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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"

This happened just a couple hours ago. I woke up early and couldn't go back to sleep. Everyone else was asleep in the house. I decided to hope on Grindr just to see who was on there that time of the morning. I got hit up immediately by a faceless profile with the title Looking. No stats no pics. He asked for a pic and I sent him one of my ass just after it had been loaded. He asked where is was and I told home but can't host and if he had a dick pic. He sent one of a beautiful black cock. Probably 8inches. He then asked me to come to the tennis courts and I told him I needed to clean out. He said he didn't care to just come and he would have something to clean up if needed. (Luckily didn't need it). I'm sneaking out the house at 5am to get dick now. I'm texting while driving and ask him his status since he didn't have it listed. He's says neg and he's going in bare cause he doesn't have a condom which is cool with me, that's how I wanted it. I get there and it's still dark. He says hes on his way and to go into the restroom and wait for me. Now I've never done it here before and worried a little but my horniness takes over and I just wait. He finally gets there and dips into the dark bathroom with me. I drop to me knees to suck him hard but he says it's not necessary. I pulled the back of the shorts down and bent over the sink and took a hit of poppers. He spits on his dick and rubs some on my hole. He hits the mark and goes in deep and omg it was heaven. He starts pumping and says fuck yeah, this is good ass. He's pumping away and I'm moaning and telling him to breed me. He picks up the pace and drives deep and I feel his dick pulse. He pulls out and says sorry for it not being longer and I tell him it's cool, felt great. We sneak out the dark bathroom and he asks me if I'm cool and I say yeah and head to my car. I'm sitting there a moment and he messages me telling me thank you. It took all over 5 mins start to finish but damn I glad I did it.

Chapter 65: Who's Your Daddy Part 3 Before I could say a word, the stranger planted his lips on mine, for a good five minutes. I pulled away and said dad. Yes it was my real dad that had just planted his seed in me. My real dad said yes son. I still love you, even though you are a part of someone else now. I started crying. I wasn't angry or sad, but joyfull. I positioned myself between my 2 dads, and we passionately kissed each other as they dried the tears from my eyes. My real dad started by saying that he was happy for me and my step dad, yet envied him for being the one to convert me. My real dad said he had always had a special connection with me, but the timing just wasn't right. With the pending divorce and my just starting to discover M2M sex. My real dad said that even so he still loved me and would still be a part of my life, along with my step dad. My real dad then said in more ways than one, and got up turning around to reveal a biohazard tat on his ass cheek. He explained that my step dad and he were fuck buds, and that he had been kept in the loop the entire time. He added that he and my step dad had long conversations about meeting today, and that it was my step dad that suggested he go on a med break, and share their toxic seed with their son. My step dad then said it was time to share more of his seed with me, and told me to ride his cock, facing him. Of course I jumped right on him. It wasn't long before my step dad asked my real dad to join us. My step dad said I could handle it, as I'd taken on the twins already. Dad said he was impressed, but angry he didn't know that. My step dad just said now you do, and get in our sons ass and let's fuck him good! I've had the twins bigger cocks in me at the same time, but this was an entirely different situation. Knowing both of my dad's were fucking me. Them feeling their toxic cocks rubbing against each other. Knowing that my real dad had hoped to poz me, but not mad at my step dad for doing so. The fucking was quite furious, and I could feel both their cocks starting to pulse and release their seed in me. I don't know if they came at the same time, but if not it was pretty close. Once my real dad pulled his cock out of me, their loads oozed out of my hole as I shot my load on my step dads face and chest. My step dad pulled out, and I greedily licked their loads from the soaking cum covered sheets. My step dad said kiss me son, and I said you already got my load, I'm sharing this with my real dad, who said fair is fair. My step dad suggested we head to my room to continue our fun. He suggested we slip into our swimwear and grab our beach towels and if mom came back early, we could say we were at the pool.

I was in a tearoom on a business trip last year that was totally insane. At one point one of the cleaners came in and stood watching the action, didn't participate but didn't do anything to stop. One of the players was full on jacking his huge uncut cock in view of the guy too.

This brought back memories of the main university library where I went. The marble steps went down to the lowest level where there was nothing but a mens bathroom where you could hear the echoing of footsteps before the heavy door opened. Its reputation was well known. I never quite understood why there wasn’t a women’s down there.

I've read around on this site for a little while now, wanted to join and share some of my own experiences and how I got into bareback sex. I'm a 32 year old male, I live in the North West UK and I've been with guys since around the age of 22. Had my fair share of sex, with regular fuck buddies and also anonymous 1 off meets, but I'd always been a safe only guy, always using condoms. Last August during the Bank Holiday, I'd decided to give myself a much earned break and booked a hotel in blackpool for 2 nights so I could have some 'me' time in one of the saunas for the weekend. I've been to the sauna in blackpool numerous times and I was hoping it would be nice and busy for the Bank Holiday and I could unwind and get used by some anonymous guys for a couple of days. I arrived on the Saturday and checked into my hotel and hit the sauna straight away and luckily enough I was able to get a weekend pass so I could go as often as I wanted. On the Saturday, I went there over 2 separate spells between 1pm - 3:30pm and then again between 6pm - 8pm and I was glad to see a fair few men there. Lots of variety and plenty of guys looking for fun, I spent my time on the Saturday in the gloryholes giving guys head and swallowing numerous loads, as well as letting a few guys fuck me if they used condoms. I went back to my hotel feeling fully satisfied and I was looking forward to the following day, hoping it would be just as busy! After walking down the sea front for a little while I went back to the sauna again about 12pm on the Sunday and it was a lot busier than the previous day and a fair few of the older daddy type tops were there too which is my absolute favourite. After giving a few guys blow jobs in the gloryholes, I got chatting to a guy whilst in the hot tub and he'd asked about going to one of the booths together so I happily accepted. He was in his mid - late 40's, grayish hair, dad body (oh my god I love proper daddy types lol) and was about 7 inches or so. We went to one of the booths and we kissed for a little bit before he started to eat my arse and finger me for a little while. He was very, very good with his tongue and I wanted to make sure he was enjoying himself so I made sure to sit on his face whilst I was giving him head. His dick wasn't massive, but his pre cum tasted so damn good and he had some very heavy and full balls that he needed to unload. I lay on my back and opened my legs and he started to position himself to enter me, I grabbed a condom and he told me 'I don't like using them, they are a dick killer for me'. I replied I only play safe and he took it quite well and allowed me to put the condom on him and he slid inside me, slowly fucking me whilst we kissed. As he started to fuck me deeper and I moaned louder, he started to get quite verbal himself telling me how good my arse felt, that he'd love to feel me raw and how I should be bred exactly as he intended. I just carried on kissing him and asking him to fuck me harder but hearing him be so verbal about wanting me raw for some reason was really turning me on. I decided to get on all fours and let him fuck me from behind and the booth we were in had a TV monitor on, with a guy also on all four's, but begging for the guy in the video to fill his arse with cum. In the heat of the moment I found myself also really wanting this random man to cum in me, he started to fuck me from behind and he told me again how good my arse felt and after remembering what he said about condoms, I asked him 'would you get even harder if you didn't have that dick killer on?'. He pulled out of me and said 'Too fucking right it would, raw is better and you know you want it', and he then leant down and playfully bit my arse cheek. I was all caught up in just being ridiculously horny and taking a little inspiration from the porn on the TV monitor, I reached between my legs to feel for his dick and I peeled off the condom for him and threw it to the side. I started to shake my arse for him and he let out a 'hmmmm you filthy little boy' and I guided his dick back inside me. In that moment, I was legitimately shocked at how different bareback felt, skin on skin felt so much better and as he pushed himself inside me, asking me if I wanted him to breed me. My inner whore came out and begged for him to fill my arse up with every last drop and he started to pick up the pace and I was throwing my arse back on his dick like my life depended on it. Whilst all this was happening, I was getting hit with thoughts of finally taking bareback dick, whilst also having no clue if he was clean or not and with him continuing to be verbal about breeding me, I found myself craving his cum and giving 0 fucks about the consequence. It didn't take long for him to bury his dick deep in my arse and he moaned so damn loud and I could feel his dick twitching and shooting his cum up my arse. Instinctively, I found myself saying 'breed me daddy, fill my arse with your cum, put it as deep inside of me as you can'. Once he'd come, I wanted to clean his dick off (I'd never done arse to mouth, found out I really like it lol) and he gave me a kiss before leaving the room. I got back to my hotel later that afternoon to take a nap and that was when some of the worries started to settle in, but it didn't last long as I felt so excited about finally getting barebacked and it feels so fucking good. Since then, I've been much more relaxed with condoms, I don't ask guys to use them and unless they bring it up, I take it raw and can honestly say it's been the best decision I've made!

Does anyone else get turned off by condoms in porn? I’m sure this has been discussed before but it’s just such a turn off for me. I can be hard at and about to nut and all of a sudden I see a condom and I go limp. It’s an automatic turn off for me. Anyone else have the same opinion?

I’ve been doing anon pump and dump scenarios periodically over the last 10 years across mostly Canada and occasionally the US as both a top and bottom and I thought that I’d draft a guide document for anyone thinking of organizing it to be a cumdump bottom for the first time. Hope this helps and let me know if I’ve forgotten anything. Checklist of main things to pack (not exhaustive): Change of clothes Lube (I prefer vaseline as the main lubricator- cheap and will keep your hole operational the entire night and in addition, a small sized silicone lube placed on the bed where the top can spot it in low lighting. I prefer small sizes because I’ve had a top be way too excessive with the lube. Totally wasteful and messy) Condoms (obviously not our preference but I’ve found having it explicitly stated as an option in your ad raises your response rate substantially. You can always request them to cum on your hole afterwards or get the load out of the used condom afterwards. I’ve had some hot straight guys that will only do safe. Best not to restrict your options imo) Jockstraps (I bring spares because when one is soaked with cum and cold and clammy it’s a bit uncomfortable) Poppers (make sure the tops dont steal it afterward. I like the european ones that have the evaporation resistant caps so the poppers stay strong and avoids spillage which has happened to me before due to clumsiness and not being able to see) glasses/ contact case and solution (hotel rooms are dry and my eyes dry out after a couple fucks) Blindfold (the first few times I did it I cheated and used a see through blindfold (amazon) because I was scared that something would happen. But now I do it properly using a cheapie I think I got from dollar store - more of an immersive experience and I think the really paranoid discrete ones are more comfortable with a heightened level of anonymity. This is optional for some people depending on their comfort level I think. I don’t recommend going for any kinky mask or gear or hood etc without clearing it with your respondent first. I remember showing up as an anon top to a hotel room and the btm was decked out in gear. I would normally be ok with it but was just surprised and kinda pissed that he didnt at least give me a heads up. Laptop and hdmi cord (if you plan to play porn as an ambience. Personally when topping I’ve found the porn volume to be distracting if too loud and was a little nervous the neighbors would hear. Also you might not want to pull out anything too kinky. Alot of the respondents are straight and/or new to gay sex. They’re delicate - don’t weird em out before you get their load) Water (stay hydrated. Try to avoid eating though and absolutely no coffee unless you want to spend another 45 min douching) Phone charger Anything you need for comfort or to keep you entertained during your downtime when you’re waiting for the next guy Any cosmetic or bathroom items that you might need Duck tape (I use this to keep the door from locking. More sustainable than using the door latch which I’ve found some tops reset) Cap, optional (I like the sporty look.. Plus added bonus of keeping the tops from grabbing your hair if they make you suck their dick) Mouthwash (some guys will surprise you with unexpected kissing and cuddling so best have good breath in preparation for that. I personally love it when blindfolded - really heightens the experience without having the person’s attractiveness bias your state of mind.) Bottle douche or small plastic bottle of water Plastic bag (to put all your gross stuff in when you’re done) Any party drugs that you might use, a cumdump session is a good time for them (I guess kinda controversial but it makes it funner. Dont go overboard as you still want to retain the ability to react if the top starts to do sketchy shit like try and steal from you or be overly rough or something. I’ve never had any major problems like stealing etc. but I’ve had one guy be overly rough with a thick 8 incher - honestly not cool at all even with poppers and makes subsequent fucks less enjoyable and less accessible as the muscles tighten up. Since then it’s something that I keep in mind. Honestly, having a clear mind is much more enjoyable for me in my experience than say getting drunk before doing it. One of the cool things about anon is your heightened sense of awareness as you hear the top open the door, hear his belt buckle and his zip and feeling his body warmth before feeling his cock. It’s fun) Tips: Location is very important - don’t just choose a hotel/motel carelessly. I think tops are more likely to travel to you if it’s close by so pick somewhere densely populated. One time I picked a hotel that was right beside a truck stop rest area and got a good bit of trucker loads. Certain hotels have put in curfews due to covid where you need your room key to enter the front entrance. This sucks but is generally restricted to 3.5/4+ star hotels. A huge chunk of your respondents are discrete and some of them are next level paranoid. I’ve had guys cancel because the room location required that they pass through the lobby as opposed to being accessible from the parking lot. I personally use super 8 or travelodge if the location is ok because of parking lot access, price and I think they are less likely to react if they notice guys showing up . I’ve found the best rates to be on hotwire. I don't think it's a good idea to use your home as an anon pump n dump location. Although you're saving money, I think you risk theft of your possessions and revealing your identity to someone you may know or who may use this information against you. Not worth it. Call ahead (like the morning of) and request early check in. If they have clean rooms most will be ok with it. I’ve gotten in as early as 10 am (normal check in is 3pm) before. The more time you have the more loads you can get. Scheduling has never kinda worked for me. I think a reasonable standard allotment would be a 30 min interval. Most guys cum quick- like 5 min or less. I’ve found that being open about possible overlaps is preferable than having them be surprised. Remember, some of them are delicate - they will flee at the first sign of something not going according to plan. Douching needs to be done exhaustively until the juices run clear. Remember that you’re planning to get fucked for a long time frame so make sure you do it properly. I use a hose attachment that connects to my shower fixture( you can find it on amazon). Unfortunately, most hotels’ shower fixture can’t attach to it so you need a separate bottle douche or if you’re ghetto like me use a bottle of water (thin plastic is easier). Try to watch your diet the day before - keep it minimal and no coffee and no fatty foods. Avoid eating during your cumdump hours Obviously use a throwaway email account. Protect your identity and dont have your name anywhere. If you’re doing this locally, use a different grindr account. The last thing you want to do is hurt your normal hookup chances because the guys in your area now know you’re into anon cumdumping. In fact, it might be better to just head out of town and slut it up where no one knows you or could somehow recognize you. Most guys will be fine but a small set of guys will be troublesome. Occasionally you may come across tops that takes a wayyy too long a time to cum (imo 1hr+ cuz they want to edge and didnt bring it up beforehand is unacceptable), or that try to hang around and watch without asking (yes, very creepy), or that just can’t get it up at all (it happens, no judgement, but sucks from a sex point of view), or that completely ditch the concept of a pump n dump and start doing everything from massages to small talk to whatever (breeding is #1 priority!). This point might be controversial because I think some bottoms might take submissiveness to the extreme and just allow the top to do whatever but I feel like this approach can definitely screw up your plans for the day. The way I approach these scenarios is to be polite but clearly communicate that I’m not comfortable with this or that and if things really cant get back on track, then I suggest that maybe things arent working well today and maybe we should just call it off or take a break or something. Don’t be judgemental or critical - it might not be their fault or they didn’t understand the scenario or something. Be mindful that you are after all in a room alone with a stranger. Be kind but communicate clearly if you’re uncomfortable. Secure your valuables. Ideally the room has a safe. If it doesn’t, might be better to keep your wallet etc in the car than risk the chance of being exposed to theft. Keep any stuff that needs to be in the room hidden to minimize temptation. Just in case Example Ad template: Obviously, your ad is super important. Your goal is to maximize the number of loads you can get and you want to communicate your expectations as clearly as possible. Definitely include a picture as it will hugely affect your response rate. Spend some time to try and get a good butt shot that hopefully will pass through doublelist and locanto’s restrictions. I personally like natural lighting and an angle that makes your butt look as big as possible.I have no idea what their criteria is. I’ve had some butt pics pass but be rejected in a later ad and vice versa. Remember to renew your ads and repost them on the day. The majority of my respondent demographic has always been guys in their 40s to 50s, some married. So imo it makes sense to renew after standard work hours when they’re likely to be home and have free time. Make sure that all your stats and details are correct. I think many guys when browsing will be suspicious of fake ads so try and aim to be clear so there is no misunderstanding. Craigslist was by far the best platform for this kind of thing but y’know rip. I use squirt message boards, doublelist, locanto, bbrt and grindr. Takes some micromanaging but the more you can distribute your ad the higher the rate will be. Though understandably you may have preferences on the kinds of guys you want showing up, consider that 1) you wont see them anyways, you’ll just feel their dick if they stick to the standard pump n dump expectation 2) the majority of guys wont show up so you might not want to be too picky. I personally still request basic stats (though most will send in the first email) just because it’s nice to visualize when getting fucked by him and helps me kinda keep track of my fucks for the day. A template of one I used this past weekend is below. Other examples can be found in the cumdump poppers trainer video (google it). I posted an initial one 2 weeks before the date I was kinda aiming for to get an idea if anyone would be interested before committing to booking and setting a date. I then edited it the Friday of the weekend to include the date and location and either refreshed it or just posted a new ad. I got a decent response rate but I think there’s room for improvement. Just my speculation but I think certain key words in your ad might help or hinder you depending on the culture of your area eg cumdump, loads, pump n dump. Calgary kinda sucks for this kind of thing anyway. My largest response rate has been in Seattle so far. Pride week especially in whatever city is also a great time. Most guys regardless of city will not follow through, maybe 10-20% on an average session will legit show up. Saturdays or public holidays are good days to set up — Hoping to organize an anonymous pump and dump scenario at my hotel room. Me: <insert your stats> Scenario: The door will be left propped open. When you come in, the room will be dark and quiet and I'll be naked ass up face down blindfolded and in a jockstrap. Lube and condoms (optional) will be to the side of the bed. Pull your cock out, use my ass to bust a load, then zip up and head out. No strings, no complications, no bs. Just straightforward easy and convenient fucking. Completely discrete. I haven't set a date or location yet - just trying to get an idea if anyone would be interested. Serious only. Feel free to ask if you have any questions. — Overall, if you’re new to anon fun and thinking of trying it, I say take the plunge and go for it. It’s a different experience from a normal hookup and one major advantage is that a surprising number of hot (based on cock/body pic and when I used to cheat with my blindfold) straight/bi (unconfirmed) discrete guys will show up for this. It definitely helps though to do a bit of planning or think some things through beforehand.

