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If memory serves me, the guys were wearing condoms during the Czech fuckwall sex from years ago. In these two hot scenes from ThisVid the sex is bareback and with some sizable, thick cocks squirting in holes. OINK! Enjoy! [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/breeding-wall-1/ [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/breeding-wall-2/

This thread is so hot. I do love hearing how a breeder absolutely loves to grind his horny manhood inside a desirable fuck hole as deeply as possible to have a satisfying ejaculation. I love having a horny man ejaculate inside me, I crave it all the time. If he wants to talk dirty to me he just needs to tell me how much he needs to bury his horny seed deep inside me. I would beg him to message me anytime he's horny to breed me.

great question, and thank you @tallslenderguy for this response. it sort of gets to the point - or the underlying "issue" which may be "getting in the way." disclaimer: I do believe that society and expectations to conform or not to "realize" our true self or "calling" is a whole other variable worth exploring. Is it nature? Is it nurture? LOL.. I have described my instinct (nature) when I was a young adolescent boy that when i saw a horny man rubbing his erection my desire was to find a way to offer and provide him my ass to breed. it's just what I thought was the natural carnal way to handle the situation. to this day, if I am "true to myself" I want to offer my gay ass to every man on the planet, hoping that a small handful of them are willing and interested to follow their carnal desire to breed a sweet hole when offered. I don't think you can over think this honestly; given the above disclaimer about social pressure and conformity... but I honestly argue this is a nature thing - not a nurture thing. and if you really need men to ejaculate inside you - I would like to think at 52 it would have happened by now. life provides lots of opportunities, unless you never left the safety and comfort of not doing anything to explore. but then I would argue carnal desire is more powerful and so maybe you're sexuality is just different...?

I was always bicurious. When I was 18, I started dressing like a sissy in thongs, miniskirts, and all the lingerie my sisters wore with their boyfriends. I think my problem is being too androgynous. I even went out at night to walk on the same street where trans prostitutes hung out, and they always mistook me for one of them. I loved the looks, especially from older, depraved men who had a taste for guys like me. I used to go to erotic cinemas or sex shop booths, arriving dressed as a twink that men desired, dressing up in dark places, and going out in heels, stockings, and tight dresses. Of course, I never went beyond just touching, because penetration was still out of the question. It seemed difficult because of the pain and my inexperience. It was on a Halloween night, after drinking, my friends suggested I get some candy ❄️💊. I'd heard it was super easy to find a seller on Grindr, so that's how I went down the rabbit hole, if you know what I mean 🐇... It was then that I first felt like someone new was being born inside me. So many guys, so many possibilities, so many dicks, so many filthy perversions I was about to experience, which gave me a reason to become a drug-addicted whore... When I finally managed to contact someone without a photo and only a checkmark symbol, my stupid, drunk, and inexperienced brain thought, "Why not?" He just looks like someone who sells... How wrong I was about my future parents I answered and they said you were looking for a guy. I said a little fun to buy. They told me the amount and when it would arrive, nothing out of the ordinary. I paid and left, but I was about to realize they were just playing with me. Now I understand, with the experience of a slut I have, I know they were just looking for someone who wanted to get lost and they could use as their new toy. I ate the sweets with my school friends. It was my first time and obviously there was no limit or quantity to start with. Curiously, I imagine they knew how stupid kids like me are. After 40 minutes, a message arrived with a picture of two dicks, one black and one brown, so delicious that I got nervous. My legs trembled as if I had chills. I was so nervous that someone would notice and know my faggot secret. I thought, damn, they look delicious. I replied, "Aaaah, hmmm. Sorry, did you make a mistake?" Or why were the photos meant to make me look straight? How stupid of me, obviously they knew I'm a bottom, I thought. 🙄 Hey, dude, would you like us to pick you up from your party? There's a motel around the corner. You can bring the little bags you bought us. ❄️ Miss Tina was calling me like a damn demon. I answered yes, but I only give blowjobs. They responded with emojis 🤣🤣🤣. "Don't worry, I guess you're in prep," they said. I didn't know what that was, I just said I don't like them hahaha (boy, was I right). "We'll just play, you make the rules," they insisted mockingly. Being young, inexperienced, and not admitting your role in life makes you the perfect toy. 🍒😝 On the way there, they told me the motel we were going to didn't accept three people, so I had to hide in the trunk. I had a bad feeling, but the rush of experiencing something like this for the first time wasn't going to pass me by. 👿 We arrived, and the first thing they told me was not to make too much noise and to follow their instructions. They gave me a suitcase and told me to go to the bathroom to change.. I opened the damn pigs' boxes and they brought me jockstraps, harnesses, a miniskirt, and various dildos, along with a water bottle. For dads and teachers of boys like me, that symbol G means... I got dressed, took a deep breath, and decided to be who I truly am. To this day, I think it's very likely that while I was changing, my future parents hid cameras and recorded what they'll turn me into. 