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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

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.

Growing up I didn't know my father he had left my slut mom before I was born. Growing up with my mom was challenging to say the least bjt it's did give me a chance to learn to appreciate cock. I ended up bi not gay I ended up getting a girl pregnant and we married .luckily my wife doesn't only not mind me being with other men but enjoys seeing mr getting fucked by them. I was in my mid twenties when I finally met my father. I knie many people will think this is weird but after hearing my mom talk about what sex with my dad had been like several times i har a deep desire to experience it myself. To my fortune not only waw my dad bi he was also very kinky and on the day after our first meeting I found myself facedown byured in my pillow as he pounder me with his rather unique cock. We didn't see each other all that often in the following years but every time we did i ended up letting him use me. He was every bit as good a lover as my mom had said but he was also one of the few men that I let take me bare as he refused to wear condoms A few years ago his dislike o condoms came back to haunt him as he tested positive after a trip to Vegas. He went on neds and was soon undetectable and the next time we saw each other I didn't hesitate to let him fuck me. It all changed again a few months ago my dad was going to ve on a trip to L.A while i was going to be there on business and thought it would ve nice to surprise him as my son was coming with me as a graduation gift it should be even better as they had never met. When we got to the house my dad was staying he actually answered the door in only a towel and was indeed surprised to see us. Though he happily invited us in. As I introduced my son my dad let the towel fall loose revealing his body. He is in his mid fifties but has the body of a man half his age.with toned muscles and tanned skin. His most distinctive feature is his cock even semi hard as he was it was distinctive. It's long a bit over twelve inches but thin just a bit thicker than one large magic marker and when it was hard i was very very hard and veiny. My son actually blushed a little seeing his grandfather like that but he also could keep from looking but then neither could I. Dad was happy to see us and said it was a good surprise but when I reached down to play with his cock when we hugged he stepped a back and said we needed to talk. I asked what room my son would have and sent him to find it so dad and I could talk. Once alone I could see dad was uncomfortable. After a few minutes he told me thjs wasn't just a normal business trip for him in fact wasn't about business at all. He told me that he had stopped his meds just over a month before and had come to L.A to see how many guys he could breed and knock up. So far in the week and a half he had been in town he had already bread 7 guys and he even had another that was going to be coming over very soon that's why he had just taken a shower. I was more than a little shocked not only of what he was doing but his he was so calm and straight forward about it. Getting HIV had always been my biggest fear I had always gone to any length to be safe onmy letting a handful of men i really really trusted fuck me bareback even though I love it. Unfortunately I had a bad reaction to prep so I still had to use condoms almost all the time. That men were not only not worried about it but would come to my dad knowing he would poz him was shocking to me I couldn't imagine doing that. After we talked a bit more I went to find the room I'd be staying in and my son and I decided to go out to dinner so that dad would have the place free for when his friend showed up. We had a good time and I even told my son what dad had told me about why he was in town and I coukd see my son was as shocked as I was. But we were both tired for the day and flight and needed to go back to dads place for some sleep we had been gone for a few hours so we figured dad and his friend should be done by then. When we got there we saw we were right the man who had been coming up to the house was gone but we saw another guy had come over and was kissing dad on the couch. I didn't get a great look at him but coukd see he was young nearly as young as my son and very handsome in a fem way and I couldn't believe a guy like him had come to my dad to be deliberately pozzed The room I would be staying in was right next to my dads and as I was settling into the bed I heard my dad and his most recent friend go into his room. The rooms walls were just thin enough that I could hear almost everything. My dad is always very vocal during sex and so was his current playmate. As I lay there listening I found myself getting hard and I don't know what I found hotter the guy begging almost bleeding for my dads toxic seed or hearing my dad telling him what he was going to do to him and found myself jerking off as I listened. I ended up cumming as I heard my dad tell him to get ready for his load and shot a huge load same time as dad did. The next day we spent some time together and my son started ti get to know his grandfather but that night we had to make ourselves scarce again as he had another friend comming over. I again found myself listening through the wall as I heard him poz the third guy in less than two days and again I couldn't help bet jerk off as I listened. But this time as I fell asleep I found myself thinking about it being me he just cummed in The next morning when I woke up I was still a little groggy and was stretching out on the bed when I heard my dad in the next room he was asking if someone was sure this is what they wanted I heard a quieter voice murmer something in relpy. I was surprised he had had another friend come by so early but felt my cock start to get hard as I got ready to hear my dad knock up another guy. I started to rub my cock as it stiffened waiting to hear them begin when I heard a gasp telling me dad had as usual just jammed his cock all the way in from the start then I heard something that made me freeze. Through the wall I heard " oh fuck grandpa that hurts" I couldn't belive what I was hearing my son is gay sure but he had only done anal once and that was just a short time before with a guy he knew very well being scared of STDs was one of the main reasons he hadn't done more and here he was letting my poz dad fuck him. When I realized what was happening i got pissed and was starting to get up to stop them when I heard my dad start to co.fort him and I froze again. And just listened as dad went from comforting to the more aggressive man I knew I knew i should go stop them what my son was doing would drastically change his whole life . But as I heard him start asking dad for more and harder I realized I wouldn't try to stop anything. This time I couldn't just sit in my room and listen I had to see what was happening so I left my room and walked to my dads door. The door was open and I saw them on the bed their backs were slightly turned from me but I could see my dad behind my son who was on his knees his face pressed into the mattress and dad was delivering hard long strokes pulling his long cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in hard. My son was moaning softly and grunting while me dad was becoming more vocal. He has always been into talking dirty and degrading the guys he fucked. As I stood there watching he was calling my son a little fag and bitch among other things. I kept rubbing my cock as i leaned against the door watching them fuck l. After a few minutes my dad told him he was about to cum and would knock him up. For sure I expected my son to panic at that point and ask him to stop or pull out instead he practically begged for my dad to poz him. Then with a load grunt I coukd tell my dad had stared to cum his dick buried deep in my boy tight ass and I saw my son staring to cum hands free at the same time. Part 2 coming soon

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.”

Part 4/x Peter handed both my brother and I a viagra. This was clearly going to be a session, and I knew then the big guns were coming. I love being a bottom shut, and never need viagra for that. But if we all wanted to fuck, and for Peter and I to poz my brother, we'll need a little help. When my brother's cock was cumming in me, Peter was busy prepping some pins. We were getting to the great stuff now. Peter tells James to get on the sofa and sit up. He puts a tourniquet on his arm and finds a vein straight away - and expert slammer and good at hydrating! I see the flash and slowly Peter pushing the T into James' arm. James is watching, not sure what to expect. Peter takes the pin out and I unclip the strap. Almost instantly I see James' eyes go wide and he coughs. And choughs again. We get him to hold his arm up and press over the pin hole. James starts riding the sofa rubbing his hands over his body, playing with his cock that starts to get hard again; it's only been 15 minutes since he came! His hands move down to his hole, bringing his legs up. 'Not long, you'll be getting fucked again' Peter tells James. Both Peter and I pick up our own pin and slammed ourselves. We've both done this plenty of times. I get my flash and wait for Peter to get his. And we slowly push the fun juice in. Take it out and unstrap at the same time. Our rush almost instantaneous, I cough twice, Peter once. We give an mischievous grin to each other and move to James. Both going to kiss him, our hands sharing his cock and hole, getting James more and more horned up. Peter kneels on the floor and pulls James towards him, his arse just slightly overhanging. His latest arse playing, plus being fucked only half an hour ago, and James was ready to take Peter's cock inside me. Take his poison load and being a tighter family. Peter slides his cock in, now waiting for James to adjust. I'm watching, mesmerised. Seeing my brother taking cock, having fantasised about it for years. Peter tells James 'you're going to take my poz load, you want it, do they you' 'yes' James mumbles, high as fuck, but wanting nothing else. I'm rock hard, waiting g for whe. It's my turn. There's some poppers on the side. I grab them, open the bottles and share the. With Peter and my brother. Peter's fucking is getting faster, swest dripping down both of them. I'm kissing James and playing with his nipples. James is begging to he fucked, harder, faster he's calling out, speech only slightly slurred from all the chem. Peter shouts out he's gonna cum, 'I'm gonna shoot my poiso in your arse, you want my poz load?' 'Fuck me' James replies. Peter shudders and I'm watching my brother getting pozzed.

Chapter 11: Shift Change Emergency Department, Clearbrook University Medical - Steighn Research Building. 0647 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX “So, Mr. Henderson, general surgery will be coming up to see you later this morning once we get you admitted upstairs to discuss the procedure to extract the item. One of the nurses will be in to take you and your wife upstairs. Any questions?” Trevor asked, adjusting his glasses as he spoke while leaning back against the counter of the small private emergency room, his arms folded across his chest. The couple, still embarrassed, were unable to look him in the eye as he spoke. The husband shifted uncomfortably in the bed, wincing with each movement. “Okay, well, like I said, please make sure that you use something with a base next time so we can avoid this happening again in the future. You both have a good morning,” Trevor said, standing up and tiredly trudged out of the room. Walking into the doctors’ station behind the counter across from the room, he flopped down in the chair, tossing his stethoscope on the desk next to the monitor. Leaning back, he slowly rubbed his face, struggling to stay awake. “Katie is getting ready to take the Hendersons up to 5 East, can you work on the discharge? Also, pharmacy is on the line for room 11 about a possible drug interaction,” Maggie, the older charger nurse, said, walking in and placing a hot cup of coffee and a small packet of aspirin on the table. “Thanks…” Trevor said, slowly sitting back up with a groan before tapping his badge on the reader next to the screen. After a few clicks, he took a quick sip of the steaming cup and let out a happy groan before working on the discharge and admission order for Mr. Henderson. “Any luck on your treasure hunt?” Maggie said, snickering as she flopped on the old, worn couch across from the computer desks. “I am not paid enough to go spelunking in a fifty-year-old man’s ass for two different dildos. I’ll leave that gift for the boys and girls upstairs in gen surg. I swear… who in their right mind thinks it's a good idea to try and get one stuck toy out by shoving another one up there after it?” “Hey, at least they didn’t try to use one of those grabber things as well. That’s what the night shift yesterday had stuck in a guy,” Dr. Marsden, one of the residents said, turning around and joining the conversation. “I swear… the fascination of putting random things up your butt will never cease to amaze me…” Maggie said, shaking her head as she got up. “And it's always the married couple or straight man who gets curious.” “I would kill my husband if he made me come to the ER with him for something like that,” Trevor said, giving his head a slight shake as he spoke. "That reminds me! How is Eli? Are you both enjoying married life?” Maggie said, getting up and stretching. “He’s off on a work thing,” Trevor said, smiling as his mind drifted to the extremely fun roll in bed they’d had a few days before, taking turns breaking in their marital bed. “I know that look…. Someone got busy…” James, another of the nurses, said as he walked in carrying a large box. “Donut day, everyone! Want one?” The large bear of a man opened the box to display its contents. Holding up his hand, Trevor gave a slight shake of his head, watching as the other people in the room grabbed one. “Hey, did we hear anything about that call for Fire and EMS over to that big genetics lab?” Trevor asked, clicking submit on the electronic charting system with a large flourish, glad to finally be finished with all his patients. Forty-seven patients in twelve hours. The infectious disease specialist part of him was surprised by the numerous cases of a strange new respiratory bug going around, suspecting that the flu season was going to be especially active this year. Otherwise, a lot of cuts, broken toes from late-night trips to the bathroom, four different behavioral complaints, and to finish the night, two foreign bodies in the rectum. Part of him felt bad for the x-ray techs in radiology, knowing that he’d likely flooded them with orders all night. He’d have to remind himself to buy them dinner on his next shift as a thank you for them keeping up with his ordering frenzy. “Jennings mentioned something about part of the highway being shut down for it, but all quiet so far,” Dr. Marsden said, typing away at her computer. “Glad it's becoming a DSO.” “DSO?” Trevor asked, unsure if he even wanted to know what the acronym meant. “Day-shift opportunity,” Marsden said, smiling wickedly as she spoke. “We wouldn’t want them complaining we left all our problems for them.” “No… we really wouldn’t,” Trevor said, smiling and yawning. “Well, if you all have it handled, I’m going to go grab my things from the locker room and try to beat the rush hour traffic. Need me for anything on shift change rounds, Mag?” “Nah, waiting room is pretty much cleared out and now we’re just waiting for the go ahead to take the stragglers upstairs. Go home and rest, and I’ll see you tonight for the real fun to begin,” Maggie said, rubbing her neck. “What do you mean by ‘real fun’…” Marsden said, turning her chair to speak with Maggie as Trevor grabbed his stethoscope, coffee and aspirin, and walked towards the locker room. “Halloween,” Trevor could hear James answer, chuckling ghoulishly as he spoke. “This must be your first one in the ER. Expect things to get really wild tonight.” Yawning again, Trevor tapped his badge to the door and quickly grabbed his backpack from his locker, numbly shoving his stuff in the bag and slowly began the long trudge to the employee parking garage, following the various staff through the halls as shift change went into full swing, coming behind a small group of people, he listened in as they spoke, smiling. “The guy was such a whiny brat,” one of the girls said. “I mean, he and his wife were the ones to put two monster toys up there and get them stuck. If you can’t handle the meat, stay out of the kitchen.” “It’s ‘heat’. And yeah… use a base, my guy…” the male of the group said, yawning and looking behind him at Trevor. “Oh, hey Dr. Bing- I mean Kade. Keep forgetting that. Heading home, too?” Smiling, Trevor gave a small, tired nod at the group. “Yep. Time to go home and sleep. Don’t bring anything tonight for dinner, guys,” Trevor said, following the group as they walked and chatted. “I owe you all for keeping up on the orders tonight.” “Oh my god, you are just the best!” one of the radiology technologists said, smiling at Trevor as they walked, waiting in line at the time clock. “No, you guys are, can’t do it without you,” Trevor beamed. “Just find me tonight and let me know what you all want to order. Seriously. My treat.” Walking off as the time card chimed after tapping his badge, Trevor pulled out his phone taking a quick peek at his drive home, noticed the massive traffic jam on the highway, and opted instead on taking the surface streets. “Omg… I swear, so unfair he plays for the other team…” he could just barely make out one of the girls in the group saying. “Daddy Kade can destroy me. The things I would do to that man…” “He’s got a husband, Rachel,” the male said, laughing as he spoke. “And a pretty hot one at that. And I’m sure he probably does all that and more. Girl… You wouldn’t stand a chance.” “He can join in as far as I’m concerned,” Rachel said as Trevor just shook his head as the elevator doors closed, silencing the cackling laughter from the girls in the group as the elevator silently glided down into the basement parking garage. Stepping off the elevator, Trevor walked over to his car, wordlessly tossing his bag into the trunk area before getting into his car, letting the silence wash over him. The stark contrast from the constant busy hum of the emergency room was refreshing in his mind, glad that the grueling twelve-hour shift was finally over. Starting up his car, he quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket, typing out a quick text to Elias. Hey babe. On my way home. Hope the mission is going ok. Listening as the phone dinged, the message successfully sent, Trevor tossed it into the cupholder on the center console, turning the radio on and pulling out of the garage. His car quietly glided on the still thankfully sparsely-populated streets, as the announcer on the radio droned on with the morning news. “Traffic is still snarled on Interstate 276, with several fire and police on scene near Sterling Creek. Better take another route if you need to go by that part of the highway. Delays are currently sitting at over a half an hour, and DOT officials are still getting back to us on when the road may be cleared. In other news, representatives from the local employer Helixion Genetics as well as with a spokesperson with the military will be holding a press briefing shortly on the continuing sit-” Turning the radio station, Trevor slowly started tapping on his steering wheel and humming along with the catchy synth beat of some 80s song as he settled into the now long drive through the suburbs. — Pulling up to his building, Trevor pressed the ignition button of his car and sat in silence, glad to finally be home as he relaxed for a moment. Grabbing his phone, he checked to see if Elias had replied, only slightly dejected as there was no reply yet. “Probably still on the mission without a signal or something,” Trevor said to himself, putting the phone back in his pocket, before getting out of the car and stretching his tired muscles. Deciding that it could wait until later, Trevor left his backpack in the car, locking the doors and walking up to the doors of their apartment building. Pacing around the door, a rather preppy looking guy in really short bright pink shorts and an old cut off t-shirt kept looking in the door. “Sorry, do you need in? Forgot your keys?” Trevor asked, pulling his set out and unlocking the door and holding it open expectantly. The man suddenly looked at Trevor, an almost feverish look on his face, a light sheen of sweat on it somewhat out of place in the cool autumn morning air. An odd expression spread across the man’s face as he took in who was talking to him. “Oh… no… I uh…. No. I’m good. Was hoping to catch someone. I’ll just… go….” the man said, stumbling on his words nervously. Concerned, Trevor pulled out his phone and unlocked it. “Need me to call someone for you? See if they’re still home?” Trevor asked, wondering idly at the man’s strange actions. “NO! I…. No. I’m good,” the man said, rubbing his hands on his sides. “I shouldn’t have come here.” Suddenly, the man raced off. Shrugging his shoulders, Trevor walked in and quickly climbed the few flights of stairs up to the apartment, making quick work of the lock to the apartment door and shut it behind him. Glad to finally be home, he tossed his keys in the small bowl on the table next to the door, immediately recognizing the sound of soft snoring coming from the living room. Poking his head in, he watched the blond man snoring soundly on his couch. “Apparently the mission must have been cancelled or something,” Trevor softly said to himself, quickly going to the hallway closet and pulling out a pillow and blanket, lifting Tobias’ head and pushing the pillow hard underneath it, before quickly draping the blanket over the man’s body. Smiling, he quietly walked into the bedroom and looked as Elias’s muscular form rolled over, the lights all turned on in the room. Elias's boxers strained against a prominent erection. Trevor snorted softly as he moved quietly around the room, gathering Elias's discarded gym clothes and turning off the lights. Grabbing the thin throw blanket from the chair in the corner, he tossed it over Elais’s sleeping form before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Frowning, he pulled back and gently placed a hand on Elais’s forehead, noticing the heat from his husband’s body before even placing the hand down. There was a slight sheen of sweat on the expanse of skin. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed a small glass off the counter and filled it with tap water, grabbing a few Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet before walking back into the room. “Hey babe, take these,” he said, running his hand through Elias’s damp hair, causing him to stir slightly. Elias opened his eyes blearily, looking confused. “Trev? What are you doing here? You should be at home…” Elais asked, his voice deep and gravely, making Trevor feel even more concerned his normally healthy husband was really coming down with something. “Shhh… just take these pills and go back to sleep, okay?” Trevor whispered gently, grabbing his wrist and feeling Elias’s heartbeat racing just under the skin. Slowly, Elias opened his mouth. Trevor quickly put two of the tablets in his mouth and held the glass of water to his lips, feeling satisfied as Elias quickly gulped the water down and with a sigh, flopped his head back on the bed. As quietly as he could, Trevor walked over to the dresser, pulling out a few pairs of sweatpants and t-shirts, and after changing out of his scrubs, dropping his now-wrinkled scrubs on top of Elias’s sweaty gym clothes in the hamper. He then exited the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him. Slowly walking into the kitchen, Trevor rummaged around in the fridge, pulling out some supplies to make breakfast. Bacon and eggs sounds really good right now. Good thing we went shopping. As he cooked, he smiled as he heard the man in the living room slowly wake up with a start, snorting out of the snore suddenly. “I left you a pair of clothes to change into if you want,” Trevor said aloud, listening to the groaned reply. “I made you and Elais a plate as well in here, if he’s hungry when he wakes up,” Trevor said. “What… no sausage? And you call yourself a proper wife?” was the only reply from the living room. “You’re lucky I made you anything,” Trevor replied, rolling his eyes as he walked towards the guest bathroom. “Keep it up, and all you’ll get is a dry piece of toast. I’m going to go shower off all the hospital.” —- Elias woke up with a start, rocketing up in bed and drenched in sweat, his heart pounding as he took a few gasps of air. At first, he thought he was still down in the basement of Building 3, crashing through the door with his fellow men as they escaped and raced through the forest outside the building. The voice in his head kept telling him to infect, to recruit. Fragments of jumbled scenes raced through his head, and his cock hardened at some of the memories… A cock in his mouth, being fucked by several of the huge monsters, even fucking a few of his team members himself. However, the memories felt foreign, like he was watching them through other people’s eyes. Groggily, he got up, shambling over to the faucet in the bathroom before turning on the tap and gulping down more cold water, cupping a handful and splashing it on his face in hopes of waking himself up more. Slowly, he finally felt like he was more awake and looked at himself in the mirror. A light sheen of sweat still covered his body, now feeling refreshingly cool on his form as he looked at his muscles. He could swear he looked even more muscular than before; the few problem areas on his body where fat had started to set in as he got older now melted away. Even his muscles looked somewhat bigger than normal, forcing his veins to look more prominent. It gave him a more toned look, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the look and started giving a small flex in the mirror. Looking at his face, gone now was the almost sickly grey pallor of his skin, now back to its normal golden glow, his eyes looking seemingly normal, if not still a little glossy, like he had finally broken a fever after being sick. After how off he felt the night before, he suddenly felt great, feeling a rush of energy coursing through his veins. His hearing, normally decent, felt almost superpowered, being able to hear someone moving around in his apartment. Looking around in the bedroom, he noticed that his previously strewn-about gym clothes were now placed in the hamper, underneath a pair of rumpled black scrubs. Even from across the room, he could smell the antiseptic on the clothing, as well as the faint whiff of cologne and deodorant, and the smell that could only be described as his husband’s scent. He could even make out the smell of his own sweat, feeling himself get hard as the odor of sex also mixed in with it. Thinking back, he could remember going to the gym and feeling out of it, even seeing some muscular guy working out, and meeting some new person and working out. The memories felt jumbled though, and he found himself struggling to remember the order of the events. Everything after working out on the treadmill was a blank however, even his supposed walk home. No matter how hard he tried, Elias simply could not clearly remember what happened. The sound of someone moving around in the kitchen reached his ears, almost deafening in the silence of the apartment, making his ears somewhat ring. He could hear muffled talking, clearly making out the tone and cadence of Trevor’s voice, the sound bringing a smile to his face as he let the blanks in his memory fade away. Walking silently into the kitchen, he watched as his husband was bent over, rummaging around in the fridge, ass swaying in the air almost like an invitation to fuck. Licking his lips, Elais quickly got behind him, giving a hard smack on the ass before reaching around and squeezing the man’s waist towards him, grinding playfully his now hard and throbbing cock in the asscrack, only a thin layer of clothing separating them. “OH SHIT!!!” Tex’s voice rang out instead, shocked and surprised at the sudden intrusion into his personal space. “WRONG BROTHER, MAN! WRONG BROTHER!” Confusion flooded Elias’ brain for half a second before looking down and indeed seeing that underneath him, head still in the refrigerator, was not his loving husband, but instead his husband’s twin and Elais’ own best friend and coworker Tex. Elais stared dumbly at the scene in front of his eyes, his brain trying to process everything. “Any time you want to let me out of the fridge would be great, man,” Tex said, his hands gripping the edges of the fridge door opening for stability. “As much as I appreciate a fun good morning hug as anyone else, Elias, you might put my brown eye out with that thing…” Shuffling back in horror, Elias bumped hard into the counter behind him, his eyes wide as he looked around the room, seeing the discarded blanket and pillow on the couch, papers and a government-issued laptop on the table. “Oh…. oh shit… Tex… I’m so, SO sorry… I thought…” Elias said, his heart pounding in his chest, this time from the sheer shock and embarrassment of what had just happened. Trevor suddenly walked into the room, wearing a nearly identical pair of pants and a loose shirt, toweling off the water from his hair. “What are you sorry about?” Trevor asked, confusion in his voice as he watched the two men in the kitchen staring at each other with equally red faces. “Just, you know, a simple case of mistaken identity. Glad to see you both still have a healthy sex life even in your marital years,” Tex said, laughing as he pointed down at Elais’ groin, still hard as a rock even with all the confusion. “About to play out a scene from some cheesy porno and ask step bro for help getting out of the fridge.” “Oh my god, Toby, that is wrong on so many levels,” Trevor said, laughing as he spoke. “Besides, we both know that you're the straight and less good-looking of the two of us. Morning, babe.” Embarrassed, Elias stormed out of the room, rushing back into the bedroom and slamming the door shut in the process. He slumped down on the bed, his breaths short and fast as he began to process the scene from the kitchen in his head again. A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts as the door quietly opened and Trevor stepped into the room, softly closing it behind him. “Everything okay, Eli?” Trevor asked, softly shuffling across the carpet floor and taking a seat beside Elias, putting his hand to his forehead. “Good to see the fever you had finally broke. Weird seeing you get sick.” “Trev, I am so…. SO sorry. I thought he was you. He even had your pants on. How bad is it?” Elias asked, shame flooding his mind. “I swear… I wouldn’t have even thought of doing that if I didn’t think it was you.” Trevor gave a small snort, looking back at the door before turning his attention back at Elias. “Oh, he’s absolutely loving it, the little attention whore. He’s even now referring to himself as the sexy twin, so good luck getting him to let you off easy for it. But yeah… otherwise, he’s fine,” Trevor said, snickering at his brother’s words. “How about you? You looked like a deer in headlights and went flying out of there. Are YOU okay?” Breed him and the brother. Add them to our ranks. Make them ours. NOW. Elias jumped, looking around the room for a second, trying to find the source of the voice in his ear. A slight ringing in his ears and a small headache began to form in his head, causing Elias to groan slightly. “Babe… seriously, is everything okay? You look like you're still a bit off,” Trevor asked, running his hands through Elias’ hair. Suddenly, Elias found himself forcefully pinning Trevor down on the bed, kissing and sucking on the man’s neck hungrily. “Oh…. oh wow…” Trevor said, his voice sounding slightly dazed as the fast moment, enjoying the feeling of Elias’ lips on his neck, working the spot Elias knew would drive him wild. “Oh… god, right there. We got to stop. My brother is still here, and we both know he’d never let us live this down.” NO! TAKE HIM NOW! The mysterious voice caused Elias to stop what he was doing, looking around briefly for its source. “What’s wrong, babe?” Trevor asked, his pupils seemingly blown open with desire. “Don’t you hear that?” Elias whispered, his headache getting worse by the second. “What? You mean Toby?” Trevor said, smiling at Elias with a happy but confused look on his face. Suddenly, visions of his gym’s locker room, looking down as he was fucking some random person over a bench flooded Elais’s brain. The memory of Elias’s hookup in the gym came crashing down like an avalanche in his mind. Last night wasn’t a dream. I… I cheated on Trevor. What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?! Getting up suddenly, Elias raced to the bathroom, retching dryly into the toilet. GO BACK AND TAKE WHAT’S OURS! NOW! Clenching his teeth, Elais mentally pushed the source of the voice away from him, his mind screaming as he felt like his brain was being shoved into what could only be described as a glass box. NO! YOU… YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD. NOW! The headache quickly began to subside, as well as the wave of nausea. A cool hand slowly rubbed his neck comfortingly, mumbling comforting words. “Breathe, babe… just take in some deep breaths,” Travor’s voice said soothingly as he gently began to rub Elias’ back in small circles. Finally feeling the last bit of nausea and pain in his head disappear, Elias let his head rest on the cold toilet seat. “I should call your work and tell them you can’t come in today,” Trevor said, his voice sounding concerned as he got up and started to walk towards the bedroom, likely to grab his phone. “NO!” Elias said, grabbing Trevor’s hand in a panic. “Just… No. You can’t. Your brother can probably explain it better than me, but as far as you're concerned, you can’t say that you’ve seen either of us.” “Ooooo….kay…” Trevor replied, likely even more confused from the way his voice sounded to Elias, rubbing his wrist where Elias had grabbed it in a panic. “Well, I’ll go talk to him, I guess. Why don’t you take a shower? Maybe you’ll feel a bit better after?” Nodding silently, Elias waited until Trevor left the room, before finally shucking off his boxers and stepping under the warm spray of the shower head, letting his mind empty as the jets of water slowly worked at the tension in his shoulders. Finally, he grabbed the soap, working it into a lather and began to clean his entire body, feeling dirty both mentally and physically as his mind drifted back to the previous night’s events. The monsters. The strange way his team had acted. His mind flashed towards the hookup in the gym, how he’d acted so out of character. His face flushed at the memory of his random hookup with… Tim, was it? It felt like someone was in control of him the entire time, his brain unable to stop anything happening like he was just along for the ride. He slammed his fist on the tiled wall, the sound of tiles groaning and threatening to crack causing him to jump. Suddenly, he remembered the slice on his arm, shocked at how normal it felt. Touching the bandage apprehensively, he frowned, expecting it to sting under his careful touch. Oddly, though, the area felt fine. He slowly removed it, shocked to find the cut completely healed, only a thin white scar in its place, feeling slightly numb and looking lighter and almost grey compared to the skin around it. “I could have sworn that it was going to need stitches,” Elias whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the spray of the shower. “How is it already healed?” Perplexed, he finished his shower in a rush, and shut off the water, the dripping sound of the water on the tile echoing loudly in the space. He could make out the sound of his husband and brother-in-law chatting in the other room. Elias knew the apartment was cheaply built, but was shocked he never noticed how thin the walls had to be in order to hear the muffled sounds of the men’s voices. Toweling himself off, he took another look at himself in the mirror, now fully naked and wide awake. He could swear he looked more muscular, with barely any body fat left on his normally fit body. His veins looked to be bigger and more prominent, like he’d just been working out. Even his cock and balls looked bigger, definitely looking almost an inch longer, and his balls handing lower and looking fuller somehow. Unnerved, he tossed the towel over the shower curtain rod, and walked into the bedroom, grabbing a t-shirt and gym shorts. Again, he frowned, realizing that the clothes definitely were fitting tighter than before, his muscled chest now filling the shirt and looking almost snug, his legs just barely fitting in the holes of the boxers, his ample cock and balls filling the space more than before. Something is very definitely different about me, he decided, before finally walking out of the bedroom and towards the two brothers sitting on the couch.

