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John and Michael, William and James, Robert and David, Joseph and Christopher are couples who meet on the first Thursday of every month. What they all have in common is that they are all poz. The meetings started many years ago. In the beginning, the group was sort of a men's own poz support group, but over the years the group's activities have changed. Today, men gather to celebrate poz pride. Men are united not only by HIV, but also by the fact that they are all more tops than bottoms. They have rotating organizing responsibility in the group. This month it's John and Michael's organizing responsibility. John and Michael have been together for 13 years. Michael is the couple's vers. and John is 100% top. At first, John and Michael were in a monogamous relationship, but Michael's cheating was revealed when he infected John with Chlamydia. As a result of the event, the couple opened up their relationship to other sexual partners. It was clear from day one that the fucking would always take place without rubber, and before long Michael got HIV, which infected John six months later. The couple's responsibility for organizing is to get a bottom for the meeting. In the group, all the fucking is done raw and the hope is that the bottom would be negative and unmedicated. All couples are medicated normally, but usually the medicines are left on a break for the Thursday meetings. John and Michael found this month's bottom in their own backyard. 25-year-old Eric, who lives next door to them. John and Michael paid attention to Eric when they noticed him always coming to the balcony when John and Michael were sunbathing on their own balcony. John and Michael always wore tiny speedos that showed off their big bulges. One day John bumped into Eric in the yard and started talking to Eric. Soon, Eric came over to John and Michael's place to drink wine and talk some more. Eric was a perfect find! 100% bottom with very little sex experience. Eric had just broken up with his first boyfriend, with whom Eric had been in a relationship for three years. The relationship had not worked because both boys had been more of a bottom. Eric visited John and Michael to talk almost every night. Little by little, John and Michael always told more about the beauty of free and raw sex. They noticed how Eric became more horny time after time. John and Michael also deliberately teased Eric with bulges and showing Eric their biohazard tattoos. Eric was hooked. John and Michael were sure they could get Eric to reveal his unmedicated hole to men right away if they wanted to. Instead, they wanted to save Eric's unprotected hole for the Thursday club. The night before the club meeting, John and Michael told Eric about the club. The men said that the positive men's Thursday club meets once a month to fuck raw. They told everything else honestly, but not that Eric would be the only bottom of the night. - What do you think, do you want to come spend the evening with us? I'm sure our friends would like you very much. Remember that the Thursday group is only among men and no one uses any kind of protection. As it should be, persuaded John.

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 2 - Eric's Insemination A positive men's Thursday club was organized at John and Michael's home. John had agreed with Eric that he would send the message when everyone else had arrived and Eric could come. John met Eric at the door and took him by the hand and led him into the living room. In addition to John and Michael, there were 6 unknown men in the living room. Very quickly Eric realized that John and Michael were clearly the youngest of the couple. The other men were clearly older than 35-year-old John and Michael, and one couple was the oldest. Maybe even 70 years old. John introduced men to Eric and Eric to men. Eric noticed how the men visibly rubbed the bulge in their pants during the presentation. - Now that we are familiar, we can also make a closer acquaintance. Eric, how about you undress in front of us so we can all see your young body, said Michael. Eric undressed himself, first socks, shirt, pants. The men sitting around nodded and commented approvingly. Eric felt shy and hesitated to remove his underwear. John tossed Eric the white jockstraps and said that Eric could wear them if being completely naked made him shy. Eric grabbed the jockstraps and rushed into John and Michael's bedroom to change his underwear. Soon Eric came back into the living room wearing the jockstraps John had thrown. The men stared lustfully at the young meat. - Eric, you could get to know each member of the club better now, urged John. Eric went to the first man and held out his hand. The man grabbed Eric's hand and guided it directly to his own bulge. "Open it," the man growled. Eric got down on his knees in front of the man and began to unbutton and unzip. Soon the man's hard, thick and sweaty cock was standing hard in front of Eric. The man guided Eric's head with his hand towards the cock and between Eric's open lips. "Oh my god, the young lad's mouth feels so good," said the man. Taking turns, Eric ceremoniously opened the front of each man's pants, getting to know each of the eight cocks. Eight different types of cocks: thick, long, curvy, cut, fat, uncut, pierced... The men were now all undressed and Eric could only see cocks standing hard around him. And dangerous looking tattoos. Michael got up from the ottoman he had been sitting on and pushed it into the middle of the room. Come on, negative boy, get on all fours on that ottoman and show us your lovable ass. Shyly, Eric settled on the ottoman pushed in the middle of the room for the men to worship. John waved two used condoms in his hand and said that he had picked them up in the morning at a nearby cruise park. John sucked the fluids out of the condoms with a syringe and squirted the unknown men's loads into Eric's pink hole. Who wants to start, asked John. In the blink of an eye, William, the oldest member of the club, rushed behind Eric and said "me"! The sight of a young innocent and unprotected ass had made 75 year old William's balls boil. He wanted to empty his first load inside so it wouldn't go to waste. William worked his swollen cock straight into the balls deep. Eric moaned in pain as a horny William began pounding Eric's young ass. Within minutes, Eric could feel William's cock throbbing inside Eric and squirting fresh sperm into Eric's ass. When William had calmed down for a while, Michael handed William a permanent marker, with which William drew the first line on Eric's buttock. A new cock was inserted into Eric as William moved to Eric's front and inserted his cock into Eric's mouth to be cleaned. For the next few hours, Eric's ass was hammered non-stop, mouth cleaning one spermy cock after another. In the end, there were 17 lines on Eric's butt, which meant that Eric had received 17 hot loads up his ass. Eric had gotten more cock up his ass in a few hours than he had in his entire life combined. Eric was lying on his back on the ottoman and Michael was holding Eric's legs on either side of Eric's head. The hole was wide open and sperm was pouring out. William's mate James licked and sucked Eric's hole and collected the sperm flowing from the hole in his mouth. Finally, James snowballed cum into Eric's mouth. You are such a lovely innocent cumdump, James complimented Eric. You need to tell us right now if you catch it the first time, James continued.

I had today off so decided to take as many anon loads as I could find starting at around 3 this afternoon. I'm definitely a no loads refused anon cumdumpster type, so headed to Sniffies and BBRT to find whatever I could find. Never saw any of them. My setup is right inside my front door, towel on the ground, hand towel beside that with lube and poppers on it. I ask the guys to give me a five minute warning as their approaching and then get on the towel, face down, ass up and put my blind fold on. The guys walk in, find me there in the mostly dark hallway, and either completely take off their pants/clothes or just unzip their pants/shorts enough to fuck me. Some spit and shove, others use a bit of love. Some of them notice that I've already got loads in there so just shove in dry. Today, in 6 hours, I took 11 anon loads at home. Never saw a single guy, only saw a few pictures of the dicks online before they were breeding me. Like I said, no loads refused so as long as they were willing to show up, I took their load. Just by feeling I could tell I had some olders and younger dudes, some fit dudes, some unift dudes. Fucking loved every one. I've done this a few times now (though not 11 loads, more like 4-6) and I've figured out how to time it between guys if you happen to have two that want to come at the same time. It takes a max of 10 minutes for dudes to show up, get their dicks out, and shoot their loads and often times it's under 5 minutes. I fucking love it when dudes barely pull down their pants and dump their load super fast - makes me feel like more of a cumdump, Great day

YEP it's Two For Tuesday! Chapter 12: The Talk We sat down and took a big swig of our drink, when Marc just said "well?" I told him there was a good reason that I didn't breed him, and I hope that he wasn't mad at me. I kissed him, and caressed his hair, telling him that i was positive. Marc pulled back somewhat with a look of suprise on his face. He was speechless for a few minutes as he chugged the remainder of his drink, and got up to pour another one. When he got back, all he could say was "what? How?" I said well i think you know the how part. He didn't find that funny however. I told him our experimenting lit my sexual fire. I continued by saying I wanted to take that experimenting to the next level, but somehow it didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time. He agreed saying he felt the same way. He then asked why now though? I told him it wasn't to gift him, but I knew we had more to explore. I explained that I knew he did too, and reminded me that he was the one to invite me to visit, and I'm sure he wanted more experience also. He nodded his head in agreement. Marc then began to ask me questions, starting off by asking me if I knew who pozzed me, and if it was something that I desired. I explained that it was an older man, and we had taken a great deal of time discussing the possibility. I told him my appetite for sex was crazy, and came to the conclusion that it would be even more so if I was poz. Marc then asked another bombshell question. Do you want to poz me. Of course I got up and poured 2 strong drinks, giving me time to come up with an answer. When I returned I looked Marc in the eyes and simply said if I had wanted to poz him, I would have dropped my load up his ass. I explained that i hadnt been poz for a long period of time, and it was likely my demon seed was very potent. Marc put his head on my shoulder, and started to cry. I stroked his hair saying it's alright babe. I continued by saying that as our sexual awakening started with us, I thought he should know. Marc said his tears were tears of joy, and not anger. He continued to say he wasn't joyful that I had become poz, but if I was happy, so was he. Marc then said he had so many questions, and I said fire away. He started by asking what all I had done? I simply said it's easier to tell you what I haven't done! First of all ive never done drugs. Sex was enough of a high for me. I told him I had been gang banged, double penetrated and even had my ass brushed to help the virus enter my body. I then turned the tables and asked him the same question. He said he hadn't really done much. Mostly give or receive oral. I asked why not, and he said it was difficult meeting guys he didn't really know. He explained that it was easy with me as we knew each other. He said hosting was also an issue for most college students there, but obviously now it would be alot easier. Marc then asked me what my friends and family thought about me being poz. I explained that he was my only true friend back home, but now had many friends who led me on my journey to becoming poz. Surely enough he asked about my parents. He added having a new step dad must have made it tough. I started by saving that my mom didn't know, but indirectly she played a role in it happening. Yep time for another swift drink before I told him my new step dad was the one that infected me. Marc smiled and said another drink? This is going to be interesting! I took a big swig and blurted out that it was my new step dad that infected me. Marc spit out the drink that he just had. He said he knew we were fucking each other, but had no idea my step dad was poz. I told him we had a very loving relationship, and that he let me decide, and would love me regardless of my ultimate decision. I told him about our undetectable pozzing party and after that, I decided I wanted to become poz, but only by my step dad. By now we were both hard as a rock, and slipped into the 69 position. Marc was super excited and sucked my cock like never before. Just as I was about to cum, he said feed me your poison seed! And that I did!

Chapter 11: Rum Makes You Wanna Cum We got back to the dorm, and I poured us both drinks. I poured mine like 3 times as strong as Marc's. I was honestly freaking out about what i was about to tell him, and I didn't want to cloud his mind with alcohol to hear it. Of course we got naked and started to eat our pizza. Marc said he couldn't wait to feel my Pepperoni exploding inside him. Time for me to have another strong drink! When we finished the pizza, Marc got up standing with his ass directly in my face, and said he was ready for a creamy desert. I buried my tongue deep in his hole, as he begged me to breed him. I was reluctant but I so wanted to breed him, and told him to ride my bare cock. Marc jumped on my lap, and it wasn't long before he started bouncing up and down on my poisonous cock. As I thought I was getting close to cumming, I told him to get into the doggy position. After a few minutes, I could feel my aching ball sack starting to pull up, knowing I was close to coming. Although I hate seeing it in porns, I pulled out and shot a huge load on Marc's back. Knowing that sperm typically dies within a few minutes outside of the body it was not likely that I could infect him, so I rubbed my cock I'm my cum, and shoved it up his ass. Needless to say, Marc was a bit disappointed. After I pulled out, we embraced each other and started to deeply kiss each other. He pulled away, looking me in the eyes and asked why i didn't cum in him. I suggested we have another drink, and I'd explain. This time I made both of our drinks super strong, knowing Marc would either be shocked or angry with what I was about to tell him.

Let me get this straight - you go to the trouble of prepping to cumdump, and drive yourself to the cruising spot, so you’re there, and then you sit in your car for two hours and torture yourself with fear of rejection? My first inclination is to say ‘Don’t be a pussy’, but in the context, that’s terrible advice. So we’ll go with this: 1. Ask yourself, What’s the worst possible outcome if you were to get out of your car and cruise? Answer: You go home unfucked. Well, by not getting out of your car, you guarantee that worst possible result every time. Quit self-fulfilling your own prophecy of doom. 2. You’re afraid you won’t be good enough for someone to want to fuck? Guess what’s going through the mind of everyone else there. The exact same thing, to one level or another. Men are very vulnerable when it comes to sex, and incredibly insecure. Anyone you walk past likely has doubts. By going and making yourself available, and showing some guys that hey, they actually can score an ass, you may help someone else get over the same self-doubt. This happens with me all the time. 3. You’re afraid you’re ‘not good enough’ for some people. The reality is, you’re not good enough for some people. For some people, nobody’s good enough, because they’re looking for an unrealistic fantasy person, not a real person. There’s nothing you can do about those people. For other people, you’re better than nothing. For others, you’re exactly what they’re looking for. For others, they can’t believe they found someone so perfect for them. There’s no accounting for taste, but the one thing you can be certain of is that people with different tastes are going to pass. 4. You fear rejection so badly that you can’t get out of your car, but in fact, no one is rejecting you because they haven’t had a chance - you’ve already completely rejected yourself. You’re the one doing the rejecting. You’re the one saying you don’t measure up. You’re the one saying no one wants you. It’s all you. This is very, very pernicious negative self-talk, and it may be that you would benefit from some professional help in figuring out what maladaptive cognitive processes are driving this. If you can force yourself out of the car, however, it is possible that experiences that contradict the narrative you tell yourself in your head may help you stop those thoughts in future.

