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Dan's fingers curled tighter around the key in his pocket, the metal biting into his palm as he entered the apartment. It had been five weeks now since the meds had been locked away. The risk was getting real. He should really call it off he thought. But when he entered and saw Jimmy wearing only shorts, his cock already tenting in them, the time didn't seem right. Jimmy beckoned him into his bedroom and proceeded to undress Dan, neither of them saying a word. Jimmy removed his shorts and guided Dan to assume the position to be rimmed, tossing him a bottle of poppers. Dan felt like he was on automatic pilot as Jimmy worshiped his hole with tongue and fingers. More so as Jimmy pressed his raw poz cock inside Dan, slowly and smoothly pushing against his second hole, then breaching it with the head before starting stroking slowly in and out. Jimmy moved Dan through several positions, before finally cumming deep inside while spooning Dan. He left his cock inside after cumming, while Dan wanked out his load. "Why did you get your tat?" Dan asked, breaking their silence. "A few reasons," Jimmy said, "One, it makes me feel hot. Two I don't have to deal with guys to freaked to take a poz dick in public places like the baths. And three, it helps me identify guys who are turned on by it." "Because you like pozzing them." Dan stated simply. "I do," Jimmy replied, "it's such a turn on. And besides, it feels like a good deed." At this Jimmy's cock twitched in Dan's ass. Jimmy's words hung in the air like a challenge. The bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the sheer curtains, felt suddenly stifling. Jimmy's chest rose and fell steadily beneath him, his breath warm against Dan's neck. The biohazard tattoo, a stark black symbol over Jimmy's heart, seemed to pulse with a life of its own, a constant reminder of the choice Dan was being asked to make. "How many have their been?" Dan wanted to know. "Ten," Jimmy whispered, the word lingering on his tongue. "Including Carl and Craig. Jason has eleven to his credit, since he pozzed me. I begged him to after watching him poz fuck a shared trick." Jimmy's smirk was almost imperceptible, but it was there, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You make it sound like a competition," Dan said. Jimmy murmured, his voice low and husky. "It's not about numbers, Dan. It's about... freedom. About shedding the fear and embracing what we are." Dan closed his eyes, the weight of Jimmy's words pressing down on him. He could feel the other man's cock still buried deep inside him, a constant, throbbing presence that seemed to echo the rhythm of his own conflicted heart. The key in the pocket of his discarded trousers felt like a burden, a symbol of the control he thought he had, but now, in this moment, it felt like a lie. "Freedom," Dan repeated, the word feeling foreign on his lips. "And what about the ones who don't want it? The ones who run?" Jimmy's hand slid up Dan's torso, his touch both soothing and possessive. "They're not ready," he said simply. "And that's their choice. But for those who are... it's a blessing. A chance to live without the chains of fear." Dan's breath hitched as Jimmy's fingers traced the line of his pecs, sending shivers down his body. He wanted to believe it, wanted to surrender to the allure of that freedom. But the key in his pocket was a constant reminder of the consequences, of the lives he could change with a single decision. "And you?" Dan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "What about you, Jimmy? What do you want?" Jimmy's green eyes locked onto his, intense and unreadable. "I want what I've always wanted," he said, his voice steady. "To live. To feel. To be desired. And to give that desire back to others." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the conflict within him reaching a fever pitch. He could feel Jimmy's cock twitch inside him, a silent plea, a demand for an answer. "And me?" Dan asked, his voice breaking. "What do you want from me?" Jimmy's hand cupped the back of Dan's neck, pulling him down into a kiss that was both tender and desperate. "I want you to choose," he whispered against Dan's lips. "Not out of fear, but out of desire. I want you to want this, Dan. To want me to poz you. To want us to poz you." Dan's eyes fluttered closed as Jimmy's lips trailed down his jaw, his neck, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He could feel the other man's desire, a tangible force that seemed to envelop him, pulling him under. The key in his pocket felt like a distant memory, the weight of it fading as Jimmy's mouth worked its magic. "Choose me, Dan," Jimmy murmured, his breath hot against Dan's ear. "Choose us. Choose the freedom we can offer each other." Dan's hands clenched into fists, the sheets tangling between his fingers as he struggled to find his voice. The conflict within him was a storm, raging and unrelenting. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the walls he had built around himself begin to crumble. "I..." Dan started, his voice hoarse. "I don't know if I can..." Jimmy's hand tightened on the back of his neck, his touch both gentle and commanding. "You can," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want to. I can feel it, Dan. I can feel your desire. Let go. Let me in." Dan's breath caught in his throat as Jimmy's lips captured his once more, the kiss deep and demanding. He could feel the other man's need, a raw, primal force that seemed to mirror his own. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed him. As their lips parted, Dan's eyes met Jimmy's, the conflict within him still raging, but muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. Jimmy's hand slid down his body, his fingers tracing the lines of Dan's muscles, his touch both possessive and worshipful. "Say it, Dan," Jimmy whispered, his voice a low rumble. "Say you want this. You know you do want it." Dan's heart pounded in his chest, the words caught in his throat. But as Jimmy's lips brushed against his, as his cock throbbed deep inside him, Dan felt the last of his resistance melt away. "I want you to poz me," Dan whispered, the words a confession, a surrender. "I want this." Jimmy's smile was triumphant, his eyes shining with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. He pulled Dan down into another kiss, their bodies moving in sync, the rhythm of their passion building once more. As their bodies moved together, Dan felt a sense of freedom he had never known, a release from the chains of fear and doubt that had held him back for so long. Jimmy's cock now thrusting deep inside him once again a constant reminder of the choice he had made, the desire he had embraced. And as they moved towards the edge, towards the precipice of pleasure, Dan felt a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The conflict within him was still there, but it was muted now, overshadowed by the desire that burned between them. In that moment, as their bodies climaxed together, Dan knew that he had made the right choice. The key in his pocket was forgotten, the weight of it lost in the storm of sensation that engulfed them both.

SALOPE My journey to protecting my sexual partners’ health and my own health by finally starting meds after so many years of delay was complicated. The first couple of drugs I was prescribed gave me side effects. One of them caused me to have night terrors as soon as I drifted off to sleep. Another medication caused me to occasionally hallucinate so bizarrely that I knew the visions and sounds weren’t real. One such time, I was in a hotel lobby in Mexico City and heard a huge explosion. There was not any smoke, broken glass, screaming people – and I knew it was just the meds. As a result, my adherence was “spotty” at best. My doctor told me that I’d be better off not taking them at all rather than taking them only some of the time. It had something to do with causing viral resistance. Around the same time, I started a new job which required me to travel overseas quite a bit. It wasn’t unusual for me to go away for several weeks at a time. As a result, my trysts with Mike became much less frequent. But when we did meet, Mike completely stopped using condoms when he fucked me. He said he couldn’t go back to being inside of me with a layer of plastic in between. He also liked to “knock me up”. (I think that phrase took on its current meaning a while after our time together.) To my knowledge, Mike didn’t get the bug. I started trying to meet other guys and I started having sex with many of them. Also, Mike must have had second thoughts about his domestic situation and having a gay fuck toy on the side. We still traded a few emails, but even those started to become less frequent. I don’t know if he continued to play with other guys after we moved on from each other. I became much sluttier and kinkier than I had ever been in my life, although I always enjoyed leather and the bondage/roleplay scene. Earlier in my life, I was known to have casual sex with strangers in the past, but for most of my life, I’d been more relationship oriented. Perhaps it was the chance to have so many exotic men in Europe and Latin America. I wanted to taste all of it! For whatever the cause, I became less focused on having a boyfriend or exclusive sex partner. One evening after a long day, I was sipping a beer at the bar of a gay establishment and a much younger cute guy asked if the seat next to me was taken. “Be my guest,” I told him. We started talking and flirting. He asked me if I visited this bar often, and I told him I was visiting the city for the first time on business. “Have you been to the basement rooms yet? Those can be a lot of fun,” he said. I told him I didn’t know there was another part to the bar, and he offered to show me around. We both finished our drinks and he led the way. I followed him toward the back of the bar and through a curtain, then down some wooden steps. The air was a bit cool and damp as we descended, but I could smell the unmistakable scent of man-sex hanging in the air. The lighting was very dim, but my eyes adjusted. It looked like there were gloryhole booths lining a hallway as we continued. Finally, we reached a pitch-black dark room where I could hear guys having sex. The young guy stopped and turned around and we started kissing. I reached around and cupped his bubble ass cheeks in my hands and groped him. After a few minutes, he turned around and grinded his ass against the raging hard-on beneath the zipper of my jeans. I unzipped his jeans and he dropped them and rubbed his bare ass against me. I hiked my jeans down a bit and my cock sprang free. I rubbed my cock into his smooth ass crack, rubbing up and down and occasionally rubbing my cock head all along his crack. I poked my cock between his legs and along his taint and he reached back and pointed my bare cock to his hole and pushed back against me. My cock easily slid into his hole. He was either slick with lube or he was already carrying a load or two. I held his hips as I slowly fucked him deep and then pulled back almost to the point of my head slipping out of him, then repeated. I was really enjoying his ass and I started to sweat, contributing my scent to the sex already lingering in the room. We must have been making some noise because as I was plowing the guy’s pussy, I felt a hard body against my back and the guy started grabbing my pecs and lightly pinching my nipples. This sent me over the edge and I grunted as I emptied my nuts into the guy in front of me. He pulled himself off my cock and turned around and sucked my dick clean. Then, he was gone. The guy who was behind me pushed my jeans down over my ass. The next thing I knew, his face was between my cheeks and rimming me out. Whomever he was, he had a beard and it felt good as his tongue tried to worm its way into my innards. I pushed back, and after several minutes of lapping my hairy hole, he stood up and I reached back to show him the way inside. His large, hooded cock was slick with precum and I felt very tight as he pushed it home. I wasn’t lubed except for his precum, but soon, the oozing of it inside of me made me start to enjoy it. After a few minutes I heard him grunt and felt his warm cum flush into me. I spent the rest of the evening using and being used by other men. I left the bar stinking of cum. I went back the following evening.

“Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy.” Matt shuddered hearing the words whispered into his ear, knowing it was too late to go back now. His heart raced, and in his brain, he knew he was in trouble. He pulled at the leather restraints that were tightly fastened around his wrists and ankles, but it was all in vain. Daddy just chuckled, telling him to stop fighting it - he was going to be a good whore now whether he liked it or not. He was powerless, just a fly in the spiderweb that Daddy had carefully constructed over months. He was going to be Daddy’s next victim. Matt thought about what had led him to this place where he was about to be sacrificed to a twisted man’s carnal desires, terrified at what might happen and unsure if he’d get out of this alive. Maybe he could get away if he cooperated and gave this domineering daddy a blowjob. Once he started to feel Daddy’s finger slowly dig and scratch into his tight ass, he thrashed around, trying to scream out for help. But no one was there to save him from this twisted situation. It had all started innocently enough. He was new in town, a small-town 35-year-old who was suddenly in a thriving gay community with thousands of men all around him. He was eager to explore the leather scene he had long fantasized about, so Matt spent his nights and weekends socializing and introducing himself to the locals. He started to make friends in a cigar group, and a buddy who worked at the local leather shop took him under his wing to help him choose his first leathers. He bought a harness - all gay men need a simple harness - and loved how the leather and metal felt against his chest and back. A pair of boots made him feel more masculine than ever before. Armbands and a leather jockstrap completed his outfit, making him feel sexy and butch. The local daddies started to notice the boy’s newfound confidence when out at the leather bars. Over time, he had a group of friends he could smoke cigars with and learn more about the old guard days of leather that were happening before he was even born. Matt loved being a part of this community, but he hesitated about one thing: Sex. Everyone in his new city seemed obsessed with breeding, and they were all so open and eager about taking raw cock or shooting their cum into whatever ass they could get. Some guys even proudly boasted about fucking unwilling bottoms who were too messed up to stop what was happening. It scared Michael, and he knew he’d have to be careful if he wanted to stay safe. He had tried dating a couple of guys, but he felt like they only wanted his ass, not his brain or heart. He even went home with a man one night who seemed so nice and friendly, thinking they’d just have a drink and maybe kiss some. Instead, the man immediately went into the bathroom and emerged moments later naked, hard, and talking about getting him high on meth. He laughed as he said he was going to give the boy his nasty cum, a sinister look in his eyes. Matt bolted out the door and avoided that man, feeling like he would never meet someone who would respect his wishes. He decided to focus his time and energy on friends, thinking it was just too risky to get himself into another dangerous situation like that. He had fun, but would go home to jerk off alone. He started to worry he’d never fall in love or have the kind of sex he wanted. If only a kind, safe-sex guy like himself would come along, he’d think. And then, on a seemingly normal Friday night out at the bar with his cigar friends, he saw a new face in the crowd. This man was obviously unwell, ragged from what seemed to be a hard life and some kind of illness. His leathers looked old and worn, no doubt from decades of use. The vest he was wearing made it easy to see just how thin he really was - just a bunch of bones and skin, though for some reason he had a big round gut. His jeans were obscenely tight, and Matt couldn’t help but notice what looked like the outline of a massive cock sticking out. And was that a big wet spot from a leaking cock? Matt’s stomach churned as he saw this mystery man start to walk over to the group. “Hi,” he said, holding out a big hand to shake the regulars’ hands. “I’m Blake. Just moved to town.” The guys took turns welcoming Blake to the city, introducing themselves, and giving him some insider advice on the best places to check out. Matt was polite, but something scared him about this skeletal man who seemed unwell, and he couldn’t quite figure out his fears. When it was turn to shake Blake’s hand, the new guy had a tight grip that seemed to linger longer than he had with the rest of the group, making intense eye contact with Matt the entire time. There was something sinister about that look, but Matt figured he must just be imagining it. The guys enjoyed a few hours of hanging out at the bar, smoking their cigars and putting back drinks like they always did. Blake was generous with the guys, buying several rounds for everyone and even getting a few shots of whiskey for Matt after a friend had mentioned that he’s the whiskey drinker of the group. Matt thought it was odd that Blake wasn’t drinking at all, but didn’t ponder it much. Blake was flirting with him, even mentioning at one point that he loves using pretty little bottom boys like him. Matt tried to laugh it off and politely declined, saying he wasn’t interested. As the night went on, the guys eventually left one by one. Soon, it was just Matt and Blake at the table. Matt was drunk enough at that point to not be as scared by this new guy, but still felt like something was off. He found out Blake was 65 years old, recently widowed, and a longtime part of the leather scene. He moved to town for a fresh start and a chance to find some “young new victims,” he said with a devilish grin. Matt shrugged it off as a bad joke and explained he wasn’t really looking to date right now. Blake left for a minute and came back to the table, three shots of whiskey in his hand, and told Matt to drink up. Matt didn’t want to seem rude, so he accepted these gifts from Blake, downing all three in less than 10 minutes. He was having a hard time even just sitting down, and knew he needed to sleep this off. But Blake retuned with another round of shots, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually, Matt took out his phone to get an Uber, but his drunken clumsiness caused him to lose his grip and drop his phone - and the screen shattered the moment it hit that brick patio. He was miles from home and didn’t know what he was going to do. Blake leaned over, taking Matt’s drunk face in his hands to look him in the eyes and ask if he needed help. Matt tried to decline, but Blake insisted. He wasn’t drunk, and his car was right outside. He’d be happy to drive Matt home. Matt was struggling to stay awake at this point. With no better options, he accepted this offer, telling Blake that he was so generous all night. Blake helped the boy into the passenger seat, asked for his address, and told him to relax and get comfortable for the ride ahead. Matt thought that was an odd way of saying it, but he was so drunk and tired, and he felt like he was melting into the seat. He closed his eyes, expecting to be back home in 15 minutes. When he finally woke back up, he didn’t know where he was, but it wasn’t home or in Blake’s car. He tried to say something but all that came out was a muffled sound. It felt like some kind of rubber ball was stuck in his mouth. When he tried to reach for his mouth, he realized his hands were somehow restrained. So were his ankles. He couldn’t see anything because some kind of heavy leather hood was over his head. He could sense that he wasn’t alone, but all he could hear was his own pounding heart and panicked breath. Then, footsteps slowly got closer and closer, seemingly caused by heavy boots. Matt struggled but couldn’t get out of his predicament. He started to cry, wondering what was happening to him. He didn’t have to wait long for an answer. “Are you scared, boy? You’re all mine now. I’m going to show you what I do to teasing boys who won’t put out for Daddy,” Blake said, letting out an evil laugh as Matt cried out in terror. “You’re my whore now.”

Meet up with my former summer camp counselor, back in the day, again! You know the one with the ring....he brought over a friend who was the fucking spitting image of the actor Frank Grillo! My ass still hurts and that's even after my bro ate their cum outta of it!

Part 3: It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real. I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message. ”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?" Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification. "It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite." As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders. Shit. Was I going to do this? "Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?" A few minutes passed. “Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me." I could make that work. I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck. I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he? Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching. After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go. But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me. Fuck. ”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

Dan’s thumb hovered over the send button, his heart pounding as he stared at the text he’d just typed in answer to Jimmy's question about what he'd said during their four way with Carl. “Yeah, I’m serious,” he wrote, then hesitated. His fingers trembled as he added, “But I’m still scared.” He hit send, the words disappearing into the void of Jimmy’s inbox. The weight of his admission pressed on his chest, a mix of excitement and terror that left him breathless. The reply came almost instantly, as if Jimmy had been waiting. “Come over Sunday afternoon. Bring your PrEP. We’ll talk.” By Sunday, Dan’s nerves had twisted into a knot. He clutched his bottle of PrEP like a talisman as he rang the doorbell to Jimmy and Jason’s place. The door swung open, revealing Jimmy’s freckled face and a smirk that sent a shiver down Dan’s spine. “About time,” Jimmy said, stepping aside to let him in. “Jason’s in the kitchen. We’ve got something to propose.” Jason stood by the counter, his athletic frame casual yet commanding. He glanced up from the lockbox in his hands, his brown eyes locking onto Dan’s. Jimmy placed the lockbox on the table, its metal surface cold and unyielding. “Here’s the deal. We’re putting our meds in here. You put in your PrEP and promise not to get a refill. You get the key. If you don’t unlock it, in six weeks, our viral loads will be infectious and you’ll be barebacking with us, no protection. But if you change your mind before then, you open it, and we all start our meds again. Your choice.” Dan’s hands shook as he took the key, its weight heavier than its size suggested. “What if… what if I can’t do it?” Jason’s voice was firm but not unkind. “Then you open the box. But if you’re serious about this, you’ll find you want to stick it out. Discover which you end up choosing. That’s all we’re asking.” Dan nodded, his throat dry. “Okay. I’ll do it.” They placed their meds inside, the click of the lockbox sealing their pact. Jason clapped Dan on the shoulder, his grip tight. “Good. Now, let’s celebrate. We’re taking you to the baths. Sunday’s the perfect day—older crowd, more poz guys. You’ll fit right in.” The baths were a labyrinth of steam and shadows, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and desire. Dan clung to Jimmy and Jason as they navigated the dimly lit halls, his heart racing. The whispers of men echoed around them, the occasional moan breaking through the haze. “Relax,” Jimmy murmured, his hand brushing Dan’s lower back. “You’re safe here. And you’re gonna love it.” They led him to a private room, the door closing behind them with a soft click. Jason pressed Dan against the wall, his lips brushing his ear. “Ready to be shared?” Dan’s breath hitched as Jason’s hands roamed down his body. “Y-yes,” he managed, his voice trembling. Jimmy stepped forward, his green eyes dark with desire. “Good boy.” They took turns with him, their mouths and hands mapping every inch of his body. Jason’s cock slid into him first, slow and deliberate, his biohazard tattoo glinting in the low light. Dan gasped, his nails digging into Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the stretch. “That’s it,” Jason growled, his thrusts steady and deep. “Take it all.” Jimmy watched, his cock hard and leaking as he stroked himself. “My turn next. But first…” He leaned in, kissing Dan fiercely, their tongues tangling as Jason fucked him harder. The room grew hotter, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the space. Dan’s moans were raw, his inhibitions melting away as he surrendered to the pleasure. When Jason pulled out, Jimmy slid in, his uncut cock filling Dan completely. “Fuck, you’re nice and smooth,” Jimmy groaned, his hands gripping Dan’s hips. “Perfect for what we’ve got planned.” They moved as one, their rhythms syncing as they shared Dan’s body, their cocks sliding in and out of him with abandon. Dan’s head fell back, his breath ragged as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Not yet,” Jason commanded, his fingers brushing Dan’s leaking hole. “We’re taking you out there. Let everyone see what a good slut you are.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. They led him to the main orgy area, the steam swirling around them as they found an open space. Jason pushed Dan to his knees, his cock thrusting into Dan’s mouth as Jimmy positioned himself behind, sliding back into Dan’s eager hole. The whispers of the crowd grew louder, the air electric with voyeuristic desire. Dan’s mouth worked around Jason’s cock, his moans muffled as Jimmy pounded into him from behind. Hands reached out, touching, exploring, as strangers joined in, their cocks pressing against Dan’s chest, his back, his face. “That’s it,” Jimmy panted, his voice hoarse. “Take it all. Show them what you are.” Dan’s eyes fluttered closed, his body a conduit for their pleasure. He was no longer just Dan—he was their slut, their toy, their soon to be poz whore. The presence of the key back in the locker felt like a promise, a pact sealed in sweat and cum. Jason and Jimmy yielded Dan's ass to a series of other guys. Most of them were decades older. Some in good shape, others less so. As he took their cocks, Jason or Jimmy would take turns murmuring in his ear urging him to ride that poz cock or milk that poz load. He was moved around the room, to the sling and then the fuck bench. By the end of the afternoon Dan had taken 8 loads and felt very slutty. As the afternoon faded, Dan stood in the changing room, his breath ragged, his body still buzzing from the encounter. He stared at the key in his hand, its metal surface cool against his palm. The choice he’d made felt heavier now, the consequences more real. Six weeks. He closed his fist around the key, the weight of it settling deep in his chest. The fear was still there, but so was the excitement, the thrill of the unknown. He was no longer a neg guy on PrEP—he was something more, something wilder, something free.

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language. But I hope you will still have fun. Part 1 I knew early on that I was more interested in men than women. When I was young, I found some of my father's sex magazines. They were magazines about gay men. I was most interested in the stories where one man dominated another and fucked him regularly. I found stories in which the passive partner was forcibly locked in a chastity belt particularly horny. When I was 18, I took the opportunity to go to a sex store in the next biggest town. It was a normal sex store for heteros. I was quite nervous and only bought a few things, a cockring and a dildo. I wore the cockring almost all the time from then on, so I was always horny. I especially loved stimulating myself briefly until I cum, but then not letting myself come. Over time, I got better and better at this and after just a few weeks I was able to keep myself horny all the time. Whenever I was undisturbed, I fucked myself with the dildo, but also without letting myself come. About six months after my first visit to the sex store, I went there again. As I had been constantly stimulating myself for over two months without cumming, I was extremely horny. Besides my cockring, I only put on a T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Through the jeans, you could see my thick, extended 8.5“ cock and my big balls very clearly. I actually wanted to go to the same sex store as the first time, but on the way there I came across a gay sex store. So I decided to give it a try there. Visibly nervous, I entered the sex store and was amazed by what I saw. Not only was I pleasantly surprised by what I saw, but my horniness increased immeasurably. At first I just looked around the store. I immediately noticed three people in the sex store. Two employees, about 20 years old, who were dressed very sexy. Both were only wearing boots, jocks and a muslin shirt that exposed their fat pierced nipples. What was striking was that they both wore cuffs on their ankles, wrists and around their necks, which were secured with locks. Behind the counter stood a man of around 40 to 50 years of age dressed completely in leather. I immediately suspected that the boys were the leather man's slaves. I grabbed a shopping basket and headed for the books. I quickly found a book about how a boy was kept strictly chaste by his master. Then I looked around and found what I was looking for in the dildos and plugs. On the way to the jocks, I passed a small display case. It immediately took my breath away when I saw what was there. It was filled with all kinds of chastity devices. I stood in front of it for quite a while, so I didn't notice at first that one of the boys standing next to me. When I noticed him, I was a little startled, but he immediately put me at ease by addressing me. "Hi, I'm Mike. Are you interested in the chastity belts? You're welcome to try some." Somewhat taken by surprise, I just stammered "Yes, I would be happy to." He opened the showcase, took out a few items and just told me to follow him into the changing room. On the way to the changing room, he grabbed a few other items, went to the counter and was handed a small brown bottle by the leather guy. In the changing room, he asked me to strip completely. What I didn't realize at the time was that it wasn't the official changing room of the store, but that it was a bit out of the way. A little hesitantly, I undressed completely in front of him. When I stood naked in front of him, he immediately grabbed my stiff cock and commented appreciatively on what a hot piece I had between my legs. With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and without much resistance, he penetrated my hole with one finger. At the same time, he remarked that he could understand that with such a hot ass I would have to restrain my cock with a chastity belt. However, before I was to try on the various CBs, he wanted to prepare me accordingly. So he led me a few meters further to a shower. He put a cream on me and after a few minutes I had to shower it off. It took less than 10 minutes until I was completely depilated from the neck down. However, before I could get out of the shower, he came to me and said he needed to prepare me even better. I didn't immediately understand what he meant, but he reached into the bag with all the things he had collected and took out a small attachment for the shower hose. After a few minutes, he told me to bend forward. Then he pushed the attachment into my cunt and turned on lukewarm water. He rinsed my ass several times until only clear water ran out of me. He then filled another half liter of water into a bag and added a fairly large amount of white powder. After shaking the bag, he connected it to the metal tube and let the entire amount of water flow into me. He pulled the metal tube out of my ass and immediately sealed it with a plug he had chosen. Before I could say anything, I felt an intense burning sensation inside me. The boy just grinned broadly and asked if I could feel anything yet. I couldn't say anything to him, I just moaned really loudly. "Man, I'm so horny all of a sudden" I said to him. I could hardly control myself not to grab his cock, suck it hard and then let him fuck me. He seemed to guess my thoughts because he quickly pulled his jock down. I could immediately see that his cock was firmly locked in a chastity belt. "Unfortunately, I can't fuck you with my cock because it's been locked away in the CB for over two years. But our master will give you a good pounding and pump your ass full of his cum". I was just about to reply when I was kicked hard in the balls from behind. "Shut up, you pig!" I heard the leather guy from behind immediately afterwards as I went to my knees in pain. He grabbed me and pulled me up. "I love turning big cocks into very small cocks". He pushed my head down and I had to look down at my super small cock. "It won't get any bigger, I will teach you that and the chastity device that you will wear permanently from now on will make sure of that". He gave the slave boy a sign and within a few moments I had been fitted with a chastity cage. It was much smaller than the two boys'. Then I was pushed back into the shower and the plug was removed. After I had emptied myself, he pulled me to a bench and pushed me forward. My ass was well up in the air and I could already feel him squirting something into my ass. It burned like hell but after a short time my ass wanted to be filled. "Ha, ha, you cunt, does the pig need a fat cock"? I could already feel a fat glans on my hole and a fat PA. "I'm going to ride you in now my new slave and before you get out of here, your ass will be well filled with lots of cum". No sooner said than done. With one deep thrust he penetrated me completely.

