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This morning a guy hit me up on squirt. Versatile, wanting to be fucked, profile said he was a 'safer only' guy. Just before I give him my address he makes a point to say he's on PrEP. He cums to my place, we make out, 69, he can barely take my cock but it goes in raw all the way in after several minutes of trying. His cock is still hard while I fuck him, I pull out and sit on him raw, and start riding. We flip back and forth for over an hour until he dumps his load in me. Great way to start the morning with a safer guy

I got stretched out at bookstore on way home from work. Geeky looking hipster guy, thin and bearded and maybe 24, was into my beard and belly. He had a thick af 9" cock and well, I did something I haven't done in a while. I grabbed his poppers and gave him my ass. Damn if it didn't hurt at first, but I made it thru the pain and that young man fucked me raw for a good 15 minutes before he told me he was cumming and asked if he could shoot inside me. "Bury it deep, son" I yelled back to him, and sure enough he did. ? When he slid out I instantly felt cum start to run down my crack, even though I was trying to hold it in. He didn't run off, so we chatted a few minutes, swapped numbers, and both agreed to a repeat sometime.

Part 18 - Family Ties There was a slight tension in the air barely noticeable by anyone sitting around but Angelo could sense it, he thought it would be better to leave them to talk this out. "You look well Ethan" Jack said moving the chair to sit on. Angelo stood as Jack sat down "I will leave you to catch up". "No Angelo, I want you to stay there is nothing to hide" Ethan said looking at him. Jack waited for Angelo to sit down then turned to Ethan "I don't really know what to say Ethan, in my head I had it all planned." Ethan fondled the glass in front of him "You are not often lost for words" he responded. "I'm sorry for what happened between us" Jack spoke tentatively. Ethan waited for a moment "Sorry about what, turning your back on me so quickly?" he asked calmly. "The whole thing caught me by surprise Ethan, how was I suppose to react" Jack replied apologetically. Jack continued "I won't to put this behind us and you to come back home". Ethan looked at Angelo then his father "Everything changed father when you hit me". Jack looked at Ethan "You gave back just as good". "I wasn't about to let it happen again, and you made your point very clear" Ethan looked down at the glass. Jack sat quietly for a moment then continued "I know but I never expected you would actually leave". Ethan looked at his father and Angelo "I'm sorry but I won't come back home to live". Jack glanced at Angelo "Is this your doing?" he spoke with an agitated voice. Ethan lowered his voice in annoyance "I made my own choice to move in with Angelo before our argument". He continued "What happened that evening just made it sooner than we both expected and don't speak to him like that". Jack was stunned by his response "Did you ever intend on telling us?". Ethan nodded "Yes, but I think you would have reacted the same no matter when I told you". Jack knew it would be no use arguing with him "I can't pretend to like this Ethan". "I wouldn't expect you to, but you will have to come to accept it if you wan me in your life" Ethan replied. Jack nodded "It will take time" he said glancing at Angelo "Can we at least re-build our relationship?". Ethan looked at his father and nodded slowly "Two conditions though". "Negotiating already?" Jack smiled at Ethan. Ethan looked seriously at him "Stop controlling my life and let me live it as I want, and accept Angelo". Jack studied Ethan for a moment "Only if you promise to finish college". Ethan glanced at Angelo "Deal" he said smiling at his father who leaned in and hugged his son. Jack turned to Angelo "I owe you an apology as well Angelo". Angelo shook his head "No Jack, I should apologise as I deceived you after realising who Ethan was". "I don't pretend to understand what is going on, that's is what is hard for me" Jack said looking at Ethan. Ethan smiled "I only want you to accept me and us, I don't want to shut you out of my life". Jack smiled and hugged his son again this time it lasted longer and unexpectedly Jack turned to Angelo and hugged him. Ellie watched from her table at the progress when she saw Angelo stand up and walk towards her. "Hi, I'm Angelo you must be Ethan's mother" Angelo held out his hand. Ellis stood up and hugged Angelo "Thank you for looking after my boy". Angelo smiled "I'm sorry for all the trouble it has caused, but he means the world to me. Come over and have a drink with us". As Ellie approached the table Ethan stood up and gave his mother a kiss and a hug, they spent the rest of the evening talking and slowly beginning to understand and accept how things would be from now on. As time healed the rift between father and son and they slowly re-built their family, Ethan was careful never to push or show affection towards Angelo around his parents at this early stage. Matt had kept a low profile but was still watching them both carefully, he knew of Mark and Franco and slowly his plan began to form to get Angelo back, he would wait with open arms when the time was right. It was a cold September morning as Matt ordered a coffee standing in the line behind Mark waiting for his order, he accidentally bumped in to Mark. "Sorry I didn't mean to bump in to you" Mark turned and nodded "Oh aren't you Mark?" he asked. Mark turned to face him "Yes" he looked quizzically at him. Matt smiled "How is Ethan, I know him through his friend?". "Oh, err.. he is okay, why do you ask?" Mark was curious now. Matt picked up his coffee "I know he is dating some guy for a meal ticket, you know just biding his time". Mark watched him put a lid on his coffee "I don't know what you mean" he replied shaking his head. Matt turned to make his exit "Oh you know, he doesn't love him or anything, just using him for now. Must dash bye". He swiftly exited the coffee shop and could see Mark's reflection in the window looking shocked and confused, he walked round the side of the coffee shop and got in his car and disappeared. Mark was jolted back when the barista called his order out, confused and quite upset at what he just heard he glanced over the office debating if he should say anything to Angelo. Mark walked back over with the coffees in hand and entered the office, he watched Angelo for a moment as he walked towards his desk and put the coffee down. "You look like you have seen a ghost" Angelo looked at him smiling. Mark looked over at him "Oh just something on my mind" he didn't have the heart to say anything and would wait. Mark tried to put it out of his mind for the moment and buried his head in work. Matt arrived in White Plains and knew from his diligent stalking where Franco would be at this time in the afternoon after college. He used the same tactic and rushed out as he didn't like the look on Franco's face, but he knew the damage was done and now it was a waiting game. Franco sat down and began typing a text to Angelo 'Is it true that Ethan is using you?" he looked and didn't know what else to say so he hit the send button. He never would have thought Ethan was like that but then unless you know someone you just couldn't tell, Franco pondered weather Adam was in on this as well. He decided to wait and see what Angelo would have to say before confronting Ethan. Mark looked up at Angelo who dropped his phone on his desk "What's the matter?" he asked. Angelo stared at his phone then looked up at Mark "Nothing, just something I have to deal with". "Is it Ethan?" Mark hazarding a guess. Angelo nodded "Yes" and a look of disappointment drew across his face. "Come on lets go outside and talk" Mark stood dreading this moment. Angelo stood up and grabbed his phone as they walked outside in to the chilly wind and sat down the bench outside the coffee shop, Mark went in and fetched two coffees and returned to sit by Angelo. "Has someone texted you about him and what he is up to?" Mark asked handing the coffee to Angelo. Angelo nodded "It appears he is not all it seems Mark". Mark touched Angelo's leg "Someone told me this morning he was after a meal ticket". Angelo looked at him "Then it is true, why didn't you tell me this morning?". "I didn't know what to make of it, it is strange someone just talks to you and says this" Mark responded. Angelo looked out across the parking lot "I can't believe he took me in like this". Mark shook his head "I don't believe any of it Angelo, don't make any rash decision". "What would you expect me to do?" Angelo asked sipping his coffee. "I don't know, who was the text you got from?" Mark asked. Angelo showed Mark the message "From my cousin, he is at the same college as Ethan". Mark sat there in disbelief "I can't understand it, sure it is not true". Angelo sat back and sighed "I put my heart on a string to be cut open again". "No Angelo, I don't believe Ethan is like that, to hear this twice in one day isn't right" Mark protested to Angelo. Angelo looked at him "Or it is". Mark stopped short of getting annoyed with him "Just talk to him Angelo". "I need to head home and sort it out tonight, I won't live with a lie" Angelo stood up and walked back to the office. Matt sat in his car smiling and turned the engine over as he needed to get over to Larchmont, he knew by the look on Angelo's face that word had got back to him. He wanted to be there ready with open arms for Angelo playing the supportive ex boyfriend. Angelo packed his things up and turned his phone off as he got in the car, he needed to think on the drive over. Mark sat at his desk with his head in his hands until Dillon made a noise taking his coat of the closet, Dillon had been with Angelo since the start of the business and had met Matt a couple of times in the coffee shop years ago and was surprised to see him there this morning whilst Mark was in there. "Hey Mark, don't look so down dude" Dillon walked up towards Mark's desk. Mark looked up "Hey Dillon, sorry a few things on my mind that are worrying me". Dillon smiled "Strange day, and never expected to see the ex back around here after their break up". Mark computed it slowly "Ex, what ex?". "Matt was over in the coffee shop this morning I saw him go in after you" Dillon said waving his hand about. Mark stood up "Matt, Angelo's ex?". Dillon nodded "Yeah he is a complete fruitcake, a couple of us think he hasn't let go of Angelo yet". "What do you mean?" Mark scratched his head. Dillon laughed "He sits in his car way over in the parking lot at least once a week, but this week 3 times from what I saw". Mark described him to Dillon who nodded "I never knew that was his ex" he replied suddenly looking horrified. Dillon shrugged his shoulders "Yeah, any how see you tomorrow". Mark was dialling Angelo's mobile "Yes sure Dillon and thanks". The phone went straight to voicemail so Mark tried the number again and did so a dozen times. He was now frantic and decided he would have to drive over to Angelo's place in Larchmont hopefully before Angelo did anything he might later regret. He stopped for a moment and searched the files for Franco's number remembering that it must be on file for when he works during the holidays. He dialled the number and waited for Franco to answer his phone, after the pleasantries were out of the way Mark asked him how he had heard of this rumour about Ethan. Franco explained and the described Matt but strangely he did not know his name. To Mark it quickly became obvious that this was no accident they both got the same message from the same guy, he explained to Franco telling him that he fears what Angelo may do before he knows the full facts. Franco swore in Spanish down the phone more so at how gullible he was being taken in, he thought at the time this could not be true and now it was confirmed, after he calmed down he told Mark he was also going to drive over to Angelo's. Mark ran out of the office and jumped in his car still trying to call Angelo. In White Plains Franco borrowed his mothers car and headed off to Larchmont.

