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Part 3: Homecoming ”David! David! David!” My mom had looked like she aged 20 years since I last saw her. She was noticeably more raspier than she was when I last saw her and the distinct smell of cigarette smoke wafted in the air around her. When she finally saw me she hugged me so hard I thought she was trying to break me in two. “David you look well and I can’t believe that my baby boy is finally home,” she said hugging me. “Hi mom it’s good to see you too.” I couldn’t help but notice the tears rolling down my cheeks. It had been little over 10 years since I had seen her in person. We had only been speaking to each other again for the last three years. For the both of us it was a bittersweet moment. For all the fighting and hatred that we both inflicted on one another it felt like those times would become a distant memory. As I grabbed my things my mom insisted on her putting my things in the trunk of the car, but I told her, “mom I’m pretty sure I’m old enough to load my own luggage.” As we pulled out of the station onto highway 320 she leaned over and said to me, “I’m so happy that you are finally home again, and I can speak for both me and your father we are both happy to have you home.” I was kinda taken aback that my father was looking forward to me coming home, because we had essentially only communicated through head nods. So I had to ask the question on why she was so insistent on me coming home, but her reply really caught me off guard. “Well I suppose I can tell you. Baby boy the doctor’s found a lump in my right breast. The lump was cancerous, and it has spread to other parts of my body. I didn’t want to go another few months without seeing you and I needed to make peace with you. I needed to bury the past so I could spend my remaining days and weeks with you.” The news that the woman who raised me was in the winter of her life really took me back. “Have you gotten a second opinion on this? Have you visited the cancer center at UT? How long have you known?” I said this with tears pouring out of my eyes. She sighed and said, “I’ve only know for about two months now. My doctor her sent me to ETSU and then down to UTK to see their doctors on how to go after this. Everything they looked at was either going to prolong the inevitable and would rapidly deteriorate my quality of life. So I choose to make myself as comfortable as possible. Your father has been taking care of me as much as he can, but he’s been battling his own issues. So we’ve taken on a hospice nurse to help him with my care. I’m not entirely gone yet, but things have gotten a lot harder for me to deal with. It’s only a matter of time.” For the remainder of the car ride to my parent’s house, I just sat there in stunned silence. My mom knew that the news was a lot, and she was kind enough to let me have some space to think. That car ride was the longest ride of my life, however the entire journey from the station to my parent’s home was only a 30 min drive. We finally pull in and the house that I had grew up in looked the same as it was when I last seen it. I had so many good memories there. Ranging from the first time I learned how to ride my bike to me figuring out that I was a gay ole country boy. I found that out thanks to a neighbor kid named Corey who would come over from time to time to “sword fight” and to make out with one another. Eventually he would be my first lover and the person who would take my virginity. Of course that happened at his house as his parents were mostly not home after school. So we had ample opportunity to explore. I walked into the house for the very first time since 2009 and I immediately noticed all of the family portraits on the wall. I also noticed that my mom had framed several of my newspaper stories. This ranged from my first story with my high school newspaper to my first story with the Capitol Journal. For me seeing that part of the wall gave me pause, and maybe rethink how my parents felt about me. Did they actually feel proud of me or were these put up prior to my visit, but I’m more inclined to believe that they were actually proud of me. As I was looking at these framed items on the