🐇💊❄️☣️ The first thing they did was make me kneel, put Miss Tina on the pipe, and say, "You look so handsome, baby." I blew on it and felt like a demon possessed me. I put their cocks in my mouth with that rancid taste and the strong smell of sweat from a man who masturbated and probably didn't shower. They told me, "Drink plenty of water, boy. Sometimes this is a long time and you're going to need to hydrate..." 💦💦 Part 2 I took a sip from the bottle, that chemical taste, I thought, must be the pipe I'm smoking from. I felt warm, I looked in the mirror, I felt so piggish. I was shaking my ass to turn on my parents who were saying, "You look very young, I hope you're not underage or the same age, okay?" I thought, "How shameless!" But damn, their cynicism while they said it with those devilish smiles and their extra-hard dicks with a metal ring holding them, and ESPECIALLY THAT TATTOO ☣️ which I still didn't know the meaning of but found hot. They made me feel like, "Here, you're the stupid one, shut up and keep going 🔥..." I was getting more and more dizzy, I could barely speak properly, when finally my first time happened... the best feeling of my gay existence. "Dude, get on all fours like in that straight porn that was on the hotel screen," they told me. "See that blonde girl? Think about her, be her... imitate her." I was watching TV and thinking, "Damn, yeah." I got on all fours with my ass up, my waist arched, wearing jockstraps and a miniskirt. I heard my parents say, "Let's put on a condom," when what they were really doing was putting some Coca-Cola powder and Vaseline on one of their dicks. CONDOM YES OF COURSE HUMM here you go baby ❄️ The black daddy grabbed my face and told me how beautiful and young I was, that he liked them exactly like me 🐇 here, take a deep smoke and blow those clouds on daddy's cock ☁️☁️ While the other guy was penetrating me so hard, grabbing my hips and making my little cock swing, to this day I still feel every inch of him inside me. Every time I take a shower, every time I walk and wiggle my round ass, I think of you, daddy. I know you're there waiting for me. After 10 glorious minutes, between each instruction to drink water, blow, suck, and wiggle my ass while their cocks were inside me, I felt sleepy. I lifted my ass higher in my jockstraps and put my head on the pillow. What happened next was a simple Hey kid, wake up, get dressed, we have to go. I nodded. OK... what's up? Wait, you're already dressed. They had a different way of acting, harsher, more aggressive, 😡 demanding that I get dressed quickly and calling me stupid. I guess it's a psychological tactic they use to play with our minds, creating a state of trauma that we fall in love with, which WORKED 🖤♥️💚. I got into the car; they were very serious and staring at me in the rearview mirror the whole time. I told them, "You can drop me off here; I just have to walk home." They looked at me to say goodbye one last time... they touched my cheek and said, "What a fun kid you are. We know that from now on you'll know how to have even more fun. Oh, and by the way, you're welcome. Happy birthday!" Birthdays, what are they talking about? I thought, how weird. When I started walking home, my legs were wobbly and my ass was dripping. I thought, damn, what happened? Was it the lube, the Vaseline? This is the lesson I want to teach when you're feeling down 🚀 What you worry about most is what you forget most easily. I forgot that I used to only suck and use condoms. I discovered what it's like to be free, how beautiful it is to feel flesh on flesh, the sweat, the smell 🐷🐽, which means what real men mean, where the strongest dominate the weakest.

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Ok, guys. Here it is. More action this time. Thanks for the past reactions and comments. As I wrote before, the poz theme and writing style was new for me. I'm thinking one more chapter after this to wrap it up. Hope you enjoy. Coach Sanders 4 Next day, Coach told us we were going back to the gym. My gym. The one where it all went down. He’d fed us some clouds before. Not too much. Just enough to get us chasing it. We walked in. Front desk guy nodded. No smile. Just that look like he knew what was coming. We got dressed. Same gear as before. Inside, the usual hum. Plates clanking. Music low. A couple guys glanced over. One lifted his chin, then dropped back into deadlifts. No drama. Just recognition. Coach headed straight to the rack. We followed. “Start with pulls,” Coach said, “Then we build.” I gripped the bar. It was heavier than usual. Realized that was the point. Greg was behind me, counted slow. Coach watched my form. The reps stacked. Breath shortened. Sweat hit the mat. Coach didn’t praise. Didn’t correct. Just nodded once when I racked the bar. Then loaded the next set. Told me rows, then sleds. I dropped into position. Gripped the bar. It moved like it was stuck in cement. Every pull a fight. Nothing smooth. Just grind and breath. The sound of Greg counting slow behind me. We moved to sleds. Then trap bar carries. No breaks. We were soaked through. Gear clinging, see through, stretched tight across our pecs. Tight across our bulges. Just like before. Everything showed. Greg caught one guy staring. Smirked. “Told you,” he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. “Words out. They'll be lining up for that ass of yours.” Coach didn’t react. Just loaded the next set like none of it mattered. “Last round,” he said. “Make it count.” I dug in. Pushed. Pulled. He watched the final rep. Didn’t nod. Just said, “Enough.” I was cooling down, gear soaked, breath started to settle. Coach was by the door, talking to Jack. The trainer from before. Jack just smiled my way. Pocketed something. Turned to leave. Greg was stretched out next to me, pecs rising slow. Eyes half-closed. He motioned to the presses. Told me I had a fan. I checked it out. Saw him. Mid-thirties, lean build. Not soft. Not bulky. Hair buzzed