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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.

“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.”

As James was cumming, he was holding on to my thighs, pulling me down on his dick as much as possible, getting his last neg cum load as deep inside me as possible. It may be a neg load, but a loads a load and I'll enjoy it in me! Once he's finished cumming, I lean forward, kiss him as I hear his cock 'pop' out of me. In the moment, I'd almost forgot my cousin Peter was in the room. He comes over to me with a freshly filled pipe, lights up and hands it to me. I passed the pipe straight to my brother. Can't have him sobering up too much. I let my brother James take plenty of hits, and watch him give blowbacks to Peter. Peter blows a few back to me; nothing wrong with 3rd party T! I remember the time fucking around with Peter and knowing he had a great hole. He didnt get to be poz by being a top only. My hand was stroking this back down to his arse cracked. I moved around and pushed Peters cheeks apart and got my lounge in his hole. I've never known him to have a completely tight hole, and tonight is no exception. Hes swesty and he's got a beautiful sweet musk. I'm going for a couple minutes then notice Peter and my brother stand up. James says he needs a piss. I tell him to hang on a moment, take the pipe from Peter, and take 3 deep tokes, sharing the blow backs with both James and Peter. After James has stood up, I take his limo cock in my mouth. James has a fat cock, even when soft. Peter encourages him to piss now, go in my mouth. It takes a few moments, but eventually I taste his hot chem piss; he's pissing quickly and I'm not sure I can swallow quickly enough when Peter gets on his knees and takes James' cock and puss from me. Peter finished swallowing all of James' piss, when he stood and said 'my turn'. He presses on James' shoulder onto his knees. Taking the lead, I get Peter's cock in my mouth just in time for him to start pissing. His piss a little sweeter, I swelling it all. But Peter stops mid flow and goes 'your turn' to James. Mouth open, Peter takes his cock out of my mouth and puts it in James'. Pissing almost immediately, James instinctively closes his mouth. And starts to swallow. My brother is a quick learner, and that bodes well! With my cousin and brother both having clearly been cheming up for the last few hours, it didnt take long for me to start feeling all that chem piss.

I'd add to that: If you're starting a new relationship, BE UPFRONT about your true feelings/habits about monogamy. If you're the kind of guy who, deep in his heart (or balls), truly is the roaming kind and needs to get some (or at least inevitably is going to be getting some) on the side, TELL your potential romantic relationship partner. Because if they are not OK with it, that's an incompatibility as fundamental as straight vs gay, and it's extremely likely to destroy your relationship (or at the very least make it miserable).

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.

I was pretty twink-y looking for being in my early 30s. I got everything handed to me in life, but I still only wanted one thing: to party with dangerous guys. I had been talking to this somewhat older guy online, and he was poz. Something deep within me stirred, and my dick got harder than ever before. He asked me if I wanted to come over and party with him. Hell yeah! I was never one to turn down a party. I got to his house, and saw he was smoking a pipe. There was a small pile of crystals near him. "Do you really wanna party?" he asked. I had never done meth before, but I was willing to try anything. I smoked some from the pipe, and I immediately got warm and fuzzy. Daddy grinned at me. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself. Wanna have even more fun?" he asked. I nodded enthusiastically. Daddy stripped naked, and I quickly followed suit. His cock was massive, and I immediately wanted to take all of it. I laid back on the couch with my legs in the air. I was so fucking high, I completely forgot about his status. He slowly slid his dick up my ass, and I felt better than I ever had before in my life. "Oh Fuck Yes Daddy, fuck my tight twink boi hole." I moaned. Daddy grinned at me and gave me another meth hit. "You know I'm positive" Daddy warned. My dick instantly betrayed me and got harder than ever before. "Looks like you want it anyways" Daddy teased. He gave me another hit. "Fuck yes Dad, fuck everything, I really want you to poz me!" I said loudly. "Oh yeah, you're nothing but a retarded faggot bugchaser now boi" Daddy said. I nodded. "Fuck me up forever Daddy. Give me your gift. I want my freedom to take all loads. Give me HIV!" I said. "You're going to get my death cum in your butt, and you will die from AIDS" Daddy warned. My dick just got harder. "I don't care! Kill me with your cum Dad!" I yelled. Daddy pounded me hard. "I Love having a junkie faggot son that begs for conversion. I'm going to bring you into the brotherhood." Daddy said. Suddenly Daddy's thrusting changed. "Son, I have a special surprise for you. I need to piss like crazy. I'm going to fucking give you my chem piss in your butt." Daddy warned. "Oh, FUCK YES DAD, PEE IN MY BUTT!!!" I screamed. "I'm fucking peeing, I'm peeing deep inside your butt! I'm filling up your guts with my chem piss!" Daddy exclaimed. I felt the hot liquid filling my ass and tummy, and I Loved it. I felt higher than I ever did before. I was literally getting higher off of Dad's pee in my butt. I was completely braindead except for rhe need to get pozzed. "GIVE ME AIDS!!! I WANT AIDS!!!" I screamed. I was totally tweaking out for death cum. Daddy grinned. "That's my stupid fucking faggot boi, so desperate for Dad's poison cum." Daddy was close. "Here it comes bitch, TAKE MY AIDS LOAD FAGGOT!!!" Daddy yelled. "GIVE ME AIDS!!!" I screamed. Daddy howled with pleasure and I felt his dick spasming deep inside my butt, shooting ropes and ropes of death cum flooding my guts. "I can see the negativity leave your eyes boi. You're mine forever now." Daddy said. "YES SIR!" I responded obediently. In no time, I tested positive. I was the happiest twink ever. The End

Part 2 I moaned loudly. Without mercy, he pounded deep into my ass until I could feel his body against mine. His low-hanging balls slapped against mine. "What a hot fuck hole" he moaned loudly. Without giving me a break, he pulled his cock out again up to the glans and pushed it deep inside me again. He only said briefly to Mike "Call the others, tell them there's a hot cunt to fuck and breed here". He fucked me hard and powerful for at least half an hour without mercy. Then he grabbed me and simply lifted me up, his cock still deep in my cunt. He took three steps, his cock slipping even deeper inside me, and put me in a sling. Mike was immediately on the spot and tied my ankles and wrists to the sling. "The reinforcements will be here in 10 minutes," he said. "Then we should let the pig fly a little better," the Master replied and I saw him disappear again with a needleless syringe between my ass. "This time you'll get a really fat booty bump, my horny bitch" and I could already feel him squirting the contents of the syringe deep into my ass. It burned like fire again and just a few moments later I was overcome by another wave of absolute sexual desire. "Well, do you need something in your ass?" said the master. "Then ask me and I'll fuck your brains out of your skull". I just couldn't help myself and said "Fuck me, squirt your juice into my cunt, fuck my brains out". The master didn't need to be told twice and with a brutal, powerful, deep thrust he plunged his huge cock deep into my cunt. He fucks me with maximum force. Whenever he closed, the sling came towards his cock so that he fucked deeper and deeper into me. He had long been through my second muscle. After 5 minutes, he moaned loudly and said "Come on cunt, ask for my cum. Do you want to feel my toxic cum deep in your cunt? I'll squirt my whole charged load deep into your hole. From now on you're my fuck cunt and you'll let anyone I want to fuck you." "Yes, please shoot your cum deep inside my cunt!" I screamed across the room. Just a few seconds later, I felt his cock continue to inflate in my cunt and he started to cum deep inside me. Seven, eight, nine, ten times I felt his cock contracting and squirting cum deep inside me. "Can you feel me filling your cunt with my spunk? When my buddies get here, we'll really send you into orbit and then you'll get one poz load after another squirted into your cunt." With that he pulled his still hard cock out of my ass. Mike had already been waiting for it and as soon as the cock was out of my ass he pushed a really fat and quite long plug into me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the black plug was completely covered in white powder, so I wasn't surprised that as soon as it was in my hole, it burned and I got even hornier.

(I've wanted to write this for a while. It will be multi-parts There are elements of truth intertwined. I'll let you try and work out which parts) I'd been away at uni for the last 3 months and was back for the Christmas holidays. I've been fucking around since I was in high school, getting guys in toilets, out in the park and even my fucking one of my cousins. I was 21 now, definitely growing into being a cub - I'd always been chubby growing up, but being away from home, definitely found my comfort with carrying some extra weight. I stood about 5' 11", 266 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes with a decent arse and a nice belly I enjoy being grabbed when guys were fucking me. Or when I sometimes decided to fuck them. I was going to be home for a week before heading back. When I got home, I was really tired so went to bed around 10pm. I knew my older brother (25) was going to be home, but everyone else was out for the night, back late the next day. I woke about 2am needing a drink. As I got downstairs, I heard noise coming from the living room. Door was closed but definitely heard like fucking. Assumed my brother had some girl over he was doing so just went to get some water. On the way back, curiosity got the better of me having never seen my brother's cock, and woken up a little horny. My brother (James), was 6' 1", slim, blonde, with a small amount of chest hair, mainly smooth everywhere else. I was happy to use the excuse I wasn't awake properly, sorry etc. So I slowly opened the door to the lounge. It's a pretty a big room, and I know it's easy to put your head round without being seen. I saw my brother, on his back, with his legs in the air, holding them back. He had a nice dick, I could see. He was about 7.5". Instead of some girl stradling him, he was getting fucked. Fucking him was our cousin, Peter. As i said, I've messed around with Peter before, but didn't realise he was fucking anyone else in the family. I know Peters dick really well. He was about 8", decent head to open you up and a nice fat shaft. Peter was in the Army, and tanned all over from being posted overseas. Not a tan line in sight. Now, see Peter fucking my brother James is hot. It's even hotter seeing Peter blowing out from a glass pipe and feeding it to James. They were both high, and I wanted in on the action. As soon as I saw them, my dick got hard. I put the water down, and started to walk over stroking my dick through my shorts. Peter saw me and smirked 'hoped you'd hear us'. I just took the pipe from him and lit it up, taking a long drag. I loved myself some T, having discovered it last year at uni. Held the first toke as long as I could before blowing back to Peter. James had clearly seen me, but was either horny at the thought or too high to care. He was playing with his dick while I was making over with Peter - hard, passionate kissing. I already said, Peter was in the Army. About 6', tanned all over, with a light smattering of hair. He was muscled, but not overly so, probably around 240lbs. He had a number of tattoos, my favourite being on the side of his stomach - a scorpion with a red tip. I've loved this scorpion since he started fucking my a year ago when he pozzed me up. When we stopped kissing, he whispered in my ear 'want to help me poz your big brother?'. I smiled. Took another drag on the pipe and this time bent down to James, lent in and blew the clouds into his mouth and kissed him, with him clearly receptive. I turned to Peter and nodded.

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.

I haven’t read any excerpts other than a brief bit about Tim and Pete. I’m agnostic on whether she should run again. I thought, all things considered, she was excellent. In fact, after her debate I thought she was sure to win. From the convention until the VP debate things were sailing along. But all of the air went out of the campaign when Tim stepped onto the stage. He had shown such promise. Perhaps he was over-coached in debate prep. Perhaps we had all been too pumped up and expectations were too high. Pete would have definitely done better in the debate. Between the VP debate and Election Day all the energy was lost. I don’t personally believe the candidates were the problem. Consultants and staff seemed to drag them down. Kamala’s comment about whether voters would accept a Black woman and a gay man was likely correct. I don’t see it as racist at all. Just a political calculation. And Buttigieg didn’t seem to connect with Black women in the primaries And they are the heart of the party. There are several good potential candidates. Josh Shapiro, Wes Moore, Buttigieg, Pritzker (he’s been on fire lately). Whitmer and Newsom both feel a bit packaged and polished (just a gut feeling). AOC would be a brilliant, exciting candidate. The primary debates should be terrific. (Oh, maybe Marianne Williamson, RFKjr, and Tulsi Gabbard will hop in the race, too.🙄) But all of this assumes we will actually still have real elections in ‘28. Scares me.

