Grunt

Something only a woman could dream up.

Bear power! He does have balls.

Gruntaq, Boy do i envy You and Your relationship with Your brother.

Not if I burn in hell for it. LOL

And honestly, I don't see it lasting forever. He wants more out of his life than hanging out here with me.

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I've blogged a little bit here and there about my Young Fuck Buddy, who has become a close friend in the past couple of months. I call him young because he is almost half my age, making me feel either old or young again depending on the day. We met through a mutual friend at work who introduced us to each other, though I had seen him before at my job-site working for one of my sub-contractors.

He is a handsome 24-year, er well this week will be a handsome 25-year old pup who has such a blossoming freshness and outlook into the learning and cultivating his sex life. We have played a lot in the past month having brought him into my home and shared him with my friends and family here.

In just the short time I have known him he has learned some new tricks and gotten the stand up guts to come out to his parents, one of which he lives with right now. As I blogged before, mom didn't do so well, dad did great. And that is where we come to the sad news. He has chosen to move back to New Jersey to live with his father. When he was back there last week to tell his dad he was gay he told him how his mother has been about it. His dad then invited him to come back there and live with he and his wife. It seems the two have reconnected and his dad seems to be very supportive of him. That is SO COOL for him. And while I'm gonna miss his youthful spirit in my days, and his sweet servitude it is a great opportunity for him to be around important people that love and support him. I wish I had that when I was his age.

His birthday is Thursday and I got him a new pair of Caterpillar boots. They came yesterday so I invited him over and gave them early. I do that with gifts, can never wait. We went to my room and he cleaned himself out in my shower so I could fuck him good and pig down on his hole. He knows I love that. He really liked the boots and after he got naked he put them on for me. After getting my load in his cunt and back out again I gave him a good long blow job until he blasted good.

He will be here in town until this weekend so I hope to have him over a couple more times and hope to have a going away party one night this week.

After I walked him out my brother was sitting on the couch in front of the TV squeezing his cock through his sweats with that look on his face that said, "My turn". At least I got that going on. WOOF!

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Last night I pumped one into my young FB's hole and ate his nest afterward. WOOOOOOOF

Planted mine in my young FB's sweet velvety hole today at lunch.

TOok one in the gut this AM.

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An erotic tale of fiction continued from Sailor And The Sergeant 15

After being gang fucked, pissed on and slurping down the multiple loads of 22 drunk dirty men the Sailor slept like a baby. After his man cult initiation on the Altar Of Fuck last night Master Sergeant’s boys locked him up in one of the barn’s horse stalls. The dirt floored cell had a steel bar gate much like a jail cell with only a canvas cot and a stiff scratchy blanket in which to sleep on alone. He was used to sleeping on a rack in a dark cold hole having spent years in the holds of a Navy ship so he had no problem bedding in.

His new love Ritchie had spent the night in the barrack cabin with the other twenty or so men, satisfying their every twisted desire. He was their kept boy this weekend and he spent little time asleep and little time without a drunk rough cock in him, jumping from bunk to bunk . When day break came the hung-over and well sexed men in the barrack got up and left for breakfast. Ritchie, naked and used rolled over and tried to get some sleep. He knew his Sailor would be the main attraction today and he would be able to get some rest.

Chad awoke the sound of the large wooden barn doors sliding open and the boisterous voices of the men entering through the dusty beams of light. “Time to wake up Sunshine”, he heard Sgt Ramos taunt. The Sailor still dressed only in his socks and black Doc Martens crawled off his cot and walked over to the steel bar gate of his stall to see what was happening. His fuck hole felt raw like sandpaper and ached with a scratchy dullness. It felt swollen and inflated as he clenched his ass muscles tightly.

It was early and he was having a hard time focusing at first as he saw Sgt. Ramos unlocking the gate and swinging it open. He then begun unbuttoning his Levis, a few other men milling up behind him. “Are you hungry for breakfast son?” Sgt Ramos asked him tauntingly as he pulled his fat uncut dick from his pants. “Yes Sir. I’m very hungry and thirsty too,” Sailor said. “Don’t worry son, you’ll get fed well today”. His stomach was indeed sore and growling with emptiness as he had not had not eaten since the fruit smoothie Surfer had made him for lunch yesterday. And then there was the multiple loads of man seed he swallowed last night, but it was hardly a meal.

Sgt Ramos stepped up and stuck his semi erect meat out and said, “Get over here and have some breakfast then”. The Sailor dropped to his knees as ordered and began taking Ramos in his mouth. His cock tasted raunchy with sweat, piss and sex. The tall muscular Latin cop had not showered since last night’s fuck fest and probably fucked more ass since then. Chad worked him hard to get his load and satisfy his new boss. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw more men entering the barn and some had begun jacking off as they watched the action. “Come on, suck that cock!”, Ramos encouraged as he began bucking back and forth. Finally his ripe raunchy cock delivered it‘s prize into the back of Sailor‘s throat. “Uuhhh Yeah! Fuck!“ Ramos grunted. A few of the guys in the background hooted and cheered. Swallowing his warm salty seed as fast has he could, Chad continued licking and slurping each remaining dribble as Ramos squeezed and wrung his cock out.

“Cum and piss is all you get to eat today boy.” Ramos said to the Sailor. “You want that hungry feeling in your stomach to go away, you have to work for it. You make it to the evening without passing out or giving up you get the prize.” With that he walked away and the other men began advancing toward the stall with their dicks in hand and forming a line. One by one Chad sucked the men’s dirty fuck tools to completion until all of them had given them their morning load of cum. Some of them had small loads while others over-filled his sore mouth. When each of them finished they headed off to the farm house for a full sit-down breakfast of bacon and eggs. The Sailor could smell the fresh home cooking in the barn from across the courtyard as he cleaned each on of the 22 men’s dirty dicks.

When the last one of them buttoned up their pants he patted the Sailor’s buzz cut skull locked the gate behind him when he left. The Sailor was once again left alone in the stall. Having to piss himself, he stood in the back corner of the stall and let the warm stream of dark yellow urine flow on the dirt floor from his pierced cock. He laid back down on the cot and began stoking his thick cock. Shutting his eyes and rolling his tongue around in his cum soaked mouth he flashed the images and feelings of the last night through his head. Squeezing and pulling on his cock violently, tabbing the sensitive piercing, and dousing his nose into the thick bushy black hair of his ripe armpit he didn’t take long to explode all over his stomach in a short lived orgasmic high. He culled his fresh warm cum up with his fingers and fed it to himself, licking them clean. He laid back and relaxed for a moment and realized his stomach was no longer begging for attention.

His mind wandered as he laid in silence for the next half and hour until he began hearing voices and feet once again. He sat up and then stood to attention when the two of the men came up to his stall gate and whipped out their dicks. Thinking they wanted him to suck them off again, he got on his knees again before them. It shocked him for a brief second when the warm sour wetness of their piss began streaming onto his face. The two men laughed and joked at him as they drained their bladders.. “Open your mouth fag! Open your mouth and drink it like a man you fuck!”, one of the men hazed. Chad reached inside himself and mustered up the guts to open his mouth and give himself to it as they showering his face with their hard yellow streams of man piss. As they were finishing up more men were making their way up to relieve themselves. Having finished a hearty breakfast with lots of coffee the men arrived one by one over the next 10-15 minutes to take a warm piss on their boy. The Sailor still struggled mentally to swallow the ripe salty urine, but did his best to gratefully accept their pungent warm offering. He manned up, shut his eyes and allowed himself to be owned.

As they filtered out the two bounding muscle studs who had escorted him in yesterday came to get him. Smelling raunchy of urine, sweat and man sex the Sailor was led back to the cleaning stall where he was instructed to remove his boots and socks for a hose down. The men sprayed him down like livestock with a cold garden hose sprayer and handed him a bottle of liquid soap. “Go ahead and lather yourself up”, one of them said. “Thank You Sir”, Chad said dutifully, took the soap and rubbed his sore body down top to bottom. When finished the men sprayed him down again with the cold water until he was fully rinsed. He was then asked to bend over and grab the steel bar on the side of the stall again to receive another thorough wash out of his hole with the cold water. The cold steel enema wand was inserted in his swollen chute and the process of cleaning him out for business began again.