Was on grindr and found a guy living just 2 floors down in my building He fucked me well. Was a quick and intense fuck as we both didn‘t have too much time Now I‘m sitting here with a load in my ass and waiting for my bf to get home 😉 Will meet the guy. It‘s just to convenient. Especially since we never discussed status

For a long time, I simply denied my sexual urges toward other men. I married a beautiful woman named Beth and we had a decent sex life, though it rapidly reduced to occasional intercourse. As I realized the biological male role didn’t arouse me, I began to imagine during sex that I was the woman sucking cock or being penetrated. This was much more of a turn on. Of course, I never told my wife. From there it was just a short step into fantasizing about other men and jerking off to gay porn. I always pretended I was the bottom – I just had no interest in topping another guy. I might have continued to limit my gay urges to fevered masturbation episodes if it hadn’t been for our new neighbor, Kyle. He moved into the house next door a few months ago. Kyle was gay and made no secret about it, wearing a rainbow pride necklace. On weekends, he would sometimes host fairly raucous parties with as many as a dozen male guests. It didn’t take much to guess what was going on. My fantasies expanded to participating in gay orgies at Kyle’s house. I also found Kyle himself to be incredibly attractive. He was a few years older than me (I just turned 30). He was tall and handsome, his body sculpted by long hours in the gym, with close-cropped beard and hair and clear blue eyes. I’m 5’8” and 150 pounds, so he was physically much bigger and more muscular – exactly the kind of male I fantasized about. When he was outside, working shirtless in his garden, sweat glistening on his torso, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He made me nervous in the same way I had been around pretty girls in high school and college, including Beth at first. If he was in his garden, I would find excuses to do my own yard work. I imagined what it would be like to lick his skin with his salty perspiration and then proceed to run my tongue along his cock, before he fucked my virgin ass. Although he was very friendly, I found it hard to talk to him very much. I guess I didn’t trust my ability to control myself without saying something that would give away my lust for him. I was sure he noticed my attention (no doubt he recognized male desire and had been the object of a lot of it) and found it amusing. Beth noticed it, too. One day, after she, Kyle, and I had been talking together at the edge of our yard, she said to me, “Andy, I think you have a crush on Kyle. You keep staring at his body and you get all tensed up when he’s around.” I tried to laugh it off. “Oh, baby, that’s just silly,” I replied. She stared at me. “I know what you’re like when you’re attracted to someone, sweetie. Remember, that’s how you were when we first met.” I didn’t have a good answer. I couldn’t admit she was right, even to myself. Beth just wouldn’t let it go. In the weeks that followed, if she saw Kyle in his garden, she would tease me. “Honey, your boyfriend is outside.” Our sex life ceased entirely. She would rebuff my advances, once going so far as to suggest maybe Kyle would be interested. Finally, she said, “If you don’t do something about your man crush on Kyle, I will.” “Oh, god, you’re not going to tell him, are you?” I realized that I had stopped denying my infatuation. “Sweetie, I don’t have to tell him. Believe me, he already knows.” I blushed beet red. “How?” “It’s obvious, Andy, from the way you look at him, the way you act when he’s around. You’re flustered when he speaks to you. Your tongue is practically hanging out.” “So, what are you going to do?” She smiled and winked at me, but refused to say more. Later that afternoon, I looked out the window and saw Beth and Kyle deep in conversation, looking occasionally at our house. They were both smiling and seemed happy. When I asked her later what they’d been talking about, she gave me an evasive answer. The following Saturday afternoon, my wife announced she had a special work assignment and would be gone until the evening. It was unusual but I gave it little thought. When she left, I went outside to trim the hedges next to Kyle’s garden, hoping to watch him without him being aware. Instead, he saw me immediately and came into our yard to chat. I thought he was flirting with me and I started to reciprocate. Filled with mounting desire, I realized I had to act. “Would you like to come in for a cold one?” I blurted out. Kyle gave me a big smile. “Sounds perfect.” His eyes held mine for a long time. I turned and walked back up the path into our house. He followed. I could feel his eyes on my butt, and I wiggled it as I walked. Once inside, I grabbed a couple of beers, handed him one, and sat on the living room couch. He stood over me, his crotch level with my eyes, I stared at it and watched a bulge form as his cock hardened. I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was thrilled at the thought that he was getting aroused. I felt myself getting hard. I looked up into his eyes and said, “Why don’t you have a seat?” “Good idea,” he answered. Then, even though it’s a long couch and there were a couple of other comfy chairs, he planted himself so close beside me that our arms, hips, and thighs touched. I could smell his sweat. My head was swimming that I was in such close contact as this beautiful Adonis. Then a looked at his short-shorts and saw the smooth head of his dick emerge out from the leg opening as he got even harder. “Holy fuck!” I thought to myself, completely entranced at the sight. Kyle was in complete control and he knew it. He set his beer down on the coffee table, then took mine and put it down. He began to stroke the inside of my thigh. I felt a fire of desire rise within me. He gazed into my eyes. “Andy, let me make this easy on you. I know you’re attracted to me. I think you’re hot, too. I think it’s time we acted on our feelings.” Then he leaned toward me, wrapped one arm around my shoulders, and held my chin with his other hand. His lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss. I sighed deeply. His kiss became more passionate, his tongue invading my mouth. My hands found his torso and ran along his well-defined muscles. I loved the sensation as his stubble and my short beard rubbed against each other – this wasn’t at all like kissing my wife or any woman. I thought, This is what it feels like to kiss a man, and I love it! Kyle paused our kisses and said, “I could use a shower.” I knew he meant both of us. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. “Just cancelled an appointment I had. I’m free for the whole afternoon.” We walked upstairs and into the primary bathroom, which had a large shower. Beth and I liked to shower together, though that had ended when Kyle came into our life and she had refused to have sex with me. I quickly stripped and faced Kyle. He tossed away his shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts. Now I could see his entire cock. It looked huge to my inexperienced eyes. I had a moment of doubt – how could I ever get all of that meat into my mouth or my tight ass? Kyle turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to get warm, he embraced me. His tongue found mine and his hands roamed over my back and butt, his index finger probing my sensitive hole. I pulled back from his kiss and ran my tongue down his neck, tasting that delicious, sweat-coated skin I had so often fantasized about. Then I licked and bit his nipples, which stiffened under my attention. “Oh, that feels good,” he said, holding my head in place as a sign to continue. My tongue found its way down to his chiseled abs before he stopped me by saying, “More of this after we clean up.” It was unlike any shower I had taken before. We kissed and we played with each other’s cocks. Then he soaped my ass and inserted two fingers deep inside me. I felt a new warmth in my ass. “This is soon to be a cunt, Andy. Are you ready?” “Oh, yes,” I gasped. “I’ve been wanted this for a long time.” He laughed. “I know. I can tell when a guy wants to fuck. You showed all the signs.” “Funny, but that’s what Beth said.” “Well, women can often tell when a guy is gay. A sixth sense.” “Even when they’re married to one?” I asked. “Especially when they’re married to one.” We finished and toweled each other until we were both dry. I led Kyle by the hand into the bedroom I shared with my wife. We pulled back the blanket and top sheet. Then Kyle sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to the floor. I kneeled in front of him. His hard cock was just a couple of inches from my face. I stroked it firmly and it seemed to swell even more. Kyle moaned. Then I leaned forward and began to lick the smooth, mushroom-shaped head. I was rewarded with a little taste of salty precum. So delicious! I opened my mouth and began to take him in, just a little more with each suck. He rested his hands on my head and said, “Take your time, Andy. I know you’ve been wanting this. We should both enjoy it.” And we did. I loved running my tongue along the shaft, feeling the raised veins, and then licking his heavy balls. I knew what they held. I wanted his seed. No, I needed it, deep inside me. I couldn’t take his full length without gagging and he didn’t try to force me. I could feel his tension rising and I wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I also suspected he had other ideas. I soon learned I was correct. Kyle pulled back and said, “I need to fuck you.” It was both a statement of fact and a command. He stood up. I understood what was expected. I lay down on the bed, my head on a pillow. Kyle joined me on his knees. He took another pillow and slid it under my butt. He lifted my legs toward my chest and I gripped them to give him a clear view of my tight, clenched hole. Then I felt his stubble between my butt cheeks. Warm breath, then an even warmer and very wet tongue, around my hole. I felt myself relaxing into a delicious trance, everything focused on one very sensitive spot on my body. His tongue found its way inside me. Little bolts of erotic energy radiated from my ass, reaching all the way to my toes. “I think you’re ready to be fucked,” Kyle announced. “I prefer bareback, but that’s your call. The last time I tested I was negative, but that was a while back. I’ve hosted some parties since then. I don’t use PrEP.” In all my fantasies about him, I took him raw. I wasn’t about to let anything come between us now. “No condom,” I replied. “That’s good, because I don’t have any rubbers with me.” Kyle applied some lube to his dick and worked some into my hole. Then he placed the tip against my hole. “Your ass is about to become a cunt, Andy. Do you like the way that sounds? A cunt.” “Yes, baby. That sounds really hot. Turn my ass into a cunt.” I felt a burning sensation. At first, I didn’t think he would fit, but his steady pressure and my determination to relax and let him enter me did the trick. (The lube helped, too.) I felt my sphincter ease and then he was inside me. “God, you’re so big!” I murmured. “Honey, that’s just the head,” Kyle replied, smiling. “There’s a lot more.” “I want it all.” Slowly Kyle went deeper. The fullness was exquisite. My entire body quivered with the deepest pleasure I had ever experienced. For a moment I thought of Beth and how this was how she must have felt when I was inside her. But that thought vanished as I was lost in my own pleasure. After a few minutes – time no longer had any meaning – I felt Kyle’s pubic hair brush up against my ass cheeks. He lay forward atop me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, thrilled by his muscular body as I ran my hands along his back and arms. He kissed me deeply and explored my mouth with his tongue. When he paused, I smiled and said, “You’re so deep inside me, Kyle. It feels like your cock is going to come all the way out of my throat.” He liked hearing I thought he had a big cock, even though he knew his was my first. He raised himself up and I slid my legs into the crook of his elbows. Now he began to move in and out, each thrust sending a charge through my entire body. “Pump your cock to match my rhythm,” he grunted. I did as he said, even though I just wanted to focus on the pleasure in my ass. My cock got very hard as I stroked it. I felt something building inside me. Kyle was grunting; I was whimpering, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me.” My load exploded, spurts of my sticky, slick cum flying across my abdomen. The spasming in my ass gripped Kyle’s cock in tight pulses, and he erupted a few seconds later in deep rapid thrusts. I felt a strange wetness inside me. Kyle had seeded me. I loved the sensation. After a few minutes, he softened inside me and then slipped out. We turned on our sides, him behind me with his strong arm wrapped possessively around me, and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were sensual, about Kyle and other men, all of us together and all of them fucking me. As I started to awaken, I became aware that someone else had entered the room. Then I heard Beth’s soft voice. “Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like two gay men in my bed. Looks like they’ve been fucking in my bed.” Kyle sat up. “Hi, Beth. You were right. Andy is into guys.” It dawned on me that they had planned this encounter. “You texted her before, right?” I said to Kyle. “Yup,” he answered, kissing my neck. “Hope you’re not angry with me, honey.” I turned and gave him a deep tongue kiss. “Not at all, baby.” “Well, I’m angry, Andy” Beth said, smiling. She didn’t seem angry at all. “First, you lied about not having a crush on Kyle. Second, you cheated on me, and with a man no less. And third, you’re obviously a faggot, and you kept denying who you really are. Kyle, I think Andy needs to be punished.” “OK,” he answered. “On your hands and knees, Andy, facing Beth.” I did as I was told. Kyle moved behind me, eased my legs apart, pumped his cock a few times, and thrust it inside of me. He wasn’t gentle this time. I grunted as he penetrated me. I took a deep breath. It hit me that I was being fucked by another man while me wife stood in front of me, watching. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was by the scene. SMACK! Kyle’s hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. “Ouch!” I cried; Beth’s eyes widened. SMACK! “Thank you, Kyle,” I said. Several more slaps followed, until my ass cheeks felt very warm. With each blow I saw Beth’s eyes blink. I rested on my elbows. She kneeled in front of me and gripped my hands. “You shouldn’t have lied to me,” she said. “I know,” I answered. Several more loud smacks followed. Then Kyle stopped and lay on my back. I let go of Beth’s hands, and Kyle gripped mine. He developed a nice in-and-out motion. I turned my head to kiss him. “Fuck me, Kyle,” I urged. “Fuck me hard and cum inside me again.” I was soon rewarded by another powerful orgasm. I looked up at Beth. She had a strange, knowing expression on her face. Then she turned and walked out of the room. An hour later, Kyle and I dressed and went downstairs. Beth was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, as though nothing had happened. It seemed surreal. Kyle walked over to her, gave her a hug, and said I was welcome to stay at his house for a while until we had sorted things out. Over dinner Beth and I decided I should accept his offer. What he didn’t say was the offer included my first sex party with other men, the next weekend. Eight guys, all well-built. Kyle had told them about me. It was all bareback sex, and by the end of day two every one of them had fucked me at least once. Several had biohazard tattoos, so there wasn’t much doubt about their status. Kyle decided we should live together. Beth and I began to transform our relationship, from husband-and-wife to single-woman-and-gay-best-friend. She even started to talk about the men she was dating and how they were in bed. A few weeks later, I got really sick. Both Kyle and I got ourselves tested, and we were both positive. I can’t be sure he was the one who pozzed me, but I still like to think of him as my baby daddy. After all, like a good neighbor, he was there.

"The Piper" sounds like a Top to me.

Hey there, I've been lurking in this forums for years but now that I'm poz I thought I might as well start posting here. I'm a gay guy from Germany who is into bareback (obviously) and I have a suit and tie kink! Absolutely love getting bred by men and doing the most unspeakable things while dressed well hehe!

I went to the local sleazy sex club, Slammer. It was a warm Saturday night and the place was busy. I stripped down to a black mesh Breedwell jock and yellow/black harness, put on a yellow arm band and took a tour of the place. Went right to the piss room...no one really there, but it had definitely been used. So I went on to one of the dark rooms. Inside there were about 12 guys. Toward the back some were playing, and toward the front there were about 5 guys just handing out, rubbing their bulge. One short thin Asian or Latin guy was watching me, so I went over to him and grabbed his cock. Started stroking him and he instantly got hard. He didn't seem to mind at all, so I got on my knees and sucked his dick. It wasn't huge or thick, but it had a great curve and was leaking tons of pre. I stood up, lubed his cock put a bit on my hole again. I spun around and hit my poppers as i pushed my ass on his cock. He just held still and let me slide it into me...working my ass back on his cock, he slide in balls deep and I rode his dick as he pressed his back against the wall. I milked it and moaned, riding it. I begged him to cum in me and then he started to fuck into me. That got him to use my hole and without any warning he clenched and shot balls deep in my ass. I thanked him and he laughed...he thanked me. Then I went to the other dark room. That one was busier. I tried the same trick with a daddy bear who was stroking his cock. I went up to him and grabbed it. I could tell he wasn't pretty, but it was dark and his slimed cock felt good in my hand. I spun around and lined his cock up. He pushed right in as I hit my poppers. Using the last load for lube. He grunted and fucked into me harder. I noticed guys were really watching... and a guy in his clothes.... T shirt and baggy shorts, but fit and with a nice hard cock tenting. He kinda looked Middle Eastern, but it was hard to tell. The daddy grunts and shoots balls deep in my hole. He pulled out and i sucked him clean as a fat older guy with a huge cock (I mean thick as hell) pushed into me. I hit the poppers to let him in. Fucked me for a bit then left. Then another younger guy with a nice dick fucked me. I saw a daddy jerking harder near me and he whispered that he was gonna cum soon. I moved off one dick and got my ass over to him. He grabbed my hips and pushed in. Fucked me for about 30 seconds then came. I took a break and walked around. Caught the eye of an older Asian guy. We went into a private room. Made out and I sucked his cock while he moaned about how he wanted to fuck me. I bent over on the wall and he slid into my ass. The room is small...barely enough for 2 people. Dark and with a bench, swinging door and 3 walls. Guys outside could tell I was getting fucked. I'm not sure how long it took, but he eventually shot his load in me without asking. Next stop was back to the piss room to see what would happen. I walked in and one guy was just finishing pissing on another guy in the tub. Hot! I got in too and started sucking the dick that just pissed, tasting a bit of it. A few guys walked in to watch, mostly gawkers. One white guy with longer dark hair and tats all over came up and started to piss on me. Soaking me while I loved every drop.... sucked some from his cock and as he finished I started to blow him. The other guy in the tub started to play with my ass, then sliding his dick up into me while I sucked that tatted guy, who asked if I wanted him to fuck me. I nodded and the other guy stopped. Got out of the tub and bent over against the wall to take the tatted dick. Got fucked real nice but not hard. Piss dried on me while taking dick until I heard him quietly cum. Didn't say a word or hardly make notice of his load going in me. My ass was definitely leaking. The room died down so I went to the smaller dark room. It was only busy in the back. About 6 guys hanging out and there was the Middle Eastern guy in the very back corner. An older bottom slut was trying to make a move on him but it wasn't working. I positioned myself in front of the older bottom with the Middle Eastern facing me. To my right was a bench built into the wall. I ran my finger down his chest. He barked, "Fuck it!" and grabbed me, spun me around, grabbed my hips and started to push his raw dick up my ass. It all happened so fast. I was just standing in front of him and then his cock was barebacking my cummy ass. It was such a hot dick, perfect size. He didn't hesitate to push right in and start fucking me into the bench. I put my hands up to bace myself and stop my head from slamming into the wall. He was quiet, but he fucked hard and fast. I moaned and begged him, "yeah, fuck my faggot ass raw. Use it!" He loved hearing that. I know because he fucked me harder when I said it. So I continued. Moaning and begging him to fuck me. Telling him to use me. He fucked hard and the wall shook. We kept going for a while. To my right was a group of guys watching but I couldn't see how many. He had me totally facing the wall in the dark just begging him to fuck my ass. He clearly loved the anon random exhibition aspect. Fucking deep into me. I knew I need his anon load in my guts. I moaned, "fuck yeah, knock me up with that raw dick! Shoot your dirty load up my ass and knock me up!" He fuckin LOVED that. He started fucking me hard as hell. I begged him to breed me and knock me up over n over. He slammed into my ass so hard, shaking the entire room. He didn't say he was going to cum, he just started cumming and screaming. Loudly moaning as he shot. I could feel the heat from his load shoot up into my guts as he just fucked every drop balls deep into me. After he finished, he slowly slid out. My ass wet. He put his cock away and just left. I sucked a few more guys and got fucked at least 2 more times. The rest of the night was a haze. The lights came on and they closed the place so I had to leave. I want home and jerked off to the Middle Eastern guy "knocking me up" and wondered if he really was poz or if he just loved the dirty talk.

I was at the notorious Claireville Conservation Park last Saturday night, cruising for some action. I pulled up next to a car and spotted a hot guy jerking off, his cock glistening in the moonlight. I was in a hoodie, blending into the shadows, and he hadn't noticed me yet. I stepped out of my car, dropped my pants, and exposed my bare ass to him, leaning against the car for a smoke. I didn't realize he had snuck up behind me until I felt his breath on my neck. He whispered huskily, "Don't look back. Bend over the seat." His voice was a mix of threat and promise. "I'll fuck you right here, and you won't be able to find me after." My heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. I did as he said, bending over and exposing myself completely. He was rock hard, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside me, stretching me wide. "Sniff these," he commanded, offering me a bottle of poppers. I took a hit, and the world spun as he pounded into me, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last. He grunted with each movement, his body slapping against mine. "Take it, you little slut," he growled, and I complied, pushing back against him, wanting more. He came with a roar, filling me with his hot load. He pulled out sharply, leaving me empty and aching. He slapped my ass hard, the sting mixing with the pleasure still coursing through my veins. As I came out of my haze, I realized he was gone, leaving me wanting more. The guys in the other two cars had been watching, and they approached me, their eyes hungry. "Stay just like that," one of them ordered, and I did, ready for more. They took turns, each one fucking me hard and deep, leaving me with three loads inside me. But they left without a word, leaving me high and dry, my own cock still hard and unfulfilled. I drove home, my body still tingling, and rode my 9-inch dildo attached to my fuck machine, finally finding release as I relived the night's events.

The sun beat down on the trio as they settled onto their towels, the warm sand shifting beneath them. Dan lay on his back, his eyes closed, the weight of the day already pressing on his chest. The beach was alive with the sounds of laughter, waves crashing, and the occasional call of seagulls overhead. It was a typical day at the gay nude beach, but for Dan, it felt anything but ordinary. Carl broke the silence, his voice low and curious. "So, Dan, how you holding up? The waiting, I mean. And the meds locked away. It’s gotta be driving you wild, right?" Dan hesitated, his fingers tracing patterns in the sand. "Yeah, it is. I mean, I’m horny all the time. It’s like this constant ache, you know? But I’m still not sure what I’m gonna do. It’s… a lot to think about." Jason, lying beside him, propped himself up on one elbow, his brown eyes narrowing slightly. "You’re not the only one who’s turned on by this, Dan. The whole situation, it’s fucking hot. But let me be clear—if you back out now, I’m not going back on my meds for a while. I’ll find someone else to infect. Someone who’s ready to take what I’m offering." Carl’s eyes lit up, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face. "Fuck, Jason, remember when you and Jimmy infected me? It was the best feeling in the world. Taking load after load, feeling your virus in me. I was finally becoming the poz slut you showed me I’d always wanted to be." Jason nodded, his voice low and intense. "That’s the power of it, Carl. Knowing I’m spreading my virus, creating perfect sluts. It’s not just about the sex—it’s about the transformation. The surrender." Dan shifted uncomfortably, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced around the beach, his eyes landing on two older bears watching them from a distance. Their gazes were hungry, appraising. Carl followed his line of sight and smirked. "Looks like we’ve got an audience. Those bears over there, they’re definitely interested. What do you say, Dan? Ready to give them a show?" Dan’s throat went dry, but he nodded, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Yeah, alright. Let’s do it." Carl and Dan stood, brushing the sand off their bodies, and began walking toward the trails that led to the more secluded areas of the beach, Carl carrying a small bag with lube, poppers and cum rags. The bears followed, their eyes locked on the two younger men. The air grew thicker, heavier, as they moved into the shadows of the trees. In a small clearing, away from prying eyes, the bears approached. They were burly, their bodies covered in thick hair, their eyes dark with desire. Without a word, Carl and Dan turned to face them, their bodies tense with anticipation. The taller bear grabbed Dan, pulling him close, his hands roaming over his body. Dan gasped as the man’s rough fingers traced his chest, his abs, before sliding down to his cock. The bear’s lips crashed against his, their tongues tangling in a hungry kiss. Meanwhile, the shorter bear pushed Carl against a tree, his hands gripping Carl’s hips as he lined up his thick, uncut cock with Carl’s waiting hole. Carl rubbed some lube on the bear's dick. Then he took a hit of poppers and moaned, his head falling back, as the bear thrust inside him, filling him completely. Dan was pushed to his knees, the taller bear’s cock in his hand. He looked up, his eyes meeting the bear’s, before he leaned forward, taking the man’s length into his mouth. He sucked greedily, his cheeks hollowing as he swallowed every inch. Carl tossed the taller bear the bottle of lube and the poppers. He took a hit, handed the poppers to Dan and told him to turn around. As Dan inhaled, he delighted in the feeling of the bear's fat mushroom head breaching his hole and sliding inside his ass. Being in the outdoors, listening to the grunts as Carl took the other bear's raw fuck, knowing anyone might wander by and see them made Dan feel so slutty. This was going to be such a good fuck. The bears were relentless, their bodies moving in rhythm, their grunts and moans filling the air. Carl and Dan took turns riding the bears’ raw cocks, their bodies slick with sweat, their holes stretching to accommodate the thickness. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure through them, their moans echoing in the semi-secluded space. The two tops chatted to each other about Dan and Carl's holes, commenting on what good sluts they were. The guys finally made a choice about who was going to cum in who. The shorter bear picked up his rhythm fucking Dan against a tree and told him he wad going to give Dan his hot load. "Do it," Dan begged as the cock erupted deep in him. Then he heard the other bear asking Carl if he was ready to be recharged, and Carl saying "fuck yeah," followed by a loud moan from his top as the guy came. When it was over, the bears pulled out, their cocks glistening with cum. They stood there, breathing heavily, their eyes locked on Carl and Dan. Carl passed them a cum rag, and they cleaned each other off and tossed the rag back to him. Without a word, they turned and walked away, disappearing into the trails. Carl and Dan cleaned themselves up, their bodies still trembling from the encounter. They made their way back to where Jason was waiting, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. As they lay back down on the towels, Jason discreetly moved towards Dan, his hands reaching out to finger Dan's hole. He then put his finger in his mouth, a sly smile on his face. "Tastes poz," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. The three lay together, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air. Dan’s expression was unreadable, his mind racing. He was caught between desire and fear, between the thrill of surrender and the unknown consequences. Jason’s hand rested on Dan’s shoulder, his touch both comforting and possessive. "You’re getting to be such a hot slut Dan. Can't wait to add my load in there. Wanna head back to the bushes in a bit?" The beach around them buzzed with life, but in that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the three of them. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the sand, as Dan sat there, his heart pounding, his mind swirling with thoughts he couldn’t yet articulate. But yes, he wanted Jason's poz and increasingly toxic load to mix with the one he'd already collected. "Give me 15," he said.

Part 2: I knew these people were out there. I heard about some of the sleazier hookup sites from titles in breeding videos. A4A bottom with tight ass milks daddy top. Anon Sniffies top breeds me deep. Trick from BBRT takes load. There wasn't much for me on there, right? But I couldn't stay away, and one afternoon, the call got to be too strong. I opened up Safari (private browsing, of course), typed in BBRT, and started to sign up. I felt my cock starting to get harder as I began filling out the fields. Username: thicktopguy7 (the 7 was a bit of rounding up, but this was a hookup app). I entered my location, and began filling out the other fields. 27, 5'10, 170, average body hair. Cock? Large/ Cut. Race? White. Status: Negative. Smoker? No. Position? Top. Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Ask Me. I was just here to look around. Take Loads Anal: No. Looking for HIV status? Negative Only. Then it was time to write my profile text, and I felt my heart beat faster. Maybe it's best to keep it brief. Headline: Thick cocked top, looking to explore. Profile text: Horny guy new to BBRT and new to this. Looking around for now. Upload photos? Fuck no. Then it was to the main screen, and a new world was suddenly visible. My mouth felt dry, and my cock throbbed. The profile names alone started to set me off, and reading the lists of intos made it worse. There seemed to be bottoms everywhere, looking for now, ready to get fucked til they were dripping. The grainy photo quality both pissed me off and made it hotter. It felt sleazy and secret, like this was a website that should have been shut down years ago. There were some fucking hot guys here: smooth sub bottoms with pretty holes that begged to be stuffed full of cock. Not many face pics, which made sense – who'd want to be seen here? And then there were the top profiles. Even though I topped, I could appreciate a good cock. And there were some big, gorgeous cocks on there. Why were all these barebackers so hung? I found myself getting even harder reading the tops' profiles. Daddy breeder looking for NSA. Discreet Latino needs head. Fuck it, I need to jerk off. I opened a new window, and went right for a favorite in my bookmarks of a guy fucking an anon bottom, ass up. He savors every stroke in this hole, starting off quiet until he can't hold back, and starts growling and grunting as he gets closer and closer to filling him up. I let it play and went back to browsing BBRT, idly stroking my cock through my underwear every now and then. I started looking through more of the profiles, and one caught my eye. BreederSeederTop. Online now. 42, large uncut cock. Top. The small photo made it hard to see the fine details of what he looked like, but I could make out a muscular chest with a good coating of fuzzy hair, stubble on his chin, a wolfish grin, and the base of a thick cock. Fuck. His profile made me throb. "Never pull out. Raw is law. Into a lot, as long as my load ends up in your hole. A breeding you won't forget. Bi, straight, gay, discreet, married, whatever, just bend over. Public, groups, anon are a plus." My eyes flicked down the page: Give Loads Oral: Yes. Take Loads Oral: Yes. Give Loads Anal: Yes. Take Loads Anal: No. Your Status: No Preference. My status: Ask Me. I looked back up at the rest of his profile. "Huge loads. The only good condom is a broken one." Fuck. I started writing him a message. “Hey. Fucking hot profile. 27 year old top guy, new to BBRT, how's it going? Sorry I don't have any pics, I'm a bit shy haha. Never been on a site like this before :p” I hit send and then closed the window. Too much, too fast. But I opened another window a minute later, and checked to see if he'd viewed my profile. He had. My heart quickened, and then I saw the new message alert. I clicked. “Hey, thanks. Not much. I've got a big load saved up and nowhere to put it yet. What are you up to shy boy? Got any pictures?” I hadn't expected to hear back from him. What now? My instinct to delete the message was strong, but my cock twitched again, and I started writing back. “I'm just setting up my profile and looking around. No pictures right away, sorry. I know that's kind of lame, but I don't want anyone to I know to see me here. I don't fuck bareback. Unfortunately, I'm a good boy haha” A few long minutes of waiting, and then another notification. “OK, good boy, that's fine for now. But why are you on a BB site if you don't fuck raw? And messaging tops? It's how we were made to fuck. If I don't breed every day or two, I start to go insane. There's no better feeling than unloading deep into a tight ass, lubed with spit and precum.” I wrote back. “Fuck, I bet dude 😜 It's hard to explain but I saw some bareback porn a while ago and it really got in my head, man. I can't stop thinking about it haha. Trust me, I've always wanted to fuck raw, but the craving keeps getting worse and worse. Honestly, I was horny and jerking off today and just decided to look around here, but that's all I'm really doing. You're hot as fuck though lol” Sent. I waited a few minutes, saw he'd opened the message and waited for a reply. “I get it, boy. I used condoms when I was a younger top, but those natural urges are strong. I listen to mine. I've bred every bottom I've fucked for a decade now, and I'm never going back to being good. Being bad is better. What turns you on about it? What was the video?” Boy? That's what I called bottoms. But at the same time, it didn't feel bad. It felt kinda good. I let it go for now. “Haha, it's hard to describe, but it just feels right.” I stopped typing. How much do I let on? Fuck it. “The video? It's a bit twisted, but... it was a guy topping a bottom, doggy style, with a condom, and he cut the tip off and came inside him. I'm sure it was fake, but it made me cum so fucking hard man.” Another few minutes of waiting. I could feel myself clenching my jaw. Another new message. “Good boys like you shouldn't be into stealthing. Although maybe you're not a good boy after all? I wonder if the video was one of mine 😈” Fuck. “Fuck dude. You've done it before? What was it like?” I looked at his profile while I waited a few more minutes. My status: Ask me. New message. “Fuck yeah. How do you think I've bred so many asses? My load always ends up inside, one way or another. I don't usually record it, but I have a few videos in my private collection. I could show you at my place sometime. When are you free?” This was too much. I rubbed my cock a few times through my underwear, and felt myself about to cum. I got my cock out just in time and gasped as I began to shoot. Fuck. I painted my chest, six or seven shots of cum, grunting with each throb. I took a few deep breaths, but my heart was still racing, and I still had the browser tab open. I looked back at his profile for a second, considered my options, hit the block button, and closed the window.