As a top who frequents cum dumps and prefers them I appreciate all of the work and second what was said. The anon vice, easy access, and tons of loads from strangers in a random warm home really make it all with it.

Yea...I like it when they say, "Just let me put the tip in."

Hell yes. Pozed in 84. And there s shit load of us. And i mean 100k and more. That's the real dirty secret that no one wants to talk about, the fact that so many of us survived, which damper the dramaqueen need for drama

Although I grew up with an affinity for rainbows and putting on shows, I never made the connection to gay shit until I was much older. But I distinctly remember when I decided I liked boys. In junior high, I had different classes all over my school, enabling me to see many other people during the day. (As a sidenote, I was in the same school as my younger sister for two years and we almost NEVER saw each other there.) And there was this boy with beautiful sandy blond hair. It just flowed freely off his scalp, and he had a sweet face. I called him Evan, but we didn't have any classes together. Passing him in the hall between 3rd and 4th period was a highlight of my school day, he was just so nice to look at. Then one day it hit me that I had a crush. I wanted to talk to Evan, but it would be so brief and so random that I didn't find the words. I was 12 - what the hell did I know about cruising? And of course I didn't ever talk to him, and then he was just gone one day. Didn't see him again. I couldn't exactly make inquiries because I didn't have a name and it would draw unwanted attention. But I had discovered I liked boys, and not girls, and when I took to jerking off at that age, I imagined what I remembered of Evan's face. And it terrified me. I had always been "different", but this wasn't "natural". I kept such thoughts and feelings to myself for next few years until I figured out what it all meant.

I try not to discuss HIV with guys from the 80’s. It’s like talking war with someone that has been in combat. I am glad I converted when I did.

As you know, usually I bottom - but if faced like a sight such as this ...🐷 LOVE the set-up, BTW

About 4 days ago I contacted one of the moderators and got a response right away about the chat being down. He doesn’t use it much and so did not notice anything unusual. His response was that it was down for him as well, after he checked it out. So I figured it was now brought to the attention of the moderators at least. In my opinion, from experience with my own questions, the moderators and even rawTOP, himself on one occasion, do respond right away to questions. They may not know exactly the reason for a technical glitch, but they are on the mark for responding to queries. I think the old adage ‘patience is a virtue’ should be exercised when dealing with a website that none of us pay for. Sorry to now hear that rawTOP is unwell and in hospital. Best wishes for a speedy recovery.

I agree with you. I've heard this "total bottoms are selfish" argument before too. People like what they like. I can make the argument that tops are selfish because they don't want to do the prep work required to be a power bottom. They just show up, pull they dick out pump, nut & bolt. Easy peasy.

Once he’d composed himself, I excused myself to grab some snacks and more beers. When I came back, he was sat leafing through a ‘male art photography’ book. He slammed it closed as soon as he saw me, “Err… Sorry, John…” “No need to be sorry. Look at anything you want,” I said, putting the tray of snacks and cans on the side table. I sat next to him, “Did you like the pictures in that book?” “Well… They’re good pictures… But, erm… Do men really do those things?” I knew exactly what he was asking – the images in the book went rapidly from nudes, to shots of oral, anal and rimming – but gave him a hammy confused look. “Like… Do you let men put their wi… cock in your mouth? Do they lick your bottom?” His cock twitched a little with each thought and his eyes betrayed him. I gave him my best matter-of-fact look, “Well, yes, Dan. I suck cock, fuck and rim arse, and vice versa.” He stared at me in what seemed like awed disbelief, unconsciously licking his lips and fingering his shaft. “Does it upset you, me talking like that?” He shook his head a little bashfully, mumbling some kind of catechism under his breath. “Look, you can get dressed and go home whenever you like. I won’t be offended.” “Oh, no, Mr… John. I just don’t know how to talk about this.” His eyes kept flicking down to my hard-on, which was now glistening with precum, but nowhere near what he was producing. It was literally running down his shaft. “That’s OK. Let’s have some snacks and just chat.” And so we did. I steered the conversation to his college plans while we ate and he became more relaxed and talkative. After food, We started on our second beer and I lit another spliff. After he’d had a couple of tokes, he started to get a little agitated again, “Erm…” he seemed to choke on his words. “Just say whatever you want. You won’t shock me, and I won’t mock you for getting it wrong.” “It’s just…” I fixed his eyes with mine, reaching out to run the back of my hand over his chest and belly until gently gripping his shaft. “You can tell me to stop anytime.” He grunted his assent. I released his cock to start stroking his thighs and tickling his balls. I knew I had to take it easy or he’d blow his load in moments and who knows how he’d react to that if I hadn’t got him relaxed again. I moved in closer to whisper, “I’m glad you aren’t wearing body spray. Men smell much better when they’re natural.” Then I kissed his neck, down to his shoulder and across his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples. Each touch elicited a light moan, and I could feel him relaxing with each new sensation. By now, he was lying back on the beanbag and I gently lifted his left arm, taking a deep hit of him before kissing then licking his pit. “Oohhh!…” His cock pulsed against my belly and his head fell back. I lapped at his sweat, covering my face in his scent, until I felt his hand on the back of my head. He inexpertly guided me across to his other pit, and I made sure to graze my chin stubble across his nipples on the way. After a few minutes savouring him, I pulled away a little and moved in to kiss him. He tensed at first, not knowing what to do, but soon enough opened to me and we exchanged a deep kiss. Now he was relaxed in the zone he was a natural. I broke the kiss and looked deep into his eyes, “I’m going to suck your cock, now. OK?” His eyes widened and glinted. He just nodded. I kissed my way down his chest, over his belly to his leg and that wonderful crease between his thigh and ballsack. I lapped all around his thighs and balls, taking each into my mouth as I passed. Then licked up the length of his shaft until I could get my tongue into the lake of precum crowning over his foreskin. Then licking under the ʼskin, over the head, pushing his ʼskin back, and taking the knob in my mouth. I slowly took him further into my mouth, giving the full tongue treatment over his head and shaft, until I had him poking at my throat. Not wanting to spook him, I started pulling back, only to repeat the process, and again, and again… A little further each time. Is it wrong that hearing him mumble his catechism made me crave his cock even more? It wasn’t too long before I had my chin pressed hard against his balls, and I flexed my throat around him before pulling back to dive back down again. His muttering was getting more earnest – I took it as a sign he was going to cum – and he grabbed my head and yanked me off him. He was staring down at me looking worried, “You… You’ve got to stop… I… I’m… I think I’m going to pee.” The thought seemed to horrify him. I smiled at him, “You’re not going to pee, Dan. Don’t worry.” I went straight down on him again, his hands still on my head, and started long-sucking and tonguing his shaft while stroking his balls which had nearly disappeared back inside. It took maybe 20 seconds before, “AARRGGHH!” and he started shaking bodily, his hands falling from my head as the first spurt of cum splashed from his head between my lips to the back of my throat. The force of the jet made me cough, and his cock twitched so strongly he popped out of my mouth. The second spurt hit me square in the face. A third fountained into the air to splatter over both of us. His cock slapped his belly as the fourth laid a trail from his face to his navel. I lifted his cock, taking his fifth jet on my face before getting my mouth round him. Ready for the sixth pulse, I used it to lube him into my throat, taking jets seven and eight before pulling back to taste nine and ten before sitting up to look at him. He was still juddering, as if fitting, breathlessly reciting, and pumping cum onto his belly. There were four or five weaker spurts before his cock started slackening and the last of his load oozed from the tip. He was lying out, head back eyes close, mouth open. An almost angelic look of satisfaction on his face.

Yesterday afternoon it was a beautiful sunny day not exactly warm, but a beautiful day nonetheless. I was crazy horny and had been thinking about cock all day. I needed to find some dick, so I fired up Sniffies and started looking at the cruisy park near my house. I saw a little bit of action going on there so I decided to drive down and walk the trail some hoping to get my ass fucked but if I strike out it still was a beautiful day to be outside. I drove to the park, parked my car, and got out and headed for the trail. I have been walking maybe 15 minutes when I got to one of the very discreet cruising areas. I went off the trail to check out the spot and when I got there to my surprise, there was a boy sitting on a rock looking very sus. I was really taken back because I never see boys his age when I’m out cruising. He was wearing running pants and a hoodie, but the hood was down and I could see he had beautiful, long, blonde hair that came to his shoulders. He probably weighed 110 pounds, and would fit every definition of twink. As I walk towards him, he blurted out awkwardly “you looking“ which surprised the hell out of me, and I started looking around for a cop or a camera or something but there was nothing. I responded “yes I am“. Again, I was shocked because this is normally not how this kind of thing goes down. It was apparently obvious that cruising was brand new to him. After I responded, again bluntly he asked “do you top” which gave me pause for a second but situations like this don’t come around often, so I was like “I sure do“ and it was easy to see that he was excited and nervous at the same time. I walked over to him and took one last look around and pulled my cock out over my waistband and shook it at him. He immediately dropped to his knees and started sucking my flaccid cock. He was so beautiful and so eager that my cock swelled to rockhard in no time at all. My cock is pretty big and he was definitely struggling with it a little bit because he kept trying to deep throat it, but eventually he gave up on that. He stood up, pulled his pants and underwear down and leaned against a tree. He asked me if I had a condom to which I responded no. He paused for a second and said “are you clean?”. I wasn’t going to lie to the boy so I replied “I have no idea” and he responded “ummm, ok”. I pulled out my little bottle of lube and dripped it on my dick. I also put some on my fingers because his pink hole was dry. I worked in two fingers which slipped in fairly easily and moved them in and out. He was moaning as I moved my fingers which got me pretty excited. I noticed that his anus definitely had seen some action at some point, because in between the beautiful pink spokes of his hole there looked to be a scar from tearing I would assume. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful young hole. I took my cock and rubbed it up and down his hole a few times and then eased it in with very little effort. As soon as I pushed my cock in all the way to the root I was surprised by how tight he felt. Being that my fingers slid in so easily, and it didn’t take a lot of effort to mount him he felt surprisingly tight. I started off slow, but I was giving him every inch of my cock and he was moaning with each slow push. It literally was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen the way his pink hole gripped my penis on the out stroke. It was almost like he was prolapsing a little bit but it was fucking hot. Just the way his anus was gripping my cock got me really excited so I held his hips tightly and really started to fuck this boy good. He was getting a little loud and because I was fucking him hard. You could hear the slapping sound kinda echoing in the woods and I got a little worried that someone might hear us. Fortunately, I was still thinking with my cock, so I ignored any worry I had. It didn’t take long and I was just about over the edge when he said “fuck me daddy, am I a good boy?“ and that was it for me. I started pumping multiple days worth of cum deep in this boys guts After I could feel the pumping stop, I pulled out and spread his cheeks with my hands. I watched as huge drops of my thick seed, rolled out of his gaping ass, and landed inside his pants. he just leaned there catching his breath. I asked him if he wanted me to get him off and I offered that he could fuck my ass if he wanted to. He politely declined which being a bottom I totally understand where he was coming from. He told me it felt amazing and thanked me. In my post nut clarity I asked him how old he was and he replied “don’t worry I’m legal“ and I left it at that. He pulled up his cummy pants and made a joke about how cold my jizz was against his skin and him and I walked out together back to the parking lot. He had a car so he couldn’t been too young. we both got in our cars and left. I am a very dedicated Bottom and it’s so rare for me to top that it really was extremely exciting for me.

