hit the poppers a couple times before I started slamming myself hard into him for a few minutes and exploded. I started heading into the bathroom to rinse off and he came in right behind me and started feeling me up again, sucking me a little, etc...while we chatted for a few minutes. Pretty sure he would've wanted round 2 had I been up for it (and I should've). Said he and his bf were going out of a town for a couple weeks but he wanted more when he came back. Hope he keeps his word.

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I'm not really all that hairy to begin with... Just a bit of leg hair...I like my hole to stay smooth as I and most of the men that fuck me think it looks better

Not necessarily. You only have about a 1 in 70 chance of getting infected. It doubles if you or the other guy has other sti's like gono/chlamydia. That is still a small number. If there are open wounds your odds increase, that is why they tell you not to brush your teeth right before oral sex with someone with HIV. Even that isn't a guarantee. The highest percentage chance of contracting it is from getting his blood into your bloodstream. If you share needles, take a blood slam, ect. your chances of contracting hiv are very high. Like in the mid-90's percent chance high. But if you are worried, you can always get PEP afterwards, or roll the dice. Depends on what you are hoping for really.

Laying blindfolded at the bathhouse with my gaping hole there’s not much in the way of foreplay. Reflecting on the things that build the most sexual tension for me, it’s when guys talk about me with other dudes. “look at that dude in the sling”, “Wanna fuck him?”, “I just watched him get fucked by some other dude”, “I’m gonna fuck him raw”, “This slut needs some dick”. “That hole feels amazing. I fucked it earlier. When you’re done I’m gonna put another load in.”

loved him. loved how he fucked. so connected, animalistic. intense, yet, intimate.

I hate watching porn where I can't tell the top is about to cum or is cumming. I like watching/hearing the build. I like seeing the faces contorted in orgasmic agony. I want to hear him moaning/grunting as he's about to blow his load. When I cum, I'm not screaming, but I'm letting the bottom know. Otherwise, it's boring.

Rural Georgia—June, 2022 (This picks up right where the last post left us…) David grabs his cock and strokes along with my fuck. As I speed up, he stops stroking, makes eye contact again and begins to babble about how good he feels, how big I am, how much he loves to get fucked. His words work and I do just what he wants: I fuck him harder. And soon, harder yet. The large man with the talented ass stops by. He works David’s nipples—and occasionally sucks his cock. I never pause in the fucking. David’s ass is getting wetter and wetter from the battering it’s taking. I stop. “I want you on my rimseat.” “Hell, yes…” I get him out of the sling and lead the way. I get under. That magnificent wet ass sits on my face, obliterating the light—and much of the sound of the party. My tongue finds his hole. I enter him, fucking him now with my tongue. I am instantly rewarded with some guy’s cum dripping into my mouth. I make an appreciative noise in the back of my throat. Someone has come over and is feeding David some cock in his mouth. His hole spasms as whoever it is fucks his throat. I get more of the delicious mix of semen and ass jizz dripping down my tongue as I keep eating him out. I have to stop stroking myself, it is so hot. “You gotta feel this,” says David. He stands up. RC is there and has obviously been the one in David’s mouth. His cock is wet and glistening even in the dim light. One hot ass is replaced with another. I have to work much harder to open up RC. He has not been fucked nearly as much tonight. RC groans and tells me he loves my tongue. Someone knocks my hand away from my dick. I expect a mouth—but I get an ass sliding down on me. Is it David? You’d think I’d be able to tell at this point, but I’m not sure. Whoever it is doesn’t ride me for long. RC is making really hot noises deep in his throat. I work my tongue harder. “That is so hot,” says a voice watching us. “You’re a porn star,” RC laughs, “get on that cock.” I feel Reuben kneel between my splayed legs. He starts to suck me. I am in sensory overload. I eat the hot, hard ass with every trick I know. I also twist my balls, I am so damn close to shooting. Finally, I touch RC’s thighs to get him up and off me. I need to stop before my jaw gets sore. Reuben stands and helps me up, before going off to fuck a cute cub. I hug RC. I pull back, looking him in the eyes: “I didn’t give you my best fuck that first day. The sling there was so low. Could I get you in mine?” “Sure!” I help him into the stirrups. I kneel for a quick rim. I have left his hole open and wet and wanting cock. After a few quick licks I give him my drooling dick. A slow entry. I love watching his face as more and more of me slides into his ass. “Yeah…” he moans. I bottom out and hold it in place. I pull out and start a slow thrust. We lock eyes. He strokes himself occasionally. I build the thrust speed. The sling frame groans. I slow down. I build again to a chain rattling fuck. I eat him out one more time. He is now quite wet. I am surprised no one has joined us to watch—but I realize the crowd is thinning. Men have gotten off and are going out to Ray’s midnight buffet. I stand up and fuck him some more—a nice and slow, a full in and out. I now wish I’d brought my mirror so he could see what I see—my cock pulled all the way out of him and plowing back through his puffy ass lips. He is taking my entire length on each stroke. I slow. I lean forward and kiss him, still deep in his ass. I move to pull out. “Keep going, if you want…” The midnight buffet can wait. Instead, I eat his hole again. I come up and suck his cock for a moment—getting some precum to stick inside him. My tongue pokes it deep. I tell him what I’ve done. He groans. I stand up and keep on fucking… * There are still a few stragglers left. A hairy cub finds me. He tells me it was him riding my cock while I was under the rimseat. I get him into my sling and let him feel what my cock is like when I’m in charge of the thrusting. He shoots all over himself as I fuck. He goes out for the food very happy. In the far sling there is tall man fucking. The guy is grunting and obviously ready to shoot. I go over. It’s David about to get the load. The moment the guy sees me, he starts spurting deep inside. David tells him to fill him up. I stand and watch. Stroking. The man doesn’t want to be cleaned up by either of us, but I spend a long time eating David’s sloppy ass. He has taken far more loads than this one—and I savor the taste of the mixed of cum. “Fuck me. Use that cum for lube.” I stand up. I insert. Fuck! His hole is awash. I begin a slow churn of the loads. A young guy taps me on the shoulder. “I really need to get off, can I fuck it into him?” I step aside. He pushes into David and cums almost immediately. He is happy to let me clean his cock. I share it with David in a wet kiss. “It’s my turn,” I tell him. I slide in again—he’s wetter and hotter. I grab the sling frame and pump into him with all I have left. I am there. I shoot. It feels like my dick just won’t stop going off. “Don’t pull out.” I have no intentions to go anywhere. I marinate in his ass as David grabs his cock. He is instantly back to full erection. He looks up at me. We lock eyes. Then he goes somewhere private—his face a mask—as he shoots again and again… Only then do we leave the play area and get some of Ray’s famous chicken vegetable stew. The original, and with pics of the porn guys, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: The Cum Spurts (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 30, 2022

Found two straight lads crusing. It's was a quiet night, no women around for them. They'd clearly seen me hanging around for a while. After quite a while with no action. One of them approached me and called me fag boy. Asked if I wanted a couple of loads as there was no pussy around they needed to nut inside something badly. They told me to bend over the bonnet of their car, look away and not make any noise as they were going to imagine my ass was a wet pussy. I bent over thinking they'd lower my shorts but they didn't. One of them ripped them open and they both spat on my hole. One threw his jumper over my head. They both bred me 🙂

That's hot you're letting him breed you raw, but weird you can't feel the difference. I guess some guys can't feel a difference, but its hot knowing you're carrying his seed inside you once he's done.

A top pulling out without so much as a grunt can leave me wondering: "Did you cum?" or "Do you want to change positions?" or "Do you need more lube?" or "Did you suddenly remember it's your mom's birthday and you have to rush home to finish her cake?" I can usually rule out that last one (except for the one guy in the chef uniform) but otherwise, some small sign that you came can help a bottom shift into "cooldown" mode without having to resort to asking, "Was it good for you?"

Shot a load after reading each of those last 2 chapters, & still hard now! A twist we didn't see coming. I think we all expected grandpa to breed him. Hope we get to hear what happened in the training in another story.

