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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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A few years ago I had a married, straight friend who enjoyed playing with me and my cocksuckers. It started out with him asking me questions about gay hookups. I explained to him that I usually had anywhere from one to three regular cocksuckers that I could hook up with on a regular basis. He thought it sounded hot and asked if he could tag along the next time I used one of my fags. Of course I agreed and a few days later he and I were sitting next to each other naked on the sofa of one of my cocksuckers. He was hooked immediately. We decided to play together at least once a week. We ended up being serviced by two of my more regular fags. It was always very hot. He even got into watching gay porn during the servicing. We just got blow jobs for the first few months. It then progressed to breeding and feeding. This went on for about six more months. Unfortunately he ended up being transferred and had to move. Every now and then I'll get a text from him. He tells me that he is using fags and his new town and will always be thankful that I showed him the ropes. Of course all of the credit goes to the skills of fags and cocksuckers doing what they do best.

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

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.

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

Crabs was first, and several times. My God, I love eating ass. There was one time I had them in my eyebrows and eyelashes. I had gonorrhoea the first time my senior year of university. I think once thereafter. I’ve had giardia several times either from eating ass or sucking a dick ATM. And of course, HIV. I was infected the last weekend March 1999 and zero converted May 6, 1999. I was 22.

as time has passed i have become a complete bareback slut. to the point now i only want it raw. i beg for cum. i love feeling a guy twitch and unload inside me. the last guy i met ive now seen a few times and we no longer discuss it, i help him slide in raw every single time and he never warns me, never pulls out. last time (this past weekend) he shot two loads in me and then i begged for another to the point of riding it out of him. by that point the cum was running out of me and down my legs. still wanted more. is there any going back? i think not. anyone else like this? where does it lead?

I’ve had some great times fucking whored out Boys. It’s fucking hot knowing they’ve been ordered by their owners to submit to anyhing I want. I’m always fuck them rough. They expect it. I’ve seeded every whore I’ve fucked.

The fat black man fucking me indicated he was about to cum. His equally fat black cock was tearing me up and I loved it. The bathhouse was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. I was hunched over a fuck bench holding on for dear life as the raw fucker battered and buttered my hole with his load. A faint wave of guilt interrupted my pleasure at being bred when I thought of my boyfriend Chet who at the moment was discussing the latest Mark Kurlansky book at his weekly book club meeting. He had no idea I spent my Tuesdays hunting down loads at any number of adult establishments. The guy pulled out and I caught a glimpse of his half hard cock shiny with lube and cum swinging heavily below his gut. Before I could decide whether to stay or go the old guy in the corner who had been jerking off to the show made up his mind. He stepped up and slipped his cock into my well used hole. He was not as big as the black guy but plenty big enough. I moaned as he eased himself into a slow fuck. Then a voice from the dark shattered my idyll. "Well look who we have here," Brad, one of Chet's best friends sauntered up to me from out of the shadows. Fuck!!! Brad was a big oaf of a man, red blonde and furry. I had always been curious about him, wondered what he was packing. Unfortunately I was about to find out. He stood in front of me his big legs wide, arms crossed, a shit eating grin on his malicious face. I was not exactly trapped but I was loathed to push the old man off me before I got his load and besides I was already busted now all I could do is wait to find out the cost of my betrayal. "Sooo...," Brad drawled, "while the hubby is off chatting about the best seller list and drinking wine spritzers you're here getting your slut hole filled." He was right but I had to try to get out of this. Unfortunately my sex addled and desperate brain was not up to the task. I tried to bluff, " It's not what it looks like." Of course it was exactly what it looked like. "This is my first time. I was curious, please don't tell Chet." I was yammering on but Brad cut me off. "Don't insult my intelligence buddy. I might look like a ditch digger but my brain works just fine. I saw your piece of crap Tacoma when I pulled in here." Hey, my crazy brain protested inwardly, my truck was not a piece of crap. "You know Mark that works the counter? We go way back. I still throw him a bone once in a while and by bone I mean I fuck him. The guy has no discretion, gotta mouth like a fish wife. He says you are in here every Tuesday without fail. Says he even fucked you once on a break. Soooo...you gonna stick with your bullshit story?" The old guy was still fucking me even as he soaked in all Brad had to say. He chuckled at the last line. I did not know what to say so I remained quiet. Brad moved closer, his groin so close but not touching. I tried not to look but his bloated meat was so hard to resist. It was big and pink and tasty looking. My pride, what little I had left kept me from reaching for it. He trailed a big mitt down my back to my ass, kneading my cheeks and pulling them apart so the guy fucking me could get in deeper. "We always wondered, me and the guys that is, what your hole would feel like. You're a good looking man. I never imagined I'd have a shot with you, nope not in a million years." His hands kept moving. "Not you with your GQ looks, $200 shoes and vintage ties." The guys did tend to give me a lot of grief over my 'fancy' cloths and expensive hair cuts. "But look at you, under that glossy refined exterior is just another slut cum dump begging for loads. I started to protest, again he shut me up. "Don't even!", he cut himself off by roughly grabbing my chin so he could look me in the eye. "I've been watching you this whole time. I saw you get fucked through a glory hole. And what about that fat slob that just seeded your hole and this geezer." He gestured at the old man who was still banging away. "No offense intended." The old man cackled, "None taken. I fucked this guy before. I ain't never seen him turn down a dick." "Cut the crap and just admit you are a cum dump." "No load refused," added the old man laughing heartily and sounding like a craigslist ad. I slumped in defeat. My secret was out. "Okay Gramps," Brad was taking charge," time for you to breed this bitch. I've got plans for his ass and they don't include you." "Alright, alright," the old man huffed, " getting close, so close." Then he let out a long squeaky moan and I knew he was getting his nut. Also I recognized the moan. He had fucked a load into my ass more than once. He was probably a Tuesday night regular also. I rarely bother to turn and look at the guys fucking me on the bench. I love the sleazy anonymity of it. The geezer pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "Have fun boys, looks like you two have some catching up to do." He wandered off throwing a wave over his shoulder, "See you next Tuesday." Bastard! I tried to get off the bench but Brad was having none of it. I settled back down too afraid of him to argue. "You just get comfy. We are waiting for someone." "Who! Who are we waiting for?" I started to panic fearing he had called Chet. "Is it...is it..."I was so breathless I couldn't even say his name. "Calm down buddy. It's not Chet. Just a mutual friend looking forward to getting to know you better and I mean that in the Biblical sense." Oh shit that could only be one person, Brad's pal, the biggest asshole in the metropolitan area, BJ." And as if on cue he stepped into the room a smile so big on his face I thought his jaw might split and fall off. BJ, one of the guys, was one of Chet's oldest friends. They went to high school together and I think that was the only thing they had in common. Chet was too much of a sweetheart to tell BJ to get lost and BJ liked Chet's liquor cabinet too much to exit the scene. BJ was not even his real name. He earned it by getting caught twice in high school receiving blow jobs from classmates in the restroom. BJ was every bit as big as Brad but where Brad was bearish BJ was big boned and raw skinned with hard spare muscles and without an ounce kindness in his ugly mug. He reminded me of Willem Dafoe. I detested him. He was a lazy creep, always skirting the law and his mouth was always spouting invective. BJ was one of the few men (him and Trump) that I had no desire to see his package. Every other guy on the planet, even the lowliest, grossest slob, I have to wonder about his his dick. I mean when its poking through a gloryhole what does it matter. Not BJ though. It was not his body I objected to, it was him. "Hey GQ," BJ's nickname for me, "fancy meeting you here. Enjoying yourself?" He walked around me his eyes roaming over my body greedily. I remained quiet. "You are being rude GQ. Hogging the fuck bench like this. Why don't you hop off and give one of these other fags a go." There was no one else in the room but us. They each took and arm and helped me off. I have to admit my legs were a little wobbly. Recent events had over taken my stability and reality. They guided me over to a wide padded bench and sat me in between them. "You know GQ every time I look at that pretty face of yours I have the same damn thought. I'm a fucking broken record." He slapped my knee, hard. My flinch only served to widen his already ridiculous smile. "You want to know what it is?" I shook my head. "Oh come on, aren't you a teensy weensy bit curious." His grip on my knee became painful. "Okay, okay," I gave in trying to push his hand off my knee. "Tell me." Now I should point out I am not exactly a 90lb weakling. I am 6'2'', 175lbs, but both these guys had a couple inches on me and way more muscle. BJ was terrifyingly strong. "When I look at you," he snarled, "I want to feel that arrogant face of yours pushing into my ass." God no! He wants me to eat his ass. Now don't get me wrong. I am a devoted ass eater and the hairier the better but fucking BJ. NO WAY! It would be too demeaning, too gross. He could see the refusal in my face. I looked him the eye and I have never seen a more disgusted and hateful expression. "I know what you think of me GQ. I know you think you are better than me. That I am trash, that I only use people for what I can get. And who knows you might be right but I am not the one that just got caught cheating on his boyfriend and not only cheating but whoring out his hole to anybody with a heartbeat and a hard-on so you tell me old pal who's trash now? Which one of us is on the moral high ground?" My heart lurched. He was right. I did think I was better than him but was I really? BJ did not give me any more time to ponder the issue. "Don't worry about it sport," he ruffled my hair like I was a five year old. "I am totally willing to come down to your level, your lying cheating morally corrupt level. You can keep cheating on your boyfriend like you want and I am going to blackmail your ass...so I can get into your ass. You can keep your happy Martha Fucking Stewart life with preppy little Chet but on Tuesday nights you're mine. And Brad's of course." He gave Brad a friendly punch on the shoulder. I had to make one last attempt at getting out of this. "C'mon Brad you are better than this," I pleaded. "Don't let this asshole lead you into something you will regret. Brad shook his head but with no regret. "Sorry bud, this is a dream come true." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled us closer and despite the agony my soul was in I noticed how damn good he felt. "I have jerked off too many times dreaming of this moment and there is no way in hell I am letting it slip by. Besides you know, deep down, you want this. Hell I notice you checking out my package all the time." He had me there. I spent many a social gathering staring at his crotch trying to decide if he was cut or not. BJ interrupted. "Enough jibber jabber, my ass isn't going to eat itself." Two seconds later I was on my back staring up at BJ's hairless and wrinkled pucker. He pressed his hole to my lips and I clamped my mouth shut. He wiggled his ass back and forth, the silky weight of his sack caressing my chin. "Time to get busy GQ. I am not going to say it again. Either your tongue goes up my hole or I get my cell to call Chet." I gave in and pushed my tongue out. A few licks and his hole opened up like a spring flower. A few more licks and I was in deep and god help me he tasted so good. My cock was rock hard. My cum dump instinct took over and I was busy trying to push my head up his ass. I couldn't believe I was eating BJ's ass and loving it. I hated him but could not get enough of his hole. I could hear Brad talking to someone. Then I heard, "Go ahead and fuck him. He's not going anywhere." A moment later I felt the head of a cock rubbing up and down my asshole. When he paused I pushed out and managed to get it in me. "God damn," the guy swore, "he's a hungry bottom ain't he." Then he slammed the rest of his cock into me and I was breathless for a moment with both the pain in my ass and the lack of available air due to BJ grinding his hole hard in my face. I had no complaints. Except for being caught out life was fucking great. I had a raw anonymous cock in my ass and tasty asshole to feast on. There was nothing to do but enjoy. The top did not last long. He shot his load and departed but was immediately replaced by another and I wondered if it was Brad. Turns out it was not. Brad wanted my hole good and loaded before he had his way with me. BJ did not seem in any hurry to disengage his hole from my tongue so I settled in for a long rimming session. When I did get a break I asked the guys if they had any poppers. I was in total slut mode now. "You continue to shock me GQ," said BJ. "Be right back." He headed off towards the lockers but not before suggesting to Brad that I might be more comfortable in a sling. I followed Brad to the sling room not bothering to hide my eagerness. He patted the sling gesturing me to get in. Shyly I asked him if I could suck his dick before he fucked me. I still felt awkward about the situation but Brad's cock was even more beautiful than I had imagined and I could not wait to taste it. He shook his head as he pushed me into the sling, pulled my legs up and fastened the shackles to my ankles. "You're gonna be sucking my dick a lot. Don't worry your pretty head about that. You and my meat are going to get very well acquainted but right now its not about what you want and what I want is to see you fucked raw. I want to hear you beg for my meat in your cheating slut hole." BJ soon reappeared tossing me the little brown bottle. He had even thoughtfully removed the annoying plastic seal. I immediately took a hit and felt my hole pulse with the chemical high. As much as I hated BJ I wanted him to fuck me more than anyone. He teased my hole with his cock backing away every time I tried to get him inside. He was loving it and to be honest so was I. "Beg for it," he insisted," tell me what a piece of shit slut you are." "Please fuck me BJ, please. I want your load so bad." "What's my name?" his voice turned harsh and he gave my nut sack a smack. I flinched and started over over. I was too slow in responding with his real name. "David," I gasped when he menaced my balls again sending shivers of pain through my body. "I'm a lying, worthless cum dump that doesn't deserve your load David." I shouted. "It's too good for me but I need it." I rambled on doing a shit job I am sure but I knew he was going to fuck he just wanted to humiliate me first. I didn't care. I wanted cock. Luckily I managed a hit of poppers as he slammed his full length into me. It was brutal but felt so fucking good. It was a hate fuck and I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't touch my cock for fear of blasting off. Losing all self esteem and I pulled at BJ trying get him close enough for a kiss. His look of disgust only served to make my cock harder. "You really are pathetic," he spit before pressing his lips to mine and exploring my gums with his tongue. I kissed him greedily trying to make sure every inch of his rampant cock was lodged in my greedy hole. When he shot his load my bliss went into overdrive. His ugly mug contorted and his muscles strained as he concentrated on his nut making sure I was fully bred and loaded. He pulled out too soon offering Brad a turn. Brad mounted me quickly and BJ came to my side to have his cock cleaned. Brad was a fun fuck, his boyish smile never leaving his lips as he watched me clean cum and ass juice off my rival. Instead of breeding me Brad went to my other side and pushed his cock into my mouth. BJ surprised me by bending over to share giving Brad a blow job. When the orgasm came BJ took most of the jizz but then pushed it into my mouth. We shared a cummy kiss snowballing Brad's load. My cock was a hair trigger at this point. As soon as Brad put his lips to my cock I exploded. I moaned into BJ's mouth and spit frothed cum dribbled out as the most extreme orgasm I had yet to experience shattered my body. Brad joined us for a three way kiss so share my load. Brad and BJ helped me out of the sling and we all headed for the showers in silence. I had no idea what to say or how I should feel. What I did know was that I wanted these two men again. I wanted them to use me as they saw fit. As we all dressed I turned to BJ. "Next Tuesday," It was a question. Grabbing his bag he shrugged. "I'll think about it," but the wink told me my hole was going to get well acquainted with BJ's cock. I stopped at Barnes and Noble on the way home and bought Chet a $200 gift card.

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

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

As a top, cumdumps are the boys i prefer. I'll choose the loose sloppy cunts over the tight virging hole. Sluts have fewer limits, and you can be filthier with them. I whore out my partners, cannot be monogamous. So i enjoy fucking other sluts when they're whored out by their owner. Especially fucking his loaded hole in front of his man is such a turn on. Make him moan and beg, see his owner get hard looking at random dude breeding his boy. Keep up the good work pig

Jason and Jimmy were sprawled on the couch, the late afternoon sun casting lazy streaks across the room. Jason’s phone buzzed, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips as he read the message from Dan. “Looks like Dan’s interested,” Jason said, holding up the phone. Jimmy’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and challenge. “Your turn last time,” Jimmy said, leaning forward, his tone sharp but playful. “This one’s mine.” Jason raised an eyebrow, considering the proposition. Jimmy’s smirk deepened, and Jason relented, typing a quick reply. “Busy right now, but my roommate Jimmy thought you were hot. He might be interested if you are. He’s… not doing anything tonight.” Jimmy snatched the phone from Jason’s hand, reading the message with a grin. “Smooth,” he muttered, handing it back. Jason shrugged, standing up and stretching. He made a date for Dan to come over and do Jimmy in an hour. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” he said, grabbing his bag. “As if,” Jimmy replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Jason rolled his eyes and headed out, leaving Jimmy alone with his anticipation. By the time Dan arrived, Jimmy was already naked, lounging on the couch with his uncut cock hardening at the thought of what was to come. The doorbell chimed, and Jimmy took a moment to savor the power of the situation before calling out, “Come in.” Dan stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to Jimmy’s exposed body. He hesitated, but Jimmy’s confident smirk put him at ease—or perhaps it was the promise of what was to come. “Bedroom’s this way,” Jimmy said, rising slowly, his cock swaying with the movement. Dan followed, his breath quickening as the reality of the situation sank in. In the bedroom, Jimmy wasted no time. He pushed Dan against the wall, his hands roaming over Dan’s body, stripping him of his clothes with practiced efficiency. Dan’s cock was already hard, and Jimmy smirked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “On your knees,” Jimmy commanded, his voice low and commanding. Dan obeyed, sinking to the floor as Jimmy stepped closer, his uncut cock hovering just above Dan’s lips. “Deep throat it,” Jimmy ordered, gripping the base of his shaft. Dan opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the head and slowly taking more, his throat constricting as he swallowed Jimmy’s length. Jimmy groaned, thrusting gently at first, then harder, his hips snapping forward as Dan gagged softly, his eyes watering with the effort, staring upward at the large biohazard tat over Jimmy's heart. “Good boy,” Jimmy murmured, pulling out and stroking Dan’s hair. “But we’re not done yet.” Jimmy pushed Dan onto the bed, spreading his legs wide. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path down Dan’s chest, pausing to lick and suck at his nipples before continuing southward. Dan squirmed, his breath hitching as Jimmy’s mouth hovered over his cock, teasing but not touching. “Please,” Dan whispered, his voice desperate. Jimmy smirked, finally taking Dan’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the head. Dan moaned, his hands tangling in Jimmy’s hair as he thrust his hips upward, seeking more friction. Jimmy hummed, the vibration sending shivers through Dan’s body. But Jimmy wasn’t done. He pulled away, positioning himself between Dan’s legs. “Time for the main event,” he said, lining his cock up with Dan’s hole. He pressed forward slowly, savoring the resistance before pushing in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Dan gasped, his body tightening around Jimmy’s cock as he adjusted to the intrusion. “Fuck,” Dan breathed, his voice trembling. Jimmy began to thrust, his movements deliberate and relentless. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, his uncut cock sliding deep into Dan’s ass. “You like that, don’t you?” Jimmy taunted, his voice rough with desire. “Like being filled up, used?” Dan could only nod, his mouth falling open as Jimmy’s thrusts grew harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the room. Jimmy reached down, gripping Dan’s cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. "On your stomach now," Jimmy said, pulling out of Dan's ass. “Suck it,” Jimmy commanded, pulling out abruptly. Dan didn’t hesitate, leaning forward to take Jimmy’s cock back into his mouth, his lips stretching around the head as Jimmy fucked his face. Jimmy groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him as he thrust in and out of his mouth. “Not done yet,” Jimmy growled, pushing Dan back onto the bed. He flipped Dan onto his stomach, spreading his legs wide and pressing back inside, his cock sliding effortlessly into Dan’s stretched hole. Jimmy’s thrusts were savage now, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into Dan from behind. “Gonna cum,” Dan choked out, his voice strained. “Not yet,” Jimmy snapped, reaching around to grip Dan’s cock tightly. He stroked in time with his thrusts, his other hand slapping Dan’s ass as he fucked him relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies—wet slaps, heavy breathing, and the occasional moan. Jimmy’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock twitching as he neared the edge. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Gonna plant my seed deep in your ass.” With a final, brutal thrust, Jimmy came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his load past Dan’s second ring. Dan cried out, his own orgasm crashing over him as Jimmy’s hand tightened around his cock, milking him dry. Jimmy collapsed onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pulled out, his softening cock slipping free of Dan’s hole. Dan lay still, his body trembling with the aftermath of pleasure. Jimmy rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “You poz?” he asked casually, his tone belying the intensity of the moment. Dan shook his head, his voice hoarse. “No.” Jimmy feigned surprise, his eyebrow arching. “Really? I’d’ve pegged you for a poz slut, the way you were begging for it.” Dan flushed, but he didn’t deny it. Jimmy smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Get dressed,” he said, his tone dismissive. “Time for you to go.” Dan nodded, climbing off the bed and pulling on his clothes. Jimmy watched him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. By the time Dan left, Jimmy was already lounging on the bed, his phone in hand, scrolling through messages as if nothing had happened. Jason returned later that evening, finding Jimmy in the living room, a smug expression on his face. “How was the baths?” Jimmy asked, his tone deceptively casual. “Relaxing,” Jason replied, raising an eyebrow. “You?” Jimmy grinned, leaning back on the couch. “Planted my seed in Dan’s ass,” he said, his voice low. “And THE seed in his mind.” Jason’s smiled. "Told him he took cock like a sexy poz slut," Jimmy’s smirk deepened, but he said nothing more, leaving the future open to interpretation. The room fell quiet, as the two of them considered their next moves.