Ever the prescient one, aren'tcha 😇

I had met this guy while travelling, and he wanted to show me a good time!

yessssssss finallly ... looking for that so much!!!!!

two pieces of advice come to mind: 1. try to accept that it might not even be about you. cruising areas always have a % of nervous guys who are either newbies or jaded and feel something about you reminds them of the cop who did arrest them in this very spot last year 2. lean in and work it. if you give off a str8 cop vibe, most gays will be on you like flies on shit. work that porn rollplay angle and they'll be nice to officer friendly before you make them do "hard time" 😈

Makes good sense to me. A few years back a top I hooked up with would invite me over whenever his wife was visiting family in Colombia. There was a time she was gone for over a month and he has me over almost every night. He was one of those tiny guys with a crazy huge dick. He loved to rim, stay hard for hours, and could fuck and seed multiple times.

So for the last 4 weeks I’ve been getting involved with really hot anonymous hookups, which has lead to some intense booming for hours afterwards. Yesterday was the opposite. I didn’t jerk off for like 5 days so I gooned all night Sunday. But I was still horned as fuck so after work I stopped at the ABS closest to home. I had no interest, desire or intention of getting off. I just wanted to be a total cum hole. The place is pretty full of guys but not much action going on. I end up locking eyes with some dude in his late 20s and totally unkempt, like he spent the whole weekend in the basemen playing games. He sees me looking and he hops in to a glory hole booth so I jump into the adjacent one. He pushes through a beer can sized dick that looked amazing. It wasn’t long but oh so thick and dripping precum. I didn’t even bother to blow him. I just added some spit to his tip with my tongue. Took a hit of poppers and backed on him. He worked in and started pumping and came in an about 2 minutes. He stayed hard inside me and started again. This time he went for about 15 minutes and flooded me again. In that time I realize he came buckets because everything was getting really sloppy. I just took it while never touching my dick in any way. So now it’s getting a bit rank so I had to tidy up. This guy literally just gave me a cum enema. So once I tidied up and come back i see that that he is still stroking so we go into a larger booth together. Spins me around pulls my clothes down and works back in, bends me over and grabs me by the hips. He starts pummeling me for another 20 minutes. In that time I didn’t exist. I was high on poppers and just a real live flashlight for him to fuck into. And this time he came buckets. Cum was pouring out of me and down my legs. He just pushed me out of the way and left me there with the door open. I ran out of napkins to clean up so I just went home my clothes dripping cum. I have never been that degraded in a hookup like that, just something to be ejaculated in and discarded. Total worthlessness. It was so profound. Im going to try to do a repeat tonight.

It was a few hours later when I finally awoke. I was on my bed, nude. A towel was stretched beneath me, and it was mostly damp from me sweating profusely. I struggled to sit up and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness in my room I realized it must be night time. I was hit with a wave of nausea, and I struggled to jump off the bed. Just barely I made it to the toilet and began throwing up, hard. Thankfully there wasn't much in my stomach, so after the first heave or two it was mostly just my stomach trying desperately to react in the way my brain was asking it to. I felt a hand on my upper back, right between my shoulders, and my head snapped up in shock. "It's okay, just remember to breathe." It was G, there in my bathroom. He was kneeling beside me as a final heave caused my head to fly forward and down. I grabbed a bit of toilet paper and wiped my mouth and nose, and flushed it all down the toilet. Gerry helped me to my feet, though I was wobbly and unsteady. I felt gross, sweaty all over, exhausted, and my ass was as sore as I had ever felt it. I had broken flashes of us in the woods, me on my back accepting cock into my ass. I began to lose my balance and I fell forward gently up against G. At that moment my eyes began to focus and I realized I was up against his hairy chest, my eyes looking just below my head at his POZ chest tattoo. My eyes drifted down and in that moment I realized we were both naked. In the time I had been asleep, G had apparently texted Dirk--who knew where I lived--and gotten a destination for where to take me. He had fished my house keys from my soiled shorts in his backpack, and had managed to carry that and me into my apartment. He had carried me back to my bedroom, fetched a towel, and laid me out. He had pulled the clothes he had lent me off and, with our pile of soiled clothes and his spare outfit as well, started a quick load of laundry to clean them all up. I didn't realize it in the moment, but he had also lifted my legs and removed the butt plug from my ass. I stood there, braced up against him. Slowly he shuffled us over to the shower, and he reached inside and started the water. He held his hand out, checking the temperature, and when it was just warm enough to not be hot for me, he helped me in, following me right behind. He slid the glass door shut and held me against him, my back on his chest as the water cascade down on me. Reaching forward, he grabbed a bar of soap and gently began rubbing it all over the front of me. He stepped back just a bit and then began soaping up my back. With a sufficient lather worked up, he stepped forward again and slowly rocked himself against my back, cleaning his own chest in the process. I felt his cock beginning to rise between my ass cheeks, and as he returned the soap to the hanging shelf beneath the showerhead, he grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a bit into his hand. He stepped back again and as he began to rub some into my hair, I felt his cock head rise up to meet my ass. He rinsed my hair, being careful to keep the soap from my eyes, and then again took the bar of soap in his hand. He dropped behind me, his right arm still reaching up and around my front, keeping me upright. He used his left arm to gently push my legs apart a bit and began soaping up my legs, my balls, and my cock. My ass however, was not to be soaped. He put the bar of soap on the shower floor in front of me, and using his free hand pulled my left ass cheek out, giving him a clear view of my hole. He dove in with his tongue and began cleaning around my hole. He spit a few times on my hole, but proceeded each time to use his tongue to swirl his saliva around. He pulled his face away and stood up behind me, but didn't release his grip on my left cheek. Instead, he positioned his rock hard member and slid most of the way into my ass in one go. I grimaced a bit and fell back on him, driving a bit more of his cock into my ass. He wrapped me up in a bear hug and began pile-driving my ass. Given it had been a few hours, he didn't last long, and I felt him pull me back against him as his hips thrust forward and his cum rocketed into my hole yet again. He remained hard, even as his thrusting subsided, and with a final couple passes under the showerhead, he turned off the water and opened the door. We stepped out of the shower together, him still buried in my ass. He grabbed a towel he had laid on the sink and proceeded to towel our torsos off. Needing to step back to dry our lower halves, he pulled back and yanked his cock out of my ass. I heard the sound of a glob of cum hit the floor, and as he toweled us off I felt him kiss both cheeks. With ourselves dried from the shower, and me still wobbly and warm, he guided me to the bed. He pulled off the damp towel I had woken up on, and gently laid me on the bed on my right side, crawling on himself and spooning himself up behind me. He slid his right arm through and under my right armpit, and pulled me close. He reached down and with his left hand guided his still-erect, hooded member to my ass; he slid it right up into me in one push and returned me to a bear hug in my bed. Gently he rocked his cock inside my ass, and I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. He would deposit another three loads in my ass over the course of the night, never once slowing to cum, never withdrawing, and with the feverish heat radiating from my body never needing to put us under the covers.

DON'T EVER LET YOURSELF FALL FOR A MARRIED MAN Married Mike and I carried on playing for a few months and stayed in touch for years. He was a very sexy guy, and I think we developed a bit of an unhealthy attraction for each other, considering his domestic situation. I know this was true for me. He talked once about meeting up on a Saturday afternoon just to go to a movie together – in essence, a date -- but it never happened. I think Mike was fantasizing about a life different than the straight path he had taken. Even though I knew that my fuck-buddy was only a fuck-buddy and would never be more, I couldn’t deny that I had an emotional and sexual attachment to him. Plus, his sexual appetite aligned with mine and his abilities were to die for. We had a standing Friday lunch time fuck-date for a while, and it was my turn to rent the room. I never let him know about my status and he never asked, and we always fucked with a condom. Over the course of a few months, I fucked him a couple of times and we flipped a few times. But as time went on, he topped me most of the time, and I was happy to be the bottom in our trysts. I think that once he experienced getting fucked a few times, he was more comfortable doing the fucking, just like at home. His itch for getting fucked had been scratched. By nature, I was always verbal during sex and made a lot of noise and often talked filthy without even being aware of it. Mike also seemed to grunt and groan a lot but was usually not verbal until after he shot his load. We both sweat like pigs when we fucked. I still do. It was a beautiful October day, with a brilliant blue sky as I exited the expressway to the suburb where our meeting place was and I rented a room. As I anticipated our get-together, my cock got hard, and I felt my pits sweating. My mouth went dry, and I needed a gulp of water. I was hungry for Mike. I had it bad and I knew it. Mike was especially horny and aggressive that day. He was taller, heavier and more muscular than me and he could easily overpower me if he wanted. He pinned me on my back and laid on top of my kissing me, licking me all over, my nips and my pits. My legs were wrapped around his muscular core, and my ankles crossed over his ass. Both our cocks were leaking precum. He reached over to his bag and grabbed a condom and some lube and then he pushed my legs back to my chest. He licked the precum off my cock and continued down to my ass. His tongue darted around my rosebud and licked around the rim as I pulled my knees to my chest and opened my cheeks to him. He pushed his tongue inside me, and I responded by trying to open my hole up even more to him. “Fuck yeah, eat that pussy,” I encouraged him, “I couldn’t get you out of my mind all week.” “I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms and to kiss you,” Mike replied. “I’ve been dreaming of what we're going to do.” Mike pushed and stretched my legs out straight upward. My thick runners’ legs were against his hairy chest, and I felt his big knob of a cock head covered with his precum seeking out its target. My hole was slippery and spit-covered hole as he pushed into me, filling me. My ass felt so sensitive to the feeling of his cock entering my hole. It must have been the rough rimming he’d given me. Mike’s cock was in me all the way and we were kissing roughly, like two animals trying to consume each other. His cock was so thick that even now, it took me a few minutes to loosen up before he could start pounding away at me. Mike maneuvered me from being on my back to lying face down without withdrawing his large cock from me. As he fucked me, I felt his sweat dripping on my back. Finally, he laid down on top of me with his full weight and bear hugged me, then flipped us both so he was on his back, and I was laying on top of him. I grinded my hips as I felt his rod reacting inside my hole. His hairy torso was pasted against my back with sweat. He reached around with his left hand to my nipple, and with his right hand, he started jacking my stiff cock as I squirmed with his cock still planted deeply, fucking myself on him. I reached down and behind to his ass cheeks to try to pull him in deeper, but he was buried all the way in me. With the combination of all of this, he hugged me so tightly I thought he was going to crush me as I felt his cock spasming inside me. I thought I was imagining the feeling of a hot shot splashing inside me. Mike stayed hard as usual after he came. He kept me on my back flat on top of his chest as he jacked my cock in his big fist and I came with such force that I painted my face and chest with my load, and I involuntarily pushed out his hard cock. It slapped against his abs with the remnants of his load drooling from his urethra onto his hairy abs. Cum was dripping my ass and mixing with the sweat and cum already on him. Mike and I were both drenched in sweat and cum. I felt his load oozing out of my hole. Mike had decided to forego the condom and for the first time had cum inside of me raw. I stuck a finger in my hole and knew for certain that he creampied me as I withdrew my finger and licked it. “I bred your ass, Dave. I hope you aren’t mad at me,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. "You drenched me. You're going to have to pay for an abortion," I said and then I kissed him. That door was wide open now and I was conflicted about it. Once again, the hotel room stank of sweat and cum. We wanted to spend the afternoon fucking but we both had to get back to our work places. I got up and extended my hand to pull him up. We went to the bathroom and both got in the shower. We washed each other and kissed as we did so. Mike turned me around so I was facing away from him as he hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. Then I felt his hard cock once again against my ass. I guided his unwrapped dick to my hole, and he entered me raw for the second time. I didn’t know if I was putting him at risk or not. After slowly fucking me against the shower wall, he once again groaned as he pulled me tight and released another large load inside of me. On the drive back to the office, I called my doctor’s office and made an appointment to discuss starting meds.

In the weeks that followed, Dan was no longer elusive. He hooked up with each of Jimmy and Jason from time to time. Each time he seemed closer to raising the subject of HIV again, but never quite getting there. Neither Jimmy nor Jason pushed the subject for the time being. One weekend afternoon after a three way among them, in which each of Jimmy and Jason had unloaded deep inside Dan, the air in the apartment was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung between the three men like a promise. Dan, his body still humming from the earlier encounter, sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes darting between Jason and Jimmy. The weight of their gaze was both comforting and unnerving, as if they could see straight through to the core of his being. "You've been holding back, Dan," Jason said, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the raw, animalistic sounds he'd made earlier. "We know there's more to you than what you've shown us." Jimmy, his green eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned against the wall, his muscular frame relaxed yet commanding. "We want to help you explore those desires, Dan. The ones you're too afraid to voice." Dan's heart raced, his breath quickening at their words. He knew they were right; there was a part of him that craved something more, something darker and more [banned word]. But the fear of judgment, of rejection, had always held him back. "We've got a fuck friend joining us tomorrow night," Jason continued, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Someone who's walked a similar path. You want to join? He might show you just how liberating it can be to embrace your true desires." This somehow turned Dan on more than his qualms could restrain. "Yeah... okay," he said. Jimmy smiled and said, "come by around 9:30. This is going to be a lot of fun." "So good," Jason agreed, "real fucking good." Dan made his way home embroiled in his inner conflict. But he tried to convince himself that so long as he stayed on his PrEP, he wasn't really playing with fire. It was just vicariously living out his fantasy life. The next night he ended up showing up a little early. Jason and Jimmy were already naked and stroking each other to porn when he arrived. He slipped off his clothes and joined them on the couch, alternating sucking Jason's cut cock and Jimmy's uncut one while they waited for the fourth. The sound of the front door opening signaled the arrival of this mysterious friend. In walked Craig, a towering figure with a godlike physique that screamed power. His presence filled the room, a heady mix of raw masculinity and unapologetic desire. "Craig, this is Dan," Jason introduced, his voice laced with pride. "He's been... hesitant to fully embrace our lifestyle. We thought you might be able to show him the way." Craig's eyes, dark and intense, locked onto Dan's, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I'll do what I can, but as I can attest he's already in the best of hands with you two." As Craig spoke, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and sensual. His body was a work of art, every muscle defined, every inch a testament to his dedication to the lifestyle. He was tan all over, clearly having nude sunbathing. A biohazard tat was etched between his massive traps. Dan felt his mouth go dry, his body responding to the raw, unapologetic display of masculinity. "You see, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft but commanding, "Craig here is living proof that embracing your desires can be the most liberating thing you'll ever do. He's a poz slut, and he loves every minute of it." Dan's eyes widened at the term, his mind racing with the implications. He'd heard whispers of this world, of men who sought out the virus, who craved the raw, unprotected intimacy that came with it. But to hear it spoken so boldly, so proudly, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Come on, Dan," Jason urged, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's shoulder. "Let go of your fears. Let us show you what it means to truly live." As if in a trance, Dan allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, his body moving closer to Craig's. The air crackled with electricity as the four men stood in a circle, their desires intertwining, their boundaries blurring. Craig stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's chin, tilting his head back. "You want this, don't you, Dan? You want to feel what it's like to be truly free." Dan's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. "I... I don't know. I mean, I've thought about it, but..." "But what?" Jason interrupted, his voice sharp. "You're afraid of what others might think? Of what it might mean for your future?" Dan nodded, his eyes downcast, ashamed of his hesitation. "Fuck what others think," Jimmy said, his voice like a whip. "This is about you, about what you want. And we're here to give it to you." "Get Craig's pussy wet while I eat you out Dan," Jason commanded. Craig and Dan got on their hands and knees in a line on the sectional, Jimmy taking up position to have Craig suck his cock, while Jason leaned over and spread Dan's cheeks apart, starting to lick and nibble at his hole. Dan used one hand to pull apart Craig's ass cheeks, marveling at his wide and slightly puffy asslips. Craig already smelled like sex. As Dan started working his tongue into Craig's easily yielding hole he found within the unmistakable taste of cum. "Did Craig leave any presents up there for you Dan?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah," Dan said pulling his tongue out for a moment, "there's cum up his hole." "Such a good slut," Jimmy murmured to Craig. Dan was getting intoxicated by the experience all while Jason worked him open with his fingers and tongue, working in some lube. "Time to fuck," Jason commanded, "Dan, lie on your back with your feet on my shoulders and Craig you get on top and present that hole to Jimmy." Dan did as he was told, Jason putting a throw pillow under his ass to get a better angle. Craig's big firm balls were resting on his nose and mouth, his shaft on Dan's chin. Dan was staring at the beauty of Jimmy's big uncut cock working itself into Craig's cumlubed hole as Jason started working his own cock into Dan's. He started to tongue Craig's balls from time to time. "Nice," Craig said, "you want me to suck you Dan?" Dan declined, afraid he'd cum too soon. "Such a fine poz pussy," Jimmy growled as he started long dicking Craig in earnest, "so fucking fine." The musk these men were giving off was driving Dan wild. Jason was pushing ever deeper into him, holding his head right in his second hole. "Time to switch," Jason said. As Jimmy pulled his cockhead out of Craig's hole, some of the cum of Craig's earlier trick (or tricks, Dan wondered) dripped onto Dan's forehead. Jason saw what had happened as he assumed the position behind Craig's ass, scooped up the cum and fed it into Dan's lips. Holy fuck, Dan thought to himself as Jason raised Dan's feet over his shoulders and started pushing his now cumslicked cock into Dan's hole, I'm a fucking pig and I love this. Jason and Jimmy started picking up the pace of their fucking. "Getting close man," Jason told Jimmy. "Me too," Jimmy replied. "Recharge my fucking hole," Craig grunted, his ass meeting Jason's cock thrust for thrust, clearly trying to milk out the cum, Dan staring at this sight while leaking precum out of his hard as hell cock. "Poz me," Dan whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Make me a fucking poz slut." Jimmy's eyes flashed with triumph as he thrust forward, his cock sinking deep into Dan's body. Dan cried out, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure, as Jimmy began to move, his hips snapping with primal urgency. Jason moaned in sync with Jimmy and Dan watch the pulsation of his cock, knowing his cum was shooting into Craig. This tipped him over the edge and he started to shoot. Then Jimmy buried his cock deep and Dan felt the familiar heat and throbbing of Jimmy's eruption in his ass. "Clean us off gents," Jimmy said after they'd all caught their breath. Craig crawled forward as Jason took his cum covered cock out of Craig's ass and put it in Dan's mouth. After Jason pulled his cock out of Dan's mouth, Dan leaned his head up to clean the rest of the cum off Craig's taint. Craig meanwhile licked the cum off Dan's cock and then made out with his hole. As the four men lay panting, their bodies glistening with sweat, Dan felt a sense of peace wash over him. He'd crossed a line, embraced a part of himself he'd long denied. And as he looked into Jason and Jimmy's eyes, he saw not judgment, but pride. "You did good, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft. "You gave voice to what you wanted." Dan smiled, his body still humming with the aftermath of his orgasm. "I did, didn't I?" Craig, his body still entwined with Dan's, leaned in, his voice low. "We all have our demons, Dan. But when you embrace them, when you let them consume you, that's when you truly start living." As the four men disentangled, Dan felt a sense of camaraderie, of shared experience. He knew that this was just the beginning, that his journey into this world was far from over. "Think about it, Dan," Jimmy said, his hand resting on Dan's shoulder. "If you want to take the next step, we'd love to help you out." Dan nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew that this offer was both a gift and a challenge, a chance to fully embrace the lifestyle that Jason and Jimmy promoted. As he stood, his body still trembling, Dan's eyes met Jason's, and he saw a spark of recognition, of understanding. He knew that whatever decision he made, whatever path he chose, Jason and Jimmy would be there, guiding him, pushing him to explore the darkest, most [banned word] corners of his desires. And as he left the apartment, the weight of their offer still lingering in the air, Dan knew that his life would never be the same. The transformation had begun, and there was no turning back.

Jason's thumb hovered over the send button. He'd been waiting to see Dan online, the anticipation building since the last episode. With a deep breath, he typed, "Hey, Dan. Just wondering... did you enjoy fucking Jimmy?" The response was almost instantaneous, as if Dan had been eagerly awaiting Jason's message. "Hell yeah, he's hot as fuck. Can't stop thinking about him." A smirk played on Jason's lips as he typed his next message, his fingers flying across the screen. "Glad to hear it. You know, I was thinking... maybe you'd be up for something a little more... intense. You game for a threesome? Think you can handle both our cocks?" Dan's reply followed a pregnant pause. "Yes, I'm in. When?" Jason's pulse quickened at Dan's acceptance. He glanced over at Jimmy, who was lounging on the couch, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tonight. You free?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Dan responded, his words dripping with desire. As the plan was set in motion, Jason and Jimmy prepared for the evening ahead. They sat side by side on the couch, their thighs brushing against each other, a silent understanding passing between them. The bareback porn playing on the screen in front of them served as a backdrop to their own growing arousal. Jason's hand found Jimmy's, their fingers intertwining as they stroked each other's cocks, the rhythm slow and deliberate. The door clicked open, and Dan stood there, his eyes raking over the scene before him. He licked his lips, his gaze locking with Jason's. "Ready for me?" Jason's smirk was predatory as he rose from the couch, Jimmy mirroring his movements. "Always." They closed the distance between them, their hands roaming over Dan's body, mapping every curve and plane. Jimmy's lips brushed against Dan's ear, his breath hot and heavy. "We've been waiting for you." Dan shivered, his eyes fluttering closed as Jason's hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer. "Take off your clothes, Dan. Let us see what we're working with." Obediently, Dan stripped, his body flushed with anticipation. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a glance, their unspoken agreement hanging in the air. They moved as one, their mouths and hands exploring Dan's body, leaving no inch untouched. Jimmy's tongue swirled around Dan's nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while Jason's fingers delved into the valley of Dan's ass, his touch firm and insistent. Dan moaned, his head falling back, his body arching into their touch. "You like that, don't you, Dan?" Jason murmured, his voice low and husky. "Like being touched, being wanted." Dan's response was a strangled moan, his body trembling with need. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance before turning their attention to Dan's cock, their mouths taking turns worshipping the throbbing length. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire. Jason and Jimmy moved in sync, their bodies a well-choreographed dance as they prepared Dan for what was to come. They took turns rimming him, their tongues delving deep, their fingers stretching him open, their touches building a crescendo of pleasure, while Dan lubed the other's cock with his spit. Jimmy was the first to push his cock into Dan's hole while Jason fed him poppers. "Such a good slut," Jason said, stroking Dan's hair as he fucked his mouth, "love watching your ass take Jimmy's fuckstick." Jimmy worked Dan open with smooth strokes, then told Jason to switch places. When they did, they made sure Dan was in position to watch the porn as he got fucked. "Yeah, taste your ass on my dick," Jimmy grunted, as Jason fucked Dan, picking up the pace. The porn playing in the background shifted, the scene changing to one of verbal poz talk. The voices of the men on screen were urgent, their words raw and desperate as they begged to be converted. Jason and Jimmy's movements became more primal, their thrusts into Dan's mouth and ass synchronized and fierce. Dan was a willing participant, his body responding to their touch, his moans filling the room. Jason and Jimmy spit roasted him, their cocks sliding in and out of his mouth and ass, their rhythm relentless. They switched positions, their movements a blur of flesh and desire, their bodies glistening with sweat. As the porn reached its climax, so did Jimmy, his body tensing as he thrust deep into Dan's ass, his cum shooting hot and heavy. The moment was intense, the air crackling with unspoken emotions. Dan lay panting, his body sated, as Jason and Jimmy caught their breath. Jason's voice was low and commanding as he instructed Dan, "clean up Jimmy' cock but leave that hole gaping so I can look at his poz cum inside you." Dan nodded, his movements sluggish as he followed Jason's instructions. Jason leaned in, his tongue delving into Dan's ass, his taste buds savoring the remnants of Jimmy's cum. He pulled back, his eyes locking with Dan's, and fed him a taste of Jimmy's poz cum, a silent, intimate exchange passing between them. Dan's eyes widened, his body stiffening, but he didn't pull away. Jason's gaze was intense, his voice a whisper. "You want this, don't you, Dan? Want to feel us inside you, marking you as ours." Dan's response was a nod, his throat working as he swallowed, his body trembling with a mix of emotions. Jason's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he thrust back into Dan, his movements slow and deliberate, his cock chasing its own climax. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Dan's body tensed, his cock spurting as he came, his cum coating Jason's stomach. But as the moment passed, the atmosphere shifted. Dan's body became rigid, his eyes distant, his mind elsewhere. He pulled away, his movements abrupt, his words rushed. "I should go." Jason's brow furrowed, his gaze searching Dan's face, but Dan was already dressing, his back turned. The door clicked shut, leaving Jason and Jimmy alone, the weight of the moment hanging heavy between them. Jason turned to Jimmy, his eyes uncertain, his voice laced with doubt. "Do you think... was the conversion porn too much? Too soon?" Jimmy's expression was calm, his voice assured. "It's a lot to process, Jason. But it'll marinate in his brain. Soon enough, he'll realize he wants our HIV in his guts. He'll come back, craving what we have to offer."