I'd had to park about a block from the party house and as I approached, a Lyft car dropped off Logan. "What timing, eh?" he grinned. His jeans did nothing to hide the fact he was running at least half hard - that, and the wet spot that had soaked through any underwear he had on to show clearly on the faded denim. I pointed it out and he said "Fuck, man - the way my dick drools I'm over being embarrassed about it. The one use I have for rubbers is if I'm going somewhere I really can't be showing a wet spot, I'll put one on to catch it. Going to a fuck party? Not even wearing underwear." As it turned out we were the first tops to arrive and the host - Nate - showed us to where we could strip down and get ready before heading into the "bullpen" while we waited for the rest of the guests to arrive and everything to get started. Some tops went in for fetishwear - leather, rubber or whatever, partly because Nate insisted all tattoos that suggested a poz man be covered - but Logan had decided to keep it simple: "My boots, fur and B.O. is all I'm gonna have on." I'd decided to do mostly the same - to show off my thick silver pelt - but I added a pair of raunchy boxers I liked to wear while fucking; I figured there'd be plenty of cum splashback after the pigs had been bred a few times and I liked the idea of having that added to my fuck shorts. Nate had set an early and narrow arrival window, to keep "gay time" from delaying the start of the party; anyone who was late simply didn't get in and if it was without a good (and verifiable) explanation they'd simply be dropped from consideration. That might seem a recipe for killing a gay party given how many gay men are, frankly, flakes - but the stories people told about his events kept the interest high. I did notice he tended to lean rather heavily on dependable regulars - like me - and people those regulars recommended - like Logan - for his tops. Still, it seemed to work. Nate tended to pick bottoms of a similar nature for a given party and had a knack for picking a slate of tops for them; fortunately for Logan, this party featured young men in the cub-to-otter range, all with facial hair and hairy-assed. Logan had been lucky; Nate had run into trouble getting commitments from enough tops - and I had a good track record for recommending reliable people, so he took a chance. Normally, he liked to have men attend one of his less structured bareback parties to see how they did before inviting them to a more focused breeding event. As other men drifted in, I explained to Logan that the only party our host threw that was more exclusive was one bottom and a bunch of tops; for that, the bottom had to commit to taking all the tops as long as there were any that still wanted to fuck. In this case, a bottom could "tap out" after taking a minimum number of loads based on the top/bottom ratio and after all the tops had gotten at least one turn with each pig. Short of that they could signal for a 10 minute break in between fucks - the only things they were permitted to do while getting fucked is ask for water, poppers or more lube; they had to take the fuck the way the top wanted to give it. Nate supervised their cleanouts, so it was very rare that the only other reason for a break - a cleanout failure - would be relevant. He also had a queuing system that he'd explained to me once - it was a little complicated but struck me as a fair way to manage this kind of party so the bottoms' holes stayed full and made sure each top had a chance at all the bottoms - and for that matter, maximized the bottoms' exposure to the poz breeders. To get around revealing who was gifting the virus, all the tops were told to talk as if they were poz. (While there was nothing to keep a top from hooking up with one of the bottoms after the party and revealing his status - at least DURING the party, the pigs wouldn't know who was delivering charged loads, so they'd have to work for all of them.) The tops' room had a monitor showing the three fuck positions (the bottoms could choose between a sling or a fuck bench; in this case, they'd all gone with slings) and the queue showing what top was up next - and would indicate if the first man had to be bypassed because the next bottom to be available was one he'd already bred. Once every top had bred every hole, it went to simple rotation and once enough tops had called it quits, the last few tops had free choice. I wondered if Logan would personally knock out any bottoms - by which I mean once the bottoms could call it a night, doing so right after he'd bred them. Nate had told me that the queue was randomly generated - but he reserved the right to make "adjustments"; I noticed that one way or another Logan was up first, which meant he got free choice of the three pigs; the second man could pick either of the remaining two, and the third man had to take the last available hole. The three little pigs were hot in different ways; all of them were wearing jockstraps, because this was entirely about their fuckholes, and a reminder to the tops that if the bottoms wanted to cum, they had to do it exclusively from getting plowed. One looked like a hairy, bearded frat boy jock type with medium brown fur on a reasonably athletic body and a slightly darker beard; good looking but kind of generic, in my view. Another was more defined and muscular - the kind I might call a "wolf-pup" and with darker skin (I couldn't make up my mind between middle-eastern and latino), a broad, bushy black moustache and heavy stubble with a dense black chest pelt. The last one - and the one I figured Logan would make a beeline for - was an inked-up, rednecky looking otter with a shaved head, a big bushy long goatee and really hairy pits and ass; not too much hair on his chest - just a "torso T", but I knew that thickly furred butt crack of his would get Logan's attention... and I was right. I was a little surprised that the hot wolf-pup was the last chosen, but then I recalled that the top second in line had a thing for college boys, so there you go. The otter got a big grin on his face when he saw the biker grizzly with dick drool streaming from his rock-hard cock stomping in his direction. The grin got even bigger and he gave a whoop as Logan rammed his dripping cock to the pubes in the otter's lubed up hole; his expression shifted to one of blissed-out pleasure as Logan started pounding. The otter's vocalizations became non-verbal grunts as his eyes glazed over, staring directly into Logan's eyes. Normally, with a half-day break Logan would fire his first load fairly quickly - but even his rapid-fire had been slowed a bit by the amount of fucking he'd been doing lately and it took him a good 15 minutes of pounding before his trouser snake filled the otter's hole with hot venom; both of the other tops in the first wave had already shot and been replaced, and one of the men in the waiting room muttered "Show-off!" when Logan finally lumbered out of the fuck space. I smirked internally - if he thought THAT was showing off, the guy was going to be amazed as the night went on. The rules forbade any sucking or fucking amongst the tops - but one of the men down the list (just above me) went over to Logan and told him how "fucking awesome" he smelled, and in very short order the two of them were in an energetic rimming 69, having agreed on a "back off" signal so neither would waste a load that belonged in one of the pigs. The man had a full, thick blond beard and seemed to be wallowing in soaking it with the sweat in Logan's hairy crack. They set off more interaction amongst the tops - nipple chewing, deep kissing, mutual stroking, etc. - centered on the men up next, so they could walk into the fuck room raging hard and ready to breed; the quicker those tops came, the sooner the ones still waiting would get some (or more) ass. After Logan's hole-munching 69 broke up, he came over and said "Don't know about the other two yet, but that otter's got an AMAZING hole; I'm looking forward to hearing what you think of him."

New Year , new rules. im an my local sauna , arrived 23 minutes ago and relaxing after giving my first load. normaly on arrival I’d spend ages looking for a ideal fuck , often passing up hot guys for a better offer ( 20 years ago I was the better offer !) I think my new game plan is go with what’s on offer , and if your lucky you’ll get another go later. My ideal fuck would have been the short, young ,hung Asian guy in the dark room getting blown- but when I tried to play with his hole he didn’t shuffle up the bench so I could get a finger in ? However the guy blowing him had his ass up and was waving it like a flag on parade day. I fingered it , pre lubed . in my experience that’s like a neon bill board with the words “Slag for fucking , BB” on it. i stood behind him and he backed on to my very hard cock, wet - ether lots of lube or a couple of loads. i let him work for a couple of minutes whilst I admired his cute little ass and waist. Then I clamped my hands on his waist ( small , twinkish) and pulled him fully down of me. He knew is was in him raw and was loving it panting and grunting like a little piggy. i came quickly, with him urging me on. He’s the lucky bottom as he gets the bigg st load. Off for a walk now to see what is on offer ?

After he arrived, Logan called and told me that Teddy had bit *HARD*; he'd started out with one of the hookup sites that allowed searching by location, figuring that was more plausible than saying Teddy's profile had "just happened" to pop up on one of the phone apps. The photos of his furry muscular body and the big suggestive bulge in the crotch of a pair of snug jeans and a speedo got him an enthusiastic response when he told Teddy he'd be visiting the area soon. Their chat had quickly gone to sex and after Logan provided a photo of his big dripping hardon, Teddy provided his hookup app accounts to make sure it was easy for them to connect. Logan had gotten himself a prime AirBnB setup - and when I came over he'd already set up his hidden cameras in the bedroom, because he planned to record every fuck and load he planted while he was there - "Especially the stealth caps I'm gonna pop in that furry slut's neg ass!" he said. "Forget him for the moment - I don't want this hot musk of yours to go to waste, and you promised me some of that PrEP-busting bug too!" I shoved one arm up and was thankful Logan always wore sleeveless muscle shirts as I ground my beard into his ripe, dripping pit fur. Logan had made the trip on his Harley and clearly hadn't showered for some time before that - much to my pleasure. "Fuck yeah, buddy - gonna cover you with my stink and recharge your poz ass with my strain! I love the idea of having you out there knocking up smug PrEP pigs with my resistant bugs!" I pulled back from his armpit and as I moved over to the other side, he stripped off the muscle shirt and started on his pants; after he dropped those, he maneuvered me so his free hand could dive down the back of my pants and start fingering my hole, which was pre-lubed and ready. I opened my pants, dropped 'em and kicked them to the side, then worked my way down through his sweaty chest fur to the main prize: his thick, hard, dripping, rank, uncut cum-cannon. I skinned it back and while he wasn't actually cheesy he was right on the edge, so I did a first pass with my beard to add that scent to his pit funk, then went to work spit-polishing his shaft from pisshole to root. I was all the way down on his meat, swabbing his balls with my now-raunchy beard when he said "I gotta breed! I've been thinking about that furry fuckhole of yours all day and I need to get this load of poison in you before I waste it!" I simply dropped to all fours and braced myself; uncharacteristically for him, he didn't even give my hole a pro-forma tongue swipe (normally, Logan religiously followed the maxim of "eat it before you fuck it") and slid his dripping cock into my hungry hole. Not a brutal ramming - but an irresistable steady push, until his bushy pubes were grinding against my hairy ass. "You want this, Max?" "Fuck yeah! I want your fucking killer cum blasted balls deep in my hole! I want that PrEP-busting bug so I can go to pig parties and leave men who think they're safe with a gift they'll never forget! I want a hot strain that both gift-givers and bugchasers will beg me to share with them! RECHARGE ME, FUCKER!" His furry bulk slammed down onto my back, knocking me down onto my chest and belly; he grabbed my shoulders and gave me a few more deep strokes, then rammed in as far as he could, howled and I felt his hot, thick jizz loaded with his vicious virus start spurting into me. He ground his hips against me as spurt after spurt of his infectious seed filled my hole. "FuuuUUUCK! I've been holding that back way too long!" he said. "Get up - let's get to the bed 'cause I have more bugs to blast up your hole, but I wanna see your face while I'm churning that first dirty load and gettin' ready to add to it!" He slowly pulled back, letting me feel his broad cockhead sliding out; next thing I knew I was on my back in bed, one of his ripe armpits covering my face while he plowed back into my ass. I turned my head to one side and said "Fucking DAMN you smell good, buddy! Better than I remember!" "Don't think I'd ever been in my raunchy leather jacket for days before you got to me... not to mention a lot of those days roasting in the sun riding here!" "Pity to waste it because of that little prick..." "Hey, I raunch up fast ...and I'll have my stinkin' pit shirt and the jacket to help once I'm done with him. Sorry that first load was so fast, but I haven't shot in almost three days." "I figured - besides, I know you can shoot over and over again - that's one of the reasons you're so popular at sex parties." "Just wonder how many I'm gonna be able to get into that dude ... I'm hoping I'm still one and done, but under the circumstances I'll breed him as many times as I can just to make sure." "I look forward to seeing him still walking funny days later!" Logan grinned. "One of my specialties!" and with that, he covered my face with his other armpit and picked up the pace until he blasted his second dose of anti-PrEP into my hungry hole. Over the next couple of days Logan bred me frequently - as he wasn't sure if a guy already poz would be easier or more difficult to convert to his strain. I explained that I had an acquaintance who studied the bug and liked getting samples from promiscuous barebackers to trace the variations. I suggested that after his attempt to knock up Teddy that we get a sample from him so I'd be able to tell if my strain changed to match his. "Great idea! More certain than just breeding every dude on PrEP you can and wondering - if any of 'em convert - if it was really you." "Well - breeding lots of guys sure sounds good to me, especially if your strain takes." Then the (for me) sad day arrived when Logan stopped breeding me; he'd decided he needed to not cum for a day to ensure a performance with Teddy that would pass as "horny biker who hasn't cum for days". I thought he was being a little overcautious - but on the other hand, I could see wanting to ensure he had a full-potency depth charge ready to plow into the target. I mentioned Logan's AirBnB setup - he was right near the local "bear bar" so it would make perfect sense to go there after meeting up with Teddy, and thus get the breeding on video... and of course anyone else he picked up to fuck after he was done with Teddy. It was surprising to me how much the weekend seemed to drag - no word from Logan, and I didn't see him out at the bear or the leather bar - I hoped that was a good sign. Finally, late Monday morning I got a text from him - "Lucky #13! Chat me up on Signal!" I pulled up the encrypted chat app and said "You got THIRTEEN loads in him?! How many on video?" "Finally got rid of him because he had to go to work - in rumpled clothes cause he never went back to his place. Yup, 13 - and 11 of 'em on video. He took me to some other bar a ways off Saturday night that had this sort of screened off area on their patio - lots of guys back there having sex and apparently he wanted people to see him getting bred by me. Then yesterday I took him for a ride on my Harley - surprisingly, he's not a bad passenger - and I decided to breed him in a dirty men's room after we stopped for gas; he wasn't too thrilled about that, but I love that shit. Rode him hard with barely any lube but my last load in his hole and I could feel him squirming every time I hit a bump on the way back." "Any problems with your B.O.?" "Fuck no! I'd already decided to let my musk come back on its own accord and just see what happened - don't know if I converted him in that way too or if he was just being prissy in his profiles but by the end he was sounding almost like you talking about how much he loved my 'hairy biker stink'... so I'm already back to being nearly as ripe as when I arrived. Got him raving about my stink in a couple of the last videos, not to mention me in the first one reminding him I'm poz and does he really want to take me raw, with him stating he's not worried because he's on PrEP... so if he gets pissy about it if I did knock him up, I've got proof he was MORE than willing. I already had that from the saved chat log, but better to have him on video." "Awesome! What now?" "I'm gonna take a day to recover, and we'll see; he's actually a pretty good fuck, but he can't suck a dick as thick as mine worth a shit and my cock is sore from his damn teeth. I kept trying to tell him I just wanted his fuckhole but he kept trying to suck me anyway. I'm going to spend some of that time putting together a "best of" video for ya; I normally don't share my fuck vids, but in this case you might need to have the proof he was willing on hand." "I understand you being cautious but I don't think it'll be necessary; remember, he's turned into a real PrEP slut and I doubt he'll be able to pick you out of the crowd as the one who knocked him up." "I like to be sure about this kind of thing, but you know him better than I do. Besides, even if you don't need it to defend my 'honor' - I owe you for setting this up, and I know you'll enjoy watching me bangin' my bugs up his ass!" "Damn right! I look forward to seeing it!" "I'll ping ya here when it's ready. I'm gonna go grab a late breakfast then get to it. Later, man!"