PART 7: Griff We got Tag set up in the sling, now completely naked legs splayed and hole exposed. Vulnerable. “You ready for what’s next?” I ask him as I slather my cock in lube. “Oh fuck yes” Tag demures lazily stroking himself and smiling with beady eyes In a way that tells us all just how high he’s become. Oh yeah, he’s ready. “You sure you don’t want first dibs?” I ask Tom as he moves to be by Tags head. “Naw, I’m right where I belong” he says as he settles in his head right by Tags. Then Colin is there and has the rigs. He hands me and Tom ours. I place mine gingerly behind my ear. “It’s time. Work that cock in this piglet, babe.” Colin says. And I do. Tags tight hole feels so good around my cock as it welcomes me in without complaint. He moans. “More.” ”Don’t be greedy” I wink as I come to a standstill inside him while Colin ties his arm off. We’d talked him through everything and what to expect but he looks anxious for a moment. “Relax boy” Colin says ”Baby brother, look at me.” Tag does and relaxes they kiss for a moment and while distracted Colin makes quick and painless work of getting a vein, plunging the point in and getting it to register. Then he plunges the drug into Tag and undoes the tourniquet. Tom breaks their kiss at that moment. “You did it?! Already? Wow. I didn’t feel a-“ Then Tag’s speech is interrupted as he begins to cough and experience his first rush. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck”. I smile at him “You’re a slam pig now, babe” ”Fuck me now” he demands as he pistons himself against my cock in the cock and cum hungry fit of the rush. I hear Tom cough as his slam hits. “ Do you want more cock, Tag?” Tom asks stroking his impressive erection. I think to myself if Tag doesn’t want it, I do. “Fuck yeah. I want all the cock. I wanna be a cum hungry slam pig. Whore me out to any cock. I fucking need it” ”Oh yeah, he’s a pig alright. And a chip off the old block” Colin says kissing Tom before administering his own slam. I’m fucking Tag in the sling as Colin catches my eye when he flashes, his blood filling his point. “You want my blood slam, slave? Be poz like your master?” He whispers in my ear. I look him intently in the eye. The other boys are too engage to see the conversation we’re having. Which is just as well because this is the kind of thing Tom can’t wrap his head around or get into. “Oh fuck yes, Master” I whisper back my cock jolting forward into Tag’s cunt “Tomas, take over for Griffin while I point him, wont you?” Colin says without ever breaking eye contact from me. “Fuck yeah” I pull out of Tag and as soon as I do Colin is on his knees to clean my cock the. Eat out tag for a moment before shoving his own fat cock into him. “You’ll get more daddy dick later boy” ”please!” Tag says hungrily then Tom slides into his brother’s hole and it looks complete. Like a picture fully formed. I dunno. Maybe it’s the hopeless romantic in me. Colin takes me by the hand and leads me to his bedroom. As soon as we’re inside he shoves me on the bed gets my legs up and gets his cock inside me. “There’s no going back once we do this. You know that, right?” ”I know. This is what I want. Convert me. Make me your property.” ”I’ll be gettting you a biohazard tattoo as soon as you test poz” My dick sprung at the thought. “Yes, master” “We’re still having that date in two days, but this seals the deal. You sure u want a master, Griff?” “Yes. I am sure I want YOU, Colin. I want you to poz me and I want you to be mine. I want to be your in everyway. I need you to be my master” No sooner had I said that than the needle was in my arm re-registering and pushing the bloodslam into my vein. Then he took mine from behind my ear got another vein and registered it and gave himself a bloodslam with mine. “There. Whatever else happens. It you and me forever now. I Love you Griff.” ”I Love you Colin” Then the rush hit… end part 7 the eight and final installment will come soon! please note: this story is a fantasy and while some elements are hot ideas in theory (such as bloodslams and conversions), they may require extra care to ensure safety, blood types, etc. please make responsible choices even when partying.

Jim got home late. He couldn’t believe what had happened at Timmy’s. Had he really let his student and his grandfather fuck him bare like that? He was aware that he had vaguely hoped for something to happen when he went there, but nothing like that. When he got home, he stripped off and examined himself in the full length mirror in his wardrobe. Not for the first time he sighed at the sight of his fat, white body which he found so unattractive. But now, as he turned to look at his naked bottom, he realised something had changed. Two cocks had slid up between those flabby cheeks and he was carrying their sperm. They had wanted him, and now he wanted more. The next day, he had to go into town to buy a suit for the new term at school. He liked to mark each new year with a new jacket or suit. Unfortunately, Jim’s car was in the garage so he decided to get the bus. He was lost in thought and didn’t really pay attention to his stop until he had gone past. The bus was in a run down part of town near the disused railway when he got off. There was litter in the streets and people hanging around who looked down at heel and stared at him as he stood unsure where to go. Then he saw a street sign for the town centre so he followed it. The street became an alley with back doors to various run down shops and overflowing rubbish bins outside. Jim became worried. He didn’t care for this area and he also really needed to pee. Further ahead he could see a wider street crossing the alley with more traffic so he hurried on thinking it must be near the centre. As he turned a bend in the alley, he saw a sign saying “toilets” and pointing down a short side alley. He hesitated but he really needed to pee so he turned down and found an old brick building in a dark dead end with small, grimy windows and ladies and gents doors. It was gloomy and damp inside and smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned in a while. Jim went round a wall screening off the toilet from the doorway and paused. There were several men inside watching a pale, thin youth kneeling sucking the cock of a white haired old man with his pants down. Jim gasped and they looked at him. The youth made to get up, but the old man held his head in place and grinned at Jim. “Come in or fuck off!” He said softly. Jim felt the hairs rise on his neck and his cock tighten. The youth continued sucking as Jim stood there. There was a smell of piss and poppers in the confined space as one of the men gestured for him to come in. In a daze, Jim moved over to the group and watched the cock in the youth’s mouth. Rough hands tugged at his belt and someone grabbed his neck and kissed him. Jim groaned as the questing tongue filled his mouth and then he felt cool air on his body as his trousers and pants were pulled down. A hand tugged at his small cock as others explored his fat backside. “Nice,” someone whispered. “Bend over.” Jim hesitated. This was really depraved. He didn’t even know these men and they could be carrying any kind of disease. The man stopped kissing him and pressed a bottle to his nose. The poppers swept through him and he felt his heart pound with lust. “Bend over!” The voice hissed and other hands tugged at his shoulders. With a sob of surrender, Jim bent forward, exposing his arse to them. A finger rubbed lube into his hole and the voice said “Me first!” Hands steadied his shoulders as a blunt, greasy cock nosed between his cheeks and found his arsehole. “Oh..oh..no...not bare!” He gasped but they ignored him. The heavy cock stretched his hole then slid in and up until the man’s belly was tight against him and his rectum was full of the fat cock. “Ahhh!” He gasped as the cock began to slide in and out. It felt sooooo good he couldn’t resist. Like a bitch in heat, he arched his back and stretched his cheeks to allow deeper access to his hole. “Yeah!” someone whispered. “He’s into it now.” A hand stroked his hair and patted his shoulder. “Good slut! Yeah, take his cock.” The pounding got more urgent. “Gonna cum!” Hissed the man in him. “Oh yeah! Load him up. Give him a dirty load!” The man fucking him groaned and jerked. Jim felt his cock throbbing and knew he was spurting in him. After a few moments, the cock slid out. He felt sperm trickle over his balls as hands grabbed his hips and a long, thin cock began to slide in through the cum and lube. “W...wait!” He gasped “ I need to piss!” The man continued to fuck him as an old man bent and slithered under Jim’s belly. “Go on then!” He whispered in a high pitched voice. Jim felt warm lips engulf his cock. They didn’t suck him, but held his cock. The cock in him felt so good, it was literally making him lose control of his body. He tried to stop it, tied to resist the next descent into depravity, but he couldn’t. His cock twitched and then he gave way and started to piss. The old man moaned appreciatively and began to swallow as Jim let go, his mind lost in a whirl of surrender as he was fucked and pissing at the same time. “There you go” whispered the voice. “and now you’re being bred. He’s going to fill you with his toxic babies and knock you up like you deserve!” The cock in him began to spurt and Jim sobbed as he accepted his fate, imagining the sperm swimming inside him and making him pregnant.

An armchair at the corner of the room turned to face the bed. Uncle nodded toward it, signalling me to get comfortable. I sat down with both my hands clamped on the armrest. Knuckles exposed, I see my right pinky twitching involuntarily. The other guy who was behind the Asian twink turned his head back to off to look at me, then to Uncle, asking him if I was next. "No, not tonight Paul. That's my nephew. He's still new to all of this. " "That's fucking hot" the Asian twink added, still bouncing. Paul was a bit older than Uncle. Mid-50s with a smaller frame. His furry back glistened with sweat that drizzled off at each thrusts he made. It wasn't just the droplets I see falling on the sheet that turned me on further, it was also the raw stench that filled my nostrils. He was faster than Uncle who held the twink on both sides with a steady rhythm. Both cocks rammed into the twink with the single thread of his g-string in-between. Uncle then tilt his head sideways to see me. "Feel free to help yourself, Brad. You've used a bong before right? Kinda of the same idea." I looked at the study table adjacent to me and there was a bong with a bowl that's shaped like a bubble in glass and a torch. I picked both up. Uncle instructed me on how to light it, never breaking his gaze even as the twink slid himself up and down of both men. "Not too close or else you'll burn it" Once I the vapour filled the glass, I inhaled deeply. It was less harsh than weed would've been. I held it in like Uncle told me to, counted til 10 and exhaled. P "How does that feel?" Paul asked. I nodded, telling him it's good. I was electrified again. I paid more attention to the threesome happening a few feet from me. My cock was still limp but I knew I was turned on. He continued. "You see this fag here? Watch and learn. Soon it'll be you, right Abe?" The twink was too spun to hear or care. He only kept bouncing and moaning as he had. Uncle responded. "If he wants to, don't you Brad?" "I mean, yeah but up to you Uncle." Paul interjected. "The boy calls you Uncle? Fuck Abe you're one lucky bastard. Makes me close to coming." Only then the twink was lucid. "Yeah, breed me again please daddy" Uncle held him tighter, asking him how many loads he has taken. "9 before I got here, probably 15 now. I don't know" "18 boy..18...and Paul's going to be the 19th...and the 20th is going to be me" "Oh fuck yeah" Immediately they moaned in unison and a cry of ecstasy erupted out of the twink I remained in my seat, rubbing my limp cock as if its going to change anything. "That's enough for tonight, fag. What do you say Paul?" "Fine by me. You think your boy there can clean him up? He's learning isn't he?" Paul looked back toward me. Uncle then added. "Oh I know he wants to. Come over, Brad. You know what to do. Come on fag, party's over. Hold it in." The twink straighten his legs to detach himself. A tiny trail of cum flowed down his balls. I didn't hesitate to get on the bed. I was still in my tanktop and shorts. I got closer to Paul who pulled away from the twink. He inserted his finger to feel the warm cum, pulling it out to feed it to me. Uncle remained on his back, hands still held onto the twink's hole to lift it up. I went in without a second thought. I had never done this before. The substance I had smoked compelled me to do it. It was as if I was on autopilot. I slurped and swallowed the cum pouring out of the twink by the quarts. It gushed out faster than I could gulp, spilling out of the edges of my mouth to coat my jaw and neck. Uncle then pulled the twink away from me. "That's enough for tonight. Don't be greedy. Leave some for Paul" "Oh don't mind me Abe, I'm enjoying the view of the feast as it is. The fag's all yours. I'll just have some afters" Paul held my shoulder and turned it to face me. He grabbed my head with both his hands to turn it up and licked the cum on my face. His tongue grazed from my cheeks down to my collar bone. It went back up to then intrude my mouth. His tongue slithered with mine before he pulled back to clasp my mouth open to spit into me. I then hear Uncle Abel speak. "A+. That's all for today boy. Go back to your room. Let us finish the rest. Give me your uncle a goodnight kiss." I ducked to get close to him and he gave a smooch, tasting whatever cum that's drying on my face. I quietly shuffled to go back to my room. Back on my bed, I tried to turn the TV on, pressing any button I could to see if there was more of what I had watched. The screen lit up, showing David sitting on a stool. Hunter and Frank were next to him. They tell him that he's officially a part of the family and that he's ready to build new bonds. "There's another boy around your age who's been begging to be next. Wanna test your stinger? Name's Greg." Jackpot. I can't wait to see how this one will be like. I don't care if I can't jerk off or come. All I wanted was to watch more. Understand Uncle more. It took a while, but eventually I not only learnt but mastered the lessons that Uncle was about to subject me to.

Yes, of course, there is a nice kick, the main thing is that you recognize me clearly and not anonymously. Finally, you will receive a resignation statement so that you can do what you want with the recordings

I don’t have a long list of physical or intellectual attributes that are required to turn me on. But connection during a breeding session is required. If a guy wants to be disconnected from the experience in some way, (blindfolded, gloryhole, total darkness, chems) it may be mildly interesting once, but generally not something I want to repeat. I want the blazing hot eye contact hate fuck mixed with slow sensual fucking at our own pace and recipe. Also, having said all that, if you appear and speak in a masculine way, (I don’t say str8) but u all probably get it-picture a guy who works on Cars for a living. Dirty hardworking hands and a foul mouth, but just craves cock-that turns me on like crazy!

I don't think I've ever asked anyone directly how they became poz but they generally tell me in the process of a conversation. I'd feel very awkward asking someone directly as it's really none of my business. If they want to tell me I figure they will.

I would love to tell a guy not to cum inside me and then be forced to take his load anyway. I can't do it with any random hook ups because I'm too worried that they might listen to me and pull out

