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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.

I don't think any guy would quibble with that statement - it's obvious. The only qualifier would be, if you're endangering the health of someone you love, who's unaware of your own wanton lusts.

That’s better than asking ‘are you clean?’ - like, I douched, washed my pits and bits, shampooed my hair…yeah I am clean…if someone asks if I am healthy. I’d say - my cholesterol is a bit high- and my blood sugar is borderline, but whose isn’t?

An excellent, fun and sexy story Scout.

without many of the private citizens recording the crime, I doubt Chauvin would have been brought to trial as quickly as he was. The prevalence of recording devices works both ways.

Never forget Minneapolis PD was given the knee on the neck training by !srael, with the full funding and support of politicians. An officer is only as corrupt as the top the food chain allows them to be

i pass this dude who lives in the next building, several times, with a hot body, big dick, phat ass, top, and he fucks raw. he can easily be found on the apps. i didn't do it. i don't wanna get fucked by anyone in my immediate neighborhood and it gets tracked back to me. this other neighbor of mine is a total cumdump (i've seen it myself) and lives a few floors down from me.

Congrats Scout! That's another great story!

Nerves are on high, but his 9 inch cock rest on my leg as he says, are you ready to fly? Fuck ya sir, as the point empties into my arm, and he takes the blue tourny off my arm, the rush thru my body, the cough, the tingle in my cock balls and hole, I say, Sir, fuck, fuck me now please! Oh i plan on it. He flips me over and spits on my hole, smacks it with his uncut precum soaked foreskin tip, and says, No turning back now boy, me not caring at all, He says, Take this poz chem cock, I look back, he slams his in his cock, seeing the blood on his dick has me spreading my bubble butt cheeks begging for him to wreck my hole, I can't believe how huge his cock got, and with no mercy he slams that thick dick balls deep, even tho I was so high the pain was so much, I scream out in pain, and pull away but he puts one foot on my neck and somehow swivels just right that his massive cock goes even further in my once tight hole. He grins with this devilish smile and I feel his cock go past that second hole and he lets out a low grunt and says, oh there it is , and for the next 30 minutes, probably longer, this bull just pounded me. I ended up blacking out for sometime, coming too to him still using my now stretched hole, adding a thumb or finger, saying, oh ya boy your hole is now mine, u feel my first load in your wrecked hole? I mumbled some thing as he slaps my face, and says, I can't hear you! YES SIR, I SAY. GOOD BOY! NOW, he pulls out and I notice 2 other men, even bigger than him, but then he come up to me and gets me some water. Well I thought it was water. And end up putting that blue thing in my arm as the other man grabs my hips, I feel his giant tip about to push in after that point is emptied then..... Part 2 coming soon 😈

I don't mind if someone asks how I became poz, or did I know who pozzed me. What I do find offensive is when I am asked "did you deliberately do this to yourself"? (Or something along those lines). I just shake my head, absolutely not. Considering the year I became positive, there were medications available, though not as many as there are today, But still, why would I want to do something like that to myself? I don't understand the attraction......

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

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.

Mainly bottom but getting back into topping.

Well, if he is, it's a fitting tribute to a gifted writer and to the joy of sex between men of literally all ages. I have not yet had the chance to experience what I first wished for at 8 years old, but still hold out hope someone will trust me enough to join in the ultimate Chem lust celebration.

Hi! This is my first story that I've ever written. I'm not a writer at all and I don't claim to be good at it but I wanted to contribute something to this site. There are probably a ton of typos and grammar mistakes. Feedback and comments appreciated. Definitely a WIP. Part 1: My name is Ian. Just a regular young gay. 5'8. 175 pounds. Very middle of the pack in terms of looks. I'm barely 20 and currently on summer break from college. I'm staying with my parents while I wait for the next Fall semester to begin. I couldn't find a summer job so I'm absolutely broke. No money, no dates, no fun. Before this summer, I've only had sex once in my life, it was while I was away at college last semester. I ended up playing with an older, bearish guy, maybe in his 40s. I guess I have a thing for older men. He was kind of shady but lived close to the campus I studied at. I got really horny one day and he ended up messaging me. We met up at his place and traded blowjobs. He wanted to "put the tip in me" My anxiety flared but I declined and said I had to go. He tried to get me to stay and fool around more but I managed to muster up enough courage to tell him no and leave. That was the extent of my sexual experience. I still think about that moment, what if I let that guy fuck me? Would it have felt amazing? What if he gave me an STI or something? I was too anxious to try anything with anybody else the rest of the semester but sometimes I would think about that encounter when I jerked off. One day, I was bored at my parent's place so I decided to hop on one of the gay apps. I wasn't looking for a hookup, I was just being nosey and I wanted to see who the local gays were around my parent's town. *DING DING* I got a message on the app shortly after logging on. PapaTop was his name. He didn't have his age in his profile or any kind of bio but I'd guess early to mid 60s from his pics. He was a big man, 6'3, 350 pounds. Balding with big sloppy belly that hung out of his tank top in all of his pictures, and wrinkled skin. Big impressive gray beard but if I'm being honest he was not a very handsome man at all. He fit the description of a dirty old man. His first message was a compliment towards me which made me feel obligated to message him back. "You're a handsome boy. How are you?" "Fine." I responded. "How about you?" He immediately responded "Horny. Looking for a hole to unload in. You're my type. Small and easy to throw around, lol" I was kind of shocked about how forward he was but I kinda blushed because someone was giving me a bit of attention. I replied back with "No thanks, I'm fine." I thought that would be the end of the conversation but he immediately sent me a message back that included several pics of his thick dick, a couple of them looked like he had his bare dick halfway inside a few different assholes. He cock had to be at least 7 or 8 inches long, I was a bit surprised. "You sure boy? I want to slide into you deep. I’m all top, I only fuck raw, and I got a lot of dick to give." I didn't respond. I started to feel hot and my cock twitched just a bit but there was no way I was going to hook up with someone who was old enough to be my grandpa. He had a nice cock but you couldn't pay me enough to hook up with him. Later that night, I got into bed and I felt a bit horny from earlier. I was bored of the usual material I used to jerk off with so I picked up my phone and started scrolling through that app again. For some reason I clicked on my messages with PapaTop and reread them. The pictures he sent along with his dirty talk made my dic twitch again.. I thought to myself that maybe I can do a little sexting with him to get a quick nut off. Shouldn't hurt right? I messaged him back. "How deep, Papa?" My cock sprung up thinking about his thick meat sliding into me. A few minutes passed and he messaged me back. "Balls deep, Boy.. I wanna take you to paradise. Boys get addicted my dick after I've bred them." We messaged back and forth for a bit, sharing pics and dirty talk. I was mostly leading him on for mental images to store in the spank bank, I had no intentions on hooking up with this giant troll. I just wanted to use him for a quick nut. I started stroking my dick as we chatted. He started getting very vulgar with his dirty talk. Telling me how I could be his live-in fuck boy. How we could play together all the time, and he'd fuck me good. Make sure I'm charged every night. At the time I didn't understand what being charged meant so I just played along and said "Yeah. That's hot, tell me more Daddy." I started stroking my cock faster. "I want you to come to my house. As soon as you come in, you're going to strip completely naked and put my ass on my face, boy. You're going to get tongue fucked until you're wet amd loose and then daddy is going to fuck you good. Daddy's going to plant his poz seed in your ass and make you my dirty son." Wait, poz seed? I was a bit inexperienced but I knew being poz meant he had HIV. And he wanted to infect me? Make me his dirty son? My thoughts were all over the place but I felt my body starting to tense up as I thought about his "poz seed" filling me up. He messaged me again. "You want that, boy? You want me to own your ass and give you my toxic load? Come over now boy. It's waiting for you." He sent a The mental image of his thick dick, thrashing and twitching inside of my hole came into view. His dick spewing out poison into my guts while he called me his bitch boy. I popped my nut and several ropes of cum blasted across my belly. Suddenly post nut clarity hit me and I felt disgusted. Did I really just cum from the thought of this old man with HIV fucking me? I put my phone down and went to sleep. The next day I woke up to a message from PapaTop "I'm free today. Come service my dick boy, I have a big load for your ass." I cringed and responded that I was busy. He said that he was free all week and he had a special gift for my ass. The idea made my cock twitch but I fought back the urge to entertain him. "Sorry man, I'm tied up all week." He was persistent. He messaged me for the next few days, practically begging me to come over and sit on his cock. I didn't want to block him because our conversations were actually normal and pleasant when he wasn't trying to seduce me. I tried to change the subject as I usually did, I wanted to make him lose interest in fucking me. We had a very mundane chat about his job as an office manager before he retired. He mentioned a couple of stories about dumb boys he managed to lure into his office so he could breed them during his lunch break. He sounded a bit predatory in his stories, almost like he had to trick or coerce most of his partners into having sex with him, given his looks that was understandable. I tried to prevent the conversation from going into sex talk but that seemed to be on the forefront of his mind at all times. Eventually, the conversation started to dry up... until I mentioned that I was getting my degree in IT. "Boy, you never told me you were good with computers. I actually have an old computer that's been giving me problems, can't get the damn thing to work. Maybe you can come over and take a look at it?" I sighed. Ugh, he just wants me to come over so he can fuck me, I'm not that dumb. "Papa, I don't feel comfortable coming over. You're a nice guy but I don't want anything to happen between us. You're poz and you already told me that you only fuck raw. I'm not interested in taking that risk." "Boy, who said anything about sex? I can be civil. Promise. How about I pay you to come over just to look at my busted computer. Maybe we can have a drink and shoot the shit while you're here. It would be nice to have a little company." It sounded like an easy job and the idea of getting paid sounded good to a broke kid like me but there's no way I'm getting lured into that predator's home with promises of cash and booze. I started typing up another response to tell him no thanks but suddenly the thought of his cock stretching my ass and unloading open entered my mind again. A mix of being horny and curious made me reply back with "If it's just business, that should be fine." I felt uneasy about visiting a stranger's home but the danger kind of gave me an adrenaline rush. I thought to myself that I'm a grown man, I can just leave if things start to get weird. I felt my dick twitch hard after we finalized plans for me to visit. "Boy, I think we're going to have a blast. Can't wait to have you."

