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Jay stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the morning light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting a soft glow on his bare chest. He had spent the night at Doug's place, and the intimacy they had shared still lingered in his mind. He needed to freshen up, but first, he wanted to brush his teeth. He opened the medicine cabinet, the small mirror on the inside reflecting his face back at him. As he rummaged through the shelves, he noticed the usual array of toiletries: toothpaste, mouthwash, painkillers. But something was missing. There was no PrEP. Jay frowned slightly, his mind racing. Seeing its absence here, in Doug's bathroom, sent a ripple of curiosity through him. He closed the cabinet and brushed his teeth, the minty foam filling his mouth as he tried to push the thought aside. But it nagged at him, a small seed of intrigue that he couldn't ignore. He found Doug in the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Doug was leaning against the counter, a mug in his hand, his hair still tousled from sleep. They were both still naked. He looked up as Jay entered, a small smile playing on his lips. "Morning," Doug said, his voice rough with sleep. "Morning," Jay replied, leaning against the doorway. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask. "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Sure ..." Doug said. After a short pause, Jay went on, "I was looking for a toothbrush and noticed you don't have any PrEP in your medicine cabinet. Are you not on it?" Doug took a sip of his coffee, adrenaline surging through his body. "No, I'm not." Jay raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Are you chasing?" He asked, his tone casual, non-judgmental. "I mean, no judgment. That's how I converted." Doug shook his head, setting his mug down on the counter. "No, it's not that. I just... I don't know. Rationally I know I should. But it's never felt right. I think because it's not 100% effective. I'm going to get fucked bare, I'm driven to that. And so there would still be the anxiety. If I did convert, I'd be taking pills anyway. It doesn't feel worth it to me for the lower risk, I guess." Jay studied Doug for a moment, his eyes tracing the lines of Doug's body. He stared visibly at Doug's full erection, the way his breath hitched just a little. "But you're turned on by the chance of converting...." Jay said, his voice low, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Doug saw that Jay was judging him by his boner. His gaze dropped to Jay's crotch, his own breath hitching as he noticed Jay was hard too. "By that standard, it would seem to turn you on too," Doug countered, his voice barely above a whisper. Jay chuckled, stepping closer to Doug. "Erections are a great lie detector for certain things. Okay, I'll go first. Yeah, I have a POZ fetish," he admitted, his voice a low growl. "It's why I chased. It still turns me on. I love fucking POZ sluts. I love getting POZ cum fucked into my hole from time to time. And especially I'm turned on by the thought of shooting my virus into a willing unprotected hole. Now that I know I've been shooting my cum in your unprotected ass, it's driving me wild." He reached out, his hand brushing against Doug's, the touch sending a spark between them. "But you're undetectable," Doug said. "How would you know?" Jay cocked an eybrow. "We've never discussed it." Doug paused and said, "from looking at your BBRTS profile". Jay smirked, feeling he was getting to know a lot more about what made Doug tick. "Not everything guys put on there is accurate you know. But yeah, I am. Still, it doesn't mean there's no virus in my cum. Just less than an infectious dose. And so it still turns me on knowing I've shot some of my HIV in your unprotected hole. So now you know why I'm hard. Your turn." Doug hesitated, his fingers curling around his mug. "I... I fantasize about it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "About converting, about being a POZ pig. I fantasize about those things a lot. But I feel ashamed of these fantasies. I fear I could regret acting on them." Jay's hand cupped Doug's cheek, his thumb brushing against Doug's skin. "You have to do what feels right to you," he said softly. "But for what it's worth I don't think you would regret it. I think you'd love it. For sure there are downsides of being POZ. And for sure there are guys who regret converting, but in my experience those guys either never wanted it and just got carried away or wanted it but had some unrealistic fantasy about what it would be like. But I've never come across anyone who regretted converting who had a fetish for the real thing. Like me. And I think like you." He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "Anyway we have these erections. It seems a waste not to do something about them." Doug shivered, his body responding to Jay's touch, his words. He set his mug down on the counter, his hands gripping the edge as Jay's lips found his neck, kissing, nibbling, sending shivers down his spine. "Fuck," he breathed, his cock hardening even more than he thought possible. Jay's hands slid down Doug's chest, his fingers tracing the lines of Doug's muscles. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Doug's hips, pulling him closer. He could see Doug's cock, hard and ready, and he licked his lips, his own cock throbbing in anticipation. He took Doug's cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, his thumb brushing against the tip. He looked up at Doug, his eyes dark with desire. "You want this," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want me to fuck you raw, to fill you with my POZ cum." Doug moaned, his head falling back, his hips bucking into Jay's hand. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes." Jay stood up, his lips crashing against Doug's, his tongue pushing into Doug's mouth, claiming him, possessing him. He spun Doug around, pushing him against the counter, his hands gripping Doug's hips, pulling him back against him. He could feel Doug's ass against his cock, the heat, the need, the desire. He reached around, his hand gripping Doug's cock, stroking it in time with his own thrusts. "I'm going to fill you with my cum, going to make you mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pushed back against Jay, his ass grinding against Jay's cock. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Please, Jay. Please." Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding between Doug's cheeks. He spat on his fingers and on Doug's ass, knowing it was still full of his cum from last night. He reached around, his fingers finding Doug's hole, pushing in, stretching him, preparing him. Doug moaned, his body responding, his hole clenching around Jay's fingers. Jay's fingers slid out, and he positioned his cock at Doug's entrance, pushing in, the heat, the tightness, the sensation sending sparks through him. He gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding in, filling him. Doug moaned, his body responding, his hole clenching around Jay's cock. Jay's thrusts were slow at first, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's hole. He leaned down, his lips finding Doug's neck, kissing, nibbling, sending shivers down his spine. "You're mine," he growled in Doug's ear, his voice low, possessive. "My slut for POZ cum. Mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pushed back against Jay, his ass grinding against Jay's cock. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Yours, Jay. Yours." Jay's thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's hole. He gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding in, filling him, claiming him, possessing him. Jay's hand slid around, gripping Doug's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me," he growled in Doug's ear, his voice low, possessive. "Cum for me, My slut for POZ cum. Mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He came with a cry, his cum spilling over Jay's hand, his body shuddering, his hole clenching around Jay's cock. Jay groaned, his own release crashing over him, his cum filling Doug's hole. They stood there for a moment, their breaths ragged, their bodies trembling. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. He spun Doug around, his lips crashing against Doug's, his tongue pushing into Doug's mouth. When they finally pulled apart, Doug's eyes were dark with desire, his body trembling, his hole still clenching. Jay's eyes were dark with satisfaction, his body trembling, his cock still hard, still ready. Doug looked at the clock on the wall, his eyes widening. "Fuck, I have to go to work," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Jay chuckled, his lips brushing against Doug's. "Go," he said, his voice low, possessive. "But remember, you're mine. I've marked you." Doug shivered, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pulled away, his body trembling. He grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly, his mind racing, his body still trembling, still feeling Jay's touch, his words, his cum. As he left the apartment, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, of desires, of fears. He could still hear Jay's words in his ear, his voice low, possessive. "You're mine. I've marked you." He walked to work, his body trembling, his mind racing, his heart pounding. He didn't know what the future held, what this meant for him, for Jay, for them. But he knew one thing. He wanted more. He wanted Jay. He wanted to be Jay's POZ pig, his slut, his. What he still didn't know was whether he had the guts.

Just got back from Wednesday Men’s Club here in Denver (Arts District). Busy day with mostly guys 30+ all shapes, sizes and plenty of tops 😀 Got fucked by at least a dozen (probably closer to 20) different men. My hole was used for about 2 hours with very little interruption. One guy observed that my hole was so sloppy I was easily the Cumdump of the day. One guy fucked the cum out of me and my jock was so wet! Had a well endowed guy cum all over my hole and crack so these two kinky dads could use it for lube. Ended up taking 6 confirmed loads.

I became a cum-addicted drug-fueled sex addict...and this is my story... Back around 2008 I traveled a lot for business and...truth be told...I was drinking a fair amount and getting super-horny while travelling on the road. About this time, I really started to uncover my sexuality, and I started to realize I am very much bisexual (more like polyamorous or hyper sexual…basically I will have sex with just about anyone). I started cruising and looking to hook up on the road on apps like Craigslist (initially) and Adam4Adam…exploring my sexuality, especially the oral bottom side of me. Wind the clock forward to today and I am mostly a top attracted to smaller, (much) younger, and twinkier guys and/or trans. I started looking for guys that needed a good blowjob or an ass to fuck. I was more bottom back in the early days (but I have demonstrated I am certainly Li lol versatile). I would often arrange to have guys stop by my hotel room to find the door open, lights down low, me naked and either kneeling and blindfolded…or ass up in bed. I developed a real fetsih for sucking and getting fucked by big black cocks (I’m a medium-sized white guy). There were many hot stories from this time period…mostly traveling the east coast and places like North Carolina and Atlanta (where there were lots of horny black guys looking to fuck a hungry white ass). I hosted many anonymous men for hook-ups...including a few gang bangs and once the running of a train on my turned out asshole. I was mostly an oral bottom but did enjoy the asses of a few smooth twinks now and then. I have a real penchant for young, smooth, skinny twinks and femboys. Later, in 2014 I changed jobs with even more travel and it took me to the San Diego area for long stays. It was during some of those late nights looking for hook-ups that I started seeing guys up late partying, and it was then that I met for the first time a guy who was parTying….and I fell in love with it right from that first experience. I hope you don’t mind me sharing my history and my partying stories. I enjoy reliving some of this past…as it takes me right back to those horny sessions and let’s me re-live the drug-fueled scene in my brain. And so with that…here is chapter 1 of Diary of a CumsluT Chapter 1 - The First Time I met him on-line….making a connection around 10pm on a Tuesday night on Adam4Adam (these were the days of Craigslist and A4A….years before Grindr). His profile said “hung bbc parTy top” and I was immediately interested…especially since I already had given two anonymous blowjobs that evening in my hotel room and I was horny to get fucked. After some back and forth I invited him to stop by my hotel room. I was in the North San Diego area and in town on business all week. Luckily tomorrow was a light work day so I could hunt for cock and not worry about staying up too late...man was that a bad idea! He said he would bring parTy supplies and some toys…and I agreed but didn’t fully understand what that meant. I was already naked, shaved smooth, and cleaned out by the time he arrived…a muscular black man that was confident and in control….a subtle air of dominance. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees after he arrived and settled into my room…unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down to expose a dirty bulging jockstrap. He also pulled out his backpack to unpack and organize a variety of supplies on the desk as I fondled and kissed at his bulge….lube, poppers, several dildos, a few different sized butt plugs, and then a shaving kit which turned out to hold his party supplies…which included a torch, glass pipe and a small baggie of white crystalline powder. He asked if I had some good porn to watch and I pulled up a few gay porn sites for him on my laptop, watching with curiosity as he loaded up the glass pipe with a few large shards of the white crystals from the baggie and fired up the pipe with the small torch...slowly melting the shards and slowly creating a white smoke within the bulb of the glass pipe. He first demonstrated by taking a hit if the pipe, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as he smiled from the rush...and then showed me how to hit the pipe and blow a big cloud. The rush was instantaneous...and intense. Even as I was exhaling and blowing my first cloud out from my lungs I blurted out…"can I buy some of this from you before you leave?" I was in love with Tina from that first hit as my head spun and I immediately felt like Superman...a very horny Superman. After 3 hits I was flying and hungry for sex as I began to rub the growing lump in his bulging crotch. It wasn’t long before he was pressing down on my shoulders and I suddenly found myself on my knees…face to face with his large bulging crotch. I pressed my face into the bulge off of his jockstrap and inhaled his dark masculine musk through my nose...causing my cock to twitch and leak a drip of pre-cum. I began loaning and mewling with a hungry desire and instantly became his sweet little submissive cocksucker in that moment, rubbing my face into his hard bulge and blowing my warm breath into his well-filled jockstrap…licking at the growing wet spot in the soft cotton pouch from his leaking cock... I had become a sweet little cocksucker hungry to be fed. After a few more hits on the pipe and swapping shotguns as he forced his cloud into my lungs….i began a very lengthy, very focused cocksucking session…a session like none-other before as i was never so focused or motivated to suck cock and give pleasure as I was in that moment…high on Tina and kneeling in that darkened hotel room…kneeling between this dom black god’s muscular, spread open legs. I was exactly where I was meant to be. He began to flip through some hardcore gay porn and would occasionally take a big slow hit of the pipe. I was flying high on meth for the first time and totally focused on this black god’s snake of a 10-inch cock…my warm wet mouth sucking on his foreskin and kissing on that smooth plump head, my tongue licking at the length of his veiny shaft and my lips stretching to take in the girth of this large black cock that was now standing at full attention in my face and in mouth…working the fat, engorged plum-sized head with extra diligence…making it wet with spit with a nice tongue-bath and using my lips and tongue to worship the sensitive frenulum underneath his bloated glans, licking and sucking on the fat meaty helmet-shaped knob. “Yeah boy…get to work now. I’m gonna lie back and enjoy your mouth and throat for awhile!”, he mumbled as his hands came down into my field of vision and I pulled my head back so that he could apply a thick silicone cock ring around his hard cock and bloated balls...making his cock even stiffer and making it jut out even more pronounced and veiny…and his big egg-shaped balls bulging in their nutsack...just as I like them...the cockring causing his ripe nuts to bulge…over-ripe and bloated full of man-seed…readying themselves to be relieved of their thick creamy load right down my sucking gullet. I was also being motivated by this black stud's responsive groans, soft grunts, and the low moans issuing from deep in his throat above me as I began to go to work with my lips, tongue, and warm mouth. Every 5 minutes or so I would hear the torch fire as he took another hit…lazily hitting the pipe and watching porn as he got his big snake of a cock sucked by his new little cocksucking bitch…me!. And so I began a lengthy cock worshipping session...several times raising my head up to lock lips so he could shotgun his exhaled cloud into my lungs and on several occasions sucking on the pipe as he fired the bowl to get a big lungful of smoke myself…blowing my cloud on the tip of his cock and down around the length of his meaty shaft as I squeezed the base and felt how fully alive his cock was as the blood pulsed through the girth of his thick meaty shaft. I love sucking a hard ringed up cock…and his was perfection! I somehow remembered that one of his texts said he was stopping by directly after a hard workout at the gym? No shower?…PERFECT! I pressed my face into the sweaty moistness that I found deeper in his crotch, inhaling deeply at the dark, intoxicating male muskiness that I found there…my nose crinkled at the distinctly sour black man-scent as I pushed my face deeper, huffing his musk and imprinting his dark scents into my hungry cocksucker’s brain. God do I love the strong overpowering sweetly sour man-scent of a horny black man’s crotch. To this day I can’t get enough and Ama slave to it. My consciousness collapsed down to focus on the action of my hungry cocksucker’s mouth as it worked on that smooth, slick, bulging cockhead…beginning to work the skin back and worship it. His cock became a bar of steel with a fat plump head and a big thick vein running down the length of it. I used my tongue to trace and lap at his veiny shaft...becoming obsessed with working that big vein with soft licks and gentle kisses. But my man was flying and he needed more, and he showed his impatience for getting deeper into my warm silky throat...and eventually…inevitably….his large strong hand found the back of my head as he began guiding my sucking mouth further down…showing me how he wanted his cock sucked…teaching me how to be the best cocksucker for him in that moment….connecting us as if one as I became focused on the thought of becoming the best cocksucker I could be for him…for this cock….for me….focused, dedicated, submissive, subservient…hungrily committed to giving the maximum pleasure with my mouth and throat that I could possibly give in that moment. “Yes, baby….that’s it, baby…you're doing so good, baby. Go to work for Daddy...go to work for that big 5-day nutt that Daddy’s gonna feed you. And after I squirt my juice into your belly…Daddy’s gonna put my second nutt deep up in your white-boy pussy.” I loved his strong commands and words of encouragement…it fueled me to suck him even better. He kept flipping through hardcore gay porn in between hits on the pipe….telling me the kinds of porn he liked....how he especially liked black guys double penetrating skinny white boys the best. He told me he was trying to get a friend to stop by so they both could get up in my stretched hole at the same time. I groaned at the thought and mumbled something to the effect…”yes sir…please sir.” His cock leaked a big dollop of sweet tasting pre-cum into my mouth in response to my begging. Another hit of the pipe and then a fresh bottle of poppers appeared at my nose. I couldn’t imagine flying higher…but the combination of blowing a big cloud and then getting poppered up drove me into a cock sucking frenzy….lost in the haze of Tina and poppers and the big cock that I was put on earth to serve. He leaned forward and pushed his big hands down my back, finding my smooth asscheeks….pulling them apart as his long fingers explored my smooth crevice and started massaging my tight little pink pucker. I am naturally smooth except some hair in my asscrack (which I had shaved earlier), so now I was as smooth as porcelain. It was clear this man appreciated my smooth clean butt and wanted more of that. “Daddy’s gonna need to work this little pussy-hole open...make it blossom and sing....mmmmmmmmhhhh...so tight and just begging to blossom open.” He mumbled as he worked a spit-covered finger up to the knuckle into my tight sphincter. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump to get that pussy-hole hungry for Daddy’s cock…and then you need to get this big 5-day nutt down your pussy throat.” And with that encouragement I felt him bring a small thin injector to the lips of my hole and then plunge it inside. He pushed it about 2 two inches into my quivering asshole and the hit the plunger...forcing a small amount of a slippery liquid into my flexing rectum. It burned like hell right from the start. "What the hell is that?", I shrieked...and to which he replied..."Don't worry, the burning sensation will pass...and it will be replaced by a warmth and an insatiable need to get fucked. That's called a booty bump and it is lube laced with quite a bit of Tina." I relaxed and went back to focusing on his cock that needed my attention..fat and glistening with my spit. I got back to work like the dutiful little cocksucker I had become, Slowly…inexorably…I pushed him deeper down into my throat...feeling the soft tissues of my throat open and stretch... my neck bulging full of cock as I kept my focus and started going down further…sliding his length deeper…as the poppers helped me to relax and open my throat… pressing his fat knob first against the back of my throat...causing me to gag and then push through the resistance…stretching my throat open and suppressing my gag reflex…my throat juices wetting his fat head as I worked myself open to take all of his thick 9 inches deeper…working my throat muscles to suckle and milk his engorged cockhead like a sucking mouth in my throat...until finally the resistance disappeared and he sank balls deep into my warm silky gullet. Once I was able to get my throat open and take him deep it then became easier to fully engulf his length as my nose became buried in his curly black pubes and his big bull nuts got squished and rested on my chin. A firm hand came to the back of my head and held me down...holding me down with a throat full of cock…forcing me to serve his cock and milk it with my flexing throat muscles. Flying high and sucking cock the best I possibly could. I pulled back in order to breath and then I began to use my active tongue to lick at the tip and up and down his big beautiful black veiny shaft…using wet lips to kiss and suck my way up and down his thick veiny shaft...eventually finding his big cum-congested nuts in their bloated ballsack and giving them a loving wet tongue-bath, using thick wet licks and eventually taking each one in turn into my warm sucking mouth...trying valiantly to get both nuts and his whole ballsack into my stretched open mouth but I just couldn’t do it. I began to worship his ripe, semen-filled balls until he spread his legs wide open, totally relaxed and asking me to really go to town on his balls....so I did! Eventually I got both his nuts in my stretched open mouth...my mouth now full of ripe nuts and my lips encircling the root go his balls and strangling them just like he wanted. I worshipped his balls for what felt like an hour Waking up from as if in a trance...I finally pulled off his nuts with a loud slobbery pop and moved my head back up his shaft and took a big hit of poppers...knowing full well that I was going to go work on his big cock...go for the run up to his nutting down my eager throat. Soon I was in all fours between his legs…rocking my whole body back and forth to take as many of his steely inches as I could…often going down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes, only to slowly pull back to kiss at the tip and then re-start the round trip all over again. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic sound of “gluck….gluck…gluck…” as I rocked back and forth and his cock punched and pounded away at my pussy throat…his fat cockhead smashing over and over again into the soft tissues of my sucking throat as I forcefully stretched myself open to milk his cockhead and take his whole length. His thick cock was stretching my throat and now I could take him fully…despite him being too fat for a normal throat...too fat to get through the final constrictions of a normal throat…but mine was not a normal throat. I was flying high on Tina and I was now the Throat Goat. He took the opportunity to hold my head down and raise his hips forcefully, humping himself up to thrust himself deeper and blowing out past the final barrier in my throat to easily fuck his last few inches into my stretched throat…bulging out my neck as I now more easily took his full length…now with my nose pressed into the tight wiry curls of his damp musky pubic hair. I couldn’t breathe…my airway was blocked by thick cock…but I didn’t care and would have happily died right there and then...asphyxiated by thick black cock if I was allowed to...I was that focused on this beast of a cock that I was sucking…intensely concentrating with my every fiber of my soul...so focused that I forgot that I needed to breathe and almost passed out . I didn’t care as I had given myself totally over to sucking cock and my airway being blocked was just one of the consequence of my devotion “Awwwww mannnn…you gonna get this nutt…you gonna get this nutt…you…gonna…get…this…big creamy nutt!”. The man stopped me one last time for another big hit from the glass pipe and a shotgun of forced cloud into my lungs...and then the need to unload hit him with full force... "Ahhhhhhhh.....fuuuuuck son...you're gonna get this nutt...shhhhhhhhhiittttttt…go get your creamy reward baby-boy...go get it!!"... ...and with that he started a new rhythm, fucking his hips forward and working in synch with my rocking motion as I thrust my body back and forth and bobbed my head up and down to slide his thick cock down my throat...and then he pulled my head down onto his cock using a big strong hand on the back of my head as he thrust his hips up...spearing his hard cock into the soft tight warmth of my gullet...skull fucking me and raping my throat until I felt all resistance gone and I became his cum receptacle...at last a place for him to bury his seed and fill up with cum. And just then, I felt his nuts tighten up against his body and a big blast of his creamy seed pulse up the big shaft of his cock. "Oohhhhhh shit boy....here it comes!" He was buried in my throat and so I never tasted the first several blasts of his cum as he blasted his load straight down my gullet and into my waiting belly. I love milking an exploding cock by working with throat muscles...milking it to relieve it of its heavy load. His cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and throat and I knew he was injecting his heavy seed load directly down my throat as I felt the warmth of his cum fill my belly...and after the first 4 or 5 heavy squirts, I pulled back and was rewarded with a big mouth full of thick heavy cream that I mostly swallowed and then let some of the next few pulses dribble from the corners of my mouth to leak and drip down my chin. “Awwww fuuccckkkk…that’s good boy! Milk my cock with that warm mouth and pussy-throat boy." He let me continue to suckle and milk his spent cock...my favorite part as I used my tongue and sucking throat ,ilk the final remnants of his load from his nuts....eventually pulling back to smack my tummy lips and lick the dredges of his sperm from my lips and chin. To this day I love to show my feeder how much I appreciate him feeding me his big creamy load and I like wearing his cum around on my face as a show of gratitude. “Now get up here and show me that little pussy hole of yours…I bet that booty bump is working it's magic and has that hole all warmed up by now!”.

Pete was an 18 year old high school senior. It was spring break. His parents were away. And Ray the old neighbor from two doors down was staying with them. When his home got flooded. And was waiting for the work to be completed. Pete with his dark hair swimmers build. Incredible handsome face. His girlfriend, Amy was away with her family. Ray being retired. Was almost always there. Ray would sneak into Pete’s bedroom and look at the young man sleeping. Lucky for Ray. His room was next door to Pete’s and Pete being a deep sleeper never noticed him. Still Pete felt uncomfortable around Ray. Being that Pete was on vacation. He was going to call off Saturday from work and head to a bar with his some of his friends. He couldn’t go in with his ID. After all, he was graduating in June and was underage. But he had a fake ID. He told Ray he would be spending the night at his friend’s house after work. Ray told him have fun. With Pete out of the house. Ray would use that time to read and relax. ”Home on a Saturday night alone.” Ray said to himself. After a couple of hours, Ray decided to head out for a drink or two. The bar he was going to was called “cow top.” A gay bar for older gay gentlemen. Who like to lust and try to and sometimes succeed in picking up younger guys and going home with them. Pete was there with his friend Brad. Neither of them thought anything about it mostly being men. There was a couple of women there too. Jay the bartender and owner ID the two young men. Had a couple of drinks. One of the women approached Pete and started flirting with him. Shelley was her name red short hair green eyes. And she brought Pete a drink. Brad decided to leave with Pete’s attention now on Shelley. Shelley was 32 years old. And was transgendered. They made out Pete never suspecting. Ray had shown up and saw them. He went over and saw that Pete was wasted and Shelley was leading him into the backroom to fuck him. “Shelley, he’s a minor.” “Underage drinking.” “Did you tell him that you’re transgendered?” “Or were you just going to surprise him and stick your dick into his virgin straight ass?” “I had no idea.” She said. “I have to get him home.” Ray said. So Ray and Shelley got him into Ray’s car. And both men drove home. “Are you going to tell my parents, Ray?” Pete asked. ”I would have to.” Actions have consequences.” Ray said. “Ok” Pete said with a defeated sigh. Once they were home. Ray got Pete into his bedroom he started to help Pete get undressed. ”I said earlier action have consequences.” “However, I have an idea and if you agree to it.” “I won’t tell your parents.” Ray said. ”I’ll do anything!” Pete said. “My parents will ground me until I go to college in the fall.” “Anything?” Ray said with an evil grin. ”Yes!” Pete said. Not paying attention that he was in his underwear and that Ray was stroking his knee. ”take off your underwear.” Ray ordered. “Im going to give you a blow job.” “Better than that girlfriend of yours does.” “How do you know about that?” Pete asked “There’s a hole in the wall over there and I have a pretty good view.” “So I suck you off.” “Or I’ll tell your parents.” Your dad who’s a judge and has taken drunk drivers off the road.” “Think of how that would look on your dad.” With no other choice. Pete removed his underwear and let this old pervert who made him uncomfortable suck his dick. Pete was still very drunk when Ray told him to lay on his back. Ray rimmed the young man’s ass. “You’re tight.” Ray said Pete moaned. He had a hard on. Thanks to Ray. Ray left and came back with lube and his phone. He first send out three text messages and took photos of the drunk naked teen. He lived up his dick and Pete’s ass. “Remember Pete.” “Actions have consequences.” “And this is your punishment.” Ray gently placed the tip of his dick inside Pete’s ass. He slowly put the rest of his 7 inch hard cock inside the straight teen. Who could only say “please” but couldn’t get the word “don’t” out of his drunk mouth. Ray had been dreaming of this since Pete turned eighteen. And now he was going to have him. Pete thought the overweight man would crush him. But didn’t. He tried to push Ray off of him. But being drunk he was too weak. Ray took his time with Pete. Thrusting his dick in and out of the young man’s now loose hole. “Fuck, you feel so fucking great”. Ray said. As Pete tried in vain to get the old man off. Ray turned Pete on his side. Ray stroked Pete’s still hard cock and the young man came within 10 minutes. Ray felt his cock pulsing getting ready to cum. He decided to cum inside of him. So Pete will always know. That the guy he knew didn’t like him was his first. “Here it cums!” Ray shouted. Shooting his load inside Pete’s ass. Pete was spend. Ray’s phone went off. He left. Pete took his finger took some of Ray’s cum. He was repulsed by it and Ray and yet he got fucked by him. Pete started to get up, got to the door but was surprised when he saw Ray with three other old men naked with hard cocks. “Please no.” Pete begged. ”Petey, remember all actions of consequences” said one of the three men who Pete recognized as the old janitor at his high school. “You were always teasing me about if you were gay, I wouldn’t be able to fuck you, because you were too young and fast to be caught by an old man like me.” “Well the tables have changed.” “And now you’re getting fucked by four old men.” with that Ray closed the bedroom door and all four men continued their assault on the helpless young man. Shooting loads deep inside his ass and mouth. The next morning Pete woke up with naked with Ray naked next to him and the Janitor on the floor. The other two men had left. Pete was going to call the police. But he knew he couldn’t. After all he had agreed to Ray’s terms and he didn’t want to tell anyone what had happened. “Where are you going?” Ray said. “Get back into bed and have your breakfast.” “It’s the most important meal of the day. And so it began. Pete was to be a submissive bottom to Ray and his friends. And not be able to do anything about it.