When they were done flushing out his cunt one of the men handed the muscular recruit a towel and allowed him to dry off. Once finished the other man handed him a dry pair of socks. “Here put these on. You need clean socks.” Chad was grateful having had his feet soaked in piss. “Thank you so much Sir”, he said as the sailor sat on the wooden bench with his bare ass once again his sore hole reminded him again how much he had been used last night. Taking on a more casual demeanor one of the man said, “We do care about you. This is just initiation”. Chad nodded knowing that nobody meant him to suffer. In fact while it was torturous and tiring, even mentally challenging he was feeling emotions inside him that had him on a major high.

“So what happens today?”, the Sailor asked the men. They both smirked and one of them simply said, “More”.

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For me it depends on who it is and what the situation is. If it is someone I know and have a relationship with, I could spend all day with them. If it is meant to be a get your rocks off moment, then 2-4 minutes is just fine with me.

Gave one in his hole this AM

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An erotic work of fiction continued from Sailor And The Sergeant 14

“Brother Rodriguez, you are up first”, Sgt Ramos announced.

A dark skinned and well built Latin stepped as the crowd of men cheered. “Get’em good Roddy!”, one yelled. Chad’s chest tightened as the cheers and hooting commenced. Roddy stepped up and pranced a circle around the Altar of Fuck, jacking his 9” dark-meat uncut tool, flexing his muscular arm at the crowd and egging them on. Roddy stopped by Chad’s face and smiled down at him, slapping his chin with his heavy cock. “Taste it first!” he ordered. The Sailor stretched out his tongue and tapped the end of the uncut rig, slithering around in the foreskin.

“That’s it boy”, Roddy chided. He then stepped around and saddled up to Chad’s waiting hole. Grabbing the hanging hose above, Roddy squeezed the handle valve and a warm flow of lube came out in his hands. He applied it liberally to his cock and fingered the Sailor’s stretched rosebud with it well. Chad tried to arch his back in reaction, but was held tight to the Altar of Fuck by the leather straps.

“Brothers Smithson and Patrick, you can get in cue”, Sgt Ramos announced.

To other burly built men stepped up to the Altar of Fuck with their hard meat pumping in their hands and made station on either side of Chad’s head. Swinging their cocks and rubbing them in the Sailor’s face, they smiled and giggled. As Chad began to mouth the two sweaty cocks being laid in his face he felt the fat 9” Latin tool of Roddy plunging into him. His body shuddered from the shock, his asshole clenching tight around the thick brown meat. Before he could let out a noise his mouth was plugged with Smithson’s wet prick.

Roddy let loose on Chad’s nest, bullfucking his hole with deliberate power as the men cheered him on. “Come on Roddy, fuck him harder! Fuck him good!”, men yelled. Roddy grabbed the stirrups tightly and body fucked the Sailor harder as he worked hard to service Brothers Smithson and Patrick's cocks. Chad’s heart was racing already, concentrating on sucking cock to offset the rough Latin pounding at his back door. It seemed only a minute went by when Roddy grunted a couple of times and flooded his chute with warm sticky seed.

It was then that Chad noticed another one of the men standing over him taping the event with a video camera, the light shining brightly in his face. The Sailor looked away at first, but the camera man moved over to Roddy who was pulling his cum covered cock from his ass and pumping the last of his juice out onto the Sailor’s pucker.

Roddy stepped over to Chad’s face and ordered him to clean his cummy meat stick. As Smithson and Patrick stepped aside, the Sailor took the cholo cop’s dirty cock in his mouth and began cleaning him up like a good boy. Ritchie then stepped out of the shadows and knelt before Chad’s drippy hole and begun licking and sucking his sloppy nest, eating up the Latin’s ounces of man load.

As he began to stand up and step away, Sgt. Ramos slapped him on his bare ass with a crack that echoed in the room. “You missed some on the floor”. Ritchie nodded and crawled back down and licked up the small drips of Roddy’s cum that had hit the floor below Chad’s love hole. “Sorry sir”, Ritchie apologized and stepped back away. Smithson and Patrick their turn next at Chad’s sloppy hole, fucking him silly until they dumped their payload into his gut. Ritchie followed up each time slurping and licking up their loads and swallowing it with purpose.

In the next hour, a dozen and a half men had made their mark on Chad, seeding him in the ass and then getting their stink sticks cleaned up on his other end. Ritchie had dutifully massaged the Sailor's blood red rosebud and sucked out what seemed like a gallon of cum by now. It was a nice breather in-between the assaults. The sailor’s cock had been hard, then soft, then hard again several times during the last hour. A couple of the cops that fucked him made a point to hit him the right way and almost got him off. But not yet. He was sweating and reeling with the energy, the adrenaline keeping him up.

Luckily most of them only took a two to three minutes to get off and seed him. But under the facade Chad was getting worn down, his ass sore and burning from the drunk rough men having his bitch hole raw. His jaw muscles and lips were getting sore from sucking them all off. His mouth was now tasting like ass juice and cock. Knowing he only had another 2-3 men to go was keeping his mind on the game. He thought about giving up, but he wanted in the club. He wanted to please the other police brothers. He wanted to become one of them. No matter how much he hurt, we would not give up.

“Brother McMannus, your up. Brother Jacks you are in cue”, Sgt Ramos announced.

The sailor had been with Jacks before, so that familiarity made him feel at ease. McMannus was another story. The big bear of a man must have had a massive cock because as he was announced the bullring erupted in cat calls. “Woooooo, the McMan is gonna tear you up boy!” one of the men jeered. The crowd cheered and hollered, “Get em, Get ‘em, Get ‘em”. As the 6’-4” tall McMannus stepped up to the Sailor he had his cock cradled in both hands, one below the other.

He pushed up to Chad’s face and let his 11” member drop flat onto his cheek. Letting out a laugh, McMannus smeared some of his pre-cum juice on Chad’s face and pumped his baseball bat thick shaft a couple of times to squeeze out a little more for theatrics. “Taste it boy”, McMannus ordered. The big hairy bear must have weighed in at close to 300lbs, all muscle and meat. Chad nervously reached his tongue out and lapped the drop of pre-cum from the mushroom head of his tool. The head was almost the size of a tennis ball Chad thought.

His heart was racing away from him again as a renewed efflorescence of sweat emerged from his body. But as McMannus took position to start saddling up to Chad’s punished hole a diversion came. Sgt. Jacks standing in cue turned toward McMannus and straddled Chad’s head. Hanging from hand holds above Jacks lowered his stinky sticky asshole right down in the Sailor’s face. Jacks musky pasty shitter rested squarely on Chad’s mouth as he ordered, “Eat my cunt boy”. Chad followed orders and burried his tongue up into Jacks hairy dirty hole. “Suck it boy! Eat it out good!” Jacks ordered as he smiled at McMannus. “You’re gonna suck my hole until you make me cum and not a moment sooner boy. Better burry that tongue deep!”.

The sailor commenced licking and sucking the sweaty musky ass grime out of Jacks chute while McMannus got ready for the kill. He heard the big bear yanking on the lube hose above and lubing up his baseball bat. His body ached with fear, his mind raced with apprehension as Jacks let the weight of his ass down fully on the Sailor’s mouth.

He felt a dull ache at his bottom end as McMannus pushed his bat into Chad’s gate. The feeling was slow and sharp, but not unlike his training sessions in the last day or two. Luckily he had been prepared for this. He now knew why. As the big bear slid his meat deeper, Chad felt more full and stretched inside, a tightness that was fighting the man’s advance.