ASSMUNCH *********************** The truth was, I wasn’t jonesing to fuck Sleeper, even if he had the most perfect dumper I’d ever seen. Yeah, it was fun tongue raping him, he tasted great, and his pale skin heightened the allure. The turn on for me was how responsive and receptive he was when my face was buried in his shitcave. Hearing him moan. Seeing him grab his glutes to pull them apart to get me deeper. Watching him spread his legs like a party slut. He was such a tough, masculine, overly confident grunt that his willingness to have his private, secret tunnel invaded and filled with my saliva became erotic. He truly WANTED me up there, needed it so bad it made me hard and dripping. Getting him to beg for it flipped my dick switch. But before tonight I had no desire to bury my bone in his doghouse. Fucking dudes just wasn’t a sexual goal. I mean, of course I COULD. But that wasn’t anything I was after. But I was also not in the habit of fooling myself. It felt good, real good, to force my thick cock up his shitter, knowing no one else had opportunity or liberty to plunder him. So what if I tricked him? I knew my best friend intimately, knew that deep down he had accepted that his smooth pretty butthole became mine from the first moment he felt my mouth muscles manipulate his chute. I saw it in the way he took frequent opportunity to press his ass against me when he passed in a doorway. “Sorry bro, coming through”. How instead of kneeling down to grab something off the floor, his rack, a chair, that when I was within ten feet of him he moved to point his rear towards me to bend over casually. No, he didn’t do it like a stripper, it would have been out of character for Sleeper to make a display of it. Sleeper didn’t display, he didn’t preen or strut. But he did make the effort to perform a presentation, as if sharing a private joke with me. The daring was part of it. He thought he was driving me crazy with temptation. He wasn’t. I thought it was amusing, him playing his little game thinking he had something I couldn’t wait to get my hands on, when all I was thinking was how important my tongue must be to him to get him to try to seduce me. Every time he did his little tricks it was apparent that it was HIM thinking about ME. He yawned a lot, stretching his arms up, clenching the mounds of his ass. He already walked with his huge shoulders thrust back, which he knew forced his lower back in and had his glutes jutting out like a shelf. He laid in his rack naked, on top of his blanket, and I’d see his eye rotate to see if I was looking before giving his ass a wiggle. Yeah, my dude loved what I did to him and wanted to make sure I didn’t lose interest. He used his muscle ass as a commodity. THAT was what turned me on. And maybe he was getting to me, too. I shouldn’t be noticing that he did all that for my benefit. Still, recognizing what was going on didn’t mean my leash was relaxed. I wasn’t letting that happen again. For now, we were engaged in a straightforward transaction. I left Sleeper to clean himself up. I took a much needed piss before going back to my rack. I noticed Zeus and Wanker weren’t back yet. I wasn’t surprised. Sleeper had taken just 25 minutes to get sorted. Zeus was probably still fucking Wanker. Or at least I hoped he was. I fell asleep hoping Sleeper wasn’t going to want me to fuck him every time we had our fun. That’s not where I wanted this to go. Of course I should have known better. ************************ Fucking bloody rotten hell, we were back out for training with the rest of our company. Sarge blasted his air horn at oh four thirty, just five hours after most of us got to bed. I wouldn’t put it past him to have known we’d stayed up to party, and he’d led us to believe we might not be going back out. At least the asshole could have waited until Monday. The only blessing was the rain had stopped, but it was far colder now. There was no time to ask Wanker or Zeus how it went, but I did notice Wanker had lost that defeated, morose attitude. Good, even if his rape-ravaged shitter wasn’t quite back to normal at least his head was screwed on straight. Zeus was unreadable. His every look and move precise, focused and dedicated to the easy perfection that came naturally to him. He didn’t even appear to take notice when Wanker shot frequent smiles his way as they put up the TEMPER we’d be bunking in. Our squad consisted of myself, Sleeper, Zeus, Puta, Troll, Demon, Wanker, and Bootlicker. Footlong, Cellblock, Dimples, Junior, Holler, C-Wrecker (Cuntwrecker when it was just us), Nuts, and Dumbo (his fuckin’ears, holy shit) made up the ambitiously named Big Dick squad, almost all of them with cocks that hung at least four inches soft. Assholes. The rest filled out the last two squads of our platoon. All good men. No slackers. No one complained that we’d just be tearing it down six days from now to pack camp back up. We were at a point we could set up our encampment with our eyes closed. Necessary training even though if it ever came to it we wouldn’t actually be the ones doing this. All this shit would be set up for us ahead of time by Support because it was considered a semi-permanent encampment. Outside of permanent or semi-permanent all we’d have would be personal equipment we carried on our backs if we were lucky. That would be a luxury most of the time because if you were out on a mission it was easier to stay hidden by holing up in the natural terrain or surroundings. But we were grateful we wouldn’t be sleeping out in the elements this week. We didn’t have showers, if you wanted a wash up you dipped a bucket in a fifty gallon drum. So we mostly skipped that, not minding our own stink and filth. It was probably Sergeant Charlie’s idea that our location was one that was formerly occupied by one of the other platoons, my guess was Charlie’s because their current position seemed suspiciously dry and undisturbed. So the ground was torn up and still muddy where we were told to set up. Thanks Wanker. Still worth it though as I took every opportunity to throw a sneering grin at whatever shaved Charlie I saw. I also made sure to tell the brothers if they saw a Charlie to remove their cover and rub a hand through their hair. It’s the little things in life that bring you joy. ******************** None of us were proud of the last week. The sergeants seemed to want to punish everyone. Spot drills, brutal full equipment marches during the day, redirects and backtracks, target locations (if we could even reach them) without the promised packages, returning to camp hours after dark to find our TEMPERs trashed, all of them. Cold MRE’s, which weren’t great when hot, and barely edible almost frozen. Some of us started putting ours in the waistband of our underwear to keep them thawed at body temperature. No heat, no fire. Mostly though we barely had the energy to taste the food, pretty much just swallowing it after a couple chews. Impossible missions, frustrating goalpost moving, forcing choices between saving a brother or completing the mission, do you leave them behind, equipment turning up missing or ruined, surprise attacks two hours after we’d collapse. You name a dirty trick, that’s what we endured. No-win scenarios, impossible targets, unachievable objectives. All. Fucking. Week. We failed damn near every mission, and no matter how much we tried to figure out what we did wrong, the only conclusion we could reach was that we weren’t SUPPOSED to succeed. Our morale flagged, everyone was pissy and whining like a bitch, except for Bootlicker and Wanker, who never gave up trying to make us smile or figure out a way we could beat the Sergeants at their own game. And of course not Zeus. Everyone except those three got into heated arguments, hurling insults and low blows, even Puta and Troll getting into a shoving match. Fat lot of good that did Puta, trying to push Troll around. I tried to stay out of it for the most part. I know my tone and attitude wasn’t the best, and I should have soothed my brothers like I knew I could. But I chose to let them get it out of their system, they needed to release the frustration. If they couldn’t do that with each other and then let it go, we weren’t going to be a successful squad. I waited until both the physical and verbal bullshit faded into exhaustion. “I’m guessing no one thinks we got anything out of the last two weeks, right?” I threw out. I got a resounding ‘FUCK NO!’ “Well I think we should. Here’s the plan.” And I started laying out the beginning of the diabolical fantasy I’d been putting together over the last three days of torture, more as a way to distract myself from our failures. But after seeing what had been done to us, how it had brought us down, I determined we needed something to get our mojo back. It had to happen tonight, before we broke camp tomorrow and headed back. The squad split up. Twenty minutes later, crowded into my TEMPER was every squad leader of the whole company. To unanimous agreement we all felt the complete suck of our training, and every one of them realized we’d been set up to fail. We weren’t stupid, we knew it was supposed to teach us something, probably some bullshit about how to handle failure, build comradery, never let our guard down, missions weren’t always easy or guaranteed to succeed, and about ten other stupid lessons. But enough was enough. They’d gone too far. I gave them their very simple orders - capture every Sergeant using whatever non-violent technique they could come up with. Use deceit, subterfuge, watch for a weak moment, capture and hold. They were to be stripped to their underwear, tied up and staked in the field beside the camp. They were to delegate two members of their squad to remove all of the Sergeants’ gear and personal equipment from their quarters. I told them it was going to be a long night, that we could trade off sleep, but that camp would be broken by dawn. I was still fleshing out what exactly we were going to do with the sergeants which was going to take careful planning because I didn’t want anyone to cross the line into disrespect or assaulting a superior. I made that point VERY clear. Immobilize without harm. This was simple, clean payback, not vengeance. I told them zero hour was the deadline, but that no one was to get their target to the field before 23:45, unless all targets had been neutralized before then. Everyone was to report to me by messenger when their targets were captured. I pulled Charlie’s squad leaders aside, had Wanker apologize and apologized myself. I told them we’d serve a punishment of their choice. They seemed surprised. I gave them a few minutes to talk it over and they were far more gracious than I gave them credit for. Decent brothers, who weren’t afraid to admit the humor in what Wanker had done. “Shave your heads, and keep them shaved for a month. Just your squad, not all the Bravos. Do that, and we’ll call you Brother again.” I didn’t have to think about it. “Done.” I said immediately. “Thanks for being a brother about it. We’re wearing war paint tonight. I’d like it if the Charlies did too.” They actually shook my hand. I asked them if they could handle Horvath, which they were uncertain about. I told them Zeus, Sleeper and Troll would make quick work of that beast. I’d already decided Zeus and Troll were going to take out Sarge. The other Sarges wouldn’t be a problem. Not everyone was a muscle bound brute in a uniform. ******************** I had to say I was impressed. At 22:36, all targets were enjoying the chilly hospitality of my field of prisoners. I had a nice fire burning, didn’t want our precious sergeants getting hypothermia. I noticed most had anger in their eyes. I sat comfortably on an equipment case facing the semicircle of my prisoners. My Sarge and Horvath seemed amused. “Mmmmmph, mmgh fuh muh dnnneh u” Sarge mumbled conversationally from behind his gag. I cocked my head. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you yet, but there’s no rush. We have all night.” I was trying to heat up my ‘beef stew’ MRE entree over the fire without cooking it to death. Entree. Yeah right. Fancy name for dogshit. “Nrr gnng u eh eeoreh”. He pointed out with a shrug. “Maybe.” I shrugged back. I didn’t think this would go as far as an official report. “I was kinda hoping maybe you’d be impressed. I planned all this just four hours ago.” I explained, gesturing vaguely to them and the air with my survival weapon. “Seems the entire company was fed up with being losers. Something we all figured out you Sergeants deliberately organized.” “Uh or ee id! Ah aheh ee oheree, oher.” I gauged his eyes, which held a challenge. I flicked to Horvath. He was calm and unruffled. He was curious to see how this would play out. I returned to Sarge with a lazy grin. “You are my prisoner Sarge. While I retain my deep respect for you, and everyone here, that we speak at all is on my terms. You have allowed yourselves to be captured by Army Privates. Honestly, whether I address you properly doesn’t seem to be something you should have at the top of your list. You really should be focused on one thing - escape. I bet each of you is going over the skills list of the soldiers that secured your hands and feet. I see Sergeant Alpha over there has a soldier who loves his knots. Don’t count on Alpha there getting loose first.” I laughed. I started eating my stew with my knife, never letting my eyes off of my prisoners. In between bites, I told them about their soldiers. I explained how we figured out the potential lessons we thought we were supposed to learn. “Yeah, the training sucked. Me and a few others figured out pretty quick we weren’t intended to succeed at our missions, and if it looked like we just might in spite of the dirty tricks you fuckers threw at us, you then crippled us somehow or moved the goal posts. If we gave up trying because we weren’t going to succeed, you punished us.” I took another bite, chewed slowly. “I gave them until zero hour to get all of you tied up. They accomplished the mission way earlier. Guess they were really pissed.” “You know this shit doesn’t taste anything like beef stew, right? Do you think it’s even real beef in there?” I looked up, and signaled with my knife. “You wanted to see how we dealt with failure as a unit? Behold the fruits of your labor.” The other squad leaders came over, each bringing an equipment case to sit on. It was deliberate that the Sarges were sitting on the ground while we sat above them on crates. They all filed past me, giving me a fist bump. I handed Charlie’s squad leader my knife. He pulled out some shaving cream. “Always count on your Sarge to be prepared, Bravo.” He said. “Call me Assmunch, Brother. Yeah, Sarge likes to stay pretty for the Army. I like that about him, he sets an example for us to live up to.” I replied. “Assmunch? You’re going to have tell me about how that happened.” I laughed. “You’re going to love it.” Horvath and Sarge were watching us closely. “You ready, Assmunch?” “Do it.” And cold, frigid water was poured on my head. My grease paint stayed of course. I felt the shaving cream rubbing into my scalp. I never took my eyes off Sarge and Horvath. The Charlie began shaving my head with my knife. He was pretty good, being careful. It took a while, and probably looked horrible, but this was about a message. Then all the squad leaders came and rubbed my newly bald head, saying ‘thanks, Brother’ even though we hadn’t talked about that. Maybe that was Charlie’s doing, I don’t know. It felt good. Then they all left, except the Charlie. “Mind if I sit watch with you, Assmunch?” “I’d be honored, Charlie.” He pulled his crate up beside mine. “Lamont.” I glanced at him. Of course I knew that, it was on his uniform. “How about Bald Tire?” “And here I was just starting to like you, Assmunch.” That made me laugh. “Yeah, besides, it doesn’t suit you. It’s better when your own men give you your nickname, anyway. It’s not my privilege.” We sat there, my Brother Lamont and I, talking quietly with each other, until we saw the eastern sky begin to glow. We’d taken turns getting more deadwood for the fire, making sure the Sergeants stayed warm. I told him the story of my nickname, which made him laugh so hard he fell off his crate. I left out the part about how much Sleeper enjoyed it. Bootlicker brought water for the Sergeants, and Lamont and I escorted away the three that needed to relieve themselves, none of them put up a fight. Thinking about it afterwards, I think none of them wanted to push things to a point where this turned from a prank into something actionable. They didn’t want to put us in a position where an unforgivable mistake was made. Our Sergeants were amazing. Part of me wondered how much they had allowed this to happen to see where we’d take it. When the sun first peeked over the horizon, I cut the Sergeants loose, starting with my Sarge and Horvath. Bootlicker wanted to involve peanut butter somehow, but I told him mistreatment of the prisoners wasn’t going to happen. We all walked back to camp, or what remained of it. The company had done an excellent job of breaking down, making sure not to touch the Sergeants tents. The guys had also rigged up a camp shower, complete with heated water for the Sarges, if they wanted to have the luxury and relax their stiff muscles after the long cold night being tied up immobile. I was pleased most of them accepted the kind apologetic gesture. Each squad leader then played valet for their Sarge, drying them off, then holding their uniform for them to get dressed. When I saw someone had taken it upon themselves to ball up Sarge’s uniform so it was a wrinkled mess, I nearly lost it on my squad. Looking at it, then the brothers, Demon had the decency to step forward. “Sorry Sarge. Sorry Assmunch. I got carried away.” I put Sarge’s uniform in Demon’s hands. “Fix it.” Was all I said. I turned to everyone else. “When the Sergeants are finished in their quarters, break em down and load em up. If you aren’t involved in that, you have camp cleanup duty. I want this entire area looking like we were never here. No one has set foot here for a year, you got me?” I shouted. “YES PRIVATE BRAVO!” The entire company yelled back. What had they gotten out of this, besides extra work? Simple. They accomplished a mission, finally. And after the two weeks of hell we’d just been through, they got a night to relax without fear of what the Sergeants were going to do to them on their last, most exhausted night. The squad leaders should have rotated duty and sleep for everyone, as I instructed. And I know without my plan those asshole had something planned to spring on us last night. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, and working together, even with a different platoon. In fact, there didn’t seem to be the usual behavior of sticking to your squad or platoon. Everyone was helping out wherever they could lend a hand. I suspected they were eager to get back early to relax, finally, so the faster they got us packed up the sooner we could leave and get back to civilization. It was a relief that we were able to throw a wrench in the Sergeants’ potentially cruel hazing. Sarge and Sergeant Charlie confirmed exactly that when I followed them to their tent. I was going to wait just outside, but they waved me in. “Think that was clever, Private?” Sarge asked. I didn’t regret it, I did it for the Company. “The guys needed something, Sarge. We were at each other’s throats. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest plan, but I knew we couldn’t come out of this without a victory of some kind. This was all I could come up with to get everyone back to thinking like we were all on the same team. And feeling like we were soldiers. Besides, Sergeants, you were going to kick us when we were down. I don’t know what you had planned for last night, but we were done with the bullshit.” “He’s got a point, Walters.” Horvath interjected. Sarge glared at me, but something told me his heart wasn’t in it. “Too clever for your own good… Assmunch.” And I knew the official part of the debrief was over. There might be further repercussions, but I could trust Sarge to be fair. And of course, an ass raping by Horvath wasn’t anything I was worried about or fearing. If it happened, it happened. I could take the pain. I didn’t think it would though. “Gonna have to report it to El Tee, you know that.” “I know, Sarge. If it’s not too much to ask, I’ll take the hit. Leave my brothers out of it. It really was my plan.” Horvath crossed his arms. “Oh, we got the message loud and clear they all were following you into this game. You want to know why we didn’t give you a fight, after we were tied up in the field?” I scowled. “I’m getting the impression I missed something. I don’t like it.” Sarge smiled. Cocky fuck. “Relax, you couldn’t know. But you’ll know now. Hand signs. We ONLY decided to ride this out because you were the one in charge. You weren’t going to do anything stupid or extreme, and you wouldn’t be talked into crossing the line. Good move having your team take on Horvath. Those three were probably the only ones who Horvath respected enough not to break their legs, solid, steady men those three. Me, I could have resisted and gotten away any time I wanted. Half of us could have. Don’t be so proud that you got us earlier than your deadline. It happened because we let it happen.” I missed them communicating with each other, never saw a thing. Suddenly I realized how all of this could have gone so wrong. The whole company could have paid the price. I must have turned white as a sheet. “Too clever by half, I’d say. He just unraveled it.” Sarge said to Horvath. Who grinned. Wait… wait one fucking minute. Oh hell no. I was being played, I was almost certain of it. Horvath’s grin was too relieved. Like he WANTED me to buy it, hook line and sinker. And once I went where they lead me, far too self congratulatory. The nervous twitchy glance. There were no hand signs at the fire in the field, I never took my eyes off them. I didn’t miss anything. The other Sergeants were really pissed, they didn’t want to sit there in the dirt all night in front of this cocky Private. They were spread out, facing forward, it was dark, no head could turn to watch intricate signs being made behind anyone’s back, especially with fire blindness. Okay, you fuckers, how do I play this? I kept my face schooled, not letting on I had figured out their game. Do I let them save face? Do I call them on their bullshit? I decided. I stepped back to the doorway and called out. “ZEUS!” And stepped back inside. “Just between us, Sergeants.” I said. Zeus darted in seconds later. “Sergeant. Sergeant. Assmunch.” He addressed us. “Zeus, did Sergeant Horvath put up a fight when you, Sleeper, and Troll captured him?” I asked, watching Sarge and Horvath closely. They both stared straight ahead, giving away nothing. Zeus grinned. “Oh yes he did. It was amazing.” “And how did you incapacitate him?” I asked, smirking. “That will be all Private Gunnerson” Sarge interrupted. “Dismissed” “Yes Sergeant!” Zeus shot out the door behind us. “Fucker.” Horvath grunted. “Just between us. Good try though, Sarge. I’m actually happy you tried. I feel even better now.” I beamed. “Get out of my sight, Private.” He growled. “Yes, Sergeant!” I bellowed. I turned on my heel and toe, proper as you please to leave. “Not a word, Assmunch.” I whipped back around, attention. “Understood, Sergeant.” I looked at Horvath who looked to be holding back a laugh. “Sergeant.” I executed my about face once again, and left with a smile they couldn’t see, even though they had to know I was grinning like a fool. I remembered where I was and immediately wiped it off my face. It wouldn’t do if the brothers saw me leaving with a smile. That would send the wrong message. I almost ran into Demon coming the other way. Sarge’s uniform looking neat, and even somewhat pressed. “Help him like you were his personal slave, Demon. You know Sarge likes to look pretty. And he’s OUR Sarge. We want our Sarge to be the best, always. Apologize again.” I felt a presence behind me. I looked to find Sarge and Horvath. “Pretty?” Sarge argued. “Yes Sergeant, the prettiest.” I returned. “Why aren’t YOU OUT OF MY SIGHT PRIVATE?” I double timed it out of there before I got myself in more trouble. ************************* SLEEPER AND ZEUS ************************* We were all taking it easy in the barracks, enjoying our Saturday after the long sleepless night before. Most of us had slept in the transport on the hour long drive back to post. Showered and naked, or in our underwear, we cleaned our area and bartered for someone to do our laundry tomorrow. Some of the guys were talking about tonight’s party and picking a bitch to make the beer run to the PX. I stayed out of it. I was worrying about Andrew and if he was catching hell for our stunt yesterday. I was laying on my rack going through my training manual for the current section. Maps, plotting and navigation. “Sleeper, can I talk to you?” I heard Zeus’ amazing deep voice behind me. “Sure Zeus.” I froze for a moment when I looked at him. He looked good shaved clean like that. Very dangerous. Even more dangerous than with hair. I looked like a clown compared to him, and I was very easy on the eyes, I knew. “Uh, what’s up?” Zeus sat down next to me. He was wearing Army sweatpants and a Tee shirt that barely fit his bulky chest and shoulders. I saw his eyes glance down at my naked white ass. Then they traveled up my defined muscular back. He took his time. I waited. Zeus could check me out all he wanted. It didn’t feel dirty or gay the way he did it. It felt good that he was appreciative of the hard work I put into training my body. When a physical specimen at the peak of masculinity checks you out, it’s definitely a compliment. I felt the same way when the jacked up guys at the gym gave me a once over. I don’t think he even thought about being self conscious about staring at me, it was more like he had the right to inspect my nakedness at his discretion. Hard to argue with that. “Do you think Andrew is in trouble?” he asked, when he was finished. “Who knows, Zeus? It’s hard to figure out the Sarge. He always seems mad. But I hope not.” “Me too, Sleeper.” Suddenly, Zeus’ hand was on my back. I froze again. It wasn’t a hesitant, tentative touch. It assumed ownership, no permission necessary. He began moving it over my muscles, massaging, examining. “Uh, Zeus…” I stuttered. Anyone else did that and they’d be knocked on the ground. “Your skin is so pale.” Zeus observed. “It’s nice.” Holy fuck was this happening? “Uh….thanks.” He stopped moving his hand, right above my ass. I felt my face flush, but I still didn’t move. His hand felt good, but I was also weirded out. “Is this bothering you?” He asked casually, no different than the way someone would ask what kind of juice I liked with breakfast. Like he didn’t see this as anything strange. “Uh, a little, yeah.” I managed to get out. I hated myself for liking his attention, and hated that I couldn’t let him touch me like this at the same time. “Zeus, you can’t do this. Especially not here.” Out in the open where everyone could see. Fuck, Zeus finally comes out of his shell and this is what he does? I was afraid to move, I felt cornered. The worst part of it was that I knew if he went further I wouldn’t or couldn’t stop him, and I hated the feeling of being powerless. I was a man, but a real man wouldn’t let this happen. I closed my eyes. My mind was scattered, racing in five different directions. Why wasn’t Andrew here, he’d know how to handle this. Was Zeus really coming onto me or was this just innocent misguided male appreciation? Were any of the brothers watching? I should have worn underwear or shorts, something as a barrier to being felt up. I liked Zeus, worshipped him actually, how could he make me feel this way? I felt like crying. But the absolute worst part was feeling my dick getting hard, the way my body liked his touch while my brain screamed no. I felt myself begin to panic. “Yeah, hold him down Zeus, I got next!” I heard Troll say from the other side. Then the cot moved and Troll threw his weight on top of me. I felt Troll’s fully clothed body smother me. Zeus’ hand was gone, and I was instantly relieved. Troll started dry humping my ass, grunting in fake ecstasy. “Oh yeah, so tight bro!” “You think that shit’s free, Troll?” I found my voice. “You can’t afford my fine ass. You got five seconds to get off me!” I growled. Troll pinned my shoulders, thrusting harder. “I only need three. I’m gonna nut, bro! Ahhhhh, here it comes!” And he had a WAY over-acted fake orgasm, bouncing me violently against the mattress. He climbed off and smacked my ass. “Best piece of ass I’ve ever had. Hope you’re on the pill, I’m too young to be a dad.” Seeing my out, I leapt up and started chasing him. Zeus was watching, still sitting on my rack. “Get him, Zeus!” I yelled. “Hold him down for me!” Zeus was fast. Troll was scooped up and thrown over Zeus’ shoulder in no time. Troll was beating his fists against Zeus’ back, but it looked like he was trying to punch an oak tree. It was funny how Troll had no defense against Zeus. Zeus just picked him up like a bag of dog food. “Where do you want him, Sleeper?” “Throw him on that bunk. Pin him, and hold his arms. It’s payback time.” “No! Sleeper! C’mon bro.” Troll pleaded. Zeus was sitting on top of his hips, holding his wrists to the bed. “Not so tough anymore, huh?” I teased. I was taking my time walking over. I exaggerated the swing of my hips, making my cock and balls sway left and right as my thick muscular thighs punched them outward with every step. I loved the way my dick flopped like that. “You gonna take your punishment like a man, or like a little bitch?” Zeus was fixated on me. Ah well, even though encouraging him wasn’t smart, I had to show him that playful contact was the way we did things. “You wanna fuck around? Zeus here is my protector, right Zeus?” Zeus nodded. “Right Sleeper!” I stood on the bunk over Troll’s head. “Sleeper! I take it back! Don’t do it!” Troll begged. I looked at Zeus, who couldn’t take his eyes off my junk just a foot away from his face. Yeah, Assmunch and I would have to have a talk about Zeus. “What do you think, Zeus?” I asked. “Should I forgive him?” “Tell him to forgive me!” Troll commanded. He may as well have been talking to a wall. Zeus surprised me. “He should have treated you like a gentleman, Sleeper. He needs to pay for what he did.” With the most absolute sincerity that I think I’ve ever heard. A warm feeling coursed through me with the words. And relief. Zeus would never force himself on me. It was obvious he didn’t have a lot of experience interacting with people in general, or us. And I realized then Zeus had stopped and asked if he was bothering me because he cared about how I felt. And with that thought, the feeling of being dirty, the fear of being cornered, the nausea over being touched intimately by another dude… it all faded away. “Hear that, Troll? I’m a gentleman. You buy me dinner first.” And I smiled at Zeus, who smiled back with every fiber of his happy heart. And then I crushed my junk and ass into Troll’s ugly face, swirling my hips around, while I counted to ten. This fucker was going to get dickwiped. When I was done, I stepped off. “Thanks for your help, Zeus. You can let him up.” “Ugh, disgusting pervert!” Troll spat. I busted out laughing when Zeus gave Troll a playful slap, saying “That’s Sir Pervert, to you, Troll. I think it’s your turn to be Bitch tonight.” I’d never seen this side of Zeus. He actually did know how to have fun. He caught on fast. Including him was the right way to go. And Bitch was the first halfway dirty word I’d ever heard come out of his mouth. Today was full of surprises. “What? That’s not fair!” Troll scowled as he got up. “You think anyone is going to argue with Zeus?” I grinned back at him. I was back in a great mood. “Fuck you!” Troll snarled. Then he remembered who he was talking to. “Not you, Zeus. I meant Sleeper.” Zeus reached out to grab Troll’s neck, an angry look on his face. Before he could get Troll’s thick neck in his giant paw, I put my hand on Zeus’ arm. “Relax, Zeus, he’s playing.” Zeus backed down, but his eyes were VERY displeased. “He shouldn’t say bad words at you Sleeper.” Oh God, what I have I done? “Troll is our brother. Brothers fight. It doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. Right Troll?” “Right, Sleeper. I love you, brother. Even though my face smells like your dick now.” And Troll gave me a hug. “Still sucks I gotta be Bitch though.” Zeus appeared to calm down. But he crossed his huge arms and looked down at us. “Well he better not say bad words at me. I don’t like them.” He looked like fuckin’ Mr. Clean in that pose, with that glare. “We’ll make sure everyone knows, Zeus. But I’m okay if they say them to me, alright.” I explained. How come it felt like I was talking to my kid brother in middle school, instead of a 19 year old giant God? I was so confused… put Zeus in any training module and you couldn’t touch him, he seemed like he was ten years older than the rest of us in confidence, bravado, ability, and expression. But outside of training, he seemed like a kid. A dangerous giant jacked up bull of kid, but still a kid. Zeus shrugged. “If that’s what you want, Sleeper.” I felt lucky the guy had a thing for me. I wouldn’t want to be in Troll’s shoes. Then we spread the word that Zeus decreed that Troll was our Bitch tonight, and Troll headed out to the PX for tonight’s snacks and alcohol, grumbling the whole time. He shut up though, every time Zeus gave him a look. Being overseas in a foreign country, on a relatively small training base like ours meant no vehicle transportation, and limited opportunities to go off post. Those of us here for AIT were kept pretty locked down, which sucked. It was smart, though, from the Army’s point of view. 19 year old American military boys who were pent up and frustrated would be hell on the closest towns and city, even if we had a way to get there. We envied the Specialists and Senior NCO’s for their freedom. Newly minted PFC’s like us were kept virtual prisoners. That was the deception of the military. In basic, as a green recruit, or Cherry as we’d been called, we lived for the day we’d be out of Basic and become real soldiers. Only to find out we were limited in freedom and movement as Private Second Class E-2s which didn’t happen fast enough after Basic. Ironic, wasn’t it, that we were told we were fighting for freedom while giving up our own? We’d be told at every opportunity that we weren’t real soldiers YET. Then getting our mosquito wing insignia ( fuckin’ FINALLY a single chevron ) after slow passing months. Then when we finally reach PFC E-3 we’d discover the game of carrot on a just out of reach stick we’d get our rocker and wouldn’t consider ourselves lowly privates anymore, even though we would be. We’d be long gone from AIT before we saw E-3. You went nowhere without time in grade. So then we all looked forward to Specialist which meant we were through with training and bullshit and could call ourselves true soldiers. I couldn’t wait to never be called Private again. (Hah! Through with training… not in the Army) You starting to get the gist of it? Every promotion felt like you’d be better off, right up until you reached it and realized it was not much better than lower rank in any meaningful way, and wanted the next rank which seemed so much more free and worthy. That was deliberate. The Army knew how to keep the mule plodding forward. Hell, we didn’t even rate dorm style housing quarters with our own room with a door on this crappy post, like other bases had. Gotta love the Infantry. But I thought it was cool that we were a NATO training base, which meant we did get some interaction with allied forces. Not much, but guest instructors and the occasional junior soldier appeared for some sections of our training. For some of us, it was a wake up call that the world was bigger than we thought, and other countries had proud, dedicated soldiers just like we did. I needed Assmunch to get back. We needed to talk about a couple things. Where the fuck was he? The longer he was gone, the more I worried we had fucked up. ASSMUNCH ****************** “Why is it always you Bravos?” The Lt. complained. I started to answer, opening my mouth. “That was rhetorical, Private.” Sarge growled from behind me. I didn’t think it was. Private Lamont was standing at attention next to me. By his very presence, ‘always’ was incorrect. But okay. If the Lt didn’t know Lamont was a Charlie it wasn’t my place to point that out. Lt. FUHA, paced behind his desk. I was relieved that my first act when I got back was to shave my head properly. It wouldn’t do to be called in front of the Lt out of grooming discipline. We all took turns shaving each other’s skulls, all of us naked except for Zeus. Demon complained, but did it anyway. It was the terms of our surrender. They understood. Impossibly, Zeus looked even more deadly and serious, like some villain from a comic book. “Were operations disrupted?” El Tee asked. “No sir. Maneuvers and training were concluded. Camp function did not deteriorate. Order was maintained surprisingly well considering it was run by a group of barely adult idiots, sir.” Sergeant Horvath reported. Kiss my ass, Sergeant Charlie. Kiss my tight white ass. “We’re any regulations broken?” “Several, sir.” “Any that can’t be overlooked?” “None, sir.” “Did anyone disobey orders?” “No orders were given, Sir” El Tee looked at me and Lamont. “Do you know what it’s called when soldiers revolt?” I swallowed. Lamont answered. “Mutiny, sir.” I didn’t think this truly classified as a revolt. But technically, I guess it did. “And what’s the punishment for mutiny, Private?” He looked at Lamont. “Court Martial, sir. Dishonorable discharge. Or worse, Imprisonment or Death.” I was starting to sweat. Lamont , from the corner of my eye, appeared relaxed and unworried. The Lieutenant came around his desk to look me in the eye. He didn’t miss my freshly shaved head. A momentary grin appeared, and was squashed. What did Wanker call it? The return of Officer Tired of My Bullshit? That probably wasn’t fair. Just by the questions he was asking I sensed Lt. Jones was a decent guy. He could easily have hung us by a rope. “Been a while since death was sentenced, did you know that?” The Lieutenant mused. “Rhetorical “ I heard Sarge whisper. Lamont and I didn’t move a muscle. “You held U.S. Army Sergeants prisoner? Restrained? All night? Were you ordered to release them?” The Lieutenant asked. “The Sergeants were gagged, Sir. They could not give an order.” I offered. He rubbed his eyes. “And gagged. I’m getting a headache. I’m just going to start calling my headaches ‘Bravo’ from now on.” The El Tee went back around his desk to sit down. He put both hands palm down on his desk. “Sergeant Horvath, you and your soldier are dismissed.” “Yes, Sir. With me, Private.” Horvath barked. After they left, the Lieutenant stared at me for a few minutes. I kept my eyes on the wall ahead of me, perfect still. “Are you going career, Private?” He asked out of the blue. I stiffened up, putting Attention to my attention. “If the Army will have me, Sir. My Father is career. I’ve always wanted to be Army, like him, Sir.” “The Army doesn’t hand out step increases or rank like candy, Private. You have to stay on top, constantly test in the highest percentile, move up before time runs out on your enlistment. Have you thought about going for a commission? Being an officer?” I shook my head. “Sir, NCO is good enough for me Sir. Wanted to go for Ranger School, Sir.” “You can still be a Ranger as an officer.” “Yes, sir.” “Your ASVAB scores tell me you’re a good candidate, your AIT evaluations so far are exemplary. Except for this little adventure, Sergeant Walters tells me you are an exceptional soldier, and I’m still trying to figure out if the way you ran this mutinous operation outweighs the stupidity of it. You gained the trust of your men, even the Charlies which I wouldn’t have bet money on, and they followed you in spite of Private Lamont knowing full well what doing so meant.” He explained. Ahhhhhh, so that was why Sergeant Horvath and Lamont were here. The Lieutenant continued. “Alpha, Charlie and Delta Sergeants reported they were treated very well, and you and Lamont had your soldiers operating like a fine tuned, efficient machine. The Army knows it’s difficult to teach that kind of leadership. I’m ordering you to keep your nose clean while finishing AIT, no more stunts like this. And keep your squad in line, as well as the Bravos. Am I clear?” “Sir, yes Sir!” I knew he was talking about reining in Wanker and Bootlicker, the pranksters. Wanker wouldn’t be a problem, Horvath had put the fear of horsecock in him. Bootlicker was going to be a little work, but he wasn’t an actor so much as an instigator. Bootlicker let others do his dirty work. “Dismissed.” “Yes Sir! Private, fall out.” Sarge answered. I saluted the Lieutenant. Turned and left through the door, Sarge following. I decided right then I would stop thinking of or referring to the Lieutenant as Lt. FUHA. He wasn’t the kind of officer my father hated. “Eyes forward, Private. My office.” We reached the Sergeants area at the end of the hall, and I turned right. We passed by each office, but I didn’t dare look anywhere but in front. “You want to do this in mine?” I heard Sarge say to someone behind me. I continued to Sarge’s doorway, went in. I stood in front of his desk at attention. If this was an ass raping, I truly deserved it. He was probably talking to Sergeant Horvath. Sarge’s office was just like him - neat, organized, without a lot of decoration or unnecessary clutter. Files were stacked corner to corner in a precise pile, the papers inside them also perfectly lined up. Sure enough Horvath walked in with Sarge. “Close the door, Private.” I turned to see Lamont, which was a surprise. Lamont closed the door. I turned back around and came to attention again. Lamont stood at attention beside me. Sarge sighed. “At ease, grunts.” Now he started rubbing his eyes. Horvath just stood there, a bemused look graced his swarthy face. “Alright, I’m almost certain Assmunch here could read what just happened. So Private Lamont, why don’t you amaze us with your staggering intellect.” Sarge said. I hadn’t read shit, just the fact I almost lead my entire Company who trusted me into committing the second worst crime you could commit in the military. Treason was, of course, first. “Yes Sergeant. The Lieutenant is not in my chain of command, nor Sergeant Horvath’s. My Lieutenant was not present. The other squad leaders were not present, nor were any of the other sergeants or Lieutenants.” “So that tells you what?” Horvath spoke up. “This wasn’t going to be a general disciplinary action. Nor was it going to be official.” Lamont replied. Sarge had given me too much credit. I figured out none of that. And who the fuck was Lamont, throwing out ‘nor’ into sentences like he was reading a fancy book? Who does that? “And how do you know there won’t be official disciplinary action in the future?” Lamont shrugged. “I guess there could be Sergeant, but Brickmann and I were brought in together, with our Sergeants. That’s not usually how general disciplinary action goes.” Horvath chuckled. “Yeah you’d know about that, wouldn’t you?” Lamont blushed. Oh, we got a bad boy. I took a second look at Lamont. “Brickmann, care to chime in?” How far did I dare to take this? I decided this wasn’t the time for verbal games. “I got lucky, Sarge. We all got lucky, but I doubt if this all went south you would have hung everyone up. I admitted I planned it all, convinced the entire company through the squad leaders to follow me. I should have seen the bigger picture.” Horvath and Sarge shared a look. “Where’s that cocky Private eating his MRE with a knife who lectured me about being a prisoner? I liked that guy.” “Standing here ashamed, Sarge. The Lieutenant was right, what we did was technically mutiny.” Horvath stepped forward. “It was also technically NOT mutiny. At any other time this week it would have been. At any other time in your career, it would have been. Think about why the Lieutenant asked the questions he did.” Orders, regulations, operations. “Intent rarely matters in the Army, Private, but in this case it did. This wasn’t about overthrow of command or revolt, or disobeying orders. We could clearly see that. Except for still being out on training maneuvers in the field, you were all technically off duty and training was done. For you, and them, it was about working as a unit, protecting the Company, turning failure into success. This is training, this is when you learn those things. Failing is important, but so is creating success. The Sergeants were impressed, even as pissed as they were, that you could guide this group of grunts through this operation so cleanly. You improved morale. And you were right, we were hitting you boys really hard. So you see, it’s not too hard for us and the Lieutenants to see this for what it was - a misguided prank. Horvath and I actually had a good time relaxing by the fire, watching you and Lamont here do some bonding. And you got the camp packed up, without your troops grumbling. You anticipated your superiors. You fit your plan and objectives to the situation. You made many decisions that demonstrated quality, respect, focused on unit performance, never taking your eye off your objective, covering every angle. And you stepped up and put yourself out front to protect your men. Frankly, you did our job for us while we got to sit around and be lazy.” I thought about it, how it all happened. So many things could have gone wrong. “I got lucky nothing went wrong, no one acted up and did anything stupid.” Sarge shook his head. “I don’t think you get it, Brickmann. Things didn’t go wrong and no one did anything stupid, because YOU were leading them. Private Lamont , do you think you could have pulled this off?” “Honestly, not in the timeframe he did it, Sergeant. Maybe eventually, but I would have had problems with a few of the squad leaders.” Lamont answered. “And why did YOU go along with this?” Sarge asked him. “Him. His confidence. His plan was exactly what we needed to get refocused, without being juvenile or poorly hatched. He spread out command, didn’t show favoritism, or give his squad special treatment. And he apologized straight to my face for what Private Sendahl had done, without being a jackass, or being a weasel. That took a lot. Earned our respect. I got the feeling Private Brickmann was a straightforward standup soldier, Sergeant.” I was floored. Is that the vibe I gave off? That’s not what I was trying to do. “Would you have followed anyone else, Lamont?” Horvath asked. “Maybe The big guy, Gunnerson. Something about him. Never spoken to the guy, but the way he carries himself reminds me a lot of you, Sergeant.” I had no problem agreeing with that assessment. I’d have followed Zeus too. He was capable, serious, determined, and seemed far older than 19 years old. “Like the Lt said, keep your nose clean, both of you. Look, we know you’re just kids, we’re trying to turn you into soldiers and you’re not as close to that as you think you are. Letting off a little steam is expected, but there’ll be no more bullshit tolerated.” Sarge told us. “Understood, Sergeant.” I agreed. “Yes Sergeant.” Lamont followed. I had no idea what was happening with the Charlies, but I got the sense the Bravos weren’t the only headache in the Company. “Dismissed.” ************************************** SLEEPER AND ASSMUNCH ************************************** “I gotta talk to you, Assmunch.” Sleeper pulled me aside the minute I got back. He told me about what happened with Zeus. “I think Zeus is gay, dude.” He finished with a whisper. I sighed. I suddenly got a glimpse of maybe how Sarge and the Lieutenant felt when they had to deal with our fuck-ups. I didn’t have the mental energy for this. “I’m fine, thanks for asking, buddy.” I replied with sarcasm. “Just got chewed out for mutiny, nothing serious.” “Shit! Bro, are they gonna court martial you?” He shot back. I held a hand up. “Relax, no one’s getting court martialed. And keep your voice down. I’d be sitting in a cell if that happened, not talking with you. But getting talked through it almost had me shitting in my pants.” I didn’t want to tell my best friend about the Lieutenant’s talk of Officer. There wasn’t anything certain there. I know he was just putting the idea in my head, and that a lot of things had to happen before the possibility even appeared on the horizon. But why did it feel like Lt was offering me the opportunity? We had five more weeks of AIT to go, and nothing was going to happen before then anyway. You didn’t just get promoted to Lieutenant like in the movies. It meant a college degree first, something I didn’t have the money for. Not to mention I wasn’t even sure I WANTED to be an officer. My dad always called them useless. Of course, my dad wasn’t Infantry. I don’t know, it was all flying around in my head. Too much to siphon through. And now Big Gay Zeus on the verge of blowing a Big Gay Hole in our barracks brotherhood, which absolutely could not happen. Not only did I want to keep Zeus from getting booted, I didn’t want Sarge and the Lieutenant, or the brothers for that matter, to go through any kind of investigation which would uncover way too many things happening in Bravo Platoon. And while I trusted most of my squad, Bootlicker was a weak link. And Puta worried me too if it came to supporting a gay brother. I knew I had to get Zeus to rein it in. I was not going to lose our Gay God if I could help it. “Get some clothes on, bro. And go get Zeus, wherever he’s at. Let’s go get chow and sit down to talk.” I told Sleeper. “Yeah, fuck I’m hungry.” Sleeper never got UNhungry.