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!

I mean, most gay men earned their stripes the old fashioned way, as is the case with STDs. I am pretty much open about my status, except for work. Some people get antsy because they’re ignorant, and don’t know that a massage can’t transmit the virus. Other than that, pretty much everyone I fuck is Poz.

Part 2/x My brother James was kissing me back, his tongue exploring my mouth. I passed the pipe back to Peter - I wanted to play with James' cock. Exploring his body, my hand went down his stomach and felt the bas of his dick. He was hard! Got my hand round his shaft and stroked him, wanking his a few times. He moaned in my mouth as we were.kissing. After going up and down a few times, my hand went further down, over his balls towards his arse and I could feel Peter's dick inside him. He was resting, couple of inches of his own dick outside as he torched the pipe. I saw the clouds Peter blew out. I needed to get just as high. I took the pipe off Peter and went and sat on the other chair. Peter told me there was a full baggie on the side, and he wasn't kidding. There were more than enough T to keep the three of us going. And if I get my own way, we're all going to fuck each other before we finish. I got some big crystals from the bag and added them to the pipe while Peter slowly slides his dick in and out of James. Watching them, I light the torch and melt the T, building the smoke up. I take 3 or 4 big sets of clouds and blow them over towards them. I'm feeling great and want to get my dick inside one of them. I'm poz, and can either help breed my brother, or get re-charged from our cousin. I don't care which. Hopefully both. I set the torch down, and take a couple of crystals out of the bag. With a little lube on my finger, I finger Peter's hole. He's not been fucked yet, but he takes my finger in easier. Onces he's lubed a little, I add a crystal one the end and pop it up, as far as I can get it. Peter knows what I'm doing and pulls out of James. This is my first time with my fingers on James' hole and it's warm, hot even. He doesn't need any more stretching so just place a big bit of T on my finger and slide it on his hole. Rubbing it around the inside of his hole. I can hear Peter moaning about the T burning his arse already and just waiting to get the rest of the T in my own arse. Minutes later and I can feel the burn in my own arse. All three of us are on the floor. All kissing each other, hands going over each other's body. Both James and Peter have a hand on my arse, James seems to be a little hesitant putting a finger on my hole. That doesn't stop Peter. He's got 2 fingers up me. There's lots of moaning, kissing and fingering. Peter stops a moment and goes back to his bag (where his pipe is), gets something out of it. He gave me a viagra. 'You may be young, but we're gonna do a shit load of T... take it.' Who am I to say no? James is playing with his dick, moaning as he strokes up and down. The T bump has got him so high, I'm not sure he knows what's going on. I decide I want him to fuck me. So I straddle him. Raise my arse and guide his dick into me. As I'm doing this, I'm kissing his. I slide down. Moving my hand from guiding his dick in my arse to his nipples. I'm squeezing his dick with my arse as his dick gets deeper. Then drop down and he's all the way in me. James is stroking my belly and playing with my dick. We're still kissing. Im hearing him broaning, his kissing becoming more forceful. I can see Peter has something out of his bag. They're toys. One is a couple ended dildo (Peter and I have used that before). He's on the chair, watching ke and James, wanking and putting the dildo in his own arse. For now, the pipe has done its job, and left on the side. I'm sliding up and down on James's cock. James is getting louder, his hands now on my arse cheeks helping me going up and down, pulling my cheeks apart. I can hear James' breathing getting quicker, his dick getting harder. I'm squeezing his dick more, twisting his nipples and he's moaning out. 'I'm gonna cum' he says and I can feel his shooting inside me. His last proper neg load.

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

Quickies! 1) I love riding ferries and never pass up the chance, the fact this one was free for seniors made it a must. We were about to board it to cross a harbour from one city to another. I knew I would need to relieve my bladder before being out on the water. The public washroom was just off a small food court. From inside I could hear conversational voices without picking up on the details. There were eight urinals, and I chose one on the end in the corner. As my stream started flowing, I sensed someone approach from behind. He had lots to choose from but chose the one right beside me. Of course I looked. He was stroking a medium sized cock to hardness. Before I even thought to edit my words, I blurted “Blow job, or fuck?” His response was resolute, “Fuck.” I headed toward the handicapped stall and on second thought decided on the closest stall to the door. Silly on my part really, but I thought the bigger stall would be too obvious. As I released my belt and dropped my commando shots I could hear the buzz from the food court over my racing heart. He closed and locked the door, then grabbed my hardening cock and planted a kiss on my mouth. I enjoyed this intimate act for a brief second and brock the lip lock. In one voice, we both said; “This needs to be quick.” Then we laughed together. “My wife is waiting.” He confessed. ‘My husband.” I abbreviated and turned to offer my bare ass. As I hoarcked up some flehm and fingered it into my hole he asked, “Do you have a condom?” “Nope, no need.” I encouraged. “I won’t last log then.” He confessed. With more flehm I moistened his hard on and aimed it at my eager hole. He nudged on in. It gave me that wonderful ‘start of a fuck’ pain! I pushed on back ‘til he was all the way in. He was already breeding me. “Fuuuccckkkk, sorry bud.” He lamented. “Nothing to be sorry about my friend. We both got everything we wanted and needed.” I reassured. I waited a short minute after he left. The buzz in the food court made me smile as I exited the washroom. I saw him with his wife. Then I saw my husband. It seemed neither were aware their partner just had a raw quicky. I kept my butt cheeks tight as we boarded the ferry and savored the strangers load in my gut for the rest of the afternoon. 2) I noticed two young handsome Somali guys as we waited to catch another ferry back across the harbour later that same afternoon. It wasn’t obvious but I thought one of them gave me a knowing smile. Could he smell the semen I was carrying in my ass? The four of us stood on the upper outside deck for the crossing. My husband’s back was to them, and I was on an angle so could glance at them without appearing too obvious. It became clear that I was being cruised when the one that had smiled started subtly stroking the crotch of his jeans. A nice bulge formed. When my hubby was distracted, no one else was looking, and I knew I had his attention I pantomimed a blow job. He quickly checked that his friend was not paying attention and shook his head ‘no’. Then he created a circle with the thumb and index finger of his left hand and pantomimed a fucking motion with his right index finger. The message was clear. I know I was blushing, and we couldn’t cross the harbour fast enough for my liking. As we disembarked, I excused myself to use the bathroom. The young stranger discreetly followed me in. We quickly ducked into the first cubicle. With the door secured he ordered me to drop my shorts and give him my ass. Without delay I obliged. I hadn’t even seen his cock. It must have been thick ‘cause it stretched me to the hilt as he pushed directly in. I was thankful for the first load as lube. He began his fuck pumps right away and in earnest. One, Two, Three, Four, all balls deep, and then five even deeper, held it there, and was unloading. As his heavy breathing subsided his cock softened and fell from my hole. I went to pull up my shorts and he pushed me to bend forward again. He quickly exited the stall, and his friend took his place immediately. In a whisper the friend asked. “Did he breed you?” While nodding my head, “Um, yeah.” This guys even thicker and longer raw cock was in me with no delay. I couldn’t help myself and grunted as the first few jabs hit my prostate. His hand covered my mouth and the pounding got more intense. “Tell me where you want my cum.” He whispered in my ear and removed his hand to hear my response. “I think you already know.” I whispered back. “Tell me.” He insisted. “Breed me, cum in my ass.” I milked his erupting cock with my ass cheeks. It was clear he was a big cummer and I didn’t want a drop to be missed. He had me quickly clean his slimy cock with my mouth before he took off. Neither of them was in sight as I exited and found my husband coming out of a coffee shop. There I was carrying three strangers loads and he was non the wiser. 3) We rode our bikes away from the ferry toward our campground. He was following me so I made sure not to stand going up hills in case my ass was leaking and leaving a tell-tale wet spot on my shorts. I was commando. We eventually got onto an off-road trail that snaked through a dense wood. After a bit I noticed a 20 something guy walking his dog ahead on the trail. The closer we got I could see more details of the tattoos on his muscular caves. He was a very fit looking guy. I snuck a glance as I passed to see his handsome bearded face. I stood peddling to wiggle my ass at him. I was hoping he was looking and praying that I had a wet spot on my shorts. When we got to the top of the next small hill, I stopped to let my husband catch up. I assured him it wasn’t much farther staying on the same path to get to our trailer. I encouraged him to go ahead; I needed to take a piss. Trusting guy. Off he went. He had no sooner gone out of sight then the dog walker reached me. “Hi” I said as I squatted to pet his very happy dog. “Hi sexy daddy, waiting for me to pump another load into that slutty ass of yours?” His voice as smooth as honey. “If that’s your thing young buck.” I openly continued the flirt. “Just find your tree to lean against old man, we better be quick.” I get off on danger so picked the biggest tree right beside the path, His good-sized raw cock was deep in my hole when he asked: “Fuck man, it’s really wet in here, how long ago did he pump it into you.” “About twenty minutes ago, but there were two.” I confessed. “So, this is sloppy thirds? You old sly dog.” He drove these words home with extra hard fucks. “Ummm …. Sloppy forth, I already had another stranger’s load on board when they took my ass.” Now I was boasting. “Fucking A Old Man. I love a slut who knows they’re a slut and is proud of it. Oh fuck! This dirty talk’s getting me off …. Breeding your ass!” “Hey Charlie, did you just say what I think you said?” Three young guys had slid to a stop with their bikes beside us, it was one of their voices that gave me the name of the dog walking stranger that had just bred my ass. “Yup Sam. Your turn!” Charlie was breathless but enthusiastic. Charlie was out and Sam’s raw cock in before I could object. I had no intention of objecting. Sam’s cock was thin, but hard and long. My prostrate was very happy. The other two watched with mouths gaping. Sam didn’t take long and was soon pumping yet another load deep into my gut. He pulled out and the tallest was in. He paid no attention to the third’s protest. “Are you guys fucking crazy? Anybody could come along at any minute.” Charlie voiced what the other two were thinking. “No, we are raw fucking this silver fox. You’re crazy to pass up this opportunity.” These words were barely out of his mouth when Charley, Sam and the third took off like bats out of hell. A couple more pumps and the tall guy fucking me unloaded, pulled out, mounted his bike and took off in a cloud of dust. Only then did I realize a woman with three dogs had appeared on the trail. Blushing, shame faced, I pulled up my shorts and got on my way. Cum was running down my leg.

Since his murder, I've learned a bit about the guy; I'd never heard of him before. I would have preferred he be discredited, his (apparently) misogynistic views rejected, and dealt with that way. Hatred only begets more hatred.

I have some longstanding opinions on the "Christianity" practiced at that particular church, from when I lived just down the street from their former location on Hillcrest and Arapaho. On the flip side, I did a lot of "sinning" at the shopping mall they used to own.

If I were Kamala, I'd rather juggle live squid in a confessional booth than run in '28.

I went to CumUnion at Steam last night, and while it was far from a free for all pig orgy I did manage to fuck and get fucked in the 2 hours I spent there. I pumped my load into @Alexpdx and had a short asian guy load my hole.

Damn, this is a hot fucking story.

