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I don't know if Matthew is in "poz hell" or an endless pleasurable toxic breedings. Hell as Matthew's membership into the Brotherhood continues to elude him, but also a very enjoyable journey of sex with many hot men. I am sure Dr. Matthew considers his poz journey both "Hell" and a "blessing" at various stages, but as we know, it's called, "chasing," for a reason. A chaser never knows when his chase will end until there's a positive HIV test result. Even though Matthew's obsession to become poz by hooking up with unmedicated poz men provider us readers with some excellent erotic stories to incorporate into our online porn perusing, the young doctor needs to let events take their course. I believe having a relaxed and calm mindset for certain things to happen, especially for health and bodily events. is important. Looking forward to chapter 7. As we got a hint of what to expect--a second poz fuck from Keith--Matthew's bottoming experience (now poz journey) coming full circle to the person where it started. Thanks, @Van2man!

Abso-Fuckn-lutly rimmim each other eating what we can snowballing cum kissing

I’ve never said that, I love a good thick one.

Thanks for sharing that throwback. I can't imagine how I missed all of this fun being had in Baltimore. Back in the day I would buy a cheap Amtrak ticket and head straight to Half and O Street in DC. I had always assumed guys from Baltimore traveled to DC since it was so close. I didn't know a whole porno cinema scene existed in Baltimore. But this was long before the internet.

Taking a fist for first time would be a great fantasy and no little achievement by my hole

I'm not sure that's a bad thing, maybe they'll come back after they get some experience. It can and does happen.

Glory holes no longer exist in New York so you would need a time machine that goes back way further than @aol.com e-mail.

The bathhouse staff have never brought it up as an issue with me, but I have little doubt they had complaints about me at times. Yes I do talk to the guys on the bathhouse staff, sometimes even when we aren't fucking 😜 I have mostly made a point to stay away on those nights. I just wish they would have the same courtesy for more explicitly themed events. In yet another irony the Eagle PDX appears to be hosting a monthly night for Omen members to come hang out naked. I'm told having sex in Portland gay bars is legal at the discretion of the establishment, and the Eagle does allow it, the problem is no one dares to take advantage of it even when they aren't hosting one of these events. I'm headed out for 9 days in Palm Springs tomorrow morning, and will hopefully be in a better frame of mind by tomorrow night.

I woke up the next morning and did some stuff around the house. I washed clothes, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed and even cleaned the pool. I met my friends for early drinks and then came home kind of drunk around 9:30 pm. I was feeling horny. I went on BBRT and started to look up profiles again. I looked up the following. 60+yrs old Muscular, average, slim builds Top only Give load in ass, No taking load in ass Give load in mouth, Take load in mouth HIV+ Into kissing, BDSM I hit search. 22 profiles popped up in a 25 mile radius 15 were online I looked them over. There was hot dudes and some old trolls. Several caught my eye. One stood out. TOP 4 Fun and More Older top here. Looking for young guys to play with. I am into connections first then sex. Chemistry is important. Looking for LTR with bottom not one-night stands. I want our passion and pleasure to endure. I am open to convert those bottoms who are worthy. My cock got hard as I read his profile. I opened up his pics and he was handsome, tall and had a nice slim build. When I opened his cock pic my jaw dropped. It was 10" and thick. He had a PA in some pics and none in others. He had what looked like a young slim bottom taking his whole cock. And then the next pic with a huge puddle of cum leaking out of his ass. I grabbed the dildo, lubed it and then shoved it in my ass. I slammed it home looking at this guys pic. It didn't take long for me to cum hard and shoot all over my stomach and bed. I hungrily licked it all up. I kept looking at other profiles and also found another hot one. Daddy looking for Boy Dominant Daddy Top POZ looking for sub boy for LTR. NO minors. Must be 19-28 yrs of age ideal. Must be willing to submit and serve my needs. Only those who are worthy get to be bred and marked by me. Live in situation possible and expected for a committed sub. His pics were hot too. He had a strong face with a beard. He had a daddy bear build to him and a good 8" thick cock with a large PA ring. He had pics of him in leather and a sub in same. I got the dildo again but put it on the cushion and road hit hard. I was so horny. I rode it till I shot again all over the floor. I licked up and cleaned off the dildo. I read more profiles and just go horny again. I didn't know why I was so horny and I couldn't stop reading the profiles and looking at the photos. They all made me so horny. This time I jacked off my cock with lube and squeezed it hard. I was so desperate to cum again even though I had just cum 10 minutes ago but I didn't care. Finally I came with a dribble but it felt good. I was spent and tired and fell asleep.