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.

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'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.

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

This is a true account of the first time I was used. It was so long ago I haven't changed the name and location that it took place. The person, Ron is long dead and the workshop demolished. Everything is exactly as I remember it. In 1977 (yes I'm that old) I was an apprentice mechanic for the Royal Mail, otherwise known as The Post Office, at the main Motor Transport Workshop in West London. The bulding consisted of separate buildings for rebuilding engines, gearboxes, suspension units and a vehicle body workshop. Additionally there facilities for general servicing of cars, motorbikes, and large lorries.All together there were probably 120 + people employed there. As an apprentice you had to work a few months in each department. At the time I was spending all money on racing motorcycles and doing as much overtime as I could to fund it. I regularly worked a couple of hours extra each day and Saturday mornings. As an apprentice you limited as which departments you could do overtime and there always had to be supervision. I had recently joined the 'Docking Line' which was basically for servicing small cars and vans. One particular Saturday morning I was doing the valve clearances on a Commer Van. These had three bench like seats in the cab and engine was located under the seats. So to work on the engine you removed all three seats and a plate that covered the engine. That particular Saturday Big Ron, a qualified mechanic and I were the only people working in the whole building. The work I was doing meant I had to lean in through the passenger side and stretch to reach into the van. I had the rocker cover off and was checking the valve clearances with feeler gauges when Big Ron pushed in beside me. I have to explain here that 'Big Ron' was called that, not because he was well endowed, although he was, but because he was a fat cunt. Also that there was minimal room through the passenger door entrance, so when he pushed in beside me he was also slightly on top of me. He asked how it was going and I replied that I was nearly done. I could feel his body pressing harder than was necessary into my left buttock and back and also feel something hard pressing into me. Initially I thought he had a screwdriver or something in his pocket but, as he pushed further into the cab I realised it was his cock and he was fully erect. I tried to move a little but realised I was pinned down. As I did so I felt him rub himself against me. Now, I knew I was attracted to men from an early age but had never acted on it. Big Ron was in no way attractive but, I have to say I was turned on by the way his cock felt. I was also extremely nervous and embarrassed. Ron was the last person I would have thought was homosexual. (Gay was a reference that didn't exist then. At least, I'd never heard it said in that context) He was very much a man. Rough and ready with a deep voice. However, there he was, obviously stimulated and rubbing himself against me. "You feel that" he said obviously referring to his hard on. "I reckon you like a bit of cock don't you" I was so nervous but my own cock was now also fully hard. All I could mutter was "mmmm" I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "I knew you were queer" he wispered into my ear and grabbed my right buttock then slid his hand between my arse cheeks, at which point I gasped and he chuckled. He then moved directly behind me and rubbed his cock between my cheeks and bit into the back of neck. He then pulled me back slightly by pulling my hips with both hands, then reached round and grabbed my cock which was now dripping profusely inside my filthy overalls. I felt incredibly turned on. The weight of his fat torso on my back, his cock pressing into my arse and his hand on my cock made my head spin. "I'm going to have you boy" he said. I knew what he meant, he was going to fuck me. I wanted it but, I was incredibly nervous and a little scared. I had never been penetrated. He reached around me, unzipped my overalls then pulled them back over my shoulders. As he did so I I pulled my arms free. He continued to pull them down my back and legs and I stepped out of them. All I was left wearing was a T-shirt and a pair of briefs which he roughly pulled off me. I was shaking visibly now and I heard him unzip the front of his own overalls. Then, for the first time I felt a naked cock on my back. I reach backwards and felt his member. It felt huge and it was dripping at the end. "Suck it" was all he said. I turned and saw it was at least seven or eight inches long and was pointing directly up at me from under his huge belly. He put his hands on my head and pushed me down until my mouth was level with his cock. I have to say he smelt of body odour and I wasn't keen but, opened my mouth and tasted cock and another mans precum for the first time. He began to thrust forward and deep in my throat until I was chocking. My throat began to produce huge amounts of viscous fluid which caked his cock. "Enough " was all said then pulled on my hair and me up, turning me around at the same time. I felt his cock now caked in the mucus from my throat slide between my arse cheeks. "How many times have you been fucked boy" I replied "Never" "Fuck, yes a virgin. Going to deflower you boy" I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my hole and tensed. "You need to relax. I ain't going to lie, it's going to hurt the first time. Your sphincter has to be broken in" With that he pushed inside me. The pain was horrendous. I begged him to take his cock out but he just held it inside me then began to slowly fuck me. Tears were rolling down my face as I sobbed. I continued begging him to stop but he clearly didn't care. My arse was on fire and he had to use all his strength to hold me firm. He fucked me for a full ten minutes. All the time I was crying with the pain. He was fucking hard when his breathing changed and he grunted then cried out as his cock ejeculated copious amoumts of his sperm into me. I was so grateful when cock slipped out of me. I looked round and was scarred when I saw blood on his cock. I thought he had severely injurred me at sight of the blood and how sore my arse hole felt. If I had to go to hospital how would be tell them what had happened. Big Ron tried to reassure me, saying that it was only because it was my first time. I went home still scared and petrified I had a serious injury. I vowed that I would never do that again. It took a few days before the soreness dissipated. By the following Saturday all I could think about was getting fucked again. I'd had several wanks imagining Big Rons cock in me again. Big Ron would regularly fuck me after work in the toilet or on overtime for the next six months. Each time he fucked me the pain was less and pleasure more. I still miss that cock. One morning I turned up at work to be told Big Ron at suffered a fatal stroke. As far as I can recall this is exactly as events that day happened.

1. 2. 3. And 4. Rimming. Rimming is my favorite. I am versatile and rimming nose no position. I will read my top and I will rim my bottom. 5. Raw. Only raw. I’ve worn a rubber three times in my life and that was in high school, because I was afraid of getting the girls pregnant.

It is interesting that the rushed axing of Jimmy Kimmel was the night he was to have had Kamala Harris as his guest.

I prefer trimmed or shaved.. I don't like too much hair (like actual hair, body hair facial hair, pubic hair). .. so that right out the cave or bearded folks are big No to me. And one more think: young men with moustaches or ling beads are total turndown.

You forgot another Montreal-based movie (comedy) that featured great actors like Ginette Reno and Paul Sorbino - Mambo Italiano. “No son of mine is an omosessuale!”

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.

This morning I woke up to breakfast. My ex had stayed over. When I came out of the bedroom, he was naked, sitting on the sofa talking to another naked guy. The other guy was a 30ish Ecuadorian with a big banana like dick, uncut and curved. He was on the shorter side and slim with a helmet of long black hair. Sexy .I go to the bathroom and they both call me to join them. Next thing I know, I'm on my knees ferociously sucking that Ecuadorian dick. It had a wicked curve so was hard to deep throat. Anyway, it gets hard as granite and he gets up and gestures for me to get on the sofa. He lubes up and slams his dick all the way in. He starts with deep slow strokes and after a while, he starts gushing pre-cum. He pulls out and it keep spewing and he feeds it to me. I suck his dick some more and then he gestures again. I assume the position and he enters and puts he whole body on top of me and starts pounding the fuck out of me,. Soon, he starts moaning long loud moans as he noisily unloads in me. He stays in and rests for a second. In Spanish he says he hasn't busted in five days. Hr pulls out and I clean him off but he's very sensitive. I get up and go wash my hands. With his 5 day load still in me, I then made a big pot of oatmeal. Served it with honey and cinnamon and fresh blueberries. We all had a bowl and then he walked out with me as I walked the dog. Still have his warm seed in me. It was a very very good way to wake up.

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.

I have been fucking my dad since I was 10. It was never abusive or forced, it just kinda naturally happened. I knew I wanted to be closer to him and loved that he taught me everything and we bonded that way. He always let me decide how far to take it and when I was ready to go all the way.

Chapter 1: Into the Hot Zone Helixion Genetics- Main Corporate Meeting Room; REDACTED LOCATION. 19:42 MST. 30-OCT-20XX “Okay, men, listen up,” Commander Nathan Briggs said, addressing the team of soldiers in front of him. At 52 years old, his time in the Biohazard Threat Response Division had taken a toll, causing his jet black hair to start greying prematurely. This earned him the call name “Gravestone,” a morbid joke among his team, who quipped he looked ready for one. His 6 foot 2 inch frame was starting to get a bit of a dad bod, but still he attracted the ladies easily with the muscular frame underneath (and a few men who are still recovering from severely broken hearts when they found out he was married and straight). Beside him stood his second-in-command, 34 year old Major Elias “Reaper” Kade, a 6ft tall, dark wavy brown hair and deep blue-eyed man, with well-defined muscles contained behind the black tactical shirt. “Let’s go over the plan of entry, and designated roles one last time. The main goal here is recon. Assume any survivor we find is infected. They are to be detained and held in isolation on exit. Hazmat teams are setting up the temporary holding trailers as we speak. Reaper, you’re up.” Also in the room were seven other men, all part of the elite Black Sigma Team. Looking at each one, Elias mentally reviewed each man. Sitting at the conference table was 27 year old Lieutenant Mason “Zero” Hawke, 5 ft 8 inches tall with short blonde hair with piercing grey eyes, known to the team for his ability to pass lie detector tests with no heart rate change, barely speaking to anyone due to some unknown trauma he suffered during his time in special ops. Next to him was 34 year old Lieutenant Tobias “Tex” Vahn, the resident virologist and chemical weapons expert. He was called Tex due to his thick Texan accent. Originally their civilian CDC expert, he’d been brought over to the proverbial dark side when funding for the CDC had dried up during the post-COVID era. Tobias was also the only member of the team that Elias trusted enough to come to his wedding, coming over regularly for game night with him and his new husband, Trevor. Trevor and Tobias were good friends from college, both graduating from Washington University in St. Louis. Beside him was 24 year old Corporal Jae “Pixel” Yun, on permanent loan from the South Korean military. 5’9 with dark brown eyes and black buzzed hair, he was the lead tech expert of the group; there were whispers among the men that his parents were secretly the owners of a major Korean tech company. However, Elias had yet to find any link there. Pixel and Sticks had become best friends, often bonding over one game or another, or some anime. Both were definitely the babies of the group. Which led him to Private First Class Eric “Sticks” Barlow, across the table from Pixel. At 20, he was the true baby of the group, and knew how to use it to his advantage. Barely coming up to barely Elias’ chin, he stood at a mere 5 foot 2 inches. A true prodigy when it came to electronics and coding, he had been a direct hire straight out of West Point. Somehow he’d managed to talk the Commander into keeping his hair dyed a bright, neon green with black undertones. Elias liked to think of him as the puppy of the group. Next up was 28 yr old Specialist Cole “Patch” Hannigan, the field medic of the team. He was second-newest to their team, with this being their first real deployment in the field after 6 months of training. Standing at 5 foot 11 inches, the guy was the chubbiest of the group, having been reassigned to the team after pissing off a commanding officer. Nobody knew what for exactly, but whatever it was, it had to be bad in Elias’ book. Last at the table was 30 year old Lieutenant Bryce “Stag” Mercer, the resident asshole and bullshitter of the group. 6 foot 1 inches tall, he was lanky with fiery red hair, pale skin and freckles. Previously he was the lead recon specialist of the group and former second in command, but after being caught pocketing some particularly gruesome photos from one of their missions, Gravestone had decided to put him on strict probation. His nickname came from his ability to stay in one spot almost eerily like a statue for hours at a time, like a deer in the woods. Elias cleared his throat, pleased as the group watched him with a respectful and quiet expectation. This would be his first true second-in-command position on the team. Part of him feared the men would never respect him, as only a few on the team knew he was gay, let alone had just gotten married. Pushing down his fears, he began to speak. “What we know so far is that at approximately 15:30 local time yesterday, a manual biohazard alarm was triggered in one of the labs in building three, on level sub level 5… as seen here on the map,” Elias said, aiming a laser pointer at the projected map on the wall. “Air quality sensors indicate no detected contamination, but still I’m going to stress that we at least enter wearing full BSL-4 until further testing can be done on site. This is a DARPA-funded bio lab, so anything could be down there. Lockjaw, anything to add on Tactical?” Major Adrian Reese, or as the team knew him, Lockjaw, stood off to the side, his jaw clenched in a permanent scowl from nerve damage he received a few years prior. 47 years old and standing at a towering 6 foot 5 inches, he was tall and muscular, with short buzzed brown and grey hair and a steely dark grey pair of eyes. All Elias knew was that Lockjaw and Gravestone went back to the “Berlin days” as the two cryptically referred to them, not sharing much information other than that. “Contact has been lost since the moment the alarm was triggered and the building is in full lockdown. Since we have no idea what we’re really dealing with, it’ll be standard clearance of each floor. The lab has 10 floors in total,” Lockjaw said, waving his hand to the map on the wall. “We’ll be entering the building on the roof. Each team will consist of three men. Patch, Pixel, and Sticks, you’ll be closest to the elevators and stairs in the core of the building. Your jobs are to maintain communications, and get into the company mainframe to see if we have any information to work off of. Company liaison doesn’t know what we could be dealing with due to the nature of the project, and access is still being worked on from our DARPA contact. Tex and Zero, you’ll be on the north side with Reaper where the labs are. Stag, you’re with me and the commander on the south where the offices are.” “We clear each floor and regroup at the elevators before moving to the next floor down as a team,” Elias continued. “Once the air quality is confirmed, you can take off the respirators, but we want to keep this clean, so maintain at least BSL-3 gear.” “We should expect at least 27 male bodies in the building,” Gravestone added. “It looks like the female scientists were at a conference for women in STEM, which has been confirmed by the company liaison here on site. Full lockdown has been initiated in the building, so once we get in, we won’t be getting back out until the lockdown is lifted or someone from outside lets us out. Expect quite a few locked doors and rolling fire doors to be in the way.” “We’re going to take this slow and check in every 15 minutes. Report anything you find as soon as you can,” Elias added. “And most of all, play it safe. We don’t need to lose anyone on this mission. This is a civilian lab with government funding, so we shouldn’t expect any real pushback from any survivors here, but don’t hesitate to use force to keep safe. Got it?” Elias was met with a few small murmurs and nods from the team as everyone started getting up, pulling on their tactical packs and checking the fit on their respirators. Elias turned his attention as Gravestone came over and patted him on the shoulder “Good work on the briefing, Eli,” Gravestone said, giving his shoulder a slight shake. “I knew you’d be a perfect fit for the job. This looks like a pretty easy in and out job, so we will get you home in time for breakfast with the husband. Dr. Trevor Bingham, isn’t it?” A slight flush spread on Elias’ cheeks, feeling slightly embarrassed as he realized that his commanding officer did in fact know he was gay and married. His husband Trevor and even his team mate Tex had said he should just tell him - that it wouldn’t be a big deal. That he should be proud of who he was and that he deserved to be in this position. “Oh, well… uh… I didn’t know you…” Elias stammered, unsure what to say. “Who do you think signs off on your benefits paperwork?” Gravestone said, nonchalantly checking his fit on his back, and for any openings on the seals around his suit. “Denise wants you both over for dinner soon. Besides, you know our youngest, Mason, is gay, right? Just so you know, Tex was right… I wouldn’t have cared.” He shrugged his shoulders quickly in a non-chalant way. “Th….. thanks sir… I… thank you,” Elias stammered as realized that he’d put himself through untold amounts of stress… for nothing apparently. Sighing out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he walked over to the large double glass doors to the conference room and stood beside Tex as the others filtered out of the room. “Good work on the briefing, by the way,” Tex said, smiling as he gave a once over on Elias’ biohazard gear. “So, you and the commander have a fun chat just now?” Elias gave Tex a flat stare, unsure whether to strangle the man or give him a big hug. “When did he ask you?” Elias sighed resignedly. “Two weeks before your super secret wedding, bud,” Tex said, a shit-eating grin spread across his face. “You seriously didn’t look at the wedding gifts, did you?” Elias stared at Tex expectantly, waiting for further explanation. “Who do you think got you guys the espresso machine…” Tex said, taking a quick glance at the commander. “Didn’t you even read the gift card?” “Fuck…. No… I just thought it was from one of his coworkers at the hospital. Trevor is working on the thank you cards right now,” Elias groaned. “Damn it. We are definitely gonna have to have dinner with him and his wife. So… the commander is more of a wine guy, or a scotch guy?” “Neither. Cigars and bourbon for him, cake from that bakery just outside the base for the wife, and make sure you bring something fun and unique for the kids,” Tex said, satisfied on his inspection of the biohazard suit. “I owe you,” Elias said, sighing as he began to shove the massive hood of the suit on his head, adjusting the earpiece and microphone in the process. “How you thought you could get away with keeping it from him is lost on me, bro. Didn’t you think it was odd how he didn’t even bat an eye at your request for a week off? Well… I guess you can pay me back by giving me the details on what you walked in on yesterday in the ‘barracks’,” Tex said, grinning. Knowing that he would need to talk in private about it, Elias simply held up six fingers and pointed at the radio on his right hip. With an exaggerated rolling of the eyes, Tex threw his hood on as well and the pair started walking with the group across the sprawling grassy lawn in the center of the laboratory campus. “So, what’s the piping hot T, sis,” Tex’s voice filled his right ear, the crackle of the plastic suit punctuating each of their movements as they walked. “Oh my god… Just stop… Cultural appropriation. Only gay guys can talk like that,” Elias rejoined, trying not to laugh at Tex. “I’m waiting, guuuurl, and it best be hotter than last week’s Untucked,” Tex continued, doing his best to lay on an even, thick Texan accent. “Oh God… why am I friends with you… Thank fucking god this radio channel is encrypted right now…” Elias muttered before continuing. “So… you know how I was supposed to do the barracks check last night?” “I’d hardly call a Vegas hotel “barracks”, but… continue,” Tex said, gesturing his puffed up arm as the two began getting closer to the gleaming glass and metal building looming ahead, a large well lit 3 glowing on the side of it in the pale light. The two followed behind the group as they began to walk around to the back of the building towards a well-guarded fire escape. Both nodded at the two heavily armed soldiers wearing full respirators and shuffled into the cordoned off utilities area. “So, I went and finished checking on everyone. Couldn’t find Barlow… I mean Sticks, and Pixel said something about him going down to the gift shop for something… candy I think… and I got back to the room I’m sharing with Lockjaw,” Elias explained, waiting behind the team as one by one they began to climb the ladder. “Ok… so what…” Tex said, shifting from one foot to the other anxiously. “Still afraid of heights, huh,” Elias said, laughing slightly. “It’s only 40 feet off the ground we’re climbing.” “Shut the fuck up man and distract me with the story, because if I fall, I’m taking you with me,” Tex grumbled. “So, I got back to the room quicker than I thought and heard some noises coming from Lockjaw’s side of the suite,” Elias continued as he watched Tex shakily grab the first rung of the ladder. “Called out for him and got no reply. So I went in there to check on him. You know, I worry about the guy.” Slowly they began to climb up, stopping occasionally as a member of the team held up the group climbing off the ladder with the heavy gear on their backs. “Well, anyways, I go in the room… empty. So I check the ensuite bathroom… and I swear to fucking god… this stays between us…” Elias said, grunting slightly as they continued climbing. “Sure man,” Tex said, his voice carrying a slight nervous inflection as he quickly replied. “No, I’m fucking serious, man. I will pull you off this ladder myself and let you fall to your death on the ground if you share a fucking word of what I’m going to tell you,” Elias said, gritting the words out as they began climbing again. “Fuck…. Fine… I promise…” Tex said, gripping on the ladder tightly as they stopped again. Satisfied at putting the fear of God in his friend, Elias continued. “So… um… apparently I’m not the only gay on the team,” Elias said, glad to see that they had finally made it halfway up the building. “Oh shit… holy… The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tex said, his voice quivering as his foot slipped on one of the rungs and began flailing in the air. Sighing, Elias grabbed Tex’s foot and firmly planted it back on the rung. “It means… -grunt-… I walked in on Lockjaw and Sticks fucking like a pair of bunnies in the shower,” Elias said, helping Tex finally pull his legs over the half wall on the side of the building before finally bringing up the rear. “No fucking way,” Tex said, bent over and holding his knees, panting. Elias’ mind went back to the night before, when he had walked into the bathroom of the shared hotel suite and caught Lockjaw and Sticks in the act. —---- The night before... Elias had just entered the room when the sound of someone grunting in the bathroom beyond hit his ears. Did he slip and fall in the shower? Elias thought to himself as he rushed to the door. He stuck his head in about to speak when he took in the sight. Lockjaw was kneeling on the floor of the tiled shower, hips thrusting in time almost like a metronome, his back facing the doorway as steam and water barely blocked the view on the glass shower wall and door. Heavy, low hanging balls swung in time to the strokes, slapping occasionally against the smaller framed man in front of him… Sticks. Slowly, Lockjaw slid his hands across the wet, water-slicked back of Sticks, before finally resting his hands to be wrapped around Sticks’s small, graceful neck. The wet smacking sounds of Lockjaw’s thighs connecting with the back of Sticks’s echoed in the small room. Elias stepped back into the shadow of the room and watched as the two continued fucking rough and hard. “Fuck… Destroy my hole, fucking pound my tight boy ass into oblivion,” Sticks’s moans echoed out of the bathroom. “Fucking breed me like a bitch, daddy.” Elias’ eyes bulged as he watched Lockjaw pull most of the way out of the slimmer blond man’s ass, before spitting on his dick and slamming deeply back in. Lockjaw’s hands wrapped tightly around Sticks’s neck, squeezing tightly. The taller, older man slammed as hard as he could. For a second, Elias considered interrupting, fearing that the younger man would be seriously injured. “Yeah, you fucking love taking daddy’s giant load in your pussy, don’t you bitch,” Lockjaw growled out. “You want daddy to plant a nice thick load deep in this hole and make you his, don’t you boy?” “Fuck…. Yes, daddy, fucking choke me and destroy my ass,” Sticks replied, moaning deeply as Lockjaw changed his angle of attack on his strokes. “Make me your boy. Breed my ass and claim it.” Lockjaw’s strokes began to falter slightly in their regularity, but somehow he slammed even harder in the small blond’s ass. “Yeah, you fucking want daddy’s swimmers deep in there, don’t you, baby,” Lockjaw moaned. “Make that tight boy hole ooze my load for days with how much cum is gonna flood your guts. Make you send me pictures of you fingering my thick load back into your cumdump.” Suddenly, Lockjaw grabbed Sticks’s face and turned to him before locking lips. “Oh fuck, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” Sticks groaned, suddenly breaking the kiss. “Please give me your load, please shoot it deep in me!” “Oh fuck, baby, here it comes,” Lockjaw groaned, suddenly pushing as hard as he could into the smaller man, intent on burying his cum load deep in his ass. “Here. It. Comes!” Suddenly, Sticks’s cock shot volley after volley of thick cum across the shower floor. Slowly, the two straightened up, and Sticks turned around slightly, making out deeply as Lockjaw slowly stroked the last remaining drops of cum out of Sticks’s dick. Slowly, Lockjaw brought the cum-covered fingers to his mouth, licking the cum off of them before locking lips with Sticks again. Elias was shocked to see the size of cock the smaller man was carrying, his smaller frame making the size seem even bigger. Slowly, he backed away, before quickly making his way swiftly out of the shared hotel room. A short elevator ride to the gift shop and then out to the pool, Elias shakily lit up a cigarette. It had been six months since he quit, a promise to Trevor, an ultimatum for their marriage so to speak. But damn it, he needed it after what he had just seen. His cock was still raging hard in his pants as his mind kept replaying the events over and over. Suddenly, the voice of Commander Briggs knocked him out of the loop in his mind. “Okay there, soldier?” Gravestone asked, his gravelly deep voice said, causing Elias to nearly physically jump. “Oh, um. Yeah. Sure,” Elias replied, quickly trying to smooth over his emotions. “Just nerves, I guess.” Grabbing the lighter from Elias, Gravestone deftly lit the cigar he was holding, bringing it to life with ease. “Thanks, forgot mine upstairs,” Gravestone said, breaking the silence. Unsure what to do, Elias quickly put the cigarette out on the railing surrounding the pool. “I’m gonna head back up,” Elias said. “Try and get some sleep before we go back on duty tomorrow.” “Have a good one, then,” Gravestone replied, pulling out his phone as Elias walked back into the hotel. He snapped a selfie with the fat cigar in his jaw. Hopping on the elevator, Elias rode it in silence, trying to will himself to stop thinking about what he had just seen between his two teammates. Suddenly the door opened and Sticks stepped in. “Oh, hey Major,” Sticks said, his normal bright, bubbly attitude beaming as he spoke. “Got lost on my way back from the pool. Wrong floor.” Suddenly, Elias thought back to all the times he had bumped into Sticks getting off on the wrong floor, forgetting what side of the building he was on. This clearly has been going on for a long time, Elias thought to himself. “Cool, um… just get plenty of rest,” Elias said lamely. “Oh, I will… I’ve just got to work on my back stroke,” Sticks chuckled, before pressing the button for his floor. “Have a good one, Major!” Elias felt a blush spread across his face as he walked back to the room and went over to his room in the suite, hearing the soft sound of Lockjaw snoring coming from his partially open door. That night, Elias jacked off furiously several times, replaying the scene in his head, until finally drifting off to sleep in the sperm-covered sheets. —- The present… “Yes fucking way…” Elias replied to Tex. “Just don’t say anything…” “No man… look…” Tex said, pointing up at the metal security door that led from the roof top to the main stairwell of the building. Elias’ mind briefly went back to what he had read in the briefing. The exterior door was a steel door, rated for 2.5 hours of fire protection. The strongest they make. Elias walked over and slowly ran his hand along the door, pushing in the center on the off chance that maybe the door was just really weak. It didn’t budge when he pressed hard. Which made whatever had slammed hard into the door… strong. The center of the door bowed out, like someone had repeatedly slammed a sledge hammer into the center in a desperate attempt to get out or escape something inside the building. Somehow, the door had withstood the onslaught. “What in the fuck…” Elias said, unable to contain his disbelief.