close, jaw sharp, eyes steady. Hadn’t seen him here before. Schedules probably didn’t mesh. Then he walked over. Looked down at Greg, then back to me. “Looking good,” he said, grabbing my ass. Voice low. No small talk. “I hear you’ve been offering up that ass.” I wiped my face, nodded back. “Yep.” He stepped closer, not crowding. “Let’s go.” I looked at Greg, still cooling down. Now half-asleep on the mat. Coach glanced over. Gave a shrug, like go ahead. We walked past the showers, past the rows of locker. Into the corner where the light was low. The walls didn’t echo too much. He straddled the bench. I pulled off my soaked T-shirt, dropped it on the floor. Stretched out, arms up, abs tight. He sat there. Nodded. Like yeah, he liked it. Next I turned around. Peeled off my tights, slow. Steady. Fabric stuck for a second before sliding down. I stepped out of them, planted my feet. Gave him a better look. Then let him see my ass. Tight. Showed how much work I’d done. Every step, every rep. It was there. “Fuck yeah,” he growled, tossing his gear. Hands spread my ass. “Goddamn.” I smiled, flexed my glutes. “Coach makes me train legs three times a week. Said if I wanted to get attention, I’d need to work on it.” I shifted my stance. Straddled the bench. Bent over. Relaxed, then tightened up my hole. He saw it. Grunted at the shape, depth. Control. Wasn’t showing off. Just let it speak for itself. “Fuck yeah,” he growled behind me, spreading me open with his fingers. Felt the loads Coach and Greg had dumped in me. “Nice sloppy hole.” I pushed back. Told him I needed it. Begged. He growled. Stood. Positioned himself at my hole. I pushed back. “Shit!” I gasped at the size but kept on taking it. I eased myself about halfway. Pulled out. Left the head in me. Then slammed down. Tried to fuck myself with all 9 inches. I craved it. Picked up speed. He didn’t need to do anything. I was doing it all. He just stayed there steadying himself, moaning. Felt my hole wrapped around his shaft. Tight, like a vise. The sound of our grunts filled the empty space. I kept on. My hole needed to be fed. I couldn’t stop. Slammed back into him. Suddenly he took over. Shoved me down on the bench. Started pounding into me. I lay there. Hard cock rubbing against the wooden plank. He reached under me. Grabbed my pecs. Pinched my now swollen nips. Yeah, by this point Coach had done a number on them. Said there’d be no way to hide them. Not that I’d even try now. I yelled out. Tightened up more on his thickening cock. “Goddamn fuck!” he yelled, falling on my sweaty back, and fed my hungry hole with hot load. We stayed there, him on top of me. My still hard cock against my abs underneath. “Damn,” he said, rolling off, and stood. “You’ll be here tomorrow?” “Yeah,” I told him. “A few more days. Then go back to classes. Back to my regular times.” That’s when Greg walked in. Stopped, saw my dripping hole. “You two need a minute?” he joked, interrupting us. I smirked, eyes on the guy’s slimy cock. “Naw. We’re good.” The guy laughed, low and quiet. Then glanced at me, then back at Greg. “Tomorrow. Noon. I wanna hit that again.” I smiled. Fingered my sloppy hole. Pecs twitching. Could feel his eyes on me now. Told him I’d be there. He grabbed his gear. Looked back one last time. “Good. I won’t go so easy on you next time.” Then left. “Yep, definitely a fan,” Greg grinned, straddling the bench behind me. He leaned into my hole. Blew into it. I moaned. Felt his tongue dig into me, lap it up. Fuck! It was still tender from the rut. Finally he slapped my ass, told me to sit up. Wrapped his arms around me. Grabbed my nips. I sat back against his sweaty pecs. Turned my face to his. We kissed. Swapped the load. A few guys had come to the spot by then. One of them, Dan, raised his eyebrows. “Fuck. You keep doing that around here and expect us not to get ideas?” I laughed. Greg grinned. Pulled a couple rigs from his waistband. Said Coach had taken care of it. No interruptions. The room shifted. Energy thick. One by one, the others nodded. No words. Just that look. They wanted in. And we were ready to give it to them. The rest of my break was the same. Work out. Slam. Then loads from anyone who wanted me. School was finally back in session. Crowds, lectures, noise. I couldn’t sit still. Mind kept drifting. Cock. Loads. I needed it. Then I saw him crossing the quad. Solid. Pecs tight in a polo, arms flexed. Could make out the lines from his jockstrap through his shorts. Probably fresh from the gym. Walked like he didn’t care who stared. He looked at me. Held it. He knew. I unzipped my hoodie. Let him see me. No shirt on. Pecs hard. Abs showed when I moved. Legs solid in tight jeans. Bulge popped. He tilted his head toward the library. No words. Just a look. I followed. Close, but not too close. He walked through the main doors. Passed the front desk. Stopped at the stairs. Looked back. Made sure I was there. He nodded. Went down. Basement level. Didn’t slow. Kept moving. Straight down the hall toward the bathroom. Went in. I followed. Let the door swing shut. Locked it. Was just us now. Saw him at the urinal. No sound of piss hitting though. I moved next to him. Eyes down on his cock. Uncut. A handful. He just stood there. Shook his cock. Teased me. Then covered up. “Fucking fag. I knew it,” he growled, grabbing my neck, tight. I froze. Couldn’t breathe. Thought this is it. I’m dead. Then, he smiled, pulling me in for a kiss. “You WERE checking me out a couple of months ago.” It was him! The one who clocked me! We went at it. He tossed his polo. Tossed my hoodie. Hands went over each other’s hairless pecs. Down over ripped abs. Felt each other up. Cocks were hard. I unzipped my jeans. Pulled them down. He pushed me against the sink. Smiled. Saw my jockstrap. Stuck a finger in my hole. Called me a goddamn fucking cumdump. I moaned. Told him I needed a load. Bad. “Fucking show me how bad,” he barked, standing back. Arms up. Hands behind his neck. Pits smooth. Shaved. Fucking