It was pretty clear Pedro knew these back roads well. I now knew his name and we soon had found a secluded place to park the car. He got out removed his pants and underwear encouraging me to remain naked. He led me to a small clearing and showed me which tree was best for me to lean against presenting my ass to him. It was a well-worn place with used wipes and condoms strone about. Obviously, we were not the first have sex here. I began to wonder if Pedro brought all his male customers to lean against this tree. By the size of his manhood, I was not about to complain. He wasted no time and was soon rimming and tong fucking my ass with plenty of spit. I had just started thinking about what a slut I was becoming when I realized he had stood and was introducing his mushroom head to my aching hole. I was proud of myself when I called back to him; “Condom, you need a condom.” He just laughed and breached my outer ring with his naked mushroom head. He stopped to let me adjust to his considerable girth. I took a deep breath, relaxed my hole and as I pushed back onto his raw rod, I felt foolish but still said. “You should be wearing a condom.” When he was balls deep he nibbled on my ear and asked; “Condom now?” “We should.” I feebly responded. He pulled completely out and rammed fully back in knocking the air out of me. “Now, condom?” “Just fuckin, fuck me! …. Oh …. Fuck … that feels so good!” I caved. After five minutes of his groin slapping against my ass he asked; “You like?” “Oh fuck, yes, I like?” “Like my bare cock fuck you ass?” “Oh yes, I like it very much.” “Tell me, use words.” He was insistent “I love your naked cock inside me, fucking me!” “No condom?” He teased “No fucking condom!” I was clear. “Cum soon, in you.” Was he asking a question or making a statement. “Fuckin breed me already, cum in my ass!” He rasped one more time, “No condom.” “Yes, I want no condom, fill my ass with your load!” With his first blast his right hand covered my mouth, with the second blast his left hand wrapped around my throat. With the next three convulsions each hand tightened more and more, By his last orgasm he was panting like a wild animal. I had never felt so captured, frightened and proud all at the same time. I don’t know how long we stood bonded together there but gradually his grasp loosened, and natural breathing returned. He was just pulling his softening cock from my sloppy hole when I heard another car pull up. Only then did I remember he had made a couple phone calls as we drove down the side road. He must have let a buddy know what was up. Sure enough an older Mexican emerged into the clearing with his hardening cock already sticking out of his fly. I thought ‘what the hell, why not’ and took my position leaning forward against the tree. The new raw cock was at my hole when I heard Pedro ask the new guy; “Where condom?” They argued for a moment in Spanish before the new guy stuck a finger in my dripping ass. As he plunged his raw cock into me he barked; “NO CONDOM!” Pedro just laughed and made another phone call. This new guy pounded my ass for 20 minutes before exclaiming his release and holding deep. By now there were three more guys standing in line. Each took their turn breeding me and Pedro raw fucked the last two as they gave me a very good time. I had become so engrossed in this sexual frenzy that I completely forgot where I was supposed to be heading as well as the importance of my timeline. It wasn’t until we got back out to the main road and Pedro wondered which way I wanted to go that reality set in. It was now well past noon and my 72-hour window was disappearing. Three miles up the road we came to a full stop in a traffic jam. Pedro made a couple calls and informed me that the road into the city was blocked by a medical workers strike. Only a couple vehicles were being let through at a time. The estimate for our arrival at the clinic was 3 hours. That would get us there 15 minutes before closing and even then the staff might be on the strike line. I was now sweating bullets. Pedro came up with a brainstorm. He knew a back road that turned into a back lane that went through a friend’s private property. If I granted the friend a special favour, we could take this treacherous route and shave off a half hour. I didn’t ask any questions, “Thanks Pedro, just get me there.” The road was extremely rough with deep ruts. At times the bottom of the taxi scrapped, and I feared we would be stranded. At other times there were deep ditches on both sides with the taxi wheels teetering on the edges. Finally, we went through a barbed wire gate and traveled on a cow path through a series of rough fields. The car stopped outside a shed that looked as if a slight breeze would knock it down. Pedro informed me it was ‘special favor time.’ I thought, “Oh right, maybe I should have asked. Oh well, too late now.” An old woman emerged from the shed and motioned for me to get out of the taxi. Then she made it clear she wanted me to strip. I didn’t hesitate. She stroked my torso seeming to pay particular attention to all my hair. She then motioned for me to bend over the hood of the taxi. I looked to Pedro so he spoke; “Three grandsons will fuck you. Not get you pregnant like girls.” I grimaced, bent and took my stance. The first young man came out, stood behind me and fished out his hardening boner. Gramma handed him a condom. He spoke in Spanish so I could only guess but I think he was pleading “Do I have to.” She ripped open the condom and began placing it on his cock. He relented, finished the job and jammed it deep in my hole. I was glad to have cum in there for lube, but even then, it hurt like fuckin hell. I screamed but he paid no attention and rammed away. With each in stroke I was getting soarer and looked pleadingly to Pedro. Pedro took this cue to distract granny. By now the other two young men were watching and saw me remove their brother’s condom, direct his raw member into my hole and very soon his young sperm was mixing with the Mexican cum stew already deep in my gut. The other two were fast learners. They let granny watch them sheath their man meat but found stealthy moments to get rid of it before they entered and soon bred my sloppy ass. The fact they all seemed a bit disgusted to be fucking a man just made me feel prouder as they ejaculated in my gifted masturbator hole. Favour completed off we went and reached the clinic a good fifty minutes before closing. They were short staffed but rushed me through the paperwork and sent me into a treatment room. I waited long enough that I was getting worried they might close before I got my PeP treatment. Then he came through the door! A male nurse dressed in scrubs that accentuated every asset of his muscular hunky body. He was even free-balling and the tent at his crotch was sizable. He quite professionally reviewed all the paperwork with me; reviewing my name, birthdate and nationality he explained he just needed to establish what brought me in and if I really wanted the treatment. I tried to rush him to hear my ‘yes I desperately need PeP, but he insisted on hearing details. “How many sexual partners have you had in the last 72 hours?” I had to do quick math; “40” I blurted “Were you the receptive partner?” “Awe, yeah, every time.” “Did any of them cum in you?” “Awe, yeah, they all did.” “Can you drop your shorts? I’m going to have to check.” I couldn’t believe my ears but did as I was asked and presented him my bare ass, His finger probed me. “Oh yeah, you’ve got quite a collection in there.” That’s when he stuck his finger in his mouth. “Mmmmm tasty!” Two fingers went up my ass, came dripping out, and were presented to my lips. “Have you had a taste?” I instinctively licked his fingers off. “Do you want some more?” he asked. I nodded yes and three fingers worked there way in my hole. He finger fucked me for a bit before finger fucking my mouth. I eagerly participated savouring every drop I could lick off. “I take it you are not on PreP.” Four fingers were now probing my hole. I’d accommodated some thick cocks over the last couple of days but nothing had stretched me like this. It was not possible to hide my groans of enjoyment. His voice broke through my revelry. “Are you on PreP?” “No” “Are you chasing?” He added his thumb. My pleasure groan included the word; “What?” “Are you hoping to get knocked up, looking to get pozed?” Why in this moment did I equivocate? “Maybe? I didn’t think I was.” “Were any of those forty loads toxic, did you know they were poz and unmedicated?” “Some I guess.” “Did you encourage them to cum in you anyway?” “A few times I guess.” “Did the word’s poz me, knock me up, ever come out of your mouth?” Just then his hole hand slid inside my outer ring. I looked past my raging hard on and there was his bare wrist being held by my hole. “Fuck me man, that feels amazing, even though I can hardly breath.” “Yeah, I thought a cum whore like you would like fisting.” “Oh, fuck yeah, don’t stop.” “Do you want me to see how deep I can ….” “Yes, yes, don’t stop!” He pushed in a few more inches, or did I push onto his arm? “I should be wearing a glove. I cut my finger just before coming in here, that’s why I was late, stopping the bleeding, I hate band aids.” “I don’t care, bleed in me, just don’t stop!” I was so full I could barely groan out the words. “I don’t think you understand.” “I don’t care, just keep fist fucking me. Please! Please! Pease!” “I’m poz and unmedicated, and your ass is torn apart. I’m literally bleeding highly toxic blood right into your veins. But you’re loving this aren’t you?” “Yes. Don’t stop, let’s see if you can get in to your elbow.” “My elbow? Are you sure? “Yes, I’m sure, never been more sure.” “Ok, but only if you agree to my deal.” He was grinning and this came out sinister. “Anything, anything at all, you can do whatever you want to me.” He began punching deeper and deeper into me the combination of pain and adrenaline rush was intoxicating. From time to time, I know I blacked out. I couldn’t believe my eyes coming to and seeing his elbow at my hole. His entire forearm buried in my stretched hole. His voice was triumphant; “A deals a deal right?” “Fuckin right man. Wow this is amazing. Anything you want.” His arm slid out to his wrist before he somehow managed to slide his raw cock inside my hole and his fist. He was masturbating his raw poz cock inside my ass. He was firm and assertive; “Now tell me without equivocation what you want slut.” “Jerk off in me man! breed me! add your toxic sperm to your toxic blood! Knock me up. Gift me.” “If I cum in you like this I won’t give you any PeP, decide fast, I’m very close.” “Do it! Cum in me! Knock me up. A deals a deal. No PeP for me” With my ass so stretched I was amazed to feel every blast spray from the slit in his cock head. Each spurt spraying my guts. 6, 7, 8, 9 shots out of his flood gates. As we were cleaning up he asked if I had really been after PeP. I assured him I had desperately come seeking it. "What changed your mind?" He asked. "I heard a hint of uncertainty when I answered your direct question, was I chasing. I knew the moment I saw you that I couldn't resist letting you knock me up if you were poz. I knew I was close to getting last minute PeP but deeper inside I knew I needed you to change my life. " Pedro was waiting with the taxi to take me back to the beach. It was dark but I could see Fred was smiling lounging in the hammock outside my room. His voice was light and airy; “So did you get your PeP?” I opened the door before calling him; “No, so get in here and finish knocking me up!”

The more verbal the better. Humiliate me and degrade me. It puts me in my place.

To be clear: you don't owe me or anyone else an explanation. But when someone posts about an experience publicly, it's available for others to comment upon. And no one else is obligated to react to something the same way I do, or the way anyone else does. Just because I find something sad doesn't mean it's categorically sad for everyone.

I have jacked-off to this story probably hundreds of times, but only just today realized that the video Sloane plays for Conrad is of Lance's pozzing is from the author's other great story, Seduced, Chemmed, and Pozzed by My Wrestling Coach. How I wish rawrawraw76 were still contributing these minor masterpieces to BZ. He elevated the art of bug-chasing/chem jack-off fiction to unparalleled standards. Now, I have to review his entire oeuvre for Easter eggs similar to this one. Boy, is my dick gonna raw!

