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I call it hole horny. No matter how many times I jack off I’m still unsatisfied. The only thing that will satisfy me is to get fucked raw and be bred.

The next few weeks were horrible for me. I drank a lot more. Snorted an obscene amount of Coke, barely shaved and was going days not leaving my apartment. My boss noticed a change in my behaviour and, having recently learnt that my wife had left, he encouraged me to take long service leave. I was fucked up, but the one thing that I always remained focused on was the footy game. It was early season, and we had already won the first two rounds. There was no fucking about. We were in fine form last season, but lost the grand finale. Not this year. I was on the boy’s back at every moment. Training was abusive, I pushed them to the extreme, and when I saw one of them falling behind, I was given a god spray. Particularly, the team captain, a young fit lad, a league ahead of the rest; however, I notice a slight shift in him. Coming to the training a little late, not performing at his peak. In this one particular training session, I noticed him fumbling with the ball too many times. I tried to be a bit tougher on him. Locker rooms were the norm. The lads would be larrikins, occasionally whacking a team mate on the arse with a towel. A bit of name-calling, like homo, or fag, and playing pranks on each other. The usual boy locker room shit. The boys had gotten changed and left, and I went to do my usual wank in the shower. I stripped, threw a towel over my shoulder, and didn’t bother wrapping it around my waist, knowing I was on my own and headed for the showers. Only this time, when I walked over, I found the team captain crouched down against the tiled wall, water spraying over his toned, muscular body, head between his knees, crying. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. I stood there for a moment, admiring the light bouncing off his pale, wet skin, highlighting every tone and curve of his fit body. I quickly shook my head, reminding myself to stop having gay thoughts. The lad is clearly distressed. ‘Scout. You ok?’ He quickly lifted his head. Bloodshot eyes looked straight at me. I sensed for a moment he had forgotten where he was. He swiftly pushed himself off the shower floor, trying to hide his rather long cock. I shook my head again to stop myself from staring. He grabbed his towel from the rack and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Oh, um. Yes, coach.’ ‘You’re crying.’ ‘No, no. I’m good.’ I walked up to him. I started to wonder if I was pushing him too hard on the footy field. ‘Scout. Seriously, mate. You can have a chinwag with me. Was I pushin' you too hard out there on the field tonight?’ ‘Nah, all good, coach… I’m gonna go get changed now.’ He headed off, but hesitated for a moment. That night, sleep eluded me. My thoughts kept returning to Scout. The boy was clearly troubled, and I couldn't help but dwell on the possible reasons behind his distress. My mind then subtly shifted to thoughts of his physique—his body’s compelling outline. I fought to dismiss the images, yet my concern for him remained, craving to comfort him, to reassure him that all would be well. I’ve always held a soft spot for Scout, having appointed him captain of the team, seeing him as a beacon for the others. A promising future seemed to lie ahead for him, and I was determined to support him in every way. Perhaps that was also why I was a little harder on him than on the others. Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to the smooth, well-shaped curve of his arse, the gentle dimples catching the faint light on each cheek. This time, I didn’t push the thought away. I let the thought roll around in my head, slow and dangerous. My cock answered before I did, stiff and insistent. I wrapped my hand around it and started to jerk it, caught in the image of him like a snag on a barbie you can’t stop thinking about. His long cock hung heavy between his legs, framed by soft, sandy-blonde pubes, still damp, curling up towards his belly button as they belong there. His abs told a story of years of punishment and discipline; his nipples were hard against a chest carved sharp and sure. I couldn’t hold back. I pumped myself harder, chasing that familiar edge, body tightening, breath shallow. Then it hit, everything draining out of me in thick, relentless squirts, my cock emptying itself without mercy. Cum splattered the sheets, one pulse after another, until they were soaked through. I sleep naked, always have. That night, I didn’t bother with clean-up and shame. I stayed there, spent and sticky, cocooned in the mess, and let sleep take me as I was. The next coaching session was like clockwork. Hard, brutal, no shortcuts. I drove the lads to the edge, then nudged them past it. Pushed the boys to their limit. We had a final to win, and I wasn’t about to let it piss away because someone went soft. Scout was off his game, still not firing at full throttle. I eased up on him a tough, pretended it was tactical, not instinctive. Took every scrap of discipline I had not to let my head wander where it didn’t belong. Something in me was shifting, and I didn’t like it. I’m not a fag. I’m into women. So why was my mind suddenly rerouting itself? Throwing images I hadn’t ordered? I tried to wrestle control back by thinking of the fact that I let men fuck my wife, filling her up with their cum. Her arse tight. Her mouth open. Cum spilling where it shouldn’t. Even that felt off, like my brain was testing boundaries just to see which ones would crack. Then a hand landed on my shoulder. I jumped like I had been shot. ‘Evening, Coach.’ It was Scout’s old man. ‘Fuck – Jesus Christ.’ I snapped. ‘Nearly gave me a heart attack.’ He laughed ‘Sorry mate. You looked miles away. I thought I’d better announce myself. How’s the training session?’ Just another night on the field. Same drills. Same pressure. Same secrets sitting heavy under the surface, waiting for their moment to break through. I was still a little startled. My mind was thinking about sloppy cunts and wet cocks. My cock was pressing against my gym shorts. I had no doubt he could see it. I quickly shook the thoughts away and focused on Scout’s dad. I had to break the silence. ‘Good. The boys are ready to take the win. Your son, though. Something is up there.’ ‘Yeah. Well. That’s why I am here.’ Fuck! Did Scout tell his dad about what happened in the showers? I wondered. ‘He mentioned you’ve been giving him a bit more stick than usual.’ ‘Yeah, fair enough. Sorry, mate. I’m just keen to score the win.’ ‘No worries. He’s on the same page. But he’s going through a rough patch, I reckon. Not sure what’s up—maybe an identity thing, I suppose.’ ‘Righto. Makes sense, I guess. Pressure’s heaps—last year at school, gotta come out on top, thinking about the future.’ ‘And the girls, too,’ I laughed. ‘Oh yeah. Girls. The biggest young man problem of them all.’ ‘Haha. Yeah. Tell me about it. Scout just broke up with his girlfriend.’ ‘I didn’t know he had one.’ ‘Yeah. He did. And he called it off. But I think it has messed with him.’ I turned to watch the boys as they did their pass-and-dodge circuit. The balls slipped through Scout’s hands, but he quickly recovered and hand-balled them to the next lad. ‘Anyway, I just wanted to see if you’re keen to come over to ours tonight. We can have a chat, talk it through, and come up with some solid ways to support Scout.’ I thought about it for a while. It wasn’t like I had much to do. I was going to rack up some lines, chuck music on and drink a few scotches, watch gangbanging porn until passing out on the couch. The usual midweek evening I would have. ‘Yeah. Sure. Why not.’ The night settled in easily, warm and smoky. Scout’s dad fired up the barbie, the smell of meat and char drifting through the yard like a promise. Scout himself vanished upstairs early, holed up in his room, while his dad, his wife, and I parked ourselves around the fire pit with beers in hand. The flames did most of the talking at first. We chatted about Scout, how he was going, what he needed to sharpen up, then the spotlight drifted onto me. My footy days. The rise, the fall, the bit everyone pretended not to be curious about. By then, I was a few beers past cautious and sliding comfortably into honest. Maybe too honest. They learned a little when I spoke, eyes bright in that way that says go on. I did. The night dragged on. Quiet crept in. I clocked the house and noticed Scout’s bedroom light was out; he must’ve gone to bed. Just us and the fire now, embers popping, bottles clinking. While I was mid-story, Scout’s dad’s wife shifted and settled herself onto his lap, casual as anything. His arm wrapped around her, missing a beat as he kept talking, telling me about his work with the federal police, voice steady, authoritative. The flames danced. The beer buzzed. Something about the closeness, the ease of it, made the air feel thicker. I listened, nodded along, but part of me was elsewhere, watching, registering, filing things away I didn’t quite know what to do with yet. ‘You must see some proper cooked stuff in your line of work.’ He gave a short laugh, took a pull from his beer. ‘You’ve got no idea.’ As he spoke, his hand slipped to the small of his wife’s back. Familiar, proprietary. Too familiar. I clocked it, pretended I didn’t. He kept talking, Global crime syndicate, long nights, things you don’t write down, but my attention was snagged on the way her breath changed, the way she leaned back into him like it was muscle memory. His hand was deep in there. If I didn’t know any better, he was fingering her. Then she looked straight at me. ‘Does this make you uncomfortable?’ She asked lightly. I nearly choke on my drink. ‘Sorry – what?’ She smiled. Not apologetic. Curious. ‘Do you like watching my husband finger me?’ Before I could scramble for a response, he cut in, calm as anything. ‘We know your history. We’re not exactly the beige curtains, white picket fence types.’ We sat and chatted a little more about Scout and football, while Scout’s father fingered his wife while she sat on his lap. I was getting aroused and had to adjust my hard-on a few times. I tried to be subtle, but as the chat went on, I made it obvious my cock was throbbing. The flames in the charcoal turned to a simmer, and the night started to get cold. Scout’s mother made an excuse about needing to wash some dishes and made her way inside. Eventually, she stood. ‘I might head inside, dishes won’t do themselves.’ He nodded. Then looked at me, ‘Scotch?’ Inside the house, it felt quieter. Thicker. He disappeared toward the kitchen. I sat on the couch. She reappeared naked except for a pair of heels, as if this had already been decided. ‘We’re all adults.’ She said softly. ‘Scout’s asleep. Or busy. Either way, this isn’t about him.’ She stepped closer, between my knees, close enough that I had to look up at her. She grabbed my tee and lifted it over my head. ‘Lean back.’ I did, and she grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. I wasn’t wearing jocks, my cock flung straight up. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, being careful not to scratch me with her long red nails, then moved her mouth over my cock. She is clearly a pro at sucking cock; she was going deep the moment my cock was in her mouth. I’m not much for oral. I am a pussy guy, but I wasn’t going to complain. She sucked my cock for a while. Making it nice and slick. I was caught up in the moment for a brief moment before I realized her husband could walk in at any time. ‘Are you sure this is ok?’ She stopped sucking my cock, which was now slick with her saliva and looked at me for a second, then stood up and stepped over me. Her slit was barely a metre away from my face. Smooth with a little bit of pube just at the top. She was nice and tucked. I prefer a tucked cunt. I thought she was going to make me eat her out. Which I would have been fine to do, but then she lowered herself on my cock and slid down to the base. ‘Argh! Fuck yeah,’ I moaned. She moved with purpose as she fuck herself on my shaft. I dug my hands into her perky arse, a solid grip, guiding her like I owned the moment. I was getting lost in our fuck. She rode it hard, desperate, every moment sending sparks straight up my spine. Her breathing broke apart, little sounds slipped out that she didn’t bother to stop. She folded forward, pressing her head into my shoulder, clinging to me like I was the only thing holdeing her together. And then the air changed. I felt him before I saw him, heat at my back, a presence that sucked the oxygen out of the room. Scout’s dad stood behind us, naked, unapologetically pulling on his thick, long cock the size of a salami. Eyes locked on mine. There was something feral in the look, something final. He stepped in close. She grasped, body arching instinctively, knowing exactly what was coming and wanted it. He took hold of her hips, rough and certain, pulling her back against his cock. The force of it drove a sound out of her that went straight through me, raw, wrecked, needy. His cock was balls deep inside his wife’s arse. I held her steady as he took over the pace. Her body caught between us, pushed and pulled, completely undone. The room filled with breath and skin and the sound of losing control. I wasn’t thinking anymore. None of us were. She moaned in uncontrollable, animalistic pleasure. Scout had to have heard her. Scout’s dad fucked hard, unforgivingly, with one mission. It was too much for me. I had to stop thrusting to control myself from orgasming, but the feeling of his cock pumping through the walls of her pussy, massaging my cock with every one of his thrusting motions, was all too stimulating for me. ‘I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Yeah, I’m cumming!’ My loud cries echoed off the walls. My cock pulsated as shot after shot of my spunk filled her cunt. Scout’s dad did not stop. Rather, he picked up the pace and fucked harder. ‘I’m about to join you. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna cum in your arse, honey.’ His pumps shorten. ‘Fuckkk!!!! Yeah. Take daddy’s fucking load.’ I could feel his cock through the walls of her cunt pulse as he shot his load in her. It went on for what felt like an eternity. And we held our position for a while longer. Scout’s dad pulled out. I was so turned on, I was still hard, I lifted her off my cock, a trickle of cum dripped over my stomach. She stayed on the couch, bent over. I leaned forward to see her arse poking into the air, dripping with cum simultaneously with her used pussy. They mentioned they knew what I was into, so I didn’t even bother to look at Scout’s dad to get permission, got behind her, my hairy arse sticking in the air, I planted my mouth over her arse hole and started sucking away to eat all of his cum out of her puffy arse. While I sucked and tongued her arse hole, I used my finger to work my cum into her pussy, occasionally going down to it and sucking it like a lollypop. This will be the last part of this story in this chat. You will find the continuation in the Gay Bareback Chem Fiction chat. Let me know what you think and what happens next.