I’ve recently wondered if I want to bring up to my boyfriend that I want to fuck around with other guys but I don’t think he’d be into it even if I offered to let him watch. If anything, I’ve mentioned I’d be opened to others watching him fuck me but he just laughed it off. It’s definitely a fantasy of mine though as some of the hottest sex I had was with a friend who decided to share his boyfriend with me. Even to the point where he let me fuck and breed him on their wedding night 😈

That was what I meant. Mine varies. The phone number I give is 867-5309 in whatever area code I am. So do a lot of people, it's a pretty common hack. The number comes from a Tommy Tutone song from the early 80's. That gives you the loyalty savings without needing to be a member. If my shopping times out right, I can possibly be there for the free turkey when you reach X dollar amount. Email, birthday, name, ID don't matter in that instance, and my scripts aren't done at CVS. Only various sundry shopping. If I go to a (choose grocery here), that number usually works. I use a no log VPN provider and it's usually routed through a non-US VPN. Posting on here for me requires it since access is blocked in my state obviously. Anyone from Louisiana has the same issue. Can we be completely anonymous? No, I'm not stupid enough to think that. Can I fuck with someone's head trying to figure out shopping habits? A little, or at least enough to cloud the metadata picture of me. You can thank Edward Snowden for the insight into the reach of data gathering. And I think that's just the tip of the iceberg. One day? Look at what AI does right now. Given enough information and the correct prompts, you can have AI create a video, vocals, and detail that puts someone in a very specific place while they're actually nowhere close. If you ever want to create reasonable doubt in a defense case, I'm sure AI could be used to do so, provided the prompts and detail is accurate. Just one problem: At the current rate of ingestion, the state of Ai is such that we'll reach the point where there is no more information organically to intake. Sometime in 2032. What happens then?

@hntnhole Nice fantasy! Reminds me of how I had to bring a black dress shirt full of cumstains to the dry cleaner after a bareback party in Hamburg. I just didn't say anything, handed the shirt to the old lady, and fucked off lol. @verbalBTTM Wow that's very poetic! Sounds like a very fun night, I would be in for sure.

We have been three times in Chicago, but unfortunately the venue we used closed (like so many gay spaces these days!) We have a particular requirement for our Guests to be safe so we can not just simply go to any bathhouse (like others might do). so for us its all about safety and fun for the guests. So we are still looking for more venues. Chicago is one of the spaces we would like to come back some day.

Only once it was proven that the bullet fired wasn't from a member of the left. Before that, it was "this is War". Meanwhile, at least one senior Republican politician has publicly said that the Democratic Party is a terrorist organisation. Not exactly words ever used by MLK or JC. BTW, where were the prayers when an actual politician (Melissa Hortmann) was assassinated?

Scheduled a 90 minute massage at a local place. I wanted a deep tissue and I asked for a male masseuse. I had never been to this place before. When I arrived it was a normal, upscale salon. I was guided by a little asian lady to my room given the normal instructions to get undressed with the option of loose disposable underwear. I skipped the underwear and got naked under the towel face down. The masseuse knocked on the door and entered...some light small talk and he started the massage. He was very good, knew the deep tissue points well. He was not shy around my ass which some masseurs are...he really massaged my glutes well. Halfway through he asked me to flip...all very normal. This is the first time I could see him. He was a lean, tall, lanky guy, he said he was brazilian and italian mix (I am in Netherlands). Some more small talk about the weather as he is massaging my legs. Then he gets up on top of me and sits on my crotch as he starts to massage my chest and arms....well, he's pretty good looking and I get hard with him on top of me. He looks at me and says "keep it that way and we will take care of it" He then covers my face with a towel...pulls the towel off my body and puts some massage oil on my cock...and I can feel him climbing back up on the table....he sits down on my dick and then starts riding me...I can't see anything, just the sensations of my cock inside his pussy and then I reach out and grab his dick...I'm stroking him and he's riding me till we both shoot our loads...mine deep in his ass and his across my chest. After a few minutes he gets off me then I feel him licking his cum off my chest...then he casually asks if I liked the massage...gives me the normal instructions to feel free to shower and dress and leave... I'm still in some disbelief but fuck that was a hot load.

PART 💉 💉 *Cough *Cough cough****** The rush thru my body was crazy intense*****my eyes opened wide, and I started pushing my ass against the mans coke can cock and said, oh my fucking god fuckin wreck me mmmm. Well boy I'm Axel, and my load is going to bring you into our brother hood. And now that you are our lil chem cumslut il do it properly. He steps back by a table I try to look and see what he's doin but my eyes are so twacked i can't keep them still enough to focus. Then Axel lets out a quiet evil laugh, as he turned around he says, hey, Rick! Look what came in the mail today, Rick looks over and says oh yeah you're going to definitely get wrecked tonight. You will be converted by the end of the weekend. All I saw before he slammed it into me was a silver sheath over his massive cock. But the thing was I was so high that it felt amazing even though it was tearing me up. Sky must have been loving the sight of the pink come coming out of my ass cuz it didn't take too long to bust. As you fully pulled out even his cock was bleeding and that's when I knew it's definitely going to happen. Then Rick comes over and says, hey hand it over let me try it, then he lets out his little evil giggle pulls my hair back and my head and spits in my mouth, and says, now who's little b i t c h are you, tell me you little slut. I'm daddy, Axels, RICKS! As I say his name, rick, that's when he loved his 9-in big headed cock balls deep without hesitation. Thing was he was a lot more rough than axle because as he pounded me he was also inserting his thumbs. When he did that I'm pretty sure I either passed out from what I thought was pleasure because it wasn't pain for some reason but I'm sure it's because he overdid it on that point. But I didn't give a s*** cuz then I found out later on why I felt so out of control and my mind is so foggy was because of what they put in the water. I thank the stars they did! Because what happens next I wouldn't have been able to survive without chems n stuff!! The door slams open and it's bright daylight out, I mumble, what time is it, they all laughed and then I heard a 4th man's voice say, you mean what day is it you lil cumslut. They got you so fucked up haha. Then this man started walking towards me, Rick pulls out of me quickly and moves to the side as if this man was his alpha, which in a way he was cuz he stepped into the light and then I realized who it was....... To be continued Part 3 coming soon. Who could it be? Why is he so shocked to see who walks into the light? 🤯