ASSMUNCH “Damn it! It was supposed to stun him.” Major Collins gasped. He was holding his right ribs with his hand. “I think he cracked my ribs with that shot.” I’d darted in along with Lamont when Zeus collapsed and was kneeling over him. “I don’t know why he took the opening, he had to know it wasn’t going to end well.” I said. Only a few seconds had passed before Zeus came to with a small groan. “There he is.” Lamont commented. “Zeus, you okay?” I asked. Zeus looked at me. “Hi Andrew.” I chuckled. Anyone else would probably have asked what happened. Zeus just said ‘hi’ in the same tone you’d use to greet someone while walking into a party, like he was glad to see me and couldn’t wait to catch up on what was going on with me. “Yeah, you’re fine buddy. Come on, let’s get you vertical.” I patted him on his shoulder. “How’s your jaw? Does it hurt any?” Zeus stood up. “It’s okay. That was amazing!” He said to Major Collins. The Marine laughed, and instantly regretted it with a wince of pain. “Kid, we both underestimated the other. I knew you would hit hard, but I wasn’t expecting that.” Zeus smiled. “You hit me really hard too! That was fun!” I shot a look of incredulity at Lamont. He rolled his eyes. “You should have been a Marine, Private. But only trade shots with your opponent when you know you can stay on your feet.” Collins returned. Zeus just shrugged. “You were going to get me soon anyway, and I wanted to know what you were going to do.” Zeus said. “I didn’t have a lot of options. I needed get you stunned. Head shot seemed like my best bet. Not sure a kidney or diaphragm hit would have done it, not on you. I think maybe a nerve cluster could have worked, but you cover so well I couldn’t find the opportunity.” Collins said. “Good job, soldier. But if we’d been fighting for real I would have had no choice but to put you down.” “Are you sure you’re alright, Sir? We have a Corpsman in our group if you want him to check out those ribs.” I offered. “I’ll be fine. Not the first cracked rib I’ve had. It’s not bad, just tender. Let’s get these matches going.” He said. “Let him do his thing anyway. Besides, I think two of yours also want to say hi.” I waved over Lance Corporal Potter and Private Battles, and Navy Corpsman Lenger. “Major Collins, this is Lance Corporal Potter and Private Battles.” I said, introducing the two Marines. “This is Corpsman Petty Officer Lenger. Lenger, the Major thinks he may have a cracked rib, Zeus got him pretty good. Check him out while we start the matches if you wouldn’t mind.” “Sure thing. Major, let’s lift your shirt and take a look.” I did not expect this turn of events, but I knew after that exhibition the guys would do their absolute best. Watching Zeus and the Major fight was inspiring to say the least and I could almost feel the testosterone thrumming in the air. “Lamont, your pick.” I said. “Hmmm, weak or strong…?” He mused. “I think we need to continue the momentum, keep everyone primed. I’m going with Urich.” Urich stepped forward. I’d seen him in action many times when we’d gone head to head with the Charlies. He was good two on two or one on one. Urich loved using his opponents’ weakness against them. He was a bouncy fuck, had this way of springing on the balls of his feet in random directions while he fought. He liked attacking from the side. He had brown hair, brown eyes, stood at 5’10” and wasn’t overly burdened with muscle but wasn’t skinny either. The guy could move. I didn’t want to waste Troll right out of the gate, nor Sleeper. I think Demon could handle him. Puta could take this guy too, but Puta was really tested by Lamont’s guy Valentino which always made for an exciting match so I was going to save him for that. “Demon.” I looked over at the Major who was still paying attention. The Corpsman was feeling along the Marine’s rib bones with tactile examination one slow inch at a time. Zeus was sitting next to the Major, with Sleeper right beside him. Those two seemed joined at the hip these days. That made me happy. I bent in to whisper in Demon’s ear. “I don’t want you to show off, don’t get flashy. And don’t play with him. Take him out fast.” “Well you’re no fun.” Demon replied. “I want to dominate. I don’t want there to be any question that the Bravos are the best.” I explained. “Got it. He won’t know what hit him.” Demon said. We let them shake hands as they squared off then they backed off to opposite edges of the spectator ring. People were calling out encouragement from the sidelines. Urich was bouncing up and down, focusing on staying in motion. “Start!” I called out. Demon leapt forward towards the center and Urich hunched down in a flexed knee fighter’s crouch while he moved forward in a guarded half-step. I leaned into Lamont. “He always keeps his left foot in front.” I pointed out. Lamont nodded. “He knows he’s strongest with his right arm. I’ve tried getting him to change it up but he says it throws him off. He relies too much on his speed to dodge.” Demon’s move was a thing of beauty. While Urich approached cautiously expecting a head to head, Demon sprung left then immediately went back right, juked in a fake and fell to his knees where he swept Urich’s left leg clean out from under him. Urich did exactly what Demon wanted: he tried to hop back away from the low move towards his legs leaving him open for a sweep. Demon was on his back almost before he hit the mat and Urich was tied up in a bow with Demon’s forearm pushing down on his shoulders and his other hand grabbing one of Urich’s feet and bending his leg backwards. Urich smacked the mat with an open palm. Demon released him with a pat, and helped him up. “Should have seen that coming.” Urich said, not at all embarrassed that he was taken out so quickly. Demon shrugged. “You put too much of your weight on your left leg. I wasn’t going to wrestle you and I didn’t want to give you a chance to use that right hook you had ready.” Our little tournament went back and forth with wins and losses demonstrating how evenly matched our two groups were. Of course Puta and Valentino put on an excellent show but Valentino eventually lost. After Zeus and the Major we made it clear that fist strikes were off the table, it had to be all open hand. For those matches that didn’t have a clear submission, Major Collins made the call of who won. Sleeper of course won his match with ease. And when I say ‘with ease’ it looked like he was treating his opponent gently as if the guy wasn’t even trying to fight back because Sleeper controlled everything the guy tried. The guy Weeble fought, Endauer, didn’t know what hit him. There was no power in Weeble, just a frantic messy scramble that reminded me of two blue jays fighting, or maybe cats. Fast, crazy, confusing and intense. Weeble finally scissor locked Endauer’s head while pulling his arm at full extension twisting his wrist and squeezing the guy’s hand. Everyone always underestimated Weeble. After his win, the Bravos hooted and slapped him on the back with congratulations while he stood looking embarrassed at the praise. So it was down to me and Lamont. Lamont could tie it up if he won. Size-wise, we were very similar and I knew from past experience Lamont would be a challenge. He wasn’t flashy and didn’t go for big moves. He was patient, deliberate and could adjust his attack in mid-move depending upon his opponent’s defense. I had to be clever and deceptive to beat him. With a practiced ease I closed off every emotion. Cold calculation was necessary and the hard curtain of calm blanketed my mind like an old friend. It was how I’d dealt with thoughts of Kevin for the last year but now it was a useful tool for battle. Gutter, the Ranger Instructor, was right. Lamont was an obstacle. It wasn’t personal. I couldn’t care about winning or losing. I already didn’t want to hurt him or put him in pain but I also couldn’t care about NOT causing him hurt or pain. The only thing I should care about was my attack and taking him out. Pain, any injury I might cause was inconsequential. The state of mind I fell into elicited an immediately suppressed shock. I was in two places at once, both focused and present but also mentally standing a step back from myself as an observer. If you’ve ever been thrust into a crisis, something happening too fast for you to control, you know the feeling of being outside yourself. I thought I knew my own head, my reactions, my thoughts. I was familiar with my automatic brain that sometimes betrayed me while I watched…and sometimes distracted me from what it was doing so I WOULDN’T watch and wasn’t aware. But this… this refined that state of awareness and distilled it down into its purest form. I was in the place where there was no Me only I wasn’t gone, I was split in two. My conscious observer brain saw details with a detached clarity while my automatic brain absorbed the unfiltered information without judgment. I was a team of two fighters in symbiosis. I, the *me* that watched floating behind myself, trusted the automatic me like a trained attack dog. He knew what to do. The closest I approached to any emotion was interest and curiosity at how this contest could be dissected and boiled down into moves and counters, effectiveness of my strikes and recognizing opportunities and possible next moves. I didn’t have to make myself perform the conclusions I reached, Automatic Me handled all that. My body moved with Lamont’s offense and defense to perfection. I saw every attack a split second after he positioned himself to execute it, every counter he threw before he even knew he had to. This was an exquisite dance that wasted no physical movement as our feet repeatedly found the exact position necessary to mold our bodies into the spaces we needed to drive this into an artistic performance. No external stimuli intruded. For all my mind cared, Lamont and I were alone. I evaluated his reactions. Doing that I understood how Zeus and the Major had known when the other had been holding back. I saw it in Lamont’s body, his unwillingness to commit fully, the way he controlled his strength, his refusal to go all out. He believed he had to conserve his strength probably because he doubted his own endurance if the match went on too long. Observer me was dryly amused that by doing so Lamont was going to fulfill his own feared prophecy. Drawing out a fight because you were afraid the fight would be drawn out was a self defeat. I could have used his own doubt to beat him, toy with him until his strength left him at which time he might realize what he’d done to himself and accept the approaching loss with disappointed resignation. But that was no way to win. Had I been in any danger my Automatic Brain may have chosen that as a wise course of action - just let him beat himself without putting me in any danger. Lamont was not a threat though, not when I was in this mental state. Zeus or the Major may have been a threat, but not Lamont. Automatic Brain forced Lamont to choose. It was a good course of action, I agreed. I wanted him desperate and needed him to let go, to test me and push me to make an effort. “Fuck, Assmunch.” Lamont breathed heavily. “How much have you been training? I thought I at least stood a chance. I can’t even get a simple hold.” I had no true idea of how long our fight had been going on at this point. Whatever look Automatic Brain gave him appeared to cause him concern. ‘You’re not dealing with me, bud’ Observer Me thought. Holy fuck I liked this! I’d never felt this in control, this calm certainty of a perfect world I could handle without any effort. And that was what shattered it all, that one simple thought of exhilaration. I crashed back into myself and back into the physical world. The first thing that assaulted me was the noise of the spectators who were screaming and shouting both encouragement and roars of excitement at watching a good fight. The second thing that assaulted me was Lamont. It was my own fault, I wasn’t ready and Automatic Brain had pushed him into throwing all his hopes into one last desperate move. He had me off my feet before I even felt his contact with my chest. How had he gotten inside? I swear I heard the noise level double. I wasted a precious single second trying to recognize my position and knew I was helpless until I hit the mat. Lamont’s strength which before wasn’t even a consideration worth my concern now forced me to evaluate what I needed to do when I regained leverage. My back would hit first. Could I roll? Only if my bounce jolted his hold. I didn’t think he’d let that happen. But he was going to feel it too when we hit. I grabbed him tight and braced myself for what I knew was going to be a rough landing. I couldn’t afford to have the breath knocked out of me. * * * * * * * * SLEEPER Assmunch was handing Lamont his lunch and showing him out the door. Fuck, I doubted I could take him myself, my friend looked like a primal beast evolved for one purpose - to attack and dismantle his prey. Not a single sloppy move and he didn’t even appear to be working that hard. His handsome face bore a cold, blank stare with his wide lips held closed but absolutely relaxed as if he wasn’t locked in an intense physical battle. “He knows. He found it.” Major Collins remarked from beside Zeus. I wanted to ask what he meant, but I was too riveted by the sleek and deadly way Assmunch’s fit body moved. It was somehow erotic this perfect balance between tension in his limbs and core and the effortless flow between moves. It looked like sex and violence, passion and control. It was like Andrew had this entire fight all planned out before hand the way his moves just blended together looking like a single orchestrated pattern. So smooth it was almost gentle the way he moved. I’d seen this before. On TV, some documentary about martial arts masters. “Shaolin monks”. I said out loud when I made the connection. “Not yet, but he could.” Major Collins replied. “He’s still clumsy compared to them. But he has found the key. Only the first most basic step on the path.” It was the way Andrew’s eyes didn’t even seem to look at Lamont, half the time his head wasn’t even facing his opponent and yet he stepped gracefully aside at just the right moment, not too soon and not too far but just enough to avoid the attack. His feet slid and his hips and knees poured… that was the only word for it, he just poured his body like liquid where he needed it to be and he never stopped moving. I swear it was like watching a sheet on a clothesline waving lazily in a gentle breeze and fuck if it wasn’t giving me a fucking boner. “Jesus Christ” I let out. The crowd that had gathered increased their shouts and encouragement around us. The Major gave a chuckle. “It’s something to watch, isn’t it? You should see the Shaolin Masters fight. Speed this up by 10 until you aren’t even sure they are touching each other at all. But the flow is the same and it’s all about conservation of effort and eliminating everything but the movement from your mind. Does Private Brickmann meditate much? Seems like he wouldn’t have the time.” Still not taking my eyes from the incredible creature my best friend had become, I answered. “I don’t think so. I’ve never seen him meditate, and we’re together just about every second of the day since I met him. He’s never said anything.” “Hmmmmm” The Marine hummed, as if considering some puzzle. “You’re in Tower Week right now, aren’t you?” he asked. “Yes, Sir. Just started today.” “Doing well?” “I think so. The Bravos haven’t lost anyone, and we don’t seem to need as much hands on or instruction from the Black Hats. All the brothers seem to love it.” I answered. “And the little guy… he didn’t have any problems? He’s almost too small to reach the static line and clip in. And with everything he needs on his harness for a jump he must struggle.” “Weeble? Nah, never less than maximum effort from him.” Major Collins let out a snort. “You don’t call him Weeble, do you? Really?” I laughed along with him. “Yeah, but it’s not mean. Andrew…Private Brickmann, would never let it be mean. It’s not about his size. The commercial… you know… Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down? That’s Weeble. Every time he gets knocked down he gets back up and tries harder. He won’t quit, doesn’t stop, and doesn’t let his size get in his way. We should all have his attitude. He never loses belief in himself and takes everything with a happy smile. Weeble doesn’t fall down. And he brings us up with him.” “You seem like a close knit unit. How’d you come to Jump School together? That’s not exactly standard. Unless your Occupational Specialty requires it?” He asked. I shrugged. “Mine doesn’t, but we’re all different Specialties. I don’t know why they sent us here, but it goes with my plan to be a Ranger and be assigned to the 75th. Andrew and Zeus too. We requested it. I don’t know about the rest but I don’t think they did.” “Hmmmm” The Major intoned. “Ah, he just lost his focus. Not a bad run. You’ve never seen him fight like that?” “Never” I said quickly, seeing the same thing the Major saw. All of a sudden Andrew wasn’t flowing, he seemed… normal. When Lamont went for a full tackle, something that shouldn’t have worked on a bad day, the crowd erupted with a roar. The Bravos screaming for Andrew to fight harder, the Charlies exuberant that Lamont had finally gotten a good lick in, and the rest of the crowd because the fight wasn’t one sided anymore and the top dawg might get taken down. If Andrew wasn’t in danger of losing I would feel like busting out in unrestrained laughter at how military guys loved a good hard fight, watching one, being in one, it didn’t matter. It got our blood pumping. The energy here in the corner of the otherwise empty hangar sized gym building was fucking supercharged. Assmunch and Lamont were right… this was just what we needed, what everyone needed. The randoms didn’t know what they were missing. The crowd outside the core group had found various things from around the gym to stand on so they could see the fight action. This had turned into a Main Event, and I fucking loved it. One of the brothers started a chant “BRAVOS! BRAVOS! BRAVOS!” And we all joined in. Soon the Charlies were fighting us with their own chant as we watched Andrew and Lamont leaving nothing behind on the mat. Andrew was the reddest I’d ever seen him, his entire body was damn near purple, holy shit. He was giving it everything he had, and Lamont wasn’t going to let him win if there was any ounce of hope he could somehow pull out