wall, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was text from JD saying he made it to the resort. I texted him back saying I had made it safely to my parents house. He then sent me a picture from his room with a breath taking view of the mighty Great Smoky Mountains. He captioned the photo with, “what a great view. I hope to share it with you sometime this week.” I smiled and replied back with, “It could happen sooner rather than later.” Just as I was hitting send, my father walked into the living room. He had gotten more heavier set than he was when I last saw him. He was definitely showing his age, but what I didn’t expect was for him to grab me and give me the biggest hug of my life. It was at that moment I broke down in tears again, with him crying into my shoulder. All he kept saying was, “I’m sorry son,” over and over again. I kept telling him it was okay, but I believe the last decade of guilt had finally made him crack. After our tearful reunion, he motioned me over to the couch. The couch was the same one that he used to read me stories about Robin Hood and King Arthur. He pulled this old looking photo album, and he handed it to me. “Every since you left, I wanted to keep a memento of the work you did from your college paper to your current work with the Capitol Gazette. So I saved every article here in this photo album. I wanted to have this so I can look at all the amazing things that you have done, because you have made me proud. I know we didn’t speak for a long time, but I wanted to let you know is that I’m sorry son. I should have accepted you sooner than I did, but sometimes it takes me an old fool like me to loose something to realize just how important you were to me.” I stared in amazement that after all these years my own father has finally accepted me for well being me. I looked at him and I said, “Thanks dad. I missed you too.” Right when I said that a man walked out of the kitchen. It was to my surprise that it was my childhood friend Corey. When he saw me he was like, “well look who the cat drugged by.” I laughed and said, “well you haven’t changed a bit.” I got up and hugged him. My mom tapped me on the shoulder and said, “David let’s go put your things up. We can catch up some more after you have settled.” As I went to grab my things Corey offered to help me with them. So he followed me down to my old childhood bedroom and as soon as the door closed I was immediately fixed on him. He literally hadn’t aged a day, and he was just as beautiful from the last time I saw him. I could see his semi growing in his scrubs, but I had to resist the urge to pounce on him. As we were unpacking my things he quipped, “Man I have so many memories in this room. Especially all those times we used our dicks to pretend we were sword fighting.” I laughed and said, “yea I do remember that very fondly. So just out of curiosity, how did you get to become my parents hospice nurse?” He replied, “Well I had been working as a traveling nurse for a while, and when my mom got sick I came back and took care of her. After she passed, I decided to go into hospice care. I got assigned here because it’s obviously close to where I live, but your mom and dad were there for me when mom died. So naturally it was a good fit.” I missed a lot over the years and I knew I wanted to get looped in. So I asked him if he wanted to hangout the next day just to catch up, and he said yes enthusiastically. In fact I’m pretty sure he was wanting to catch up both literally and physically. I however wasn’t opposed to him catching up with me physically. If memory serves me correctly, his dick was uncut and thick. Not to mention he was definitely a shooter so I’m pretty my ass was going to get coated with cum, if we got that far. So I had that to look forward to the next day, and thank god I brought my supplies to prepare. First off I want to thank everyone for your kind words and support for this story. It’s definitely my first time writing something like this. I’ll definitely improve over time, but I wanted to tell a well rounded story. Things will get to become more interesting starting in the next part especially for David. Who doesn’t know he’s on the journey to joining the brotherhood.