I myself am in mahwah….if looking for any easy bottom… no load refused..let me know….

Was at a party last night. Got barebacked twice in the sling. Once by a very well hung black top that fucked me once before but failed to shoot. Last night he came in me. Second guy was was not as hung but was a great lover. Hope I get to have him again.

When I top and I'm about to blow, I do what I want as a bottom. First, I pin him down. If it's missionary, I might pin his arms, or hold him down with a forearm. If it's doggy, I might push his head down, or slip my arm around his neck. Then I say something like 'You're getting my load.' From there, I take my time with some big, deliberate thrusts. Afterwards, I'm as gentle as can be - caressing his body, kissing his neck, holding his face. He usually wants to marry me.

Chapter 63: Who's Who's Your Daddy? The next afternoon, mom left to go visit her sister and dad told me to come to his room as he had a suprise for me. I immediately went over thinking that he wanted to make love to me, but what kinda of suprise is that. He told me one of his friends who seeded me blindfolded with our practice pozzing party was coming over, and wanted to breed me blindfolded again. Dad said that before that he wanted us to soak in the jacuzzi tub and then make love to me. We got naked and jumped in the bed first, and my dad asked me if I remembered tye first time we had sex. Of course I did as it was the changing point if my life. He suggested that before getting into the tub, we re live it. It was actually a great idea. I remember it vividly. The firstvm time we started fully clothed caressing each other's bodies. My dad tried to kiss me, and I pushed his face away saying but your my dad. He then grabbed my hand and led it to his crotch. I remember rubbing it, and amazed at how big it felt. Dad then started rubbing my now hard cock, and suddenly I kissed him. I remember how nervous I was, as it was so wrong, yet so right. Tonight was different as we made were both already naked, and there was no nervousness. The tub was absolutely amazing. We both got naked, and started kissing while dad started filling the tub with warm water. He then lit several candles around the room. He got in the tub first with me in front of him. Once we were both in, he added some bubble solution, and we turned on the jets. As the bubbles started forming, dad started kissing me and playing with my cock and nipples. I so wanted my dad's cock up my ass, but I was so into the moment. A dad and his now pozzed boy being romantic in a beautiful tub, enjoying each other's bodies,celebrating not just love, but the virus which was growing inside of me. We then got out of the tub and dad dried me off, paying attention to every single part of my body. We got on the bed, with my feet over his shoulders and he began making slow passionate love to me. He told me that he loved me even more now that his virus was growing in me, and that was a bond more dads and sons should have. He made love to me for 20 or 30 minutes before breeding me, and plugging my ass. We then heard a knock at the door, and dad put the blindfold on me, telling me to get on all fours. He explained the visitor was one i probably knew, and once again, he would not be speaking, just fucking. I was confused as to why this guy didn't want me to know who he was, but if it made dad happy, it made me happy.

Haven't posted in a while. Took two loads today. First was from a guy in one of the gayborhoods. Was cute, colombian, short (like me) muscular, and had a gorgeous uncut cock he slid in me. Pounded my hole a few minutes before unloading. When I got home a guy I'd been chatting with wanted to drop by. He's a tall, thin black guy with a nice big cock. Added his load to the mix. Wasn't expecting two today so it was a very pleasant surrpise

Agree with mblad. It's not the son's business you're fucking the dad, it's not the dad's business you fucked with his son. They're entitled to a degree of privacy.

I’m m keen to hear others thoughts and experiences with chastity. I’ve been self locked for almost 6 mts now, and I like it and think I will continue indefinitely. What are your experiences?

For me it's cumplay. Emptying used condoms or saved loads in that ass before taking my turn.