I will always retain affection for this highly imperfect man, because when he stepped up in 2012 to endorse gay marriage, he paid a steep political price at the time. Obama's aides and staff were furious with him, he was shut out for quite some time. That allowed my nephew and his now husband to marry and adopt a daughter. There is no such thing as a perfect person or elected official. I rather liked his off-the-cuff style, even with his well-documented blunders.

I think the worst I've done is leaving old expired condoms on the dash of my car. Then putting oil based lube in a silicone based bottle. I've found that most tops don't notice or don't care if the condom breaks. They keep going. I did have a guy slip me something while we were playing. I woke up later that night with some young guy deep in my hole. When I messaged him and told him he didn't have to do that I would have gladly let that guy fuck me too, he sent me pics of 2 other cocks that had been in my while I was out.

Actions always have consequences, sometimes minor and sometimes not. If someone isn't prepared to be judged for what he's said, maybe he shouldn't say it. Because free speech (as a concept, not tied to a particular legal implementation like the inapplicable-here First Amendment) necessarily means others can speak too, including judging what the first person said or wrote. And as for "if not here, then where?" I would point out that even this site has rules, so it's not a case of "anything goes". There's a huge difference between (A) providing a site where people can discuss behavior that may be frowned upon by society at large, but which isn't harmful to anyone else and (B) providing a place for people to brag about doing truly malicious things. Celebrate being a shit person if you want, but don't demand that no one else call you out for being a shit person.

Eros you always gotta make things compicated! The purpose of my requesting no judgy comments is simply to encourage ppl to share their stories without reprisal, and if not here as a platform, then where? I don't think it's a stretch to speculate that depravity scales with all sorts of risky and deviant behaviours that would be considered evil, if not in a religious sense, at the very least, in a dungeons and dragons sense. So, I simply wanted to enable dialogue to provide shared insight with other like-minded deviants to anonymously comment about shit they've done and their thoughts on things. To put it blatantly, sluts do fucked up shit. That's my hypothesis, how many and how fucked up, who knows, but why not talk about it? Whether I'm gratifying these behaviours is irrelevant and the request for no judgy comments is hardly unique. Are only select topics allowed to have this privelege? This doesn't need to be a philosophical converstion, the point is for ppl to just share if they choose to, any stories that come to mind of fucked up things they may have done without people being mean and hypercritical. I know that you know full well that's all I was asking for too. geez did you have a bad day or something? and as for 'evil' in the title, you know that I'm not religious nor was it intended as judgemental word. It's just an adjective, a 😈-like desciptor, not a judgement and its meaning is completely dependent on the reader's perspective on the relatively abstract notion of what might constitute evil in a sex context. Now the vibe's all weird and no one's gonna share ><

Really hot. Family is so special

The most important thing is to connect with the partner. Enjoy the sensations and try not to focus too much on whether the hand is in or out. You have to be mentally ready to receive the hand. For months I had my arse opened by a couple of friends, but I froze as soon as I felt we were almost there. And finally it was another person with smaller hands who entered without me realising. From then on, I knew it was possible and I very quickly started to take any hand that was offered to me. Get ready to discover a hunger and sensations that are simply phenomenal, and enjoy them and pass them on. There's nothing more beautiful than a guy with an open arse.

Be hot to have my hole shaved and prepped then fucked 💋

Ass preferred, but looking straight into his eyes at that magic moment is something very special to witness.

Hot

My cunt hole, ready for breeding any time, any way, anyone, anywhere... no limits, cum one cum all... will travel ANYwhere for a load(s).

Tons of times! If I already swallowed a load and/or got bred I'm willing to get more cum from anyone at that point. Sometimes it's best to go after the unattractive guys. Easiest guys to get off quickly & if you're in the mood to get bred they're more likely to do it without much thought.

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.

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.

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

I LOVE sucking anon cock, have sucked way more anon cock than guys I knew. I LOVED CL it was so easy to find guys who just wanted to get sucked off. I traveled a lot for biz and having a hotel room for a DL guy to stop by and get sucked was awesome. Have sucked at ABS GH and like that too, but there's something about walking into a guys hotel room or him walking into mine, me on my knees just going to work on his cock. They cum, I swallow and they're on their way. I thank them, never get a name or anything just their loads.

It was pretty east to meet guys via Craigslist back in the 90s. Doublelist is the closest equivalent nowadays, but it does not seem nearly as productive, and full of fakers who dont show up.

, my blog on this site consists of nothing but true accounts of pnp sex I have had over the years, and a number of my experiences include someone who is experiencing pnp for the first time, as well as a few guys having their first pnp AND their first gay sex... in fact, I tell the story my own first experience with T with an incredibly hot Army Helicopter Pilot in my post : ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE KARMIC CHEMFUCK , many years later I still get hard thinking of that first time. Others that include guys having their first pnp experience include: ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE JERSEY BOY GIVES INTO TEMPTATION and ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE GUESS WHOS COMING TO THE PARTY, ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE EXCELLING AT CUSTOMER SERVICE RENTAL SURPRISE, and several guys have their first pnp in the posts about an extremely hoT and long party weekend in P'town that takes a number of chapters to relate... I think you'd enjoy them.

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

I will also add that years later when I started to have group play I noticed that I just sat back and watched until someone more dominant came and pulled me into the group. I didn’t really understand at the time I was being submissive but looking back it was a clear sign. lol.

As for people complaining about Biden being too old or having “old man ways”, etc. He’s literally less than 3 years older than Trump! LESS THAN 3 YEARS DIFFERENCE IN AGE! It’s widely known that Trump has to wear diapers due to incontinence of his bowels. There are hints that he’s also dealing with bladder incontinence. His father was a dementia patient at this stage of life, and Trump has been demonstrating behaviors very similar to those of dementia patients., and more recently advanced stage dementia patients. There’s serious concern that he’s currently showing symptoms of severe congestive heart failure and cardiovascular disease with possible signs of strokes. His mental health hasn’t been stable for decades, and it hasn’t been improving over the past 15 years. He is incapable of remaining on topic within a single sentence, let alone finishing that sentence. He refers to completely irrelevant subjects and rambles from there. He’s been pardoning not just violent J6 criminals but also people who have been convicted for sexual crimes against children, and involving them in his administration! He made the illegal sweetheart deal with Ghislaine Maxwell moving her to the minimum security prison and giving her work release, which there are federal laws specifically forbidding people convicted of child trafficking like Maxwell from getting either of those things! Trump is hyper fixated on having tariffs and using the threat of them as a bargaining tool in international trade negotiations, which has completely and utterly cut the US off from all meaningful international trade agreements! Combined with Trump’s erratic behavior and decision making plus his extremely close relationship with Vladimir Putin, no other country in the world currently trusts the United States, not even our oldest and closest friends and allies! We’ve been isolated from our support system, which is the single largest threat to our country’s national security! WE HAVE NEVER ONCE WON ANY WAR WITHOUT THE DEDICATED ASSISTANCE OF OUR FRIENDS AND ALLIES NOR CAN WE EVER WIN ANY FUTURE CONFLICTS WITHOUT THEM! WE HAVE ALWAYS REQUIRED A TEAM COMPOSED OF DIVERSE MEMBERS IN ORDER TO QUICKLY INNOVATE, ADAPT, AND OVERCOME ANY ENEMY WE HAVE BEEN VICTORIOUS OVER! WHENEVER WE HAVE NOT USED THAT APPROACH WE HAVE LOST MISERABLY! HISTORY DEMONSTRATES THIS CLEARLY! But please explain to me exactly how it’s all Joe Biden’s fault that our country is in this rut!

Friends of mine where not allowed to enter Florida from Europe to stay at their timesharing appartement. They where stopped when entering the USA, hours interogated buy border control and ordered to return to Europe just because they where 2 guys seeming to be gay. This administration is on the hunt for people, and i think it will het worse.

@Medwaym Wouldn't be one of my stories with it, lol @nymidtowneast Who knows? Lots of characters in play in the later chapters. @PozBearWI Definitely one of several possibilities I had written down @BoYGaSM Who knows.... not me.... 😛 @LthrRaw Glad you enjoyed it. Definitely where I am going with the story. @curiousaboutbb Sorry, was busy last week and this. Just got a chance to finish the chapter. @pozpopperpig Sorry for the delay. Hope this chapter is up to par. @leatherpunk16 Yeah, I try to be as complete on my scene building and mapping out what the character is doing as I can. There will be a few twists, that can be certain. 😉 Sorry for the delay this week. Had to work extra and just got a day off today. Hope everyone enjoys! And as always, don't hesitate to make suggestions or guesses. Never know what might be correct or added to the story. 🙂 ---------------- Lesson 5: The Seed- Finding Purpose and Happiness in Life and Work Quickly, I shoved the cash quickly back into the envelope and stuffed it in my back pocket before walking into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter. Turning my attention to the box of cigars, I took it out and quickly counted how many there were. Taking in the dark brown sticks, clad in a bright red wrapper and a scorpion on the side, I did a quick bit of mental math. I would have to smoke at least 3 a day to finish them in a week. Looking over at the clock, which now proudly said 12:07, I looked around for the list left by my parents, inwardly glad there would plenty of time to get everything done, smoke the first cigar, and then get ready for the dinner tonight. I worked quickly in silence, vaguely aware at the slick damp feeling in my asscrack as two fresh poz loads slowly seeped out of the abused remains of my ass. Satisfied the dishes were loaded and running, the laundry was collected and running, and making a quick run around downstairs with the small vacuum my mom kept in the kitchen, I then sat down at the kitchen table before pulling out the first cigar. Previously, Mike and Greg had either given me their already prepared cigars, or in the case of today, an already prepared unlit one. My memory quickly went back to watching them cut and prep them the night before. Still slightly unsure, I decided to turn to the internet, hoping there would be decent instructions on how to cut it. As soon as I opened my phone, a sudden ding of a new message caused me to nearly drop it. Just as Greg had promised, it was a group text with a picture of me in the sling. Holy fuck, I thought to myself, I look so fucking hot. There on the screen was me, legs up in the air with a gaping open asshole, glossy white cum drooling out of the wrecked remains of my tight asshole, and my freshly shot load sprayed across my face and chest. The look on my face was one I had seen a few times on a porn of someone after a hard fucking; eyes slightly glazed, face flushed, and a trail of cigar smoke drifting up from the short cigar nub sticking out of my jaw. I really did looked like a freshly fucked whore on one of the BDSM sites I had checked out on a whim one night a year or two ago. Instantly, I felt my dick get harder and my asshole got a slight ache, reminding me of the fun I had just had. I eventually had to shake myself out of it as I saw the tell-tale bubble with three dots appear as Mike typed out his reply. Damn! I missed you smoking your first full cigar! Mike’s message popped up quickly, followed by, You look so fucking sexy boy! Wish I could have stayed and fed you more. Feeling myself blush slightly, I could only muster a quick thanks, before minimizing the text and going to the web, looking up quickly how to properly cut a cigar. Following the instructions to the letter, I cut the cigar, and hoping it was correct, swept the remains of the cigar’s cap into my hand, as I learned it was called. Tossing the bits of tobacco into the trash, I grabbed the lighter and stepped out the back door into my yard, shoving my phone into my pocket. “Jesus…” I groaned to myself, as the heat and humidity hit me with actual physical force, the epitome of the midwestern summer, “It’s like the ass crack of Stan today." Slowly, I trudged towards the woods lining our property line, cigar in one hand and lighter in the other. I was hoping that maybe in the shade, it would be better to smoke the cigar, knowing that if I were to try and smoke it in the sun, I’d likely melt or die of heat exhaustion. There was only some relief as I stepped into the shade, making my way deeper into the woods. Growing up, I was thankful that there was a park so close to our house, with just a 5 minute walk through the woods to reach the path. Today I was actually equally glad, though I guess for a different reason. Eventually I reached about 2/3 of the way to the park path, finally cooling off in the shade of the trees and sitting on the trunk of an old fallen tree. Thankfully it was probably a good ten degrees cooler under the trees. Sitting down, I slowly let myself catch my breath, realizing that the short walk in the humidity had actually taken my breath away somewhat. Looking at the cigar in my hand, I contemplated what to do next for a moment. Should I light the cigar first, then take a selfie, or take it while? Quickly, I decided on the former, and thinking back to what Greg had done, I lit my lighter and held the flame under the foot of the cigar. I slowly began to puff on it, rotating it between puffs. Instinctively, I felt my dick begin to harden. Satisfied I had it lit, I took it out of my mouth, looking at the end of the cigar. Thankfully, it was fully lit, with an even bright red cherry across the foot as the internet had instructed. Shoving it back in my mouth, I began to puff on it. Looking around, I took in the quiet scenery, while slowly rubbing my dick on the outside of my shorts. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and took a quick selfie before sending it to the group text. Horny, I pulled down my pants and began to stroke my dick, as I puffed on the large cigar in my mouth. A quick sound of a twig breaking caused me to suddenly rocket upright and look around, afraid someone had somehow came upon me while feeling myself up half naked in the woods. My heart started beating hard as I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, like a scared kid who had just had his parents walk in on him. However, I saw nothing there. No person telling me off, not even an animal. Letting out a sigh of relief, I let out a large cloud of smoke I hadn’t even been aware of sucking in. Suddenly, the sound of my phone dinging caused me to jump. Quickly, I opened the phone and looked at the screen. Fuck yeah, good to see you’re an eager smoke pig, Greg had replied, quickly followed by a grinning devil. Soon after I got a message from Mike, I want you make sure to suck that thick smoke down. Feed those lungs and make your daddies proud. Still feeling slightly jumpy for no reason, I slowly began to walk through the woods, puffing on the cigar and sucking in most of the smoke, only occasionally coughing slightly from the strong smoke. Time flew by rather quickly as I was quickly over half way done smoking the cigar. The whole time, my cock was hard and throbbing in my shorts, the feeling of the rough fabric of the jock rubbing against my cock head slowly driving me crazy. Suddenly, a somewhat wicked thought crossed my mind, and switching to my camera app, I pulled my pants and the jock back down, before posing with my cock in hand. Moving the cigar to the corner of my mouth, I eventually got the phone positioned down and took a quick video of me sucking in a large draw on the cigar, while slowly jacking my cock, before groaning out a cloud of smoke. I then sent the short clip to Greg and Mike, and walked over to a tree and leaned against it, smoking more and working my cock, occasionally spitting on my cock and using it as lube. Feeling more and more horny, reached around to my hole with a free hand and slowly began to finger myself. Eventually I looked down at my feet when I noticed the used condom. The sight surprised me at first. I had heard of rumors that guys would hook up in the woods in the park, but growing up, I’d never seen any evidence of it before. Moving it slightly with my foot, I had to admit I was impressed. Not only did it look to be a magnum, but whoever it belonged to must cum by the bucketful, as the condom looked almost more like a water balloon. My mind began to wander, imaging myself in the woods late at night bent over and taking a load from this mysterious stranger when my phone dinged again. Pulling out my fingers from my well fucked hole, I pulled the mostly smoked cigar from my mouth, and then stuck the cum coated digits into my mouth, enjoying the taste of poz cum on my tongue before looking at my messages. Hot fucking neg smoker pig. Thinking of us breeding you while you haul on that cigar? Mike asked, before a picture of his hard dick showed on my screen. Next, Greg’s message came across the screen. Can’t wait to lock that cock of yours up and make you go beg for loads from random strangers like a proper cumdump. No loads refused. Fuck that sounds hot, I replied, jerking my cock faster as I imagined exactly that. A random group of faceless men all lined up to take a turn at my hole, bent over a fallen tree as I smoked a fat cigar. In my imagination, one of the guys fucking me leaned over before growling in my ear “Fucking take my diseased load, whore,“ and then with one final slam, the guy buried himself deep in my ass and flooded it with his cum. Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten up before shooting a massive load on the ground. As I continued shooting, I felt myself drawing hard on the cigar, desperate to feed my lungs the smoke. Breathlessly, I felt my whole lower abdomen shudder as the aftershock of my ejaculation shook my body. Pulling the mostly smoked cigar out of my mouth, I dropped it on the ground before crushing it under my foot. Slowly I let myself recover, amazed at how hard and how much cum I had shot at the idea of being a whore in the park at night. Spent and feeling slightly boneless, I pulled my pants and jock back up, not bothering to wipe the remaining cum from my cock before trudging back through the woods back to my house. ——— Dinner was a boring affair as always. Mom gushing about my sister and her impending wedding plans near the end of the summer. Endless questions about caterers and flowers and the invitations. My brother, dad and fiancé heatedly talked about whatever team they were wanting to go to the Super Bowl, and other statistics, with me just agreeing in a bored tone of voice with whatever thing my dad would ask me for agreement about the college team at my school. Unfortunately, our family had a strict no cellphones at the table rule. Eventually my attention turned to the hot waiter at the other tables, my mind fantasizing about the sizable bulge in his pants. Imagining what we would do, how he’d compare to Greg and Mike, what his status might be. “Everything ok sweetheart,” my mother suddenly asked, drawing my attention away from my thoughts suddenly. “Huh?” I asked, not really registering what she had asked. “God, why can’t you act like you want to be here Riley,” my sister pouted, crossing her arms across her chest and her voice getting into that fake annoying high pitched she’d use while we were kids to get sympathy from my parents, “You just can’t stand not being the center of attention for once, can you? Just out to ruin everything of mine!” “Uh… No…,” I replied, perplexed at the sudden childish behavior coming from her, not seeing one of her tantrums for years, “What’s your problem?” “Jen, baby, he’s probably just tired from mowing those yards today,” her fiancé replied in a sickly sweet tone, apparently used to this behavior and trying to calm her down. For a second, I was going to thank him for his stepping in. And then I realized I’d forgotten his name. Erin… Erin… something with a E, I thought to myself, my mind struggling to remember it. “Yeah, sorry Jen, just tired. It was just really hot today,” I said lamely, as I mouthed a thank you as my sister turned away, pouting like a child, “What was the question?” “Marcus was just asking if you got your tux yet for the wedding next month,” my mom said with a sigh, rubbing her hand on my sister’s back trying to calm her down before she got up and stormed off, my mother following quickly behind. “Oh, um, yeah,” I said mentally kicking myself at still getting the guys name wrong, “I’ll pick it up next week. Sorry.” “No worries man, she’s just worried about everything being perfect for the wedding,” Marcus replied, shooting a warm smile at me and looking directly in my eyes, “Let me know when you get it done and I’ll make sure Jen gets the message.” I shuffled slightly in my seat, suddenly keenly aware that Marcus was actually not bad looking, and my jock was definitely rubbing on my semi hard cock again. Thankfully the check for dinner came shortly after, and one quiet car ride later, I went upstairs and changed to my preferred tank top and basketball shorts. The sun was finally down, and the temperature, although still muggy, was now decent. Looking at my phone, I was actually somewhat sad that there was still no reply after the afternoon’s events from Greg or Mike. Sighing, I pulled out my laptop and slowly started scrolling through several porn sites, making sure the volume was off as I browsed, hearing my brother’s tv from the other room through the paper thin walls. Leaning over the side of the bed, I dug through my backpack before finally finding my wireless earbuds. Putting them in and connecting them to the laptop, I slowly started skimming porn, not really finding much to interest me. I sat there for a second, frustrated, before deciding on a whim starting a search for things like poz and bug chasing. Several videos later, I felt my dick throbbing hard, and my balls ached for release. Looking over at the clock, I suddenly realized it was now 11pm, and pulling out one of the earbuds, listened for any sounds. All that met me was the muted sounds of my brother snoring in the other room, and the dull sound of waves from my parent’s white noise machine. Leaning back over the edge of the bed again, I pulled out from under the bed the lighter and one of cigars, thankfully already prepped earlier while I was still alone in the house. Quietly, I went downstairs, before slipping on a pair of old tennis shoes and making my way into the woods, thankful for the nearly full moon lighting my way. Satisfied I was out of sight from my house, I quickly got the cigar lit and started walking towards the park path, knowing that I could use the light from one of the street lamps along it for the photo. Slowly I trudged through the deeper part of the woods, using my phone’s flashlight to light the way as I quietly puffed away on the cigar, occasionally inhaling hard and enjoying seeing the large cloud of smoke coming out of me. Finally, I made it to the path, and made my way to one of the benches. Sitting down, I took a quick shot of myself, spreading my legs and puffing on the cigar before taking the picture and sending it. I sat there for a few minutes smoking in silence, waiting for a reply before finally guess that Greg and Mike had to be in bed. After a few minutes, I noticed two guys briefly make eye contact with me before suddenly walking off the path and into the dark woods. Amused, I knew immediately that this had to be where the rumors of people cruising the park and fucking in it at night came from. Curious, I wondered to myself if one of them was Mr. Big Shot, as I had nicknamed the mystery guy who had filled the condom in my mind. Slowly I let my hand drift to my crotch and occasionally rubbed it when someone came walking down the path, quickly making eye contact with me. I straightened up out of reflex, sitting properly on the bench. The man was dressed somewhat similar to me, with black hair, and a baseball cap on backwards, a slight beard on his face. Thinner than me but taller. Easily 10 years older. Stopping, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and white pack of cigarettes. Expertly, he flipped the pack open and bringing it to his lips before closing the box again and putting it in his pocket. Patting his pockets, he let out a muttered curse before walking up to me. “Hey man, got a light” he asked, his voice deep. I wordlessly reached into my pocket before pulling out the lighter and handed it to him. I watched as his quickly lit up and took a deep drag on the cigarette before tilting his head back and blowing out a huge cloud of smoke with a sigh. “Fuck I needed that,” he said, handing me back the lighter, “Thanks man.” “Um, sure,” I said, unsure what to say and feeling suddenly horny watching the guy hauling the smoke in, “No problem.” “Why don’t we walk together and I’ll give you a proper thank you,” he asked, looking down at the bulge in my pants as my my cock threatened to pop out of the jock. “Uh… I… sure,” I said, making it sound more like a question instead of an answer. Getting up, I followed behind the man as we suddenly took a sharp right off the path, working deeper into the woods, with only the faint light from the lamp post and the moonlight to lead the way. Unsure if this would be ok, I contemplated texting Mike and Greg to get permission, but then the fact they were likely asleep crossed my mind again. I stopped myself and thought back to the texts earlier in the day. They seemed keen to the idea of me getting fucked by strangers. But still, a part of me wanted to make sure. Thankfully, the guy didn’t leave me of a choice as he suddenly stopped and turned around, pulling my pants and jock down and giving my dick a few tugs. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind me getting a random blowjob. “Nice piece of meat there, man,” he said, and suddenly he was kneeling down on the ground, and after taking a hard drag on the cigarette, began to immediately deep throat my dick. I fought the urge to start moaning as I let the guy go to town, sucking my cock. Occasionally, he’d pull off before taking a huge draw on the cigarette before going back to sucking me hard. I stood there and tried to hold off on cumming, enjoying the feeling of his throat hugging my dick as I began to match each deep draw on the cigar with his cigarette. Slowly my free hand drifted the back of his head, gently guiding him how fast and slow I wanted him to go before finally I felt myself getting close. “Fuck, I’m getting close, man,” I groaned quietly, feeling the load building in my balls. Suddenly, he pulled off, and slowly started working my cock, delaying me. “Suck me off after,” he asked, moving his hand up and down as he took another drag off the cigarette. “Yeah man,” I groaned, wanting to feel the release of of my load. Suddenly, he dove down on my cock and started sucking it hard and fast, quickly making me shoot. His mouth was like a vacuum, sucking every last drop of my cum out and swallowing it. I could only hold the back of his head to keep him from moving as I puffed hard and fast on my cigar as I kept pumping shot after shot down his throat. Finally, he began to tap on the front of my thighs, and pulled my quickly softening cock out of his mouth. “Tasty load, guy,” he said, flicking the spent cigarette off into the dark as he stood up, “Mind if I smoke that while you suck me? That thing smells awesome.” I nodded, giving him the mostly smoked cigar and watched as he immediately started hauling on the cigar while pulling his pants down, surprisingly not wearing any underwear. I let him slowly push my head down to his cock and I began to suck it, hoping I would be able to fit the large member into my mouth. Looking up at his stomach, I noticed a few tattoos, but in the low light, I couldn’t make out much. Languidly, he began to fuck my mouth, holding both hands on my head as he took long strokes in and out of my mouth, all the while taking hard hauls on the cigar. Slowly I worked my hand up to his asshole, surprised to find it slick. “Yeah, got a several anon loads at the toilets earlier,” he chuckled, “Hope you don’t mind.” I began to finger him with first one then several fingers, slowly working his prostate as his began to take irregular stocks. “Fuck yeah man,” he growled around the cigar, his grip on my hard tightening, “Work those loads in me and swallow my swimmers all down.” I could taste the precum flowing out of his cock as I worked his prostate even more. “Fuck, here’s it comes man,” he said, suddenly pulling back and jacking his surprisingly large dick out almost all the way, leaving only the head in my mouth, “Slurp my jizz down man!” Suddenly, he was cumming, quickly flooding my mouth as I struggled to swallow the massive amount of creamy cum as it felt like an endless stream of sperm shot out. Eventually, after several mouthfuls, he sighed and pulled out, wiping his dick along the side of my face. Pulling me up, he brought me close to him before taking a deep drag on the cigar, before locking lips with me and making out. We stood there for a few minutes, the taste of each others' loads and the smoke mixing on our entwined tongues before finally he pulled back. “Thanks for the light man,” he said, grinning as he suddenly pulled his pants up and began to walk off. “Thanks… you too,” I said breathlessly, still recovering from the high of what we had just done. “Hope I can catch you around, maybe drop a load in each other,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the cigarettes again, this time with using my spent cigar to light it as he walked off. Quietly, I pulled my pants up and after making sure I had my phone and lighter, I made my way back through the woods. I snuck back into the house and after putting my phone back on the charger, promptly passed out on my bed.