As Chad slithered his tongue deeper and deeper into Jack’s chute. “Come on keep working my hole boy. You aint done till you make me cum!”, Jacks yelled as the crowd of drunk men jeered loudly. About that time he realized that McMannus has bottomed out in his gut, painfully pushing on his inner bowel sphincter. It made his body jolt and shudder against the leather straps. “Found it!”, McMannus chided. “You gonna get it now boy!” Then the baseball bat sized cock began violently jack hammering him. The man held tight to the stirrups and body slammed the Sailor so hard it made the heavy leather and timber table jump on the plank stage floor.

His asshole tore open with pain as the man bitch holed him without honor, without love, and without compassion. It was punishment for something, way back when.

“Keep eating that hole you fucking bitch!” yelled Jacks. “Don’t stop you fucker!” He let his full body weight down on the Sailor's face, smothering him in hairy asshole Chad had gasped for air and resumed licking, sucking and eating Jacks juicy chute with as much energy as he could.

Chad’s ass was on fire, his inner tubes were getting stretched and bruised. It hurt like a mother fucker. The 300 lb ape was fast fucking him raw and making him buck against the tight straps. The Sailor’s cock suddenly exploded in a flash of white, blowing ropes of his see into the air like a fountain. The crowd cheered and yelled “Yeah!, Whoooooo!” when they saw him blow his load.

Like a wave of water flowing over him, Chad’s body flashed with another gleaming flow of sweat. The pain in his ass seemed to subside and the burning violence down there got warm and juicy as McMannus moaned out, “Yeah, take it boy. Take my dirty seed in you Brother. Take my seed Brother!”

The pressure and mess in his mouth seemed not so bad as his tongue continued to reach deep into Jack’s love hole and tap at his inner gut. Suddenly Jacks shitter squeezed around Chad’s tongue and he felt the balls laying on his chin pull. “Oh fuck yeah Brother!” Jacks yelled out. “You got it Brother, you got it”. Chad soon felt a warm shower of seed land on his chest as Jacks squirted his load all over the place.

Jacks lifted himself off the Sailor’s face and moved around to his side as McMannus pumped the last of his bear load into his nest and pulled out. The monster bear stood and slowly jacked his sloppy meat while Jacks bent down and licked up all their cum off Chad’s chest, collecting it all in his mouth. He then bent down and planted his tongue into the Sailor’s mouth and they shared the bounty passionately. While it was raunchy, Chad was kind of getting off on the kinkiness of it.

Ritchie had taken up camp between the Sailor's legs sliding his tongue into Chad’s gaping dripping chute. The crowd of men cheered and got crazy again as Ritchie rimmed the open hole and tongue fucked the Sailors blood red ring playfully. He licked his nest clean and sucked out every last bit of juicy ass cum and swallowed it down. By now Chad and Jacks were finishing up with their little dirty ritual, but one more job awaited.

McMannus had been patiently waiting with his drippy baseball bat for his cleaning. When he stepped up to Chad, the big bear grinned from ear to ear and smeared up the Sailor’s face with it. Chad rolled his head over and did his best to lick the big man’s assault weapon clean, getting every last drop of cum and filth from his tool.

Sgt Ramos stepped up to the center of the stage and announced, “Everyone satisfied?” The crowd erupted in a loud “No!” Sgt Ramos laughed and egged them on. “I said are you satisfied yet?” Boots stomped, dust clouds raised and the crowd yelled louder “NO!

Just when Chad was feeling like it was over and he could rest, it seemed like it was not. Sgt Ramos asked the crowd, “You got another load in y’all?” The crowd of drunk naked sweaty studs stomped their feet and yelled unanimously “YEAH!”

“Then get in line and come on boys! Let’s feed our new Brother some dinner!” The crowd cheered and the sound of shuffling boots on the wood plank stage filled the room as the two dozen men lined up to feed the Sailor another round of man seed. Ritchie stepped up to Chad and gave his terrified friend a reassuring look. “Just keep your mouth open bro. A man's gotta eat”.

One by one the men came up and jacked off in the Sailor’s mouth, regimentally feeding him load after load of their precious man seed. While he was not sucking them off, he was able to lick each cock clean again and savor the last drop. After about half way through he was hungry for it like never before. He sweated and panted as each man stepped up and jacked himself to a boil. Within a little over 30 minutes he had swallowed another 22 loads.

And as part of the closing part of the ritual they all stood around him in a circle. Sgt Ramos announced, “Alright men, our new Brother has made it through the first part of our initiation. Let us close the ceremonies in our usual fashion.”.

The men cheered and high fived one another and them closed in around the Altar of Fuck. The heat of the air around the Sailor went up a few degrees as they closed in tightly. The men then unleashed a rain of piss upon him, hosing him down. Chad suddenly awoke to the energy of camaraderie in the room, an energy he had not felt since joining the Navy. Here were all these men, his Brothers, pissing on him. In a strange and twisted way he felt a bond in it. He threw his mouth open and basked in the twisted rain.

He swallowed once or twice, but the rest ran out all over him and the floor. Then without further pomp and circumstance, the men filed out of the barn and back out to the courtyard leaving only him, Sgt. Ramos and Ritchie in the room.

When the last man left, SGT Ramos smiled down at the Sailor and ran hid hand lovingly over his wet buzz-cut scalp. “You made it Brother.” Chad nodded and mustered, “Yes Sir”. Ramos patted him and said, “Good, then Ritchie here can take care of you tonight and we'll see you at breakfast for your blood oath.” he then walked down the steps and out of the barn.

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I didn't look through the threads to first see if anyone here has already taken the occasion......so forgive me if this is a duplicate gesture.

But I think RawTop deserves a big growling THANK YOU for putting this site, as well as his others together. I do not know him personally, never met him, and have only had the occasion to enjoy his blogs for some time like most people out here. What I do know is that his and my sexual tastes and interests are very close. It makes me feel that much more a part of a larger “thing” when my own thoughts, desires, and kinks are shared by others. And yes, I have gotten white all over the place many times on his sites.

To the point, this newest creation TheBreedingZone with the forum format has given all us long time readers, friends, and newcomers a place to share and interact much more quickly and intimately. It is a place where people can actually meet, get to know, and share. Yeah, there are LOTS of places out there for that already. But it gives those of us who really get down on RawTop’s brand of sex to be with those in kind. That alone makes me all warm and fuzzy.

So while surely to him it is sometimes a job to run all these web spots, it shows through that it is a labor of love somewhere beneath that which is work. It just shows and that is what attracts us all. His avatar is pretty hot too.

So, THANKS MAN. The place to hang, meet and share is appreciated VERY MUCH.

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An erotic write of fiction continued from Sailor And The Sergeant 13

The two bounding cops grabbed the Sailor under his thick muscled arms and stood him up. Feeling a bit embarrassed having sucked off the Master Sergeant in front of them, he sheepishly looked around to see what was next. One of the men said, “Let’s get you cleaned up”. They walked him over to a stall in the barn made for cleaning livestock. The concrete floor had a large drain in the center and steel bar rails on the perimeter for tying up the animals. “Take off your clothes”, one of the men ordered.

Chad stripped down and piled his clothes neatly like any good Sailor would. As one of the men took his threads away, the other told him to grab the steel bar railing and bend over. The man grabbed a hose with an enema wand and turned on the water. Cold water it was, Chad winced as the man began probing his hole and shoving the wand in. The gush of wetness filling his bowels gave him a strange sensation as the man ran it in and out of him. Then the water gushed out of his ass and down his legs. The man repeated the cold filling and draining process several times. After his hole felt like it no longer had a seal, the man finally said, “That takes care of it”.

Cleaned out now, the other man handed Chad his Doc Martens and socks. “Put these back on, they're all you will need.” He found a wooden bench to sit on while lacing up his Docs. The feeling of rough splinters on his ass was secondary to the unnatural seepage of water from his hole. The waiting men stood attentively as he finished up and stood. “Come over here”, one said with the same strictly business tone they had exhibited thus far. He followed them back to the stage and up the steps. “Get on the table and lay on your back”, one of them said.

