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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.

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

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?

My husband of 14 years is very tame and I could never introduce someone I love to the party scene. I’ve been the biggest hoe I can be but he has learned to accept it. although we’re open and honest I love hearing him playing video games or cooking dinner upstairs while I’m spun af getting loudly gangbanged in the basement playroom. Which is as often as possible.

Love to eat out your hole

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.

Unfortunately i have had three outpatient procedures for HPV, it has not been a fun journey. The first was to repair a fissure, but the second surgeon told me no, it was actually HPV. I have to go every six months, and if I am having problems in that area sometimes they can treat it with a compound ointment, if not, she has had to go in and remove them surgically. I never knew there was a vaccine for HPV, and I happened to get it in one of the most painful areas possible. At this point in my life, they can make me "comfortable", but it will always be there. Fissures and HPV can ruin, or rather curtail, your sex life depending on what your interests are. I watch TV at night and see how you can now be vaccinated against HPV, but there is that disclaimer at the bottom of the screen saying it does not cure HPV and they want people 45 and under to consider getting vaccinated. I have always been pro-active about my health and had I known there was a vaccine, I would have taken it. My infectious disease specialist never mentioned it to me. I suppose I should have done my homework but I never really heard much about HPV until 2020. By that time I was already infected. So, all you guys out there who are not vaccinated, please get the situation taken care of. Get vaccinated. One less thing to worry about if you get it done early.....

Swallow. Always swallow. I can't imagine sucking a beautiful dick. Tasting the sweet precum. Feel him start to tense up. Then it happens. The thing you were waiting for. He cums. The first shot is a dribble. Just enough to get a taste. But the second shot is powerful. It slams into the back of your mouth. He fills your mouth with his hot nectar... I can't imagine that happening and not swallowing everything I'm given.

You need to work on straightening the colon. Try getting some narrow, flexible toys that are long enough to gently curve round. Once you can manage that you can use slightly wider and more solid toys to open up your 2nd hole.

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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@Carlos1881Funny you should use the “white knight” wording. I just had that realization with a family member and that exact phrase came to me. I’m a good position and have helped out with some financial issues for a family member until I found out that throwing good money after bad doesn’t help and only pisses me off… so I’ve decided to spend the money on myself and enjoy it. I’ll be sending postcards and pics from my trip to them.

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.

Out of curiosity, why would you want this? Like every other creative endeavor potentially under threat economically from the potential of AI content generation, this seems like a way to marginalize actual human beings trying to make income from producing genuine depictions of genuine human beings, and can’t be a good thing for the industry. In addition, if we thought porn up til now has had a seriously negative impact in skewing our view of what normal, healthy make human bodies look like, and what human sexuality is like, what happens when AI starts churning out paragons of masculine “perfection” -because it can- exclusively? What happens when all our images start looking like the samples above? None of us will resemble that “reality”. Earlier today I happened to glance at a feed from an adult video industry blog that talked about new talent and new releases, etc., and I found that not one bit of it interested me at all. I had to study on it a minute to think why none of those men depicted, or their scenarios, was at all stimulating. Then I realized - they were all perfect. Perfectly groomed, perfectly lit, perfectly posed, not a blemish on anyone’s skin. And the stories were totally contrived; they were plastic people doing plastic things. In short, none of them seemed at all real. And that was the result using actual people, handpicked for physique and looks, then visually doctored to create a specific illusion - what, then, when the whole thing gets turned over to the machines? Because it will, you know. Because Ai doesn’t require contracts or age verification or identity checking, and it doesn’t have to worry about getting STDs or overdosing, and there’s no drama. Because instead of having to hire a model and a cameraman and a lighting technician and schedule a shoot, you just have to type some commands into the computer and Hey! Presto! Porn! Sooo cheap. Frankly, now that Pandora’s box of smut has been opened, I don’t know that it can be shut, but is this really what we want? I think the far more compelling material is already among us - just go to the “Show Us Your Holes” thread, and look at the incredible, spectacular, gorgeous, delicious variety if real men, blemishes and all. I defy you to match it with AI.

Here's a decent article on it: https://www.everydayhealth.com/hpv/what-are-hpv-16-18/ It's unlikely to affect your sex life appreciably, as nearly everyone either has HPV or has been vaccinated. It does increase your risk of cancer (anal or penile) and it's probably a good idea to monitor that, which you can do by getting a pap smear periodically.

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!

Or - - - a lot of us with PAs are versatile and like to fuck with it AND get fucked with one! Luv the feeling - boTh ways!

Have I missed something? Since when is not swallowing an option? You trying to tell me that people spit it out? I mean that's so rude

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.

I’d like to be spun hard and submissive with a group of guys in a basement playroom. All the guys tell me to get into the sling and my legs go up and get strapped in. Then, the host gives me a shot of G and I enter ecstasy and my hole gets worked with an assortment of different sized toys…then the host shows me 4 toothbrushes taped together and me plunges it my gaping fleshy hole. The friction hurts so good. When he’s done he shoves the bloody toothbrush in my mouth and tells me my life is about to change. At that point I am ravaged and bred by every guest he invited and more keep walking into the door. By the morning I am completely soaked in sweat, my ass is on fire and there is a puddle of bloody cum on the floor underneath me…I have been converted.

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.

Am so glad you lived to tell the tale, as well as your many other great posts. It took a lot of guts to not jump on AZT back then. Sadly, being on it negated the ability to go on the new "cocktails" when they came out.

That’s disgusting and disturbing really....