WEEBLE AND WICOMB Assmunch was on a tear trying to keep all the guys movin to clean up the barracks before clear out. I didn’t mind much cuz I wanted to get out of there too so I could spend the rest of the day with Wicomb. I gotta say though I kept findin my eyes goin to Assmunch’s friend Kevin. Now that was a nice piece of man right there. He looked a little uncomfortable in those tight slacks and white dress shirt that didn’t hide nothin of what he had goin on. But that hair, and those dreamy eyes, eyes almost as nice as Wicomb’s. I was used to seein muscles, hell Sleeper and Zeus were damn near perfect, but somethin bout seein ‘em move in tight fabric like Kevin had on was so fuckin distractin. Nice meaty bulge too, not like I was starin or nothin. It was just, well… there, ya know? Hard to miss was all. It would be easy for a civilian to seem awkward or out of place, but Kevin wasn’t none of that, just walkin around easy as you please like he belonged. When the brothers teased him about his hair he just gave ‘em an easy grin like he didn’t care. Whatever he said back was too low to hear, but it made the brothers smile or laugh. Just comfortable in his own skin, I guess he was. Sorta like Assmunch. Some guys just knew who they were and that was that, with nothin to prove. That was easy for big guys like Kevin. “He’s definitely something, isn’t he?” I heard Wicomb say. I froze like a mama deer hearing a twig snap. “Relax, Victor.” He continued, puttin a hand on my shoulder. “I’ve been checking him out too. He’s got a lot to look at.” I glanced back at him, still uncertain if I was caught doin somethin bad. Lookin was one thing, but I had to try to remember if I had gone over the line. Wicomb chuckled. “Bud, you don’t have to worry. It’s cool.” Damn. He definitely caught me. Crap. I wondered if he figured out I liked guys. That was gonna ruin everythin. It was one thing to do Wicomb a favor for bein nice to me on that trip to North Carolina, and a whole nother thing for him to think I was gay. If he figured it out he probably wouldn’t want to be my friend. I felt a panic start to crush my chest. “Hey, I gotta ask Assmunch somethin, you mind strippin my bunk? I’ll be right back.” I rattled out in a rush. Wicomb looked confused. “Uh, sure bud.” I couldn’t walk away fast enough. I wasn’t lookin for Assmunch, I needed a quiet corner to get myself under control. FUCK! Okay, no more lookin at no one, I gotta be cool. Just around Wicomb. The brothers didn’t care or even notice if I stared at them. Sleeper kinda loved it actually, gettin stared at when he shook that butt of his. I swear he made his dick and balls flop around on purpose when he walked around naked. He’d stretch or yawn while he was standing naked in front of you, darin you to drink in an eyeful. He drove me fuckin crazy sometimes. I loved it. I guess I got too comfortable when none of the guys cared, and we all just accepted more than the usual examination by our brothers. Hell, when your platoon had an actual pissin for distance contest in the showers, then some of them went for a cum-shootin contest, no one cared who was lookin. Footlong even let us feel the weight of his big ole dick once, givin anyone who wanted to a chance to feel what a real big dick felt like. Just the once though, and I think he did it so the guys would just stop talkin about it. He seemed embarrassed by it. I think I’d have to explain to Wicomb. It honestly wasn’t no big deal. Sure Kevin was beautiful, but it was because he was exotic, you know, so different from the Bravos with his long wavy hair like a pro wrestler. “You good Weeble?” Shark asked when he passed me in the hall as I was leanin up against the wall slowin my breath down. I nodded. “Yeah, just had a moment. I’m good, brother.” Shark tilted his head and knitted his eyebrows together, fixin me with a hard stare. “If you’re lying, I’m going to beat it out of you. You’re either good, or you speak up, got it?” It was the concern in his voice that finally relaxed me. My brother would be there for me if I needed it. Just knowing that…well it made me NOT need it, if that makes any sense at all. I smiled. “Yeah Shark, thanks. I’m good now.” He nodded. “Just so you know, it’s when you don’t smile that we know. And we know your fake smile too. Any one of us will have your back, bro. You just pick one of us.” Fuck these were just the best guys. “Thanks for that. I love you, brother.” Shark reached out and pulled my head into a quick arm lock. I felt a kiss on the top of my skull. “I love you too, brother. Get back to your friend. He’s standing there looking like an idiot.” Well, shit, I couldn’t go back bawlin like a baby so I dried the tears before they could fall out of my eyes. I knew walkin back that I’d have to tell Wicomb. If he was the guy I thought he was, or who I hoped he would be, then it wouldn’t matter and he’d still be my friend. If he didn’t understand, then I figured I had plenty of better men in my brotherhood to be friends with. It was kinda funny how we all just tracked each other with part of our attention all the time. We knew immediately when somethin was out of the ordinary. Yeah, my Brothers were all I really needed, if it came down to it. The words sounded good, but I knew it would hurt if that happened, just like it always had. I took a breath before walkin back into the bay. Wicomb knew the barracks drill and my beddin was nowhere to be found, already deposited in the canvas laundry cart sittin at the end of the bay with an Army green AIRBORNE B1A stenciled on the fabric. He’d even rolled my mattress. I walked up with a smile. “Well that brought back all sorts of unpleasant memories.” He said. I guess he was talkin about the clear out. I saw Wanker across the way sittin on Bootlicker’s shoulders shovin who knows what crap up into the ceiling and replacing the ceiling tile. Those two were always up to somethin but they had each other. It seemed like they each found somethin they needed in the other one. But Bootlicker was the boss of all that, whatever it was. “What are they doing?” Wicomb whispered in my ear, throwin his really good feelin arm over my shoulders. I shrugged. “Secret Bootlicker stuff. We don’t ask. Assmunch might know.” “So, all of you have nicknames?” He asked. “Yup, it kinda just happened early on. A couple of the guys started it the first week, and after our first Barracks Bitch Saturday everyone had a nickname. A couple changed along the way, like Assmunch, but most stuck that first week.” I answered. “So what’s yours? Killer? Pit bull? The TERMINATOR?” He emphasized that last one dramatically with an Arnold accent. I laughed. “We don’t have no names like that, it’s all just fun. I’m Weeble.” “Wait…what’s Barracks Bitch Saturday?” Wicomb interrupted. I wasn’t sure how far to go to explain, and was saved by Sleeper in all his glorious nakedness. I saw Wicomb give Sleeper a long, slow once over while Sleeper waited patiently for Wicomb’s eyes to stop roamin. A cocky grin was plastered on his incredible face. “Damn.” I heard Wicomb say under his breath. “You should see Zeus. He’s a BIG GODDAMN when you see him naked.” Sleeper said. “Barracks Bitch Saturday was our only night without the fucking Sarges breathing down our fucking necks, so we had a party in the barracks. One brother got picked to be our slave, the unlucky fuck. Maybe Weeble can tell you about his turn at Barracks Bitch. I’d say you’ll find his second and last times the most noteworthy. Right Weeble?” I shot Sleeper a glare while his handsome prick face grinned with pretend innocence. “Well? What happened?” Wicomb asked. I scowled at Sleeper, who just winked at me. “I thought we weren’t tellin.” I said with a growl. Sleeper put his hands on his hips. “Oh, I think Wicomb can be trusted.” Then Sleeper’s grin dropped and a look passed over his face that I recognized from when I told them about what Delnick and Barnell had done to me. “You can be trusted, can’t you Wicomb?” What was happenin? A look passed between Sleeper and Wicomb. Just the tone in Sleeper’s voice caused the other Bravos within earshot to stop what they were doin and look over at us with a serious look. What the fuck was happenin? “Hey Sleeper, yeah, Wicomb’s good. It’s no big deal.” I said, tryin to smooth things over. “Victor…? What’s going on?” Wicomb asked softly, frozen in place. Sleeper stepped up close, pretty much pressin his naked body against Wicomb, and his eyes never left Wicomb’s face, they were exactly the same height. “Weeble means a fucking lot to us.” Sleeper said in a whisper no one else could hear. “Treat our brother with respect. He likes you, pretty boy, so If you’re just here to use him, fuck off or we’ll fuck you off.” And with that, Sleeper moved to the side and his face resumed its cocky grin. “The second time he was Barracks Bitch. That’s the best one. And Weeble? Tell him ALL of it, then you’ll know.” And then Sleeper walked away. “Hoooooly fuuuuuucckkkk.” Wicomb breathed out. “I’m sorry Wicomb, I didn’t know he was gonna do that.” I said, feelin really bad for Wicomb. That was a little mean of Sleeper, Wicomb hadn’t done nothin. “No, Victor. He’s right, and I’m glad you have guys like him to watch out for you. If I was more like Sleeper none of that bullshit back at Bragg would have happened to you. Look, let’s get this shit done so we can go somewhere and talk. I promise it’s nothing bad.” ****************************** ASSMUNCH Sleeper found me finishing up in the day room. He made me roll my eyes the way he just walked around dick out, shaking his perfect ass. I’m sure Kevin was loving every single minute of it. And Sleeper was loving every minute Kevin was loving it. I’d had Zeus get Tim and Kevin out of the bay before I sent Sleeper in to do his thing. I didn’t want them getting the wrong idea about Sleeper, or the Bravos. “You get it done, bro?” I asked my freeballing friend. Sleeper nodded. “Yup. It was exactly how you called it. Hunter Wicomb couldn’t take his eyes off all this foxyness.” He ran his hands over his chest and stomach. “Stone cold sex fox.” I gave him a slow blink and a deadpan look. “Yeah. Uh. Never do that again, ever. Or say those words. I will seriously puke on ‘all that foxy mess’. Ugh.” “FoxyNESS, you fucking asshole.” Sleeper laughed. Which cracked me up too. “I rubbed my dick on him. And I said something stupid.” I gave him a stare. “What did you say Sleeper?” The dick rubbing… well it wouldn’t be the first time Sleeper rubbed his dick on someone. I couldn’t figure out if he was marking them with his scent, or it was an insult, or some kind of dominance thing…whatever, if he was after you he was either going to teabag you or dick wipe you. Not important. Sleeper shrugged and had a sheepish look on his face. “Well he didn’t move back like I expected him to, so we were, like, dick to dick. And that kinda threw me so it didn’t quite come out like we talked about.” “WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?” I swear to God I was going to grab his hanging nuts and yank them backwards up through his perfect ass crack in a nutsack wedgie. “Okay, well he did get the point, let me just say that first, okay?” He pointed both his index fingers at me like two pistols, thumbs cocked. “Message delivered and received.” Why the fuck was he drawing this out? “Say it.” “Okay, I said ‘Weeble means a fucking lot to us. Treat our brother with respect.” He paused. “That’s exactly what we talked about.” I didn’t see a problem. Sleeper looked down. “Um, yeah, well that’s where it went off the rails. I said ‘If you’re just here to use him you can fuck off or we’ll fuck you off.’ “Wha——“. I shook my head. “What the fuck does that even mean? We’ll fuck him off?” Sleeper cringed. “I know. I panicked. I think I called him a ‘pretty boy’ too.” I sighed. “Well you better hope we don’t have to follow through on that. If he was checking you out like you say, he has a much different idea of us fucking him off than you meant.” “I was trying to be clever like you.” I snorted. “You’re the pretty one, dumbass. Not the clever one.” His face changed into what I can only describe as a look of righteous victory. “YES! I’m the pretty one. You finally admit it. HA! Hey, you think my operator designation during ops can be Bravo Fox? That’d be so cool.” After which he turned about face and shook that perfect dumper all the way back down the hall while whistling some made up happy tune. “You’re fucking mental, you know that?” I called out to him as he strutted away. He flipped me the bird over his shoulder. And yeah, I watched those marble boulders of his amazing ass bounce until he turned the corner. *********************** We ended up at Wicomb’s hotel room off post. He wanted to get out of his uniform. I had my duffle and packed ruck with me so I put ‘em by the chair. Our Sergeant Airborne released us and after he gave orders to the randoms and holdovers, he told us Bravos we had four days liberty but we had to report back at 0500 Wednesday. I had nowhere to go. I hoped it was okay if I stayed with Wicomb until he went back to Bragg. “Victor?” Wicomb started as he came out of the bathroom. “I need to be honest with you.” “About what, Wicomb?” Wicomb grinned. “Hey bud, can you… call me Hunter? I mean, if you want to. I’d like that.” I smiled. “Sure Hunter. Wow that sounds weird.” He shook his head. “No, the way you say it, it sounds perfect. ‘Hunner’. It’s your southern accent.” He told me. It did sound weird though, to me. I’d always called him Corporal or Wicomb. But Hunter suited him too, it was a man’s name, strong. “Hunter. Hunter. Yeah, I like it.” I said, smiling up at him. “Do you think I could stay here with you Wic— uh, Hunter? I don’t have nowhere to go until I report back. I can pay you half for the room.” “Dude, don’t worry about it, okay? You can stay with me, and you don’t have to pay me half. ” Hunter Wicomb said. “Thanks, that’s real nice of you Hunter Wicomb.” Okay, I gotta stop that, that was way worse, his whole big name. “But…you only have one bed. I can rack on the floor, I got my bag. This’ll be fun! What do you want to do? I have liberty! Oh! I’m hungry! We just had MRE’s today. Hey, can we go to Burger King?” Wicomb held up his hands. “Slow down, bud! Sure, we can do anything you want. And you don’t have to sleep on the floor in your fart sack, bud. Geez, you really want to climb in that thing when you don’t have to?” I shrugged. “I’m used to it, it’s no big deal.” The truth was - I wasn’t sure if I should sleep in the same bed, I really wasn’t. I don’t know if I could sleep next to Wicomb all night just a few inches from his beautiful face. I probably wouldn’t sleep much. “Fuck. Here goes.” Wicomb said. “Victor, look, I um… shit! Victor, please don’t tell anyone what I’m about to say if I’m wrong, okay?” “I wouldn’t Hunter. You’re a good guy, you’re really nice. You’re my friend, right? I wouldn’t do that to a friend.” But now I was concerned. “Are you in trouble, Hunter? I can help. I know how to do stuff now.” If someone was messin with Wicomb well… I’d fuck ‘em off just like Sleeper said. I don’t know exactly what that meant, but I was pretty sure a beatin was in there somewhere. “No, bud, it’s nothing like that. Okay, I’m just going to say it. Please don’t hate me.” He took a deep breath. “Victor I’m gay, and I thought… well,” he paused. “I like you, Victor, a LOT. I understand if you aren’t. I mean, you’re such a bad ass, nothing stops you. I don’t even know how you got through infantry training but you did. I just thought that, you know… last time….” I was stunned. I had a million things goin through my head. “But you didn’t say anythin. After. Why Wicomb? If you had, it woulda changed everythin.” I should have been happy, right? And I was, truly really. I just wanted to know. I would have done so many things different. And then I realized what I would have missed out on. I never would have taken that offer from my Lieutenant that put me with the Bravos. I never would have learned to be strong. I would never have learned what I could do, what I could endure, and who I really was. I would never have learned what it meant to have brothers like the Bravos. I stood up real slow and went over to Wicomb. In a way, he’d done me a big favor. “Hey, bud… it’s cool.” He said, sounding frightened. “I can go. I’m sorry, it was just a mistake.” “Shut up you idiot.” I said, and it came out surprisinly as a command. I grabbed his head and pulled him down into me for a kiss I’d wanted to lay on him from the moment I first set eyes on him back at Bragg. With every kindness he’d shown me, every pat on my back, every smile he gave me when he said ‘Good morning Private Chambers’ like he was just glad to see me. Because he tried to protect me from the guys in the shop bein assholes to me. No one is happy to see Army Privates unless there’s some distasteful duty that needs doin, but Wicomb was always happy to see me. I came up for air and looked at his stunned face with those dreamy electric blue eyes. Such a fuckin stud. And a great kisser too! “I’m gonna do somethin I’ve been dreaming of.” I don’t know where it came from, this confidence, this control and dominance but I wasn’t stoppin. “I’ve had a thing for you since I first saw you, and you bein nice to me all that time, even after all the shit came down, I just wanted you more. I hope you’re ready, we’re gonna fuck our brains out.” Wicomb gulped. “You don’t want Burger King?” I threw him on the bed. “You’re the only King I need right now. We can eat when we’re exhausted.” I sure hoped he could keep up, but even if he couldn’t I’d fuck myself on his beautiful dick if I had to. The first time was kinda awkward, but I know it was on account of me takin charge when I didn’t know what the fuck I was doin. So I’ll tell ya about the second time. Which was WAY better. “Dang, bud.” Hunter said after the first time, in heaving breaths. “Holy shit you’re a wild animal. So meek and innocent on the outside.” He busted out laughing. “What?” I asked. “Fucking Sleeper…’if you’re just here to use him…’. Is that what he meant when he said you were going to fuck me off? Job well done, soldier. Mission accomplished.” He put an arm over his eyes. “I think you broke my dick with that amazing ass of yours. Holy fuck. I’ve never had the cum vacuumed from my balls before.” I was layin beside him, curled up in his arm tryin to catch my own breath. “Sorry, I just been waitin for that a long time. I kinda got carried away.” He chuckled, it was kinda awesome hearing his laugh and voice through his chest. “Sorry?” He snorted. “The fuck you are.” That made me laugh. I wasn’t, even a little bit. “God I love to hear you laugh. You know Victor, you’re just amazing all the way through. How are you so happy all the time, about everything?” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I just am. It’s better when you laugh and there’s lots of good stuff happenin all the time. Bad stuff happens, but it’s never as much as the good stuff. It never is. So if there’s more of it, that’s what’s important.” And then Hunter rolled over and kissed me. He kissed me like he wanted to, I felt it. I knew, because no one had ever kissed me like that in my whole entire life. It was all soft and tender, but with that intense hunger of a man. This time, Hunter was doin the drivin. Hunter was grinding his nice big cock into my hip. I liked his dick, the way it was surrounded by a dark bush of pubic hair that got thinner before blendin right into his dark leg hair. He also had a little trail of hair up his stomach to his chest where it spread out over his pecs. It wasn’t a lot, just enough to look like a man. See, that was the thing about Hunter I liked the most. Everythin about him was all man. From the way he walked, to his five o’clock shadow, to his slightly hairy muscled chest, his broad shoulders, his sturdy legs and awesome butt…and that dick of his. Nice large hangin balls too. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. “Yeah? You want it again?” He growled in between aggressive kisses. “Yeah, please fuck me.” I breathed. “You’re so sexy. I can’t help it. I want your dick in me so bad.” “Grrrrrrrrr…” he looked me in the eyes with intense hunger. “Fuckin’ hot little muscle body on you. You looked good before, but now… holy shit Victor. Your tight little body gets me going. I love that you could kick my ass if you wanted to.” He broke off and pushed up onto his knees, then grabbed my legs and threw them up, knees to shoulders, bendin me in half. “Look at that sexy tight fucking hole. Shit, that’s nice.” Big tall dark and handsome Wicomb was tellin me I was hot. Damn. He started grindin his big ole dick in my crack, rubbing it all over my asshole and it was drivin me crazy. I reached down to grab it and get it in my hole, but he swatted my hand away. “You had your turn. All you have to do is let me love this hot man under me. I’ll make sure you get everything you want, stud.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearin. He called me a man, and a stud. He started kissin my neck, lickin my ear and movin down lower. I had a moment of confusion and doubt. What was he doin? Where was he goin with that mouth? Yeah, I showered at the barracks when I helped scrub the showers down, but that was a couple hours ago, and he fucked me already once (well…it was more like I rode him like a Triple Crown jockey goin down the back stretch just a head out of first place). I probably wasn’t smellin too good down there, especially after sprayin my cum all over myself. Besides, what do I do? How do I act? I was drunk that one time I 69’d with Barton, and he was the the only guy who’d ever sucked my dick or got anywhere near that part of me with his face. And I was tryin not to remember anythin about that asshole. “Relax, Victor.” Hunter said, grinnin up at me after momentarily takin his long tongue out of my belly button. His hands still pressed down on the back of my knees, pinnin my legs up. I was pretty much at his mercy. “I want to taste all of you. This is a dream come true for me.” Huh? Guys didn’t want to do all that stuff, that was sorta my job doin it for them. A man laid back and let you take care of what he needed, or he pushed you down and worked his dick in you until he came. That’s what turned me on, knowin I was gettin them worked up to cum. I usually didn’t cum if I was just blowin ‘em, mostly cuz it wasn’t about me. I jacked off after, when I was alone. But men like it when it’s all about them. And I liked it when they liked it. Mostly they just wanted to feel their dick in a warm hole and they didn’t take too long to get off, maybe a minute or two. I really liked bein the one that got ‘em off like that. The faster they came, the better I figure I did, and I was pretty good now, I knew. Men didn’t really want to do all that other stuff, the kissin, takin it slow, and definitely not a lot of touchin or talkin. And lickin me? Hell no. So I’m just gonna say it, Wicomb’s mouth felt weird lickin its way down my chest, and it made it so I was thinkin more about what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act (was I supposed to moan, or tell him it felt good? Hell, I don’t know how it felt…I mean, maybe good but did it feel like THEY thought it felt when I did it to them?). I was really worried. It wasn’t as incredible as they made it seem if this was it. Should I feel more? Was I doin it wrong? Was somethin wrong with me? “Hey, bud… relax. What’s wrong?” Wicomb asked, letting my legs go and coming back up to look me in the face. Shit. Yeah, I was doin it wrong, I shoulda moaned or somethin. “Nothin’s wrong, Hunter. You don’t have to stop.” He fixed me with those deep blue eyes and somethin told me I was caught. “You’re not having fun. What’s going on?” He asked. His deep manly voice was so sweet. I tried to smile. “No, I am.” “Victor, you don’t have to lie to me, bud. I want you to enjoy this too. Tell me what’s up.” Now I was embarrassed. Everythin was goin so good and I ruined it by not knowin what the fuck I was doin. You’d think I’d be better at sex, I’d had sex with eight guys, including Wicomb, so you’d think with that many I’d be as good as a professional. Eight guys is a lot. But I had to be at least a little good, or they wouldn’t cum so fast, right? Wicomb sighed, then brought his hand up to my face and stroked my cheek. That felt so good, ‘specially when he looked into my eyes that way. “You’re not used to a guy treating you like this, are you?” He said. “Look bud, good sex goes back and forth, both of you should be enjoying it.” I looked away. “I do enjoy it. I like makin a guy cum. I like bein the one that gets him to cum.” Wicomb chuckled. “Yeah, you’re good at that. Well, better than good. You suck dick better than anyone I’ve ever met. And your ass? The way you work that beautiful thing… fuck! But Victor…sex isn’t always just about getting the other guy off. I mean, that’s great if you don’t have feelings for them, sometimes just busting out a load gets your head back on track. But if you really like the guy, like I really like you, it goes back and forth. Yeah, I could just shove my dick in you and nut real quick, but if that’s all I wanted I could find a hundred guys I could get that from. You’re special Victor. There’s something about you, I’ve seen bigger, more capable men crumble when faced with some of the shit you’ve gone through. You’re so incredibly strong. I didn’t realize that until after you left. I kept thinking about how you showed up at the shop every single day with a smile on your face after the guys started treating you like shit. I’d see the way they hurt you with what they said, but you still tried like hell to be good to them, to treat them with respect, do what they said, to stay happy. You never got sullen, or angry. I know damn well a couple times you wanted to cry, I saw it, but you never did. You just let them be assholes to you and didn’t change who you were because they treated you bad. It takes a strong person… a real MAN… to walk through a situation like that with his head up. Victor, I don’t just like you. I admire you, I want to be more like you, I want to see the world the way you see it, where people are good, filled with optimism and hope. I want to look at every day like it’s going to be the best day. And if I can’t do all that, I want to watch you do it, because somehow when I see you looking at the world with those eager, gentle, kind, smiling fucking BEAUTIFUL eyes it makes my heart soar. I kicked Barton’s ass because I couldn’t stand thinking about how he might have destroyed that smile. And he was being such a smug prick. Why the fuck would he even care? He probably secretly likes dick himself.” I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want Wicomb to know about Barton. Nothin good was gonna happen if he knew. But the rest of what Hunter said hit me kinda deep. He thought about me that much? I still couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know about all that Wicomb.” “Hunter…please Victor?” He was right. It was just because he was older, and I looked up to him that it felt weird calling him by his first name. If I wanted him to be my friend - and I did - I needed to use his first name. “Hunter…do you really think about me that much?” Hunter sighed. “Almost every day, Victor.” He turned on his side and put his arm around me and pulled me into him, his front against my back. He kissed my neck. Man, he felt so warm and good holding me like that. I fit just perfect snugged up in his arms. “I’m glad you wanted me to come visit you. I felt like an idiot that I let you go without telling you how I felt. I was scared to come, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t.” I reached up and grabbed his hand, it was stroking my chest real nice like. “You were scared? What for?” “I was nervous you weren’t gay, even if you gave the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had. I thought I had taken advantage of you. I asked you to go see my brother because I had a huge crush on you. I wasn’t going to try anything, but you kept staring at me. Maybe you don’t realize how you come across when you look at a guy like you do, but it was like I was something incredible in your eyes. Like I was important. It felt like you saw me as some big hero. You just focused all your attention on me. That felt good. I thought I might have forced you into doing something you regretted, and after the rumors started I was afraid you thought it was me who told them. It wasn’t, I didn’t tell anyone, Victor.” I turned around in his arms, ready to look him in those deep dreamy eyes. “I know it wasn’t you, Hunter. I know who did it.” He stared at me. A few seconds went by. I guess he was doin the math. “It was Barton, wasn’t it?” My heart started beating real fast. Would he hate me if he knew? He pulled me tighter in his arms. “That fucking asshole. You sucked his dick, didn’t you?” I tensed up, but he kept going. “You gave him the best blowjob that ugly fuck will ever have in his entire life and he shit on you for it. I’m going to kick his ass again.” Hunter kissed my head again, but didn’t stop, just kept his face pressed against my hair. “I’m sorry, Victor. He shouldn’t have done that.” “You don’t hate me?” I asked weakly into his chest. “What?” He pulled away to look me in the eyes again. It was hard to look back at him. “Hate you for what? Victor, no.” I wanted to believe him. His face got really hard and serious. “Dude, you suck whoever’s dick you want to suck and don’t feel bad about it, ever. Do you understand? It doesn’t make you a slut, or a whore, or anything except a red blooded American male. Sex is awesome! It’s fun, it feels good - even better when it’s someone you love - so enjoy it. It feels good even if it’s just getting your rocks off.” “Yeah, but …. I didn’t have no feelins for him, it just happened because we were drunk. That’s different.” Hunter laughed. “Drunk stupid sex is good too, my man. Sometimes it’s exactly what you need, no feelings, no real concern for who they are, nothing to get in the way of just doing it. Sometimes that makes it even better, knowing it’s only about the dick or ass. Do you think Barton cared about anything except getting his dick drained? I guarantee he didn’t give two shits about you. Did you get off?” It felt weird talkin about this, with him, like it was somehow wrong. But a part of me wanted to be honest. I don’t know why, he just gave me a feelin that it was okay. “Yeah, after he went to sleep.” “Jesus, Victor.” Then - “What a fuckin tool. Look, bud, I think I get it, you like getting a dude off. You like being the one that makes them feel good. I also think you believe they’ll like you more if you let them do what they want to you. There’s nothing wrong with that except it doesn’t really make them like you more. Guys like that only care about getting off. There’s a whole lot more to sex if you let yourself get a little something back too. It’s okay to want more from them. Fuck, now I feel bad about that time in North Carolina. I did it to you exactly the same. I let you blow me and I didn’t give you anything in return.” “Hunter, I wanted to do it that way. I didn’t expect nothin back.” I thought he was bein too hard on himself. I know he didn’t get it, that there was somethin real sexy about a man just takin what he wanted then puttin his dick away and pretendin like nothin happened, even though we both knew he loved it the whole time. It was excitin like that. And it was real good thinkin about it later and jackin off to how I remembered it. That’s how real men were, just happy as pie if they got their balls emptied. Sometimes they said thanks, which felt good too. Sometimes it was just a smile. And later, when they were nice to you or treated you like a normal person it felt extra good. That meant they really appreciated what you’d done for them. Plus, that usually also meant they’d ask you to do it again sometime. “Besides, you did plenty. The way you treated me the whole entire trip, not countin the blowjob… you made me feel really good. That was real important to me.” Hunter sighed. “Maybe I’m the one thinking of it the wrong way then. For you, anyway.” He propped his head up on his elbow and reached out to stroke my face, smilin at me. Hunter had nice teeth, real pretty and white. “Damn you’re cute.” He said. I shrugged. “I’m just me. That’s all.” “Arrrrrgggghhhhh, fucking adorable. It drives me nuts when you do that ‘Aw shucks’ thing.” And he reached out to put his lips on mine, and then his tongue in my mouth. I loved feelin his tongue go past my lips. Hunter did it gentle, his tongue was long so he got it deep in my mouth. It just felt incredible. And he didn’t just leave it in there with his mouth open and pressing down on mine, he moved, sucked on my lips, he played with my tongue, hell, he played with my whole mouth. You could just tell Hunter Wicomb knew what he was doin. I hadn’t kissed but one guy in my whole life, and one girl. But the girl wasn’t no French kiss. She did it on a dare from her friend. And we were just 14, so neither one of us knew what real kissin was. The guy… well that was nothing like this. I gotta be honest, compared to Hunter’s way of kissin, that other guy was sloppy. He was doin it while he fucked me, moaning. He was a nice guy, not much to look at but super friendly. I met him at the mall one time, and next thing you know he was doin me in the back seat of his car. I was just gonna blow him, but he wanted to fuck me too, so I said okay. It wasn’t no big deal. I liked kissin like this a whole lot more. Maybe Hunter was right, it felt different when it didn’t feel like they were doin somethin TO you, like you were doin somethin together. I wasn’t gonna tell Hunter, but I also liked it when they did it TO me, except not kissin. Kissin was way better when it was back and forth, like he said. Alright, enough of all that, I had the sexiest man ever runnin his hands all over me, callin me cute, and kissin me. This time, I let him do it how he wanted. Now that I knew how much he wanted to do it this way, it didn’t feel so weird. In a way, I was givin him what he wanted, and that made me feel good. Real good. It was nice knowin I just had to be me and he liked ‘just me’ a whole lot. When he reached down and started playin with my hole it felt so good. He had my legs spread again, his other hand pinnin my leg against my chest while he never stopped kissin me. He rubbed his dick against my hole and I couldn’t stop myself from moanin. I couldn’t wait until he slid it up inside me. “You like that, huh?” He growled, and the sound of it drove me crazy. He made it sound rough. “It feels real good.” I was feelin all warm and emotional so I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him into me. I wanted to feel his body on me. He pulled his mouth off mine and spit on his hand, then put it back down to wet his dick. His eyes never left mine. He put his dick in me so slow, not like the other guys had fucked me. It didn’t hurt at all, not even a little, and bein a little sore from the first time actually felt even better. I’d never been fucked twice in a row like this. Usually the guy was done right after the first time and we just got dressed. And like I said, most of the time they didn’t last long on account of how I was really good at sex. Damn…DAYUM! Hunter was pretty good at sex too. That was so good when he got all the way in and I felt him pressed all the way against me, just perfectly deep. He stayed there for a few seconds, and I felt his rock hard dick jump. “Oh fuck, Victor. Your tight little hole feels so good.” He said as he moved real slow. He was fuckin me with his whole body, so nice and easy. I was relaxed. I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his butt to feel him move. I wasn’t tryin to control anythin, just wanted to feel him do it. Most guys don’t like you touchin their butt durin sex. Guys that wanted to fuck didn’t want you gettin any ideas about playing with their butt, I learned that my first time with Brody, the football player I told you about. But Hunter loved it. I don’t know what made me take the chance, I only knew I wanted to feel all of him. His ass felt awesome, I could feel it clench and relax as he pumped into me real slow and easy. I kept one hand on his nice butt, and let the other one rub all over his back. All I gotta say is WOW! He was makin my asshole feel amazin! But my body too! I wanted him to fuck me harder, faster…but I also wanted him to keep going like this, nice and slow, deep, then shallow. I couldn’t decide. I think his dick was breakin my brain. Every time he got his dick all the way in, he did this thing where he squeezed his ass and I’d feel his dick jump inside me as he held it there. Then he’d take another pump, but at a different angle. Sometimes he would do short strokes using just a couple inches of his dick. He never stopped kissin me. God, I hoped he wouldn’t cum, I wanted this to go on forever. My whole entire body was movin with him…I was fuckin him back while he was fuckin me, my legs were clenchin around his waist like I was climbin a oak tree, my arms and shoulders were unconsciously flexin with his movements, my head and jaw kissin him while he was kissin me. I started moanin. So much was happenin, so many things were goin on, I couldn’t focus on just my ass, just my mouth on his, my hands all over him, my dick gettin all smushed between our stomachs drivin me crazy too. I didn’t care what was goin on, it felt like every nerve in my body was singin. I’d never been fucked like this before. “Hunter, please don’t stop.” I begged him. “I’ll go as long as you want, stud man.” He growled back. “You are just perfect. Your ass is perfect, your smile is perfect, your body is perfect, the way you fuck is perfect.” “I’m just doin what you’re doin. You’re incredible.” I gasped. “Mmmmmmmm”. Back to not talking. I was all for that. Only two other guys had fucked me face to face like this. Brody back in high school, and George Thibideaux’s dad in his shed out back. He was supposed to be showin me where the lawn mower was for when I came to cut his lawn that summer after graduatin. Showin me the lawn mower took like maybe 15 seconds. The other minute and a half was me on a workbench gettin plowed by Mr. Thibideaux’s six inch dick. You know, I tried not to be disappointed when a guy doesn’t have a big dick, but Mr. Thibideaux’s didn’t feel like much at all. But it didn’t take too long, and he was real nice to me, always smilin and askin me if I needed anythin. Hmmm, maybe plowed wasn’t the right word. Stickin. Yeah, he was stickin me with his six inch dick, not thick at all. That’s what it felt like. He paid me $20 extra every week because he said his lawn never looked better. He always helped me put the lawn mower away in the shed after. That was nice of him, because I always figured that’s what he was payin ME for. And then he’d lift me up onto the workbench and do his thing. And Brody? He liked lookin at my face, but he didn’t kiss. I didn’t care no more about what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act. Everything Hunter was doin left no room in my brain for wonderin about all that stuff. I just kept thinkin how this was the best fuckin I’d ever had. God, I’d let him fuck me all he wanted. I felt like my dick was always on the edge of cumming, like if he just did it a little bit harder I would shoot. He’d been fucking me for ten minutes now, just nice and easy and slow, and it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my whole entire life. And then, he rolled me over until I was on my side, and he had one leg behind me, and one leg in front, with my underneath leg between, and my other leg restin on his chest and shoulder. I didn’t think he could go no deeper, but I was wrong. WAY WRONG. He kept up the same slow strokin, nuzzlin his face against my foot while he pumped his beautiful dick so deep into me. I sure’d never been fucked like this and oh my good gracious! He was pushing up across somethin that felt like he was fuckin the cum out of me. “Harder, please!” I was grunting and breathin real hard now. He didn’t change how fast he was goin, but if felt like he was punchin my asshole in the best way. And he was givin me this look like I was doin somethin to him, only I wasn’t. I was just there, lost in this incredible feelin. I couldn’t stop lookin into his gorgeous blue eyes, those eyes were what I first fell in love with, the very first time I saw him when I transferred into his unit at Bragg. There was electricity in his eyes, like they glowed. “Unngghhh. Yes! Oh please!” He was sendin me into some desperate need for him with his fuckin. “Oh gosh, it feels so good.” “Yeah, buddy. So fucking good.” He grunted out. “Hunter, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” I cried out, and he sped up just a little, but kept goin just as hard. “Come for me, stud man. I want to make you cum.” He punctuated every sentence with a thrust deep up inside me. He musta been fuckin me for 20 minutes now and it was the longest fuck I’d ever had, it was so incredible every single minute from the very start. How was he doin this? We were both sweating, and as he bent over me his face was dripping sweat onto me and I swept my tongue out to swipe a drop from my upper lip. The taste of him sent me over the edge and my dick started spurtin all over the place. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddd.” I cried out. “Fuck me, please fuck me.” I didn’t know what I was sayin anymore, things were just pouring out of me everywhere, my words, my sweat, my cum, heat, and I swear sparks were comin off me too. My head was thrown back and my hands grabbed his hips to pull him into me as hard as I could. “FUCK! ME! FUCK!” I screamed. “YES! Fuck, I’m cumming too! Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He grunted and I knew he was shooting all his cum up inside me. I didn’t think I could feel even better, but knowin I was takin his cum felt so right like I was made for it, like my ass was the place his cum was supposed to go. Usually a guy cums fast, like a few strokes, then pulls out right after. But not Hunter, he just slowed down, got more gentle again, repositioned so we were back fact to face and he started kissin me again while still stroking. “God, it’s still coming.” He said. “It’s so incredible. You’re incredible.” He said between deep tongue kisses. I felt all relaxed, like nothing in the world needed doin except this, except kissin him and holdin him, and keepin my hole on his amazin dick. Too soon, he stopped moving, keeping his dick inside me, but it was goin soft, I could feel. I still didn’t want him to pull it out. I wanted his dick in me all the time. He was murmuring all sorts of sweet things to me, rubbing his face up against mine, his beard stubble rubbin soothinly on my cheek. “You’re so beautiful Victor. Such a sweet man. I love everything about you. You fit so right here in my arms.” No one had ever told me nothin like that, not afterwards, and I couldn’t believe someone like him thought about me that way. I loved the way he called me a man. I loved the way his arms felt like they were comfortin me, not just holdin me in position. I loved how he wanted to touch me with his whole entire body like he was enjoyin how I felt. It was so different from all the other times. It felt like … like …. Together. Like he wanted the same thing as me. “Hunter…” I said. “Thank you for bein nice to me.” I didn’t realize sayin that would start tears fallin from my eyes, but that’s what happened, and I didn’t feel stupid at all. “Hey. Hey.” He said, smiling. He wiped the tears from my cheeks. “You deserve to be treated nice, stud man.” He chuckled, his deep voice makin it sound so sexy. “Well I never made anyone cry before. I must have done something right.” That made me laugh, even though I was still cryin a little. “That was the best sex I ever had. But this part is even better.” He smiled. “Yeah, I have to admit, this part has to be my favorite part so far.” He stroked my buzzed hair and looked deep into my eyes from just an inch away. I sighed. “I could stare at you forever.” He cocked his head. “Am I too heavy? Do you want me to get off you?” “No!” I said real quick. I liked his weight on me. “You aren’t crushin me. Stay like this, okay?” He grinned. “You sure?” And he relaxed, which meant all his weight came down. Oh fuck. Damn, that felt even better, knowin I had all of him pressin down on me. That was the best part of big guys. “Yeah. Just like that. I feel safe.” I just blurted it out, I didn’t know that was gonna come out of my mouth. He whispered in my ear. “You’re safe with me, Victor.” I felt the tears start again and I hugged him real tight