Part 2: There’s something about JD…. As the train began to roll down the tracks, I started to get really comfortable. Train rides, well for me at least, are extremely relaxing and very scenic. However there was nothing scenic about this train ride as it was cold and dreary out. The weather seemed to be in sync with how I was feeling. I try to focus on my work which the train ride luckily affords me the chance to catch up on. The world of a beat reporter doesn’t stop, especially when you are dealing with a corrupt mayor who’s taking bribes and has been known to frequent the cities bathhouses. He’s known as Aunt Fancy as he is extremely prim and proper but a total cum dump. His wife knows about his nighttime routine. In fact they’re well known in the swinging community. The reason nobody has blabbered about his nighttime exploits is that in a very sex positive city, sex scandals just aren’t popular. Now if the mayor of my hometown had been accused of that, then it would be the story of the year, no the circumstances. I mean I see why he gets his reputation, he’s charming, extremely good looking, and he has this Cary Grant way of speaking. In one swath he could be putting you down but by the end you want to rollover and take your closes off for him. As I’m working on this, I glanced over to JD. By this point in our journey he was already passed out. I happen to notice that his phone had fell out of his hand and onto the floor. For a moment the lockscreen flashed and it was a photo of him in a jockstrap with a leather harness. I looked at the phone and back at him and it peaked my curiosity. However I didn’t want to wake him up from his nap. So I placed the phone back into his lap and he just kept on sleeping. About an hour or so later we reached our first stop at Cold Harbor, and the wind and rain was still blowing at a steady pace. The screeching of the trains breaks woke up my napping train companion. He stirred asking me if we in Bristol yet, and I said no not yet. He then noticed his phone was not in the same place it was when he dozed off. He asked, “what happened to my phone?” ”It fell out of your hand and I picked up before anyone could step on it,” I said pointing to the spot near where I picked it up. “That’s very kind of you,” he said with a slight laugh and a grin. I leaned over towards him and said, “I couldn’t help but notice that your lockscreen picture is very revealing.” He quipped, “Is that a bad thing?” “No it’s not,” I said with a grin. He definitely picked up on that. The train finally began to roll again, and JD was by then wide awake. So I felt it would be a good opportunity for us to kinda get to know one another a bit more. “So JD tell me a bit about yourself?” “Well obviously my name is Jesse but everyone calls me JD. I’m 28 from Pall Mall, Kentucky. It’s a small town just on the Kentucky side of Kentucky lake. I have two sisters who are much older than me. I’m the first in my family to ever graduate from college and after college I moved to D.C. to try to make a fresh start.” “What do you do for a living?” I asked him, “Well I’m a structural engineer with the Army Corps of Engineers. I’ve been doing that job ever since I moved to town. I also do some side work on the weekends at a bar to make some extra cash. You would think that me being an engineer would be a fruitful endeavor, but again I am working for the government. So on the weekends I work at Marvin’s which is this nice little bar over in Annacosta.” “I’ve heard of Marvin’s and it’s a really fun bar, and the men that frequent it are really really good looking,” I said with a wink and smile. “Oh it is a very nice place and I have made many many friends there,” he said laughing. “So what is it you do there?” I said curiously. “Oh I’m a go go dancer. I get tipped really well and it’s enough money for me to help save and put back. Especially with all the student debt I have and what not,” he said laughing. “So you’re an engineer by day and a go go dancer by night. That’s an interesting combination, and maybe someday I might have to mosey over there to see you dance,” I said with a playful smile. He was certainly blushing when I said that and it was that moment I noticed he had to adjust himself. He then put his hand on my thigh and asked me, “Now that you know some things about me, how about yourself. Tell me about you?” ”Well my name is David. I’m 32 from Tupelo, Tennessee. I moved away from home at 18, and I work for the Capitol Journal as a reporter on their local news division and occasionally helping out on the Congressional side too.” “I have read your work and it’s really really good! Your story on Councilmen Lawrence’s bribery scandal was a masterclass,” he said enthusiastically. ”Well I’ve had many years to hone in my craft and the only way to hold your leaders to account is to expose their skeletons,” I said laughing. ”I have to ask, are you named after David from the Bible?” I wasn’t surprised he asked me this, because this is actually the most frequently asked question about myself. So I chuckled and said, “Oh I wished I was named after him, but no I’m not named after him. I’m actually named after former teen idol David Cassidy. Why, I was named after him remains a mystery to me,” I said with a smile and a laugh. ”Well at least you were named after a celebrity of sorts. I wasn’t as lucky. I was named after my father’s cousin whom my parents just liked the name. However I never really went by that, my parents always called me JD which is the abbreviation for my first and middle initials.” So I had to asked, “So what’s your middle name?” He replied, “Dickinson, my full name is Jerry Dickinson Patton, however JD Patton is much easier on the ears.” I smiled and put my hand on his thigh and said, “I agree it’s much easier on the ears.” We continued to tell stories and laugh for the remainder of the train ride to Bristol. He struck me as charming and it didn’t hurt he was good looking. I couldn’t help but every once in a while notice the bulge in his pants. I really wanted to see what that was all about, but hooking up on a train can be hot. However I was spent. Yet there was something about him that just screamed raw sex appeal. As the train pulled into the station I looked at JD and asked, “Since we’re going to be in the same town for the next few days, would you like to hangout more?” He immediately and enthusiastically said, “Yes I would love that!” He took my phone and said, “Here’s my number, and the cabin resort we’re staying at is a place called Tupelo Falls.” I thanked him and as he departed I could see his silhouette growing further a part. I then heard my phone go off. It was a text from JD saying, “I can’t wait to get to know you more, and who knows you might get to have your own private dance ;).” I started to blush right then and there, but before I could reply I heard my mom’s voice calling out for me.

