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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.

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

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.

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

My dad’s best friend from college was gay (very progressive in the 80s) and he was the one who facilitated Aaron and whatever guy he was dating fucking me when my mom wasn’t around. The younger guys who hear this think it’s weird and predatory but I was so into it, always loved taking loads, and just thought it was hot to be with all the guys. They both got off so hard on watching the other one fuck me too.

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.

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Met up with an old suck buddy I haven’t seen in years but since I moved back to Columbus I finally got to hit him up. Bald, 60s, bit heavy with a big white beard His routine is always the same. Walk in while he’s jacking his cock and watching porn. He tells me to strip and start slowly nursing on his cock and ballsack while he calls me a faggot cocksucker. Eventually he starts picking up the pace asking me “are you daddy’s little pig?” while he fucks my face, and forcing me to huff poppers. Eventually it’s time for him to blow his load and he will switch between forcing me down and shooting it down my throat or making me open wide and beg for it so he can coat my face. after that he turns into the sweetest man and we just chat about sports or bbq while I put my clothes back on.

just going through these comments - so many hot guys on bsky

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.

@nymidtowneast Thanks. Hopefully this next chapter also lives up to the rest. @KinkyTallBottom Well... something tells me the next chapter ahead is going to really drive that point home... @onlyraw No comment. I don't want to give any spoilers. Something interesting is planned with the two of them later... @shinelover Hopefully the next chapter will help fill that bit I left you hanging on... @kitpig Well, this chapter will be the first major step I think... @leatherpunk16 Finally! Wasn't for a lack of trying on my part! @SirGalatsi No worries. Glad you found it though. Hope you enjoy the next chapter! So, I felt pretty bad at how long it took to update, so I'm gonna do a second post this week. Hopefully everyone enjoys where I took this. Just know that I might be delayed a little due to a special something I am working on in the background, but I should still be able to post regular updates on here for this story. Once this one is done, I will probably be picking up another one of the previous of my stories, as I feel more comfortable starting back up a few of them with some new ideas. Anyways, enjoy! ----------- Lesson 8- Put Your Mindset to Work Stepping into the room, the glass door softly shut behind us, and I looked around. The massive room was warmly but dimly lit with mood lighting, the incandescent lighting gleaming off the heavily lacquered wood floor, the dark grey walls almost seeming to absorb any extra light. One wall of the room was covered with glass windows. The light coming through them was dimmer than I expected, likely having some sort of film to block light over them. Multiple leather chairs were grouped around the room, some facing the tv, and others in small groups of four. Between many of the large chairs were deep mahogany tables, each sporting a large ceramic ashtray, each with large indents, which I imaged were to hold cigars. The room smelled vaguely of cigar smoke, as the hush of what I guessed to the an air filtration system reverberated in the silent room. I followed Ben towards one of several large, oversized leather couches, looking around the room as I followed him. A bar stood in one corner of the room, a wall of glass bottles locked in a cabinet behind it. On one wall was a massive TV, currently off, flanked on either side by tall glass humidors. In another corner, a large U-shaped glossy black table was surrounded by several leather clad stools, with what looked to me like a poker set up. Unceremoniously, Ben sat down on the couch, casually spreading his legs as he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a sophisticated looking lighter. He pulled the unlit cigar out of his mouth, and flicking the lighter to life, he slowly turned the end of the cigar in the flame, until putting the cigar back into his mouth, puffing it to life. The end quickly glowed to a bright cherry red, and with a simple release of the button, the flame snuffed out. Some part of me felt a hunger of sorts as I watched him take a deep draw on the cigar before blowing out a large cloud of smoke my way. I swallowed slowly, as I stood in front of him, apprehension making my stomach feel like it was flipping around. “Well,” he said, gesturing at me with the cigar in one of his large hands, “Go ahead and strip naked. I want to see what’s got Greg and Mike so worked up. Silently, I stripped off the snug black shirt off over my head, gently placing it down on the back of one of the oversized leather chairs. Next, I stepped out of my simple flip-flops, before neatly placing them next to the chair before I slowly pushed the sweatpants down, letting them fall to my feet as I stepped out of them. I felt naked without the dirty white jock I had grown accustomed to wearing, the metal of my caged cock glistening in the dim light. I stood silently, letting my arm rest across my stomach, grabbing my opposite arm, feeling somewhat awkward as Ben looked