a win by submission. He had to know he’d lose in a decision. Even Zeus and the Major’s fight seemed tame next to this. After Andrew got knocked to the mat it was like they both agreed to finish the fight off their feet. I could see the exhaustion in both of them but they weren’t slowing down. “Is that color normal?” The Major asked in concern, referring to Andrew’s full body flush. “Yeah,” waved his concern away. “We used to call him Scarlett because he just turns all sorts of colors depending on how he feels, you don’t even need to embarrass him. It’s kind of funny. But he’s like the best guy you’ll ever meet. He keeps all of us grounded, watches out for us and fixes things before they become a problem. He keeps our heads straight.” “Used to? What do you call him now?” I froze. I didn’t think Andrew would appreciate his nickname being passed around. “Assmunch”. Zeus replied, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. I was also surprised. Zeus usually only referred to Assmunch by his nickname when he was with him, and called him Andrew otherwise when he wasn’t around. Ah, maybe it was just because the Major asked. Zeus really didn’t like cuss words. The Major looked at Zeus with raised eyebrows. “Do I even want to know why?” “No, Sir. And we can’t tell you anyway. Not until Andrew says.” Zeus answered, not even bothered or fazed that he just told a Major that it was up to a Private whether he got information or not. Zeus said the Major wasn’t entitled to the information, and that was that. Fucking Zeus being Zeus. “Well you boys just continue to impress. I like you Bravos. Who are the Charlies to you?” He asked. “Rival Platoon from our special training.” I answered this one. I’d lost count of the number of times that considering look had crossed the Major’s face during our conversation. “I think I know better than to ask. The Charlies aren’t a disappointment either. It seems the Army chose well for what they intend for you.” So he thought so too? Good to know we weren’t just imagining things. Wait…huh? Did the Major know something? Andrew and Lamont had to be on their last legs but neither of them was giving up. They grunted and growled with the intense effort they were expending. It was to the point where they were spending more time holding each other than moving. I knew from how their faces pressed against their opponent’s body. When you’re that weak, when it takes every ounce of strength you have left, you start trying to use your head to provide the leverage your body can’t. I’d been there so many times in my wrestling matches. Before I could ask what Major Collins meant, he stood up, holding his sore side. “Break! Match over!” He called out, stepping into the space. To everyone’s credit, no one grumbled. We didn’t because he was a Marine Major, and the Charlies and Bravos agreed that he would call the matches. But the rest of the spectators instantly fell silent. I guess the Major carried weight. Andrew lay on top of Lamont, both of them breathing hard, but relaxed and no longer struggling with each other. It looked like they had just got done fucking. Andrew’s head was just laying on Lamont’s heaving chest. Yeah, they had nothing left. Lamont wrapped his arms around Andrew and gave him a hug, then rubbed his head. “Man, I’m so done.” Lamont said. Andrew started laughing. “Me too, fuck you fight hard!” Andrew rolled off of Lamont and they both lay there chuckling and breathing. Everyone was waiting for Major Collins’ judgment. “It was close, Brickmann started out completely dominating.” He began. “But on the mats Lamont controlled the action. Match goes to Brickmann.” Andrew raised his tired arm while the Brothers jumped and yelled in celebration. “Yeah, you deserve it. That style you were using in the beginning was incredible, brother.” Lamont said to Andrew, holding out his hand. Andrew shook his hand and sat up. Zeus and I went to help him and Lamont up, but a couple of the Charlies, Cook and Lopez, got to Lamont first. “That was an intense competition.” I said. “Fuck yeah it was!” Cook said. “Charlies need to train more. We can’t let you Bravos live up there at the top.” I laughed. “Well come on then. Actually, we should train more too. A few of those matches we didn’t have to lose.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw Major Collins had pulled Lamont and Andrew aside and was speaking to them alone. I liked the Major, he seemed like a really laid back guy for a Marine and an officer. ************* PUTA Julio snuck away from the matches not long after he beat his opponent from the Charlies. Almost everyone in the big hangar sized gym was riveted on the battles and no one noticed him leaving. He’d had fun grappling Valentino, the 6 foot tall blonde with the beautiful ass. Or rather groping. Julio didn’t mind that Valentino didn’t really fight back as hard as he probably could have after his first takedown when Julio pressed his jockstrap encased erection into Valentino’s ass and whispered in his ear “Quiero tu sabroso culo.” The pretty blonde didn’t reply, but Julio soon knew he’d gotten the message even if he didn’t understand Spanish. Still, Julio was surprised. He didn’t expect Valentino to actually LIKE it. He’d done it more for a little fun and to throw his opponent off than in any serious attempt to fuck the guy. But as their match went on he got more aroused as Valentino waited longer than necessary to break away, or move out of Julio’s grasp. Julio made sure his hands found that enticing round ass at every opportunity. He pushed his fabric covered hard cock against Valentino’s face, his ass, and even let him grope it. No, he wasn’t imagining it. The pretty boy was willing. He thought at one point he felt Valentino’s mouth gnaw briefly on his cock. Never one to waste an opportunity, when Julio decided the match had gone on long enough, he pinned Valentino and whispered to him with their faces pressed together in struggle, “Submit Guapo. I give you what you want in da showers.” In less than two seconds, his opponent smacked the mat and Lamont called the match. With the matches drawing so much attention, almost no one was in the locker room. Julio didn’t wait for Valentino to follow him. He either would, or not. But Julio knew he would. He knew the hunt, knew the look of desire hidden in the eyes that stayed too long. And if that wasn’t enough, Valentino’s equally hard cock would drag him wherever Julio wanted him to be. That was how it was supposed to be: they came to him. They always came to him. All he had to do was entice them with sufficient encouragement. Julio was standing naked in front of his shower cubicle, the last one in the back when he saw Valentino come into the locker room out of the corner of his eye. There was only one other person in the locker room and he looked to be putting his things in his workout bag to leave. Julio shot Valentino his suave grin, licked his lips before biting one gently in his teeth, turned slightly to give the blonde a quick look at what would soon be buried 8 hard inches deep inside him, then stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. It was all part of the hunt. The lure. The tease before the love-making. Only rarely was it necessary to get it done quickly, like with Wanker that night in the snow shelter in Germany. It was better, so much better, to inflame the passions and boil the blood. It would not take a lot, much of their foreplay had occurred on the mat in front of onlookers, which to Julio made it even more exciting. Valentino was already his eager plaything. Even so, the pretty soldier deserved to be treated like the treasure he was. In little more than a minute, the shower curtain moved and Valentino darted hurriedly inside. He was very nervous. That would not do. “Hola guapo.” Julio greeted him with a slight grin, half-lidded eyes, and a quiet voice, one he knew was especially sexy. Valentino smiled nervously. “Are you sure this is okay?” Valentino whispered. “Jess, my beautiful. Is okay. I no let anything happen to you.” Valentino learned very young how to soothe his conquests with sugary words and his gentle confident voice. He reached up to stroke Valentino’s face. “No one is here.” He moved his hand down to grab Valentino’s hand and place it on his hard slightly upwardly curved cock. “Is what you want, no?” Valentino stroked him slowly. “Jess, is all for you, guapo. You have made me this way.” He leaned into Valentino and kissed him softly. Julio played his tongue along Valentino’s lovely mouth until he parted his lips to let Julio inside while guiding his hand with his own on his engorged flesh. Valentino moaned. Julio moved his other hand around to rub and knead Valentino’s enticing ass while he kissed him. Valentino lifted his leg, wrapping it around Julio’s waist to give him clear access to his sweet hole. Valentino moved his lips to the side, kissing Julio’s face, then his neck. “I need you to fuck me.” He said, running his tongue up Julio’s smooth brown skin. “Jess, Papi will make love to you, Chico. You no worry.” Julio took his hand from where he had been guiding Valentino’s stroking and placed it on his head. “You show me now how much you want me, Jess?” Pushing gently, he guided more than forced Valentino’s head lower until he was directly in front his thick carajo where he wasted no time before taking it into his mouth. Valentino was good, very good. In no time he was fully buried in the warm, accommodating mouth of this beautiful man. Julio had always been more excited by eagerness than reluctance. He’d had many men who believed they were straight, and virgins, most when he had been a boy in his teens. While he loved the hunt, it was far better when the prey cooperated solely because they couldn’t resist their own desire. That is what he liked the most: a man’s inability to deny himself Julio’s multitude of charms, to watch them melt into pliable desperate vessels for his gratification and enjoyment which in turn drove them to sexual abandon. He had no stomach for rape, or force. He was all about love and passion, desire and enjoyment so that the heights of pleasure could bring him together completely with his partner. And he always left them infatuated with him and wanting more. And how could he deny his love to others by staying with just one? No, he must show as many men as he had opportunity for how passion and pleasure were life’s reward for being men. He controlled Valentino’s suction on his throbbing gift, keeping it slow and gentle. He knew this man’s weakness, it was written all over him. Valentino would not be brought to the heights of release by roughness or violent sex. He needed to feel love, he was empty in his heart and Julio would fill that emptiness with his passion and his cock. He could stay like this, slowly driving his thick cock deep into Valentino’s wet, warm throat for hours, but he knew he only had a certain amount of time. He knelt in front of Valentino in the hot shower spray and kissed him lovingly while stroking his face. “So beautiful. You are an angel, te quiero mucho mi tesoro. I must taste you.” Julio didn’t lie, he loved every one of the men he made love to, he felt such joy for them that it became more than satisfying a crude sexual urge. He stood Valentino up and turned him around to face the wall, kissing his neck, running his hands over his sides to wrap around his chest and stroke his nipples. Julio kissed and licked his way down Valentino’s sculpted back, ending at that perky butt he’d already explored thoroughly with his hands. He would not rush this even if he wanted nothing more than to push his tongue into Valentino’s hole and suck the puckered rim with his lips. He took his time, licking and alternating nibbles with kisses as he worked his way over each individual cheek from top to bottom and in between while his hands roamed his legs, hips and back. Valentino’s skin was incredibly smooth and creamy here. The sun had never touched him in this perfect place. He pulled the blonde’s hips back slightly before spreading his cheeks to gaze at Valentino’s sweet pink hole. Julio could tell that God had made Valentino for one purpose - to receive pleasure through his ass. It sounds sacrilegious and irreverent but there could be no other reason for Valentino’s soft moan and arched back, or his widening stance and spasming pucker as Julio lazily rotated his tongue over his delicious pink center of love. Yes, his lips enjoyed the taste of this man, his eyes enjoyed the feast as well of this young, hard body, his hands wandered playfully over the firm muscles, and his ears loved every quiet whimpering moan from Valentino’s mouth. This was what it meant to make love. The pleasure received from giving pleasure, trading it back and forth and losing yourself to the beautiful intimacy that only two men could share. It took so much more for a man to expose his vulnerability to another man that the sacrifice became a resplendent display of the purest tenderness. Valentino’s hole no longer fought him, loosening perfectly to allow his tongue inside, and then his fingers. He traded them back and forth his fingers, tongue and lips. The blonde was no stranger to the love of men, Julio could tell. Tight or loose, it did not matter. There was no such thing as a disappointing ass on a man. Once you pushed inside, it all hugged your cock perfectly. And his beautiful chico had amazing control over his hole, squeezing and pushing as Julio ate him ravenously. Julio eased off with tiny kisses at the cardinal points as if performing the sigh of the Cross on Valentino’s sacred edifice, a vestibule of love. God did not mind, these were acts of men and giving thanks to him for his most precious creation was only right. Julio climbed just as slowly to his feet as he had descended, licking and kissing his way up Valentino’s back until his hard cock found its way between his lover’s cheeks. “Please put it inside me.” Valentino begged. “Que bonito, precioso. Yo también lo necesito.” He whispered in the blonde soldier’s ear. “I make you cum now.” Using only the lubricant of the saliva he had left on his lover’s hole and what was dripping from his own cock, he pushed against the beautiful man until Valentino allowed him inside. Just as he had wanted, Valentino pushed back against him until he was buried fully inside his lover. It was not hurried or careless, but it was desperate with a need for the both of them. He licked and kissed the blonde’s neck and found his cock with his hand. As he rocked slowly in and out, he used his hand to explore the entire area of Valentino’s cock, balls, and pubic region. There was no need to stroke his lover’s dick and force his pleasure prematurely. Touch and love were the things that would bring them to the brink together. He pulled and squeezed Valentino’s tender orbs, allowing one finger to reach between his legs and find his wet hole that stretched around his solid pole. “Oh, fuck. Julio, I’m close. You’re going to make me cum.” Valentino moaned, fortunately keeping his voice down. “Jess, both soon, guapo.” Julio told him in between kisses on his shoulder. He only increased the speed of his motion slightly while pushing deeper with every stroke. “Oh God…You’re so good. Fuck me just like that. Your cock is so amazing.” The blonde panted. “You like it, jess?” Julio believed in making love with his entire body and while he was inside a man he pressed himself up against him from head to toe while using his hands to rub the often neglected places that a man found most sensitive: the front of his hips just above his thighs; his neck where his shoulder and collarbone connected; under his arms, behind his ears, the soft vulnerable point beneath his chin and above his Adam’s apple. As he drove deeper inside Valentino he was almost lifting him up off the ground, forcing the blonde to raise and lower himself on his toes. He heard his lover’s breathing grow more rapid and shallow. He would wait until Valentino released his leche to orgasm himself. Julio loved the feel of being inside a man so much he could cum anytime from first entry to 30 minutes later or more. He was never far away from orgasm and timing their release so they came together was the most passionate way to celebrate the shared pleasure. “I make you cum now, guapo.” And he gently cupped Valentino’s hard cock and retracted balls and gave the barest squeeze. When he felt the first twitch that signaled the blonde’s release, he opened his own floodgates to allow his milk to shoot deep inside his lover. He felt Valentino’s milk dripping down his hand with every spurt from his own cock. Valentino pressed his forehead against the tiled wall, gasping with every spasm. “Si, hermano. We cum together. Is beautiful, no?” Julio whispered as the last drops of his cum joined his ample load now resting inside his lover. They rested in silence for a few moments, bodies pressed together with their heavy breathing synchronized. “Jesus Christ that was hot. You are so sexy, Julio.” Valentino said as he came down from his powerful orgasm. “Gracias, Chico. You are sexy for me too.” His hands had not stopped roaming over Valentino’s beautiful smooth body. “We can’t stay like this.” The blonde said as he pulled himself off Julio’s still rigid cock. Julio turned him around. “I know this, but I must kiss you once more.” And he leaned in to tenderly kiss Valentino’s receptive lips. “I must make love to you again soon. You like this, jess?” He asked. “Oh fuck yes.” His lover responded, still slightly out of breath. Julio reached between Valentino’s legs to slide two fingers inside his ass, feeling the wetness of his cum around and inside his hole. “My cock will ache for you now, guapo. We will do this again.” He removed his fingers and brought them to Valentino’s lips then kissed him once more to share their combined taste. “Ay, que bonito. What you do to me.” He breathed. “I leave now, you wait, jess? I tell you when it good to come out.” Giving Valentino one last caress on his face, Julio turned off the water and opened the shower curtain only enough to exit the cubicle. Thankfully, the locker room was still empty. The matches must not be over yet. “We are alone, Valentino.” He said as he went to the shelf that held a stack of white towels. He got two and handed one to Valentino after he’d gotten out of the shower. They dried themselves in silence, frequently sharing smiles and looks of appreciation. The dressed back into their workout clothes and rejoined the crowd over by the mats.