ASSMUNCH ************************** Why was I going into that memory again? I thought I’d put it in a plain unmarked box, taped tightly shut, as far back in my head as I could get it. I didn’t want to think about Kevin, about the tears, about losing him, about the choices I’d made that left both of us broken. Walking down the hall to where Sleeper waited found me reliving it all and how I carefully disappeared him so we could both get on with our lives. Joining the Army I had rid myself of Tom, my given name, and started using Andrew, my middle name. I couldn’t be Tom in the Army. The Army would eat Tom alive, chew him up and spit him out. I had to be Andrew, tough, closed off and fully committed to a career in the military. Andrew never gave control to anyone. Andrew never lost himself. And Kevin needed to, deserved to, have a guy share his life who could be fully open to him. He was half a world away at MIT, hopefully excelling in the Engineering program that would ensure a comfortable life. The distance between Boston and Germany was enough to allow us both to move on. I hoped. My leash had to be tight. Fuck! Go away, Kev. Please go away. I crushed the feeling swelling up inside me, before it broke me again. So the latrines had a supply room at the end of the sinks and toilets. It wasn’t big, just 5’ by 5’, with a utility sink. It had a lock, but of course basic locks meant nothing to trained soldiers in our MOS. Silent entry was a section of our breach training. We were learning everything from blowing a hole in shit to mechanical manipulation. It all boiled down to one rule our Ranger instructor said - there’s ALWAYS a way in. Not that we were anywhere near ready to be loosed upon the battlefield. I liked that instructor. Lt. FUHA (Flagpole Up His Ass) said we were lucky to get a Ranger to instruct us, that the timing worked out that his team happened to be back in Germany for debrief. Lt. FUHA threatened us for a full five minutes NOT to embarrass him or ourselves during instruction. He actually picked out specific brothers who weren’t allowed to speak or interact with our guest instructor to minimize the potential for us to look stupid. Demon was one of those. Surprisingly, so was Bootlicker. Don’t ask me why. Anyway, Capt. Simmons was the most relaxed officer I’d met to date. He had no use for rank address off mission, he said. Of course, if Sarge or Lt. FUHA were present we didn’t dare get lazy with our conduct or address. But when they left the room, Brian called us ‘boys’, ‘brother’, called us by our nicknames, told us we could call him Sir, Brian, Simmons, Captain, or Gutter, his callsign nickname. I’m almost certain Gutter referred to his apparent ability to eviscerate the enemy, not a channel for sewage and runoff. The dude was death on feet the way he moved. He had Zeus’ head squeezed between his thighs in two seconds. Zeus, who towered over him and outweighed him by 60 pounds. Zeus got stabbed in every kill spot, got his throat slit, finishing with the imaginary knife slamming up between his asscheeks right in the asshole to get jerked upwards slicing him from balls to ribs. Six seconds, start to finish. Gutter was sitting on Zeus’s face, his knees pinning Zeus’s arms, his armpits holding Zeus’s legs. After his kill, he played a drumroll on Zeus’s meaty ass while he said ‘never hold back. Kill fast, completely. Your enemy doesn’t deserve to suffer. And that’s not about kindness. It’s about removing the emotion from it and efficiency. If you want him to suffer, it means you care too much. You should not have feelings about your enemy. He is an obstacle between you and your mission.” He had his hands on Zeus’s hamstrings while he explained, looking like he was holding Zeus down for a gangbang. Zeus seemed perfectly relaxed with his ass spread wide, a large mound where his junk sat, and his face buried in Gutter’s hole. “Since Zeus here is being so cooperative now that I’ve killed him,” he lifted up off Zeus’s face and looked at him over his shoulder. “You good, brother?” Gutter asked. “I’m good.” Sitting back down he ass smashed Zeus’s face, I could tell Gutter was resting his full weight there. “This area here,” Gutter demonstrated, shoving his hand in the crack of Zeus’s ass, then slid it up over the bulging uniform of Zeus’s junk, “a guy will forget everything to protect it. Also, armpits and neck. It’s instinctive.” I noticed he was massaging Zeus’s crotch imperceptibly. “Make a move for these areas and your enemy loses form, gets out of position, leaving you an opening for the kill.” He finally let Zeus go, stood up and stretched out a hand to help Zeus up. “But I’m not here to teach you hand to hand, as pleasant as it was having Zeus hot-breathing my ass. Thank you, brother.” Zeus shrugged, not the least embarrassed. “My pleasure, Captain.” Like he was dealing cards or taking a hamburger off the grill rather than getting his face smothered by Ranger ass. Fucking deep, rumbling voice. And the inflection he used, as if it was all HIS idea to get slaughtered, teabagged, groped and laid out spread like a whore at a bachelor party. As if it was Gutter that got used. Zeus’s natural dominance made it difficult to figure out who got the best of who. I mean, lethal killer or indomitable God? Zeus gave off the distinct impression that Gutter only got to commit exactly the acts that Zeus graciously permitted. But Gutter was signaling that Zeus was no trouble at all to handle any way he chose. That the grope of his junk, digging into his asshole through his uniform, grinding his ass on God’s face was a deliberate act of dismissal. As if saying ‘yeah, you’re a God, but you still answer to me.’ When Titans meet, we mortals are unworthy to judge. Anyway, Gutter was the reason Sleeper and I wanted to try for Ranger School eventually. He was just a badass, and down to earth, easy going, confident , like a real big brother. He didn’t treat us like grunts, like we were stupid , clumsy or lacking skill. Even though we knew the wide gap between him and us, we felt like equals, like he accepted us. Sorry about the tangent. I’m supposed to be tonguing Sleeper’s tight white ass, not dancing down memory lane. Stay on mission, soldier. Acquire your target. The target sat naked on the utility sink. Fuck, my dude was awe inspiring. He wasn’t trying to be sexy, I know, leaning back against the wall behind the sink, his ass perched on the front edge so his asscheeks were half exposed, legs spread casually hanging down, just two inches of his crack visible below his long loose nuts that covered his entire taint. His skin was so white, except for the farmer’s tan from his biceps to his fingers, and his neck and face. Dark hair, dark eyes. His meaty muscles bulging. One hand played with his semi hard cock, the other feeling up his right tit. As if the sight of me was the signal he waited for, his legs came up, spread, and folded back along his torso, exposing his perfect, tiny turd button. His hand moved down off his dick, to rub his middle finger over his smooth, hairless hole. “Get that magic tongue in here, bro. I gotta cum, bad.” I wasted no time. Placing my hands on both cheeks, I squeezed and massaged them. I pulled them further apart, stretching his gap, rotated them in circles, pushed them together. I’d learned that eating ass was more than tonguing hole. It was best as a whole experience, no pun intended. I’d learned that a dude’s dick actually started at his taint, which hid some of the muscles that controlled his dick, AND his ass. That when a guy was on his back, that 12 o’clock on the pucker was the area that felt best, caused the most moaning and squirming. And I hadn’t learned it from eating Sleeper’s ass, it had been Kevin devouring my hole before plowing me mercilessly that taught me everything I knew. Kevin always took his time. Kevin never did it for me, to make me cum, to prepare me to get ass raped. He ALWAYS did it for his own enjoyment, and I learned that was the key. Fuck! Go AWAY Kevin! Back in your box. Of course I started at the top, but not with my tongue. I bit him with my lower teeth on his hole, my top teeth scraping his perineum. I let my chin scrape across him. Sleeper spread himself further unconsciously. “Fuck yes.” He moaned. I kissed his beautiful little starfish tenderly. Then licked his six, making sure my tongue didn’t touch his hole, staying below it by an inch. Another sensitive spot, just above his tailbone about two inches away from his sphincter. If you pressed on that spot, a dude’s asshole reflexively relaxed. Teasing Sleeper’s asshole open was too much fun. I gripped the mounded tube of his taint muscle and massaged and stroked it from the sides as I enjoyed the flavor of his lower ass channel, still avoiding the thing he wanted me to lick the most. “Oh God, Andrew.” He grunted, writhing his hips trying to move his hole to my mouth. I popped him hard on his ass. “No moving.” I warned him. He knew the rules, but still tested me every time. It amused me that he couldn’t grasp that I could make his body beg me to violate him, even if his mouth would never say the words. I know what he wanted, but even though it seemed I was on the submissive side of this interaction, it was Sleeper who was at MY mercy. I wasn’t servicing him, he was MY puppet. That was the trick to it, as Carol taught me. When you had the thing the other person wanted, you were actually the one in complete control. And using that to give a reward, or withhold pleasure tipped the balance of power. Driving your partner further into frenzy escalated sexual pleasure, and they willingly lowered barriers and reluctance. That was what kept Sleeper coming back. He knew I could drive him to lose control, and the challenge of retaining his dignity in the face of overwhelming desire was a knife edge that made him cum harder, longer and deeper than any other sex he’d ever had. So why was I doing this? For one simple reason. I was determined to make him break his own leash. I relished the thought of this slab of prime masculine hetero manhood finally recognizing his ass as the center of his pleasure while reconciling it with being straight, joining me in that sparsely populated club. And I was in a mood tonight. Maybe it was the fucked up week, maybe it was the alcohol, or finger banging Wanker’s cum-slick hole, or the revelation of Zeus being gay, or how I’d relived Kevin taking my ass cherry on his birthday, or all of the above. I didn’t examine it too closely, not caring why. I was slightly angry, hurting, and feeling like I needed payback for the huge hole I’d torn out of my soul and how I always sought to help everyone else while my heart screamed out for someone to help me. I completed the entire circuit of the area around his opening, biting, sucking, licking and chewing every square inch of his cheeks and valley. He was moaning incomprehensible garbage about needing it, please, his hole, go in, just touch it once, swearing he’d cleaned, even up inside, how he wanted to taste good for me, that he’d be good, wouldn’t move, and on about my tongue and mouth, describing them with his limited vocabulary of hard, slippery, warm. When he started in on gorgeous, lovely, beautiful, good, I knew it was time. His hole was pulsing, his pucker pushing out, then squeezing tight again, he was working it to entice me, demonstrating his willingness to give it to me for whatever I wanted to do to it, just please do SOMETHING. He had to have me dig deep into him. I flicked just the tip of my pointed tongue against his shitter, quick. He spasmed. “More” he panted. I gave him a full, pressing lick and pulled back again. His head was moving side to side, eyes closed. His hands gripped his ass, spreading it as far as it would go. I placed my open mouth over his hole and sucked hard, and I felt him flowering open, so I jammed my tongue into the soft inner flesh he exposed to me. “Oh fuck! Oh God yes, buddy. Deeper” and he grunted to push out and bear down even more. “Get in there, shove down on the outside….gggggnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh” I slipped my index finger up past my chin and rubbed his hole while I penetrated him orally. I swirled my tongue, tasting the sweet juice lining the interior. No, I’d never had the opportunity to do this to Kevin, it just never came up. It was always me on my back or my knees, or stomach where he wanted me. He dictated my every move, every position, every feeling. And after him, I never wanted anyone else go there on me, knowing it would pollute the limited memories I had of giving myself to him. Those had to stay pure, like my painful love for him. Go away. Please, Kevin. Please. I went full animal then, growling and drooling while I tore into Sleeper’s pristine temple of holy manhood, his inner sanctum. I was going to desecrate this amazing monument that was his muscle bound ass, the source of his athletic strength and power. He didn’t realize this wasn’t about him, it was about me and my need to make him feel what I felt when Kevin tore me up, and my desire to regain that feeling even if it was by proxy through Sleeper’s magnificent ass. “Holy fuck Andrew, what…. Fuck! Shit! I’m fucking cumming, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop trashing my hole, don’t you dare fucking stop, oh God, oh “ I jammed two fingers down to my knuckles right up into his prostate and ground into it as hard as I could. “AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK” he screamed as he started shooting, not even touching his dick, both of his hands occupied by pulling his ass wide. I stood up suddenly, yanked my dick out of my shorts and shoved it in his ass, punching all the way inside him with a single movement. “FFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK IM GONNA KILL YOU!” Which was a complete lie because his cock was shooting even harder. He started bucking, his hands pushing at my hips, but I started hammering him into the fucking sink, making his head bounce off the wall. My first load greased his guts within five strokes. He punched me hard in the center of my chest, and I knew he was trying to hurt me. But he couldn’t put his body behind it because I was pounding the shit out of him and he was stuck against the wall. The sink was creaking beneath us. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his chest and kept thrusting up into him at just the right angle to punish his prostate like a punching bag. “You MOTHERFUCKER.” Spittle was flying from his mouth. “No! Not again! FFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK” And he shot again, his cum flying everywhere from his hard cock bouncing between us. He got a solid wad right in his handsome prick face and that pushed me into my second orgasm. I bent over on a powerful upstroke and licked his nut off his cheek, burying my 8 inches to the root and squirting the last few schools of swimmers deep. Chest heaving, I ripped my cock from my buddy’s used hole, causing him to cry out. “Well what the everlovin’ FUCK, bro?” He snarled. “Relax dude.” I said, unimpressed. I knew I needed to give him an out. Oh, I was fine with taking a beating if he needed to dish one out. Might be good to maybe feel something again, but I doubted even the worst ass whooping would get me where I needed. In spite of his anger, Sleeper wouldn’t try to seriously hurt me, and that was what I really needed: a no holds barred murderous rampage beating. I needed a violent purge, the sweet release of overwhelming pain, to be taken to the brink of death where the only choices were giving up or fighting to survive. But neither one of us needed the trouble that would bring, and Sleeper was a pure spirit, the kind of guy who didn’t want to hurt people. “I lost control, I was just as horny as you. I needed a hole. Sorry bro.” He gave me a pissed off look. “Then you owe me one, fucker.” “You got the last part right.” I laughed. “Fucker”. He stared at me for seconds, then a grin started at the corners of his lips. Then he busted out laughing. “Outstanding. Did you cum in me, man?” I nodded, holding up two fingers. “TWICE?” He reached down to feel his hole. “It doesn’t even hurt.” I shrugged. “I know what I’m doing. I picked the moment deliberately.” He pulled his fingers up to look at them, sniffed, then tentatively stuck his tongue out to taste. “Brojuice. Fine. I’m not mad having your cum in me. But you should have asked, bro.” “Asking would have ruined it. You know that man. Ruined it for both of us. Look, you’re not gay, I’m not gay, and that wasn’t about being pretty gay boyfriends.” His face expressed his disbelief. “Then what the fuck was it about, huh? And what if I wanted to be your pretty gay boyfriend?” I laughed. “You think you’re the pretty one? Dude I’m the pretty one.” “The fuck you are! Look at me. I’m a fucking gay wet dream.” “True. I think it’s that cum all over your face that seals it.” He grinned. “Yeah, you seemed to like it just fine, I noticed.” I grinned back, and took the opportunity to go lick the rest of his cum off his face. He let me, patiently turning his face, pointing to certain spots for me to lick. When I was done, I put my forehead on his. “Now we’re even. Better than blood brothers. I have your dna in me, and you’ve got mine in you.” He closed his eyes. “Brother.” Whispered. “Brother “ I whispered back. I must have been wrong about needing a beat down. This felt so much better. This almost felt real.