Part 2: Have you ever heard the tale of the Two Wolves? We all have two wolves inside us, trying to control differently and the wolf that you feed is the wolf that wins. I sat there with my hands on the keyboard, torn. My mind vs this carnal desire. Everything I had ever wanted vs a physical, emotional desire that would take everything I had ever wanted away from me. I tried so hard to remove my hands from the keyboard, but I felt powerless to do so. I saw the warning signs, I knew that this was not just sexual, it was so much more, so much more dangerous. I must have sat there for what seemed like an hour letting my two wolves battle, with neither wolf seeming to gain an edge, but then something happened that pulled the dark wolf ahead, he messaged me. Dan: Hey, you’re online Me: (fingers on the keyboard shaking with nervous excitement) Me: Yeah, I just had a couple minutes free and wanted to say hi Dan: It’s been a long time, I wish you had more than a couple of minutes Me: yeah, I just came home early, and my wife will be here soon Dan: Well, I’m glad you did Me: me too Dan: glad you still think about me Me: I do Dan: I still think about you too, a lot Me: Dan: I think about that night in your car and how I should have taken you by the hand and led you inside my apartment Me: you think I would have followed? Dan: I think you would have been nervous, but I think you wanted me to take you inside Me: maybe so, I was incredibly scared though Dan: you really were! You were shaking when I touched you Me: lol Dan: but I think you would have relaxed once we got inside, and we were alone Me: maybe, but I was scared half to death Dan: I would have been gentle with you Me: I believe that Dan: who knows what that would have started. I think if we had made love that night, it would have changed a lot Me: how so? Dan: We would have been closer, more connected, and you would want it more than you can imagine so you would have come back Me: I can see that being true Then during the chat something happened that I didn’t expect: Dan: (Dan is requesting to video chat) Me: ignores it Dan: please Me: I don’t know Dan: don’t turn your camera on, I just want you to see Dan: (Dan is requesting to video chat) Me: (accepts) I have my video off, but he can hear me. I see him lying in bed, its dark the bed is a mess as he is laying there on the sheets with no shirt. Dan: Are you there? Me: (nervously) yes Dan: it is so good to hear your voice, I wanted you to hear mine and see me, all of me He points the camera down to his rock hard cock and starts slowly stroking it Dan: Do you like it? Me: (my voice cracks) yes Dan: it likes you Dan: it wants you and only you I find it almost hard to breath now Dan: Do you want it? Please PLEASE tell me you do Me: I do! Dan: Good baby, I knew that you did Dan starts stroking a little faster and moaning. My cock is rock hard and I pull it out and start to stroke it with him, trying not to cum, but being so turned on. Dan: FUCK! It feels so good to be inside you. Finally, we are together Dan: Tell me you want me raw Me: I want you! Dan: Tell me you want my bare cock inside you Me: I want you inside me Dan: come on baby, please take me bare. I need it, I need you Me: I want you to fuck me raw Dan: Fuck yes babe! I slide my huge bare cock inside you, you feel so much better than I had ever dreamed. I whisper in your ear that we are together now. Tell me you want it! Me: I want it babe! I do! Dan: I start fucking your faster and deeper, I hear you moan with pleasure as I get deeper and deeper. I tell you that we are going to be together forever now, there is no going back now, it’s just you and me baby. I know you want it. I am so close to cumming right now, and I am so caught up in the story I would do whatever he wanted, I have fully lost control! Me: I do want it babe: Dan: tell me you want me to cum inside you! Tell me you want cum flowing through your veins! Tell me that you belong to me now! Tell me that I am yours and you are mine! You’re going to leave your wife behind to be with me. Please baby! Fuck please! Me: Cum inside of me baby! Cum deep inside of me, I am yours! Dan: Fuck, I can’t hold it back anymore! I am going to cum! I push as deep as I possibly can inside of you trying to ensure my cum is injected directly into your veins. And I lean over and whisper in your ear, my poz cum is my wedding vow to you, there is no going back for either of us as my cock starts pouring a river of poz cum inside of you. Me: I want it! I see dan on camera shooting out a huge load all over his bed and I do the same, cuming all over my office chair. I sat there for a minute trying to regain my composure. That is the most intense sex Ive ever had and it wasn’t real. But now I am starting to come down from my high and reality is sinking in. What the fuck have I done! If I thought I had created a dangerous situation before, what I have I done now! Dan: Oh my gosh! You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had! And I am SO happy that you feel the same way about me! Me: Dan: Babe, I promise you that I am going to treat you so good. I am going to make you happy, trust me. Me: Dan: We need to make this happen soon! I know you’re ready too! Me: Dan: you still cleaning up after that great fuck? Lol Me: Me: Gotta run, wife just walked inside!!! Sorry Dan: What? Tell her about us, its time! We are together now! Dan: She needs to know about us so we can start with our life. I logged off without responding to the last two messages. I sat there thinking to myself, what have I done. I have no control over myself and I’m going to throw my life away. I just told him I wanted to divorce my wife and marry him. I cannot be trusted. The next day I thought to myself, ever since 9th grade, I have worked towards 1 goal, become a lawyer, have a successful practice, have the hot trophy wife that everyone wants, have a membership at the country club, take vacations to Aspen, the Bahamas, nice places. And I have all of that right now, but I am trying my best to throw all of it away. And don’t be mistaken, it will ALL be taken from you. If your wife finds out, you will get a divorce and her father will drag you through court so long that you won’t be able to take on other cases, not that any other cases will come to you. Your father-in-law will be sure to spread it to the far corners of the earth that you cheated on your wife with a homeless HIV drug addict, whatever he can say to ruin my reputation and he is well enough connected to do so. If you cannot control your desires to have a guy fuck you, you can easily find another guy. A guy who isn’t infected with every std possible, a guy who isn’t trying to own you and keep you locked in a cage. There must be some guy out there like me, that wants something secret. If the urges ever get that bad, that is what I will do, Dan is no longer an option. For almost a year and half, I hardly thought of dan. I forced myself to believe that it wasn’t an option, and if the urge ever occurred, I just told myself, well you need to try something different, dan isn’t an option anymore. Most of the time, I would just go and jerk off and occasionally I would watch a little porn and then JO, but that seemed to work, it satisfied the craving. Over the next year and half, my business grew, I had 2 other attorneys working for me and not to mention a very sexy assistant. And my relationship with my wife got better, I honestly believe this happened when I hired my assistant. She got a little jealous and more interested in me. Things were going good. Right around the year and half mark, I got a pretty big case, back in my college town, back where dan was, and I had to go back there for the first time since I graduated, over 12 years ago. Our first in court appointment on the case was on Thursday morning at 9am. Now, I live two and half hours from there, so leaving at 6:30am isn’t that difficult, but I thought it would be best to drive up the day before and get a hotel room, just so I’m prepared you know. My wife actually offered to come and stay with me, but I told her that I wanted to go over the case material in the hotel room, so she decided to stay back. The nostalgia of being back in your college town, what can i say, it felt great. Something inside you makes you feel young again, young wild and free! But none of that was true, it just felt that way. First thing I did was I went to the gym, then I came back to the hotel and ate dinner at the hotel bar. I sat there for almost 2 hours having drinks, flirting with the bar tender. She was younger, in college, tattooed up and just looked sexy as hell. I have to admit, I was very tempted to invite her up, this is probably the first sign that I’m letting college nostalgia effect my head. But, you can never tell with bar tenders, is she flirting with me because she wants a tip or something more, and there was no way I was going to stay down there another 3 hours until they closed. So I left her a $100 tip, (yes, I was definitely trying to show off) and told her it was fun talking with her and left. I got up to the room and took a shower and then with just a towel wrapped around me sat on the bed and turned on the tv and grabbed my notes, time to go over the case material. But, I was buzzing pretty hard from the drinks and found it hard to concentrate. So I thought I would jerk off really quick and the first thing that popped in my mind wasn’t the sexy bar tender, it was Dan. I told myself that Dan wasn’t an option, but I’m not going to talk to him, I’m just going to Jerk off thinking about him, the guard then came down. That is where it all changed course. It put dan back on the table, it no longer was “Not an option”. I allowed myself to think about him, about our last conversation, and right now my mind wasn’t focused on the part about me losing everything I had ever worked for, it was focused in on the part with his extremely long cock. I was already getting hard, but there was something inside me that wanted more, like just going to jerk off was drinking a diet soda, I didn’t want diet soda, it wasn't going to satisfy this craving, I wanted more. I almost immediately had my laptop open on the site ready to log in and then there was this subtle howl, the other wolf was trying so hard to change my mind but I didn’t even take the time to think it over. I pressed the “login” button. Immediately I see that I had almost 35 messages from Dan since the last time we spoke, this did bring me back down a notch and alarms started going off Dan: Last night was so fun! Love you (a few days later) Dan: I can’t wait to see you baby! Love you so much! (the next day) Dan: Just thinking about last night, I am so happy that we feel the same. Love you (a week later) Dan: Hurry back on here, I miss you! (another week later) Dan: ok, this is starting to make me mad. I need to talk to you (The next day) Dan: Look, you and I both know how you really feel. You want this more than I do, quit being an ass. (a few weeks later) Dan: I guess you decided to stay with your whore wife. Who cares about me huh? What about you? You know that you want me, you crave me, I am the only one who can make you happy! (the next day) Dan: ok, I guess I will have to call your wife and tell her about us. I guess you’re not big enough of a man to do it, so you need me to come do it for you. (a month later) Dan: You should see the guy I fucked last night, he reminded me so much of you in college. He took a huge load! (a month later) Dan: What are you going to do when I come to your office and just walk into your office and bend you over your desk and fuck you raw as everyone hears you begging me to cum inside you! (several months later) Dan: omg! I can’t believe I sent that message; I was so drunk and was out with this really hot college guy that I’m dating now and I didn’t even remember sending that. Sorry, hope you’re ok. (6 months later) Dan: Hey! Just wanted to say hi, haven’t talked to my husband (lol) in a while so thought I would say hi. Hi hubby. Lol remember that night haha (1 month later) Dan: sends video message of him jerking off and as he is cumming he says “Oh fuck, I can’t wait until I get to cum inside you again babe” (the next day) Dan: sorry I meant to send that to someone else. Hope you’re ok (a few months later) Dan: Funny story, I was talking about you last night with my boyfriend and he totally wants to meet you! (a few days before now) Dan: Hey just think about you, wanted to catch up and say hi and see how things are going. I read them all several times, thinking it all over carefully. This guy is not stable, he is dangerous. He would do anything possible to infect you, rape, stealth you, anything. He sincerely believes that by doing this, we will essentially be married because where else can I go? I can’t go back to my wife, and who would start dating me when I have HIV+, Hepatis, and Herpes, whatever std he has. I would have nowhere to go, so I guess I would just marry him, and he would move in with me and I would buy him a car and we would take vacations all over and he wouldn’t have to do anything. So, he will do anything possible to get his toxic load inside you. That brought me down, but I still wanted to Jerk off thinking about him, so I pulled up that video he sent me and watched him stroking his long cock and shooting his load and hearing him say he was cumming inside me. I watched it over and over with my hand on my cock, but I couldn’t bring myself to jerk off, I didn’t want to cum. I wanted more! Me: Hey man, things are good, how are you? I see you have a boyfriend now, I am happy for you. Within 5 minutes: Dan: Just working, great to hear from you. Me. Work, work work, lol all work no play Dan: lol, you never let me play! Me: you have a boyfriend to play with (not believing he has a boyfriend) Dan: he doesn’t have to know Me: Dan, you don’t want to cheat Dan: You don’t tell him, I won’t tell your wife, I little secret Me: lol, secrets can be dangerous Dan: I like that Me: I know you do! Dan: so do you! Me: I do? Dan: What are you doing online? Me: Sitting in a hotel supposed to be working but doing something else Dan: I wish I was something else 😉 Me: lol, I didn’t say letting something else do me Dan: You should say that Me: really? Dan: Yes Me: Your boyfriend is going to be mad at you Dan: He knows about you, about us Me: what does he know Dan: he knows everything Dan: why are you in a hotel working? Wife kick you out? Me: lol, no. I’m here in town for work. Dan: You’re in town right now? Me: for tonight, I have a court early tomorrow Dan: Where are you staying? Me: The Montgomery Dan: Of course, the nicest hotel around Me: Lol, business expense Dan: what are you going to do when I come over Me: how are you going to get here? Dan: call a cab Me: you don’t know what room number I’m in though Dan: are you really there Me: (sends picture out of window) Dan: You can’t tease me, let me come over! Me: I can’t I have to study, you have a boyfriend, I have a wife Dan: We broke up last week Me: oh, I’m sorry (still not believing he ever had a boyfriend) Dan: Please! We don’t have to have sex, I just want to hang out Me: Really? You think you could come over, be alone in a bedroom and just talk? Dan: Yeah, I mean hopefully you will give me a hug and maybe a kiss, but we don’t have to have sex unless you want to. Me: I really need to study for this case Dan: I’m taking $20 out of the register now to get a cab, that’s enough to get me there, someone else will have to bring me back 😉 Me: you cant steal from your work you will lose your job Dan: I will pay them back somehow, you can loan me $20, right? Me: and now you’re talking about staying the night, you just said we wouldn’t have sex Dan: Just called the cab Me: you still don’t know my room number Dan: That means I have 10 minutes to get it from you before I get there. Me: Dan, hold on a minute! Dan: Already called the cab Me: Really hold on, lets think about this Dan: too late, what is your room number Me: Dan: I guess I could ask the front desk Me: Dan, come on. Lets talk this through Dan: we have been talking for years! If you don’t want to have sex, we won’t. Me: Dan: Getting in the cab Me: 5 minutes later Dan: (sends photo of the hotel) Me: what the hell! Dan: Should I ask the bar tender or the front desk for your room number? Me: hold on one second Dan: They’re really going to be “why is he going up to his room” Me: Dan, seriously hold on one second. Dan: Front desk it is Me: Ok! Dan: Ok what? Me: NO sex, right? Dan: up to you! Me: 412 I am pacing through the room, not knowing what to do before I realize I am still just wearing a towel. There is a knock at the door, “hold on one second”. I turn off the lights except the tv and the lights coming in the window and grab some shorts tee shirt and throw them on really quick and go to the door. I slowly open the door and see dan, much older and skinnier than I remember, but it has been over 10 years, and he isn’t the healthiest person I know, so he hasn’t exactly aged well. He walks in and the door shuts, he hugs me and kisses me, and I pull back a little. Dan: I’ve missed you so much! Me: I missed you too, but I cant…. Dan: I know, but you would have just talked all night Me: did you really steal from your work Dan: yeah, I had to, what else could I do. I had to see you Me: Dan: give me a hug! Dan steps in gives me a hug, as his arms wrap around me, he pulls himself in close and lingers, as he slightly pulls back and say’s I’ve missed you so much and leans in and kisses me. He sits down on the bed and taps beside him, come sit down! I hesitate and he grabs my hand and pulls me to him. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, and he pulls me to where I am standing directly in front of him, he then puts his hands behind me, on my butt and pulls me in and hugs me, with his face right next to my dick. He slowly turns his face to where his face is directly on my cock with nothing but a thin pair of shorts between us as he takes in a deep breath. He then lays back on the bed holding onto my hands pulling me on top of him, he puts both of his hands behind my knees pulling my legs to his side, so I am straddling him. Dan: this feels so good Me: I thought we were just going to be friends tonight Dan pulls himself up close to me and puts his right arm around me and twists to the left rolling over on top of me between my legs. Dan: you said we could hug and kiss As he leans over and starts to kiss me, shoving his tongue down my throat, for a second I kiss him back but then reality awakens me as I push him back. He pulls back and smiles. He then leans down and kisses me more forceful this time, again I kiss him for a second, but then stop, but he doesn’t. He starts kissing my neck and with his right hand he moves it below my left knee, pulling my knee up as he starts grinding on me. I feel his cock getting harder and pushing through his pants and pressing up against me. Completely out of my control, my cock starts getting hard, but I still try and stop him. Me: hold on dan Me: Dan! Hold on a second Dan just moans and keeps kissing me and grinding more forcibly. Me: Dan STOP! Dan gets up and with both hands pulls my shorts off, I try to stop but it happens so fast I didn’t even see it coming, he unbuttons his pants right in front of me as I am laying there on the bed. Me: Dan we need to stop now Dan: it’s ok, I promise, I will keep my underwear on, I just want to blow you like I did before. Me: Please, we need to stop Dan pulls his pants down and is standing there in his dirty white underwear, he drops to his knees and takes my cock in his mouth. I gasp for air, it feels so good, I am convincing myself that I will let him blow me and that’s all. It feels so good, my hips start to move. That movement you feel when you know the other person really wants it, I couldn’t control it. Then I feel his finger pushing inside of me, he must have had lube in his pocket, but he is pouring lube inside of me pushing more and more into me with his fingers, he goes from one finger to two to 3. I actually start to moan, then I feel him mouth leave my cock and go to my stomach, my chest my neck, my mouth and I kiss him back. Then I feel him pushing his bare cock towards me, I turn my head and say “NO!” Me: we can’t do that, ok? Dan: its ok baby, its ok As he keeps pushing it towards my lubed-up hole but I am blocking him. Then dan puts his hands around both of my wrists and holds them down as he continues to try and push his cock in me. Me: Dan, stop! We can’t to this. Not like this, we have to use a condom stop! Dan: its ok babe, I know you want this Dan removes his right hand from my wrist and puts it behind my knee pulling my knee up towards me giving him better access, with my free hand I try to stop him so he takes his left hand and puts it on my throat, with one hand holding my knee up and the other directly on my throat, leaving all of his wait pushing down on my throat, it’s hard to speak or even breath. Then I feel it, his bare cock is pushing in me, with one more push, his hard bare cock is about 1/3 of the way in me. He then removes his hands from my leg and throat and collapses on me and starts to kiss me. Dan: You feel so fucking good! I knew you wanted this As he starts taking slow strokes getting deeper and deeper. as he continues to speak under his breath with every stroke Dan: It's ok babe Dan: You know you want it, i know you really want this His breathing is getting heavier and heavier Dan: You know you fucking want this I am lying there in shock at what is happening, but at the same time this is the first time I have ever had anything inside of me, ever! So, I am also feeling this feeling. Dan keeps going harder and harder and getting deeper and deeper until he finally gets his entire bare cock buried inside of me, he then looks me right in the eye and kisses me and says Dan: you feel so good! I am already about to cum Me: dan, don’t cum inside of me please. I’m not ready Dan: It’s ok baby! I love you, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t love you. This is the only way As he starts fucking me again, I try to push him back, but he just grabs my wrists again holding me down and fucks me even harder until he takes one last thrust that makes me grunt, and then I feel his cock exploding inside of me. Dan: fuck! i'm cumming baby, i'm cumming I just lay there feeling his huge cock pumping over and over again pouring his poz load inside of me. He collapses on top me and I hear him say “I love you baby” as he rolls off to the side and lays there trying to catch his breath. I am just lying there, and what is kind of funny is that I’m not thinking about his poz load inside of me. I just keep thinking “was I just raped”. I honestly don’t know. I feel like I was saying no, and tried to stop him, but at the same time he was saying stuff like “I love you and I miss you”. And, I was rock hard and my clock exploded too. Do you cum if you’re actually getting raped? I honestly didn't know if this was actual rape. I laid there thinking that for about 20 minutes before it dawns on me that his toxic load is still inside of me. I get out bed without waking him up and go sit on the toilet for 30 minutes hoping it will just all come out of me. This is when I realize what has just happened. There is no going back now, everything he wanted he may have just got, everything I have ever wanted I may have just lost. I went and laid back down, trying to sleep, but that wasn’t possible. A couple hours later he woke up and went to the bathroom, I tried to pretend like I was sleeping, but I hear him walk out of the bathroom and comes lays back in bed beside me. He lays right next to me, and I continue to pretend to be sleeping, as he starts kissing my neck and then he starts rubbing my cock again. I just lay there as he continues on, but soon my cock starts to get hard, and I hear him say “there you are” I kind of moan from pleasure and move my hips as he starts to kiss me, shoving his tongue down my throat. It feels so good, I kiss him back and he climbs on top of me, between my legs, I feel his cock getting hard and rubbing against me and he is grinding his rock hard cock up against me. Dan: I fucking want you Me: Mhmmm Dan: do you want me Me: (I open my eyes, no longer pretending to be asleep and look him in the eyes. Here I am in my thirties, in my prime, with a $100k car in the parking lot, and here he is, old, sickly, doesn’t even have $20 dollars to his name, and he wants to own me, he wants me to give him everything I have and how do I respond, I bite my lower lip, looking him in the eyes and shake my head yes, yes I want you. You can have me, you can have everything!) Dan: (smiles) tell me Me: I want you Dan: No, I need to hear it all. Do you want me to fuck you raw, do you want us to be one Me: yes, I want you to fuck me raw Dan: you want me to cum inside of you, my toxic poz load inside of you Dan: you can’t go back to your old life now, you will be mine. Is that what you want? Me: yes, I want you so badly Dan: (Grins so big) Dan: If you want us to be married, grab my bare cock and slide it in you I do as i'm told, looking him in the eyes the entire time, I reach down between his legs and grab his bare cock and aim it towards my hole. As I am doing this dan looks me in the eyes and says: Dan: be careful here, if you do this, I am going to poz you. You can’t go back to your wife, if you try to run, I will find you and ruin you. If you put my cock inside you, we are together forever and if you even think about leaving me, I will ruin you! Im laying there with his huge bare cock in my hand aiming it directly towards my hole and I hear him say all this and I realize that he isn’t going to force himself on me this time, its my decision and it's totally up to me. If I do it, I have to leave my wife and essentially be married to him, or he is going to ruin me. He is giving me an out. He is letting me stop and say goodbye to him. He always thought if he got the chance to fuck me, that I would be the one to give it all up for him, and now he is giving me the option to stop it and let him go or to choose a life with him. It is all running through my mind, what do I do? I know what i have to do, i look him right in the eye: Me: I do! Me: Your load has the power to make us one. I don't want you to use a condom, I don't want you to pull out. If you infect me now, I will be yours forever. Dan smiled really big - everything he had wanted for 12 years was about to be his Dan: This is our wedding, you're mine now He then stuck his finger in my ass and started fingering me without lube and doing it very rough, I could feel his fingernails scratching my inside. I clenched up and grunted from the pain, but he didn’t stop, he just went harder and harder. When he finally finished, he pulled out his finger which was covered in blood. Dan: there is no chance you won’t get infected now, you ready? I reached down and grabbed his cock and aimed it towards my hole. I was his.

Part 21, Do I help or no? Mr C was climbing into the shower and said, 'hey pup, can you go downstairs, the room across from the play, I mean the rec room is the laundry room, can you get our work clothes out of the drier and bring them up?' Knowing we were running late, I bolted down stairs in just my underwear. I was walking through the lower level where the huge screen TV and wet bar were and saw the hallway where the laundry room was. It was darker heading down the hallway, but there was a red glow coming out of the rec room. I could hear the dryer buzzing so I knew which door it was in. However, right before entering the laundry room i looked to my right and saw the red light. It was just a small red light on the ceiling in the center of the room. I turned and entered the room. This is the room that I was in yesterday when Mr. C had me get him some things from the fridge. The light was directly over the hammock in the middle of the room. My eyes got accustom to the light a little bit and I entered the room. I realized there were mirrors all over and cabinets. I put my left hand on the chain holding the hammock up and ran my right hand on the leather straps of the cradle of it. It reminded me of something. But what? I heard Uncle Terry holler down the steps 'did you find it ok'? Startled, I turned back toward the door and entered the laundry and said 'yes Sir, getting the things now'. As I turned off the light of the laundry room and my eyes again focused on the red light above the hammock, I remembered.... oh it is like from my dream I had. I was in a hammock like that in a dark room with candles. I felt my cock harden as i turned to the left and headed back through the lower level to the stairway up. Mr. C was standing looking out of the window over the kitchen sink finishing a cup of coffee. He continued to look outside as he was rinsing the mug before putting it in the dishwashers. He was standing there just in his underwear, tall and confident. I could see the sun pouring in the window and illuminating the fur on his broad chest and my cock continued to thicken. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just shot my load a few minutes ago and it was already getting hard. I put the clothes on the kitchen island and separated my stuff from his. As I pulled my jeans on, I winced at the tenderness in my butt and upper thighs. Hopefully tomorrow at school the trainer is in and can stretch me out a little before hockey practice. As Mr. C approached the island to start putting his clothes on, he noticed me smiling and said, 'whats so funny?' 'Funny? Nothing, just really happy Sir. This last day has been amazing. I am so happy you gave me a job and let me sleep over and well. Well, and.' 'And what?' he said 'Well, you guys taught me more about growing up and the circle jerk and how to shave and all kinds of stuff. I just really appreciate it and I just wanted you to know how happy I am.' And with that, I went over to him and gave him a hug bear hug. I stood on my toes to be taller and my neck fit perfectly in the crook of this neck and shoulder. He held me for a long time, I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I just was taking in his freshly showered smell. I broke away from the hug quickly once I realized my cock was now rock hard against this thigh. He kind of shook his head quick, like ....what? why? whats wrong? He saw me adjusting myself and turning red. He came over and lifted my chin so he could look into my eyes and said, 'Lukas, dont ever be embarrassed for having a hard on around me. I am flattered.' And with that, he opened a drawer in the island and took out 3 of the blue diamond shaped vitamins and gave me two and he took one. We finished getting dressed and I smiled back again and let him know that I heard and appreciated his not teasing me about my erection. He let me drive and on the way to the restaurant, I just sat there with a grin. My hard cock had escaped the leg band of my boxer briefs and was snaking down the leg of my jeans. Mr. C looked over at me and said, 'can I ask you something pup'? I glanced over and nodded and raised my eyebrows. 'Did you enjoy spending the night with me?' I quickly said, 'oh my heavens, yes Sir' 'And what about with Uncle Terry?' 'Oh yes Sir, I think he is great, you guys seem like the best of friends' 'Yeah, we are very close for sure' He then asked, 'did you like him helping you shave?' 'Yeah, it was super cool that he helped me. I am sorry I got so turned on by it.' 'Stop right there Lukas. Please don't ever apologize for being turned on. Being turned on is a gift. A gift to you and to the person who is making you turned on. It is a beautiful way to show appreciation to a man who is making you happy. Please dont ever conceal that, ok? Well, you have to be careful, but for me you know and want to know more, it is a beautiful thing. ok?' With a huge smile, I said, 'sweet, thanks for explaining that to me.' 'I mean dont be a slut like women are, but it is ok to appreciate being turned on, you will learn how to regulate that excitement with time. I wondered, if you like the shaving, Uncle Terry only did your face. Maybe we could show you how to shave the rest of you later on?' 'The rest of me?' I asked? 'Oh yes, there are so many other parts men can trim or shave, maybe if you want, we can do some more when we get home', he said. 'Get home? 'Yes, well if you like hanging out at our house, I want you to think of it as yours as well.' 'Gosh Sir, I feel so safe and happy and loved there. I would love to spend more time with you. Well, or you and Uncle Terry when he is there.' As we pulled into the lot, he rustled my hair and said, 'good boy, now lets get you some tips. Do you remember everything from yesterday?' 'Yes Sir, I think so, oh, wait, my help cards, what did I do with my help cards?' He opened the glove box and pulled them out and handed them to me as we exited the truck and said, 'Here they are, I got you covered pup.' As we entered the restaurant and things were crazy busy. Mr C yelled out, 'what is going on?' Jax hollered back, 'we just got slammed with a huge order and we were already busy because of all the games on.' Mr. C said to 'go up front and help with the deliveries' while he joined Jax and the rest of the guys in the kitchen. There were 2 others ready to head out and they were each looking over the routes. Both saw this one order for two pizzas and the guy looked at the woman and said 'I aint going to that one, lets give it to the new kid'. 'Sure, I can do it, what is it?' I asked. The one guy said, 'it is bad area, lots of dealers and skanks. Here is what you do, you just go in the front door, dont ring the bell, they dont like that. There is a table as soon as you enter the house, they always leave a big stash of cash there. Just put the pizza down and take the money and get the fuck out of there. They are friends of Jax's but dont tell him I said so, but it is a bunch of his ex-cons. They have usually been partying and drinking so DON'T bother them! Do you hear me kid? Do NOT bother them. Just go in, drop off the pie, get your money and get the fuck out.' 'Sure I can do that, no worries' I said. I got this easy. I could see Sarah's name tag and she grabbed my arm and then she looked at the other guy and said, 'Wait, Noah, you realllllly should do this, you shouldn't let him go, he is new'. 'Fuck that.' Noah said, 'he is a big kid, he is 18, he can handle himself, right dude?' 'Yeah of course, I got this' I said and I loaded up the delivery box and headed out the back door. I found the house easy enough and parked in the driveway. There were several other cars in the driveway and sort of parked all over the place. The house was big but not well maintained. As I walked up the sidewalk, I could hear some house music getting louder. As Noah said, the front door was part way open and I entered. I had smelled pot a couple times before and when I was nearing the house it smelled like someone was smoking some of the marijuana. Sure enough, just inside the door was a table with a wad of cash on it. I set the pizza down and took the wad of cash. As I was turning to leave and stuffing the money into my pocket, I heard something that sounded like a cry for help. I stopped in my tracks and listened. The music was kind of loud but I heard it again. I moved closer to the rickety wooden steps leading to upstairs and bent my ear toward the steps. Then I heard it again, 'stop' 'please stop' 'stop it hurts' 'I cant' 'please'. It sounded like a woman, her voice was soft but scared. Maybe it was the TV? Maybe she was being hurt? Fuck, what do I do. I got out my cards and asked myself. 'Should I defy Noah's instructions to get the heck out and go upstairs and see if she needs help?' i turned over the card and it read... 'Yes, absolutely'. I slowly started to sneak up the old wooden staircase. The smell of marijuana was getting stronger and the music was getting louder. I made it to the top of the steps and hear two voices coming out of one of the rooms. I carefully crept down the hallway and peaked into the room. It was two black dudes with their backs to me sitting on some old gross dirty furniture, smoking some weed and playing a video game. The noise of the music seemed to drown out my footsteps. Then I heard more cries for help. 'please don't' 'oh god' 'no' 'no' 'oh please' they weren't loud screams of pain, more like whimpers and mini screams mixed together. I snuck further down the dark hall and noticed the door was cracked open at the end of the hall. I got close enough to peak in and saw a dark haired guy blindfolded on the bed. It wasnt a woman at all, it was a dude. A small tiny dude having sex. He was tied around his arms and legs to the bed posts. There was this huge black dude covered in tats with a giant cock fucking him. There was a second black dude kneeling over his head feeding his big black cock deep into the guys mouth. I then noticed the guy getting used, reach over and picked up something over to this other side. It was a little brown bottle. My eyes instantly zeroed in on it. It was all I could see. My eyes got huge and I knew it was the bottle of magic. Just then, I felt a guy lunge at me from behind. I felt his arm come up from behind and get me in a head lock. He had to be 6 foot 6 inches and super strong. He other hand went up to my mouth and firmly clamped my mouth closed. My eyes stayed glued on the brown bottle from the room and my heart raced. The guy behind me held me very firm and whispered into my ear. Well well well, what do we have here, but a beautiful blond princess. If you know what is good for you just stay very calm and very still and he shook me a little and said 'understood'? I nodded my head yes and he started pulling me toward another room across the hallway.