Chapter 12 After school Jake makes his way home. As he drives home he thinks of how proud his dad will be of him having collected so many loads throughout the day. He arrives home, thinking his father is not there. He prepares to present himself to him. As he enters the living room his father is seated calmly in a chair. “Hello son, I’ve been waiting for you”, Jason says. “Dad! I didn’t expect you to be home so early.” Jake states somewhat startled. “I know”, he says with a half smile and then instructs Jake to follow him as he heads to the bedroom. Jake follows his father. When they arrive at his father bedroom, Jake is surprise to see others there. On the bed is an unknown young man with an athletes build naked except for a blindfold over his eyes and a jockstrap. He is laying on his back. On the floor are military fatigues, leading Jake to believe he’s from the near by military base. Tyler is also there tying the strangers wrists to bedposts. Jake’s dick begins to stir as his dad comes up behind him and whispers in his ear, “Tyler found this soldier on Grindr. He’s seems like a hungry little slut. We are going to have you fuck him. You have to learn to spread your seed once you covert”. Jake’s mind grows excited and curious. He’s only bottomed up until this point but has been curious about topping and goes wild at the thought of spreading his toxic seed once he converts. His father begins kissing his neck from behind as he undressed his son. They make their way slowly to the bed. At the edge of the bed Tyler kneels down, pulls down Jake's pants and releases Jake’s budging dick from his jockstrap and begins sucking it, getting it nice and wet. His father tweaks his sons erect nipples. Jake is in ecstasy. Within minutes Jake’s large dick is rock hard. Tyler pulls off Jake’s dick and turns his attention to the soldier on the bed, kissing and licking him all over his muscular chest and abs. The solider moans and his skins becomes covers in goose bumps. “Eat out his hole!” Jason instructs Jake. Jake pulls the strangers legs backs apart exposing the young man’s hairy hole. Jake bends down and inhales the musky smell of sweat and cum. Jake doesn’t believe that the stranger has been fucked by his father or Tyler yet so is excited to find the strangers cummy hole and licks the man’s crack, Lightly at first but then spreading it wide open, letting the cum leak out and then digging in and feasting on the strangers hairy man ass. Intoxicated, Jake’s cock grows harder and harder. His large member aches as if all the blood has concentrated itself on his dick. His cock now oozing a constant flow of precum Unable to control himself he gets up, lines his dick up with the young stranger’s hairy hole and pushes in. “Fuuuuccckkkk!” Jake yells out at he feels the ecstasy of his first man cunt wrapping around his massive dick. Jakes muscles tense up as he enters accentuating his athletic frame. “That’s my boy!” “Yeah! Fuck his hole!” Tyler and Jason both cheer him on. “Mmmmmmm”, the slutty solider moans accepting Jake’s cock in his well used hole Jake fucks him deeper and deeper until his bottoms out in the soldiers hole. He then starts fucking him with long deeps strokes, savoring the sight of his huge cock flowing in and out of the strangers cummy hole. Tyler positions his head by Jake’s dick as he’s fucking and says, “let me taste the that cummy solider hole on that dick stud.” Jake then pulls out and goes back and forth letting Tyler suck his cock and then fucking the stranger. Jake’s father helps build up his son’s massive load by tweaking his nipples As Jake’s balls fill to capacity, he focuses on the soldier muscle ass and begins fucking him faster and faster. Realizing Jake can only last so much longer Tyler and Jake begin encouraging him. “Time to breed his hole son!” “Seed that man cunt!” Jake sweating profusely, can hold back no longer, “FUUUUUCCCKKK! I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ CUM!” Every muscles in his body tenses as he begins to flood the young strangers hole with his seed. The soldier winces in pain and pleasure as Jake slams ropes of cum in his hole over and over again. In disbelief Jake pulls out his steel hard cock to find that his cock is still shooting cum after 15 solid seconds. He slams is back in, nearly knocking the wind out of the solider and shouts, “I’M STILL CUMMING! FUCK! I’M STILL FUCKING CUMMING IN THIS SLUT’S HOLE!”. Jake completely drains his balls and collapses on the still blindfolded soldier. Sweat dripping from his body and breathing like his has just completed a marathon. Tyler and Jason stoke their cocks so turned on by what they have just witnessed. Jake takes a second to come down off his orgasm. He looks down at the base of his dick buried ball deep. The stranger’s hole is completely flooded, cum oozing out everywhere. He slowly pulls out his still hard cock and cum continues to drip from his dick and the soldier’s hole. He relaxes on the bed a minute and continues to catch his breath. “That’s my boy!” Jason exclaims grabbing his son’s shoulder tightly and maneuvering himself between the soldiers legs. “Now it’s time for things to get REAL!” Jason states with is tone becoming more serious, “You’ve had my son’s dick now it time you get daddy’s dick”. With that Jason jabs three fingers in the soldiers hole gently scratching at his insides with his fingernails causing the solider to wince. “Fuck son, you got his cunt nice and sloppy for me didn’t you? I’m not gonna last long …” Jason pauses and insert the full length of his monster cock inside the wet hole and then continues “…. Before i shoot my POZ load!” “Wait! What!” Are the first words uttered by the stranger and he begins to struggle. “Hold his fag down and shut him up!”, he instructs Tyler as he slams his dick ball deep into his wretched hole. Tyler does as he’s told but The soldier continues to struggle. “Put up a fight” Jason begins “only makes me harder you cunt!”. With that Jason spits On the soldiers face. Jason’s dick grows harder and harder as continues to fuck the strangers at a furious pace. The idea of fucking in his son’s cum sends him in into a frenzy. He grabs the soldier by the neck and brutally pounds his hole. Jake’s dad holds on as long as he can but before long his balls start churning. “I’m gonna fuckin’ shoot my toxic seed in your cunt whore!” Jason yells before pounding his poz seed in the strangers guts. The soldiers muscles tense as he is choked and flooded with cum. As Jason releases his grip the solider gasps for air. Jason pulls out and gestures for Tyler to get inside the soldier’s sloppy hole. Tyler quickly inserts himself. As he does that he goes down and kisses the soldier on the mouth and begin to take off the blindfold. The muscular soldier sees for the first time the hairy muscle god fucking him deep and sees the hot father and son pair that have just fucked him, their cocks still glistening with cum. So turned on by the sight of these gorgeous men fucking him he wraps his legs tight around Tyler. “You ready for your second poz load?” Tyler asks. The soldier nods with a dirty grin. The soldier’s cock inflates in his jock as he’s fucked. Since he’s still tied up, Jake decides to help him out and slip the soldiers cock out the side of the jock, spits on his hand and starts stoking him. His dick already slick with pre cum , the soldier is completely erect in no time, exhibiting his 8 inch cock in all its glory. He moans like a whore as he’s fucked and stoked, his balls working up a massive load. The soldier quivers and uncontrollably utters, “ fuck! I’m gonna shoot with your poz cock deep inside me ” “Fuck yeah! Show me what a faggot you are!” Tyler exclaims as he pounds it home. With that the soldier begins shooting jets of cum all over his face and body. This sends Tyler over the edge and unleashes his venom in deep the strangers bowels. After Tyler and the soldier come down off their orgasm, they untie the soldier and they collapse on the bed make outing with each other still dazed from the hot fuck session.

Chapter 10: Torn and Tattered Jimmy told Marc to get an old towel to put on the bed, as he had never fucked a guy that hadn't bled before from his PA. Jimmy retrieved the towel. As he was walking to get the towel, i kissed Jimmys scorpoin tat, telling hom how much i wanted his seed in me. After Marc came back with the towel, draped over his rock hard cock I got into the doggy position. Jimmy said we would start that way, but suggested that I ride him until I was use to his cock. He warned me that after I had adjusted, we'd change positions and I'd get the fucking of my life. Marc positioned his cock under my face to suck him, but I told Marc I was afraid I might bite his cock so don't be suprised if I took my mouth off of it. Jimmy started slowly by rubbing his zero quage PA on my hole. My metal butt plug was still in, and he cranked his PA on it several times before pulling my plug out. Marc's cum started oozing from my ass, and Jimmy slipped the head of his cock in me. I winced in pain, and Marc quickly removed his cock from my mouth. He moved down some so my face was resting on his stomach. He ran his hands through my hair, telling me he knew how much I wanted Jimmy's cock and it would be alright. Jimmy got his 10+ inches about half way in, before he suggested I ride him. Although I thought I could take more doggy, I agreed. I could feel his PA rubbing the inside of my ass, and knew it would be ripping my insides up when he became agressive. Jimmy sat on the bed, and I mounted his cock. I took it slow until it got a little deeper than he was doggy. At that point, I said what the fuck, and sat on his cock until it was balls to the wall. Jimmy was impressed saying no other guy had done that before. I rested a bit to get use to his cock. Having taken the twins before, it wasn't as bad as I expected. I quickly started bouncing up and down on Jimmy's toxic cock, knowing his PA would tear up my ass, introducing a new strain into my body. Jimmy was impressed and told me to get off his cock, and lay on my stomach. I was barely on my stomach when he buried his cock to the base in me. Jimmy said he didn't like subs who tried to control sex, and he was in control now. Jimmy added I was just a hole to use for his pleasure. He then grabbed me by the thoat, almost strangling me and said take my cock bitch. He let go of my throat, ordering me to tell him how much I wanted his charged load. I was worried that Marc might pick up on what he said, but perhaps it was a way to open a conversation with Marc. I decided to go with the flow and said give me your charged seed. Jimmy gave me his charged seed, and as he pulled out, it was apparent that his PA had ripped my ass up good. Marc had been stroking the entire time, and had already shot a load on his stomach. Jimmy ordered Marc to clean his bloody cock, and although Marc was hesitant, he did. Jimmy then put his clothes on saying he had someone else who was brave enough to take his cock, and he had to leave. After he left, Marc and I got on the bed, and made out. Marc said he'd always fantasized about having a rough fuck like that, but reminded me that I said we needed to talk about something before I planted my seed in him. I said yes we did, but as we had already finished the bottle of Jack, we should go get more liquor, and perhaps a pizza to bring back to the room. Marc agreed saying he thought I could use some food after that session. We headeded to the liquor store first, and instead of Jack, we got some rum. Afterall as I reminded Marc, rum makes you wanna cum! When we got to the pizza joint, Marc suggested we get Pepperoni as it would be a Pepperoni session after.

Been talking with this dude on Sniffies but timing never worked, until today. I left my door unlocked and waited ass up and blindfolded. He arrived, and I heard him pull his cock out and lube it up. He dragged his dick against my hole, just plopping the head in and out in a tease. After a few seconds of that, though, he slammed it all the way in with one stroke that made me scream. I knew he was 7”, which is a length I can deal with easily, but his pics hadn’t done justice to how thick he was. He chuckled when I yelled and said “yeah it’s thicker than it looks”, while pushing me down so I was flat on my bed and his body was pinning me down, unable to move. His cock somehow slid even deeper, his balls against mine. With no mercy, he began to fuck me. He used different techniques, sometimes going fast and hard, other times slowly stroking in and out of me in a way that made the lips of my hole scream. I knew he was gaping me. I quickly became a mess - it was painful but also amazing as he kept hitting the right spot, and the entire time I was a mix of screams and moans and begging him to go harder. Every time he stroked in and out slowly I whined from the intensity. After about 20 minutes of this, he slammed balls deep and I felt the pulse of his cock and the warmth of his seed as he flooded my guts with cum. His body collapsed on my back as he held his cock in me, shooting his load until he was fully empty. When he didn’t pull out after a few minutes, I wondered if he was going to go for a second load (and would’ve been happy to take it); but instead, after a little bit, I felt the familiar sensation of liquid warmth inside that told me he was taking a piss inside me. We hadn’t talked about this, which only made it hotter for me. As soon as he was done pissing, he started fucking me again. This time he came quicker, but the obscene sounds from my hole and the wet mess that was coming from it made it even hotter and when he came I once again felt every squirt of cum. Satisfied, he pulled out and replaced his cock with the butt plug I’d left on the bed next to me, then zipped up and left without another word. He texted me after on Sniffies that he’s free again tomorrow. So now I’m laying in bed, with two of his loads and what feels like a gallon of his piss plugged up and I cannot fucking wait to let him use me again.

This is a complete work of fiction I do not know the names of the bathhouse but I do know it is there It had been weeks since L742 had come to the facility and I have pozzed up and helped modify many slaves since then but I was curious to see how L742 had been doing since it was hauled away to its new owners. I looked at the shipping records and saw the bathhouse that bought him was here in Orlando Florida. It was only an hour away from my farm so I decided to drop in and see it. When I got to the bathhouse I went up to the counter and asked the attendant if it was possible to speak with the owner if they were in. The attendant looked me up and down and licked his lips. "Well you're in luck sir mr Walters happened to be here tonight for his routine inspection so if you would wait right here I will get him. He took another look at me before leaving the counter and in moments he walked back through the entrance door with a very handsome man. We shook hands and I introduced myself and told him I came into town curious as to the slave he had purchased. He looked at me in shock realizing I was the one who had trained their slave and who pozzed it which shortly turned into a wide grin. Kyle, this man here is to never be charged when he comes to mark him in our system so anyone who is on shift will know when they run his ID that he has a forever free membership and room here with us. Kyle smiled and complied with a look of lust when he looked at me and I knew he wanted me. Once that was settled Mr Walters walked me through and started to show me around. I could see that he paid no expense with the lounges, the pool, hot tub and the many rooms throughout the bathhouse. Mr Walters tell me what has become of L742? Please call me Jack, no need to be so formal not when it is I that is standing before slave royalty. Well Jack just call me Ethan. I will leave it to the slaves and others to treat me as much. Jack laughed and started to take me to the back of the bathhouse where I could see an employee only sign. When Jack opened it I could see it standing chained to its cage. It heard the door open and immediately went to its knees and lowered its head as a slave should when its betters and owners arrived. L742 had some more modifications done to it. Jack added gauge piercings to its ears and many more to its sack making it look like a pincushion. A collar was added around its neck with the name Cum Garage on the tag hanging from it. I was even pleased to see as I walked behind it that its new name was also tattooed as a tramp stamp with arrows pointing to its cum chute. I whistled and said wow Cum Garage you've come a long way in the three weeks haven't you? It shivered which made me smile seeing it hasn't forgotten me and remembers the sound of my voice. Jack snapped his fingers and Cum Garage stood in his cage with his hands clasped behind its head. Two more snaps and it bent over and spread its ass showing me an amazing biohazard brand on its hole which made me smile. I looked at Jack and he nodded to me, handing me the keys to its cage. I opened its cage and I unlocked the chains and it walked out and imeadly got to its knees and started to unbutton my pants and pull my cock out and started to suck it. I was in shock after knowing how this slave was before being sent here and I looked at Jack and he explained that Cum Garage was a bit to handle at first but after a time with their workers extra training he became a well managed slave giving no issues to being used as a pleasure slave. I reached and shook his hand congratulating him on a job well done. We chatted for a bit longer and in that time Cum Garage took it up on its self and impaled it's ass on my cock and took it to the hilt. I moaned when I felt my balls hit its ass and Jack smiled happy to see his slave taking care of me. I came in it's ass and no sooner after Cum Garage slid off my cock it bent down to clean me off and Jack grabbed a spiked butt plug and shoved it right up its ass. Once finished it stepped back into its cage and I walked out with Jack saying how impressed I was and asked if Cum Garage was his only slave here. Jack said there were four others and they were all being used in the dark room at the moment and I was more than welcome to add my strain to them as this was Poz night and he would be honored to have me as the guest of honor. I asked why Cum Garage wasn't being used and Jack said that he used it as a lottery drawing for it to be brought home by the winner for 3 days so he wanted to keep him aside until the drawing at midnight. I loved that idea and decided that I would stay here for the night to see how the night ended and Jack showed me to my room. Once at the door Jack told me he would love it if I also added my strain to his as well and I asked the same with a smile he said yes and we both walked in and got fully naked. Jack was a sexy man ripped with muscle. He was covered in tattoos as well with each on accenting to his muscles and making him even hotter than he was before. His cock was fully hard and his precum was dripping from his massive 8 inch cock with a large PA dangling at his head We started making our fiercely and exploring each other's bodies and before long I took his cock into my mouth to the root in one gulp as he picked me up and swung me upside down so we could 69. It was so hot and we got the attention of many guys who stood at the door watching us and stroking their cocks. After 10 minutes of sucking we both decided it was time to fuck. Jack laid me on the bed and lifted my legs up and started to eat my ass like it was his last meal coating my insides making them sloppy wet causing my eyes to roll in my head. Jack pulled up from my ass and aimed his poz tool at my hole and in one thrust he was in balls deep making me moan in nothing but pure pleasure and making me see stars. He took long strokes pulling all the way out and shoving it back in with enough force to shove the bed Everytime. We looked in each other's eyes and started to make out again as he pile drives in my ass. Jack broke the kiss to tell me he was about to mix in his strain and started to find me harder and harder. On his last huge plunge in my ass he stayed there as I squeezed my ass hard to add to the pleasure of his orgasm. I could feel each pulse of cum coming from him and as soon as he pulled out with a pop I grabbed him and flipped him over and started to give him the same treatment he gave me. We were both panting and sweaty after I came in him and pulled out after adding my strain to his and we laid there for a few minutes. Jack got up first after seeing that the drawing was going to be happening in 3 more hours. He kissed me once more and told me to go enjoy myself and he would see me later. Part 3 or no part 3?