SLEEPER Their upcoming attack using Battle Drill 2, specifically a 2-328 Raid, on the compound didn’t have much chance of success. The skills of the Charlies, who Sleeper now knew served as defenders, were roughly equivalent to the skills of the Bravos in head to head combat. Neither side had weapons, so any advantage there was off the table. Numbers were in favor of the Charlies because for some reason the Bravos were down one Assmunch, one Weeble, and one Bootlicker - two strategists and a wildcard removed from the game board. Terrain and fortification benefited the defenders, at least initially. And the Bravos faced another deficit - battlefield communication. The Bravos had no way to adjust their movements and attacks during the battle so deploying troops to take advantage of weaknesses that opened up could only happen if a squad saw it, which was unlikely when the majority of their individual attention would be on their own individual struggle. The point was being able to operate and make battlefield decisions in the moment toward the mission goal when there was lack of command or radio silence. Sleeper was doing the math in his head and it would take a miracle to break through multiple layers of defense. Maybe he should have gone with a full platoon frontal assault or even a three squad multi directional. While both the Charlies and the Bravos had their physical powerhouses, no one could match Troll and Zeus, especially if you added in Demon’s support for Troll and Sleeper’s coordination with Zeus. Those two could tie up three enemies each and make a hole in defenses like a knife cutting through butter. Sleeper thoroughly hated the decisions a battle commander was forced to make. He felt much more comfortable as second in command. It was easy when you had smart leaders like Assmunch and Bootlicker. The two of them had different approaches but both saw ways to take advantage of strengths and minimize weaknesses. And Sleeper didn’t discount the power of confidence and commitment in a chosen course of action. Bootlicker was always, in everything, so sure he was right that often what seemed like a terrible idea at first ended up working by sheer determination. Bootlicker forced a square peg in a round hole because that’s what he wanted to happen and he didn’t accept that the round hole wouldn’t cooperate. That square peg was going in, period. It also helped that Bootlicker loved to cheat, mostly because he didn’t see it as cheating. “There’s no such thing as cheating.” Bootlicker explained once. “If you don’t take advantage of everything you can, you aren’t trying. It’s stupid to avoid a solution just because it’s unfair, or it’ll piss someone off, or it wasn’t in the instructions we were given. Fuck that bullshit. Limits are for losers. If you want to win, then fucking win. The bullshit you deal with when you lose doesn’t feel any different than the bullshit you deal with when you cheat to win. So fucking win. Bullshit is going to be there anyway, may as well get something out of it. And I don’t know about you, but in our line of work losing means getting dead, so, well… I’m not doing that.” He had a point, Sleeper knew. However, Bootlicker didn’t see value in working within given restrictions. Normal people couldn’t operate the way Bootlicker did because Bootlicker didn’t care about consequences. Sleeper secretly suspected Bootlicker did half the shit he did because he wanted to find out what the consequences would be. No one could figure out why the fuck someone like Bootlicker wanted to join the Army or how the fuck he was even allowed to stay in. Maybe the Army didn’t know about the worst stuff Bootlicker did. But he sure got chewed out enough for the stuff they did know about, plenty of counseling, non judicial punishments, even disciplinary actions in his service record. Boy, Sarge worked overtime trying to come up with new and brutal punishment duties for Bootlicker, anything that might crack his smug, unbothered reaction to being caught. Bootlicker just did whatever Sarge ordered him to do without blinking or complaining. He cut the grass outside their barracks with a pair scissors - the entire 20 by 30 foot swath. He filled an entire water buffalo with a single 1.5 gallon bucket. That particular water tanker had a one thousand gallon capacity. He did it from a spigot on another water buffalo 200 yards away. Or there was the time he had to clean the parking lot at Command. Spotless. No weeds in the cracks, no loose gravel, no oil or fluid stains on the asphalt. Sarge always tasked one of his minion Sergeants Bravo to be Bootlicker’s minder during these punishments. Ordinary soldiers wouldn’t need a minder, but Bootlicker liked to cheat. So one of the Sergeants Bravo would pester him continuously throughout the day. Maybe Bootlicker had the right approach, at least for the Army. If losing meant you or your brothers might die, and cheating gave you an edge to keep that from happening, why wouldn’t you do it? Sleeper forced himself away from that thought. Losing someone during his command was what he feared the most. Losing one of his brothers at all was too disturbing to give thought to. Assmunch was completely different. He didn’t exactly accept loss, only the fact that it was possible. Assmunch was the opposite of Bootlicker. Where Bootlicker only looked at ways to succeed and used every trick to make that happen, Assmunch considered all the ways things could go wrong and fail and adjusted his plans to eliminate those possibilities, which often left a direct path to success. Sleeper guessed that was where Assmunch’s confidence came from. For him, there was only one good answer and he knew it would work if everyone did their part. And then, he trusted his men to pull their weight. In Assmunch’s eyes you had value, you were necessary, he needed you and what you could do. In contrast to Sarge constantly screaming how stupid you were, how incompetent, what a colossal failure you were in the Army’s eyes, Assmunch made you feel important, that you directly contributed to everyone’s success. It made a huge difference in individual effort. Assmunch inspired. That was something Sleeper hadn’t learned to do yet, inspire his men. He gave orders, made decisions, asked for input, all of it. But they didn’t look at him with trust and belief like they did with Assmunch. Maybe because Assmunch always looked for a way to do the right thing and Sleeper didn’t. Assmunch agonized over it sometimes. But there was a distinction between how Assmunch focused on that and Sleeper accepted sometimes the option to do the right thing was available, and sometimes it wasn’t and you still had to do the job. Sleeper gave a small sigh. Leadership. Something he’d only realized as he grew older, just before he joined the Army. Wrestling had been good for that, with coaches, team captains, thinking about strategies for winning as a team not just individually. If there was anything that demonstrated leadership it was that a leader considered how a team could achieve a goal while arranging the skills of individuals to their best effect. It was funny how he’d run away to join the Army thinking it would help him avoid responsibility, and instead ended up feeling responsible for these men around him, his brothers. And fuck Assmunch for making him Platoon second. So now he lay prone under a shrub, something called Privet, in the dark searching for any other option. They’d discussed a hidden squad sneaking in from another vector while the main body of Bravos created an attack diversion. But Zeus didn’t ‘sneak’ and he was their only guaranteed physical attack dominator. Weeble could sneak, so could Bootlicker and Wanker. Shark was pretty good too. But none of them had the sure ability to overwhelm defenders and if Sleeper were choosing someone to defend the inner part of the compound it would be their best fighters. A three man squad would be the minimum, two to create the hole, one to penetrate to the objective. Sleeper growled. Committing to a planned attack strategy without second guessing at the last minute was so fucking frustrating! It was one thing when you knew your plan could succeed. Try committing to an attack strategy you knew would lose. Everything in him was fighting moving forward with this disaster. He felt a tap on his shoulder and nearly jumped out of his skin as he screamed in a whisper “FUCK!” While he rolled to his feet and got caught in the privet bush. “Sorry Sleeper.” Weeble said in a whisper. Or rather, the ugly lump of leaves and pinestraw said it with Weeble’s voice. “Weeble?” He whispered back. “What the fuck, man? Where the hell have you been? How long have you been here? What the fuck? I mean… what the FUCK?” “SHHHHH, Sleeper! I can’t stay. Just wanted to let you know there’s a whole warehouse underground, it’s huge. If you want in, just go in any of the buildins. There’s lifts. Hard to find, just look for a button on the wall. Good luck!” And the pile of leaves and pine straw scuttled away a couple feet without anything more than a slight rustle of sound. “Oh! Don’t get caught, prolly better let Bootlicker and Wanker handle it. Pretty sure you ain’t s’posed to know about it.” And then the form disappeared in the dark. Motherfucker. Fifteen seconds. That’s all the time the interaction took. He’d let his guard down, let his mind wander. A potential enemy had caught him unaware. That was how he had to look at it, even though it was Weeble. And where the fuck was his compound instructor and Zeus in all this? Out of the three of them someone should have noticed Weeble sneaking up. The trouble was he couldn’t spare personnel for a rear guard perimeter, they were too spread out and he had to devote everyone he had to the attack drill. In any battle drill there were assumptions. In this one, a forward platoon attack on fixed defensive positions your six was assumed to be guarded by friendly forces with little to no enemy potential. That would change during the drill as they engaged and each squad had to keep a lookout around them for potential encirclement. Even so, Sarge would have his fucking balls on a plate for this if he knew Weeble had so easily snuck up. It was exactly the sort of dirty trick Sarge would play. It was exactly something Seargeant Horvath would do as well. He could send an assassin in the dark to take out command personnel and leave the Bravos scrambling. It was too late to revise their attack plan to take advantage of Weeble’s information. But if he had a chance during the upcoming battle he’d spread the word hoping someone could get inside one of the buildings. Weeble’s mysterious appearance did remove one worry from his mind. He already knew Assmunch was inside the compound, possibly a hostage, and recovery was a third tier goal, however unlikely. Sleeper mentally reviewed 2-328 for the 18th time: RAID 2-328. A raid is a limited-objective, deliberate operation entailing swift penetration of hostile terrain. A raid is not intended to hold territory; and it requires detailed intelligence, preparation, and planning. The Infantry platoon and squad conducts raids as part of a larger force to accomplish a number of missions, including the following - Capture prisoners, installations, and/or enemy materiel. Capture or destroy specific enemy command and control locations. Destroy enemy materiel or installations. Obtain information concerning enemy locations, dispositions, strength, intentions, or methods of operation. Confuse the enemy or disrupt his plans. Liberate friendly personnel. So Assmunch would likely remain a prisoner as his liberation was not a primary objective. Bootlicker had disappeared from his squad mid-afternoon and was MIA. But Weeble had been seen on a few occasions early during the day running through the woods. Sightings grew more infrequent as the day wore on until no one knew where he was in the last few hours leading up to this drill. But now that Sleeper knew Weeble was accounted for, he felt better. He didn’t worry about Bootlicker much, disappearing and doing his own thing was what Bootlicker did. Sometimes it benefitted the Bravos, sometimes it was just a crazy scheme Bootlicker wanted to enact. In this drill Bootlicker’s presence wouldn’t add much, and just maybe he was off trying to figure out a way to succeed or implementing it or more likely figuring out a way to screw up whatever Objective the Charlies were given. Unless he needed your help in his scheme, you never knew what he was doing. He glanced at his watch and noted it was two minutes to execution of the drill. He wondered if the Charlies had been informed of the exact moment of execution. Probably not, they were obviously tasked with defense of a fixed position with their own objectives. It wouldn’t help them develop and hone their skills if they knew when the fight was coming to them. He did have to chuckle when he thought how stupid Hollywood movies were. Ops command used absolute time to coodinate a battle or attack, GMT or Greenwich Mean Time, regardless of global position. The men on the ground used a countdown. There was no ‘everyone, synchronize your watches.’ That was useless and a group that trained together frequently would laugh at that. If every single one of you weren’t using the exact same timepiece in the exact same condition there was no synchronization, it just wasn’t possible. Troops used for engagement depended upon real time intel at the target location to execute. If a support function was necessary like air or artillery they’d wait for a green go from command, but it was up to field commanders to set it all in motion which could be minutes later. Getting in position, signaling readiness, a last minute check on sitreps meant actual execution time was variable when your attack forces were dispersed. Without comms it was hard to know what was happening elsewhere so you executed your part with the blind trust assumption that at least one other squad would be successful. In an ordinary drill, the cue for Battle Drill 2 would be the enemy’s initiation of direct fire contact, which they wouldn’t have in this exercise as there were no weapons in use. By not having weapons all steps up to Step 11 in the Battle Drill were assumed to be a YES which took care of suppressive fire and positioning on the enemy. Sleeper wouldn’t have much to do on this drill as Platoon leader until the Bravos could draw in. Whoever survived the initial defense would dictate Sleeper’s next move, as well as whatever enemy forces survived and how and where they regrouped. The sharp rat-tat-tat of weapons fire broke the night’s silence. Without thinking, his training kicked in and it didn’t matter that they had been told there would be no weapons fire. That was the cue for execution, and he cursed the fact that the Charlies knew that too. Fuck. Of course the element of surprise would be eliminated. Motherfuckers. He and the rest of the Bravos broke cover and ran for the perimeter of the compound. This wasn’t going to be some honor system of ‘I got you, you’re dead’ and expecting the enemy to stay down. No, this was live combat to disable and injuries were going to be sustained. They knew enough to avoid breaking bones that would take weeks to heal, but everything else was fair game. Sleeper saw Zeus running for his target out of the corner of his eye, so he knew to take the other guy who was crouched and ready. It was too dark to see which of the Charlies it was but he wasn’t worried. Only two of the Charlies could match him hand to hand and this guy wasn’t either one of them. He didn’t even spare a thought of doubt for Zeus’s chances of success. Both of these guys would be moaning in pain for the next couple hours after he and Zeus got done with them. “Goddammit!” Zeus’s opponent yelled just before Zeus knocked him from his feet with a tucked shoulder to sail four feet through the air and slam onto his back. Zeus had never played football, but the tackle wasn’t half bad. Before he could even catch his breath Zeus had him face down and was tying his wrists and ankles. Sleeper had to grapple with his opponent for fifteen seconds or so, but he eventually body slammed the guy to the ground. “Don’t wait for me, Zeus, I’ll be right behind you.” he said as he tied his opponent up and dragged him away from the other one. If they weren’t in too much pain they’d both eventually scoot together and free each other from the ropes, but by then it was Sleeper’s hope the battle would be over. The compound lights chose that moment to extinguish, and they plunged into darkness. “Fuck me, this - Ungh - sucks donkey - mmmmgghhhh - dicks.” Zeus’s victim grunted with gasps. “That was the worst, oh God, I’m gonna die.” “Pussy. Grunts don’t die, we aren’t that lucky.” Sleeper laughed as he climbed to his feet. He gave the guy a hard kick to the ass as he passed him. “I hate you.” Were the final words Sleeper heard as he moved forward toward his last visual of Zeus just before he felt a fist hit the back of his neck just below his skull and he went unconscious. *************** SHARK Being a squad leader had one benefit above all others: you didn’t have to follow some stupid other squad leader’s dumb plan that would get you deaded. Did it matter that you still had to follow your Platoon leader’s dumb plan that was also going to get you deaded? Did it matter if it was your LT’s dumb plan? He sighed. There was a certain amount of relief when command KNEW it probably wouldn’t work. Battlefields were filled with desperate maneuvers that had slim probabilities of success. In any operation you had personnel who were critical to the success of the dumb plan, and then there was everyone else. The sacrifices. He mentally corrected himself. Sacrifices, with a capital ‘S’. Sacrifices had a part to play, and beyond that their role was minimized. Someone long ago figured out battle plans flowed smoother when you didn’t expect too much from the grunts. Taking a position and providing suppressing fire for a squad or unit that had critical personnel tasked with the mission objective was the usual. The Sacrifices didn’t have to know what the ultimate objective was, they just had to hold a position. Support. Sit and Suck. Suffer. A lot of S-words, a lot of F-words, and a whole lot of feeling underutilized knowing the rest of your unit was doing the fun stuff. The minute the lights cut out he knew their chances of success went right down the toilet. They had no night vision gear. His three man squad or anyone else would never be able to see the signal. Assumptions would kill you every time and in this case it was their assumption that they’d have visibility. He sighed again. No plan survived first contact with the enemy. Time to get creative. Mobility was crucial. He turned to Wanker and Dumbo. “Remember the first month at Graf?” He asked, referring to one of their initial small squad drills in Germany, just after they’d all been assembled as a new Platoon and taken through Sarge’s ball crushing evaluations. “The urban noose?” “Yeah.” Wanker said. “This is sorta like that. What about it?” “Remember how Demon fucked up Sarge’s plan by just being a complete maniac?” Wanker snorted. “That’s why we called him Demon. How are we gonna work it?” Shark smiled, exposing how he got his nickname, his trademark fucked up teeth. “Havoc. You and me, Wanker. Dumbo, pick your moment carefully. If we can’t see beyond ten feet, neither can they. Wanker, you know some of the Charlie’s moves and what they call them, right? Move fast and don’t engage unless you can cripple, leave that to me. You just focus on making them deviate with new orders. It’ll depend on how well we can convince them we’re Charlies. No contact long enough for them to figure it out, okay?” “Copy” Wanker said. “Copy” Dumbo repeated. While every battle drill had its official designation, well drilled units up to the Platoon level in Infantry often had their own name for them. Like Battle Drill 8, Minesweeper. Deeper levels of sub drills just got confusing if you called out a bunch of numbers. Wanker was going to pass along all the conflicting orders he could manage. “Let’s go, we’re going to give the Brotherhood a fighting chance. With any luck, our boys will know what’s up.” With that, Shark broke cover and tore off to the right where he’d seen Sleeper and Zeus make their charge. The Charlies wanted darkness? Well that didn’t only work in their favor. Defensive positions had a specific weakness in that the troops had to maintain that position. Maybe Sleeper’s plan wasn’t so dumb, holding back half the teams for a staggered attack pattern. The Charlies would hear attacks happening at other approaches while half of their teams would have to wait in position knowing they couldn’t abandon their defense point in favor of providing support to others. If the lights were still on, Shark would not have been able to divert. They’d be seen and the Charlies would be able to reposition. And there wasn’t a long window Shark could delay moving. In seconds they were standing with their backs to the building wall and Shark darted his head around the corner to assess. Two bodies on the ground, hog tied, scrambling to move towards each other. Their dimensions did not match Zeus or Sleeper’s profiles. “Two disabled. We’ll need to do something to delay them getting free.” Shark whispered. “I got it.” Dumbo replied. “You two stay on the move. I’ll try to follow the sounds and find you. But I know the plan. It might even been better if I’m a few seconds behind you spreading different intel than what you’re telling them. No one will be able to figure out what the fuck’s going on.” “Copy.” Shark replied before darting around the corner with Wanker on his heels. As if by silent agreement, he and Wanker gave each of the disabled Charlies a medium kick as they jumped past, eliciting grunts of pain from them. Another body lay fifteen feet away and it was beautiful the way Wanker immediately mirrored his split-second re-direct to slam his back against the building. By now the practiced movements to clear a position forced an automatic sequence of action. Their brains didn’t even have to think about what they’d seen. With two bodies hog tied, the third should have been as well. Unless the third wasn’t a Charlie. But their brains didn’t have to think that far. All it had to do was say ‘different’ and training took over. Caution. Assess. Clear the room. Six was clear. 9 o’clock was clear. Body at 12 o’clock. Unknown at their blind 3 o’clock. He held up a hand and made several motions. Wanker responded with the Bravos’ hand sign for ‘acknowledge’ before darting to their 9. The absence of weaponry simplified what they had to do. Wanker was bait and recon. If there was a Charlie lying in wait around the corner, he saw Wanker and knew that Wanker could see him. If the Charlie abandoned his protected position to strike, then Shark could disable him. If the Charlie followed his training, he wouldn’t move towards Wanker until checking for an ambush and Wanker could engage. Now, Wanker wasn’t the best at combatives but with Shark it was two on one. The smart move would be for the Charlie to evade and escape. And there was a Charlie, single, as Wanker’s hand signal flashed. He returned the sign for ‘flank’ and stepped outside an arm’s reach past the corner as Wanker moved. The Charlie was no fool and he knew he was a goner in a two against one so he leapt backwards and made to run. “Give it up, Devreaux.” Shark said running after him after he recognized the face. “We’ll just tie you up and won’t beat you. If you make us chase you it’s gonna hurt.” “Just gotta keep you busy, Snaggletooth.” Devreaux said. “Already took your pretty boy off the game board.” So, it was Sleeper lying there unconscious. Idiot. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what happened. Zeus and Sleeper depended way too much on strength and power. Devreaux had let Zeus pass, wisely, in favor of incapacitating Sleeper in an ambush. Instead of moving forward with caution to clear the position, they rushed and Sleeper fell into a trap. That was a rookie mistake and Sleeper should have been past the point where he made those. At least Zeus made the right call and moved forward without Sleeper. Devreaux was fast and Shark knew he couldn’t catch him, which was going to throw a wrench in their plan. Shark was just about to call off pursuit and divert when Dumbo came out of the darkness ahead and clotheslined Devreaux, sending the Charlie horizontal to slam into the packed earth. “Damn, that had to hurt. Give him two for running, Dumbo. Wanker, we move.” Shark commanded. They darted through the compound from fighting group to defensive positions, running fast enough to avoid identification. Wanker would throw out a drill nickname, cycling between three of the Charlies’ drills, leaving confusion in their wake. Frequently they came across Bravos. Like sonar, when they saw the form of a soldier Shark let out a low ‘tch’ sound with his tongue behind his teeth. An answering ‘tch’ was the Bravos sign of friendly. If there was no answer, Wanker just whispered ‘Beanbag’, or ‘Harvest’ or ‘Barbarian’. Shark had no idea what drills or maneuvers those terms referenced, but the deception worked. How would anyone know a Platoon’s customized playbook well enough to give battlefield orders, except a member of their own Platoon? Fuck those Charlies. Training was a beautiful thing, especially when you could use it against the enemy. No one questioned trusted orders on the battlefield, not if they wanted to keep their stripes. It was a good lesson for the Charlies to learn. Establishing an accompanying password or code, some secret gesture or sound helped. The Charlies just had the rotten luck to have their secrets stolen by two crafty spies. Bootlicker and Wanker proved their worth again and again with their infiltration and intel. A lesser leader than Assmunch would have clamped down on the questionable activities of those two. But Assmunch had seen their talent for trouble as an asset. The Bravos didn’t even care anymore when they paid the price as a unit for something Bootlicker or Wanker had done. One time Shark overheard Assmunch telling those two ‘stop fucking getting caught like you’re stupid grunts. You’re not, so do better.” After sowing what chaos they could, Shark led Wanker and Dumbo in a jog to the position they were supposed to maintain. Whatever Bravos were left would assault the center. All the action was a good distance away and they only had to watch for stragglers and pick off any Charlies trying to reposition. The three of them wouldn’t be useful in direct engagement anyway. The Bravos had tanks like Zeus, Troll, Cellblock and Chunk for that, supported by terrors like Demon, Fitch and Olympic. Without compound lights, the night was black, very black. After Germany, Shark wasn’t surprised by the kind of darkness you only got when you were far enough away from city lights. When you were out on patrol in a rural area the absence of light was at first eerie and unsettling. Sounds seemed sharper and more clear forcing a nervous hyper awareness. People said when you lose one of your senses your others grow stronger. Shark didn’t believe that. It wasn’t that they grew stronger, you just paid more attention. In a normal situation you heard ten or more noises in a single second. Shark had counted. Your head dismissed most of those as unimportant unless you focused on them. Sitting in class people were breathing, moving, the air conditioning was blowing, a bird was singing outside the window, your pen was scratching on the paper in front of you, your stomach was gurgling, saliva was squelching around in your mouth. Everywhere. Everything had a sound. So when you were in the dark, your head, not your ears, paid attention to all the sounds your ears already heard. And Shark didn’t hear anything he wasn’t expecting to hear. “Hey Wanker, let me get some hole.” He said. “Now?” Wanker replied in a calm, ordinary tone. “Yeah. We’re good for a few minutes. Won’t take me long. It’s been a week, bro.” he answered. Wanker moved to pull the lower layers of his uniform down just over his ass after releasing his belt. “Do your thing, dude.” Wanker said getting on his hands and knees. Shark moved up behind him, his hard dick already freed. Neither of them exposed anything more than was necessary, as usual. Wanker’s obedient acceptance of being dicked sending a surge of pleasure straight to his pole. Just snap his fingers and he had a hole to fuck anytime he wanted it. It was even better that Wanker didn’t get eager about it, never asked him for a fuck. There was something thrilling about having someone so obedient who had no expectations, who wouldn’t turn it into something it wasn’t. It was clear Wanker attached no significance to the act. He didn’t even feel bad about being used. That was what did it for the brothers. If Wanker had turned into a little bitch, or some flaming faggot (sorry Zeus) the Bravos wouldn’t have stood for it. As long as this stayed in the realm of a sexual handshake, no one was going to put a stop to it or complain. Because Wanker hadn’t changed. He was still Wanker. “Wait.” Wanker said before spitting in his hand and reaching back to grease his asshole with spit. “One sec…”. He spit again, and reached back to slick up Shark’s shaft. “Thanks.” Shark said. He kept forgetting that part. He eased forward into Wanker’s tight hole. The heated furnace of his brother’s ass was a welcome feeling in the cold night air. He chuckled at the thought that there was a time he would have found a thought like that gross. It wasn’t even like he was having sex with Wanker. It was just getting off, releasing some tension. Neither one of them had any kind of feelings that got in the way. Wanker had a hole and he didn’t get warped about what happened to it. Any way, any position, any action - slow or fast, hard or gentle - Wanker just kept his hole in position so a brother who needed it could fuck out a little aggression, boredom, pent up frustration or just get rid of that distracting buildup that all men had to deal with from their nuts. Shark hadn’t had much pussy, only one girl in fact had ignored his unfortunate face and mouth and let him get rid of both their cherries. For her, it was just a matter of needing the credential with her girlfriends after they heard that your period wasn’t as bad if you weren’t a virgin. That’s the crazy shit girls did. Most of them were insane. He knew she’d only picked him because he wasn’t going to say no, not the way he looked, and she could firmly set expectations. She didn’t have to do all the manipulation, the luring, the subtle hints and flirting she’d have to do with most other guys. He was less work for something she saw as a medical procedure. And they used a condom. And she complained about how uncomfortable it was. And she bossed him around about how he was doing it. Losing his virginity: two out of ten stars. Pussy? Eight out of ten stars. Women? Five out of ten. Based on his single experience. But hey, you had to have a benchmark, right? So when he slid raw into the sloppy hole Footlong had left behind in that winter shelter in Germany, he was jolted into an appreciation of Wanker’s ass as a welcome release, and Wanker in general as a receptive fuck. He would never have even considered it if Footlong hadn’t fucked Wanker first. Knowing a buddy had taken the first leap helped him bridge the off limits feeling that he would have had. Ass wasn’t all that different from pussy. And he gained an appreciation for all the things that actually mattered in fucking someone, and just sticking your dick in a hole was really the least of it. Since then, he’d fucked Wanker every chance he got, which wasn’t all that much since there wasn’t too many places they could do it when at Airborne. And he decided that aside from the tight, warm, gripping wetness of Wanker’s hole, his favorite part was how Wanker never blinked when he asked. A few of the other brothers were getting theirs too, it wasn’t a secret, not in the brotherhood. Wanker was a resource and by silent agreement (and Assmunch, Sleeper and Zeus’s warning) they kept it respectful and emotionally dry. The world would be a much different place if men could have this sort of arrangement with women. It didn’t always have to be about love and feelings. As he pumped away, Dumbo kept watch in the night. Wanker had a nice cushioning butt for throwing a fuck, which was good for Shark. His hipbones stuck out a little because he was on the thin side. So he could appreciate not banging bones during what was supposed to be a feel good experience. He gripped Wanker’s hips and with every thrust forward he pulled back, bucking up inside his buddy’s hole. Wanker was a real trooper, not even grunting in discomfort. That was the third thing in favor of fucking Wanker, he never complained, he just took the fuck like a good slut. After a couple minutes Shark could feel himself getting close. “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna nut, bro.” He whispered. “Sweet. Juice that hole, buddy.” Wanker whispered back, a little out of breath. Number four on the list - you could dump your load right in his ass, or his mouth, he didn’t care. From what Shark gathered, hardly anyone got to cum inside anyone they had sex with these days. Even couples that had been together a while still used condoms all the time. It seemed like only married people didn’t. He let out a low moan as his cum flooded Wanker’s guts in several long spurts balls deep. It took him about 30 seconds to come down from the high. He would never hate that feeling. He pulled out and put his dick away. “You done?” Dumbo asked. “Yeah, you need a go?” Shark replied. Dumbo moved closer and pulled his dick out. “Just a blowjob.” “You good, bro?” He asked Wanker with a pat on the shoulder. “A-1, bro.” Wanker replied. Shark went over to the post Dumbo had just left to take his turn at watch. Wanker went to work on Dumbo’s average dick while Dumbo used both hands to guide his head for the type of mouth fucking he needed. Shark shook his head as the usual disappointment flooded him after seeing Dumbo’s low hangers swing with every hip thrust into Wanker’s patient lips. Like his ears, Dumbo’s nuts were legendary. Shark would give anything to have balls like Dumbo’s, nuts that actually swung, the size of plums instead of his own walnuts drawn up in a tight sack. At least the Gods were fair and gave Dumbo an unremarkable dick. Maybe not real fair, he still had to walk around with those ears. He sighed and kept eyes and ears peeled out into the darkness, wondering how the assault was proceeding. The frequent wet gurgle behind him told him the assault on Wanker’s throat was going as expected. Wanker did suck a mean dick. ***************************** MARINES POTTER AND BATTLES “Well ain’t that somethin’”. Lance Corporal Potter drawled, watching through his night vision optics as the Bravo they called Dumbo stiffened up with an orgasm right into Wanker’s mouth. It was uncontrolled and slightly violent, yet Wanker allowed himself to be manhandled and violated as Dumbo thrust and quivered with spastic jerks. Quiet as a mouse though. The Bravos were approximately 30 feet away, and Potter