ZEUS He was eleven the first time Ezekiel punished him. After his father died it fell to his oldest brother Ezekiel to dole out any punishment required and he seemed to enjoy doing so finding the smallest excuse to give Gabriel a strapping. At eleven, Gabriel was considered ‘almost a man’ according to his brother. Gradually over the next year, he learned not to cry. The year after that he learned not to beg for mercy or make what Ezekiel call ‘empty promises to be good’. When he was sixteen he finally learned it enraged his brother further if he showed any indication he was being strapped and that he was the cause of his own punishment. He didn’t complete his chores fast enough. He didn’t do them well enough. He didn’t rush home after school. His grades weren’t high enough. He was too sullen, or too happy, too talkative, too noticeable, not helpful, disrespectful, lazy, reluctant, clumsy, inconvenient. He was strapped if he got blood on his clothes when the cuts caused by the leather rein broke open when he did his chores. Even his skin was bad for it refused to stay together and bled, his sweat stinging his wounds causing a continuous torturous reminder of his failure as a man. Ezekiel didn’t care that Gabriel wasn’t yet full grown, he was still expected to do everything his older, bigger brothers did on the farm. At 18 he joined the Army and didn’t tell his family. He waited for the day they would take him off to be sworn in. Gabriel knew that was a bad thing for him to do, abandon them without telling them. The others in his family would have to work harder to make up for his absence. Ezekiel was right: he had badness all the way through him. With other things he truly didn’t want to be bad but his desire to leave was something he actually wanted so strongly he thought of nothing else until the day they would put him on a bus to Milwaukee. He could not ignore that he wanted to do this bad thing. Ezekiel was right. He wanted to be bad. Gabriel didn’t make friends. He had no time for friends, it wasn’t permitted. His childhood friend George stopped coming to the farm and asking for him before he turned 12. It made Gabriel sad to see him in school because he loved George but Ezekiel would surely strap him if he allowed his attention to wander from lessons and schoolwork. George had grown up into a beautiful young man and Gabriel would often stare at his former friend longingly, remembering their closeness, the laughter they shared, his sparkling eyes and boundless energy. He often wished he could just go up to George and hug him like they were friends again, but that was bad. He was bad for just thinking it. He watched George get picked on for being small but he could do nothing for his former friend. In spite of it, George never lost his smile or his optimism. By 17, Gabriel was already quite big and could have helped George many times, protecting him. But getting into an altercation would surely earn him another strapping. Soon after the strappings started, he learned it did no good to go to his mother, or his other brothers and sisters for help. Involving them meant Ezekiel strapped him harder for trying to have them interfere. A man did not depend upon others to intercede. A man did not ask his family to save him from the consequences of his own bad actions. It wasn’t until he finished Basic and went to AIT that he discovered he would not be given tasks to complete after duty hours. Which left him time to notice the soldiers around him. And he felt intense shame when he understood he only watched the men. He was bad. But the men he saw were so beautiful. They had a happiness that made them shine larger than their fragile perfect bodies. They possessed an intensity of youth, eagerness, they were so bold and confident he fell quietly in love with what they were, what they had, their potential was limitless if they only knew how to apply themselves. But he did not speak to them. He did not trust himself to get close to them, neither physically nor emotionally. He had to resist his bad nature. He must refuse to entertain his deficiency. That was what he thought until the Army sent him to Germany and he became a Bravo. At first it was just another posting, another task to complete. He didn’t know why he was sent there and he didn’t care. He would do everything they asked without question. That was how you were good. He saw how the Platoon grew closer and became a brotherhood over the course of the first four months. They helped each other become better and stronger until they seemed to know exactly how to tackle any obstacle they were given. He began to relax when he realized that even though he didn’t participate in their games, their fun, their conversations or their planning, they still took him into consideration and watched out for him. When they understood he wouldn’t shower with them, they silently left him alone to shower by himself without interruption. They took turns offering to put his laundry in with theirs. They spoke to him as if he were one of them without expecting him to speak back. They made him feel as if he belonged as one of them and that he wasn’t alone like he’d been since he was 11. It wasn’t until Andrew drew him into that conversation in the barracks that Gabriel thought maybe they wanted him to be their friend and that maybe he could be their friend at least a little. He’d been watching Andrew and noticed how he treated everyone. Andrew was good, a good man. He cared about his men, doing things right, completing tasks, and cared about the Army. Gabriel knew soon after meeting him that no one else in the Platoon would have been as perfect for Platoon Leader as Andrew. Andrew found the best in people, he tried to understand them and lifted them up in the ways they needed to be their best. He let others shine in the areas they excelled, stepping back to allow them to take the lead depending on the situation. He corrected and guided rather than punished. That Saturday night in the bay alone with Andrew was a turning point for him and Andrew had worked his special magic making Gabriel feel safe enough to open up just a little. Andrew just knew the right things to say. He’d even almost told Andrew about his feelings for Sleeper but he was able to stop himself before revealing too much. At that point he wasn’t even sure what exactly he felt about Addison Montelongo he only knew Addison was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen and he couldn’t stop thinking about him or staring at his always near naked body when they were in the barracks. He noticed that the other Bravos weren’t shy about letting their eyes roam over Addison’s well muscled tall body and that Addison didn’t mind in the least that he was looked at which allowed Gabriel to feel it wasn’t bad to appreciate what he was seeing. Addison’s confidence without vanity, his kindness, competence, playful basic nature and easy smile did something inside Gabriel that both frightened him and inflamed him. Addison didn’t speak to him very much, but when he did it was with respect, kindness, and a desire to make him feel at ease. It was as if Addison supplicated to him. Gabriel often thought it should be the other way around. He wanted Addison to be his friend but he couldn’t bring himself to broach the subject and open up too much. To do so felt dangerous and willful. That couldn’t be allowed and sometimes that made him sad. “Hey Zeus,”. Addison called from his bunk, interrupting Gabriel’s thoughts. “Want to take a walk? I want to get out of here, get some air.” That’s what Sleeper did, he asked. He could have told Gabriel to go with him and Gabriel would do it, but instead he requested it like it was up to Gabriel whether they would go or not. He was more comfortable being told but the guys always asked him. He liked it when Addison asked, it made him feel like he was important, that what he wanted was important. “Okay.” He answered. If it meant spending time alone with his boyfriend, he would do anything. Well, anything except breaking the rules. They didn’t have to be asleep in their bunks for another hour. Addison smiled. It felt like it was a smile just for him and he flushed with warmth. “C’mon buddy.” Gabriel fell in behind Sleeper and they went outside. They walked for a bit, not saying anything for a few minutes. Then Addison spoke up. “Zeus, you looked lost in thought in there. What were you thinking about?” “You. The Bravos. My brother a little bit.” Gabriel answered truthfully. He didn’t have to hide anything from Addison. Sleeper didn’t say anything right away. “You have a brother?” He finally said. Gabriel shrugged. “I have seven brothers and four sisters.” “That’s a lot. Wow.” Addison exclaimed. “Are you the oldest?” He grinned. “We had the biggest family in town. And I’m the youngest boy, I have just one sister who is younger. She should be graduating high school this year.” “That must have been cool, having all those brothers and sisters to hang out with growing up. My parents didn’t have any other kids, I’m the only one.” Gabriel shrugged again. “We didn’t have a lot of time to do anything except chores and work on the farm. Especially after my father died. We went to school, came home, did our work, ate dinner, did our homework then went to bed.” “Sounds like no fun.” Addison observed. “What else did you do? What did you do when you weren’t doing all that?” “What do you mean? There was nothing else.” “Nothing? Ever?” Addison seemed surprised. “No.” There was no bitterness in the statement. He knew other kids had fun, played in the woods, did things like sports and going to the one public swimming pool in town. He knew most of the boys at school, and some of the girls, went hunting during season. Gabriel’s brothers never took him hunting. But for him it was more important to do the never ending work having a farm required. And he had no money anyway to do anything that needed to be paid for. You did not shirk your work. Hard work made you a man. Doing it without complaint made you a better man. Doing it well and perfectly made you a good man. And Gabriel really wanted to be a good man even though he wasn’t. Even though he did all those things, he was still bad, still lazy, still clumsy and neglectful. He would just have to do better. “Fuck, bro. Your childhood must have sucked.” Addison whistled in shock. He didn’t know how to respond to that. He’d stopped wishing for his life to be different a long time ago. Besides, his true childhood, when he wasn’t a man before he turned 11, was pretty good. He got to play and he and George had fun. But as Ezekiel had told him he was no longer a child at 11 and would not do what he had done before. It was time to grow up and be a man. “Come on, over here.” Addison said, pulling Gabriel’s arm and leading him to the side of a building they had been walking past. Built off the back was a roofless brick enclosure that held the large heating and cooling units for the building. Addison made quick work of the padlock on the gate which any of the Bravos could have done without a thought. Padlocks were easy, you didn’t even have to pick the tumblers. Just insert something thin down the round shaft of the post to push the internal spring catch away from the notched end of the post. He led Gabriel inside. “What are we doing here, Addison?” He was confused. The equipment was almost roaring. The enclosure was maybe twelve by twelve, and a foot and a half perimeter surrounded the eight foot tall heating and cooling unit. “This.” Addison said, before reaching for Gabriel’s head and pulling him in for a kiss. “I couldn’t wait anymore.” He said between deep tonguing motions of his mouth. “MMMMMMMM”. Gabriel found himself moaning into his boyfriend’s lips. He was glad Addison decided it was okay to kiss because he loved kissing him. Gabriel grabbed his beautiful boyfriend and crushed him in his arms. Addison didn’t complain that Gabriel was hurting him, or he was too strong. Addison was tough, he could take everything Gabriel did. “Oh fuck, you feel so good, buddy.” Addison panted. “I can’t believe you do this to me.” Gabriel thought it was the other way around. Addison could make him do unwise things. They shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t have broken in to a secure area but he couldn’t say no to Addison, and found himself wanting whatever his boyfriend wanted. Addison broke off the kiss. “I want to try something.” He said, fumbling with the slip catch on Gabriel’s woven belt. “What Addison?” he asked, puzzled. The night was cold, but not too cold for Gabriel. He’d grown up in Wisconsin. If Addison wanted to undress him, he wasn’t sure why. “Shhhh, just let me do this.” “Okay.” And Addison squatted down in front of him and pulled his erect penis out from his pants. He watched Addison look at his large member and stick out his tongue to take a fast swipe as if he wanted to taste it. “Gabriel, I’ve never done this. It probably won’t be any good, but I’m going to try.” Gabriel took a surprised breath. “Are you going to put my penis in your mouth, Addison?” “Yeah, buddy, I am. Hold on to your socks. Here goes.” And Addison took a deep breath, then opened his sexy lips to take the head of his penis inside. Oh good gracious, his mouth was warm. Addison stopped moving, waited very still for a few seconds while Gabriel looked down at him. His penis seemed really big in comparison to Addison’s face. He seemed to be hesitating, or waiting for something. That was okay, this felt really good and if Addison wanted to stay just like this it was fine with him. He’d never had anyone put his penis in their mouth. He’d done it to Addison because Andrew asked him if he wanted to, but before he was asked he had never thought of putting his penis in anyone’s mouth. He knew other people did it, the guys talked about it a lot. But when Andrew asked him if he wanted to do it to Addison back in November, he suddenly knew he wanted Addison’s penis in his mouth, and it was the most wonderful thing he had every experienced. He hoped Addison thought it was wonderful too. *********************** SLEEPER The reality was so much different than the thought he’d had when he decided he wanted to do this for Gabriel. Sleeper had more than his fair share of blowjobs from the girls he had sex with and they were fucking amazing. There really was only a couple things better in life than someone sucking on your dick, feeling their lips pressing against your hard shaft, your head pressing into the back of their mouth, hearing the slurping sounds, how the pressure changed from moment to moment, that tongue moving all around. If you were lucky, the chick played with your balls, that was guaranteed to start the cum flowing. So of course he wanted to show the same pleasure to Gabriel, but never in his life had he ever been remotely interested in having another dude’s dick anywhere near his face. It was just fucking gross. He absolutely had to get past that. This was Gabriel, and he deserved his best effort. This would be Zeus’s first blowjob, and he knew he was probably going to fuck it up royally. Shit, he should have gotten Wanker to do this, but fuck if he was going to let anyone else suck Gabriel’s dick the first time. Maybe he should have asked Wanker to give him a lesson. How the fuck did girls do this? He couldn’t even think about getting more in his mouth than the head right now. His mouth had filled with saliva immediately, that gush that signaled a puke coming on, and he absolutely could not do that. He had to get past this. It was a dude’s fucking dick touching the inside of his mouth… he was fighting the revulsion. That wasn’t the only issue. Zeus’s cock was at least 9 inches, and he had a foreskin, and he was dripping pre-cum. it almost seemed too thick for his mouth, both the dick and the pre-cum. How was he going to do this? He had to move. Zeus was patient, he just stood there looking down at Sleeper holding his dickhead in his lips. ‘Don’t think about it’ he told himself. ‘Pussy, just think about eating pussy, it’s just skin, like licking Zeus’s forearm, or his chest.’ That wasn’t so bad. The air he had been holding in his lungs came out through his nose, and he closed his eyes before trying to take a little more of his cock. He had to stop once again when a stomach spasm threatened to send his dinner back up. He came off Zeus’s dick with his eyes watering. “Sorry buddy, I’m trying.” He said, breathing hard. Zeus smiled down at him. “It feels really good, Addison.” Thank fucking God Zeus had never had a real blowjob. He had nothing to compare this pathetic attempt with. Sleeper grabbed Zeus’s thick heavy pole and peeled the foreskin back and down the shaft, exposing the head. He wasn’t sure if that was better because now he could see all the features that made a dick a dick.. the head, the piss slit…it seemed so alive up close like this. He stroked the cock in his hand slowly, staring at it. That was actually kind of hot, watching Zeus’s throbbing dick as he stroked it, seeing the foreskin slide up and back. Zeus did have an amazing dick. Then, on every fifth stroke Sleeper darted in and wrapped his mouth around just the first couple inches then pulled off. Soon he was stroking and following his hand with his mouth for multiple strokes. That’s it, just a little mouth action he didn’t need to do more, just enough to vary the sensation, keep his mind off what he was actually doing. Before he knew it, he was staying on Zeus’s dick while his hand moved and it wasn’t bothering him, it wasn’t gross. He started to get into it and began going lower with every plunge. He discovered if he pressed his mouth to his hand while he was stroking the shaft, it seemed easier. Zeus was making pleased noises, so he must be doing something right. And right then his brain clicked over and he suddenly understood how it worked because Zeus was getting into it and that drove him to try harder. He felt his own dick start to get hard with every moan that Zeus made. He was past the taste, past the thought of this being a man’s dick sliding over his tongue. Now it was the key to making Zeus feel good and that’s the only thing that mattered. He took more until half of the shaft went in, his jaw opened wide but he kept his lips covering his teeth. He tried for more but gagged when it hit the back of his throat and he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to take any more. But he wasn’t having any more problems diving down on his buddy’s beautiful dick. ‘Beautiful? Where the fuck had that come from?’ But he couldn’t deny it, Zeus’s cock was beautiful, just like the rest of him. A real man’s dick, thick and long, heavy and warm, and now that he wasn’t focused on suppressing all thoughts of what he was doing, he began to notice other details. Zeus’s soft blonde pubes that surrounded the base. His big heavy balls pushed out by his thick meaty thighs, suspended by the waistband of his briefs. The scent of healthy musk like a locker room but also Zeus’s specific smell which was fresh, clean, and soothing like the outdoors in summer. He found he wanted to breathe it in because it was making his pulse race and sending warm waves of pleasure throughout his body. It felt like a drug, if Sleeper had ever done any drugs, which he hadn’t. But it seemed like what a couple of his high school buddies had described. Your mind got lighter, your body relaxed, you felt really good and easy. The heat from Zeus’s legs felt good in the cold air as it radiated against his face, arms, and chest. He moaned. Fuck! He was sucking cock and liking it. Damn, he had to get more in his mouth. Now, the spit his saliva glands released was the salivation of enjoyment. He knew he was drooling the excess and didn’t care. He moved his head eagerly and left his right hand motionless to squeeze the base while he slurped up and down what was left, fully six inches of thick hard throbbing God meat. He pulled Zeus’s foreskin with his lips and played with the loose skin. The taste of the fluid leaking from the slit was amazing. There was no longer a single thing about it that wasn’t driving him into ever increasing gratification. And he recognized that his brain had clicked over again. This all began with doing something he found repulsive, having to force himself. Then it switched to focusing on how much it was pleasing his buddy which made him feel good. Now, he knew he was doing it because it was something he wanted…no he NEEDED to get this beautiful cock in his mouth. He didn’t even care if he made Zeus bust his nut, he could just suck on his hard cock for hours, breathe in his incredible scent, taste his juices, absorb the heat coming off his body. He forced the solid cockhead all the way to the back of his throat and choked himself on it. Fuck yes. ‘I’m gonna choke myself on this dick. I fuckin’ want it.’ He thought. Yeah, he wanted it now, wanted all of it. Zeus was really moaning now, and Sleeper was grateful for the roaring of the equipment behind him. “Addison…”. Zeus groaned. Sleeper felt Zeus’s hands grab his head, and that turned him on even more. Up until now, the big man had been passive. He felt pressure on his head as his buddy forced him further down until the head pushed past the back of his throat just slightly. He choked again, but not as violently as the first time. Now, Zeus was actively pulling him off, then pulling him back, fucking Sleeper’s head back and forth on his stationary dick. Sleeper moved his hand from the base of Zeus’s cock and reached under to grab his large nutsack. Holy fuck, he wanted to be face fucked by this raging beast. The more forceful Zeus became, the higher Sleeper’s pleasure soared. He quickly fumbled with his belt and pants. He had to get his dick out before he came in his pants. Thank God he had the presence of mind to do that, he could blast at any moment, all it was going to take was for Zeus to lose all control and start doing the fucking himself. The thought of being used like this put him right on the edge. Zeus did not disappoint him. His hips began thrusting as he also pulled Sleeper’s head towards him. Sleeper felt his throat get punished, and every few strokes resulted in this big cock slipping past the resistance there and forcing its way further in. Oh fuck, that was going to make him cum. He felt his balls pull up and he reached down to help his orgasm along wanting to pull the cum from his balls with his hand. He still gagged every few strokes and that only added to his excitement. “Oh! Oh fudge!” Zeus called out. Sleeper lost it, felt his hot cum shooting out of his dick in thick spurts as Zeus tensed up and pulled his mouth all the way down to the base of his dick as he let out a deep grunt. Sleeper couldn’t think about anything but being lost in his own orgasm and feeling his balls literally spilling every drop of cum he had in him. He knew on some level he was choking. It was painful, and pleasurable at the same time, it was a hard cum, the kind that seizes your entire body. He didn’t care what Zeus was doing to his mouth, he only cared about this feeling and making it last as long as possible, drowning himself in waves of ecstasy. He felt six heavy spurts fly up and out of his dick, a second apart. He felt the hot load slide down his fist as more and more pumped out. He was spasming as the end neared, jolts of tension jerking his body as it tried to pump out smaller and smaller amounts of cum. He was literally pushing his forehead into Zeus’s stomach and he suddenly realized he had almost swallowed Zeus’s entire cock and how much his jaw was hurting. And that he couldn’t breathe. He jerked back off and felt his buddy’s dick slide past his tongue and lips. It flopped out, covered with saliva. He saw the head release a few slow dribbles of cum that stretched out before falling to the ground between his knees. His chin had Zeus’s cum that he’d choked up dripping off of it. He darted forward and lapped up the next glob that formed on his piss slit. Zeus’s cum…most of which now swam around in his stomach he was sure. He hadn’t been paying attention to whether Zeus had cum or not, but seeing the remnants oozing out his piss slit he knew he’d been inseminated and just the thought of Zeus fucking his load into his throat forced a groan from his throat. “Fuck. Holy Shit. Fuck. That was…”. Sleeper couldn’t find the right words. Zeus’s chest was heaving with gasping breaths. “Addison..”. The giant panted. “I have never felt anything like that. That was amazing. You are the best at blowjobs. Is blowjob a bad word? I don’t think it’s a bad word. I think it’s okay to say blowjob.” Zeus gasped between almost every word. “I want more blowjobs.” Sleeper had to laugh, looking up at Zeus’s beautiful face. “Yeah buddy, we all do. I’m glad you liked it. I was worried I wasn’t going to do a good job. It definitely took some getting used to, but I get it now. I think I know why some chicks and gay dudes love to do it. It’s fucking intense.” Sleeper swiped the mixture of cum and spit off his chin. Zeus reached down and pulled Sleeper to his feet. Then he pulled him into a hug and leaned in to kiss him. Fuck, just a couple months ago Sleeper would have never touched another dude’s dick, or let another dude slide his tongue in his mouth. Somehow though, Zeus made him want to forget all that. Then Sleeper realized anything Zeus wanted, he would do for him. Everything had changed. He knew Zeus referred to him as his boyfriend, which was fine with Sleeper, he didn’t mind because it wasn’t like everyone knew. But until now, he himself hadn’t thought of Zeus that way. They were having fun, Sleeper could separate what he did for Zeus as making Zeus happy. Sure, he got a little something out of it too, but mostly it was for Zeus. It felt good to see a smile on his massive buddy’s face. Zeus didn’t smile enough, he seemed far too serious and withdrawn most of the time. Sleeper knew he and Andrew were the whole reason Zeus had started coming out of his shell. Andrew said they could help Zeus be an absolute beast, and they had to bring who he was meant to be out of him slowly and gently. Andrew thought the real Zeus was hiding, that he was never meant to be a silent, gentle giant, and that he was protecting himself from something. Maybe it was that he was gay, but Andrew didn’t think that was all of it. “Addison…”. Zeus said while he held Sleeper in a very comfortable hug. Sleeper could fall asleep like this, being held by this big man. Zeus made him feel safe, and loved. Women had loved him, sure. Friends had loved him. That felt good, knowing he had their attention, that they wanted to make him happy. This felt different. He felt that Zeus loved him just to love him, just because Zeus wanted to. It was a warm love. And it’s different when you know the person loving you could protect you and was even more capable, competent, and proficient than you were. Sleeper had always been the best. His parents demanded it. They also provided everything he needed to reach his potential. He graduated private high school 3rd in his class, no small feat. He was state wrestling champ in his weight class. He could sing, and play piano, really well if his teachers weren’t lying. He’d never tell the brothers that though. His parents wanted him to accept one of the several scholarships he’d been offered to go to universities, but Sleeper had to figure out what he wanted for himself out of life first. The scholarships weren’t important, his family had plenty of money for when he decided to go to college. And they weren’t happy he’d joined the Army, it was seen as beneath them to be an enlisted soldier. They would much rather he went in as an officer if he wanted a military career. He’d always excelled which meant everyone else he met or was friends with looked up to HIM, expected him to take the lead, make the decisions, be the first to make a move or start something. Zeus… he could trust Zeus to do all that. Zeus was strong. His stoicism was awe inspiring while at the same time his innocence was endearing. It didn’t hurt that Zeus was so big. Sleeper hadn’t encountered many guys that were bigger than himself, most of the ones he did had some kind of attitude or chip on their shoulder. They were easy to dismiss. They relied on their physical size to determine their personality as if they had nothing else to offer. He found that type boring and frankly a little disgusting. Challenge them in any way and they puffed up like a gorilla and Sleeper couldn’t help but believe that described their mental capabilities as well. Zeus was completely different. It was as if Zeus didn’t see himself as bigger than everyone else. In fact, he seemed to think he was smaller, less than average. He never used his size to gain advantage, or intimidate, not that he needed to. All he had to do was let that serious look come over his face and stand just so, and you had no doubt he could kill you before your