Intermission #1: A Casual Affair Trevor and Elias’ apartment. Bedroom. 0400 MST. 31-Oct-20XX The sensation of oppressive downward pressure while floating in a state of pure darkness was all Elias could remember as he woke, taking several seconds for him to remember where he was. Elias woke from slumber, and raised his head. All the lights in the bedroom were still on. They stung his eyes more than normal, and he had no memory of having gone to sleep. His head felt woozy and stuffy, and his entire body felt slick with sweat. Elias rolled over on to his back, and stared at the ceiling, unsure if he had been sleeping or if he had only just got on to his bed. Trevor still wasn’t home yet, so the latter was totally possible. Elias blinked slowly, and turned his head to the right to look at the clock. Just after four…he thought. Time for a workout before he gets home. It was his normal habit to rise early and put in a couple hours at the gym. Pushing himself up from the cozy bed felt like an immense slog, but discipline won out, and Elias was back to standing before he knew it. His balance felt off, and everything felt like it was stuck in slow-motion. His vision was somewhat blurred, as if in a perpetual dream sequence. His joints felt stiff, and he felt dehydrated. Elias became aware of a warming sensation throughout the body as he slowly came to life. Must be wiped from last night’s craziness. Elias went into the adjoining bathroom, and pissed a hard yellow stream into the porcelain bowl. Even in his foggy state, the scent smelled odd. Familiar, but not the familiar scent of urine. As the voiding of his bladder concluded, he looked down at the piss in the bowl, and caught sight of his own penis. It seemed somehow larger and longer than he was used to, but a new wave of dizziness caused him to give very little thought to it. He washed his hands and face in the sink, and looked into the mirror as he finished. Something caught his attention. Looking closer in the mirror, he was shocked to see his pupils blown wide open, his normally blue eyes looking strange with barely a ring of color around them. His skin had taken on an almost feverish sheen, looking pale where his skin normally had a healthy tan look. He could almost make out the veins in his face, looking black for a few seconds. Blinking hard, the vision of his veins disappeared. Cupping his hands under the faucet, he took several greedy gulps of cold water, feeling immediate relief as the liquid trickled down his throat. Returning to the bedroom, Elias gently shook out his limbs. He felt a little more human, but something was definitely different. He dressed in loose gym clothes, popped his running shoes on, and grabbed his gym bag from the closet. Going out to the front room, he suddenly recalled that he wasn’t alone in the apartment. Shit, Tex … Tex is still here. Barely moved an inch, Tex was still passed out in the position where Elias had left him just hours before. Tex snored lightly, and Elias took extra care to not disturb him as he sneaked out of the apartment and down to the first floor entrance. Taking a familiar right turn, Elias slowly walked down the street, glad that autumn was finally here, and with it the colder nights. The low steady hum of the city met his ears, almost deafening compared to normal. Rubbing his hand on his neck, he tried to let the tension in his body relax. After a short walk down the block, he crossed the street and was met with the harsh glow of the 24 hour gym. Coming to the gym at this hour had one specific benefit: it was largely deserted. Night-shift workers and insomniacs were the usual crowd. And popular equipment was always available, which made finishing a little faster than it would be in the daytime. However, this morning’s crowd was sparser than normal: maybe three or four people plus the attendant. — House of Gains gym. 0415 MST, 31-Oct-20XX. One of these sunrise gym bunnies was a man named Spencer. At thirty-two, Spencer cut an impressive figure: five foot ten, close cropped hair, a chiseled face that commanded attention from both sexes, frigid ice blue eyes, and a muscularity seldom seen outside the world of professional bodybuilders. His striated shoulders sat atop a wide barn door of a back that tapered down to a narrow waist, forming a perfect V-shape. His arms were thickly corded, and his pecs looked like they might need a training bra. His belly was slightly distended from use of growth hormone, and bore the recognizable tortoise-shell definition. Each thigh looked like it had swallowed a watermelon, and was covered in a roadmap of veins. And between these massive tree trunks swung a girthy 8-inch dick. Physically Spencer had hit the genetic jackpot, but all the ladies were disappointed when they discovered that he was more interested in men who looked like himself. Yet he was always single, and was nowhere to be found in darkrooms or bathhouses. Sexual randomness wasn’t his scene, and if he ever got laid, he didn’t kiss and tell. Spencer was more in love with himself, yet his standards were so high that he found himself sexually frustrated. He made his living as a gogo dancer, and used his adonis body to its full advantage. After dancing all night, he’d pop into the gym where no one would bother or ogle him, and he could sleep the morning away when he left. He came out at a young age and devoted himself entirely to developing his figure, and it had yet to pay off in the way he desired. Higher education didn't work out, and he worked in a wide variety of fields, never quite finding where he belonged. Sex work happened to be lucrative, but the current situation couldn't continue indefinitely. Dating yielded no one that maintained his interest. Spencer’s masturbatory fantasies involved his growing to unnatural monstrous proportions, with endless and mindless fucking of men who looked like him, and an as-yet unnamed hunger for something twisted and dark. He couldn’t quite identify it, and expected he might go his whole life without finding the right word for the desire. — Elias observed him from across the gym. Spencer wasn’t that hard to miss. On this morning, he wore a stringer that looked like it had been slashed with a sharp knife multiple times. Threadbare and designed to show as much beef as possible without being totally naked, the letters on the front were bold enough to be read. ‘TOXIC AF’ with a large (but faded) biohazard symbol stamped on the back. Elias started getting hard at the sight of him, and his tongue licked his upper lip in sudden hunger. There’s a new face. My God, that dude’s a monster. Then he shuddered at the thought of the word ‘monster’ as a memory of last night flashed across his eyes. The sight of Gravestone almost flying backwards as he was struck by the impossibly strong smiler caused Elias to wince in sympathetic pain. Damn, and we just left him there. He felt a sharp stab of guilt in his heart, but another thought intruded. That’s not your focus. Go get the meat before you. Shaking his head, Elias gave little attention to the strange thought that had popped into his head, both sounding and not sounding like his own internal voice. He started to walk in Spencer’s direction, but stopped after a few steps. He realised what he was doing, and remembered Trevor. “I’m not a cheater,” he said aloud without meaning to speak at all. His own voice sounded strange on his ears, and believing it to be morning phlegm, he looked about for the nearest water fountain. Elias spotted one on a wall just a few feet to his right, and moving around the gym equipment, he came to the fountain. Gratefully pressing the large lever, he bent down and drank from the spout. The water tasted cold and metallic, and in a moment, he was refreshed. Turning around, he wiped his mouth with a hand, and took in the room from this spot. Spencer was now by the free weights, and pumping out a set of dumbbell shrugs. Elias slowly moved closer to get a better look. As Spencer’s reflection came into focus, Elias remembered seeing this guy before. Oh yeah, he’s a gogo dancer at InfraRed. I’ve seen him. Not a drop of ink in his skin. If I were a bit more shallow and still single, I’d go after him. He must be drowning in boy pussy. Never even seen him bat an eye at any of the guys at the nightclub. Well… I can at least be friendly. Elias twisted the wedding band on his finger to remind himself of his commitment, and walked in Spencer’s direction. The larger man’s eyes shifted in the mirror as he saw Elias draw near to him, and quickly finished his set. He set the weights down on the rack with a loud CLANG, and exhaled loudly. He turned back to his bench, and now Elias could see Spencer from his front side. Jesus, what a balloon animal, he thought. Spencer raised his head slightly, and looked directly at Elias as if he heard that remark. He took a small white towel in his hands, wiped the sweat from his face, and tossed the towel at the bench. Then he went up to Elias with a cautious smile on his face. “Good morning, big guy,” Elias said with a slight nod of the head. “What’s up,” Spencer replied. It was an acknowledgement, nothing more. “I’ve seen you dancing at InfraRed,” Elias said coolly. “You’ve got quite the moves.” He found himself entranced by those frigid blue eyes, but was more drawn to the amount of meat on this man and the sweat pouring off his muscular torso. “Thanks. I really appreciate that,” Spencer said, almost breathlessly. Elias didn’t know where to take the conversation next, but didn’t want to distract the man from his workout. Spencer was clearly in “the zone”, and likely wouldn’t appreciate Elias’s probing further. “Sorry if I’m bothering you. I just… I notice you’re not wearing any headphones or anything,” Elias began. “Been listening to music all night,” Spencer quickly answered. “I need the quiet open space in here after work.” “I’m Elias,” he said, offering his hand in a friendly greeting. Spencer took the gesture with a guarded look on his face, and shook his hand. “Spencer. Do you mind? Can I get back to my workout?” “Sure thing. I’ll leave you to it. Um… Pleasure to meet you, Spencer.” With that, Spencer returned to his weights. Opting for two slightly lighter dumbbells, Spencer took these weights, and sat down on his bench with one on each knee. After a loud inhalation, he threw himself backward on the bench until he was lying face up on it. In one swift motion, he went down as the weights went up. Elias stood nearby and watched silently while a growing hunger grew in him. He knew it wasn’t from his stomach. Spencer cranked out an impressive set, exhaling sharply with each repetition. Up and down the weights went, and a new sheen of sweat broke out on his large frame. Elias found himself staring at the space between Spencer’s pecs. The mounds of muscle contracted and protracted as his set continued, and the veins beneath the skin began to bulge a little as the set concluded. Elias forgot to count how many reps Spencer had executed, and he instinctively started matching his breathing up with Spencer’s as if he were performing the set himself. Elias’s chest began to heave with each rep. On the very last rep, Spencer brought the weights down to his torso, and couldn’t quite push them back up. Sensing an opportunity, Elias rushed in to help him push the weights back up one final time. “Come on, bud. It’s all you,” he shouted. Elias positioned himself behind Spencer’s head, and lightly using his hands, guided the weights back up to the top. “Light weight, baby! You got this!” Spencer let out a groan, and then a growl as he reached the top. The weights came down forward in an arc, and pulled him back up to seated, the weights coming to a stop on his knees as at the beginning of the set. Spencer stood up again, and returned the weights to their spot in the rack. “Yeah… Thanks. Elliot, was it?” he said breathlessly as he turned around to face his rescuer. He began to unwrap his lifting straps from his wrists, and looking at Elias, said, “Ugh… fuck it. All right. You’ve earned my time if you want it.” “That was impressive,” Elias said approvingly. “Yeah, I’ve been doing this for years. Get big or die trying,” Spencer answered, taking a grateful pull from his large water jug. “Took me a long time to get there.” “Can I see a flex?” Elias said, licking his lips nervously, unsure why he was getting so worked up. Spencer didn’t answer, but raised both arms above his head, swooped them down together, and gave a ‘most muscular’ crab pose. The man was clearly close to contest shape, and as he flexed, his skin turned a dark reddish color. Each squeezed muscle fibre strained against the tanktop he wore, and all the striations and veins popped in a beautiful way. The sweat running off his body glistened, and Elias held his breath in awe of the beast before him. Fuck, he would look incredible in rubber gear, Elias thought as he admired. What an absolute unit. Elias felt his dick twitch in response. Spencer grinned hugely, and again, Elias was reminded of the smilers he encountered several hours ago. Another shudder went through him, but he found his dick hardening again at the sight of Spencer showing off his muscularity. Perfection, but we can give him something better. Give this man your seed, an intruding voice said. Elias glared at the thought, and wondered where it came from. Spencer released his flex, and inhaled deeply. “What do you want?” he asked bluntly. “Look, I appreciate the assist and the attention, and I’m sure everyone tells you you’re cute, but… no. I’m looking for a specific body type, and you army guys aren’t it.” Embarrassed, Elias felt his face flush as he was taken flat aback by the man’s bluntness, but didn’t allow himself to be unmanned. “Oh.. I didn’t mean… I’m not interested in… How did you know I was military?” “The haircut, for one. And the way you carry yourself is a dead giveaway,” Spencer said. “I dated a lieutenant once. Real closet case. But the way he moved just said ‘army grunt’ like it was drilled into him. Total bastard and weird, too. He just wanted me for my body like everyone else. Just like you seem to be doing, in fact. Didn’t even come close to what I was looking for. So I swore off army men after that.” “Oh yeah? What was his name? Maybe I know him,” Elias asked, trying to salvage the conversation. Spencer thought about it, and looked up to his left as he thought. “Fuck if I know. It started with a B. I try not to think about him. It didn’t go anywhere, and I was barely interested in him. Too lanky.” It sounded familiar to Elias, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. Pay attention to me, dammit! Don’t give him a choice. We can upgrade him, the mysterious voice demanded. Elias looked at his own reflection in the mirror behind Spencer to see if someone stood behind him and whispered in his ear, but he could see no one there. “No harm, bud. I'm married, and I don't cheat. This isn't about that.” Shaking his head in an effort to clear it, Elias began to fidget with his ring. Why am I having these thoughts? What in the world is wrong with me? Spencer shrugged his shoulders quickly and answered as if he didn't hear this last part. “Uh huh. Sure you are. Anyway, if you’re looking for a score, go market somewhere else. I’m not interested. Got things to do and make.” With a wave of his hand, Spencer turned his back to Elias and sat on his bench. What’s this guy’s problem? Elias thought, his brain feeling muddled like someone was feeding him strange information. Friendly one minute, dismissive the next. These hot and cold types are not worth it. Goddamn muscle teasing asshole. He shrugged his shoulders, and eager to quit the scene, he went across the gym to the treadmills. Something is off with me. And I’ve had enough humanoid monsters for one night, thank you. “Struck out, didn’t you,” a bright masculine voice said from somewhere. The voice belonged to a much more human-looking young man. “Hi, I’m Todd, and that’s Spencer. Everyone tries to get with him, and no one ever really succeeds. Good try, though!” This one is more willing. Make your move. Make him ours. “Is he actually straight now, or just an asshole?” Elias enquired, shaking his head slightly as he swore his head felt like a high-pitched screech had just been ringing in his ears. “Oh, he’s definitely gay. He just likes other musclemen. Got this insane growth fetish, but yeah, kind of a prick. You’re lucky he didn’t have the energy to say more, or we might have to separate you two,” Todd said, snickering as he spoke. “Last guy who told him off got banned from every decent nightclub in the city.” Elias looked back at Spencer, who was again engaging in another round of weights he would struggle to handle. “Yeah, he’s definitely got something up his ass, and it’s not me.” Elias felt some regrets that such a fine specimen got away from him. “Don’t take it personal,” Todd said. “It’s never about you. He’s just sexually frustrated. God help the man he takes to bed. I’m sorry, didn’t mean to be eavesdropping on you both. But what was your name again?” “Elias Kade.” “I’m Todd Cochran, but I’m sure you knew that,” he said bouncily, giving a lopsided smile to Elias. The name meant absolutely nothing to Elias, but he decided to play along and give the man a broad smile. “Come on, let’s run together.” They each got on a treadmill, and kept an even pace so they could talk. Todd was lightly dressed in an old gym shirt whose sleeves had been cut off at some point. The armpits of the shirt still bore signs of sweat and deodorant marks from years ago. His shorts were ridiculously short, and a bright pink color. Todd had one tattoo on his arm, a little yellow Pokemon character. Without any prompting or questions, Todd just began spilling his guts and telling Elias whatever came to mind about himself. Elias was lost in too much brain fog and the weird experience with Spencer to pay any attention to Todd’s avalanche of words. Todd continued aloud his life story and didn’t ask Elias any sort of questions, or say anything that required a response. All Elias could do was continue walking on the treadmill while trying to orient himself. Something felt really off, and he couldn’t put his finger on what. None of the outside stimuli was sticking. Before he knew it, twenty minutes had passed, and Todd was still talking. What snapped Elias back to attention was Todd repeating a question at last. “I said, how about you and me go share a forbidden shower?” Elias pressed the pause button on his treadmill, and as the belt slowly ground to a halt, he looked over at Todd, blinking. Todd stopped his own machine. “What did you say?” Elias queried. Todd leaned in closer, and spoke in a whisper. Not that anyone would have heard them. “God, the daft ones are always so fucking hot. Look… You’re a hot guy, and I want you to fuck me.” DO IT. BREED HIM. MAKE HIM OURS!!! The hairs on the back of Elias’s neck stood up on end, as a sudden wave of horniness blasted through him. The feeling was immense as all the reasons for him to stop this craziness felt like they were pushed aside. All reason suddenly went out the window, and the need to copulate took over. Quickly taking Todd’s hand, he led him off the treadmill and toward the locker room. From across the room, Spencer saw the swift exit in the reflection of the mirror. The look on his face clearly said he knew what was going to happen, and he snorted softly, shaking his head. “Fucking knew it. He was looking for a quick score. So much for his vows. This isn’t a hookup joint.” Up went the weights, and Spencer started on his next set. Elias didn’t care if anyone saw them. And the gym was so depopulated that a little tryst in the changing area would likely be unnoticed. Wordlessly, he pushed Todd over one of the benches in the locker room area without even looking to see if the coast was clear. Todd wordlessly braced himself at the last second on the wooden bench, catching himself just in time at the shock of Elias’ roughness. As he did so, Elias pulled his gym shorts down to his ankles. In one swift movement, he likewise depantsed Todd. Elias stared hungrily at the tight hairless hole in front of him. Todd braced himself against the bench as Elais hungrily dove face first into his ass, letting out a soft groan as Elias licked and sucked on the tight swirl of muscle, enjoying the feeling of him trying to work his tongue deep inside. Pulling back, Elias spit a large glob of saliva onto the hole as he began to roughly jerk on his definitely larger than normal cock. “Wait,” Todd said, turning around slightly and pressing his hand against Elias’ chest. “Maybe we should move this to the showers or a stall. I can get some lube on the way.” Pushing the hand away, Elias placed a hand on Todd’s shoulder. “No. I want to fuck you up hard, and you’re gonna like it.” Elias surprised himself when he heard this. Where had that come from?, he wondered. Drooling a large line of spit, Elias carefully let it land on the head of his cock, slowly working it up and down the throbbing shaft. The spit seemed a little thicker than normal, more viscous than expected, and had a familiar scent around it, but it barely registered with Elias. Satisfied he’d slicked himself up enough, and without warning, he drove his hardened cock home in Todd’s ass. Todd let out a small cry of surprise at both the cool but barely slick feeling of Elias’s spit and the rapid intrusion of Elias’s dick. Todd held on to the edges of the bench with both hands now as Elias instantly started pounding Todd’s hole without mercy. “Got a few loads in there already, man,” Todd said, groaning as Elias’s cock pulled out for a brief moment, slick with the cum of other men. Some primal part of Elias felt angry, and the need to flood Todd’s ass with his load grew stronger inside of him. Surprisingly, there was almost no noise except the running of the hum of the HVAC and the occasional slapping of flesh meeting flesh as they fucked. Todd, knowing secrecy and silence were of utmost import, struggled hard to keep from crying out or moaning. Yes. Good. Give it to him. Spread that seed. Elias raised his head slightly as he heard the strange internal voice again. Are these my thoughts? While his body took over its carnal instincts, his mind was elsewhere. He kept imagining his missing comrades, Lockjaw pounding Sticks in the hotel shower, and Spencer’s impressive flex just a couple rooms away. The mental image of the bulging muscles sent him over the edge, and with a feral growl of immense satisfaction, Elias emptied his balls into Todd’s ass prematurely. The sensation for both was unlike any they had experienced. Wave after wave of euphoria washed over Elias, and internally, he let out a mental cheer. Todd stopped panting, and stood upright. He turned back to his paramour. “Thank you, Elias. That was amazing. Best rando hookup ever. You must have had several days worth of cum in those balls of yours.” Elias pulled his shorts up, unsure what to say. So he opted for the excuse to make an exit. Turning aside, he said, “I… What did I just… I gotta get home and crash.” “Can I come with you? Maybe go for round two?” Todd asked like a small child asking to ‘go with’. Elias’s senses were returning. “NO! I mean… Uh… No… I’ve got a bud staying there. It would be awkward.” What an understatement - Tex would not approve of this, and Trevor would most certainly be beyond displeased. Todd wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Let me at least give you my number.” He carefully walked over to his locker, yanking the loose gym shorts up his waist on the way. Elias followed at a distance, saying nothing. His mind was somewhere else, and he felt connected to that void of a space. In an instant, he knew his comrades were all right, and he couldn’t understand how or why he knew this. Todd cheerfully returned to Elias, who was now staring into his reflection in a long bathroom mirror without a word. “Here’s my number. Text me if you want to hook up again. Thanks for the load. That was fucking hot.” Todd handed him a scrap of paper, and Elias took and pocketed it without looking at it or him. Todd got his things from a locker, stuffed them into a small gym bag, and went out of the locker room, whistling a happy tune. Elias did not watch him go. Taking a hard look at himself, he felt his heart race as he noticed his eyes looked almost yellow. His vision was getting foggy again, and the brain fog started to return. “I… um… better get home before I pass out completely.” More. Find another to spread to. NOW. Shuddering at the intrusive thought, Elias collected his own bag, and slowly left the locker room. Everything felt like it was stuck in mud and slow motion again. His gait somewhat resembled the ‘walk of shame’, but there was something more to it. Like someone or something was trying to stop him from leaving. Taking a deep breath, he pushed away the feeling, forcing his muscles to work as he picked up the pace, bursting through the front of the gym and into the dim dawn light of the city. Moving as fast as he could, Elias forced himself to focus on the ground, ignoring the few various people walking by. Breathlessly, he stormed up the stairs and shakily fumbled with the keys to the apartment, dropping them a few times before finally taking a deep breath and slowing his motions down. After one final attempt, he finally seated the key into the lock and turned it, remembering at the last minute the sleeping form of Tex on his couch and gently opening the door. Unable and unwilling to look at his friend, still obliviously snoring away, he gently dropped the gym bag at the entrance of the ensuite bathroom he shared with his husband. An errant thought crossed his mind about how Trevor always jokingly gave him a hard time for leaving his gym bag around the room. A sudden stab of guilt laced through Elias at the thought of what he just did, and in a fit of disgust, he ripped the gym clothes off, swearing he could smell the sweat and cum from his sudden fucking of Todd on the clothing. A wave of fatigue and dizziness washed over him as he felt himself falling, landing face first on the bed, promptly passing out.