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!

My reason for faking both the orgasm and the sex sounds is to encourage the other party. The last thing we need where I live is to discourage guys from becoming sluts, and because there is so little casual sex a lot of them are pretty inexperienced.

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 🙂

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)

Definitely hate condoms in porn unless it’s stealthing or broken.

I know it’s been said before but I wish there were more actual breeding. Why fuck raw if you’re gonna pull out to shoot? None of us do that. When I cum I cum deep. Love watch true breeding and watch the tops cock pulse or his ass clench as he cums. Then pull out slow and see cum drip out! That makes me blow my loads!

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)

I had an allergic reaction to a banana Jan 1987- landed in the ER via ambulance( my BP at the minor emergency clinic that I drove to was 70 over 40 and unsteady) The clinic hit me with 6 shots of epinephrine and 6 shots of diphenhydramine, so I was pretty much floating for a few hours,luckily. One thing that was very common in the 80's, when a single 30 and older man had any medical crisis was to assume it was AIDS.I recall some nurse pushing a hollow needle into that spot on the wrist/thumb juncture to draw bone marrow for testing. He was apologizing about how uncomfortable it was, but I was so deep in shock and drugged from the clinic that I felt nothing. A week later, the cardiologist who had been my ER doctor called me and told me to come in to his office, the results were in ( in those words, I was already planning how many weeks I had left) And then the next day I got pissed at getting that type of a phone call, and pissed at how biased the medical industry was to gay men at the time. I went to the docs office, got the news, he followed up with a Western Blot test, and I learned my viral load was 84,000 and my T count was 45. AZT was the killer drug they pushed back then. I had been keeping a ledger sheet with the names of friends and the date of their death already, and already had 15 to 20 names init. I refused going on any meds. The only complication I had for 12 years med free was a case of walking pneumonia, and probably came down with it as a result of working a full time job and then at night working another 5 to 6 hours at a part time job out in the weather. When I eventually did go on meds it was late 1999 and the first generation of anti retro viral med combo's was just coming of age- drugs like epivir, viramune, etc. Once I began meds, I was laser focused on following the dosing schedule and not missing a dose. I have gotten on Dovato recently, 1 pill a day with just 2 drugs combined init, and have to say, I feel healthier than ever before. I cannot stress it enough tho- I believe the most important thing is and was making it a priority to never forget to take the meds exactly as prescribed. I lost a 85 year old poz friend 11 months ago. He had been in NYC in the 70's and 80's , even working the door at Rawhide for a while. He lived in Greenwich Village, went to a lot of the bars ( ahh, the MineShaft !! lol) and parties, and mid 80's he tested poz. I knew him the last 20 years of his life, and he was healthy and on meds. He even got covid twice, and neitherr time was it more than a cold that dragged on for a week or so. Being poz/AIDS didn't kill him, he made a left at a light and got slammed by an oncoming car. I mention his case, because for a lot of you neg guys, hearing a poz result from a blood test is not probably the thing that will kill you one day. ESPECIALLY if you monitor your health and stick to the dosing schedule of the HIV drug you will eventually go on.

Hey guys, I'm a long-time lurker here. I wrote a nice little story partly based on something that almost happened to me when I was younger, and on a much larger fantasy I had for a long time that has been shaped over the years by what I read on here. I'm almost done with the second part so if there is any interest I will post :) English is not my first language so please forgive any mistake. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How I met my Daddy I couldn’t believe it, it had to be a mistake. I looked at my phone more closely and the ad clearly said 112 Shelby Drive, but the address was that of a huge mansion in the upper-class neighbourhood of my city. The rent couldn’t possibly be that cheap. I sent the landlord a message asking if this was real and if there was a mistake. I got a reply in under a minute telling me that yes, it was an actual room for rent and the price was accurate, no mistake. I asked if and when I could visit and the landlord replied: “I’m at home all day, you can come by anytime”. It was about an hour of commute from my dorm, which I was about to be forced to leave since my classes were over and I just graduated, so I hurried to the place to make sure nobody would beat me to it. When I got there, I still couldn’t believe it. The house was impressive, a very recent building in the nicest part of town. I knocked on the door and heard steps closing in, then the door opened. A very tall and muscular man, probably in his fifties, was looking at me with a warm smile. “You must be Tom, I’m Rick. Come on in.” We shook hands and I came forward. The house was even more spacious and beautiful inside. Rick gave me a quick tour of the house and asked me if I was interested. “Well sure, I said. But why is it so cheap. I mean, I’ll be glad to pay this low but you could charge so much more.” “Well I’m not really after the money, I have plenty of that. I just thought it would be nice to have someone live with me, I’ve been alone for many years and could use the company from time to time, you know. So I figured I could find a roommate and offer someone like you the opportunity of living in a luxurious house such as this one. Landlords can be very greedy, and I think that’s not very fair. It’s my way of giving back and sharing my luck with other people.” It made sense to me so I didn’t question him further. “Oh by the way, before you accept or reject my offer, I have to tell you that I’m gay and I sometimes have some visitors if you are okay with that kind of thing. Are you straight yourself?” “Yes I am, but I don’t mind if you’re gay. To tell you the truth, I’m really interested in living here for a while, at least, this place is amazing!” “Great, well let’s get you settled then.” I was very excited to be moving in this house and Rick seemed like a very pleasant person to be around. He was very polite and kind, at least that’s the first impression I had of him. I didn’t know why, but I felt like I could trust him. The fact that he was gay was a non-event for me, I didn’t mind at all. I wasn’t gay myself, but I was open minded. As long as he didn’t try anything on me, and he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to do so, everything was fine by me. In fact, I was a little curious about the gay lifestyle, which I knew very little of, but I guessed this was about to change. That was a good thing, I thought. He took me to my room, which was very nice, quite large with big windows, fully and tastefully furnished with a queen-sized bed, desk, and all the essentials. I thanked Rick and told him I had to go pick up my things at my dorm so I can properly settle in. He gave me a key to the house. “Welcome home boy, I hope you enjoy staying here. I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun.” He let out a big warm laugh as I took the key and went on my way to pick up my stuff. The next few weeks were uneventful. I finished setting up at Rick’s house and got to know him a bit better. Turns out he is very pleasant to be around and very generous. He insisted I could use anything I wanted in the house, even the food, and made sure I was doing fine with everything. This was a godsend, since I was having a hard time finding a job. Every application I had sent was still unanswered. I was starting to get nervous and shared my fears with Rick, who brushed them off. “Don’t worry, you’ll find something in no time. In the meantime, don’t worry about the bills, I can help you out boy,” he said. “You sure? I don’t want to become a burden, you really don’t have to do this. I could go back to my parents.” “Nonsense. Your parents live on the other side of the country, in a little town where you’d have even less job opportunities. You can stay here as long as you want. I like you, boy, I want to help you out. And don’t you ever go saying you’re a burden ever again. You’re my guest and I’m gonna take care of you.” As relieved and grateful as I was, I redoubled my efforts to find a job. It was about a month after I had moved in when in the middle of the night I heard grunting and moaning noises that were coming from Rick’s room, upstairs. I stopped whatever I was doing and started paying attention. No doubt, Rick was having sex with someone. Now like I said I’m straight, but it had been a long time since I had seen some action and knowing some people were having what sounded like amazing sex so close to me got me going. I became very curious to know what kind of sex Rick was having. I slowly and quietly got out of my room and came near Rick’s to hear better. The moans were clearer, and I could also hear some words, although I couldn’t make out what they were. It was mostly Rick talking with his deep voice, but a higher one responded faintly from time to time. As I got closer I started to hear better. “... you like that big poz cock, don’t you faggot...” “...oh...” “What? I can hear you tina boy, say it.” “... I ... love … your poz cock Sir …" I had no idea what “poz” and “tina” meant, but the dirty talk was getting me horny like crazy. Hearing them moan and talk like that, coupled with the sound their bodies made as Rick was clearly fucking the other guy in the ass, had me rock hard in my boxer shorts. I managed to get on the edge of Rick’s door and couldn’t help from having a quick peek inside. I barely got my eye out and saw Rick right in front of me, with his eyes closed, fucking a young man about the same age as me. I couldn’t see the other man’s face as his head was buried into the bed, his ass way up to meet Rick’s dick, which I couldn’t see. I could also see a quite large biohazard tattoo on Rick’s chest. There was also a lot of stuff laying on the bed around them, I recognized a few bottles and syringes, but I couldn’t watch any longer as I was afraid Rick would see me. I bolted as fast and quietly to my room as I could and closed the door. I was so turned on by what I saw and heard that I started to jerk off right away and, with the image in my mind of Rick fucking the boy in the ass, came under a minute later. It was the most intense orgasm I had in quite a while, and I was surprised how all of this had turned me on. I thought about it repeatedly and started to wonder what Rick was saying to his lover. I got on my computer and googled “poz dick” and “tina”. I was very confused at what I was finding. Was Rick HIV positive? Was it somewhat of a turn on for him? What about the other guy? Was he okay with it? Tina was some kind of drug, and they were doing some? That would explain the syringes and bottles and various paraphernalia lying around. All of this seemed wild and intense to me and I was starting to doubt that I had heard correctly. I kept reading about it, and eventually found some videos showing dudes using needles, smoking out of glass pipes and then having sex. To my surprise, I couldn’t stop looking at them. It was SO HOT. My dick was rock hard and I kept masturbating all night long, sometimes hearing Rick and his guest in the distance. By my third orgasm, I was starting to realize I was not as straight as I thought I was, and I was becoming more and more curious about trying sex with another man. But I was also especially curious about the different drugs I knew nothing about but seemed to make these guys unbelievably horny and high as hell. My research led me to learn about the bug chasing fetish. There were people actively trying to catch HIV and I thought the idea was equal parts repulsive and fascinating. To willingly get yourself infected with this terrible disease and then “gifting” it to others. What a wild idea! I couldn't understand why I found it so appealing and still so frightening at the same time. Eventually late into the night (or early in the morning) I collapsed and fell asleep without even realizing it. I had wild dreams about naked men, huge dicks, needles, and cum and when I woke up I still had a huge boner and I had to masturbate once again. ---- When I finally got out of my room Rick was in the kitchen eating breakfast, alone. “Hey boy, made some breakfast and there’s plenty enough for you, just help yourself.” “Wow thanks Rick!” I felt a bit uneasy after what I had witnessed a few hours earlier. I was seeing Rick in a completely different light, now. For the first time I realized how handsome he really was; he had a very masculine face, big and well defined muscles, a very manly man. I caught myself starting to fantasize about him and my dick twitched a few times. I wondered what his dick looked like. “So, did you enjoy the show last night?” “The show? What show?” “I saw you peeking in my room when I was with my guest. I hope we didn’t scare you” Rick said with a laugh. My stomach sank. I got caught! I was sure Rick didn’t see me. At least judging his reaction, he seemed genuinely fine with it, but still. He caught my own concerned face. “Hey, don’t worry, if I didn’t want you to see anything I would have closed the door. You’re welcome to watch or join any time, I really don’t mind. In fact, I enjoy being watched.” That was unexpected to say the least, but it made sense. “So?” “Huh... so what?” “Did you like what you saw?” I didn’t want Rick to know how much I found it hot to watch him pound some guy’s ass relentlessly while saying incredibly dirty things to him. I was straight and I didn’t want Rick to even consider the possibility that I wasn’t in any way. "It was... interesting.” “Well, like I said you’re free to join in anytime, the more the merrier” he replied with a wink and a charming smile. “Aaah, thanks, but I’m not gay, so I’m gonna take a pass.” “You sure about that boy? You don’t know what you’re missing.” I was nervous as hell and thinking about what to say when Rick, having finished his meal, got up in a sudden. “Anyway, we can talk about it later I’m off to run some errands. See ya tonight, boy.” I was relieved this interaction was over. I was afraid Rick would notice the growing bulge in my pants. ---- As soon as Rick was out of the house I opened back the porn tabs on my computer and kept looking at stuff about tina, chem sex, pozzing, bug chasing and gift giving. This stuff was making me hornier and hornier. Everything was spinning fast in my head, and I was feeling like I just hit puberty for a second time. It was so dirty, horny, wrong and extreme that I couldn’t believe some people actually did that stuff. I read story after story on a website called Breeding Zone and then started to picture Rick getting me high and then laying me on my back, spreading my legs and entering me with his toxic poz cock and infecting me with his virus... OH. MY. GOD. As I reached that point of my daydreaming fantasy, I was masturbating furiously and erupted into the strongest orgasm I ever had, bar none. I shot my load on my belly and decided to scoop some and taste it. I had never done that but I was so horny I couldn’t resist. It tasted amazing. I wondered what Rick’s cum tasted like. Rick’s poz, toxic cum... I’ve always been sure I was 100% straight, but after all this and while looking at a video of a guy, fucked up on chems, getting gang banged raw by a bunch of poz dudes, I was starting to seriously doubt it. My erection wouldn’t go away even after several orgasms, I had never been this turned on in my life and for such a long time. I tried to shake it off and distract myself by resuming my job hunting, but I couldn’t focus on anything. My dick was there to remind me there were more interesting things to spend my time on. I was getting addicted to raunchy gay porn. When the night came I could hear noise coming from Rick’s room. I was really tempted to go and see what he was up to, and with whom. But at the same time I didn’t want him to know how curious I was about it all so I stayed in my room, waiting. After a while the noise became louder. I could hear moans and grunts, but it didn’t really sound like Rick or the guy that was here the night before. Eventually curiosity got the best of me and I quietly made my way to Rick’s room. As I got to his door, which was once again wide open, I was surprised to see that Rick was alone, laying on his bed, wearing only a pair of briefs that showcased a huge bulge between his legs, surrounded by several items like bottles, baggies and syringes. The noise I was hearing was coming from his huge TV; porn was playing, a guy was on a sling getting rammed by a huge cock and moaning like crazy. Rick saw me right away and gave me a smile. “Hey boy, I was starting to wonder when you would join me. I’ve been waiting for a while now. Come in, don’t be shy, I won’t bite.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To be continued...