Made a connection with a guy on Grindr. Hate to say it, but it was a typical low-budget kind of hookup. He was in a flea-bag motel. Hooked up Wed night, he just laid there for a long time while I sucked him hard. Without a comment, he pushed me face down onto the bed and proceeded to pound away. Just steady and hard, hitting my bladder every time. He was a good size 7.5 to 8", maybe. It was a good thing that he finally came; he was starting to fuck the piss out of me. Thursday he contacted me and asked for some help with some party favors for a second visit. This time I got the Motel. I like anon scene and was blindfolded with the door ajar. I heard the door open, nothing was said, and then I realized there was more than just him. There was a jolt of fear and excitement. A cock got put into my mouth and my hand placed on another. As they both got hard. I was moved onto my knees on the bed. One in my mouth and one in each hand. I was glad I had pre-lubed because a hard one was pushed into the hilt with one push. He set up a nice steady rhythm; the one in my mouth started to leak precum. The one fucking me grunted and pushed in hard. He pulled out and moved to my mouth to get cleaned off, and one of the guys in my hand moved to my ass. I have no clue how many there actually were. I counted nine loads in my ass. Yes, I was a bit sore. They got dressed and left. No words were said. I tried to connect when I woke up this morning, but he had deleted his Grindr account. Yeah, the whole anon scene is risky but this once it paid off. Now I"m going to fantasize about it happening again.

I was there for two weeks and all I did was take raw dick in multiple cruise bars every night. It was amazing. I am almost certain over 400 men fucked me the last two weeks. The cruise bars are all right next to eachother so when I was done taking everybodys cock in one, id hop over to the next one, and then the one next to that, and then another. By the end of every night, I had to have at least 50 guys inside me. In the day before the cruise bars opened, id cruise at Boxxman.

Booked a room at at the Merrill inn in anchorage it’s a low budget motel with old school doors that can be left open I posted my room # on swiffies and grinder and waited ass up ended up with 17 guys dropping by and using me it was awesome

In my younger days I used to fuck my partner three times a night on weekdays and up to seven times on Saturdays and Sundays, but that was mostly with the same partner with a few random hookups here and there. I just find the thrill of first time sex with some random guy is incredibly hot ,and began to add as many new holes fucked as I could, but I never say no to having a regular fuck-buddy - unless they start to get clingy. I want to fuck, not fall in love.

I’m convinced it’s chemical. Semen contains chemicals that trigger the brain’s pleasure/reward centers. To some degree, when those chemicals are absorbed in the colon, it’s like a drug. I firmly believe that’s why every time I take a load I feel like I want to take another, that I can’t get enough.

This whole thing nails it and how I've basically overcome my own anxiety. And yes, the nervousness is still there. But doesnt stop me now. But i fully agree with the 2nd point you made. Everyone is anxious to some degree. Last week i had a guy get nervous and his dick went soft and that made it worse. So i kinda spent some time helping him get over it. Get him to relax. Sure enough, he got hard and dumped a load and is way more comfortable now lol.

I use to be like this. I still am in some ways. I look back on all the missed chances I had to be a slut and kinda get pissed lol. Recently my attitude just sorta changed. I know I'm probably not the right hook up for some guys. Some will block me after. But some keep texting wanting to know when we can fuck again. Lately I've been reminding myself, regardless of what I do, I'm eventually gonna die lol. And if a hook up doesnt go well, or dude doesnt like me, I'll just never see him again and move onto the next dick. Of the 10 guys I've been fucked by in the past week, I dont know any of their names. And thats taken a lot of anxiety off for some reason. But just do it. Gets better with practice. I promise

I have a group of friends (10 of us, 9 poz, 1on meds underlying health issues) who get together roughly 10 times a year. Had a few conversion parties in the past. And I know of others around the country have a poz brotherhood gathering.

Sorry, no chapter today. I'm currently traveling and don't have the availability. I did want to acknowledge that today is the 1 year anniversary of the first chapter of Will and Dom's journey, and I thank you all for your enthusiasm. It's been great seeing your messages, public and private, showing how much these characters turn you on. I always love hearing from you. Thanks, Heir2012

Chapter 9: Marc Takes Me After Dean left, Marc and i pushed the two down beds together as one. We started talking about our experience with the jock pussy. Marc said he thought it was hot and said he'd like to fuck him both in his ass and pussy. He said he would start with his ass, and then ask him if he could still get pregnant by getting fucked in the pussy. That was a good question that i didnt have an answer for. We started to reminisce about how everything started, and where we were at now. We had both become out to most. There was still one deep dark secret I was holding back from Marc though. I knew I had to tell him, but it just didn't seem quite right just yet. We were a bit drunk by now, and our conversation didn't last long, as we fell asleep. Marc was spooned against me with his cock positioned at my ass. That next morning, I woke to Marc's cock rubbing my ass with his cock. We rolled over and kissed, and he said he really wanted to feel his raw cock in me. I knew it would eventually happen, but didn't expect it to be so soon. I was hesitant to agree, knowing it would lead to him wanting my raw cock in him. I reluctantly told him I'd love to feel his cock pulsing his load up my ass, and sure he would enjoy the feeling. I turned over on my back as Marc retrieved a bottle of lube. He positioned himself between my legs which I quickly rested on his shoulders. He lubed my hole and slowly shoved his bare cock in me. He was excited as a kid in a candy store, and kept saying how much better it felt without a condom on. I told him if he thought it felt great now, just wait until he busted his nut inside me. I told Marc that once he did, to not pull out, and hopefully he would stay hard, and experiencing what an already cum filled ass felt like. Our first session lasted less than 10 minutes, probably closer to 5 though. Although it was short, i could tell he deposited a huge load in me. He was able to stay hard, and breed me a second time. This time it lasted close to 15 minutes and as my ass was already filled with his seed I really couldn't tell if the second load was as big as the first. He stayed hard in me for a bit, and I think he wanted to drop a third load in me, but his cock slipped out. I retrieved one of my butt plugs to keep his seed in me though. We cuddled and kissed, and just as I feared, Marc said he couldn't wait to feel my raw cock in his ass. I told him he would, but we needed to talk about it first. Marc started to say something, but stopped as Jimmy knocked on the door. I got up to answer the door, and Jimmy couldn't help but notice the plug up my ass. Jimmy gave my ass a hard slap and said perfect, you're already pre lubed. Are you ready for my monster now?

Chapter 11 When Jake awakens his father is already gone. The large bed feels lonely. As he wakes up he explores his body and discovers his ass is wet and sticky as wells as the sheets below. Jake assumes his dad must have jerked off in the early morning and sprayed his seed all over his ass before he left while he was still asleep. He works the sticky load into his muscle hole thinking of his dad’s massive cock. Before he is able to shoot his load he looks at the time on this cellphone realizes he going to be late for school and rushed to the shower. As the steam builds in the hot shower, Jake’s body is electrified by the the hot water on his hairless body. His nipples stand erect as he lathers his body. Jake is briefly startled by a shadowy figure entering through the main bedroom but is relieved to discover that it is Tyler entering completely naked. His proud dick swinging between his legs. “Your Dad told me he had to leave early this morning and said I should come over to help your get ready” , he says with a dirty grin. Before long Tyler is balls deep in Jake’s juicy hole. Jake braces the shower walls as he bucks into Tyler’s massive dick. Jake moans for Tyler’s toxic load as his hole s destroyed. Tyler’s balls tense up at the sounds of Jakes begging, his balls already filled to the brim. Tyler holds back as long as he can, building up more and more toxic cum and then finally explodes in Jake’s willing hole. Before Tyler is able to catch his breath and come down off his orgasm, Jake rushes out of the shower. “Sorry Tyler! I’m already super late for school.” He yells as he throws on some clothes and kisses Tyler before leaving the house, knowing he’s going to be very late for his first class of the day. ——— With only 15 minutes left off in his first period, Jake rushes into class. “Sorry Mr. Wood!”, Jake exclaims as he rushes to his seat. Clearly dissatisfied, his teacher gives is a stern stare with his furrowed brow and then continues his lesson without a word to Jake. Unable to concentrate, Jake is distracted by the huge bulge in Mr. Wood’s tight khakis that seems to grow throughout the lesson. When the class bell rings 10 minutes later, the students rush out of class but Mr. Wood ask Jake to stay behind. “Jake, this isn’t the first time you’ve been late and I’m beginning to worry about you”, Mr. Wood starts out. “Mr. Wood, I’m so sorry. This won’t happen again. I simply overslept and I feel so bad knowing what a great teacher you’ve been to me”, Jake apologized with sad eyes and half smile. “Nevertheless, I think we should go down to the office and talk with the vice principle, I think your antics have raised some alarm bells here at the school”, Mr. Wood explains. “Oh no please …”, Jake begins to reply Mr. Wood cuts him off, “Let’s go, NOW!” Jake walks ahead of Mr. Wood and starts perspiring wondering what type of trouble he’s in. He also realizing in the rush to get ready he threw on some light grey sweatpants and Tyler’s load, which was planted deep inside him, has started to slowly leak out, leaving a wet spot on his backside which his teacher has probably noticed as he walks closely behind him. Both the men make their way into the office. As they enter the vice principle is seated at his large wooden desk. Impeccably dressed in a tailored dress shirt and tie, his large frame gives away that he was once an amateur bodybuilder. Mr. Steel gestures for Jake to take a seat and Mr. Wood takes a place standing behind the vice principles desk chair. “Mr. Steele let me just start out by saying, I’m sorry….. “ , Jake begins but then is quickly interrupted. “Jake, normally I see students that need to be disciplined, but that is not the case here. You see, The coach told us all about what happened yesterday afternoon and what a greedy little cum slut you are and about all those load you took.” Jake mind races as he hears Mr. Steele describe in vivid detail how he took his coaches and teammates loads, one right after the other. “Mr. Wood and I want to help you in your journey”, Mr. Steele says as he pulls back his chair and reveal himself untucked, with his fly opens and his large rigid member exposed with a biohazard tatoo just above the base of his cock. “Oh fuuuccckk! “ Jake says under his breath. “Now let’s get started. Bend over the desk here”, Mr. Steele instructs. Jake does as he’s told and as he does, Mr. Wood comes up behind him and peels back the grey sweatpants exposing his perfectly formed ass. “This big ol’ wet spot here is giving away what a faggot your are to the whole school. But you know that already don’t you Jake?”, Mr. Wood asks as he snaps the band of his jockstrap. “Yes sir”, Jake replies Mr. Steele watches from his desk chair stoking his long cock as Mr. Wood spreads Jake’s ass cheeks apart. Toxic cum oozes from Jake’s hole. “Eat it!” Mr. Steele says sternly Mr. Wood eagerly complies. Licking up the sticky fluid at first, then burying his face in the smooth jock hole and then tongue fucking him. As he does this he savors the ripe smell of the cum coated hole. Jake is lost in his own pleasure arching his back as he feels the rough whiskers from his teachers mustache tickling his hole and causing his dick to inflate in his jockstrap. Mr. Steele gets up from his chair and pulls off Jakes shirt. He begins to tweak his muscular nipples causing Jack cock to protrude out of his jockstrap. Mr. Steele then guides Jakes head down to his veiny, uncut cock. Jake pulls back the thick foreskin and reveals the vice principal’s fat head already slick with pre cum. “Fuuucckkk” Mr. Steele moans as Jake takes his dick deep down his throat, “such a good little faggot”. As Jake’s head bobs up and down on Mr. Steele’s cock he see the biohazard tattoo right in front of him. His future staring him in the face. As Mr. Steele facefucks Jake, Mr. Woods comes up for breath. He the undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. His heavy cock sticks straight up. He moves around the desk to Jake’s mouth. Jake pulls Mr. Steele’s cock out of his mouth and begins sucking on Mr. Wood’s rock hard dick while stoking Mr. Steele’s. The two men begin making out as Jake goes back and forth savoring their enormous dicks. Massaging Jake’s muscular back as he gets his dick serviced, Mr. Steele works his way down to Jake’s tight wet hole and begins fingering it. The teenage slut moans on the vice principal’s dick. “It’s time for this faggot to take another toxic load”, Mr. Steele exclaims as he positions himself behind Jake. He lines up his dick with Jakes hairless hole and pushes in. “Fuuuucccckkkk, your hole feels amazing!” Mr. Steel groans as his mushroom head pushes its way in. “You’re gonna beg for every inch of this dick , you hear me faggot?” Jake turns around looking his vice principal in the eye and say, “yes sir! Can I please have another inch of your cock sir!” And continues to do so with every inch after. Mr. Steele’s cock large cock gets wider at the base so with every inch he goes in he stretches Jake’s jock hole wider and wider. After Jake pleas for the last inch, with his hole struggling to take such a fat dick, Mr. Steele slams in balls deep. Mr. Steele holds Jake in place at the base of his cock with his strong hands around Jake’s thin waist. Jake screams are muffled by Mr. Wood’s dick inside his mouth. Both the teacher and vice principal begin furiously fucking him on both ends. Mr. Steele looks down and at his massive dick tearing the jocks hole and sees streak of red on his dick. “Oh fuck yeah! He’s bleeding! I’ve ripped this jock fag wide open!” Mr. Steele exclaims, “Now it time to mark you as mine!” Mr. Steele begins piston fucking Jake’s hole building up a massive load. His balls stretching his balls sac to the limit. “Come on, sir! Breed this faggot jock slut!” Mr. Wood urges. “Poz his hole!” “Oh fuuuucckkk, I’m gonna fuckin’ bust! Take my toxic seed you STUPID! FUCKING! CUNT! Mr. Steel screams. He accentuates each word by brutally stabbing his enormous dick in Jakes hungry jock hole. Mr. Woods, so turned on and unable to control himself begins shooting volleys of cum all over Jake’s face. He grabs Jake by a handful and hair and forces his dick downs Jake’s throat. Jake, unable to guzzle down all the cum produced by Mr. Wood’s cock, chokes on it until his teacher finally releases him and he gasps for air. As all three men catch their breath, Mr. Wood and Mr. Steele stuff their dicks back in their trouser. Jake is still splayed naked on the desk with his sweatpants around his ankles when Mr. Steele states, “I’ve got a meeting with another student in a few minutes, you should get back to class but I want to see you every morning in this office until that hole converts, understand?” “Yes sir!” Jake replies. He begins to get up and dress himself. His dick still hard peaking out is his jock. A pool of pre cum on the desk. He still has not cum all day. His balls ache. Jake pulls up his sweatpants and puts on his shirt and begins to head back to class but Mr. Wood stops him. “Let’s clean you up first”, he says and begins licking the cum off Jake’s face and then kissing him, allowing Jake to taste his fresh toxic load. Jake then head back to class with a growing wet spot in the back of his sweatpants.