Assmunch With Wanker squared away, I made my way down the hall toward the meeting spot where Sleeper waited. I glanced behind me to see the huge form of Zeus entering the door behind which Wanker waited. I sure hoped I was right about both Wanker’s problem and Zeus’ situation. My reputation as the asshole whisperer was hanging in the balance. The truth was I had never had a problem with dudes that were gay. I knew one guy in high school who was an amazing dude. Kevin Copeland. He sat next to me in English and History senior year, and he was pretty smart. Not the same kind of smart as Bootlicker, who was crafty and big-brained about facts. No, Kevin was quick but quiet, a thinker, puzzle solver who knew what made people tick. He was always watching people with eyes that rarely stopped moving, making me think of the hands of a clock driven by wheels and gears in his brain clicking along tirelessly with every second of every minute. His dry humor cracked me up too many times, which always got me into trouble in class. He’d mumble a few words out of the side of his mouth during the teacher’s lecture and a few seconds would go by while my mind connected the dots and I’d get hit with an involuntary laugh, after which Kevin’s lips would twitch in an almost unnoticeable grin. At first I thought he got a kick out of getting me in trouble, but later I figured out he just liked making me laugh and that I was someone who understood him. I’m pretty sure that’s why he eventually made a move on me. Kevin was kind of a loner and that always surprised me because he wasn’t a bad looking guy. I mean, I’m not in the habit of checking out dudes or anything, not back then anyway, but Kevin was well put together. He was shorter than me by a couple inches, dark almost black hair that he let grow long, just past his shoulders. It was naturally wavy and thick, looking both wild and tamed at the same time, resting on his shoulders. I kinda envied his hair. My dad would never let me grow my hair long like that. Frequently, almost as an unconscious habit, he’d pull it back from his face, raking his long fingers along his scalp to draw the length back across the top of his head to get it out of his face. When he did, it allowed me to see the square corner of his jaw below his ear, its straight edge solid and crisp all the way to his chin. Sometimes he’d have his hair pulled back in a warrior’s knot, the sides and top tied up in ball towards the top of the back of his head, the back hanging loose to his shoulders. It looked really cool, and one day I told him how good it looked, like a Viking or the Huns we learned about in World History. I got a direct look from his grey eyes and a full smile, both of which were rare things from him. After that he started coming to school with a warrior’s knot more often. I don’t know if he did that for me, or because it was easier for him to manage, or he wanted to look good for himself, I just knew it was fucking cool as hell. Kevin had the grunge look. You know, loose jeans, tee shirt, plaid flannel long sleeve tied around his waist, some kind of hiking boot on his large feet. I could never figure out how a guy that was 5’9” came out with size 11 feet. Hell, I was 5’11” (okay, 5’10” & 1/2… so sue me for lying about a half inch. ) and only wore 9&1/2’s. When he didn’t wear a jacket (always some black leather biker’s thing, or a ragged jeans fabric) you could see he had a dense, sturdy body. Heavy, thick shoulders and arms that were more solid than beefy and muscular. His chest was also thick but without defined pecs like mine. His waist followed the pattern, not fat but still narrower than his shoulders and chest and thick. He had a good butt, if you like that sort of thing and strong legs I later learned came from his love of skateboarding. He obviously didn’t work out and I couldn’t really say he needed to. Like his hair, his attitude , personality and his clothes, his body was a statement of casual strength, not too much effort or attention required as if it just climbed onto him every morning as a whole thing from a pile of comfortable parts. If I had to use one word to describe him, I guess the word was Comfortable. That’s the way he looked, talked, moved, and felt inside my head. Now, it might seem like I focused way too much on how Kevin looked, talked, moved and felt, but in all honesty it wasn’t anything I did consciously until after… well… IT… happened. I still remember everything about that day in vivid detail. School started like any other day, with me hanging out with my friends in front of the cafeteria, waiting to go into the building next door for our first class. We all got to school early so we could hang out and talk about classes, girls, the weekend, and our problems. Kevin wasn’t in our group, like I said he was a loner. Probably because we were all your typical high school jackasses and Kevin wasn’t that kind of guy. Because it was November I was between football and baseball seasons, so there was no practice. Twoadays never left me with time to screw around with my friends who weren’t on the team. Yeah, I was technically a jock, but I just played because I loved the games and competition. I wasn’t on some path to sports superstar. No college was going to recruit me. My stats were just average, I wasn’t physically exceptional (hint - if you’re under 6’ you’d better be exceptional in performance and stats to even get a glance by a college) and I didn’t have the drive. Besides, I’d always figured I’d join the Army like my dad when I got out of high school. Maybe that’s why I didn’t put my all into sports. I liked being part of the team, and the girls loved jocks, and high school was easier when you were a jock. Not all jocks had their eyes set on turning pro, some of us did it for all the other reasons and rewards, like Saturday night blowjobs and young perky tits in your face. When the 15 minute bell rang, we all started going towards the door to the building. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kevin running towards the building from the parking lot, so I waited. He wasn’t sprinting, but his loping strides ate up the distance without any effort showing on his face. I watched as his leather jacket blew open from the wind, his flat solid stomach and hips rotated with each thrust of his legs, the plaid shirt tied around his waist flapping behind him. Three necklaces bounced on his upper chest. It struck me that just like every other aspect of him, he ran comfortably, casually, but with a power and strength that looked easy. It was a weightless glide, not some angry or violent action. I remember that word appearing in my head when I watched him: weightless. Comfortable and weightless. I was surprised how soon he reached me, it had to have been just five seconds. “Thanks “ Calm. Softly spoken. As if he hadn’t just done a 40 yard dash in five seconds without even trying. “Dude. You ever think about running track? You’re fucking fast.” I watched his chest and stomach. Not even breathing a little hard. He looked at me from the corners of his eyes, his face pointed towards my hand on the open door. “Track.” He paused. Then, “track shorts”. Another pause. “Absolutely not.” As usual, my mind took its usual three count to put it all together, and I barked out a laugh. The image of this guy in those high cut, tight shorts, and a tank top was ridiculous. His riveting eyes darted to mine and he did that momentary slight grin. “Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.” I waved him through the door ahead of me. The image of him gliding weightlessly in his track outfit flashed into my head again. “But you’d still make them look good.” I mumbled unconsciously. “What?” He stopped, and I ran into him. “Dude!” I complained. He took a step and turned around. “What did you say?” He was looking me straight in the eye. He had some crazy long dark eyelashes. They made his grey eyes stand out so much. He looked surprised. I shook my head. “Huh? I said good point, they’re ridiculous.” He was still staring at me. This was the longest he’d ever looked me in the eye. It made me a little uncomfortable, but at the same time I couldn’t look away. I remember specifically getting caught in his eyes, thinking how they looked like soft grey flannel. He had soft eyes. “After that. You said something after that.” He uttered with a breathy whisper. Calm. Steady. Weightless. I thought back, a puzzled look on my face. “No I didn’t.” Seriously, I couldn’t remember saying anything after that. “At least I don’t think I did. What did you hear?” He seemed to be searching my face for something, those thought-filled eyes moving back and forth, the clockwork inside his skull turning. I felt like he was taking me apart, piece by piece, looking under the rusty hood. It should have felt intense, like an attack, that stare of his went so deep into me. I have no recollection of where we stood, who was around us, or how much time passed. I let his brain disassemble me, break me into pieces, I allowed it, thinking of nothing except that he could do what he was doing for as long as he needed to do it. I didn’t feel threatened, or tense, or nervous. I was both there and not there. I didn’t exist except where I was reflected in his eyes. I had no body, just floated there before him as his perfect creation. I felt comfortable. Comfortable and weightless. So when he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to mine, I let him. No, that’s the wrong term. I didn’t ‘let’ him. In order to let him I would have had to consciously choose. It just was. In that moment there was only him, his eyes, and his lips that were incredibly soft. What I do remember is that it lasted forever, his gentle steady kiss, before my mouth betrayed me and kissed him back. There was no thought to it, just a kiss my mouth needed to perform on his soft, beautiful gentle lips after they asked me so nicely, like a please and thank you. My head had no thoughts of boys kissing boys. This wasn’t some lurid, licentious or lustful act of depravity. I was just there, engaging in an act of easy natural need like breathing, exploring his mouth with mine without hurry, without thought, just because every movement brought with it a new and more interesting area. At some point in my journey, my adventure upon the softness of his lips, I released my tongue to taste him. His lips tasted like mint. My tongue took its time to find every corner with a slow and deliberate movement. It didn’t flex or harden, remaining soft and languid as it voyaged fully over each inviting pink pillow. Without my asking them to, my hands had risen up to cup his solid masculine jaw, my fingers caressing his neck while my thumbs stroked his cheeks. When my tongue wandered between those comfortable lips, they relaxed exactly as I needed them to, as if our organs were speaking to each other on their own. They needed to talk, to visit, to tell each other stories like friends who had missed each other for too long. His teeth greeted me first, so my tongue searched out every one, tracing their outlines top to bottom and side to side. Incisors. Canines. First molars. Licking , savoring each individual tooth, taking my time to be sure I explored their entire surface, even scraping the sharp points. I went along his gums, finding the crease of his jaw where it met the flesh of his face, and the rigid divider just beneath his nose. I played in the gap where his gums met the smooth white enamel of his teeth, fascinated by the difference in texture, finding it a sexy thing, that juxtaposition of hard and tender, soft and rigid. In my head, this wasn’t a kiss. This was like listening to my favorite song, getting taken away by the music, hearing but not listening because I was transported INSIDE the music, sailing on the notes, carried by the rhythm. No time existed, only the journey and the fascinating new places it would take me on its own without my conscious guidance. In the year since I graduated, I learned that this was a habit of mine, and always had been. My mind would take me and the world would disappear when I found this mental state. No judgment existed, no choice, no worry, just being in the moment as it expanded in my mind. It was safe, it soothed me, excited me, and everything was nothing. My body wasn’t there, not connected to me while my mind went where it needed to. A tiny piece of me fed instructions to my body to give my mind what it needed, and that was all, but I couldn’t tell you what those instructions were. Years later I would understand that this was meditation, letting go of everything to free the mind. Back then I only knew it as losing myself: the place where there was no ‘me’. When my tongue finished, it pulled back slowly, revisiting its favorite places, old friends, a quick goodbye but stopping for a longer moment on its favorite friend, those beautiful gentle lips. And then, his tongue came to visit me. Hesitant. Cautious. It moved so slowly, so tender, asking politely once again. In answer, my hands pulled him into me, my own lips opened even as my tongue darted forth to tease him. I had never had a kiss like this with any of the girls I’d been with. There was no casual, effortless connection with them. With them, there was a purpose, mostly mechanical, a choreographed dance with deliberate steps and movements intended to lead to a sexual act. A sexual act I desperately wanted and loved, in case you thought otherwise. There was always a navigational issue with girls, I could never just lose my self, because every guy had to be hyper aware of every signal, make sure she was in full consent, to make sure she enjoyed it all way more than I was allowed to. All the while she couldn’t enjoy herself TOO much, not wanting to come across as a total slut. Always careful, slightly awkward, each of us holding back. My too big mouth trying not to swallow their too small mouth, my heavy, long thick tongue trying not to choke or overwhelm them. Having to walk the line between strong and aggressive, a too thin line sometimes when your heartbeat sinks to your dick. There was no kiss that only existed as a doorway to a sublime disappearance, a kiss that wasn’t a kiss, but an existence. No kiss like Kevin’s comfortable , weightless kiss. And when he felt my permission, my acceptance, he performed his magic again, only this time my mind receded, becoming a spectator once more just like that eternity of his lips first touching mine. His tongue invaded me, eager and on a hunt. It came for something, hungry to conquer. My mouth relished the strength of his attack, the abandon and thoughtless aggression. It would have its satisfaction, it would fill its starved emptiness with everything it could devour. Sacrificing myself to him seemed only right, this desperate animalistic taking , I could deny it nothing. If there was any way I could give it more, I would. On an instinctual level I celebrated the release of the hound, knowing that allowing it to feed meant freedom. His tongue reached my very soul, no different from how his soft flannel eyes ensnared my mind. I fed it to him, I no longer wanted my soul, not inside me. I wanted him to consume it, to keep it prisoner as deep inside his self as he could crush it. I had no reason left. He could take what he wanted, anything he needed. I would just live inside him, such an easy choice. His tongue pushed against my tongue like a bully, throwing it wherever he chose, trying to flip it over on its back. He drove the hardened tip deep into the soft tender flesh on the floor of my mouth, then spread the tip wide to fling my tongue upward like a killer whale flinging its seal victim in the splashing surf of our shared saliva. It was pure playful violence, toying with me. His tongue yanked back, but only so his teeth could nip my lips, before thrusting again into my beaten mouth. A wave of his saliva followed, only for me to swallow every drop after which my lips closed over his tongue so I could suck it dry. I felt like a virgin, like I had never kissed anyone before in my life. Whatever I had done before, it couldn’t be called a kiss. THIS… this was what qualified as a kiss. When had I slumped against this wall, lowering myself so I was below his head? It made his violation easier. He cradled my head with one hand while his other hand danced across my face. I felt his finger enter my lips next to his tongue. He drew back his head slowly, looking at me with his flannel eyes, his finger still in my mouth. I slumped there, staring. My mind was coming back too slow. “How…..?” He gasped. Now he was breathing heavy. He put a second finger in my mouth, and I unconsciously sucked them, captivated by his stare. “Let’s go.” He said, curling his fingers around my bottom teeth and pulling me off the wall by my jaw. I didn’t even care. What the fuck? The world was still gone. Oh I recognized the school, where we were. But I had no idea what time it was, didn’t care. School? Class? Not even on the radar. I followed him to his car, and he was kind enough not to drag me the whole way by my teeth. “Fuck. Sorry Tom.” He said, releasing me. “It’s…. I …. What?” That was the level of my intelligence at that moment. Just saying words. “Get in.” He ordered. Commands. I could do that, follow commands without my mind, super easy. The Army was going to get a perfect soldier. So I got into his car and shut the door, staring out the windshield trying to make sense of whatever this was. “Tom? You okay?” I heard from my left. I turned my head slowly, like some creepy horror movie mannequin. I swallowed before answering. “Yeah. Okay. I’m okay.” “I’m sorry I did that. I don’t know why I did it.” He said, going back to not looking me in the eye. “Did what? What did you do Kev?” I was still trying to grasp reality. Nothing made sense. “The kiss? Kissed you in front of English class?” Which only sent my mind right back there, his lips, my tongue, my surrender. “That’s good.” I muttered distractedly. He looked at me again. “Tom? What? TOM!” His raised voice got my attention, finally. I focused on his flannel eyes, his hair. “Your hair’s messed up.” I told him. Don’t ask me why that was the first thing I chose to consciously say to him. But in my defense, Kevin’s hair was never messed up. He always looked like fucking Tarzan. He smirked. ‘Yeah, you kinda put your hands all over it, through it, pulled it, smelled it. I thought you were going to eat some, but you didn’t.” None of which I remember. Not even to this day. “Really? When?” Now he smiled, a full smile. I remember those teeth, knew each of them intimately. My tongue came out and licked my lips. I have no idea why I wasn’t freaking out. “During what will always be the best kiss of my life.” I blinked. “Oh. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh” my mouth lingered on the word. Finally, I grasped the entirety of what we’d done. “Oh shit.” Okay, I guess the freaking out part was just holding back a little. “Did we just do that? Like right there in the hallway?” Kevin nodded, his smile reduced to nothing. His eyes looked scared, but hopeful. I leaned back and rested my head against the headrest, closing my eyes. I sighed, thinking… at long last thinking. Maybe not such a perfect soldier, with all the thinking. Kevin waited with the quiet patience he always had. Comfortable silence. Weightless expectation. That was why. Why I said what I did. Because he was comfortably weightless there inside me. I mean beside me. Yeah, that’s what I meant. I looked at him again and smiled. “It was a fucking awesome kiss!” I laughed. He laughed too, the first time I’d ever heard him laugh. It sounded deep and throaty. “You kissed me gone, dude. I seriously left my body. I don’t remember everything that happened, I just remember living inside your mouth. I remember ever single crevice and corner of your mouth, every tooth, every bump. And your lips. Your lips. Those lips.” Before I knew what I was doing, I reached out to touch his lips. “You have no idea what you did to me, where you took me.” I didn’t feel like lying to him, I wanted him to know the truth. I needed him to know how special that was for me. He smiled, and kissed my fingers, still there touching him. “I know what you did to me, and where you took me. That I do know.” He got a little bashful then. “Um… sorry about attacking you there at the end. I don’t know why that happened. You drove me so crazy with what you were doing to me. I couldn’t take it when you let me put my tongue in your mouth. I lost it.” I moved my fingers under his chin to raise his face to look at me. “Kev? Look at me.” He did that thing again, his face pointed off to the side, his eyes looking then not looking, then looking again. “I’m not sorry. I wanted the beast off the leash, that was actually going through my head. I saw that beast inside you and wanted it to feed on me. You were perfect, amazing, so strong and in control. I didn’t know a kiss could be all that. So, thank you. Thank you for kissing me. Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me. I never thought that was possible, but you showed me it is.” I watched as tears started to fall from his eyes. “Thank you too. Tom? I really like you.” I wiped his tears. “Yeah. I like you too Kev. In fact, I know I love you. But I’m straight Kev. We’re going to be close friends, because I love who you are, the guy inside. I like your jokes. I like your always thinking brain.” He chuckled, then took a deep breath, then looked out the windshield. “I figured.” He wiped his eyes on his shoulders. “Are you sure you want to be my friend. I’m gay, Tom. And after that display in the hallway, people are going to talk. I guess I just came out at school.” I grabbed his hand. “Only if you want to. Fuck those people, the ones who want to be mean. You don’t need them. And I’ll shut them up for you if you want.” “But what about you? They’re going to think you’re gay too. Fuck! I screwed this up so magnificently, and now you’re going to suffer.” He threw his head back, raking his hand through his hair and holding his head. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” “Hey, hey, settle down. Get the beast back on the leash, buddy. It’ll be fine.” I really wasn’t worried. “I don’t care if they think I’m gay. You’re gay and you’re amazing. If they think I’m like you, I couldn’t be happier. “ “Really? What if girls don’t want to go out with you?” He asked. I laughed. “Dude, you don’t know girls. They’ll see it as a challenge, can they turn me straight, make me forget about dick? If I play this right I might actually lose my virginity. Some girl’s gonna want to use that pussy power.” His eyes got wide. “You’re a virgin? You?” His surprise amused me. “Yup, turns out that being a good guy makes it extra difficult to get more than a blowjob. I can’t figure out why.” I heard him snort. “What?” I retorted. “You don’t think I’m a good guy? Or was that because I’m not as smart as you?” I’m not sure I appreciated this level of honesty. He shook his head. “No. No, not that.” He grinned. “Let’s see, someone just told me something like ‘you don’t know girls’ or some lame bullshit like that.” He raised his eyebrows. I hated myself for those three seconds before my brain clicked. “Oh you fucking ASSHOLE!” I grinned and punched him hard in the arm. He started cracking up. “You deserved that.” He laughed. “And OW! Jesus. I’m gonna have a bruise.” “Good.” I said. “Look, you’re right, being a good guy probably does work against you. You probably stop when they say no, right?” He tilted his head. “Yeah, I do. I’m not going to rape anyone. If they say no, it means no.” I didn’t see where he was going with this. He paused, I watched his grey eyes move left and right between his eyelids, his lips pressed together, obviously lost in thought. “Okay.” That’s all he said. “Okay what?” I asked. “You don’t have any answers? What’s the good in having a gay best friend if he can’t give me answers about girls?” He looked at me with a suave smirk. “You can comfort yourself with a no strings blowjob from your gay best friend any time you want.” I choked , then laughed. “You shouldn’t have said that.” He suddenly looked scared. “It’s a joke. A joke. Don’t be mad.” I looked back at him, with a straight face, saying “oh, a joke. That’s too bad.” Then I gave him a wink and a grin. He took a deep breath, then grinned. “Now who’s the asshole?” “Guilty.” I said. “But look, don’t censor yourself with me, Kev. You don’t need to do that. I know you dig me. Be yourself.” “Bet you’d still make them look good.” Kevin said. “Huh?” “That’s what you said. Before the kiss. ‘Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.’ Then you paused, and mumbled Bet you’d still make them look good.” I looked at him with my mouth open. “I… I don’t remember saying that. Did I say that?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His face was serious. Concerned. “That’s why I kissed you. I thought you liked me like I like you.” I put my hand over my mouth. I led him on? I felt bad. I shouldn’t have done that. “Kev, I’m sorry. It was subconscious, or something. I mean, I’m not going to lie, you have a nice body, and you’re handsome as hell with your soft grey eyes and your Viking Tarzan hair. And yeah, if I’m being honest you’d probably look hot in those track shorts because of your skateboarding ass and legs. But I didn’t mean to lead you on, or make you think we could be a couple.” I took a breath. “So you wouldn’t have kissed me if I hadn’t said that?” He shook his head “I would have been too scared to make a move. Just like every day since junior year.” “Okay, we’re going to revisit your crush on me for over a year, and you not even saying hi. We’re going to have to work on your balls if we’re going to get you a boyfriend. “ “Yes, let’s work on my balls. You can start now.” He said dryly. One. Two. Brain caught up. “Hah!” I laughed. “You’re too quick for me, dude!” I slapped his thigh. “Alright, well while I’m sorry I led you on and gave you the wrong idea, I’m still glad I said it because that kiss was FUCKING EPIC and I got a gay best friend out of it.” I explained. “Yeah. It was the best kiss ever.” He replied , lost in thought. “ I didn’t know a kiss could be like that either. So it doesn’t bother you that I’m crushing on you bad?” I shrugged. “I kinda like it. Besides, isn’t that how gay/straight friends work? I figured the gay one always had a crush on the straight one.” “What? No! Oh for fuck’s sake. Good thing you have me. You may be straight, but your head’s not. I’m gonna to straighten that out.” So Kevin straightened out my head, with girls and gay people. I guess I knew what I was doing when I called him my gay best friend, because the guy who I thought was my best friend turned into a major prick because of the rumors I was gay, which I did nothing to dispel. Fuck him. I did in fact get WAY more action, and lost my virginity to Carol Fredericks, a sweet little blonde volleyball player. We ended up dating for the rest of the year. I came clean with her that I really was straight, to which she screamed ‘I KNEW IT!’ And she punched me like a volleyball spike while I laughed until I swore to do anything she told me to for a week. Let me tell you, that sweet little girl was a freaknasty with her leash off. I loved that. Almost…ALMOST took me to the place of Kevin’s kiss. I had a moment beyond , but nothing as deep or long lasting as Kevin’s kiss. She was the one that taught me that eating a dude’s ass drives him fucking crazy. I need to introduce Sleeper to Carol. She tore my hole up with her mouth, even had me shooting once, just from her tongue in my hole. In my defense I hadn’t touched myself or seen Carol in two weeks when that happened. I begged her to fucking rape my hole, it drove me that crazy. She kissed me right after i shot, and tasting my own ass on her tongue almost made me cum again. And I had to stop myself from letting another load go when she picked up my pooled jizz and grinned at me while she forced my own cum into my asshole with two of her dainty fingers. I still fucked her twice more, once in each hole. I liked fucking her ass, and she loved it too because we didn’t have to use a condom and I could fill her up with my nut. Freaknasty. What a perfect, lovely, pretty, dirty little slut. I guess my laid back attitude and casual acceptance of pretty much anything allowed her to let her beast out. And you know how much that gets me gone to that mindless place. If I hadn’t joined the Army, and Carol hadn’t gone away to UCLA, we’d still be together. If she’s still single when I get back stateside, I’m going to look her up. For Kevin’s birthday that March, I asked him what he wanted. With that sardonic dry tone he said without blinking. “Give you a blowjob, of course.” It was our typical banter. It was the same thing he said at Christmas. On Valentines Day. When I asked him what he wanted to do on the weekend. ‘Maybe tomorrow’ I’d say. But this time I said “okay”, closed my locker, and walked towards the parking lot. I was halfway down the hall before he ran to catch up. I finally got him. This time HE had to wait for his brain to connect the dots. I felt kinda proud. “What?” He asked. I looked at him with a grin. “I said okay. For your birthday, you get to blow me.” He stared and blinked slowly. “This is a joke, right?” I put my arm around his shoulders, and he automatically wrapped his around my waist. Like we always did. “No joke buddy. But, there’s conditions.” He was trembling under my arm. “What conditions?” “Carol’s going to be there. She’s into it. Oh, and she calls the shots. Meaning if she wants to participate, she does. You good with that?” Kevin looked uncomfortable and a little freaked out. “She’s not going to order me around, is she? She won’t do anything to me, will she?” He stopped. “I don’t have to do anything to her, right?” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just me, buddy. She accepts you’re gay, she’s not trying to change you. I told her you’re GAYgay, that we’ve always joked about you giving me a blowjob. She asked if we’ve ever done that, I told her no. She asked why not, and I couldn’t really give her an answer except I didn’t want to lead you on, that you deserve better.” We reached the exit, saying goodbye to a few people we knew who never cared that Kevin and I hugged, walked with our arms around each other, got handsy when sitting next to each other. One cool side effect of all this was how many other people got comfortable with male affection. I noticed the guys on my teams hugging a lot more and being more at ease with touching. Of course, it was usually followed by ‘no homo’, but progress was progress. I stopped getting shit after they learned it wasn’t going to get a rise out of me, and didn’t ruin my day. I seriously didn’t care. I was going into the Army, the rest of these chumps could kiss my ass. A couple more guys came out as gay, but Kevin said they didn’t interest him. I hoped Carol’s plan worked. I was really worried my best friend would never move on and let his crush on me go. The air was still cool, in March, but Spring was almost here. We walked across the small lawn towards the parking lot where our cars were. Kevin and I used to take turns driving each other (wait… I mean riding with each other… fuck… taking each other to school… for fuck’s sake is there any way to make it not sound like we’re fucking each other? That’s Kevin’s influence, that dirty mind filled with double meanings). So anyway, since I started dating Carol, we drove separately most of the time. Carol and Kevin liked each other, it’s just sometimes Carol and I had personal business to conduct after school before our parents got home from work. “My parents are in Dallas for the weekend, and Timmy is staying at his friend’s until they come home. I’m apparently not mature enough to keep my little brother from dying in my care, but it’s fine with them if I do something stupid and end up killing myself. So, we have the house to ourselves. Wanna stay the weekend?” I asked him. His actual birthday wasn’t until next Wednesday, so there shouldn’t be any reason he couldn’t stay over. “Sure. Is Carol coming over?” I shook my head “Nope. Not until tomorrow night, for your birthday celebration. She said I have to save it for you. I think you’re going to have to blow me twice because I’m going to cum too fast the first time for you to have your fun. Carol and I haven’t gotten together since last week. It’s driving me crazy. I’m so fucking horny. Practice and games, I get no time. Thank God this is a bye week.” He gave me that clock ticking look. “This is something you WANT to do, right?” I smiled. “Yeah bud. I want to do this for you. I think you need this. Besides, I tell you how hot you are every week. What makes you think I’m not going to enjoy it just as much as you?” We hugged before we split to go towards our cars. “Well I won’t complain. What time do you want me to come by tonight?” That was Kevin. His biggest sexual fantasy was coming true and he still maintained that comfortable, weightless attitude. Who knows what going through his head, turning through those gears. I shrugged. “Anytime you want. Just grab your clothes and stuff and come right over. I’m going to go to the store on my way home and get some garbage food. I’ll see you there. Let yourself in if you get there before me.” I climbed into my 12 year old ‘79 Trans Am, a car I thought was a ‘classic’ at the time. Ha ha. Go ahead and laugh, then go fuck yourself. What the hell did I know? I was 18. **************** It was Saturday night, THE night. Carol was on her way, and Kevin and I had spent the day trying to not think about tonight. With each passing hour, he seemed to get more nervous, and that sideways look was back. I tried to reassure him, tried to be more affectionate, but it didn’t seem to be working. We were currently snuggling on the couch watching Terminator 2, it had just come out on video and I had snagged the last VHS at Blockbuster. Kevin was little spoon, and I had my arms wrapped around him, my leg over the top of his, while my chin rested on the top of his head. He was so warm, his meaty body felt perfectly contoured to mine. My right hand lazily rubbed his left pec while we watched Arnold blow shotgun holes in the liquid metal terminator. The special effects were insane. I liked how solid his body felt. Comfortable. His hair, skin, breath, all smelled soothing. He’d always chuckle when I’d sniff him like a dog, but it always seemed to calm me and make me smile. Although we always spooned and slept in each other’s arms when we’d stay over at the other’s house, somehow this moment felt extra special. I took a deep breath. “Kev?” He waited a few seconds before answering. I could feel him tense, then relax. I was patient, knowing he’d speak when his clock gears finished whatever they needed to do. “Yeah Tom?” His deep voice came out weak, filled with uncertainty, and a little fear. “I… I love you, buddy. I don’t think you realize how much.” I took another deep breath. Softening my voice, I continued, “Sometimes I wish I was gay, so I could be the man you deserve.” I felt him tense up, so I grabbed him tighter, not letting him run from this. And then I felt him shaking. I looked at his face below me and he was crying. Crying softly, making no noise. “Oh Kev. Don’t cry. Don’t cry buddy.” I kissed his head, his neck, his jaw that I thought was so masculine. “Please don’t, you’ll make me cry. “ I kept mumbling while I squeezed him tightly to me and tried to kiss away his tears. “You can’t cry on your birthday, it’s against the law.” I tried humor. He brought his hand up to rub my forearm. “Tom?” He paused. I knew I didn’t have to answer, he would continue when he had the right words. I kept up my affectionate attention while he prepared himself. He really did smell like the best thing in the world. Like rain on a summer day. A freshly planted field. The breeze coming off the ocean. Beneath it all, him, his unique scent, a light musk that could have been a spice if you could bottle it. He hadn’t worn cologne since the day I’d told him how good he smelled without it. “Tom, I don’t want you to be gay. I mean, I used to want that, at first. But that wouldn’t be you.” He was talking through his tears, still running down his face, wetting the throw pillow under our heads. “Part of why I love you with all my heart is because even though you ARE straight, you never hold back on how much you love me, and show me that. Do you remember the day of The Kiss?” “Every single detail, Kev. I’ll never forget it.” “You said something in the car that day that I think about every day. When I feel sad, it makes me feel better. When I’m scared, it calms me down. When you said those words, it made everything all right.” I’d said so many things that day, and my exact words were jumbled in my memory between my heaving emotions , and my scrambled brain. But Kevin always remembered everything exactly. “Which part, Kev?” “You said ‘Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me’. So now it’s my turn. Thank you for giving me all of you, Tom. You’re perfect just as you are. So perfect, just like this.” And now I was crying too. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, letting the emotion take us where it needed to, our eyes closed. We didn’t hear Carol come in, until she stood in front of the couch. “You started without me?” She said with a grin. We both looked up at her. “No.” We said together. She saw our tear stained faces. Her grin slipped. She knelt down in front of us, her eyes going from Kevin’s face, to mine, and back again. “Hey, are you two okay?” She reached out to wipe my tears, then wiped Kevin’s cheek too. “Yeah babe.” I said, smiling. I’m sure we looked pathetic, but I didn’t care. “I’ve got my two favorite people right here and I couldn’t be happier.” I leaned over Kevin and gave her a kiss. We were just inches from Kevin’s face. I could feel his soft eyes on us. “Wow.” He whispered. I smiled with my mouth still on Carol’s, and I saw a glint in her eye. Carol pulled back an inch, opened her mouth and let her tongue extend. She grabbed my lower jaw, squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. She darted in, shoving her tongue into my open mouth and took a long hard forceful lick up across my palate and teeth. Then she pulled my mouth open as far as she could and put her delicate chin all the way inside my lips, pushing her tongue inside along with it. I clamped down, almost chewing on her jaw. She moaned. She was the first girl I didn’t worry about how big my male mouth was. If I could swallow her head, she’d let me, and would want me to. “Holy fuck.” Kevin breathed below us. This was so hot. We’d never had an audience before. And knowing that Kevin was getting turned on by it had my dick throbbing as I unconsciously humped it over his meaty ass. I was grabbing his pec and playing with it. I was so turned on. Carol pulled back again, and stuck her magical tongue out once again. Yeah, her tongue wasn’t as big and fat as mine, but it was long, almost three inches. My asshole loved every wet inch. “Suck it.” She ordered, yanking my jaw towards it. God, I loved it when she treated me like her bitch. She couldn’t be too rough, too degrading, too demanding. It excited me that her tall thin body could control my big muscular one. I learned early on that my beloved Freaknasty could take it as well as she could dish it out too, but I could never decide which way I loved it more. She was so polite, sweet, and pure in public. Behind closed doors she became the best kind of depraved whore, and she knew ALL of my buttons. We were perfect together. She pushed me away after I tried to suck her delicious tongue as hard as I could and rip it out of her mouth so I could eat it. Fuck, the things she did to me. “That’s not the only thing going in your mouth tonight, baby” the sweet tone of her voice opposed that sparkle in her eye I knew so well. I was breathing hard, clutching Kevin’s chest. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped I wasn’t hurting him. I took a quick moment to glance down at him. He had the most sublime expression on his face. The excitement in those soft eyes changed them. Were the darker? They appeared to be two stormy skies. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Those lips. Carol grabbed me by the hair to get my eyes back on her. I caught the briefest glimpse of Kevin’s patented minuscule smirk before my eyes found hers. She stroke my cheek with her soft dainty hand. Man, her fingers were so long, her palm looked tiny next to them. “Oh baby, do you want to kiss Kevin? Like you kiss me?” She cooed. “Yes” I said hoarsely. I didn’t see it coming, the slap. I knew better than to take my eyes off her. I kept my head still , taking the full power of her slap. It was a stinger, she was a great volleyball spiker after all. My ear was ringing, my face on fire. Her voice was still filled with sugar, so sweet. “Too bad, baby. Tonight’s not about what you want. It’s all about him. Tonight he gets what he wants. Tonight he gets to… how do you put it? Let his beast off the leash? You want that, right?” She stroked my face again, so tender, it felt so good. “More than anything, baby girl.” “Do you love him, baby? Do you love him like me?” Still sweet, a gentle smile on her face. “Not like you. You, I want to possess, I want to grovel at your feet, I want to control you and let you control me. I want to be in front of you so I can see you and protect you, behind you so I can hold you, beside you so I can share everything with you. I want you to hold my heart, crush it if you wish, consume it, put it in a necklace to wear, while I do the same with yours.” We hadn’t talked about this, Carol and I. None of it, which was part of the thrill. I was going wherever she led me, trusting her completely to bring out what we all needed, the three of us. And she did it to perfection. She had a gift. “Oh baby, you are so wonderful, so gorgeous in your heart and soul.” She caressed me with her words. “And the outside is even more beautiful. So hot, so handsome, all those powerful muscles that would never be used to cause pain.” She finally let go of my hair and started stroking both cheeks lovingly. “And Kevin? What about him? How do you love your boyfriend?” Kevin jerked. Her eyes and one hand left my face. She looked down at him, smiling like an angel, stroking both of our cheeks now. “It’s okay. You know we all see it, right? Your hearts beat for each other. But let Tom tell you. Baby, tell him how you love him.” She tilted my head down to look at him, his eyes had gone to soft flannel again. I felt my tears start. “Kevin, I love you like the air I breathe, weightless, here inside me, always, filling me, keeping me alive. You are a fire that keeps me warm, comforting me. I wish we could merge into one, so I could feel your weightless comfort every second of every day, know what’s ticking in your amazing brain, feel everything you feel that keeps you solid, steady, and so much more real than anything else around us.” My tears were dropping on his face mixing with his own. “Thank you for being my friend. I love you buddy.” “Kiss your boyfriend, baby. Show him how you feel.” Carol whispered. I looked in Kevin’s soft eyes, and watched them begin to dart. “No.” I uttered, soft and tender. He and I had never kissed again like the day of The Kiss. “Why? Tell him why, baby.” She knew. I had told her about The Kiss. She already knew what I would do, what I would say. “I’m waiting for the moment. The moment when he’s ready to pull me into his eyes again. When he lets go of the leash he’s put himself on. The leash I never asked him to wear for me. Let it go, buddy. Come to me, pull me in. I want you to kiss me gone. I need you to give me all of you, without holding back.” If it were possible, which I guess it was because he did, he cried even harder, from fear, doubt, from a desire he could never answer without feeling the desperation of losing me. I saw it all in those soft flannel eyes. “You would do this for me?” He whispered. And I could tell he still couldn’t grasp that this was something I wanted just as much as him. Carol had opened my eyes about so many things. One lesson I learned above all others was not to avoid trying new things, that hidden pleasures were everywhere if you allowed yourself to look. I needed Kevin to show me what sex with a man was like. I too, had put myself on a leash, wanting the experience, but needing to keep from hurting him. But he was the only man I trusted to do this with. I wouldn’t do this with any other. “I want to do it for us.” When he heard those words his soft eyes stopped darting, and they pulled me in. And the world froze and disappeared. He became the only real, solid thing in the universe, even I was reduced to nothing more than elements of more than the five physical sensations. I came back to myself carrying Kevin up the stairs to my room, our mouths still locked together. I sensed Carol behind us. I’d warned Carol what could happen, if the stars aligned just right, but I didn’t expect it to happen like that, so fast. I remembered far more than the first time, my hands and mouth exploring his entire head, smelling everything, tasting every part my tongue could find. I violated his ears, driving my tongue deep into his ear canals, both of them. I needed to know how that private part of him tasted, how it felt against my tongue. I used my lips and tongue to remove his earring, rolled it around in my mouth to suck off the bits of him that came from inside his pierced earlobe. His nose I swallowed whole, the tip of my tongue penetrating up inside each nostril, the snot from his tearful surrender somehow as deliciously soothing on my tongue as everything else I’d savored. I licked his salty tears and cleaned his eyes. I remember chewing gently along that straight, sharp jawline I’d always admired. I sucked his Adam’s apple, it was hard against the soft sweetness of his throat, feeling it jump as he moaned. And then I wrapped my overly large mouth to cover his entire throat, the feel of his blood pumping through both his carotid and jugular pulsing against my lips at the same time sending me even deeper into the nothing. Here. Here was where I joined him, that merging that I wanted. He lay beneath me offering himself as a sacrifice to my hunger, my beast. With every breath, I felt the air move through his throat, his beating heart sending his blood through his artery up over my top lip, and back to his heart through his vein across my bottom lip, throbbing heat, over and over. So strong. Steady. Solid, like him. I existed only as his blood, his heartbeat, his comfortable heat, his weightless air for an eternity. For that time, I felt like his life, and I’ve never known a peace like that ever again. I don’t know how long he fed me, but he gave me all of him, patient like he always was until I’d gotten what I needed. Still clothed, we got to the landing and I moved towards my bedroom. I spared a glance at Carol. Her eyes were wide, and wonder was painted on her face. “Tom, my God. Who are you?” She asked. I left Kevin’s soft, beautiful, comfortable lips, smiled at her. “I’m him. I have him, he’s finally here.” As I pulled him to my chest. A tear slipped from my eye, tracing down my cheek. “And now, he will have me.” She didn’t have to say it, I saw it in her eyes. “You are the most amazing man, baby. I love you.” I smiled bigger. “Thank you for loving me. All of me. Even the part of me that is Kevin. You didn’t have to. But that’s who you are, and you made this gift happen because of what you have inside you. There’s no one I’ve ever known who gives so freely, and takes so unapologetically. I love you.” “Take him in there. Give him all of you. Show him what I see.” She turned to go back down the stairs. She wasn’t worried that this would change me, or change her and me. That wasn’t Carol. In fact , she told me before graduation months later that she was wet thinking about all the ways she hoped Kevin would violate me. She wanted to watch, but wanted us to be free to do everything we wanted to, needed to. Kevin stirred. I looked down at him, his soft eyes completely still as I gazed into them. “No, Carol. You’re coming too.” He said. And then that smirk. I laughed immediately, no three second wait. I had a feeling that my brain would never have to catch up with his again. “You heard him.” I said, when she hadn’t moved. She was obviously trying to figure out if that meant what she thought it meant. “Get your sexy ass in here! Oh, and Kev’s in charge. No leash.” I had no idea what Kevin would come up with, but knowing him, Carol and I were going to experience a few new things. Carol was going to learn that even though Kevin was a virgin, his beast made ours look like cute puppies. I remembered that all too well the day he took my soul.