NIGHT JUMP Last jump before Airborne graduation ASSMUNCH I slept good, like the dead. I was never one of those guys who couldn’t climb out of bed in the morning, hitting the snooze button time after time. Hell, I didn’t even use an alarm clock to wake up. I just told my trusty brain what time I wanted to wake up and ‘click’…. Eyes snapped open exactly one minute before said time. I mean, I used to use an alarm clock back in high school, but gradually over those four years I noticed even though I set my alarm I’d wake up a minute before it went off, until I started forgetting to set it at all. I still used a clock though, so when I woke up I knew what time it was, but not here at Airborne. As usual, I was the first one awake and I scanned the bay to do a situational assessment. It was habit by now. Who was here, what was their status, environmental conditions, looking for anything unusual or out of the ordinary. First thing you do waking up on Patrol or in the field. Just because you wake to silence doesn’t mean nothing is happening or there is no danger. Your brain will wake you up if a twig snaps, but won’t tell you it’s a twig snapping, so you scan. ASA, or Advanced Situational Awareness is drilled into you from Basic. You are expected to be on your toes every waking moment, and sometimes your sleeping moments too. If an officer enters your perimeter, even behind your back, you better realize he’s there unless your task requires your complete attention. And for the jackasses out there that think its ridiculous to expect someone to see an officer approach behind their back, you CAN see the behavior of the troops around you. That’s what situational awareness is. It takes maybe a week in Basic, and an untold number of moppings, pushups, garbage details, runs, burpees and you snapped to attention when you saw even a single one of your fellow soldiers do it. If your Sarge REALLY liked you, you’d get to stand guard at the door to Command, all alone, and maintain discipline for hours and salute every time an officer walked by. Everyone who saw you knew what you’d done to deserve that duty and most wore a smirk the first time they passed. From Junior Officers, you got a couple of return salutes, but that was all. From Senior Officers you were lucky if you were acknowledged. After all, when you were Senior, you received a LOT of salutes because just about everyone was saluting you. At that early stage as a new recruit or one striper, some shouts of attention were false alarms, some were pranks, but you did it. You know the best thing to do to someone dozing off in the field or during one of the innumerable waits we endured? Someone shouted ‘attention’ or ‘officer!’ and then you watched them jerk awake in a panic and stand to attention without knowing what was happening. The look of confusion on their face is always priceless. But, you learned situational awareness at the basic level. Being aware and assessing were two different things. So later you learned situation assessment and conditions of your environment. Hours of class and field time were spent drilling it all into your stupid little grunt head by overly irritated and impatient Sergeants. I sure hope you didn’t think being Infantry was all about pointing a gun and pulling a trigger. Well, your mom doesn’t drop you off at the battlefield with a ‘Have a good day, Sweetheart. Shoot lots of enemies. I packed you some Doritos in your lunch today!’. You gotta get there on your own, and that takes skills and ingrained habits to get there alive. Plus, in Modern Warfare we were taught most wars now don’t have ‘fronts’ like in WWI or WWII. The Iraq War was chaotic, we had multiple objectives and missions running continuously all over the country. The push for Baghdad, the crown jewel of Desert Storm, that was the closest we’ve had to a ‘battlefront’. You just didn’t fight head to head in a big line anymore like in the old days. In Modern Urban Warfare, Small Unit Tactics were more useful rather than giant pushes with an entire Brigade or Regiment or even a joint operation. Of course, we were told Iraq was unusual in that regard. Its formal military could be easily distinguished from civilians. It’s a fucking desert, you could recon miles ahead of your position with simple binoculars if it was flat, plus we had so many modern technologies to help that weren’t as useful in the past. Satellites had gotten so much better, so you didn’t have to have a team of analysts working days to decipher a grainy unfocused image, FieldOps Intel had clear images of troops, numbers, equipment, positions every single hour. We had control of the skies (well, not Army, that was the Air Force’s job) with our recon planes and F-15’s, and 50 other aircraft like Weeble’s AH-64 Apache Helicopter. They did the bombing first, then we had strategic missile strikes, both from our Artillery and the Air Force, then if necessary our heavy ground took out their heavy ground. If there were strategic targets, like power plants, water facilities, airfields, etc. the Rangers went in. If there were SPECIALSPECIAL targets, The Activity went in, comprised of Special Forces. The reason Iraq was so different was that we were immensely prepared, Desert Shield and Desert Storm were intended to overwhelm the enemy, and the Iraqi’s were big fuckin’ pussies. Well, compared to us, anyway. They sure kicked Kuwait’s ass in no time flat, just rolled in and said ‘thanks, nice place you used to have. Love the oil wells, and what’s this? Sea ports? Yes, thank you.’ But Kuwait had like four planes, 200 guns, and about 75 guys dressed up like soldiers. Sorry, that’s unfair… the accurate assessment is that Kuwait is not a big country, had no need to maintain a large military, and Iraq was led by a military regime and was about ten times the size of Kuwait. Kuwait was going to get stomped regardless. But America loves an underdog. And sweeten the deal with oil and BAM! Rammed through a U.N. Resolution, got the Navy on the move, started mobilization while the Pentagon dug through some dusty filing cabinet for their Iraq Scenario. Yeah, the Pentagon has a room full of ‘Scenarios’ of how they’d conduct a war in each and every arena, each and every country. For unlikely scenarios, like fighting England or Canada, the files are small and general. For imminent scenarios, like the Soviet Union, China, Libya and Iran we had detailed files. But Iraq was our erstwhile ally in the region we used as a check against Iran, hell we damn near funded and supplied their entire military in the 80’s, we put and kept Saddam Hussein in power for fuck’s sake. How embarrassing, right? Nah, just kidding. America doesn’t get embarrassed. We considered it a job well done. After all, if you were the one that built that army, you knew all its capabilities and numbers. Saddam Hussein didn’t realize who he was fucking with. We shoulda killed that fucker, but no one asked Private Harris for his input. I’m sure it was just an oversight on the Pentagon’s part, they’ll be sure to ask me next time. Probably wouldn’t be a next time with Iraq though, Saddam Hussein was sufficiently servile and cowed now, back to being our lapdog. Sorry about squirreling off like that. The thing is, you reach a point in your stint in the military where this shit goes through your brain nearly all the time. In spite of being dumb grunts, we were expected to know our shit. And it’s not like school where your subjects are cleanly separated. Your Algebra teacher isn’t going to say ‘just like the war of 1812…’. But as young Privates our training always bled into multiple other subjects and areas. It was all mashed together in our heads, so if someone brought up attack solutions for an embedded regiment in an urban setting, you just had all sorts of facts and knowledge flying around your head. That was one of the difficulties in blending with civilians. You learned to just keep your mouth shut and avoid getting pulled into discussions that involved anything except the most surface military stuff. Only other military found that shit interesting or worth talking about. Besides, adjusting your language to avoid lingo and slang we used all the time was difficult and frustrating. So, as I was stepping out of my bunk I saw Zeus wake up and immediately glance over at Sleeper just like he always did. I sighed. Zeus’ feelings hadn’t changed. God, I wish I could give a glimpse of what I’d gone through for two years so Zeus would just man up and accept that he was fooling himself that he could control this. Still, I knew this situation was completely different than Kevin and I. I didn’t have Kevin right in front of me day after day. Failing to control myself didn’t have life-altering consequences if the temptation proved to be too much. Sleeper and Zeus having ANY kind of sexual relationship put them in danger of being booted at best, and time in Leavenworth at worst. The thing is, a big part of me wanted them to have a relationship for entirely selfish reasons. I wouldn’t be alone. I wouldn’t be the only guy who knew what it meant to have a secret relationship. I mean, yeah, I was happy for Zeus and my best friend. They were perfect for each other, neither tolerated bullshit or slacking off in any way, they understood each other’s rigid discipline, seriousness, masculinity came naturally to both of them. It also didn’t escape my notice that Zeus had begun copying many of Sleeper’s mannerisms, his swagger, expressions like the twisted pressed together lips and one eyebrow scowl when tackling a serious task. Zeus needed Sleeper’s example, and I could think of no better man to teach Zeus how to actually BE a man, than my best friend. Addison was the kind of man’s man who had internalized all the habits and mannerisms that make us men. Men get shit done. Men don’t back down from a challenge. Men solve problems. Men are tough, don’t complain, succeed, and men power through hardship. All of that described Sleeper, plus he was kind, generous, supportive, knew his limits and never complained. So, although I had previously decided not to interfere, I changed my mind because every time I had to watch THAT happen, that look, I thought of Kevin and what I’d done to him. And eventually the Brotherhood was going to catch on. Now, they wouldn’t be assholes about it, but they WOULD try to fix it, and that would fuck it up even more. But this morning, this dark, cold Army morning, I had a plane to jump out of, and so did they. “Bravos” I said into our side of the bay, my voice not loud, just enough to carry. One by one, the Brothers came awake. Those who wanted or needed a shower went immediately, the others went to take their morning piss and brush their teeth, maybe try to force out a morning shit so you didn’t have a gopher head poking out while you waited for your jump. Asking a black hat to de-rig for a latrine visit wasn’t always a possibility. You held it, or you held it, those were your two options. As usual, the Bravos and our two Marines and Navy Corpsman were first outside to fall in. The ten remaining randoms joined us just before Sgt. Airborne arrived. I liked our Sgt. Airborne. This week our routine had changed, as we didn’t visit the dining hall until evening chow and it was MREs for breakfast and lunch during one of our Hurry Up and Waits. We also didn’t have morning PT. For Jump Week, we fell in just outside our barracks, then were marched to Eubanks Field where the entire Company gathered before our double time to the parachute shed. We were Alpha Company, Class 2-93. Each of the four Companies had a staggered three week rotation through BAC. After we graduated, the soldiers in Alpha Company Class 3-93 would start their Ground week. Alpha Company consisted of every soldier in the same training schedule we were in, which consisted of almost 300. The riggers were all 507th Airborne, on their own training path, and they’d all already gone through the BAC previously. The BAC cycled through over 14,000 soldiers every year. Damn, it was cold! I silently urged the draggers to fall in quickly so we could start running. Every second we stood still the cold seeped deeper into the layers of my uniform. An hour an a half later we were formed up on the tarmac at Lawson Airfield getting our last inspection by the black hats before walking onto our bird. At 0430 the sound of the engines seemed more loud than usual. Our last jump. Well, the last one here at BAC. I hoped I would have more mission related jumps in the future, but this one would stay in my head for years to come as one of those life moments you knew was when it all changed. Whatever happened next, I wanted to remember this moment, these men around me, this feeling. The Bravos all seemed to feel it too, I saw reflection in their faces, determination, confidence, and a heightened sense of accomplishment. All those months ago when we first met and became the Bravos I would never have guessed we’d end up here, together. Over the last eight months we’d grown together as a unit, leaned on each other, learned to live as brothers, and shared every moment of our lives. I’d seen so many of them grow into proud men, serious men, dedicated and bonded in purpose. We had an iron determination as individuals, a one-for-all brotherhood tempered by the shared ordeal of the last eight months and I wouldn’t trade a single Brother for anyone else. I don’t know if the personalities and skills of each Bravo was chosen specifically to create this amazing group of men, but I was fucking PROUD to be one of them, honored to be their leader and I knew, just felt it all the way to my soul, that what we had was something rare and precious and worth protecting through any hell we’d endure. When that feeling hit me, what I’d done to Weeble’s rapists coalesced into a duty that was no longer distasteful, it was the price those two HAD to pay when they’d so casually treated one of my Brothers with brutality. The event became black and white for me, no longer gray. I found a certainty. I no longer had the doubt that had been plaguing me over whether I did enough during the episode to satisfy righteous justice. The goal was accomplished, the details of how it was achieved were insignificant. And now I understood how Potter and Battles reconciled being killers. I understood now Gutter’s admonition that your kill had to be cold - it was because how you felt about it was irrelevant and questioning the details would destabilize your ability to act in the future. I wasn’t damaged by the act, wasn’t lessened in any moral way and ultimately I was better for having done it. These were MY men, and every single one deserved my unwavering devotion. As greater purposes go, this one existed on my shoulders not as a burden, but as a welcome duty which I felt made me a better man, a better soldier, and a better leader. The interior lights of our bird flooded out the rear of the aircraft in front of us. Bravo Company and Charlie Company stood behind their own aircraft, and soon we were given the command to board. We were a well oiled machine by this point, sure and focused in our movements, filled with the thrill of expectation. Fear and nervousness were nowhere to be found - we wanted this. I don’t even think it was about getting our wings anymore. Funny how that worked. A badge, a tab, a ribbon on your rack, a shiny trinket and award wasn’t the goal. It was about capability, it was about opening doors and having a skill that made future missions possible. We were burrowing ever deeper into a smaller and smaller subset of specialized military men. For many soldiers enlistment was just a job, an opportunity to learn a trade, something to do after high school, a way to tread water in society until they figured out what they ACTUALLY wanted to do with their lives. But not for me. For me, this was the most important and exciting thing I could do. Our flight to the drop zone didn’t take long and before I knew it we were given the shouted command to stand, hard to hear over the roar that filled the bay of the cavernous aircraft. We clipped in upon command and heard the doors open when the Jumpmaster readied the exit door and conducted his pre-jump check, leaning almost completely out the door to look left and right (I have no idea what he was looking for), kicking the exit ramp left and right to ensure it was locked in, giving hand signals to the other Jumpmaster’s and speaking to the flight crew through his helmet mic. The lights in the cargo bay of our C-17 had been switched over to red light rather than white light. Why? Well, glad you asked. I’ve got a couple minutes to burn waiting for the Jumpmaster’s move command. Red light doesn’t fuck with your eyes as much, and you can adjust faster to darkness. We were jumping into the dark. You don’t get that blindness going from light to dark. Also, red light doesn’t travel as far, so if we were flying over enemy territory there’s less chance the open door of the aircraft would be spotted. Even our flashlights had an easily inserted red lens we could switch to for night operations, to decrease our light profile. We didn’t need Bootlicker to tell us that, it was one of the first things we learned in Basic as Infantry. But even so, you’re lucky. I didn’t go into Bootlicker’s fucking brain book about the light spectrum, rods and cones in your eyeballs, and … something something atmospheric interference because of the chemical composition of Earth’s air, reaction of your pupils, what red MEANS in different situations (stop, go, friendly, etc. etc. etc. there’s a list, fuck if I remember them all because they’re different depending on where you are, what you’re doing and who’s flashing. I remembered ours, and knew anything different would be included in our mission briefing). You’re welcome. I don’t think Bootlicker saw us as idiots when he blathered out his brain books on us, although I suspected that was part of it. I think it was more that he liked proving that he was just smarter. I didn’t care. We all knew he was smarter than us and having him as a resource that never tired of filling us in made us feel lucky to have him. You know how some smart people talk down to you? Bootlicker didn’t do that. He made it seem friendly, like he was happy to help you out. It did get on some of the Brothers’ nerves at first, but it didn’t take long to learn that you didn’t ask Bootlicker why unless you wanted a five minute brain book. My stick would be first out the door which should account for the first pass over the drop zone. Then the C-17 would circle back around and the next stick would jump. Repeat until all students had jumped. We hadn’t had any malfunctions yet in any of our jumps, although a couple of the Bravos were dragged over the drop zone when a gust of wind caught their T-10 after they grounded. They couldn’t unclip fast enough and had a nice little ride along the grass and dirt of Fryer Field drop zone. Hopefully, we wouldn’t have a repeat of that this morning. I was sixth man back, waiting for the Jumpmaster’s go, smelling the heady scent of Chunk’s ACH a foot and a half in front of me - or maybe it was my own. You never could get the smell of sweat out of your ACH, but we were all used to it. In less than a minute I saw the now familiar positioning of the Jumpmasters that signaled we would be jumping momentarily and I wasn’t disappointed as I watched Dumbo step through the door and our stick began to move. One-two-three-four-five GO….whoosh… Two-three-four….look up…canopy filled beautifully as my hands grasped my risers, then down to the darkness. We only had a few signal lights on the ground to navigate by, and I imagined the image of Fryar Drop Zone in my head to orient me. Depth perception is difficult in the dark, but I had a count going in my head for my descent knowing I had to drop my gear at 50 seconds and prepare to hit the ground. I could see the rest of my stick spread around me and was in no danger of mid-air collision so I focused on the ground and second by second I was relieved as more features resolved until I could anticipate my landing. I learned my lesson after my first landing and rolled perfectly before ending up on my back and reaching up to unclip. The black hats still screamed to get up and retrieve because speed was even more important in the dark when clearing the landing zone to avoid someone coming down on top of you. It wasn’t until I was gathering my canopy that I was hit by how anticlimactic this jump turned out to be. My final jump completed and nothing. Well, maybe relief but that was it. I shouldered my ruck and carried my balled up parachute under my arm to the assembly area where my brothers were also gathering. It felt like just another jump, as if I’d done this a hundred times and was used to the routine. I suppose that’s what training was intended to do, but I felt let down. Once at the assembly area we had to push our parachutes into our sack. We had hours to wait now until the other Companies completed their jumps. And then we’d have to do our canopy inspection and proper roll up before turning them over to the riggers. The sun was just starting to light the sky at 0750 when we fell in to get on the busses back from Fryar field. Graduation from Airborne was one of the many ceremonies we grunts endured during our enlistment. I wasn’t complaining, it’s just that graduations and awards ceremonies were longer than we’d like, even if I understood the reason for the protracted ceremonies. Welcome speeches, a prayer by the chaplain, sometimes the national anthem and presentation of the colors, an honor guard, special recognitions, a parade with formations and marching. You know what, fuck what I just said. Every ceremony, regardless of what it was for, instilled a sense of pride. Hell, your Commander probably went through this ten times a year at least, and he put effort into making sure it was an experience that gave the lowliest grunts the feeling that it was all for THEM. He didn’t mention the fuck ups, the administrative nightmares, the headaches our stupidity caused him, (and Army Privates caused untold amounts of headaches). And he managed to impart a heartfelt ‘good work/part of the team’ feeling. Yeah, sometimes it was an act, but hearing the words still made you feel like you made a fucking difference and accomplished something special. And occasionally, just maybe, your Sergeant would forget himself and smile at you with pride. I was hit with eye-widening surprise when we double timed up to Eubanks Field and saw the row of tents behind the berm we’d zip lined into during the third day of ground week, which felt like a year ago. The tents were filled with civilians and a few military sprinkled in. I knew better than to look for Mom and Tim, they wouldn’t have been able to make the trip. I just spoke to her last Sunday and all she’d said was that she was proud of me and good luck. I’d call her tonight and tell her I got my Wings. I wondered if any of the brothers had invited their family and if I’d get to meet them. I had a heightened sense of pride during this ceremony, in front of spectators. Before we’d been marched to the presentation area, we were handed a set of wings by our Sergeant Airborne, and he admonished us to wait until called upon to affix our wings during the ceremony. We were called to attention for the Star Spangled Banner, all troops at Salute, followed by the invocation of the Chaplain. Col. Ulrich gave a short speech about the history of Airborne Brigade and the honor and duty we carried in battle. Then came special recognition for outstanding Airborne, NCO, Officer, and Black Hat. They were pinned and/or presented their award individually. Then, those with veteran family members were called forward, apparently they had been informed before hand, and they had their Wings pinned before running back into formation. And then, the rest of us were waiting for the command. We’d have to pin ourselves, but it still felt like I couldn’t wait. I was surprised again when the announcement came for family to find their troop to give them their pinning. I waited just a moment to see who of the Brothers would have family come to do the honor before manipulating my wings in my clasped fist to start to put mine on. “Private Brickmann!” I heard from in front. Who was that? I stopped mid-motion. Three people resolved from the crowd in front of me. There was Mom and Tim. And just behind them… I couldn’t hold it in, dammit. I barely stopped after a couple tears fell. They hadn’t told me. Kevin. Fucking Kevin, my whole heart just about burst seeing him walking towards me with a huge smile, those beautiful soft grey flannel eyes locked onto mine, his step so eager and yet holding back. I’ve never wanted to succumb to his kiss more than that electric moment, to crush him in my arms and feel his thick meaty body pressed to mine. Everything disappeared, and there was only him. He wasn’t even close to me yet, but I could smell his comforting scent of fresh earth and elemental masculinity. My soul leapt to bury itself in its favorite burrow. My fucking dick sprung to a compass pointing to its magnetic imperative and thank God it was hidden by my thick BDU’s and the front of my blouse. How the fuck could I be apart from this? It took all I had not to wrestle him into a hug I would regret but not give a fuck about collateral damage. I had to look away from his eyes. “Mom? Tim? But…”. I said… “We wouldn’t miss this, sweetheart.” “Private Brickmann, can we have the honor?” Kevin said, his voice going right through me. My teeth were grinding together with the effort it was taking not to cry. “It would be my honor.” I replied, holding my hand out, the hand that held my Wings. I saw Tim reach out, and then Mom grasped his wrist, pulling it back. Then she looked at Kevin and nodded. Tim smiled. Kevin looked shocked. Mom nodded again with a smile. Kevin’s soft grey eyes turned into liquid puddles of silver, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together. Fuck, now we were both trying not to cry like babies. I straightened up, coming to attention, and gave my man, my beautiful man, a nod, holding my own emotions in even though it was probably the hardest thing I’d ever done. I showed him where to pin the Wings, and except for a brief moment to make sure he had the right spot, his eyes never left mine. He looked down on me from just an inch higher, and the size of him, the sheer width of this beautiful beefy slab of gentle, thoughtful, intellectual force of nature created an isolated world inhabited by only our combined souls. I don’t know if you’ve ever met a person who commanded your entire focus, the entirety of your existence when they stood close to you, but Kevin pulled me in now just by standing a foot away. I’d heard the word surrender, but it was always a word that described an unwilling act, a difficult decision to relinquish control, even slaving yourself to another by refusing to fight. So what was it called when you wanted it? When you knew you were stronger if you submitted? When your only happiness came from giving yourself to them? When THAT was the pinnacle of your existence, to be a part of them? I didn’t care to wonder how he commanded that control over me, I only knew I needed it. Somewhere in between his love for me and the moment he’d gifted me with his sublime Kiss I lost the need to be only myself. He’d grown into a man I felt