over my body. “Not bad,” he said, taking another puff on the cigar, “Turn around and bend over.” Slowly, I turned around and bent over, feeling the air on my puffy asshole. Ben let out a growl of approval, before letting out a slight chuckle. “I guess I can see why they took a liking to you,” he said, his voice carrying a slight chuckle as he spoke, “Cock locked up like a proper bottom, and I’m sure there’s a few loads flooding your guts there boy. Definitely looks like you have a nice, breed-able ass. Quite the sexy little jock body you have there. Come over here and show me if your mouth is as talented as your hole likely is.” Slowly I stood back up and walked over to Ben, before getting on my knees. Slowly, I unzipped his pants and unbuttoned the top of the fly, before tentatively feeling its size through the fabric. My eyes widened as I felt a thick cock beneath, thicker than anything I had taken before. “I’m guessing your new daddy didn’t tell you my nickname,” Ben said, chuckling again as he blew a cloud of smoke at my face, “Beer Can Ben is what all our friends call me, but you can call me Uncle Ben. Why don’t you pull down my pants and get better aquatinted with it, son?” Slowly, I grabbed the top of the shorts as Ben lifted his hips up, giving me enough access to pull the underwear and pants down to his knees. Ben’s cock sprang forward, finally free of the confines of his clothes. He wasn’t joking about it being as thick as a beer can, I thought to myself, as I took in the size and shape of his cock. Shorter for sure than Greg’s or Mike’s, but the girth more than made up for it. A ring of foreskin covered the hood, with just the tip peeking out. Grabbing the cock, I slowly started to stroke it, watching as his two large balls slowly bounced in time with my strokes, with the entire package being framed with a forest of thick black hair that went easily up towards his chest. “Don’t be shy, boy,” he said, looking down at me before placing his meaty hand on the top of my head, pushing my face towards his groin, “Go ahead and give it a kiss and put it in your mouth. Be sure to get it nice and wet.” Apprehensively, I slowly began to suck and kiss the tip, before beginning to lick it, running my tongue underneath the foreskin and circling the cocked underneath. Ben let out an appreciative growl before pushing my head down further, guiding me to try and take even more of the massive member into my mouth. I began to work it in my mouth, feeling as my jaw stretched further to take in the size of it, aching slightly as Ben gave a few gentle pushes down on it. Behind me, I heard a soft whoosh as the glass door opened, before quietly shutting. I half listened as who I presumed was Greg eventually sat on one of the couches opposite of the one Ben was on as I worked to fit the last of the meaty rock in my mouth. “Don’t spoil the pig, Ben,” Greg laughed, as the sound of a lighter flicking to life puncture the silence of the room, “No need to go gentle. He likes being handled rough.” Suddenly, I felt as Ben forcefully shoved my head down onto the remainder of his cock, forcing me to fight back the urge to gag as the head of it slammed against my throat. “Fuck, that is nice,” he groaned, suddenly grabbing my head with both hands and began to slowly fuck my skull, “Where the fuck did you both find such a hot piece of ass?” “Came with the house so to speak,” Greg chuckled as I finally gagged after an especially hard slam of Ben’s cock, “Pig lives a few doors down. Knocked on the door not even 3 days after we finished moving in. All it took was Mike and I offering to give him a tour of the dungeon, and the pig was spread leg in our sling and letting us sound his cock. Pretty sure we even got to take his ass cherry.” “Holy shit,” Ben groaned, before forcefully removing his cock from my mouth, before grabbing the back of my head with a fistful of my hair and pulling it back to face him, “Fuck… that all true, pig?” I could only breathlessly nod as I slowly caught my breath, sucking in a deep lungful of air. “Fucking hell that’s hot. I seriously need to find me a hot little jock pig like this,” Ben replied, before pulling me by my hair gently upwards. Slowly, I stood up, my knees somewhat shaky as Ben began to pull me into his lap, positioning my legs onto either side of him and he slowly slid down a bit in the couch. Taking a deep draw on the cigar, he guided the back of my head towards his face, before locking lips and kissing me. I let out a small groan as out tongues slid around each other, his beard slowly tickling my now somewhat scruffy face from the lack of shaving. I hungrily sucked in the kiss as he slowly exhaled the thick lungful of cigar smoke. I felt his thick cock slowly sliding up and down across my asscrack when we finally broke the kiss. I let out a long exhale of the swapped cigar smoke, causing him to chuckle again. “Fucking hell, you guys wasted no time training him to take cigar smoke. He’s quite sexy little shit,” Ben said happily, before turning his attention to Greg, who was sitting on the opposite couch, recording everything on his phone, “Mind if I take a ride in his hole?” My ass twitched in anticipation at the prospect of feeling his cock stretching out my already well fucked hole, remembering how it had felt to be double penetrated just the night before. I looked over at Greg, unable to hide the pleading look in my eyes as Greg started to smile. Something inside me needed to know what riding his cock would be like. “Whole reason I brought him by,” Greg said, before grabbing the lit cigar out of the ashtray on the