cock bulging out his shorts. I tossed my jeans. Dropped to my knees. Looked up. Moaned. Saw his pecs stacked like a shelf. Nips thick, pushed down. Out against the muscle. Abs cut. Obliques flared. Veins running down his arms, thick across his forearms. I was jealous. He stepped closer. Just enough to smell the sweat and musk coming from his crotch. I pulled down his shorts, jockstrap. Freed his cock. Was fucking drooling. I leaned in. Dragged my tongue up his shaved ball sac. Up his shaft. Into his ripe foreskin. Was fucking moaning from the stench hitting my nostrils. Then took him down. “Fuck, dude!” he moaned, pulling me up. Pushed me back towards the sink. “Need to breed that hole!” He kicked my legs apart. Bent me over. Ran his cock up, down my crack. Could feel my hole twitching. I begged for his load. He groaned. Forced his way in. My hands shot out. Grabbed the sink. He bottomed out. I held on. Kept hitting my prostate, hard. Our moans echoed in the tiled room. His cock rammed into me. I whimpered. Told him to fucking breed me. He just laughed. Fucking said I belonged there. In the fucking basement, taking loads all day. Like the fucking cumdump I was. He was right. I did! Was! Coach had seen to it. I’d spent most of break taking loads at the gym. And now I’d just followed this guy. Was getting bred in a public bathroom on campus. He pulled halfway out. Slammed back into me. Could hear him panting. Struggle for breath. His cock pulsed in my hole. He gripped my hips. Pushed in again. Then he said it. Told me he was poz. Said Coach had told him to keep an eye out for me. Been told I’d turned. Was hunting poz loads now. I moaned. Couldn't believe my luck. He kept on. Rammed his cock in me. I begged for his load. Told him Coach had made me a poz cumdump. Always on the hunt. Always ready for a load. That did it! He slammed into me. Coated my hole with his toxic jock load. I fucking loved it! He let go of my hips. Pulled out. I took a breath. Fell to my knees. He smirked. Grabbed my head. Shoved his cock in my mouth. I took it. Wanted to taste his load. My juices. I stayed on him. Cleaned it like usual. Couldn’t get enough. Then he told me was worth the wait. Lots of guys were waiting for the word. Would make sure it got out. Then he stiffened. Moaned, “Bro, I really gotta piss.” I didn’t stop. Just wrapped my lips tighter on the head. Looked up at him. He hesitated. Warned me again. I kept at it. Then his lips curled. Knew what I wanted. His piss. He relaxed. It came spurting out, hot. Into my mouth. I clamped down. Swallowed. He didn’t stop. Pissed like a fucking racehorse. Could taste it in my mouth. On my tongue. Salty. Sharp. I gulped. Then we heard it. Someone trying to get in. We stood still. Piss still going down my throat. Then footsteps went away. The flow slowed. Stopped. He shook the last drops on my tongue. Stepped back. “I’m Todd,” he said, pulling up his jockstrap, shorts. “Ben,” I told him. He put on his polo. Grinned. Said he knew. Walked to the door. Told me get dressed. Wait 5 minutes. I’d see him again. I nodded. Saw him check the hallway. Then leave. I grabbed my clothes. Thought about what happened. I should’ve put them on. Left. But I didn’t. Went to the last stall instead. Sat down. Waited. It didn’t take long. Heard the door open. Footsteps echoed. Stopped. Saw the beat-up work boots under the stall door. Bucket next to him. Janitor. I looked up. His fingers curled on top of the stall door. Then pushed. He was about Coach’s age. Built like he used to be something. Shoulders wide, wrists thick. But the years had softened him. Gut hanging, face worn deep. Silver buzz cut, jaw still sharp. Saw me sitting on the toilet. Nothing on but my jockstrap. His eyes scanned me. Took his time. Could see he was impressed. Then he caught the look in my eye. Saw what I wanted. What I was offering. He parked the bucket, leaned on the mop like it was part of him. Eyes steady, unreadable. Then smirked. Walked in. Said show me what you got. I stood up. Faced the wall. Straddled the bowl. Hands on the wall. He grunted at my sloppy hole. Didn’t mention the obvious mess leaking out. I didn’t have to say it. Just bent my knees. Squatted. Kept my head down. He smacked my ass. Let his cock out. Said, yeah, that’s what I thought. Found me a goddamn fag. Then shoved it in. I gulped. He went deeper. No time, his wiry pubes were scratching at my ass. I’d shaved that morning. Then he started on me. Rough. Hard. Like a fucking rutting pig. I pushed at the wall. Braced myself. Took all of it. “Gonna fucking cream that faggot ass,” he growled, gripping my hips till they hurt. Bruised. I accepted it. The way he talked to me. Told him to do it. Told him to fucking cream my faggot ass. I wanted it. That got him going. He shoved it in to the hilt. I bore down. He pushed in one last time with a grunt. Exploded deep in me. Then pulled out. Told me turn around. Slapped my face with his cock. I didn’t need to be told. I licked off his cum. And Todd’s cum from before. He kept staring at me. Disgusted. Snarled. He turned. Didn’t even close the stall door behind him. Told me I had 5 minutes. Then walked out. I sat there. Hard. Knew I’d be back for more. Was hooked! In between everything going on, I’d kept in touch with Chuck. Just like Coach told me to. We started to meet up at the gym. Talk about Coach. How he’d got me in shape. How he’d pushed me harder than anyone. Chuck leaned in when I talked about the workouts. About what came after. Told him most of it. How Coach turned me into a musclejock. Into a fucking cumdump. Yeah, he’d been there that first time at my gym, so he knew that part. But not the part about how Coach had bumped me. Pozzed me. That I’d ended up begging for it. How he took me to the old gym after. Had been gang banged. That part was Coach’s call. Chuck soaked it up. Said he wanted to be reworked, like me. Started pushing for it harder. Asking more questions. I watched him close from then on. His body started