I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Graduated high school and now I was trying to occupy my summer with what to do until college started in the spring. My dad figured I needed community service work to help my résumé. So he suggested that I give some assistance to Mr. Wilson, the man who lives on our block. Apparently he was living with late stage AIDS and was having a hard time taking care of things around the house. I was planning on studying to become a nurse so it sounded like good practice. Mr. Wilson didn’t require anything too crazy. Just some general clean up around the house. When I arrived he greeted me at the door “Welcome Nick. Thanks for coming by. Come in.” He was in his late 60s early 70s. Pale, bald, thin and gaunt in the face, thin arms and legs, with a potbelly. He guided me in to his living room. His house was a bit of a mess. A lot of laundry magazines and dishes everywhere. It looked like it would take a little bit more effort to clean up than I thought. But it didn’t seem very bad. “So what would you like me to start with first Mr. Wilson?“ “Oh just anywhere you like. I’ve let the place go quite a bit. I haven’t had much energy these days understandably.“ I understood. I figured he was having a hard time what was his condition. So I started picking up dishes left about. And washed them. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to pick up the clothes laying about. Some of his underwear and socks had a distinctive smell coming from them like a mix of body odor and something slightly fishy? I was in the laundry room sorting his clothes. Separating the colors and the whites. When I held his underwear in my hand I felt around the crotch area and it felt strangely hard. I reached on the inside of them and felt something dry on the inside of the crotch area. It took me a second but then I realized what it was and quickly put them in the washer. “So what do you plan on doing after the summer?“ Mr. Wilson was watching me sort the clothes. “Oh I plan on going to school and studying to be a nurse.“ “Fantastic, I could possibly hire you to take care of me full-time. That is if I last that long.“ “You seem healthy enough sir I’m sure you’ll be fine.“ “Oh that’s kind of you to say. But the disease has took its toll on me quite a bit. It’s running rampant in me, more so than it seems on the surface.“ “Well I would be happy to help you with whatever you need. It would be good training for me.“ Mr. Wilson smiled. “Becoming the nurse is serious stuff. You have to do all sorts of things. Manage medication‘s, IVs, sponge baths for those who can’t manage.” “Oh it will be no trouble for me at all sir. I like to help people, and taking care of the sick and elderly seems like a good calling.“ “Yes it is very noble. i’m glad I can give you experience. Say young lad, since you’ll need the training anyway, would you mind helping me with a sponge bath? It gets difficult for me moving around.“ I was taken aback by that request a little bit. It’s not what I was expected to do to help him with. But he was right, I will need to do these sorts of things if I am going to become a nurse. “Oh um sure. I’ll just finish up with the clothes and I’ll see you, where?” “In my bedroom. It’ll be easier if I am laying down in bed.“ Yeah I guess that made sense. Where else would you do it? I finished with the laundry and gathered what I needed for cleaning up Mr. Wilson. Bucket of hot soapy water, a couple of rags. I met him in his room, and he was naked on the bed. I had to admit it was a little shocking being alone in a room with a naked man. As I got to work on Mr. Wilson. I was running the rag up and down his legs trying to be a diligent caregiver. I ran my rag up his thigh and got close to his crotch area. I wasn’t sure what to do once I got there. “You should clean that area as well Nick. It’s all part of normal nurse work.“ I put the rag on his penis and started wiping it clean. Going around his balls and underneath his shaft. As I was cleaning him he was getting an erection. It was large, very large “Oh it looks like you’ve awoken some thing. Never mind that. It happens when it receives any stimulation. I am human after all. So I do have urges.“ “Right. I understand.” I wiped his erect penis up-and-down a couple of times. Mr. Wilson was looking at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before.” “11.5 inches my boy. Trust me I have satisfied many men in my days, and unfortunately perforated a few.“ That made me blush. That type of talk seemed a little bit too lewd for this situation. “You should clean underneath the foreskin as well.“ “How do I do that?“ “Well young man.“ Mr. Wilson sat upright. “You should hold the shaft and peel the foreskin back. You can clean me more efficiently that way. It’s important to clean under there you know. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.“ Mr. Wilson stood up and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. His erect cock was now staring directly at me, The head of his dick peering through the forskin. “Now young lad. Take your hand and grab my penis.“ So I brought my hand up and gripped his dick. “Now take your other hand and wrap it around my cock head and pull back on it.“ I reached my other hand and did as instructed. I pulled back his foreskin and his mushroom head cock was staring at me fully exposed. Even with both my hands gripping his shaft there was still plenty my hands couldn’t cover. The thought occurred to me that I was now on my knees gripping onto Mr. Wilson’s penis with both hands. I was getting nervous and for a moment I forgot what to do. “Well? Are you forgetting something?“ “Oh right! The rag.” The rag was on the floor by Mr. Wilson’s feet. I let go of his penis and bent down to pick it up. Mr. Wilson squatting down at the same time. “Let me help you with that.” Both our hands met as we reached for the rag. In the awkwardness of it I grabbed the rag and we both got up. But in both of our maneuvers Mr. Wilson’s penis slapped my forehead and slid down my face as I motioned my head up. “Oh no I’m so sorry!“ I pulled my head away completely embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry it was just a little bump. It’s just a penis, it won’t hurt you.“ I brushed off the incident and I wrapped the rag around his penis and started stroking it to get it clean. “Oh yeah, that’s a good technique. You’ll get it nice and clean that way.“ I only stroked it a few times. I wasn’t trying to stimulate him, but this seemed like the only way to properly wash him. Once I was done I instructed him to lay back down on the bed and I continued to give him a bath. Cleaning the rest of him. It went without further incident. I continued to clean his bedroom. Mr. Wilson watching me and helping me organize some of his things. He didn’t put his clothes back on, he remained naked and his large penis still rockhard. “You don’t mind me walking around all naturale do you? I find it more comfortable this way.” I didn’t want to be rude. After all I am training to be a caregiver so I had to put his needs first. “Of course. It’s your house you can do whatever you like.“ I assured him with a smile. Deep down I was uncomfortable with it. I was picking up things here and there. I came across a box of magazines, they were porno magazines. “Oh don’t mind those. Just something to get me off when I need to. Here let me show you my favorite one.“ He took out a particular magazine and flipped to a page. He revealed photos of an older man who looked similar to him bareback fucking a young 18 or 19 year old who looked similar to me. I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to look at his porn. “Oh that looks pretty wild.“ “Indeed. This sort of thing really gets me boned up.“ He was now stroking his cock next to me. He was looking at me a little sad. “Hey Nick, do you think you could do me a big favor?“ “What is it?“ “Do you think you could help me get off? It’s been so long since I’ve been in the presence of such a handsome young man like you. I would really appreciate it.“ “I don’t think I can do that. It wouldn’t be appropriate.“ “Relax my boy. You’re just helping out an old man like you were meant to you when you came here, isn’t that right? Please I assure you you will be totally fine I just want to see your ass while I rub one out.“ I wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. I wanted to be helpful, I wanted to help him with his needs. But I didn’t think that I could do something like that. But he was such a lonely man. I figured it might be OK as long as he’s just jacking off and nothing more comes of it. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” “Absolutely. I will take it to the grave with me.” “Uh, okay, as long as we are safe. What do you need me to do?“ “Splendid! Well first takeoff all your clothes and lay face down on my bed. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.“ I slowly strip down and climbed onto his bed laying down like he asked. Mr. Wilson climbed on the bed and got on top of me straddling my thighs, his dick slapping my ass crack. “Hey! What are-“ “Relax Nick. I’m just getting a good look at your ass. Now just lay there and let this old man enjoy the sight of you.” This felt like a very compromising position, but I assumed that it would all be over fairly soon. Mr. Wilson was stroking his cock with one hand while rubbing my butt cheeks with the other. “Yeah, that is such a beautiful ass of yours, I would so love to dig my cock in there.“ “Please don’t joke like that sir. You have aids remember?“ “Of course, how can I forget? I have a very high viral load. And I haven’t gotten off in quite a few days. And theoretically if I did fuck that beautiful tight ass of yours, you would definitely get what I have he he.” That type of verbal treatment was very unsettling. But he was a lonely old man, I figured I would let him say what he wanted and blow a load out. He slapped his cock against my ass few times. My God it was so big. But while he rubbed his cock against my ass cheeks, he wasn’t stroking it. It seemed like he was dragging it out. “Hey there Nick I’m having a hard time getting off. Do you think you could let me grind my tip against your hole a little bit? I won’t penetrate, I just want to hump a little. It would definitely help me shoot.“ “Isn’t that pushing things little too far? What if it goes inside?“ “Nonsense. We don’t have any lube and you’re so young and tight there’s no way it will go in. You’ll be perfectly safe. Please?“ I was very hesitant. Things were escalating a little. But theoretically what he said seemed completely safe. As long as it didn’t actually go inside me then there wasn’t any risk. “O-okay. But just humping on the outside OK?“ “Of course! Now get on your hands and knees doggy style for me.“ We repositioned and I got on my knees. Mr. Wilson spread my cheeks and start slapping his cock against my ass hole. He swirled his tip around it and then positioned it right at the center of my ring. He put his hands on my hips and started rocking his hips back-and-forth. “Ah yes this feels much better, you’re smooth little pucker is doing the trick.“ his humping wasn’t too hard. He was staying outside of me like he assured me. I was able to relax and let him have his fun. He was rubbing my ass cheeks and feeling up my back as his hips rocks into me. I could feel my asshole being pushed with each thrust. It felt kind of good. Especially with such a monstrously huge cock. Then I felt something. My asshole was getting wet. Mr. Wilson was leaking pre out of his dick. His thrusting was still relatively tame so it didn’t seem like it was all that bad but I was getting a little worried about my hole getting lubed up. “Oh yeah thats better. I can feel myself leaking.” His humping started getting harder. I felt my ass hole getting hit roughly by his dick. I kept myself clenched but Mr. Wilson was getting more enthusiastic. As his movements became stronger and his cock leaked more I could feel his tip starting to part my ass. It felt like it was slowly digging into me. “Mr. Wilson you should be careful. I think you’re starting to go in.“ “Nonsense boy. I’m still completely outside of you. My wet cock head is just kissing you. Don’t be afraid to have your hole kiss it back.“ “Are you getting close yet?” “I’m building up to it. Why? Do you want it to end now? Doesn’t my cock feel good?” “It feels great sir. You have a wonderful cock. You just need to careful is all.” The more he humped my hole the more the tip started digging in. At this point his tip was halfway into my ring. His hands were exploring my body as his hips kept grinding forward. “Ow, that’s starting to go a little too far. You should ease up“ “it’s fine. Just enjoy my cock. Young men like you should be lucky to have experienced old men like me show you how good you can feel with your ass. Besides, I can tell your ass is very inexperienced. It’s gonna take a lot more than what I’m doing to penetrate you. For example if I were to jam forward like this!” As Mr. Wilson’s tip was halfway in my ring, he jammed his hips forward and his head popped inside of me. He then quickly pulled out and continued his humping, not easing up on the force though. “OUCH! That went in!” It hurt when he popped inside of me. It was true that I’ve had very little experience with sex. So the pain of his initial entry shot through me. “Well so it did. Oops, it’s all right I will try to stay out of you.” My ass felt vulnerable after that initial plunge. I was having a really hard time keeping him out of me. His thrusting unrelenting. Then I felt his cock head pop into me again and then right back out. “Oof. That feels good.“ “Sir you shouldn’t do that!“ his thrusting continued. With the way my hole was getting wet from his cock. It felt like every fifth or sixth thrust his cock head entered me again. Then every second or third thrust it entered. Then Mr. Lewis picked up a piece of ramming his cock head in and out of my hole constantly. “Don’t worry about all this Nick. It’s just popping in to say hello. Your ass is really inviting.“ The feeling of his cock head going in and out of my ring was horrifying yet felt good at the same time. But still I wanted him to stop and continue with grinding my hole just from the outside. “Sir please it’s going inside me!” “That’s not going inside of you, this is going inside of you.“ Mr. Wilson then thrust into his cock in my ass, sliding in what felt like 5 or 6 inches and then pulled out and continued with the tip of his cock going in and out. “Ow! That was too deep!” “See that was going inside of you. This is just the entrance. Now just focus on how good my cock is.. I’m getting close.” “Oh God, you’ll cum outside right?“ “Sure, sure. let me Focus on your beautiful ass.” Mr. Wilson was now wrapping his arms around my torso. I felt his cock starting to dig in deeper. He wasn’t just fucking me with the tip anymore. He was sliding at least half his cock in me, like previously. “Oh fuck this is so much better, the inside of your colon is definitely working my cock up to an eruption!” “Sir please pull out! That’s too far!“ The cock going up my ass is starting to drive me crazy. I couldn’t deny that it was probably the best fucking I have ever felt in my life. But I knew exactly what kind of cock was inside of me. A poz cock, and not just a poz cock, a full-blown AIDS cock. “Just a moment kid. I’m so close! Please just focus on squeezing that ass on this dirty cock. Work this load out of me!” Suddenly he started slamming his cock all the way in and out. I felt the full length of his 11 1/2 inch dick pulverizing my insides. Every time he went balls deep it felt like I was getting stabbed on the inside causing pleasure as he passed over my prostate and pain as he slid far past that. “Sir! What are you doing!? This is too much! Ouch! It hurts!” The ball slapping fucks were relentless. His pace started to quicken rapidly. His body trembling. “Just hold out a little longer Nick! You’re such a good boy! I’m going to reward my good boy by shooting AIDS poison in you! Fuck! I’m about to create a partner in hospice in just few more-“ he now let his body collapse onto me. His cock furiously slamming down into me. “AAAAAGH FUCK!” His cock started violently spasming deep inside. I could feel blast after blast of his toxic cum shooting into me. And it had a bit of a sting to it to due to have roughly he fucked me on the inside, almost like acid. “Ahhhhh. That was good Nick. Such a wonderful ass.” I was in shock. I couldn’t speak. Mr. Wilson slowly got up. His long cock pulling out. “Oops, little bit of blood on my cock. Guess I tore you up in there. It happens to almost all they guys I fuck.” My ass hurt. I could barely get up. I slowly got my close on while Mr. Wilson stayed nude. “Well then. Now that I was able to get off, you can continue your work.” I looked at him as if he was crazy. How could I work after what he did? But there’s no way I could leave, if I did I’d be terrified of him telling anyone what happened. So I swallowed my pride and got back to cleaning his house.