It's not about the way cum feels as lube. It's close to spit except it lasts longer (spit dries up), very close to precum, but it's more slippery than oil based lubes that give you a kind of friction that you can pound through. I like that feel better. It does sound hot. Wetter and sloppier. It's about a couple of things. First, you're fucking a slut. You know he just took another man's load and he probably doesn't care too much about who fucks him. That removes the pressure to perform or satisfy and centers the experience on you and your dick. He's going to give you what you want. Let you do what you want, and like it. Screening for pre-loaded bottoms also means they're experienced and actively horny -- there are a lot of inhibited guys out there who rarely actually get fucked and those are likely to flake on you or not know how to take dick. Second, you're connecting with the other tops. Competing, in a primal way that activates when you feel another man's cum on your dick. You have to fuck harder and deeper and better if you want your sperm to win. It doesn't feel like pressure, it feels like motivation, and it's the kind of motivation you get rewarded for. Your balls automatically step up, you step up, the ass feels better, and when you cum, you cum hard.

Auth-Whores Note: The fair warning on PTSD suffers applies. If you are like me (sometimes) and surf through till the sex starts then scan through till the next section. If you are a civilian, a Sister Service Vet, or a Marine who appreciates just how much the universe fucks with us, this section is for you. Hopefully T4 will make up for any missing pecker tracks in this section. Enjoy. .Continued... T3 My Uncle was saying something about going towards the light but someone else kept interrupting him. The rude interrupter was saying look at the light, follow the light with your eyes but the light was waving left and right, up and down. I felt like I was going to hurl. I closed my eyes and mumbled ‘enough already’. There were people around me, it looked like the interruptions were coming from a guy in a lab coat. Do you know where you are? I hazarded a guess “flat on my ass in the clinic”? I closed my eyes again and started a sit up. Woah Marine, just lay back, I’m going to get your vitals again. “Mike, can you see this paper? Please sign it if you can”. “How do you know my name”? The guy in the lab coat pointed at the form. “My name is Dr. Burroughs, it looks like you are back with us now. Your episode was a real attention getter in the reception area, great way to move to the head of the line but I know now it was not an act. Normally, you would be in a DC Fire Ambulance right now, but when one of our staffers looked at your paperwork and found your Common Access Card, he realized you would likely put up a fuss. I noted some indications of dehydration. Your ripped state is another thing. Normal derm fat is a natural shock absorber for more than just your ass so I broke a rule and stuck you with a saline IV. Now, there are some rules I have to follow and cannot break, and he asked a series of questions as to date, time, place, who my Commander in Chief was, etc. One more question, have you been thinking of harming yourself or others? I answered no, but could not avoid the pause (which he of course noted); and you are here for? “PEP!, I need PEP!” I blurted. Ok, there are some unanswered questions here, Do you know the HIV and or other STI status of the partner that prompted you to come in and when did this encounter happen”? “Maybe HIV positive and day before yesterday” I answered. Doc Continued “And the number of encounters”? I just stared blankly at him. “Mike, can I call you Mike? I really should know, it could have a pertinent bearing. Was it more than One”? I nodded. “Two”? I glared. “Three”? I hung my head and said “12, OK? Twelve but some of those were more than once. Happy now”? The doc looked at me and said “Mike, this is serious, if you were assaulted, I need to know. I also served and thank you for your service by the way, I should have said that earlier. You are not the first Marine to seek our services and you will not be the last, but if you were assaulted, I have to know”. “NO! I was NOT assaulted”. OK, easy, lets do a few things here. He turned to his assistant and asked for a kit. There are a couple of rapid tests for HIV, for an exposure like this it will only show if you have HIV antibodies now. Lay your hand flat on the counter please. This is only a little prick and he proceeded. The other type of rapid test is a swab of your cheek. Because of other possible exposures, we are going to do a comprehensive STD kit. Any time we do an IV, we normally do a small draw of blood for these testing purposes, the pull we normally do when doing an IV in situations like yours - namely passing out will suffice. Even if some of the flush is in the sample, the lab can see what it needs to. I see you are shaking some, is this normal for you”? I shook my head. “No? It is understandable. Some information and situational realizations can cause shock. From what you have told me so far, I believe this qualifies. I need you to use this cup and try to get more than a half inch of urine in it. He handed me a sample cup, two packages and two test tubes. This is an oral swab holding a package, it is a stick with a swab. This one does not go between check and gums, this needs to touch the back of the throat. Be slow and gentle. You don’t want to poke around back there. You could gag or poke into tissue. It goes in cotton swab first to the back of the throat. Once done, remove it, stick the swab end into this tube (careful, it has a solution in it that can spill), snap off the extra stem that does not fit in the tube and recap it. Same thing on the other swab but it goes up your butt. Take your time you do not want to cause any additional trauma. He pointed me to the restroom, and I did the sample cup and the swabs. As I returned, the Doc continued. We’ll have these results back Tomorrow or Friday morning. Now, for PEP, there is funding via a government/pharma partnership for Post Exposure Prophylaxis. For individuals who engage in risky sex, or have a protective measure like a condom break on them there is Post Exposure Prophylaxis PEP. That has to be administered within a short time window after exposure. It has been found to inhibit HIV from replication and helps the body in reducing exposure and preventing infection that overwhelms the body’s defensive immune system. We are towards the end of the window where these have been shown to be effective, so here is a cup of water I want you to take one of these pills now and he watched me take it. He handed me the bottle. This is a 30-day regimen. After that, we can transition to Pre Exposure measures which contain a lighter dosing of what you have minus the added binary meds. PEP is a binary combination of PrEP and a stronger medication. This can be confusing but your paperwork will include an information pamphlet. Read it please! You take one pill a day for 30 days. Your info on your intake form is correct? Yes?, you will be called if another STI/STD is detected that merits Doxy or other Treatment. Those treatments are only used when needed since unnecessary antibiotic prescriptions can breed resistant infection strains. If needed, you will get a prescription notification by Tomorrow or Friday at latest. We need to schedule you to come back for another STI Comprehensive test in two weeks. We will check liver and kidney function and compare it to the baseline that will be generated by this current round of testing. You will get your initial bottle of PrEP to start only after the PEP regimen is finished. I know this is a lot to absorb. In particular, this organization was started to assist people when confronted by overwhelming medical, psychological, social challenges and stigmas. While not a necessary component of PEP after action treatment there are highly recommended counselling resources that we offer as well as the extensive Patient Care Team Coordinators at the Veterans Administration for LGBTQ+ and Gender Diverse Veterans. Marines live by acronyms, but the Doc had said Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer, and questioning along with gender and diverse. I was unable to recall it ever being said before directed in m y direction. My mind wandered - Had I really asked my Uncle to Poz me? Had I used the term privately or mentally? I started to feel a flush of heat as I turned red. Had I asked a man to fuck me harder under the overpass? “Mike? The doc asked. You look a little flush. As I said the enormity of processing this type of information besides the possible infection exposure is significant. When added together, it can be overwhelming. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you will follow the PEP regimen. Countless lives and collective losses to all humanity are wrapped up in this band aid bottle. Will you follow the regimen without deviation? I looked him in the eyes and replied “yes Doctor”. Doc continued “Second to last thing, some (not all) people taking this medical regimen experience varying degrees of gastrointestinal discomfort and or results. There is a lot wrapped up in these tablets. You can pick any time of day to take your dose, but I recommend taking your dose at bedtime or dinnertime to minimize the effect during the day. Now, last thing. How did you get here? When he learned that I had walked, he suggested a taxi or transportation service. All this concrete is a glaring solar oven even on nice days. Outside, Mike looked at his phone shading the screen from the glare. He headed towards the National Mall. There was beauty and history in a capitol vista surrounded by the mundane. One location that was on his to-see list was the Smithsonian museum campuses on the Mall. Mike was never really into Dinosaurs and core required studies in high school besides math and sports were sort of boring. Unthinking he went to the Air and Space Museum but reversed and exited hastily. What was he thinking? It had been hard enough to board a commercial flight to DC, unthinkingly going inside the A&SM, he was back in the water, in the dark, unable to help or render aid to his officers, not looking out for his crewmate, knocked senseless and not even able to help himself. He sat in the shade and eventually the shakes faded away and he felt better. Post incident counselling was not optional in any branch of the DoD, so Mike knew this was survivors’ guilt along with a complete seabag full of troubles. He had been trained in techniques and issued tools to mentally allow him to continue to do his duty. But today, he was off duty, he had done what he intended to do and was faced with the monumental choice of ‘what now’? Mike was a checklist sort of person by training and he was already in the Department of Veterans Affairs local VISN computer as a result of his medical hold. An impulse prompted him to take the advice given to him at the clinic. He called the VISN-5 DC VA Medical Center Main Line and asked for the LGBTQ+ PACT Coordinator number. The operator kept asking what? Even with his previous shakes this was a topic of ‘normality’ and settled him down further. He was used to getting the run around. He said thanks and hung up. A quick google search and he had a point of contact. He dialed the number mentally composing his voicemail and was startled when a human answered. He rearranged his questions: Is this the Gay PACT Coordinator for DC Region? She answered yes. I’m a Veteran and was told you might have some counselling or group sessions available? I’m already in your system. Can I get your last name and last 4 of your SSN please? Mike knew to remain polite; he had heard horror stories of VA staff retaliating against Vets by reporting them for disruptive behavior. Mike took a deep breath and asked again, first, I would just ask, “are those programs even available”? He felt he might already have the answer with her non-answer. She replied, “many of our Vets have requested such services and we are looking into it”. I countered, “how long has this been”? “Since the Obama Administration” she replied. Thank you and I hung up. I was wondering if I had just screwed up and my phone rang showing Washington DC Medical Center. I exclaimed Fuck! Which got me some looks by passersby and declined the call. It rang again and I blocked the number. I had not provided my name and certainly not the last 4 of my SSN, but I was enough of a geek to know my name was on my voicemail and realized my info was also attached to my phone number so I blocked theirs before they could leave a Message or hear my greeting. Today was not going so well. Marines who do drugs often become former Marines or felons. But there was the vice that had started this rodeo, I could use a beer or maybe a dozen. I googled DC Gay Bars and saw clubs that would not open for many hours, but one jumped out at him as being off of the beaten path. Following phone navigation, the tag line was correct. In the middle of a city block was a tiny brick building with parking, office and an apartment buildings on all 4 sides. He went in and it looked at first like any bar in an old repurposed building. There was a four-sided bar in the middle and stairs leading upstairs. A tired popcorn machine reminded Mike he had skipped chow the night before and had been too distracted to eat breakfast that morning. Probably, it was why he did a dirt dive at the clinic. He scooped a bag of popcorn, ordered a Blue Moon, devoured the popcorn, sucked on and ate the Orange and then chugged the beer. He asked for some ice water, very little ice, heavy on the water and ordered another beer. The water helped. The beer helped. He was able to remember happy times at the beach in Pensacola, trading comments with his classmates on girls in bikinis and the crass jokes Marines always had on tap. Thinking of girls in bikinis, his eyes drifted to a poster of a ripped stud – ‘Shirtless Men Drink Free - Thursdays 10:00 to 11:00’. The ‘crowd’ consisted of 6 people but new patrons were streaming in after work for happy hour. Mike had been paying as he went Forgetting to close a bar tab always resulted in a penalty regardless of what type of bar it was. Eventually Mike realized the bartender was asking a question. Another one? You, OK? Mike came to awareness, yes please, one more Blue Moon and a water and cut me off. Can you tell me about the shirtless night? He looked at my high and tight then back to my eyes. “Been going on for decades, that and underwear night”. The cups are moderate sized but the price is free. You keep up sliding the dollar tips and they’ll take really good care of you. His attention turned back down the bar and I finished my water and beer. I distractedly gave the thin bartender a wave when he was close enough, I said “another please” and he responded, I would love to take your money, but when a Jar Head tells me to cut him off, I consider it to be inspired words of wisdom from a Marine who knows when to say when. You want another water? No Thanks and thank you for looking out for me. I slid him another tip and walked out. Every Marine gets a taste of Squad Bays. For Enlisted men, this starts in Boot Camp and might or might not continue past Recruit Training into the Specialty Occupation training. That first visit to San Diego or Parris Island washes away the basic civilian concept or any punk expectation of privacy. Privacy to chill, privacy to think, privacy to masturbate, privacy is not appreciated until it is lost and then it hits hard. Mikes ‘A’ School in Pensacola where Marines Train side by side in integrated classes with Male and Female Sailors and Marines is a bit unique. Once a Marine Graduates Boot Camp having earned their EGA they are expected to act like Marines (but with a necessary amount of guidance). Sailors at Pensacola are limited in their ability to wear civies until they get some more guidance in A School. Housing billets for single enlisted service members in a garrison environment, or in a school environment can range from several roommates assigned to a room, down to a typical number of two occupants depending on rank and other factors. The era of the facility (when it was built) and how many renovations have occurred since then is a big factor in how many occupants to a room and the pairing up roommates. Senior officers and Senior Enlisted would normally have their own room. Middle and junior Marines would normally be paired with a Marine of equal rank when the room housed two but this did not always work out so well in fluid units and sections like medical hold. Back at the Barracks, I reflected that no matter how many renovations occurred, a squad ready room was necessary in cramped barracks. Yes, with laptops and TV’s in rooms, personal selection of streaming video or music was fine in your own room, but these rooms were necessary for a host of other things such as required training in sexual harassment and other subjects was known as ‘mandatory fun’. Tonight, they were streaming Kelley's Heroes with Clint Eastwood, Telley Savalas, and other stars. Marines love heckling Army movies. As I sat and watched for a moment some lines stuck in my head where the Oddball Tank Commander who I remembered from Animal House was chastising his mechanic crewmember who for some reason I recalled played the Love Boat Captain about never thinking positive thoughts. “Always with the Negative Waves Moriarty” when later lines again contained the words ‘Positive Thoughts’, I fled the rec room back to my room. I was trying to clear my head of sexual distractions the world kept throwing my way only to burst in on my naked roommate. I averted my eyes lest I be caught looking at things I should not. “What’s chasing you Mike”? Andy my Lance Corporal Roommate asked. He was a senior E-3, and normally I would be paired with another E-4 but we both tended to wake up yelling from dreams where we were drowning. So, this factor made us a roommate match. Andy had survived an Amphibious Combat Vehicle accident and in the few words we had shared he had been as helpless as I had been during my helicopter dunking. We both had agreed to not talk about it by simply avoiding the subject except for an occasional ‘dude, you OK?’ after a nightmare was marked by another scream waking his roommate. Besides that, I had a real situation developing. I had rarely gone this long a time without rubbing out a load since I graduated Recruit Training. I was careful as a classmate had been caught jacking off and he had the double bad luck of having a last name of Bates. He flunked out of the aviation training track a nervous wreck after a few weeks of Gangway or Clear a path for Master Sgt Bates. I’m not saying it was not funny, but I did not want to experience what he did Firsthand, so to speak. As for the catcalls that would follow me around if it became known I had taken on a bakers dozen of homeless trolls in a gangbang under the bridge was painful even as speculation and I tried not to think about it. With Andy in the room, my doing a ‘manual release/systems check’ in bed was impossible and I was afraid to perform a manual release in the Head for fear someone might hear. I was not certain I could stay silent. Just thinking about masturbation had my no longer virgin asshole throbbing. And my cock felt like it could shatter at the merest touch. Trying to keep my dirty mind in its sandbox and away from Images of Andy naked in our room, or the shirtless men drink free poster, I felt ready to explode. I tried thinking of girls at the beach in Pensacola, but those images always had hot guys nearby. I continued through my catalogue of memories until I remembered some church lady types and my boner fled. Keeping my hygiene kit ready if I needed to hide my boner again. I returned to my room. Andy was crashed in his sack snoring and I breathed a sigh of relief. There was a whiff, maybe a hint of ammonia smell. Had Andy jerked off during my torment? Bastard! Thursday morning, after pooping out an apparently multi-colored aquatic sea monster sponge which freaked me out a bit - I stepped on the scale in the shower room it showed 150 Lbs. Normally maintaining or losing weight is what we Marines strive for, but considering the path my ass had been skipping down lately with HIV+ Trolls it is call for some concern. Or maybe it was just lack of appetite and some shame and embarrassment plus forgetting to hydrate? I looked in the mirror, was I wasting or was I ripping? I wrestled with my imagination. Wasting into an AIDS Skeleton after half a week? That was horror movie stuff. Regardless, I selected a big breakfast in the chow line. Then I struck off back to the clinic to see what kind of counselling was available. I had no plans for dinner, so I went ahead and popped my PEP dose for the day. I was considering the VA info no matter how incompetent or inept they had seemed the day before but first I would try the clinic. I grabbed my beach bag that was basically a drawstring bag of lightweight blue nylon but had extra cords and could be worn like a knapsack with civvies and egressed the barracks before the muster. Corporals hanging around the Ready Room often got tasked with something, leave or no leave. I stopped by the 7-Day store/Marine Mart and bought some Gatorade and some bottled water and shoved them in the bag where an Amazon blister package would keep them cold longer. This time at the ground floor clinic entrance he was more confident and asked for the counselling intake section, that I had a referral and intake paperwork was started. Income – I had my Leave and Earnings Statement on my phone, I marked and noted in my history section my PTSD, Death of Family/Loved Ones, Sexual Trauma but then I scratched that out. Rather than just male/female selections there was a section on identity and pronouns. Mike was starting to think this might not be such a good idea. Medical History, Drug History, Alcohol, Emergency Contact I left blank. On an unscheduled visit, without an appointment I was prepared to wait for a long time but when I was called, it had been less than an hour. I saw I was being called by a thin man in Khakis and a polo shirt with close cut hair. That’s me and stood. “Great, My name is Logan, please follow me” and we went into in inner office cubicle with no windows. My discomfort was noted and Logan said “I know this is a little cramped, do you have a history of claustrophobia”? “Some, but this is fine” I replied. Logan Continued, “and how do you prefer to be addressed? You know my name and I identify as male”. While Logan was casually going through some papers, my expression change was noted. My thoughts changed from the internal comment ‘but was born Female’? To ‘Careful Mike’! I took breath, “Mike is fine”. “Mike, first I must cover a few guidelines. Everything you say here is strictly confidential, but there are exceptions and those are thoughts of self-harm or harming others. Have you ever desired to go to sleep and never wake up”? Mike took a deep breath and said, “Yes and no, and it was already medically noted in my medical records. I was in an aviation training accident. Both pilots were lost, I suffered head and other orthopedic injuries and would have also died if my crewmate had not saved me. Yes, I was depressed, Yes, I wondered why I survived, Yes, I have been diagnosed with PTSD. I’ve been told I am handling it ok and certainly would not be sitting here talking to you if I had previously thought of harming myself” It was at this point, I realized I had just likely screwed myself. Logan had been looking at me and allowed me to run-on without interruption. I wound down and finished off with “and my Gay Uncle just died”. Logan paused for a bit and said “That is a lot, I’m sorry for your loss, but there is also the matter of your asking for a regimen of Post Exposure Prophylaxis. You stated you were not assaulted but did not elaborate”. Shit, here it comes Mike thought. “Were these partners known to you or anonymous”? Mike realized the Devil was always in the details. “What would happen if I were to say I’d prefer not to say”? “Mike, this is not an interrogation, and unless you say the magic words it will not be an investigation. I can see the obvious that this is not a comfort area for you. Let me add another question. Do you regret some of the paths you have taken”? “Logan, to be honest, I really cannot say. It is not that I will not, but until you asked the question - it was not even on my checklist. These situations, these feelings, it is all so new to me I have nothing to measure it against”. Logan said, “that is an answer, there are no best answers, but it seems to be an honest one. You might benefit from a group that does have openings. This is a group that helps navigate the stresses of same sex discovery and there are group members who generally fit that situation when they discover they are not heterosexual”. Logan continued on as I took a breath – “that is a generalization, there are some military members of the group, but they are generally not dealing with PTSD. Without having access to your military medical records, we would not want to overlap treatments already in progress. Perhaps a group like this introductory one will allow the group leader to do further assessments and it might enable you to realize you are not the first person to seek help in discovering where you are and where you are going. That you are seeking counselling says a lot about your intelligence, your stability, and your desire to choose the best path forward. That group meets on Thursdays at 6 PM here on this floor. Will that work”? At my nod, he continued. “Here is some counselling you did not ask for. The days of Military Don’t Ask Don’t tell are over but this type of thing can change nearly overnight. There is nothing illegal about being LGBTQ+, but you might want to get a PO Box unless you want clinic mail going to your unit. Thank You for your service. I also served, but I realize some of these details get missed when you are thinking about bigger things. Now, the Business office has processed your paperwork you turned in. The PEP Treatments and tests are covered by grants and community program funds. Fortunately, or unfortunately for you, E-4’s over 3 years in service make more than they used to, it is at least above the poverty rate. The Business Office has assigned a Co-Pay of $10/visit. Is that doable”? I nodded yes. Today’s intake is covered. Next Thursday, I would recommend a check but cash can be taken. Now, just to summarize, this intake was based on the info and questionnaire response info you provided. To make sure you did not omit anything, and we did not miss anything, there is no question concerning gender identity”? I was shaking my head no. “At the end of the 30 day regimen of PEP, you will transition to PrEP. The Post Exposure is covered by a health program. The PrEP is under a different program. I would recommend checking with the pharmacy today or before your Two Week return visit for labs and sign up for the Manufacturers program for discounted PrEP. It brings the costs down considerably. People in the Midwest often have to pay a bundle for dosing. On the flip side – with the manufacturers program, a 30 day regimen via our pharmacy comes out to a couple of dollars a day. This might sound complicated, and time consuming but these small ounces of prevention are worth a pound of cure when you consider the regimen side-effects that HIV Anti-Virials pose. Here is a card, if you have further questions or find yourself in a questioning mode you can call the number there. If you are in crisis, the 988 number is on the card as well. Any other questions”? I shook my head and thanked uh, I was still having pronoun confusion… Logan. I killed some time, drank my Gatorade before it got super hot and was chasing it with water. I was not going to be able to handle yawning around Washington DC NW Quadrant for over 10 hours. The bar where on Thursdays Shirtless Men Drink Free was just a few hundred Yards away but was also more then 10 hours in time away. Some of the things Marines learn to do in almost any location, under pleasant or difficult conditions are: Sleep (impractical); Game (just the cell phone); Horseplay (who with?); Jack Off (In DC, In Public? YGBKM); PT (The only real alternative). I walked down to McPherson Square Metro Station past where my Uncle said the hookers (boys and girls) would hang out in Franklin Park. The DC Metro Rail System is still a big deal. My Uncle said it was a big mess when they were digging up half the city to replace the old Trolley system. There are many ways to get to Arlington from where I was in NW DC but only three were sensible. I could cross the bridge over the Potomac where Air Florida had crashed in the 80’s and near where the Army had downed PSA American Eagle Flight 5342 with a Black Hawk Via the long bridge walkway in January. I could ride the Metro across the metro rail bridge just a football field or two away from those same spots; I could take a Cab or Uber; or I could ride Metro under the river via Rosslyn. All of these choices were a little nuts for a Marine that had survived an Aviation Water Ditch. For some crazy reason, closing my eyes and enduring the ride seemed to make more sense underground thru the tunnel under the river rather than across the bridge. No wonder I was on medical hold. A Marine afraid of an amphibious crossing of a river and landing in Virginia was of no use to Corps or Country. I took a deep breath and chose the tunnel route. I got off of the appropriately named Blue line at Arlington National Cemetery. I did not go in. Chesty Puller with a Bull Whip could not have forced me through those gates. Instead, I went along the bike path and running trail down by the back road that led to the combined Joint Base Meyer – Henderson Hall, These two Marine and Army bases used to bump up hugging each other, now they were one with each other with an incredible Army and AirForce Exchange Service Location (and) a Marine Corps Exchange but weird shit like that rarely bothered Marines and I started to laugh as I thought about it, but then stopped laughing. Behind me was a vista like no other. The Lincoln Memorial, the Kennedy Center, the Jefferson Memorial, the Washington Monument, the Capitol and scores of other landmarks that caught the attention of locals and tourists alike. However, in front of me was the Iwo Jima Memorial. As I drank the last of my warm water, I realized I had never had time to reflect here. When the Marines had Sunset Parades here on Tuesdays during the Summer Months Just like Evening Tatoo Parades occurred at 8th & I on Fridays. I had been here plenty of times, but I was always working and sweating my ass off. I looked up and considered the Daily Routine those Marines must have had. Stones and Volcanic ash to sleep on, every horizontal distance mirrored in a vertical ascension or descent, not enough chow, and too many snipers. Eventually, the sun was dipping West behind the trees and I went uphill through the neighborhood to the Quarterdeck for Crab cakes, Fish & Chips and a beer or three. Despite my loss of appetite, maybe I could put some meat on my bones. Later, buzzed and stuffed, I paid my tab and left for the Rosslyn Metro. The sun had set. I was buzzed, but no amount of brewer’s droop could divert the sensation of being horny and hard up. I rode back over to NWDC on Metro, crossed K and L and walked down the alley to the bar. I am young enough I always get carded and the doorman handed me a cup. This was new I thought, I asked him “Shirtless Party”? Upstairs he said. I was being pushed along, the crowd was not a lazy 6 people like the other day, this was packed! I wormed through and up the stairs. There was an incredible number of hot guys with their shirts off. I pulled mine over my head and slipped it under my belt. I felt that my wallet was tight down in my left rear pocket, and my beach bag was stuffed in my right back pocket. If downstairs was crowded, this was nut to butt. I made it to the serving well, got the house rail drink, tipped the bartender who was an amazing bartending machine and moved closer to the wall. Yes, the cup was small. But I realized any profits lost would be recovered probably by 23:30 if this crowd continued drinking. I finished the rail and wormed back up for a beer. When I had finished that one, I was working my way up for another beer, got it, drank about half down and then - it happened. The cup was just coming down and I noticed an especially enticing chest with ripped abs and a treasure trail, but then I noticed its owner was looking back right at me, and I dropped my beer. I ducked down to fetch the cup to a couple of ‘hey watch it’ utterances from guys who had been splattered. I remained ducked down cursing. Surely it was the beers and the rail drinks, I slowly rose up and he was gone in the crowd. That is when I felt the tap and a loud voice that could be heard over the music. “Hey Marine, come here often”? It was Andy. Fuck! ...not the end... T4

than cum inside of you. I love to feel cum all day long. This morning I woke up in a stranger’s bed this morning and my body was still tingling from the fucking i recieved from him last night, craving a depraved morning fuck to kick off the day before I headed home. The guy from last night’s hookup woke up to me stroking his cock, and I was still a bit wet from last night’s session. He didn’t speak, he just grabbed my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, and slamed into my hole making me moan, almost scream in pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, each one pounding deeper, while my hole clenched around him, making me beg for his cum. My ass jiggles with every slam,is hands bruising my thighs, and I’m moaning like a slut, loving the filthy thrill of being used first thing in the morning. He growls, “You’re my cumdump fuckhole” and I’m lost, my fucking mind at that point spinning with the depravity, craving his load to flood me. He pulled me up by my throat, arching my back, and fucked me harder. His cock was hitting so deep it hurt, but it was the kind of pain that makes my hole quiver & throb causing an intense prostate orgasm he flips me over, He unloaded inside me and filled my hole. As I lay there trembling with his cum dripped out of me. I couldn’t help but feel like a satisfied used whore.