Sub bttm Will be in NYC from November 5th - 8th. Looking to take some loads.

I actually prefer older men sucking my cock. 60 or older with a thick grey beard/stache. My cock going into a mouth like that just looks so hot.

I met a man online who said he gave back rubs at his place, out in the burbs. It didn't really seem like it would end the way it did. He was older than me (which I like) and in great shape. He had me strip and get on the table, face down. He started what seemed to be a legit massage. He used oil, if felt great. While he was massaging my hand, he moved it to the end of the table, and brushed against me. I felt his naked body. I hadn't realized that he has stripped naked. Still, not sure how to respond, I let him go. He massaged my lower back, then my thighs, and then spent a lot of time on my ass crack, I finally understood this was next level. He climbed on the table, straddled my legs, and started long strokes up and down my back, his hands finishing on my ass. As he leaned forward, his cock slid back and forth through my crack. I made sure he knew I liked it. I spread my legs as much as I could. He worked oil into my hole, then slid back and starting eating me. He felt great. After a bit, he moved me to my back. He again, straddled me, gave a great chest and leg massage, stroked my cock with oil. I thought, well, that was just a huge tease, but I loved it. He then pulled me to the edge of the table, put my legs over his shoulders, and then slid his cock into my wet and oiled hole. He felt great. It was a slow, nice fuck, like the massage. He then started stroking me harder as I could tell he was getting close. As he was filling my hole, I shot my load into his fist. It felt like the perfect ending to a really great massage. I've gone back a couple times. But nothing like that first time when it was a total surprise.

Being poz has been liberating, which I had caught it sooner!