As an African American United Statian I was wondering as well but I would imagine it depends on the definition of 'real'.

I had a cum dump who thought it was a good idea to eat popcorn for breakfast.

Seeing as his old man's a cop - and he hates you - probably a prison chapter (but that might be a while yet).

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** “Ric” “Mateo” and “Miguel” appear in several of @chi4loads’ stories, including “Ric’s Freshman Year,” and,” and “Ric's 2nd Year At University,” with gracious permission from @chi4loads. You should all read them, they are smokin’ hot stories! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/ CHAPTER 6: As arranged, Matthew Hill met them at the shopping mall, which was bustling with activity – groups of teenagers running and shouting and making mischief, Moms with kids in strollers, elderly people doing a mall-walk circuit, sullen mall employees shuffling around with brooms or maybe store workers on a break, sneaking cigarettes just outside the entrance or eating a quick lunch in the food court. He arranged to meet them here, as it was a central place to all three men. Ric and Mateo lived not three miles away in a affluent suburb while Matthew’s medical practice was a few miles in the other direction. Matthew hadn’t seen them since college graduation ceremonies 10 years ago – and even then, it was just a quick shake of hands and a whispered message, from Mateo into Matthew’s ear: “Anytime you want some pure toxic seed, Ric and I are available…we’re never going on meds, so whenever you’re ready, Matty.” “Matty.” They were the only people who ever had called him that, and the sound of it coming from Ric or Mateo’s lips always got Matthew’s cock stirring, just a bit. He had worked so hard to become “Dr Hill,” that them calling him “Matty” was almost thrilling, in a sneaky, almost forbidden way. He couldn’t fully explain it, all he knew was it made his cock stir. Maybe it was the way they both fascinated and frightened him in college, with their unabashed celebration of their shared HIV status. “Hey, Matty,” he heard behind him, as they approached him on the 2nd floor by the escalators, the place they all agreed to meet. “You look great, Matty,” Mateo said “being a rich doctor certainly agrees with you.” “Oh, I don’t know about rich,” the young doctor replied, “my student loans say otherwise.” “Well, whatever it is,” Ric answered “it agrees with you….except for that one thing missing, right,” he said smiling and running his hands over his stomach and down to his crotch. Motioning ahead of them and off to the right, Ric points the way and says “It’s over here, cmon, boys, let’s get pozzing.” They led him through the throngs of people and stopped in front of what was soon to be a new store at this location: Mattress Universe, or so said the just-installed sign above the entrance, which was closed with a steel cage and a solid steel door behind that. Ric pulled out from his pocket a large ring of keys and finding the right one, unlocked the gate and pulled it upwards so the other 2 men and he could get to the galvanized steel door that came down from above. Unlocking and lifting that up, Ric and Mateo and Matthew stepped inside the empty store and slammed the heavy door closed behind them, although Ric left about a foot of space at the bottom of the metal door, meaning someone on their hands and knees could peer into this place if they wanted. “You leave that opened a bit like that,” Matthew asked, pointing to the space between the metal gate and the floor. “What if someone sees?” “Then they see,” Mateo calmly answered as he moved towards a row of mattress. It pays to advertise. Anyone gets offended they keep moving. Anyone gets excited, they might come back sometime to see what’s going on.” “And anyway,” Ric said, shaking the ring of keys “We’re the mall managers, we got every right to be here. We’re just lucky this store won’t be open for another 2 months…prime pozzing space!” “Now, Matty, get out of those clothes, or do we have to do that for you?” Mateo asked, unbuttoning his shirt and moving towards Matthew. The two men, poz predators that they are, circled around Matthew, who for the first time in his quest for poz status, looked wary of these alpha poz hunters as they sized up their prey. Matthew slowly undressed, undoing the buttons on his Oxford shirt and stripping off the white undershirt, exposing his lean and muscular frame. Ric and Mateo both were in no mood to wait for they were out of their clothes with Ric in front of the young doctor and Mateo in back, pressing his hardening poz, unmedicated, full-blown cock up against the negative flesh of Matthew’s bubble butt. Spitting in his hand and