I was in my 20s, often horny, and often bored. Work was good enough, life was good enough, and I was good enough. My job was remote and easy, and there was ample time to sit around, daydream, and edge. I was a top. It came naturally to me. I tried bottoming a few times, more out of a sense of obligation than desire. My hunger for hole was innate. I felt that primal urge when I saw a bottom, that desire to make them feel that mix of pleasure and pain. The feeling of grinding up against their ass, letting them feel my cock tease their hole, covering their mouth with mine while I slid in deeper and deeper. I had a thick cock that made bottoms gasp, and I shot big loads that often hit my face when I jerked off. My friends knew I was a top. I wasn't shy about it. I'd fucked some of them. Being a dom came easy to me. I liked being in control. I liked being a bit cocky, having that swagger, getting in a guy's head. I knew a little about kink, I'd been to gear nights, and I'd had older guys teach me the right lessons: respect your partners, respect consent, leave the people you hooked up with in a better place than you'd found them. And I'd taught those lessons to other friends, and the younger guys I'd hooked up with. I did the right things. But I wanted to do the wrong things. Despite all my talk of consent and respect, that wasn't what my brain really craved. I wanted to fuck who I wanted, when I wanted, and how I wanted. And how I wanted it was raw, always. Not just raw. I wanted to corrupt guys. It turned me the fuck on seeing innocent twinks filled with cum, their tight holes opened up and flooded. Don't get me wrong, I loved it when guys were ready to fuck and get used from the start, but it was different with the innocent ones. The worst part? I wanted to stealth. Badly. So badly. And the cravings never seemed to go away. I'd never heard of it until I saw it for myself. It only took one video to break my brain: a grainy 240p of a guy snipping the top of a condom off mid fuck and shooting a load deep in a bottom on all fours. I came as soon as I realized what he was doing. I closed the browser window quickly, but later that day, I searched for the name of that video, got rock hard in seconds and blew another load. I tried being good. I kept ignoring these urges in reality, even if it made me cum fucking hard, every time. I always discussed testing before hookups, and still used condoms, even if what I wanted to do was rip them off, slide in deep and fill them full of my seed. I'd jerk off to bareback porn – always bareback porn – and imagine how warm and tight their holes must feel. But it was all a fantasy for me. Until I met him.

I know the perfect library bar where I'd meet you for a drink, dressed in my dark pinstripe tailored suit. The pants are tight, subtly hinting at my growing desire for you. After a few drinks, I'd whisk you away to Lincoln Center, securing a private balcony booth seat just for us. There, I'd take your hand, lean in close, and whisper, "I have a secret to share with you." I'd then take my cock out, inviting you to a taste, knowing you couldn't refuse the allure. Thick and large, my member would beckon you to indulge in our mutual pleasures without reservation. Your eyes would betray your lustful passions as you take me in, unable to resist. While Ascanio in Alba, K. 111, plays its enchanting melody, I'd lead you behind the curtain, by the stairs, drop your trousers, and mount you, my hand gently covering your mouth to stifle your moans. Using your hole to relieve my burden, at our crescendo, your hole would be stretch, soar, and drench in my cum. I'd then tenderly repaint you, helping you adjust your clothes before we return to our seats to enjoy the rest of the performance. You'd melt into the safety of my arms, purring like a kitten as I brush your hair gently, rewarding your affections with soft kisses on your neck. After the opera, I know just the place—a intimate, sleazy East Village dive bar where we can continue our night. In the backroom, I'd share you with a few close friends, their hands and mouths exploring your body to the rhythm of others stroking their cocks, eagerly awaiting their turn to use you. In the end, you'll definitely need dry cleaning, but it'll be worth it as you wake up in some stranger's bed, surrounded by me and a few others, ready for rounds four or five. Our night will be a blend of romance and raw passion, a memory etched in both our minds.

Recon used to be the "go-to" site for anything related to the LeatherLife. Haven't used it since I left Chicago though - it's just too hot (weather-wise) here in SoFL to wear much gear. It's pretty much limited to maybe a harness and some skimpy leather shorts. Pig Week is a notable exception, but that's only for one week.

I should have been able to guess the location. LOL! But the year, was going to be difficult to guess.

See, that would turn me on. Not the 7 year old himself, but I would have told him how hot it was fucking him on the bed where he was made. Then I'd ask if he conceived his son in the same bed? That might have freaked him out but oh well. And yeah, in 11 years I'd totally be into a 3 way with dad and son. I've been with a divorced guy. Not in his marital bed or home but in his apt and there were pics of his kids all around. Just knowing that the sperm going down my throat made them was a huge turn on.

Basically in 10 out of 10 cases, yeah! Being recorded while sucking cock or taking it in the ass is a huge turn on, especially if my face, cock and/or ass are visible. Can't deny what a slut you are when you're looking at yourself begging for poz cum while getting railed by some stranger. And I think most guys keep those recordings to themselves, though it would be hot to be put on the internet.

Well now we have a world online with social media where it came along, was free, and most of us volunteers our interests and everything about ourselves. What we buy, what we eat, what we watch, who we like and how we're all 6-degrees of separation. And we did all of that voluntarily. If we were smart enough, we'd ditch our online identities (mostly) and adopt a different or more anonymous persona so that the data we're providing is completely misleading. Let them think you're really "Steve from Austin who is a womanizer, drinks craft beer and is a rabid Cowboys fan with a pizza addiction". 😉

I don't believe the married men I have sex with are straight. They may feel pressured by families or the way they were raised, but if they are putting their dick in me they are not straight. Bi-sexual yes, but not straight. I have had long term sexual encounters with guys who are married/were married/have children etc. Those who I got to know well, I often ask. They tell me society's pressures made them marry early. Though maybe one of them wanted to have a "relationship" with them, the rest it was mainly about sex. That is not to say I didn't enjoy their company. They treated me with respect, and not one of them called me a "fag" or else they would have been out the door. Yes they were tops, yes they liked head and wanted to top me, but still - a straight guy who wanted to cheat on his wife would go and find another woman, not come to my apartment and fuck me, a grown man. I am not a sub, I am not effeminate, I don't act like a woman or wear women's lingerie. I am just a guy who likes guys. As times goes on, I think social norms will change, at least somewhat. Those guys who felt pressured or locked into relationships in the past will be replaced with men who are more confident in their sexuality and not fearful of the repercussions of what might happen if someone found out they were gay. Times are changing....despite the political views in the US now.

Great continuation of this story. I feel Dan is just about to seriously think about stopping his prep. I think he should stop taking his prep and maybe stay away for a month or two. Then when he is totally free of any prep in his body go visit his friends and stay with them for a week or two.

Dan pushed open the door to Jason’s apartment, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped inside. It had been weeks since their last encounter, weeks filled with conflicting thoughts and unspoken desires. The air was thick with anticipation as Dan’s eyes met Jason’s, a silent understanding passing between them. Without a word, Dan began to strip, his movements deliberate and provocative. His shirt hit the floor first, followed by his jeans, leaving him standing in nothing but his boxers. Jason watched, his gaze intense, as Dan approached him, the distance between them closing with every step. “Miss me?” Dan asked, his voice laced with challenge, as he reached out to pull Jason close. Jason’s response was immediate and rough, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he pressed him against the wall. Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling in a dance of dominance and submission. Jason’s hands moved down, yanking Dan’s boxers off with a swift motion, exposing him fully. Dan gasped into the kiss, his breath already coming in short, ragged bursts. “Missed your ass,” Jason growled, his voice thick with desire, as he stepped back just enough to free himself from his own clothes. His cock stood proud and hard, the biohazard tattoo above it a stark reminder of the risks they both embraced. Without hesitation, Jason pushed Dan back against the wall, lining up their bodies, his erection pressing against Dan’s thigh. “Ready for this?” Jason asked, his tone commanding, as he reached for the lube on the nearby table. “Fuck me,” Dan whispered, his eyes dark with need, as he spread his legs, offering himself up. Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He slicked his fingers with lube, pressing them against Dan’s entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. Dan moaned, his head falling back against the wall as Jason prepped him, his fingers moving in and out with a steady rhythm. “You’re tight - haven't been getting fucked enough,” Jason muttered, his breath hot against Dan’s ear, as he added a second finger, stretching him further. “Just fuck me already,” Dan pleaded, his body arching into the touch, desperate for more. Jason smirked, withdrawing his fingers, and positioned himself at Dan’s entrance, his cock pressing against the wet, willing opening. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside, filling Dan completely. Dan cried out, his hands gripping Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the invasion. “Fuck, you feel good,” Jason groaned, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm, driving deeper with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the scent of sweat and lust heavy in the air. Dan’s moans were raw and unfiltered, his body moving in sync with Jason’s, their connection primal and intense. “Harder,” Dan demanded, his voice breathless, as he wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist, urging him to go deeper. Jason obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hands gripping Dan’s hips tightly as he pounded into him with abandon. As the pace quickened, Dan’s breath caught in his throat, his body trembling on the edge of release. “Jason… fuck…” he panted, his voice breaking as he struggled to form words. Jason’s eyes locked onto his, his expression fierce and dominant. “Cum for me, Dan,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel your hole milk my cock.” The words sent a jolt of pleasure through Dan, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his cum spilling between them, coating Jason’s stomach. Jason didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless as he rode out Dan’s orgasm, his own release building to a fever pitch. “Fuck, Dan… you’re so fucking hot,” Jason groaned, his voice strained as he emptied himself deep inside, his cum filling Dan’s hole in a hot, wet rush. For a moment, they stood there, breathless and connected, Jason still buried inside Dan, their hearts pounding in unison. Then, slowly, Jason pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, leaving Dan’s hole gaping and satisfied. Dan slid to the bed, his legs shaky, as Jason leaned against the wall, catching his breath. “Do you... can I ask... how… how did you convert?” Dan asked, his voice soft, the question hanging between them like a challenge. Jason smirked, his expression both playful and dangerous. “Before I was in recovery,” he replied, his tone casual. “Probably from sharing needles. Why?” Dan hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Do you… regret it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jason’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. “Fuck no,” he growled. “It has let me be the fully authentic slut I am.” Dan’s breath hitched, his mind racing as Jason stepped closer, his presence commanding. “Admit it, Dan,” Jason pressed, his voice low and persuasive. “You find getting fucked raw by a poz top extra hot.” Dan’s cheeks flushed, his body betraying him as his cock twitched at the words. “Maybe,” he mumbled, his voice laced with embarrassment. Jason smirked, his fingers digging into Dan’s hips as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Dan’s ear. “A gay slut doesn’t reach perfection until he’s poz,” he whispered, his tone seductive. “Your boy pussy’s very fine, but to become the ultimate cum milker it would need to be a poz boy pussy.” Dan’s eyes widened, his mind reeling at the suggestion. “This is fucking with my brain,” he stammered, his voice shaking. But Jason ignored him, his fingers sliding down to Dan’s hole, pressing inside as he smeared his cum back inside from across Dan’s skin. “Feel that?” Jason murmured, his voice dark with desire. “My seed marking you as mine.” Jason, fully hard again, pulled Dan's feet over his shoulders. Dan shuddered, his body responding despite his confusion, as Jason slammed into him once more, his thrusts hard and urgent. “Fuck, Jason…” Dan moaned, his voice breaking as he came again, untouched, his cum spilling onto the floor. Jason followed, his release explosive, his cum mixing with Dan’s as he filled him once more. Later, as Jason sat on the couch, his mind still reeling, he found himself recounting the encounter to Jimmy. “He's progressing nicely,” Jimmy remarked, a grin spreading across his face as he listened to Jason's retelling. “Or losing his mind,” Jason replied, his voice laced with uncertainty. Jimmy’s grin only widened, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe a bit of both,” he said, his tone knowing.

I've been bent over my married daddies couch, kitchen top and in the shower ...he rarely uses his bed as im there to be used however he wants

So my step dad has been acting odd lately ever since he has this new work buddy. See my step dad is kind of a oddly quiet man. He holds shit in way to long til that one day he just explodes. But this man he met at work got him on something. Im empathic and his energy is just off. So one day him and George came home bar close, first time ever seeing my step dad drunk. But then George walks in and some hot guy my age. Sorry I'm Zack, and this is my drunk dad. Sorry he is being really weird lately ! Well shit Zack this is my drunk step dad. Literal he has never drank around us. That is off. Because him and dad drink all the time at Our place. Well more now that mom left and never came back. But to be honest, don't get mad. But your step dad got a he gay. I busted out laughing, oh Zack I'm gay, my step dad thought we could pray the gay away out of me. Sorry. Well sorry to you because I walked in on your step dad getting pounded raw by my dad. Blank stares, and sacks evil smile looking past me. I turn around and my step dad is right in my face smells like whiskey. Pushes me against the wall and says, Well you finally know, thanks Zack, this fag here beleived my acting for 10 years. Well this is the real me. He flips me arondpulls my pants down. Im still in shock and asked Zack if I was dreaming. He smacks me an said, nope. Oh dam u have thought of him this way! U r worse than him. As my dick is rock hard gushing precum. Fuck daddy stop, moms gona wake up. Oh boy, as he pounds my hole into he wall, shes not here dumbass, she's at her sisters till whenever, we r divorcing and she wanted you to know she needs alone time and that I am taking care of you. The tone is his voice was scary. But made me shoot

To the OP though, one of the brightest signs of a real, genuine, down-n-dirty pig is guys putting their mouths on a well-bred Hole, tonguing out the loads/hole sweat, and sharing it with other pigs. What could possibly be more endorsing to our sexual lives than sharing the fruits of our labors with our brothers?

I hope there's more of this - I could be The Stud or The Prey in this...