Was horny this morning so I went cruising. Walked into the cruising are and immediately saw a hot guy with a shaved head and sunglasses pissing. Walked past him and to a little side area, he followed. When he came closer I recognised that we have played before. 'Straight' married guy who never fucks without a rubber. We snog, suck, he plays with my hole. I let him. We keep on snogging and swapping sucks. I tell him I want him to fuck me and as always he says not without a condom. We keep playing for a bit before inturn round and tease him with my hole. He rubs the tip of his dick against my hairy arsehole and pushes a little. "Are you clean?" He asks. "Yeah" I replied.. I'd douched after all so I was clean in that respect. He slips in and starts fucking me. His dick is solid with a little up curve to it. Probably about 7" and nice n fat. A lovely uncut head too. I want him to breed me but he says "cum on my cock and ill use it to fuck you with." I try but im not ready to cum yet. We move to a place about 10 metres away where there is a chair. I lean against it and assume the position. He starts fucking me again, hitting my prostate with each thrust and making me moan. Before I know it I hear him say "you ready?" "Fuck yeah, breed my arse" I respond. He grabs my hips, thrusts in about 5 or 6 times and starts grunting as he unloads his huge balls into my hole. After he pulls out he pushes a bead of cum out of his cock for me to lick. I'm good and I suck it clean. Fucking perfect start to the day!

My airbnb was actually right around the corner from l'impact, in the same building, which was convenient, but certainly by far my favorite cruise bar was Full Metal, which I would always start my nights at. Its got the biggest and best layout, dark mazes, cabin rooms, concrete blocks out in the open to get gangbanged on, a cage that I often found myself getting nailed by 6-10 guys at a time in. A good smoking room too that I could get on my knees and suck all the guys in there having their cigarettes. and the music was tech house, techno, and trance. I could ID almost all the tracks they would play haha. The best part about full metal is also that most of the men there are dressed in their gear: leather and latex. The men are men. Muscles, bellies, daddies, beards, goatees. Older guys. Real men that sweat and smell like men, exactly as I like them. I was often the only twink and so me bouncing through the place clad in my leather would stir up lots of fun. When done with metal, I could hop across the street to secteur X, which was always busy, but is so damn small. I had lots of good action there, and found myself being nailed by 20 guys at a time right out in the open. Krash down the street was my least favorite. Its basically a long urinal troft, but nobody is pissing on anybody. The men there were also pretty much standing around not doing much the couple times id pass through that bar. Le Mensch in the opposite direction (which humorously enough means a man of integrity) was my favorite place to go to get fisted and pissed on. the smoking room was where the men all went to piss, so I could get down on my knees, and they would all walk in and always urinate on me. then outside that room there is a concrete block that I could get down on all fours, and wearing a red pin striped jock and red leather wrist cuffs, guys would walk up and fist me. what I like more about these cruise bars over l'impact is that you could go cruise in gear. drop your pants and take raw dick, then pull them back up and move on to the next guy. in l'impact you are fully nude, which you may aswell just go to a bathhouse in that case, like sun city, which is massive and has a great dark maze that I would get fucked by dozens of guys in. the hot tub there though is not warm at all. they need to turn that heat up. I would stop by l'impact usually at the end of the night around 4:30-6am to take a few more dicks before heading back to my airbnb. I like the dark room area there and the hallway with the open beds that I could get on my knees and everybody walking by could stick it in me. idm sauna was the best bathhouse.

Received this question on an app: Serious question - what do you enjoy so much about being cum filled? Context and my response below. Curious if any of you other cumsluts a have figured out why it feels so good to have nut. Him: I usually wear a condom. That a deal breaker? Me: Yea. You can go fuck another hole with a condom. And then empty it into my ass. Him: Serious question - what do you enjoy so much about being cum filled? Me: Prep wasn’t available until I was like 25. I always refused to use rubbers because I hate the way they feel. To stay “safe” i used to be selective with guys. I wanted more but I knew I’d probably end up with HIV. I suppressed sex for health. During that time I really loved getting seeding. Idk if it was the risk but it really enveloped me. Then prep came along and it was a game changer. Now I get the sex I want and there’s never enough nut to satisfy me. Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking but it’s the cum that makes me really slut for dick. I want loaded and churning. Love reaching in my hole and feeling the puddle of mixing nut before the next dude walks up. It seems like there should be more to it. IDK why it feels good. Hope I end up getting his load. 🤞🏽