lubing up his AIDS-pole, Mateo quickly pushed Matthew down and drove his cock up the young doctor’s furry little hole, with Matthew letting out a sharp yelp. Mateo withdrew the invading toxic weapon “Nah, we wouldn’t do that to you, would we, Ric,” he assured Matthew, laughing at it. “No, we’ll go easy on you, Matty,” Ric reassured him, with a conspiratorial glance at his husband Mateo. They then led the idealistic young doctor over to a plastic-covered king-sized mattress, Ric telling his partner in depravity “I wanted to pierce his bubble butt first,” half-scolding his hubby Mateo, adding “been waiting 10 years to get up that pussy!” “But first, let’s get this plastic off of this thing,” he said, ripping up the covering from the mattress. Let’s christen this motherfucker right. We don’t ever fuck with a barrier.” They pushed Matthew down on the bed and lifted up his legs for easy access to the negative fuckhole they were about to violate. Mateo, deferring to Ric this time, lubed up his husband’s high-viral cock and Ric responded with beads of viral pre-cum from his pierced cockhead. Mateo gathered some of the seminal fluid on his fingertips and brought them to Matthew’s waiting mouth. “That’s the taste of HIV…enjoy it.” “OK, Matty, here we go, and once we’re in, we’re finishing this job and bringing you into the brotherhood,” Ric announced, plunging the slicked-up pole deep up the young doctor’s cunt. “Yeah, right to the hilt, you’ve got it Matty,” he told the doctor who was squirming at the anal assault, but Mateo lent his hubby a hand by holding down the young doctor and gripping him tightly. Was it a warm, loving embrace or a controlling hold to keep him from getting away, Matthew wondered as Ric drove his cock deeply in and out, while Mateo made sure he couldn’t move too much. Ric’s poz pre-cum was already infiltrating his system, marking him as one of the hundreds of men Ric and Mateo have added to their collection. How ever many further conversions those hundreds of men completed would never be known. Ric was clearly relishing the long-awaited opportunity to breed and seed the one from college “that got away,” for Matthew was literally the only guy who rebuffed Ric and Mateo’s advances and offers to join them in the brotherhood that is HIV/AIDS. But now, at last, his unmedicated cum is going to release its venom on this young doctor’s tight little hole. But as per his arrangement with his loving husband Mateo, his initial fuck of Matthew would now give way to Mateo’s rock hard 9-inch viral cock, and Ric withdrew from Matthew’s mancunt and made way for his husband. Mateo shifted around and without so much as a word to their victim, he drove the AIDS-stick deep up Matthew’s neg hole and let out a string of utterances highlighting his pleasure at the carnal and debauched infection of this young physician. “Oh, yeah, that’s the way, Matty, hold that ass open for me and my toxic cock…it’s working you over right now, Ric and my mutual strain bringing you right into Club Poz.” Mateo, fucking fast and furiously, couldn’t hold out much longer and intensifying his pounding of the doctor’s butthole, he unleashed a torrent of AIDS-cum inside Matthew’s cunt. Even for the multi-cumming Mateo of the legendary poz cum shots, this felt like the most HIV he had ever deposited up a guy’s ass and the deep fulfilment of a successful breeding showed on his face as he beamed a smile at his husband Ric, furiously stroking his own fat, pierced pozzing stick. Mateo finally finished shooting his strains deep up Matthew’s cunt and withdrew for his husband’s turn back up Matthew’s hole to upgrade the young doctor and in just a few strokes of his poz pole deep up Matthew’s ass, Ric followed up his husband’s cum-gusher with a poz fountain of his own HIV inside Matthew’s hole. Matthew, his head buried in the mattress just repeated “breed me, poz me” mantra he repeated every few seconds of the anal assault by the two toxic alpha breeders. Finally, when it was over and both men had done their best to impregnate him with HIV, Matthew turned and saw the two breeding bulls behind him, still stroking their still-hard poz cocks, but Mateo was motioning for another person from the back of the empty store to join them. Matthew wondered what was going on and as he raised his head to see who was approaching, he saw not one, but two men advancing, one a familiar face and one he did not know. “Matthew,” his nurse Keith announced, greeting his employer with a slap on Matthew’s butt. “These guys invited us here to watch but now I think I need to fuck as well. Keith free-swinging poz member, the one that fucked Matthew all those years ago at the glory hole, the one that sent Matthew into a panic at the very