THE WEEKEND I figured Zeus and Sleeper had gone off for some private time, but was happy to see them return. I didn’t think either one of them would be careless but I couldn’t help the worry taking up a small space in the back of my mind. They returned subdued and I wondered what had happened because Sleeper wasn’t walking with his usual swagger. “What’s going on, guys?” I asked. Sleeper looked at Zeus and although he remained expressionless there was a deep undercurrent of uncertainty and sadness that radiated from his posture. “We need to talk to you, buddy.” Sleeper replied. I nodded. If Sleeper wanted to talk, this wasn’t something minor. My best friend wasn’t someone who found it difficult to sort out his own head. “Somewhere private then. We don’t have a lot of time. How about outside on the benches? Less chance our voices will carry.” Walking out the door the brothers all glanced at us. I made a motion with my hand to let them know I’d handle it. I could tell they’d noticed Zeus and Sleeper’s odd behavior and wanted to help. I selected a spot far enough away from the group of smokers getting their final cigarette of the night. Until Airborne it hadn’t occurred to me that the Bravos didn’t have a single smoker which I found curious. That defied the odds. After sitting down, I asked Zeus first. “Buddy, what’s wrong?” Zeus’s broad shoulders sank, his eyes refused to stray from the ground in front of him. The uncharacteristically quiet night was chilly. “I’m being bad again.” The fog from our breathing seemed to linger longer than it should as if it held the weight of our feelings. Sleeper shook his head and an angry look crossed his face. It passed quickly. He reached out and put his hand on Zeus’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Gabriel. This is my fault. We shouldn’t have taken our walk.” Of course I was curious. But I didn’t need to know the particulars to understand that Zeus’s issue wasn’t what happened on the walk, it was deeper. I read the signs: Sleeper was upset on behalf of Zeus, not because of him. Zeus was dealing with something that he would never blame Sleeper for and it sounded like he was blaming himself. “Gabriel, look at me, please.” I said. When Zeus looked up, his eyes glistened with unshed tears. This giant, capable soldier looked like a lost little boy and I couldn’t understand how someone who was so much larger than life could shrink himself down to appear so pitiful. “You aren’t bad, Gabriel. What do you want? What does your heart tell you?” Zeus shifted his gaze to Sleeper, and tears fell silently from his eyes. I had to force myself to breathe through the overwhelming wave of sadness that bordered on despair that hit me. “You love Sleeper.” I said and sighed. I knew this was coming. I didn’t think Sleeper would break this gentle man’s heart, but I hadn’t had a chance to have that talk with my best friend like I wanted. I studied Sleeper’s face, his body language. He wasn’t holding back from Zeus, in fact his hand had moved up to stroke Zeus’s handsome broken face, his thumb wiping the tears that fell. No, Sleeper hadn’t broken Zeus’s heart. He cared deeply about Zeus. “And you, Sleeper? What are you thinking?” Sleeper shrugged, his eyes never leaving Zeus’s face. “I love him back. I figured that out tonight. I’d do anything for him, but I don’t know how to fix this.” He said softly. I tilted my head. “Fix what? Nothing needs to be fixed. You love each other.” “Assmunch, the Army -“ Sleeper started. “So what?” I interrupted him. “Do you think you’re the only ones who have to hide? This isn’t about a stupid policy. Look, at some point there’s always going to be a conflict with what the Army wants and what you want. My dad had to face that decision more than once. Sometimes he chose the Army. Sometimes he had to choose his family. That’s something you figure out when it comes up. This… this is about something else for Zeus.” Sleeper took a breath. “It won’t work, Andrew. And Gabriel doesn’t want to break the rules.” Maybe it was my recent reconciliation with Kevin, maybe it was because I was still basically a kid, but I felt they shouldn’t just give up. A wiser, older me may have agreed with Sleeper’s assessment. Yeah, Sleeper was just Sleeper about it, rolling with the punches and recognizing when he was out matched. In sports you learned to accept defeat without internalizing it and used it as a lesson to correct your mistakes so that you could come back and fight better the next time. But Zeus didn’t seem to have learned any of that. In fact, Zeus appeared to give up the fight before he even stepped on the mat. “Zeus, why do you have scars all over you?” I asked him. Zeus looked down at his big hands which were gripping his thighs. “I was bad. I had to be punished.” That much I figured out already. The real question was why… and who. “What did you do?” It didn’t seem possible, but Zeus shrunk down even further until he looked small and helpless. I could swear he was a child in that moment, no older than 12, weak, uncertain, his voice was no longer broad and deep, no rumbling vibration caressed my body when he spoke about growing up and his brother. Sleeper and I exchanged frequent alarmed stares as we listened to what had been done to our friend. He quoted Bible verses often as a way to explain, but the worst part was the slow progression of how his spirit had been torn apart and crushed which he related without understanding what had been stolen from him by his brother’s ever increasing cruelty. Zeus remembered every strapping. They began with legitimate but minor infractions (still not worthy of being whipped by a thin leather rein, even so). Then gradually they occurred for things Zeus couldn’t help or had no control over. After a few years Ezekiel began whipping him for things that weren’t mistakes or misbehavior and it became apparent Zeus was simply a target on which Ezekiel could express his anger and cruelty. “I wasn’t supposed to…” “A man should always…” “The Bible says…” “It was my fault….” “I didn’t listen…” “It was his job to teach me…” “I had to learn…” With every repetition it became clearer and clearer that Zeus’s brother Ezekiel was an angry, bitter, cruel man who didn’t actually care about Zeus at all, in spite of his insistence that it was for Zeus’s own good. The events Zeus described were ordinary kid things, not a single one of them were actually bad or malicious. Not closing the screen door all the way… or letting it slam… Zeus got ten straps for that. He interrupted his brother’s work when he was 12 to tell him he’d gotten an award for being the fastest to complete his math tables in the contest that day for his class, so excited and happy that Ezekiel would be proud he’d done so well. He’d gotten 15 straps for stopping Ezekiel’s work, and for not immediately getting to his own chores when he got home. He got whipped for giving his favorite horse a half a carrot one day. He got whipped for not wanting to be whipped. Holy. FUCKING. HELL. I don’t know how Zeus had survived all that without being completely broken. I wanted to kill. I’d always wondered if the time came when I saw real combat if I had it in me to actually kill another human being. Some soldiers don’t, you know. Some soldiers never fire a single round in combat. Others will fire, but deliberately miss. Look it up, it’s a common battlefield problem. But now, I had no uncertainty. Oh, I fucking had it in me, I could absolutely put a fucking bullet right through the center of Ezekiel’s skull. I’d gladly watch his black, oily, evil brain splatter as the round exited the back of his worthless head. A bullet was too good for him, though. The words of Gutter, the Army Ranger who’d instructed us for that week in Germany came back to me. “Your kill should be cold, it shouldn’t be personal. Your enemy is an obstacle, that’s all. If you’re angry, if you want him to suffer, you care about him too much.” I couldn’t be cold about this. I felt like throwing up. What kind of person could whip a little kid until he bled? Sleeper was furious, and tears were coming out of his eyes at the same time. His breath was coming in deep, shaky, heaving snorts like the whuff of a bull about to charge. I felt that tingling flush across my body as I finally put the last piece of Zeus’s puzzle together in my head. If I had admired Zeus before, now I felt what I can only describe as a righteous, protective love that raged through me like a violent thunderstorm mixed with an intense pride at the strength it must have taken to come out the other side as probably the most upright, decent man I’d ever met. That he could still feel anything good was a miracle and it only emphasized that Zeus was greater than us all. He’d endured years of abuse that was worse than torture. I understood how Puppy Dog Zeus could share this massive body with serious, quiet, masterful Zeus. What had been done to him froze a part of his mind at a child’s age before it formed adult thoughts, the happy part before the pain. There was no happiness for Zeus after his father died and Ezekiel took over. Every piece of happy in him was a child’s version of happy. In spite of his brother’s insistence that he become a man, Ezekiel’s actions ensured Zeus would never fully become one. Zeus was faking it all, doing what he’d been told without understanding why men acted like men. Knowing the rules, and knowing WHY there were rules were two very different things. The former you followed blindly, the latter you reasoned through so you could judge when the rules were appropriate and necessary, and when they didn’t serve the situation. This wasn’t about being good, and being bad. Zeus would never truly know the difference until he saw it from a different perspective than he’d been brainwashed through torture to learn. “Gabriel. Do you love Addison?” I asked him, struggling to keep my anger hidden from my voice. Zeus nodded. “If Addison did something bad…something truly bad, like stealing, would you give him a strapping to teach him a lesson?” Zeus looked up in fright. Then he looked at Sleeper. Shaking his head fast, he said “No, I could never hurt Addison. Never.” “What about me? Would you give me a strapping if you caught me stealing?” Zeus didn’t answer as fast, which was good. I needed him to think about it. I watched his eyes roam off. I wanted to actually chuckle because I could see his face screw up like a kid’s when they tried to think their way through something difficult. Ah, it was good to find some joy in all this darkness. Puppy Dog Zeus was just that - pure joy. It just made me love this big man more. So many of us lose the habits and mannerisms of youth, or learn to suppress them. I saw it happening in my little brother Tim. I felt another wave of understanding come to me about my parents and my Dad in particular. How you want your kids to grow up, but have to watch the exuberant joy of youth gradually fade, and how it becomes a battle inside you between wanting that joy to stay around as long as possible and resigning yourself to teaching them to bury it or hide it so the harsh realities of life won’t hurt them too badly. You have to walk a razor thin line balancing your love of who they are with what you want them to become. Once again, I found myself thanking my Dad for the lessons he taught me while letting me decide how to manage and control my youthful impulses. And through it all I knew my Mom and Dad loved me, even when they were angry at what I’d done. That time when we’d first moved to Texas and were in base housing and I’d accidentally put a hole in my bedroom wall play wrestling with Tim. Dad was angry, that would cost us money and this was Army property. You didn’t damage someone else’s property with carelessness. We fixed it, together. Dad made me do most of the work which seemed like a lot when I was 10, but I understood now it wasn’t really that difficult. The funny thing was it ended up being one of my favorite memories of Dad and I working together. And he told me when the paint was drying how proud he was of me, how I’d done an excellent job. “No, Andrew. I wouldn’t strap you even though you know stealing is bad.” Zeus finally replied. I wanted to ask him why, but it wasn’t time for him to see that yet. “Okay, but I did a bad thing. Would you let someone else give me a strapping?” Zeus scowled. “No. But I would make you give it back and I would tell you not to do it again.” “So, you wouldn’t strap Sleeper for doing something bad, and you wouldn’t strap me, and you won’t let someone else do it. Is strapping someone a good thing?” I asked. “I mean, hitting people is bad, right?” Zeus screwed up his face again. “You shouldn’t hit people, unless they deserve it.” Ah, good, I thought. Zeus COULD distinguish subtleties. “So, if Sleeper and I did something REALLY bad, REALLY deserved it… then you would give us a strapping?” “Andrew, no. You and Sleeper are good. I really like you. I couldn’t hurt you like that, even if you were really bad.” And my giant God sighed. Now. Maybe. “Gabriel. I don’t think Ezekiel liked you at all. If he loved you, like you love us, he wouldn’t have been able to do that to you, even if you were really bad. What Ezekiel did was bad, Gabriel. It was very bad.” “But…” Zeus trailed off. “Sleeper and I would never, NEVER give you a strapping no matter how bad you were, Gabriel. No one deserves that. Especially a child. You could do the worst thing you could possibly imagine, and we wouldn’t do it. Because we love you. You don’t hurt someone you love. When you love them, you do everything you can NOT to hurt them. Was your brother ever nice to you? Was he ever kind? Did he tell you he loved you?” Again, Zeus was lost in silent thought. His face became more and more troubled. He began blinking rapidly, and I saw his chest start to heave with short, shallow breaths. I think he was starting to panic. Thank God, Sleeper saw it too, and he immediately straddled the bench and pulled Zeus into a tight hug. “I love you, buddy.” I heard Sleeper whisper to him, nuzzling his face into Zeus’s head. “You’re a good man. A very good man.” And Sleeper kept whispering to him, in gentle soothing tones, much of which I couldn’t hear. At possibly the worst time, I heard the crunch of boots on gravel. “Hey boys!” Lance Corporal Potter announced. Something about the Marine’s complete obliviousness to what was happening irritated me. Refusing to read the situation was unforgivable. I shot up and spun around. Private Battles was with him. “No.” I said, staring them down. “Go inside.” “Corporal. Go inside, please, Corporal, I think you meant to say.” I looked at him, letting my eyes blink slowly. What a fucking dickhead. I gave Lance Corporal Dickhead, who could probably pick me up and break my back over his knee, a half grin. “Interesting. I don’t see a uniform. I don’t see a rank insignia. I could check my watch, but I’m going to take a guess and point out we aren’t on duty and it’s after duty hours. Which means if he isn’t in my chain of command I can tell a Marine Lance Corporal anything I want. With respect, Potter, this is Bravo business. Go inside… please.” I gave him credit for letting it go, even though I’d given him the out he still had the presence and grace to take it rather than puffing up. Maybe he was only half a dickhead. A baby dickhead. Like a nub. Lance Corporal Nub. Fuck yeah, he might never know his nickname but I was entertaining the thought of making sure the brothers knew it. He darted a look at Sleeper and Zeus. I thought I read a brief puzzled look of concern cross his face. “Okay. Let us know if you need our help. I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t look good. If you need us, we’ll be with you.” I reluctantly gave him credit for finally reading the situation and actually being a brother about it. Dammit all to fucking hell. I wanted someone to hate right now, someone closer than Zeus’s brother Ezekiel. Potter and Battles could take it, wouldn’t bother them at all if I was to be a dick right back. But then Corporal Nub