Installment number Eight of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - with Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the guesthouse with his revealed to be former partyboi husband Charlie), Karl and the other Houseboys and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story after the storm-caused power failure, and a 'live sex performance' with the manager... “So, guys,” I said. “That was one for the books. Well, Zar, does that make up for a couple of years of us NOT hooking up?” “Damn straight it does,” Zar replied, while Vice snarked “Watch who you’re calling a damn straight…” which just made Zar and I bust out laughing. “Gotta say that was wickie hawt.” Vice continued. “Never thought I’d been part of something like that – you two had me on fire!” “Pleased to be of service,” I replied, holding my hand out to Lou – who appeared out of the shadows somewhere – so that he could help me up. “My goodness,” Lou gushed while bro hugging Vice. “Untapped depths, Yo, untapped depths. Impressed.” Vice just smiled back while we all went to clean up a bit before starting up more adventures – it was barely past midnight, so much more to do!!! AFTER MIDNIGHT – ASS-IMILATION RESISTANCE IS FUTILE After hitting the communal bathroom and cleaning up a bit Lou, Vice and I went back to my room for some liquid refreshment and a recharge of our enhancements. The rain was still humming against the window as I peeked out into almost total blackness – only an occasional flicker of a candle in a few distant windows let us know there was even a town still out there. No buildings we could see had electricity back yet, and I wondered if anyone else was having as much fun being blacked out as we were here! Lou had gotten out one of his waterpipes and filled the bowl as Vice was pulling some drinks out of my cooler then closing it quickly so it wouldn’t let too much of its coolness out, while I restarted my laptop using the battery power to play some more of my bb porn. With the door cracked open only a foot or so opening away from the bed, we three kicked back side-by-side with me closest to the door, Vice in the middle and Lou on the far side. Since no one peeking in could see the head of the bed we were fine with passing the bong back and forth, taking hits and shot-gunning each other, laughing and casually playing with each other’s cocks and nips as we watched the porn and chatted softly about our experiences so far. I was amazed at how comfortable Vice remained with everything that was happening and noticed his hands roaming around as much if not more than Lou’s or mine. Lou was obviously of the same mindset as he raised his eyebrows at me several times when Vice groped him. “So how was getting fucked by Zar with that big P.A. of his on?” Lou asked as I was taking a big rip off the pipe. “He sure as hell didn’t have THAT when we were back in High School. Did you like it?” Holding up a finger to indicate ‘wait a second’, I leaned over to Vice and locked lips, blowing my cloud into him and getting a bit of tongue action back, Vice then blew out our shared cloud. Sitting back up I answered Lou. “I actually enjoy being fucked by a guy who has a BIG piercing, it’s the little ones that I don’t like – too much like having a cheese slicer shoved into your hole. But Zar’s was really nice and big and he does throw a hot fuck. Great ass on him too…” “Great ass!” Vice agreed nodding, blowing out his own big hit. “Great ass.” Then looking a bit sheepish followed that with “not as amazing as YOURS is J, but great, yeah…” I chuckled at how fervently he didn’t want to insult me in any way, it was so cute. “Well thank you man,” I replied. “Good to know you still think that way since you are becoming quite the connoisseur of fine male ass…” Both guys laughed and as Lou put the bong on the table to cool, Vice said “yeah man it’s wickie hawt, but I still need more comparison!” As we watched porn and stroked each other, Lou told us about his adventures after we separated. He wound up on the third floor with Tom and Ed, where he fucked both of them, but he spent far more time talking about each of them fucking him and how good it felt. I noticed Vice kind of hanging on every word and scrutching his ass around a bit on the bed. I made sure to NOT point this out to him as Lou went on to describe his next encounter with the two Leather guys from Quebec, and again while he fucked both of them, he spent more time on describing each of them taking his hole and Vice was still rapt listening to the admittedly very hot description Lou was giving. “And J-Man, if you liked Zar’s big P.A. up your hole wait until you hear this. The bald guy Marcel’s cock is about 2 inches longer and thicker than Zar’s and it made this top guy wanna turn full-on bottom-slut with the way he got me wound up from inside out. You just gotta try him, J, you will not regret it… he made my hole sing hallelujah man!” Lou went on with his ecstatic recounting of how it felt and I was realizing it seemed a little forced as he kept emphasizing it while rubbing Vice’s leg. Vice for his part seemed to be oblivious to Lou’s hand now reaching between his legs until Lou went a little to far in his comments, “yeah, too bad you are missing out on half the fun there, bro, you’d be amazed what a good hard tool can do to your insides…” Vice pulled up his legs quickly and shook his head as if to clear it, asking “Hey J Daddy, could I have some of those grapes?” The moment was blown by Lou being just a bit too eager. As I went for the grapes I was now in full view through the door and noticed someone was standing outside in the shadow. It took me a moment to realize who it was, and then my cock (which due to the injection earlier was going to be semi-hard at least for several more hours) swelled from semi to rock hard. It was the guy who looked like an Arabian Prince that we saw earlier with his stuck-up nasty boyfriend. He smiled at me from the dark with his perfect white teeth. I indicated for him to step in – he did, looking around at me, the porn, Vice and Lou, the water bong, out over his shoulder, returned to the bong, then back to me. “Join us?” I asked. He nodded, and this time I closed the door over. I introduced myself and the other two while I returned to getting more refreshments and he let us know his name was Rahman, but Americans usually just called him Rocky. “I am sorry for before,” he said as I was passing Vice the grapes. “You mean your boyfriend?” I replied. He nodded and sighed saying “he can be kind of an idiot sometimes; I wish he would not be.” “It happens… we weren’t TOO insulted.” Lou said, then took a pointed hit off the bong wanting to gauge Rocky’s reaction, I guess. “Where is your boyfriend, by the way?” I inquired, as Lou let out his hit, indicated the bong, and passed it to our new guest when he nodded his head again. Rocky took the bong which was still filled with lots of vapor in the chamber and sucked it in without lighting the torch. Closing his eyes for a moment, he opened them and blew out a nice cloud. “He was annoyed by all the noises coming from around us so he took an Ambien, put on a sleep-mask and some ear plugs, and is sound asleep now and will be until well after dawn.” He paused, looking a bit puzzled and said, “that is NOT what I thought it was. It’s very interesting, may I have some more?” Lou responded saying, “of course you can! Why don’t you get naked like us and join us for a while if you are not expected back? Our host here will show you how to heat the bowl – it is a bit different from a rig for hash if that’s what you were expecting…” Smiling that killer smile, our captive dropped his grey shorts, when he bent over to pull them over his feet, my head swam. I thought that ass was magnificent when covered with the shorts – it was god-like without. As I described before, he had a rugby player’s build – not tall but broad chested with cut pecs and nice nips, and thick muscular legs. His mahogany-colored skin was dusted with jet black hair all over – just the perfect amount of it in my opinion. The dropped shorts revealed a semi-chubbed circumcised cock, not long but thick. And then that ass, like two volleyballs lightly furred – a really big muscular butt that only seems to come from that part of the world. My tongue was hanging out as he crawled up onto the bed where we were now all sitting up either on our knees or with legs to one side or legs crossed over each other. He climbed past me, so he was between Lou and me in the circle. Composing myself, I took a rip from the bong, indicated for him to come close and nose to nose I went to shotgun him without touching lips but fortunately he pulled my head closer, letting me know he’d done this before, just not with Miss T. I got a nice snog out of him too. Then I handed him the glassware and held the torch for him while I showed him the best way to heat the bowl with it. He took a big hit and turned to Lou who leaned in and received his own shotgun from our hot new visitor. We had him hold onto the pipe and keep hitting it to “catch up to us some” while he passed his hits back to each of us in turn. You could see that Vice, Lou and I were completely hard with twitching cocks as they cloud circle went on. Rocky talked about how much he missed having sex with multiple men – when he first came from Saudi Arabia and found himself surrounded by gay men with whom he could have sex without fearing for his life, he went wild and fooled around extensively, but although he’d been promised an open relationship by his now lover of 4 years, somehow or other his partner Norton managed to cockblock or torpedo any chance he had of hooking up with others and it was making him crazy, not to mention that sex got very, very vanilla once Norton had gotten his hooks into Rocky apparently. “Well, while he’s dead to the world sleeping,” Vice began, “why not have some fun with us… what are your favorite things to do, or what have you been wanting to do but haven’t lately?” Seems that after admitting he desperately wanted group sex again, which we obviously could supply, Rocky wanted to get rimmed and get fucked as Norton only wanted him to be a top and paid no attention to Rocky’s butt at all. “Now THAT is a crime against nature!” I cried, “he needs to hand back his ‘gay card’ for that one! I’ll – we’ll - be happy to help you out. Are you prepped for that?” Rocky assured us that he had done so in the shower just before peeking in my room, hoping for exactly this kind of situation. “If you haven’t been rimmed in too long, we have a resident specialist,” joked Vice pointing at me. “Oh yes, please do me Daddy” Rocky whispered at me while getting on his knees at the edge of the bed. Pulling my cooler over to serve as a low stool, I sat and contemplated the work of art in front of me and once again thanked God for making me gay. Tracing around his hole with my fingertips, I muttered “Your husband must be delusional to not give this the attention it deserves!”. I bit and licked a bit on those glorious globes then took a big hit off the bong, passed it back to the other guys, then settled face first into that glorious ass and slowly exhaled the vapor as my tongue met his tight pink pucker and he began to moan as I began my campaign. Lou passed me Max Impact and a sock to spray it on, after huffing from the sock for a bit, I went right back to his opening and began to lick, suck, nibble, tongue fuck, tongue buzz, and basically make out with that hot tasty manhole for at least 10 minutes while Rocky moaned and squeaked in between taking bong hits and blowing them back onto Lou and Vice’s cocks as he alternated blowing them both. Finally, he was almost writhing on my tongue he looked back and groaned “Please, please, I’m ready, fuck me, fuck me now!” I said I didn’t have a condom if he needed one, and he said “no, I want to feel it raw again finally, just fuck me now, please?” Who could say ‘no’ to that? I stood up and we three turned him over onto his back. He grinned up at me, whispering “yes… please… now… need it…”. Lou gave him the Max Impact sock and he sucked on it for a minute while I lubed my straining cock. Then with the boys kneeling on either side of him, he looked up again at me and nodded his head as I put his legs on either of my shoulders. Slowly but surely, I sank my cock into his now greedy hole until my balls bumped against his and my pubes tickled his taint. “Yes….” he breathed as I let him get used to being filled again, then slowly pulled most of the way out, making him gasp, then ever so slowly driving back in. Vice spiked the torch and bowl and put the stem to my lips. Inhaling deeply, I held the hit, leaned down and began to kiss him deeply as I also started to grind my cock in a circle in his hole then as we disengaged, I began a steady in-out in that incredible too-long ignored manhole, and as he exhaled our shared smoke he began to both laugh and cry saying “too long” and sighing as I picked up speed. Lou and Vice got in on the action, sometimes sucking on Rocky’s short thick cock, or sucking and tweaking his nips, offering him their cocks to suck or their asses to rim, sometimes making out with me or each other or Rocky, sometimes standing on the bed offering me their cocks to suck or ass to tongue as I continued my mission to give Rahman a great fuck to make up for his years without. “Damn J-man, you know how to throw down an amazing fuck – you could be our professor of fucking at Tweaker University” Lou joked at one point, with Vice following that with “Unbelievably hawt, Daddy J.” I looked over at him and whispered, “Any time...” and he winked at me. Rocky, hearing Vice’s nickname of the day for me, picked up on it and in moments when his mouth wasn’t full started in with “Yes, oh yes Daddy J, please fuck your boy, fuck your son… please Daddy, fuck me.” Jeez! How did I wind up everybody’s daddy? Still, this was so damn hot, I was actually starting to get really into that… After a good long mind-blowing fuck, I wasn’t quite ready to shoot a load, but I was needing a breather, so I said I had to tap out, and Lou and Vice should get a turn while I caught my breath. So Vice sunk his cock into Rocky’s now opened hole and proceeded to plow away, while Lou and I got sucked and rimmed by either guy and we played with both hot guys nips and Rocky’s cock – so hot. Lou got up and behind Vice who felt a hard cock between his cheeks and pulled out quickly saying “your turn” to Lou, getting his own virgin hole away from the candyman’s trouser snake. Lou leaned down and tongued the hot slutty hole for a bit, then showed he had a big shard in his hand that after licking his finger, he inserted into Rocky to be followed immediately by his long dark brown cock. Rocky just moaned and growled and gasped as the fuck fest went on in a new configuration. I was sucking on Rocky’s cock and Vice was behind me rimming me, when Lou sped up saying he was about to cum… Rocky shouted back to him “Yes, yes, give it to me… give it all to me!” as Lou bucked in obvious orgasmic bliss and Rocky emptied his balls into my mouth. With Rocky and Lou still shaking and catching their breath, I was about to share the cum with Vice when I noticed we had a visitor. It was Marcel, the bald, hung, vascular leather guy from Quebec. His long cock was very hard from watching and the apricot sized head carried an enormous ring piercing just like Lou had told us. My god it was awesome. “Apologies for interrupting,” Marcel said in his sexy accent, “but we are in desperate need of refills on our supplies. Sebastian and I have a very hot scene going on in our room and we’d like another ball to make sure it keeps going. And please, all of you, I want you to join us immediately if you would.” We all looked at each other and obviously all thought the same thing – hell yes! I don’t think we could have stopped Rocky from going at that point as that booty bump had obviously kicked in and his hole was still ravenous. After a few whispers with Marcel, Lou said we’d all come up and he’d bring the 8-ball and ‘other stuff’ with him, keeping his promise not to do transactions in my room. Marcel slipped away saying “Room 38” as Vice, Rocky and I took a quick piss and Lou locked up the room. We started heading for the stairs, when I heard a familiar voice moaning something rather unexpected. “You guys head up, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes” I told them as I peeled off down the hall to the door of Kieran and Charlie’s room. Peeking in with just the emergency lights from the hallway lighting the room, I saw an unexpected but hot sight. There was my old buddy, Father Frank in the sling getting fucked while moaning “fuck me, yeah, fuck me!” This was VERY unexpected as Frank never bottomed as far as I knew and was proud of that. Miles the house boy was plowing him but looked up and saw me at the door and motioned me over. Keiran knelt and got my cock wet as Miles pulled out and they pushed me into his place with Kieran assisting on lining my cock up with the Priest’s up until now off-limits hole. I couldn’t help but smirk when I sank in for as hot as I thought Frank was, and how much we shared our fuck stories when we saw each other, he never played with me as I was well above the age he preferred for his extra-curricular activities. WELL above. Frank was almost yelling now, “Oh yeah, please, fuck my hole pound my cunt!” and then his eyes focused and he really took a look at who was fucking him, then he gasped “Ohhh, no!” “Oh yes,” I responded. “Dang, Frank, you’ve been holding out on me, this is a fine fuckhole you’ve got…” Actually, he had an untrained hole that he didn’t really know what to do with, so it would have been kind of just an ‘okay’ fuck had the circumstances not made it much hotter for me. He was shaking his head ‘no’ at the same time his hips kept thrusting back at me, muttering “Don’t… we shouldn’t… friends don’t…” (Now frankly I have always thought that viewpoint was absolute bullshit, there is no reason friends can’t fuck around and since I was a teenager the vast majority of my male friends who are gay or bi have also been either regular or occasional fuckbuds; both the guys who I knew prior to playing and the guys I met as tricks who became friends afterwards…) And it seemed like Frank was complaining with his head and his mouth only, while his body was absolutely NOT complaining. “Oh, I disagree Frank, I think friends SHOULD fuck, and often too,” I teased as I started a circular grind with my hips that made my cock in his confused hole really massage his prostate and caused him to yelp each time I hit it. “Of course, if you’d rather that I stop…” I stopped my grinding and started to slowly withdraw only to be stopped by his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me back in to the hilt. “Don’t stop. Keep going, please. I can’t believe we’re doing this but I want more…I hated it the couple of times I tried before, but now it just feels so good,” he whined. Smiling at him, I tweaked a nipple and started to fuck again. He gave a heavy sigh, “oh yes, that’s good, wow… yeah, even better than the boys…” “There’s a surprise,” I grumbled, ‘Experience does count you know.” He was almost purring now, “oh that’s so amazing but you can’t tell my husband about this.” “Don’t worry, I will never tell Terrance about this, I promise” I said. “Or your husband, don’t tell him!” I chuckled, “Now that I’m sorry I can’t promise, but I can make HIM promise not to tell your hubby…” he looked a bit dubious so I continued, “don’t worry, and if it makes you feel better, I will let you fuck me later for as long as you want.” Frank smirked back at me saying “You know I think I will take you up on that…” I knew that a couple of guys were now lined up behind me, so I gave him two minutes of pounding hard bunny fucking, then leaned down, kissed him soundly (which he responded well to) and slowly pulled out saying, “we’ll continue this later, you have more admirers…” “I’ll hold you to that” he called after me as I headed out, then I heard “oh fuck yes, that’s good,” as Charlie took my place. I chuckled a bit and trotted quickly back to my room to add some additional leather items to what I had on – a big chrome taint-tickler cockring, two thick leather biceps straps for either arm, and my black leather master’s cap, and headed upstairs, stopping in the third-floor bath to piss and give my cock a quick soap and rinse, gargled some of the supplied mouthwash, then headed to room 38. I slipped in through the cracked door into what was the largest guest room in the place, at least the largest I’d been in. With the electricity still out, the only light came from a laptop running on batteries like I had been doing down in my room, and it was showing some serious fisting porn. Looking around there were leather and metal clad male forms in all directions. I saw Lou, Zar, Tom, Ed, Vice, Rocky, Marcel and his husband Sebastian, and one older guy I didn’t know who looked hot in all his leather, clamps and piercings. There was a lot of groaning and heavy breathing going on, I noticed. Sebastian was riding Vice cowboy style, Lou was balls deep in the hot older guy, and Rocky was being fucked by Marcel who turned and noticed me. “Yes, we are complete now – you must catch up! Let’s get this Daddy caught up with his three boys, yes?” He indicated a couple of loaded points on the nightstand. “Your boys and the rest of us have pointed, now it’s your turn. Do you do yourself, does one of your subs do you or would you prefer our assistance?” I was a bit surprised, on a number of levels - after all, Rocky had literally just blown his first T clouds and now he’d pointed already? Still slamming his butt back onto Marcel’s cock, Rocky smiled at me and purred,“I cannot believe how hot this is, I love this stuff!” The rest of my surprise and amusement came from the fact that Marcel and his crew assumed that I was Master and Daddy to my own crew of sub sons that consisted of Rocky, Lou and Vice. All right, so who’s to argue? I decided to play up to their assumptions and for the rest of the encounter I played Daddy/Master to the hilt even when bottoming; and as you’ll see, that turned out to be a good thing later. I answered Marcel’s question with “I usually prefer an admin from one of my boys, but since they’ve already done theirs, I’d prefer a steadier hand if one of you would?” “Gary will, he’s a nurse,” Marcel said, indicating the older dude I didn’t know. I was ordered to sit on the edge of the bed, Marcel pulled out of Rocky and Gary tapped out on Lou, and even Sebastian got up off of Vice. Hardly missing a beat, Tom sat on Vice’s cock, Ed rolled under Lou to get plowed and Zar slipped into Rocky’s now vacant hole. I chose the lower of the two doses offered, and while Marcel sat opposite me holding my knees, Sebastian lit the torch and pressed a pipe to my lips as I inhaled the smoke, Marcel wrapped the tourniquet while Gary alcohol swabbed me, checked the point, and muttered “not hard to find a vein on this guy… you ready man?” I nodded, breathing out a cloud and inhaling another. I felt the prick, “tell me if anything is off…” Gary continued. It wasn’t and he got a flash, then said “hang on!” as he injected me. Pulling my arm up, he snapped off the tourniquet. My breath caught, and surprisingly since I’d already been partying a good amount, I coughed hard a few times. “Wow, wow, wow – damn!” was all I had to say. It was a very good rush and after a minute or two, Sebastian stuck poppers under my nose, commanded me to sniff, then pushed me backward onto a pillow while his husband Marcel pulled my legs closer to him, leaving my ass hanging off the bed until he pushed my legs up further and steadily sank his long, lubed, monster dick with the huge P.A. into my now starving-for-attention manhole. I was flipped onto my back and managed to get out “Oh fuck that’s amazing!” before getting a shotgun from Sebastian, followed by Gary straddling me and lowering his hot sweet hairy hole down onto my face. My cock was throbbing hard on my abs and just as my tongue began to do its work on Gary’s silky hole, I felt a hand smearing lube up and down my cock and then a warm tube enveloping it as someone (found out it was Sebastian) sank their chute down my shaft and began to work his muscles on my cock like he was milking a cow. Nirvana! I was definitely in my happy place with my tongue fucking a hairy hole, my cock up a hairy hole, and a really long thick pierced cock up my hole. Very much ‘Lucky Pierre’. The sex that went on in that room for the next hour and a half was hot, varied, kinky, sweaty, delicious but also fast-paced – it was probably due to the effects of everyone’s slam, but no position or grouping lasted more than a few minutes each before a new pattern developed. So – at least briefly in some cases, longer in others – I had my tongue in every single ass in the room and sucked every cock, my cock was in every throat in the room, and had my cock in every ass except Vice and Marcel, had my fist in Marcel (he only took fist, not cock, and topped otherwise) Sebastian, Gary, and Tom. Double fucked Rocky with Ed. My own ass had every single guys tongue in it at some point, and about half of the cocks, though Marcel kept the record for the most amazing feel in my hole. I rode a double headed dildo with Zar and was briefly double fucked myself by Tom and Lou. All throughout, Vice managed to keep everything but a few tongues away from his ass despite the clear sign of his left only armband. Marcel, Sebastian and Gary kept trying to finger him, or rubbed their cocks on his ass while passing, and anytime the pipe or poppers got passed to him there were comments about “the inevitable” and “surrender” that I could see were making him a bit uncomfortable. Lou on the other hand seemed to encourage the teasing. Finally, after we had just shared a couple of seriously big clouds back and forth between us, Vice and I were standing side by side fucking two of the guys on their knees on the bed. While we were still kissing from passing our last hit, I felt something thin and lubed slipped into my hole and heard a squeak from Vice. A warm wet buzz informed me that I’d been booty-bumped, and it seemed Vice had too. Hands started groping our nips from behind as cocks were rubbed in our cracks. Vice looked a bit panicked and kept trying to protect his hole and redirect the inquisitive dick. I could tell he was uncomfortable and decided to intervene. “STOP.” I growled. “That’s MY boy and his ass is mine! I will say if, when and where he gets fucked AND if and when I’m ready to share that hole with anyone else. UNDERSTOOD?” “Sorry, Daddy,” Sebastian gulped. “My bad. We’ll try and keep hands off, but this ass is just so fuckable…” “And MINE,” I hissed as I slipped out of my bottom and got behind Vice. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I pulled myself up against him protectively – which left my hard slippery cock pressed vertically against his crack. Vice continued a slow screw of his bottom (I think it was Zar…) while I tweaked his nips and playing the role to the nines. Licking behind his ear I asked, “You okay now baby boy? No worries, I got you. Daddy’s got you…” “That’s much better, Daddy J, thank you…” my erstwhile straight buddy replied as he rolled his hips back into me with his fuck motions. Unintentionally? Or was he intentionally trying to drive me and my rock-hard tool insane? “Damn. You are one lucky boi,” Sebastian said to Vice, who shocked me with his reply “I know, he’s the best Daddy and treats me right”. Kissing each of us on the lips, Sebastian again apologized to both of us for “crossing the boundaries.” I would have laughed at his earnestness, but I was having problems right at that moment keeping myself sane and not ravishing my newbie buddy. Drama done; the others all turned back to whatever sexual act they were in the midst of while I started to back away, only to have Vice reach behind himself and pull me back, returning my chest to full contact with his back and my cock laying in the channel of his crack. Stunned but pleased, I continued twisting and pulling on his nips. Vice looked back at me with an expression I couldn’t quite fathom and whispered “Get me out of here, J, I can’t…” I put my finger up to his mouth and began to pull him to the door. “We need to take a piss and get a little air,” I announced to the room in general. “We’ll be back.” Once outside, closing the door behind me, I began, “I am SO sorry dude they were out of line… but I have to tell you, it’s a good thing we stopped because in another minute or two I was going to lose control and my cock would have been in your ass.” “Good,” he replied grabbing my hand and pulling me down the stairs. I started to stammer and he continued, “Shut up now. I can’t resist anymore, I gotta find out what this feels like. Lou keeps telling me ‘it’s inevitable’ and that he’ll have me before the weekend is out – and that excites me in some ways and pisses me off in others, just assuming I’m gonna roll over…” We had reached the door to my room, and I fumbled the key into the lock as he continued babbling, “well okay, maybe it is inevitable, but if it is then I choose who goes first and it’s gonna be the dude who told me how much he wanted to, but wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want, and protected me and didn’t just assume, but waited for me…” we’d gotten into the room and I was locking the door behind me as he concluded, “and with all our clouds, and bumps, and the slam and watching all these dudes love getting fucked, that last booty bump pushed me over the fucking edge. But I wanted YOU to do it… FUCK ME NOW!!” I almost shot right then. I got lube and poppers and Max and the pipe and torch out in record time, and popped the porn back on my battery-powered laptop in case he wanted to be distracted from getting his cherry popped. “How do you want it? On your knees facing away from me, riding me, or on your back face to face. Lighting the torch and rolling the bowl, I was excited to hear “face to face”. “My favorite,” I growled. “I’ve figured that out all by myself,” was the retort, but with a smile. I took a huge rip, locked lips with him and transferred it to his lungs, then knocked him backwards onto the bed with his legs off the side. As he blew out the cloud, I handed him the pipe and commanded him to hit it. I put a pillow under his head, another under his butt, and one on the floor directly below. I asked him to hold the pipe so I could take a big hit, and did so, sinking to the floor. I put my face right into that incredible ass and slowly exhaled into his pucker, then began to tongue fuck him, while he moaned and blew a few clouds of his own. I began to finger him with lube, giving him a bit of stretch until he loosened a bit. “Please fuck me already Daddy!” I indicated the poppers bottle and while he took a hit I lined myself up and began a slow insertion. “Push out,” I instructed, and my head popped in and his eyes bugged out. I went in stages, he started panting when I was halfway in, and after a rest he nodded and I sank slowly to the hilt. “Oh gawd, oh gowd, oh gowd… slow… NO don’t pull out… that… that… that’s freakin weird… ow… *gasp*… oh gawd, what was THAT, oh yeah, that again… damn, J, damn… this IS good… holy shit, can’t believe I’m letting my self get fucked and …. Ungh… damn… I like it… yeah go man, let’s go Daddy”. It was a sight to see. The number of emotions that played all over his face were amazing – fear, a bit of pain, confusion, surprise, puzzlement, more surprise, tentative smile, surrender, enlightenment, arousal, defiance, more arousal, pleasure and hunger. It was a veritable silent movie on his face as he gave me his cherry and found himself going wild for it. “Fuck!” he gasped, “now I know what you guys see in this. Wickie hawt. Never felt anything like it – yeah, harder, that feels really good!” I began a twisting motion that appeared to really hit his joy button, and he went wild, bucking underneath me, wrapping his legs around my back and pulling me deeper into him, then pulling my face down and raping my mouth with his tongue. That was some of the hottest making out I’d done in years, the enthusiasm level on his part was off the scale. We made out like animals as his hands traveled all over me, pulling and squeezing my nips, smacking my ass, rubbing my shoulders and pecs and lats, all the while his all but forgotten fat uncut linguica was rock hard and rubbing against my abs. Slowing but not stopping he indicated the pipe, which I passed to him while I held the torch, we traded a few hits, then put it down, and he looked up at me with a smirk, “Do it J-man, do me the way I saw you do a few of those dudes the last two days, the ones you let yourself go wild on. Go wild on me Daddy, I want it NOW.” For all the world sounding as commanding as I did earlier, his attitude turned me on incredibly, and we were back to that passionate pounding with desperate hands touching, feeling, squeezing, teasing everywhere on each other’s bodies. I pushed his legs up over my shoulders, licking and sucking his toes a bit as he moaned and cursed. He grabbed my oversized nips and pulled hard, which sent me over the moon, he continued to pull me down by my nips until our mouths met and our tongues pummeled each other with pleasure. When I really began to rabbit-fuck, adding a twist and grind with each in-stroke, he started bucking and writhing, and hyperventilating until he pulled me by the hips as far into him as possible. His mouth opened in a silent scream as I felt his cock release spurt after spurt of jizz, continuing its spasms even after there were no more cum spurts. “OH FUCK!” he hollered in the midst of it. Feeling him orgasm without touching himself, hearing that orgasmic scream put me right on the edge. As he was still panting from his release, he must have noticed my expression, and urged me on – “Do it daddy, fuck your boy, yeah blow it into me, shoot it daddy J!” At which point, I did. Shoot, that is. Lots. We stayed connected, catching our breath. “Good?” I queried. “Unbelievably good – can’t believe I did that… what the fuck?”. “Regrets?” I asked, concerned. “No. Well, yes…” I looked down as he smirked, “I regret not having tried it earlier!” We were in the midst of thanking each other profusely – my for offering me his cherry, he for me waiting for him to want it then doing so well – when a key turned in the lock and Lou peeked around the doorframe. “Finally.” He commented. “Thank you, J-man, you are impressive.” “Daddy-J is a master of his art” (which he pronounced ‘ahhhT’) replied Vice to Lou, “now shut up, get in here and fuck me!”