only had a partial profile of the sexual act. “Yeah, sure is.” Battles answered, watching the action himself. The one called Shark had done his deed just before. At least they had the sense to have a watch. “Dude didn’t even spit it out.” He continued after everyone pulled themselves together and resumed guard in crouched positions. Potter grunted. “Let’s move. This team’s holding a retreat position, they’re not going anywhere. We’ll go west.” They moved off into the darkness. Major Collins wanted a thorough report on tonight’s attack drill from initial engagement to the cease of hostilities. Potter knew he and Battles couldn’t be everywhere at once and specific fights or activities weren’t what the Major was looking for. This was a test for the two junior Marines, to see how much information they could gather without being discovered. To determine if they could organize the information and relay it both in a way suitable for a senior officer’s digestion and relevant to the operation of a Marine of Potter’s rank. A test to see if they could properly identify elements of the assault in terms of strengths and weaknesses. Who was sticking their dick in who wasn’t battlefield intel. And if you don’t want a reputation in the military, you don’t offer information that your superior hasn’t asked for. In any circumstance. It was called information compartmentalization. Your LT doesn’t care how dirty the latrine is, or that maintenance won’t fix the shower drain. That information is properly given to your Staff Sergeant. Don’t tell your Colonel the armory issued you an M16 with a cracked stock. And don’t spread gossip up the chain, or within the ranks, ever. Within your unit, that’s unofficially acceptable depending on the nature of the gossip but It’s still discouraged. Now, go outside your unit and the one hard rule is ‘answer only when asked’ but you still need to demonstrate discretion. In Iraq, or during any deployment really, secrets are hard to keep. You know who’s cheating on their wife or girlfriend. You know who the Barrack’s Bunnies are on post. You know who got chewed out for a fuckup. And most of the guys know who’ll ‘do a favor’ for another Marine. Potter and Battles decided early on they didn’t want their business known and kept their own arrangement close. That was another reputation you didn’t want if you expected to go anywhere in the Corps. Wanker’s status as the Bravo’s joy-hole didn’t fall within their orders, so unless the Major asked it wasn’t pertinent to the mission. Potter gave it no further thought. An hour later they made their way back to the camp Major Collins had them create earlier that day about a mile from the compound. It wasn’t easy in the dark woods, another test. He and Battles could have used their optics but they didn’t need them and conserving the battery was an important part of maintaining the operational effectiveness of your gear in case you needed it for something critical. They found Major Collins sitting back against a pack, reading a book with a penlight. “Sir.” Potter said, walking up. “Corporal. Private. Eat first.” Major Collins gestured with the penlight at two aluminum foil wrapped bundles just a few feet away. He and Battles threw themselves on the ground with grateful moans. “Thank you Sir.” Battles said. The only light was from the Major’s penlight. Honestly, they’d adjusted to the dark and would rather not have the light at all. The Major’s use of the light signaled their camp was safe and normal camp protocol was allowed. They opened the foil to the rich smell of a hearty stew. “Fuck, that smells good.” Potter said before he could stop himself. “Apologies, Sir. Won’t happen again.” He said immediately. Collins clicked off his pen light. “Relax Marine. We’re not in ranks. casual communication permitted. In fact, when we’re alone, I expect it from you two. I’m just another Marine, Potter.” “Yes, Sir. I mean Major. Yes Major.” Potter said. “Now eat.” Major Collins said. Man, the stew was good. Something about a warm meal after a full day’s exertion. “Wow, what kind of meat is this? So good.” Battles said around a mouthful. “Deer meat, I think. I could eat five bowls of this.” Potter said around his own mouthful. Potter tried to eat like a civilized human. There was a Major in their presence, after all. The Major had taken care of them, providing healthy Marine sized portions of the deep, savory, thick stew filled with onions, potatoes, big chunks of meat, and a few other vegetables. It was salty with a hefty amount of spice and heat. It didn’t take long to finish when you were trained to eat fast in the field. Battles policed the containers and remnants while Potter gathered natural materials from around the camp so he could create a mock compound to give his report. The night air was dry and chilly, somewhere in the upper 30’s or low 40’s and it felt good. After boot camp in Southern California, he’d had a rude shock in Iraq after thinking that being in a Middle East country was going to be hot. It was, during the height of the day and all throughout the summer. But otherwise it cooled down drastically at night. This temperate Georgia winter reminded him a lot of winter in northern Iraq where it was rare for the temperature to fall below freezing, but it still got close. Dawn and sunrise on a crisp, clear northern Iraqi morning was damn near beautiful, as much as the country and government itself sucked. It was on those mornings that Potter felt like Iraq wasn’t all that different from America. Farmers got up and tended to their animals, the day promised only good things, the distant hills blurred and greyed with a morning haze. Sharing a dallah of Qahwa (Arab coffee) with the indigenous Kurds who were effusively friendly. The Kurds weren’t their enemy in the conflict. The US actually considered them allies against Hussein, but the military didn’t really ask permission for a lot of things they had to do, so people occasionally got butthurt. Compensation was given. And part of the Arabic culture was to ask for 20 camels when you only deserved 2. The art of negotiation was considered a fun challenge in their culture. And serious negotiations were prolonged and often involved sharing Qahwa. It had the feel of being almost ceremonial. As far as getting maximum concessions was concerned during the process, it wasn’t dishonest he eventually learned, to demand more than you were owed. It was expected to demand more. No one in the Iraqi or Kurdish culture would take a claim for 20 camels seriously and an opponent was expected to counter with an equally absurd low ball offer. It was probably racist to use camels, he corrected himself. Kurds raised goats and sheep. Camels were for Bedouin, the nomadic wanderers who wanted little to do with anyone. Now, anytime he thought about Iraq, it wasn’t the lopsided constantly moving fight across the country as Saddam’s forces were in continuous retreat from the superior force of the coalition armies comprised of the U.S., Britain, France, Germany, the Soviet Union, Japan, and even Saudi Arabia and Egypt. He didn’t think about that much, and instead thought about how good it felt to actually help the Kurds, the families he’d met, how coffee wasn’t just something you gulped down to give you a jolt, it was meant to be enjoyed. Potter appreciated his time with Operation Provide Comfort in Northern Iraq after they’d taken care of kicking the living shit out of Saddam Hussein’s sad little army. He’d learned a lot, but mostly he UNlearned American prejudices. People were people, and most regular people were only concerned with surviving day to day. And just like in America, city people were far more caught up in political bullshit than the simpler population in the countryside. The Kurds only wanted their homeland back after Saddam Hussein’s brutality against them. It was disheartening to see how little the Kurds possessed, how much they had given up to flee, and their generosity in the face of their destitute existence contrasted with the relative wealth of American soldiers spoke volumes about who they were as a people. Trying to give them gifts to ease their poverty only resulted in an argument over some trinket or item they tried to force in trade so that the transaction wouldn’t be one sided. Often it was items they could not afford to give up, having so little to begin with. Part of it was pride. Potter learned that if you offered the gift as compensation for something they had done or would do, it allowed them to accept it, as long as it wasn’t too valuable. Money was not acceptable, except for merchants or businessmen. Food that had been prepared was also not acceptable. Raw goods or useful items were received well, if they were in payment for a service such as information or help. Small trinkets of no real value were highly coveted by the children, if the items were uniquely American. It could be confusing how they tried to milk you for everything you owned if they were negotiating for something they wanted or needed, but try to give them something for free and they would never take it and suddenly you found yourself in some weird reverse negotiation of trying to get them to give you LESS while they argued that it wasn’t right that you gave them anything, and if you did it was too much. Alternatively, battle maps made him think of his time driving back the Iraqis before he ever saw the gentler side of the people of Iraq. his miniature compound he was currently arranging for Major Collins’ briefing brought back memories of field planning from his early days of the Gulf War, his unit gathered around some cobbled together basic layout of their objective on the ground while they watched their Lieutenant describe the battle plan using sticks, rocks, or utility items from their gear. Scale was important in battle maps. Accuracy of position was important. Critical elements needed to be represented if they measured any weight on the battle. Major players had to be identified. Private Battles watched with riveted attention as he arranged the map, and he could feel the Major’s heavy consideration of his every placement. He wasn’t nervous, even if Major Collins came down from Heaven, the Pentagon. Potter knew his shit, he wasn’t worried about that. And Major Collins was refreshingly easy going for an officer. Potter knew that came from confidence and having nothing to prove. It was something Potter tried to emulate, having seen it before in other leaders. There was a time and place for being a hard ass, but if you used it sparingly it carried more weight. Leadership was tricky like that. It was one of the reasons he both liked and respected Assmunch. They weren’t so far apart in rank Potter felt awkward calling him by his Platoon nickname even if he didn’t quite understand why they called him that. No, Assmunch was one of those rare soldiers who even as a junior enlisted possessed this self awareness, confidence, and ease of command that felt like he was senior. He didn’t act like a Private. He didn’t carry his lowly stripe like the others. Just like Collins didn’t carry his Major like other Majors that Potter had encountered. It was quality. Potter didn’t think that could be taught, but when he found someone with it he made sure he was all eyes and ears. As the lowliest NCO he didn’t deserve or merit the personal attention of someone like Major Collins. Yet, here he was and he was damned if he wouldn’t give the man his best. “The Bravos separated into mostly 3 man units and spread out in an encirclement of the compound, forcing the Charlies to divide their defense. The Bravos were far more capable of acting independently without direct command than the Charlies. That will become clear just after contact…” Potter began his debriefing