It was my best friend’s Dad’s cock. I guessed he liked me and I offered myself to him. He was 34 and I was 14. It was the first time I’d seen a penis other than my own. He undressed and told me to pull down his briefs. He was fully hard and his cock reared up. I remember thinking what a handsome cock he had, about 7 inches, thick veined upward curved shaft and foreskin. He rubbed his helmet gently on my lips and told me to open my mouth. He slid about half his shaft in my mouth. He tasted slightly salty but the masculine smell off his balls was amazing. He guided me through my first time sucking cock. He was obviously very excited and several times he pulled out cuz he was close. He asked me if it would let him cum in my mouth. I told him yes. He put his cock back in my mouth and almost instantly he shot his load. My mouth filled up with his load and I choked, he held my head and said “swallow it”I did my best and swallowed some but most poured out my mouth. There was just too much sperm. But I did get to taste a man’s load and I loved it. As an induction to cock it was the best.

For me it's a combination of physical pleasure, but also the knowing that i am piece of meat that has felt a bunch of guys slide their erections (and hands) into me and fill me with their DNA as thousands of other men have done. I love the male body and the pleasure it is capable of experiencing. Sex is my coffee, heroin, etc...a high that never gets old even as the next guy steps up to the fuck bench to add his load to the others in me while other guys watch me getting used by guy after guy after guy.... i am at total peace with the Universe in those moments; male bonding and sport sex as it should be.

This is humming along, I do appreciate the comments. I would often take my Leather Daddy to Sousa Hall which (way back in the day) had the infamous Chicken Hut Gay Bar across the street. In those days it was easy enough to find a 17 year old Marine who had a beer in front of him, so demanding an ID as a license to play was the move of a wise breeder or LeatherDaddy. - U-know, an ounce of prevention is worth a pounding of cure, and way less expensive than a trip to the DC Jail in Lorton. Both Daddy and the Black Leatherman, both members of DC Leather clubs would go to the weekend concerts at Sousa (DC) and Schlesinger Hall (in Va). The Black Leatherman was a USAF Korea War Vet and had his way with many Marines from the Annex. He had quite a following of lost lovesick puppies (and this was decades before the K9 Pup Kink Trends. Good Times! In awe I would listen and learn from these oracles of Leather Knowledge and cum away filled with knowledge, and other stuff - determined to do Daddy Proud. Speaking of Sousa, he will be making a cameo appearance shortly. Cheers and Semper Fi!

Tea Dance, John’s Interlude John didn’t have luck in the showers this morning, but he did see one of the guys that fucked him in the shower yesterday. He was limping back to his campsite. John called out from the doorway of the shower building. The guy looked up, smiled at John and said, “Getting some more dick?” John was embarrassed at the question until he saw the good-natured humor on the man’s face. John said, “Why? You lookin?” The man says he hurt his ankle and doesn’t think he’s up for it. John half seriously says, “I ride dick well too. You can just lie there.” Both men laugh. Instead, the man asks for John’s help getting to his campsite. After about 10 minutes of helping him along, the two men reach the campsite clearing and the man’s friends come over to help. As they arrive at the campsite, a portable CD player is trying it’s best to belt out some sad version of Cheryl Lynn’s “To Be Real.” John turns to his limping companion says, “This is so much better on a boombox,” and his limping friend says, “the record is better dumb bitch.” The men laugh. John is invited to brunch at the campfire as the other man’s friends take care of him. John, having changed clothes after his shower, is back into his “90s top attire” of cargo shorts and a white tank undershirt. He’s carrying a small gym bag with his outfit for the Mardi Gras themed day and the cum stained shorts he’d worn yesterday. The men at this campsite are a little older than John – late 30s. He is attracted to each of them in his own way but he can tell the men think he’s a top. The bottoms are attentive and the tops are standing back. No big deal since John just came about 30 minutes ago and had gotten fucked by Snake before that. These guys are nice. They are having mimosas and laughing a lot. The food, cooked on the fire, is also really tasty. John makes a point not to eat too much as he does plan on getting fucked again later. The 8 men here for the weekend are all friends. They are staying in a small campsite which they’ve made their own with 2-man tents arranged well, leaving a separate space for chairs and a folding table. Two couples, four singles. Turns out the two men who fucked John yesterday are one of the couples. They all live in the same city. Pretty universally, on seeing this attractive man who was kind enough to help their friend back to camp, the men decided they liked John. As John got to know the men over brunch he liked them too. During their 20s, they’d known each other at the bars for years by sight or sometimes hooking up, but it was while visiting friends in the hospital that they really bonded. John knows what they mean by hospital. He can be oblivious at times, but not this dense. He is a nurse. He knows they mean the AIDS ward in their city. He’d seen this happen among his own friends and in his time working at different hospitals. John tended to keep his distance from these friend groups. Mainly because they had serious things happening in their lives; but also because he liked when men fucked him bareback. In fact, in this moment, John can feel the shame for this weekend’s behavior rising in his chest. He can feel his neck getting warm. John has been fucked by at least 15 men this weekend so far and he wanted them all to cum inside him. John knows if these men knew the truth about him that they would shun or scold him. John is forgetting that at least two men in this group know that John takes it bareback. John’s face flushes and he finishes his mimosa, which is quickly refilled. In fact, if John wasn’t beating himself up he’d notice that at least one of these men is interested and is right now plying John with more mimosas in the hopes of having sex later. As the brunch and conversation continues, John sees his group of friends walking through the clearing toward the Tea Dance and a couple wave and say hi. Then the stockbroker asshole calls out, “Hey John, you fucking slut. Giving up your ass again?” Rugby calls stockbroker an asshole and the German wraps his arm around his neck and pulls him along. Conversation among the new group stops as this comment is lobed at the nice, thoughtful, helpful man they just met. One of the men says, “Are those guys your friends?” John says, “Yeah. We are up for the weekend.” Before they are out of ear shot, stockbroker calls back, “Use a condom this time.” All John’s friends groan and collectively urge him to knock it off. The guy with the hurt ankle says, “What a douchebag.” The other men agree. One man casually rubs John’s shoulders. One guy says, “Speaking of condoms. What did y’all think of the show last night in the field?” The couple who fucked John missed it because they were off having some fun of their own and they ask for details. The other men regale the couple with the sexy twink who got fucked bareback by at least 5 guys. There is a brief, good natured disagreement over 5, 6, 7, or 8 men. But there is no disagreement that the twink asked for it bareback and begged men to cum in his ass. Some of the men reference, two other groups where bareback sex also took place last night. John can see a flash of recognition on one men’s faces. The other couple says, “Well…..we were a little inspired last night. We fucked bareback for the first time since we met.” This prompts more discussion and other guys discussing condom usage. Pretty universally, these men who have shared history of losing lovers and friends have been careful about condom usage for years. A few men admit to having fucked guys or been fucked without condoms. The men who usually bottom say it was a slip up or that they were drunk; but they also admit how much better the fuck felt. The tops agree that fucking without condoms feels better, but they also don’t do it regularly. The couple who fucked John bareback in the showers yesterday don’t offer details but say they shared a bottom bareback this weekend. None of the men are condemning anyone’s behavior. The conversation feels mature, but also revelatory. Condom usage has felt like such a necessary rule over the past decade that it was almost [banned word] to do what they were all admitting they had done. One of the men, noticing John’s silence, casually asks if John, as a nurse, is offended by the conversation. The rest of the men turn toward him, suddenly aware that he hasn’t participated at all in this discussion. John sighs and says, “Bareback sex feels better. It just does. We all know why we need to use condoms, but I’ll admit that I don’t always use them either.” One of the guys, who assumes John is a top, says “For us tops it’s not as easy to contract the virus, but there is still a risk. But I’ll admit I fucked a guy bareback last night. That twink was inspirational. My bottom dude wanted it raw.” The guys all hear the music begin for the Tea Dance. They want to go dance and invite John to hang with them. John, now on his 5th or 6th drink agrees. He and a couple of the other guys switched to vodka. The guys clean up from brunch and begin to change for the dance. The couple who John fucked in the showers yesterday decide to skip the dance since one of them hurt his ankle. John sees the guys changing into things they brought for the Mardi Gras themed day – lots of purple, gold and green. A tiara and feather boa on one dude. Most guys shirtless or in open shirts. John doesn’t really want to hang out all day in his “top attire.” He feels like what he is wearing is now an ill-fitting disguise. John says he needs to go change and holds up his bag. The guy who has been plying John with drinks asks John if he wants to change in his tent. John and the man go to the tent. When the tent flap falls closed, they can still hear the group discussion outside as the men get ready for the dance. The man in the tent with John says “You are very sexy.” John assumed this guy, with his queeny attitude and high voice for a total bottom. The guy has a tight body and a really attractive face. John says, “You look really great too. I was sorry to hear about your boyfriend over brunch. That must’ve been a really difficult time.” The other man thanks him for his sympathy and says it was two years ago, but he still misses him. The man, not wanting the conversation to drift too far from sex, says “I was surprised that he got it because he was always the top in our relationship. I mean we were always safe, but it still surprises me when my tests keep coming back negative.” John, remembering they were together almost 10 years, says “Always safe?” with a wry smile. The other man acknowledges to the occasional “slip up” when they were drunk, but generally they went through a lot of condoms. John is torn between wanting to hear more about the sex and turned off by the condoms. John knows he should act the way this man does and use condoms, but he has always enjoyed when a man cums inside him. Talk of condom use really turns him off. As John’s self-critic starts in and John falls silent again, the other man not wanting to miss his moment says, “Let’s go get you into that sexy outfit.” John half smiles and takes off his shirt. The man asks, “Did you hook up last night after the twink’s performance?” John blushes and says, “I did.” The other man nods and watches John drop his cargo shorts. He takes a good look at John’s bare ass and says, “Did you bottom or top last night?” John is silently cursing the stockbroker for the “giving up you ass” comment. John hesitates. The other man feels John’s ass. He smiles at John and says, “Feels good.” John is naked and the other man entirely clothed. The man begins eating John’s ass. John got hard as soon as the tongue entered his hole. John bent over and spread his ass for the man. The man could tell John wasn’t a virgin to getting fucked. This ass had been used in the last day or so. But, it tastes so good. John’s ass lips give way easily to the invading tongue. John is moaning as this man he just met is eating his ass. John remembers that just yesterday he got fucked by one of his friends and gave up all pretense of being a top. He grunts as this man’s tongue invades deeper. He remembers telling his friend to “Cum where everyone else does. Cum in my ass.” The shame of that admission burns inside John. The man says, “Time to suck my cock muscle jock.” John turns around drops to his knees and engulfs the man’s average cock until his face is on the man’s pubes. He comes off and slides his lips back along the cock. He looks up at the man he just met this morning who says, “Feels good.” John wants to make this man feel good. He wants this man to want to fuck him. He wants this man to want him. The man is loving this blowjob. He is looking down at the muscle jock worship his cock. He is working for it. The man has given lots of men blowjobs like this over the years. Since the man is usually a bottom, he can tell that jock boy is desperate for cock. As John works the cock with his talented mouth, his hand slides from his own cock to his ass. He rubs a finger along his wet hole. He hears the man say, “Slide a finger in your hole. Work it for me. Show me how much you want to get fucked.” John slides a finger in his ass and then a second. He looks up at the man as he continues sucking his cock. The man says, “I can tell you like getting your hole worked over. I bet other men have fucked you this weekend. A hot muscle jock bottom like you. I bet you have lots of suitors. Men who have been stretching your hole. But I can tell from the way you are sucking my cock that you want more cock in your ass. Get my cock nice and wet for your hole.” John is a bit surprised that the queeny voiced man standing over him is speaking this way to him. It turns John on. He starts using more spit on the cock. He unbuttons the man’s shorts to get more access to the cock. They fall to the ground. John pulls the underwear down too and momentarily stops sucking the cock as they follow the shorts. He pushes his mouth back on the cock so it stretches his throat causing him to spit more on the cock. The man who is about to fuck John hasn’t fucked a trick bareback in years, not since that became so risky. And as a man who loved getting fucked, making tops use condoms has become almost second nature to him. But seeing that twink give his ass up bareback last night has him imagining feeling this jock hole on his bare cock. He pulls John off his cock and leans over John, maneuvering them so John is on his back and the man is between his legs. Instinctively, John spreads his legs to give the man room and more access to his ass. He exhales and reaches for the man to pull him closer. They kiss again and the man’s cock rubs John’s hole. He moans into the man’s mouth. John feels the man adjust his body and the man’s cock is now aimed directly on his hole. The wet cockhead slips against John’s wet hole and it pops inside. John kisses the man deeply as the cock slides halfway up his eager ass. First bare ass the man has been in for years and it feels amazing – so warm, so wet, so welcoming. The man pushes the rest of his cock into John and holds it there. Jock boy hasn’t even mentioned using a condom. The man thinks about it for a second as his bare cock is buried in this jock’s ass and he hesitates. He says, “I don’t have a condom on.” John says, “Oh” and kisses the man again. Confused by this response, the man thinks he should get a condom. As the man slides his cock back he groans at how good this ass feels without a condom. Again, he says, “I’m not wearing a condom.” John says, “Do you want to wear a condom?” The man, sliding back into John’s ass and starting to fuck him says, “This feels good.” John says, “Yeah it does.” He feels the man’s cock inside him and it really does feel nice. The man fucks John for a few more minutes and he says, “I can put on a condom if you want me to.” John says, “I don’t have any condoms.” The man keeps fucking John and says, “I’m going to cum in you soon.” John wanting this stranger's load, grabs the man's ass and says, “Cum inside me.” The man moans loudly and dumps his load in John’s unprotected ass. Ten minutes later, John is taking his bare cock again doggy style and the man is calling him a jock slut and tells John to beg for his load. John begs the man to cum inside him. There is no pretense now. Over the inviting beat of Anita Ward’s “Ring My Bell”, the men heard the muscle jock nurse beg their “total bottom friend” to cum in his ass. Five of them wondered if John would also take their loads. The other two men smiled at each other secure in the knowledge that John would take their loads again. Whatever happened, the men knew that “tonight was meant for me and you.” Most of them imagining John as the ‘you’.

Epiphany “Hey Bob. That was so fucking hot! Put your cock through the hole - I want to lick the cum off your piss hole,” I said. There was a string of cum still hanging off Bob’s cock. He gave me a dubious look and stepped up to the hole and I eagerly took his fat, flaccid cock into my mouth and scrubbed it with my tongue. Then I said, “Turn around. I want to see your asshole.” He gave me his infamous evil grin and turned around and I reached through the hole and stuck a finger up his ass which he wasn’t expecting, and he moaned. Then I put my finger in my mouth and savored the hot cum that the black dude left in Bob. “Dave, you’ve become quite a pig. I hadn’t realized.” He put his ass firm against the gloryhole. I sniffed it and it smelled like cum and sweat. I put my face in to the gloryhole and his cheeks folded over my face. I started rimming Bob and he spread his cheeks wide as I started lapping the cum up that was leaking from his hole. The smell was intoxicating, and it still makes me hard to think about it today. Looking back on this, it was a piggy thing that was totally out of character for me, but I was high on sex, and Bob helped unleash it. I embraced it. Bob was pushing back against the wall trying to feed me more of his ass and my face was deep in his ass cheeks. I unbuckled my jeans and as I dropped them the belt buckle made a noisy clang on the floor of the booth. He stayed still against the gloryhole knowing what I was going to do before I did. I stood up and put my mushroom head up to his asshole and easily pushed in. His asshole was wet and warm and pretty loose for a “100% top man”. There were some handles in the booth for getting a good grip, which came in handy because I was pounding Bob hard and he was making a lot of noise. Through all the racket, I could hear him huffing on his poppers. After about ten minutes of all-out fucking, I grunted and held my hips hard against the wall as I shot about eight ropes of cum into my roommate. I told Bob to clean off my cock and he turned around and licked my cock clean. Then, he backed up to the gloryhole and I ate all the cum from him. He put his face to the gloryhole and we kissed through it, snowballing a salty, gooey, sexy kiss. He licked up all the sex fluids that lingered on my face after felching him. “I’ve had enough of this place, Dave, he said. “Let’s go then,” I replied. We exited the booths and there were several men gathered around, and we shuffled past them. I was a bit embarrassed because we stank of ass and cum. But I doubt Bob was. He later told me that this wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. “Why did you tell me you only topped guys, Bob?” I asked. “It’s probably a hang-up. You know, an Italian, macho bullshit thing,” he replied. “Bob, we’re buddies and you can be what you want to be around me. I don’t think any less of you because you like to get fucked. It actually makes me even hornier for you. And it’s just between you and me.” Thanks man, he said. He had his afternoon class, but when he got back to the apartment after his class, we fucked each other and fell asleep until we heard the apartment door close when Dan got in from class.

Doug's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen where Jay's profile glowed back at him. He had seen this face before, many times, on a different site—one where the intentions were raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of hunger that made Doug's stomach tighten. But that was the other Jay, the one with the biohazard tattoo above his cock, the versatile top who didn't shy away from the words "poz undetectable" or "bareback." This Jay, the one on the dating site, was softer somehow, though the silver hair and beard were the same, and the confident smirk played at the edges of his lips in just the same way. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers finally moving. You're thinking of trying dating again? he typed, then deleted it. Too eager. He tried again. I noticed you're open to whatever. That's... refreshing. He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The reply came faster than he expected. Open to whatever is putting it mildly. But yes, dating. Maybe. If the right person asks. Doug's pulse quickened. He could practically hear Jay's voice, low and rough, like gravel under boots. He typed back, Dinner? Tomorrow? and then added, Somewhere quiet. Jay's response was immediate. Perfect. There's a place on 9th. Small, dim lighting. Good wine. Doug's cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of that voice murmuring over a glass of red wine. He sent the address of the restaurant and the time, then leaned back in his chair, already imagining the way Jay's beard would brush against his clean-shaven jaw when they kissed. The restaurant was exactly as Jay had described it—small, intimate, with low lighting that cast shadows across the tables. Doug arrived early, his hands wrapped around a glass of water he didn't really want. He had dressed carefully, in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that clung to his lean frame, the fabric just tight enough to hint at the definition beneath. He wanted Jay to look at him and see something worth touching. When Jay walked in, Doug's breath caught. The man was even more striking in person—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver hair catching the dim light. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto Doug immediately. Doug stood, his chair scraping slightly against the floor, and Jay's lips curved into a smile as he approached. "You're taller than I expected," Jay said, his voice a low rumble as he extended a hand. Doug took it, the grip firm and warm. "You're not." Jay's laugh was rich, deep. "Fair enough." He sat down, his movements fluid, confident. The waiter appeared, and Jay ordered a bottle of wine without glancing at the menu, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. Doug watched those fingers, imagining them tracing down his chest, lower, wrapping around his cock. He shifted slightly in his seat, his jeans suddenly too tight. "So," Jay said, leaning back as the waiter poured the wine. "Tell me something about you that isn't on your profile." Doug swallowed, his throat dry. "I run. Marathons, usually." Jay's eyes flicked over him, appreciative. "Explains the body." Doug felt his face heat. "And you?" "I lift." Jay's hand moved to his glass, his bicep flexing slightly beneath the sleeve of his shirt. "And I'm good with my hands." Doug's cock throbbed at the innuendo, at the way Jay's gaze held his, unflinching. He took a sip of wine, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "I bet you are." Jay's smile widened, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Doug's wrist. "I think we're going to get along just fine." The conversation flowed easier after that, though Doug's skin remained warm everywhere Jay's eyes lingered. They talked about books, about travel, about the way the city had changed over the years. Jay's phone buzzed a few times, and each time he glanced at it, his fingers moving quickly over the screen as he responded. Doug tried not to let it bother him, but the third time it happened, his jaw tightened slightly. Jay noticed, of course. He set his phone down, his expression apologetic. "Work. I'm sorry." Doug waved a hand. "It's fine." Jay's fingers curled around his wrist again, his thumb rubbing lightly over Doug's pulse point. "It's not. But I promise, I'm here now." Doug's irritation melted under the touch, under the intensity of Jay's gaze. "Okay." Jay's smile returned, slow and deliberate. "Good boy." The words sent a shiver down Doug's spine, his cock hardening further. He wanted to be good for Jay. He wanted to be anything Jay wanted. The walk back to Jay's place was quiet, the night air cool against Doug's heated skin. They walked close, their shoulders brushing, and every so often, Jay's hand would graze against his, sending sparks through his body. When they reached Jay's building, Doug turned to face him, his heart pounding. Jay stepped into his space, his hand cupping Doug's jaw, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "You're beautiful," Jay murmured, his voice rough. Doug's lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as Jay's thumb pressed lightly against them. "I want—" "I know what you want," Jay interrupted, his voice low, commanding. He leaned in, his lips capturing Doug's in a kiss that was slow at first, then deepened, his tongue sliding against Doug's, tasting him. Doug moaned softly, his hands gripping Jay's hips, pulling him closer. Jay's hand slid down, his fingers digging into Doug's ass, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Doug's lips. "I want to see you again." Doug's fingers flexed against Jay's hips, his body aching for more. "When?" "Soon." Jay's lips quirked, and he leaned in again. Doug's cock jerked, his body trembling slightly at the promise. "Yes, please." Jay chuckled, low and dark, and stepped back, his hand lingering on Doug's ass for a moment longer before he turned and walked into his building, leaving Doug standing there, his lips swollen and his cock painfully hard, already counting the hours until he could see Jay again.

The great thing about being male is that we can easily take the emotion out of sex. I think (in my experience), it has been easy to just get bred and look at it as a transaction between two people. Sometimes even less than that. I know in sex clubs I have been bred and never turned around to see who it was.

731 Our junior year (third year) at university came to a close and the three of us roommates decided to stay together for the upcoming fourth year. We got along well, and we enjoyed the convenience of being able to satisfy sexual needs without leaving home. With Dan and me, it was purely physical enjoyment of each other’s bodies. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen and he was entertaining thoughts of becoming a model and had a trip planned over the summer to go to Manhattan because some agencies expressed interest. But with Bob and me, it started to become a little more. Bob and I started to catch movies together at the university union and then go out for pizza and then home to sleep together. We enjoyed being with each other and I found Bob’s scent to be irresistible. But Bob still dated and slept with women. He left of trail of broken hearts and irate co-eds. After briefly feeling a bit hurt and jealous, I saw our situation for what it was. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted from a “boyfriend”, but I knew Bob was even more hyper-sexual than I was, and that we probably wanted different things out of life. I knew he wanted kids someday. At the end of my third year, I met with my college career counselor. He had advised me at the end of the second year that I should consider going to graduate school to get a master’s degree and he had given me suggestions about schools to submit my applications. At our year-end meeting, he asked me if I had made decisions. I replied that I had narrowed it down to two large universities and that I scored very well on the standardized exams for my area of study. He gave me suggestions, and we parted for the summer break. At that moment, it truly struck me that life was moving on and I was moving along with it – that my comfy living arrangement would end in the next year and I would be moving somewhere where I would have to make new friends. Bob, Dan and I all had summer internships in large cities, but we would return to the apartment in mid-August. My internship flew by, and I enjoyed it, but everyone in the company was married with children or older. The apartment the company arranged was in a sketchy part of town. The large university in town was in the outer suburbs and not easy to access without a car, plus, it was summer break. So, I tried to meet people in dive bars in my area, but these were creepy places for the most part. I was exploring at the edge of the neighborhood one Saturday early evening in late July, when I saw a muscular guy in his 40s or 50s wearing some kind of leather pants over a pair of worn-out jeans and a tight black shirt walking in front of me. I thought he must be sweating like a pig with those leather pants. He disappeared into a building just ahead of me. There was no storefront or sign on the building, but there was a black door with just oversized address numbers on it: 731. I tried the door, and fortunately it was unlocked, and I could hear the beat of music coming from stairs which lead to a basement – maybe an underground dance club? I walked down the steps and there was a booth with a dude inside and a paper sign on the booth window that just said “$7”. I figured it was a cover charge. The guy said, “If you want a locker and lock, it’s $2 more.” And I handed him $9 and pushed a towel and lock toward me. He buzzed me in, and the place had a similar vibe as the Auroura Book and Video Store, but different. There were small lockers lining the walls of a room and there was an older guy in a jockstrap who locked me over and then grabbed his towel and walked through another doorway. I knew this was no dance club, and I quickly peeled my clothes off and stowed them in the locker and quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. The music was coming from speakers in the next room and there were some guys at the bar drinking beer. The variety of men went from leather muscle studs to very skinny middle-aged guys, to grandfathers with pudgy guts, and everything in between. I just turned 22 and was the youngest guy here by ten years. I noticed that there were condom dispensers on the wall, and I grabbed one and walked from the bar into a hallway. For no good reason, I had a fantasy that only big cities were suffering from the plague; not small northeastern college towns and certainly not athletic and masculine guys like my roommates and me. We had never used them with each other. We didn’t see the need. Plus, President Reagan never mentioned it, so how bad could it be? But being in the big city meant that I should be cautious. I walked into a dark hallway with gloryhole booths lining the walls and continued to the next room. The room was dimly lit and there were leather hammock-like things hanging from the ceiling beams by chains and some guys were getting fucked by other guys. I also noticed a padded bench and there was a muscle man in crotch-less leather pants and black leather boots who was strapped securely face down on it and getting fucked by another muscle stud; the guy strapped down had a leather hood over his eyes and nose and was sucking off a guy with a huge cock. Two or three others were watching this and probably waiting for their turns. There was also a bench like a weight-lifting bench and a shoeshine chair, but no one was using these. On the other side of the room was a swinging door, and I walked through. It was pitch black and hot and smelled like sweat and sex. I could hear other men, but I couldn’t see anything. I found a wall and felt my way along it. Then, I bumped into someone else. The first thing I felt was a hand on my pecs and my abs, and then he moved to my dick. I felt back and the guy was very muscular and well-built and a bit taller than me. He kissed me and I kissed back. Then he moved to my nipple and started licking and nibbling it. My cock was rock hard. He licked down my treasure trail to my cock and took me deep down his throat. He grabbed my ass cheeks and made me fuck his face while he rubbed his finger around my pucker. Finally, he released my cock, and I could feel his back and my cock was planted in his hairy crack. Then, he pointed my cock to his pucker and reached back and pulled me toward him until my cock head breached his ring. Bare. “Man, I don’t have a condom on!” I panic-whispered in his ear. He said back, “No problem, dude, I’m clean.” Hesitant at first, I plunged ahead and started fucking the guy. He also felt like he was pre-lubed because I slid into him with no friction. He was moaning like a bitch in heat, and we were both sweating. The pounding he was getting from me attracted some other invisible men who were fondling both of us. I felt a very hairy pot belly against my back trying to mount my hole and I pushed him away. Time seemed to fly, and suddenly I realized I was going to cum in this unseen stranger without a condom. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, and he pulled me deep inside of him. It was the first time I shot my load in another guy since the last time I fucked Dan in late May. The guy pulled off my cock and was gone. My cock was slick with cum. I grabbed a cup of water from the bar and then went to the gloryhole booths to collect myself and cool down. I berated myself for not insisting on a condom, but the guy said he was clean. But really, how could he know? Before I could obsess about it, a big bush and a circumcised cock came through the hole, and I reached out. I licked from the shaved balls up to the tip of his head, a solid eight inches. Having Dan and Bob as my coaches had made me into a very good cocksucker. Before, Dan said blowjobs never got him off, but I could make him cum with just my mouth. I gave him great head for about 10 minutes, then the guy was breathing hard and he pulled his cock out of the hole. “Show me that hole, boy,” he said. He was probably about 45 or 50 years old with a brown beard and moustache and very handsome. My ass needed to be rimmed badly. So, I turned around and put my ass up against the gloryhole. I felt his breath and then his first lick and then he licked my slightly hairy crack. I was in heaven. He tried to push an unlubricated index finger into my pucker, but I was tight and didn’t want to open for him. He went back to rimming me and then he tried to finger me again with something that felt like Vaseline. He rubbed it around my tight little hole, and I felt a slight pleasant tingling sensation. He kept licking my ass cheeks while he worked magic with his finger. I couldn’t resist any more and I unlocked my hole and let him push that finger into me. He took more goo and pushed it in me. Then I heard him stand up and I knew what was next. I still had the unused condom, and I tore the package open. As he put his cock up to the hole, I wrapped the condom onto his pole and turned around and pointed it toward my moisturized asshole. He slowly pushed in as I pushed my ass back against the wall. Finally, he was balls-deep and started to thrust. God, I needed cock so badly! He was pounding away at me, and I had two or three anal orgasms. My cock was dripping pre-cum profusely. Finally, he grunted and held his cock in me. As he pulled out, I felt cum dripping out of me. I looked around and saw him pulling the remnants of a shredded, cum-soaked condom off his cock. He dropped it on the floor and walked out of the booth.