Having been to both a number of times, I can honestly unequivocally say that Berlin is the hottest fucktown I've ever been to.

Bingo. Every time a guy passes, you get another roll of the dice. At some point, the odds are going to tilt in your favor. The trick is to cruise where you get the most chances to roll. And it’s like Lotto - You Can’t Win If You Don’t Play. But you’re already nearly there. You’ve made it to the parking lot. So here’s what you do. Next time, take us with you. (We’re kick-ass wingmen.) When you get to the lot and start to feel that way, pull up this thread and read it again. Follow these instructions: 1. Open the car door. 2. Take a deep breath, and let it out. You’ve got this, don’t overthink it. 3. Get out of the car. 4. Shut the car door, and lock it. 5. Don’t think, just take 5 paces forward. 6. Walk just to the edge of the cruising area. Now, you’re cruising. It would be silly to walk all the way back to the car. Go roll some dice.

I should add that I think there can certainly be a psychological component. Many here attest to strong sensations of being impregnated, not in a chaser sense, but simply in the sense of the Top’s essence becoming a part of them. Similarly, some claim a strong feeling of being ‘marked’. These ideas stem from a sense of the Top’s DNA fusing with that of the bottom through his vital sperm, the symbol of his potent masculinity. Biologically, this does not actually occur, but it seems psychologically real, and may be bolstered by the fact that the bottom is incorporating chemical elements originating in the Top’s body into his own body. Those elements cannot be distinguished from his own flesh thereafter. There is also a sense many feel of a threshold having been crossed when an insemination occurs - a point of no return. It is a sense that the bottom has been ‘cunted’, been ‘made his bitch’, been bred - in other words, become a less masculine receiver of a more masculine male’s sex. It cannot be undone. He can never again claim to occupy the ranks of the unfucked. For some, this is a kind of thrilling humiliation, because it allows them to internally acknowledge and accept their nature while adhering to the socially accepted hierarchy that defines masculine roles. This is a feeling common among submissives, for instance, and many who accept the identity of ‘faggot’. Additionally, one cannot overlook the simple thrill of accomplishment felt by those for whom the load is the entire goal, for whom quantity trumps quality. These bottoms may be selfish and competitive, even ruthless versus other bottoms in their pursuit of loads, and each load acquired is another score. This is a different kind of reward to the brain, a rush of endorphin and adrenaline, and perhaps not so different from what drives an athlete to performance in a sport with scores. It is not for nothing that some of us end up with hash marks on our asses when we cumdump. We’re keeping score. So the psychological and the chemical may combine.

I wanted it. I craved it. I dreamt of it. I had to have it. I had to do it. I had to be brave enough to surrender to it. I had to stop thinking about what might be and start feeling what is…give up my need to control and become something I couldn’t have even imagined. So I didn’t hold back… my first time being a true cumdunp, my hole overflowing with anon loads was at the San Francisco Horsemarket. 22 loads in 3 hours. It was by all definitions possible a dream come true

Oh FFuck that’s hot 🐷😈😜

I’m an older top, please be assured it’s not just bottoms who have this anxiety ! I always get out and cruse ,it’s a just numbers game. sauna’s and cruising areas are great as there are normally lots of guys. To be completely cynical when I was considered phyisically at my peak in my 30’s I would always want to fuck and wouldn’t leave until I had , even if it meant “lowering “ my choices from my ideal guy. I think most sluts are wired the same , I’d rather try , than go home for a wank. My issue these days is that I only get really turned on by pre loaded ass . But when the stars align it can still be fucking wonderful.

It's immoral to deny a man his full satisfaction once he's inside you. Learn to suffer in gratitude for the opportunity to serve him.

Only speaking to my experience but I was well gaped at the time and wanted to feel how it was to have a large gauge in me. We were careful and the top took his time in order for us to both enjoy it and make sure no damage was done to either one of us… needless to say, we were completely sober and tuned into what was happening and took it slow. It wasn’t a rough fuck at all. It all came about as I mentioned one of my fantasies was to have a thick chain inside me after seeing his PA on and he offered to put it on.

Why do you want them to stop? Not intended as a trick question - I often will continue having sex with someone after I've come (actually, I more often do this as the top), not because I'm that into it, but because I feel my sex partner deserves some fun, too. In my mind, feeling libidinous is just one of a great many reasons to have sex.

I visit London regularly, and on this occasion, Hard On was on at the same time. For those not in the know the best way to describe it is a cross between a dance club and an orgy.. There is a dance floor, then most of the rest is slings, dark rooms etc. I was in my favourite rubber gear. Wandered about - loads of hot guys. The upstairs areas tend to be the sleaziest, with guys fucking and sucking right left and centre! I was in quite a horny mood, and I was feeling in a top mood that night. I was in the darkroom which has minimal visibility. Through the darkness I saw one tall slim guy, in a rubber vest, bent over on a bench waiting for loads. I went up behind him and knocked my dick a few times on his ass. He pulled his cheeks open and I slid in. I think he had already been loaded once from the feel. I started to fuck him and I tried desperately to not cum quickly, but I think my dick had different ideas and I dumped quite a load into him. He looks back and goes "thank you sir", and I go and get another drink and cleanup. It's nice to switch roles sometimes! Next time I'll be on that bench..!

Let's face it, there's a huge difference between fucking with a condom and fucking raw, especially when the guy is shooting his load. At that point the tip gets too sensitive and the condom rubbing on it makes it very uncomfortable. I can't blame a guy wanting to shoot inside a warm smooth hole. I was stealthed in the 90's by a guy at the sauna who took off his condom. Before leaving my room he whispered in my ear "I left you a present", I touched my leaking hole. I never went back to condoms.

I prefer a dripping sloppy hole cum and piss. The boy should Never clean out the cum I’ll do it with my tongue.

I went Sunday back to Steamworks Hot a room cleaned out and lay on stomach door open In a few minutes I felt a hand feeling my ass. Looked up and this was a young Latin guy He closed door took his towel off and climbed on top of me He shoved his bare dick in my ass and started to fuck About 5 min of hard fucking I could feel him tense up . He then shot a huge load in me. He stayed in till he went soft. He pumped every last drop in me. When done got up put towel back on and left never said a word but he was a great start to the day

If you were my BF you would KNOW never to clean out those last loads....sit on my face as foreplay and tell me exactly where the loads came from to get us both heated up - make me jealous and MORE horny to fuck you. Love eating and fucking sloppy seconds....espcailly from a slutty BF's hole!!