ZEUS Gabriel didn’t care for his nickname Zeus. Allowing himself to be referred to as a God, even a made-up one, was prideful. Andrew… he wouldn’t refer to his friend as Assmunch in his head… Andrew said you didn’t get to choose your nickname. Even calling Andrew that word offended his sense of propriety. But an ass was the name for a donkey, and it was in the Bible, so although it rubbed him the wrong way he could allow himself to use it because Andrew insisted. He could do it for Andrew. The justification still felt uncomfortable. Andrew had gone home for his father‘s funeral and was supposed to return on Monday morning. Gabriel wanted to tell Andrew he understood how he felt but it wasn’t the right time. Gabriel was just ten years old when his father had died. The old tractor had slipped gear when his father had gone to move a thick branch that had fallen from the old oak in the north field. Two of his older brothers had been walking the field and saw but they were too far away to stop it from happening. He’d been crushed under the huge rear wheel and they hadn’t gotten him to the hospital before his lungs filled with blood. Death on a farm was simply a fact of life and life was hard. You worked from before the sun came up to when it went down, you didn’t whine or complain, everyone pulled their weight and there wasn’t much time for softness and sympathy. All his eleven sisters and brothers did their part. Gabriel was the youngest boy, and he had one sister that was younger. His mother cried on the day his father was buried, and that was all because grief was self-indulgent. The fields still needed plowed, the cows fed and milked, their two horses, chickens, pigs and dogs needed caring for. The cats took care of themselves, plenty of mice and small game for them. Besides, the cats preferred to stick to themselves, barely acknowledging anyone who walked by. The cats also had a job, and they mostly did it well. It didn’t mean he didn’t miss his father, or wasn’t affected when he died. You just accepted it and moved on. Dwelling on what couldn’t be changed was not the Gunnerson way. Hard work was the Gunnerson way, you did your best, did the right thing, made no excuses, minded your business, devoted yourself to God, your family and community and left each day complete and unwasted. At ten, he’d struggled with his father’s death, but his brothers and mother had only allowed a short time for him to be sad before setting him straight. His family wasn’t cold or unemotional, they just accepted that there was a time and place for indulging your feelings. His brothers had actually taken the time individually to explain that it was okay to remember and miss their father, but neglecting the living was an insult to the memory of the dead. Honor your father by fulfilling your responsibilities and looking forward, not back. “Sleeper, do you think Andrew will be back for graduation?“ he asked. Sleeper was working on his dress uniform for graduation.Sergeant Walters said it didn’t matter what the weather was going to be, it was going to happen. They were about to get hammered with a system that was going to have winds up to 60 kph and dump up to four feet of snow, and it was coming tonight. “It doesn’t look like it Zeus but its just a ceremony. It doesn’t mean he won’t get his qualification. He took his test before he left, felt good about it.” Sleeper explained. Gabriel had already pressed, polished, shined, and covered his uniform then hung it in his locker. He’d still go over it again Monday night because he wouldn’t leave anything to chance. “Do you think we’ll see him again?” Sleeper froze holding a shoe in one hand and a polishing cloth in the other. “I hope so Zeus.” he replied softly. There was something about his best friend that brought out the best in him and he didn’t feel quite the same without him. No one knew what their next duty station would be and they wouldn’t find out until later this week when they got their orders officially. The entire Company had been hand selected from different Units for this special 6 month training in Germany at the NATO training base, but they weren’t told why, or what the Army intended to do with them, only that it would be valuable to further their careers if they accepted. They could all go to different Regiments, or all to one. There were 61 Infantry Regiments possible currently. Gabriel thought their performance during this training would dictate their next assignment. It would all depend on which area you excelled in. A couple of the guys had to repeat tests and qualification but since they were still here he assumed they managed basic standards. “But if we go to Ranger School we will, right?” Gabriel asked the beautiful man he knew he was falling for. Addison was more than just a good soldier, more than an exciting body with a gorgeous handsome face. Addison had a feeling to him that was warm and safe to Gabriel. He still hadn’t reconciled acting on his sexual feelings for Addison and they hadn’t repeated it mostly because Gabriel knew it was important that they don’t do anything that would cause eyebrows to raise. But Gabriel wanted to do it again, and more. At home, before the Army, Gabriel found it easy to steer his mind away from illicit thoughts of men. Even in the time before he came to Germany when he saw a fellow soldier he considered attractive he could dismiss it as simple recognition of physical qualities. But Sleeper was GOOD, all the way inside. Yes, Addison knew he was attractive, flaunted himself continuously and he was prideful. Andrew called him cocky and arrogant. Gabriel felt that wasn’t exactly true. Arrogance would mean Addison used his attractiveness against others to gain advantage, or alternatively considered himself above others who weren’t entitled to be his equal. Addison didn’t behave that way, ever, with anyone. He helped anyone who asked, treated the entire Company with kindness and respect and never said a bad word about a single person. There was a graciousness to him in all things. It was like Addison didn’t see people in that way. Even if someone messed up, he didn’t get angry at them, he made it clear he was angry about what they did, not them. If one of the guys insulted him, he just smiled because insults didn’t bother him. He was much like Gabriel in that way. Insults said everything about the person expressing them, and nothing about the person being insulted. That didn’t mean Addison put up with any garbage from the guys. It was another thing that pleased Gabriel about Addison. He seemed to know exactly the appropriate response and level to defuse a potentially heated situation while still establishing such behavior wasn’t going to be tolerated by him. Addison was just perfect. He had a nobility in everything he was. Perhaps it had something to do with his family. Addison had let slip to Andrew that his ancestors had come to America in the 1630’s to help with the spread of Catholic missions in what was now Florida. Sent by the King of Spain, Addison’s distant ancestor was a minor noble. Of course, it was a certain kind of exile because the real power was in Mexico where there was gold, silver and gems and the Church held sway over the natives. Florida had nothing. All the hopes the Spanish had for Florida came to nothing, and by the mid 1600’s it was deemed a backwater colony that was worth no more than land. Gabriel knew it was wrong to listen to their conversation, but Addison could see him sitting there talking to Andrew on his bunk not far away so a small part of him argued that he had Addison’s permission to hear it. He knew it was rude and improper and he’d have been strapped for it when he was younger. Had been, in fact. Spare the rod, spoil the child as the Bible said. He was an I’ll behaved child, so it was only right that his father corrected him with a strapping. He watched Addison give his shoe a final close inspection. “The heel, Addison. You’re going to need the paint marker.” He observed to his friend. Addison sighed. “I’ll get it tomorrow. We have to mop now, so we can get to the laundry. Won’t have another chance today. We won’t go to Ranger School right away, Zeus. We need Airborne qualification. That’s the next step. Then RASP, where they put us through the ringer to see if we have what it takes. Those are both in Ft. Benning, GA, where we did our first Advanced Individual Training out of Basic. But Ranger School’s there too, that’s where the 75th Regiment is. I think they’ll send us all to Ft. Benning. I just find it odd that they wouldn’t tell us why they offered us THIS training, here. It was like Basic, AIT and specialty training on steroids and everyone had to master everything, not just their specialty. You have to wonder... all these guys have some kind of special quality, you can just see it in our performance on all the drills in the field, qualification modules and tests. None of us are lazy, stupid, or just coasting in the Army. We’re all set on going career. So it makes me think we’re some kind of test group. I can read between the lines and when they told us this was just another Advanced Individual Training and that‘s what we’d tell our families it sounded like they didn’t want us or anyone else to know what it REALLY was. And if they aren’t done with us, it may be a while before they let us become Rangers.” Addison was just thinking out loud, Gabriel knew. They’d all wondered what this training was for. After regular AIT they were given a list of duty stations to choose from. It didn’t mean you’d get any of your choices, you just went where they needed you. But with this training they hadn’t gotten a list. Which meant the Army had plans for them. At least that’s what Gabriel thought. The few conversations with the others said everyone suspected the same thing. This wasn’t ordinary in any way. “I hope we stay together, Addison.” Gabriel said seriously. He hoped Addison read between THOSE lines and understood he wasn’t talking about the Bravos. Addison smiled at him with that charming handsome face. Just then, Puta walked up. “Hey Puta, are you and your boyfriend gonna to do da mopping?” he said with a grin at Sleeper. Gabriel scowled at him. Sleeper couldn’t ignore that Zeus seemed insulted by being referred to as his boyfriend. Sleeper put his hand on Gabriel’s arm. “He’s joking, Zeus. You really need to read people better. Maybe we’ll work on that. Yeah Puta, we were just about to start. We’ll start out here. Socks only from now on.” I’ll let dem know.” Puta gave Zeus an apologetic look. “It was a joke, Zeus. You no have to strike me down.” Gabriel suppressed his frustration. Addison said this was how brothers behaved with teasing and insults. His own brothers had never done that. By example he was taught you said what you thought directly and good men weren’t sly or denigrating to the people they cared about. It didn’t bother him as much when Addison and Andrew behaved that way towards each other, but it was still wrong. After they got the barracks mopped, which took a while, they gathered their laundry and went to the laundromat. On Saturdays and Sundays they generally had permission to travel the base on task but they’d better have a reason to be somewhere if they were asked by a superior. They weren’t given total freedom because it was still a NATO training base and the powers that be didn’t want too much interaction between their Company and their international guests. Gabriel didn’t actually know why, but that was his guess. Other American soldiers were allowed to mix. It was just their Company that wasn’t. But then, they also weren’t allowed much interaction with the Americans either. It was more than odd. They all knew it was likely that Sergeant Walters and the Lieutenant knew about their Saturday night party. And their alcohol stash. Gabriel took note of every camera inside and outside the barracks. He’d also determined that their superiors allowed it to happen perhaps as a test. It could also be that Command was trying to allow them to let off the steam and youthful energy that built up over the week of being hyper focused, serious and full of pressure to perform knowing the Platoon was on near lockdown and would need an outlet. Sergeant Walters knew EVERYTHING that happened inside and outside the barracks. Gabriel was certain the other Sergeants and Lieutenants knew too. And they never got an unannounced visit from 2000 to 0000. After midnight it was anyone’s guess. But they were left alone to have their crazy Saturday night parties for four hours. At 1430, the barracks phone rang. Private Sendahl was tasked with barracks communication today so everyone knew he would answer. Everyone checked the message board just outside the entry door every time they left or entered, but sometimes orders came by phone. Of course, with Andrew gone Addison was in charge and he’d given out the barracks duties this morning. At 1500 Gabriel would have to walk the entire barracks for inspection. At some point today or tomorrow morning the Sergeants would be looking in every crack and crevice to find the smallest speck of dust or equipment out of place or off by a half inch. The entire platoon was finishing up last minute cleaning and arranging determined by Addison’s duty list. Saturday nights and Sundays they didn’t have a duty Sergeant watching them from the small alcove off the open bay so Sendahl... Wanker, Gabriel reminded himself, had to run over to get the phone. “Guys, it’s Assmunch!” Cade Sendahl yelled into the bay. Addison appeared quickly to take the phone. “BUDDY! Damn, I was hoping you’d call. How are you holding up?” Addison remained quiet, listening to whatever Andrew responded. “Yeah, Zeus and I got your stuff secured. Zeus did the packing so you know it’s done right but you can kick his ass if it gets to you and something is fucked up. Tomorrow I’ll have Bootlicker take your issued gear and sign it back in at the Quartermaster’s before the snow gets too deep.” Another pause. “No, we don’t know either. I don’t think it’s a secret, just that they are waiting to tell us. You know how it is.” The rest of the platoon had been slowly gathering as the word spread that Andrew was on the phone. “Yeah, probably not but I think wherever we’re going will be together. At least most of us will, you know everyone met or exceeded performance expectations so it’s just a matter of if they want to carve us up. A few of us are betting on Ft. Benning for Airborne qualification but who knows.” Sleeper was sitting on the edge of the Sergeant’s desk playing with the phone cord while he listened. “I hope so too, buddy. He’s right here. Zeus, Assmunch wants you next. The rest of you hang around, he wants to talk to you too but make it quick he’s calling long distance.” Gabriel took the phone from Sleeper’s hand. “Hi Andrew….Yes, we know. It will probably be Tuesday during or after graduation……Friday? I don’t know why they’d make you wait that long but if you want to call us on Wednesday we’ll tell you what we know……Me too, Andrew…..Julio? Okay.“ Gabriel held the phone out to Puta. “You’re next.” There was only a little surprise that leaked through when he said it. The order that Andrew called for them was being noted. Puta wasn’t usually one of Andrew’s top choices. Even Puta seemed surprised. “Ay, Puta. You got everyting tightened down over der?” Puta‘s smooth accented voice said. “Jess... we no slackin’ off but dat Puta Footlong embarrassed us by finishing da 4 miles way before da rest of us. We gonna tie him to his rack and beat him wit our boots tonight. It’s no fair, he got three legs to run wit. Si, hermano mio. Yo tambien.” Puta held the phone out to Wanker. “Here Puta.” Wanker held the phone to his head for a half a minute, just uttering an ‘uh huh, okay. Yes. Sure Assmunch.” then he passed the phone to Troll. Slowly over the next twenty minutes, Assmunch had talked to everyone in the whole platoon. After Andrew hung up, the mood was generally happy and upbeat, but with an underlying current of somberness. Most of them wanted Assmunch with the platoon. Without him, Gabriel felt like they were missing a crucial limb, or marching into battle without a weapon. They were gradually filtering back to the duties they’d been taking care of before the phone call when the door at the end of the bay flew open. “BRAVO PLATOON FORM UP!” Sergeant Walters yelled at the top of his lungs. They all scrambled to form up at attention. It took a full 45 seconds for everyone to get to the bay from where they’d been cleaning the barracks. Sergeant Walters looked angry. “You grunts think you’re done? When I say fall in you don’t kiss your girlfriends goodbye, you don’t wipe your ass, you don’t let your FUCKING FEET TOUCH THE GROUND! Fifty! Now!” As one they flung themselves to the floor and started pumping out the push-ups. While they paid their penance, Sergeant Walters continued. “ECWCS... that’s level 6 EXTENDED Cold Weather uniform Private Demon, if I catch you without them again you’re scrubbing my barracks roof free of every spec of snow. You have 12 minutes to get to bugout location.” He turned and left through the door. “You think we’re going somewhere?” Wanker piped up first. He was hammering through his pushups almost doing two for everyone else’s one. Footlong was not far behind him. The rest kept a slower steady pace. “Guess we’ll find out.” Cellblock said. Gabriel liked Quincy Washington. The man the rest called Cellblock was a fit 185 lbs of the most amazing dark skin, with large hands and feet, long sleek legs, no body fat and a behind that was almost as nice as Addison’s. Being from rural Wisconsin, Gabriel had never seen anyone like him. He was absolutely beautiful and not long after he’d met him Gabriel knew he was a good man. And he was smart. Gabriel thought he might actually be smarter than Bootlicker. After Addison, Quincy was one of the soldiers in his platoon Gabriel had to remind himself not to have illicit thoughts about. It only took them a minute to complete their exercise after which they all scrambled to don their ECWs and get out the door for the run to building 237. When they arrived, the other Platoons were already in formation. They wasted no time assuming their space between the Alphas and the Charlies. Private Lamont scanned their ranks as they passed by, and Gabriel saw a puzzled surprise on his face. His face never left forward, but he spoke out the side of his mouth. “Where’s Assmunch?” He whispered loudly enough for his voice to carry, and no more. “Home.” “Fuck. Booted?” “Funeral.” “Fuck.” “Listen up!” Sergeant Horvath yelled from the front. “Platoon leaders front and center!” Lamont, Taylor, and Kincaid stepped away and moved to the front. Addison, being Andrew’s second joined them. Gabriel couldn’t hear what they were being told, but they soon returned with a package sealed in plastic. “Squad leaders, to me.” Addison announced. Privates Washington, Simmons and Davidson stepped to Addison’s side. “Demon, check your boots and tighten those laces.” Addison said before turning to his squad leaders. Lamont, Taylor and Kincaid were doing the same with their Platoons. “Zeus, come up here. You’re acting squad leader while I command the Platoon.” Addison opened the package and produced four sealed envelopes that he handed to the squad leaders. “Those are your orders. BRAVOS, LOAD UP IN THE TRANSPORT AT THE SOUTH OF THE LOT. MOVE OUT!” As one, the Bravos grunted in a yell “UNH!” And ran in step to the transport, the squad leaders running beside and slightly behind them. Addison was out front. Gabriel saw that the other Platoons were doing the same toward their transports at the separate cardinal locations of the lot. They packed into the troop transport… and they were packed. Four of the guys sat on the floor in the middle between the feet of the others, and the rest that didn’t have seats on the benches were on someone’s lap. Sendahl had taken Gabriel’s lap. Gabriel didn’t mind. “Listen up!” Addison yelled over the sound of the truck engine. “We’re being dropped at Ottenhoff, 45 clicks due west of Grafenwoehr. When we arrive, get our support transport unloaded. Bootlicker, when does the front of the storm get here?” “Four hours at the earliest, Sleeper.” Bootlicker yelled. “Assuming constant current speed.” Sleeper took a few seconds to think. “I want Squad leaders to get me camp locations by the time we offload. We’re spending the night in the forest, brothers. Time is not on our side. We’re moving out fast so everyone check and double check the soldier next to you.” “Wanker, sit on Troll.” Gabriel ordered. When Wanker moved, Zeus took his orders packet from his coat’s breast pocket and opened it. Inside he found a topographic map of the area. It had a transparent overlay of man made landmarks like roads, towns and farms. “Simmons, Davidson, Washington… let’s confer.” Everyone switched places so the four Squad Leaders could consult their maps. Forty minutes later they poured out of the transport and had the second transport unloaded of their packs and gear. The Platoon made quick work of getting everything on their backs and on two sleds. The Squad Leaders huddled around Sleeper. “Here, Sleeper.” Cellblock pointed to a location 10 km’s to the east inside the forest. “I wish we had a satellite image.” Sleeper mused. “These packs and the sleds will slow us down.” “Some. But The Veldenstein Forest has roads and trails. Yeah, it’s not a direct route, but what we lose in distance we make up because it’s easier ground to travel. Less variations in the terrain.” Cellblock explained. “We assumed our orders were to get back to base. We only have three hours to reach the site and get camp set up before the storm hits. 6 miles gives us a little padding, we can do that in two hours over this terrain, but we have to hustle.” “I confirm mission is to return to base. We’re to rendezvous with the Charlies here, by nightfall tomorrow.” Sleeper pointed to another location on the map. It was 20 km from where their camp would be tonight. On a nice clear day with no snow on the ground, making their target would be a breeze. “Plan a route tonight that will get us there before tomorrow dark. We’ll be marching while it snows, and tonight we’re supposed to get a foot or more so by end of day tomorrow it’ll be two feet deep. There’s going to be problems that will slow us down. If we’ve got to cut across the terrain to do it, then we do it.” “No Sleeper. We stick to the roads.” Gabriel spoke. “We don’t want to go off into the woods on that much fresh snow. We don’t know these woods. You’ve never been in a storm like this, I have. Expect visibility to be limited. We’re going to need every landmark we can use, and roads and trails are best. A foot of snow is manageable in the woods. But by mid day tomorrow we’re going to have problems if we don’t stick to the roads.” Sleeper sharpened his gaze on Zeus. “Can we make it back to base by Wednesday with this snow?” Zeus looked at Cellblock, who shrugged. “Maybe. It will depend on everyone keeping up and the weather. After we leave the Veldenstein, it’s open farmland until we reach the base. But we’re also marching with the Charlies. Too many unknowns.” “Okay. Let’s just focus on the rendezvous with Lamont tomorrow and hope he’s got more intel.” Sleeper decided. The Bravos moved out at a steady jog, choosing to eat up distance with speed. They arrived at their chosen site just as the first snowflakes began. The temperature had plummeted a half hour before. It was expected to drop to 4 degrees by midnight. “Everyone pair up in tents. It’s going to be cold. From now on everyone sticks to their buddy, you don’t go anywhere without him.” Sleeper announced. Dimples, Bootlicker, and Spaghetti I need a breakdown of the gear we have. Zeus, you and I are paired up.” A few of the guys looked at each other and grinned. Gabriel caught it and wondered what that meant. Gabriel erected the tent he and Sleeper would share. He put their packs inside and rolled out their sleeping bags. He watched Sleeper speak with Dimples, Bootlicker and Spaghetti presumably receiving a report on their supplies. Then he went to speak with Cellblock. By the time he returned, Gabriel was heating up a couple MRE’s over a sterno flame. “Thanks, Zeus.” Sleeper said, taking one of the hot meals. While he ate, they talked. “Zeus, you might have the most practical experience out of all of us with this kind of weather and wilderness. What are we looking at? We have three days to get back to base.” Gabriel gave it some thought. He had the map memorized except for the minor topographic features. “Ottenhoff is at a slightly higher elevation than Grafenwoehr, a difference of 60 meters or so. We don’t have to travel the whole uphill, that will help. But the forest isn’t flat, it’s very hilly. Walking through deep snow will tire us out a lot faster, and cut our distance per day down. We need an average of 12 km per day. If we can do 20 tomorrow, that will help but I think it will take everything we have to make 14.” Sleeper was thinking. “Cellblock, come over here.” Sleeper called. “In fact, Mini Hulk (that was Squad Leader Simmons) and Shark (Davidson ) you come too.” The three of them brought their meals over and squatted next to Sleeper. Mini Hulk was a 5’8” block of muscle, nothing but muscle piled on muscle. He looked like a stack of wrapped tires in his insulated uniform. A stack of tires without a discernible neck. You couldn’t see his fiery red hair hidden under his balaclava. Like most of them he’d thrown the hood of his coat back for freedom of movement and vision. Shark just had a strange face and that was the only physically remarkable thing about him. He was 5’10”, 170, light brown hair deep brown eyes. His face seemed to come to a point centered on his nose and mouth, sloping forward from his hairline to his nose. His nose turned up at the tip, and his jaw and front teeth jutted forward before pulling back to an unfortunate chin. His teeth were gapped and misaligned even though they were all there, just a mangled mess of a mouth. Shark was the least insulting nickname they could come up with. Demon wanted to call him Dickshredder. Andrew had vetoed that being more cruel than funny. Shark was wily and could be as vicious as his namesake, as quick to lash out as he was to drop it so that you always had the sense he was never without a plan of attack and escape. Shark would hit and then be gone before you felt the pain. Gabriel was certain the guy had been picked on mercilessly when he was younger. “Who in your squads has experience with deep snow?” Sleeper asked them. He wasn’t talking to Zeus. “Olympic in my squad worked winters at a Vail ski resort and almost made the U.S. freestyle team for the ‘90 Games. He’s got winter rescue training too.” Mini Hulk replied. “And Chunk grew up in Central Washington State. He was saying there’s different kinds of snow and you have to know what you’re dealing with.” “All mine are from the central U.S. or the south.” Shark answered. “No help there.” Cellblock, always patient, spoke last. “Alaska is our guy, boss. Ice, snow, storms, wilderness … he knows it all. He said his father would take them out hunting in some awful weather.” Sleeper nodded. “Looks like we have our guide team. Get them over here.” They all downed the last of their meals while the others joined them. Sleeper had Wanker police their trash. A light snowfall of large flakes had started. The sky was already dark and the eerie quiet was only broken by the hushed conversations happening around the camp. “Alaska, you take the lead.” Sleeper began. “We go where you say, when you say, how you want it to happen. Zeus, Chunk and Olympic are your team. You all have different experience with this weather, terrain and movement. Don’t take crazy risks, but let’s try to reach the rendezvous before the Charlies.” Sleeper waited a moment before continuing. “We’ve got level 7’s in the gear they sent. Do you think we need to suit up?” Alaska spoke up. “Not tonight. It’s going to be cold tomorrow morning, but unless the wind during the day gets bad our movement will keep us warm enough as we march. Our tents and bags will be fine tonight. Keep the freezer suits packed up. Some do better than others in near zero conditions, so if anyone needs to go level 7, we can always pull them out but most of us will be sweating our asses off tomorrow. We need to let everyone know NOT to de-layer, no matter how much they sweat. Conserving core heat is critical.” Chunk chimed in. “The snowfall will be heavy tomorrow. We can’t spread out so everyone stays within eyesight, and we rotate the lead so no one is breaking new snow for more than an hour. Anyone in the rear will have the easiest time so the lead and the group right behind move to the rear each hour. I’d recommend a two man column.” Sleeper nodded. “Sounds smart. Zeus, any thoughts?” Gabriel squinted his eyes in thought. “We have to think ahead. Two feet of snow will be extremely difficult and that’s the minimum we’re looking at. Not seeing the ground and having to lift our feet is bad, but that’s not the real problem. Our legs and feet will be wet and frozen in under two hours. We need to be above the snow. Not only will we move faster, we’ll avoid injuries. We need snowshoes. Skis would be better, but we don’t have those.” Skis and poles would have been apparent if they’d been included in the gear. Gabriel sighed. “If the storm turns bad, we have to shelter in place until it blows out or wait for rescue.” “There won’t be a rescue. We’re on our own. At least until Thursday. If it’s bad enough for us to hunker down, they won’t be able to get to us. Keep that in mind.” Sleeper said. They all looked at each other. Gabriel knew they were all thinking the same thing: that disaster could strike in ten different ways between someone getting seriously injured, to getting lost, to the weather turning into a full scale blizzard. They were in woods, so snow-burdened falling branches were a real danger. As the snow got deeper it would become more and more difficult to see sudden drops, obstacles, shallow water. Dense snowfall coupled with gale force winds would make navigation almost impossible. “You four need to get us there. Use every trick you know.” Sleeper said. “Go brief your squads.” **************** Alaska showed Zeus, Chunk and Shark how to make rough snowshoes from thin pine branches, and then how to attach them to their boots. They would only last them the day… maybe… but were fast to make and the raw materials were readily available. Zeus finally got to the tent close to 2300 hours after getting the squad to make their snowshoes. He’d shown them what Alaska taught him by making Sleeper a set, so Sleeper could use the time to figure out a plan, set contingencies and do all the things a Platoon leader needed to do. “Boots inside, Addison. It’s warmer in here and you don’t want to dig them out of the snow tomorrow morning.” Zeus told his friend. Zeus picked up Sleeper’s boots, knocked the snow from them and put them next to his near the tent opening. Sleeper was snuggled in his bag, looking at the map by flashlight. “Thanks buddy.” Sleeper watched Zeus unzip his bag and start to crawl in. “The rest of the guys in their tents?” “Yes, Addison, except for the watch.” Sleeper replied. “Good. Good. Um, Zeus?” Sleeper said, not believing that his voice was shaking with nervousness like a schoolgirl with a crush on the football quarterback. “Yes Addison?” “Uh… do you want to zip our bags together? We would have more room. To conserve heat, I mean. These are kind of small, and you’re big, and…” Oh Jesus that sounded weak as shit, he thought. “It’s going to be really cold, and -“ “Okay.” Zeus said in a deep monotone voice with no inflection. Was that reluctance? His giant friend yanked back his bag, nearly breaking the zipper. What the fuck was he angry about? Well shit, he didn’t seem too excited about sharing. Maybe since Zeus got what he wanted five weeks ago he wasn’t interested anymore. Zeus hadn’t been anything except slightly friendly the whole time since then. That kind of hurt Sleeper’s feelings. He wasn’t even asking for sex and just wanted some companionship. Maybe a piece of him wanted the sex too, but they had so many layers on that would prove difficult. “Forget it. Just thought we should keep warm.” Sleeper said. And even to himself it came off sounding short and irritated. “Get some rest.” Zeus was just looking at him, half out of his sleeping bag. Sleeper couldn’t read anything on his face. Nothing, it was completely blank just like it always was. Andrew would know how to read Zeus but Andrew wasn’t here and then Zeus looked away before climbing back into his sleeping bag, re-zipping it and turning away to sleep facing the side of the tent. Yeah, the big guy definitely wasn’t interested anymore. Well damn. Sleeper really liked the big puppy and he was looking forward to finding out if Zeus fucking his ass was really as incredible as it was that first time. There had been something awesome about the feeling of Zeus’s big body on him, his intensity during sex, the power and strength of him and the thrill of not being in control to being the object of Zeus’s lust. None of that happened with Assmunch but it looked like he wasn’t going to get the chance to find out. And that hurt a little too. **************** What was wrong with Addison? Gabriel asked himself. Was he mad at him? Gabriel tried to think of what he’d done wrong and couldn’t think of a single thing. Addison must have seen how happy he was to sleep next to him, nearly jumping out of his sleeping bag to start zipping it to Addison’s … too happy. It was his face, Gabriel knew. It just gave everything away. He would have to do better at keeping his emotions under control. Addison wasn’t gay, he’d said so and that night with him and Andrew was probably just the other two experimenting or being nice to him. Andrew said they had to cool it for a while because of Puta, but maybe he just said that to get Gabriel to calm down. And now, Addison was only trying to look out for him in the storm and Gabriel had taken it as a sign, FINALLY, that Addison was ready for more. They weren’t in the barracks, no one could see in the tent and Gabriel was excited to wrap his body around Addison’s and kiss him. Just the thought of falling asleep holding Addison’s little muscle body gave him an erection. But when Gabriel let his excitement show, Addison suddenly backed off hard and told him to forget it. Maybe Addison had seen his erection and that was why. No, he was bundled up too much for anything to show. It had to have been his eagerness that made Addison change his mind. That made Gabriel sad. Why wasn’t Andrew here? He’d know what to do. **************** Time: 0100 hr. “Lieutenant, we have a problem.” Corporal Evans poked his head into Lieutenant Campbell’s office. There was always a duty officer assigned when a training operation was in progress. Campbell had night watch. “What is it, Corporal?” the lieutenant asked. He was looking at his Platoon’s qualification scores, combining them onto the master report he’d have to send up the chain to Command. He and the other lieutenants had been comparing their groups and it was apparent that Bravo Platoon was exceptional. Even so, there wasn’t a large performance gap between the Bravos and the others. The Army had chosen well. “Radar is showing a depression moving up the Bay of Biscay and crossing into France. The jet stream is going to carry it right to us and it’s moving fast. It’s going to hit our arctic front before sunrise tomorrow. It’s not going to be good.” Evans explained. “We’ve got men out there. The models are all over the place, but this could get as bad as the one in 1987.” Campbell stood up. “Better call everyone in, Corporal. And let’s get Motor Transport on standby. If we need to go get our boys, I don’t want a delay.” The training team was assembled in 45 minutes. “So we’re sure this is going to get that bad?” Sergeant Horvath asked. They could all see the path and intensity of what was headed their way. When it hit the dip in the jet stream hovering over Bavaria where they were, it was going to get violent. And it was going to pull in warmer air toward the west from southeast Europe. Jet stream moving fast, easterly with a depression riding along with it pulling warmer air westerly… the whole region was going to become a maelstrom of ice, snow and wind. “We can’t assume otherwise, Sergeant.” Corporal Evans said. “There are too many similarities to ‘87.” “Do we have a big enough window to track them down in the forest AND get them back here before we get hit?” Lieutenant Campbell asked. Sergeant Walters spoke up. “We have enough time to get to them, but we’ll never make it back.” “Do we have radio contact? Can we order them back to their drop off locations?” Captain Patterson asked. “Maybe get them to a town to wait it out?” “Orders were radio silence until all four Platoons joined up.” Campbell pointed out. “We’re listening, but as far as they know this is part of the operation and they won’t break radio silence until they realize they can’t handle this. By that time it’s going to be too late to help them.” Captain Patterson leaned into Major Ondrian’s shoulder. They had a quick whispered conversation. “Pack out.” Captain Patterson ordered. “You’re to locate your Platoons on foot and sit tight until we can extract you after this blows through. I want status reports every hour until further notice.” ************ Time: 0200 hr. Sleeper jerked awake to the sound of his name. “Sleeper! Wake up!” “Awake, soldier. Report.” Sleeper responded, finding the zipper on his bag and climbing out. “Chunk’s nervous, Sleeper. He said to get you up right away.” After pulling on his boots Sleeper exited the tent, throwing up the hood of his coat. The freezing wind hit his face and hands, and he quickly pulled his balaclava up over his nose and threw on his gloves. Zeus stirred behind him. In the snow and dark, Sleeper took a moment to re-orient himself. He could barely make out another figure about 10 feet away. That had to be Chunk. The snow was already a foot deep and it was falling faster and heavier than just a few hours ago. “Chunk, what’s going on?” Sleeper asked after trudging over to Chunk who was staring up at the darkness, turning his head slowly around. The atmosphere was bizarre the way it dampened sound like he was speaking into a pillow. “We better get Alaska up, and Zeus. I think everyone needs to get up.” Chunk replied, still watching the air. “Why?” “Snow’s changed, Sleeper. It’s bad. It’s hard to explain. Wind direction is all over the place and the snow coming down now is wetter. Air smells different, tangy and sharp. Pressure’s dropped, just fucking bottomed out about a half hour ago. I don’t need to see the clouds. We’re gonna get hit bad. My grandfather would say even the wolves would leave the hunt to find a hole. We need to figure out better shelter than two man tents. And we’re not going anywhere for a few days.” “How much time do we have?” Sleeper asked. “Maybe 5 hours.” Chunk answered. “But every hour it’ll get worse up until then.” “Get everyone up. We need a plan.” Sleeper ordered. There was some grumbling, but it was hushed. In ten minutes they were all huddled in a group. Sleeper explained what Chunk had told him. “I need ideas. Our tents can’t handle the heavier snow, especially if the wind is going to drive it up to pile against them.” “Windbreaks? We’re in the woods, we could have something together in a few hours.” Dimples suggested. Chunk and Alaska shook their heads. Alaska spoke up, “nothing temporary is going to hold up against the wind. And I agree with Chunk, when it hits the wind is going to come from everywhere, strong. We need a hole. A deep hole.” “What about snowpack over a windbreak? We could dig in next to that rock formation we passed a half mile back.” Zeus offered. Sleeper looked at Chunk and Alaska. Alaska shrugged. “It needs to be big enough for all of us for several days. The snowpack will keep the wind from tearing the shelter apart, but it needs to be thick and packed hard.” “We’ve got 5 hours, tops.” Sleeper called out. “Break camp and pack up. Zeus, you and Alaska break a trail to that rock formation, something we can follow. Footlong, we need light. Wanker, I want that radio. Sorry guys, I’m breaking radio silence, we’re going to blow this op. If it’s going to get as bad as Chunk says, we can’t do this. I don’t think they planned on this. I need updated orders, and to give them our location. Move!”

Wanker’s Story pt. 2 Horvath nodded, and began unbuckling his belt. “Yeah. Just get me hard.” Sarge got down on his knees in front of Sergeant Charlie, unsnapping his pants and unzipping him while Horvath undid the buttons on his uniform top. “Come over here, Sendahl. You’re going to want to watch this.” Sarge said, pulling Horvath’s pants down and taking them off, leaving his boots on. The bulge in Sergeant Charlie’s underwear was enormous. I got down off the desk, careful to keep Sarge’s jizz inside me. I didn’t want to let it out. I went to kneel down beside Sarge. I never looked at Sarge like he’d be the type to do this, but I couldn’t argue with that feeling we shared. I understood something I could never have understood before- that brothers have a bond that goes beyond labels, outside of society’s norms. There was nothing above brotherhood, no barriers standing in the way. There was nothing wrong with anything between brothers, no weakness to be ashamed of, no limit to what I would now do for any of them. I watched Sarge rub Sergeant Charlie’s bulge. He kissed Horvath’s thigh. When he looked over at me, he smiled. “Watch this, kid.” And he peeled Horvath’s underwear down, releasing the monster inside. “Fuck. Sarge, that’s not going to fit up my ass.” I gasped. Sergeant Charlie’s cock, soft, was as big around as my wrist, and as long as Sarge’s cock was when it was hard. Sergeant Charlie didn’t shave. I’m not sure there would have been a point, as there wasn’t a beginning or end to the hair on his body. He was one solid carpet of black fur from his neck to his toes, though his ankles and feet wasn’t thick hair. Even his knees were hairy. “You’d be surprised what’ll fit up your ass, Private.” Sergeant Charlie said with an amused grin. “Look, his nuts aren’t as big as mine.” Sarge said, lifting Horvath’s heavy cock to exposed his hairy nuts, which were still sizable. He batted Horvath’s nuts like a punching bag a few times while Horvath crossed his arms and stared down. “None of that is getting my dick hard, Walters. We gonna do this? “ “Yeah, buddy. But the kid here has a trick to show you. You’re gonna love it.” Sarge pulled my head in. “Take a sniff, it seems to help you.” I leaned in and sniffed Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. There was a slight musk there, with a soothing herbal smell mixed in. I couldn’t smell any sweat, but Horvath had probably showered. Still, it was a deep, manly smell. I found I liked it too, but not near as much as Sarge’s raw, animal he-man odor. I felt Sarge’s lips next to my ear as my face was buried in Sergeant Charlie’s groin. “Show him what you did to me. He might take it easy on you if he likes it. Doubtful though, he never takes it easy on me.” I pulled my head out of his hairy nutsack and saw Sarge swallow the entire salami of Horvath’s soft dick, right to his pubes. Then I watched Sarge’s throat convulse and move. He rolled his eyes to me and indicated for me to take on Sergeant Charlie’s nuts. I took a breath. I turned my head so my chin went between Horvath’s thighs, then opened wide to let his low hangers drop into my mouth. I might be able to swallow both of them. I doubted it, but still wanted to try. I felt my lips make contact with his upper nutsack, then opened my throat, letting his balls drop through. As soon as I felt contact, I breathed deep, and clamped down to swallow. “Yeah Walters, take it deep. Keep that sweet mouth down on that hog.” Horvath started talking. “You know how- holy FUCK! “ My throat started heaving on his nuts, straining to swallow them down past my Adam’s apple. “Holy sweet fucking baby Jesus, suck those fucking marbles, FUCK!” I guess the warm, wet throat ballsack massage was a hit, but I didn’t have much attention to spare as I was trying not to choke to death on a hairy nut sandwich. When something is lodged in your throat your natural reaction is to choke it out or choke it down, and right now I was going back and forth between the two options and Horvath’s heavy cream filled nuts were the rope in my oral tug of war. I felt him press down on my mouth just like Sarge had done. Both his nuts were in my esophagus, lined up like a pinball machine, his sack hung low enough that getting both down in me was possible. I took a gamble before my breath ran out and clamped my lips down over the base of his balls and gave a giant gulp, wondering if I could get them further down. “Oooooooooooooooh…. Oh fuck. Oh God.” Horvath started moaning. And he literally shoved Sarge off his cock, which started bouncing and throbbing. It looked ridiculous watching that huge cock slime it’s way out of Sarge’s tear stained face like a baby calf being born. I had to spit his nuts out, I was about to pass out. Fuck, I can’t say what Sergeant Charlie felt, but trying to swallow two hot, fuzzy extra large plums at the same time kinda turned me on. No lie. Feeling them go down, then back up my throat, over and over again, that was insane. “Think you could swallow this monster? It’s not too much different.” Sarge said, offering Horvath’s cock to me by the base. It was a true foot long, or I’d eat my shoe. Not like Footling’s cock, which was probably close, but nowhere near this thick. I gulped. “No. It’s too big. I don’t even think my mouth opens that wide. “. I managed, almost too scared to even try. “Okay, then chest on the desk, legs spread.” Sarge said. I did exactly that, but I didn’t exactly run to get myself in position. Sarge patted me on the back. “Remember to breathe and relax. It’ll fit. And it’ll be fast.” I laid down, taking comfort in Sarge’s uniform underneath me. I saw his underwear a couple feet away. Sarge saw my look. “Here kid, I got the real thing here. Stick your head in here.” He hopped up on the desk and straddled my face. His dick was still hard. I gladly buried my face between his throbbing cock and those huge nuts. If it was possible, he smelled even better now that the remains of his fuck coated his shaved cock and nuts. Jesus! I reached out and grasped his ass cheeks to pull him into me. “Slow first, Horvath. Let him expand for a few seconds.” Sergeant Charlie just grunted. “Five days, Walters. I’m not holding back. My babies have been swimming around lost for five days in my sack. Your Private is just going to have to figure out how to take his pounding.” He said with no apology. Sarge sighed and caressed my buried head with his strong mitts. “Breathe deep, Private. It’s not going to be easy. Remember what I told you. Keep it open for him.” I did as Sarge ordered, and felt Horvath’s thick ram tube of meat push against my cum slicked hole. He didn’t stop there, didn’t pause, just kept increasing the pressure until his head split me open. “Agggghhhhhh!” I primal screamed into Sarge’s sweaty crotch. It felt like my asshole was burning with gasoline. My hips lifted, on my tip toes trying to get away from him, but I was locked into the desk. He had to be tearing me up, I had to be bleeding. I felt a tear roll down my face. “I always love that part.” Sergeant Charlie chuckled as he just kept shoving more and more of his massive forearm thick pole into me. “But the best part is what’s coming. “ With a brutal thrust he buried every last inch of that monster balls deep into my burning shitter with a sudden final violent punch. I thought I was going to throw up, pass out, and shit my internal organs out in one never ending bloody volcanic eruption . My intestines seized up, cramping in a breathtaking grip like a bear was eating me from the inside out. The hatchling from Alien was being born in my guts. This wasn’t a freight train, this was a pine tree, complete with bark and branches still attached. The sound I made when he bottomed out was a mix of a high pitched keening wail, a stupid sounding’GUH!’ and sob. I couldn’t imagine my asshole remained intact, and was probably a shredded bloody mess. I was going to die. I was pinned and couldn’t move my lower body, but my fingers put a death grip on Sarge’s ass. I know I left marks. “Fuck, Horvath, don’t kill him.” Sarge breathed. Horvath snorted. “Haven’t killed one yet. Doesn’t mean they don’t feel like I’m killing them.” He yanked his pine tree back and slammed back in, even harder. “That’s the point.” He repeated that move multiple times, and punctuated each violent jab with a word. “And.” “This.” … SLAM “Mother.” …. SLAM “Fucking.”…. SLAM “Private.” … SLAM “Needs.” …. SLAM “To.” …….….SLAM “Fucking.” …SLAM “Learn.” …SLAM After every punch, I made the same GUH followed by that wail, then a pitiful sob when I felt him withdraw for another shove. Over and over. There was no love, no brotherhood , no gentle caresses. This was pain for pain’s sake. I started to cry somewhere during it all, I don’t remember when I started. I didn’t want to, didn’t want to be a pussy, wanted to take it like a man. But when you break, you don’t get to choose. And Sergeant Charlie wanted me broken. I could feel his intent every time the head of his horse dick split me open again. I don’t remember when I started begging, sounding like a pitiful child , pleading for him to stop, but it did no good. I lost track of time, but I remember finally just going slack and dropping like a limp rag doll to the desk. Forgotten were Sarge’s mesmerizing balls, his smell that I loved. But I do remember his gentle hands stroking me, his tender murmurs of “you’re almost done, kid. It’s going to be okay. I got you, brother.” As if my complete submission was what this Hungarian animal needed, as soon as I went limp I felt his rough, calloused hands on my shoulder blades and he transferred his weight to my back, crushing me with every pound he possessed. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care. I wanted to die. “That’s right. There it is. This is when you surrender to your older brother, kid.” His voice opposed his movement, his violent thrusts. A gentle, understanding voice. “The rules protect you. The regulations protect your brothers, so that everyone gets home. The Army protects all of us. This feeling you’re having, when you want to give up, want to just lay down and die, this won’t be the last time you feel that. But know, and remember, that it’s your brothers, even the Charlies, who will get you out alive, who would do ANYTHING to get you home. *I* would do anything to get you home. I love you little brother.” And as he said those final words, he grunted, spasmed, and dumped his five day load 12 inches deep inside my brutalized ass. I barely felt him pull his meat out of me. My asshole felt like hamburger. I just lay there, on top of Sarge’s uniform, which felt so soft. My arms had fallen limp over his thighs. “He’s intact.” I heard Sergeant Charlie say. “Not even bleeding much at all.” I heard a belt clasping. “Focus on your training, Private. Keep the pranks for your unit and platoon. And fucking use your head next time.” With that the door opened and closed again and I knew he was gone. I didn’t want to look at him. Thank God they didn’t make me look at him. “Take your time, kid.” Sarge said. His hands constantly rubbing my head, roaming over my back, making slow paths across my skin and muscles. It felt good. It soothed me. I just relaxed for a quiet few minutes, learning how to breathe all over again, knowing my drool, snot and tears had soaked Sarge’s uniform. I hoped that was okay. His hands never stopped. Finally, I spoke. “I must have made him so angry.” Sarge let out a small laugh. “Kid, that wasn’t angry. He wouldn’t have fucked you angry. You needed a lesson, but not THAT lesson. That lesson probably would have killed you.” He explained. I discovered I liked it when he called me ‘kid’. “I’m sorry I cried, Sarge.” my weak voice trembled. I felt the tears starting again, their warm trails running over my cheek, down the side of my nose. The underside of my turned face soaked his uniform with more tears. “Shhhhhhh, Sendahl. No shame between brothers, remember? Cry if you need to. You held out longer than most. You should be proud.” He let me sob for a couple more minutes, but I reached a point where crying didn’t seem important anymore, nor laying there wallowing, with my legs still spread. That seemed like a dumb thing to do, stay in THAT position. I started to move, but Sarge held me down a bit. “Slowly, Sendahl. You don’t realize it yet, but moving is going to make it hurt all over again. Take it very slow.” He waited until I had pulled myself up onto my elbows, then he hopped down off the desk and came around to help me stand up. “Let’s get you dressed.” Sarge said. At some point he checked out my ass, and declared I was going to be fine. Sore, in pain, but fine. I wasn’t sure if I believed him. The walk back to the barracks wasn’t easy, but I managed, stopping a few times to regather my strength.