So I’m sitting at the pub drinkin with the guys and talking sports and pussy. I’m wearing work boots, jeans and a white T shirt. I’m also wearing purple panties and a butt plug wishing I was getting spitroasted by big cocks. I need a bigger plug. I'm very restless on my bar stool as I grind my hungry hole down on it trying to feel it deep…and not get caught. I need to get fucked like a bitch in heat. I was sitting talking to my friends with my back to another section of the bar. When I turned back to the bar to order some shots, I noticed a tall black guy about 5 barstools away and he gives me a “sup” nod and looks right at me. I nod back and turn to the shots that just arrived. As I’m drinking my shot I thought, “I wonder what I look like from the back when I’m wiggling my butt down?” Could that dude possibly know my secret? I turn to put my shot glass on the bar and glance in his direction…but he’s gone. I was relieved but also…I don’t know…disappointed?

This will be a 'slow burn'... Stick with me here... “Hey, Mr. Smith!” I turned from loading my van to see Dan, the neighbour lad from 2 doors down. He’d evidently been working out in their garage and was now shirtless in the garden, showing off his defined torso. Dan is recently turned 18, and although I know his parents well enough their strongly religious lifestyle inevitably led to a cordial distance between us. I’d noticed over the past year or so, and especially since his birthday party earlier this month, Dan increasingly showing off his developing body. Last summer he’d exercised in the garden wearing only shorts, and now it was spring he was doing his warm-up and cool-down outside similarly dressed. It was impossible not to notice – the fences are low and my home office has a view of all the close-by gardens. I have to admit, I’d watched a few times last summer, even though he was definitely Forbidden Fruit. He’s about 5’9” and rapidly losing his puppy-fat to muscle. His short, curly strawberry-blond hair and ice-blue eyes gave away his parent’s Nordic origins. “Hi, Dan! You’ve been working out again, I see.” “Yeah, gotta keep it up if I’m going to get on the gym team at college.” “Well, looks like you’re doing well.” As much as I wanted to leap the fences and ravish this innocent beauty, I needed to get on before the dump closed. “Good luck with getting on the team.” I turned back to my task at hand, but a few moments later Dan appeared at the back gate, “Do you need a hand with that?” Thankfully, he’d put a t-shirt on. “Erm… Won’t your parents be worried?” It was a gambit – he and his younger brother and sister were cosseted by their parents, especially the mother, and I genuinely worried about their reaction to him talking to me like this. Across two garden fences is one thing, but face to face…? “They’ve taken Tom and Sarah to our grandparents’.” He picked up a box and loaded in into the van where I was stood. I stowed it, and we finished the job in double time. Dan was looking a bit edgy on the way back from the dump. The atmosphere in the cab, filled with sweat and musk, was a getting tensely electric. “Erm… Mr Smith…” “I think you can call me ‘John’ now. Or do you want me to call you ‘Mr. Olsen’?” I looked at him and raised my brows. “OK… John… Can I ask you something?” “Anything… But I might not answer.” I winked at him and he smiled. “Your tattoos… Didn’t they hurt?” Maybe I should explain – I’m heavily inked. In fact, the only part of me not tattooed is my face. “Not really. And anyway, it only lasts a few hours at a time.” “Oh… How many do you have?” “Well,” we’d got back at my garden and I hopped out to open the gates, “that depends how you count them, I suppose. I’d say one, but it wasn’t all done at the same time.” He took a while to think that through while I parked up in the garden. “Can I have a closer look?” “Well, I suppose so. Do you want to come in for a drink? To say ‘thanks’ for your help.” We headed in and I grabbed some cans of coke before leading him to the den. “There’s just one thing…” I regretted saying that immediately, “but I suppose we can overlook that… Make yourself at home.” He flopped onto the large, leather covered bean bag and hauled his t-shirt off. I say across from him on the low sofa and started hauling my boots off. “What thing?” he asked. “Well, usually this is a naked house.” He looked at me quizzically, so I elaborated, “Most of the time, I don’t wear any clothes at home.” “Oh, that’s cool.” He proceeded to kick off his running shoes and strip the tight shorts off. I hesitated, but stripped myself – after all, he wanted to see ALL my tattoos. I couldn’t help but notice when his semi-hard cock bobbed out of his shorts. He had a well proportioned, uncut piece – it would probably rival my own uncut, fat 8-1/2”-er. After a few moments, we were sat again facing each other, only a few feet apart. He was trying (without much success) to hide his manhood. I pulled a joint out of a box on the side table, then thought, “You don’t mind?” I wiggled to spliff. “It’s your house, Mr. Smith.” “So it it, Mr. Olsen.” I gave him a pouty smile and lit the smoke. “Sorry… John. Er… So how long did all those take?” He was staring, wide eyed, but having difficulty avoiding my cock which was, unsurprisingly, slowly waking up. “From the start? Twenty years. But since I decided to get fully covered… I’ve been going every few weeks for the last year and a half. There’s some details left to fill in but I’m almost finished.” “Wow… Can… Can I feel one?” “Of course.” He was clearly conflicted, but the twitch in his cock when he asked, and again when I agreed gave him away. When he didn’t move, I moved forward and knelt in front of him, taking his hand (the one not trying to cover his growing erection) and moving it to my chest. He pulled away briefly when he made contact, then raised his hand again and traced over some the lines. “I thought they’d be like… I dunno… Scars…?” he stroked more of my chest until his hand was flat against my skin. “Well, I’ve got a couple like that, but it’s a different technique. They cut the design into your skin and rub the pigment in. That DOES hurt. But mostly it’s needles which don’t really hurt at all.” I turned to show him the two welted designs on my shoulder blades, and he ran his fingers over them. Both hands, this time. When I turned back to him, he carried on feeling my chest and arms with both hands and I could clearly see his almost fully hard cock standing proud. There was a glistening pool of precum in the well made by his foreskin. For my part, I was losing the fight with my own hard-on as his hands traced the tattoos down my belly. “Shit! You’ve got tattoos on your willy… And what’s that…?” he was staring at the metal ball visible where my foreskin opened. I was wearing my PA-keeper – a short curved bar with a ball just on the slit and one still hidden by my foreskin where the piercing came out next to my frenum. “It’s a piercing called a Prince Albert.” You can touch it, if you want. He stared for a while before slowly reaching with an index finger. My cock twitched when he finally touched the metal and he flinched away, sitting back hard on the beanbag. I thought for a moment, then said, “Can I touch you?” He looked at me askance so I continued, “You’ve been feeling my chest… Do you mind if I feel yours? You’ve been working so hard on your muscle definition.” That definitely seemed to shift his thoughts and he relaxed, smiling and nodding at me. I reached out with one hand and stroked his developing pectorals and abdominals, ignoring the fact his cock brushed on the back of my hand. “Keep your routine up and you’re going to have a great body.” I withdrew and sat back, but still on the floor in front of him. I reached behind and relit the joint from the ashtray, taking a deep draw and idly letting the exhaled smoke drift in his direction. “Mum would go through the roof if she knew I was here.” “Well, I’m not going to tell her. Look, anything you say or do here is just between us. I don’t judge, or tell people how to act. Be yourself, or who you want to be, I don’t care.” I drained my coke and dropped the spliff in the ashtray before heading to the kitchen. When I returned with two cans of beer, Dan was gingerly puffing on the smoke, coughing a little but not too much and as soon as he saw me, he threw it in the ashtray. I offered him the beer saying with a smile, “I won’t tell if you don’t.” We sat in silence while I finished the spliff and he sipped slowly at his beer. He’d either forgotten about his erection, or simply given up trying to hide. I never make an effort to hide mine, and he could hardly keep his eyes off it. “What is the tattoo on your willy?” I couldn’t help laughing, and he coloured almost beetroot. “Sorry… I haven’t heard it called a willy since I was a kid.” “Wha… What should I call it?” “Whatever you like. I say ‘cock’ or ‘dick’, or any number of other names. But why don’t you take a closer look and see what the design is for yourself…” The pool of precum overflowed his foreskin as he leant forward. The little bit of spliff and beer had clearly softened his inhibitions as he reached out and ran a finger along my shaft. “Are they tadpoles?” I grinned at that – there’s a stream of tattooed sperm flowing over my scrotum and up the length of my cock. “Well, not really. They’re sperm, but they look similar in a tattoo.” He had his fingers around my shaft so I figured I could touch him and reached down to scoop up the leaking precum. He didn’t seem to notice, he was fixated on my cock and its tattoos. He suddenly looked up at me, pinning my gaze with those eyes of his, “I… Errmm… I never touched another man’s willy… Uh... Cock… Before… I only touch mine to wee… But sometimes I wake up all wet…” He looked seriously worried and embarrassed and it seemed like he was crying when he dropped his head. I lifted his head and drew him close into a hug. He threw his arms around me and held tight, shaking as he sobbed into my shoulder. I just held him – he was having some kind of revelation, and I reckon I knew exactly what it was.

I was talked into it by the Top.

I have a friend who told me he was downtown LA and walked into a men’s room and saw two guys going at it. He just shut the door and held it and told them to keep going.

I have faked one to get out of horrible hook ups. Not often, but more than once. Usually, the noises I make are strictly how I feel. If I have ever been louder, it would have been to get things going at a sex party or to let guys know sex was happening in the dark room.

I was offered free vaccination course from my local GUM clinic in the UK, its either 2 or 3 jabs a couple months apart. HPV is linked to the following cancers: Penile, Anal, Cervical, Vaginal, Vulval, and some types of head and neck cancer. I urge everyone to get vaccinated if you can.

I have to believe this is the dumbest question asked If a guy sticks his bare dick in me I assume the risks with it If a top looks like he is on drugs or so I will decline BEFORE we fuck

Happily, I swallow. Never spit. But in my sessions can almost always count on the top coming multiple times, and what excites me most is getting my ass filled.

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

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Agreed. Put another way, part of raw Breeding is the "connection" we can create with a "brother". It can last for a long time, it can last for a few moments, but we've "connected" deeply, spiritually, carnally with another man, and that's what's so compelling about raw fucking. Now that we can take pills to protect our heath to a very substantial measure, it's like the old, pre-hiv days. There are some guys that fetishize condoms, and that's fine. But the rest of us don't require barriers anymore, and that ineffable, sweet, lovely, magical connection is well-worthy of pursuing over and over and over again.

My last male sub BF and I use to perform on webcam. At the time, he was in his early 20’s and I was in my late 30’s. This was over twenty years ago when we lived in NYC. He was very slender, 27” waist, and typically shaved smooth to appear more feminine. I am 6’3” tall and weighed over 100 pounds more than him. We both loved it. The attention we received was very erotic. We did made sure not to show our faces though. I’d love to find a sub where I could explore filming and taking photos again. this is a photo from back than with my fat cock in his little pussy.

I was feeling extra horny today and working from home. I fired up the gaydar.co.uk website to see if anything interesting happening, but intending to continue working. I soon got a chat message pop up from a local top boy. Aged 28 and between jobs, his was called Steve. His profile said slim 6ft 2in tall and large cut cock and only safe sex. I didn’t think much would happen with my age in the mid 50’s and a bit of a bear build, but chatted for a while. In the convo I told him I sometimes used GBL to relax during sex. He asked what it was so I told him. He was curious to try it, but was worried about the date rape reputation. I suggested if he wanted to try using the G in a safe place, why not pay me a visit? To my surprise he said yes. I gave him my address and arranged to meet an hour later, giving myself time to prepare. When he arrived his body and good looks exceeded my expectations. He was not slow in making out with me as soon as I closed the front door. We were in the bedroom stripping off clothes within twenty seconds and soon laying naked on the bed kissing deeply. His cock was gorgeous and a good thick eight inches. We snogged and 69’d for a while before I reminded him about the GBL. I’d made up a 2ml dose in a glass of water. It stood by the bedside. “Al I’m really nervous about this stuff. Do you mind taking it and showing me how it works on you?” “Yeh that’s fine by me Steve. If you like what you see I can set you up with a fresh dose. It takes about 15 minutes to kick in.” I quickly swallowed the G tainted water and returned to the bed with him. As we made out for a while longer I saw a bio-hazard tattoo on his shoulder. “Steve, are you poz?” “Yeh, is that a problem? I’m into safe except with my boyfriend. Are you poz?” “Nah I’m neg, if we fuck wear a rubber ok?” “No problem.” “We made out some more exchanging blow jobs and generally both getting more excited. Soon Steve was fingering my ass. I reached over to the bedside table, retrieved the lube and passed it to him. Pretty soon he was fingering me deeply and working the lube deep into me. I was getting well relaxed under the influence of the G. Soon his knob was pressing against my ring as he spooned against my back in the comfort of the sheets. I was pushing back against it. He suddenly moved away. “Hang on Al, I’ll just get rubbered up.” The unmistakable sound of the packet being torn open and a condom rolling down his shaft followed. “Steve, Don’t hang around, just fuck me.” He spooned into my back and gently eased his cock into me. It felt fantastic. He started to tenderly fuck me as I drifted off to sleep under the influence of the G. When I awoke Steve had gone and his side of the bed was cold. I reached down and felt my ass pucker. It was wet and slippery. I smelled my fingers. It was cum. As I sat up in the bed more cum oozed out from me. Looking around the floor I saw an unrolled, but unused condom laying on the floor.