had to go and be a decent human. I was still going with the nickname, I decided. I’d keep it to myself, but his pathetic attempt to pull rank… a Corporal pulling rank… seriously? That earned him the honor of keeping his nickname. Maybe it was the Lance grade in front of his Corporal, maybe it was that Marine blood. I wasn’t going to waste brain energy trying to figure it out. “Thanks, much appreciated. Zeus is going to be okay. We got his back.” “You know Brickmann, I didn’t get it before, why they’d choose you to be the leader. I think I do now.” And he nodded his head to Battles then went inside the barracks. Battles hung back a moment longer, staring at me with a considering look that reminded me of Kevin taking me apart. I think Battles had the same gears in his head. Hmmm, smart Marines. How unexpected. I think I liked them just a little bit more. I turned around and found Zeus and Sleeper in the same position. Zeus appeared a little less small, less shrunken in on himself. Sleeper was still nuzzled up against his ear with his eyes closed, his legs sandwiching Zeus’s larger hips and thighs. I unbuttoned my uniform shirt and took a quick look around, marking the building, the corners, the roofline, the other tables which were empty. A look behind me indicated no one was coming up the path. “All clear, Sleeper. Go ahead.” And I raised my arms in a big stretching yawn which opened up my shirt and covered three quarters of the view as I stood above them. The kiss I saw almost made me cry. ********** It was a couple minutes to bed check when we got inside. I bobbed my head in a nod to the Bravos at the unspoken question in their looks. They all immediately relaxed and if they weren’t already in their bunks under the blankets they quickly climbed in. I noticed Potter and Battles down the bay and gave them a nod of thanks. Nub and Gears. Maybe I’d let them in on it if we bonded during this course. I was pretty sure they would see the humor in it. Zeus seemed more himself as he walked to his rack. For the first time since I’d known him, Zeus undressed by his rack, hung his uniform in his locker, stripped off his undershirt and pulled out his pajamas. He stood there in just his white boxers. Again, the entire bay came to a stillness. I refused to look away from Zeus’s magnificent body, but if I did I knew I’d see everyone staring eagerly with looks that varied from complete adoration to lust. Just the way his muscles rippled and bunched when he moved was like a siren song that called to you and urged you to sink beneath the waves of his masculine strength. I felt like he was pulling me towards him yet I wasn’t moving, I couldn’t move if I wanted to, not until he told me to. Zeus pulled out his puppy dog pajamas, the ones his mother had sent him. I felt a smile come to my face. Now that I knew a bit more about how Zeus grew up, it was obvious that at least his mother loved him and that she probably hadn’t bought those pajamas for him. She’d probably made them, sewed them herself, which solved the mystery of how you get German Shepard puppy dog pajamas for a beast like Zeus. I’d never seen him put them on before, only ever seen him wear them, but somehow I felt this time was different for him. He paused for a moment and looked at them. He put a hand on one of the puppies that frolicked, stroking it with a couple fingers. He smiled, like a little boy on Christmas Day, lost in some memory of happiness. I had held myself together until then spurred on by anger and determination for my friend. All that left me suddenly as my tears started to fall. I couldn’t help but think that little boy was free now to become a man. We’d have to guide him there, teach him the things that his brother SHOULD have taught him instead of crushing his spirit but this was something the Bravos could do for our God. I knew I would have to stay on my toes. Some of the brothers had some stupid idiot ideas about what men should do. After Zeus dressed he climbed into his bunk. The duty Sergeant had done a bed check and turned out the main lights before leaving. I was almost asleep when Zeus’s voice echoed through the bay. “Good night everyone.” We didn’t say good night in the Army. Not like that, not to everyone. It felt weird, but then I questioned why. There’s nothing wrong with being nice. But then I remembered, if this wasn’t Jump School, we’d have a Sergeant screaming from the end of the bay to shut the fuck up and knock ourselves out or he’d come do it for us. That made me chuckle. “Good night Zeus, go to sleep.” I said back. “Good night John Boy.” Demon called out. Some smart ass from the randoms called out. “Good night Mary Ellen.” Which made everyone laugh. Yeah, like we were The Waltons. Zeus and Holler probably came the closest to being a Walton. Everyone laughed again when Zeus asked “Who’s Mary Ellen?” ******* TOWER WEEK The second week of the Army Basic Airborne Course was Tower Week. Everyone in the Bravos had made it through Ground Week. That’s not to say it was easy, we were just at the top of our game. Four of the randoms either dropped or cycled out for one reason or another - injury, unconquerable fear of heights, or lack of physical fitness were the most common reasons for soldiers to fail Ground Week but I couldn’t believe some of the failures were the result of lack of preparation and studying. Part of the course was knowing your equipment and procedure and the Black Hats constantly evaluated your proficiency and knowledge. Where were your hands? What was this part of the harness called? Were you paying attention to your Jumpmaster? We ran everywhere back and forth, barracks, chow, classroom, field. The 34 foot tower was no joke because it was high enough to put the thought in your head that if your equipment failed you’d plummet to your death. Stepping out that door the first time was a moment of faith. The first lesson of the day after our PT run of 3 miles (up from the 2 &1/2 miles during Ground Week) and breakfast was the Suspended Harness and Swing Landing Trainer, or the SLT. On the Suspended Harness were were clipped in to mock parachute riser slips, those two straps that came down from your parachute canopy that you used to guide your movement in the air. Our group and one other, about a hundred troops were all lined up under an open sided metal roofed building that contained overhead lines and hanging lift assemblies from which descended the mock riser slips that we were taught how to attach to our harnesses. Our Black Hats explained where to put our hands, how to grip, how to position our bodies and once again the repetition of keeping our knees and feet together and keeping our head down chin to chest. Frequently and repeatedly we pulled ourselves up from the ground using our grip on the riser slips to hand suspended using only the strength of our arms while the instructor pointed out corrections or what we should focus on. And while it wasn’t exactly groping, no body part was safe from a Black Hat’s hands so you got used to being touched everywhere. The Swing Landing Trainer was next. This was an apparatus similar to the Suspended Harness only with movement. From an eight foot high platform we individually stepped off to swing suspended as we moved horizontally down a zip line that was maybe 20 feet long. Again, we were reminded to keep our feet and knees together. You’d be surprised how easy that was to forget when you had five other things to focus on. That was deliberate, we were told. It had to be ingrained, unconscious, automatic. Feet and knees together was what kept you from a stupid avoidable injury during landing. And we practiced that PLF, the Parachute Landing Fall, again on the SLT but it was different because this time were were actually moving sideways rather than just falling vertically. It was kind of cool, I thought, because you hung swinging back and forth four feet off the gravel pit while the Black Hat called instructions to you and you had no idea when the drop would come. You had to be ready the entire time to execute your PLF. Everything was geared toward muscle memory and being able to do it in your sleep. And trust me, you dreamed about it at night. Over and over again we moved through the line to jump off that platform. By lunch time my groin hurt from the harness straps, and my hips ached. You didn’t always roll when you hit even though you tried. About half the time your feet hit and instead of rolling calves to knees to hips to shoulders you just went feet to hips. We were definitely doing massages again tonight. But after a while I was looking forward to stepping off that platform even though I hadn’t yet been able to ignore the jolt to my groin I knew was coming. Some of the guys were leaning forward to go off instead of a lean and step so they wouldn’t have to experience that jerk at the bottom. Of course they were corrected by the ever watchful Black Hat. We were taught how to detach ourselves from our canopy after laying on the ground. The rest of the morning was ground practice for the mock door mass exit, which thankfully gave our abused bodies a break from the punishment of harness chafe and hip and shoulder beating from the PLF. Fucking hell. The mass exit training involved attaching your static line clip to the anchor line, internalizing the timing of the Airborne Shuffle (that interval of shuffling that your entire line moved at towards the door) which was one second for each soldier, do not rush the door, do not pause at the door. The mock door was just three feet off the ground and it was a free standing actual C-130 door we’d eventually be jumping out of if we made it to Jump Week. The mock door was at the end of a 10 foot long wooden platform with steps and that was where we lined up. It started to feel real. We practiced handing off our static line to the Jumpmaster which was the strap that pulled our parachute out of our packs after we left the aircraft. Lean, step, feet together knees together, hit the ground with both feet, knees and feet together, no PLF, hop away keeping your feet and knees together. Did I mention keep your feet and knees together? Yeah, you should keep your feet and knees together. One of the big lessons was how to hold our static line and position of our arms while doing so. In class we were told a few horror stories of jumpers who got tangled in their static line and it wasn’t pretty. And we finally had our combat gear, our rucks, clipped to our harness below our reserve chute. “You will not pause at the door.” The Black Hat said to the group gathered by the platform. “Move forward in a smooth controlled shuffle. Follow the instructions of the Jumpmaster exactly and watch for his go. Your secondary Jumpmaster will control you with his hands towards the exit door.” The Jumpmaster was the Instructor who manned the exit door. There were actually two, one at the door to grab your static line and a secondary three steps away to do a final visual equipment check and verify you were clipped onto the anchor line properly with your arm in the right position and keep you moving. “It helps if you keep time in your head as the soldiers in front of you move - shuffle, step, exit. Shuffle, step, exit. Shuffle, step, exit. Do NOT touch or adjust your equipment as you move towards the exit. Keep your left hand firmly on your static line until the Jumpmaster pulls it from your hand. RELEASE your static line when he grabs it, NOT BEFORE. Your combat gear will feel unbalanced and awkward where it hangs from your harness down in front of you as you climb the steps but YOU ARE NOT TO LIFT IT OR MOVE IT IN ANY WAY. By this time you should know not to talk as you move toward your jump.” This would be the first time we practiced with our rucks clipped to the front of our harnesses and they hung in front of our thighs down just below our knees. The taller you were, the fewer problems you had, so Weeble was going to have a tough time of it. Between his helmet, main chute pack, his reserve and his ruck you almost couldn’t see a soldier. We were positioned in line in no specific order. I was in the rear of our group, not dead last but five men away. The morning was cold but it had warmed up to 42 degrees and it was grey and overcast. Everyone seemed eager for this. This was the last piece of the process of jumping. We’d been trained and practiced landing, moving, and exiting. After this we’d put it all together for mass exit training from the 34 foot tower. And after lunch, that was the rest of our day until 1600 hrs when we had to inspect then secure our gear and equipment and return it to the building where we’d pick it up again the next day. In spite of the amount of time we spent standing around waiting to practice our exit, we were all pretty exhausted. In the Airborne course we were of course free and at liberty after evening chow and some of the students went off for various fun or activities on the base. We’d all learned the first week that timing was important. The base gym was busiest just after 1700 hours, up until 1900 hours. So the Bravos tended to barracks duties until then. Our two Marines and the Navy Corpsman attached themselves to the brotherhood and had started to become unofficial members of the Bravos. Even though we were dragging ass, we still ran the mile and a half distance to the gym in our workout clothes. Half of the Bravos were focused on keeping up their general fitness and endurance, like Bootlicker, Wanker, Holler, Demon and Shark. They played half court basketball, did full body exercises on the mats along with pushups and sit-ups. The rest of us did weight training to build size and strength. We all started with some deep stretching using the buddy system to really push to full extension. Currently, I knelt behind Dumbo hugging him to twist his torso while he sat on the mat, holding the stretch. “Breathe, Dumbo.” I reminded him as I pulled him around just a little bit more. “Slow three count in…three count out. Okay, other way.” I let him rotate around to his left, grabbed him again and pulled. “Hold it, breathe…there you go. A little more… good.” I moved my hands to his ribs. “Left arm up, cross it behind your head to your right shoulder.” I grabbed his elbow with one hand, kept my other on his ribs. I pulled him over. “Ooooooohhhhh, yeah…”. He groaned as his sore muscles stretched. “Breathe.” I reminded him. While I was manipulating his body, I saw the Charlies walk in. I had a strange feeling come over me seeing the Charlies, like I was in two places at once. The time before we pulled our mutiny and thought the Charlies were all jackasses, and my recognition now that they were like an extension of the Bravos for me, my brothers. It was hard to reconcile. I wondered how much of our initial aversion to the Alphas, Charlies and Deltas was deliberately imposed competitiveness spurred on by the Sergeants. No, it was something else. Yeah, they definitely pitted us against each other. The Charlies were our main pain, Sarge letting us know every time the Charlies beat us in some qualification or task. We traded top rank with them over and over again, the Alphas and Deltas fighting it out for 3rd and 4th. The Charlies would take the lead, then we’d seize it back, then they’d outdo us, but we’d crush them again. We ran faster to beat the Charlies. We disassembled our various weapons and reassembled lightning quick to knock them back down to sniff our asses in second place. They’d never beaten us once in marksmanship. Navigation was always back and forth. We were champs at Comms and Intel because of Wanker and Bootlicker. We felt short in recon and mechanical. Strategy was a toss up, always, but I think that was because the Sarges got together to fuck with us, they loved fucking with us. It made the Bravos stronger, made everything an Us vs. Them situation. I got that tingling flush again. When you had an enemy, competition, doing well was not enough. You had to win. I had an idea. “Lamont!” I called to him. We didn’t have a chance to talk after we met up the evening of our first day. I