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I mean if I go long enough without getting any (or giving to myself), i just get hornier for cock until the urges are satisfied. It takes several orgasms for the "heat" to subside, so i make sure I get as many loads as I can before that. But there are other times, usually when I'm stressed or sleep deprived, I'll just wake up from sleep or a nap with an insatiable urge to get fucked. Its almost like taking a hit of poppers. I've been trying to see what sets it off because I would love to tap into that anytime, but poppers are just an easy way to do it.

So Fucking HOT - Can Not Resisted - more - more - POZZING ME with a few Drops of Blood - Spreading the SEED !

Love and Adore your Profile - was at a Club - Drinking - Drinking - went out size - need to Piss - A New Friend took me down a Alley - pissing and noticed strangers grouping around me ! Hands started touching me - squeezing my Dick - 1 thing to another - forcing me in the ground - a mob - so many dicks - being used - CUM Loads - I could NOT RESISTED - be Used - Now I became a Regular there - Weekend Fun times !

This past Sat. My partner arranged a gang bang for me. I was strapped to a fuck bench, 7 guys total. I knew 3, 4 were strangers to me. All fucked me raw. We had a similar GB about 3 weeks before this one. My partner greatly enjoys seeing lots of men breed me. We ask no questions as to STD status of any kind from the guests. I love being a slut/fuckhole/cumdump/pig/ whatever term fits. Of course that comes with risks. Demonstrated by the fact that I am recovering from gonorrhea that I think I got at the GB previous to the one on Sat.

I had to look it up. I'm not for condoms, but I would def let a top get rough with my hole while he was wearing that thing.

Ok, that makes perfect sense and is a fact in biology. Very cool! My question now would be the Alpha then has a way of knowing/seeing the variation outcome then of his infected brood/clan?

what ideas? 🐽

That makes me so horny. I'm not even into pain but holy fuck watching the vids and everything nothing else makes my ass twitch more. Again blood and pain are not me thing but damn would I like to experience that once

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Moderator's Note: I agree this is a hot set up, and it is a shame that he never posted more. I also agree he is being a bit of a tease here as the story would suggest. But, this story was written more than 14 years ago, and the poster has not logged into the site in almost 6 years. It is very unlikely that this will be continued.

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Without giving it away, I think we can surmise that everyone reacts a little differently to the transformation. Nature has a million variations of the same features.

Fuck! What awesome chapters these last two were. It seems you are hinting at different levels of transformation to the infected men in this storyline. Some won’t grow large and horns? Fascinating! Am I right with this conclusion? It sounds like some will be bait for other men to get ensnared. Or am I reading into this too much?

I don't have any brothers but I've fantasized about imaginary ones. I saw my dad a few times soft. One of my earliest memories was when he took me to a movie (some cartoon) and I had to go to the bathroom. We were standing next to each other at the urinal (pre-dividers!) and I was trying to check him out, not too subtly, it turns out. I remember him as being huge but I was a pre-pubescent boy so any adult would have looked like an anaconda 🙂 He caught me and asked "Is this what you want to see?" I was mortified. He might have used the opportunity later to explain things but that's not how my family worked. I was way too shy with my older cousins when I might have had a chance.

That's why you're one of our hero's, silly .....

I guess I'm just lamenting when I could walk out of my room and not give a shit whether there was lube everywhere, versus having to clean up after 🙂 I miss Club Z in Seattle....you could stay there a whole weekend....................I've heard.

I can easily get double digits at an active CumUnion party or similar event in Palm Springs or LA. My personal best was 14 confirmed breeding in one night at a bear event at CCBC. I also bred 4 holes that night, the last after my 14th breeding and a couple hours after I thought I was finished for the night.

I'm not exclusively a bottom by any means, and don't always have the time or energy to act, but mentally am pretty much always in heat.

I like number seven. He's on his back taking it missionary from number ten but he's also got his head down under number 6 with his dick in his mouth. I also like number 1 because that's a great position to take a long dick really deep. I would def. make it a point to get fucked by 3, 4, 8, 10, 12, 15, 16, 17, and 18. If I could get loads from each of them that would be nine cum loads in my hole and a really great party. I need to go to a party soon.