Since it has been so long and this chapter leads into the new one,....I thought before Part 28 (at the bottom below of this post) I would remind you where Lukas was. Skip down if you dont need the foreplay. lol Part 27, Finally...... Yes boy, what would you like to ask? I was laying there as Mr C's amazing massage continued, I had always heard how amazing massages are but had never gotten anything other than a shoulder massage at the mall. This was incredible. With each slow and methodical move up my ass and to my shoulders he was pushing me deeper into the bed. The massage oil was puddling under me on the rubber sheet. It felt really cool how slippery the sheet had become and I was wiggling around on it like the slip and slide we had growing up. I dont know if he knew, but each time he moved his body forward to massage up my back his cock kept bumping into my butt cheeks, on the down stroke he would resume to a kneeling position and his cock would lay just above my knees.... Then again, forward he would go a little further and a little further. It felt so wonderful, it felt so natural. The further up my back he went the more his now incredibly hard and leaking cock would press pretty hard against my ass crack. He reached behind him and grabbed the oil bottle and put another squirt down my spine and over my butt. I could feel a significant amount being poured onto my butt crack and ooze down to my nuts. Quite a puddle had formed under my cock and nuts onto the sheet. I head the cap snap back onto the oil bottle and my ass tingled and my cock jumped. Mr. C set the bottle down and resumed his long strokes up and down my back. 'Does that feel good Lukas'. 'It feels amazing', as he got to my shoulder blades and his cock was pressing into my butt crack again. 'Good, just relax, I got you buddy' as he pulled back to my lower back 'Just breath' as he moved back up to my shoulder. This time he moved a little and his massive cock slipped down between my legs and my butt. 'I am glad you are enjoying this, I love giving Uncle Terry massages like this, but that normally leads to something else' and he laughed. I wasn't really sure what he meant, but it seemed appropriate to giggle a little anyway. His hands went all the way up my neck and into my hair line before he retreated back to his haunches. His next few strokes were only half way up my back but his cock continued to slide down between my ass crack and nuts but just in slower shorter jabs in and out. I felt my butt start to rise up as he pulled back. Each time he went up my back he went another inch further up my back and little bit further between my legs. It was like my ass was taking over my thinking. With each pull back with his hands my ass rose up more and more and my ass lips started to tingle. 'When you say leads to something, what do you mean Sir?', I asked. 'Well to be honest Lukas, this usually puts him into heat like a fucking bitch and he starts to rear that ass of his up in the air a bit to meet my stroke. I can always tell the more pressure I apply the more he wants to get bred. 'Oh, I see' I said. 'Do you like the way that feels sliding up your taint boy'? 'Yeah, it is incredible Mr. C., I feel so tingly and warm. Do you think this is the way a girl feels when you are making love to her?' 'I dont know, I guess so, but I do know how good it feels to my cock.' 'So what do you do when Uncle Terry gets into heat, or so excited'? 'Put your hands over your head boy and spread out your arms toward the headboard' He didnt say anything else but returned to his massage movements but went further, almost laying on my back with his hairy chest as his hands went up my shoulders. Each move he went another inch further and his huge daddy meat passed slowly over my boy pussy and then he pressed his huge cock deeper into my taint and pushed up against my nuts. Each time, he applied a little more pressure onto my hole and clit as he grazed past it. Each time he did my hole tingled. Fuck, what was happening to me. On his next sliding past my fuck hole he commented, 'Your Uncle Terry usually wiggles his sweet pucker a little and he invites me inside him' I let out a little whimper and my fuck hole tingled. The next pass up my body was one handed and I heard the oil bottle lid pop open and more warm oil ran down my ass crack like a warm river. There must be a few cups of oil under my crotch, I feel so incredibly wet. The way he was pressing down my waist.... my cock, nuts and asshole were submerged in the very warm oil. As he passed over my hole he pressed a little harder with his big fucking raw cock and I felt the warm oil seep inside me. My hole had started to gape open and the oil was slowly trickling into my fuck hole. 'Uncle Terry is very lucky', I said. He didnt say anything but just did several more full body movements all the way down my arms and grinding his cock at my opening each time before letting it slip up my taint further and knock my nuts out of the way before he came to a stop. Each time he withdrew I felt my ass instinctively rise and open a little more. 'Hold your ass up in the air for a minute pup, real high, yeah like that. God that is amazing. I have only seen that a couple times.' 'Seen what Mr. C?' 'Your asshole is what we call gaping or flowering. It is big around as a dime and I can see right inside you', and with that I felt more lube being poured in my crack and flowing right into my asshole. I had no idea what was coming over me, but I grabbed the sheets and reared my hole up. He pushed my ass back down and resumed the massage. I could feel the warm oil sloshing around in my fucking ass and was making me incredibly wet. 'What do you feel Uncle Terry is lucky boy?' 'Almost out of breath, I said, 'I think when he gets into heat, all he can think about is how good he feels and he is lucky enough to have you there making him feel that good.' 'Oh, like I said, that just gets him into heat to accept my cock inside his pussy, but he knows the best is yet to come' 'It gets better you mean'? I moaned and whimpered out, grabbing the sheets harder, clenching that rubber in my hands. 'Oh fuck yes, this is just warming up for when things get really hot', Mr. C said. 'Oh fuck, I cant even imagine how that must feel' I squealed. 'Would you like to find out sometime boy? Would you like to know what Uncle Terry feels?' 'Oh yes, I would love to find out. Mr. C, could I ask you a personal question?' He was really pushing hard at my hole before passing by and laid on my back and whispered into my ear has his hands grabbed my wrists and said 'Yes boy, what would you like to ask?' 'Do you think,.... well would you....., well do you think you might....., well I would love it if you might show me what it feels like sometime.' 'Sometime boy?' 'Well, Right now SIR.... please! PLEASE COULD YOU SHOW ME' and I pressed my ass so hard against him I raised him up off the bed with my butt. Part 28: Can daddy pop the same cherry twice? Mr C. laid on top of me with all his weight and pulled my hands to the headboard and whispered 'hold on baby'. With out hesitation I grabbed the slats of the headboard with white knuckles thinking it would hurt. As I pushed my ass up, he sunk his long beautiful cock deep into my hole with one long steady stroke. Only stopping for a few seconds to on the back side of my asslips as as his head entered. I started to smile big as I was surprised it didnt hurt, (but then again, little did I know I still had the cum in me from the ex cons at the run down house.) As he bottomed out in my whole, I felt a more intense pressure way up inside me as he pushed through the second ring. My hole was spasming around this think shaft like a snake trying to swallow a whole mouse. Flexing and releasing, flexing and releasing, until I just felt full. Amazing and in sheer delight full. He pushed up on his feet to let me know he could still push up a little deeper into me. He bit down firmly yet with love and tenderness on my neck. I could feel his fur on my back, I could feel the scruff of his beard on my neck and his hot breath soaking into my ear. I let out a moan or maybe a squeal as again he was pushing past the point I knew I had feelings. He whispered to me, 'you did it Lukas, you have my whole man cock buried in your boy hole'. I can't tell you how amazing it feels. Not just how incredibly soft and silky your boy hole is, but knowing it is you that I am pressing up into is like a dream come true.' 'Oh, god', I said, 'please stay right there, I feel so full and so loved'. 'You are boy, you definitely are', he said. And with that he slowly every so slowly started to back out of my hole just a fraction of an inch before going as deep as he could again. He was pushing the top of my head into the headboard using just his cock deep in my hole to lunge me forward. He held there again as my hole spasmed around the fullness of his girth. After another minute of letting me adjust to size of his shaft, he withdrew and rammed back in. Each time pulling out another fraction of an inch before reinserting to his full ability. Within a few minutes he was long dicking my hole and I thought I was going to come unglued. I couldnt believe the hottest guy I knew was teaching me about sex. About sex with a man. A man who had his raw cock buried up my hole. Wait, what was that? His raw cock? Oh, no. I tensed up in fear for a minute and clenched my asshole closed. Not knowing what I was doing he was surprised by my sudden reversal and stopped for a minute. He laid back down this if full weight and his big cock drooling precum into my hole and said. 'Boy, what's wrong.' I blurted out, 'we aren't using a condom and I learned from the nurse in school we are suppose to'. He chuckled and relaxed his body onto mine and slowly started petting my hair the same time he started to re-wiggle his cock into me and said, 'Lukas dont you think that safe sex talk was about those dirty girls and whores we talked about? I would put one on if you wanted, but it is not like you are going to pregnant with the gift of my seed are you? Before I could really think about it he was slowly pulling out and pushing back to the max in my hole. You should decide soon Lukas, because your pussy feels so good, I am not going to last long. 'Last long', I asked? i felt so protected and loved and as he continued to hold me down with his body weight he said 'Yes babe, your hole is milking the cum out of my nuts right now, it is slowly but steadily building up in my nuts and starting to get into alignment because very soon it is going to leave my nuts and make the journey down my shaft and explode into your virgin boy hole.' 'It is', I asked? 'Yes son it is, and it is going to fill you up just like Uncle Terry gets filled up. That is his favorite part, he said when I shoot my big huge creamy load in him, he can count off the volleys of sperm that I am injecting into him. He says he loves it because that sperm make me part of him. He loves it when I become part of him.' 'Oh fuck, I want to be part of you too Mr. C. will you make me part of you?' 'Oh son, you already are in so many ways, but yes I would love to fucking knock up your fuck pussy.' He started to pick up his speed and power of his strokes. I was holding on the head board with all my might, flexing my biceps trying to keep my head from ramming into the head board, which constituted me pushing back into his cock. I didnt really understand why he was not being sweet and kind now. It was more animistic in his thrusts and it was taking all I could manage just to stay on the bed. He blurted out, count with me. And then it happened, he started to grunt and snort through his nose like a bull and he yelled one.... I felt this knocking sensation inside my asshole. He yelled two and I felt a second knocking or pressure feeling. I took over from there, after I felt the knock, I moaned Three, and then Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight and Nine. With each number I felt the same knocking sensation in my boy pussy. At about four, I felt my own cock spasm and shoot my load all over his sheets. With each squirt of my cum I pushed my hole back and flexed into his cock. After 9 he collapsed on top of me and knocked me back down flat on the bed. He was shaking and panting like he just finished a work out in the gym. I was quivering as wave after wave of pleasure came over me. He slide onto his side next to me and turned me onto my side and faced him. He slowly started to kiss me. His tongue entered my mouth. I had never kissed anyone before with my tongue. If felt huge as it scoured every corner of my mouth. He was just staring at me and petting my hair. He pulled me into his big huge chest and the fur of his chest tickled my cheek. 'Mr. C?' 'Yes Lukas?' 'I never knew' 'You never knew what Lukas' 'How amazing it would be' 'Yeah, did you like that massage ok?' 'It is like a door just opened for me' 'Oh Lukas, if you let me, I can open all kinds of doors for you' And with that, I looked at him and smiled and kissed him softly on the lips and nuzzled my head back into his chest. I am not sure if there is interest in more of this story.... but More to come if interested?

Part 13. My calling from God. I laid there in a heavenly state. Mr. Terry stepped away and said to my daddy, 'Now that we exchanged our gifts for and got our cherry, I will go figure out the order and a plan for the rest of them. You get him ready.' Daddy pulled up a stool next to me, i felt him arranging the fur blanket so I was tucked and nested in. After making sure i was comfortable he sat down on the stool and leaned in to kiss me on my leather hooded forehead. He used his finger to slowly and lovingly move my chin and the rest of my head toward him. I looked into his eyes and felt I belonged. For the first time, I felt loved, full and had purpose. He traced his fingers over my smooth chest and paid extra attention as he circled around my nipples. Stopping slowly to pinch, flick or just twist them very gingerly. He was staring deep into my eyes and me deep into his... as he said, 'Son, do you still feel the medicine or do you need more?' I still had my mouth covered with the hose. He reached under my head and started to unlace and unzip the hood as he commented, 'lets get this off of you for a little bit'. As he pulled the hood off my head, my ears and skin felt so connected to the room and space rather than distant. My head felt all sweaty as it came exposed to the cool air of the woodshed. As he petted my head and combed my hair with his fingernails, he looked back into my eyes and said, 'I am so proud of you, you took our horse cocks like a champ. Do you understand the importance and meaning of that?' I moved my head left to right telling him no. He took the brown bottle and held to my nose and continued to look inside of me. I started to inhale deeply and looked back. He knew when my lungs were full and without saying a word, closed my other nostril and moved the bottle to the other side. We just stared at each other without a word. He did this a third time and start to talk by saying....'I suspected when you told me earlier about how when you touch your nipples it tingles in your asshole. Do you remember telling me that pup?' i nodded. 'Well I guessed then that it meant that you are a very .... and I mean VERY special child of god.' Although i kept staring, my eyes got big and my head tilted as I was confused and I said, 'really? do you think? my father said I was a bastard and that god made me as a mistake'. He held the brown bottle to my nose again and said, 'Your father was wrong about a lot of things, this is the most important. God put you on this earth with a purpose, a very special and rare purpose. You see, almost all pussies are on women like you learned in school. And you remember what we know about women and their pussies? 'Yes, they harbor disease that will make men weak and sick and lure us to the eternal hell fire,' I said with confidence. He smiled, move the bottle to my other nostril and said 'exactly. Their cunts are dirty, poison and evil. However, every once in a while, every very rare once in a while,... very very rare. God will give a boy a pussy.' He put the cap on the bottle and laid it on my chest nestled between my two well defined pecs. He started to pet my head nice and slow putting my short blond hair back into place. He then nodded and allowed me to release the vapors from my lungs. He said, 'Lukas, I cant believe it, but you are one of those special children of God that has a boy pussy.' I smiled and he nodded and smiled even bigger and said. 'Yes, can you believe how lucky you are? Do you understand the importance and significance of that?' I must have had a puzzled look on my face of curiosity because he kissed the tip of my nose like a puppy and said. 'Yes, glory be to God, you have a boy pussy.' This is the greatest gift you can be offered from God. He paused and said, well second greatest gift, but I bet you have the first greatest also, it is just too early to know yet.' 'Wow, i feel so blessed, thank you for figuring that out for me, I did always feel different than my friends and siblings. Mr. C, this birthday is just getting better and better.' 'Oh son, this is just the beginning. Do you have any idea how having a boy pussy will change your life?' I became very puzzled by the question and said....'well....no, not really.' He picked up the bottle off my chest and gave me two big hits. I held on the second as he screwed the cap back on and returned it to my chest. Once he nodded I exhaled and although totally flying, I somehow still hinged on every word he said. 'Lukas, this means that you can help men. Any and all men that need relief for their cocks, some of us several times a day.' I felt my cock jump and he smiled again and said 'see.... Men will be so happy as they learn about your boy pussy. It means you can pleasure them with your boy cunt. Your beautifully bald smooth pussy can give their cocks great happiness, just like you just gave me and Mr. Terry.' He put his index finger on my hole and was rubbing circles around it while his other hand played with my titties. I looked down and saw my cock was leaking another big pool of precum all over my belly. As he continued to finger my hole and tweak my tits, he continued and said, 'Yes, men will come from all around, every man is going to want a piece of that pussy and you were put here to help them. It will be like the wise men and everyone coming to the stable to see the new savior. To help them ejaculate their cocks into you so they dont have to tempt fate but seeking the pleasure from those dirty cunts on their wives or girlfriends or other whores.' 'Oh like those places down on Front street?' I asked. 'Exactly, those and others, there is such a huge need for boy pussy. Lukas, do you remember Mr. Ali and all those men up in the house?' I nodded, 'oh yeah, I remember. Do you think even them could use some boy pussy.' 'Oh, heavens yes Son, many of them told me that personally, they have been waiting a long time to try and find some boy pussy.' 'Do you think any of them would be interested in mine? I mean, it is new and probably not all that good since I dont really know how to use it well yet and it currently feels very wet or messy and sticky.... but we could ask them if you think I could help any of them? He picked the brown medicine bottle up and started to prepare me for more hits. As I took my first breath in, he said. 'You know Lukas, the more you use your pussy and the more you share your pussy with others, the smarter it will become. In fact, it will begin to know what cocks need and want and it will learn to please them greatly. You know what else Lukas?' 'What daddy'. As he moved to the other nostril. 'It is even ok once you have had your medicine to ask a man if he would like to use your pussy. Some men will just take it, but others would find it so sweet of you to not only have a boy pussy but to offer it to them on your own. You dont have to wait for them to ask you. Understand? 'Yeah, I think so. But for now, I will look to you. If you wink at me, then I will know I should ask them....ok? He recapped the medicine bottle and returned it to the cleft in my chest. 'He slowly moved his hand up behind my ear and petted me again, and said, 'Yes, that is a great idea. Yes son, please look at me, and I will give you permission. That way they will know you are my boy and I give your pussy to them for enjoyment.' There was a knock at the door and Mr. C said, 'yes, enter.' 'Awesome, thanks Mr. C, I mean, thanks daddy.' 'Son, you remember our host, Mr. Ali?' I looked at Mr. Ali. He was standing there with his robe partially open, exposing that dark black carpet of fur. I looked at daddy and he winked. Even in my fog from the medicine I knew why he did that. Actually I knew and felt it as I looked at my own cock hard as a rock and staying warm in my puddle of precum on my belly. Therefore, I looked back at Mr. Ali and said. 'Mr. Ali, I have a boy pussy. Maybe you would help me and play with my pussy? I never knew I had it until today, but if you need some pussy, you are welcome to have mine.' He glanced quickly over at daddy and then quickly stepped between my legs still suspended to chains and said, 'I would enjoy nothing more pup'.

Part 5, the beautiful spell of the brown bottle. I heard Jax comment to Mr C that the sweet cherry pie is cooled enough to be delivered and he has the pizza for the shrink ready as well. As Jax handed me the cherry pie, he said.... be a good load carrier and take your pie to the truck. He followed with the pizza and we put both in the warmer. Mr C got in the drivers seat and told Jax if he wants to close early and meet him at the party, that he was welcome to. Jax looked at me and smiled and said, ‘I wouldn’t miss hitting that party’. As we drove down front street we saw all kinds of sleazy adult book stores and theaters and other places I had heard my parents talk about. Mr C said we had to drop the pizza off at his doctor friends house. I asked what kind of doctor, and he said he is a shrink who specializes in hypnosis. I looked at Mr C, and said, ‘does that kind of thing really work?’ He said, ‘oh Dr. Brad is the best and yes it sure does. Oh Lukas, can you make sure that little cooler bag is still in the back and cold’? ‘‘Oh that one with the little brown bottles? Sure Mr C.’ As I leaned over the back seat of the truck, I had to adjust my cock, it was super hard, it must have been those stripper clubs and dirty book stores we passed. ‘Yes Mr C, it is here’ as I brought it to the front seat. He put his hand on top and did, ‘oh thanks pup. We will need that later.’ As we pulled into the doctors driveway, the house was huge. ‘Wow, he must do really well for himself’, I said. ’Yes, he gets the best clients in town because he is so good’ Mr C said. ‘Do you want him to tell you about hypnosis pup? ‘I would love that, if we have time, I know how important it is to not socialize with the patrons’. I said. He said, ‘oh no, this is important and we have time before Mr. Ali is expecting his pie, I can ask Dr. Brad to show you a few things.’ We both got out of the car, I took the pizza and walked first up the side walk. When Dr. Brad opened the door he said, ‘come in and bring the pizza to my kitchen, I have your money there.’ He said, ‘just go straight and turn left.’ I could hear Mr C and Dr. Brad talking to each other quietly behind me. I put the pizza in the huge island in the kitchen and just then Dr. Brad entered the kitchen alone and said, ‘Tony told me you were curious of hypnosis?.’ ’Yeah, my dad said it was the work of the devil and not to be believed, so I was surprised, he said it was real.’ ’Well, l am happy to show you, come into my home office.’ I followed him down the hall through his amazing house. We went down the steps and entered a room with cabinets along the walls and a big black leather chaise-lounge chair in the middle of the room. He said, ‘Lukas lay on the couch’. He turned a light on and the soft glow that faced my eyes. It made the rest of the room very dark. I could hear his voice and he got very soft spoken and explained that he would just repeat things and I was to close my eyes and relax and listen to him and to repeat them when he said to. I nodded when he asked if it was clear of what to do. He said he would use an item, that was my ‘magic item’ and whenever I would see this item I would instantly become hypnotized and do what I was told. He said he would keep me safe and always bring me back by saying..... come back to me now pup and clap his hands 3 times. I would then wake up and forget what happened. I smiled and said, ‘that would be awesome if you really can’. I felt his hand on the back of my head and he slowed pulled something over my head and eyes. It was as soft as mink on my forehead as he covered my eyes. He commented it was a blindfold and would help me relax and listen to his words. He said to ‘relax and start very slowly taking a huge inhale of breath and fill my lungs’. Breathing as deeply as I could and then to exhale slowly and completely.’ After a couple breaths he said deeper Lukas, fill every inch of your lungs with air. He talked very softly and deeply, and he stroked my arm slowly as I exhaled very softest with his fingers. I heard some soft music starting to play. It sounded Magical and relaxing. I was so relaxed, he said I would start to feel tingly. Very calmly he asked how I was. I said ‘I am awesome’. ‘Great, you are almost there. Just skip breathing deep and exhale slowly pup.’ ‘He very calmly, kept touch my arm and he said ‘Lukas, I am ready to tell you the special trigger. Imagine in your head a little bottle. It is glass and only about 2 inches tall. It is brown and wider than it is deep. It is very dark brown and has a black cap.’ I was imagining the little bottles I saw in Mr C’s refrigerator in his red room and said ‘yes Dr Brad, I see it in my head, and actually I can even feel what it felt like, cold and smooth’. he said, ‘perfect, Lukas, when you see a bottle like that. Or feel a bottle like that. You will instantly go into a trance. Your guide and adult who is present will help you stay safe. Do you trust them Lukas? Do you feel safe with them? Remembering how amazing Mr C is to me, I said, ’Yes Dr. Brad, I trust them. He will keep me safe’. ’Well, yes him, but actually anyone who knows the scecret of the bottle will keep you safe Lukas, you can trust them all.’ ’I can trust them all’. I repeated. ‘As I felt his hand softly brush my hair back around the blindfold, he said ‘Perfect and when I kiss your forehead, this will always be true of the bottle.’ As I felt his warm soft kiss on my forehead. As I laid there completely relaxed and under the spell, I felt a second hand on my leg and I heard a sound of someone opening something and I little popping hissing noise of pressured air escaping. Dr. Brad was right at my ear and said ‘breath deeply Lukas, slowllllyyyyy and more deeepppplllyyyyy through your nose than you ever have.’ And I felt a strong mans finger pushing my left nostril closed. I heard Dr. Brad say, it will smell a little funny for a minute, but you love the smell, I repeat, you love this smell, it is your medicine to make you strong and beautiful and whole. I nodded ok. As I breathed in, he was right, there was a strange smell. ‘I heard a familiar voice say, Lukas, count to10 before you slowly exhale.’ ‘Mr C, I hear you, yes Sir.’ I said. ‘So I counted, one thousand 1, one thousand 2, and so on. As I got to one thousand 10, I felt a more masculine kiss on my forehead and I slowly exhaled. I felt an amazing rush, I was so tingly and warm and Alive, as I started to breath in again, I felt my right nostril close and I heard Mr C, ‘great job pup do it one more time, nice and slow’. I felt something cold and metal against my belly. It sounded like sciccors cutting something. My chest felt cooler as I could feel a breeze move over me. The sound got closer and closer until I could hear it cut the top or my T-shirt army neck as I stated counting on the exhale. One thousand 1, one thousand 2.... i then felt a thumb and finger on my left nipple, oh and my right nipple now. As I started to inhale slowly, I felt the Dr pinch my nose shut and was told to pucker like a puffer fish and breath in though my mouth. I could hear the air go into my mouth as it was muffled by something right in front of my mouth. My mind was racing, I felt electric, I felt all tingly, my body wiggled and I felt my asshole twitch over and over and over. It was electric and euphoric as wave after wave of sensation crashed over me. I felt my nipples being rotated like a radio dial. As I started my exhale count, I felt something warm, soft and slippery at my mouth. It smelled musky and I could feel hairs tickle my cheek. It felt like skin but it smelled musky. I felt my mouth open a little and something hard to the touch but soft on the outside enter my mouth. It felt like a huge cock, in my mouth, so strange I thought, this is all so strange and so surreal. I must be in a dream. The fingers on my nipples got rougher and rougher and the thing, was it a dick? I am so confused was pausing in and out of my mouth. As it pushed into my throat, I heard Dr. Brad say, holy shit Tony, he has no gag reflex. Wow, he is doing a great job with your coc....’ and Mr C intrupted him and said, it’s the medical instrument. He’s doing a great job on the medical instrumen. With that, I felt what felt like a quart of warm fluid go down my throat. ‘Yes, give him all the medicine’, Dr Brad said.. I heard some movement and heard a door close. Dr. Brad said, ok Lukas, please put your shirt on and he handed me a shirt. Wait, mine was torn, this one slipped right on, oh, that’s strange. I am going to bring you out now. With that I heard. ‘Come back to me pup’ and clap clap clap. I woke up, sat up and said, ‘wow, what a cool feeling. Am I dreaming? Oh, wow, that was wild Dr. Brad’ did you really hypnotize me? I felt him taking My blindfold off and nodded and said I did great. ’oh wow, th so, that’s awesome, oh shoot, I better get back to work, Mr C is going to be mad.’ Dr Brad said, ‘do you remember much?’ ’No, just that felt funny but awesome and I was all warm and I feel full.’ he turned the lights on and I scurried back upstairs. He gave me $50 and said to keep the change. as I got back to the truck, Mr C was sitting there waiting. I apologized, it seemed like I was gone too long and he said it was totally fine. ‘‘Well, how was it, did he get it to work?’ Mr C asked. ’he said I did great, yeah it was awesome, wow, this is the best birthday ever.’ I cleared my throat and grabbed my neck. Mr C looked and said, what’s wrong? ‘I looked and said, ‘Oh nothing, I just have a strange taste in my mouth and throat is kind of sore. I hope I am not coming down with something.’ ‘‘He said, oh I am sure you aren’t yet, but we can watch out for that.’ part 6, the cherry pie finally shows up.