Chad climbed up on the leather bound fuck table and laid on his back. Feeling eerily similar to the one he had lost his virginity to in the back of the panel van last summer, he closed his eyes in resignation while the two men raised his legs high in the stirrups and strapped his ankles, strapped his wrists and his torso down. He was now a solidly anchored fuck doll. His ass hung off the end of the table, a rump ready for the feast. The two men talked to each other quietly during the process as if Chad was not even there, “Tighten that up a bit more, we don’t want him sliding back”, one said. “Yeah, got it”, the other said as he cinched the torso belt a little tighter.

Finally the taller one asked Chad, “Is that comfortable son?” Chad thought of the right answer, “Yes sir it is very comfortable”. It actually was. The padded leather fuck-table was set up such that he felt cradled in the womb. He knew however that he was in for it. You don’t pressure wash a guy’s guts and strap him to a table for a manicure. No, he had a gang fuck coming.

The two men stepped over to the head board where Chad’s skull was resting about 32” off the floor. At eye level with their belt buckles, he watched as the two men unbuttoned their 501’s and pulled out their cocks. They swung them out and slapped Chad’s face a bit with their waggy flesh, while kissing each other. As their tools hardened up they began jacking off and continuing to make out. Chad began getting hard looking at these two studs getting hot and heavy with their tongues as they pumped their cocks just inches from his face. The smell of their piss tools was thick in the air.

The men carried on for a few more moments before shoving them into the Sailor’s face. “Suck!”, one of them ordered. Able to move his head side to side, Chad leaned left and began working Number 1. “Oh yeah”, the man moaned as he continued kissing Number 2. The man began humping at the Sailor’s face as he licked and sucked. A few minutes in the man grasped Chad’s face and began jacking off towards his mouth. “I’m gonna cum boy. Get ready!” The man then placed his cock head in Sailors goateed face and spurted his hot load into his mouth. Chad licked and slurped Number 1’s juice till there wasn’t any more.

As he was finishing up, Number 2 grabbed his skull and turned it his way. Jacking his cock furiously he moaned, “Here I come boy. Here I come!” He then pumped his warm cop cum into Chad’s mouth. The Sailor worked hard at gathering every bit of the white hot glue, slurping and swallowing as fast as he could. As he got through most of the rush, the two men let him mouth on their softening cocks at the same time. “Go ahead boy, clean them up good”, Number 2 chided. Chad was getting hungry for the taste of men now and was no longer hesitant. He ate the men’s cocks till there was nothing left on them but his own spit.

The men tucked their pleased poles back into their 501’s and buttoned up. “Good work boy”, said Number 2. They then left him alone on the Altar Of Fuck and walked outside, closing the barn doors behind them. Chad laid there and scrubbed the inside of his mouth with his tongue, the taste of the three men lingering strong. He was willing himself to relax as he feared what was next. The sounds of the rambunctious men out in the courtyard echoed throughout the barn, sounding like a good keg party should. He knew they were getting good and plastered and he was their main attraction.

It seemed like an hour had passed as he laid alone strapped down when the barn door creaked open. The piercing ray of light almost blinded Chad momentarily. The door shut once again and a figure walked toward him in the dark. Squinting to see, he finally heard the Surfer say, “It’s me bro”. Ritchie looked like a God coming toward him. Butt naked and wearing only a black leather harness, his tanned chest was in full dress with his gold nipple rings. His long light haired goatee and shaggy hair framed his glowing face. Chad was feeling like his Savior had arrived. “Hey there, are you doing OK?” Ritchie asked.

The Sailor nodded, “So what is happening next”? The Surfer smiled and said, “gang fuck”. Chad shook his head and looked to Ritchie for more detail. Smiling, Ritchie continued, “Each one of them is gonna breed you. It’s a ritual.”. A pang of nervousness fell over the Sailor as he contemplated. “All of them? What about you?” Ritchie patted Chad on the head, “Don’t worry they won’t be beating the shit out of you, it is more of a bonding thing. Everyone has been through it themselves and knows what it is like to get gang fucked”.

The Surfer then said, “I will be right here with you man”. “Doing what?” Chad asked. “I am the cleanup boy,” Surfer said with a slight giggle. “What does that mean?” the Sailor asked nervously. As the door to the barn opened the sound of the rowdy men falling into the room erupted, Ritchie said quietly, “You’ll see”.

The rabble rousing party of rough hewn studs made their way into the room with beers in hand. A couple of them were heaving the keg along with them into the barn. Chad saw Sgt. Ramos and bald headed Master Sergeant coming up the steps toward him as the men were getting seated on the wooden benches around the stage. Ritchie stepped back toward the back of the stage as Sgt. Ramos and Master Sergeant closed in.

Standing on either side of the Altar Of Fuck, the masters began to address the men.

Sgt. Ramos began, “Brothers. We are gathered here together to welcome a new member to our family. I see you are all warmed up and ready to bust a nut in our new boy. Ramos smiled as a proud father and continued, “We are of one bond here brothers. We are of one cloth. We are of one seed. Thus, we share the seed among each and every one of us. As those of you who have come before, we shall bring our new member into the family by sharing that seed with him.”

The men erupted with a loud and boisterous “Hoo-Rah”

Ramos continued, “Gentlemen, I give you Brother Brankowsi. He comes to us fresh from the US Navy where he served in the Shore Patrol and various other security details. As you can see, he has a great body and is an extremely handsome stud. While his common path with us is somewhat new to him, he has built a bond with Brother Ritchie already. And some of you here already have shared the seed with Brother Brankowski”

A couple of the men in the crowd shouted, “Hoo-Rah”. Chad recognized the voices.

“As we give this gift of our love to our new brother, please remember that there are twenty two of us here……….” Ramos said before being interrupted by laughter and cat calls from the sexually charged group of men. “So take it easy on him”, the Master instructed. Chad winced as his heart began to race. Sweat was beginning to bead up on his forehead both from his nervous anticipation and because the temperature had gone up considerably with all the fuck hungry animals in the room.

“Gentlemen, let the festivities begin.” Sgt Ramos announced.

The crowd of men began cheering and applauding in a rising tide of excitement that rolled out of control like a roller coaster plunging off the top. Chad watched as they began peeling off their clothes en masse and began to file up on the stage to stand in a circle, dicks in hand around his Altar Of Fuck. As he looked around at some of the sexiest looking studs he had ever seen in one place, he saw every one of the twenty-two of them looking back at him with lust and sexual hunger. The moment gave him a rush like he had never felt in far untouched places of his soul. The immediate air became pungent with the smell of beer and sweaty men much like a locker room after the big game. Chad’s heart was beating harder and faster with each passing second.

To be continued……

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Chad was hurting. His chute ached every time he moved, a reminder of what he had gone through in the past day. The ride up to the hills from town didn’t take as long as Ritchie had thought and they were soon at the gate. An uniformed officer leaning against a tan County Park Ranger truck walked to the car as they pulled off the road onto the gravel drive. “What can I help you guys with today?” Ritchie said, “Were here for the party”. The Ranger nodded at Ritchie and said, “you know the way”. He then walked over and swung the steel gate open for them. Ritchie and the Sailor proceeded on the 1.5 mile drive up the gravel road to the main farm house. After parking the car they walked up the steps to the open front door and let themselves in.

“Hey gentlemen”, the leathered up bear stud sitting behind the front desk called out. “Which one of you is Chad?”. The bounding Sailor stepped forward and said “I am”. The man looked at him up and down admiringly and said, “Good. You need to go upstairs, and see Sgt. Ramos in his office”. Chad looked at Surfer quizzically. “Go ahead, I‘ll see ya later on”.