hadn’t actually seen them during our training every day, and every evening I had the Bravos studying or doing barracks business. This past weekend would have been the first opportunity, but again I had a ton of shit to do. Thank God Sleeper and Zeus did my laundry waiting their turn in line. Who knows what the randoms did, most of them left the barracks to run amok on the base and enjoy themselves. I hoped the Bravos wouldn’t lose their focus like that. Time enough for fun and games after we accomplished whatever little game the higher ups in Command had in store for us. I knew there was a plan, you couldn’t miss the signs of our special training, keeping us as a group. I still wasn’t sure how we’d been selected or why, only that we were selected as individual soldiers from a diverse occupational background. We might never know. Lamont and the Charlies came to the mats. “How’d Ground Week go? Did everyone get through?” I asked him. “Hey Assmunch. Yeah, of course. Didn’t seem that hard. Hell, after Graf and Sergeant Horvath driving us to near collapse I’m not sure anything could take one of us out. How’d the Bravos do?” “Same, brother. Every now and then I give them a taste of our Sarge so they don’t get complacent.” I replied. Lamont chuckled. He leaned in and whispered. “Me too. I’ll never forget that hairy bastard.” “Want to stretch with us? I have a proposition.” I told him. “I’m intrigued. Sure.” “Sleeper,” I called to my best friend. “Go get the Bravos. We’re going to have a competition with our brothers, the Charlies.” I helped Lamont do his stretches, outlining my plan. “What are the stakes?” He asked. “I’d like to make it Platoon stakes, but can’t think of a prize we can all do easily as a group. So what about individual stakes? Match by match?” I offered. “Yeah, I think the guys would go for it. Good workout, too.” He responded. “Okay, you and I will choose the match ups, try to keep things even. Laundry service next weekend is the prize. Whoever loses has to do their winner’s laundry.” “Perfect. You go talk to your guys, I’ll talk to mine.” I went over to the Bravos and told them the plan. They were seriously hyped up. I figured they would be, it was the Charlies. Just then an older soldier, maybe in his late 30’s, came up to us. He was wearing marine silkies that showed his thick powerful bare thighs. “You guys done with the mats?” He asked. “Uh, not exactly. We were just about to start some hand to hand matches between our two groups.” I explained. “We can wait a bit if you need to use them, or give you some space. We only need a little for the matches.” “Actually,” he said looking around and taking us all in. He lingered just a little longer on Zeus and Sleeper. “I think I’d like to see this. Need a ref?” That was a relief. It was better to have an outside ref, otherwise Lamont and I would have to argue. “Absolutely!” I agreed. “Glad to have you. Private Brickmann, Airborne Course. Army.” I stuck my hand out. “Major Collins. Marines.” He shook my hand. Now, you might think because we were out of uniform, at the gym, outside of duty hours it would be first names and casual. And it would have been if our rank had been anywhere close. He wasn’t being a dick, and I certainly wasn’t bragging about being an Army Private. But you avoided mistakes if everyone knew where they stood. He didn’t want to hide his rank because there were certain things he HAD to report if he saw them, and he wanted me to know. I needed to let him know I was a trainee at Jump School. “A pleasure, Sir.” I said. “You ever do one of these?” I asked him. “Oh, here and there.” He said evasively. I chuckled. “Lamont, come meet the Major”. I called. Lamont came right over and stuck out his hand. “Private Lamont, Airborne Course. Army.” “My pleasure Private.” Major Collins said. “Lamont, Major Collins has offered to ref for us. Major, we usually do submission rules. Is that satisfactory?” “You’ve matched before?” He asked. “Yes, Sir. Many times. We don’t mess around, and everyone knows when to call it. You won’t have any idiots holding out too long here.” “Good, let’s keep it fun, but intense. Don’t want anyone to get dropped because of some off duty injury. ” “That’s the plan, Sir. My guys are the Bravos. Lamonts are the Charlies. Lamont, let’s get Zeus out of the way first. It’s never fair, no matter who you select to go against him.” “Yeah, it’s just sad to watch. I may as well send my weakest, Kilpatrick. Maybe he’ll just hug the big guy to death. I swear he’s got a crush on him.” I laughed. “We all have a crush on Zeus, bro.” Major Collins broke in. “Zeus is the big guy over there?” “Yeah.” I answered. “No one can even give him a challenge. He sits out most of the time.” “How about you two? Will you participate?” The Major asked. “We weren’t going to because we had to ref. But if you’re doing it, I’d like to. This is the first time we wouldn’t match in a Platoon challenge.” “Good. You guys go last then, against each other.” He suggested. “Give your guys one last chance to get some payback no matter which side has more losses. Seeing their leaders go head to head is good for them. And if you’re throwing away the match with Zeus, maybe I can start this off with some excitement.” He grinned and raised an eyebrow. Now Major Collins was absolutely in prime physical shape. Six feet tall, just slightly taller than me. He had to be 230, definitely knew his way around the weight room. His thighs alone could probably crush a man’s skull. The Major’s experience and Marine training would negate most of Zeus’s advantages of height and strength, which meant Zeus would have to be smart. “I think you might find it harder than you’re expecting, Sir. He’s a beast.” I warned him. “Outstanding.” The Major grunted. Just like a Marine to think getting the piss beaten out of him was a fun night out. Oh fuck, this was going to be good. “Zeus! You’re up first.” I called. “Sweats off, Zeus. This is going to be a real challenge. The Major respectfully requests that you don’t hold anything back.” Zeus took off his sweatpants and sweatshirt and stood there in his tee shirt and PT shorts. “Well fuck me.” Major Collins mumbled. “You get used to it.” I said. “Mostly.” “Submission rules, just like before. Let’s give them some room, brothers.” “I’m fighting a Major, Andrew?” Zeus questioned. “I’m not a Major in the ring, soldier. I’m your enemy. If you hold anything back I will crush you.” Major Collins said. He gave Zeus an intense stare. Zeus blinked, then looked at me. I nodded. Sleeper clapped him on the back and whispered something to him. Suddenly Zeus’s eyes changed, and I could swear I saw a predator sizing up his prey as he looked at the Marine Officer. “Start!” Lamont called out. Right out of the fucking gate Zeus took three steps and went into a grapple with Collins. Without a pause Zeus dropped his left shoulder suddenly, slipping free of the Major’s grip and drove his shoulder into Collins’ midsection, wrapped his arm around his waist to lift him off the ground and then arched back to throw the Major to the mat behind him. Zeus immediately flipped over and dove to try to pin the Major, but Collins wasn’t having any of it. He rolled away and was on his feet in less than two seconds. Zeus had sprung to his own feet right after failing to get Collins under him. “Nice move. It won’t work again.” Collins taunted. “I don’t need it to.” Zeus said calmly. Dangerously. Collins moved fast, way too fast. He was inside Zeus’s defense too fast for Zeus to grab him or hit him, and he got his left leg behind Zeus’s knee just as his forearm struck Zeus’s chest. Zeus began to tilt back in a fall. If Collins got him down it might end because I was pretty sure the Major knew about 50 ways to immobilize an opponent on the ground. But Zeus wasn’t a pushover… literally or figuratively. He twisted his torso opposite Collins’ position while grabbing the arm that struck him, using his own backwards momentum and body weight to drag the Major off his feet and over his body to throw him to the mat. Zeus learned his lesson from the first throw and this time he didn’t let the Major go from his grip. By now, our large group on the mats had drawn some attention, and others from the gym were coming over to watch. “Is that the Major?” I heard someone say. The Major had wisely flung his legs away when he was pulled over and he kicked his feet on the mat to flip himself back over on top of Zeus. Now they were face to face with the Marine on top. “Mount! Don’t let him inside, Zeus!” Sleeper called out. “Guard! Guard!” Zeus’s feet were planted on the mat and he managed to bring his right elbow in before Collins could wedge his head and shoulder. Zeus lifted his hips while forcing the Marine’s chest away with his right elbow. At the same time Collins was attempting to lock Zeus’s legs with his own. Zeus thrust up and forced Collins to disengage and they both scrambled back to their feet. Collins immediately tried for a head strike but Zeus turned into the attempted blow, brushed it aside with his forearm, spun and delivered an elbow to the Marine’s midsection. Collins was too savvy to let him get full contact and he danced back, abandoning his try to wrap Zeus’s chest with his other arm and bringing his knee up for a kidney shot which Zeus easily deflected with the arm that was in position from his elbow shot. The action happening was so rapid it seemed like each of them knew the other’s move before it happened, like a choreographed dance. I felt my pulse racing. I’d never seen Zeus go full out like this. They separated, studying each other. Neither was even breathing hard. Without an indication or warning, the Marine spun and kicked high towards Zeus’s head and my stomach clenched. It happened in the blink of an eye and I knew Zeus was going to get slammed. Fuck the Major was fast. Zeus’s right hand shot up just as the Major’s heel got within a foot of his head and the Marine’s ankle smacked into Zeus’s hand. The force of the kick had to be incredible but Zeus’s hand barely moved from the impact. Zeus’s huge hand gripped the Major’s ankle, Zeus ducked, twisted under Collins’ leg yanking his foot around and he pulled, hard. The Major was flung spinning face down to the mat and Zeus was already falling, his fist still wrapped around his opponent’s ankle. It was going to be a pin. Before Zeus made it down Collins flipped onto his back using Zeus’s hold on his leg to pull his knees in. If Zeus hit, Collins was going to deliver a double knee right to Zeus’s stomach. Zeus dive rolled, releasing the Major’s ankle, and somersaulted to his feet, facing away. Collins didn’t waste the opportunity having rolled to his knees he dived towards the back of Zeus’s legs but Zeus was already moving, dancing away. He allowed Collins to get to his feet. “I thought someone like you might be more accustomed to offensive moves and neglect defense, but you grab offensive opportunity from your defensive moves.” Collins said to Zeus. “You’re very fast, Sir.” Zeus replied. “But you’re not strong enough.” “I don’t need to be stronger than you, soldier.” Collins replied mysteriously. Their match had drawn a large crowd, and I think just about everyone that was in the gym had come to watch. Even the Charlies were cheering Zeus on, and the rest of the gym crowd was cheering on the Marine Major. “Then you should probably start fighting for real, Sir.” Zeus said. Huh? I didn’t see the Major holding back at all. Every attempted move or strike seemed intended to disable Zeus completely. Collins smiled at Zeus. “I’ll give you the same advice. You won’t hurt me too badly, and if I land anything on you you’ll have to cycle back through the course because you won’t be able to move for the next few days. So it’s up to you. Take me out in the next five moves or you lose your place in the course. I have nothing to lose. You have everything to lose.” The worried look on Zeus’s face when he heard the Marine’s words was quickly replaced by determination. The crowd had gone silent, most likely thinking the same thing I was thinking - they hadn’t been fighting all out? They’d just been toying with each other? And then the blows started, too fast to figure out, each movement, spin, punch, knee, kick, turn, dodge and block became another move, another attack. Blows were landed but neither of them allowed the full force of the blow to be absorbed. A turn to the side to avoid a head shot became a return knee to the midsection, which was blocked and became an attempt to grab the knee or waist, which opened up the opponent’s neck and shoulders for a drop elbow. Kicks were flung, blocked, countered and leveraged for opportunity to seize, twist or make a strike to a joint. Now both Zeus and the Major were grunting and sweat was pouring. I looked at my watch, this had gone on for 10 full minutes. Each of them had been knocked to the mat where the other tried for a submission, but neither could immobilize the other. Hell, I was sweating just watching this. It stopped being fun and easy and seemed like they were seriously trying to hurt each other. I nudged Lamont. “Should we stop this?” I whispered to him. “I think they are both loving the hell out of this, Assmunch. Let’s just trust them to know where to draw the line.” He answered. That was fine for him to say, it wasn’t his soldier at risk. The last thing I wanted was for Zeus to be cycled because he got hurt sparring. I’d give it another minute or so. It didn’t last that long. Collins began with a series of moves that seemed designed to flow into each other, and elicit specific defensive moves from Zeus. Zeus did not disappoint, but I got the distinct feeling I was watching a chess match. I knew a sacrifice was coming up, one designed to create an opening. Collins was leading Zeus, moving him exactly where he wanted him. Zeus was doing well, predicting every one of the Major’s moves. A puzzled look crossed Zeus’s face. I think he was figuring it out, but I didn’t think it would be in time. Collins would make his move soon, I could feel it, see his body getting ready. He was going to let Zeus hit him with everything, leave Zeus an opening he couldn’t refuse, but it would leave Zeus open to some trick or counter that would put an end to him. Just what the fuck was the Major planning to do? I almost couldn’t take it. I’d started out figuring the Major would win, but over the course of the match it looked like Zeus stood a chance. But now I was tense. I was back to concluding Zeus would lose but I feared the loss would be something brutal. Anything less and the Major would fail to submit him. Suddenly, it was there. Collins left his right side exposed, daring Zeus to take a shot. I begged him silently to miss it. I saw a resigned grin flash on Zeus’s face and he took the shot. Which allowed the left side of Zeus head to be open. Collins’ fist was already halfway to Zeus’s face when Zeus’s fist made contact with the Major’s ribs. I gave the Marine credit, he never flinched. He was committed to his plan. A half second after Zeus rocked him in the ribs, he was struck in the jaw by the Major’s knuckles. Zeus went down like a demolished building.

@KptNLine well said. becoming much more common now. it just makes sense!

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LOL Is this even a serious conversation? [i mean that sarcastically, I can see that it is.] But when I top there is no fucking way I'm pulling out. I've stealth fucked my loads into a btm - and, frankly, it only gets hotter for me if you tell me you don't want my load in you. Now, on a related note, I was at a video store last week. There was no action. This young eastern European kid came in and I knew I was too old for him (it happens...sigh). But there was nothing going on so I motioned for him to head into the booth next to mine. He pulls out his long uncut dick and I take it down my throat. I must have worked that dick for at least 20 minutes (and loved every second) and then the stupid sonofabitch pulls out to waste his nut on the floor. What the fuck! Asshole.