contained everything that fit the empty crevasses of my imperfection, making me whole and complete when he inhabited the space before me. I’d cared for him in high school, loved him, felt his quiet strength as something worthy of support, friendship, love. But I never dreamed he’d become that very thing for me in return. I was the strong one, the confident one, the leader that protected him and gave to him. And now I felt turned upside down and backwards, but it made me happier than I’d ever been. I have no words to describe why this moment was so important, why having them all here to share it with me, to participate, was shaking me to my very core, but I felt they understood because they wanted to be included in it with me. With me. WITH me. As if they knew how this moment would define my character more than anything I’d ever done as a foundation of strength and commitment that demonstrated my dedication as a soldier. The tempest of my emotions quieted to an empty calm shining with an almost arrogant righteous power. Gazing into Kevin’s suddenly fierce grey eyes I saw he felt it too. We shared this. My success was his, and the more capable I was the stronger he felt too. FUCK! No one, not a single person, met me on every level like he did. I became hard, and tough, and resolute as I journeyed from recruit to Airborne graduate. He did the same, on his own without me over the two years I’d kept us apart. I became a man worthy of respect, someone people would follow because I shared strength, instilled confidence, and nurtured everything that made them unique. And here was Kevin, who was that man for me, as if he knew I could only follow someone equal to me. He’d chosen me long ago, and just by being Kevin he presented me with no other choice than to choose him as well. Unleashed. The world had stopped, once again, because of Kevin. I’d forgotten everything around me for him. All for him. I breathed. A long, deep grateful breath as I felt the rightness of the world settle around me. I smiled, really big. “Just you all being here makes this the best moment of my life.” I said. “Congratulations, sweetheart. Your father would be so proud.” Mom said, the tears falling. Kevin, perfect Kevin, took a folded handkerchief from his coat pocket and handed it to her. He smirked. “I thought I’d need it for myself.” He said. Mom laughed through tears. “Thank you Kevin.” She said. “That was your job, bro.” I said to Tim with a wink. I was joking, but I knew he was taking notes. Tim didn’t miss much, and he was still young. He’d understand in a couple years how Mom was the one who held us all together, even back when Dad was alive. And as her sons, we had to step up. Sure, she was capable of doing it all on her own, but she shouldn’t have to, not when she had two strong grown men to take some of the weight off. And my little brother had no excuse not to step up. He wasn’t a child anymore. They had to retreat back to the spectator area as we were called to fall in even though we hadn’t left ranks. That was just the way to re-establish discipline that had been relaxed for our families to interact. They concluded the ceremony congratulating us as Airborne qualified and released us to our Sergeants Airborne. Our Sergeant Airborne said we were permitted to take our visitors on a quick tour of our Barracks, but that we had to conduct Barracks duty before we’d be released from the Basic Airborne Class, at which time we were able to spend the rest of our day with them as soon as we’d cleared our Barracks and our Sergeant Airborne signed off. I didn’t care if the Bravos had to do it all ourselves, we were getting that shit done as fast as possible. I suddenly realized that I hadn’t even noticed who had family come to see them graduate or pin their wings. Fuck. I knew it was unlikely Zeus’s family would come, but what about Sleeper’s? And Weeble? I knew Weeble’s folks weren’t that far away, somewhere in Alabama, and they couldn’t be more than a few hours away tops. As it turns out, none of their families had come. Sleeper looked relieved, Zeus and Weeble just looked like they hadn’t expected anything else. I waved them over to meet my people. ******************** KEVIN I was shocked and surprised when Mrs. Brickmann called me on Monday (Hell, I didn’t even know she knew how to get ahold of me) to ask if I wanted to go to Tom’s Airborne graduation. I told her that yes, I wanted to go, but I didn’t have any way to get there. My scholarship didn’t include extra money, which is why I worked in the Engineering Lab on the weekends. Books, tuition, housing, and dining hall were paid for by the scholarship, nothing else. Mrs. Brickmann bought me a plane ticket. I wanted to refuse, because she didn’t need to be spending money on me now that she didn’t have Tom’s dad earning an income but she wouldn’t let me turn it down. It didn’t take much to get one of the other guys to take over my shifts in the lab, the others needed the money just as much as I did. Mrs. Brickmann knew the drill, either because she’d called to find out if the Airborne students would have liberty after they graduated or she already knew how training graduations worked, so she had us flying in Thursday night and back out on Sunday. I saw Tom immediately when his group marched up. Damn, he looked so hot standing at attention there in his group, and I wondered if the guys around him were his Bravos, the ones he called his Brothers, or if they were all spread out in the ranks. Actually getting the honor of pinning his wings made me feel like I was part of this milestone for him, getting just the smallest taste of why he did this. I hoped he couldn’t feel my hands tremble while I fumbled with the clasp. I wanted to be strong for him. After the ceremony concluded, Tom called over a few of his brothers to introduce us. “Guys, this is my Mom, my little brother Tim, and my best friend Kevin.” Tom said. I knew immediately that two of them were Zeus and Sleeper, it was hard to miss them. Damn… I couldn’t take my eyes off either one. Zeus was huge, everything about him was larger than life. He had a presence to him that swallowed everything and everyone around him into what felt like his own self-created world. And Sleeper, fuck he was deadly handsome, especially when he smiled. The third guy was Weeble, almost the exact opposite of Zeus in size but I still got the feeling that Weeble could take me down with almost no effort. The three of them had the same panther like movement Tom had, an ease of physical strength that seemed like a coiled spring of barely controlled force. Zeus and Weeble drilled into me with eyes that measured my worth, my suitability to be Tom’s best friend, with a quick surprised evaluation of my long hair, a raking, almost painful examination of my body and stature. I felt relieved that the dress shirt and slacks I’d worn hugged my meaty, athletic muscles. At least I didn’t physically fall far behind these prime specimens of manhood and I felt like just maybe I wouldn’t be found wanting. Sleeper’s eyes held a different emotion - amusement. Like he understood some secret. “Wow, so you’re Andrew’s Kevin.” Sleeper said with a grin. The way he said it sent a thrill through me. ANDREW’S Kevin. “Not what I was expecting at ALL.” Sleeper laughed. “Well done, bro.” My eyes darted to Tom, then away to evaluate others close by, then to Mrs. Brickmann. What exactly did Sleeper mean by calling me that and the following ‘well done’? Had Tom told him about us? I was saved from responding by an exuberant Tim. “WOW!” Tim exclaimed. “You guys are AWESOME! You’re HUGE!” It sounded like Tim had some serious hero worship going on. “It’s nice to meet you boys.” Mrs. Brickmann said. Only she could get away with referring to these amazing men as boys. There was nothing boyish about them. “Hi Mrs. Brickmann.” Weeble chimed in. “Really nice to meet ya, Tim!” The shorter guy said with a cheerful smile. I immediately liked him, he wasn’t pretending to be some tough, serious soldier, and neither was Sleeper. I liked how these guys didn’t wear a uniform when talking to us civilians. Even Zeus, though he was hard to read. Really hard to read, which was extremely unusual for me. You couldn’t describe the feeling of Zeus as cold or even bored and superior. That wasn’t it. He was just… blank, a solid presence more than a man. Weeble had one of those open, effusive personalities that made you want to like him. Sleeper was one of those fun, easy going guys who didn’t take themselves too seriously and tried hard to be just a regular guy. I could tell he’d joke around with you and had no use for intimidation or pretending to be some tough guy. He was the type that already knew he was tough, capable, secure in his own skin. He didn’t pick fights and wasn’t out to prove anything. Fuck, he HAD to know how good looking he was, damn near beautiful. There was something about his smooth, clear pale skin, his dark, smoldering eyes accentuated with long dark lashes and straight thick eyebrows, his amazing cheekbones flushed with the morning chill and full pink lips. Sleeper had one of those faces that made you dream. And if Tom had described him right, the body hidden by those BDU’s only added to the fantasy. Holy shit. Suddenly I wasn’t jealous at all that he and Tom had fooled around. My boyfriend had excellent taste. “Mom, we have barrack’s duty before we’re released. I want to show Kevin and Tim the barracks. You can come too, but it’s going to be a bunch of guys.” Tom explained. Mrs. Brickmann waved a hand. “I’ve seen enough barracks, sweetheart. I know the way you boys get in your barracks and there are some things a mother wants to stay ignorant of and I certainly don’t want to hear the language. You boys go, have fun. Why don’t we meet outside the PX in a couple hours. I have to get a few things and we can have lunch at the cafeteria there.” “Fuck yeah!” Tim said, too loud. “TIM!” Mrs. Brickmann and Tom said in unison. Tim had the good sense to look embarrassed. “Sorry mom.” He said as Weeble laughed. I saw Zeus’s blank face crack the barest grin. So the giant God wasn’t completely emotionless. I knew Tim was thrilled with getting to hang out with these guys for a couple hours and I was looking forward to seeing Tom in his element too. We were about to walk away towards the barracks across the road behind us when a voice shouted “VICTOR!” A soldier a little taller than me was coming towards us. He wasn’t built thick with muscles like Sleeper and I, but he still looked well put together. Damn, were all the soldiers here gorgeous? This guy had some mesmerizing blue eyes on him and an easy lopsided smile focused on Weeble. “Wicomb? You’re here?” Weeble said with surprise. The guy didn’t hesitate, he strode right up to Weeble and grabbed him in a hug. “Congratulations bud! I told you I’d come!” The hug I saw definitely had some deep feeling behind it, but it was when they pulled apart that I noticed the look that leapt like a spark between their eyes. I immediately glanced at Tom and saw his eyebrows jerk up slightly. He’d seen it too. “Wicomb, meet my Brothers. This is Assmunch, Sleeper and Zeus.” Weeble said, gesturing rapidly to keep up with the excited rush of his words. “Assmunch is our leader, and Sleeper and Zeus are his enforcers, they’re amazing.” Wicomb smiled. “Pleasure, Private Harris, Private Montelongo. Private Gunnerson. You keeping this squirrel straight?” He said with a warm, deep voice. Tom smiled. “He runs circles around us Corporal. I don’t think he ever runs out of energy.” “Call me Hunter, or Wicomb like everyone else. I’m glad to meet you. Victor tells me he’s proud to be in your unit and that you’re all awesome. I’m glad he found a place to call home.” Wicomb said with heartfelt sentiment. “I admire you guys in Infantry. I couldn’t do it.” To me, the surface of their words had a professional banter, but underneath I sensed deeper feelings, a true caring. Men like these didn’t express love and friendship casually, but among each other it seemed to come easy and unashamed. I could tell that this was the one place, among their own kind, that they could express the softer human emotions, shared admiration, compliments, respect without losing masculinity. For someone like Tom it would be a place of comfort and he didn’t have to hold himself apart from them like he had from other guys the entire time I’d known him. “Wicomb works on engines. He knows what’s wrong with’em just by how they sound.” Weeble said proudly with that thick southern accent that just made him seem even more adorable. Yeah, there was definitely something more there between Weeble and Corporal Hunter Wicomb with the deep hypnotic blue eyes. Wicomb shrugged self consciously. “You hear them enough, it’s not hard to do.” “Are you gonna hang out with us when we clear the barracks, Wicomb?” Weeble said. I heard an eager hope in his words. “Sure, as long as I don’t have to scrub the latrine.” Wicomb said. Weeble laughed. “Nah, the Bravos will have it done in no time. C’mon!” “Ma’am, it was a pleasure.” Wicomb nodded to Mrs. Brickmann before following Weeble towards the barracks. “See you in a couple hours, Mom.” Tom said, giving his mom a hug. “Thanks for bringing Kevin and Tim. Come on, guys.” Tom said with excitement, putting an arm each around Tim and I and walking toward the large buildings across the street. Walking through the entry door to the barracks made me feel like I was entering a secret world. This was where they lived, relaxed, spent their off duty time. Right now there was chaos from the presence of visitors, although there were far fewer than I expected. Maybe eight or so of the soldiers had people accompanying them for a tour. “Do all barracks look like this?” I asked Tom. “You guys just sleep in a big room all together?” Tom’s expressive, beautiful mouth smiled. “No, not like this. The barracks in Basic are like this, open bay, mostly so that the Sergeants can keep an eye on everyone, but also because it’s important to get recruits used to the fact that EVERYTHING about your life in the military is the military’s business. And in Germany the Bravos were billeted in REALLY old style barracks, but that was because we were kept in our Platoons for special training in older barracks probably because that’s the only extra unused housing they had for us. The newer barracks are dorm style, you share with one guy or max four, or are in your own room. It all depends on your post and which battalion you’re assigned to and your rank. On some posts and with different units you live in squad size rooms with double bunks. It all depends. We still share showers and latrines though most of the time but again some barracks have shower stalls and actual dividers between toilets. At least that’s how it is as Privates. I think you get better digs when you get rank.” I was a little shocked when he showed me the showers and latrines. “No doors or walls? You guys just use the bathroom where everyone can see? I figured the showers would be open and shared, but the toilets too?” “Well yeah. After Basic, it isn’t a big deal. Everyone comes in a little shy at first, but when you have almost no time to get ready in the morning you just rush through everything with your brothers around you. We don’t even pay attention to it after a while. There’s no modesty in the Army. You definitely don’t want to be on a toilet next to Troll though.” “Eat me, Assmunch. You know it’s the MRE’s. Besides, you gas us all out with your fuckin’ nasty farts.” A voice I assumed came from The Troll himself echoed down the hall. Tim busted out laughing. The ‘tour’ didn’t take long and honestly except for actually seeing how they slept and showered it was a little boring. Barracks were absolutely basic. I guess that was sort of the point: hammer home how NOT special you were. And after two years in the Engineering program at MIT, I saw the deliberate choice of utility and durability over aesthetics. A barracks wasn’t meant to be attractive or cozy. Plain gray metal lockers with double doors stood beside every bunk. The bunks didn’t look comfortable at all, slightly smaller than a twin bed. Overhead fluorescent lights, a drop ceiling with stained and damaged ceiling tiles, a paint job over cinder block that was some blend of yellow and khaki I could only guess was intended to disguise age and hide scuffs and damage. I imagined above the ceiling tiles was a world of utilities conduits sprayed with asbestos insulation like all buildings of the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. Asbestos was the miracle fire-proof additive of choice for tile, insulation, siding, roofing, sealant and yes, even clothing during the mid-century period. Hell, the ceiling tiles might have asbestos in them. Anyway, as long as there wasn’t damage or a broken surface, there wasn’t any real danger in the presence of asbestos. “That’s my bunk right there, you guys sit tight while we clear the barracks.” Tom said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Actually, if you could strip my bunk that would be cool.” All of the guys on this end of the barracks were stripping down to various conditions of undress, most down to their underwear. Sleeper went full naked and I felt a little bad that my eyes kept darting over to take another look. The big Zeus guy only took his outer shirt off, his uniform top, but he had an olive green tee shirt on underneath that molded to his body like Superman’s Super suit. None of the Bravos were fat or out of shape. A few were skinny, some were meaty, but they all had a hard physical way of carrying themselves. I was actually surprised by that little guy Weeble who was built with a compact and efficient stack of muscles I’d describe as ‘just enough’. Nothing about him was big or large, but it all was developed. Moving his arm, his bicep and triceps would flex, his pectoral would jump, his delts tightened. Okay, since I’m going down that road, I’m just going to rate my top ten. Now, I’m not including Tom because that’s not fair. After all, Tom had an attractiveness that only increased when you added in his personality and considerate emotional calm. And I had none of that information for the other soldiers. So, this is purely based on physical looks, body, and way they carry themselves. I know you think I’m going to put Zeus up there at the top, but I’m not, and I’ll tell you why. His blank emotionless … nothingness. There’s no other way to put it. I have to SEE the guy, I have to have a feel for who he is, what he thinks. Zeus could be just about any type. He was unreadable. He could be a bully, or an asshole, or dumb as dirt. Sure, the sheer size of him was hot, and he had a Nordic face with awesome hazel eyes. I also liked the way his skull was shaped. Its proportions were very pleasing. A body with muscles on top of muscles without restriction of his range of movement like huge body builders usually have. Zeus was definitely top five, but not number one. Number one absolutely had to be Sleeper. His ass alone was so riveting I almost couldn’t stop staring. But you could tell the guy just enjoyed every minute of his life. I almost got the feeling it wouldn’t matter where Addison Montelongo (fucking awesome name too) went, or what he was doing, he would just enjoy the ride. He had an easy smile, brown eyes that seemed always on the verge of a laugh, pale skin that wasn’t a sickly white but had the look and feel of sculpted marble like the Statue of David. He had this strut when he walked, a shake of the hips, a roll of the shoulders, fluidity to his arms as if he was swimming through the air. He made simple walking look like easy, enjoyable fun. He was also shaved completely smooth, like, not a single hair on his body, I guess that’s where the marble statue thing comes from. Sleeper was just, well…. EASY. And so fucking good looking. His face was the kind that sent you into confusion over whether it was handsome or beautiful. You know…some dudes are just ruggedly handsome, a little rough and tough, like a Tom Selleck type. You’d never call them beautiful. And then there were guys who were almost pretty, who seemed to have a flawless perfection for which ‘handsome’ wasn’t accurate. Sleeper’s face was masculine and hard enough to be handsome, and yet his smooth skin, his just full enough pink lips, his warm brown eyes with dark smooth eyebrows, the delicate fold of his ears, that proud nose that widened at the bridge just slightly before building up to nostrils that flared back from the rounded angle of the tip - those possessed a beauty and refinement. It was definitely a face that begged you to define it, to examine why the elements came together in such a pleasing arrangement. Some people had a face that didn’t ask you to look further. Sleeper’s face INVITED you to enjoy it. Sleeper himself invited you to enjoy his body. And, I had absolutely no problem with how he almost deliberately seemed to love making his cock and balls bounce and flop while he was strutting around, as if his thick muscular thighs were soccer players trying to keep the ball in the air. Plus, something about how Sleeper inserted the word ‘fuck’ into every sentence he said after Mrs. Brickmann was gone just made me smirk. I wonder if Tom noticed Sleeper’s inventiveness. Sleeper said fuck a fucking LOT. Fuck, fucking, fuckall, fucker, fuckwit, fuckitation… and more. I imagined he saw it as a challenge to figure out new ways to say fuck. So Sleeper was number one. Number two had to be the guy Potter, who was very similar to Sleeper body wise, but Potter wasn’t pretty, he had some kind of flat, Midwest sturdiness to his face. You looked at him and saw that capable Protestant work ethic, an attitude that life was just breaking rocks and plowing fields so best to just get to it. That hardy, dependable, reliable, solid foundation of tangibility. I found that attractive. Zeus was third, just for sheer presence and size. He was even good looking, if you liked that serious, quiet, deadly type. I’d put Demon and Chunk at fourth and fifth, attractive faces and excellent bodies. There was a confidence thing with them as well. Weeble I’d put sixth, there was an eagerness to him, an outgoing quality that felt like a happy puppy. And I’ve already told you he had a tight little stacked body. Weeble was dangerous though in the way such eager innocence pulled you in and entangled you with a desire to protect, comfort, and probably more. I felt it right away when I first met him. He looked at me and I saw instant adoration in his eyes. I wasn’t misreading it. He just gave me his adoration without even bothering to hold back until he knew I wasn’t going to be a dick to him. No hesitation. Immediate open book. That was why he was dangerous. When everyone you meet and deal with every day has a casual guarded arms-length interaction, to meet someone like Weeble who doesn’t hide that he likes you…it’s intoxicating. I wondered how many times Weeble had been taken advantage of by assholes. His guy Wicomb seemed to genuinely like Weeble and cared about him, so that was good. I could see myself trying to protect Weeble if Wicomb seemed in any way predatory. “Everyone seems so tough.” Tim said, interrupting my attempt at categorizing Tom’s hunky associates. “Tom seems different too.” I shrugged. “At home Tom can relax. Here he’s got to be serious, plus he’s really in his element. You can tell he loves being with his brothers. You probably do it too, at school. You’re probably different around your baseball buddies than you are with other classmates, or even around teachers. And you’re different at home than you are at school. When you become a man you start to segment your life, showing a different side of yourself to different groups. It’s how we deal with the difficult situations we endure, life’s bullshit, frustration. We find people we can blow off steam with, we put up with crap from others because they serve a purpose for a while, we endure boredom or something we don’t actually enjoy because we like the person who DOES enjoy it, like girlfriends and shopping, or romantic movies. Your best friend is the one guy you can be any different person you want to be with, who will match you, let you be in whatever mood you want to be in. That’s how men work.” Tim cocked his head. “Can your girlfriend be your best friend?” He asked. I shrugged again. “Sure, that happens too. Some guys don’t need a lot of guy-time and are more settled and less volatile. Hanging out with their buddies takes a back seat to wanting to be around their girl. Look, there’s no right or wrong way. Some girls are really awesome and amazing. Like Carol. Some girls love fun and excitement as much as guys do.” Tim was a sharp contrast to Tom. Tom didn’t talk about how he felt, he showed you, it was in his actions. Tim didn’t hold himself that closely and was genuinely curious. “Why? Is there a girl you have your eye on at school?” Tim looked down. “Yeah, but she’s a senior.” I gave him a grin. “You’re not going to win that one, little bro. It’ll be a few years before a younger guy like you catches the eye of an older girl. Age is way more important in high school than it is in college. And look, you don’t have to be in a hurry to snag a girlfriend. It’ll happen when it happens, trust me.” I suspected that his episode with Carol had some lingering effects, especially if he was latching onto older girls who were way out of his league. He wasn’t even filled out into his final height and weight. Hell, I grew almost two inches AFTER high school. I felt that Tim needed to figure out who he was before a girlfriend was in the cards for him. “So what do you think of his Army buddies?” Tim leaned in a whispered, with a grin. I gave a soft laugh. “Very nice to look at.” I said tactfully, my voice soft and low. “Especially Sleeper and Zeus. Holy shit.” Tim said. “Especially Sleeper and Zeus, what?” A deep, rumbling voice came from behind us. How had I not heard anyone approach? I craned my head around. There was the giant Zeus. I checked around us for anyone else within earshot. A couple guys were a few bunks away. Tom had told me all about Zeus, and Sleeper. So I didn’t feel caught in anything and replied truthfully. “We were just saying how you’re both really nice to look at.” Zeus froze for just a second, as if I’d shocked him. And then he smiled and I felt a warm flush go through me, my heart started speeding up. I found it so very difficult to focus on anything but that gorgeous smiling face, those warm and happy hazel eyes, and I felt a huge smile split my own face in return. “Your brother is amazing, Tim.” And then he looked at me and winked. HE WINKED AT ME. “You’re a lucky man, Kevin. He wanted me to come get you, Tim.” And then he reached down and picked up Tim like he weighed nothing and threw him over his shoulder. “Hey!” Tim argued, but it rung in my ears as insincere. No, Tim was perfectly fine being manhandled by this colossal hunk. Zeus turned to me and grinned. “You coming? Or am I throwing you over the other shoulder?” I’d like to see him try. Not because I though he couldn’t do it, but because I’d really like it if he tried. Okay fine, Zeus could be number one. I barely retained my dignity and stopped myself from telling him to carry me too. Stupid dignity. Dignity was for people who didn’t want to hug a God, which was absolutely no one in this room