Dressed in camo pants, his favorite gray faded NAVY T-shirt, and black Doc Martens, Chad walked up the steps with his heart starting to pound. As he topped the stairs a man’s voice from a room to the left said, “Come on in son”. Chad’s heart raced as he recognized the man who took his virginity. Sgt Ramos sat in a leather chair behind a large desk. “God ahead, have a seat,” Ramos said.

The Sailor sat stiffly in the leather chair in front of the desk as Sgt Ramos began to talk. ”How are you doing there son“? Ramos asked. “I‘m alright Sir. Thank you for asking,” Chad answered. “Son, you have showed remarkable character and attitude since we first me. I know you have been through a lot. I have taken the opportunity to review your application to the academy, your records and talked to your superiors in the Navy.

They speak very highly of your qualifications. I know you are going to make an outstanding police officer.” Chad let out a breath of relief for a moment and nodded in acknowledgement of Ramos’s compliments. “I presume that Ritchie has shared with you that I am planning to help you through the process at the academy and my expectation that you will join my team?”. Sensing that he was talking to his future superior officer Chad took a more professional tone, “Yes sir, that is correct. I really appreciate your help and I want to be a part of your team”, he answered resolutely.

Sgt Ramos smiled and leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigar. “Excellent! Then let me tell you a little bit being on my team.” Ramos offered. “You and me, we share a common desire, a common thread you know? Being on my team means you need to be a part of the Brotherhood here. All of us, these men outside share our common thread. We are an Family here. We are closer than any squad, association, or union out there. Our common thread is one that is kept between us. We don’t talk about it. We don’t have a website. We don’t write letters to the editor. Understand?”

Chad nodded as he listened. Sgt Ramos went on, “We are men of love for our brothers. I know that you having been in the military know what that means. We take that to a higher level. Once you are one with our brotherhood, you are always one of us no matter what. We are of one seed.” The Sailor really hungered for what Ramos was laying out, it was this desire for camaraderie, for a closeness to other men that he felt in the Navy but rose to sex, spirit and soul. It was almost turning him on as he listened. Ramos continued, “But for you to become one of us, you have to give of yourself and make a commitment to the Brothers”.

Chad asked looking Sgt Ramos in the eye and said, “So what do I need to do Sir?”

The Sgt took a long puff off his Cohiba and let out the smoke. Clearing his throat Ramos answered, “Well, there of course is a formal oath. More importantly and relevant to this conversation you have to pass an initiation that starts right now if you accept. You are going to have to really want this because you will be hurting pretty badly before it's over. You will be challenged. Do you think you have what it takes?” With a shot of nervous voltage and want Chad stood up and stated authoritatively, “I will not disappoint you Sir” Sgt. Ramos smiled, “Then we shall begin the festivities.” Sgt Ramos showed him down the steps.

Two well stacked studs were waiting in the foyer. They were both wearing Levis and black T-Shirts with bright yellow police logos on the pockets. “Come with us”, one of them said to Chad as they motioned him to follow. Sgt Ramos smiled at Chad and departed “Good luck son”. The two men escorted him out the door of the farm house and up the small gravel drive to across a courtyard to the a large wooden barn. A gathered and conversing group of about 20 men dressed in various get-ups of leather, biker, cop, and militaria were hanging out at a small outdoor bar drinking beer from a keg. They stopped their conversations to stare as the Sailor and his escorts passed by.

One of the men tapped the Sailor on the shoulder and said, “Salute them!”. Chad felt a pang of nervousness and intimidation as the collection of rough hewn and masculine buff men began smiling and ogling at him, some grabbed their crotch and smiled at him hungrily. The Sailor stopped before them and gave them his best military salute. They all laughed and jeered, some mock saluting him back. He felt like a new fish entering the jail.

After they passed through the large open doors of the wooden barn Chad could see a small raised platform stage with rows of wooden benches arrayed out from it on a dirt floor. The stage had a few wicked furnishings and devices he knew were for him. On the either side of the barn walls were gated horse stalls and various tack storage areas. There was a slight smell of raw leather, hay and horse shit, but the place was otherwise clean. The two men led him to the stage and up the steps to the leather bound table with fixed stirrups.

A man with huge arms that at first looked like a WF wrestler was standing next to it. The man was bald with a huge bushy brown goatee and leather straps on his upper left arm. He wore a dirtied jock strap under a pair of brown leather chaps and had a set of leather work-boots big enough to crush his head. He had a deeply tanned and defined set of abs, bulging pecs, and a gold chain around his neck. He asked, “So, this is our new recruit?”, and smiled admiringly at the nervous Sailor.

“I’m your Master Sergeant this weekend”, he said to Chad eyeing him like a piece of ass. “And you are my Recruit”. The Sailor felt the hands of his two escorts on his neck and shoulders. In a swift motion, they forced Chad to his knees. Drill Sergeant was pulling his browned and yellowed jock aside while the two men held him by the shoulders. “Let’s see how well you show respect to you superiors”, he said as he pulled his rubbery uncut cock from his pants and slapped it against Chad’s face. He pumped it a couple of times to size as Chad made his first attempts at mouthing it.

He inhaled he smelled the rank odor of Master Sergeant ’s hardening tool. He must not have bathed in days Chad thought. His crotch smelled ripe of sweat and piss like he had never smelled before. “Suck it Recruit!” Master Sergeant ordered as he grabbed Chad’s head and forced fed him his fat cock. Chad felt the stinky shaft slide across his tongue and to the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. The taste his rank tool made him hesitate and back away at first. “That wont do boy!” Master Sergeant barked and shoved himself back down Chad’s throat with force and began fucking his skull mercilessly.

The smell and taste this man’s dirty tool combined with the leather of his chaps finally sank in. After a minute, Chad caught up with him and began sucking and slurping his Master Sergeant's cock aggressively while the two men behind him held him tightly. “That’s better! That’s better! Suck that cock! Get used to it! You got over 20 men to please this weekend!” the Master taunted as he thrusted Sailor’s face with his meat. “Squeeze my balls”, he ordered as Chad was working up a sweat. The Sailor raised one of his hands and circum-coddled his bushy haired nuts, giving them a deft pull and squeeze. “Uuhho, yeah that’s it boy, that’s good shit!” Master Sergeant complimented.

Soon the Master Sergeant grasped Sailor’s buzzed skull tightly and planted his exploding cock deep into his throat, bucking him hard two or three times as hot cum escaped around Chad’s tight lips. “You better swallow every last drop boy” Drill Sergeant said, “You're on an all cum diet this weekend. So unless you want to go hungry, you better savor every last drop!“ As Master Sergeant ’s sticky load ran down his chin, Chad writhed his tongue to keep it from spurting out all over, licking and slurping at his warm salty seed. The Drill Sergeant pulled his spent meat from Sailor’s mouth and printed up his red face with the dripping end of his cock. “Clean out the end of my cock!”. Chad followed his order and ran his tongue in and out of the foreskin folds at the end of his Master’s cock, cleaning out every last drop and bit of salty pasty scum.

Releasing his skull and shoving him away, Master Sergeant pulled his shrinking tool back into his jock strap. He looked at the two men behind him and said, “Okay get him ready for breeding”. He then looked down at Sailor and nudged his chin up to face him. Chad swallowed the last streams of Master Sergeant‘s feeding and a sizeable lump of apprehension. “Good job boy.”, Master Sergeant complimented as he patted him on the head like a dog. “Do what these men tell you and I’ll see you a little later”. He then let himself out of the barn and the two men went to work on their Recruit.

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Chad relaxed. Dave finally said, “Why don’t you take a rest for a few before we start on the next thing?” Chad looked at him, “The next thing?”. Dave held up his hand and made a fist and smiled. “Why am I doing this ?” Chad asked. Dave saying nothing, grabbed a few cold brews from the kitchen and handed one to Chad.