The night air was cool as Doug walked with Jay towards his apartment his heart pounding with anticipation. He had been looking forward to this moment since their last encounter. Now after another very pleasant dinner date (less interrupted by texting than before), Doug was hoping this time he would be invited inside, the memory of their last kiss still fresh on his lips. "Hey, come on in," Jay said, stepping aside to let Doug enter the building. He then led Doug by the hand into the elevator and up to his floor. He opened the door to to his apartment and ushered Doug inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting a warm light over the room. The scent of Jay's musk was intoxicating. Like Doug, Jay obviously did not use any scent besides his own. Doug felt a shiver run through him as he took in the familiar yet exciting surroundings. "Thanks for having me over," Doug said, his voice slightly trembling. He could feel the tension building between them, the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the air. Jay poured them both a drink, the clink of the glasses breaking the silence. They chatted for a while. "So, here we are" he said, handing Doug a glass. They chatted for a while about this and that, after which Jay asked how the week since they met had been for him. "It was good," Doug replied, taking a sip. The alcohol burned slightly, grounding him. "Just been thinking about our last date a lot." Jay smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh yeah? What about it?" Doug felt his cheeks heat up, but he held Jay's gaze. "Just how much I enjoyed it. How much I enjoyed... you." Jay's smirk widened, and he took a step closer to Doug. "I enjoyed you too, Doug. A lot." He reached out, his fingers brushing against Doug's cheek. "I think we both know where this is headed, don't we?" Doug nodded, his breath hitching as Jay's fingers trailed down his neck, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Yeah, I think we do." Jay's expression softened, and he took a deep breath. "Before we do, there's something you should know. I'm HIV positive." Doug's heart skipped a beat, but he nodded, understanding the weight of Jay's words. "I'm not, but it's cool with me that you are." Jay's eyes searched Doug's, looking for any hint of hesitation or fear. Finding none, he smiled softly. "Okay then..." Doug leaned in, his lips meeting Jay's in a soft, tender kiss. It was a promise, a seal of their mutual understanding and desire. Jay responded eagerly, his hands tangling in Doug's hair as he deepened the kiss. Doug moaned softly, his body pressing against Jay's, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said, his voice husky with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He followed Jay into the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. The room was bathed in soft light, the bed inviting and promising pleasure. Jay turned to Doug, his eyes dark with lust. He reached out, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Doug's shirt, revealing the lean muscles underneath. Doug's hands trembled slightly as he reached for Jay's shirt, pulling it over his head. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the biohazard tattoo under Jay's navel, a symbol of his status and his openness about it. It was a turn-on, a testament to Jay's confidence and comfort in his own skin. Jay smirked, noticing Doug's gaze. He chuckled, his hands moving to Doug's pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. Doug stepped out of them, his cock already hard and straining against his underwear. Jay hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down as well, freeing Doug's cock. It sprang out, thick and long, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Jay's eyes darkened with desire, and he dropped to his knees, his lips wrapping around the head of Doug's cock. Doug gasped, his fingers tangling in Jay's silver hair as he was enveloped in the warm, wet heat of Jay's mouth. Jay's tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and tasting, before he took more of Doug's length into his mouth. Doug moaned, his hips bucking slightly as Jay's mouth worked magic on his cock. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his stomach. But Jay pulled back, his lips leaving Doug's cock with a soft pop. "I want to see your ass," Jay said, his voice rough with desire. He stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's chest, his stomach, before hooking into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them all the way down. Doug stepped out of them, his ass bare and exposed to Jay's hungry gaze. Jay's fingers traced the curve of Doug's ass, teasing and tantalizing. He leaned in, his tongue swiping over Doug's hole, making him gasp and shudder. Jay chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through Doug. He reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small vial of poppers. "Here, take this," he said, handing it to Doug. Doug took it, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it and took a deep inhale. The rush hit him almost immediately, his body relaxing, his hole loosening. Jay's tongue swiped over his hole again, and Doug moaned, the pleasure intensified by the poppers. Jay stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's back, making him shiver. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He turned around, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he bent over, presenting his ass to Jay. He heard the sounds of Jay applying lube to his cock and then to Doug's hole. He could feel Jay's cock, hard and thick, pressing against his hole. He was grateful there had been no discussion of condoms. Jay pushed in slowly, his cock stretching Doug's hole, filling him inch by inch. Doug gasped, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady sensation. Jay's cock was thick, stretching him in a way that made his toes curl. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock sliding deeper into Doug's ass. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Jay groaned, his hips starting to move, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's ass. Doug moaned, the pleasure building with each thrust. He could feel Jay's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Jay moved Doug through a number of different positions. While on his back, Doug couldn't help staring at Jay's biohazard tat as he thrust into him. Doug had been fucked by poz undetectable guys before, in fact that's mostly who he got fucked by these days however infrequently that was. But he hadn't been fucked by a guy with an overt poz themed tat. It definitely added to the arousal. Their ultimate position was back to doggie style. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Doug could feel the pleasure building, his cock throbbing with need. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking it in time with Jay's thrusts. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, his body trembling with the need to cum. Jay's cock was hitting that sweet spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock head sliding into Doug's second ring. Doug gasped, Jay's cock was stretching him in a way that made him see stars, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. "I'm getting close," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Where should I cum?" Doug moaned, his body trembling with need. "Inside me, if you want" he gasped, his fingers stroking his cock faster, his body throbbing with need. "Oh, I want" Jay groaned, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel Jay's cock throbbing, his cum filling him, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slowing as he emptied himself into Doug's ass. Doug then started jerking himself, turned on by the raw cock still in his hole and the cum it had deposited there. He gasped, his own cum spilling over his fingers, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. Jay's fingers traced down Doug's chest, his stomach. "That was hot," he said, his voice soft and tender. Doug nodded, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yeah, it was." They lay there in silence, the weight of what they had just shared hanging heavy in the air. Doug could feel Jay's cum dripping from his ass, a reminder of their intimate connection. He felt a sense of contentment, a sense of rightness that he hadn't felt in a long time. But as he lay there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense of longing for more. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "I should probably get going," he said, his voice reluctant. Jay nodded, his fingers tracing down Doug's cheek. "Yeah, I guess so." Doug stood up, his body still trembling slightly as he pulled on his clothes. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "Thank you for tonight," he said, his voice sincere. Jay smiled, his eyes warm and affectionate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice soft and tender. Doug walked out of the apartment, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the night air on his skin, the cool breeze sending shivers down his spine. He made his way home, walked into his apartment and collapsed onto his bed, his body still trembling, his body spent and satisfied, but his mind filled with thoughts of Jay and particularly sex with Jay.

All my life, I had grown up with my dad and his wife who I consider to be more of a mother than my actual one. As far as I can remember it was her who attended the PTA meetings. I only see my biological mom about 2 or 3 times a year. The times we do see each other, it’s as if I’m being summoned to carry out a familial obligation and for the most part, it’s just awkward silences and exchanges of “really, I didn’t know that” or “you didn’t tell me that”. I still give her the benefit of the doubt since she still reaches out. Plus, it’s not just her. It’s her husband Terrence or as people call him, Terry who I look forward to seeing more. I was 16 when I first met Terry. He was nothing like my dad. He never told a story without his hands cutting shapes in the air, like he was carving the memory into the room. Even a story about traffic sounded like a barroom tale when Terry told it, complete with exaggerated sighs and a grin that made you laugh before the punchline came. After a bottle or two, my ‘mom’ would tell me how she’s the luckiest person in the world to have Terry, even if their bolts and screws don’t really fit. I didn’t understand what she had meant. I presumed they were just drunk talk when I was a kid. Terry never treated me like I’m my ‘Mom’s’ son. If anything, he was the very few adults who’d ask me about my life and treated me as an equal. Even if we had dinners with more people around, Terry always made sure that I wasn’t left out. The year I turned 25, cancer latched onto my ‘Mom’. Stage III when she did her checkup. I saw her more often and in some ways, I saw more of Terry too. I wish I could say more about the whole ordeal, but there really isn’t much to say. Like I said, I barely saw ‘Mom’ and the times I do, I’m more fixated on her husband. It’s not strange that throughout their marriage, ‘Mom’ and Terrence chose to be child-free. It was a hill they’d die on. That year blurred into hospital visits and unanswered texts, and before I knew it, the year had turned again. Just shy of my 26th birthday, she gave in, and her ordeal came to an end. Most of us had expected it. I had forgotten much of the funeral - only the fact that Terry embraced me in a hug. I couldn’t hold it in and let my grievances out to him by diving into his arms. He was the only person I could cry to. Even with Dad I kept my guard up. Terry provided a different kind of comfort when he held me, reassuring me that this was all part of life. I can still feel the weight of his palm on my shoulder. If only it lasted longer. That day, he told me something that ‘Mom’ had never said. “We’re family, don’t forget that.” I was frequently referred to as the kid or a mistake with zero regrets, as my mom used to joke. It’s hard to feel any sort of sentimentality with her before her health started to deteriorate. She was the same age as dad but clearly not as mature as he was in guaranteeing my upbringing. Family. I took his words to heart. Since the funeral, we text more than we ever had. It was mostly to update each other. He was selling the house in Revere to have a fresh start while I had gotten a promotion that paid for a new car. For Christmas last year, Terry invited me to his new place for dinner. I told him that it shouldn’t be a problem since Mom and Dad were on a cruise while my younger half sister was on exchange. He then insisted that I stay for a few days if I had nobody in town. How could I say no? Initially, I had planned to stay for a night or two, but work gave me two weeks off. I was with Terry for both Christmas and New Year’s. My boss had also been pestering me to take my vacation so for 4 weeks I’m OOO. Terry told me to stay for a week when I shared this. “You’ll love it here. There’s so much to do and see. I’ll show you around. Take an actual break for once.” He was right. I needed to get out of the city. Terry had moved to the Berkshires. The town he lived in wasn’t far from Albany. It was a quiet, quaint place with a few B&Bs, New England clapboard houses, and antique stores that might or might not be open. The cottage he called home sat at the end of a dead-end road, up a small hill where, in December, the bare trees made it possible to see the road’s start from the porch. It was lit when I turned in, the only house with lights. There were other cottages along the way, likely just vacation homes. I had reached at the right time since it got dark a few minutes after I parked in the driveway. Christmas Eve was tomorrow and I would be back in the city the day after New Year’s. Until then, Terry’s cottage was where I could blow off some steam. I walked up to the porch with a duffel bag and saw that the place was well lit through the windows. I took a moment to examine the interior from outside before knocking. There were portraits hanging on the walls and mini sculptures scattered at certain corners. There’s no denying that Terry has a good eye for art. I pulled the wind chime hanging above the front door before I knocked. Not long after, he opened the door. Still the same Terry I knew. At 6’0, he stood straight with both hands on his waist, chest naturally upright. His hair had turned grey over the years but not a single strand had dropped from his head. At 48, he was 20 years older than me. His arms opened before his mouth did and I dove straight into him. It was the second time since the funeral. He asked if I had been working out, commenting how different I looked. My arms were bigger with my hips higher from the squats I’ve been doing. Terry’s one to say. Underneath his itchy red reindeer sweater, he was lean from decades of doing calisthenics. He’d show his flexibility as a party trick when I was young. The cottage was a single storey with 3 bedrooms and a basement. My bedroom faced the driveway while Terry’s was on the other end. I settled in by unpacking my things in the room. The decor was neat and modest. I folded some clothes and hung my shirt before placing them in the wardrobe. I even took out some books to place them on the bookshelf by the window. It was already filled halfway. I browsed through the piles—Penguin classics, self-help books, encyclopedias and, out of nowhere, a pile of Honcho magazines. Curiosity made me pick one out. On the cover was a man with a leather vest. Thick moustache. What was initially casual page flipping led me to being engrossed with the whole issue itself. Some pages made me hard. I went for another issue. This time it was more explicit. At the study table, I noticed a box of Kleenex next to the lamp. It seemed better to have it by the nightstand instead. A few flips of the second issue got me harder than the first. I found that it felt more intimate to rub one off this way than to go on the internet or open my phone. There was something more raw about these photos, and when I finally came, the relief I got felt more deserving. The load I released was more than usual. I was panting more too. I wasn’t sure if I had moaned. I rarely did that. The phone then buzzed. Terry said that dinner was ready. I wiped the jizz off my stomach and changed. Before I left the room, I noticed that the door had been slightly ajar. Odd. I never left my doors open. At the table, Terry had already sat with a glass of red. I let him pour me a glass after his offer. The dining table could’ve fit 6 people but it was only Terry and I seated across from each other at different ends. Terry in typical Terry fashion said that it’s good practice for us to enunciate our words and to project our voice, like aristocrats. I smirked. We weren’t actually that far apart and we still managed to hear each other and talk. Halfway through the pasta and on my 4th glass, I asked Terry why he had those magazines. “Because I like them. Don’t you?” I nodded, asking him in what way he liked it. “In every way, kiddo. Don’t play dumb now.” “What?” “Your Mom used to say…the bolts and screws didn’t fit” “But why then?” “Why not? She was my best friend and we wanted to save on taxes.” I didn’t want to bring up my dead mother during this time of the year. That would be too much of a cliché. “Cool. Do you…or have you…seen anybody since?” “I have some very great friends who aren’t too far from here. Great people. You’ll like them. They’ll be here for dinner tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind that it’ll be a sausage fest. Or maybe you won’t.” I proceeded to ask Terry more about his friends and the things he’s been up to. It wasn’t a shock that we lean the same way. What surprised me more was that I never had someone to show the ropes in dealing with it. The mascot that went around the school once a year for pride didn’t really help. But how would Terry even know? I brought a girl out to prom for senior year and I work in IT. The last guy I slept with, I met at a bar. The last actual relationship I had ended after I graduated. Terry told me that he’s sorry after I told him all of this. I replied that there was no need, I was just ranting and thinking out loud. It had been months since I had a proper OOO time to myself so I made the most out of it by letting my frustrations, be it professional or personal, be heard with an audience of one. “Don’t you ever feel shy about sharing how you feel. Let me make up for those lost times I should’ve been there.. I just hope you don’t blame me or your Mom. Well, maybe her, rest in peace. We had zero suspicions but then again, we were never really there.” I laughed and assured him that I’m just glad to have some time off and that I wasn’t pointing any fingers. He was blowing things out of proportion in his silly theatrical ways. I had another serving of pasta before Terry took out the dessert, a square tiramisu from the freezer. A bottle of Limoncello was opened and I lost track of the amount of glasses we gulped. The next thing I remembered was Terry adding more twigs and chopped logs into the fireplace before calling me to the leather couch. Terry was already on it, lying full length with his arms stretched out like he owned every inch of the leather. There was only a tiny space left at the edge, just enough for me to squeeze in. I would have overthought it on any other night, where to put my hands, how close to sit, but the alcohol had made that part of my brain lazy. I sank down beside him, shoulders brushing. The TV above the fireplace was playing The Polar Express, muted except for the crackle of the fire. Tom Hanks’ face flickered in the glow while Terry’s arm, warm and heavy, stayed behind me in a clasp. “I’ve always liked him in Philadelphia. Have you seen it?” “No, is it good?” “Quite so. What a time it was back then, in the worst way. These days, doctors would argue that they’d rather deal with patients who are positive than diabetic. In just 3 decades.” I got closer to Terry as I wasn’t sure if the tipsiness clouded my listening skills or his speech. Positive? “It’s time to tell you something kiddo. You’ve been honest with me the minute you stepped through the front door. If it weren’t for your mom, I wouldn’t have survived til this day. We got married because I needed to be insured. I remembered the day she insisted on it. You hadn’t turned 2 yet.. She had lost custody of you a few weeks prior and she was finding ways to fix her karma after getting into ‘New Age’. A few of our friends were gone and the medications weren’t FDA approved or trusted by many. We took a huge risk. Your mother and I drove to Vegas that weekend and months later, I found the right doctor. Nothing drastic since. You could never tell when you visited us during those summers, could you?” There had been pills that Terry would take when I would have breakfast but so did Mom. Without reading the bottles or knowing what AZT or SSRI meant, you wouldn’t have noticed. The fact that Mom had mild depression while Terry had the 3 big letters flew under my nose. My reaction to Terry disclosing this history of him and ‘Mom’ made me view her differently, less self-centered than I thought.I realized I was sitting closer to Terry than I had planned. He hadn’t moved, his legs stretched out along the couch, his left arm curled loosely around my waist. His head rested on a cushion near my right thigh. I kept my feet planted on the floor, stiff, pretending not to notice the way his hand grazed and pressed lightly against my side. I said nothing. I didn’t want to. The zipper of my pants pushed up, forming a hill. Terry broke the silence, asking if we could watch something else. “Yeah we can. You pick something out. Host’ choice.” “Any preferences?” “Not at all. Maybe no horror, no heavy drama or anything complex to be honest. I can barely think” “How bout some porn? Something more than just magazines.” By now, I had realized the cushion holding Terry’s head was on my right thigh, and I heard the last question come out sharper, louder than before. I looked down to see his face smirking. It was less a tease than a taunt. I raised my eyebrows and said, “Sure.” He got up to find the remote, freeing my leg, which had started to feel numb. The TV then grabbed my attention with the screen showing the animated train moving through the blizzard. Without a warning, the channel changed to HDMI. Terrence had returned in a festive robe while holding a hard drive with one hand and a remote controller with the other. The hard drive was plugged and he sat up straight next to me. His arms extended again, resting on my shoulder this time. His robe was tied loose. It gave me a glimpse or two of his pecs and nipples covered in that coarse silver hair. My gaze wasn’t lost on Terrence. I felt a pinch of my left shoulder from his grip, directing me to keep my eyes up to the screen. “I can’t promise that.” “Maybe this will help you focus.” Terry reached for a keepsake box under the coffee table in front of us. He revealed a glass pipe, a pill case containing shiny white rocks and shards, and a torch that could be used for preparing creme brulee. I was into weed during college and kept a glass bong during my sophomore year but this was new. I’m told that similar to a bong, I need to inhale but Terry will light it for me. I didn’t bother to ask him what it was. I’ve trusted him for as long as I remember. His guidance in handling the pipe convinced me that he’ll always be there to look out for me. After he instructed me to exhale when he stopped the torch, I let out a cloud of light smoke that was similar to vapour. Suddenly I started to feel my nerves electrifying through my body, as if my senses were amplified. My heart beat rapidly and my skin began to perspire. Terry then held my chin to face into my wide eyes before asking how I felt. “Feel better? Eyes up, kiddo.” I complied with no hesitation. That first puff of many compelled me to listen and follow anything Terry said. Whatever he gave me had unlocked a primal state within me that I no longer have shame in suppressing. The screen now showed a menu interface with Terry navigating through the folders before clicking on a file. A video began to play. In a hotel room, there was a guy around my age in a jock and a bass pro cap rolling on a bed before getting on all fours. Terry nudges me to tell me that he’s behind the camera and that this guy’s name is Hayden, his other ‘son’ that he met a year ago. “Before you meet them, I want you to see how well my friends take good care of Hayden. I don't want you to be nervous around them when they’re here tomorrow. And guess what? Hayden will be there too.” I couldn’t wait for tomorrow’s dinner any longer. It was crystal clear that there had been zero regrets coming up here, especially when considering how the rest of my stay went.

Pretty excited. Getting fisted for my first time tomorrow night. A little nervous

This is the first of many amazing hookups. My husband and I are monogamous, well, at least he thinks so. My urge to meet man and have sex and having all and any loads fill my hole is insatiable. he left town for three weeks, seeing that I was already in Fort Lauderdale. I decided that I needed to share my hole with anyone who wanted it, I planned for months in advance for this escapade, purchasing bottles of poppers, silicone, lube, butt plugs, jock straps, and and really large dildos. I booked a hotel that was close to the airport, one that would be sure to bring me a lot of single and horny men. It did not disappoint. I set up parties online inviting anyone who wanted to fuck Sniffies was easily my best friend. Of course I placed my sex ads on grinder as well as Adam for Adam. I set up parties online inviting anyone who wanted to fuck Sniffies was easily my best friend. Of course I placed my sex ads on grinder as well as Adam for Adam. 1st Man Immediately, once my husband said goodbye, and jumped into the shuttle, I was off of work, I decided to get myself cleaned up and arrange meet ups in the hotel room. they went to the room and started chatting with several men, the first one to arrive was a hairy, middle-aged, burly, white guy, the door was left the jar for anyone wishing to fuck, he came into the room and immediately grabbed me by the waist, we were kissing really hard while we undressed, he done push me onto the bed and eat my ass, letting his tongue go as deep as it possibly could, I laid there, moaning and groaning and huffing on my poppers. I was a puddle under his enormous frame. He held the back of my neck down with his hand as he rose up, and then began pushing his very fat cock against my hole. There was some resistance initially, but I huffed those poppers and he slither right into me, I was in hog heaven, as he began slowly fucking my ass once he was able to get deep into me he pulled out, made me flip over onto my back and then slid right in again my legs are wrapped around him as I held onto his back I had chewed on my lips. You fucked me in that position for quite some time on my ass was getting pretty loose, heroes up, held my legs, and then proceeded to jackhammer fuck me. I could feel my own cum building in my stomach and before you know it, I was pissing myself and coming at the same time. My hole was a wrecked mess as I was so loose drooling lube everywhere, he pulled his cock back out, tease my hole, and I could hear the slippery slushy wet sounds of his cock hitting my open rosebud he pushes right back in and starts fucking me very hard as I’m cumming you don’t tell me he’s about to shoot his load into my hole while his b belly greeted against mine, and my cum got sticky in his fur. I was begging him for it blue deep inside my guts, and then slowly pulled out of me. I could feel his cum running out of my hole.. And then I felt his finger followed by two and then three soon enough, he was attempting to fist me as I lay there again huffing more poppers. I was able to get until four fingers deep on a portion of his knuckles he pulled his fingers out of my ass and then force it into my throat where I happily sucked and cleaned every one of his fingers of my ass juice and his cum. He decided he was done and I needed a break, without wiping up he pulls his underwear up, slaps my ass and says thank you within 30 seconds he’s out the door

Yesterday for lunch. I got hit up on grindr and turns out he is at the next neighborhood. He said I saw your intos. Older guy nice cock pics. I was going to ignore it but he asked if im into light bondage leather.. hmm I had to answer him. He said come over and let daddy play with you. Now im hooked. I said sure. Got cleaned and when finished got the pin drop. Friggin 35 minutes away. Headed over. Got to his big house and he opened the door but he was behind it. I walked in and he shut and locked the door. I turned to look and he was a semi heavy hairy guy wearing chaps, harness and and boots. I think I just blew a load by the way he was dressed. Lol He said daddy want some fun as he grabbed my neck, squeezing hard and pushed me to another room. I was hard as a rock as this was happening. I got pushed into a room in the back as I saw a bed a bench a few tables with stuff on them and a big tv with porn playing. He commanded me in a forceful voice to strip. He kicked my clothes away and grabbed my neck tight and reached for my balls and squeezed them hard. Came up to my ear and said I own you right now. I said yes sir. He said say it again loud. So I did. That got him, as he spun me around and push me face down on the bench so I was bent over the bench. Got my arms bound to it. Grabbed something off one of the tables. He then tied a blindfold tight. He grabbed my ass started to rim me for a long time. I heard him growl as he was eating me out. Then stopped walked somewhere and came back put a rag to my face and got an incredible rush. As I moaned I felt lube on my hole as he kicked my leggs wide. Felt something hard on my hole as it was pushed in. He put the rag against my face again as what it felt like a didlo pushed in deep. He then pushed and pulled it for some time then a bigger one was pushed in deep and left it in. Told me to hold it in. He had to be watching the porn as the volume increased. All of a sudden I felt a smack hard on my ass. I jumped and he kicked my leggs wide and with a demanding voice said don't do that again. Pushed in the dildo as it was sliding out and again told me to hold it as it was pushed so deep i think it hit my stomach. He rubbed my ass licking every part. Nibbling my hole and pulling my cock and balls hard. Strapped them with something tight till it hurt as he told me to shut my mouth. He walked over if front pulled my hair as he shoved his cock in my mouth and told me to suck it good or your going to be slapped. So I sucked as best as I could. He was getting hard as he pushed my head and his cock kept gagging me I almost puked. Kept up with this for some time. He pulled out as I got my breath. Then heard noises as he put something around my neck and felt a strap on it. He pulled as I was getting choked. He said like my belt? So he had a belt around my neck hopefully backwards. Been there before where it locked. He pulled it tight as I felt the didlo pull out quickly and said your hole is open for business. Put something in my hole and felt something ooze in and out. He jerked the belt as I got choked and his cock slipped in. He pounded my ass has he must have held the belt. This was going on for while then he moaned and laid on me breathing hard. He got up slapped my ass and said good boy. He walked to my head pulling my hair hard and said clean me. I suck and licked as much as I could. He undid the straps and turned me over flat on my back. Positioned his ass over my face and said eat me. So I pulled him to my face and rimmed the shit out of him the smell of the leather got me hot and he saw i was rock hard.. he got up and gave me a great bj and sucked my balls lifted my leggs and sucked the cum out of my hole. I blew a load when the was sucking and stroking me. He got up and threw my clothes at me and said next time my friends will be here. You have my address come over anytime. I left and had a 3 hour lunch...lol

Mmmm, what a slut.