table next to him and walking over, “Only thing is that the pig is also in smoke training. You’ll have to make sure he smokes his own the whole time. Should be a little overdue for the first one of the day.” As if on auto-pilot, I opened my mouth, letting Greg set the decent sized, jet black cigar into my mouth, before taking a deep draw on the cigar. The cherry glowed bright as I sucked down the thick strong smoke, for some reason feeling suddenly at ease. I let out a sudden groan and had to reach a hand out to steady myself as I suddenly felt a few of Ben’s meaty fingers probe into my ass, working themselves in easily. “Damn, you guys flooded him good, didn't you,” Ben said as he pulled them out and inspected them, a sheen of cum coating them, “Does he know…” Greg cut him off, holding his hand up with a grin on his face, silencing Ben mid-sentence. “Just… Find out for yourself. I think you’ll be pleased. I’ll leave you two to play while I gather up everything I need for his training,” Greg said, before bending over slightly and taking the cigar out of my mouth before kissing me, before opening my mouth and spitting a large glob of cigar spit in my mouth. “Thank you sir…” I muttered softly, smiling, as he stuck the cigar back in. I took another deep draw on the cigar, as Greg knelt over and whispered in my ear. “Good boy, you made sure to ask first,” Greg said softly, “I could see how you were asking me with those eyes. You earned yourself a treat later, as long as you make me proud. Don't forget to let that dirty fucking inner pig come out. He'll eat it up.” Greg then stood up, and with a pat on Ben’s shoulder, walked out of the lounge and back into the shop. “Fuck you look hot smoking that stogie, boy,” Ben said, as he puffed on his cigar, his cock throbbing hard against laying against my hole, “I want to see you smoke mine at the same time for a second while I get this shirt off.” I nodded and let him put his larger cigar in my mouth, slowly puffing on both as he began to strip out of his shirt. My lungs burned as I automatically sucked in the massive amount of smoke, marveling at the amount as it jetted out of my nose. Finally, Ben got his shirt off, revealing a thick mat of black fur covering his stomach and chest. Underneath, I could just make out a tattoo in the shape of a scorpion. Thinking back to the first fuck with Greg and Mike, I assumed this was also some sort of sign that Ben was packing a venomous load. I almost thought to say something, when I remembered how quickly Greg had cut Ben off. If I had to guess, I figured Ben was going to ask if I knew their status. So, with that, I kept quiet, playing along with Greg’s lead and letting Ben be the one to mention it. “Fuckin’ can’t wait to get inside that sexy jock hole, boy,” Ben growled, pulling his cigar back out of my mouth and puffing on it several times. I gave my ass a slight wiggle, causing his massive cock to wiggle around on my crack, immediately making him grin evilly as he continued talking. “You need that thick meat destroying your guts, don’t you piggy?” Ben growled, reaching below and and pressing the slick head of his uncut cock against the puffy lips of my hole. I began to nod when suddenly Ben grabbed my hips and puled my ass down, fully seating his cock in one solid stroke. My groan sounded almost like a yell, as my body got slowly used to the sudden invasion Ben had just made. My legs quivered at the massive stretching feeling. “That was a rhetorical question, slut,” Ben growled, puffing on his cigar hard and blowing the smoke in my face, “You’re gonna take every last drop of my load today whether you want to or not.” I could only groan and nod, sucking on the cigar as Ben suddenly began to fuck my ass with wild abandon, stretching out my already abused hole with each stroke, as each time he bottomed out in me it felt like my guts were truly being rearranged. “Nothing but a dumb little cumdump, aren’t you,” Ben growled, sneering at me as he puffed hard on the cigar before blowing it out directly in my face, “Fucking load you up with a massive load and watch you slide home on it. Dumb little blonde jock like you only has one purpose, and that’s to be a fucking incubator for my superior man cum.” I could only groan and whimper, barely nodding as he continued his onslaught on my ass. Suddenly, he reached up and grabbed my pecs, before starting to pinch and work my nipples. “Gonna fucking breed your worthless jock ass and flood it full of my special seed. Make it so that you crave dirty bear cum from men like me. Get you fucking addicted to whoring your ass out and begging for our loads. Your ass will only be suitable as a fucking cum receptacle for toxic loads,” he continued, his cock throbbing at each new insult he said, pinching my nipples hard and making them swollen, “Keep your useless cock locked up so you focus on cumming with your ass like a proper slut.” As if to drive the point home, Ben flicked his fingers on the tip of the cage, before going pack to working my nipples. “Fuck… You’re getting fucking destroyed right now, boy. Did you know that boy,” he growled, with what I assumed to be another question I need not answer, “Did you know I’m fucking working my highly toxic load into these ass walls right now, and pushing all those poz loads your new daddies filled you with even deeper in to those guts? That you’re getting pozzed up right now?” “Fuck, ohh…. Oh fuck…” I could only groan, working the cigar in my mouth hard, hauling away on it without a care as I listened to the verbal abuse Ben was spewing out at me, loving the mind fuck as he