Thanks for the feedback. - - - - - Chapter 3: Messages with the German bear I'd sort of forgotten about the German guy that had messaged me. Well, I never forgot that cock (and nor did my photos app, having obviously saved it). But after that initial interaction we did keep up messaging. And then in March on the Easter weekend he sent me another message out of the blue, "Hi, it's Alex, so when are you coming back to Germany?". Just after Christmas I'd deleted all the apps, thinking that if I got rid of them, then the temptation to bareback might go. About a week before Easter I succumbed to my urges and re-installed Scruff, his profile pic was just a thumbnail. A thumbnail of that rather magnificently hairy, beefy chest of his. So until I realised we still had our private galleries unlocked for each other I was racking my brain thinking who on earth this Alex guy could be. "Hi, I'm might be back in June. How have you been?" I replied. He replied almost immediately, "Great. The summer is wonderful here. You must go to the lake, it is very beautiful"... "Thanks for the tip, I'll try. I'm only over for a weekend though. Visiting a friend." ... "A sex friend?" ... "Haha, no, we don't have sex" ... "Oh, that is a shame, German guys can be very good sex friends". Our conversation then descended into an exchange of more explicit pics that weren't in our private galleries, and some general chat about how hot we found each other. But it was late, and my eyelids were heavy, so I made my apologies and wished him goodbye. A few weeks later, he messaged again. This time I was on my way home from some late drinks with colleagues. "Hi cub. How are you?" he asked... "A bit drunk. Just on my way home" I replied... "Going home alone?" ... "Yes" ... "That's a shame. Sexy cub like you shouldn't be alone"... "I wouldn't be if you were here"... "No. That is true. I wouldn't let you go home alone. Especially if you are drunk. You need looking after"... "I think I need something else" I replied... "Oh really? And what would that be?"... "Your cock"... "Yes?" ... "Yeah, I love it. I love how thick and veiny it is. I want to feel it" ... "You can do that when you visit"... "I want to feel it now" ... "But we are so far apart cub" ... "I know :("... "But if I was there, you could definitely feel it". I got distracted by some other notification and exited Scruff. After a few minutes he messaged again, "Where do you want to feel it cub? Where do you want to feel my cock?"... "You know" I replied"... "Tell me"... "My ass" ... "Yeah cub. I knew you wanted it"... "So badly"... "You want my cock in you cub?"... "Yes"... "Tell me cub"... "I want your cock inside me"... "Like this?" he said, following it up with a picture of his thick, veiny, raw cock entering a guy's furry ass. "YES" I replied... "You want it exactly like this?" he asked. "Yes" I replied. "You like it raw then cub?". Despite my predilection for barebacking, I'd never actively solicited it through the apps before. It was always something that happened when I was drunk, or once I was at a guy's place. It happening in the spur of the moment was a way of excusing it, I was just a guy that barebacked rather than being a barebacker. That yes I had bareback sex, but I wasn't someone that actively chose to bareback. "So cub, do you like getting fucked raw?" he asked again. He wanted to know. He wanted me to admit it. I would have to commit it to writing. "Yes" I eventually replied. "Yes, what?" he asked. "Yes, I like getting fucked raw" I typed, my dick getting harder than it ever had before. "Good" he replied. "Will you let me fuck you raw when you visit in June?"... "Yes"... "Dirty cub". So there it was technically, I'd committed in writing for the first time to let someone I'd never met before fuck me raw. I never replied to his message, having just got through the door as it arrived. I got into bed, and wanked off to his private gallery, thinking about how wonderful his cock was. How amazing it would feel to have it inside me. A few more weeks passed until he messaged again. "Not long now cub". It was mid-May, and he was right, it was only 4 and a bit weeks till I'd be back. We flirted back and forth, him telling me how much he wanted my ass, me saying how much I wanted his cock. But ultimately, I knew it was unlikely. Jake had said that one of his German friend's parents had a cabin in a forest about an hour's train journey. Knowing I loved hiking and the countryside he said he'd thought it would be great to do, we could head out Friday after I arrived, do a hike on the Saturday, and then head back on Sunday via the lake. I flirted with the hot German bear, it was some harmless fun and we'd not specifically committed to anything. Part of me felt a bit bad for leading him on, but at the same time I thought that maybe the next time I visit Jake, perhaps I'd bump into him at the bear bar.

Tom and Daniel are best friends since they were little. Both boys were nerdy and got bullied a lot at school. When they were 15 years old Tom’s neighbour Sam encourage the boys to start working out at his gym. In the three years that followed the two transformed from 2 nerdy boys into two athletic studs. Tom and Daniel were inseparable and not very interested in making new friends. In their final year a new student transferred to their school called Max. When Tom first saw him he was mesmerised by this drop-dead gorgeous 19 y/o blond skater dude. When Max spotted the two boys he came up to them and asked were they worked out. Daniel told him that they worked out at Sam’s gym. “I’d like to be more defined like you guys. Is it possible to join you?” Max asked. Both boys looked at each other and then nodded. “Meet us at 7 pm in front of the Starbucks at Martin Luther King street” Tom answered. That evening both boys went to pick-up Max. When they arrived Max was already waiting for them. They went to Sam’s gym and after 3 hours of hard training the 3 boys headed to the shower. Tom had a hard time not to stare to much at Max’s hot tanned body. When they got dressed Max asked if they would like to chill at his place. When Tom and Daniel both hesitated, Max said “Dudes, it’s friday you need to relax more and have some fun!”. “Okay! Let’s have fun” Daniel replied while looking at Tom. Tom smiled and said “Count me in!”. When they arrived at Max’s place both boys could believe their eyes. “Wow!” gasped Tom. Max explained that he inherited a lot of money when his dad passed away. “Who want’s to join me in the jacuzzi?! Our muscles could use some relaxing!” Max asked. Both boy’s nodded and followed Max to the rooftop. “You don’t mind that i get in naked?” Max laughed. “No! You don’t mind if we do the same?” Daniel replied. They stripped naked and stepped into the warm bubbling water. After 20 minutes Max stood up and said “Are you both gay?”. The boy’s were surprised by this question and started to stutter. “I saw how you both looked at me in the shower, so…” Max continued. “I don’t know… but to be honest when i look at you i get a strange feeling inside” answers Daniel. Tom can’t believe what he is hearing and says “That makes two of us!”. Daniel looks at Tom and then looks back at Max. “Don’t you want to know?!” Max asks both boys. “I can help you explore your feelings” he adds. “I’m still a virgin” Tom answers. “Who cares!” says Max. “Good time for us both to lose it!” adds Daniel. Max sits down between the boys and moves his hands towards their dicks. He starts rubbing their dicks but feels that both boys don’t know how to act. “I have something to get more relaxed… wanna try?” Max asks. Both boys nod. “Follow me” says Max. Both boys follow Max to the living room. Max throws a few towels on the couch and tells them to sit. He walks to the kitchen and comes back with three Gatorade bottles and a bag. “Need to stay hydrated” Max says with a smile. When the boys start drinking Max gets a pipe out of the bag and starts to fill it with some crystals. He heats the pipe, brings the pipe to his lips and takes some deep breaths, after 10 seconds he exhales a thick white smoke. He offers the pipe to Tom but he shakes no. “Come on! For once relax” says Max. Daniel takes the pipe from Max and imitates what Max did. Max encourage him to take some more hits. Daniel offers the pipe to Tom again. Tom does;t want to be left out and takes the pipe. After 5 deep hits he returns the pipe to Max. After taking some hits Max loads the pipe again and offers it back to the boys. Both take some deep hits again before returning the pipe. Max sees that the T start to take over; clouding their minds. Max gets a remote control and with a push of a button the TV starts playing gay porn and the sound system starts playing Trance music. Tom starts watching the porn and after several minutes he realises that one of the guys is Max. He gives Daniel a nudge and points to one of the guys. Daniel is surprised to see Max on the TV. “Yes! That’s me… i make amateur porn.” Max explains. Daniel starts to get horny and begin stroking his cock. Max kneels before Tom and puts Toms dick in his mouth. Tom moans and begins to get hard. After 10 minutes of sucking Max moves to Daniel. Tom sees the pipe and can’t control the Tina induced urge. He takes the pipes heats it and takes a few deep hits before giving it to Daniel. After a few hits Daniel moves over to Tom and puts his cock in his mouth and starts sucking. Tom is in ecstasy after 20 minutes Max tells them to switch. Tom starts sucking Daniel and Max moves to Tom. After a few minutes Max tells them that it’s time to clean out and tells them to follow him into the bathroom. He shows both boys how to clean out their asses with an enema. After they are done Max leads them back to the couch and hands them a loaded pipe. When the both boys are busy with smoking he pulls Daniel’s ass towards him and lifts his legs exposing his ass. He gets a big syringe (without a needle) filled with a mixture of lube and Tina and squirts it into Daniel’s ass. He moves over to Tom and does the same. Both boys begin to moan about a burning sensation in their asses. He can see that both boys have enormous hard-on’s, so he quickly gets two laces and start tie-ing off the dicks so the blood can run back. Tom’s dick is 9.5” long and Daniel’s dick is smaller (8.5”) but thicker. Max sees how the Tina is loosening up their asses because Tom tries to finger his own hole. Max moves over to Tom and positions his cock in front off their hole. He takes a few deep hits from the pipe making him horny as hell. Max’s dick begins to grow to the full 12” and begins oozing pre-cum. He lubes his dick and begins pushing in the dick. Tom screams as his ass tries to resist but finally gives in and slowly the full length get buried inside. He pulls out but leaves the head in before plunging his dick back in. He increases the pass and the screaming turns into moaning. He grabs Tom’s hands and puts them on his chest and orders him to pinch and twist his nipples. Tom complies and the harder he works Max’s nipples the harder Max fucks his ass. Then he let’s out a loud roar as he starts to fill up Tom’s ass. He pulls out his cum covered dick and moves over grabs Daniel and rams his cock deep inside. Daniel screams and tries to get away. Tom sees this and climbs on top of him pushing him down, looks him in his eyes and says “Give in to it!!! Open yourself up!!!”