thought it might have been a pozfuck and that sent him to the Student Health Center for post-exposure meds, was now poised to enter and drill more poz seed into Matthew’s cunt. His thoughts about who the other man was went out of his head, and Matthew lay back down on the bare mattress and braced himself for another rough poz fuck from his own nurse, the hot hairy nurse Keith. If he had time to think, he’d consider how each man’s fuckgame was a bit different. Ric was fond of deep driving strokes and long and slow pullouts only to drive it back up hard and rough. Mateo, on the other hand, was more of a jackrabbit fuck, with short, staccato rhythms and several pauses to view his handiwork on a man’s pussy. This new fuck from Keith was different still, combining both Ric’s deep “to-the-hilt” technique with Mateo’s short stabbing technique every few minutes. All three men and their varying pozfucks sent Matthew over the edge and his own negative cock, which he hadn’t so much as touched since the all-out anal poz assault began, was streaming a steady stream of jizz onto the mattress. Keith was nearly finished with his handiwork inside Matthew’s cunt and let out a roar, saying “Finally I get the one hole I’ve wanted for years!” and then leaning down to Matthew, pulling him close and whispering in his ear, “since that night at the glory-hole, am I right,” followed by a torrent of HIV transferring from hunky nurse Keith into the warm wet insides of Dr. Matthew. Once Keith’s thrusting and pulsations of hot viral seed were fully deposited inside Matthew’s cunt, Mateo called over the 4th man, an older guy, tanned and ripped, Matthew surmised, from years of working outdoors. “This is Miguel,” Mateo explained. “My Dad. He’s high-viral poz, too, thanks to my husband Ric here,” Mateo continued, looking at his beaming husband and father. Matthew for a moment, through his fuckhaze, looked confused and Ric stepped up to say “It’s a long story,” laughing with his fellow poz buddies, as Miguel stripped off his T-shirt to reveal 2 huge bio-tats and 4 dark Xs across his hairy belly. He then undid his jeans and unleashed his own poz monster, the next one to go up the silky smooth, cum-filled pussy of Dr. Matthew. Miguel’s own fuck strokes were a lot like his son’s – fast, sharp and stabbing, but also with intervals of deep, slow pozfucking as well, and Miguel, being a man who likes to take his time, savored the young doctor’s cummy hole for all it was worth, peppering his fuckdrives with a string of Spanish words. He banged that poz weapon into Matthew’s ass for a full 10 minutes and then exploded with a cum-gusher full of toxic, poz, unmedicated seed, ready to bloom inside the young doctor’s hole. Dr. Matthew felt full of poz cum and yet wanted still more. “More,” he chanted. “Give me more,” he repeated. “More poz, More and More…Must join the Brotherhood, Must join The Ten,” he went on, fidgeting and squirming. “Sir,” came a voice. Again, “Sir,” followed by a tap on his shoulder. “Sir, we’re about to land in Los Angeles. Please return your seat to its upright position and fasten your seat belt for landing.” His eyes bolted open…he was still on the plane from Boston, about to arrive home in L.A. There was no Ric or Mateo in a mattress store, no Keith, and where had he heard of Mateo’s Dad Miguel? Keith must’ve mentioned it at some point. That mall where it all went down – that went out of business 5 years ago! Furiously adjusting himself under the airline blanket to try to make his rock hard cock go down, Matthew said “It was all a dream,” he said to himself, only it was loud enough for the flight attendant to hear. “Yes, sir, I think you were dreaming. Was it a good one?” the flight attendant asked with a smile. His nametag said ‘Calvin.’ “Yes, Calvin,” young Dr. Matthew replied, “it was a really nice dream.” “I should think so, you were saying some special things, Sir,” Calvin answered with a smile and a wink and a further pat on Dr. Matthew’s shoulder, then he began to turn away, and as he turned, Calvin lifted up his button down shirt at the waist to reveal 3 dark X’s tattooed across his mid-section. Pointing at them, he said to Matthew, “I know just what you mean, Sir,” he said with a devilish smile, before resuming his duties with the other passengers in business class. Matthew remained in a poz-desiring stupor as he deplaned, passing by Calvin who slipped him a note with his number on it, all the way to the baggage claim, where he was met by none other than one of the alpha bull poz predators from his dream, his hot hunky nurse Keith, who greeted him with a hug. Matthew then and there said to his nurse,” I need it from you, today and always. Poz me up, Keith.” END OF CHAPTER 6