Just took 4 loads behind a Walmart outside of Boston. Found a cruising spot on sniffies and decided to try it out. Did not disappoint. There were some trails in the woods I've heard guys talk about. Walked around and ran into some other guys cruising. Finally hooked up with one on a hidden side trail. Before I was even able to leave the spot another dude walked up to take his turn. My first black cock, and he shot 2 loads in me! Fucking hung dude and took his cock like nothing after being used a few times 😈

Authors Note: here's the second chapter of the story, it only contains Oral sex but I do think I've written quite a hot scene for this chapter. I have no Idea when chapter III will be out as I have a very busy schedule for the foreseeable future, the only thing I know is that it'll contain sex with a Trans Man, and so I've no idea what category I should post the next chapter in. Chapter II Lev followed the pounding music of the club, coming to a large doorway cloaked in in thick curtains, though the did little to hide the neon lights coming from beyond, or the sound of rave goers partying. He hesitated momentarily before finding his courage and pushing through the curtains. The room that met him was massive, two stories tall and with large enclosed half-circle booths encircling the room, presumably giving patrons a place to rest from the chaotic rave happening on the open dance floor in the dead center of the room. Above the crowded main floor there was a raised balcony surrounding the room and from what Lev could see, appeared to hold the Bar, open tables, and on the far side overlooking the dancefloor was the DJ's stage. Lev soon felt the pounding music and the strobing lights lift him of his worries as he stepped onto the dancefloor to join the massive crowd in their chaotic grinding and dancing. Stepping up he began to let loose, pairing up to grind with equally masked strangers and just as easily moving on to next- it was exhilarating. Though he briefly noticed he could not see anyone else wearing a lamb's mask. He soon felt a strong pair of hands grab his hips as he continued to dance before a deep baritone voice followed in his ear "Fuck, what's such a cute little thing like you doing in a place like this?" The voice was as soft as silk and smooth as honey, and Lev found himself entranced. Lev turned in the mans hold, the man's large hands moving from his hips to his plump ass to give it a squeeze while Lev took in the mountain of a man before him. He towered over Lev's modest 5'6, looking to be over a foot taller. He wore a beautiful black Panthers mask and leather jacket with no shirt underneath, revealing an extremely toned body and deep ebony skin. When Lev had finally finished ogling his new companion, he mustered the courage to respond with a smirk and all the false bravado he could muster "I'm looking to get ruined, why else would I be here?" Before placing his hand on the man's prominent bulge and giving it a rub. "Mm, well you're certainly dressed for success little lamb, mind if this big ol' Panther takes bite?" The man rumbled as his gave a quick and harsh smack to Lev's ass cheek. "Mm, lucky for you I'm into that" Lev laughed before allowing the masked stranger to lead him off the dancefloor and up the staircase to one of the private booths on the second floor. All while being unable to keep their hands off one another. The Panther quickly opened the door and tossed the lamb into the booth, quickly stepping inside, shutting, and locking the tinted glass door behind them. As soon as the door was locked they were on eachother, tongues battling for dominance as they made out, hands roaming freely over eachother's bodies. They naturally settled into a position with Lev positioned on the Panthers lap to deepen the kiss and maximize the amount of skin contact. Lev's hand instinctively went to the Panthers dreadlocks, the other preoccupied behind him, fiddling with the button on the Panther's skin tight leather pants. The Panthers hands had roamed his skin, one hand traveling under his pants to knead his ass, the other playing with his nipples- drawing all sorts of ungodly noises from the teen as his rough fingers teased the sensitive buds. Soon enough nature forced an end to the kiss, as both of their lungs began to burn from lack of breath. Pulling apart panting, Lev took a moment to catch his breath, as he finally managed to undo the button on the Panther's pants, allowing that black monster to spring free from its leather prison, and rub freely against Lev's thick bubble butt. Lev turned his head to finally take in the appearance of that monster cock. It was truly impressive, far longer than Lev's own well endowed 8 inches, it must've been a foot long! Not to mention the thickness, as he reached down to grasp it, he noted with a groan the cock was thicker than his own wrist and his fingers couldn't fully wrap around it! Lev also noticed the thick PA that sat at the summit of that godly uncut cock- a thick and heavy looking curved barbell ending in two small spikes. "Fuck baby, you're one hell of a Kisser, that tongue needs a warning label." The Panther whispered, voice husky from lust after he too caught his breath. Groaning slightly at the feeling of Lev grasping his throbbing cock. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you that was my first kiss would you?" Lev smirked at the look of shock on the man's face. Feeling a sudden rush of confidence from the reaction. "You fucking with me right? There's no way in hell that was your first kiss!" the Panther laughed. "Oh it definitely was! But I reeeeeeeealy wanna see how this fat cock of yours tastes, you up for being the first cock I've ever tasted?" Lev purred into the Panthers ear as he started stroking the manhood, feeling it throbbing in need even more. "Better get on your knees if you're wantin a taste of my meat little lamb" he spoke, those thick lips, glossy from their mutual spit forming into a predatory smile, all teeth. That was all the encouragement the little lamb needed as he slid down the man's lap and settled onto his knees on the floor, head full of blond hair just barely hidden under the heavy wooden table. Finally able to see the monster up close and personal. Lev almost laughed at the beautiful cursive script tattooed directly above the man's penis- spelling out the words "Cunt Wrecker", Lev's keen eyes also noted the large neon orange Scorpion tatted onto the left side of his abs, and the oddly familiar symbol of three interlocking crescents drawn around his navel. A scorpio perhaps? After finishing his brief observation, Lev's eyes traveled up that muscular body making direct eye contact with the Panther, baby blues meeting smoky amber, and a hot spark forming between them. Lev allowed his long tongue to fall from his mouth as he leaned forward and grasped the cock in front of him- starting at the base he allowed his talented tongue to lick a winding path along the underside of the man's monster all the way to the tip. The man moaned as Lev pulled the forskin down, and swirled his tongue around the head of that thick meat, all while never breaking eye contact as if they were caught in some strange form of lustful staring contest. Lev hadn't been entirely truthful when he told the man about his inexperience in sucking dick- although it was certainly true he'd never had the real thing, that didn't mean he didn't have any practice. Lev's horrible oral fixation had naturally led him to curious experimentation, and he had quickly learned how to tie a cherry stem with tongue alone, and pleasantly discovered he completely lacked a gag reflex. There was hardly a minute of the day that someone could find Lev's mouth unoccupied- gum, suckers, and cigarettes being his favored methods of oral distraction, though he could already tell from the musky smell and salty taste that this would take the Throne as his favorite. All of that to say: it was quite a shock to the Panther when the innocent little lamb lapping at his spear wrapped his little lips around his fat cock, swirled that dangerous tongue around the head, and practically unhinged his jaw as he suddenly swallowed almost half his cock in one go- the bulge in his throat clearly visible from the outside. The effect was immediate and harsh- the eye contact they'd maintained until that point was instantly broken as the Panther's eyes rolled into the back of his head, he heard a loud shout of "Fucking shit!" leave the man's lips as the feeling of his cock being so suddenly enveloped in such a tight, wet, heat caused what must've felt like an out of body experience. He felt the man grab the back of his head, fingers threading tightly in his thick blond locks. If Lev's throat wasn't filled to the brim with cock, there would have been a proud smile at nearly making a man cum in one go on his first try! Lev allowed the man a few more moments of bliss before gently pulling off the Panthers cock, giving the monster a quick kiss on the tip on the way, and finally looking innocently up at the Panther, waiting for the man to regain his composure. "God Damn! Warn a guy next time you're about to do that you little slut!" the Panther groaned shifting his hips and giving Lev's cheek a heavy slap with that now-wet member. Lev was smiling like a fool as he took in what he could see of the mans face outside the mask. "What? I thought everyone could do that!" He feigned innocence with a flutter of his eyelashes. The Panther let out a loud, boisterous laugh, the deep baritone of his voice giving the laugh a smooth and melodic tone. "Well, now that I know how naturally talented that throat of yours is smart ass, I'm not planning on holding back any now! I was gonna go easy on that tiny throat of yours, but now I'm gonna really fuck that little throat of yours little lamb!" That predatory smirk plastered right back on, as if he hadn't almost blown his load. Lev met the mans burning gaze with an equally passionate one, before slowly standing up and straddling him- leaning in close to his ear and saying as huskily as he could manage "Do it, fuck my virgin throat daddy, make me unable to speak tomorrow when you're done!" The Panther let out a growl, before grabbing Lev by the hips, picking him up and tossing him on the table. "Get on your back and lean your head off the table at this end little lamb." His deep voice instructed as he motioned to the front of the table, facing the glass wall that separated the booth from the Club outside, he suddenly realized it wasn't glass at all- it must've been some form of one-way mirror as he could see out from the booth clearly! He quickly did as he was told, positioning himself as instructed- the thought of possibly getting caught painfully exciting Lev's newly found exhibitionism kink. The Panther stepped in front of the table, just enough space between the mirrored wall and the table for him to fit, his cock swinging directly in Lev's face. "Alright boy, this is how this gonna work- in this position I should be able to work all this fat cock down that throat- and I'm planning to bury all it in there boy. Since you ain't gonna be able to speak if I'm going too fast or you can't keep your breath, ball up your fist and pound on my ass twice- I'll slow down. If you need me to stop and pull out, pound on my cheeks three times, sound good?" He said down to him as he took hold of his spear and started rubbing the tip against his lips. "Sound's goo-" He opened his mouth to speak and was promptly cut off as the Panther pulled back and buried that massive tool straight down his throat. It was so sudden Lev almost choked, barely having time to widen his jaw and relax his throat before it was so brutally invaded. Again nearly half the monster was buried inside his throat as Lev sputtered around the intruder only this time, instead of it pulling out it just kept going deeper. Lev felt the monster slowly pushing down his esophagus as the Panther wrapped a massive hand around his throat- being able to physically feel his cock through the stretched skin of Lev's neck. It took almost thirty seconds for that massive rod to complete its journey before the the Panthers fat balls rested against Lev's nose. It felt like that cock was reaching all the way down into his chest! Lev heard the Panther let out a long, low moan as he held his cock there for what felt like an eternity- long enough for Lev's vision to go spotty before gently pulling all the way out of his throat. Lev coughed and gasped for breath as the cock pulled free from his throat, barely able to regain an even breath. "You could've waited asshole!" He wheezed out between coughs, glaring up at the man. "Well, now we're even little slut! You surprised me with that throat, and I surprised you with this dick. Seems fair to me." That rich voice laughed as the Panther stepped back slightly and met his glare with an amused look, before giving his face another harsh slap with that cock. Lev's glare transformed into more of a pout after that, but the Panther stepped right back into position. "Alright, no more surprises little lamb, we'll take this nice and slow from here on out baby." He reassured Lev while gently running his fingers through his hair. "Now open wide for daddy little lamb and tap daddy's ass when you're ready." Lev did as instructed, opening his mouth wide and relaxing his throat- allowing all the air to pass from his Lungs as the Panther lined up with his lips, Lev gave the Panther's ass a cheeky slap, and it began. It was so much easier to handle that cock as it slid down his wet and well prepared throat, and soon they established a slow rhythm. Everytime he pulled out would take a much need breath, the Panther to his credit matched his thrusts to Lev's breathing and they steadily started working eachother up. Lev found he loved the heady feeling lack of oxygen gave him as the time between thrusts and breath decreased, at some point during the ordeal the Panther had undone Lev's pants and allowed his aching member free from its confines- he now had one hand massaging his cock through his throat and the other steadily jacking Lev's dick to the pace of his thrusts. All the while filthy things poured from the Panther's mouth in that deep baritone, only half of them Lev could hear over the sound of the man's balls slapping his face with a harsh stinging, and only part of them his slightly oxygen-deprived brain could understand: "Fuck yeah baby, take that fat toxic cock down that throat boy." "Oh yeah, just like that, worship that poz cock- you little neg whore." "Fuck I can't wait to knock that tight bussy up, you're going to spread my strain so good baby" "Yeah, yeah, fuck, you look so pretty taking all this toxic cock, you gonna look even prettier with my fat cock up that cunt." The next statement came after he started brutally fucking into his throat groaning loudly, he thrust once, twice, and finally came to a halt buried balls deep in Lev's throat. "Here it cums you little faggot, hope you enjoy your first lethal injection bitch! Take it all, take all that toxic load baby!" The hand that was jacking Lev's cock quickly buried itself in his golden locks, tightly gripping his hair as the hand grasping his throat also tightened, then Lev felt it, those massive balls pulling up and then that fat cock started throbbing harshly once, twice, three, four... he lost count of the number of shots after 6, his oxygen-deprived brain focused soly on swallowing the massive torrent of boiling cum lest he drown in the thick white substance. He tried to get him to pull out, pounding on the Panthers ass to get him to pull out so he could breathe, but he must've been lost in orgasmic bliss as Lev only felt that cock leave his throat as his vision slowly faded black, eyes rolling into the back of his head. The last thing Lev felt before he succumbed to the darkness was the feeling of warm cum painting his face and faintly... his own orgasm.

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The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."

We gingers love a good hard fuck 😈

Chapter 8: Shower Suprise We started toweling off as someone was about to enter the shower. They were your above average jock looking type with blonde hair and beautiful deep blue eyes. They were pretty much a loner on the floor usually just seeing them leave the dorm. So much a loner, neither Marc or Jimmy had ever seen them in the shower before, but they were curious. Now whomever designed the restrooms must have been a closeted gay, as the sinks and mirrors were directly across from the showers. Both Marc and Jimmy had used this to their advantage a few times to sneak a peek, and even saw a few guys jacking in the shower! They decided to sneak a peek as they had never seen the person in the shower before. The person in the shower had their back to the mirror as they were lathering up their muscled buns with one hand. It also appeared that they were playing with themselves with their other hand. They were hoping they would turn around to see their cock. Once they turned around, they were shocked to see they didn't have a cock, but they were fingering their pussy! They immediately knew why they had never seen them in the shower before! They reported back to me, and I said keep watching if you want, but after hearing what they said, I said I needed to grab some smokes from the room. I retrieved the smokes and gathered the two and went outside for a smoke. We were all in amazement about what they saw. I told Marc and Jimmy that I was envious of them having a "jock pussy" living not only in their dorm, but on their floor! They laughed at the term, and I told them I didn't make it up, and have seen several porns with them in it, and they were hot as fuck. As we were exiting the elevator, the jock pussy was coming out of the restroom. They introduced themselves as Dean. We exchanged pleasantries and invited then to our room for a drink. We gave them our room number, and they said they would stop by in a bit. Jimmy opted out of it, telling us he wasn't sure he was ready for that just yet! Marc was intrigued by a jock pussy, and when we got back to the room he asked me to find a jock pussy video to watch. He said we would turn it off when and if Dean arrived. I found a jock pussy video to watch, and when Dean arrived we turned it off and both slipped into jocks and gym shorts. We invited Dean In and poured us all a strong drink. Not only Marc and I were a bit buzzed, but so was Dean. We simply sat around talking about ourselves getting to know each other better. The alcohol got the best of Dean and he said he was a FTM but preferred to be considered male. To his shock, Marc said we knew as saw him in the bathroom mirror fingering his pussy. Dean said he wasn't aware of the bathroom" trick" but thanked Marc for telling him. Marc added there were some hot cocks on the floor,and that Jimmy's was the nicest by far, and that the three of us played before shower, and he was not ready for a Trans experience yet. Dean then asked if we were, and in unison, we said if not we wouldn't havw invited you.