It’s mostly a natural response and I’ve done it plenty of times. Yes I love it when a guys load is in me, but when you gotta go you gotta go and it’s coming out sadly.

Part 1: Boarding the train to Tupelo. “Do you have the time?” Asked a young woman no older than 20, “5:20,” I said. She thanked me and went back to her book. It’s not uncommon for someone to ask for the time here on the metro. It’s almost a daily occurrence. For me I was keenly keeping track of the time, and I have to make it to Union Station by 6:30 in order to board my train that leaves for Roanoke. You see while most people are heading home from their workdays, for me I’m dreading the train ride. You see I’m planning on spending time with family for the holidays. For me going back home is not fun, and I try my damnest to not go home. However this time it was different. Something was calling me to come back home, but I didn’t know what it was. You see I grew up in the small mountain town of Tupelo, Tennessee. It’s a small town that has a few stores and a couple of fast food restaurants. It serves as a small little suburb of Bristol. Really it’s more of a pass through town for those heading up to the smokies. My hometown didn’t have a school and so I had to attend high school in nearby Bristol. I remember being a kid that was fascinated by getting away from my parents and this town. Was I a happy kid, for the most part yea. However I was never truly happy because I had to hide my sexuality from my parents and from a lot of people that I knew. Not only am I gay, but I knew from about age 12 that I wanted nothing more than cock. By the time I turned 16 I had lost my virginity and I was known as the communal hole in some circles. At 18 after my parents found out, they arranged to have me go to Georgetown University. For me it was a chance to be myself in a large city, but it was also a chance for my parents to send me as far away as possible. My mom, Peggy, was a clerk at the post office. My dad, Richard, was the town constable. There were rumors that I was getting around, and on the eve of my 18th birthday my parents confronted me. My mom was crying and in a pleading way, “David just tell me are you gay?” After that night I swore that I would only live with them until I graduated and then I could move as far away from them. They kept telling me that my lifestyle was going to cause me to get AIDS and what not. However I was so confident in myself, I knew I just needed to get out of there. So since August 12, 2009, the day I moved up to Georgetown, I hadn’t stepped foot in Tupelo. From the moment I got to Georgetown, I was practically horny all the damn time. I knew I want to get dick down every chance I could. I went to some bathhouse in the city and that place was my sex education. I knew HIV/AIDS was something that I could get but it really didn’t cross my mind as I was in probably one of the best cities in the world to monitor my sexual health. Besides I wasn’t willy nilly sleeping with every Tom and Dick out there. For several years I was in a very romantic relationship with a man 10 years older than me. He was from London, and he was gorgeous. He was 6’3, blonde hair, blue eyes, a very hairy sculptured chest, and the thickest uncut cock I’ve ever seen. Literally every time I would go down on him his precum would mix in with his pubes to give off the most intoxicating aroma. He would fuck the day lights out of me every morning and every night. I was his personal cumdump and he was the first person to teach me about using a plug to plug my hole to keep all the cum in. We were together for about 6-7 years before he finally had to return to England. You see he was a worker at the British embassy and the foreign office promoted him and he went back home. So this was not only my first holiday with out him, but it was the first holiday that I was returning home. I finally get to the train station and when I arrive my train was shown as being delayed. I looked at the train companies website and sure enough it was delayed due to a faulty road crossing. Luckily the delay was only a 45 min delay. Which was another 45 mins that postponed the enviable. Meanwhile I decided to get on Grindr to see if there was anyone attractive nearby, but then I decided to get to a piss. Now the bathrooms are prime cruising grounds. I went into one stall and load and behold I get lucky. This 7 inch cut beer can comes under the stall divider and I just went to town. I was also admiring the mixture of piss, musk, and pre on his bush. I also licked his taint