At the local bathhouse two really cute guys would come and play with others together and separately. They were partners who had met at a bathhouse so they knew and accepted each other’s needs. They were also both mainly bottoms so would come to the bathhouse to get their needs met. Interestingly, they didn’t have the same taste in tops. One tended to like older white guys. The other lusted after younger minorities. Either way, they never turned down cock. It was always a turn on to see them side by side, on a bed or in slings getting plowed by guy after guy. I once saw them sitting at a restaurant eating and talking. It was so obvious they were totally in love. Nice that they didn’t seem jealous or possessive when it came to sex—very healthy emotionally.

Getting bareback buttfucked and bred by BBC.

Man 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 Headed over to Clubhouse 2 I have never been to this bathhouse before, it was quite a treat. The crowd was very minimal when I got here, I’ve never been here before, so I did not know what to expect. Everyone seemed older, however, that was my demographic. I don’t care how old the person is as long as their cock works and they wanna fuck me I would let them do it. Guy number six was an older Mexican man who got there not too long after I did. I was in one of the dark rooms when he came over I started feeling my lubed hole, I started using Vaseline after the black guy tore me a little, I even put some Analeze to help with the pain. The Mexican guy wasted no time, spun me around and pushing me up against the wall and began to fuck me relentlessly using my ass like a flashlight and coming pretty quickly inside of my ass. He was quiet about this. He then slips out and walks away without saying a word. Guy number seven, an older white guy who looks like an old AIDS patient instantly slipped into Me his cock about 7 inches long, thick and hard. I could feel his old balls, slapping my wet ass as it cozy up to my back and pushes deep as far as he can get it, cum is dripping down my ass at this point, my legs are wet as slushes and with his fat cock, then bend over and hold my ass open for him and see assault me as hard as I possibly could take it. He then pulls out of me, guy number eight slides right into his place as guy number seven now feeds me his wet cock accompanied by the bottle of poppers under my nostril. Flying high, I slowly start sucking on his cock as the next guy fucks me deep and hard. Another bottom enters the room and AIDS daddy pulls out of my mouth and slides into his ass. The other bottom groans with pleasure and then the guy fucking me pulls out of me and feeds me his cock. He begins jerking in really hard. I knew he wanted to come so badly so I sucked him as hard as I could as soon enough he was filling my mouth, splashing his cum all over my face. AIDS Daddy sees this.Pulls cock out of the other bottoms ass and proceeds to feed me his dirty cock. The other bottom comes over and begins to lick the cum off of my face, we then start kissing, snowballing the Load between us, you then pulls me off of daddy‘s cock, flipped me over, spits on my hole and pushes himself into me. I lay there with my ass hanging over the side of the bench and my mouth still available aids. Daddy is now fever fucking in my mouth as the other bottom is fucking my ass sloppy with cum and lube. AIDS daddy announces that he wants to cum, the bottom and him switch places, and he pushes into me deep as he fucks his seed into my hole, he pulls out of me, and makes me and the other bottom suck him clean before walking away. The auto bottom slides right back into me and continuous fucking me turning the loads I reach back, and scoop up some of the cum dripping out of my ass. it was white and foamy and of course, I tasted it on the tip of my fingers The bottom and pulls out of me and jerked his load onto my ass. He then slides right back in and fucking me. He then pulled out and walked away. A black guy comes in and Lays on his back. I then climb directly onto him after sucking him nice and hard on the ride his cock reverse cowgirl. I could hear the slashing sounds on the groans hes making. He’s telling me how wet my ass is and commenting on how many loads he’s turning he enjoys it. He starts telling me how foamy and messy my asshole is.I ride him for what seems like forever, but he doesn’t come eventually I pull off of him only on my belly instead.

Man 3 an overweight and very unattractive Indian man reaches out to me, he says he would like to eat my hole and then fuck me deep until he busts his load. Who am I to argue a man who knows what he wants? I decided I wanted this to be way more anonymous, I closed the windows and turned off all the lights, except for one red light, I then got on all fours laid at the corner of the bed and awaited. Soon enough, I heard the door opening and a person getting un dressed, I feel his T-shirt and pants fall close to my feet. A warm hand was placed onto my ass and then another hand to open my ass, I done felt warm air at my hole and then a tongue slipping in, my hole still being puffy and inflamed from the last rough fuck was ready his tongue touched all of my hand sides as I laid there, writhing in ecstasy. My cock, of course, soft as he held my legs apart. He pulled off of my hole and asked me to take some poppers so I did, as the head rush, be behind building I felt him get up. I shove his cock deep into me, no warning, no telling what he look like or how large his dick was– I didn’t care, I knew that I wanted his dick inside me and for him to load my hole as deep as he wanted to he fucked me in a position while holding onto my shoulders, and in a very short time, he announce he was gonna cum soon. I laid there push my as back as far as it can go. And begged him to load my nasty hole, he started coming really soon after that, slamming into me with deep thrust, I could hear and feel his come slashing around, he then pulls out of me, wipes his cock on my ass and the bed, get stressed and leaves.

If my boyfriend doesn’t know- that’s on him at this point. He knows my past, and we met at a sauna. I’m sure he has seen sniffles and Grindr on my phone. The reason I got with him was his cock was big. Don’t get me wrong, I love him. But I love being plowed and bred.

I just got a hot load from this dude who had tats. He pumped a huge load into my raw tight hole. He only used spit and the load is still in me.

OK, Shot! Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. Out. “After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join your Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough”…. As Leo moved aside, another Troll was ready to enter. I was stunned, certainly, thrilled, yes, aware of sensations I never thought had existed. As I was bred without vocal or physical complaints by myself or objections from the Marine inside. Leo lounged back and watched the show. He started what sounded like a practiced briefing. How many times had this happened? “Marine, you will remember some of what I say, but you will never forget the throbbing manhood in your hole as you absorb my spunk along with my neighbors. We are sympathetic, but we have needs. You seem to have some needs as well. You have been through some shit that’s for certain. A lot of people would have given up when faced with the challenges you have survived. You might have thought about ending it, but you are here so you are a stubborn Marine, the very best kind, the kind that does not give up. You think Recruit Training and the Crucible were tough? That SERE School was tough? The Crucible of life does not grade on a 4.0/4.0 scale; it is an off and on binary grade of pass/fail; surrender-fail/success-joy. Your Uncle would not like it if you just gave up would he”? I shook my head as the neighbor finished, and I had another dick pumping my ass. Leo continued –“Right now, you are sleep deprived, hung over, maybe still a little drunk. When you get back to your billet, shower and get some sack time there will be regrets about the choices you have made. That is natural. If you do have regrets, there are several resources on the card I put in your pocket. You will probably take that path. Just some advice, you do not want a Corpsman, or Squid Doc seeing that ass for a while, So the 1st resource on the list is the one I would try first. You need to ask them for PEP within 72 hours. Myself, I expect you will start PEP, then probably throw away the bottle and be back for a recharge”. I took advantage of Leo’s pause to mumble “Harder”! To my Impaler. Leo continued “Yes a lot of Marines are bossy bottoms. Devon, are you going to comply with his request”? “Nope” the owner of the BBC thrusting into me replied. “Sir! Harder Please Sir”? I corrected. Devon replied “Sure thing since you asked nicely” and started pounding me upslope. As the conga line continued, it started getting light. Leo said “Alright let’s wrap this up. Don’t want to startle a dog walker”. He handed me a rag and instructed me to not wipe with it but shove it up my gape so I would not leave a trail to the sally gate. I CAC’d in through the Man-Portal at the gate and rushed to the billets and the Head. Part of me wanted to keep it in, part of me was saying if you do so, you will have a visible accident later. I flipped a mental coin and pushed out while on the toilet. A rush of murky stuff, gobs of white, and threads of red were in the bowl. Bright red was on the toilet paper I cleaned up with. I showered, shaved, got into a work coverall and was nodding off in the Day Room when the duty briefing snapped me awake. During the work detail I was a zombie, a delicate zombie who if caught off balance would break into a thousand little Marine Pieces. The Gunny gave a nod to the Sgt and he asked me if I needed to go to Sick Call. I responded No Sgt, just sore from a workout and got caught in the rain this morning. I tried paying more attention to the tasks at hand. The day sucked out all my reserves. Boot Camp Crucible and Aviation SERE were tough, but I felt I had achieved a new level of on the job training across the last 16 Hours. I skipped chow which was a bad idea and hit the rack exhausted. My dreams were an alternating series of delicious dreams and nightmares. Oh My God, what had I done? I replayed the normal half of liberty – off time. My Uncle, The Bar, the drinking, the decision not to tank and derail my medical and Veteran benefits, taking shelter from the rain; and the other side of the teetertotter - my lack of objection, of not fighting back, even participating moaning, and enjoying every thrust, every squirt of cum. This other side, it was not comprehensible to me. Willingly taking part in a neighborly gang bang rock throwing distance from 8th & I was (not) normal. Or was it? I approached my SGT before the duty day began. I had come back early from my bereavement leave and admitted that insisting on getting back in the duty rotation had possibly been premature. He gave me a nod and asked would three days work? I said yes, and he told me done. “Thanks for letting me know before the morning roster gets finalized, and Corporal, losing battle buddies is tough, losing family is tough, if you need a referral for additional grief counselling, all you have to do is give the word. I never have to worry about you slacking off. I looked down and said Thank you Sgt. I went back to my locker and bunk. Was I going to do this? My conscious mind was telling me to, actually it was yelling at me to get whatever the fuck PEP was and put the whole business behind me. Being gay was not the criminal offense it used to be. So to insure I could put all of this behind me, I committed to using the card. I changed to civvies and took off for the clinic. Each walking step my sore asshole reminded me of the trauma and possible infection it had gone through. But somewhere else the lustful part of ‘me’ was saying what a ride! Let’s do it again! The clinic was perhaps an inadequate word for what was one division location in Washington DC of a large Non-Profit medical concern named after a poet and women’s health rights leader. Marines, along with all service members have learned to follow a rule of keeping ‘inappropriate’ behavior a certain distance from the Flagpole (so to speak). Since the Internet, this has applied to cyber behavior as well. Looking for porn on a government network would lock you out and get your name on the blotter. In the same vein, trying the same research on free Wi-Fi like the military branch community services provides on military facilities equate to the same thing. However, these days any Marine carries what in earlier eras would be considered a supercomputer. I was led to the proper sublocation, went in and asked the receptionist about PEP? I was directed upstairs and to another reception desk. When my turn came, I opened my mouth to speak but I was handed a clipboard. Please fill this out and return it to me. Names will be called based on the type of service needed. I reviewed the list already skittish, There were lots of checkboxes. I selected testing, PEP, and counselling along with possible STI exposure. Then the checklist tree bore embarrassing branches and fruit. Oral Exposure? Yes, Anal Exposure? Yes, I started realizing the implications of earlier questions of just one same sex encounter or multiple? Multiple. Protections used? None. The earlier question of bisexual, homosexual, and hetero sexual, exposure via unprotected sexual encounters, this was getting difficult, things were getting fuzzy, and I.. Passed out. ...not the end....

On Thursday, I was horny all day and I needed to get fucked. So I went to one of the gay saunas in Montreal and rented a room. I dimmed the light a bit and positioned myself on all fours with my back arched. I got my first load from a hot Quebecois bear who loved having his nuts worked on. Then I hit the dark room and got fucked by a couple of guys there. From there, I occupied a gloryhole booth and took a number of cocks. In about three hours I probably got fucked by ten guys, sucked them all and got three or four loads.

I think it’s super hot how many of the pics posted are of white guys with black dick in thier mouths. Just saying 🔥

The video had been running for close to 10 minutes, yet I could not sustain a boner. Hayden was getting his ass eaten by the 2nd guy. Even with Terry’s hand rubbing the side of my arms, my crotch was soft like a bag of sand. I’m told that this was expected, especially if I wasn’t used to the substance I had smoked which I discovered is called T for Tina. Personally, I’d refer to it as Terry instead. I was envious of Hayden’s body. His figure was that of a fraternity boy I would’ve stared during lectures with lust and thirst. There were some frat boys back then who I would hook up with, regardless if they were top or bottom. As I watched Hayden’s hole squirting out the cum of the 4th or 5th guy who had plowed him, my mind raced to the previous times I had a jockish frat boy like him under me. Back in college, I had been texting the president of one of the fraternities that was known to throw parties but not too excessive given that a quarter of their members were on football scholarships. He had a body which proved his linebacker status on the field. The president and I had been meeting discreetly with either one of us blowing each other, nothing more. One day, he asked if he could fuck my hole. It was one of those post semester parties and we were already drunk. I told him only if I could do it too. He didn’t hesitate too long. There was no need for him to even ask in the first place since I didn’t notice he came when he was inside me. His girth barely went deep. My cock was bigger than his. When it was my turn, I gave him a rimjob that caused him to moan in a higher pitch than his regular voice. With only my spit, I fingered him with a twist and turn, going in deeper than his cock had been in me. After I pushed the tip of my cock into his hole, he started to screech and I had to cover his mouth, telling him to be quiet or else the whole house is going to see the star athlete getting rammed by a god damn independent. It was obvious that he was taking a cock up his ass for the first time. It took ages for his hole to take my entire 6 inch but when I started to thrust, he learnt to accommodate. It was one of the tightest holes I’ve had. My cock popped out a few times while I fucked him mercilessly. The same moans echoed in a rhythm, begging me to keep going. I came after 10 minutes, filling him up without a drop. The president came back for more after that night. He had fucked me once whereas I never kept score. A reliable booty call despite his schedule. I rarely went to his games. It wasn’t out of spite or wishing that we could’ve had something, more so that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself still or hide my boner when I see him running on the field with the outline of his jockstrap framing his ass. The last game I went, I told him to not change after the match. He showed up at my place later that night and left with 3 of my loads in his hole. He had come hands free when I asked him what his girlfriend would say if she knew that he likes to take cocks up the ass. The contractions from his hole onto my cock led me to drop the final load in him. We never kept contact after graduating, but I’ll never forget that ass of his. I refocused back on the screen to see Hayden taking up another cock on his back. I stand corrected, his body was leagues ahead of that frat president. He was quieter, panting with more purpose when the guy over him started to pile drive. Terry was already ahead of me before I could utter my thoughts. “Hayden here was the captain of the lacrosse team at this liberal arts college a couple of towns over. Was in a little frat too. Everyone called him captain there. With us he’s just our bitch boy.” I see it as a rule of thumb, though oftentimes, the ones who lead the pack, whether it’s a sports team or a fraternity or any of that alpha-related manosphere, are most likely the ones that do so as a need to compensate for their repressed desire. The desire of wanting a cock up their ass is a struggle they constantly face and forced to contain. Most would spend their 20s fantasizing, secretly looking up gay porn to wank with guilt after coming. They belittle weaker ones within their cohort to assert supremacy while masking insecurity but the moment a cock enters their hole, there’s no turning back. The longer these guys contain, the more feral they would become. Terry agreed with me, concluding that there’s not much difference between Hayden and that Frat President in a sense. He then asked me if I was enjoying the night so far. It was almost 1 AM. I said yes, even if I couldn’t jerk my cock off. Terry laughs, advising me to take it easy. I gulped, staring at Terry. I was ready to call out his bluff but his expression didn’t change. He opens his robe slowly to expose his body in its bare and natural form. It was leaner with more tattoos than I remembered. I could trace his thick veins exposing throughout his limbs and his thick 8 inch cock carried a pierced stud. Never in my life did I expect to find myself in this situation. He held my head again, turning it to have my lips meet his. I pushed my tongue into his and his into mine. A long embrace where he would pinch my nipples and caress my back. He stopped to sit up on the head of the couch, spreading his legs open. “You want a taste?” It was hard and veiny like the rest of his body. Thicker than mine with a slight curve. Surprisingly, I swallowed without struggling, unfazed by the piercing passing through my throat. I choked a few times forcing me to drool. My eyes stung and I looked up to see Terry who kept saying good job kiddo. He finally pulled his cock out of me and said that tonight was a teaser. Tomorrow is the full show. He left immediately after. It was close to 3. “I’m going to bed. You can watch and learn or practice in your room.” I didn’t linger on the sofa long enough to see what was coming next. Terry had switched off the lights, leaving the screen as the only glow in the room. The video of Hayden was coming to an end with Terry applauding. He declared 12 loads with not a single stain on the sheets. He pushed a finger into Hayden’s hole, claiming how warm the cum was before he let Hayden lap it up like it would quench his thirst. I made my way to my room to try and get some rest but it was impossible. I tried to read some books and go through the magazines but it was futile. What did Terry mean by practicing in my room? I looked under the bed, opened the cabinet, checked the containers on the shelves before it hit me. The wardrobe. I flung both doors open. There was a drawer below. In it were toys and lube of different kinds. I tried one, then two and the next thing I knew I was on the 5th which I couldn’t take. I hadn’t been stretched in a while. By then I also realized that I heard noises coming from outside. It was 7 AM. I kept going, hoping to fit in the sixth. I was on the bed, pushing and pulling it out, practicing my hole to grip and suck it in. Eventually I got hard after, jerking my cock with my right hand while my left was sliding the dildo. It didn’t take long. The climax was intense. I’m not one to moan but my legs were shaking when my cum shot up to my chest, some even going as far to my neck. I let out a huge exhale after with a few beads of sweat falling from my forehead. Finally, I was tired and read to doze off. I adjusted the pillow, turning my head to the other side of room and saw that the door was ajar again.

My first cock was black. An older black man in apt building in college taught me the ways of sex with black men. That was the most useful thing I learned in college.

This is one of the hottest stories i have ever read. Made me blow multilple times.

SSRI's (citalopram is one) definitely mess with your libido. Generally the drug reduces it, so it makes sense that cutting back on the drug would increase it.

Me haha mine is black, solid, thick, large, curved & cums a lot. His is slim, ginger, also curved & average but he's hiperspermic & I'm not... we compliment each other though.

First time raw was with a DL “straight” college guy on the football team. He came over drunk and just wanted to get sucked and him top me. I sucked him hard and ate his hole then he told me to tease his raw cock on my hole. I asked him if he had a condom and he said no and I just kept going. Couldn’t feel the cum flooding me but loved the velvet feeling of this athlete’s raw cock sliding in my twink hole for the first time. After he left I pushed load out; tasted some of it and jerked off and fingered myself until I came. Haven’t used a condom since

Yes he definitely needs more. Needs to stay with Jay a few days and loaded many times.

Ciao a tutti. Sono francese di origine italiana. Vivo a Nizza, vicino al confiné di stato. Sono 100% Bareback niente condom neanche prep. Mi piaciono le porcate con maschi robusti e pelosi. -‐------------------------------------------------------------------ Hi buds. I'm French with origins from Italy. I live in Nice, close to the frontier. I'm 100% Bareback, no condoms, no prep. Never. I love hot sex with stocky hairy guys

I am surprised at how the site of condoms now infuriates me.

@kitpig Lots of features to cum... 😛 @Docebrown Glad to hear you're enjoying it! @nymidtowneast Glad to hear! @hirondelle75 Happy to see you like it! @Londonscottish No plans on quitting it yet. Just been delayed with life stuff this month. So, it's been quite a month. For anyone who reads my other story, this is old news, but last month I was in an accident and have been dealing with that for the last month. I'm fine, my car did exactly what it was supposed to do and keep me safe. But sadly, it's a total loss and I'll be busy with that as well. In other news, I've started a new story (yes... a THIRD story) with @leatherpunk16 here on the site. We both worked extremely hard on it, so please go check it out! Anyways, enjoy the next chapter! Not so much on the sexy side, but it's an important one! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 13: Dealing with People You Can’t Stand I awoke the next morning to my phone dinging. Bleary eyed, I lifted my head and looked at the screen, reading the message sent to me. “Hey, it’s Dave. Your sexy ass and mouth got us 5 paid subscribers, here’s a cut of the profit since you’re helping increase the users,” the message said, causing a small smile to spread on my face. Below it there was a link for a mobile banking app. Rolling on my back, I checked the other messages unread. “Looks like daddy and I are going to be tied up for a bit longer than we thought,” the next message, this time from Mike said, “Yard is going to need mowed, so the code to the garage and security system is 7923. Feel free to use the pool if you want.” Yawning, I looked over at the clock, noticing that it was currently 10:47am. Somewhat saddened at the prospect of not being able to see Greg or Mike, I let my hand flop back down, still clutching the phone. Hopefully they come back soon, I thought to myself. Slowly, I forced myself to get up, and after a quick smell of myself, decided a quick shower should be my next step. After my shower and brushing my teeth, I got dressed and went down the stairs. My mother was in the kitchen, working away at dinner for the night. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sleepily grabbed a muffin out of the pantry and sat down at the kitchen table. “You were out late last night,” she said, looking up for a moment from the cookbook. “Yeah, sorry, just got into the groove on my jog,” I said, another letting out a large yawn, “What are you cooking?” “Beef Wellington, with Brussel sprouts puffs and watercress salad,” she said, ticking off one of the ingredients on the recipe before going back to cooking, “Also have an apple pie and some bread going.” “Mom, no offense, but isn’t that a bit much for a family dinner?” I asked, confused at the affair my mother was preparing, “Last time was just spaghetti and garlic bread… and that pie from Costco… You know we’ll eat whatever you want to cook.” My dad walked in, newspaper in hand as he leaned over and gave my mother a kiss. “Didn’t I tell you,” my mom replied, smiling as my father playfully gave her ass a small smack, “Your sister is bringing her fiancé, and has a date for both you and your brother.” I let out a groan, knowing that the night was already going to be terrible.. If my sister was a nightmare on a good day, adding two of her vapid friends to the mix was literally a recipe for disaster. “Please no…” I said, setting the muffin down in disgust, “I hate Jen’s friends. She always gets so bitchy when you get her around them.” My dad gave me a brief look over the newspaper, looking at me over his glasses. “Oh, sweetheart, she just wants you all to get to know each other. Each of them are going to be in the wedding as her bridesmaids, and…” she said, setting down the rolling pin as she spoke. “Mom. Please. No,” I said, pointedly as she tried to explain, “I’ll do dinner. But the second she starts getting rude and pushy, I’m leaving.” “Son,” my dad began, setting down the paper, “She just wants to see you and your brother dating people she knows. She’s just looking out for you.” “No. She isn’t. She likes controlling everything,” I said, annoyed, “She does this every time. I’m telling you she is going to try and set me up on a date with one of them. These are the same people who she got to make fun of me the whole time I was in high school. I’m not interested.” “Well, it’s just dinner, sweetheart,” Mom said, sighing, “If she gets too pushy, we’ll tell her to stop, ok?” Pinching my nose, I bit back my annoyance. “Fine. But I swear, the second she goes too far, I’m out of here,” I said, putting my foot down. With that, I got up, grabbing my muffin and coffee and going upstairs. —------ Several hours later, I came down stairs, wearing a polo shirt and slacks my mother had insisted I wear. The doorbell quickly rang, and I answered the door, only to be greeted by Jen’s two friends, Amanda and Amy, two of my biggest bullies in high school. “Oh my god, Bucktooth!” Amy squealed, instantly grating on my nerves with the high pitch tone. “Just as scrawny as ever!” Amanda exclaimed, poking my side painfully. I flatly stared at the two, unimpressed as the two pushed past me and into the hallway. “Where’s that bitch, Jen?” Amy yelled out loud, looking around in the living room and up the stairs, as if she would suddenly appear. “Just pulling up now,” I said, pointing at the driveway while gritting my teeth. The two women screamed as they suddenly pushed past me, leaving me alone in the hallway. Shaking my head, I shut the door and went back upstairs, poking my head into Ryan’s room. “Jen and her minions are here,” I said, already having trouble hiding the annoyance in my voice, “You coming down or am I stuck entertaining them?” Adjusting his tie, Ryan looked at me in through the mirror’s reflection. “Oh, yeah, sure… just give me a minute. I’m guessing Marcus drove her in?” he asked. “I would assume so,” I said, shrugging, “Please don’t leave me down there with them. They already are in rare form.” “Yeah… yeah…. Down there in a minute,” said, grabbing a bottle of cologne before shooing me away. Sighing, I grabbed my phone from my room and texted Mike and Greg. If you see a triple homicide on the news tonight from my house, just know it was justified on my part… I wrote, sending it before shoving the phone back into my pocket. I let out another deep sigh before forcing myself to plaster a smile on my face and walking downstairs, already hearing the squealing of my sister and her friends down below. I sat down on the couch, staring at my phone counting the minutes until the night was over, as Ryan bounded down and started chatting with Marcus, leaving me alone with my sister and friends. An hour in and 17 insulting comments on my appearance later, my mother came into the room, calling us to dinner. Dinner was surprisingly good, and my mother had seemed to outdo herself. Throughout the meal, I sat in silence, not being able to add much as the entire conversation was overtaken with talk of the impending wedding between my mother, sister, and her friends, and the other half of my dad, brother, and her fiancé talking heatedly about some lab breach all over the news in Germany. I occasionally looked at my phone, wishing Greg or Mike would message back. It was when we hit the dessert portion that I finally hit my limit. “So, like, Jenny, you have to tell us,” Amy said, the wine from dinner causing her to slur her words slightly, “Who did you decide for our groomsmen? Please tell me they’re hot.” “Well, since Ryan and Riley are the only ones left, Amy, you are going to sit with Ryan, and Amanda, you’re with Riley,” Jen said, the glass of wine in her hand sloshing as she talked, “That way I have my two besties right next to me at the reception.” Amy seemed pleased with the answer, quickly pulling in Ryan for an overly excited hug as Amanda gave Jen a confused look. ‘What?” Jen said, noticing the look on her face, “Oh… yeah, sorry babe, it was the only way I could have you up at the table with me.” “Really… Riley?!” Amanda asked, not hiding the disgust in her voice, “I thought we were friends. You can’t find me someone better?” I sat there in silence, stunned at the clear insult thrown at me, as if I wasn’t even there. My parents were in the kitchen. Ryan and Marcus shared a concerned glance at each other, both seeing the blank look on my face. “Oh, don’t be that way. He’s not too horrible,” Jen said, glossing over the insult and refusing to look at me, “I mean, he won’t be that bad once he gets a haircut and I’m sure we can… it’s just for the reception…” “Seriously, what did I do to you,” Amanda pressed on, also ignoring my presence, “Is because of that guy senior year? I already told you it was just one drunken night…” “No…. babe… it’s ok, I don’t care about that. Mom just made me put him with you. I’ll figure something else out to do with RIley,” Jen said, trying to comfort her friend, ignoring the other three people in the room who were now looking at me with concern. “Um… Jen… that’s kinda of harsh, don’t you think…” Amy said, looking at me with actual concern. “Wow. Big sister of the year, folks,” I said, feeling the heat creeping up my neck, quickly getting up and pushing my seat away. “Oh god, Riley, don’t be that way,” Jen said, finally noticing my existence, a look of annoyance on her face, “As always he just HAS to be the center of attention. She just wants someone hot to hookup with at the wed-” I quickly cut her off. “Oh, so I’m that repulsive?” I said, my voice raising louder than I expected, anger flowing through me. “Well, you would look better if you just actually cut your hair and…” Jen said, digging the knife in deeper as she spoke, “It’s just…” “First off, I am NOT cutting my hair just to fit your picture perfect wedding. And… Just what else Jen, because we both know it's not just my hair. Go ahead, say what you're thinking,” I said, glaring at her, feeling my hands shaking. “Babe, I think maybe you should just stop right now,” Marcus said, trying to play mediator, “What your friend said was pretty shit-” “No Marcus,” Jen said, pausing to gulp down the rest of the glass of wine, “Maybe it’s better if I just get it out there.” “Jen, I think you need to shut it… NOW,” Ryan said, glaring at her pointedly, “Marcus, I need you to get her out of here.” Jen roughly shook his arm off, drunkenly swaying as she did so. “No, Marcus, you will not get 'her' out of here,” Jen said, annoyance dripping in her voice before pointing at me, “You want to know why none of my bridesmaids want to sit with you? Huh?” I just stared at her, waiting for whatever comment she was about to say. “Seriously Jen, just shut the fuck up… don’t fucking say it…” Ryan said, now standing up. “Oh, what, now you're going to defend the little faggot?” she said, pointing to me as she spoke, “That’s right, Riley, we all know what you’ve been up to at college. No girl wants to get with a dirty fag.” I stood there, silent as I processed what she said. I felt as though she had just sucker punched me. “My sorority sister’s brother was one of your little hookup this year, and was whining about how boring of a fuck you are. Everywhere I go, I’m stuck hearing about you. And you can’t even be a decent homo, can you?” I looked over at the doorway, seeing both my mother and father staring at the scene, both looking rather shocked. “Riley, come on, just um, let’s go in the other room and talk,” Ryan said, apparently now standing and trying to guide me away from the table, “She…. she doesn't mean it, she’s just drunk and..” “No, Ryan, I am not drunk. Everyone knows he’s scrawny, and boring, and now… a fag,” Jen said, slurring slightly and wobbling as she spoke, “Always ruining everything with everyone. Too boring to be a decent fuck so he just has to be the center of attention any other way he can.” “And there it is, there's the Jen I was waiting for. We both know she means EXACTLY what she says. Well, sis, I could give two shits about what they think, but at least now I know what you truly think of me,” I said with a strangled laugh, gripping the table, “Don’t worry about having this ‘dirty fag’ at your wedding. I’m not going. Happy now?” “Jen, you need to apologize,” Marcus said darkly, his arms crossed as he started at her with disdain, “Right fucking now.” “Don’t bother,” I said, feeling a few tears leaking from my face as I talked, “We both know she wouldn’t mean it. I pity you, really, getting married to her. I wouldn’t wish her on even my enemy. She’s that fucking evil and self-centered.” “Riley, that’s an awful thing to sa-” my mother started to say, before I quickly cut her off. “No, Mom, it's the truth,” I said, “And the fact that you're defending her is… you know what, why bother. She’s the princess of the family. I should know better than to think I matter in this family. Everyone would probably be a lot happier without me here.” “Riley, son, just sit down and let’s talk about this,” my dad said, pulling his glasses off and cleaning them, something I’d learned years ago to be a sign he was about to grill one of us. “Nope. I’m good. It’s been a pleasure,” I said, my voice starting to crack, “I’m heading out.” “Riley, don’t,” Ryan said, trying to grip my shoulder to stop me. I quickly pulled away, plastering a fake smile on my face. “Sorry the fag ruined dinner, everyone,” I said, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as I backed away from the table. “Finally!” Jen said, with a hateful laugh, “Now we can actually enjoy our meal. Who wants pie?” With that, I stormed out of the room and upstairs, locking my door behind me. Dejected, I flopped down onto the bed face first, tears streaming down my face as I let the feeling of depression and self loathing take over.