showing the work. Shoulders looked fuller. Pecs had real shape. Arms thicker. Would pop even more smooth. Even the way he moved had more control. More power behind it. And I'd been telling Coach. Honestly I liked it. Spending time with him. Had always wanted a bud to talk about things. Sure, Greg was still around. But he was older. Been around this for years. Had his own plans. Plus, yeah, Chuck was fucking me. So were a few others there. Fucker couldn’t wait to take me in the back post-workout. Hell. I never left without a couple of loads in me. But always gave him first crack. It kept him coming back. He’d watch how I moved. How smooth my body looked. How the sweat rolled off my pumped muscles. Then he’d watch me take cock. Wouldn’t say much. Just leaned against the wall, took it all in. Like he wanted that for himself. We talked about it. Asked him once what he was thinking when I got fucked by the guys there. He smiled. Said he was just watching how much I was into it. And yeah, how much he envied me. Told him he had to try it. Join in. He just looked me over. Said he’d do it, if I fucked him to get things started. Course I laughed. Told him I liked taking it too much. It was true. But yeah couldn’t tell him Coach had other plans for him. Coach brought it up one night months later. Just me and him at his place. Asked how it was going. I grinned. Told him Chuck was locked in. Said he wanted to be built. Was good with the long hours at gym. But even better, was good with the cumdump part. Coach didn’t answer right away. Just watched me. Like he remembered how it started with us. Then asked me if Chuck could handle it. All of it. Said I thought so. Said even if Chuck freaked when he found out the main part, I’d be there to make sure he’d beg for it in the end. Coach just laughed. Fucked me good that night. Made final plans. Next day, Chuck rolled in right on time. Was pulling on my gear. The usual whites. Told him Coach had asked about him. His face shifted. Like he’d been waiting for that. We hit the weights like usual. Chuck was fired up. Said he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Told him to chill. Focus. Chuck nodded. Got under the bar. Hit his reps clean. No talking. Just in the moment. After we cooled down. Stretched out on the mat. Sweat soaked. Told him Coach wanted to talk about getting him set up. And everything that meant, back at his place. Asked if he was sure about it. Chuck sat up. Wiped his face. Smiled. Said let’s go. We went straight back to Coach’s. Door shut behind us. Dropped our bags by the wall. Told Chuck he’d be there once practice was over. I stripped down to my jock. He stood there like he was waiting for a cue. I nodded. Told him to do the same. He paused, then peeled off his shirt. Kicked off his shoes. Dropped his shorts. I grabbed a towel. Wiped down my pecs. Tossed it to him. Told him this was how it started. Coach had got me down to a jockstrap. Chuck didn’t say anything. Just wiped down. Then followed me through the hallway to the bedroom. He stood there in his jock, checking out the scene of the crime. “So this is where it happened,” he said. More statement than question. Yeah, I sighed. Grabbed the packed pipe. Lit it. Took a deep pull. Exhaled. “He fucked me here for the first time.” I sat on the edge of the bed. Let the silence stretch. Waited for him to speak. Chuck didn’t say anything. Just stood there, eyes scanning the room. Like he was trying to see it. Me and Coach. What it looked like. What it felt like. I took another hit. Passed it to him. He hesitated. Said he’d never done T. Told him it wasn’t about that. Said it’d be ok. Said it helped me with Coach that first time. Would make it easier to take him. He looked at me. Took the pipe. Brought it to his lips. Dragged light. Let it out fast. Coughed once, eyes watered. Told him to try again. Ease into it. Hold it. He did. Slower this time. Eyes half shut. He let out a low moan. Let it settle. Then passed it back. Told him it was all his. He growled. I torched the bowl. He dragged deep. Held it. Let it out. I watched him shiver. Told him Coach had saved me. Showed up when it counted. Chuck nodded. Took another hit. Let out a big white cloud. Then he looked at me. Said he was ready. Said if this was where it started, he wanted in. I stood. Leaned in. Kissed him. “Hope so, boy,” Coach growled, eyes locked on us through the cloud. “Ben says you know the deal. I’m gonna rework you. But it comes with a price.” He stepped closer. Voice low. “You’ve seen what this musclejock can do. You sure you’re ready for that?” Chuck looked at me. Moaned. Answered quickly, “Yes, Sir.” “Coach. Just Coach,” he smiled, tossing his clothes. Chuck nodded. Answered right that time. Coach walked to the bed, dropped on it. Leaned back. Told us to get on. One on each side. We jumped on. Coach spread his arms. Smelled his pits. I looked at Chuck. Knew what he was thinking. Could smell it. The fucking scent of a real man. Both of us moaned. Inhaled. Dove into them. Lapped up the sweat. “That’s it, boys,” Coach growled, shoving us deeper into his pits. “Fucking get a good taste of Coach’s smell. Been in the gym getting those jocks sweaty. Built. Ready for more.” We went for it. Faces were covered in sweat now. Coach was loving it. Told us about one of the jocks he was working. Max. Said we’d like him. Tall. Six three. Shoulders wide, hips narrow. We just moaned. Listened to him go on while we stayed on his pits. Then satisfied he pulled us back. Felt him squeeze my neck. It was on. He slid a finger in our holes. Could see Chuck’s eyes closing. Was fucking flying now. I leaned in. Kissed him hard. Told him he was lucky Coach had picked him. Then reminded him there was no going back now. It was gonna happen. He grunted. I growled. Looked at Coach. Gave him the signal. Coach smiled. Gripped our necks. Pulled us down to his cock. Held us there. Eyes moved between us. “Ben,” he said, gripping my jaw, guiding me. “Show him how it’s