Thanks! You know, when DADT was introduced it always intrigued me how they came up with THAT compromise. It struck me that the military had to admit gays weren’t a problem until the people AROUND them found out they were gay, which meant it was a culture issue and not a performance issue. I think there was a well publicized lawsuit by a soldier who was discharged who was trying to get his dishonorable removed. I’ll have to look it up, but I think it had something to do with the sexual activity taking place off post, and off duty, in his personal residence and centered around how invasive military investigators had a right to be to get evidence. What made this case so outrageous was that he was a good soldier, I think he was decorated, well liked, etc. So the military went WAY out of their way to go after him. And Bootlicker… based on my older brother. He was literally breaking into buildings on base when he was 8, cracked open the cash register in the Officer’s Club bar. He tried to talk me into shoplifting a candy bar when I was 7 (he was 9). I ended up crying because I knew it was wrong and couldn’t do it. He and my cousin broke into the high school on Clark AFB in the Philippines and stole two boxes of carnival prizes that he sold to the kids we knew. Dad was constantly called into his commander’s office until finally Dad was told to get Peter under control or the family would be sent back to the states while Dad stayed. I have a hundred stories.

SUNDAY 1600 HOURS “Hey, where’s Weeble?” Troll called out to the brothers who were finishing up the housekeeping in the barracks. “He went to the gym this morning. Must be out doing personal stuff.” Mini Hulk replied. “He asked me to go with him at 0930, but I had to wait for the phone to call my girl. When I got to the gym he was already gone.” “He knew we had to do the barracks this afternoon. And he should have waited for you.” Troll answered, a little worried. “Weeble never bails. Why’d he go alone, he knows we have to go in pairs? If he had something to do he would have said something.” In fact, Weeble was rarely by himself. He hung around spreading his happy smiles all over the place like he just loved every minute of being in the brotherhood, even when the day sucked balls. “I’m gonna talk to Assmunch.” He found Assmunch cleaning the shower room, wiping down the handles in just his briefs. “Hey Troll. Everything good in the bay?” Assmunch said after a quick glance. “Yeah Assmunch, almost done. Potter’s got the randoms almost done with their end. He found a bag of Doritos in one of the empty lockers. Battles and Lenger are stuffing their face in the day room. Hey, no one’s seen Weeble since 0930. Mini Hulk was supposed to meet him at the gym but he said Weeble was gone when he got there. Did Weeble tell you he would be out all day?” Troll asked. Assmunch tilted his head. “He didn’t say anything. He told me he was going to the gym, but said he’d be back by lunch. I should have noticed. He’s had a lot on his mind, maybe he just needed a quiet place to think. But someone should be with him. Anyone else missing? I’ll take care of his space.” “Nah, I’ll do it. I like the little guy. Keeps everyone’s spirits up. Everyone else is here, Assmunch. He’s alone.” Troll said. “Shit. Yeah, he brightens everyone’s day. But let’s stop calling him little though. I think he’s heard it enough. I want him to think of himself as more than the little guy in the Bravos.” Assmunch said. Troll blinked. “Yeah, you’re right. Besides, he doesn’t act little. I should have thought of that. Used to get called fat a lot in high school, didn’t like it even as a joke from my friends. It gets old.” “Right. We can fuck with anyone else, and even fuck with Weeble on other stuff. Just not the little part.” “Clear Assmunch.” Troll agreed. “Let’s wait until evening chow, see if he shows up. He won’t miss that. But we need to tell Lenger.” Assmunch decided. Troll nodded and went back to the bay to do Weeble’s area. Sleeper and Zeus came into the shower room passing Troll as they walked. “Assmunch, you mind if we take a shower? Mopping the floors got us sweaty and I smell like cleaner.” Sleeper asked. “Yeah, go ahead. I haven’t done that one down there yet, but you have to share. And wash the soap and shampoo down the drain.” Assmunch said. He took the opportunity to watch them shuck off their shorts, and Zeus peeled his tight tee shirt off his bulging, scarred torso. They were smiling and whispering to each other, which made Assmunch happy. Sleeper’s perfect ass still had it’s mesmerizing effect on him. Of course, Zeus’s ass was beautiful too, wide and thick like the powerful hind of a charging rhino. Nothing about Zeus was small, and it made sense proportionally and aesthetically that his legs and ass had to be substantial to power that massive body. “Watch the door for a sec, bro?” Sleeper said. “Sure thing bud.” Assmunch replied, walking over to the opening. He averted his eyes to give them a moment, using the time to pick up their clothes and set them on the slatted wooden bench just outside the shower opening. “You’re good.” He said while he folded their clothes. He chuckled, what the fuck was he doing that for, they were dirty? Habits. He finished anyway, just to give them a little bit more time. These private moments were rare. He really couldn’t be happier for them and loved seeing the stolen moments of kindness pass between them with grins and usually a slightly cocked eyebrow. Zeus’s eyes rarely left Sleeper’s face or body. Assmunch was normally one of the first to wake in the mornings, his internal alarm clock opening his eyes a few minutes before his set time. He’d watch Zeus wake up and the very first thing he did every time was look over at Sleeper’s bunk and smile. Then he’d lean over and very gently rub Sleeper’s shoulder, or his head and lean over to utter “Wake up, Addison.” In the sweetest voice imaginable. On those occasions, Sleeper would blink his eyes, yawn, and immediately when he saw Zeus a big smile broke over his entire face. Then he’d remember where he was, and dial it back to a regular smile and go all tough guy Addison. But for that brief moment you couldn’t miss how into each other they were. When he turned the corner again, they were showering normally with that efficient and fast scrub down you learned early on in the military. They took a moment to direct the hard shower spray with a hand and foot sweeps to move the soap and suds towards the drain then shut the water off. “All done Assmunch, thanks!” Sleeper said. “Hey if you see Lenger, send him in, okay. I’ll be done in a few minutes.” Assmunch said. “Sure thing, bro. C’mon Gabriel.” Sleeper sauntered over to the opening shaking his incredible pale muscle ass around the corner. That handsome arrogant fucker looked like a prancing horse and he wasn’t even trying. Kevin had to see that just once in his life, Assmunch decided. It was a fucking work of art. “Thanks Andrew.” Zeus smiled. Shit…every fucking time that smile melted Assmunch inside. Kevin had to see that too. He was just finished cleaning that last shower section when Lenger stepped around the corner. “Sleeper said you wanted to see me? I know I don’t have to check your shower, Assmunch.” The Petty Officer said. Assmunch smiled in thanks. “Nah, that’s not it, but look if you want. It’s Weeble. He didn’t take MiniHulk to the gym with him this morning, and he’s been gone all day. I’m not reporting him…just worried. It’s not like him. What should we do?” Assmunch knew what he would do, but Lenger was Stick Leader. He had to be informed and Assmunch wasn’t going to step on his command. “Let’s get Potter. I know what I SHOULD do, which is report it to Sergeant Airborne or the Cadre. Right now, he’s just off alone, nothing that needs to bring the place to alert. But let’s see what Potter thinks first.” “Yeah, another brain sounds good.” Assmunch agreed. Between the three of them, hopefully there’d be a solution that didn’t involve the Cadre. *************** Sunday 1630 hrs. “Fuck, he’s not supposed to go anywhere without a buddy. You think the Cadre took him in?” Potter said. Assmunch scowled. “For six hours? Take him for a simple Disciplinary Action? And his first? No, I don’t think so. And they’d give him over to Lenger. They’d run him or he’d be sponge washing the outside of the barracks. Something isn’t right. Sergeant Airborne is going to be here in 20 to get us for chow.” Lenger looked torn. “Assmunch, we have to tell Sergeant Airborne. What can we do? Do you think he took off?” Assmunch thought. Maybe before last night, before the bus ride back Weeble might have just ditched to get booted. “He was in a great mood this morning. He was going to go with MiniHulk to the gym, he was never intending on going alone. No, Weeble wouldn’t ditch.” Potter breathed. “Assmunch, there’s not much we can do. You want to search the entire base? And as soon as we start asking questions it’s going to get the Cadre’s attention, and then there’ll be questions about why we didn’t report it. Lenger could get booted over this.” “Fuck, Potter, I don’t care. I don’t need the tab. Just figured it might get me preference for a nice posting.” Lenger said much to Assmunch’s admiration. Assmunch closed his eyes to think. He took a few deep breaths finding that mental clarity Major Collins was teaching him. His eyes flew open. “Major Collins. Potter, do you think you could get ahold of him?” Assmunch blurted out. “I… I’m not sure, Assmunch. You’d probably have a better chance than I would. Why me?” Potter asked. “Marines. If the shit hits the fan, you and he can play it off like a Marine asking another Superior Marine for some advice before Jump Week, or some bullshit.” Assmunch threw out. Potter wasn’t convinced. “I’ll do it, brother, if you really want. But you know if we get an officer involved it’s out of our hands. And I’m going to ignore that you just suggested that Marines lie about anything.” Assmunch took a moment to really think about it. Major Collins wasn’t connected to the 507th, he was here for some other reason, that much was clear. So he didn’t HAVE to say anything to the Cadre if he didn’t want to, especially if all they were asking for was his advice. “No, we call him. He’ll know the right way to handle this. And you won’t have to lie, Potter. I wouldn’t ask that of you. I wouldn’t lie myself if it came down to it. And he’ll probably just tell us to inform our Sergeant Airborne.” Potter shook his head. “Lenger, you okay with this? You agree this is the right way to go?” Lenger looked at Assmunch, then at Potter. “I have to be honest here. If it were someone else asking me to do this Assmunch, I’d say no without blinking. This doesn’t make me comfortable at all. This is something for the Cadre to handle. But this is your guy, and you always seem to know what you’re doing. I’m going to trust you, Harris. Potter, try to get ahold of Major Collins. Let’s see what he says.” Potter got up to go to the phone in the day room. “He’s going to say we have to tell the Cadre, you know that right?” Lenger said with a sympathetic look. Assmunch sighed. “Probably. It’s what we should do, and honestly if Weeble isn’t back by form up for chow, we don’t have a choice. Sergeant Airborne will do a head count. If he’s not back by then, you have to tell Sergeant Airborne before he takes the count.” Lenger gave a sad grin. “It’s not the end of the world, Andrew. It’s his first DA, he can still make his jumps.” “That’s not what I’m worried about, brother. Weeble’s never far from the brotherhood. Demon, I could see him losing track of time, doing something crazy. Wanker and Bootlicker, sure…they’re like a couple of raccoons getting into shit they shouldn’t. But not Weeble. His one thing is he doesn’t want to be a fuck-up. If he isn’t back it’s because he CAN’T be back.” Assmunch spelled it out. “Which means something happened.” ************** WEEBLE He lay there long after they left, somehow both grateful and disappointed that they hadn’t done what they said and shot him in the head. He would have welcomed a bullet. The darkness of the cold shed matched his thoughts. They’d locked the door behind them and left him exactly as they’d taken him, cuffed and hooked laid facedown on the plywood shelf in his own now dried vomit, his sweats and briefs now around his ankles. Why had they locked the door? Why had they left him there? He couldn’t feel his hands or his arms anymore. He refused to think about his ass. Thinking about it only made him seize up in pain when his torn and ravaged sphincter contracted. Small amounts of light bled through where the roof met the walls above. Why had they locked the door? Why had they left him there? His throat was raw and sore from the repeated abuse and the acidic bile he’d thrown up. It was almost impossible to swallow through the pain. The cold plywood felt like a small comfort against his ear. The afternoon was quiet except for the occasional wind. He wondered if he would bleed to death, if Barnell had ruined him so bad he’d bleed out slowly. He couldn’t tell if he was still bleeding back there but he knew he had been before. The warmth of blood on his butt cheeks as Barnell thrust into him, the stickiness as their flesh met, the coppery smell that mixed with the odor of vomit that lingered in the air were all evidence of the damage Barnell had done. Thank God Barnell hadn’t been large. Victor would certainly have died from internal damage. He sobbed again. Would that have been so bad? Dying? He should have fought back harder. He should have been more aware of his surroundings instead of daydreaming. He should have never let his guard down. He should have waited for MiniHulk to go with him to the gym. He should have slammed that door in Barnell’s face. Victor examined every minute and was able to find every mistake he’d made before they’d got to the shed. He lay passive in the rear seat of the vehicle instead of kicking out the window, or kicking Barnell in the head while he drove. He could have tried to get his arms around his front and given himself a fighting chance. He should have seen the signs that he was a target. He’d put himself in a situation that resulted in the attack. He didn’t fight back hard enough when they first knocked him to the ground. He should have rolled and leapt to his feet to meet the attack. Even if he couldn’t fight off two of them he could have run. He should have shouted. It was no one’s fault but his. If his stomach wasn’t already empty, he would have thrown up all over again. Why had they locked the door? Why had they left him there? Why had they left him there? To come back. And either do it all over again, or take care of him once and for all in the darkness of night Probably both. He jerked. No! Please No! Even though it sent a searing pain through his ass, he tried to reach the floor with his feet. He squirmed and writhed causing more pain in his wrists and shoulders. He was too small, his legs not long enough as they swung in empty air. He began to cry again even after thinking he had no more tears to shed. He cried through the pain. He forced his head into the pool of vomit and pushed, scooting his body the tiniest inch backwards. They were coming back. When? How long was it since they left? He did it again, moving just the barest bit. His breath came in ragged sobs. Another inch and a crippling pain stabbed through his shoulders and back. His arms. Locked up behind him and hooked. What had they put him on? He tried to think. The image of the shelves inside the shed flashed in his mind, the picture of when they first dragged him inside. An extension cord, looped. A hook, in a ‘J’, straight out, mounted on the side of the shelves. The cuffs were hooked over it. He moved his numb hands, feeling the metal cuffs bite into his wrists and sending a new spike of agony down his arms. He felt the hook, examined it with his difficult to move fingers. Cold metal. A few inches long, maybe three. Two? Curved. The ground couldn’t be far away. If he could get his hips back more he could get his toes on the ground to support his weight enough to work his wrists off the hook. He tried again, this time pulling on his wrists as he tried to scoot back. If his wrists broke, they broke. He couldn’t think about that. He shifted into cold desperation as he grunted and fought to release his hands. He was probably causing damage. He didn’t care. It took him far too long to wedge himself backwards centimeters at a time. Every movement backwards raised his arms at a higher angle causing his nerves to flare up with throbbing molten torment. He suffered the now constant but duller stinging ache in his ass as a secondary concern, welcoming the pain as a test of his resolve to live. HE provided this pain, HE controlled it as a tool for focus and determination. His anger flared. “FUCK YOU!” He screamed out with a final roar of challenge that burned through every feeling of inadequacy, every doubt, every recrimination and self-persecution. When his toes finally made contact with the floor he was gasping for breath, but the exhilaration of being so close to escape forced him onward. “GAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH”. He screamed out as he stood on his toes and pushed with his head against the shelf while pulling his hands up the metal hook to release the cuffs from their trap. So close. Almost. Another millimeter. The second the cuffs slid over the top of the hook Victor collapsed to the floor, his head slamming into the wall beside the locked door. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath and bask in the relief. But he couldn’t allow himself to rest for long as thoughts of his two attackers returning forced him to move once again. He rolled over to the side then onto his back and spun until his legs faced the shelves. Placing his feet as high as he could on the two by four vertical frame he lifted his hips to push his hands down below his ass. This was going to be the hard part. He folded his torso to decrease the distance from his shoulders to his hip as he fought to work his arms up under his ass. He laughed with an insane cackle when he said a prayer of thanks that he didn’t have an ass like Sleeper’s. First time in his life he’d been thankful for not having a muscle ass. His tiny little butt was going to help him today. And they’d done him a favor by leaving his sweats down, there was no fabric for the cuffs to get caught on and make the fight more difficult. He no longer cared about the pain in his wrists. His shoulders and arms felt instant warmth and relief but hadn’t yet recovered from the long period of immobilization. His nerves were reawakening with flares of stinging and prickling fire. His adrenaline was surging and with it the torment to his body receded. When he finally worked his wrists past his hips and ass, he relaxed his legs and folded himself in half with his hands behind his thighs. He brought his arms up and pulled them over his feet. He only allowed himself to celebrate his success for 30 seconds to regain some energy after the exhausting strain he’d just endured, lying on his back taking deep gasping breaths, his cuffed hands resting above his head. He spun around, still on his back until his feet were pointed at the door. He put everything he had into a two footed kick at the sturdy frame. It was a basic shed door, constructed of two by fours and a sheet of plywood. The darkness of the shed was not absolute and small bits of sunlight bled through several cracks where the walls met the roof. He kicked hard. The door didn’t have a handle, so it must be secured with a latch on the outside. A simple metal latch with a ring for a padlock most likely, attached with screws to the plywood. With enough force, the screws would rip through the wood and tear the latch away. He kicked again. And again, flashes of light coming through the edges every time the door flexed outward.. It was taking too long. It would eventually bust, but his kicks towards the bottom weren’t transferring enough force to the latch area. He climbed to his feet, reached down to pull up his sweats and took a few steps back. He mentally braced himself to shoulder the door with as much impetus and weight as he could manage. He pictured the latch placed near the center of the edge. He remembered how the door opened to the left from the outside, so the hinges were on his right. He’d hit the left side, toward the middle, right where the latch should be. “YOU FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHITTY FUCKING SHIT!” He screamed as he ran and lunged with his shoulder. The latch, already weakened from his repeated kicks, tore loose after only a slight resistance. The sudden daylight blinded him as he soared through the air and plowed into the dormant winter grass and dirt outside the shed. He laughed with his face into the dirt. “Fuck you motherfucker.” He said, still laughing. He didn’t know why he was laughing. He could run now. The image of his beaten body running across the base, his hands in cuffs, sent an alarm through his brain. That would draw attention. He be stopped, someone would inform the Cadre, there would be questions, an investigation. Part of him wanted that to happen, wanted Barnell and his psychotic buddy to roast and rot in prison. But it would also make him a target for all the questions he didn’t want to answer. Everything would come out, everyone would know what had been done to him. And there was the good chance Barnell and his friend would talk their way out of it with easily crafted denials and excuses for their whereabouts. Sure, Victor’s savagely raped body was clear evidence that something had happened, but there was nothing that pointed to his two attackers. Victor wasn’t completely present mentally after a while and wasn’t even sure if either of them had ejaculated to leave behind DNA evidence. And at least the other guy was an MP which meant his buddies would be the ones doing the investigation. Just the thought of doctors and nurses examining his mouth and ass, poking, looking, maybe even taking pictures… Victor dry heaved with jerky spasms with the realization that would be another rape, another intimate violation made even worse because he willingly put himself in their hands. There would be arguments about whether he remembered the details correctly, accusations of willing participation, why hadn’t he gone with another soldier to the gym? Could it be because he was trying to sneak off alone to meet someone for rough sex that just got out of control? Did he like it at first? Was this just regret after things had gone too far? Having to tell the story over and over again. Was he protecting his illicit lover by accusing Barnell and the MP? Each question forcing him to relive his terror, his pain, his torment at their hands again and again. He imagined the false sympathy of the investigator saying “We want to help you, just be honest with us, tell us the truth. You have to admit, this sounds far fetched.” He had to get the cuffs off. He tried to pull them over his folded hands but couldn’t. He got up and went to look in the shed. Maybe there was something slippery he could use. With the light from the door he looked around. He needed oil, lubricant, even some kind of glue. Anything wet. There were some canisters on the back shelves. He couldn’t see a way to work the lids off. There was wood, construction materials, a couple pieces of equipment but no motors that required oil. Some chain link fence repair tools. A couple of bags of concrete. He tried working the cuffs down again but couldn’t get past his thumb knuckle. He glanced around again. Vomit. It might work. He went to his knees. The large puddle wasn’t dry, still mushy with chunks of cereal and eggs mixed in with the stomach acid and milk. He slathered it on his hands thickly then pulled at the cuff on his left wrist while squeezing his hand together as crushed as he could make it. It was working. For the second time he was grateful for his small size. His constant and deliberate effort managed to slip the cuff past his thumb knuckle and his hand was free. He immediately realized he was still in the shed and could be trapped again too easily. He quickly slathered more of his puke on his right hand and ran outside. Now that he knew what he had to do, he had the right cuff off in less than a minute. It hurt, but the pain was nothing to him now. It was all pain. Everything was pain. So fuckin what? It took pain to survive and embracing it fully was the only way. Should he keep the cuffs, just in case? As proof? How many sets was an MP issued? Were they identified and registered to him? What time was it? The overcast sky gave him no way to judge the angle of the sun. It was afternoon, but how late? He didn’t know where he was, what part of the base. He wasn’t Infantry MOS, hadn’t been here for his post Basic training like most of the other Bravos so he had no idea what the different areas were or where. He looked around the horizon, hoping to see buildings he might recognize. He saw the training towers in the far distance, three, maybe four miles away, and began to run. The punishment to his body settled into deep aching - his ribs where he’d been kicked, his face where Barnell had kneed him, his ass, his balls, his wrists. Thankfully his shoulders had returned to normal feeling now that they were in their proper position and alignment. He ran, and as his legs pumped the rage began to build, increasing with every stride. BARRACKS 1645 Hrs Almost everyone was in place outside the barracks, lined up double file to wait for their weekend Sergeant Airborne. “Is that Weeble?” Shark asked. Assmunch whipped around to look where Shark pointed. Thank God, it was Weeble, running with a limp in his gait, holding his left ribs. They weren’t required to be in uniform outside of duty hours, but if they weren’t their clothes had to be clean and orderly. Weeble had his sweats on, and he was soaked. “Thirteen minutes, Weeble! Better hurry. Glad you made it.” Assmunch said as Weeble ran by, not looking at them or smiling and instead he seemed to have a look of determined fury he’d never seen Weeble elicit. Assmunch left his spot to follow Weeble inside the barracks. He saw Weeble at his locker removing his padlock. A pair of silver handcuffs lay on his bunk. “Victor, what’s going on?” Assmunch asked. “Nothing.” Weeble’s answer was a short bark. “Leave me alone, Brickmann. I’ll be out in a minute.” Brickmann? “Okay brother. Just remember to sign back in before getting in formation.” Assmunch replied. As he walked out the door he glanced back and saw Weeble heading for the showers, his change of clothes in his hands. He got back in formation and said to Sleeper “Something’s up with Weeble. And he had handcuffs with him.” In a whisper, Sleeper replied “Where’d he get handcuffs?” “I don’t know, I couldn’t ask. He just about ordered me to leave him alone. Whatever is going on, it’s not good.” Assmunch said. Assmunch was chewing over it in his head. Major Collins had said what they all expected, that if they were that concerned they should inform the Cadre, adding that’s what they were there for. Also, Lenger was required to inform the Cadre that Weeble hadn’t been accompanied by a buddy to the gym but it was up to him if Weeble managed to return before chow, and that he’d better be ready to answer for not only allowing Weeble to leave unaccompanied, but also for not knowing his whereabouts. “Fuck!” He said out loud. Sleeper turned around again. “What?” Assmunch growled. “The in/out sheet. I told him to sign back in, but it’s going to show he’s the only one to sign in now.” “I’ll take care of it.” Sleeper said. Sergeant Airborne would be here in just a few minutes. “You think any of the Cadre saw him running back?” “Aw hell! I don’t know. If they did, and the sign in has a different time he’s fucked, and Lenger’s fucked. “Wanker and I signed back in at 1540.” Bootlicker said from their left. “Just change our 5’s to a 6, then Weeble’s sign in right below ours will look fine. Make it look good, or do you just want me to do it?” He asked. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah Bootlicker, you have better skills with that sort of thing. Hurry.” Weeble and Bootlicker came out together, Weeble looking serious but not furious like before. There looked to be a significant bruise on the left side of his face. Had he gotten into a fight? Bootlicker looked pleased with himself. If anyone knew how to get away with something sneaky, it was Bootlicker and his pet Wanker. Wanker had probably figured out a way to jack off in every corner of the barracks by the third day. He’d also found quite a bit of contraband hidden up in the ceiling tiles above the bunks that had been left behind by previous classes at Airborne. Some skin mags, a bunch of personal items that were probably stolen, a couple of blank passes and even a fucking black hat. Probably years of discarded or stashed items all over the place. Someone stole a Cadre’s black hat. No one wanted to get caught with that and then probably couldn’t figure out a way to sneak it into their gear as a souvenir… or maybe they just wanted to leave it behind for the next class. Only Wanker would think to look up inside the ceiling. Raccoons, both of them. Assmunch told Wanker to leave that shit up there, any of that shit except the skin mags would get them dismissed immediately if it was found in their possession. The skin mags did get passed around secretly though, a couple Penthouse, a Cheri, and three Hustlers. They were still contraband and against Basic Airborne Course Standard Operating Procedures and everyone understood if they got caught with them they took the hit. Wanker became the official Airborne Barracks Librarian, chasing down overdue pornography and handing out penalties which was usually loss of porn privilege for a specified period. “Sleeper, tell Zeus to talk to Weeble when we get back. I don’t think Weeble will tell Zeus to fuck off.” Assmunch said. “Roger that.” Sleeper said just as their Sergeant Airborne walked up. Sergeant Airborne started as he stepped into double time: Here we go! Here we go! All the way! All the way! Here we go! Here we go! Every day! Every day! Sign my name on the dotted line Sign my name on the dotted line All I do is the double time All I do is the double time Up the hill Up the hill Down the hill Down the hill On the hill On the hill Up the hill Up the hill AIRBORNE! AIRBORNE! HOOAH! HOOAH! You could hear other Companies of students shouting out other cadences down the street. Chow was it’s usual stuff fest. You didn’t have the luxury of having a relaxing chat over a lovely meal in the dining facility. If any Black Hat saw your tray empty and you weren’t moving already to return it, you were ordered to do it. No one needed to be ordered anymore. Wait in line, silent, get your tray filled (you actually had a couple choices in mains, sides and desert, which was totally cool), scarf it down, return your tray and go outside. Sleeper, Troll, MiniHulk, Chunk and surprisingly Holler got double helpings on their tray. Zeus tripled his, as usual and the cooks behind the line didn’t blink. Big boys needed plenty of fuel. Dessert was fucking peach cobbler… and damn it was EXCELLENT. Assmunch regretted not getting a double of that. As they individually finished they went outside to form up to wait for Sergeant Airborne to march them back to the barracks. When everyone except Sleeper and Zeus had formed up, Lenger nudged Potter. Sergeant Airborne was still in the dining facility. “You smokers are going to police the smoking area when we get back. Someone keeps throwing their butts on the ground. And you dippers and chewers use a fucking can. Stop spitting that nasty shit on the gravel.” “It’s not us, Corporal. It’s some asshole from one of the other floors.” One of the randoms answered. “Doesn’t matter when it’s our name on the duty roster. You’re out there enough, keep it clean. Or figure out who’s doing it and Lenger will take care of it.” “You want us to snitch?” “Fuck yes I want you to snitch. They aren’t in Alpha Company, fuck them. Especially when they trash an area designated to us. You let us know who, and I’ll dump every wad of used chew I can find into their pillowcase. Just because you’re Army doesn’t mean you need to put up with getting shit on, and that’s exactly what they’re doing - shitting on you because it’s not their problem and they don’t have to keep it clean. I’m sure as hell not going to let Lenger get reamed out because of it.” Potter REALLY didn’t like assholes. Sleeper and Potter got along great, like twins. Sleeper hated assholes too. Soon after, Sleeper and Zeus preceded Sergeant Airborne out the dining facility door. They double timed it back to the barracks. Sergeant Airborne took a quick glance at the in/out sheet at the CQ desk, then walked away towards the Cadre area. Guess everything looked fine to him. Bootlicker probably already knew how to forge the Sergeant’s signature too. Once everyone was in the billeting bay they relaxed. All the randoms went to the day room to watch a movie. Their favorites were Aliens or Full Metal Jacket. They’d watched those two enough times to wear the VHS tape out and shout as a group the best lines. “This is my rifle! There are many like it, but this one is mine…”. And “Why don’t you put her in charge!” And “In case you’re not keeping up with current events, we just got our asses kicked!” The Bravos all stayed behind to study not needing to see any of the movies again. “Zeus…” Sleeper said. Zeus nodded and walked over to Weeble who was laying on his bunk staring at the ceiling tiles, uncharacteristically quiet, keeping to himself, and even more telling - unoccupied with any task. From a distance it looked like a one sided conversation, Zeus barely moved while Weeble started with some angry objection and turned away from Zeus onto his side. Assmunch was glancing over trying not to appear like he was paying close attention, but he was. Zeus reached out and put a gentle hand on Weeble’s upper arm. Weeble tried to shrug him off, but Zeus wouldn’t allow it. Finally Zeus got up off the bunk and leaned over to scoop Weeble up in his arms. Weeble tried fighting himself out of Zeus’s hold, but Zeus just pulled him in tighter, whispering something in his ear, and then Weeble curled up and pushed his face into Zeus’s big chest. Zeus lowered his head and nuzzled Weeble’s face, walking toward the exit door. Weeble looked especially small and frail in Zeus’s arms. Assmunch exchanged a look with Sleeper, who shrugged. Zeus would figure it out, and if it was anything that needed Assmunch to intervene, Zeus would tell him. Assmunch was talking with Bootlicker about the trickier parts of turning your parachute into the wind for your landing, having Bootlicker explain it again with all the things to expect. Their first jump would be tomorrow. They’d get instruction first, probably have to demonstrate donning their equipment and other skills to the satisfaction of the Cadre as well as answer questions thrown at them. There was much that had to happen before they were even permitted on their ride. But tomorrow was supposed to be sunny and clear, a perfect day to earn your wings. Zeus came back in the door, an angry look on his face. Assmunch left Bootlicker with “Thanks bro, gotta take care of this I think.” Sleeper met him in the center aisle and they walked together to meet Zeus. “Andrew, it’s bad.” Zeus said. It was difficult to determine what Zeus meant by that because Zeus’s threshold of bad was a lot lower than just about anyone else’s. But the anger on his face had all the Bravos ready to go to war. It had to be truly bad. It was worse than anything they could have imagined. Assmunch wanted to cry along with Weeble’s tear-filled recital of the events after the gym. Zeus sat behind Weeble, his arms wrapped snugly around the smaller man, and boy did that look like a great place to be during the retelling. Assmunch wished he had a set of Zeus’s arms wrapped around him listening to the sick, vile things they did to Weeble. “So you think they were going to come back?” Assmunch asked. Victor nodded. “Victor, are you okay with bringing Potter and Battles in on this? I understand if you don’t, but something has to be done. They’ve both seen some awful shit. And you should probably let Lenger check you out if you don’t want to see Doc and stir up a hornet’s nest. We’ll do it whatever way you want, bud.” Assmunch kept his voice gentle and filled with understanding. Victor looked up at Zeus, who nodded. “Sure, Andrew. It’s okay.” Victor replied. He accepted that he’d placed himself in their hands. And none of them had ever done or said anything except treated him in a way that made him feel like they would do anything for him. And if Zeus said it was okay, then he’d do it how Zeus said. “Sleeper, let’s get them out here. We need a plan.” Assmunch had already decided there was going to be some non judicial punishment for those two. His only question, or rather reluctance, was just how far to take it. There was a line he didn’t want to cross. He wondered if he’d have a choice. Potter, Battles and Lenger joined them. “Sleeper filled us in, you don’t have to repeat it, Victor. It’s hard enough telling it once.” Potter said. “I have some questions, and I need you to think hard. What makes you think they were coming back?” Potter didn’t use a soft, touchy-feely voice like Assmunch. He wasn’t here to soothe or deal with feelings. That was Assmunch’s job, and it looked like Zeus was doing a great job of helping with that. After what Sleeper told him, he was here for one thing: figure out a way to remove that filth from the U.S. Army, as painfully as possible. If this was a battlefield, he and his buddies would be figuring out which one of them was going to deliver the bullet or how they were going to hang them out on the next patrol. “They left me handcuffed and hooked up, then locked the door of the shed when they left. They weren’t goin to leave me for someone else to find that way, my sweats down around my ankles, couldn’t move, dried blood in my ass. Too many questions were gonna be asked. He left his handcuffs, prolly MP issue. He was gonna get those back.” Victor answered. “Sounds about right. They were either going to wait for dark and get you into a vehicle to take you somewhere and kill you, or do it all again THEN get you in a vehicle to take you somewhere and kill you.” Victor jerked noticeably. “They said somethin when they were carryin me into the shed. Somethin bout ‘the other one’ like they done this before.” “Were they in uniform?” Potter asked next. Victor nodded. “One of em was. An MP. He called the one in workout clothes Barnell. The MP’s name tape said ‘Wilkerson’. Saw it when he stepped back while I was pukin.” “Do you know where this shed is? Can you find it again?” Victor shrugged. “I think so. They said it was over by the armory, and when I looked around to figure out how to get back I saw the jump towers. Between four and five miles from here I figure.” Victor closed his eyes. After about ten seconds he opened them again. “Towers center, a group of hangars to the right, closer to the shed, then on the left a big building three, maybe four stories.” “That’s HQ for the 507th. Hangars are maintenance for the 1-28th. So…. That shed is East Southeast. Anything else you overheard?” Potter said. Victor thought, going through everything he remembered, every word since he had first been tackled. “Barnell said I should have gone willinly, that he would have been nice about it, made sure it felt good. He said he had to report at 1400. Said I looked like a little kid. He said they were gonna kill me and throw me into an artillery crater, cover me with a little dirt, and let all the evidence get blown to bits the next time they was practicin. After that, it was just talk about rapin me.” Victor didn’t seem weak and beaten by the time he finished, he seemed angry, furious, and so unlike his usual self that Assmunch thought he was a different person. “1400. Midshift.” Potter mused. “Definitely another MP. I don’t know of another midshift on a Sunday when no one’s working except weekend Sergeants Airborne or Medical. I guess he could be a Medic. Midshift ends at 2300. That’s lights out for us, curfew is 2200 tonight. He and Wilkerson will be back at the shed tonight, I guarantee it. And Barnell is driving the bus, so Wilkerson won’t go alone. Neither one of them will take the chance of trying to handle their victim alone. They are cowards. Battles and I got this. It’s my duty to end this fucker. I know I don’t have to say this to you four, but Victor, you don’t ever talk about this, none of it, not you getting raped, not who you told, and nothing about this entire day. Ever. Do you understand? You never went to the gym. You got that bruise when you were running and tripped, it knocked you out and that’s why you were late coming back for chow formation. Picture your route back, figure out a place you would have tripped and fallen behind something or been hidden enough no one saw you, Imagine it happening in your head, see the thing you hit your head with. That’s your story for the bruise, and your late return. You will forget the names. You will forget the shed. No one saw you with either of them, there’s absolutely no connection to you, and I can tell you neither of them has told anyone and they’ve completely covered their tracks. Remember they said ‘the other one’ so they have been careful not to leave anything behind that will point at them. You will forget this day ever happened. You have a new day that you lived, one you spent largely unconscious. Corpsman Lenger checked you out and determined you don’t have a concussion that requires medical treatment. That’s the only way this works. Did you leave the handcuffs there in the shed?” Potter just graduated from Corporal Nub to General BigSwingingDick, Assmunch decided after all of that came out so smoothly it was like he had hours to think it through. Victor shook his head. “They’re in my locker.” Potter smiled. “Good. Go get them, put them in your pants, go to the latrine and wash those fuckers within an inch of their life, every crack, every crevice, use soap, lots of soap, and hot, hot water. Got it? Then bring them to me, wrapped in a paper towel. Try not to get your hands on them after you’ve got them washed. Super clean, got it?” “Got it.” Victor said. Then with hesitation “Am I goin with you?” Potter took a breath. “I know you want a piece of them, buddy. But you let Battles and me do what we’re good at, okay? We know where we’re going. We know how to do what needs to be done. We know how to live with it afterwards.” “Thank you.” Victor said, no weakness or uncertainty in his voice at all as he looked at each of them with his jaw clenched, a nod, and a steely glint in his eyes. “I’ll never forget you guys for this. Any of you.” Victor hugged Zeus’s arms, then pulled them away from his chest to get up and go inside. Assmunch sat there thinking. He could see no other way. Anything else was going to fuck everything to hell and destroy too many lives. And his conscience wouldn’t allow this to go unpunished. Sure, walking away was always an option, always a consideration but on the scales of justice he had to weigh the fact that they were in a position to put a stop to these feral, rabid beasts in a way that was the most humane for the greatest number of people. Victor didn’t need to be dragged through an investigation. Lenger was going to get raked over the coals as an example and probably would have a black mark big enough to make sure he never went anywhere in the Navy, not for allowing a student to go off alone, one of the simplest BACSOP, that resulted in an assault and rape. Accountability. Lessons of Command. An example for future Stick Leaders. Assmunch and some of the Bravos would probably not be punished judicially, but they might be tossed from the course if for no other reason that missing instruction or flights because a rape investigation trumped putting on a parachute and they’d be sitting in chairs in offices getting grilled and making statements about what they knew before, during, and after. No, Assmunch wasn’t willing to sacrifice that much for that many in order to send this through the chain the ‘right way’. And from the looks on their faces, everyone agreed, even Zeus. Sleeper, he knew, just wanted these fuckers to pay, as harshly as possible. There was no weighing other considerations. Lenger might object to Potter’s solution, but he was smart and had figured out what this meant for his career. Potter had provided a clear, definable path through this mess that may not make them happy, but it reduced the collateral damage to zero. Assmunch wanted to have a long talk with Potter some day about how he was so good at something like this. “Can you do it?” He asked Potter. The grin he got in answer was chilling. “This is what Marines do, Assmunch. And we are very, VERY good at it. I learned a lot in Iraq, some of the most important stuff isn’t in the instruction manuals. One of the things I learned is that there are soldiers who don’t think twice about fucking other soldiers over, and that ends up getting good people killed.” “When we wake up tomorrow, tonight never happened.” Assmunch said to Sleeper and Zeus. Zeus just returned his look with a hard gaze. “I’m going with them.” A shocked look of concern froze on Sleeper’s face, and Assmunch’s. “Zeus, you don’t want a part of this. Stay here.” Zeus’s eyes never wavered. “They are very bad men, Andrew. Very bad. Very bad.” Potter shook his head. “You don’t have our training Zeus. And what we have to do, you won’t like.” “Will you hurt them?” Zeus asked. “Yeah, a lot of that.” “Good. I will hurt them too. And then I will kill them.” Zeus said. He didn’t grin coldly like Potter. His face was ice, but his eyes were burning with Godfire. Those eyes held no forgiveness, no kindness, none of their usual curiosity and innocence. A part of Assmunch was washed with great sadness to see that look. The five of them sat shocked to silence. The chill in the evening air penetrated to their bones. Finally Potter spoke. “Zeus…Gabriel… you can’t come. You think you want to kill these guys, but when the moment comes it’s not anything like what you think. Your first kill changes you, and there’s a piece of you that dies too. Some guys think it doesn’t matter and can keep going always looking forward, never back so they don’t have to think about what’s gone inside themselves. I don’t think you can lie to yourself like that, not in the way it would take to make it not matter. Other guys, like Battles and I, we accept the brutal nature of killing, of ending a life because as much as we don’t like it, it’s sometimes necessary. There are some who find they enjoy it too much, and they change too and who they were before never comes back. But all of us…we know we’re killers. This is not some act of justice, or vengeance or self defense, or following orders. It’s cold blooded murder. I can wake up tomorrow and run, eat breakfast, focus on the instructors and the Jumpmaster, come back and sleep just fine. You won’t. Two more deaths for me won’t matter. No matter which way it goes for you, you will dwell on it, relive it, see it again and again on repeat in your head. You wonder how many times you have to watch him die before he stays dead and goes away. Before the moment you’re certain. When the moment comes you’re either high on adrenaline or terrified. Some guys, their hands shake so bad they can’t pull the trigger. After that round leaves the barrel the doubts begin to sing. They sing loud, and they don’t stop. The image of their body going suddenly lifeless and dropping to the ground stays with you for days after, sometimes weeks. And this won’t be an enemy bent on killing you first. This will be two American soldiers, subdued and begging for their lives. You will have enough opportunities to kill if you see combat. I hope you don’t. No one knows who they’re going to be when they come out the other side. This is not for you, not this time, not this way. You aren’t ready.” While Potter talked, I saw the angry fire in Zeus’s eyes sputter and die. He lowered his head. “Okay.” Sleeper looked at Potter with an intense gratefulness that could almost be felt. “Sleeper, Zeus… why don’t you go inside and watch over Victor. I need to have a talk with Assmunch here.”