Best thing to do is let him walk in on you and his son, see what happens 👄

Yes. In a way, the pozzed out punch card at the local health center is like a driver's license given only to gay men. Not that one needs much motive in the heat of the moment, but being Poz is an unspoken permission to indulge, take what you will and enjoy it to the fullest. It's A taste of freedom - however fucked the cost. And Poz men are sexy as hell.

Part 31: Will, Ryan, and Pastor Kline Fuck (Part 3) (Will's perspective) My hands crept down Ryan’s face, rough stubble scratching my palm, feeling his throat as my cock filled him. I was still getting hard, filling his air passageway. I could feel the veins of his neck straining, air cut off as he tried to take as much of me as he could. His body struggled for a moment and then tried to calm itself as it adjusted to this new intruder. Just wait until I enter his ass, I thought. “Proud of your boy?” I asked Pastor Kline. “I’ve never been prouder,” he said, sliding his son’s cock out of his mouth, licking his lips. Ryan’s hands wrapped around my legs, squeezing slightly at first and then grabbing tight the longer he went without air. Seeing his red face, I pulled out, a string of spit and precum dribbling down his chin. I’d only ever fucked men older than myself, meaning Ryan was as new to me as I was to him. “Fuck” Ryan gasped, looking up at me with watering eyes. He was a gorgeous young man. I understood why Pastor Kline fantasized about him. He would, under different circumstances, make any woman go crazy chasing after him. They still would, though they’d come up short. “How does it taste?” Pastor Kline asked his son. “Incredible,” he said, watching as his father ran his tongue up his shaft, stopping at the head where a bead of precum oozed out. “The best thing I’ve ever tasted.” Pastor Kline kissed the head of Ryan’s cock, the precum sticking to his lips. “You taste incredible, Son.” “Does he taste like you?” I asked. “Only one way to tell,” Pastor Kline said. He stood up and presented his cock where precum was leaking out of his less-than-impressive member. I reached out and grabbed his balls, pulling him close and squeezing slightly. He winced, but more precum dribbled out. “Your dad likes pain,” I told Ryan. “That should bode well when you fuck his ass.” I took Pastor Kline’s cock in my mouth and tasted his precum, savoring the flavor. “Now, for the younger Kline’s baby batter.” I moved down to Ryan’s cock and tasted his precum, taking his balls and squeezing. “Fuck,” Ryan moaned, his cock oozing more precum. “Seems like you’re like your father after all,” I said, releasing his balls. “You like pain, too. That’ll work well once you get my cock up your ass.” “How do we taste?” Pastor Kline asked. I licked my lips. “Pretty close,” I said, smiling. “Though,” I continued, reaching out and grabbing Pastor Kline’s limp dick, “yours does have a certain… tang about it.” “Like yours?” he said, winking at me. “Should we get to work changing my son’s cum, giving him that same tang?” “I think we’re ready to go,” I said. “Ready to poz up?” “More than ready,” Ryan said. Pastor Kline climbed onto the bed, lying on his back and lifting his legs up to his shoulders. He reached down and spread his cheeks, revealing his hole. “Ready to fill up your old man?” he asked Ryan. “I’m more than ready,” Ryan said, slowly climbing onto the bed. He hesitated for a moment, looking back at me. “Bend down and eat his ass first,” I told him. “It’ll open him up. Plus, your dad likes it.” “Don’t hold back,” Pastor Kline said. “Open your dad up. Go where no son has gone before.” Ryan lied down on the bed, crawling up between his father’s legs, his face inches from his father’s hole. I could see that he was hesitant, but after looking back at my cock, he licked his lips and dived into his dad’s hole. “Fuck, Ryan,” Pastor Kline moaned, one hand reaching down and grabbing his son’s head, pulling him in deeper. “Get deep in my ass.” I watched as Ryan’s body humped the bed, his head moving further into his father’s ass. His nose and mouth were digging deep into his father’s hole, opening him up and leaving a slobbery trail ready for his cock. I stood behind them, kneeling down and grabbing Ryan’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart, revealing his virgin hole. I stuck my finger into my mouth and shoved it into his ass. “Fuck,” Ryan shouted, looking back at me, face moist from his father’s ass sweat and his own saliva. “I’ve got to open you up,” I said. “I thought that’s why I sucked your dick.” I twisted my finger, shoving another in. “Opening up your insides,” I told him. “If you want to poz, we’ve got to get into your bloodstream. This gives my dick a head start.” “Hurts like hell.” “That’s the point,” I said, fitting a third inside. Ryan returned to his father’s hole, a fourth finger entering Ryan. We worked each other for several minutes until Pastor Kline’s hole was open for his son and Ryan’s hole showed streaks of blood on my fingers. We were all ready to go. “You enter first,” I told Ryan, crawling behind him and whispering into his ear. “Don’t be gentle. Your dad likes to be fucked hard and rough.” “I’ll do my best,” Ryan said. “Give it to me, Son,” Pastor Kline said, opening his ass again. Ryan crawled up between his father’s legs, moving into the usual missionary style. He grabbed his dick and slowly pushed into Pastor Kline’s hole, his eyes closed and face contorted in ecstasy. “You’re so big, Ryan,” Pastor Kline moaned, looking up into his son’s face. He reached a hand up and wrapped it around the back of his son’s neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. Ryan bottomed out after slowly pushing into his father’s hole and then slowly pulled out, creating an easy rhythm. “Let’s get this going,” I said, crawling up behind Ryan. I spit on my cock and pulled Ryan’s ass open, moving my dick until it was aiming at his hole. “Are you ready to lose your anal virginity?” “Fuck me hard,” Ryan said, looking back at me, his father’s hand still caressing his son’s face. “Poz him, Will,” Pator Kline said. “Poz my boy’s hole.” “With pleasure,” I said, shoving my dick into Ryan’s ass. “FUCK!” Ryan screamed, his body lifting off his father’s, back arching, head thrown back. Pastor Kline reached up and grabbed his son’s arms, holding him inside his body. “Take the pain,” Pastor Kline said. “Feel it shaking your body. Let it fill you.” “It hurts!” “It has to,” Pastor Kline told him. “He needs to tear open your hole if you want to be one of us.” “Isn’t that what you want?” I asked, reaching around and grabbing Ryan’s neck, feeling his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Don’t you want to become one of us?” “Yes,” Ryan managed, his body covered in sweat. “Now, you set the pace,” I told him. “Fuck my cock my fucking your father’s ass.” It took Ryan a second to manage through the pain, but he started his rhythm again, sliding up and down my cock while fucking his father’s hole. “God,” Ryan moaned. “This is incredible.” As Ryan pushed back on my, and pushed forward, finding the right spot. Ryan cried out, body shaking. “That’s your prostate,” I told him. “That’s what I wanted to find. That’s what’s gonna make you blow your thick load of Kline cum deep into your father’s ass.” I thrusted again, causing Ryan to moan once more. “That’s right,” Pastor Kline said. “Make my boy feel good.” “I will,” I said, picking up my pace, forcing Ryan to fuck his father harder. The smell of sweat and cum filled the room. With every invasion into Ryan’s ass, he cried out, not only from the pain but also the pleasure of my cock hitting his prostate but also his cock throbbing inside his father’s ass. “I’m… I’m gonna…” Ryan tried to speak, his chest heaving as he moved between us, overstimulating his body. “Do it,” Pastor Kline cried, his own cock leaking his toxic cum without it being touched. “Fill me, Son. Fuck me up with your cum. Knock me up with my grandchildren!” “Fuck,” Ryan cried, slamming forward, body shaking as he unloaded into his father’s ass. "Fucking fill me," Pastor Kline moaned, his cock shooting out his own toxic cum, his cock still limp, his hole giving him pleasure. “Fuck, yeah,” I said, holding Ryan’s body close and fucking him harder, hitting his prostate and milking his neg load out into his father's hole. I could feel my body tensing, my balls rising up, cum ready to shoot. “Are you ready to be pozzed?” I whispered. “Are you ready for us to claim your hole?” “Take me,” Ryan cried, head turning and kissing me deep. “You’ve got it,” I said, slamming into his hole and cumming deep inside, my toxic cum filling his ruined hole. Ryan fell forward, his body exhausted from the stimulation. I pulled out and crawled off the bed, helping Ryan pull his shrinking cock out of his father's ass. It plopped out, his cum leaking out. I scooped some up and licked it up, savoring the taste. I then scooped up Pastor Kline's cum and tasted it. "Well," Pastor Kline asked. "Tastes the same," I told them. "Again, Ryan is missing the tang." "Don't worry," Ryan said. "I'll be upgrading the flavor soon." _________________________________________________________________________________________ I know there have been long stretches between sections, but I'm expecting to be writing more consistently soon. Probably within the next two weeks.