done.” And I did! Went to town on it. Mouth over shaft. Licking it. Kissing it. Hands on his full balls. Balls ready to infect. Chuck just watched, breath ragged. Then Coach took over. Set the pace. Didn’t ease up. One hand on me, other on Chuck. Coach growled. Told Chuck to go for it. Chuck was there, next to me now. Both working on Coach. His grip on both of us, firm. But it was Chuck I watched. Paid attention to. The way his mouth worked on his shaft. Foreskin. The way his eyes flicked to mine, steady. It was time! I drew back. Held the shaft. Pulled down Coach’s skin. Scorpion was out now! Leaking its venom. Chuck didn’t notice at first. Then did. He pulled back. Fucking scared. I grabbed his hand, tight. Felt the tension in his fingers. Knew I had to do something. So I sat up. Rolled my shoulders. Flexed, slow. Controlled. Pecs tight, arms curled. Abs sharp under soft light. Chuck watched. Eyes locked. Breathing heavier now. T had taken over. I looked at him. Let him know Coach had pozzed me that first night. Told him it was part of the deal I made. And if he wanted this, really wanted it. He’d have to take all that came with it. He’d be wrecked. Pozzed. But be built back up. Better. Also told him we were in this together. He’d be trained to take cock like I did. All shapes, sizes. Poz loads. Any loads. In his hole, down his throat. Would learn to fucking love it. He moaned. Ran a hand over my pecs. Skin smooth under his palm. Didn’t say anything at first. Just took in what I told him. Then Coach made his move. Started prepping Chuck’s hole. That sealed the deal! Chuck moaned with every scratch, scrape of Coach made. Chuck grabbed my neck. Told me if that’s what it took, he wanted it. Wanted to be poz. Just like me. Our foreheads touched. Tongues met. Spit mixing. We moved together down the bed. I shifted. Pushed him down on his back. Told him to tell Coach. He needed to hear it. Chuck moaned. Looked Coach in the eyes. Begged to be pozzed. Begged to be wrecked. To be built up again into something new. Coach growled. Said he’d do it. Said Chuck only had to take enough loads to make it stick, for now. Chuck moaned. Arched his back. Gave Coach more access. Said to fucking do it. Poz him. Wanted to get it over with. Coach smiled. Said good boy. That’s all he needed to hear. Then shoved his cock in. “Fuck yeah!” Chuck yelled out, head falling back. Eyes still on me. “Fucking poz me, Coach!” Coach didn’t hold back. He picked up the pace. Rammed his cock in and out. It was wild. I stared at Chuck. God, he was beautiful. The hair on his pecs was covered in sweat. I couldn’t stand it. I went down. Licked them. Tasted the chem sweat. That’s when it hit me. I wanted to fuck him! Fill his hole with my poz load. Coach saw the look on my face. Told me no. I sat back. Breath hard. Was told I was just still a fucking cumdump. But I was hard! Fucking harder than I’d ever been. I laughed. Looked at Coach pile driving into Chuck. Knew I’d made a deal with the devil. Would get to pay it forward when Coach gave me the go ahead. Coach just kept on. Ignored me. Slammed into Chuck. “Fuck yeah, Coach. Please! I need it!” he begged, taking Coach’s cock to the root every time. The thrusts went on. Grunts filled the room. I just kept watching. Saw Chuck’s cock stretch out his precum soaked pouch. Coach saw it too. Saw me drooling for it. He pulled it out. Told me go for it. Was my reward. I moaned. Licked my lips. Licked up the precum dripping out the folds of his foreskin. Chuck was getting close. Could see it throbbing. Chuck grabbed me. Pulled me down on him. Wrapped my tongue around him. Just held on. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Chuck yelled out, spurting out a load. “Goddamn fucking poz cumdump!” I moaned. Didn’t know if he meant me or him. Didn’t matter. Like I told him. Were in this together. I pulled back, mouth full. Kissed him. Swapped one of the last neg loads he’d have. Same time we felt the bed shake. It was Coach. He let out a final roar. Fired off a toxic load into Chuck. That’s when we heard a raspy cough. Rough. Dry. It was Pete. The one who first had my spot. The one who wrecked me good the last time. Was right on time. He stood just inside the room. Piss-stained jockstrap low on his waist, stretched out. Been the first time I’d seen him since that night. Couldn’t help it. I forgot about Chuck. My hole ached. Had all come back to me. How his laddered cock felt fucking me. He looked at me first, then Chuck. Chuck nodded, not sure what was happening. Pete didn’t return it. Just stepped closer, eyes locked on me. “Ben, you remember Pete,” Coach chuckled, putting his hand on my thigh. Pete’s eyes dropped to my pecs, then down to my crotch. Paused. Looked back up to me. Like he was waiting. Coach gripped my thigh. I shifted, just enough to let my thigh press harder against Coach’s. I pulled down my pouch. Let Pete see me. Cock out, hard, throbbing. Shaved. Coach still didn’t move. Pete took in Coach’s grip on me. The way I leaned into Coach. “You bulked up. Shaved now,” he said, grabbing his crotch. I didn’t answer. Just held his stare. Pete’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. “Coach didn’t waste time.” Then Pete came closer. Just gave me that look. Like he knew what I wanted. And hell yeah, I did. Because I liked what he’d done to me. He’d been rough. Cruel. Hadn’t held back. I’d been fucking hunting for it ever since. His hand slid up my thigh to my hole. Fingers firm, pressed just enough to make me hold still. Looked at me like he knew he could do anything to me right then. I tried not to moan. But did, barely. Coach caught it. Hand gripped me tighter. My hips shifted before I could stop myself. Pete saw it. Smirked. “Yeah,” he snarled, tossing his jockstrap. “You need it.” Then turned to Chuck. “But later. That’s the one I came for.” I gulped. Surprised it wasn’t laddered. I looked at Coach. Then heard Chuck moan. Saw his eyes locked on the scorpion on top. Saw how he took in the