Dragging Zeus by his pajama sleeve felt weird. But I was afraid if I let go, he’d go back to his bunk. We reached the rec room down the corridor where we found the rest of the guys. Wanker was still in the showers the other way. The other platoons in our company were still out so we had the place all to ourselves. We found out later that our Lieutenant and Sarge had gotten reprimanded for sending us out without gear. Sucks to be them, I guess. “Assmunch! There you are! Where’s our bitch?” Bootlicker yelled. “Well he’s not in my ass, but you’re welcome to come take a look.” I shot back. “I’ll be doing the looking with my dick, you sure you can take it?” He boasted. “That little carrot? I’ve had shits bigger than your sad little pecker, Bootlicker. I won’t even feel it.” I dropped drawers and bent over. “If you want to embarrass yourself, bring it over. “ “Footling, go teach Assmunch a lesson.” Bootlicker pushed Footlong towards me. I couldn’t get my boxers back up fast enough, which made everyone laugh. Suddenly everyone noticed Zeus behind me. They all froze, going quiet. “Zeus is going to help me set things up while Wanker finishes up. You should all say thank you to Zeus for cleaning your boots.” I told them. “He doesn’t get down here often, so give him some brotherly love.” The idiots just stared. Channeling my best Sarge impression, I yelled in a voice of gravel “THAT WASN’T A REQUEST GRUNTS!” Everyone spoke over each other. “Thanks Zeus!” ; “Thank you for cleaning my boots, Zeus!” ; and even “We love you brother, you didn’t have to do that”. Then someone started a chant. “Zeus! Zeus! Zeus!” Carrying on for a good minute. Zeus looked embarrassed. “C’mon Zeus, let’s go get supplies” and we went through one of the other doors to our stash. We knew Sarge probably knew about it, but looked the other way. I grabbed a sleeve of the cheap styrofoam cups, and a grey rubber trash can and told Zeus to take them to the rec room. Myself, I got a second bin and went to get ice. Before I left I said “Zeus, in that closet over there, behind the crates on the left wall there’s an unsecured panel. Inside that is the beer and liquor. Take all of it.” “Okay Andr… I mean Assmunch.” “There’s a lot, so just get one of the other guys to help. If Wanker is back, get him to do it. If not, don’t ask someone, tell them to do it. They won’t argue, trust me.” I went for the ice. Zeus went back to the rec room and deposited the stuff. “Brickmann, I need your help.” Zeus said, singling out a brother standing with Puta and Troll. “What?” Brickmann said. Zeus just gazed at him, those eyes drilling into the smaller, blonde soldier. Zeus’s face was placid, carved out of stone. Nothing about the way he stood or looked said he was happy, nor angry. But even so, a potential danger radiated from him. Zeus exuded threat and power just standing there breathing, wearing puppy dog pajamas. It would have been funny if anyone was brave enough to point out the joke. “Demon come with me.” He repeated, taking the advice Assmunch had given him. Demon, was only smaller in comparison to Zeus and Sleeper. Almost 6 feet in height, he had a body like a swimmer, all shoulders and arms, narrow waist, a minimal ass that tapered into decent but unremarkable legs. His dirty blonde hair stuck up at random tangled points just an inch above his head. Demon never actually combed his hair unless he was in Class A’s. He just mashed it down with his patrol cap or his brain bucket. Demon was one of those who went balls to the wall regardless of what the activity or task was. If you were in his way, you got trampled or pushed aside. On the training courses he just threw himself onto every obstacle as if he were indestructible. And maybe he was, because he never got injured. If you were taking a position, he was out front, dodging, rolling, skidding, diving, damn near flying. He was a fucking demon. Bouncing off some object to redirect, I swear he moved horizontally like he was just running on the ground. And he was impossible to track, you couldn’t guess his direction from his trajectory or movement, position of his feet, nothing. That old fighting trick where you watch the hips to read where your opponent would be, useless with Demon. You never put Demon on point, because there was no holding him back. Troll was his minder, tasked with keeping Demon in position. Troll would just grab him by his OTV and say “Stay, Demon. Stay. Good boy.” Demon would huff but stay. You didn’t have a chance in hell of getting out of Troll’s grip. And Troll wasn’t anything special. Just a 5’8” 180 lb. fire hydrant with a low center of gravity and feet that couldn’t be dislodged from the earth. Troll was the only guy Sleeper couldn’t dominate in hand to hand. He couldn’t move him or throw him. Sleeper’s only play with Troll was to lift him off the ground, and even then Troll found some way to make it difficult for Sleeper to put him down and pin him. He was an immovable mountain. A mountain just 5’8” tall. The perfect Demonmaster. It helped that the two of them were best friends, literal opposites, but matched perfectly in complement. Where Demon was fast, bouncing around like a ping pong ball, running hot like a V-8 going 100 mph, Troll was solid, slow, deliberate and predictable, cool and deep like glacial fjord. The most common order given to the two of them was “Troll, you’re demonmaster until we reach this point, the let the Demon loose. Demon, secure this location here. We’ll be along after.” Demon didn’t say another word, just fell in behind Zeus. They soon had the alcohol laid out, and no one was waiting for me to get back with the ice, already pouring shots. Sleeper just grabbed a beer and drank it warm. I returned, dragging my tub filled with ice, cokes, and other drinks from the mess. I had to get Zeus to help me carry it inside. Well, I say help… he just lifted the whole damn thing like it weighed a couple pounds. Of course, that was when Wanker finally showed up. Wearing basketball shorts. Limping. Of course the guys were going to give him shit. The party went well, no fights, probably because everyone was exhausted, which was good. Wanker played his part, really overdoing it with the subservience thing but it kept the brothers happy and off his ass. I did have to put a stop to Bootlicker ordering Wanker to drop trou and give him 20. I told him his privilege had been revoked tonight because of the shampoo dispenser incident. That Wanker hadn’t ratted him out to Sarge, so in return the bitch didn’t have to follow his orders. Bootlicker actually seemed sorry, which was probably an act. But he didn’t escalate it. I carried weight with the brothers for some reason. I didn’t really know why, but I was always the one they came to with a problem, or for advice, or just to bitch and moan. The Army calls that leadership, but swear to God I didn’t do anything special. I was just me. When I made a rule, called a halt to something, or made a decision they just fell in line. Maybe it was because Sleeper was my best friend, and they knew he’d back me up. Whatever. I didn’t abuse their trust, my only goal was everyone’s well-being. As the guys stumbled back to their bunks, drunk and happy, I helped Wanker clean up and remove all the evidence we were ever there. Zeus sat over in a corner looking happy. He didn’t drink, just had water all night. I think he had fun just being in the same room with everyone else. “Is now a good time, Wanker?” I asked, not forgetting my promise from earlier. Besides, I needed to get it done, and get him and Zeus to bed so Sleeper could get his fix. “Yeah. Where?” He asked. “Either the latrine or storage room. We can have Zeus stand guard.” I suggested. “Yeah, then the storage room. He can be at the end of the hallway, so he can’t hear anything.” “He’d keep it quiet even if he did. Zeus doesn’t say much.” “Okay. Let’s do this.” He said walking down the corridor. “Zeus, you mind standing guard over here? Don’t let anyone in.” The big man got to his feet. “Sure Assmunch. Whatever you want.” He didn’t even ask why. Just did what I asked. In the storage room with the door closed, Wanker took a deep breath. “Alright, pull em down, buddy.” I told him. Wanker pulled down the basketball shorts, and his underwear. I saw just a tiny bit of pinkish blood mixed with a wet area that was probably Sergeant Charlie’s cum. “You weren’t lying, I think his cum is still coming out. There’s only a little blood though, which is good.” “Still? I even farted out more in the shower. How much cum could he possibly have shot up there? Fuck my life.” Wanker complained. “Well, bend over, let me see your hole.” He obediently laid his chest on the crate in front of him and I spread his cheeks apart. “Well, your asshole looks a bit swollen, a bit red, but there’s no damage outside that I can see.” I reported. “You do have a different asshole than Sleeper though, so that might be normal. I haven’t seen a lot of assholes up close and personal though. But yours looks like what I’d expect, minus the redness and slight swelling. Wanker breathed deeply again. “Can you… check inside? It feels different in there. And if there’s no damage outside, what about the blood?” “There’s not much blood at all in your shorts, buddy. Your ass would be like any other part of your body. A big wound would bleed a lot. A small cut, only a little. Seems like you only got tore up a little.” Kneeling behind him it was a little hard to see, too many shadows. Hop up and sit on the crate. I need you to lift your legs and spread em.” He did as he was told. But just bent at the knee with his thighs poking straight up. “More, grab behind your knees an pull them to either side of your chest.” I showed him how Sleeper did it so I could have full, deep access to his hole, get my tongue as far up inside him as he needed. Of course, I didn’t tell him that. Thoughts of Sleeper and our weekly appointment started my dick rising. Fuck. Well Zeus would keep him busy until I was done here. “That’s it. Breathe. Relax.” I gently moved my hands on his cheeks, trying to be soothing while I took another look. “Can you push out a little? Just like, relax and try to fart, just a little. “. I saw his puffy hole unclench, just kind of spread a little and push outward. He moaned a bit. “Does that feel better?” I asked. “God, yeah, it does. Why?” “You’re probably clenched too tight unconsciously, because of what happened. And you’re worried about blood and cum spilling out, would be my guess. There can’t be that much left. Just relax, let it go, it’s okay.” I encouraged him. My hands still rubbing his cheeks, I moved my thumbs to his hole and started massaging it. He moaned again. “That’s it buddy, you’re doing great. Just completely relax, I got you bro. Don’t worry about what might come out. Don’t push hard, just relax into it.” My thumbs we’re still pressing, rubbing, pulling apart, basically manipulating his asshole to gradually relax. A glob of whitish liquid appeared. I used it to continue to work his hole. “Uuuunnnggghhhh, that feels so good.” He said, and I could see every part of him go limp. Pain brings tension, pleasure brings relaxation. I think I just figured out what Wanker needed. Trouble was, if I told him, I’d be volunteered. Which might be a problem for me. I just didn’t know if I could do it. First, I sure wasn’t going to eat his ass. I wasn’t doing that to just any bro. Not to mention the thought of Sergeant Charlie’s load still brewing up there just about made me gag at the thought. No, I thought Wanker’s little starfish had been bent out of shape, and only physical stimulation or time was going to get him back up and running. A pulled or cramped muscle needed massage. And a sphincter was just another muscle. I needed to test my theory. “Okay Wanker, I’m going to try to get inside there. Feel for anything strange. You good with that ?” “At this point, yeah. Just keep that pressure going, it’s the first thing that helps.” I dropped a healthy wad of spit into my hand to lube up his hole. I decided my thumb would be a good start, because his hole seemed to want to let me push further. After I got him more open I could feel around with my index and middle finger. I settled my palm on his hairy taint, letting my fingers nuzzle his rather average sized balls, which were covered with coarse matted hair. I couldn’t help but compare it with Sleeper’s crotch. His entire ass, inside and out, was smooth and hairless. His cock and balls he shaved smooth. It definitely felt like night and day, but that steamy heat, the musky smell… that was the same. My thumb made circles on Wanker’s hole, exerting increasing pressure every so often. It was surprising when after just a bit of manipulation, my thumb slid in. It didn’t pop in, or force its way in, it just glided through his pucker like sucking your thumb as a kid. Nor did his hole clamp down after. He let out a groan and said “oohhhhhhh, shit, that’s it.” I pushed in past the knuckle and flexed, bending and extending, twisting my hand as I went. I could kinda feel the smooth, but slimy walls hugging my thumb. I went for a spot that seemed tight, at the top and pressed down. “Ah! Right there! Right there!” He panted. “It’s like a mosquito bite that needs scratched. “ he put his hands on his ass and yanked his ass full open, his elbows holding back his knees, his head up, a look on his face like he was giving birth. Jesus, what was the deal with me and assholes? I had some freakish magic or something. I just let intuition guide me, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, wasn’t trained, even if there was such a thing as an asshole whisperer. Maybe I needed to switch careers and be a proctologist. I could make a fortune just doing whatever I wanted to people’s assholes. “Yeah!” He said. “Do it more, doitmore doitmore, ahhh fuck don’t stop.” I figured now was a good time to bring up my diagnosis and treatment. Dr. Assmunch, reporting for duty. Still yanking on his asshole from the inside with my bent thumb, now rougher, going deeper, pressing harder, I explained “ bro, this will heal up in a few days. Your next few shits will probably be torture , but it’s nothing you can’t recover from. There’s no blood, so you aren’t punctured. “ “Okay, but you can do this until I do right? It’s helping. God it’s helping so much. “. I stood up, his flaccid dick leaking pre-cum. He wasn’t even turned on, just leaking. I knew nothing about prostates back then, or I’d have realized I was literally prostate milking him. “Well, I could. But really, to get back on your feet and back to normal, you need the hair of the dog that bit you.” I explained. He was just laying there groaning and grunting as I stretched out his hole. “What?” He gasped between oh’s and moans. “Don’t be dumb, Wanker. You either need to work your hole with a dildo or something, or get someone to fuck you for a couple days. Until your hole relearns how to be a good little turd cutting starfish. “ “Stop joking around, Assmunch. I don’t get fucked.” He said, oblivious to the irony of my now two fingers violating him rather brutally. The remains of Sergeant Charlie’s nut was making quite a mess down there as I thrust and twisted. “Can’t you do it? I’ll owe you.” I looked down at him, feeling a bit sorry for him. I don’t know what I would do in his place. I’d probably just live with a painful itchy asshole. But my ass didn’t send me any signals even when I took a dump. I barely even felt it, no matter the size of the log I pushed out. Wanker here, though, whether because of getting a dick-down or for some other reason, sure seemed to get all sorts of feelings from his hole. Everyone is different, I suppose. “You already owe me. But I might have a solution that doesn’t involve me. Which is what I’d prefer.” I said. An idea came to me that might kill two birds with one stone. “Okay, what do I have to do?” He said, resigned to the fact that he couldn’t argue with the relief, and even pleasure he was getting. “You just have to stay like that and I’ll send Zeus in to do the job.” I explained. My read on Zeus, from our earlier conversation, and his reluctance to engage with us, get naked or shower with anyone, was that our God was gay. Everything made sense if you looked at it from that angle. He was worried about nothing though. The brothers wouldn’t care. Zeus could perform, that’s the bottom line. They’d tease him a bit, but not too much. He was still Zeus and his natural supreme confidence, masculinity, command and subtle dangerous demeanor meant if he chose, he could force any or all of us into submission. And when he got that particular look on his face, set his body just so, and a menace lit his eyes, he didn’t have to move or speak. “WHAT? No, bro don’t do that. If he saw me like this he’d lose all respect for me. The only reason you haven’t is because you know why this happened. And what if he tells someone?” “Zeus doesn’t work that way. You know that. He keeps his mouth shut, keeps to himself. He’ll do it because he wants to be included more. He’ll be willing to help you out. He’ll even do the three day stretch you need. It’s your only option unless you want to get a broom handle up there. I’d recommend a condom though, splinters would be bad. Or you could get a cucumber from the mess. They might not even ask why you want to take a cucumber back to your bunk. “ I took that opportunity to pull my slimy fingers out of his ass. He whimpered as his hole was left empty. Actually whimpered. “Fuck. Okay, but only him. “ Wanker gave in. “Oh, I have a feeling he’s going to be all you need, buddy. If he’s not man enough for the job, none of us would be.” I wiped my hand on Wanker’s underwear, and left the storage room. Of course Sleeper would be there talking to Zeus at the corridor junction. That wasn’t a problem though. I needed to meet up with him anyway. I walked up. “What’s up, bro?” Sleeper asked me. “Zeus wouldn’t let me past. Said you’d be out soon. What’s going on?” “Nothing important. Just a little project I’m working on. I’ll have Zeus finish up. Meet in the same place? I asked him. “Yep.” “Cool, give me a few. Gotta give Zeus some instructions and I’ll be right there. “ “Alright. Hey Zeus, it was nice talking with you. You’re pretty amazing.” Sleeper said. “Thanks for hanging out Sleeper. You’re… “ there was a pause. It almost seemed like he thought he’d gone too far. “Good.” That was the word he settled on, with a warm smile at Sleeper’s stunned face. I could see Sleeper just collapse into mush with Zeus’ smile and words. This was Sleeper, the rotten handsome prick with enough arrogance and self confidence to wet the panties of every woman who laid eyes on him. The guy who could take on five of us at once and have us tangled up and eating dirt in two minutes. The man who knew every designation, use, method and part to every weapon on the battlefield. And he turned into an idol worshiping fan girl with just a smile from Zeus. Yep, no one was going to have a problem with Zeus being gay. There might be a problem with who got to suck his dick. That was going to cause a few fights. Sleeper left for our meeting spot. I turned to Zeus. “Wanker needs your help. Do whatever you want. Do what comes naturally. Don’t overthink it. But, he’s got an issue that will only get resolved by fucking his ass. I gave him other options, but that’s the one he picked. Your dick will tell you what to do. Just, start gentle. Can you do that for me? And for him?” Zeus looked a little frightened . “I don’t know how.” He said. “You will know once you start, trust me. We all do. Don’t worry about him. He messed up his asshole, that’s why he was limping tonight. It needs to be forced back into shape, but he can’t stop clenching in pain. You’re going to loosen him up. Start gentle, like I said. You don’t have to fuck right away. You’ll know when the time is right. Once you get going, just fuck him any way you want. This is a big favor to ask, I know.” “Okay. I can do it.” He declared, confident once again. He started down the corridor to the storage room. “And Zeus? Have fun, it’s supposed to be fun.”