Damm you just got me hot reading that! 🔥

When I first started having sex with guys I a avoided black guys. Only wanted guys who looked a lot like me. But once at a party in DC got sucked off by a cute black guy with guys watching. Then a few years later at some sex parties played with a skinny hot black guy a few times. Always bare but he never shot in me. Than at another party at the same house had this very sexy black guy with dreadlocks play with me, but again did not get his load(his boyfriend was there and that was apparently not allowed). Finally at the party after that I sucked an amazing BBC and asked him to fuck me. He had already cum so told me maybe later. Much later in the evening saw him again and he asked if I was still interested. Immediately said let's go and headed for the garage where the slings were. Halfway there I stopped and told him I wanted him to cum in me bareback. Up to that time no one ever had. That was my very first load. It was late and only one other couple was still in the garage fucking. They finished first and came over and watched him breed me and come in me. Since then I have to admit to having a bit of a weakness for black guys. Maybe as an earlier comment said the [banned word] nature is a turn on, maybe it's the contrasting skin colors. No idea of why, and I am not exclusively looking for them. But freely admit I find them very appealing and definitely want more especially when I am in a sling.

I am doing this now. I chose a mature female to do it to. Agreed on the terms and we are happily changing. Yes I had to change my workout routine as well.

firstly, the feeling of being stretched as my hole accommodates his cock (fyi, width is better than depth, at least for me). and then feeling him explode inside me. i want the load.

I luv to top and breed with other men (and occasionally women), but nothing makes me bend over and open up faster than a BBC stud (and a bottle of poppers!). I've had 5 or 6 regular BBC pals over the years and have been mounted by another dozen in one-off hook-ups. Except for 2 they've all ranged from 8-11 thick inches. And, they have all been into ass--- and really gotten into kissing it, licking it, tongue fucking it, working it with their fingers, sometimes felching it, always plowing it long and deep and breeding it (sometimes multiple times).... I've personally never met a black man who wasn't enthusiastic about sex. I think I'll set a goal of being topped by one new BBC each month this year

I am firmly in the court of having enjoyed being with a good number of black men. I agree, the concept of "BBC" is very real in many cases, it is not just those amazing cocks that I enjoy. I like the guys those cocks are attached to as well. I love the site of black skin on white skin. I have found many more black guys have a "what the hell, lets fuck" attitude rather than the picky, prissy, bitchy ways of what seems to be a higher percentage of non-blacks. First guy I ever lived with BLACK (he is poz now, we still get together 22 years after we lived together) First guy I ever did in a bath BLACK (The Works in Indy) First non-American cock BLACK (guy from Uganda, my dad's grad student and still the most amazing skin color ever) First 10" or bigger cock BLACK (in a old school pron theater in downtown Akron) Second POZ guy to fuck me BLACK (years ago, before chasing) First POZ cock of my chase BLACK (was a guy I knew, and he had offered POZ cum for years) 70 percent of the loads of chase BLACK (they hooked me up with each other) 66% of guys in week i got pozzed BLACK (80% of the dick that week came from one amazing guy....and I believe he did the job..BLACK) Cuban Strain Partner BLACK (Cuban, but considered himself black) Last 3 loads I have taken BLACK (One theatre/random, one booty call I answered, one dinner/date with long time friend) I am sure there are more milestones, but these come to mind. Not only have these guys given me some amazing sex (and likely the bug) but many have been just very interesting fun guys. A good number on that list are still among my friends and FBs. Do not take this wrong, I am not black exclusive, I will ride any cock any time. But, I seem to connect to these guys. I also have had a few racists who would not drill me when the figured out I liked both black and white meat. I figure that says way more about them then it does me. I have to brag about about the booty call I answered on Saturday. Haitian guy, great skin color, 9 inches---and with that amazing deep curve that insure the prostrate is massaged "just right". Said he had a 7 day load, and it took almost 40 minutes of hard ass fucking to coax it out. A quick ATM recharged him and he hammered for 30 minutes before giving up load two. Men, there seem to be many fewer white guys who can fuck that hard that long....at least in my experience. Cock is like food....you probably do not want to eat the same meal daily (no matter how good). If you have not tried a man of color, it does add a wonderful variety to your fuck life. But more than that, take time to get to know the guy(s). If you are like me, your life will be better with a more diverse group of buds.