way it moved, throbbed. Heavy. Like it knew exactly what it was built for. He lay back. Offered himself up. Pete stood by the side of the bed. Grabbed Chuck’s jaw, turned his face. Looked him over like a piece of meat. Chuck didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. He was fucking ready for more. I could see it. So could Coach. Pete leaned in. Told Chuck to get ready. Chuck nodded. Opened his mouth wide. Swallowed it all. Pete growled. I watched it go all the way down Chuck’s throat. Then halfway out. Then back in again. Chuck was fucking loving it. Then Pete grabbed his wrists. Pulled them over his head. Tied them to the headboard. I just sat there. Surprised. Didn't know about this part. Then I heard it. Pete snapped his fingers. Coach got up. Grabbed a rig from the drawer. Tossed me a strap. Told me to get Chuck ready. Then told me I’d be next. I obeyed, no questions. Wrapped his bicep tight. Pete just smirked at me. Told Coach he always knew how to pick them. Then he moved down. Spread Chuck’s dripping hole with his cock. This point, Chuck knew what was coming. He looked at me. Strap now around my bicep. Nodding. I told him again. We were in it together. That's all he needed to hear. He looked up. Saw Coach holding the rig at his vein. Down at Pete at his hole. He sighed. Nodded. Pete smiled. Cracked his knuckles. “Let’s get on with it,” he said, looking right at Chuck. Coach grunted. Pushed it in. Drew the register. Slammed Chuck. Chuck moaned. Eyes rolled back. Had gotten a big dose. We’d be here a while. Pete leaned in. Said, you wanted it, now you gotta earn it. Then shoved his cock in. Hard. “Shit yeah!” Even with the pain Chuck yelled out, arms pulling against the ties. Headboard slammed the wall. “Fucking breed my hole!” Chuck was a fucking animal taking it. Had never seen him like this. Raw. Feral. Still he watched me. Hungry. My cock got hard again. Then Coach slammed me. Pushed me down next to Chuck. Said if we really were in it together. Pete would fuck us both. “GOD YES!” I groaned, feeling Pete plunge into me. “Give it to me!” And he did! Shoved his cock hard. Deep. Pounded me open. Chuck lay there next to me. Still tied. He struggled. Begged. Said he wanted to be fucked full of poz cum. Said Pete could do anything to him. If he got his load. Pete laughed. Told him to shut up. Said I was just getting him ready. That didn’t stop Chuck. He kept on. Called me fucking pathetic. Said everyone laughed at me now. Knew they only had to look at me. No challenge. He’d be better. Would be his fucking roided out musclejock whore if he wanted. Would live for him. For his poz loads. I lay there, Pete still in me. Was fucking pissed now. Told Chuck I didn’t care. Knew what I was. Was fucking proud what Coach did to me. Reminded him I was a fucking virgin before that. Had been Coach’s the minute he shoved his cock in me. Pozzed me. I snarled. Looked up at Pete. Told him to wreck Chuck. Pete grunted, knew exactly what I meant. Then pulled out. I moved up. Got up in Chuck’s face. Spit flying. Told him all I’d gone through to get to my spot. The fucking long hours at the gym. Finally told him the truth about the first time Coach fucked me. Yeah. I had gone over there. But Coach fucking stealth bumped with T. Fucking bloodied my hole to make sure his poz load took. Like his was now. Then I took a breath. Told him how I got gangbanged at the other gym. How I took all kinds of poz cock, no problem. And yeah, how Pete fucked me till I bled to make sure it stuck. Chuck gasped. Looked at Pete off to the side now, then back to us. Coach saw the anger I had. The hurt. He grabbed me. Wrapped his arms around me. A fucking flood of emotions came out I didn’t know I had. I sobbed. He held me tight. Whispered in my ear. Said he was proud of me. I wiped my tears. Looked at Chuck. Pete at his hole again. This time laddered. Chuck hadn’t seen it. Was concentrated on me. I smiled. Then really tore into him. Told him it had all been planned. Coach had me work on him. All those fucking hours at the gym I spent, just him and me. I had to get close. Coach ordered me. Till he fucking wouldn’t stop begging for it. Yeah, I’d had it by then. It all came out. Yelled at Coach to let me go. I jumped on the bed. Jabbed a finger in him, felt Coach’s load. I pulled out. Showed him the red. Shoved it in his mouth. Told him it was all because of me that he’d be pozzed. He lay there. Crying. Every fucking word hurt him. Like he tried to hurt me. Then I looked at Pete. Told him to fucking do it. Pete looked at me. At Coach. Then Coach turned to me. Saw I meant it. Gave Pete the okay. Pete slammed in. Chuck cried out at. Felt the ladder shred his hole. I stood there. Back in Coach’s arms. Watched Chuck beg for it to stop. Said he didn’t mean it. Wanted to go home. I just yelled. Told him it was too late. Coach’s load was in him. Was in his fucking bloodstream by now. If he was lucky Pete’s would soon be there too. Then something happened. Chuck relaxed. Gave a slight moan. I looked at Coach. Couldn't believe Chuck was getting into it. Coach just smiled. Let go of me. Told me to go to Chuck. I took a step. Looked back at Coach. Then at Chuck, eyes shut. He was fucking taking it! Could hear his moans get louder. I sat on the shaking bed. Released his wrists. Wiped the sweat from his forehead. He opened his eyes. Looked at me. Look that said he was sorry. I leaned in. Grabbed him hard. Forced his mouth open. Told him he was a fucking pathetic cumdump. Hocked a wad of spit. He swallowed. Moaned. Said it took one to know one. Then lifted his head. Kissed me. “Fuck that shit!” Pete yelled out, tired of the dramatics. “Get the fuck out the way, Ben. YOU, BOY, ALL FOURS!” I growled. Told Chuck I was right there if he needed me. He nodded. Swung himself over. Never let go of Pete. Was doggy now. “Fucking do it!” Chuck yelled out, full of energy again. He looked at me. Pushed back on Pete’s bloody ladder. “Fucking wreck me!” I don’t remember how