A trip to a bathhouse a black cock and a bottle of poppers tapped in to and released my inner cum slut no discussion or rubbers status etc had me face down ass up raking the load and when he pulled out another one slid in before I could move

Dino had sent out a text to some guys he knew from Married but cheaters group and a few other buds and put up a post on a private hookup side. The post and text read – Breed my girl, horny minx needs big dick and cum, in her mouth, ass and pussy. Yes, she is a three-hole girl! Only big dicks apply. In a matter of minutes, he had more then ten replies. He texts the few he knew the address and some addition pics of her, and guys started to text times where would be there. The first was 10 minutes away. Tall Red Head Dino had met at a sex party last fall and he knew he would make for a good first Bull ready to breed and use Liz. Dino kept answer emails and texts. Two were BBCs from the party he attended, and one was skinny white dude older had to be late 40’s with a big thick cock on him. Not as big as the BBC but close. The emails were mostly being deleted but a few were sent out, and guys were told it was all bare and some guys dropped out but two stood out. Older 55-year-old who warned that most women can not take his big dick and he was hoping my girlfriend could handle him. He asked Dino if she have ever been fisted and that would be a good sign she could. The other guy was a younger guy 25 5’9 140 with ten inches and he wanted to see if Dino would let him fist his girlfriend. Dino decided that these two were meant to attend and after the guys he know he would take a chance on these two and see where it went. He sent send an email to the young guy and told him his Girl had never taken a fist before, but he would like to have her experience it and he wanted him to break her in. Dino’s Red Headed buddy arrived and Dino had him come through the side door that led right to her room. He walked in and went straight for her cunt and fingered her and she moaned and then he came around and unzipped and played with her tits while he jacked his cock and once hard, he pulled her head and Liz opened her mouth and he slide his cock in and she sucked him rock hard. He got hard and thicker till he was at his full 9” and cocking Liz on his dick all the way to his red pubes. Dino watched as he fucked her throat and told her what a goo whore she was. Brent the Red head Slapped her tits as he continued to shove his dick down her throat and then pulled his dick out allowing Liz a break from his dick but not his hands as he pinched and slapped her tits for another several minutes and then went back to her ass and pussy and he slide his dick inside her pussy to get it all cummy and then pulled out and shoved his rock hard dick in her ass and she let out a scream. He fucked her ass for ten minutes and then slammed in deep and shot his load. He pulled out and cleaned up and left without saying a word to Dino. Dino thought that was hot. The first of the BBC’s arrived two minutes later and he walked in and examined her ass and pussy and as he pulled out his hug thick Black cock and slide it inside her pussy making her moan and shake. Liz shook for four minutes or so and came hard on his dick and that make him fuck her hard and he too soon shot his load inside her. He thanked me for that white pussy and as he was cleaning up the other BBC entered, and they nodded at each other. They had fucked lots of pussy together. He proceeded to pull out his 11-inch dick and slide it inside Liz and then like the Red Head he put it in her ass but slowly and when he was about 8 or so inches inside her he started long dicking her opening her hole to take more and more of his dick until he was finally all the way inside her. The other BBC guy had left, and he fucked her like that for twenty minutes and then shot his load inside her shaking while he shot rope after rope inside her. Then he pulled out and have me a nod and left after he cleaned up and snaked his dick back in his pants. I text the young dude who liked fisting, he said he would be in the area after we exchanged info. He responded right away and said 5 minutes. It was actually three minutes and this blonde guy 5’10 145 blue eyes walked in carrying a bag. He said he and that he is good at this and that she would love it. Then he said, does she have cum inside her? Dino said fuck yes, she does, lots of it. The young guy smiled and went over and unzipped his bag and pulled out some lube, toys and then he went and knelt and began to kiss Liz’s pussy and clit and then pull her lips apart and lick the cum and taste it and then he eats her out and sucked on her cunt for the next five minutes and Dino had never thought it was hot before this kid did it. Wow, he thought as his dick grew. He unzipped and started to jack off while he watched the kid finger her and Liz began to moan. He went from one, two and then three and soon had four fingers inside her twisting away. He then pulled his fingers out and licked off the cum and went back to sucking on her cunt till he was satisfied and then grabbed the lube and lubed up his hands after he pulled out his 7” dick. He began to slide his four fingers back inside her and he worked them in an out of her at all angled and switching hands and then without warning he slide his right hand all the way inside and Liz lost her breath for a minute and then started moaning and panting as he moved his hand around inside her. Dino was mesmerized at the side of his fist inside her and he spoke out and said fuck that is hot. The kid told Dino to rub her clit and he picked up steam fisting her cunt and Liz was going crazy moaning and her legs were shaking involuntarily. It was less then a minute and she came again with the kids fist inside her. The kid kept fisting her with one fist and then the other while Dino rubbed her clit and then the kid grabbed the lube and lubed up Dino’s hand and then guided it to her pussy and Dino started to finger her and soon had three and then four inside her. Dino has much larger hands making the four fingers insider her a much tighter fit. Liz began to moan as the kid coached Dino through the fisting. Rotate your hand inside her, yea like that he said. Dino did it for a little more and then the kid said, let me show you, pull out slowly. The kid slides his hand inside Liz and showed Dino how to rotate his hand and then he pulled out and left four fingers inside and left his thumb out and showed him how to rotate his and to work his thumb inside. The kid pulled out and lubed up both Dino’s hands and let him work Liz more. Dino slide two and then three and back to four fingers and rotated them like the kid showed and then he worked his thumb and his four fingers back and forth as Liz moaned and whimpered and then there was a pop, and his fist went inside her pussy. Liz screamed and moaned and finally said stop but it was too late. The kid told her to breath as he went over to her and whispered in her ear. Breath baby, you love it. He whipped his hands off and put one over her mouth and grabbed on of her tits and sucked on the other. She was making all kinds of noise as Dino began to open her up with his big hand. The kid played with Liz for five minutes and then went back to couched Dino on pulling out his hand gently and he immediately took her place and slide on hand inside her and then the other. He began to fuck her hard and deep and she soon came again and then he got up pulled one of his hands out of her and replaced it with his dick and fucked her till he shot inside her. He then pulled out and whipped off with a towel he brought and thanked Dino again and said he wanted to do it again soon. Then he walked out the door. Dino looked at Liz and he thought it was enough for today and he was going to blow off the older guy, but another email and text hit and the guy was down the street. Dino invited him over and cleaned up Liz from all the lube and soon the door opened and in walked this tall dude. The guy had to be mid 50’s tall and lean and otherwise average. He said hello, you know your wife’s pussy will be unrecognizable when I am done. Dino was having second thoughts when the guy dropped his pants and Dino could see this huge soft dick hanging and he had to see how big it got. The guy started rubbing Liz’s clit and then he asked if she had been fisted and Dino told him yes! The older guy smiled and as his dick grew to the thickest club Dino had ever seen. He thought he had a big dick or those black guys, but they had nothing on this guy. It was only 7.5 or long and it had to be 8 or night in circumference. Holy fuck how was Liz going to take it is all Dino could think and then the guy handed him a ball gag. Your Wife will need this, leave it in until I tell you to take it out. Dino placed the ball gag in Liz’s mouth, and she fought him as she seemed to be spent but without her hands, he got the ball gag in her mouth and fastened it. Dino just said it is in. the guy said good and started to finger Liz two finger then three and finally four. Dino came around to see this massive dick on the guy as he continued to finger fuck Liz and the guy turned to Dino, boy you wife will want me again. The first ten minutes may be touch for both of you, but you need to commit to letting me have her. You want to give your wife to me? Let me destroy her pussy? Dino just nodded yes. The man smiled and told him she would eventually thank him and withdrew his fingers and lined up his fat dick and rubbed her lips with it and tapped her pussy with it and then lined up and he began a slow insertion. Liz began to her muffled screams. Dino watched as inch after inch went into her now tight pussy and the man slowly inserted and then pulled back and inserted as he opened Liz up for his big dick. The man turned to Dino and said, fuck this is some great pussy. It has been a long time since I had anything fresh like this. Thanks for giving her to me boy. Dino’s expression was one of dismay and some disapproval as he liked everything the guy said other than boy, but he did not say anything and just watched as the guy pressed away stretching Liz. Liz began to shake and came hard, the guy turned and said boy your wife loves my huge dick. Liz was still screaming through the ball gag. The guy reassured Dino that she will soon love it am almost there son. Dino did not like being called son, but it was better then boy. Dino kept rubbing his dick and eventually pulled it out and began jacking it. This was making him hot watching Liz open like that. The guy told Dino that he should shoot on her pussy when he gets close so he could use it for lube. Dino said OKAY and kept jacking and his breathing started to get heavy and the guy pulled out and Dino could see her gaping pussy slowly close, and it was all he could take, and he stepped over and show his load on that beautiful flower. Dino shot a huge load on her and then moved back. The older man told him how hot that looked with Dino’s cum on her and then he rubbed his cock all over the cum and then slide inside Liz and resumed fucking her. She came two more times before he was all the way inside her and once, he had her molded to his dick he had Dino take off the ball gag and Liz was moaning and begging for more. This went on for ten more minutes and the guy began to shake and then moan as he unloaded inside Liz. He held there for a minute and then slowly pulled out and cum followed and dribbled out of her pussy before she closed back up. He then grabbed a towel and said, boy that is some grade a pussy on your wife. Let me know when she is available for another round and then he walked out the door. Dino got Liz unstrapped and helped her into bed and she did no say much but held Dino tight as she fell asleep. Dino kissed her and held her making Liz feel safe and loved.