Point #3 needs to be separated into two points.

“Scout… what just happened?” My voice came out rough. “I—I didn’t mean for it to go there.” He shook his head gently. Calm. Certain. “Yeah, you did, Coach. And it’s okay.” He swallowed, then met my eyes. “It’s what I wanted. I wanted you to be my first. I trusted you with that.” The words landed heavier than anything that had come before. Not lust. Not heat. Something far more dangerous—meaning. The room felt suddenly smaller. Quieter. Like everything had narrowed down to that one truth, hanging between us, impossible to ignore. He wanted me to take his virginity, but I remember Scout begging me to stop. He was screaming in pain. “I loved it, Coach. I always fantasised you taking my virginity unforgivingly from the moment I first watched you jerking off in the showers.” Fuck! I knew someone was watching me. I had that feeling. ‘Coach. I knew I wanted you to take it. I want you to force me to accept it. I didn’t want to pretend. I needed you to push me over the edge. Push me into feeling scared and actually not wanting it so I could truly feel what it is like for a grown man to take what he wants.’ “You wanted to feel like you were being… Raped.” “Not feel like it. To actually be raped. I wanted you to stop, Coach. I was in so much pain. I begged you to stop… I didn’t just want to feel disgusted by what was happening to me. I was disgusted by what was happening to me. I hated what you were doing to me. When you moaned, you weren’t wearing a condom, and you were fucking me raw. I felt fear-I crossed over the line. I was scared shitless. For that moment you owned me, I had no sexual desire.” He placed his hand on my sweaty inner thigh iches away from my cum soaked balls. “I felt violated… Ashamed of what I let happen to me. For that moment, I was broken, and you took advantage of it… When you calmed down from destroying my arse. We heard the knock on the door. I could tell you were genuinely shocked. You had no idea what to do or what to think. I had to make it clear.” “Make what clear?” “I wanted you to do that. It was my choice to let you do that.” We spoke for a long time. That whole time, he did not clean his beautiful face. He liked feeling disgusting. I lit a joint to help us relax and sat near Scout. Uncertain of how close I could be, I occasionally touch his thigh. It was electric. He always fantasised about being raped. He fantasised about me raping him. He needed it, he said. While I was happy it wasn't what I thought I had done, the jig was up. The public saw me, a former professional football player, with another man. This was going to hit the media. This was going to have repunctuations. Sure enough, it did. A few days later, it detonated across one of the biggest papers in the country. Front page. No mercy. An ex-Australian football player was found in bed with a man less than half his age. No nuance. No context. Just scandal, served cold. By midday, I was summoned to the school office. They already knew. The meeting was short. Clinical. Sanitised language wrapped around a blunt outcome. I lost my position. Lost the team. Lost the shot at finals. Years of sweat and sacrifice were erased in under ten minutes. Scout tried to contain the damage. Spoke to the press. Made it clear it was consensual. That he wanted to be with me. Took the heat onto himself to shield what little I had left. The school sent him to counselling anyway. Liability management. Reputation control. And then there were his parents. When I walked out of the office, banned from setting foot on school grounds, they were waiting. Scout stood between them, rigid. His mother’s belly was beginning to round beneath her coat — a quiet, visible truth I couldn’t unsee. His father stepped forward. No words. Just violence. The punch came hard and fast, snapping my head sideways. White noise filled my ears. The taste of blood bloomed across my tongue. I staggered, barely staying upright. “You slimy fucking faggot.” There was distaste in his tone, “You are disgusting, evil fuckin cunt.” He went to slog me another one, but Scout stepped in the way. “Dad. Stop!” “I’ll get you for this.” He walked away. His wife followed. I stood there, frozen, watching the small swell of her belly as they disappeared down the corridor. The reality hit me like delayed shock—slow, then all at once. She was carrying my child. And in that moment, the full geometry of what I’d done finally snapped into focus. I had fucked my future child’s sibling. As for Scout. He was on my door every night. I had no doubt his parents were not happy about it. For the first couple of nights, we just talked and got high. Flirted a lot. I felt conflicted. I’m not gay… Maybe I was… I couldn’t be… But damn, is Scout beautiful. His masculine body, youthful looks, sexy light blond hair on his arms and legs, and that peach bum. It all had me tingling. Things