long Pete fucked him after that. Was busy with Coach. Next thing I remember. They’re both moaning. Getting close. We stopped. Watched Pete push Chuck down on the bed. Raise his hips. Ram it down one last time. Then groans from both of them. They didn’t move. Coach chuckled. Got up. Held out his hand. Said they needed time. Chuck needed time. I sighed. Said yeah. Got up. Stopped at the door. Saw Chuck cleaning Pete off. Heard the ladder clink his teeth. I smiled. Shut the door behind me. I joined Coach in the living room. Kneeled between his legs. Looked up. Told him it was the fucking hottest scene I’d ever had. Even better than the old gym. Said couldn’t wait to do it again. Then asked about Max. The high school jock. Coach just laughed. Said yeah, he’s 18. Was mine. I moaned. Kissed him. Then admitted I wanted it rough. Wanted to hurt. He smiled. Said he was waiting for that. Said he’d arrange it. Then pulled me on his cock. About an hour later we heard the bedroom door open. Sound of chain links filled the hallway. Then Pete walked out. Dressed. Chuck behind him. Still jockstrapped. But now collared. Leashed. Big smile on his face. I stood up. Walked over. “Fuck, dude,” I moaned, feeling the huge plug in his hole. “There’s no fucking way you didn’t convert.” He just laughed. Said yeah but they weren’t done yet. Said Pete knew a place. I laughed. Said yeah. I knew it. Said maybe I’d catch him there sometime. He moaned. Saw my pouch growing. Said he couldn't wait. Then they left. I heard Coach call me back. Saw him hold out a chrome cock cage. Told me it was time for the next step. I groaned. Went to him. Pulled down my pouch. Offered up my junk. He slipped on the chrome ring. Locked me up. Said I’d only take it off to shave, clean. Till he said so. I nodded. Pulled the pouch over it. Fuck the metal felt heavy. Then I walked over to the mirror. Saw my locked bulge. Grinned. Knew there was no fucking way to hide it in my workout gear. Would fucking get me even more attention. Then I dropped. Crawled to him. Moaned. Said yeah, was still just a fucking poz cumdump for now. Max could wait. And begged him for another load.

So the last 2 days I’ve topped 2 different bottoms. The first was on Friday he found me on Grindr asking if he could blow me. I’m usually a bottom but I like a good blowjob so figured why not and went over to his place. He’s about 5’6” 140lb perky little butt and a killer smile. We make out for a bit before he leads me to the couch and pulls my shorts off. He drops between my legs and slowly swallows my cock swirling his tongue around the head, it’s a good BJ and I’m enjoying myself. About 5min pass when he stands up and completely undresses then takes the rest of my clothes off. He grabs my hand and says “follow me” as he leads us to his bedroom. I lay down on the bed as he gets on top of me in a 69 position my cock in his mouth and his perky ass in my face. I don’t even hesitate I start rimming his tight hole licking and fingering getting it nice and wet. He turns around and places my cockhead at his hole and tells me “I just want to feel the tip ok” he works my cockhead in and out of his tight hole a few times before we start making out again and the more we make out the more my cock slides deeper into him. It’s not long before my 7” cock is balls deep inside and he starts to fuck himself. He rides me a few minutes before I push him on his back and start plowing his hole. A few more minutes of that and I flip him over on his stomach and continue fucking till I tell him I’m getting close he just says “yes”, “breed me”, “give me that load”. I happily oblige bury my cock balls deep and bust my 2 day load inside him. We make out a bit more as we dress and exchange numbers. He wants regular breedings from me now. The second guy I found Saturday on Grindr as I was at work. We chat a bit and plan to meet up when I get off work. And during our conversation tells me he wants me to breed him. After the prior day’s events I figure why not the last time I came was in the other bottom so I’ll use this one to cum today lol. I get off work and get to his place he’s 5’7” 145lb Asian guy with another perky ass. We go to his room and undress as we make out. We get on the bed and he starts blowing me. Another talented cocksucker he works my cock for a few minutes before I move him on his back, push his perky ass up and start rimming and eating his hole. After I have my fill I lube up and slide into his tight hole I fuck him missionary, on his side, leg/legs on my shoulders, doggy, cowgirl, then finally with his head pushed into the mattress and ass in the air I breed him balls deep as well. He flips on his back with my cock still inside him as we make out he jerks his cock till he blows his load across both our chests. We go have a quick shower together, we make out as he washes my body. We get dressed and exchanged numbers as well, he wants regular breedings too haha I still wanna take loads myself but I also wanna keep breeding both of them, I enjoyed topping them, and just topping in general. Plus I’m really turned on by the idea of only cumming in a hole, no jerking off, which is what I do pretty much everyday lol

Love this story! Wish I had a Dad like this! Can't wait for the next chapter!

Interesting take. Since I've never used or been a wingman, I can only speak to what I've observed, but there are at least a couple of different wingman dynamics that exist. I think you may have a regional bias based on where you live. The one you described is the only one that is common in the PNW. In other parts of North America, you see both the dynamic you described as well as true wingman dynamics, where they do actively assist each other in trying to hookup, sometimes going as far as the wingman pretty much whoring out his partner. I've seen guys attempt it in the PNW, but I've never seen it work here, on the other hand it is highly effective in places like Palm Springs and LA where both of these dynamics coexist.