. Daniel looks into Tom’s deep blue eyes and begins to relax. While Max begins to ram his cock harder and faster Daniel begins to moan louder. Tom grabs Daniels purple dick and slide it in his ass. Tom grabs Daniels nipples and start working them like he did with Max. Max sees this and grabs from behind Tom’s nipples. With every twist of Tom’s nipples he tightens his sphincter and starts to milk Daniel’s cock. The pressure begins to build up until Tom’s cock explodes by shooting out thick streams of cum. His orgasm tightens his sphincter so hard that it sets off a chain reaction. Daniel sphincter starts to pulsate while shooting his load deep inside Tom. With an enormous roar Max begins to fill up his second hole. The boys collapse onto each other. After 15 mins Max gets up get another bag and orders both boys to lay on the ground with their dicks side by side pointing up. Max hands the boys some lube. After lube-ing their cocks Max positions himself on top of the two dicks. He then grabs a strap, ties of his arm and slides a syringe inside a vein. He draws some blood before emptying the syringe. “This is going to be heavenly” Max says while removing the strap. He start to couch and with each couch his ass opens up some more. As the rush takes over Max’s body his sphincter relaxes. Daniel and Tom watch how he slides ball-deep over the two dicks. Max begins to ride on both dicks increasing the speed. Both boys see him ride their dicks as if it was a wild bull. Both boys feel the tension build up in their balls. “Shoot your loads in my ass” yells Max. The sight of this gorgeous blond skater boy with his tanned body covered in sweat is their breaking point. Max feels how both cocks start to swell up and start blasting huge amounts of cum inside his ass. “Wow! that’s hot… can’t wait until it’s my turn!” says Tom. “Me too.” adds Daniel. “That can be arranged” says a voice at the other side of the room. Both boys look up and see three guys standing in the room only wearing shorts. The guys where in their mid to late twenties and had ripped bodies. It took a few seconds before the boys recognised the three from Sam’s Gym. The black guy continued “I’m Dean, this is Andreas and he is Mohammed”. Andreas is latino and Mohammed arab. “We are the backup crew hired by Max to entertain you!”. Mohammed walks over to Max pulls him up and throws him over his shoulder. Andreas hands him a big plug. Mohammed forces the plug inside Max his ass and says “We don’t want to waste good cum”. Dean and Andreas grab the boys and lead them downstairs. They enter a dim lighted playroom with three slings. Mohammed drops Max in the middle sling. Max his eyes open up sees the guys and asks “Are the instructions clear”. Dean answers “Yes! They won’t leave before we converted them into one of us”. The boys were confused. Dean continued “It’s your turn now”. Mohammed and Andreas grabbed the two boys from behind in a neck-clamp. Then Dean began tie-ing off their arm and grabbed two prepared syringes. After he emptied them in side both boys he removed the straps at the same time as the guys let them go. They started couching. A warm feeling travelled thru their bodies and their brains got filled with horny thoughts. The guys picked them up and put them in the sling. The guys dropped there shorts revealing their massive dicks. Mohammed and Andreas dicks measured 12” and Dean’s cock was a whopping 13.5”. Dean was busy slamming Max. When he started to couch the three guys took their places; Dean with Max, Mohammed with Tom and Andreas with Daniel. They started to lube up the boys holes and started stretching them with their fingers. Then they pulled back the fingers and replaced them with their huge cocks. All boys let out a cry when the huge poles where jammed deep inside, but this quickly changed into moaning. “I want all of you to beg. Beg for our cocks. Beg to fuck us harder. And beg for our cum.” yells Dean. The boys started begging to fuck them harder and deeper. At one point you could hear Max beg to fill him with their toxic loads and to impregnate him with the Demon seed. “Do you see the tattoo on our chest? Do you know what that is? What it stands for?” Dean asked the two boys. The boys recognised the tattoo because it was the same as on Max’s chest. “This means that we are brothers. Brothers with the same DNA. Tonight you can become our brothers. If you want too… beg us to convert you… into our brothers!”. Both boys started to beg to be converted. Dean couldn’t hold it in anymore and exploded with a deep roar inside Max. Not long after also the other two filled up the holes of Tom and Daniel. They pulled out their dicks. The boys got straps around their wrists and ankles and got hooked to the chains of the sling. “Now it’s time to make sure that you become brothers!” said Dean. The guys began by lubing up their hands. Then they slipped two fingers in their asses, joined by a third one and a fourth. Their holes were stretch to the max, but were about to get stretched further. Then the thumb was added and the guys started to push their way inside. “We want to be sure you will convert into a brother, because tomorrow a friend of us is coming to mark you with the same tattoo as we have. So we going to fist our toxic poz seed deep inside you”. Both boys now realise what’s happening, but the tina laced lube is reprogramming their minds with raunchy and sleazy thoughts. Accepting their faith!”. The boys screamed as the fists ripped them open. For then next 40 minuted the boys drifted in and out of conscious while their holes got fisted brutally. At the end both guys could slide they arms in passed the elbow. Dean was fisting Max’s more experienced hole buried his arm in shoulder deep. The rest of the night the boys were loaded once or more by all the guys. The boys passed out and when they woke up they both had a tattoo on there chest. Finally they were brothers… Blood brothers! THE END????

This is a serial story I've been working on; it's finished through a good stopping point - but if there's enough interest, I can continue it further. There's also a side story already in the works. So - at least as far as THIS story goes, it will not be abandoned before a resolution. ***** "I detest that little shit!" I looked at Rick, puzzled. "Who? Why?" "The little dude over there in the green shorts hitting on that big musclebear." "Why - were you planning to go after that guy yourself?" "Not my point. Do you remember an obnoxious condom nazi who got himself banned from the bathhouses and the sex clubs who insisted everyone call him Theo?" "Oh, right... wait... that's him?! I remember him being a twink that turned up his nose at anyone who wasn't shaved from nose to toes." "He was... then I guess he realized he was aging out of the Twink zone, dropped out of sight for a few months and reappeared with a surprisingly heavy pelt grown back, a neat little beard and telling everyone to call him "Teddy" now - and instead of other hairless "little boy" types, now he chases muscle bears - emphasis on the muscle. If you recall, my big problem with him was that he had a vicious little habit of focusing his condom-nazi bullshit on guys HE didn't think were attractive - most often chunky bears and older men - and try and get them thrown out, like he was trying to turn a bathhouse into a hall of his own personal fantasy men. Well, he's still as big a body fascist as ever - to guys like the one he's talking to he's sweet as pie; if one's a little too old, a little too pudgy or whatever ... he's one of the nastiest little queens around ... unless he's trying to impress a potential trick, of course. On top of that, he went from condom nazi to Truvada campaigner - telling everyone it was a great *backup* in case a condom broke - to quietly dropping that and turning into a major PrEP Pig. I can only guess that at some point, one of those musclebears - on being told Ted was on PrEP - just held him down, raw-fucked him cross-eyed and he realized what he'd been missing all these years." "Aaaah, right, all the gossip is coming back to me now... I never ran into the little fuck, he never seemed to infest the sex clubs I like." "That's because all the sex club owners pre-emptively banned him when the first bathhouse banned him for his condom nazi tricks. Apparently he thought those places were beneath him until he got himself banned from all the bathhouses - and by then he was unwelcome at the sex clubs too. I know the owner of the Pig Trough and apparently Ted threw quite a fit when they wouldn't let him in, and would only tell him that it was because he'd been banned from the bathhouses. It's a little strange if you're expecting them to be competitive - but the owners of all the tubs and sex pits know each other and they share info about troublemakers. Usually it's druggies, dealers or guys who don't have even a rough idea of what 'consent' is - but Ted there got under their skin. I mean, sure they want to know about some kinds of misbehavior - especially if it's someone making a mess, literal or figurative they'll have to clean up - but a tattle-tale about guys he didn't find attractive who were fucking raw wasn't anything they wanted to deal with." "You said he's on PrEP?" I asked, and Rick nodded back. I started to chuckle. "What's so funny, Max?" "My buddy Logan is going to be visiting in about two weeks; he recently found out his strain of the bug is extremely resistant to Truvada; since he knows I'm as big a gift-giving perv as he is, he asked if I wanted to be exposed and of course I said yes. Now, I'm not Ted's type - maybe 'muscle bear' enough, but too old for his tastes. But from what you've said and going by that dude he's been chatting up, I bet he'd be all over Logan trying to get into his pants. He's about 6'4, built, covered in silky black fur and has a shaved head and a thick black beard. Oh, and a nice thick 8" to plow his dirty seed into any hole he can." "And you're thinking of siccing him on Teddy to see if that nasty strain can punch through the PrEP and knock Teddy up? I love it!" "Yeah - Logan used to brag about 'one fuck and knocked up' because his strain was so infectious; I don't know if it still is after whatever brought in the PrEP resistance, but it's sure worth a try if we can make it happen. He hasn't got any poz ink to give it away - while he gets off on any kind of breeding, he LOVES to stealth." "Damn... I'm getting a chub just thinking about it. I know a few guys in Teddy's orbit who'll know about what apps he's on and stuff." I looked at Rick. "This sounds like it's personal for you." "It's not about me, if that's what you mean. I don't want to talk about it right now, though." I dropped the point and we went on to chat about other things, and Rick later dropped me an email with a list of Teddy's hookup app and website accounts. I read them over and then contacted Logan - who, as I predicted, LOVED the idea; not just the stealthing part, but as someone who'd fuck anyone with facial hair and could be friendly with anyone else he loved the idea of sticking it to a former condom nazi who'd targeted "unattractive" men, and who was rude to anyone he didn't want to fuck. We talked about making some judicious edits to his own profiles to optimize his appeal to Teddy - who, for example, said he wasn't into "mansmells". (I'd just have to thoroughly tongue-bathe Logan before he showered to go after the little shit.) So - a photo of his arm in a bicep pose with his hairy armpit dripping sweat got recaptioned from "Wallow in my musk" to "I work out hard!" and other similar tweaks. He set up his travel dates to show a later arrival than he really had, so he and I would have time for our fun and getting set up for his pursuit of Teddy.