Chapter 3: Eric Right on schedule, Eric’s car pulls alongside the house. Like Nick, Eric knows he can let himself in through the back door when we’re partying. It makes it a lot easier when I’m otherwise occupied. The two guys already know each other, so there’s no awkwardness when Eric comes in. We all say our hellos, and Nick gets Eric up to speed with what he’s missed. “He even took my elbow inside him. That hole is super-open, and I got seriously deep today.” Eric nods his approval. “Nice. So what’s next for you, man? What do you want?” I answer while still watching the screen. “Filled. I want to get filled. Need to be filled.” My brain finally catches up with my mouth. I turn to Eric and apologize for being in a daze. “I want your fist inside my hole so badly. Nick stretched me deep. He’s really good at that. Now I want you to stretch me wide. You’ve started on me before, but you’ve never stretch me out when I’m this fucked-up.” “You got that right,” Eric says with a smirk. “I’m gonna have some fun with that sloppy hole of yours.” “Please?” I say. With a nod, Eric says, “Let’s do this.” I get up off the couch and hop into the sling. It’s a bit awkward because I still have the butt plug and Pig Hole in, but I manage. Meanwhile, Eric strips off his clothes and gets his pipe and crystals out of his bag. I realize I’m still absently playing with my little, caged cock. Speaking of little dicks, Eric usually likes to fuck me a bit before the tina dick kicks in, and sometimes he likes to piss in my hole. I try and use that as encouragement. Eric looks like he’s about to light up. “Hang on. Before you do that, come over here,” I say. I lean over the side of the sling and open my mouth. He steps right up and feeds me his cock. I do a little bit of sucking, thankful for the recent hydration break. But before he can bring his pipe to his lips, I say, “How bout I get you hard here, then you slide inside me and fill me with your piss?” Eric smiles. “Sounds good. Just so you know, I partied earlier today.” Now it’s my turn to smile—a broad, ravenous smile. “You mean it’s gonna be chem piss?” Eric just nods. “Oh fuck yes. Let’s do this. Dump in all your dirty, spiked urine. Fill me up, man. Please. Rinse out my hole with your leftover tina.” Just saying that is enough to get Eric rock hard. I do just a bit more sucking before he says “okay” and moves down to the bottom of the sling. I lean back and relax, grinning at what’s about to happen. “I can’t fill you up while this thing’s in the way,” Eric says, pointing to the butt plug. “Shit,” I say, my attention finally catching up to his. I reach down, grab the Pig Hole, and pull it all the way out in a single movement, no hesitation. All I do is grunt a small bit as the widest part clears my entrance. I drop the toys to the side. “There. All yours.” Eric’s mouth gapes open for a second, surprised by how quickly I removed such a large toy. He whistles his amazement at how eager and loose I am. Nick, standing to the side, just chuckles. “I told you. This guy is totally opened up and horny as can be.” I take that as a cue. “Fuck yeah. Come on, Eric. Shove that dick into me and fill me with your chem piss.” Nick encourages him, too. “Go on. Slide it all the way in.” And that’s just what Eric does. One motion, no warning, no stopping. He goes from completely outside of me to complete buried in my hole, all in a split second. I exhale and grin from ear to ear. “There we go,” I say, and I squeeze my hole around his dick. “Now let it loose.” Eric exhales, too. “Holy shit, you’re ready. That hole is so warm and wet and greedy.” At that, I clench my hole again. Eric laughs. “Fucking hell, you horn dog. This is too good to pass up. I’m gonna fuck you a bit before I piss in you.” “Suit yourself,” I say. “I’m just a hole.” Nick adds, “And a damn near bottomless one, at that.” Eric takes his time, changing up his pace, his angle, his stance. I encourage him from time to time with “fuck yeah” and “give it to me” and such. He talks back, so we keep a slow and steady stream of mild banter. After a while, Eric stops. He looks at me, almost looking confused. “Do you want me to cum?” That only increases my hunger. My instincts kick in. “Fuck yeah I do, man.” But Eric explains why he looks confused. “But if I cum now, it’ll all come out when you let out my piss. You usually like to keep my loads inside.” I smile. My fuckbuds know me so well. “Oh, true,” I say. “If you cum in my after your piss is out, you can fist your load deeper into me.” “Deal!” Eric says with a smile. Then he gets real still, and his face becomes empty. I can tell he’s focusing on switching the plumbing so he can let loose a steady stream of piss. I don’t move, and I don’t squeeze. I know he needs time and concentration. It’s killing me because I need to be filled. But I wait. Eric opens his eyes. “You ready? You want it?” “Fuck yeah, Eric. Gimme that chem piss. Fill me up, man. Give it to me. Please.” “Here it comes, you fucking pig. Open wide.” Then I feel the warmth start to spread inside me. He doesn’t take long, so I guess it’s not much, but it’s still hot—in both senses of the word. I feel his dick pulse a couple times, telling me he’s stopped the flow and emptied out. “There ya go, boy. Let that simmer in you for a bit. Meanwhile, I need a drink.” At that, Eric pulls out and heads off to the kitchen with Nick. They don’t even look at me, leaving me alone in the sling, feeling like a used receptacle. I smile and start playing with my tiny dick again. It doesn’t even take up half my cage at this point, but my perineum still likes the attention. I’m content, enjoying the feeling of fluid sloshing around inside me, when I hear the guys call out. “Hey, you should probably let that stuff out before it crawls further up in you. Need help getting down?” They do have a point. “Right, thanks. No, I’ve got it.” I gradually ease my way down to the floor, then I walk to the toilet, take a seat, and slowly expel all the chempiss that had been soaking inside of me. They finish their drinks, I finish emptying my hole, and we all meet back at the sling. Without a word, I climb back in, put up my feet, grab my ass cheeks, and pry them apart. Each of them chuckles and reaches down to give his dick a tug. Eric looks down at Nick’s crotch. “You look like you’re ready, and you haven’t been in this hole in a while. Want to have a go?” Nick replies, “Sure. And who knows, maybe I’ll be able to drop another load off in this nasty cumdump.” That makes me moan with anticipation. I don’t dare say a word, though. They’re talking about me as though I’m not there. Like I’m furniture or a tool to be used. That turns me on so much, and I don’t want to interrupt it. Even the moan might be too much, but I’m pretty sure it’ll just encourage them. Nick looks at Eric and asks, “Did you hear that?” Eric says, “Yeah. Sounds like your cumdump is ready for you. Get going, man. Loosen that hole up before I get to it.” Nick chuckles. “I don’t think that’s a worry, but it’ll feel great to dive in again after that little break.” “Yeah, get that hole ready for my dick. Lube it up with your sperm.” “Fuck yeah,” Nick says. “I’ll leave another load in there for you to fuck and fist in deeper.” He puts some lube on his dick for good measure, then plows right into me, pounding me hard. I moan and take it like I’m made to do. While Nick fucks me, Eric stands to the side and lights up. He gets Nick’s attention, and Nick pauses for a second so they can shotgun the clouds back and forth. I moan as I watch them make out, and Nick resumes his pounding. A minute later, they shotgun again. I could get used to watching this scene—especially watching it while I have a dick in my ass. That thought gives me an idea. While they’re making out, I squeeze my ass around Nick’s cock, making my hole really tight for a second. Nick moans so loud I can hear him through their kiss. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles. “Oh fuck, that tight hot hole feels so good. Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum again.” Needing no more prompting, I start squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing, milking his dick as his buries it deep inside me. That does the trick. Nick starts slamming his hips hard against my ass. Then he lets out a huge grunt. “You fucking cumslut! Here you go. You’re getting another one out of me. Take my fucking load!” Nick pounds all the way in once more, but this time he stays there, rooted in place, letting his throbbing cock deposit his seed deep in my guts. I help him out a bit by reaching down and around to the back of his legs. I pull him in toward me, making his cock go just that little bit deeper inside. “There,” I say. “That’s where the load belongs.” Nick pants a few more times, then lets his softening dick gradually fall out of my used hole. I immediately start fingering myself, enjoying the fresh, warm wetness. Nick slaps one of my ass cheeks and says, “Damn, dude. That’s one sweet hole.” Eric steps up as Nick goes to sit down for a minute. “Let me see how tight this hole is.” He lines up his cock and slides inside. I offer no resistance, but I do squeeze his dick as much as I can. “Damn, you ain’t joking. This is one *seriously* tight hole. Shit. I think it needs another load in it, don’t you, Nick?” “Fuck yeah, man. Add to the mix. Give him another one, dude.” I just moan at the thought. I keep up the rhythm of squeezing my ass, milking Eric’s dick, physically begging him to breed me. Eric doesn’t take long. “Fuck, he’s desperate. I’ve never felt him milk my cock so hard before. This bitch really wants seed. Shit. Guess I’m gonna give it to him,” Eric says. And with that, his grunting begins. I feel the pulsing in his cock, and I feel the smile spread across my face. I can’t help it. When I’m doing a good job as a cumdump, I get proud of myself. After a minute, Eric is spent, too. “Damn, that’s a hot hole,” he says. Eric pulls out his softening cock and smacks my ass, marking that the deed has been done. My fingers immediately move back to my hole, and I enjoy the sensation of added wetness. “Shit, look at him,” Eric says. “He just can’t keep his hands out of his hole.” I can’t help but reply to that. “I wish they were your hands, you know.” Eric looks at me with a grin. “You want me to fist those loads into you, don’t you?” I just nod my head, slowly and silently, looking right at him. “Fuck you’re horny,” Eric says. I nod some more. Eric looks over at Nick. “I don’t know, Nick. He says he wants me to fist him, but we each thought his hole was pretty tight. I don’t think he’s ready for that.” My smile disappears. I’m worried I might be missing my chance. Nick responded, “Yeah, you’re right. That hole did get pretty tight.” Then he grinned. ”But I think I know how to fix it.” He and Eric exchanged evil grins, and my heart skipped a beat. Are they thinking what I hope they’re thinking? Eric sits down at the base of the sling and starts lubing up his hand and arm. I lie back and start to relax, trying to prepare for what’s about to happen. Nick returns and says, “Here. Maybe some of this might help open him back up again.” Eric nods his agreement and starts gently fingering my hole. A hole that I think is about to get another booty bump. Eric says, “How much do you think he needs? He’s still pretty high.” Nick looks at me and back at Eric. “Yeah,” he says. “But he’s calmed down and lost a lot of his desperation. Let’s give him a good one and bring back that craving.” Hearing that, I pull back my legs a bit further and grab my ass cheeks to spread them a bit wider. I make it clear I’m ready for whatever they decide to give me. Eric’s fingers slide in a little further. I hear him chuckle. “Oh, this hole is ready, too. It just opened itself up a little more. Let’s get this hole fucked up.” Eric pulls his fingers almost all the way out, teasing my hole with his fingertips. He looks down at them as Nick leans forward to concentrate on that area, too. Nick taps the edge of a baggy a few times, dusting Eric’s fingers. “How’s that?” he asks. Eric leans closer. “He’ll need more than that to make it through what I’m gonna do to him.” I clench my hole a bit, squeezing Eric’s fingers in appreciation. Eric doesn’t look up at me, but his fingers wiggle a bit, letting me know he received my silent signal. I hear a couple more taps on the bag. “One more,” Eric says. “Make it count.” One more firm tap. “There,” Eric says. “That’ll get him totally spun out of his mind.” “Perfect,” Nick says. “Let’s destroy this nasty pig.” Eric slides his fingers in about halfway and runs them all around the inside of my sphincter. It feels like he’s rubbing me with sandpaper. I grunt and squirm a bit in slight discomfort. Eric rotates his fingers a couple more times, making sure to transfer everything from his fingers into my soft tissue. He holds his hand still again and says, “Now some J-lube to get that wet and help it absorb.” I feel cold liquid run past my entrance and into my hole. I almost say something, but Eric interrupts my thoughts. “Hit the poppers, boy. You’re gonna take my fist in about 30 seconds, so you’d better get ready.” I need no more motivation. I uncap the bottle and take a few long, heavy huffs as I feel Eric’s hand already making more rapid movements, pressing more firmly into the hole he’s determined to enter soon. He’s sort of pulsing his hand right at my outer ring, as though he’s testing the resistance. I put the cap back on the bottle, drop the bottle right beside me in the sling, reach up and put my hands behind my head and exhale slowly as the rush of the poppers hits. And that’s exactly when Eric’s fist slides inside me. I grunt, more out of surprise than anything, and I start panting hard from the exhilaration of the penetration and the poppers. Of course, the panting gets my heart going, and soon enough I feel a hint of another kind of rush kick in—my panting pushes the bump through my bloodstream faster. Meanwhile, Eric is pulsing his hand forward and backward inside my hole. He’s not going deeper, but he’s applying and releasing pressure, teasing my hole and tormenting my sphincter. I start grunting with each exhalation I make. My breathing pace gets quicker, and my grunts get deeper-pitched. I start mumbling things like “oh fuck” and “fuck yeah”. Through the brain haze I hear Eric’s voice. “See? The best way to distract a bottom pig is it shove something in his hole, and poppers always make that easier to do. I’ll bet he never felt the burn from that bump because he was too busy thinking about my fist.” I barely nod. My attention is on my hole, what’s going on inside it, and what I want to have inside it. Eric continued, “And he barely noticed my fist go in because he was riding the wave of poppers.” I nod again, slightly. “See, man? He’s already fucked up, and we’re just getting started. You won’t believe how far he’ll open up for me in a few minutes.” I take that as a challenge, and I relax my hole a bit more, push back a little on his hand, and exhale slowly and audibly. Eric takes the bait and pushes in deeper, going in a couple more inches with no trouble at all. He smiles up at me. “Thaaaat’s it, you fucking pig. You know I want in there. You’re gonna let me get deep inside that sloppy hole, aren’t you, boy?” “Uh-huh,” is all I can manage. “That’s right, you fucking cumdump. You’re gonna open all the way up for me.” He pulses his hand inside me again. ”Which way do you want me to go, pig?” he asks. “Deeper,” I say. “Please. Please go deeper inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You’re gonna open right up and take all of me, aren’t you, you dirty pig?” I nod. “You want more?” I nod. “Take it, you filthy pig,” Eric says as he pushes his fist deeper into my hole. Just as I think he’s gone in pretty easily, he says, “Fucking hell! Nick, you were right. This hole really is hungrier than ever. I’m not hitting any resistance.” I take as much as I can, but I hold up an open palm to get him to pause. Sure, I’m wide open and hungry, but I’m not used to Eric going that deep that quickly. “Fuck, dude. You got two-thirds of my forearm in you without hesitating. Good job.” All I can do is pant in response. I hear Eric flip open the lube bottle. He pours more on the last bit of his forearm left outside my hole, so I know what’s about to happen. “Hit the poppers, pig. You’re gonna need ‘em.” I do as I’m told, taking two nice long huffs on the bottle before capping it and setting it aside. I start to lean back and close my eyes, but Eric interrupts me. “Nuh-uh. Look at me.” I freeze. “Open your eyes and look at me, pig.” I raise my eyelids halfway and try to focus on Eric’s face through the combined brain fogs of the buzz and my ever-growing high. “Look at my face,” Eric says. “I wanna see those dilated pupils, you tweaker.” At that, Eric jerks his fist into me just a bit. He doesn’t go in more than half an inch. But it’s enough to startle me and make my eyes bug out. “Atta boy. Stay with me. Look at my eyes,” Eric says. “Niiiice. I can barely see the color around your pupils. You’re pretty far gone, aren’t you, pig?” I bulge my eyes a bit thinking only of how deep his hand is inside my hole. And I want him even deeper now. “Deeper,” I say, partly as a plea, partly as a request, partly as just an echo. And I gaze absently at Eric’s face, knowing that he’s in control of me right now. “Fuck yeah,” he says. “That’s the kind of insatiable bottom bitch I like to see. I’m in further than I’ve ever been, and he’s still begging for more.” “More,” I mimic, knowing it’s what I need right now. The only thing I need. Right now. I stare at Eric’s face, locking eyes with him. I push back against his fist inside me. My eyes bug out. My face spasms. I mutter through clenched teeth: “Fuck. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Gimme more. Deeper. Fuck yeah. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” It sounds like the other guys said “fuck yes” at the same time I did. I look up to see Eric and Nick each cracking an open-jawed smile. Nick says, “You made it to his elbow, dude. You’re there. All the way.” I don’t smile back. “Fuuuuuck,” is all I can manage. Eric picks up on this. “Fuck. You want more, don’t you? This pig just took my whole forearm, and he’s still begging for more. Fucking hell! Dude, I told you the bigger bump would work. He’s insatiable now.” “More,” I repeat, saying the only word that registered through everything he just said. “More.” I gasp and start to whimper and whine as I feel Eric pulling out, rather than pushing in. My breathing is erratic. I’m confused by what’s happening. “Hang on, you fucking pig. You’ll get what you want. Gimme a second,” Eric says. “Hey Nick. Help me lube my hand.” I’m completely baffled. Why is he pulling out? Why is he lubing his hand? it’s already inside me. It doesn’t need lube. I start to whimper again, when I feel the touch of fingertips around my hole. My hole that still has Eric’s fist in it, down to about the wrist. I feel fingers rubbing my hole around his wrist. “I got ya, you pig. Calm down. Here’s a new challenge for you,” Eric says. And I feel fingertips slide inside my hole, beside the wrist I’ve already engulfed. “We’re gonna work this wiiide open now,” he says. At this point, I’m floating on a cloud, and my ass is the only thing I care about in the universe. I lie back, relax completely, and let Eric work his magic destroying my hole. I don’t communicate with anyone beyond grunts, moans, and the occasional “fuck” or “fuck yeah”. I am nothing more than a hole designed to be split open and filled. Eric takes full advantage of my complaint state. His fingers move around my ass lips for a bit, loosening them a little and spreading around the lubrication. He pulls that hand out and turns his other fist into a piston, crossing my threshold again and again, getting my ass used to the intrusion and weakening my defenses against penetrations of any size. Hearing nothing but moans from me, Eric slides his hand out of my hole, leaving only his four fingers inside. He then adds the four fingers of his other hand, letting me feel pried open and slightly stretched. He starts moving each hand back and forth, in and out, around and out—he’s turning my sphincter into taffy, bending and stretching it to his will. Sometimes he’ll pause, leaving all eight fingers inside, shaped like he’s about to dive into me. Then he uses his thumbs to massage the ring around my hole. Other times, he’ll put his fingers in with knuckles together and palms facing out. He stretches them apart a bit, working on my gape, and again uses his thumbs to massage the bottom of my hole. And still other times, he builds up a rhythm, sliding one fist in and out, then the other, then the first, and back again, alternating fists in an all-out assault on my ass. He’s numbing my resistance. He’s wearing out my ring, making me helpless in the face of this onslaught he’s subjecting me to. And all I can do is grunt along with the abuse, opening right up and taking everything he gives me. Eventually (I’ve lost all sense of time), his pacing slows. He keeps one fist balled up inside me, pushing it in and out right inside my hole, teasing me with pressure and making me gasp from the constant intensity. I hear him speak a single word, filled with command, authority, encouragement, and patience. That one word? “Poppers.” I obey, grabbing my bottle, removing the lid, and leaning in for two slow, long huffs. I lean back and slowly start to exhale. “Again,” I hear Eric say. Again, I obey, taking two more long, deep sniffs from the bottle. I can’t hold it in as long this time because my heart is already racing. But I lean back and exhale as slowly as I can. “Last one,” Eric says, encouraging and demanding at the same time. As I lean forward to inhale again, I whimper a bit. I’m unsteady despite lying in a sling. My head is spinning despite being completely still. I’m losing touch with reality and with my body. I’m sure that’s just how Eric wants it, and he knows this last huff will send me past the brink. I take two more long pulls from the poppers, lean back, replace the cap, mindlessly set the bottle wherever, and start to exhale as I drop my head completely onto the sling, unable to hold it upright a moment longer. “Good boy,” Eric says. “Ride that wave. Open up, boy, cuz you’re gonna get wrecked now. Relax and breathe.” Just the way Eric speaks to me turns me on. He’s controlling and kind, telling me what to do and watching out for me at the same time. At this point, I will do absolutely anything he tells me—anything to get more of him inside me. My brain switches from reason to desperation. I start babbling encouragement as all the drugs swim in my mind, fueling the monster. I become a pure fisting power bottom. There’s no human left. Only a hole remains. “Fuck me,” I say. “Fucking give it to me. Fill me up. Go all the way. That hole is yours. Open it wide. Fucking stuff that hole full. Fuck man. Do it. Push my limits. Give it to me.” Eric applies more pressure with his fist, which makes me grunt and push back, trying to engulf everything he’s pushing into me. I want anything inside my hole I can get. “Breathe, you fucking pig. Breathe,” Eric says. But I can’t control my breathing any more. I am a slave to my hunger. My hole controls me. I push. I groan. I grab the bottom of the sling and pull myself down onto Eric’s arm. An arm that feels suddenly wider than it was a minute ago. I take the girth as a challenge, let my hunger out as a growl, relax my hole, and push, willing it to slide inside. It works. With a thump, I feel something massive enter me. My hole feels more stretched than ever before, and my insides feel more full than they’ve ever felt. My eyes bug out, and I start panting. I try to find Eric’s face to look at it for answers, but my eyes can’t focus on anything because I’m so spun out. I’m damn near hyperventilating, but I feel absolutely incredible. “Shhhhhh,” Eric hisses. “Relax you goddamned pig. You’ve done it. You achieved your goal. Now calm down and feel for yourself.” I take a few moments to try and slow my breathing. I can’t make much progress, but I at least figure out how to close my mouth and breathe hard through my nose, which relaxes me a small bit. I take a couple deeper breaths and feel my body return to the sling from whatever cloud I’d been floating on. He told me to feel for myself. I have no idea what he means, but my instincts kick in, and my hands move down toward my crotch, my perineum, and my hole. My hole. Oh my god, my hole. “Fuck,” I mumble. I barely recognize it as mine, it’s stretched so huge. I run my hands around the circumference of my massive hole, amazed by how big it has become. And then I feel what’s inside. What two things are inside. “Holy fuck,” I say. Each of my hands finds a wrist sticking out of my hole. Each of my hands slides around my hole, finds one of Eric’s wrists, and wraps fingers around it, disbelieving the reality. I look directly into Eric’s eyes, an expression of wonder and bafflement on my face. “Holy fuck,” I repeat. “I took two?” Eric begins to laugh. “Yeah, you hungry fucking pig hole. You have both my fists inside you. Nice work, you nasty fuck. You like it?” I’m too overwhelmed to answer. I run my hands around the edge of my hole again. My eyes bug out again. I exhale. I smile. That’s enough of an answer for him. Nick chimes in, “Yep. I think the pig hole likes it.” My brain is completely fried, unable to process anything beyond the unreal sense of fullness I feel and the intense stretching my hole is enduring. Things get even more intense as Eric pulses his hands—both of them—back and forth. Even a small movement is enough to send shockwaves through my body and light up my face. I hear Eric chuckle as I squirm. “Let’s see if he can take this,” Eric says. “Alternating hands.” A few weeks back, Eric had alternated his hands by penetrating me with one and then the other, loosening my hole and weakening my resistance. Now, he starts doing almost the same thing, but he never removes so much as the knuckles of either hand. He’s running two fists back and forth, over and over again, keeping both inside me the entire time. The sensations are completely overwhelming. I slam my head down onto the sling, open my eyes and mouth as though I’ve just seen a ghost, and then my voice catches up with me. “Oh my god! Holy shit. Fuck yeah. Fucking wreck my hole, man. Destroy my ass. Gimme those fucking fists. Stretch me out. Fuck yeah, give it to me. Fuuuck yeaaaaahhhhh.” The changing sensations all start to blend together. I can’t tell which hand was coming or going, or how much Eric is rotating or twisting. It’s as though my entire ass is made out of putty, and he’s just playing with it, morphing it and shaping it however he wants. “Dude,” I say. “That ass is *yours*—play with it. Use it. Fill it. Destroy it. Whatever you want. Just don’t fucking stop!” For the next several minutes, my mind and my body sort of disconnect. I know something’s happening to my hole, and I feel every bit of euphoria from it, but the details are completely lost. It’s like I’m not experiencing the physical actions, only the pleasures they create. I completely lose myself in the bliss of being out of control of my own wrecked hole. I’m sure my face looks totally vacant, with a half-present smile like I’m dreaming. And maybe I am. I can’t tell where reality is anymore, and I have no interest in waking up. This feels more incredible than anything I’ve ever experienced. Eric continues plunging into my hole, stretching me any way he wants. After a good long while, I feel him calm down and slow his pace. A bit of his roughness and determination make way for the care and kindness he showed earlier. He speaks up. “Okay, you nasty hole. You need to come back down to earth for a while. We need to get you hydrated, and my arms need a break. I’m gonna slow down and eventually pull out.” I whimper, shamelessly. “I know, dude. But we both need a break.” My brain starts to register the coming crisis: I’ll be empty. “But my hole,” I mumble. It’s Nick’s turn to talk. “Oh, don’t worry. I think we can find something to fill it for a bit while you get a drink. I have some ideas.” I notice he’s grinning like a devil. That means I’ll enjoy whatever he’s dreaming up. “But Eric and I are gonna have to go soon. Start thinking of someone you can invite over to use that blasted-open hole.” It’s a struggle to think clearly while Eric’s still playing, slowly, inside my hole and while I’m still coming down from the euphoric high I’ve been on. But I remember a conversation with a friend a few days back. A friend who said he wanted to see how stretched-out I could get. He’s seen me after I got high before, taking advantage of residual horniness. But he’s always wanted to see me totally spun out of my mind, to watch my desperation and to see how much I can take from him. Ed. Eduardo is his name. “Yeah. Eduardo will want to use me,” I say. Nick chuckles. “Then you’d better hit him up and get him over here. He’s up next, I think.” Nick hands me my phone. “Do you got this, or you need me to write it?” “I got it,” I say. Knowing how difficult it will be to focus on the screen, much less the keyboard, I use my phone’s voice assistant and dictate a message. Talking to my phone, I say, “Tell Eduardo to get over here. My hole is wrecked and ready for you to abuse. Please come fill me up.” I send the message, hand the phone to Nick with a “thank you”, and collapse back onto the sling, totally spent. Eric’s movements have pretty much stopped by this point. He says, “Okay. I need a break. Nick, do you have plans for this useless hole?” “Yeah, hang on. I at least need to feel how loose it is. That looks amazing.” At this point, I feel proud of my hard work. I don’t think they’re even trying, but they’re still referring to me as an object, like I’m not there. I’ve succeeded in becoming nothing but a hole to them. I hear Nick coating his arms with lube, so I know he’s about to dive in again. My abuse isn’t over yet. “Okay,” he says. “Ready for me to take over?” Eric replies, “Sure. Alright, you pig. I’m gonna pull out now. But don’t worry, Nick will be back inside you in just a second.” I feel the fullness inside me continue to decrease as Eric slowly but surely removes first one hand then the other from inside my now-cavernous bowels. I don’t even grunt or flinch as they pass my threshold. One of the guys whistles his amazement. “He didn’t even react. Jesus, he’s blasted.” And at that, the last of Eric’s fingers left my ass. My hands immediately seek out my hole, feeling and fingering the sloppy, wet mess that used to be my tight sphincter. “Shit, look at that,” one of the guys says. “He’s a mindless animal. He can’t let his hole alone for two seconds.” Needing no further encouragement, I wipe a palm across my hole, then the back of the same hand. Then I ball the hand up into a fist, and I slide it right into my gaping chute. Within seconds, I’m pistoning my hand inside myself because I can’t bear to have an empty hole. “Fucking hell, man. He’s so desperate that he’s already fisting himself. Damn.” “See if you can wrap your hand around his and double-fist him again.” I feel fingers at my entrance, prodding and searching for something. I feel pressure. And then I feel like someone is trying to hold my hand. A bit more pressure and a slight thump, and suddenly my fist is wrapped inside someone else’s. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck, dude. You’re double-fisting yourself with someone else. Holy fuck.” I just moan, too distracted by the fullness to worry about what the words mean. “Shit. Can I slide past?” The sensations change. My hand is no longer being held, but the pressure and stretching increase. I feel flesh sliding past the back of my hand. I realize then that someone is fisting me deeper while I keep my own fist just inside my hole. “Jesus Christ,” comes a voice. I think it’s Nick’s. “You have your fist and half my forearm inside you, and you’ve not so much as grunted. Your hole will take anything, won’t it?” Through my brain fog, I say one thing: “More.” “Fucking hell,” Nick says. “I gotta try this. Here, dude. Move your hand. I’ll take over.” I feel Nick tug at my wrist, prying my fist out of my hole. I whimper when it’s out, sad for the sudden emptiness. That emptiness doesn’t last long, though, because within seconds, Nick slides his other hand in to replace mine. I barely grunt when it’s through. “Fuck yeah, dude. Take those fists,” he says. Nick pushes deeper. I grunt. He keeps going. “Oh my god, you pig. Your hole just swallowed half of both of my forearms. And you barely noticed!” To encourage him, I push back on him and try to swallow more. “Hell yeah, dude. You’re insatiable.” At this point, I’m a mindless machine, hell-bent on taking everything I can get. Without opening my eyes or changing my expression, I grab my poppers. I go through the motions of huffing like I’m a robot following a program. “Jesus, dude. You think you can take more?” “More,” I repeat, as I push back against his fists and stare directly into his eyes, my eyes growing wide with fierce determination. “Go deeper,” I say. No, I challenge. I demand. “Fucking hell, man. Take it. Take my fists deep inside you. Swallow my arms, you fucking pig. Fuckin — Oh. My. God!” he says, wide-eyed, as three…four…five more inches of his body disappear inside mine. “Holy fuck,” we both say together. Nick just looks at me. “Fucking hell. How the fuck can you do this?” I keep staring back at him, ignoring his question. “Fuck me. Fuck that hole.” I pull my legs back further, giving him even easier access. “Goddamn, dude. How could I not?” Nick looks like a toddler in a playground: Overwhelmed by opportunity but confident it’s all for him. He starts playing inside me. He pistons his hands—sometimes together, sometimes separately. He rotates his wrists. He changes the shape of his fists. He spends several minutes doing everything and anything he can think of with his arms inside me. The whole time I’m just along for the ride, enjoying the changing sensations. We each enjoy a few more minutes of this, until Eric comes back. “No really, guys,” he says. “We need to get him rehydrated, and his amazing hole deserves a break.” “But I don’t want a break,” I say. I look at Nick. “Just keep pounding me, dude.” Nick starts to slowly remove one hand, then the other, ignoring my plea. “Naw, man. Eric’s right. You need fluids.” “I need a butt plug,” I say. “Don’t leave me empty. Not after that.” I realize now, though, that I’m so stretched-out that I probably won’t even feel the biggest plug I have. After taking two arms, it’s tough to feel full by comparison. “Shit. I don’t have a plug that’s big enough to stay in.” I really start to worry now, knowing the only thing I crave right now is to be filled. I’ll think of nothing else unless that need is satisfied. “Hang on,” Eric says. “I got you.” Nick continues his slow, steady exit from my hole. But he takes pity on me because he leaves one hand inside, moving it around a bit, seeming to enjoy the feel of my warm, wet hole engulfing him. Regardless of whether it’s for his benefit or mine, I appreciate it. He’s keeping me filled up, at least a little, while we wait for Eric to come back. After a moment, Eric enters the room carrying the largest butt plug I’ve ever seen outside a sex shop. It has a massive flange on it, so once it’s in, it’s not coming out easily. And it’s wider than any toy I’ve ever taken. It looks like it weighs more than a small child. “Think this’ll do?” Eric asks. “I got it just for you, pig. I figured you’d be insatiable, and I thought it might be time for you to move up to something impossibly big.” Before I could figure out what to say, Nick speaks. “I’ll tell you what, his hole is ready. I can feel it twitching around my hand. As soon as he laid eyes on that thing, this hole started begging.” “Let’s see how it works,” Eric said. Nick pulled out his hand and used it to slather lube all over the new toy. They poured a bit more on for good measure. Nick moved the tip of the plug toward my hole. “Hang on,” says Eric, looking at Nick. “What would you say to some more of this?” In Eric’s hand is a familiar little baggy. Nick looks surprised, but he grins. “Seriously? With the state he’s already in?” Eric smirks back. “I get it, but that’s a big toy, and besides, you heard him raking in another booty call once we’re gone. We might as well leave this dirty pig in the best condition possible.” Eric looks at me. “What do you think?” I was already smiling mischievously at the thought of getting yet another bump tonight. But when he looks at me, my eyes bug out again, without my conscious thought on my part. Eric just chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes. Prepare for blast-off,” He says. I watch as Eric opens the baggie again and tips it over, almost like he’s dumping the entire contents onto the tip of the plug.“ Nick looks surprised. “Jesus, dude. Are you sure?” Eric says, “He’ll be fine. We’re about to hydrate him, anyway. This will counteract any sobering effect the drinks have.” Nick says, “Alright, then.” He lines up the tip with the entrance to my blown-out hole. I swear I can already feel a burning sensation, and the plug isn’t even inside me. “He ya go, ya fucking pig.” Nick presses the greased-up plug into my open and eager hole. A gentle, constant pressure gets it two-thirds in without trouble. Then he slows down a bit, apparently finding resistance. “Okay, pig. Relax. Deep breaths.” I do my best to concentrate on my breathing despite being split open from below. I feel the massive plug continuing to stretch me and penetrate deeper into my guts. “Almost there,” Nick says. “Deep breath out.” I exhale slowly and loudly, just as I feel added pressure on the plug. Then I feel a bit of suction as my hole closes in around the base of the toy and locks it in place. “Oh my god,” Nick and I say. “This feels incredible. I’m so full and so open. And shit, there’s the burn. Oh, fuck guys, you’re gonna totally fuck me up.” Eric laughs at that. “Oh, right. Like you’re not already fucked up? You know you wanted more.” He’s right, so I don’t argue. They gingerly help me out of the sling so I can stretch my legs a bit and get blood flowing back to my feet. I follow them out to the kitchen, marveling at the feeling of walking with this massive toy locked inside my hole. All my attention is on my hole and the pressure it feels. If the guys are talking, I’m paying no attention. My hands roam around my crotch, my hole, and my perineum as I pace restlessly around the room. I just need to go back to getting fucked. I need more dicks inside me. I need to be a communal cumdump. After a moment, I’m startled back to reality by a bottle being held in front of my face. I look up. Nick is offering me a sports drink. “Down this,” he says. “You need the electrolytes, bad.” I chug the drink, almost in a single gulp. Nick laughs. “Well I guess the pig wasn’t just a hungry hole. He’s a thirsty hole, too!” He leaves and comes back a moment later. “Here, pig. Have another.” This one I get about halfway through before I slow down. “That’s better,” I hear Nick say. “Now take your time with the rest of it.” I take a few more sips, then set it on the table before wandering over to sit down on the couch. Once my butt hits the cushion, I realize how the frame of the couch pushes the huge butt plug further into me, lighting up my prostate. It feels amazing and distracts what little attention span I still have. I start rocking my hips back and forth, grinding my pelvis into the furniture. The depth of the penetration feels insane. “The fuck?” Nick says with a chuckle as he walks into the room. “Eric, you should come see this. Our pig here is fucking himself with his couch. Hell, he looks like he’d try to shove the whole thing up his hole if it had enough lube on it.” I’m too distracted by the pleasure signals coming from my prostate. I don’t even react to whatever Nick just said. Eric enters the room and laughs. “Yeah, he’s gone. Looks like he’d do anything we tell him to do and shove anything he can in his hole. He’s gonna be out of it for a while. You said he has someone coming over, right?” “I think so, yeah. Another top,” Nick says. “I hope the dude is seriously hung. Otherwise it’ll be like a hotdog down a hallway. I’ve never seen a fuck hole so opened up before.” Eric turns to Nick. “Alright. We should head out of here before he tries to swallow even more of our arms this time.” “Yeah, sounds good,” says Nick. “I need a nap, anyway.” Nick looks at me. “You okay if we head out?” By this point I’m bouncing up and down on the most massive toy ever to go inside my hole. I’m completely spun out, higher than I’ve ever been before. I’m staring absently at the porn playing on the screen, grunting from the butt plug’s assault and moaning when someone on the screen gets off. I’m locked in a self-feeding cycle of hedonistic pleasure, beyond the ability to respond to Nick. He nods. “Right. You’re good. I’m gonna say this to you now and hope it trickles through your brain for when you come back to earth. Remember to drink more.” My eyes flicker all around the room, eventually landing on the half-empty sports drink on the table. “Yeah, that,” Nick says. “Drink it. Okay, we’re out. Catch you later, you nasty fuck hole.”