Same. This story was a masterpiece. I busted my nut numerous time. I imagined myself as either character … or even as a nasty interloper to their scenes. But I only skimmed the last few chapters. Too much for me. I didn’t even get hard. We all have our kings and fetishes. I’m sure many people got off on those last few chapters. But it wasn’t for me. Distractors always are welcome so long as they are respectful. I hope I was.

@chainsmokerpig No problem. Glad you enjoyed it! @nymidtowneast Hope the next chapter is just as enjoyable! @SirGalatsi Thanks! @kitpig No comment. Not giving any spoilers! @Medwaym I appreciate to kind words. Glad you're enjoying it! Next chapter has been sitting on my desk for a few days now, and trying to get the next several written out so I can keep posting regularly. Also have an idea bouncing around on top of what I'm working on in secret, so stay turned! ------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 10- Secrets for Profiting in Bull and Bear Markets Part of me felt a tinge of nervousness as the thought of someone seeing us went through my mind. It was then I remembered Greg telling me that nobody would see us through the dark tint of the car windows. Feeling a bit more reassured, I got to work. Slowly, I stroked Greg’s massive cock as he drove, the soft sounds of pop and club music playing on the radio as we rode in silence. After a bit, I slowly worked my way down to Greg’s balls, squeezing and gently fondling them, enjoying the feeling of the heavy orbs moving around in the loose sack of skin. After a few minutes, I got a sinister idea and slowly worked the upper part of my seatbelt off, before bending over and taking Greg’s cock into my mouth. “Fuck yeah boy,” Greg groaned around the still unlit cigar in his mouth, as he slowly moved his right hand on top of my head, running his fingers slowly through my hair. I slowly worked the large cock down my throat, surprised at the near ease I was taking it. Part of me realized that I’d been sucking cocks now for over a week now, and that I had gone from barely able to fit half the cock to feeling it hit the back of my throat with nearly no gagging. “That’s it, baby, worship the cock that’s going to change you,” Greg whispered as he continued to slowly stroke the top of my head, “I’m not ready to cum just yet, but you’re doing a good job keeping daddy hard. Just a little longer and we’ll be at our next stop.” I gave a slight nod, as I slowly began to work the tip of my tongue around the head, swirling it around several times, making Greg moan more. After several minutes, Greg pulled my head off, as the vehicle softly stopped. Sitting at the stop light, Greg took the cigar out of his mouth and pulled back slightly on my hair, his right hand still buried in my hair. Taking it as a sign to open my mouth, having had both the men do it to me, I complied. Greg spit a large glob of spit into my mouth, smiling as I instinctively swallowed. “Goooood boy, swallow all of daddy’s spit,” Greg said, smiling, as he turned his attention back to the road, the light now turning green, “You love pleasing daddy, don’t you boy?” “Yes sir,” I said softly, “I love making you happy.” Nodding, Greg released my hair, letting me slump back slightly in the leather seat. “You’re getting really good at making Daddy’s cock happy with that dirty fucking mouth,” Greg said, sticking the cigar back in his mouth as he turned his attention back to the road, “We’re only a block away, so I guess you earned another treat from Daddy.” I looked around, noticing we were in a part of town I couldn’t really say I had been to before. Around us were a ton of shorter brick buildings, denoting a much older and established part of town. Most of the shop seemed well kept, advertising their various wares; one window displaying a bunch of reclaimed clothing, another some sidewalk cafe. Crossing a major thoroughfare, the buildings gave way to bars and other various shops. Greg silently turned down an alleyway, before parking the SUV behind one of the brick buildings. “We’re here,” Greg said, unceremoniously as he opened the door and stepped out. I followed suit, getting hit with a wave of hot, humid air as the buzz of countless air conditioners whirred away. Waving me over, we walked up to one of the buildings, as Greg pressed the buzzer beside the door. We waited a short time before the door opened and a tall, lanky man greeted us. The man’s hair was buzzed to almost bald, his body covered in tattoos and multiple piercings. “‘Bout time you got here,” the man said, motioning for us to enter. Greg led the way and I silently followed, happy to be out of the stifling heat and in the slightly cool air of the dark hallway. The air still had a slightly muggy quality to it, likely due to the age of the building I guessed as I looked around, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. It also carried a faint smell of smoke and antiseptic, barely registrable to my nose. Exposed brick lined the exterior walls, with simple dark grey walls and two separate cheap looking plain wood doors. The muted sound of what sounded like rock or metal come from behind the farther door, and the walls had several portraits of artwork. As Greg gave the man a brief half hug, I looked at some of the artwork. A huge, extremely colorful butterfly filled the canvas of one, a snake on another. Various roses and portraits of people. Finally my eyes landed on one in particular, a rather demonic looking skull, smoke drifting out of its mouth with glowing red eyes. The sound of buzzing came from beyond the door, and I instantly I knew we were now standing in the back of a tattoo parlor. “Yeah, he almost made cream on the way here,” Greg chuckled, his hand protectively wrapping around my shoulders as his hand draped over one. “Hmm… so this is the new project Ben was going on about earlier,” the man said, eyeing me up and critically, “Not exactly stunning, and definitely not what I would have expected. Especially from you two. What happened to that one guy a while back? He was quite the looker.” I felt somewhat self conscious, my mind going back immediately to my conversation in the car with Greg. Looking down, I felt small as I stood there silently now looking at the floor, quickly beginning to feel deflated. An icy pit in my stomach began to form, as the man had clearly just said what I had been think just a short while earlier. “When have you ever known Ben of all people to exaggerate,” Greg replied, slowly moving his hand to the back of my neck, rubbing his thumb along a certain spot, making me shudder at how good it felt, “Riley here is going to surprise you, man. Sexy little fucker and we couldn’t be prouder at how fast he’s coming along. Just trust me, Garrison, this pig will be milking a load out of both of you in no time.” Something in me warmed slightly, hearing Greg defend me. I unconsciously leaned into the sensation of Greg rubbing the nape of my neck. Garrison looked at me flatly, still eyeing me up and down. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he said flatly, before waving me towards door, “C’mon, Jay is already setting up the tray and is wanting to see what the hype is about. I’ll take you over and we can go over some of the designs.” Greg continued to rub my neck in the same spot, making me melt on the spot as he slowly worked it. Bending over slightly, he began to whisper in my ear. “Don't pay him any mind. Did you like Daddy touching you on your neck?” Greg whispered, kissing the spot before he continued to speak, my legs buckling just slightly as he did, “Looks like I found a spot to make your boy hole melt. I’ll have to let Daddy Mike know too. Make your brain melt and get you all worked up.” I shuddered and wordlessly nodded, fighting the urge to moan. I didn’t want to embarrass Greg by losing my mind over such an inconsequential spot on my neck being touched. “Honestly, though, don’t worry about Gary,” Greg said, continuing work the spot, “He’s a prickly bastard on a good day. Great fuck though. You have no idea how hot you are, boy. Just be the sexy fucking pig you are and he’ll warm up.” Greg then gently pushed me forward, his hand slowly tracing down my back before patting my ass as we followed behind Garrison, entering a long room lined with padded leather chairs all in several different shapes along one wall. Finally we stopped at the end and Greg gestured for me to sit down. Sitting at the station was a skinny guy with tons of piercings and a bright neon green mohawk. He jumped up and gave Greg a huge hug, smiling as he looked over at me. “Ah, is this the notorious Riley I heard all about,” the mohawk guy said, turning and taking a hard look at me, “Not your usual affair, but… I like it. Nice clean canvas, I hope?” “Riley, this is Jason. Jason… Riley,” Greg said, pointing between the two of us with a smile. Suddenly, Jason reached down and gave my groin a squeeze. I was shocked at first at the sudden intrusion, only calming slightly as Greg let out a slight chuckle. “Fuck, got the pig in a nice tight cage already,” Jason said appreciatively, hefting the heavy metal cage as if weighing it before moving down the my balls, the skin loose from the heat outside earlier. “Yeah, pig here was naughty the other night and needed punished,” Greg said, procuring the lighter in his pock and pulling the cigar out of his mouth. Slowly, he lit the cigar and puffed it to life. I stared almost hungrily at it, feeling a craving for one myself, “Was at the park and playing without knowing the rules.” “Wait… this is the…. No….” Jason said, releasing my balls before working around to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze before feeling the base of the plug in my ass. Giving a nod and a smile, he gave my ass a slight smack, “He’s that guy from the park? Brad says he fucking cums buckets.” I blushed, suddenly realizing they knew about the smokey blowjob I had given and received in the park before. “I heard he’s a fucking sexy little shit when he’s smoking,” Jason continued, reaching over to the table behind him, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and expertly pulling one out and lighting it up, inhaling hard before exhaling towards me, “Mind if he puts on a show for me while we get to work?” Greg nodded at me, as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his key to the SUV, handing it to me. “Go get one of the gifts your Uncle Ben gave you,” Greg said, smiling around the cigar, “Take your time and pick out a good choice to show Jason. I want you inhaling it if you can.” Slowly, I nodded, taking the key and walked back to the back hallway and out the door. Making my way to the trunk area, I opened it and began to look through the large brown bag. A large, glass topped chest was sitting in it, filled with various shapes and sizes of cigars, as well as a few smaller leather pouches and a metal tool and cigar cutter. Beside it, several pipes sat in the bottom of various sizes and shapes as well as few different lighters. It all felt overwhelming in a way, and with as expensive as they looked, I figured there had to be well over a thousand dollars worth of things in the bag. Again, I felt self conscious, feeling as though this wads entirely too much I frowned and looked down at all the things. Suddenly, I jumped as I head Garrison speak, having missed him stepping out the door, smoking and looking at his phone. “Go with the larger sized one. The darker, the better…” he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he spoke, “If you have a really big one with a green stripe, it’ll drive Jason wild.” “Oh… uh…. Thanks…” I said, softly, not wanting to make eye contact, my thoughts going immediately back to his previous comments. “So… sorry about earlier,” Garrison said, taking a deep drag as he spoke, “Had a really shitty customer throwing a fit right before you came in. Took it out on you, and you didn’t deserve it.” “Its ok…” I said quietly, still not wanting to make eye contact, “I’m fine.” “Eh, not really,” he replied, taking another drag as he continued speaking, “I was an ass. Greg told me that you feel pretty insecure about your looks. Just know, Greg and Mike are very particular and don’t just chase random ass. If they chose you, that means you have nothing to worry about in the looks department.” “I…. Um.. Thanks…” I said, finally looking up a little and meeting his gaze, “I… I don’t know if I see what they do, but thanks for letting me know. And sorry you had a shitty customer.” Finishing the cigarette, Garrison tossed it down the alley before giving me a slight nod. “See you in there,” he said flatly, before walking away, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. Quickly, I got the cigar he described cut and pocketed the lighter, putting the cigar in my mouth as I had seen Greg do earlier. Walking back in, I shut the door behind me, forcing myself to walk confidently back in as I walked over to the station and sat down. “Fuckin’ hell man, now that’s a cigar,” Jason said, smiling at me, “Go ahead and pull that shirt off so we can get started.” I quietly complied, pulling the tight black shirt off and setting it neatly across my legs, leaning back, unsure what would happen next. I looked over at Greg, who only smiled. “Jason here is going to pierce those sexy nipples of yours,” Greg said, puffing happily on his cigar, “And since you were a good boy and made me happy on the way here, you can get one more piercing today of your choice.” I sat for a second, thinking about his words, unsure what to do or say. Finally, I looked at Greg. “What do you think I should get, sir?” I asked, hoping that asking him would get a happy response, “What would make you and Daddy Mike happy?” “Fucking sexy little slave there, Greg,” Jason said, laughing at my response, “Can’t believe he’s so polite and obedient!” “Hmmm…” Greg said, smiling widely, clearly satisfied with my answer, “Hot little pig like you? What do you think, Jason… would the pig look hot with a septum piercing?” “Fuck yeah, definitely would show the world what a fucking piggy he is,” Jason said, grinning as well, “Could start small so he can hide it after you send his cum flooded ass back home to mommy.” “Sold,” he said, before pointing at me, “Now go ahead and show Jason how much you love smoking for your daddies.” I nodded again, happily taking the cigar and toasting it like they did, before putting it in my mouth and beginning to puff greedily on it. Thinking back to Garrison’s words, I took a deep inhale and held it in for a moment, fighting the urge to cough from the shocking amount of smoke. Finally I lazily let the smoke drift out of my mouth, letting the smoke out through my nose. “Fuckin’ holy shit man,” Jason said, his hand rubbing his cock through his jeans as he watched me smoke, “Didn’t you say this pig just started this month? He’s fucking flooding those lungs like a pro!” “I told you, boy aims to please,” Greg said, smiling happily at me. “No joke,” Jason said, appreciatively as he lit up another cigarette, “You ready to look the part, bud?” I nodded, watching as he slowly loaded up a piercing into the gun looking contraption. I puffed somewhat nervously as he began to pinch the nipple, wiping it down with an ample amount of antiseptic before letting it evaporate in the cool air, getting it hard. It was still slightly sensitive from the earlier working over from Ben and quickly perked up. “Ready,” he said, looking up at me for a moment, the clamp firmly pinching my nipple, “Breath in, and slowly let it out…” I took a deep draw off the cigar, slowly blowing it out as I felt the needle pierce my skin, the brief sharp pain making the muscles on my pec jump slightly as it was quickly replaced with a slightly warm and throbbing sensation, eventually giving way to a slight stinging sensation. “Good job, stay still just like that while I get the next one ready,” Jason said, giving my shoulder a slight pat. He repeated the same movements as before, this time going easier as I know knew what to expect. Pulling out his phone, Greg took a picture, the sound of a whoosh accompanying shortly after. “Got to show Daddy Mike,” Greg explained, before walking over to the tray and picking out another piercing with Jason to my side. “Fuck man, that is going to look hot on him,” Jason said, looking at what Greg had chosen, “Might hurt a tiny bit more with that gauge, but I think he’ll do fine.” Turning around, he loaded up the next piercing and tipping my head back, his gloved hand firmly holding my jaw. “This one might sting a bit more, but you’re going to fuckin’ love it, big boy,” Jason said, smiling as the device quickly began to pinch the skin between my nostrils. I felt the pain more, causing my eyes to tear up slightly as Jason released my head. I went to reach up and touch it when he smacked my hand away. “Unh-uh… don’t touch it until it heals,” he said, before looking over at Greg, “Want to get a picture before I move it up and out of the way?” Greg nodded, taking another picture before sending it off and putting his phone back in his pocket. Holing a mirror in front of me, Jason showed me his work. I had to admit, there was something more punk-ish and hot about the piercing. Greg looked down around me, smiling happily. “Looks good on you boy,” Greg said, “Going to look even hotter when we can replace that temp with a bigger one. You should show Jason here how much you appreciate his work.” Almost as if Greg had commanded him instead of me, Jason puled the cigar out of my mouth and set in an ashtray beside him, before taking a deep drag on the cigarette and locking lips with me, feeding me his smoke as we made out. Slowly I let the smoke drift out of my nose as the slightly older man began to rub his tongue along mine. I could feel a metal arm in the center, and he broke away, taking another deep drag before returning for more. I felt Greg begin to pet my hair, growling in appreciating as I began to get worked up. Suddenly, I could hear a buzzing noise as Greg pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Shit, got to take this,” Greg said, as we both broke away and looked over at him, “Work call. Keep me proud of you, boy.” With that, he walked quickly out the back, and I could hear the sound of the back door closing, reverberating out of the dim hallway. “Fuck you look so fucking hot,” Jason said, running his hand down my somewhat muscular and hairless torso, “I can’t fucking wait to sample that hole of yours and see what’s got everyone worked up.” Slowly, I laid back and watched as Jason stripped out of his black cargo shorts, revealing a dirty grey jock and what looked to be a decent sized cock. Quickly, he reached down and pulled my pants down and off, and looked evilly at my naked body while chuckling darkly as he ran his hands on the cock cage. “Fucking locked up like a good little pussy boy,” he said, drawing hard on the cigarette, blowing it down and over my body. Pushing my legs up, he looked down at my currently plugged hole, giving it a slight tug as he used one hand to hold my legs up. Roughly, he pulled the plug out, my hole suddenly gaping at the sudden loss as I felt a line of cum slowly drool out. “Mmmm… Ben fucking wrecked your hole and bred it good,” he said, flopping the cum glazed plug flippantly on my chest, “Nothing tastier than a freshly loaded hole.” Suddenly, he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, before diving face first into my ass, licking and sucking on my asshole, causing me to moan at the sensation. I groaned as he went to work, fully servicing my hole, sucking the several loads out before coming back up, using his still rubber gloved hand to open my mouth. I complied and he slowly drooled the cum out of his mouth and into mine. This happened several times, each time less cum was deposited back into my mouth. Letting out an evil chuckle, he slowly began to work a few gloved fingers into my loose hole, finding the spot inside my ass and causing my breath to hitch. “Yeah, there’s the slut button,” he said, pulling his fingers out and smearing them on my chest, before pulling his shirt off, revealing dozens of tattoos. One in particular caught my eye, of a pitch black scorpion with red streaks on its body. I recognized for what it was, as he saw me staring at it. “Yeah, I’m toxic too,” he said, tossing the shirt to the ground before plunging the gloved fingers inside me, and rubbing harder on my prostate, “We got lots of time to breed you full of my swimmers. He won’t be back for a while.” I sobbed slightly, squirming at the rough handling as my cock began to leak again in the cage. “Yeah, this hole is in fucking heat. I think its time I give you another load deep in those guts,” he said, rubbing his large cock on my hole, the metal piercing in the tip sliding easily on my slick hole, “Plenty of room in here now to add mine to the mix.” As willing as I was to just let him have at it, I thought back to what Greg had told me earlier. “I…. Need you to… stop...” I gasped out, “Please… I need. I need a-a condom…” “Fuck, boy, what a mood killer,” he said, continuing to slowly run the tip of his cock around my hole in slow circles, “You already took plenty of tainted sperm in you already. What’s one more load?” I slowly shook my head no. “I… I promised,” I said, pushing my hand against his chest, holding him away, “I promised I would follow the rules.” “We’re friends, so I know he won’t mind,” Jason said, playfully shaking his dick at my hole, the metal piercing occasionally brushing against it even being held back, “I already ate their loads out of you so we’ll need to fill that back up for you to get knocked up. Besides, what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.” “No… you need to use the condom,” I insisted, slowly pulling myself up, skin sticking to the leather on the seat, “They want me to save it for something they have planned, but I’m not allowed unless they say you can.” “Seems like a waste to me… you know how good it feels getting bred with dirty loads, ” Jason frowned, rubbing a hand along my body, “ Seems unfair to me they won’t let you decide who’s load to take. And we both know it will feel a lot better bare.” “I promised,” I said, shaking my head, knowing that if I were to give in, I’d never be able to live with the lie, “It’s either that or nothing. I… I’ll suck you off if you want, so that you at least get something out of your work.” “Hmmm…. Fuuuuck… Fine…” he said, pouting, before grabbing a condom out of his pants, “Don’t think I’m going to hold back on you now.” I slumped back, actually proud of myself for keeping a clear enough head and following the rules, even if Greg and Mike weren’t there to see it. I watched as Jason, looking annoyed, slid the bright blue condom down his dick, before sliding deep in my ass. Clamping down, I tried to make myself feel tight, hoping it would make up for the condition I put on him. “Fuck yeah, that’s a hungry boy pussy there,” he growled, before pushing forward and pulling the metal table closer, “Since I can’t fuck it bare, we’re at least going to make it interesting for me.” Grabbing my cigar, he stuck it in his mouth and lit it back up, puffing hard as he slammed as hard as he could into my ass, brutally boring into my ass. Keeping his thrusting steady, he let my legs fall to his shoulders ad he reached over and pulled out a cigarette from his pack, bluntly sticking it in my mouth. “I want to see you smoking some Reds, fucker,” he said, stopping suddenly as he grabbed the lighter and flicking it to life, holding the flame to the tip. Following what I had seen earlier, I took a deep draw on it before sucking in the smoke. The taste was definitely different than the cigars and even the pipes, and I let out a hard nose jet, getting a smile and nod from Jason. “Yeah slut,” he said, grabbing my ass hard as he fucked it, “Suck that cancer stick down. Destroy those lungs for me.” Hoping to please, I continued to smoke hard, making quick work of the cigarette before another was put in, as Jason continued his eager assault on my hole. “Fuck, I’m gonna shoot in your worthless ass,” he said, “Fucking take my cock snot fucker!” He slammed just a few more times before pulling me tightly against him. I could numbly feel as his cock flooded the condom, jumping and jolting as he glared at me. “Yeah boy, feel all that man spunk? Could have fucking flooded those guts right if you’d have let me… fucking cock tease only taking certain dirty loads,” he said, squeezing my ass in a death grip and he continued to slam hard inside me, “Gonna fucking breed this hole and add my strain eventually. You want that, don’t you fucker? To become a diseased whore?” I nodded, feeling spent and exhausted as Jason finally pulled out, gently pulling the condom off his sensitive cock before tying it off and dumping it on my chest. “Yeah, take that doggy bag home for you and your daddies to play with,” he said, breathless as he got up and pulled his pants on, puffing away at the well smoked cigar., "Better fucking fish that Red I gave you." After a few more minutes, laying there on the bed and watching as Jason leaned back in his office chair enjoying the cigar, Greg returned with a questioning look on his face. Getting up, Jason walked over and reached into his pants, pulling out several dollar bills. “You fucking cheated,” Jason said, still breathless as he patted Greg on the shoulder before handing over the money. “How so?” Greg asked, grinning at him before looking back at me, “I’m taking it from the bulging condom on the boy’s chest, he followed the rules and made you wrap it up?” I felt shock and then relief, knowing that this had been a test, and I seemed to have passed it overwhelmingly. Greg picked up the used condom from my chest, giving a smile as he turned it around, inspecting it. “Tried every fucking trick I knew, man,” he said, smiling at me still exhausted, “Not fucking fair coming in here with a professionally trained pig like that. Even smoked down a few Reds like a champ.” Greg gave me a smile before looked at Jason with a more confused smile. “I mean, I’ll take the compliment, but he’s not even remotely trained,” Greg said, rubbing his hand through my hair, “Only been teaching him for a week and a half or so, honest.” “Fucking liar…” Jason said, grinning, “That heavenly fucking ass is way too talented. His hole hugs your cock like memory foam, fucking milks it even. If I hadn’t have heard it from Ben myself, I’d have never believed that he was bred with that massive cock just a while ago. Shit should be fucking wrecked.” “Honest to god,” Greg said, raising his hands in defense, “I told you he is eager to please. Between that, his dirty little pig mouth, and that cute innocent look, can’t you see why Mike and I took such a liking to him?” “Please tell me he’s got a brother or something…” Jason said, shaking his head and smiling. “Nope. Back off,” Greg said, holding his finger up to stop Jason’s line of thought, “The brother is off limits… Mike hates mixing business with pleasure, you know that.” Still feeling spent, I just sat silently and watched the exchange, knowing they were talking about me and my older brother. “Fuck… had to try and ask at least,” Jason said, shaking his head, “Damn… Gary is going to LOVE this…” “What am I supposedly going to love,” Garrison said, walking in from the back doorway and sitting down at a station, laying out several things. “Gary… bro… just… oh my god…” Jason said, smiling and pointing at me, “Fucking heaven. Seriously.” “You, over here,” Gary said, snapping once and pointing to the chair, “I got appointments in a half an hour. Leave the shirt off. Let’s get this done.” I nodded silently, picking up my clothes and quickly getting my pants back on and grabbing the full condom, plug, and my shirt. I sat down silently, watching as Garrison expertly began to wipe down my skin on my smooth stomach before placing down a sheet, the design underneath hard to see. “Like the placement?” He asked Greg, looking up. “Should be good,” Greg replied, nodding, “We can always move it down the road if we don’t like it.” Pressing down, Garrison slowly taped down the sticker, the blue/green ink just barely visible, Looking down, I could see what looked like a pig snout and the words “PIG IN TRAINING” written in bold letters in circle around it. “Take this off in an hour. Not any less. Should last about 10 days, depending on activity,” he explained, short and to the point, “Don’t use any abrasives or body scrubs, or you’ll be replacing it sooner. It’ll get darker in about 24 hours. Understood?” I nodded silently. “Ok, flip over for the other one,” he said, motioning his finger in a circle, “And pull down your pants.” I followed his instructions, as I looked back, seeing him shine a light through. “Go ahead and make sure it scans,” Garrison said, waiting as Greg took out his phone and aimed it at what looked like a QR code. “Yep, like a dream,” Greg said, giving a thumbs up as Garrison then began to wipe down the skin and place the sheet down firmly in the center of my asscheek. He did the same thing again, pressing down and taping the paper down. “Alright, get out of here,” Garrison said, giving my ass a smack, “Trying to run a business here, and its time to open back up.” “Sure you don’t want to give Riley’s hole a try?” Greg said, grinning as I felt my hole pucker. Though I didn’t want to admit it, I needed a slight break after the brutal pounding from Jason. “Am I allowed to dump my load in him raw?” Garrison said flatly. “Sorry, you know the rules,” Greg said, smiling and shaking his head. “Then I’m good. Unlike my twin brother here, I know how to wait,” Garrison said, looking over at Jason, “And unlike him, I know when to turn down a bet from you. Stop fleecing my employees and get out of here.” Part of me was shocked. With as different as the two looked, I’d have never guessed they were twins. Looking closer though, I did notice a family resemblance. I mouthed a silent thank you at Garrison as I walked past, actually getting a small smirk and nod. Stepping back out into the sun, I blinked blearily, shading my face at the still intense sunlight as we made our way to the car, already on and air condition running full blast.