Part 24, Mr. Big leaves his mark. As I knelt there, I could tell by the vibrations and little sounds most people were leaving the room. I think it was Daron was still behind me petting my hair and holding on to my leash. Everything seemed very still for a few minutes. The way Daron was holding me, I knew I was to stay still. 'Perfect', I heard through the ear buds, 'I am ready... come to me boy' I looked to the left and to the right not understanding exactly where the sound was coming from. But then I felt a yank on my chain and got up on all fours. I felt the leash being pulled toward where I think the door was. I again heard this sound in my head. 'Good girl, let your big brother bring you to me, come on, be a good girl and come to me' I kept walking on all fours. Feeling some dust and sand from the creaky wooden floors get stuck in my hands and knees. Then I heard. 'That's good Daron, bring the little bitch right in here to me. What a pretty girl she is. Are you a good girl princess? Wag for me.' Somehow, I knew to nod my head and I think my butt even moved left to right. 'Good girl, that's right, turn left a little through the door.' With the ear buds in, I could only hear half the conversation in my head, so I wasn't exactly sure what was happening, but I did hear.... 'Is she in heat? (pause) Nice, did she spot on her way down the hall? (pause) What color was it? (pause) Pure white? (pause) Good, I know how little muscle man likes to do his stretching exercises. She must have good strength. (pause) Ok, have her sit there and shut the door on you way out and deadbolt me in here with her, I will text when I need something. And keep an eye out for Tony and Jax. I had a very disturbing text from Jax that Tony was on the warpath so I got to hurry. Now, go.' I felt the leash be laid on my back down to my butt and I sat up like a had in the other room. I felt footsteps vibrate the floor near me as he got closer. I felt him pick the leash up and put his hand under my chin. He raised my head with one hand and ran his big, I mean huge hand over my head and down my shoulders, he just petted me for a minute and I could feel my cock getting harder than a rock. I dont know what it has been with my erections lately, but my cock was so hard it was hurting. It was a strange sensation to see darkness, hear nothing, but just sense movement and occasionally his very deep voice in my head. 'I will have to thank your daddy for letting you come over when I see him. You must be the new special load carrier he hired that I heard so much about last night? I would have love to come to the party but my invite got lost apparently due to an 'oversight' on Mr. Ali's part. So thank you for the special delivery. What limits did your daddy put on you? I didn't know what to do, I knew I couldn't speak or at least I didn't feel it was my place to speak, so I shrugged my shoulders. 'Oh of course, pups cant speak, can they?' and he laughed. His laughter seemed to be getting louder and darker in my head... almost sinister. 'Let me ask it this way, did your daddy give you any limits to make his customer's happy'? I shook my head no. 'Good, I don't do limits anyway, and fuck, I used my free pizza loyality card, so I feel entitled to help myself for a nice tip.' I could sense he was moving and felt a tug on the leash. I was jerked to the left and I began to crawl over toward the direction being pulled. I heard in my head 'jump up on the bed here, just kneel there in the wet spot pup.... (pause) Get the fuck off the bed and get into your chair you fucking whore.' I froze, I didn't know what to do. I felt some commotion on the bed. I felt his hand on my head after realizing he had scared me and said. 'Oh sorry princess, not you, there was another bitch on the bed, but he is worthless and is all sloppy now. But sorry, he fucking bleed all over the fucking nice sheets that I had. I will fucking rub his nose in it later. But yes, just lay there. On your back.' I could feel the wetness from the sheets on my butt and lower back. My shoulders and head were in a dry spot. I soon felt Mr. Big between my legs. He reached his arm under my thighs and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. My butt was in the warmer wet spot and my back and head were now in the colder slimy wet spot of the bed. 'Good girl, stay right there. I know your daddy and Uncle Terry have a big dick, but would you like to feel Mr. Big? I nodded. 'I am sure if does hurt, you worthless little faggit twink. Don't make me come over there and shut you up, you little whinning snivveling whore. I dont know how many times I need to tell idiots like you, you shouldn't fucking go online looking for BBC if you cant handle a real big black cock. Now Shut the fuck up and watch a real gift from heaven take dick.' I smiled and I my left hand found Mr. Big. Holy fuck, it was bigger around than my wrist, I couldn't even get my hand around the whole thing. and it was as long as my forearm. I smiled. 'Hey fag, bring my pup over a fresh bottle of Amsterdam poppers from that fridge over there. Now, faggit....., damn, hurry the fuck up....' A few seconds later, I felt someone getting back on the bed and felt my nose being pinched shut and the vapors filled my head. There was music now playing in my head, dance party music like they would play at those bars were lust and sin fester. In addition to the music I could hear Mr Big saying... 'deeper boy, hold, hold, keep holding, ok exhale. Now repeat that you fucking twink until he goes limp.' I felt pressure at my hole. A lot of pressure. Oh fuck, I hope daddy was right when he said I would be amazed at how much it can stretch. With searing pain, I grabbed ahold of the wet sheets, my hand was covered in slime, it smelt like iron and piss and cum and lube. 'Be a good princess, I know you can do it.... come on baby, make your daddy proud, you are so close, come on baby, let Mr. Big in.' And with his encouragement and the 4th hit of deep poppers I felt my hole give way. If felt like it was tearing from the based to my belly button, but I could feel his huge cock snaking his way into my pussy. Stretching and stretching, tearing and tearing its way in. 'Good job little prince. You are doing great, you are sucking my cock in now, you feel that?' And he was right, like a vacuum trying to suck up and eggplant, I felt his cock pushing deeper into me. Within a couple minutes, I heard, 'You did it, you are only the second person to let me bottom out in them. You are fucking amazing.' And I smiled big and had an image of my daddy's face in my head. But then he started to pull out, again, like the suction of a plunger stuck in a toilet, it came back out. And went back in, and came back out and slowly, he picked up speed. 'Ok twink, but the bottle down and play with his nipples, rub them and roll them like I did on yours. Good faggit, you can at least do that right'. 'Oh pup, guess what?' I shrugged my shoulders. 'Your hole is magic, do you know what just happened?' I shrugged again. 'The first couple times I pulled out there was white sperm on my cock from the other guys, but thanks to the magic of your pussy, it turned it a little pink.' I felt his strokes picking up speed. 'Keep going baby, you are doing great, keep working that magic, it is pretty bright pink now and getting frothy like cherry cool whip.' He put his hands on my ankles and pushed my legs into the air and wide apart, I was laying there spread eagle taking the biggest cock I can imagine there being. I was so happy that he was pleased and would be glad my daddy had me come over. I smiled knowing my hole even did a magic trick for him, daddy is right I am so lucky to have this gift. I just wish daddy could see me now. 'Oh jesus, oh fuck, oh fuck, you fucking sweet pussy, look the fuck at that hole sucking my bloody cock into it. You ready boy? you ready for the biggest darkest gift you ever had?' I felt like I was already getting it, but I shouted out 'fuck yes, give it to me.' I heard Mr. Big moaning, groaning, laughing all at once and he collapsed onto me. I felt him bite my neck really hard, I tried to push away, but he bit harder. 'I just need to leave my external mark as well, so your daddy knows I was here, tell him it is a message from me and that i told you that you will be back for more. Once a boy like you goes big, there aint no going back to pin dicks. If you ever get tired of working for him, you would be amazing on my team. But, I should tell you, I wont always be so gentle, Mr Big can get pretty rough.' I smiled and my dick flexed against his belly. 'He bit my neck on the other side and said, you are a fucking slut that is going to need a lot of Mr. Big. Remember that boy, when you think it is a dream, your cock will tell you it is real and that pussy will twitch for more of the gift of Mr. Big, remember that?' I nodded And with that the whole room shook with several loud Incredibly loud bangs. Even with my head phones on, I could hear noise. It sounded like someone was trying to tear the house down. Even with the ear phones on I heard daddy yelling. 'Let me the fuck in there now or I am going to bust this fucking door down and have every cop in the city over here.'