After a 30 minute get stoned and relaxed session, Chad heard the sound of Dave snapping rubber latex gloves on. “Okay cookie, time to get this on”. Chad was pretty buzzed for early in the day but was still a little nervous. Dave was an island of reassurance, telling Chad that he was going to guide him through the experience and promised it to be a highlight of his recent days. He had even given the Sailor a couple shots of bourbon to loosen him up a little even though he typically did not want his fisting partners to be drunk. Dave had done this many times, it was his specialty. Chad assumed his position on the bench and laid his head back on the padded board. Dave had the a vat of Crisco and scooped up a heaping handful and swabbed Chad’s puckering nest. He hadn’t bled much so far and was not too swollen, so it looked like he was pretty ready for the kill.

He started Chad up by lubing up his cock and playing with him a little, to get him turned on and relaxed some more, tabbing his PA and greasing up his balls. While he was doing that he began slowly probing his rosebud with his other hand one and two fingers, massaging the walls of his chute and tickling his prostate. He like to make a pleasure massage out of breaking his prey. Dave slowly and covertly over a 30 minute period had increased the amount of his fingers he was working into Chad. He was soft and workable, and not resisting too much, easy. Intermittently he inserted increasingly larger of the steel plugs to break up his hand work.

Dave finally got to the point where he was ready to move in. He repositioned himself so he could be closer to Chad while he dug into him. Leaning over him at times, he could even kiss him and put a little romance into it. He worked the ball of his hand into Chad and started to push his way in slowly, stopping when resistance met him and waiting for him to stretch. Chad was still pretty quiet at this point, beginning to sweat a little but was not crying out. Dave came at him in waves, pushing, stopping, pushing some more, stopping. Chad was beginning to wince when he would push. He felt a strong sense of pressure and a dull ache as his muscles started to give in to the moving hand in his ass. A veil of pain took him over that was unlike the metal probes, this was more deep and dull. He felt Dave’s knuckles, his joints sliding into him. Dave was finally almost into him completely with his fist when he said. “Okay take a deep slow breath and then let it out slowly.”

As Chad inhaled Dave kept the pressure on. When he began to exhale, Dave pushed in. With a single move he passed Chad’s ring. Chad did not yell out this time but seemed to be shaking and shivering. Dave leaned down over his face and Chad embraced him and held him tight. His fist was in him and Dave kissed him while he shuddered. He let that moment last for a bit and then pulled slowly out of him and then plunged back in, sending Chad into an oblivious roll of nervousness. Then he pulled out and back in again. He ladled more lube on his fist and loosened up the action, in and out slowly in and out. Chad was just rolling his eyes back in his skull and sweating like a pig, breathing erratically and shivering. He was on fire! His whole body was excreting some kind of adrenaline that was making him higher than shit. He wondered if he was in a state of shock.

Knowing how he felt, how his first time was, Dave took the occasion to give Chad a little extra. While he was kneading his chute with his fist, he began licking his cock up and down. It was limp as his body was focusing all it’s might elsewhere, but as he ran his tongue and worked his hand, Chad’s tool began to rise and flow. He bobbed and weaved until Chad could take no more, spurting his hot spentness all over his stomach. Dave took the opportunity to lick up this Sailor’s hot juice that his friend and roommate had been so hot for in the past couple weeks. Chad just laid there and sweat it out. Dave finally pulled his hand free of Chad’s new fist hole. “I’ll clean all this up, you go and take a warm bath, it’s make you feel better” Chad had never had a level of torture, pain, and pleasure like this before. Looking back at Dave he was almost speechless.

He finally took Dave’s advice and went to run a hot bath. As he was dipping into it, Dave came by and admired him from the hallway. “By the way I just wanted to tell you that Ritchie really worships you. I hope you know that”, Dave remarked. ”I have to head off and open up the Baron, see ya later”. Chad nodded to him and thought pensively about what Dave had said as he soaked into the hot water. He was recounting the whole experience that had brought him to this point, this place, where he was doing things and feeling things that he had never dared in his old world. It was an adventure, a mind boggling safari into a world that excited him and scared him at the same time. Somehow though, he felt that he had a trusted guide along side him in his Surfer.

Ritchie got back home about 3:00 in the afternoon and was pretty intent on getting on the road pretty fast. Traffic over the bridge could take longer than expected at times and they could not be late. He found Chad napping on the couch and admired his handsome mug. He had been letting his stubble grow out and it was sexy as hell. He just stood there and stared at him for a minute before he woke him up. “Dude, it' time to get ready to go”. Ritchie whispered in his ear. Chad opened his eyes and smiled. He sat stood up and gave Ritchie a big hug and kissed his neck. They locked eyes for a split moment and Chad blurted out, “I love you”.

Ritchie stumped briefly looked in this big stud of a man’s eye long enough to choke up and sprout some tears. “I love you too”. For the first time Ritchie had said the words to another man and really meant it. They embraced and silently sat together for a few moments not needing to say another word. But the clock was ticking. Ritchie broke the silence, “So how did your workout with Dave go?”. Chad nodded and just said “Unbelievable! I never every would have thought I'd have a guy's fist in me and live to tell about it”. Ritchie acknowledged it and patted the side of his face. “Well it is time to go to the temple of man and worship the Gods” Ritchie said, “Your adventure has only just begun”.

They both grabbed a few last things and were on the road.

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I have not been blogging detailed blow by blow accounts of sexcapades with my brother since he moved in and we have been getting it on because it is kind of salacious, but also personal more than usual. I have even had a few people ask me if it is real or not. And there is still a part of me that questions the taboo of what we are doing even though I have few if any boundaries when it comes to man sex. But this morning was hot and I wanted to share a milepost.

I awoke to the sound of my bedroom door opening. When the fog cleared and my eyes opened, Jay was climbing onto my bed and crawling up on top of me. “Come on, time to wake up”, he said playfully as he slides his naked ass up and sits on my chest, straddling me. He started slapping his leaking cock on my hairy muzzle, smearing his hard stinking morning wood in my face. The fucker had come in my room at 4:45am and woke me up like a dog in the morning looking to be let out.

His brown reddish haired balls dangled below my chin as he presented his meat to my mouth like the proud confident buck that he is. “I been jacking off and need a place to blow my load”, he said with a confident but joking tone. Still mostly asleep I began mouthing his dirty fuck stick. After I got wet and into it, he scrunched over and started skull fucking me as I licked, slurped and sucked his ripe tool. He still tasted of butt-sex from last night, but I didn’t care. Within a short minute or two, I had him squirting off in my mouth. Swallowing his juice and licking him up good, I got wet and hard down there myself.

Just as he was relaxing and ready to pound his hairy chest in victory, I quickly wrestled him under me and pinned him down on his stomach. With nothing but the sticky ooze flowing from my cock head, I shoved it between his cheeks and held him in a head lock. He put up a half hearted struggle, but I had my head into his hole before he could stop me. He let out a short grunt, and murmured a muffled, “What about our deal?". "You just broke the deal when you woke me up", I told him. "And don’t worry about a condom, I got tested last week and I'm clean". "Are you sure?' he asked. "Yeah, I'm sure. I can show you the papers". I was gonna wait until this weekend to bust him raw, but I was in him now and wasn't getting out of bed without breeding him.

"Ok, but lube me up first", he said. “A dry fuck is what you get for sticking your dick in my mouth in the morning,” was my reply. Taking my forearm out from underneath his neck I wrapped around him in a nice close spoon and slowly pressed the rest of the way into him as he squirmed and grunted. I pulled out and put some spit on his hole and sunk into him again which was much easier now. I had been waiting patiently for this moment and wanted him to enjoy it too. My first raw fuck with him in over 15 years.