destroyed my ass. “Yeah boy, you’re gonna be truly fucked. Once we’re done with you, the only thing you’ll be good for is to be a slutty little incubator for our bugs. Bent over at the bathhouse, letting every nasty fucker free entrance to perfect ass,” Ben yelled, pinching my nipples hard one last time before gripping my ass in an vise-like grip, “Bent over and shaking this bubble butt, legs spread and waiting for someone to fill you up. That what you fucking want boy? To be nothing more than the local cum dump, carrying around our strain and letting in anyone else who wants to add theirs?” “Oh, fuck, yes sir, please help me become that,” I groaned, smoke pouring out of me as I let him pull my ass down hard, “My only purpose is to be a toxic cum receptacle, letting in any man who wants to dump their load inside me. Let anyone who needs a willing hole to infect help destroy my jock body. Help convert me into a worthless poz whore.” Ben let out a loud growl as his slams into my hole began to falter in their rhythm. “Yeah, boy, you fucking know what you are. This hot body of your was made only for one purpose… to used by real men for fucking their superior loads into. Letting your useless load drip on the ground as as lube for the next man who wants your ass. To be nothing but a cum craving toxic slut. And I’m gonna help you become just that,” Ben moaned, his rhythm faltering even more, “You fucking ready? You fucking want what I’m gonna give you?” “Oh fuck, breed me. Fucking destroy my jock body,” I groaned, my cock leaking like a faucet through the cage as my ass was reamed into oblivion, “Please fucking knock me up with your superior cum. I want to get infected and become a poz jock whore.” Suddenly, Ben’s eyes bulged and he growled, biting his lips as he pulled my ass hard against his hips and held still. Suddenly, I felt as he unleashed a torrent of cum in my guts, his cock throbbing over and over, eliciting a new growl from him at each volley. Finally, he was done shooting, holding my ass in place as we both came down from out proverbial cum highs. Finally, Ben let out a massive sign along with a happy growl. “Holy… Fuck…” Ben said, removing his cigar and leaning slightly over, setting his spent cigar in the ashtray, “Greg and Mike hit the fucking jackpot with you, boy.” The words made me blush slightly, and I was sure what to say. “Fucking hell.. that was fucking divine. Your ass is a fucking dream to fuck. You can bet you earned yourself a massive discount on everything, boy,” Ben said, giving my ass a light smack before finally pulling his now soft cock out of my hole. Looking down, he dipped his fingers into the puddle of my precum pool on his stomach, licking it as he nudged me off. “Go ahead and get dressed,” Ben said, before sucking on his finger, “Fucked out a nice bit of sweet neg precum from you. Tell Greg I’ll be out in a second.” Slowly, I stood up, my legs shakier than I’d ever felt, as I hobbled over and slowly pulling my sweatpants up. I could feel Ben’s load leak out a little, likely leaving a dark stain on my ass crack. With a sudden dirty though as I was pulling the shirt on, I turned around and knelt one final time in front of Ben, slowly taking his soft, cum covered cock into my mouth and sucked it clean. “Oh fuck….Good boy, clean all that dirty cum off Uncle Ben’s cock,” he hissed, running his hand brought my hair. Smiling, I stood back up and turned around, suddenly noticing Greg’s phone… with its own stand aimed at the the couch. Grabbing it, I turned it around in my hand and hit stop, before pocketing it. I guess he wanted a keepsake… I thought to myself, before walking over to the door to the lounge and walked over to Greg, who was leaning casually against the counter next to a large cardboard box with what I assumed were different things from around the shop. “Make me proud, boy?” Greg asked, holding his hand out expectantly. I handed him the phone and turned around as Ben answered for me, now standing in the doorway, shirt now on, and pants unbuttoned, the fly threatening to open up. “Oh, that he did, bud,” Ben said, chuckling as he began to zip up and button his pants, “Got me wondering where the hell I can get one of him as well. You both weren’t lying when you said his ass was like fucking heaven. And the mouth on him… nice and fucking dirty. Quite the perverted slut you boys are shaping him into.” “I left you an inventory sheet of what I’m taking,” Greg said, “Just send us a bill and we’ll wire over the money.” “Fuck that,” Ben said, taking a brief glance at his watch before slowly walking over to the front door and unlocking it, “You let me have free access to that prime jock ass, and all that is free.” “Sounds fair,” Greg said, grinning at me as he motioned for us to leave, grabbing the large box and walking to the door, now held open by Ben, “Time for the next stop, boy. Let your Uncle Ben open up shop.” I followed Greg to the car, getting a small pat on the ass on the way out the door. I let out a small smile before stepping out into the hot, muggy sunlight, the sun now high up in the sky. Greg and I walked in silence to the already running car, the AC whirring away as it cooled the inside of the black leather interior. Greg went to the back of the car, and put the box in the trunk, before going back to the driver’s side door, unlocking the doors. I quickly got in and sat down, somewhat mindful I was likely leaking cum out of my hole on the expensive seat covering. Sitting in silence, I watched as Greg started up the engine and out the car in drive, on our way to the next destination.