Part 23, The tall one and the muscled one. As Daron pulled out of my now dripping cunt, he started to make a move toward the door. I commented to him that my daddy said I am to always clean the cock off after it comes out of my mouth. The shorter muscle one held my legs high in the air while the long haired tall one shucked off his clothing. Once his baggy pants were dropped I could see a really long slender cock poking out of the piss opening in his boxers. Daron climbed on the bed and knelt by my head and slowly entered his cock into my mouth and grabbed a hold of my nipples. This is my go to way to shoot my load. So I grabbed onto my cock to start yanking it. The tall one slipped under the arm of the short muscled one and slapped my hand and said, 'who the fuck said you could touch that princess?' 'Oh, sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking.' 'Fucking right you aren't. Get the bitch fucked up again and concentrate on cleaning off Daron's cock. Fuck, he was nice enough to load your fuck hole up with his gift wasn't he? 'Yes, Sir, sorry Sir. Of course.' And with that, I turned and pivoted my head so that Daron could get his hole cock deep down my throat and I soon felt his hairy heavy nut sack being sniffed into my nostrils. While I was focused on Daron, I couldn't down below, but I could feel the tall one slipping his narrow but super lengthy cock into my hole. I felt the muscle one moving my legs onto the shoulders of the tall one and I clenched my legs around his neck for stability. The tall one put his hands on my hips and just started to piston fuck me like cutler x would. Long and furious strokes. Deep up into my cunt. Daron was having a hard time focusing on my nipples because my chest was flailing around so much. Instead, he put his fists onto the bed and just slowly started to throat fuck me in a kneeling doggy position. I could feel his cock get hard and I could see him looking back at me from down by my chest. The short muscled one climbed on the right side of the bed and took his left hand and put it on my neck and put his right hand on my right pec. I felt his hand start to tightening around my neck as Daron picked up speed and the tall one just kept power fucking me. I grabbed onto the cock of the muscled one and just like his body, it was incredibly thick. I could hardly get my hand around it. I was moaning semi in pain from the lack of air from his hand and the big cock down my gullet, but also from the assault that my hole was being subjected too. He was pushing up the fuck chute deep. He took his hands off my hips and held onto the front of my quads and pulled me into his fuck tool as he pushed deep deep into me. Daron raised up on his knees and was now doing push ups into my throat with his thick hard raw cock. Raw cock? Oh Fuck, I forgot to see if the tall one put one of those rubbers on that I saw. I should remind him in case he forgot. But I couldn't really speak. I was getting light headed, not from poppers but I think just from the lack of oxygen? I heard a buzzing sound in my head and my eyes closed. Oh I feel dizzy. Oh, things are going dark, whats happening to me? I few moments later, I felt a slap on my face and I opened my eyes. The muscle one had taken his hand off my throat and my face was covered in nostrils were heavy with warm sticky cum being inhaled into them. Daron was unloading the rest of his load into my throat and the tall one was still between my legs. WOW, I thought, that was strange, everything seemed to stop for a minute or fast forward. I will have to ask Mr C about that later. But as the tall one was pulling out the muscle one very quickly jumped off the bed. The tall one let one of my legs drop and he withdrew his softening cock from my hole. Oh, I bet he is done? I guess he must be? The short one moved into position and slapped my ass and told me to get on all fours. I rolled over and the tall one climbed onto the bed and presented his cock to me. It was still almost 10 inches long, but was quickly shriveling back up like a dark worm. Oh wow, I realized by the taste, he did cum. His sperm was very sweet and thick as it clung in globs to his withering dick. Daron moved off the bed and commented he would go check on Mr. Big and see if the twink was still doing ok. The muscle one was grinding his fingers into me. I heard him comment, 'come on boy, you are going to have to get wider than that. I am happy to just tear that shit open, but Mr. Big usually like to be the one to break the skin to allow the sperm to set into place.' I wasnt really following what he was saying as I was trying to make sure I got the tall one all cleaned up nice. But all of a sudden, I felt pain. It was like he was clawing inside me like a mouse. What the heck? I pulled my head off the now clean cock of the tall one and looked down from all fours between my chest and the bed and saw muscle guys cock. He appeared to be trying to stab it into me while his 3 or 5 fingers were still in my hole. I heard him tell the tall one to get me medicated and then I felt the cold glass of the brown bottle on my nostril and the familiar vapors started to help me relax. I stopped looking back and just laid my head down. The tall one was kind enough to put a pillow under my head and kept the bottle right at my nostril that was not muffled into the pillow. The poppers helped me melt. I felt a slap on my ass and heard. 'let me in', 'arch your back', 'no, arch it', 'yeah good boy', 'yeah, very good boy', 'let me in', 'oh fuckkkkkk yes bitch'. I zoned in and out with the poppers but could tell muscle man was getting a little more depth with each rhythmic rocking motion he was making. After a couple minutes, I felt his fingers back around my hole, he was alternating on each side and seemed to be pulling my ass cheeks apart as he pummeled deeper and deeper into my soft warm boy hole. My ass started to make these little farting noises. I should have been embarrassed, but the poppers were making me horny as fuck and he seemed to know how to move his cock to make the sounds louder and louder. Soon he picked up speed, each thrust in made more air and suction come out. He was working my hole good. I felt him go faster and faster and soon, the poppers were back under my nose by the tall one. The tall one put his head down by my ear and said, 'hang in their boy, you are doing great, you are about to get the most gifted load you can imagine. Well, until Mr. Big, but that is another story.' Hearing that, I knew I loved getting a gift so I started to push back against him. 'Oh, your fucking whore, you want that sperm in you down you babe?' 'Yes', I muttered, 'YES', 'Yes please, let me have that'. I felt him pull his fingers further apart on my ass walls and piston fuck his big fat head into me. His speed was picking up and Daron hopped back on the bed. I heard the floor creaking and felt the presences of another. I was in bliss and soon I felt muscle guy remove his fingers and collapse on my back. He was panting hard and I knew, oh no wait, I am now feeling his thick clumps of cum spew into my fuck hole. Holy cow, how much blasts were there. Seven? Eight? God I felt wet. God I felt full. God I felt like I had purpose. WTF, I was pulled from my silence and harmony when I then heard a very deep loud voice say, 'boys present her to me'. With that, I felt the muscled one pulled out and quickly scurried to get his cock cleaned off. I felt a collar go around my neck. It was super tight and was choking me a little bit. Daron then grabbed one arm and the tall one grabbed the other arm. The muscled ones cock dropped out of my mouth as I was being pulled off the bed from behind. A blindfold went over my eyes and I was spun around and put on the my knees on the floor. I felt one of them put a knee in my back and had me straighten my back. I felt a hand come under my chin and raise my chin up to parallel with the floor. 'Down a hair', I heard. I felt someone take my chin and lower it just a slight amount. 'Put the ear buds in', I heard the deep voice saying. 'Yes Mr. Big' I felt my left ear go silent as something was pushed in, the right ear went silent as something pushed in. My head felt full and a slight ringing in my ear took the place of all sound. Then some very soft music was starting, it has a lot of bass and made me feel warm. As I knelt there, I could tell by the vibrations and little sounds most people were leaving the room. I think it was Daron was still behind me petting my hair and holding on the rope connected to my leash. Everything seemed very still for a few minutes. The way Daron was holding me, I knew I was to stay still. 'Perfect', I heard through the ear buds, 'I am ready... come to me boy'

Part 22, Princess and the pigs. His bicep vice grip around my neck was making me choke a little bit at first, but as he started to pull me through this bedroom, he squeezed even more. I was able to choke and gasp the words out.....'Please dont hurt me'. He slowly started to relax his arm once he realized I wasn't resisting. Being happy to breath again, I put my hands on his forearms which were still around my neck. I commented 'what amazing ink', his skin was as pale as mine as I slowly traced my fingers across the beautiful orange, white and red coy going up his arm. 'Do you remember me?' he asked? I was confused and said, 'I don't remember, I am sorry. Should I? I love your art, I would think I would have remembered.' 'Well, I had a long white sleeve shirt on. I was one of the servers last night.' 'Servers?' 'Yes, at Mr. Ali's house. ..... Last night....., I was the one who got you the celebration drink, and later handed you the pie and the brown bottles to take down to our visitors in the woodshed?'. 'Oh wow, sweet, I guess.... last night was kind of a blur to me,' I said. 'Oh man, as soon as I saw you, I wanted you. But I knew I was just there to work, but man, you had all the pigs oinking. Too bad your daddy ended your fuckfest so early, you disappointed a lot guys.' He kind of brought me slowly over to the bed, realizing I wasn't fighting back against him. My hands stayed on his ink. He started to pull his t-shirt off over his head. His whole body was covered with tats. It was like a canvas telling a story. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a brown bottle. When seeing it, my eyes got wide. My eyes followed the bottle like in a trance. He was moving it up and down, left to right, like an optometrist would during an exam. He laughed and said, 'Oh shit, I thought they were kidding' 'Kidding about what?' As my eyes followed his hand. It then triggered in his head... that's why I wasn't scared, I had seen the twink in the other room huffing the bottle and I was already under this control. He pulled his shoe off and threw it at the door in an attempt to close the door. As doing so, he said, 'I need you before my house mates find you here. I told them about you when I got back. They were pissed they didn't get to work the party, but Mr. Ali doesn't like black ex cons that much. He thinks they are not safe. My buds are cool, but they LOVE LOVE LOVE white boys.' 'That's awful about the party, I am sorry, I hate people who are racists. But, on the good new side..... well they are in luck, my daddy told me I am a special boy.' 'Special? How so? My name is Daron by the way.' 'Yes, daddy said I am a special boy, that was born with a pussy and she was put here in me to give other men a place to play so they didn't have to worry about those dirty gross women's pussies.' 'Oh really, is that what he told you?' Daron said. 'Yep, and all the guys last night said she was amazing.' 'Well sport, what if I drop a big gift in her now and then my homies can take a crack at her as well.' 'Gosh, that would be great. Maybe I should call the store and let them know I might be a little while. I am sure it will be ok, Mr. C said whatever I need to do, to make the customer happy.' 'Oh, Mr. C said that did he? Not sure he meant us, but....yeah, hand me your phone. You have way to many clothes on. I will call while you get that boy hole of yours naked for me.' I started to strip and took the phone out of my pocket and handed it to him. I heard him say, 'yeah, your princess is safe with me' It sounded like Jax on the phone and I could hear him starting to get angry and yelling something about don't you dare, there is going to be trouble. I heard Daron say, 'yes of course I showed him the magic bottle, but he already had watched Mr. Big in the other room working over some bitch who had one too.' I could hear Jax yelling more but then went quite. I heard my phone power off and Daron tossed it on the pile of clothing on the floor. 'Is everything ok?' Jax sounded upset. 'Oh yeah, he is cool, we go way back, we got our first ink together when we were up state' 'I heard him yell something about dont you dare' I said 'Oh that, no.... he was talking to someone there at the store they were taking the wrong pizza or something.' 'Gosh, maybe I should call back and see if I can help, they count on me to give ideas'. As he looked at me laying there naked, he started to remove the rest of his clothing and said. 'Hey, I got an idea, get that bottle open and start sucking the magic out of it' My eyes got big and I smiled and opened the bottle and started taking deep hits. 'How many should I do? All three like Uncle Terry said?'. 'Oh? Uncle Terry it is now? Well, no, the house rule here is 5, deep, and each side. Holding as long as you can. Now get sucking on that vapor.' As I laid on my back on the bed practicing my deep breathing exercises, Daron came over and grabbed my legs, with one big pull he pulled me over to the side of the bed. He stood there next to the bed, covered in tats from his neck down. They were so beautiful, my eyes were lost in looking at the whole scene. Fish and flowers in vibrant colors on the top and then leading down his chest and belly to more sinister images of black and red devils and snakes with fangs and scorpions near his pubes. My ass was hanging right at the side of the bed and I could feel his hard cock slowly wetting my ass crack with his precum. His cock was getting harder and harder as it slowly moved from south of my butt hole to up and over my pucker up higher and higher to my nuts. I could feel him slap my asshole with it by the time I was on the third hit into my left nostril. As I exhaled and moved over to the right nostril, he went hands free on his cock and started to use my tits like radio dials. He could tell how my pussy reacted. He looked down at my fuck hole and said, 'fuck, would you look at that, the more I dial your tits, the more she opens... like a beautiful flower. His cock was leaking like crazy and I saw him hock a big spit ball down onto my taint. I could feel the warmth of his spit slowly drip toward my hole. As I started inhale number 4, left side, I could feel the warmth of his spit and the head of his cock at my fuck hole. A twist on my nipples and he got a huge smile. 'Yeah baby, suck that spit into your cunt. Swallow that spit with your cunt lips, oh FUCK yes, make it blossom for sucking in that fluid.' I could feel his cock pressing a little harder and working my nipples with a little more aggression as I exhaled popper hit number four from the right nostril. I was sooooo fucking flying, I wanted to stop. But sensing my slow down, he looked up and said, I heard you aint too bright, but I would think you could count to 5 at least, one more princess..... deep and both sides. Sensing he was about to make penetration, I pulled a condom off the pillow and started to try and open it. But my hands were full with the bottle and the cap and I was trying to bite and tear the condom open. I knew it was a matter of timing because he was pushing in with more pressure. As I exhaled with the fifth left nostril, I finally got the condom open and as I inhaled on the final hit, I put the lid on the poppers and handed him the rubber. 'Oh thanks princess, but you were so slow, I already got one on, I will just lay that on your belly in case this one slips off later or for the next dude.' On my final exhale, I laid my head back and he went in full tilt. I felt him bottom out as the hair on his nuts tickled my baby smooth nut sack. My mind was floating and my eyes were closed. I could feel his withdrawal and then reenter. It was like hard but velvet stretching my hole open. In the darkness in my head, I could see a light appear. It was amazing, like some far away star turning into itself. Inside the light circle it was white and yellow and looked like boiling fluid. It made me think it was the cum churning in his nuts trying to get out. He really started to pick up speed and I opened my eyes and realized he wrapped had his arms around my legs to keep my ass locked onto his cock. He was like an animal swelling up inside his bitch, locking his cock into place inside me for my loading. Sweat was starting to form on his pale white skin and I was in awe of his muscles and the coloring of his tats and how they glistened with the sweat. He took each of his hands and grabbed an ankle and pushed my ankles far apart. He was looking down at my cunt and smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. He was slowly long dicking my hole with his shaft. I realized I hadn't really seen his cock, but I could tell it was quite thick and meaty. He closed my legs again and started to bite and kiss the back of my calves. He was really picking up tempo and starting to make the bed creak. I laid my head back and he told me to take a couple more hits and let my flower bloom as it was about to get fertilized. I was half way through my second and I heard the door bust open. Startled, I looked up and over at the door and it was the two black dudes from the other room. They still had their game consoles in their hands and said, 'what the fuck Daron, where did this come from'. C's Pizza sent her over for the afternoon BOGO special. The longer haired taller one said, BOGO? Daron replied, 'hey, buy one, gift one, and she is about to get her first gift.' With that, he was holding my legs so tight and was power fucking me like he was holding onto the life raft for dear life. His thrusts were pushing me across the bed and his friends each grabbed a leg and forcefully pulled me by the legs, back toward him. They were both holding onto a leg trying to pull me off the bed, but Daron's body and cock were between my legs to prevent me from moving further. 'Hold her right there, bros, hold ...... hold...... her ..... right...... fucking........ oh shit...... there.......' And with that he shook and shuddered and collapsed into a big sweaty mess onto me. He was screaming like he was in pain so I put my hands on his head and pet his hair. I could feel his heart beating onto my belly. His heart was racing and he was gasping for breath. His buddies each took the leg that they were hold onto and put it up on his shoulders. His breathing slowly came back to normal and he started to laugh against my belly. 'What is so funny? I asked, 'Is everything ok?' He looked up and said, 'I thought they were making shit up about your pussy, but holy fucking god, they were right, it was sent here from heaven. You are a lucky princess. Your pussy is going to save this city from the debauchery of those female skanks.' As my eyes moved from him over to his buddies they were shucking their clothes off as fast as they can. I wasnt really paying attention as I was coming down off the poppers, but I did hear Daron say.....'If you guys want a piece of this, you better hurry the fuck up. Once Mr. Big smells her over here, you aint going to be getting a chance....and I think her owner will be coming to collect her and we are going to have hell to pay.' Then Daron looked down at me and said. 'Lukas right?' I nodded yes. 'My friends here are a little more rough than me, that dont really deserve a pussy as fine as yours, but would it be ok if they had a chance to blow a load in the best cunt of their life?' 'Sure, according to my daddy, that is what I am here for' 'Ok guys, I will go see what Mr. Big has done with his twink, but just keep him sniffing the bottle and dont take all fucking day, be careful you dont tear that open until Mr. Big can have the pleasure himself. You know how he gets when he smells red.

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

Thanks everyone... your kind words are helpful and appreciated. They help my juices get flowing. Creative juices those are of course. ;-). ?

Part 2. At 4:29 I was standing outside Mr. C’s House and pushed the door bell. He answered the door in a robe and was toweling off his hair, gesturing for me to enter, as he commented "I'm running a little late 'cause I had to get you set-up for your first day on the job." Entering the house, it occurred to me I had never before actually been in his place. It was beautiful and immaculate, somewhat reminding me of the sort of house that would be featured on HGTV during the final reveal. "Make yourself at home, I've gotta get dressed," Mr C. remarked as he entered the hallway, removing the robe off his shoulders about half way down the hallway. I was stunned by the sight of his back, and remember hoping that, when I reached his age, I would look half as good as did he. "Hey, Pup, come on in here so we can chat." Complying, I entered his bedroom to find him pulling his jeans up over his black jock. "Would you grab me a t-shirt from the closet?" he asked. Entering his walk-in closet, which was, I thought, bigger than my bedroom, I easily found a impeccably folded stack of C’s Pizza t-shirts. Handing it to Mr. C., I stood mesmerized by the sight of him pulling it over his massive frame, in the process slowly covering his furry chest and his acorn-sized nipples. Then Mr. C. dressed in a fresh-from-the-cleaner baby blue button down shirt, wearing it over the t-shirt. "You ready for your big night?" Mr. C. asked as we walked back into the living room. "Gosh, Mr C., this has been the best day ever. I sure am. I'm probably a little nervous and also a little excited. This is gonna be great." He tousled my hair as, with a casual smile he commented "I'll try and make sure it’s a great night too." "Oh, Pup, do me a favor - across from my room is a door to the downstairs rec room. Would you please go down there for me. Ignore the mess, but go the walk-in closet in the back left corner. In the closet you'll find a refrigerator. Open the freezer door to the fridge and there are several rows of little brown glass bottles. Grab two from the top shelf, not one of the lower shelves, but top shelf. The correct bottles will still be sealed. Got it?" "Yes Sir. Two sealed little brown bottles from the top shelf of the freezer. Got it." "Oh wait, Pup. It might be super busy tonight, so bring three. And also in the fridge there are some big blue diamond shaped pills. Grab three, no, wait - grab five of them. Oh, and lastly there are some cylinder shaped spray cans labeled 'Jungle Juice'. Grab five of those." "You got it Mr C." I responded as I opened the door, flicked on the light, and descended the staircase. The room was pretty dark as the curtains were pulled shut. Several cabinets lined the walls and several mirrors and TVs were mounted to the walls, and one mirror was even anchored to the ceiling. The closet Mr. C. had mentioned was in the back of the room, so, heading in that direction, but before my eyes could acclimate to the darkness, I bumped into a large black leather hammock hanging from the ceiling by thick black rubber coated chains. 'Oh, now I get it, he must lay in here and watch tv', I thought. Opening the closet door, I flicked-on the light, which oddly enough was red in color. I made a mental note to mention the bad light bulb to Mr. C. The fridge was just where he had said it would be, and, opening the freezer I was a little confused because the top shelf actually had several plastic containers filled with something frozen but looked like frozen milk or mashed potatoes through the plastic container. Some, a few were labeled ’Grade A’, one labeled 'Very Viral', another, 'Jax Juice', and yet another '55 loads from the G hole'. All manner of strange notations. 'Those aren’t what I need', I whispered to myself. Under that shelf, however, were the rows and rows of little brown bottles Mr. C mentioned. I took three and then opened the refrigerator side and saw the bowl filled with blue diamond shaped pills. I counted out five, or was it six? Man, I wished I were better at remembering math. I took six - just to be sure. The spray cans Mr. C. wanted were also there: Bolt, Max Impact, Amsterdam, Jungle Juice. So I grabbed the five he wanted. In a final glance before extinguishing the light I gave a cursory look about the closet, finding it to be filled with an awesome collection of leather coats and pants, with a dozen pair of black boots, all expertly polished, in all heights and various sizes, standing in a perfect line at the back of the closet. As I turned out the light and closed the door it crossed my mind that it was funny Mr. C. should own so many boots as I didn't remember that I had ever seeing him riding a motorcycle, let alone that there was a motorcycle in the garage. I came back to the kitchen just as I heard Mr. C. Finish up a phone conversation in which he said "Yes, absolutely sure. 100% - no 200%. Pure cherry. Yes, yes, it will be very.... well....delicious and tasty." He quickly hung up and asked if I got the order right. I handed him the three frozen bottles and six pills, commenting I couldn't quite remember if he had asked for five or six. "Good call, Pup. That’s an excellent customer service lesson. If you can’t remember, always give your customer a little more ....rather than short him. Another vitamin or two will never hurt a boy," Mr. C. commented as he packed the frozen bottles and six pills into a small cooler. Then handing him the six spray cans, he gave me a smile and said "Okay, let's go. We don’t want you late on the first day." As we got into his truck and backed out of the garage, I turned to him and asked "Do you have a motorcycle?’" ‘‘No, I used to, but those are too dangerous around here, so I got rid of it. Why do you ask?" "Well, I noticed all your leather outfits and boots and figured you must really like 'cycles, but then I didn’t remember ever seeing you riding one." "Oh those. You saw and wondered about those... huh,.... Well, no, I don’t ride a cycle anymore, but I do really REALLY enjoy riding and working on some some really amazing mares when I have time." "Oh sweet! Do you think I join you sometime?" He got very serious, looked at me, and answered "Pup, I have been waiting for you to be old enough for many years, so yes, you will join me. I have wanted to take you for a ride for a very long time. There are so many things we can do now." Rustling my blond head again and very gently rubbing his hand behind my ear and looking deeply into my eyes he asked "Did you tell your mother about you having a job?" ’No, she didn’t seem to care and had already started her daily visit into the whiskey bottle. Plus you said we were going to your location on Front street? My dad and she always said that is a bad part of town where all the whores and homos play with the devil's hand. I didn’t want her to do anything to try and screw this up for me, Mr C." "That’s totally fine, Pup. You are your own boss and man now." ‘"Well I guess I am my own man I guess, but you are now my boss, huh Mr. C?" "Don’t forget that, Pup. Amazing things are in your future, son." I smiled as he put the truck into park when we pulled in behind the pizza place and looked at him. It was nice to hear someone think of me as his son. "Let’s go get you punched in and ready for work." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Coming soon: trying to get into my uniform and making some deliveries