@negchaserlooking 🙂 @kitpig I mean, he is being paid to do a job. Just not maybe the standard form of payment is all. @nymidtowneast Thanks! Glad to hear it! @Medwaym Sorry to disappoint... but not yet... @plymsleazebear Do we? Are you sure? @billy88666 Like I said, sorry to disappoint. But we do have a few more stops... So, I'm going to try and get at least one update a week as my schedule at work allows, but I do have a certain something in the works that I am not ready to talk much about. (Those who know... know) Shouldn't take away from this story, but I'll go into detail when it's closer. Anyways, enjoy, and don't forget to leave a comment or suggestion on where you want to see it going! ---------------------------- Lesson 9- Power Lunch I sat back and relaxed in the leather seats, watching in silence as the radio softly played, not paying much mind to what was on. Occasionally, Greg would put his hand on my thigh and rub it, turning his head slightly towards me, his eyes hidden behind the dark aviator style sunglasses on his face. As the suburbs slowly gave way to the taller buildings of downtown. My ass throbbed, and I began to feel a slight dampness in my ass, as the loads in my ass slowly leaked out, despite my desperate attempts to hold them in. I began to shift slightly in my seat, not sure of why to do to protect leather below me. Suddenly, Greg slowed the SUV down, turning on his turn signal before pulling into an abandoned alley way. In silence, he put the car in park, sending something on his phone before grabbing my shirt and pulling him into a deep kiss. We sat in the muted silence of the car, our tongues slowly rubbing against each other as Greg slowly reached under my shirt, giving my well abused nipples and few painful pinches before slowing working his hand around to my back, and let his hand slip under the band of my sweatpants. His finger tips brushed up against my hole, feeling slick as a small glob of cum leaked out. Chuckling, he broke away, inspecting his finger before dipping it in his mouth, sucking it clean. “Looks like your Uncle Ben did quite the number to that pig hole, boy,” he said, smiling, “Did you enjoy getting a nice dirty load from his fat bear cock today?” I nodded, breathless from the kiss. “Yeah, bet that hole is fucking winking at me right now, all nice and stretched out now. Uncle Ben has the family strain, so you can take as many loads as you want from him,” Greg explained, running his now spit slicked finger through my hair, “He’s lonely after his breakup, so we sent him your number so that he can text you when he needs a hot little twunk like you to unload in. Just know that the men we will allow to breed you all will have our strain, so when you do get knocked up, we will know its at least ours. And if you’re especially good for the men who breed you, you might get a few fun surprises from me and Daddy Mike. That sound good, boy?” I nodded, feeling turned on and uncomfortable at the same time, part of me loving the idea of being passed around, and the other nervous at random men being given permission to use me. Reaching into the glove box, Greg pulled out a rather decent looking butt plug, slightly different from one they’d given me before. “Don’t want Uncle Ben’s hard work leaking out all over these seats, do we?” Greg asked, before spitting on the tip of it, “Let’s get those sweatpants down and help your battered hole keep that tainted load in. Besides, we don’t want you leaving a snail trail where we’re going next.” I looked around for a second, and not seeing anyone around, I slowly arched my back and lifted my hips forward, pulling the sweat pants off. Greg motioned for me to turn around and show him my ass, to which I silently complied. Slowly, Greg shoved the plug into my ass, taking his time and making me feel it as the plug slowly stretched my ass open. “Fuck yeah, your puffy little hole is drooling at me right now,” Greg said, snapping a quick photo of it with his phone as he talked, “Looks so nice and happy to have another load of bugs in it. I bet it wants stuffed again.” Finally, the plug slid home, and I felt it pressing slightly into my prostate, making me groan. Giving a playful pat on the base, began to push my ass back towards the seat. Slowly, I sat back down, before pulling my pants back up, noticing a slight damp spot at the crack. “Perfect fit in that sexy hole, boy” Greg said, smiling as he sat back in the seat and put the car back in gear, waiting as I slowly buckled my belt, each movement causing my prostate to be jabbed. ——— Not long after, we continued the drive before coming up to a tall glass building, pulling into the underground parking below it before getting out, and walked towards the elevator. With a soft ding, the elevator doors opened and we rode it in silence, as Greg texted someone. Finally, we came out into the lobby, and began walking to a small cafe. We waited a few minutes before being seated, with Greg taking the seat at the 4 top facing the door and motioning for me to take the seat opposite. We made small talk, looking over the menu when I saw Greg waving at me. Slowly, I turned around and looked to see who he was waving to, noticing Mike talking to someone before giving us a small wave. I smiled, and turned back around when Mike began to walk over, someone in tow behind him. Suddenly, Mike took a seat, giving Greg a small peck on the cheek as he motioned for the other person to sit. “Go ahead and take a seat while you wait,” Mike said, smiling, sitting casually in his light blue button-down shirt and slacks, a smart blue tie pulling the entire look together, “You can sit here while you wait for the offices’ orders. I’m sure all the staff will appreciate you doing this for them.” “I really appreciate you buying us lunch, sir,” an extremely familiar voice said, as they sat down. “No problem, son,” Mike said, smiling up at the person as he sat down, “This place is pretty busy, so I already texted the firm and told them we're take an hour and a half lunch today. So, feel free to take a load off while you wait.” I jumped slightly as I looked over, seeing none other than my older brother Ryan sitting down in the chair. Panic began to set in as my mind began to race, trying to figure out what to do. I drew nothing but a blank as to why I would be here, and felt my heart begin to race. “Riley?!” Ryan said suddenly, seeing me as he sat down next to me. “Oh wow, you two look almost like twins!” Greg exclaimed, smiling as he pointed first at me and then Ryan, “I’m guessing you two know each other?” “Hey Ryan…” I said silently, trailing off, wishing I could sink into the chair and die. I shot a nervous look at the Greg and Mike, suddenly convinced that this was now part of an elaborate prank to out me to my family. My mind immediately imagined my entire family walking into the crowded cafe, the two men suddenly filling them in on everything that had transpired, complete with photos and video, somehow playing on the flat screen in the cafe, currently displaying a midday news report. “Uh… yeah… this is my younger brother Riley. He’s back from his first year in college…” Ryan began to explain, before turning to me, confused, “Riley… what are you doing here?” “Oh, he’s a neighbor of ours and I invited him to lunch to discuss taking over the lawn care at our new house,” Greg explained smoothly, “We’re just so busy with my work and Mike is busy here running his firm, we just don’t have any time to work on our back yard. Your brother comes…” Cutting himself off, Greg reached for the glass of ice water, taking small gulp from the perspiring cup, before setting the glass back down. “Highly recommended from all the neighbors,” Greg said, clearing his throat slightly, “Even your parents recommended him. Asked us to keep him busy while you both are here for the summer.” “He just mows lawns over the summer for a little cash,” Ryan said, a slightly confused expression on his face as he turned his head, looking over at me. “Son,” Mike said, smiling, “Don’t underestimate your brother. One of my friend’s personally said he was extremely happy with all the hard work you brother did. Did an amazing job with seeding their yard today.” I blushed, suddenly realizing the hidden innuendo laced in Mike’s comment. “Oh, um… sorry sir…” Ryan replied, now feeling somewhat reprimanded, “Sorry Rylie, didn’t know.” “No problem, son,” Mike said, smiling before taking a sip of water as well, “I’m gonna hit the head for a second.” With that, Mike slowly got up and made his way through the quickly filling cafe. Smiling, Greg gave me a slight nod, motioning at me to follow as my brother looked down, likely replying to a text. Quickly I stood up, causing Ryan to look up for a moment. “I need to use it too, be right back,” I replied softly, before stepping back from the table and following after Mike. Silently, I followed stiffly behind Mike, feeling as the plug began moving around inside me as we walked and we made it to a short hallway. Holding the doorway open, Mike took a look around at the empty room, before leaning over and whispering in my ear. “Let’s go over to the big stall, sexy boy,” Mike said, before letting the door shut softly with a slight thump. I walked over to the large handicap stall, turning around as Mike followed behind me shutting and locking the stall. I went to open up my mouth to ask what was going on and for him to explain why he was bringing my brother to lunch, the accusation of Mike and Greg wanting to out me on the tip of my tongue when Mike grabbed the back of my head and we locked lips, before suddenly making out. Dazed, I was silent as he pulled back, giving an appreciative growl as he felt my ass crack, pushing the base slightly deeper in my hole. “Been dying to kiss your dirty fucking mouth, boy,” Mike whispered, “Nice and smoky still too.” I could only sigh, still in a slight daze as he reached down and began to fondle and roll around my balls. “Daddy Greg sent me the video of you pleasing your Uncle Ben,” Mike continued, squeezing my balls tightly enough to let out a small whimper, “You were so fucking hot begging for that diseased load, letting him defile you as you admitted to him what you are to him. Saying your nothing but a fuck repository for our superior toxic loads. You like hearing that boy?” Mike pulled out his phone and unlocked it, opening some app and pressing a button. Suddenly, I felt as the plug in my ass began vibrating hard and wiggling around as if alive in my ass. I felt my legs threaten to give out, grabbing on to Mike for support. “Yeah, fucking feel that plug work those toxic bug loads deep into your guts,” Mike growled softly, “Greg and I saw that the other day and thought of you… a nice little plug to help out our sexy little jock boy. Daddy Greg said you earned a surprise for being a good little slut this morning, and after seeing the video, I agree. You like it?” I could only nod breathlessly as Mike slowly sat me down on the toilet, and began to unzip his pants. “We’re short on time boy, and I want that plug to do its work,” Mike said, giving his hard cock a few tugs before tapping the tip on my quivering lips, “Suck a load out for me boy and show me how much you appreciate your new toy.” I quickly got to work, sucking his cock like my life depended on it as the plug vibrated and wormed itself around inside my ass. Occasionally Mike would groan grabbing onto my hair and giving a sharp hip thrust, driving his cock deep into my throat, eliciting a gag from me. “Fuck yeah slut, take daddy’s diseased cock down that tight pink throat,” he groaned, barely loud enough for me to hear, “You look so fucking hot with your soft pink lips wrapped around my poz cock. Gonna love breaking you in and turning you into my perfect jock cum dump. Whore you out to all our friends and let them see how fucking sexy and dirty you are.” I groaned at the words he said, drool dripping down my face as I willed myself to breath through my nose. “Yeah, going to be so fun taking out time and infecting you with our friends. Shape and mold you until we convert you with our seed and make you our son. Fuck, then I want to take you to the bath house and see you take every diseased load there, see you smile and bend over, holding your pig hole wide open for every man to dump in,” Mike muttered, grabbing the sides of my head and fucking my face harder, “Become nothing but a sexy pig boy, smoking a fat cigar and opening your body up to be a disease incubator for your daddies. Let your daddies cover your body with tatts and piercings to our liking… you want that? Let us use and defile you?” I nodded slightly, unable to say anything as Mike continued fucking my face with vigor, snot now dripping out of my nose, mixing with the copious amount of spit. “Fuck, I’m gonna give you my load now boy, fucking swallow every single drop of my superior man cum,” Mike breathlessly growled, his legs shaking as I felt his precum begin to lube my throat, “Eat the load that’s going to help remake you into a perfect pig.” With that, Mike breathlessly gasped, pulling back slightly and shooting rope after rope of cum across my tongue. Not wanting to disappoint, I began to suck hard on his throbbing head, running my tongue around on the head, making him gasp again. “Fuck yeah, baby boy, keep milking Daddy’s dick like that,” Mike softly gasped, his hands grabbing a handful of my hair and held it in place, “Suck out every last drop.” After a minute or so, Mike pulled out, tucking his cock back into his underwear and zipping his pants up. Gently, he brushed my hair flat, before taking a small handful of toilet paper and helping clean me up. “Such a fuckin’ messy pig,” he said, smiling appreciatively, “Wait a few minutes to leave so we don’t make your brother think something is up.” With that, he tapped the screen of his phone and the plug stopped moving and vibrating. “Shit… Almost forgot to turn that off. Don’t need you cumming at the dinner table,” he said, chuckling softly. With that, he adjusted himself slightly and left the stall, causing the door to the bathroom shut softly. I waited a few minutes, my mind slowly clearing before I finally stood up, taking a quick piss in the toilet and flushing it. Silently, I looked back as the main door opened again. Part of my mind wondered if I was now going to suck Greg off, as my hormones raged, not having been able to cum still. I opened the door and slowly walked out, only to see my brother at the urinal, relieving himself. I walked over to the sink and began washing my hands, as I saw in the reflection of the mirror him finish up, before joining me at the next sink. “You ok? You both took a while in here, and you look pretty flushed,” Ryan said, nonchalantly, working his hands into a lather. “Yeah…. Um… there was a line and I really had to go…” I muttered, unable to think of anything better to say. “So… Why didn’t you tell me,” he asked, glaring at me. Ryan’s voice had a slight angry tone to it. My mind raced, thinking he had figured out what I had just done with his boss, unsure how he figured it so fast. “Tell you…. What…” I said, dumbly, feeling my stomach drop. “What do mean, ‘what’? That you knew my boss,” Ryan said suddenly, his annoyed expression looking at me in mirror, “I mean… Fuck! Could have used the heads up you know…” “I’m sorry… I didn’t know Ryan,” I said defensively, “Seriously. I’m just as surprised as you! Why are you so mad at me?!” “Fuck man… Sorry, I…” he said, sighing, "I just really want this internship to go well. This place is like the top of the top to work at. All the guys in my program were so fucking jealous when I got it… and I just… You don’t get it. I just really want this to at least go well.” I looked at him, a bit confused, wondering what he meant. The last I heard, he was doing awesome in school, their mom and dad not being able to constantly share all his accomplishments, only stopping to sprinkle in details of Jen’s ‘amazing and perfect’ wedding any time they had their friends over. “I mean, Mr. H…. He is so nice to work for… and the whole team is like super supportive…” Ryan said, gripping the sink, “It’s literally the best place ever. No place is like that.” I could only nod silently, reaching over and handing Ryan a few paper towels before grabbing some myself and drying my hands. “Thanks bro… we both better head out there and make a good impression,” Ryan said, sighing and tossing the bunched up towels into the small trash receptacle built into the sink, “You coming?” I nodded, doing the same before walking out of the bathroom, Ryan holding the door for me as we exited. “You ok? You’re kinda limping,” Ryan said, his voice barely cutting through the now somewhat loud din of the busy cafe. “Uh… back is still just a bit tweaked,” I lied, as I stiffly walked back to the table, both Mike and Greg talking to each other, heads close together. We both sat down, as Greg and Mike began to make small talk. Occasionally, Greg would shoot a slight grin at me as Mike talked work with Ryan. Suddenly, he tapped his screen, and I felt the plug begin to vibrate. With all the willpower I could muster, I forced myself to pretend to not notice it. A few more taps and the vibrating increased, making me shoot a look at Greg, begging him wordlessly to stop with my expression. He smiled, tilting his head slightly before tapping the screen again, causing it to briefly buzz even harder. I slowly squirmed, biting my lip. The toy began to pulse, causing me to finally grab on to the edge of the table, my knuckles white as I death gripped it. Suddenly, the waiter walked over and set several very large bags of food down on the table, briefly blocking Ryan’s line of sight to me. Greg glared at me more, his finger hovering over the screen, as I silently shook my head no, mouthing my words in silence, begging him to please stop. Satisfied, he smiled, and tapped on the screen, the toy stopping its assault in my ass. I let out a breath didn’t know I was breathing. Suddenly, Ryan reached over, extending his hand at Greg. “It was really great meeting you sir,” Ryan said, as Greg reached up and shook his hand. “Likewise, Ryan. From what Mike says, you’re fast becoming a great fit at the firm,” Greg said, smiling as Ryan released his hand. “I’ll see you up stairs Ryan. I’m going to talk business with Greg and your brother here about the yard. I already got the ticket, so go enjoy your lunch with the team.” “Thanks again for lunch, Mr. Hannigan,” Ryan said, waving his hand at Mike in thanks, before gathering up the bags and rushing out the door. I suddenly realized I had never heard Mike and Greg’s last name. Something about the name felt familiar, like I had seen the name somewhere before. I sat there in silence, before Ryan broke my thoughts. “I’ll see you at home, Riley,” Ryan said, before rushing out the door. Riley watched as he raced off, arms laden with the large amount of food as he rushed out the door and across the lobby, before stopping over to the elevators. “So, Daddy Mike says you put that talented mouth to work?” Greg said, suddenly bringing my attention back to the two seated. I blushed, as I looked around the room, wondering if anyone had heard him. “Don’t worry boy, too loud here,” Mike said, reassuring me. I relaxed back in the chair as Greg waved down one of the waiters. “Go ahead and order whatever you want,” Mike said, tapping his finger down on the menu in front of me, smiling, “The company is paying for lunch today, so don’t hesitate on price. Makes for a better write off.” I nodded, and glanced through the menu, shocked at the prices. On my limited college finances, I could never dream of paying for these prices. I felt almost bad as I finally decided on my meal, settling on the cheapest thing I could find. Greg and Mike both wordlessly gave me a slight frown, and we sat back, waiting for our food as Mike recounted his day so far, Greg nodding and interjecting occasionally. We ate mostly in silence, Mike and Greg cracking a few jokes and making small talk, making me smile as I slowly ate the salad and burger in front of me, my mind boggling at how such and affair could taste so amazing, and cost so much. Finally, Mike wiped his face clean, before standing up. “Got to head back up to work, babe,” with a nod, Greg took a quick bite of his steak before wiping his mouth as well. Quickly the two shared a brief kiss. “I’ll see you at home,” Mike said, “You two have fun running errands today.” Mike then leaned over, his face next to my ear as he softly spoke. “And you be a good little slut and make daddy proud,” he said, his breath tickling the hair on my neck as he spoke, making me slightly shiver and blush, “I can’t wait to come home tonight and pull that plug out of your hole and watch that toxic cum drip out of your gaping ass. Might even be tempted to drop a fresh one in there before I send you home as well depending on how well behaved you are for Daddy Greg.” With that, Mike gave a quick kiss on the top of my head. The small act for some reason made me feel more self conscious than I had felt before. Grabbing the ticket, he walked away I watched silently as he made his way over to the counter paying the bill and walking out casually, rushing slightly to catch the elevators and stepping on, turning his attention to the man beside him as the doors closed. “Ready to head out to the next errand,” Greg asked, looking a bit concerned as he saw the frown on my face, “We’re making great time and can hang here for a bit longer if you want…” Slowly, I shook my head no, and silently followed as Greg stood up and we walked back towards the elevators. I looked out the windows of the and noticed a large for lease building on the store front across the street, the company name bold in its finally familiar typeface, proudly reading GM Hannigan. I realized the name was of I had thought was some faceless entity, its signs all over the city as one of the few large property holdings companies in the city. I remembered the news brief a few weeks back, talking about the billion dollar company doing some sort of charity work for the children’s hospital. Next, I turned my attention to the bright touch screen display next to the elevator, listing all the companies in the building. My eyes looked down, recognizing the name again. Hannigan Architectural Design: Floors 31-35. I looked briefly at Greg’s back, as we both stepped onto the elevator and rode it down in silence to the floor we had parked on. Finally getting in the car, we sat in silence. I looked over at Greg, wondering why the car hadn’t started, only to be met with him staring at me. “Everything ok,” he asked, concerned at my sudden change in mood, “You can tell me. Won’t be mad.” “I… I just…” I said, unsure how to voice how I felt, “I dunno. You both are so rich and successful…” Greg only stared at me, waiting for me to continue. “I…. Just… I’m… I don’t think… I’m not hot enough for you both, am I?” I said, finally realized that I felt insecure, knowing that the amount of money they had meant they could have literally anyone they wanted. Confused, Greg looked at me, waiting for an explanation. “I knew you both had money… I’d have to be an idiot not to realize that,” I said, letting out a shaky laugh, “But… you both could literally have a supermodel at your doorsteps in a second. Someone much more experienced at everything. You… you guys should probably do that. I won’t be mad. I wouldn’t blame either of…” “Why would we do that,” Greg asked, cutting me off. The look on his face clearly showing he still did not following my line of logic. “I’m just so new to all this, and…. I…. What if you guys get tired of me not being experienced, or get tired of me needing to go slow,” I explained, “Like I said, you could pay for someone better looking than me, who is already perfect for you guys… from… I don’t know… like from a service or something. I’m so new to all this and you guys will probably get bored of me, or tired of me not…” “Oh… I see now,” Greg said suddenly, seeing what I meant, “Oh bud… we aren’t going to trade you in. You and your innocence is actually why we like you.” It was my turn to look confused. “Part of the fun is being the one to break you in, teach you new things,” he explained, chuckling and rubbing his hand on my leg, “It so hot knowing that we were the ones to shape you, make you perfect for what we want. You are right that if we wanted to have someone experienced and already exactly what we want, we could likely find that. But its so hot knowing you want to make us happy and become everything we want. You willingly becoming ours is something special to us. Knowing that you’re willing to get infected with our virus to become our boy is so…. Fucking… HOT….” I smiled a little, feeling happy for some reason those words. “Don’t you know how boring it would be if we just hired someone already set to our whims,” he continued to explain, “ We tried that a while back. It lasted one fuck. And you… You are already a sexy piece of ass in our book, and being able to make you ours in every way… is just so fucking sexy and makes you even sexier for letting us do it. Being the ones to shape and mold you to what we want, look how we want… its a total rush for us. We don’t care if its slow teaching you, because we’ll know it was us to teach it to you. So stop worrying.” “I… I like how you guys are teaching me all this stuff about myself, and really appreciate you guys,” I said as I nodded, “I just feel like I’m being greedy I guess. I don’t want you guys to think I’m just in it for the money. You both are so nice, and I know I’m being paid so much already…” “We don’t think that, boy,” he said, running his thumb on my face, “We’re adults and would tell you if you were taking advantage of our generosity. Besides that, we like spoiling you. Is that why you got the cheapest thing on the menu back there?” Looking down, I nodded. “God, how did we happen to get such a sweet pig boy, on top of you being so fucking sexy and twisted,” Greg sighed to him self, running his hand through my hair before pulling my head forward and kissing the top, just like Mike had earlier, “Stop thinking like that, ok? Just let your daddies tell you if you are doing something wrong, and we can talk about it. Besides, if you don’t act up at least a little, how else are we going to have a reason to punish you?” I nodded again, feeling a little better and smiling a little at the idea of intentionally acting up just to be punished. Something deep in me had relaxed, having heard his words. “Let’s go do our next errand, ok,” he said, sitting back in his seat as he buckled back up, “We’re still making good time, so just sit back and put that hand to use.” I looked as he slowly unzipped his pants before grabbing my hand and placing it on his hard cock. “Keep Daddy hard while he drives, or you won’t get a treat when we get there, boy,” he growled, smiling and sticking an unlit cigar in his mouth. Pulling out his sunglasses, Greg shifted the gear in reverse, navigating out of the space expertly before putting the car in drive. “Fuck, I can’t wait ’til you see where we’re going next,” Greg said as we pulled out onto the city street, on our way to the next stop.