Feeling a lot of passion in the moment I actually gave him a slow love ride instead of a rough fuck. Kissing his neck and squeezing him tight I pumped his hole easy. I had enough pre-cum flowing that it wasn't so bad though. His velvety warm chute felt so good on my dick, finally without a glove. His body felt so good in my arms taking it nice and slow. He was taking it well too, slowly squirming and writhing in my arms to my fuck. Occasionally he pushed his ass into me and I felt him squeezing my cock with his ring. My only regret is it didn't last much longer than 2-3 minutes. When I knew I was gonna cum, I gave him a sharp bite on his ear lobe and bitch fucked him hard for the next few seconds until I dumped my sticky white seed into his man-cunt. Oh man it felt so good to squirt into him finally. It was emotional as much as it was physical.

He was quiet while I held him and cuddled for a few minutes in my bed, gently pumping my semi soft cock in and out of his slippery fuck hole. I just kept smooching on his neck and rubbing his cock as we laid together. He had a strong sweaty odor and salty taste I could have licked on all day. The feel of his unshaven face against the side of mine was electric. Holding him tight against me was electric. It's just different. He was enjoying it too because when I started to pull away and get up he grabbed me and asked, "Don’t go yet". My heart skipped a beat. And so I stayed and laid with him, pulling him close again. After a while longer I finally kissed him on the neck and said, "I gotta get ready for work". When I finished my shower and left, he was still laying in my bed watching me and rubbing on his cock. I feel very blessed today.

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Derek was a long complicated story by the time we had finally stopped seeing each other. There was a lot of fun we had, but we never built the friendship bond. He was one of those people who you loved to fuck but when you were honest just never trusted or wanted to have as a close friend in your personal orbit. Know what I mean? He was not a bad person, we were just too different and our relationship was built on to many bad habits we both had. But he was a good fuck.

One of the last times we got together was when I was about 22. I had been to college for a couple years and hadn’t seen or been with him in about a year having visited him once on a trip home. I was at my parents house helping my brother with a car project he was working on. The folks were gone somewhere, I don’t remember where. While my brother was wrenching away in the shop I was in the back yard doing something related to the project. Then I heard a scuffle and someone calling my name. I looked over to the fence and there was fucking Derek hanging on the fence with one leg over it trying to get my attention. He had let himself into the neighbor’s back yard and scaled the fence.

Shocked to see him, but not really as it was his way of showing up unannounced, I told him to get down before the neighbor saw. After he jumped down in our yard we said hello and I finally asked what the fuck he was doing. He said he knocked on the door but got no answer, but heard us out in the back yard. With our gate locked he just climbed his way in. My brother was still in the garage oblivious so I quickly ushered him into the house and away. He never knew my brother and I had been fucking around and I never let my brother know about Derek. It was more about protecting my brother from him than anything. But like always, that day I was under the jock’s spell and could not ask him to leave. Now a fully developed adult stud, his body was as taut and sexy as ever.

In the house we hardly said a word. I knew why he was there and he knew I knew it. We went to my brother’s bedroom which had a view of the backyard and the garage and got to business. As soon as I shut and locked my 17 year old brother’s bedroom door Derek’s hands were on my cock. We hugged and kissed briefly and felt each other up long enough to get each other hard as a rock. “My brother is out there in the garage. We need to keep an eye out for him.” Derek in his dogged horn asked if he was good looking and I said, “It don’t matter, he aint into this shit”. I lied.

Trying to make sure one of us was looking out the window, Derek pulled his sweats down and began jacking off. ‘Stick your fingers in my ass”, he asked has he pumped his dick. At first I stood there and probed his hole with my spit wet fingers before I just told him I was gonna fuck him. “Take it easy”, he said. What a fuck. Take it easy. “Right”, I thought. “Like you ever did that”, I said out loud in a joking tone. “I’m sorry man. I was an asshole back then,” he said apologetically. “Well bend over cuz we don’t have all day before my brother wonders where I am and this is his room”.

Derek bent over and braced himself on the window sill while pulling on of his ass cheeks to the side as I got my cock wet with spit. He wasn’t getting any lube today and he didn’t ask. He continued yanking on his big bent dick and moaned as I pushed my cock into his stink hole. “Uuhhhh”, he grunted as I planted into him and pulled back out. I stabbed his pasty shitter again and buried my dick all the way in him as his arms tensed up in his brace. “Uhh yeah. Come on man. Fuck me”, he grunted.. Wow. Derek had become vocal. Neet.

“Don’t make too much noise, I don’t want my brother to hear us,” I told him as I began butt slapping him like a bitch. I had learned to be a more aggressive top man in the years since my brother and I had been fucking and was showing him what it was all about. Before long he was panting and trying hard to keep still while I butt fucked his shitty smelling ass. He didn’t even clean up. Fucker. But I didn’t care. I had fucked me some dirty hole and I wasn’t stopping now. “Uhhh, uhhh, fuck! That feels good man”, he panted like a whore. It didn’t take long anyway before I dug into him and breeded his pasty chute with all my might. After a few pumps in his cunt I pulled out and buttoned up. He turned around and kept jacking off.

Even though I felt done now and was more than ready to send him on his way, I took the time and got on my knees in front of him to finish off his beautiful hairy bent cock. “Keep an eye out for my brother”, I warned as I buried my face in his sweaty hairy package, taking him down until he finally blew off. He was full too, cumming several times faster than I could swallow. “Stand up”, he said. I pulled off his drippy stick and stood. He then surprised me and pulled me into a sloppy unsnapping kiss which lasted for a long enough time to make it all go away.

When we were done, we went to the kitchen and I got him a beer. We shot the shit for a minute or two. He said he was getting married in a couple of weeks. “That’s nice”, I said. I really didn’t care I have to admit as I had just realized I was on his rounds of last fucks before the big day. “But don’t worry, we can still get together and play around some time”, he said. Classy, just classy. And while I was repulsed by his passive marriage commitment, we indeed got together a few more times after that special day.

But there in the kitchen as we struggled for more to talk about I suggested he get on his way because I needed to get back to my brother and help him. As we stepped out the back door my brother walked out of the garage which forced me to introduce him to Derek. It was awkward having just been doing the dirty and trying to make the occasion normal and innocent. But I just explained he was a friend from high school that was dropping by to invite me to his wedding. Derek just poker faced it. He knew I had no intention of coming. And then he left.

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Came this close to letting a young guy go at work today. Visualize me holding my hand up and pinching my fingers close. He’s a mid-twenties guy I hired straight out of the military last month. He served a couple tours in the war and got out. He came by one day spry and fresh looking for work. I didn’t need anyone and wasn’t gonna hire because we are slow in homebuilding right now. But after talking to the young buck in my office and learning about his service in the Army I felt the need to give the guy a place here. Against better business practice I hired him because of an emotional tug.

He has been and okay worker, but has had big problems showing up on time and being reliable to my field supers. I’ve talked to him a couple times about it and he has promised to improve. But today had decided to let him go and had him come by the office at quitting time. When I told him what I had called him in for he fell apart like a house of cards. He’s a tough strappin guy and carries himself confidently, but he just lost it. Again crossing the line of hard ass business practice I asked him what was the problem, really…what was the problem.

Long story short he is just having a lot of problems getting back into the fabric of civilian life after fighting a war. It breaks my heart to see this such that honestly it clouds my judgment. But I sat and talked with him for almost an hour about this and that. In the end I gave him another chance under the condition that we get together and talk one on one for 10 minutes each day. What about, I don’t know but he needs someone to talk to about whatever is keeping him from settling in and from what I gather, he doesn‘t have that now. I am not a licensed therapist, I have counseled a lot of friends in my life and felt the call in my gut to offer him at least a path forward here. It may work out, it may not. We will see. Maybe I’m a fool.

On the same wavelength, my young pup fuck buddy crossed into the world of coming out to his family in the past week. Last week it was his mom which was a disaster. But she hasn’t kicked him out of the house yet, though she is still cold. The biggest hurdle to him was telling his dad who lives back east. After his mother he was scared shitless to tell his dad. I convinced him that he had to do it in person and ultimately loaned him some money to fly back to NJ to see him last weekend. And in the best brightest point of my week he came home with perma-grin and a sense of joy that was somewhat new for him. He’s always happy and outgoing, but he was gushing with happiness and had that light in his eyes.