I decided to stay in tonight because tomorrow is Gasparilla festival here in Tampa, I texted one of my fuck buddies that I haven't seen in quite a while to see if he wanted to come over but he was going out with friends. My cunt was aching to get filled so I texted another FB I have nicknamed "vaseline daddy" because he is 47 (16 years older than me) and he loves using vaseline as lube which Im not a big fan of but he is always up to come over when I text him and he loves daddy/boy role play. He was out having a few beers but said he would be by around 11. I start my routine of making sure Im ready, play with some toys then hop in the shower. Im watching some porn when I notice my phone light up with his text that he is here, I quickly put on a jockstrap, unlock my apartment door and text him back that the door is unlocked. I hear him walk in/ make his way towards my room as Im getting poppers out of my nightstand. He walks in my room and tells me to "come give daddy some sugar baby" We embrace for a long kiss as he starts grabbing my jockstrapped ass. I can almost taste the beer on his breath. He takes off his shirt and I run my hands across his furry chest as he starts unbuckling his belt and slides his jeans down, his already hard cock was sticking through the slit in his boxers, I kneel down and start slurping on his hairy daddy dick, after a while he lifts me up by my arms and says "daddy needs to eat some hole, get on the bed boy" I do as Im told of course I lay down and he starts tongue fucking my hole, with his hands spreading my cheeks, I love getting my cunt eaten my cock is rock hard digging into my mattress, after nearly ten minutes of him eating my ass he stops and I hear the familiar sound of him opening his little plastic tub of vaseline, I grab the poppers and take a deep hit as he shoves a big glob of it into my hole and starts coating his cock with it. I feel the smooth head of his cock start pressing through my entrance, he dives all the way in and pauses for a few seconds while he kisses my shoulders and the back of my neck, he starts off slow taking long strokes, it hurts/burns a little as vaseline always does : (, he leans back up and pulls on my hips till Im in the ass up face down position, he fucks me for a few minutes like this alernating between fast and slow, then he pulls out completely and says "flip over boy" "Yes Daddy" I obediently respond, as I am repositioning I see that I have a long string of precum hanging on my now soft cock (damn poppers) I get on my back near the edge of the bed and take another deep whiff of poppers, he hooks his forearms under the back of my knees and pushes his daddy cock back deep in my cunt and locks his lips to mine as he starts really fucking me hard, Im moaning and whimpering into his mouth as he gives it to me rough, he starts sucking on my neck and licking my ears, which drives me wild as he continues to plow into me. "Want my load boy?" "Yes Daddy, give me that hot cum" "Im going to flood that boypussy, here it comes boy!" "Oh fuck yeah daddy!" He slows his jackhammering back to long slow strokes, he starts moaning as he unloads inside me, he slows to a stop deep inside and I feel the last few pulses coming from his cock as his seed coats my insides. Breathing heavy he leans down and we kiss for a while as his cock is still buried deep in my hole. "Fuck" he pants as he pulls away and out of me, I clentch my hole and carefully roll over as to not get any vaseline or cum on my sheets. He grabs the towel off of my nightstand and starts wiping off his softening cock. "I needed that" he said "So did I, my hole has been craving dick all week, thank you for coming over, are you sure you are okay to drive home? you are more than welcome to stay over here and cuddle with me for the night" ( I generally dont have fuck buddies over to stay the night but we have played together at least 10 times, so I kinda trust him, plus I was a bit worried about him driving as he reaked of beer) "Thanks but Im fine, I only had a couple" After getting dressed He comes over to me kisses me again. "Shoot me text whenever, I love taking care of this ass" he says as he smacks one of my cheeks and leaves. I jacked myself off, and immediately took a shower afterwards to get all the vaseline out of my crack, but kept clenched up to make sure his load stays deep inside me. Made myself a post sex sandwich and started writing this. Happy hunting everyone!

I didn't get the video until the next day - but it was worth the wait. His camera placement was excellent and he knew how to play to them without it being obvious to Teddy that's what he was doing. I was amazed when on fuck 4 or 5, as he got close Logan said "Gonna cum!" - and I was expecting Teddy to respond with something like "cum in me" or maybe "fuck me harder" - but Teddy started dropping poz chaser lines! OK, he didn't go as far as asking for a "toxic" load or begging to be "knocked up" - but he did say he wanted Logan's "dirty" load "balls deep" and like that. I don't know if that was genuine or what he thought Logan wanted to hear... but it was quite something hearing this coming out of a former condom nazi! I'd noticed - but it hadn't really registered on me - that one of the profile view cameras just happened to look all the way into the attached bathroom - a happy accident of the door placement. But then I get to the part where Logan ushers Teddy into the bathroom, shoves him down to his knees and starts pissing in his mouth! Another of Teddy's raunch limits blown to hell - maybe we need to bottle Logan's B.O. for the effect it has on bottom pigs! I should clarify - Logan was pissing in Teddy's mouth, who was *guzzling it down* not just letting it flow out again and getting wet in the process. The audio from the bathroom was poor, but I did think I heard Logan telling him "don't spill a drop". And then there were those 11 PrEP-busting, bug-laden loads! Logan had told me that he felt a lot of the stuff that some breeders do to willing chasers to try and ensure the bug "takes" was overkill; he felt that the best approach - and one compatible with stealthing - was just to *keep on fucking* after dropping a load, actively massaging that charged cum into the recipient's fuckhole. Of course with him that tended to just roll forward into fucking another load in - but that could only help too. (Of course, he was used to having a highly infectious strain, so who knows?) I had two particular favorites - Logan woke up first on Saturday morning after banging 3 loads in a row into Teddy on Friday night; he had his typical raging-hard, drooling morning wood - and just shoved that into Teddy's cum-oozing hole and started fucking, pinning him down and forcing him to take it. Teddy struggled a bit at first, but quickly got into it with Logan's broad cockhead banging hard on his prostate. The other was the reverse - Logan lying there on his back snoring with a roaring hardon - and Teddy sitting on it... which led to Teddy getting rolled over, held down and reamed mercilessly when Logan awoke. It was clear that Teddy was shocked by Logan's forceful approach - though you'd think after 10 or more loads he'd have gotten a clue by then - but he quickly got into it, encouraging Logan to "ride me hard" and so on. My own hole was no longer sore from Logan's plowing but his powerfucking style was obviously familiar and made my hole clench at times. I had to start stroking as I watched the video and the count of potent loads blasted up Teddy's hole rose; when I got to the last one - the Monday morning wake-up fuck that was just shy of sexual assault - I shot all over my own beard when Logan roared "Take my NUT, faggot!" as he plowed in toxic dose #13, his crotch grinding hard against Teddy's hairy butt. I wished I could see the entire fucks instead of just a highlight reel - but figured maybe I could convince him to show them to me someday, if not let me have full copies. (He had finally agreed to let me have the videos of him fucking ME, as long as I promised not to post them online. Our poz talk was very blunt throughout all our fucking and he understandably didn't want any potential stealth targets tipped off.) During the week I got several updates from him via Signal; he'd had a number of other men lined up to breed, mostly either already poz who wanted to get held down and plowed by a big burly biker or bugchasers who were hoping to get knocked up; but despite having told Teddy he had plans during the week and would be busy, the little shit seemed to not care that Logan had other things/men to do. Logan got progressively more irritated with Teddy's wheedling for more of his cock; "In a way it's an ego boost to have someone so desperate for more of me - but damn it, he GOT a baker's dozen of my loads over a long weekend! What a greedy little creep!" "Yeah, well - that fits." "I didn't tell ya before - but I'd actually started to wonder if he was so bad... then at one point I went off to get us drinks and I overheard him trashing people right and left with his friends when he thought I was out of earshot. I have NO regrets for doing my best to knock him up!" "Glad to hear it, buddy. Other than him being a pest, how's it going?" "Great! Lots of willing holes - had a 'mostly top' guy the other day who wants to go from shooting blanks to live ammo, so I really reamed him hard; after, he thanked me for 'doing the job right' so I hope he gets what he wants. I'm looking forward to that party Friday night you were telling me about, but I blanked on the details...?" "Oh, it's a 'breed the bugchasers' party - 3 slings, 3 pigs who want to poz and they don't know which tops are poz - and at the end, they're only told their *total* of charged loads, not who gave them the poison seed. I've been to a couple, they're lots of fun. The bottoms have to impress the buddy of mine who throws 'em because to have at least two tops per bottom is difficult to put together so they have to make it worth the tops' time. Like I said the other day, you and your machine-gun cock are going to be popular even if you have to wait a while in between turns while all the tops get rotated through. All the bottoms have at least a goatee, so I'm sure you'll breed 'em all. <grin>" "One last thing for now... I discovered I fucked up when I made my reservation - I have to be out of here on Saturday, but I wasn't going to leave 'til Sunday. Any ideas?" "Sure, you can stay here Saturday night. We'll go out, have some fun and you can gift me any dirty cum you don't want to take home. I've got space in my garage for your bike so you won't have to park it on the street." "Great! By the way, have you heard anything from your scientist bud?" "We just gave him your blood sample two days ago - it takes at least a week for all the testing. He told me he would like samples from me once a month for a while to follow what happens. I'll be sure to keep you updated on the results." "I don't know why, but it's really been turning me on to think of having a brother breeder with my strain of the virus... can you imagine us double-penetrating some pig and both of us filling him with the same strain? Just thinkin' about it makes my dick leak!" "Doing your laundry makes your dick leak," I joked, "but I know what you mean. Love the idea of our cocks slipping back and forth next to each other in the fuckhole of a piggy begging for us to plant our dirty seed...!" "Fuck yea! Whoops, gotta run, bud - have a trick showing up soon. I'll take a half day off before the party and I'll see you there - I found the email you sent with all the details." "Ride hard, man!" "As always!"