realized your head was flying from your neck. With Zeus he didn’t have to be Addison Christoper Augurius Montelongo. Yes, THAT Saint Augurius, Spanish martyr burned alive by the Romans in 259. Sleeper thought his parents chose that one because he was from Tarragona, Spain, as were Sleeper’s distant ancestors. He didn’t have to be that Addison with any of the Brotherhood. Zeus didn’t ask him for anything while at the same time was always there for anything Sleeper needed. It felt good to have someone who liked you who didn’t expect anything from you, and even better if that someone could take care of themselves. And when you added that it was Zeus who had the ability to make you feel wonderful, or turn you on your head Sleeper was finding himself in a very uncomfortable situation. He was sure he wasn’t gay, so why did he want to have sex and do things like this with Zeus? It had something to do with the kind of guy Zeus was and that he was just better than just about everyone else. It was easy to feel a little hero worship. The truth was Sleeper had grown tired of being a leader. Until he met Assmunch. And then Zeus. “Addison, I need to tell you something.” Zeus’s voice rumbled as Sleeper relaxed his head against Zeus’s chest. Sleeper looked up. “What, buddy?” “I love you. I didn’t want to, but I do.” Zeus continued. “And I don’t know what to do.” Sleeper sighed. He just snuggled back against his friend. “I figured that out, Gabriel. I think I love you too. Fuck, it feels weird saying that. You know we are in the wrong job for this, right?” He felt Zeus’s arms tighten around him. It felt so good. So safe and protected. Then Zeus shrugged. “I know. We aren’t supposed to. I don’t want to be bad, Addison.” Zeus sounded sad. Sleeper was already a little sad thinking about it, about the impossibility of it all, of even entertaining a relationship with a guy never mind the Army added in on top of it all. His parents would never have it, never allow it. And then there was the heartbreak they were inviting. The odds were that he and Gabriel would be stationed far apart and never see each other. Maybe that would be for the best, allow both of them to retain their honor. This sneaking around doing something forbidden made Sleeper feel a bit queasy. And he wasn’t stupid, it would happen again. Where Zeus was concerned he couldn’t control what he felt. Plus, he already recognized a pattern. First, getting off with Andrew. That was just getting off… a little dirty fun with his best friend eating his asshole like a pussy. The depravity of the act added to the thrill. He had a guy tonguing his shitter. How twisted was that? Fuck, the loads he pumped out because of that, he’d never cum that hard before in his life. But then, he’d been unexpectedly penetrated by Andrew’s dick. He didn’t know what Andrew had been thinking but it was probably pretty close to what he was thinking himself - how fucking dirty, twisted, and gay it was to get off with your best friend playing with your asshole like you were a nasty whore. And when Andrew just jammed his cock in while Sleeper was just beginning to cum, it was like an explosion went off in his nuts. The excruciating pain threatened to stop his ejaculation and he was so hell bent on shooting by that point he had to commit to pumping his seed out in spite of being speared. He first thought he had to choose: Pain or pleasure. But on Andrew’s second thrust it became apparent there was no choosing, it was both, at the same time and holy fuck! He thought he had cum hard before from getting his asshole chewed on… this had to be twice the feeling. Being completely helpless as your nut was fucked out of you from the inside was an orgasm in a category so many levels above fucking one out into a chick. It was hard to wrap his head around how he’d previously believed cumming inside a chick’s wet pussy, just fucking filling her up with hot jizz while she moaned beneath you was the best sex a guy could have. He’d been so wrong. Then he’d agreed to let Zeus fuck him. Some of it was wanting that feeling again, but most of it was to see if it had been a fluke, a product of the circumstances or the surprise of it happening. He’d already been fucked, there was no going back so taking another dick wouldn’t be anything special if it was Zeus’s dick and he HAD to know if that incredible feeling happened every time. And it fucking had. So far. To be fair, he’d only been fucked five times total, but each time was the same, he couldn’t stop himself from spewing cum everywhere when Zeus’s dick was jammed up his hole. It didn’t matter if it was a slow fuck, a hard fuck, a steady fuck, whether it was quick or passionate, rough or gentle, once that dick forced its way up inside him his balls started churning and the only thing that kept him from shooting almost immediately was that he had to make the feeling last as long as he could. And tonight, he crossed another line: he sucked dick. Not only did he suck that dick, he started to love it. But it was because it was Zeus’s dick. That’s where his head was right now. He wasn’t an idiot though. That was how he felt when Andrew and he first began fucking around. It felt good to get his asshole eaten out because it was Andrew doing the deed. That changed with Zeus, and Sleeper knew yeah, whose dick or tongue it was did made a difference, but not a whole lot. It was just going to feel good regardless. So, while right now the very thought of putting anyone else’s dick in his mouth truly disgusted him, he knew that disgust would eventually go away and grow smaller each time he sucked Zeus. Hell, he was already halfway wondering if Andrew’s dick would be the same. Fucking Hell, as Andrew would say. It was a pattern that led to one conclusion - being Zeus’s boyfriend… his gay fucking boyfriend. And that he’d live the rest of his life knowing he liked dick. That didn’t mean he didn’t like chicks, and pussy anymore. He just knew dick gave him something a little better…and that was something that was going to be with him for the rest of his life. “We need to talk to Andrew, Gabriel.” He said. “Let’s go, we need to get back.” He reluctantly extricated himself from Zeus’s arms. *************** PRIVATE BATTLES AND LANCE CORPORAL POTTER “What do you think they’re doing in there?” Battles asked him. Potter chuckled. “Maybe they’re doing what we were going to do.” It hadn’t been that long since they’d seen Zeus and Sleeper enter the brick enclosure. “Doesn’t take a genius to figure out, Battles. Hidden spot, privacy, two guys.” And Potter knew you couldn’t judge who was fucking around by how they looked. Neither Zeus nor Sleeper gave off any sign they were into dudes but that wasn’t any indication. You didn’t have to be gay to shoot a load off with a buddy. Both he and Potter had girls back home but TDY and deployment held a different set of rules. Besides, they’d gotten used to their arrangement in Iraq and they both liked the availability of getting some easy no-strings strange every now and then. They’d seen Sleeper and Zeus leave the barracks and figured they’d see where they were heading before finding a secluded spot themselves to fuck out some tension on each other. When they’d deployed to Iraq for the Gulf War in ‘91 it hadn’t taken long for the need to overcome their better sense. All sorts of things happened on deployment and when you found a battle buddy nature took its course. It wasn’t something normally done, but it did happen. He and Battles started trading fucks a month in. It wasn’t complicated, hell they never even undressed, just unzipped and pounded one out on the other’s ass, always fast and concealed. It was quick and efficient. Bending over for your buddy wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t love, even if you did love your brother in another way. It was better to eliminate the distraction of being horny than chance not being 100% focused in a fight, but also there was the sheer exhaustion when the adrenaline left and resulted in boredom when coming back from patrol or operation. You were tired, exhausted, but being able to relax didn’t come easy. Add to that the mixed feelings of a high from racking up a kill while mentally dancing away from the fact you’d splattered some human body into a lifeless chunk of meat and what you got was a reckless fuck-it-all state of mind. It was both a celebration and a need to empty yourself of feeling. Emotionlessly fucking out a load into an equally emotionless buddy helped. Well, there was SOME aggression there, a need to get something back. That was why another Marine was the key. You knew your buddy was going to take a fuck from you without having it be anything more than pounding out some relief from the stupidity of it all. There were few women to go around and competition was stiff, no pun intended. No one expected an entire war would only last 6 months. The Marines were ready for a real fight, and instead they got a completely unprepared enemy who seemed like cowardly toy soldiers. It had hardly been an effort to get the Iraqi’s to completely surrender. The clean-up took longer than the actual fighting. The worst part, other than losing a brother, (which thankfully their Regiment hadn’t lost a single man, but 24 Marines were KIA in the Gulf War) the worst part of the the entire thing was the sand, and the oily smoke from the burning oil fields everywhere. It was a fucking pit filled with suck, the whole fucking country. Potter could still smell it. Hell, firing up a diesel transport immediately threw him back there in his head - that black cloud and the smell. But the sand… it got everywhere, in everything. It really didn’t matter how tightly you thought you’d sealed something up. And God help you if the wind was blowing or a sandstorm blew in. Have you ever heard that gritty crunch inside your skull when your teeth bit down on grains of sand while you were just fucking trying to eat a goddamn sandwich, just trying to enjoy some small comfort of a hot meal? If you haven’t, you don’t want to. You learn not to chew very hard and just swallow smaller bites. Took a couple months after getting back before you trusted your teeth again. There was one smell though that he’d always feel comfortable about - the smell you could never get out of your Kevlar helmet, your eye protection goggles, and any equipment or gear you couldn’t wash that got soaked with your sweat. Take a gym locker room and multiply that by a hundred. That was the smell of men giving it everything they had. It was the smell of your brothers in the fight. It was victory, adrenaline, exhaustion, survival, and brotherhood. It pervaded your TEMPER because you and your gear and everyone else’s were stripped off and piled up beside your cot so you could collapse. And there wasn’t a single smell on the face of the earth that was better than that, or that meant more to him than that smell. To this day he could pull his helmet down over his eyes and nose and immediately fall into a deep, relaxing sleep. The gate was opening, and the really big guy and the other big guy came out. Sleeper reset the padlock, neat trick whatever it was. Marines were trained to just break the lock or bust the door off its hinges with force or small explosives. Potter checked his watch, it was close to lock down so he and Battles needed to get back soon too. There was more than one way to gain entry. “Come on, let’s bust one out real fast. Over the wall.” They ran up and Potter threw his back against the brick and cupped his hands, Battle hadn’t even paused they’d done this so many times for real and in training. Boot up, shoulder step, grab the top, pull up, get a leg over, reach down, your buddy jumped, grabbed, and climbed over you. In less than 10 seconds they were in. They wasted no time, Battles yanked his sweat pants down his ass and bent over, hands against the wall. Potter had his dick out and spat in his hand, swiped up Battles crack and stuck a finger in. No time to be gentle about it, and it didn’t matter anyway. Another glob of spit greased his dick, and he shoved it in. Battles grunted, but otherwise gave no indication. Potter tore off in rapid fire right away, starting by holding Battles by the hips and punching into him. After about 30 seconds, he felt his nut begin to boil and he hunched over Battles’ back, grabbed his shoulders and pressed his forehead between his buddy’s shoulder blades. “Fuck yeah. Fire in the hole, Marine!” Potter grunted as he felt his jizz shoot out into his buddy’s hot hole. “Hoo - rah!” Battles grunted out. After a couple more spasms, Potter pulled out as fast as he went in, and traded spots with Battles. “Get you sum, buddy.” He said, pushing his ass out. “More than ready, Potter.” Battles said, performing the same lube up procedure. His dick was bigger than Potter’s, nothing huge, but he couldn’t just bury it like Potter did. There’s a huge difference between a solid 6 inch cock of less than average thickness like Potter’s and his own seven and half inches of decently fat sausage. He didn’t need Potter walking funny tonight or tomorrow. So he eased it in. He preferred the slow grip of Potter’s hole anyway, that first slide in always felt so fucking good. But once he got in and took a couple slow strokes, he let loose and bucked up into his buddy with everything he had. Potter couldn’t keep quiet like he’d been, and grunted out with every thrust. He hammered away, thinking about that Sergeant with the nice tits in the chow line. He’d love to titty fuck that bitch and spray his cum all over her face. He buried his shooting cock balls deep and let his cum flood his buddy’s guts as he came. He let the pulses stop, and pulled out. They put themselves together and repeated their motions to exit. Potter glanced at his watch when they were back over the wall. Nice. Less than five minutes. “Fuck, I needed that. Feel better already.” “Me too, wish there was some real pussy here though.” Battles replied. “You’re telling me. Never gonna happen here until we complete the course. We may get liberty here, but we aren’t free to do as we please. Better not to risk it. It’s straight, clear fraternization as students in a course. No wiggle room there. Let’s get back.” Fucking out a load with your buddy wasn’t exactly SOP either, but your buddy wasn’t going to report you and neither would anyone else if you were careful about it. They ran back at a jog. Nothing but two Marines out for some evening PT before rack time.