progressed fast. More flirting, slight touches, fewer clothes. It was like slowly unwrapping a birthday gift. It was teasing me. I had not flogged my cock in a few days by this point. Then we were getting into harder gear. I was feeling guilty. I knew Scout was not doing his usual training. He was with me every night. We snorted coke, smoked joints, and smoked the pipe. Partying in my apartment. Then, one night, I took a chance and went a little further. Scout was in the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of white jocks, joint hanging from his mouth, sitting on the couch, flicking through old CDs I collected. “Coach. Are CD’s still a thing?” He thought his sarcasm was funny. “I collected CD’s from heavy metal bands. My father got me into music before he passed away. I guess I just started collecting CD’s as a way of remembering him.” I slipped a CD into the player. Nirvana. Not heavy metal, but fucking awesome. I admired Scout from a distance. I rubbed my bare nipple at the thought of touching him. I caved to my conflicting feelings about my sexuality. I moved in. Touched his jaw. He lifted his head. His face inches from my crotch. Scout could see through my jeans, the outline of my rock-hard cock. “Scout. What are we doing?” He looked up at my bare chest and into my stern eyes. “You know this is wrong, Scout. You know I shouldn’t be exposing you to all these drugs… Touching you the way I am right now.” “I don’t care-I…” “I? What? Scout?” He paused for a moment. I could read all the heavy thoughts flipping past like a hand thumbing the pages of a book. “I want it. I want you, coach. I’m-“ “I’m what? Scout?” He looked away. I held his jaw and turned his face back. “You trust me?” “Yes… Yes, Coach, I trust you.” “You will do anything I say. Anything I want.” “Yes.” “Even if it hurts… Even if I hurt you when I fucked you.” “You own my life.” He almost wept. “Let’s put it to the test.” I stepped back, letting go of his jaw. “Go out onto the balcony, naked, face me and jerk yourself off.” Scout didn’t say a word. He got up, and I watched him slip his white jocks past his perky arse and to the floor. His erect dick flicked out, pointing to the sun. The tip of his knob was slightly poking out from his foreskin. I undid my jeans and sat in the very spot where Scout had been sitting. “Before you go out there, take this.” I tossed him a bottle of poppers. I saw a little grin from the corner of Scout’s mouth. He walked into the midday sun, glass doors wide open. He leaned against the balcony frame and faced me. Sun reflected off his broad shoulders and firm, smooth chest. “Now pull on your cock, boy.” We went to it without any hesitation. He kicked off, tossing slowly. Like he was putting on a show. I didn’t want that. That was not my intention. I wanted him to blow his load in public to test his loyalty. “Jerk faster.” I could see he was a little concerned. I could tell he was horny and would cum if he did. I wanted him to cum. I wanted his orgasm. He picked up the pace. “Take the poppers and take one long sniff in each nostril.” He moved the brown bottle up to his left nostril and breathed in. I counted to 10. “Hold it.” Scout held his breath. I counted to 10. “Let go.” He breathed out. “Next nostril.” I could already see the rush hit him as his pale skin heated to a burning red. He moved the brown bottle to his right nostril. “Breath in.” He did. I counted to 12. “Hold it.” His eyes were bloodshot. He was buzzing. “Hold it. Jerk your cock. Fast.” He followed my command. I watched as his grip held his cock tight while he jerked. His biceps flexed at every stroke. His face was red like a beetroot from the lack of air, and his lungs were full of amyl. I slowly stroked my own cock at the mesmerising visual. “Don’t stop jerking. Breath out.” Scout did. The rush hit him. “I’m gonna cum.” I could tell he was trying to slow down. “Don’t stop. Keep pulling.” He picked his pace back up, and it tipped him over the edge. “Oh fuck!.” He moaned as shot after shot of his cum erupted from his cock, taking his orgasm with every one of them. I watched his youthful pearly whites shoot and splatter across the balcony concrete. A couple of his shots hit the glass panel of the sliding door. His breathing subsided as the last of his load seeped out of the slit of his knob and built up around his thick foreskin. Then, shock his cock to flick it off. His show got me on the edge of cumming, and I had to stop touching myself. “Holy shit, Coach. That was hot.” Scout said as he walked back into the apartment. I stood up. Cock raging hard. I slipped out of my jeans completely. Scout looked back at his load splattered across the balcony’s concrete floor and glass sliding door. “That’s a lot of cum, boy.” “Should I clean it up?” “No. Leave it there.” I stepped behind him. Close. Cradles his tender body as my cock pressed against the