and played with his balls. I obviously enjoyed sucking his magnificent dick. Finally after about 5-10 mins he shot his nice warm load down my throat. It tasted amazing and I licked every precious drop of his man batter that I could. He got up and left and I was still entranced with it. I got back up onto the toilet, and began jerking my cock off. Now I have a 6 inch thick cut cock, and I love to jerk it dry. It’s just a preference I developed over the years. I also like to finger my hole while I jerk off as well. I use some of my precum and spit to insert a couple of fingers into my hole. Once it was in there my ass juices did the rest of the work. As I jerked and fingered myself I couldn’t help but notice that I’m not the only person in the bathroom. I knew I was being watched but I didn’t let that stop me. When I cummed I took some of my load and ate it and took the rest and put it in my ass. I liked doing that so that way if I was to get fucked there would be some sort of lubricant in there. You know the natural kind. I check the time and by the time I got out of the bathroom my train had started to pull up. I boarded the train and of course I get a window seat because I like to look out. I get my laptop out and do some work and I didn’t even notice the gorgeous man sitting next to me. He was about 5’9, he had short brown hair, tanned skin, and a very nice ass. He was wearing a hoodie with some jogging pants. Let me just say he wasn’t hiding anything. He tapped me on my shoulder and asked me, “Do you happen to have an extra charging cable, I can’t seem to find mine?” “I believe I have an extra one.” I start rummaging through my things, and I finally found one. “Thanks, I owe you. If you didn’t have one I didn’t know how I would get through this trip.” So I decided to ask him, “so where are you heading?” “Tupelo, Tennessee I meeting up with some old buddies of mine from my days in Knoxville.” ”Why on earth are you going there?” ”Well my buddy Blake found this resort up in the mountains and we figured this would be a great way for our group to reunite and have some fun up in the mountains.” I was almost tempted to ask him what kind of fun he was going to be engaging in, but I chickened out. So I instead said, “It’s beautiful up there, especially this time of the year with the snow covered mountains.” ”Yea I know, and it will be great just to get away from all of this. Especially for a whole week. Where are you heading?” ”I’m heading to the same place you’re heading but unfortunately it’s to visit family. Now a mountain getaway would be better.” ”Well if you want to I can see if the guys wouldn’t mind if you came up to hang with us. Here is my number and also the place we’re staying at. But for now I’m going to listen to this podcast and take a nice nap. I want to feel energized when I get there.” “That’s very kind of you Jesse..” ”My nickname is JD. So call me that.” ”Well it’s nice to meet you. I’m David.” What I didn’t know was that interaction would change the course of my life forever.

I’ve been barebacking ever since I lost my virginity back when I was in high school. I only learned how good bareback sex was from a 29 year old that I hooked up with on the regular. After that I pretty much fucked only raw with a few exceptions. I honestly got hooked to it pretty early on, and I don’t think I could use condoms on the regular.

Hello everyone, I’m 32 openly gay man from the south. I have a very thick southern accent and a thick cock to boot. I’m wanting to explore my sexuality more and try new things. Plus this site has already peaked my interest into different things. So I’m looking forward to talking and exploring.

It’s tight, but it loves taking raw cocks and loads.

I may not be hung but I certainly make up for up in thickness.

So last night this dude messaged me on Grindr, and asked if I wanted some head. I said sure, because it had been a while. So I went over to his motel room, and he wasn’t physically attractive but holy fuck was he a good cocksucker. He sucked me off and on for over three hours, before I gave him a huge load right in his mouth. Which he gladly swallowed whole. I dry humped him and he ate me out, but I really wanted to deposit my load in his raw hole. He kept talking about it all night, but it would definitely happen the next time. Needless to say I will be depositing my load into him next time, and just thinking about last night is already making me hard again.

This is hot as fuck.

This whole story was hot as fuck. I would love to have been in Marc’s shoes.