Funny, I met a guy over his place and he had a makeshift glory hole. I could see he was a bear and had a hungry mouth and ass. ( he had ass pics on his profile) I have a dad bod so it doesn’t bother me unless a guy is really obese. He sucked my cock hard turned around and I swear it felt like his ass hole swallowed my cock! It was fantastic. He was one of the two holes I mention above. It felt like his hole molded around my cock. Needless to say that hungry hole took a couple nice wet loads from me. I’m not sure with screamed louder, me or him when I blasted deep inside!

If I were a early teen or younger today, rather than just castration, I would have gone with a puberty blocker, then full sexual reassignment surgery to convert the cock and balls into a vagina. Some surgeons can do it so that there is some lubrication from body fluid seeping into the new vagina, which should be encouraged not to close up post-op by regular toy and later real cock insertion, both of which must feel nice, even without the nice sensitivity of a bio-woman’s clitoris and vagina. Imagine feeling that as a teen. What deters many of us going through all of this beyond teen years is disturbance of established family, social or work relationships. And also the burocratic procedures of medical and psychological interviews and assessments on top of being required to live a woman for a while pre-op and to take female hormones for 6 months pe-op before a surgeon is ready to operate. The latter may turn out to not be so beneficial, as if the cock shrinks, there will be lest material to create a reasonably sized vagina. And the hassle of getting birth certificates and identity documents changed to the new sex. Some of the hurdles could be overcome if at least a surgeon can be found who will just do the op with no special pre-op procedures and with no questions asked, if there is such a competent surgeon somewhere. Many of us would go for that. All this explains why many transgirls who would love to have a woman’s body end up staying in practice with the bodily functions they had when born, choosing to remaining limited to anal and oral sex. Even if a surgeon creates a nice reasonably functional clitiroris and vagina, the female experience is limited: less pleasure-giving nerves to be stimulated, no menstruation, ovulation, pregnancy (planned or not), childbirth. But having 3 holes for sex must be lovely.

That’s one of my ultimate fantasies. As a submissive cumdump, I really don’t need to cum. I enjoy having a bare cock massaging my prostrate way more than me beating myself. I tried chastity but maybe my cock is too small, can never find a cage that fits or I get blue balls. So maybe I should just castrate myself. I’m curious though, for people who have taken the step forward, how do other tops find this? I feel like many tops don’t even enjoy boys in chastity

Chapter 5: Just Say Gay. A few days later my friend called, and invited me over, but said no experimenting as his dad was home. He just thought we should talk some. I agreed. This time I found him at the pool with swim trunks on, and no cigarette in his mouth. This must be serious I thought. He started by saying that he thought about our previous question about experimenting or being gay. He said he kinda changed his mind, and was thinking that yes we were experimenting, but well on the road to becoming gay. I asked him why he thought that, and he explained that he was really turned on by seeing his father naked in the shower. Not only that, but he was always excited when the two of us got together. Even in his baggy trunks, I could see he was getting hard, and so was I. I added that he also said he didn't get hard with his female encounter, and he said yes that's another reason why he thought was at least on the road to gay. I asked him if he thought that was wrong, and he said that's what society would have you believe, but after doing some research, he found there were many gay people out there, both male and female, but they had to live their sex lives private. I admitted to him that after him telling me about his step dad fingering his hole in shower, I thought it was hot and tried it. He laughed and said so did he. At the same time we asked each other if we came hands free. At the same time we both said yes. He then asked me if I was up for more in depth experimenting. I said yes, but not sure what gay guys do. He said sane as straight people, but just up the ass. I said I wasn't still sure, but I'd think about it. He said he felt the same way, and happy I wanted to think about it first. I suggested we both take the first step, and consider us gay. At the same time, we said GAY and high fived each other. We then jumped in the pool and it was pretty innocent. We both fondled each other's cocks under our suits. Surprisingly to us both, I kissed him on the lips, and looked into his eyes saying gay! He smiled and kissed me back, saying gay! Of course I went home and jacked off a load as I'm sure he did.

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I am officially now a Eunuch! About this time yesterday I was in recovery after my castration. Physically feel okay , mentally feel terrific. Will post pictures when bandages come off.

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