Chapter 4 I wake up to Craig sliding his cock in my ass. He tells me how good my ass feels, wet and loose; velvety smooth and slick for his cock. Slowly sliding in, he is balls deep in no time. He slides out, leaving just the tip of his cock in my distended ass folds and then slams back in. His cock head slides across my prostate causing me to moan from the pleasure. My cock trying to expand; immediately hurts as its encased in the cage instantly deflating. Craig sensing my discomfort whispers in my ear, he’s going to teach me how to cum with my now locked cock. He explains it’s different but in many ways I’ll find it more intense, lasts longer and will turn me into a sex craving degenerate. He explains to me to bear down as he fucks me. We develop this rhythm where he bones me 3-4 times, he allows me to catch my breath then fucks me again as I repeatedly bear down. Telling me it feels like I have to pee he’s says no, that’s precum leaking from my cock. I reach down and feel the tip of the cage and find it is wet and slippery. He tells me to taste and as I put a finger in my mouth taste the sweetest precum I’ve ever produced. Reminding me to bear down, Craig continues his assault on my ass. My fingers are now collecting more and more of the sweet liquid and find myself trying to make the stimulation deeper. I start rocking my ass back and forth as he holds still against my prostate. My ass has a mind of its own as I start pummeling back and forth using his cock to stimulate my gland. I’m rubbing the cage back and forth as my ass starts a full-on rape of Craig’s cock. Knowing what is happening Craig pleads with me to pull his cum from his cock. I’m sweating profusely as my eager desire to find relief takes over. I keep this up easily for ten minutes, trying hard to find satisfaction. My cock is firm but not hard and is leaking profusely. Craig no longer able to control the stimulation screams out as my attack of his cock forces him to explode another poz load into my willing ass. He stays hard as I continue unabated, my ass demanding his attention. Suddenly a feel a wave of ecstasy and I feel a rush of fluid leak from my cock. My body starts convulsing as I ride the wave of endorphins, losing myself in the explosion of senses hitting my body. This keeps on going for 2-3 minutes as I’m unable to stop the flood of stimulation. My chest is tight and I’m having trouble breathing as the crescendo slowly abates. Craig pulls me tight into his chest, my ass still empaled on his cock, and tells me to concentrate on breathing. I hear him tell me--deep in and out as I slowly recover and attempt to match his words with my breath. Telling me to hold still, Craig starts a slow fuck and within just a few strokes tenses up and grunts as he delivers another toxic injection. Pulling out he tells me how hot that was and congratulating me on my first locked anal orgasm. Craig helps me up and says it's time for bed. My legs are wobbly, and he leads me into the bedroom helping me to slowly lay down. He grabs the butt plug next to my bed, collects some cum leaking from my ass and uses it as lube to cap my hole and stop the leaking. He kisses me and tells me to get some sleep. It’s close to 3AM and asks if he can take a shower before leaving explaining he needs to go so he can get some sleep before having to be back to work at 10. I tell him go for it though I must have fallen asleep as soon as I hear the water running as next thing I know, I’m waking up and glance at the clock and see its 11 AM. My ass hurts as I stagger to the shower. Standing under the warm water I pee and then slowly remove the butt plug. Expecting a deluge of cum, I’m pleasantly surprised as I bear down and only a small dallop of pink jizz hits the floor.

Working on it and two others and hope to have them ready soon.