Chapter 6 The room is eerily quiet as I’m kneeling and pinned to the fuck bench. I try to calm my breathing, feeling anxious that I can’t move, see or say anything. I’m basically trapped in my home, by strangers and there are only a couple here I know and even them I’ve only known for 2 weeks. What the fuck am I doing. I try counting to keep track of time, but every time I start getting worked up, I take a deep breath and find myself getting a poppers rush and I lose track. I’m unable to move other than to slightly shift my weight from one knee to the other. It’s been a while now but couldn’t tell you if it’s been 30 minutes or 4 hours. Suddenly I hear the door slowly creaking open, letting in laughter and splashing evidently from pool outside. The door closes and I hear a slight noise as someone walks slowly across the room. I hand touches my ass, gently rubbing it. I hear whoever it is spit and feel the wetness running down the crack of my ass. What seems to be a finger, starts rubbing my slightly swollen ass lips and tentatively breaches the hole. Whoever it is, spits again, and I feel another finger enter my ass. He starts stroking in and out tapping gently on my prostate. Fuck that feels good, causing me to take a deep breath. I feel the poppers from the gag take hold and moan as he reinserts his fingers, slowly fucking my hole. He pulls his fingers from my ass and as I’m eagerly awaiting his next insertion, I hear cardboard tearing and crinkling like something plastic is being torn. Whoever it is leans down and whispers, in a barely audible guttural voice. The voice is barely a rasp like he is trying to sound different. The voice seems familiar I can’t place, and he’s telling me to take a hit as I’m going to need it. but when the unmistakable scent passes under my nose and I feel the small glass bottle he holds under my left nostril down, I take a deep hit. Another one he whispers. He repeats the same on my right nostril and I’m soon flying with the familiar rush. He pops a finger quickly in and out of my ass and then something hard is inserted. He’s shoving it in deep, in and out of my hole. He using it to scrape my ass lining. The assault burns and it feels like knives are cutting into me. I can tell he’s tearing up my hole. I’m trying to struggle and scream from the pain, but it was useless. Just as I think I’m going to pass out, he removes the object. He gently rubs my ass. He steps up and removes the blindfold, and I strain to see who it is but can’t turn my head that far. He thrusts what appears to be a toothbrush into my line of site. It’s bloody as hell and can see clumps of skin he’s torn with the aggressive brushing. He places the blindfold back over my eyes, kisses my neck gently then caresses my ass and then exits the room in a hurry. My cock is hard and is scraping the sides of the cage and if I’m not mistaken I’m leaking precum profusely. These guys are seriously going to knock me up tonight and while this situation is scary as hell, I’m turned on and can’t wait for what comes next. The door opens and someone enters the room, he says, fuck that’s hot. It’s Tom and I’m slightly relieved. He approaches me and tells me he’s wearing his 00 gauge PA with the four spiked protrusions on it. Tom wants to be the first to fuck me tonight and while he’s pretty sure he’s already knocked me up, he’s going to fuck me brutally to ensure he’s the one I’m pozzed by this evening if not and if it isn’t him he wants to be sure he enables someones toxic strain to succeed. I know from experience; this is going to only cause more anal fissures and pain, as my ass becomes a fertile ground for poz cum. He spits on my open ass and immediately he’s shoving his spiked dick into my ass. The spikes drag across my ass lips and catch, burning as they split my hole open. Unlike earlier fucks, Tom shows no mercy. He shoves deeply in a single massive thrust, not caring if I’m ready or not. The pain is intense as he repeatedly slams by ass. He fucks me like a stallion in heat and is soon long dicking me as I finally relax into the fuck. He comments how slick my hole is now and that his cock is covered in blood. He starts jack hammering and as he drags across my prostate he goes deep and pierces through my sigmoid into my second hole, as deep as he’s ever been. Tom’s assault continues as he pummels away. He’s got an anger in his fuck and is nailing me not caring if I enjoy it or not. He’s slamming so hard into me that I’m in pain and having a hard time breathing and almost start to fear he’s really going to hurt me with this assault. Tom’s aggressive fuck goes on for what is at least 10 minutes of constant assault. I’m doing everything I can not to panic when, he screams out as his cock spews his toxic load deep in my ass. Tom has a condition known as hyperspermia and when he cums, he spews massives amounts of cum. He begins shaking as volley after volley floods my hole. He keeps cumming long after most guys would be spent and just floods my tunnel with his seed. Finally, I feel cum dripping on my balls from my ass and only then does he pull out. He’s not about to let me lose any of his cum and immediately, his fingers dig into my ass and start scraping my sloppy anal canal. He then begins massaging the cum throughout my ass wherever his fingers can reach. He wants to make sure his DNA reaches every scratch, fissure and tear. Tom comes up to the head of the table and removes the gag from my mouth but leaves the blindfold in place. He quickly shoves his hand in my mouth and tells me to clean off his hand then the same with his cock. I taste his familiar cum and more than just a little blood. Tom then checks each of the restraints to make sure I’m secure. I start to whimper that this is way more intense than I ever expected. Tom says, shut the fuck up and you will answer yes or no sir and nothing else unless I give you permission. I tell him yes sir. Tom says, look, you want to get pozzed and I expect you to take everything dished out tonight. We got this fuck bench just for this and we are going to make sure you join the brotherhood. Tom tells me he has someone coming tonight that will check in on me periodically to make sure we don’t go too far but just know we are going to use you like the fuck hole you. You know me and the Cuban guys know how to turn any prison bitch into our plaything so you aren’t really even a challenge. Do you understand? I answer yes sir. Do you want the evening to proceed? I think, fuck this is crazy, but find myself saying yes sir. I hear the door open and Tom says wait till you meet these two guys. Tom says, Drew, why don’t you fill his mouth he’s been too mouthy. Chuck I’ve opened his ass for you and deposited a load, but your beer can cock is a lot for anyone, so take it slow. Don’t worry about him as he’s just a fuck sleeve for the evening and wants your poz strains so don’t hold back once you get going. Tom slaps my ass and tells the guys they have the next 30 minutes before he sends his Cuban buddies up With that, I hear he door open as Tom out. Shit, I’m now taking anonymous cocks as I’m soon stuffed at both ends.

+1 for sock swapping, and I'll add sneakers too, but they gotta be worn/used and not new looking. Beaters are perfect and guys usually don't mind letting them go. I have a buddy who's also into motorcycles and gear. We occasionally go for a long ride and make regular stops in secluded spots to swap an item of gear - gloves, helmet, socks, boots, leathers, jacket, and then lastly, we swap bikes so eventually it's a complete swap of everything. In the summer the gear gets very sweaty and it's deeply impregnated with pheromones. eBay, Vinted and the like can be good sources of worn used gear, but you have to be very lucky not to get something that smells of Febreeze or the generic 'charity shop' smell. It has to be fairly fresh to be good.

This point comes up so often here. Men want to party or men want to try something and they decide before it’s offered. Yes, it is good to be informed, but more than that, the best sex is about saying yes to someone you probably don’t know too well. I was in the bathhouse in Philadelphia for Cumunion and I had a young skater type come into my room. We got busy and eventually though we were very different types, he decided my energy was good and we connected well. He signaled to a friend in the hall, his type too and then left. The second guy kept trying to fuck me but wouldn’t get hard enough. When he decided he wasn’t going to cum in me he asked if he could piss in me. I said sure. Because I will enjoy what any cock has to offer. In hindsight, they were both partying pretty hard, but we enjoyed each other and what we could share.Just stay open and enjoy the sex, be positive, it’s good.

Part 22, Princess and the pigs. His bicep vice grip around my neck was making me choke a little bit at first, but as he started to pull me through this bedroom, he squeezed even more. I was able to choke and gasp the words out.....'Please dont hurt me'. He slowly started to relax his arm once he realized I wasn't resisting. Being happy to breath again, I put my hands on his forearms which were still around my neck. I commented 'what amazing ink', his skin was as pale as mine as I slowly traced my fingers across the beautiful orange, white and red coy going up his arm. 'Do you remember me?' he asked? I was confused and said, 'I don't remember, I am sorry. Should I? I love your art, I would think I would have remembered.' 'Well, I had a long white sleeve shirt on. I was one of the servers last night.' 'Servers?' 'Yes, at Mr. Ali's house. ..... Last night....., I was the one who got you the celebration drink, and later handed you the pie and the brown bottles to take down to our visitors in the woodshed?'. 'Oh wow, sweet, I guess.... last night was kind of a blur to me,' I said. 'Oh man, as soon as I saw you, I wanted you. But I knew I was just there to work, but man, you had all the pigs oinking. Too bad your daddy ended your fuckfest so early, you disappointed a lot guys.' He kind of brought me slowly over to the bed, realizing I wasn't fighting back against him. My hands stayed on his ink. He started to pull his t-shirt off over his head. His whole body was covered with tats. It was like a canvas telling a story. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a brown bottle. When seeing it, my eyes got wide. My eyes followed the bottle like in a trance. He was moving it up and down, left to right, like an optometrist would during an exam. He laughed and said, 'Oh shit, I thought they were kidding' 'Kidding about what?' As my eyes followed his hand. It then triggered in his head... that's why I wasn't scared, I had seen the twink in the other room huffing the bottle and I was already under this control. He pulled his shoe off and threw it at the door in an attempt to close the door. As doing so, he said, 'I need you before my house mates find you here. I told them about you when I got back. They were pissed they didn't get to work the party, but Mr. Ali doesn't like black ex cons that much. He thinks they are not safe. My buds are cool, but they LOVE LOVE LOVE white boys.' 'That's awful about the party, I am sorry, I hate people who are racists. But, on the good new side..... well they are in luck, my daddy told me I am a special boy.' 'Special? How so? My name is Daron by the way.' 'Yes, daddy said I am a special boy, that was born with a pussy and she was put here in me to give other men a place to play so they didn't have to worry about those dirty gross women's pussies.' 'Oh really, is that what he told you?' Daron said. 'Yep, and all the guys last night said she was amazing.' 'Well sport, what if I drop a big gift in her now and then my homies can take a crack at her as well.' 'Gosh, that would be great. Maybe I should call the store and let them know I might be a little while. I am sure it will be ok, Mr. C said whatever I need to do, to make the customer happy.' 'Oh, Mr. C said that did he? Not sure he meant us, but....yeah, hand me your phone. You have way to many clothes on. I will call while you get that boy hole of yours naked for me.' I started to strip and took the phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. I heard him say, 'yeah, your princess is safe with me' It sounded like Jax on the phone and I could hear him starting to get angry and yelling something about don't you dare, there is going to be trouble. I heard Daron say, 'yes of course I showed him the magic bottle, but he already had watched Mr. Big in the other room working over some bitch who had one too.' I could hear Jax yelling more but then went quite. I heard my phone power off and Daron tossed it on the pile of clothing on the floor. 'Is everything ok?' Jax sounded upset. 'Oh yeah, he is cool, we go way back, we got our first ink together when we were up state' 'I heard him yell something about dont you dare' I said 'Oh that, no.... he was talking to someone there at the store they were taking the wrong pizza or something.' 'Gosh, maybe I should call back and see if I can help, they count on me to give ideas'. As he looked at me laying there naked, he started to remove the rest of his clothing and said. 'Hey, I got an idea, get that bottle open and start sucking the magic out of it' My eyes got big and I smiled and opened the bottle and started taking deep hits. 'How many should I do? All three like Uncle Terry said?'. 'Oh? Uncle Terry it is now? Well, no, the house rule here is 5, deep, and each side. Holding as long as you can. Now get sucking on that vapor.' As I laid on my back on the bed practicing my deep breathing exercises, Daron came over and grabbed my legs, with one big pull he pulled me over to the side of the bed. He stood there next to the bed, covered in tats from his neck down. They were so beautiful, my eyes were lost in looking at the whole scene. Fish and flowers in vibrant colors on the top and then leading down his chest and belly to more sinister images of black and red devils and snakes with fangs and scorpions near his pubes. My ass was hanging right at the side of the bed and I could feel his hard cock slowly wetting my ass crack with his precum. His cock was getting harder and harder as it slowly moved from south of my butt hole to up and over my pucker up higher and higher to my nuts. I could feel him slap my asshole with it by the time I was on the third hit into my left nostril. As I exhaled and moved over to the right nostril, he went hands free on his cock and started to use my tits like radio dials. He could tell how my pussy reacted. He looked down at my fuck hole and said, 'fuck, would you look at that, the more I dial your tits, the more she opens... like a beautiful flower. His cock was leaking like crazy and I saw him hock a big spit ball down onto my taint. I could feel the warmth of his spit slowly drip toward my hole. As I started inhale number 4, left side, I could feel the warmth of his spit and the head of his cock at my fuck hole. A twist on my nipples and he got a huge smile. 'Yeah baby, suck that spit into your cunt. Swallow that spit with your cunt lips, oh FUCK yes, make it blossom for sucking in that fluid.' I could feel his cock pressing a little harder and working my nipples with a little more aggression as I exhaled popper hit number four from the right nostril. I was sooooo fucking flying, I wanted to stop. But sensing my slow down, he looked up and said, I heard you aint too bright, but I would think you could count to 5 at least, one more princess..... deep and both sides. Sensing he was about to make penetration, I pulled a condom off the pillow and started to try and open it. But my hands were full with the bottle and the cap and I was trying to bite and tear the condom open. I knew it was a matter of timing because he was pushing in with more pressure. As I exhaled with the fifth left nostril, I finally got the condom open and as I inhaled on the final hit, I put the lid on the poppers and handed him the rubber. 'Oh thanks princess, but you were so slow, I already got one on, I will just lay that on your belly in case this one slips off later or for the next dude.' On my final exhale, I laid my head back and he went in full tilt. I felt him bottom out as the hair on his nuts tickled my baby smooth nut sack. My mind was floating and my eyes were closed. I could feel his withdrawal and then reenter. It was like hard but velvet stretching my hole open. In the darkness in my head, I could see a light appear. It was amazing, like some far away star turning into itself. Inside the light circle it was white and yellow and looked like boiling fluid. It made me think it was the cum churning in his nuts trying to get out. He really started to pick up speed and I opened my eyes and realized he wrapped had his arms around my legs to keep my ass locked onto his cock. He was like an animal swelling up inside his bitch, locking his cock into place inside me for my loading. Sweat was starting to form on his pale white skin and I was in awe of his muscles and the coloring of his tats and how they glistened with the sweat. He took each of his hands and grabbed an ankle and pushed my ankles far apart. He was looking down at my cunt and smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. He was slowly long dicking my hole with his shaft. I realized I hadn't really seen his cock, but I could tell it was quite thick and meaty. He closed my legs again and started to bite and kiss the back of my calves. He was really picking up tempo and starting to make the bed creak. I laid my head back and he told me to take a couple more hits and let my flower bloom as it was about to get fertilized. I was half way through my second and I heard the door bust open. Startled, I looked up and over at the door and it was the two black dudes from the other room. They still had their game consoles in their hands and said, 'what the fuck Daron, where did this come from'. C's Pizza sent her over for the afternoon BOGO special. The longer haired taller one said, BOGO? Daron replied, 'hey, buy one, gift one, and she is about to get her first gift.' With that, he was holding my legs so tight and was power fucking me like he was holding onto the life raft for dear life. His thrusts were pushing me across the bed and his friends each grabbed a leg and forcefully pulled me by the legs, back toward him. They were both holding onto a leg trying to pull me off the bed, but Daron's body and cock were between my legs to prevent me from moving further. 'Hold her right there, bros, hold ...... hold...... her ..... right...... fucking........ oh shit...... there.......' And with that he shook and shuddered and collapsed into a big sweaty mess onto me. He was screaming like he was in pain so I put my hands on his head and pet his hair. I could feel his heart beating onto my belly. His heart was racing and he was gasping for breath. His buddies each took the leg that they were hold onto and put it up on his shoulders. His breathing slowly came back to normal and he started to laugh against my belly. 'What is so funny? I asked, 'Is everything ok?' He looked up and said, 'I thought they were making shit up about your pussy, but holy fucking god, they were right, it was sent here from heaven. You are a lucky princess. Your pussy is going to save this city from the debauchery of those female skanks.' As my eyes moved from him over to his buddies they were shucking their clothes off as fast as they can. I wasnt really paying attention as I was coming down off the poppers, but I did hear Daron say.....'If you guys want a piece of this, you better hurry the fuck up. Once Mr. Big smells her over here, you aint going to be getting a chance....and I think her owner will be coming to collect her and we are going to have hell to pay.' Then Daron looked down at me and said. 'Lukas right?' I nodded yes. 'My friends here are a little more rough than me, that dont really deserve a pussy as fine as yours, but would it be ok if they had a chance to blow a load in the best cunt of their life?' 'Sure, according to my daddy, that is what I am here for' 'Ok guys, I will go see what Mr. Big has done with his twink, but just keep him sniffing the bottle and dont take all fucking day, be careful you dont tear that open until Mr. Big can have the pleasure himself. You know how he gets when he smells red.

Part 6, Mr C gives his insights on Lukas’s 18th birthday. I hope you have enjoyed Lukas’s story so far, but I wanted to share what’s going on in my head. It was close to 19 years go I met his parents. I was new to the neighborhood and was invited to their house for a neighborhood Christmas party. I was expecting a party with lots of spiked egg nog, booze, beer, great food and maybe some hot guys and chicks. What I got was.... the husband reading scriptures from the ‘good book’ and the wife being the good little hostest keeping people’s fruit punch filled. I was polite and made my rounds and chatted with a few of my new neighbors. After a little bit, I had to piss and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t lock the door and was standing there with my big thick cock in my mit. Just as I was shaking the last couple drops of piss off the end Mary (Lukas’s mom) opened the door and saw my cock. Clearly by the look of shock and then smile she was impressed. I apologized and took a second or two longer than needed and zipped up. I told her I hated to eat and and run, but I had to get home and let my dog out, I brushed by her very closely. She just stood there as I passed by and didn’t make a peep until I was halfway down the hall and I heard here say, she had a housewarming gift and would drop it off sometime. I thanked her and said ‘that’s great, stop by anytime’. The next morning I was still in my robe when I heard a knock, . I opened the door and it was Mary. I apologized for not being fully dressed and welcomed her in. Boxes were still being unpacked so I invited her to the kitchen which had been all unpacked. Her eyes kept going to my chest and crotch. She had an awesome racked that filled out her Christmas sweater nicely so I did what any bi man would do and started tenting in my mostly open robe. ‘I imagine wIthin the hour, Lukas was conceived. She prohibited me from knowing he was mine until he was 6 and he little guy crashed his bike into a tree in my front lawn. My folks were visiting and my mother gasped when she saw him and said Tony, ‘he is the spitting image of you at that age, that’s so cute.’ She was right, and I confronted Mary about it. I showed her picture of me at that age and Said Lukas looked exactly like me with the blondest hair and blue you could imagine. And there was no way her Italian roots and pin sucked husband fostered him. She explained her husband knew Lukas wasn’t probably his but would keep her slutty ass around because of what the congregation would say. I agreed to keep quite since I was really slutting myself around with every dude in town by then. I watched from a far and helped out and spent time with the boy as I could, as Mr C down the street. I knew one day he would be 18 and would be able to be his own man and connect his own wishes. So now I looked across the truck at him. That big cheesy shit eatin grin on his face with a belly full of my cum he didn’t even know was in there. Realizing I had what I wanted, his total trust, his total loyalty and now I had felt those perfect lips of his swallow my big Dick down his throat until I shot. Sure I was a little embarrassed how fast I nutted in him, but you would too...looking down at him blindfolded, stupid on the magic of the brown bottle and watching my cock pushing his Adam’s apple down toward his pecs and with no sign of gagging. But Then feeling closer to shooting when looking down and seeing his rock hard cock leaking through the pant leg of his way too tight jeans. When I rolled his tits in my fingers he was clamping his legs together and flailing them apart as his boy pussy twitched like a little slutty cheerleader would while she is waiting for the team captain to pluck her cherry snatch. It was more than any man let alone father could stand. He instinctively sucked and swallowed that load like it was liquid candy. The best part was... when I pulled out and all the throat slobber pulled up from his esphogus, he just licked his lips and swallowed deeper and moaned as he gasps for a breath. This kid was born to take cock, he just didn’t know it yet. I had him now in my total control, knowing the popper bottle would allow me total freedom to make him mine when I wanted. I looked over at his belly, knowing my seed was there I looked at his rock hard cock snaking down his pant leg and knowing that two little blue 100 mg pills I gave him would keep him hard for days. But what should I do? I am so confused. So I am asking you...... I can Keep him to myself? Or I could Whore him out to the men and rich clients at Mr. Ali’s house? Sell him to another rich Arab sheik and never see him again like Billy? Let him find out on his own he loves Dick when he goes off to college in the fall? Seriously,.....What the hell should I do? Fuck man, this is harder than I thought, so many options and so many are making me hard again as I notice Lukas looking over at me and talking. Shit, I was so busy day dreaming, I wasn’t listening to him. ‘What pup? Say that again?’ ‘Are you ok Mr C, you look lost there for a minute. According the the gps, I think this is the street Mr Ali lives on isn’t it?’ Part 7, coming soon. Thanks for the kind words, I love hearing you guys are liking the story. ;-). Peace

A few moments later Daddy and I both looked at each other over the cock pigs sweaty arching back, smiling evilly at each other as we realized the booty bump - and definitely not the last one this weekend - was hitting this virgin cock sucker. I had just slid 3 tina-coated fingers back into his tight burning and accepting hole and was thrusting the fingers as deep inside him as I could reach while turning and twisting them. No flinch this time when the burn came...just a hungry moan and an even hungrier push of his ass back to take my magic fingers deeper. "DAMN boy!" I heard Daddy say. "Yeah suck that cock! Fucking deepthroat that hard fat daddy dick and gag on it! You like that dick doncha? Like feeling it stretch and fill up your face hole doncha?" The pig mumbled loudly and eagerly around the fat poz cock impaling his throat as he pushed back more onto my fingers. "And you like what your pig bro's doing to your ass too, doncha cock pig? You can't get enough of how he's making your ass feel right?" Daddy pulled the sucking mouth abruptly off his cock and the pig cried out "I love it Daddy! I fucking love it! My ass has never felt so good! Please can I have more?!" Daddy grinned at the flying pig boi as he slid the pipe stem between his full wet lips and lit the flame. "Of course boi. You can have more all weekend long. Now inhale BIG while your bro keeps working your ass!" To Be Continued............

Part VIII My coworker was lost in lust in a big hurry. I could only step back and stare and wonder what I should do. He already had one poz load in his ass and was well on the way to another one. He seemed surprised at first but then really looked to be into getting his hole used good now. I was conflicted on whether I should step in and stop it or not. Totally confused as how could I stop it after I had taken so many loads myself just a short time before. My new bud came up just then. He took one look and said it looked like my friend was enjoying himself. I asked if he thought I should stop them or not. He told me I probably shouldn't. My friend was an adult and could make his own decisions. I was shocked somewhat and told him but why would he keep going knowing he was probably going to get HIV. My bud told me it was hard to explain and especially to someone like me that was 'straight'. He kind of emphasized that remark with a little snicker. I blushed at that one. I guessed that at least some of my straight was gone now and my no longer virgin ass was still oozing cum out of it a little. My bud told me he was ready to take me to the hospital if I still wanted to go and get some PEP. I told him we might as well as by now the second guy was done with my friend and a third was stepping up and entering him. I figured he was going to be busy for a while now. We exited the center of the encampment and as we were heading to my bud's car, my other friends all showed up. They yelled and we started talking and they were wanting to know where the hell I had disappeared to. I just told them I had twisted an ankle and my bud here had helped me out by giving me a place to crash for a bit to see if it would help it. I told them we were on the way to the hospital to get it looked at. A little white lie but not sure they would have believed what I really had been up to and going for. I told them about our other friend and that he was over there in the center of the tables and playing around. Didn't want to say anything about getting pozzed with new bud standing there as I thought it might embarrass him. They told me they would all grab something more to drink and hand around until I got back to see how I was doing. My new bud and I took off then. On the way to the hospital my bud started to tell me why he thought my friend was ok with getting fucked by poz loads once he got one. He tried to tell me that many gay men may not want pozzed but once they got it, they found out how much hotter the sex was and no more worry about catching it. He went on to say he found his sex drive since getting it was way higher than it had been and he loved pozzing others and seeing the look on their faces when they were getting their holes filled with his poz babies. The look of total fulfillment and joy. Complete freedom to fuck anyone from then on and not worry about getting it made for more uninhibited sex and hot hot times. He went on to tell me about a few of his conquests. He was really enjoying telling me in detail what he did with them. At one point he was so excited he reached over and grabbed my leg for emphasis before he realized he had done so. My own cock was not staying down like I thought it would but had come up hard as hell again from his stories, so when he grabbed, he kind of got way high on my leg and the back of his hand bumped my hard and I let out a bit of a moan. We were just coming to a stop sign then and he looked over at me and smiled. He told me it looked like I was enjoying his stories and laughed. I kind of laughed too a little sheepishly. I told him they were quite erotic for sure. He asked if I was sure I wanted to go get that PEP after all with that raging hardon I had. He really laughed then and then asked if I wanted to stop somewhere and take another load from him as he was still really horny and it sure wouldn't hurt me anymore from the loads I had already taken. I told him I was probably just going back to my straight ways. He laughed and said with my hardon, he didn't think I would stay away long and laughed again and reached over before I knew what he was doing and gave my cock and squeeze through my shorts. I couldn't help it but moaned and without realizing it I thrust up as he did it and he stroked my cock about 5 times before letting go of it. I didn't realize I was that close to cumming but almost blew my load from that. I looked over at him panting from that and he was grinning like crazy. He told me we had better find a spot and pull over one more time anyway. I could only nod my head and wonder what the hell I was thinking. He found a parking lot at a minimall that had some cars in it but pulled to the farthest part of it away from almost all of the cars. As he shut off his vehicle I was trying to find a way to tell him I didn't think this was a good idea but before I could he had leaned over and pulled me close and planted his lips on mine and one of his hands grabbed my cock again and started to stroke it slow and easy. I could only lean back and enjoy the feeling. He kissed me deeply and lingered and then stopped with my cock and slowly eased my shirt up and then stopped his kiss long enough to slip it off of me. He then kissed me again and was using his fingers to rub and pinch my nipples. I had not thought they would have anything to do with my feelings but man was I wrong. The tweeking of them went straight to my cock and made it tingle even more. After a few minutes of this his hand went down and into my shorts and was pushing them and my jock down and I raised up and he eased them down my legs and I raised my legs up and he pulled them off. He continued to kiss me and his hand went back to my cock slowly caressing it. He then kind of scooted around a little and broke off the kiss and told me we should get in the back. I climbed over the seat first and then him and I was surprised to see that he had taken off all of his clothes already too. He started to kiss me again and as he did he laid me back on the seat and got between my legs. He then lifted them up onto his shoulders and I felt his huge hard cock at my hole and pushing to get in. He gently pushed in and pulled back a few times and then my ass gave way and he started to sink in me. Before I knew it I had taken a deep breath and let out a huge moan of pleasure and raised my ass up to meet his thrust as his entire cock sank in to the base and I could feel his balls on my ass cheeks. He held it there for a bit and leaned back a little and asked me what I was thinking. I told him all I could think about was his cock pounding away at my hole and I wanted it now. He smiled and told me that it looked like I might not want to go to the hospital after this and before I could answer he started to pound his cock in and out of me. I couldn't answer at all now as his lips closed on mine again and he really began to pound and grind his cock into me. I kissed back and our tongues were wrestling with each other and I was making all kinds of little noises of pleasure. My cock felt like it was on fire and driving crazy with lust for more of his cock in me as deep as he could drive it. He fucked me for a good half hour like that with no let up at all. We were both sweating and heaving and breathing hard. It felt like eternity. I never wanted it to stop and am sure he didn't either. I could feel his cock growing and throbbing in me more and more and then he looked me deep in the eye and basically growled here it comes. He drilled my really hard a couple more strokes and then it felt like he was trying to drive his cock clear through me and I could feel it pulsate in my hole and I knew he was blowing another huge load of poz cum in my ass as deep as he could. My own cock, right on cue, erupted again and sprayed us both with my huge load too. He continued to grind his hips against me for a while as we both were coming down after cumming so hard together and then like before he leaned back and licked up my cum and fed it to me in another kiss as we laid there with his cock still buried in me for another good 10 minutes.