smooth ass cheeks. “Want me to shower?” He turned his head into my shoulder as I kissed his neck. “Coach?” “No.” I nudged the back of his legs to encourage him to kneel. “What are you doing?” “You said you would do anything for me.” I pushed Scout down. His face was only inches away from the cummy mess he left on the concrete balcony. I pushed his face the rest of the way, smearing that cum over his beautiful face. Bent over, ass sticking in the air. I pulled his ass cheeks wide, revealing his tiny pink boy hole. It looked exactly how I saw it the first time. Fresh, youthful. Practically still virgin. My cock hovered just above it. A tiny bit of precum built up at the tip. “Coach. I just came… I don’t want to.” “You said I own your life.” “Yeah.” The breath from his voice splattered into his cum. “Prove it.” I placed my knob in his pink hole. Only the tiny bit of precum at the tip of my cock was between me and his perfect pink bit. I forced my cock in balls deep. Scout’s hole gripped tight. I didn’t care. Scout did not have the strength to overpower me. My hard, ridged cock forced through, pulling the tender skin of Scout’s tiny pink hole with it. He screamed in pain. I grabbed his white jock and shoved it deep in his mouth, slapped him across the back of his head, and power fucked him. His ass gripped with every thrust. I had no doubt I was doing damage. Sure enough, my fucking started to feel slick. I could see a bit of red on my cock every time I thrust outward. Scout screamed into his jock. Cum smearing his face. He tried with all his power to pull away. I pinned his arms behind his back. I hocked up a big ball of spit and spat it across his face. It mixed in with his cum. I drove in harder. There was fear in his bloodshot eyes. “Yeah, boy.’” His tight grip on my cock was now slick from his torn-up tunnel. I was sliding in and out of him with ease. I didn’t hold up. I was in a state of wildness. “Faggot!” My hunger was in overdrive. I wanted to break him. I was breaking him. I could feel it building up inside me. I was getting close. Closer. Closer. ‘Huh… Oh fuck! Yes!!’ I moaned out loud. I lost control and felt my orgasm tip over the scale. I erupted. Cock pulsed I was cumming. I didn’t stop fucking. Scout didn’t stop screaming. I was smashing into him. My cum shot inside him as I kept on going. His hole gaped around my cock from his loss of muscle control. My cock was slick with cum. Like tipping a bottle of water upside down and undoing the lid, I felt my energy pour out of me through my orgasm. There was so much cum that it splashed against my pelvis, matting my pubes to my skin. I lost all sense of time and felt myself slow down. My cock was getting way too sensitive, and I pulled out as I regained my breathing. Scout’s puffy red hole remained open for a moment. He had not regained muscle control. My cum gushed out in that moment. Slashed across the Scouts’ balls and thighs. Then, like spurs on coral in an oceanic reef, Scout’s bashed whole clams shut. My sense slowly came back. I’m still holding Scout’s ass cheeks apart. The sounds of sobs grab my attention. In my moment of complete lust, I completely forgot about Scout. His mouth was still jammed full of his jock, face covered in his cum and my spit and crying. Holly shit. I did it again. I let go of his thighs and step back. My cock, still semi-hard, swung back and forth with every step. Scout slumped to the side. Sunlight glistened over the purely white mess on his face. He avoided putting pressure on his arse as he sat up slightly. He was still sobbing as he moved his hand and pressed his fingers against his tender hole. He flinched, and I knew it stung him. Let me know what you think of the story so far. And tell me where you think it leads.

When I was younger I said that caught me having sex with the older man next door so he bought me a bunch of girls clothes and panties and I would dress up for him and let him have sex with me

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Well. Thanks for that explanation. Apparently, at least there is some measure of allowance in certain joints, at certain times, for guys to actually fuck. I can understand the position of management of these places; business is business, and they need to provide space for whatever their customers need (within the usuals, of course). I just hope that whatever's in the water out there doesn't migrate to the water here .......

linked with someone last night, which spilled into early this morning, off of Sniffies. I was ass up in my bedroom, with my house dark, so he can come in, fuck, breed, and go. theres a lot more detail i can give, but to summarize it, he's looking for a bf. i'm not. we wound up at his crib, where we spent time with one another, fucked several times, he put a nutt in me, (just one) and took me out to eat. i got in at 6am. my load count this year is 17.