Lots of background since I plan this to be at least 4 or 5 parts. THE INITIATION High school had finally started getting better for Kelvin. It had just taken until February of his senior year for him to finally feel like things were finally going his way. His recent early acceptance to Columbia and his dreams of getting out of the small town in Upstate New York seemed to be unfolding for him exactly as he had hoped – something that never seemed to happen for Kelvin. His freshman year at Union-Endicott High School had been a rough one. Moving from a small elementary and middle school to a school with over 500 people in his grade was overwhelming for Kelvin. Kelvin had never been particularly social and quite introverted. He had always been at the head of his class academically but was never really part of the geek clique. He wasn’t a jock, in the band, an artist or any of the other dozen of groups that made up the classic high school social hierarchy. Kelvin was a guy without a country, so to speak and while he was occasionally lonely, he was actually usually quite comfortable being on his own. Any semblance of a normal freshman year died when in the spring his mother was diagnosed with cancer and by the start of summer his mother was gone. Losing his mother was difficult for Kelvin. She had been the one person he always felt he could talk to and who would listen without judgment. His father had always been somewhat disconnected from Kelvin. His father was a former high school A-lister, playing football and baseball and being good enough to make All-State through most of high school. Kelvin wasn’t exactly a disappointment, but he and his father just didn’t seem to have anything in common. Kevin’s father also tended to disappear after coming home from work using his homemade beer to drown the mundanity of his life. His father was never quite drunk, just very distant. After his mother’s death, his father seemed to almost completely disappear from his life except for dinners and occasional evenings together spent in relative quiet. Kelvin’s sophomore year, as could be predicted, was essentially a blur. With his mother’s death and his father’s self-imposed absence, Kelvin dove into his academics pushing himself even harder. Books became his escape and Kelvin’s world shrank to his home and his classes at school. In a rare incident of insight, Kelvin’s father pulled Kelvin aside toward the end of his sophomore. “Kelvin, I know things have been rough since your mom died,” he began, “but I’m concerned that all this focus on school is not good for you.” Kelvin shrugged in response. Kelvin’s father continued, “I think you need to get out and do something physical, so I signed you up for training at Scott’s Gym. Hopefully, this will help get you out a little bit more.” Kelvin nodded and sighed. And with that Kelvin began working out at least 5 times a week. After a few months, Kelvin’s dad didn’t think Kelvin was putting on enough muscle. One day, when Kelvin was ready to head to the gym his father pulled him aside into the bathroom. “Hey, I know you’ve been working hard and I want you to feel like you’re getting results. When I was in school we’d use a little something extra to help build a bit more muscle. Here,” his father pulled out a needle, “let me see your upper thigh.” Kelvin rolled up his shorts and his father stabbed the needle deep into his muscle, injecting Kelvin with the thick liquid. Smiling after the injection, Kelvin’s dad said, “There. We’ll start cycling you and see if we can’t get you some results you can really see and be proud of.” Kelvin knew the steroids could eventually cause problems but his dad had seemed so happy that he had finally found a way to connect with his son, that he didn’t have the heart to object. Through the rest of his sophomore and junior years Kelvin cycled on steroids and his body grew in both shape and definition. Kelvin knew things had changed, he could obviously see the changes himself, and also noticed how instead of being completely invisible he began turning heads of the girls at school which made him uncomfortable. The steroids had not only added bulk to his muscles but had two other effects Kelvin had not considered. The first was that by the end of Kelvin’s junior year instead of the light fuzzy treasure trail and chest that many of his classmates had, Kelvin was sporting a dense trail of fur from his crotch up to his chest which was also becoming thick with fur. Although his father smiled and said he was turning into a ‘real man’, Kelvin was self-conscious of the changes and tried to avoid showers after gym with his classmates. His arms and legs were equally hirsute and every afternoon he was sporting a 5 o’clock shadow. The second effect wasn’t as noticeable to others, but Kelvin was acutely aware of it. The extra testosterone and androgens flowing through his bloodstream had turned a normally horny teenager into a supreme horn dog. Kelvin spent much of his evenings online downloading and consuming porn. He found himself whacking off three, four sometimes five times a day to keep his urges in check. Kelvin also realized that while he initially had been downloading straight porn, he was now spending all of his time on gay porn sites. Kelvin had not given much thought to his sexuality, he had been too busy burying himself in school, especially after his mother died. Kelvin’s favorite videos were the ones where an older, furry, bearish guy got blown by a younger, but also furry otter or cub. He spent hours spilling load after load as he watched and dreamed of servicing an older, moaning, hot furry guy while gently rubbing the young guys head and murmuring out things like, “Yeah, work that dick. Show me that you want my load.” Kelvin always ended the movies after that scene because he knew that the next one would be the otter or cub getting fucked and while part of him found it exciting he just couldn’t see himself ever letting someone do that to him. Kelvin’s senior year started off unremarkably enough. By this time he had settled on going away for school, hopefully to Columbia where he’d have access to New York City and could leave small town Endicott behind. He could remake himself into whomever he wanted. No one would know him and it was a chance to start completely over if he wanted. Fall flew by and college application deadlines came and went. By the start of winter break, Kelvin was eager for the New Year and news about Columbia. He’d also told his father he was no longer interested in his regimen of enhancers but agreed to continue to hit the gym. And now, here he was, recently 18 and accepted to Columbia for the fall and the promise of a new life was just a few months away. His battle against the inevitable 5 o’clock shadow had led him to abandon all attempts at being cleaned shaven. Instead, he opted for leaving a day or two’s growth on his face – not quite a beard, but a short, neat patch of hair. Since his freshman year, Kevin had grown in height to about 5’10” and 195 pounds of muscle. His icy blue eyes stood out from his dirty blonde head of hair and the darker hair of his beard and body. The day after Kelvin had received his acceptance letter he was showering after gym class. He had waited until after his classmates had finished, as usual, since he was still conscientious of the differences between his and his classmates’ bodies. He was letting his mind wander about the freedoms he’d experience at Columbia, including maybe the chance to present himself on his knees to a hot older guy. His dick started to harden at the thought and Kelvin smiled. Suddenly, he heard a cough behind him and turned quickly – forgetting his half hardened dick was lifting into the air. “Hey, Kelvin!” It was Coach Foley, his gym teacher for the past two years. “I heard you got some good news the other day.” Kelvin gulped and felt the blood rush from his face. Coach Foley was about 35 years old and a former collegiate soccer player. He was perhaps a couple inches taller than Kelvin but not nearly as massive. Coach Foley had retained the upper body of his soccer player form but also had some of the softness that occurs as guys get older but still work out. His legs were solid unlike the softness of his upper body. Just looking at them, were convincing enough to believe that he was still actively running and kicking soccer balls daily. His gym shorts left little to the imagination, a good sized bulge forming in the front indicating either ample meat, potatoes or both. Coach’s hoodie was zipped up about 3/4 ‘s of the way and thick black hair pushed its way out all the way to just below his neck. His face sported a cheesy pornstache which looked oddly appropriate for him. Coach smiled as he noticed Kelvin assessing him. “Good,” he thought, “boy’s definitely showing some interest. I’m thinking this is going to go exactly as I planned.” Coach flexed his dick, tenting his shorts briefly, and watched Kelvin’s eyes get bigger while chuckling to himself. “I know things have been tough for you the last few years and just wanted to let you know how great it is that Columbia knows what a great catch you are.” “Uh, thanks, Coach Foley,” Kelvin stammered. Despite his embarrassment at getting caught staring, his dick refused to get the message to stand down. In fact, at the sight of coach’s dick suddenly tenting out his shorts, Kelvin felt his dick fill with even more blood and move from a downward position to nearly horizontal. Kelvin had always considered himself pretty normal in the cock department. Compared to the videos he watched Kelvin wasn’t exactly huge. Topping out at just shy of 8” long and about 6” thick he wasn’t nearly as big as the guys in the video. Coach Foley, appearing to ignore Kelvin’s obvious discomfort and pelvic reactions, continued on. “What classes do you have this afternoon? I’ve got the last two periods off for planning and would love for you to come by and we can celebrate your good news. And, of course, your recent birthday.” Coach smiled. Eighteen. The magic number. He’d been waiting all fall semester for the New Year and the opportunities it might bring. “Ummm, I’ve got AP physics and AP English, but my last two periods are study halls since I’m a year ahead in History and don’t have to take any more,” Kelvin responded. Coach nodded, but he had already known the answer. He had checked Kelvin’s schedule for the spring and had traded with another coach so that he’d have back-to-back periods that matched Kelvin’s schedule. “Good. Stop by my office on your way out and pick up your pass,” Coach said. “And oh, by the way, don’t worry, all young guys get boners whenever the wind blows the wrong way.” Laughing Coach Foley headed off into the locker room. Kelvin once again felt his face blanch and turned to make sure his now engorged cock was out of sight. Kelvin quickly washed off and headed to the locker room, making sure he got a dousing of cold water in a failed attempt to bring his dick to heel. Coach Foley watched Kelvin finish cleaning off. Coach’s dick popped up again tenting out his shorts as he watched Kelvin bend over to wash his legs. Coach couldn’t quite see it, but he could imagine Kelvin’s pink, virgin butt hole amid the furry crack just aching to be cracked opened. As Kelvin finished up Coach Foley headed back to his office. He quickly filled out Kelvin’s pass and handed it to him as he passed by. “Looking forward to helping you celebrate. See you in a couple hours.” Kelvin nodded, smiled and headed out of the locker room. As Kelvin walked away Coach smiled to himself. Looks as if he had timed things just about right. Stopping his meds right after the New Year, he figured his viral load had grown exponentially and was approaching maximum toxicity. Sure it was a risk, stopping his meds every year, but it was his duty to pass on his viral RNA to the next generation of worthy recipients. Unlike others he knew, Coach Foley was interested in quality and not quantity of conversions. Sure he could rough his boys up with a toothbrush or scratch their insides with lengthened nails to help the virus penetrate and take hold of their bodies. Coach thought of himself as a purist, he believed that those worthy of the virus would accept it and wouldn’t need the help of a toothbrush or nail. A worthy individual’s body would welcome the virus and let it in. The virus just needed the time to figure out if the host would be worthy. For the last 5 years, Coach Foley had watched and chosen a senior he thought was worthy of the honor of being infected. Infection meant never having to worry about raw sex, the way men should enjoy it. It meant a release to seek out other men’s DNA and to spread it far and wide. Out of the last five years, two of his choices had been worthy. His first and second choices had not taken. While they had been fun fucks, the virus had rejected him. His first success, David, had converted within a couple weeks of his first insemination. He was now a Junior at UCLA and had let Coach know that he was helping to spread Coach’s virus all over Southern California. Zack, his choice the year after David, had also been found worthy. Over his spring break, Zack had been sick and Coach smiled as he thought of fuck flu raging through him. Sure enough, he had converted and was now at school at Old Miss where he was spreading Coach’s viral genes to drunk and closeted born again Christians. Last year had been a disappointment. After two years of worthy conversions, Tyler, despite repeated inseminations, sometimes three or four times a day had failed the test. Tyler had been a true cum whore taking as much cum as Coach could find him. It just showed that even the perfect whore may not be found worthy. It would have been nice if Tyler had been worthy, as a natural slut Coach could have counted on him spreading his seed far and wide. Things happen for a reason, he sighed, and thought about Kelvin heading off to Columbia, with Coach’s DNA swimming in his bodily fluid and smiled. He noticed a small drop of pre-cum form on the head of his cock as it poked from beneath is gym shorts. A good sign that Kelvin might very well be worthy. As Kelvin wandered off to lunch after gym, he replayed what had just happened. Coach Foley had always been nice to Kelvin and, in fact, he had known his father. But something was odd about his interaction with Coach Foley. Had he just imagined seeing Coach’s dick jump inside his shorts as Kelvin’s cock grew and he had caught Kelvin staring? No, Kelvin must have been imagining things. After all those videos, he knew it was all just wishful thinking. Coach was just being nice and it was good knowing that someone recognized Kelvin’s achievement. Kelvin’s own dad had not managed to grunt out more than a perfunctory “congratulations” before disappearing into the cellar and back to his homebrew. Kelvin smiled, yes it was good that someone had noticed and it was someone one he respected like Coach Foley made it even better. And a quiet voice deep within his groin agreed that it was good that someone hot like Coach Foley had noticed. Lunch and afternoon classes seemed to crawl by. Kelvin found himself fingering the hall pass in his pockets as each period came to an end. By the time 8th period came around the hall pass had been worn thin. As he took his seat his hand once again went to the pass. Some doubts entered his mind. “Should I go?” he asked himself. “What if I get another boner? What would Coach think of that?” He fiddled a few more minutes with pass until finally picking himself up from his seat and heading toward the front. “Yes?” Miss Padakula asked. Kelvin fumbled with the pass and gave it to her. “Lucky you,” she said as she signed it and handed it back to Kelvin. “I’d give just about anything to get out of here myself.” Kelvin nodded a headed out to the gym. Kelvin didn’t know why, but his heart was racing and he kept having to remind himself to slow down. It wasn’t a race but somehow his body wasn’t aware of that fact. He moved through the corridors and soon found himself in front of the locker room. He hesitated for a moment but then screwed up his courage and walked in. Coach Foley’s office was the back, out of the way. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d just wander into without actively looking for it. As Kelvin approached the office he saw Coach seated at his desk with his back to the door. Coach’s office was a pretty good size. Having a winning football team had its advantages. His office was decent sized, housing a small desk and chair as well as couch along one wall. There was a single door, now wide open, with a thin slit of a window that was covered with paper like most of the teachers did to prevent people from staring in or students from looking out toward freedom. Coach Foley had his legs propped up on one side of the desk. His gym shorts slipping down just enough to leave his upper thighs visible and the narrow band of a jack strap along the edge. “Hey, Coach Foley. Made it,” Kelvin declared obviously. Coach turned around and smiled at Kelvin’s attempt at small talk. “So you did. Come on in and have a seat. Just grabbing a Coke here. Let me get you one and we’ll have a toast.” Coach Foley reached over to a small fridge and pulled out two Cokes. He handed one to Kelvin as Kelvin made his way to the couch. Kelvin accepted the open bottle and sat on the couch. Holding the Coke in his lap and leaning slightly forward. Coach began, “So, let’s have a toast to Kelvin for his early acceptance to Columbia! I also heard you might be getting a scholarship?” “Yeah,” said Kelvin, “I actually have a full ride.” Kelvin smiled. He hadn’t said that aloud to anyone and realized how proud that made him feel. Coach could see the satisfaction on Kelvin’s face and continued. “Okay, so that deserves a double celebration! So, a double celebration means we chug our first ones and grab another. You ready?” asked Coach Foley a glint in his eye. “Okay, if those are the rules,” Kelvin smiled back. Coach raised his bottle and tapped the top of Kelvin’s bottle then brought it to his lips and began to chug. Kelvin raced to keep up and began downing his Coke. The soda had a bit of an odd taste which Kelvin noticed but rapidly was lost in the effort to get it all down in one gulp. Coach Foley finished first and Kelvin saw Coach watching intently as Kelvin finished. A crooked smile crossed Coach Foley’s face. “Good job! Let’s crack open another one. Sorry it’s not beer, but I don’t really want to get busted for getting an 18-year-old drunk,” Coach Foley explained. Get him drunk? No. Have him spun out on G? Hell, yeah. Coach Foley started chatting with Kelvin making small talk, asking about his plans, his classes, and his work-outs. As they talked over the next 15 minutes Kelvin was thinking how easy it was to talk with Coach Foley. Where he was nervous before he felt himself relaxing and settling into the conversation. As Coach Foley talked, Kelvin’s attention began to wander. He kept finding his eyes wandering to either Coach Foley’s half-zipped hoodie and the hairy chest beneath or slipping down to Coach’s shorts and the bulge there. Every so often Kelvin would catch himself staring and raise his eyes to meet Coach’s eyes. Each time he thought he caught the glimpse of another smile. He was also sure that each time his eyes wander to Coach Foley’s groin the bulge there grew in size. Finally, after several minutes, he was sure he could make out the outline of a thick shaft lengthening along Coach’s thigh. Kelvin answered all of Coach Foley’s questions and, in between, took gulps from his second Coke. As he finished his second Coke, Kelvin slid back into the couch and closed his eyes for a minute. Opening them, he saw Coach Foley adjusting himself and staring down at Kelvin. “So, Kelvin. Haven’t heard about you dating anyone. Got your eye on anyone?” Kelvin felt a big lump form in his throat and gulped it down. “I, uh, have been pretty busy with school so I don’t really have time for other things,” as he let his thought trail off. “Funny,” started Coach Foley, “I’ve noticed you checking me out. You like what you see?” Coach watched Kelvin’s face and the struggle that appeared to be going on. “It’s OK, man,” Coach continued “Some guys like guys and some like girls and some like both. I’m actually pretty flattered that a guy as hot as you would even look at a guy like me.” Kelvin’s heart raced and his stomach clenched. Coach appeared to notice his loss for words but continued, “Haven’t told anyone you’re gay yet, huh? Probably not even yourself.” Coach laughed lightly, “In fact, would it help for you to know that I’m also gay? And not only am I flattered you think I’m worth staring at, but I’ve been checking you out since you started in my class junior year.” Kelvin was torn. A voice inside him screamed for him to get up and walk out, that this was wrong and shouldn’t be happening. Another voice though smoothed over the warning and urged Kelvin to tell Coach what he was feeling, to jump on board and let Coach know the secret that he had been hiding from everyone, including himself. “Coach,” he started, “you’re right. I’m gay.” With those words a heavy weight seemed to lift from Kelvin and something inside him broke open. “God, I’ve been staring at you thinking how hot you are and how much I want to touch you and press up against your naked furry body.” Kelvin suddenly shut up realizing he may have gone too far. Coach got up and walked over to the couch, bending over to pull Kelvin to standing only inches from his own body. “Kelvin, tell me what you want. I know you’ve been waiting, I’ve seen it in your eyes.” As he said this his hand slipped to Kelvin’s jeans and the growing bulge that was there. Squeezing Kelvin’s growing cock tightly, he leaned in and whispered in Kelvin’s ear, “I know you want to feel my cock. Go ahead and grab it. You’ve never held another man’s cock have you?” Kelvin shook his head, still unable to speak. Kelvin’s hands went to Coach Foley’s waist and down into his gym shorts. He could feel Coach’s jock and the solid shaft within it that he had noticed earlier. “Let me get these off. I’m pretty sure they are only going to get in the way,” Coach said as he took a step back. He pulled down his zipper on the hoodie, removed and tossed it onto his chair. Next, he released his gym shorts which dropped to the floor leaving him naked except for the black jock strap that cradled his balls and restrained his thick burgeoning boner. He slid back up to Kelvin and grabbed both sides of his face lifting Kelvin’s eyes into his own. “Close your eyes and reach down for my cock,” Coach Foley murmured just inches from Kelvin’s face. As Kelvin shut his eyes and lowered his hand to Coach Foley’s groin he felt Coach’s hot breath on his face and felt Coach’s lips press against Kelvin’s as Kelvin’s hand slid down to wrap around Coach’s hard and thickened dick. Kelvin gasped slightly as Coach’s tongue probed against his lips and pressed past into his mouth. Coach’s pornstache was soft compared to Kelvin’s scruff. He could feel it brushing against him as Coach’s tongue explored every inch of Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin let out a second gasp as he tried to wrap his hand around Coach’s cock. It was so thick his hand could barely get around it. Kelvin’s own dick jumped in anticipation and strained against his underwear and jeans. He could feel his balls ache as if his semen was boiling in his balls seeking desperate release. His shaft was growing rapidly, becoming engorged with blood. He fumbled as he worked Coach’s shaft feeling the thick mushroom head and the large piss slit which was oozing sticky pre-cum. With each exploration of Kelvin’s hands Coach pressed deeper into Kelvin’s hungry mouth wrestling his tongue into submission. As suddenly as it began, Coach pulled his face away from Kelvin still holding the sides of his face. “Good boy,” encouraged Coach Foley, “How did that feel?” Kelvin could only moan as his hands continued to explore every vein of Coach’s shaft and weighed his cum-laden balls in the cup of his hand. Coach took a step back and Kelvin’s hand fell in front of him. Coach Foley took in Kelvin from head to crotch and smiled. “Two things will make this better. First, you have too many clothes on. So lose ‘em. All of them. I want you naked in front of me. NOW.” The last word came out strong and as a command. Kelvin was overwhelmed. Every fiber of his body needed this and needed to do what Coach asked, no what Coach ordered him to do. He quickly lost his shirt and pants, only hesitating as he reached for his underwear. Coach Foley’s eyes, however, bored into his own and the command repeated in Kelvin’s head. NOW! Kelvin was now naked in front of Coach looking into Coach’s eyes which locked onto Kelvin’s. “Good. You can follow directions,” Coach stated matter-of-factly as he stepped forward. “Just listen and do what I say, Kelvin. I know how to make you feel good, feel needed. Right now I want you to bend down and take my nipple in your mouth.” Kelvin dutifully lowered his head finding the nipple with his lips. “Now, start sucking. Keep it up until I say otherwise. I want you nursing on Coach’s teat because that makes Coach rock hard.” Kelvin concentrated on Coach’s nipple, at first tonguing it gently. As he worked the nipple Coach pressed Kelvin’s head from behind forcing him to work the nipple deeper and harder. Kelvin felt Coach’s cock pulsing against his thigh with each suckling. “See, how Coach likes that?” he heard Coach ask. Kelvin could only slightly nod his head in response. After a few minutes Coach switched Kelvin to his other nipple to be serviced. Coach moaned as Kelvin worked the nipples. Coach’s dick seemed impossibly hard and large against Kevin’s thigh. Coach slowly pulled Kelvin from his nipple and stared into Kelvin who’s eye were glassy, a sign that his G-infused blood was in total control. Coach smiled and as Kelvin looked into his face he spat into Kelvin’s open mouth catching Kelvin by surprise. “Bitch, you’re mine,” he growled. “You’re my fucking cum dump from now on. Whether it’s spit or cum,” or other fluids in the future Coach thought wickedly, “you’ll swallow them and thank Coach for choosing you.” Kelvin nodded and licked his lips swallowing the last of Coach’s spit. “Good. Now that we have that understanding,” Coach began, “it’s time to start feeding you coach’s gift of cum. His DNA. The more cum Coach loads into you the more likely you are to continue to grow into a fucking man.” At that Coach grabbed both of Kelvin’s nipples and squeezed tightly. A shock of electricity shot through his nipples and down to his dick which had continued to throb and demand release causing it to press firmly against his belly. Coach pulled down on Kelvin’s nipples and Kelvin’s knees buckled. “Good boy. Down on your knees. Time to worship Coach’s meat with that cock sucking hole of yours. Once you get Coach all the way down that pretty little virgin throat of yours, he’s gonna dump a load of his DNA down your gullet.” Kelvin went to his knees and as he did Coach’s hands when to Kevin’s shoulders and guided him to the floor. Coach’s jock was inches from Kelvin’s face and he could smell the sweat from Coach’s balls. It made him a bit dizzy but he managed to focus on the bulging pouch in front of him. Coach’s hands went to his sides and lowered his jock freeing his thick cock and balls. Kelvin sat mesmerized. Coach’s dick was shorter than Kelvin’s probably just shy of 7” but it was thicker than he imagined. Coach’s shaft was at least 8” around and looked more like a Red Bull can than a dick. A large drop of pre-cum glistened at Coach’s piss slit. He could see shining residue coating the front of Coach’s jock, evidence of massive amounts of jizz that Coach had been leaking. Coach Foley’s balls hung low and were easily a double handful. With their size they promised a large load of cum when finally released and Kelvin, unconsciously, licked his lips with that final thought. “Start with the head, Kelvin. Open your jaw wide and take the head in. See how it tastes. You’ll need to try and relax, because once we get started, we won’t be stopping until my balls are against you chin and my head is swollen in your throat and ready to feed you your first load of Coach’s cum.” Kelvin’s eyes stayed glued to the monster dick in front of him. It seemed impossible that he would be able to swallow it. He leaned forward while Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin and the head popped into Kelvin’s mouth. Kelvin could taste the salt and sweat of Coach’s head and it made his head swim. Once inside he could taste the pre-cum which had been coating Coach’s jock. Salty and slippery his tongue slid around the tip and spread the pre-cum through his mouth. He had always thought of cum as sticky but when mixed with the spit in his mouth it became slick and he could feel Coach’s head slide more easily within his jaw. Coach smiled. He could feel Kelvin’s tongue on his cock head and knew that he was exploring the benefits of pre-cum. As Kelvin seemed to adjust to Coach’s girth, Coach shifted his hips sliding his dick down another inch or so. Kelvin’s expression became slightly panicked but Coach placed his hand on the back of Kelvin's head and rubbed it slowly. “Remember,” said Coach, “relax your jaw and breathe through your nose. You’ve got a lot more to go and you need to make it easy on yourself.” He could feel Kelvin relax as he stroked his head and told him how good he was doing. Kelvin had unconsciously started sucking on Coach’s cock. Coach always had his boys start with the nipples and this was why. After working Coach’s nipples sucking on a cock was a natural progression. It also primed his boys for the signals that he would use for Kelvin to suck harder and deeper like he had with the nipples. Kelvin had the first couple inches