While living in Chicago, opportunities for kinky opportunities ran rampant. Especially in the Roger's Park area. I was horned up after an especially stressful day at work. I hopped online, pulled up BBRT, and looked at the day's selection. There was a very handsome, lithe black top man looking to breed a hairy slut bottom. To top things off, he stated he was super dom and wanted a bottom to just shut up and not ask questions. He wasn't into partying, but didn't care if bottoms pre-Tripped. I messaged him a shot of my hairy arched back and fuck hole. He responded right away with an address. He asked me a question. "Do you mind that I'm deaf and mute?" "No. Why would I?" "Good. I want you to come to my place, but don't come in. Wait by the downstairs at the bike rack. Be pre-lubed or you'll take it dry, and I can't have my roommates or neighbors asking questions. Once you show up, you consent to do as instructed without any hassle. No fucking noise." "Hot." I was nervous as I took the 22 to his neighborhood. I stepped into a coffee shop, and ordered an Italian Soda. I walked into the bathroom, tied off, slammed myself .4, coughed, rode the rush, and poured out most of the Italian soda. I pulled another syringe out, and emptied the G into the remainder of the drink, and knocked it back. Losing any nervousness I had, I walked the few blocks to his building and waited by the bike rack of his old apartment building, which was also nearby the basement entrance. He emerged from the basement door. He motioned me to follow him. He was a little more muscular in person, and definitely had the air someone who was very dom. I followed him into the basement which stored more bikes, maintenance supplies, and laundry machines. He opened up a dark room that was used for storage, and had a mattress on the floor. It had definitely seen some action before. He motioned for me to come toward him. I went to suck his d*** and he slapped my hand away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me onto the the mattress. He positioned himself behind me, and reached into a bag he had placed beside it. He took out a ball bag which he promptly strapped to my head so I couldn't make much noise. He then put a blindfold on me and pulled it very tight. I could still see a little light out of the mask edges so it became obvious when he turned off the room's light and I heard the door shut. He shoved in with no mercy, and fucked me doggie styles so fucking roughly that I thought he was going to tear my hole. In five seconds he obliterated my second sphinctre. Even with the chemical help, I was trying to scream, so it's was fortunate for him that he had me gagged. I didn't care I was really turned on. He pulled my hair. He choked me. He made little punches in my back with his fists while keeping his fuck rhythm. It seemed like he was fucking me forever when he put me in a choke hold and choked me out. When I came too, I was still being fucked but on my back this time. I was still being f***** hard but somehow I felt fuller and it was just different. He was biting my nipples and slapping in my face. Out of nowhere he said, "Are you ready for my dirty load?" Confused but turned on I just groaned. He pulled my waist up higher so he could force fuck me and just drill me. I couldn't breathe and I thought I was gonna pass out again. And then he just grunted and pushed in me and held his giant cock so far inside my guts that I thought I was going to rupture. Then the blindfold was taken off and it was so dark I still couldn't see anything. And again he spoke, "Okay i'm gonna take the gag off now, if you say anything i'm going to lay you out." I heard him zip up the gear bag, and the light clicked on. Between the drugs and the bright light I couldn't get my eyes to focus. " I thought you couldn't talk." " Yeah. That's my roommate. Now get your clothes on and get out of here you fucking tweaked out slut." When I could see again, before me was a very muscular, hairy Middle Eastern wolfdaddy. He had put on a jock that contained a monster. I felt loose and cum was leaking, and something else I couldn't figure out. The top look at me desdainfully as he waited for me to leave. He looked impatient as I took too long to stand up and put on my clothes. I thought he was gonna shove me out the door. As he forcefully shut the door he said "Check your pockets faggot." In my pocket I found a folded piece of paper. In the note, the black top left his phone number, and a message that said, " Your pig cunt felt so good. I hope you don't mind that I put my fist up there for a while too." My only regret was a long bus ride home, because I needed to cum so bad.

Chapter 7: Hitting my Marc By now my cock was raging, and I asked Marc if he was ready to get fucked. Marc immediately got on his back and put his legs in the air. Jimmy grabbed another drink and did exactly what he did to me, spitting some Jack on Marc's hole. Putting a condom on was odd to me, but pretty sure that by the end of the weekend I would be in Marc raw after what Jimmy had said earlier. I slowly entered Marc, carefully listening to his moans and looking directly into his eyes. When I thought he was uncomfortable I stopped and bent over to kiss him, and saying things like it's OK babe. I knew it would be a challenge to him, so tried to be encouraging. Although it rarely happened to me, I simply hated when a guy would simply ask if I was OK. I made slow passionate love to Marc. Just like my dad had made love to me. Seeing the joy in his eyes and the smile on his face, the moans of pleasure were all worth it. His hole felt absolutely amazing, even with a condom on. His ass muscles squeezed every last drop of my toxic cum from my cock. When I pulled out, Jimmy said you guys had all the fun, so I want all the cum. I let Marc clean my cock though. It was getting late, and we decided to take a quick shower. The bars were still open for another hour, and we didn't expect any of the few still in the dorm would be coming home before they closed. When we got to the bathroom, Marc said he had to piss, and headed to the urinal, when Jimmy grabbed him and said to wait for the shower. Jimmy and I immediately got on our knees and Jimmy said make us your urinal. There was nothing shy about Marc's bladder this time! He filled both our waiting throats with his golden nectar. Both of us had swallowed at least two mouthfuls of his favorable Jack and Coke piss. Marc said it was now his turn. We decided to start slowly by pissing on his chest, occasionally on his face. Marc was definitely enjoying it! At first he kept his eyes and mouth shut, but it wasn't long before he opened his mouth and put his tongue out to taste our piss. Once he licked his lips, we knew it was time to have him drink from our taps. We didn't fill his mouth, but gave him a good taste. He seemed to enjoy it. The alcohol in our piss definitely made the taste more enjoyable.

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

He had hilted himself balls deep in me and I could feel the strong pulses all along his cock as he shot his cum into my ass. Every throbbing shot was punctuated by a loud grunt from him and I felt the hot wetness warming my guts. He shuddered while still inside me and collapsed onto my back. "Goddamn! I fucking needed that!" Darryl said, as he began to pull out. With three loads inside me now, my hole was beginning to feel sloppy and wet, and some cum dribbled out on Darryl's withdrawal. "My turn, but I want you to ride me." The younger top said as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and he maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed. Since I was still blindfolded, Martin grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "Relax, just follow my lead, I won't let you get hurt." I thought it was considerate of him that he wanted to make sure that I didn't bump my head or stub my toes as he positioned me over the younger top's cock and guided me down til I felt it sliding at my crack. I balanced myself, and lowered myself down onto what was probably a nice thick eight inch cock. It filled me nicely and, as I gained a solid balance while on my haunches, I started sliding up and down on it and heard the younger guy begin to grunt and breathe hard. "Relax, baby, let us do the work." Martin said, and I felt his hands on my shoulders so I would remain still and the younger top could thrust at his pace. "You ever been double fucked?" Martin asked and realization suddenly came crashing down on me. He intended to double fuck me! "I've seen it in porn but I'm scared, there's no fucking way my hole could do that!" I replied. "You'd be surprised how resilient assholes can be," he said laughingly. "I promised you you wouldn't get hurt, let me just stick my fingers alongside his dick and we can just play like that. If you're really not into it, we'll stop, deal?" 'Why not?' I thought to myself, 'so far he hasn't given me any indication that he's into pain' "Ok," I replied, "Just be careful, please." "Fuck Yeah!" He exclaimed and the other guys must have been waiting for my response because the top beneath me laughed and said, "Oh fuck! You're a brave motherfucker ha ha" Since his hands were already at my shoulders, he began to knead my shoulders and started working his way down my back, I found it relaxing and felt the tension slip away. The top underneath, said, "let me hug you." So I put my knees astride his body, keeping his hard cock inside me the whole time, and leaned over and hugged him. By this time, Martin had reached the base of my spine and continued tracing til his fingers were rubbing the rim of my hole; wrapped around the younger top's cock. It felt strangely erotic to be getting fucked and feeling fingers massaging my hole at the same time. I felt the coolness of lube being drizzled onto my hole and felt a pleasant little intrusion, as Martin's finger slipped inside. He started gently pulling and prodding at my hole. The whole time, I could feel the cock inside me grinding on my prostate. For a minute I shivered and shuddered with overstimulation and in that space, I felt a second finger slip. He used the 2 fingers in me to slip around my hole, gently pulling it and helping it relax until I was unconsciously pushing out and making it pout. The sensations were amazing, I loved having him play with my hole as a big cock was already in me. I welcomed the slight stretch when his third finger slipped in, followed after an excruciating minute by a fourth. After 4 fingers, I was literally sweating and panting and I felt this amazing counterintuitive sensation of my ass both being stretched almost to its limits but also feeling hungry for more at the same time. All I could do was moan. I was inwardly glad that I was as stoned as I was because this was surely the most amazing and adventurous thing I'd ever done. "Your hole looks beautiful wrapped around my fingers. You Ok, baby?" I heard Martin ask. "Uh...oh fuck yeah. That feels so fucking good. I feel so full." I moaned in reply. "That's nothing, baby. That's just my fingers stretching your entrance, I don't want to hurt you or tear you badly. My dick is going to stretch you more, if you need me to stop just say so. Here we go, so take a couple of deep sniffs of poppers." He said, and I felt more lube being drizzled but his fingers stayed in me, I guess to keep my hole stretched for his thick hole wrecker. As I felt the popper rush hit me, I felt the immense pressure of his big cockhead trying to slip into me in the space being created by his fingers. It was a tight fit and I could feel my hole almost give way as he started to nudge more insistently. I was trying to relax with all my will but he was just fucking huge. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long if you fuckers keep manhandling my dick like that." The younger top below me said. As stoned as I was I laughed and goddamn if that didn't do the trick, he didn't slam in but his cockhead and a good couple of inches suddenly popped right through my ring with a snap I felt in my soul and I yelped but more in surprise than pain. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Martin kept saying, as he froze while I saw stars and unconsciously clenched and unclenched rapidly, which I immediately willed myself to stop. I felt the sharp pain begin to subside as I relaxed. I think that for a moment, we were all frozen in time, captives of our own nerve endings and the thrills rushing through them. "Holy fuck! I've never felt so stretched in my life!" I said truthfully. "I'm close." The younger top said as I felt more lube drizzled between us. "You're so fucking tight, I want this hole wrapped around my dick all the time." Martin said and I literally felt my insides shift as he began sliding the rest of his big powerful poz cock inside me. Inch by inch he slid into me and alternately withdrew slowly until he was in me as deep as he could go considering our positions. The thrilling rhythmic sensations of pushing and pulling, filling and emptiness; soon lulled me into a blissful state and I sighed against the younger top's chest, even as I felt his heart jackhammer underneath me as he too pounded in and out of me. I was in that same bliss for I don't know how long, it felt like hours but was surely a few minutes. I started hearing both guys breathing heavier and grunting louder. I kept moaning as my prostate was battered from different sides. "Fuuuuck!!" The younger top below me shouted as I felt the tell tale pulses and warm wetness of his poz sperm flooding my guts. "Oh fuck YEAAAAHHH!!!" Martin followed shortly with a roar as he hilted himself as far as he could and my hole, stretched to its definite limits and stuffed to the brim with cocks, began to leak more and more cum. After a short while, the guys' tremors and orgasms subsided and with Martin's cock still inside me, I felt the younger guy slip out and roll out from under us. Martin took this opportunity to move me further forward onto the bed; still impaled on his cock. And held me down as he lay on top of me. "My friends are gonna get dressed and leave now, but your hole is going to get more loads. You did great, I like fucking you. You're gonna be my cumdump from now on, I'm gonna make sure I knock you up good. Your hole is where my poz babies belong." My only response was to grind my ass back against his hips, clenching and unclenching my ass to milk his cock, still balls deep inside me, and let him know how much I wanted to be bred poz by him.

He held his finger up to my mouth and I sucked it clean as he held my eye contact and smiled that mischievous smile again, and then kissed me roughly. Even when he kissed it was obvious who was in control. "My buds are almost here, let's get you in position." He said. We walked back into the room, I used the "Do Not Disturb" sign to block the latch again, and I got back up on the bed. He walked over to his clothes and got a black bandanna from a pocket and walked over to me. "Put this on, and trust me, I won't let anyone hurt you. I want you to focus on cock and holes; my cock, other cocks, and your holes getting filled with cum. Positive cum from big hard dicks turning that tight ass of yours into a positive cumdump. I want you to enjoy it, this is my gift to you for being brave and begging for my poz cum so beautifully. " I grabbed the bandanna from his hand, and looked into his eyes. He had kind eyes but was smiling with a mischievous smirk. I really don't know why, but I felt like I could trust him so I smiled back and said, "Thank you, I didn't know what to expect out of tonight but I'm really glad you took my poz cherry." He smiled and said, "Fuck yeah! I'm fucking you all night! Now get in position the guys are almost here." I wrapped the bandanna around my eyes and got on all fours on the bed. I felt him move on the bed and the mattress dipped in front of me as he grabbed my head and guided it to his cock. I felt his huge cockhead touch my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, afraid of hurting him with my teeth. As I tried to swallow him, I could hear the faint reverberations of metal on concrete as his buddies bounded up the stairs. Soon enough, the creak of the door announced his friends and as it latched, I could hear them undressing as Martin said, "Sup homies! I found us a nice tight chaser, he was neg when I walked in. Now he's got 2 of my loads deep in his ass that he begged for, let's give him more ha ha." "Holy fuck! That's one fuckable ass he's got." I heard a rich deep voice say. It felt odd being talked about like I wasn't there. But I remembered what Martin had said and I focused on his beautiful big cock filling my mouth as I felt 2 fingers being shoved roughly into my asshole. "Fucking tight too! That's nice." I heard from a different, younger voice behind me. "He says he hasn't been fucked in a while. I believe him, but that is one hungry fucking hole he's got there so let's give him what he wants." Although I had never considered myself a "chaser" like Martin said, actions speak louder than words and right now all I could think about was getting fucked and bred and filled with cum, especially Martin's poz cum. I was still horny as fuck and I was finally getting fucked by strangers like I'd fantasized about for a long time. My previous domestic life full of theater, dull dinner parties, and boring business dinners seemed like a distant memory and I couldn't be happier than to be here; a sleazy motel in a seedy part of town about to be bred by studs I couldn't see. Even as I thought this, I felt the bed shift and a blunt pressure on my asshole as the first of Martin's buds started to slide in. It wasn't as big as Martin's (I doubt that too many guys are) but it still stretched me pretty nicely and I could feel him slide in with a little resistance. He felt really good, deep enough to enjoy but not so deep it hurt. "Fuck! This is some fucking good pussy!" I heard the top say, the deeper voiced one. "I got a 6 day load for you, baby. You're definitely getting knocked up. Not gonna lie, one look at your ass and I knew I was gonna end up balls in you." "Wow! I'm glad you like it, I'm definitely enjoying it too." I responded. I felt the bed shift to my left and felt the younger guy's hand on my chin trying to get me to suck him. I backed off from Martin's cock and turned to take the younger guy. It was also thick and I could barely fit him in my mouth. In my stoned state I chuckled inwardly thinking "what the fuck is in the water around here that makes them grow so thick?!" But in reality I just opened wide and started giving him head. Not to toot my own horn but I've been told by just about every guy that I give great head. The younger guy seemed to agree, he'd placed a hand on my shoulder for balance and was moaning like a man possessed. Meanwhile, the guy with the deeper voice whose name I later learned was Darryl, was beginning to rock in and out of me furiously. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh fuck! Getting ready to breed you baby, gonna fucking poz that beautiful pussy, fuck, oh yeah, baby here it comes, HERE IT FUCKING COMES!!!" "Fuck yeah! Please give me your poz cum, please poz my hole. Yeah, breed that ass." I said back to him, encouraging him as he roared, and with one last shove, shot his poz cum just as he had predicted; balls deep inside me.