“Come over.” He gave me his address and how to get to his apartment. It didn’t take me but about 15 minutes to get to his place. I followed his instructions and made it to his place. It was a small one-bedroom apartment, overlooking most of downtown Atlanta. He greeted me in a towel, and walked me back to his bedroom. “You’re just as handsome as Ken said you were.” Harley told me, as we walked in. “Same to you.” I replied, as I checked out his room. He had a sling setup near his bed, along with a big screen TV. “Nice sling. Been awhile since I played in one.” “Yeah, I just got it a week ago, from a friend who no longer wanted it. I finally set it up last night, played with a friend.” He told me. “Do you need to clean up or anything?” I shrugged. “Eh, I can do it just to make sure. I took a shower and cleaned out before I left Ken’s, but you know how it goes.” He showed me his restroom and gave me a small cleanout kit, unlike the shower ones I’m used to. I quickly took a shower, did a touch up on cleaning out, which came out clean. I came back into the room, now fully naked. My cock was still small due to the tina before, but not that it matter. Harley smiled at me, made a hand signal to turn around. I followed suit, give him a nice view of my ass. “Nice bubble butt.” “That’s what I’m told.” I laughed a bit, as I sat down next to him. He still had his towel on. Harley then pulled out a small bottle. “G?” “Sure. Love me some G, makes me really horny and slutty.” I replied. He poured some in a cap and handed it to me. I downed it quickly, while he handed me some gatorade to wash it down. He did a cap himself. Next he handed me his water bong, along with a torch lighter. “Already loaded, hit as much as you want.” I lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals. Once I saw the billowy smoke, I exhaled my lungs, before slowly taking a hit. I took a pretty big hit, which got Harley to smile. He leaned it for me to shotgun him. We made out a bit with it. I purred a bit. I did a couple more big hits, and handed it to Harley. He did a few himself, shotgunning the last one. He then put the bong down, and grabbed a smaller pipe. “You fine with weed? Pretty good stuff.” I nodded. “Its been a while, but I know how good all this goes together.” He handed it to me with a lighter. I lit it, took a decent hit, coughed a little. “Oh yeah, good.” He did a hit as well. He handed it back to me, so I did another hit. I held it in, and then shotgunned it to him. He took the pipe and lighter, as I laid back on his bed. “Yeah, Ken was right to suggest you coming over here. You’re cute, looks like a great butt, and you definitely can party.” Harley told me. I reached across his towel covered crotch, seeing it already tenting. “He tells me you’re pretty hung. I love big cocks.” The drugs were starting to get to me, as my horniess was ramping up. Harley smiled, as he undid the towel. His cock was fully hard, a good 8-9” and very thick, almost soda can thick. It was red and angry and all my mind and body wanted to do was please him. I started to stroke this huge monster of a cock, before moving between his legs as he rearranged himself on the bed. I started to lick from the bottom up and take it in my mouth. It was huge and more than I was used to taking, but I tried. He enjoyed it for a bit, but then said that my facial hair was a bit scratchy, plus with his previous adventures of the night, was a bit raw. He told me that there was a razor in the bathroom and to shave real fast, which I did. I went back to sucking on his cock, and he enjoyed it. I couldn’t deep throat at all, it was so thick. “Let’s make out. I want to make out with a handsome guy like you.” Harley told me, pulling me up. We started to really go out it, just two men, bodies together. I tweaked his nipples a bit, while he rubbed me all over, mostly paying attention to my ass. He then motioned for me to roll over on my side, as he held and caressed me. He dried humped me a bit, his huge cock just rubbing in between my cheeks and really turning me on. “Oh I need that cock in me.” I growled. He released me, and went to grab his lube. I gathered my poppers that I had set out earlier on the bed. I laid on my side, as he started to lube me up. His fingers teased my hole a bit, as he lubed between my cheeks. I hit my poppers a few times, as he started to finger me. I was moaning like a bitch in heat at this. He pushed a bit more lube in, then reached back towards his table for another bottle. I still laid, facing away, riding a wave of popper bliss, along with the G. I felt more lube being applied, and his fingers probing me. I also felt a slightly familiar burning feeling, as he gave me a small booty bump. As he slid on the bed next to me, resuming the position behind me, he turned my head to make out again. I felt his cock towards my asshole, and the ache was starting to get to me. “You really want me to be a slutty bottom huh?” I mumbled out, as I took 3 deep hits of the poppers. I felt him press in, as the wave hit. There was a slight pain, just cause of his thickness. “Give it to me. I want that cock in me.” He kissed me more, as he slid in further. I winced a bit, but relaxed, letting him fully penetrate me. God it felt fantastic. He paused as he fully entered, giving me time to enjoy and get used to it. He started to slowly fuck me, his tongue still kissing me. He started to really fuck me, his thrust just making me moan, hitting some spots I didn’t know I needed to be hit. He caressed my neck, kissing and licking spots that drove me into moaning fits. All I could get out was “fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuucccckkk meeeee.” Which really just made him fuck me harder. Harley then pushed my shoulders down, as he rolled me onto my hands and knees. He grabbed a nearby pillow to put under me. He then angled my body so my ass was sticking way up in the air, my head off his bed. I could still hit my poppers, which I did as he continued to plow my ass with his huge monster awesome cock. I braced myself as best as I could under his assault. I was just enjoying the hell out of it. He grabbed my hips hard and just rammed the hell out of my ass. He even slapped my ass a few times, making me just moan out. This went on for a good 20 minutes, no lie. I was literally watching the clock as he pounded me. I eventually had to ask him to stop, not because it was hurting, but because my knees were killing me from my previous encounters. So he pulled out, which made me a bit self-conscious enough to ask if everything was okay back there. He told me yeah, nothing but lube. So I laid back on his bed, resting on the frame. He sat down next to me, and just smiled. “So, Keith, worth it to come by?” I nodded, as he handed me my water bottle. “Oh yeah, definitely. Ken...man he wasn’t kidding, and didn’t do you justice.” “Yeah he’s a good guy, fun to fuck. I just didn’t want to leave, plus had this sweet ass twink over for a few hours. Though after he showed me pictures of you, I dunno, around 1 or so, I knew I needed to fuck you.” He told me, swigging his own water. “Thanks. I mean, I had a good time with him, but the guy who invited me over didn’t stay or even have much fun with me. And his other guest, well he’s not even half of you, honestly. So yeah, I’m glad I came over.” He smiled at me, as we chit chatted a bit more. He put on some porn, and pulled out a penis pump. He started to use it on himself, as I just watched the porn a bit more. It had been a couple of hours since we started, so we were both coming down a bit. But I could tell we were both still pretty horny. He saw me watching him pump up, and he knew I probably wanted more dick, especially with me just staring, almost drooling at the bareback porn being played. He handed me the bong and torch. I did a few heavy hits, and then passed it to him. He followed suit, before putting it back down. He handed me another cap of G, just half this time. I downed it, followed by the chaser. He then handed me his pipe and lighter. I did a pretty heavy hit, held it before I had to cough. I handed it back to him to hold, while I coughed a bit more and drank water. He did a hit himself, before handing it back. “One last hit.” I did as I was told, taking another big hit. I started to get really horny again, as I laid there just fingering myself, as he pumped his cock. I could feel the new wave of fun hitting me, and I was aching to feel his cock in me again. He took off his pump and stroked his big cock, his eyes full of lust. He pulled me into kiss him, as my hand went to help stroke him. He moaned a bit as I stroked him, and he stopped kissing me. “Let’s get you in the sling.” We got off the bed, with him having to help me since my legs were almost jelly at this point. I had my bottle of poppers in hand, cause I knew I would need them. I hopped into the seat, and he adjusted the straps, as I put my legs in the holders. He had me scoot down a bit, and teased his cock against my hole. He smiled a bit as I moaned, just watching him. He walked over to grab the lube, first his cock, and then me again. He once again brushed that thick stick against my aching hole. I understood, so I did a couple of long heavy hits, holding the last one. He started to push in, as the wave rode through. He stopped a bit in, letting me get used to it again. He even noted I was still a bit tight. So I did 3 more heavy hits and leaned back, relaxing. Plus the G was finally kicking in more, so I really let go. He finally slid all the way in. He leaned down towards me, staring me straight in the eyes. “This cock is to the hilt. I’m gonna fuck you so hard right now.” I moaned as he slid back a bit more, and true to his word, he started to thrust harder and harder. His pace was slow at first, really working me as I just moaned in ecstasy. He then grabbed my hips and really started to go at it. The sling was rattling a lot, and I just laid there, just letting this beautiful sexy monster cock man fuck me senseless. He fucked me a good while, and even had me rest my feet on his shoulders and fuck myself against his cock, which was a lot harder than it sounds. My feet were put back in the straps and he told me to hang on to the sides hard. I told him let me hit the poppers then he can pound me like the silly slut I am. So I did 3 big hits, dropped the bottle on my chest, and held onto the sides of the sling. He grabbed my hips, pulled me a bit further down, and then went full throttle pounding. He was hitting all sorts of spots and I was just moaning and groaning. He kept it up, faster and faster, until he finally came. I felt the warmth of his cum hitting my walls, and I almost came myself. It had been a while since someone properly bred me. He kept fucking me, with hard thrusts, as he grumbled and growled, shaking a bit. He finally pulled out, a little bit of cum spilling out. I apologized to him, as he gathered a towel to clean himself up and myself. He then helped me out of the sling. My legs barely wanted to work, but man, was it worth it. He put down more towels on the bed, and let me sit, while he went to the bathroom. After a bit, he came in, and told me it was all mine. So I went, flushed a bit out of me, and pissed a bit. I then opened the door to ask him if I could take a quick shower, clean up a bit. He told me it was fine, he was gonna make some pizza pockets for us. So I showered, cleaned out a bit more. He had pumped a lot of cum in me, more than I had ever seen. I was in total shock and impressed at the same time. I even scooped some up to taste, which ended up not being exactly what I had thought it would be. I got out, put on my boxers, and slipped a small hand towel I carried with me, just to make sure I didn’t leak badly for anything I missed, plus I know once I start coming down and pissing, my cock doesn’t always stop wanting to go. So we ate a bit, and then just sat on the bed. We chit chatted a bit, before we both ended up nodding off a bit. I knew I was tired, having been up for almost 36+ hours. I knew I needed to come down a bit more before I headed home. He was fine with that, so we napped for a couple of hours. I gathered all my stuff, and headed home. I was atleast coherent enough to make it back to my house, which was a lot further than Ken’s. Once I got inside, I rushed past my roommates and headed to my room. One of them came to check on me, and I just explained that I had stayed up a bit too much last night, got a few naps here and there, but with all the fucking that went on, I needed another nap. They closed the door, as I got undressed. I ended up back in my own shower, doing another clean out. I got out, dried off, and went to lay in bed. I texted both Harley and Ken. I let Harley know I was home safe, and to thank him for a wonderful time. And then let Ken know that it had been fun to meet him, thank him for introducing me to Harley, and to let him know I was finally home. I got responses from them while I was asleep. Harley was glad and said just text him to arrange another time, that he had a great time. And Ken let me know he had fun and not to be a stranger. I ended up sleeping through the rest of the afternoon, into the night. I got up, had some dinner that was left out for me, talked to my roommates a bit, and then went back to bed. I laid there, still a bit horny. So I pulled out my poppers, my lube, and started to wank off, remembering all that had happened the past day or so. I finally came after about an hour of stroking. It was a well deserved cum. I cleaned up, rolled back into bed, turned off the lights, and drifted off to sleep.

Freak Show, Part 2 It felt like this place was huge but it was just because we were moving through a thick crowd. We had only moved down two trailers, when the muscle fucker, entered one. Holding the door for me I followed. “You in here, Donkey?’ the muscle fucker yelled out. “In the bedroom. What you got for me?” “Someone looking for some fun,” he answered, a wide grin on his face. “Bring him in.” Grabbing my arm, muscle fucker pulled me into the bedroom of the trailer. On the bed was a man, completely naked, not a gym body, more like a bear. It wasn’t his body that caught my attention it was his cock. It was hard and was laying over his stomach almost up to his mid chest. “Holy fucking shit, that’s a big piece of meat” I involuntarily blurted-out. Both men chuckled as Donkey announced “And you're gonna sit on it. All of it." “STRIP” ordered the muscle fucker. I did as I was told. I was pushed onto the bed, I had my ass up on all fours. Muscle fucker grabbed hold of the butt plug and pulled it out. I looked over my should and watched him put it in his mouth, sucking it clean after which he remarked with pride “My poz load taste fucking good!” Donkey, however, wasn't distracted from his mission: “Straddle me and squat," he ordered. I did as I was told. I placed my feet on each side of him, as he held his massive horse cock straight in the air. I slowly lowered my ass until his head was pressing against my wet hole. I took a deep breath and popped the head into my hole. I was shocked that I would allow this raw cock in me. I continued to slide down it. I wasn't even half way down and it was pressing against the back of my hole. I slid up a bit and the went down, the head popped through my second ring. I moaned as I continued to slide down it. The muscle fucker had moved up behind me, between Donkey’s legs. I could feel his tongue licking my lower back, just where my ass crack began. Donkey had grabbed my hips and slammed me the rest of the way down on his massive cock. I let out a slight scream. "Scream loud, baby,” muscle fucker said, adding “it makes Donkey harder.” I could feel Donkey's hair rubbing against my ass, my cock was resting on his belly, leaking cum into the fur. “Are you poz too?” I shyly asked of Donkey. Muscle fucker, however, answered for Donkey in asking “Who do you think passed it to me?” Donkey started pulling me upwards, so using my legs, I lifted up, sliding my hole up his shaft, until his head was at my hole, then I slide down on it. I made contact with muscle fucker’s head as I slide down. He was licking Donkey’s shaft as I rode it, licking the trail of his toxic cum. I was getting into riding Donkey. Up and down, up and down. “Ride that horse cock” Donkey said, pulling me up and down faster and faster. My legs were getting tired but I wasn’t given a break. I pushed up and lowered my ass with a little help from Donkey. My hole was getting sore from the size of the cock stretching me open. I caught a view of Donkey’s cock head pushing the skin of my stomach out. I started to freak at that sight and tried to pull off to escape this ride. Muscle fucker was too fast and stood up behind me, pressing my shoulders down, keeping me impaled on Donkey’s cock. Muscle fucker’s cock was riding up and down my back, leaving a fuck juice trail. Donkey’s breathing became fast and fast as I rode his cock. He pulled me up faster and muscled fucker slammed me back down faster and faster. The monster cock inside me grew thicker and harder, as I kept fucking and fucking myself on his cock. “Adding to that toxic load, fucker,” Donkey shouted. I could feel his cock pulse in me, as he shot his cum load, deep inside my second ring as I sat on Donkey. Perhaps ridiculously I felt the need to somehow protect my self image, so I found myself announcing to the world (or at least the two men) “I didn't want this." Neither man bought my argument. “Yes you did,” said Donkey, “you sat on my cock raw and you did most of the work.” To which muscle fucker added "You said you wanted fun. I bet you're up for still more fun." “I mean I didn’t want to be pozzed.” “Deep down you know you did,” Donkey said in correction. Not to be outdone, muscle fucker added “You could have not come tonight, but you did. This is your fault.” “Who are you visiting next?” Donkey asked. “The two cocked freak” muscle fucker answered. I slid off of Donkey’s still hard cock, cum oozing out of my gaping hole. Without loosing a second, muscle fucker pushed the butt plug back in, noting "We're gonna need a bigger plug soon.” We made our way to the door of the trailer and opened it. Outside stood a man who asked “This Donkey’s place?” Muscle fucker nodded and held open the door. We watched the man enter. I noticed a wedding band on his finger. “Enjoy the ride, fucker, 'cuz your life will never be the same,” muscle fucker said closing the door. He pulled my arm and we moved across the lot to a tent, the flap was closed, but we just lifted it and went inside. I didn't know what a living hell I was in for next.

Part 2 I clenched my ass tight as I walked back to my place, trying to keep SIR’s cum inside of me. I had just taken five POZ loads in my ass, and what concerned me was the fact that I didn’t care. In face, I was still horny despite having cum twice myself. I thought about what SIR had said to me just before I left, “Now remember boy, I don’t care who fucks you, or how many loads you take, just know that your hole belongs to me. So that means that when I tell you to get your cunt on my cock, you come to where ever I am, when I want.” Readily I had agreed and had left his apartment with my cock slowly stiffening again. By the time I got home I knew I needed to get fucked again, not even wanting to go back upstairs yet, I texted SIR. I know you said you didn’t care who I got fucked by SIR, but are you sure it’s alright? His response came swiftly: Take all the cock you need just remember who your cunt belongs to. Yes SIR. You have anyone in mind to breed your spunked up hole? No SIR, not yet. I just started looking at SCRUFF. Fuck that. Text my friend, he’ll knock you up good. Tell him that SIR sent you. He sent me the contact for “Big Mike” and I wasted no time in messaging him. I sat on my stoop, hole clenched tight, for a very long minute waiting for a response. So, SIR’s got a new boy, fun. You got a hole full of his POZ spunk kid? Yes. I responded. Good, I love fucking a sloppy cunt. Come over. He included his address, about twenty minutes walk across town from where I was. Without hesitation I stood up and started walking. A thought struck me as I crossed the street pressing into the throng of people swarming around Time Square: here I was, on my way to a man’s apartment, who I had never seen, and who was more then likely preparing to dump another POZ load in my ass. My cock twitched, I had my answer. If SIR had sent me to him I was certain that was good enough. I crossed town as quickly as I could and soon found myself in front of a stone fronted luxury apartment building. I blushed slightly at the thought of having to go through the very clean modern looking lobby to get to the elevators at the far side. Steeling my nerve, and hoping that I didn’t smell too much like sweat and cum, I had yet to shower, pushed through the revolving door. I had just made it to the elevator when a low cough drew me up short. I turned my head making eye contact with the doorman who I had been carefully avoiding. “Where are you heading?” he asked in a deep voice. He was younger then most doormen, with a dark completion and bright green eyes he was actually rather attractive. I told him the apartment I was heading to and he gave me a long appraising look before smiling to himself and nodding. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, as if the doorman knew exactly why I was there, I hurried off to the elevators. I stood outside of the apartment staring at the metal door for a moment before, feeling my hole twitch, and becoming aware of the small trickle of cum that had escaped my ass, I raised my hand and knocked. The door opened quickly, but not by the sort of man I had expected. A boy not much older then twenty or so stood before me dressed in only a jock. He had short-cropped blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a strong handsome face. He had the look of a twink who was quickly transitioning to jock. Between his well toned pecs a small growth of blond chest hair sprouted, almost but not quite connecting to the dense and slightly darker treasure trail that led into the waistband of his jock. He smiled at me, and I noticed that his mouth and cheeks were shiny with what I could really only guess to be spit. Gesturing, he stepped back to let me into the apartment. As the door closed behind me he said, “Take your clothes off here.” Dutifully I stripped off, leaving my clothes in a heap by the door. My cock was hard as it had ever been in my life and I gave the boy a wry smile. Winking at me, he said, “You have to earn clothes here, although looking at that sweet ass I’m guessing you’ll never be granted more then a jock.” He turned to lead me down the hallway and added, “I’m Greg, by the way,” as a bit of an after thought. “Aaron,” I replied. “Nice to meet you, I’m guessing we’ll be seeing a lot of each other if SIR keeps you. I’m Mac’s fucktoy, that’s what he calls me. SIR always sends his boys to Mac when they are ready to start taking other cocks. Mac then uses them and tells SIR if he thinks they’re worth keeping around.” He turned to face me, “When did SIR start fucking you?” “About ten hours ago,” I said a little sheepishly. “Seriously, you took your first load from SIR this morning?” “Yeah, um, last night I guess,” it seemed odd to be saying out loud what had happened to me, “he drugged me and I agreed to let a bunch of guys breed me, and then he sent me a video of it and told me to call him when I was ready for more. I, well...” I knew this must sound so wrong, but I had loved it, “I just called him right then and went over to his place and he fucked me. After he came he told me he was POZ, which freaked me out for a minute, but it felt so good that all I could think about was getting him to fuck me again,” the words were poring out of me in a word vomit confession, “and so I took four more loads from him. While I was walking home I texted him saying I wanted more cock and he directed me here.” “Jesus, you came around faster then I did. It took a week of daily breedings from Mac before he sent me to SIR. So you’ve got at least five loads in you hole right now?” “Yeah, if there’s any left from last night.” “Turn around, and bend over, I wanna see really fast.” I did as he asked and turned around, grabbing my cheeks as I bent over to really show off my hole. “Fuck, he ran a finger over my hole, Mac’s gonna love that. Come on we’ve kept him waiting long enough.” The hallway into the apartment proper was a rather long one, Greg led me all the way to the end when on the right hand side was a large open arch that opened onto a spacious loft. The left hand side was entirely composed of windows that looked out over the city, Freedom tower glinting in the distance. Facing the windows sitting on a gray, square armed, modern looking sofa was what could only be a younger version of SIR. At probably 35, the man who I correctly guessed to be Mac, had a dark brown beard, a neatly combed haircut, broad shoulders, powerful chest, and was covered in dark brown hair. My eyes only lingered on these features for a moment before falling to the thick veined cock he was fisting. My mouth started to water an my hole clenched several times just at the sight of it. “Well, don’t just stand there cunt, come and get on your knees.” He said gruffly, I rushed forward and fell to my knees between his wide spread legs. His hands landed on the back of my head and pushed me down so that I had no choice but to take his fat cock down my throat. “My fucktoy’s been keeping me hard for you. I’m gonna fill you up with a few more POZ loads before I send you on to your next stop. Now that you’ve shown SIR you’re a horny cumdump he’s planned a full night of load taking for you. Hope your cunt is up to it. SIR seems to think so, and he’s rarely wrong.” My hole twitched at his words and I slurped his cock down with even more gusto. I pressed myself forward, willing more and more of his cock down my throat. Quickly his shaft grew slick with throat juice as I slobbered up and down its considerable length. A blowjob; however, was clearly not Mac’s main focus. After what was no more then five minutes he pulled me off of his dick and said in a gruff breathy voice, “Sit on it.” I leapt to my feet and clambered up onto the couch so I was squatting over his lap facing him. With one hand on the back of the couch to steady myself I used the other to aim his cock at my desperate hole, and with no lube other then my spit and the cum that was still inside of me, I sat down on his cock slowly. His cock was thicker then SIR’s but not as long. I groaned as his unusually broad, blunt cock head stretched my sphincter wide. His cock felt as thought it increased in girth down its entire length so that by the time I felt my ass cheeks come to rest on Mac’s hairy thighs I was shaking a reveling in being stretched further then I had ever thought possible before. Mac gave me a few moments to get used to his thick cock before, his hands under my ass, he lifted me, and then slowly lowered me back down onto his cock. He did this several times, each time lifting me a little bit higher. I started to lift myself up, dropping down hard on his cock, feeling his head punching against my guts. My hole was twitching around his cock, and my breath came in short gasps each time he pulled out. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Mac pushed me down, hard, on his cock, his head pressing against my second sphincter and making me cry out. I could feel my inner hole giving way, and as it did Mac flipped us over so that now I was laying on my back on the couch, my legs wrapped around him. Mac used the added leverage of our new position to force his cock past my second hole. I cried out in pleasure and pain, but had no time to get used to what had just happened as Mac now began to pound me so hard that my entire body shook with the force of it. “God,” he grunted, “SIR was right, your cunt is made for cock.” Mac didn’t slow down or lessen his assault on my hole for what I can only assume was fifteen minutes. I could tell that my hole would be bruised but I also knew somewhere in the back of my mind that I didn’t care and it wouldn’t stop me from taking Mac’s cock more. Sweat poured off of his and splattered against my shaking body. I cried out, moaning and grunting with every thrust. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if there were neighbors close by who could hear Mac destroying my hole. “You ready for your first load from me boy?” Mac asked after what had to be a full quarter of an hour of unrelenting pounding. “You ready for your next dose of POZ cum?” ‘Yes,” I yelled, “breed me! Fill me up! POZ my cunt!” His only response was a wicked smile and slamming into my ass a few times even harder then before, punching through my second sphincter each time. Then I knew he was coming, he growled and shoved his dick as deep as he could. Almost his entire load went past my inner ring, and I reveled in it. He did not pull out but instead, began to fuck me very slowly. “With a cunt a nice as yours ill probably be able to get out six loads before I go soft. You ready for that boy?” “Yes, my hole is yours.” “Good answer.”