His dad as it turned out took it not only very well but showered him with praise for having the guts. Instead of grimacing his dad had the spine and compassion to simply tell him he was proud of him and hoped that he would be happy. Damn it made me tear up myself when he told me. As it turns out his dad confided to him that he already knew from “father’s intuition“. He even offered to let him move back there with he and his wife if he wanted or needed to. And I am thinking the young stud is considering that option pretty strongly. Whatever the case I am very proud of the young man and wished I had his self confidence and spine when I was his age.

Then there’s my younger brother who has taken to casual man to man sex like a horse to water. I made a pact with him the first week he moved in that as soon as he got a job and stopped sponging off my pocketbook, that I would be his sex slave for a week. Never make a deal like that when you are trashed. He got a job last Friday and starts next Monday. And I am honoring the deal. I have been sucking his thick hairy dick now 2-3 times a day and or taking his rough bull-fuck till he breeds me. I usually tend to lean top, but being my brother’s bitch this week has been kinda fun. He really does it well for a “straight gut”. I still have my young FB to dominate when I need to hammer a hole or get blown. And he’s been over here enough to keep me satisfied.

The good news is that the deal is up this weekend and I plan to breed him good. You see I have a special surprise in the works. He has requested that I wear a condom the few times I have fucked him because he doesn’t know whether I am disease free or not. That’s fair. He’s been married for 15 years and honestly it’s smart to be safe. I know I am clear and get tested usually every 3-months but he had nothing but my word. Well I got tested last week and have clear for take-off results in hand. Come this weekend I present the results and knock down his arguments. One way or the other I will be pushing my raw cock into his bitch hole all the way to blast off. Then I will show him the joys of getting his cum hole eaten, sucked and gnawed on till he cums himself. And, I might even get him to suck my dick till I come in his mouth - something he hasn’t quite had the stomach for yet. Lots of beer needed. Cant wait.

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My first fuck Derek was an adventure, closeted as the experience had to be. But we flirted with danger once in a while. Stud-like and daring, he was the type that liked fooling around in the bushes down by the creek during school without regard to the risk of getting caught with his pants down. Case in point, one day I had been hanging with my other friend Doyle who was straight but we were best friends and partied all the time. He had pussy falling out of his ass most of the time and razzed me a lot because I didn't.

We were working on my car and had the passenger seat removed to do some wiring under the carpet. The phone rang while we were in the shop. I answered with Doyle standing by, it was Derek looking to hook up for a butt fuck. I was suddenly on the spot as Derek was jacking off wanting some phone sex and a commitment to get it on later at his place.

I was in a bind. I played dumb with Derek for a second, not letting Doyle know who it was on the phone. Doyle knew Derek well but didn't know he was gay. I made false conversation with Derek to give him the sign that this was not a good time. "Hey, how is it going Darla", I said, "haven't heard from you in a while". I continued as if Derek was someone else. He wasn't getting it.

Doyle now stood by eavesdropping and curious. I continued with the "Darla" play and asked if she wanted to get together later. Derek on the other end was stroking his 7" bent cock and asking about what, where, and when. I said "I haven't been with you in ages Darla, I sure would like to fuck that tight little pussy of yours". Doyle dropped his cookies, dead shocked at what I had just said out in the open to Darla so casually. He even stood back and did the universal hand sign for masturbating and slapped his knees with laughter.

Derek responded, "Hmmmm, right on - what do you want to do?" I smiled and nodded at Doyle and proceeded, "well the front seat is missing from my car and there is plenty of room to get it on in there. I'd like to take you to the lake and have you all to myself for a while". Derek was getting close to cumming on the line, "Ooohhh, that sounds great man, you make me feel so special".

I was getting hard now saying, "you are special Darla, but you will have to suck my cock and you have to swallow every drop my hot cum". Derek was mumbling, "yeah, oh yeah, ooohhh". Doyle was laughing and shaking his head in disbelief. The whole situation was quite a turn on. My fuck buddy was jacking off to my sex talk one side while Doyle was going ape shit in astonishment at my sex talk with "Darla" on the other.

Doyle turned around and hopped up and down a few times like an excited puppy. I realized I was getting away with the bank now. "Well Darla, now that I've got you all hot and juicy, let's hook up later". Derek insisted I come over right away. "Well my friend Doyle is here right now and we'll have to make it later than sooner if you know what I mean. I'll have to get rid of him", I said looking up at Doyle with a smirk. Derek went silent for a moment, "Doyle is there right now", he cautiously asked. I responded, "Yes Darla, I've got to go now is seven o'clock ok?". I hung up with Derek and Doyle was bursting into excitement.

"Wow, you lucky fuck! You're gettin laid tonight!", he shouted shooting me a high five. "I cant believe you talked to her that way. Man you're a stud!", he exclaimed, "Who is Darla anyway?"

I made up some story about her being a friend of a friend from another high school. After Doyle left, I went to Derek's place and picked him up. He had to sit in the back seat as the passenger seat was missing. The drive to the lake took a few minutes and Derek was stroking his cock along the way. I watched him in the rear-view mirror as he pulled out his fat curved tool and started pumping and stroking it. We finally arrived at the lake and parked down by the shore in a low spot behind some trees. I crawled back toward him and rubbed his hard cock with my hands. I then dove down and began sucking and licking his shaft. By now I had learned the pleasure and rewards to sucking his dick and loved the thrill of it.

He was already juicy from the ride out. His arms were resting across the top of the seat and he started thrusting his groin upward into my face. He was gagging me with his fat meat as he shoved it into my throat. He always smelled so musky and manly. I started fingering his love hole while I slurped away. After a minute or two, he asked me to fuck him and slid his ass down to the edge of the seat. He pulled his legs back and pushed his feet up against the roof liner.

He began fingering his hole and stroking his balls while I unbuttoned and shoved my pants down. I grabbed a small jar of old-skool Vaseline from the glove box and greased my cock up. He moaned and groaned as I worked his sphincter with my greasy fingers. I then knelt up to him and began sliding my cock into his sweet hole. He grabbed the back of his thighs and groaned deeply as I thrust deep into him. His body was taut and rippled. His physique was always such a treat to behold, and watching the football jock shudder and croon with my thrusts was so intoxicating. I started slow and worked up to a groovy level of bull-fuck. He liked me to start out slow until he loosened up, unlike his way of fucking me.

His ass felt so warm and slippery with the loads of Vaseline. He was finally getting off on it, "give to me harder, harder". I was having a hard time moving in the small car, but obliged and began rocking the car back and forth, pounding his nest. I came into him quickly thereafter. "Stay in me", he asked while jacking himself off. "I love you", he exclaimed in pleasure.

I squirted a bit more of my juices into him as he laid there fisting his cock rapidly. He finally came, blowing his load all over his lightly haired chest. He cupped his hand filling it up with the last spurts of his warm salty juice and held it up to my mouth. "Eat my cum", he asked. I happily licked it up like a dog while he slurped the fingers of his other hand. I then bent down and lick up the rest from his stomach and chest.

With the windows all fogged up we made a quick exit from the lake so as not to get caught. I dropped him off at his place and went over to my friend Doyle's house for a few beers. He was steadfastly curious about my date with Darla, wanting to hear everything. I kept it simple but did show off the cum stains on my back seat just to prove I had done the deed. Doyle high-fived me, and we swilled our beer. "I told ya buddy, you can get pussy just as easily as I can!", he said like a proud mentor. The funny thing is that Doyle spread the story around school and Derek came up to me a few days later asking, "Who's Darla?"

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Swallowed a nice morning load from my houseguest. Getting to be a pattern that. Heading home for lunch to get more.

Swallowed one up from my houseguest 10 minutes ago. Yum