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

Part 3 Dirk did move to the back of the bed, and was putting up his back at the wall of the bed, and he was pulling Mike up so that his face was resting up the upper tigh of Dirk . He was caressing the head of Mike with one hand, and he was starting to stroke his cock with his other hand. His fat cock was already oozing a lot of precum of the toughts of the things to come. He was smearing the head of his cock on the face of Mike, his precum was marking the nose of Mike and his upperlips. The little slut did automatically open his mouth, and tried to swallow Dirks dick in one go. Hmmm the little slut is eager to suck my cock. His hot mouth did feel so good around the fat head of his dick. Dirk had to wait a bit till the G was kicking in, so for now he was just relaxing, and enjoying Mike tongue on his fuckstick, till he was sure that the little slut would be high as fuck from the larger amount of G what was given to him. He did like to see shy guys becoming real whores after a little help from G and T, hihihihi if only they know what there would be in store for them. First time trying some chems, and already famous on the ww web. Mike was making a lot of noises and he surely was one of the noisely types on chems, he had to keep that in mind later on, to keep him from shouting or anything, but for now he can enjoy my cock a bit more and then i will gagg him, to make sure i don't wake the neighbours when we are going into the rough play. Dirk was noticing that some of his pozzbuddies where tuning in to enjoy his show. He had a golden rule, first he would brake in a new guy by his own, and the next step would be that he would share the new guy whith his pozbuddies, to make sure the conversions was complete. One thing was for sure, Mike was not a newbie when it came to cocksucking, he was expertly getting his tongue around at Dirks shaft and balls, and this was not an easy thing being handcuffed with leather restraints. His buddies where sending messages to show of the new sluts pucker, show some butt they cried out, Dirk could only smile at their remarks, his buddies where only interested in ass that was all they cared for, but he prefered to take it slow the first time. Dirk was wondering if the slut had still some vision with the blindfold, he had taken the bigger one, so the half of Mike face was covered, he was going to take it to the test. Hey pup, what do you see now baby???? Can you see what i am doing. Mike was breaking free from Dirks fuckstick, and was slurring that he was in total darkness, he could not even make out the beatifull dick he was sucking. Dirk was grinning, the stupid twatt is not even able to make some complete syllabusses, he is tweaked out over his titts. Time to make the next move in to the change of my pupp. Dirk was pushing mike back to his back, of from hiw lower part. Ok buddy i am going to set you upright with your back at the end of the bed, so you can drink some water, we have to keep you hydrated, and you can relax a bit. Mike was being hoisted upright by dirk and was settling into the cushions. Mike's mind was far away, he had the feeling he hardly could register anything what Dirk was saying to him. He did hear the words, but he could not get a grip what Dirk was meaning to say to him. He had never felt so special with a guy, he was feeling a sincere atraction to his new friend, he was never taken care of by another guy, he had the feeling he could really letting loose on Dirk, and just go with the flow. Dirk was bringing the water bottle to Mike's mouth and told him to drink a lot, Mike was trying to hold the bottle himself, but this was not an easy thing to do. Dirk did unchain the cuffs, so Mike could drink his water add an easier pace. He was signalling the thumps-up sign that everything was going acorrding to plan. He was moving around the bed, getting everything ready to give his slut the first slam. He had to riggs ready at his site when he moved back up to Mike sitting frame. He was taking away the bottle of water and he was carressing Mike's face after he move the bottle to the side. How are you feeling pupp, are you ok? I feel so goooodddd slurred Mike, you make me feel so happy and goooooddd. Dirk did moves his hand from Mike's face and was lowering his had to caress his arm, already in search looking fro a good veine to hit. Mike do you trust me baby? Oh yes Dirk, you are so sweeeeet to me, you make me feel so happieee he cried out. Want to feel even better baby??? I can make you feel so good, you just have tro trust me baby, are you trusting me???? Yes Dirk, i do whatever you want to please youuuu. It was clear that the G was doing his work, the slut was ready to try anything, just to please his partner, and continue of the love feeling. I am going to give you something real good baby, something to make you more nicer and sweeter baby, do you want to be my baby Mike, my little sex pupp?????? Yes Dirk, please i want to try anything with you, you are so sweet to me!!!!! Ok baby, i am going to put a band around your arm, and then i am going to inject some sexvitamins in your arm, you are going to feel so good, and then we are going to have so much sex, i am going to make you my little sexpupp, do you want that baby. Yes Dirk please give me the vitamins he slurred. Dirk was checking out both arms to find the best veines to hit in. He had not very prominent veines, but in the lines he could make out the green lining of his veines, soon he was binding of the right arm of Mikes arm, and made him hold the buckle belt, to hold it strained. He was getting the rigg ready with the cross marked on the end, this was mike's first slam with .3 just to make im ready to get the show roling. Dirk was explaining to Mike what he was doing, once he had the rigg in the vein, and he had a register, he slowly released the tina into Mike's arm. He was explaining to Mike he would have the feel to cough, and he would feel some preassure on his chest, but it was already to late, Mike was already letting out a big cough, it did take him some time to register what was gettting on. His movements became more intense, and he was making pleading noises, first it was only fuck fuck fuck!!!!! And then he was shouting please fuck me please fill me hole, he was becoming the sexslave Dirk wanted to see.