in now, but the remaining 4” would be the real test. Bending over slightly and holding Kelvin’s head in place he reached for a small brown vial he had made sure was placed within reach. “Ok, Kelvin. So far you’re a prime dick sucker but in order to get Coach’s load we need to get the rest of this dick down your throat. When I put this vial under your nostril I want you to breathe in deeply. It may burn slightly, but keep it up for as long as you can.” Kelvin nodded as best he could with his mouth wrapped around Coach’s dick. Coach lowered the bottle with one hand and pressed his other hand’s finger against Kelvin’s other nostril. “Inhale now, deep as you can,” Coach ordered. Kelvin breathed in deep and the smell slammed into him like a freight train. He rode it out and continued to inhale as Coach had instructed. His head began to swim and he felt Coach switch the bottle to his other hand and plug his other nostril. Without a word, Kelvin again inhaled deeply for as long as he could. The rush was less intense now that he had felt it once but his head continued to swim. Coach repeated it once more in each nostril before setting the bottle down and placing his hands on the back of Kelvin’s head. Kelvin’s head was swimming and he felt as if he might black out. “Now we’ll see how much you want Coach’s load.” Coach gently and steadily pushed his hips forward and applied pressure to the back of Kelvin’s head forcing him further down the shaft. Coach knew that they were getting to the critical point when he felt the edges of Kelvin’s throat on his dick’s head. Gently he rubbed Kelvin’s head and whispered, “Take a deep breath and relax.” Kelvin took a deep breath and again his head swam. Coach pushed his hips toward Kelvin while also using his hands massaging the joint of his jaw on both sides. Steadily as his hips advanced, Coach also pushed Kelvin's head further down the monstrous shaft. At first, Coach could feel resistance as his cockhead pushed against the narrowed opening of Kelvin's throat. Coach Foley continued to thrust forward and work Kelvin’s jaw at its hinge with his fingers. Coach could see a small tear form in the corner of Kelvin’s eye and Coach knew Kelvin was doing his best. The sight of Kelvin straining to get Coach's mushroom head past the start of his throat, caused Coach’s dick to stiffen in anticipation. As it did, Coach felt the familiar ‘pop’ as his head slid out of Kelvin’s mouth and into his throat. The last two inches of Coach’s shaft slid easily into Kelvin’s maw once Coach’s cockhead was nestled in his throat. Coach smiled. Not even a single gag, Kelvin was good, maybe good enough to be worthy, but they had time for that and Kelvin still needed to finish this lesson. Kelvin had been straining to admit Coach’s head into his throat and after last the deep breath, there was a silent but noticeable pop, as his throat relaxed and Coach’s masive head slid smoothly into Kelvin's throat. As Coach Foley’s hips moved forward the head slipped further down his throat, and before he realized it, Coach’s balls were resting against his chin. Kelvin sighed and relaxed further as his throat snuggly embraced Coach’s mushroom head and the final couple of inches of the shaft. Coach stayed still allowing Kelvin to get used to the monstrous cock lodged in his throat. Again Coach reached for the brown vial and again Kelvin dutifully inhaled as if moved from one nostril to the other. The now familiar rush rolled over him. He felt completely relaxed and felt as if he could feel every vein of the shaft buried deep in him. Coach was smiling. Now came the fun part. Coach began rocking his hips back and forth while keeping a hold on Kelvin’s head. He felt his cockhead slide smoothly in Kelvin’s throat, enveloping him and smoothly sliding along Kelvin’s throat. As he became certain Kelvin was tolerating his small thrusts he made his thrusts longer and deeper. Kelvin came close to gagging a time or two but Coach’s hands rubbed at the joint in Kelvin’s jaw and the gagging stop as Kelvin relaxed. Kelvin’s throat was smooth and Coach knew that it wouldn’t be long until his first load was deep inside Kelvin but he wasn’t in a rush either, enjoying the steady tempo and building need to blow. Kelvin was completely lost in the flood of sensations. He could feel his throat as it massaged Coach’s head with each pelvic thrust and could feel his own dick stiffen. He moved his hand to grab his dick and began stroking himself, slowly at first but then becoming more frenetic as his balls ached to spew their load. Suddenly Coach’s hips stopped and Kelvin felt Coach smack the side of his head hard enough to get Kelvin’s attention. Kelvin immediately dropped his hands from his dick and sat motionless with Coach’s cock deep in his throat. “Focus on ME, Kelvin,” coached growled. “You’re my fuck toy and you need to show me you’re willing to work to get Coach’s cum. You’ll get your chance after I finish and only then. If you EVER cum before me, you’ll be out on your ass and will never get another drop of Coach’s cum. You understand?” A passing moment of fear raced through Kelvin’s mind at the thought of never feeling Coach inside him again. He nodded as best he could and folded his arms behind his back to help remove all temptation to grab his own dick. “Good,” growled Coach. “I’m glad we understand each other.” Once Kelvin’s hands were away Coach returned to thrusting his hips, increasing his tempo even more. Now without the distraction of his own dick, Kelvin’s attention focused in on the shaft penetrating his throat. The rest of him faded away and all he could feel was his throat and all he wanted was to show Coach how much he deserved that load of cum. As he focused in he realized that by flexing his throat he could tighten on the downstroke and release on the upstroke. As he experimented with this new found ability he heard Coach moan loudly. “Shit, Kelvin,” coached breathed heavily, “You’re a quick learner.” Kelvin felt Coach’s tempo increase and he worked his muscles to keep up. Coach’s breaths were short and rapid. “Fuck Kelvin, I’m about to shoot. You better make sure that every single drop goes down. Coach doesn’t want a single drop spilled.” Kelvin tried his best to make a noise indicating he understood. “Here it comes, bitch!” and Coach Foley roared out as his dick began to convulse. Kelvin could feel every wave as Coach’s cum flooded down the thick shaft and deep into Kelvin’s throat. At first, Kelvin thought he might choke but he pulled Coach’s head as far down into his throat as he could. Kelvin lost count after five spurts of cum slid down his throat. He felt almost like he was drowning. Coach’s cum was viscous and he could feel it sliding deep down inside him. Eventually, Coach’s thrust became less frenzied and Kelvin could feel the massive cock deflate slightly but still it filled his now cum lubricated throat. “Now that was a fucking blow job!” Coach exclaimed. “Hope that was a good load. It was at least 4 days’ worth.” Coach relaxed but left the head of his dick resting in Kelvin’s throat. “Now it’s your turn Kelvin. Show me exactly how much you enjoyed swallowing Coach’s load.” Kelvin hesitated at first remembering Coach’s previous warning but the aching of his dick and the tightness in his balls won out. Kelvin barely managed three strokes before he felt his balls lurch upward and felt spurt after spurt of cum land on the floor behind Coach Foley. “Yeah, we’ve got a shooter here,” Coach applauded. As his orgasm died down he looked at the wads of cum which covered the floor. Kelvin had never cum like that before nor had he ever spewed that much cum. Coach patted Kelvin’s head and slowly tilted his hips back allowing his cockhead to once again ‘pop’ past the narrow entry of Kelvin’s throat and slip out of his mouth leaving a trail of spent cum as it slid out. Coach grabbed Kelvin by the nipples, squeezing them tightly while pulling him up from his knees. Kelvin found himself face to face with Coach Foley who was grinning widely, obviously happy. Coach bent over and once again pressed his lips firmly against Kelvin’s and invading Kelvin’s mouth once again with his thick and powerful tongue. As they locked for several minutes he felt Coach’s hands reach behind him and squeeze Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin shivered slightly and Coach backed his tongue and lips away. “Nothing better than tasting my cum in your mouth, Kelvin. You managed to swallow that huge load and I’m pretty impressed.” Kelvin smiled at the compliment. As each of them fished for their clothes Coach said, “Now we need to discuss a few things. First, as we discussed, you’re now my fuck toy to use as I want, whenever I want. In return, you’ll get a regular diet of my cum to grow strong on.” Kelvin nodded. He couldn’t imagine ever not wanting to take another of Coach’s load. “Second,” continued Coach, your ass will be down here every 8th and 9th period from now until the end of the school year. I’ve written a note to your counselor stating that you’ll be taking weight training as an independent study course. That will ensure we have plenty of opportunities for you to get fed regularly.” Coach smiled. “And of course, once we’re both comfortable and need a little variety maybe we’ll work on busting that other cherry of yours.” A worried look passed over Kelvin’s face and he spoke softly, “Uh, I don’t want to piss you off Coach but I don’t think I’m much interested in getting fucked.” Kelvin dropped his eyes knowing that Coach could very well tell Kelvin to get his ass out. “Kelvin,” Coach sighed, “Let’s make a deal. We don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with and will stick with what we both enjoy. If there comes a time, though, that you change your mind, I’m going to make you ask for it. Maybe even beg for it. And like our previous deal, once you agree, your ass will literally be mine to use. Deal?” Coach Foley saw a look of relief pass over Kelvin’s face. “Sure Coach,” said Kelvin, “That’s a deal I can live up to.” Coach smiled as Kelvin picked up his clothes and headed out into the locker room for a quick shower and to get dressed. It was a deal Coach could live with too. Kelvin was going to make this a challenge and Coach loved a challenge. Even with a high viral load, Coach wasn’t likely to get enough cum deep enough into Kelvin during just oral sex to see if he was worthy of Coach’s virus. He’d have to make sure that by June he had enough cum swimming inside Kelvin’s guts to determine if he was worthy. Already this looked like this could be a challenge. But Coach always liked challenges and he always played to win.

My marriage had just ended. I also "discovered" gay porn and the fact that guys seemed to be open to doing darn near anything with another guy. I watched and learned about tops and bottoms and vers guys. I also realized that every now and then the guys would be fucking bareback. It gave me a little jolt and thrill. Naive? Yes. But, it turned my crank to think these guys were totally ignoring this 'safe sex' stuff I kept reading about. I hit that local spa a few times after work to see what went on in 'real life' and not the movies. Sure enough, it became obvious there were a lot of guys happy to take my raw cock down their throats or up their ass. And they enjoyed sucking cock and swallowing. And they insisted I shoot in their hole and not pull out. And it really turned my crank. Me? When I did bottom, I always asked for my top to wear a rubber. I was OK with topping raw but hesitant about bottoming. I was still experimenting and learning. Some would say I was selfish. It doesn't matter... double standard? Doesn't matter. I was reading and processing things. That's what I do. My male ex-partner and I met online and we dated for about a year before I moved in and we became a couple. The sex was undeniably hot. Lots of oral and rimming and fucking. When we did fuck, I topped him more often than he topped me. He always took it raw and talked dirty the whole time - egging me on to shoot in his hole, breed him.... and I did. I was still on the fence on the condom thing though. The few times he did fuck me, he dutifully suited up to stroke my hole. He would fuck me until I blew my load either hands free (he had a nice big cock) or by he/I stroking me off at the same time. If I took too long to cum, he would often go soft in the rubber and we would finish off another way. He never came in the rubber either. I would always finish him off by sucking him and stroking and taking his load on my face or mouth - he loved that. I told him I appreciated him not pushing me to fuck raw just yet and he said it was my decision. He'd wait. But we both knew he wasn't fond of the rubber. We talked about going monogamous and decided we would start off by getting tested. He tested Poz. I tested Neg. Hmm. Now what? We decided to stay together and figure it out. I went to all of his appointments for 2 years. And read a lot. Detection was early. They got his numbers under control quickly. I'm an IT guy by profession and I read a lot and do a lot of math and look at a lot of numbers. And I paid attention at all the immunology clinics. So, I made my decision and waited for the right time. We had a pool and hot tub and a 2100 sq. ft deck in the forest in a very private backyard. It allowed us to walk around, tan and swim naked. One particularly warm evening we were playing around a little out on the lounge chairs by the pool. At one point, he was laying back in a lounger and I was straddling his legs and sucking his cock and sensitive balls. I had him hard as a rock. I looked up and he was enjoying himself with his arms tucked behind his head, his eyes closed and a smile on his face. I had lubed my ass up in the pool house a few minutes before I came over to straddle him and suck his cock on his chair. I had lubed and fingered and opened and stretched a little bit in anticipation of what was to come (so to speak). I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue and sucked gently on just the head. I smiled to myself as I listened to him groan. I slowly worked that rock hard dick into my throat. Squeezing it a little as it slipped deeper. He was trying to push his cock deeper into my throat, so I let him give me a couple of cock thrusts deep into my gullet. I purposely coughed up some throat juice and spit to make sure his cock was completely covered in slime. Then, I slipped forward quickly from straddling his knees up closer towards his cock. I knew I had one chance to get this right the first time. It helped that his cock was wet and juicy and sticking straight out. I grabbed his cock at the base, held it firm and sat right down on it. My juicy hole easily opened up to his raw cock and I made sure to keep enough pressure on to just slide right down until the opening of my hole was at the base of his thick roundness. It took him about 2 seconds for realization to kick in. His eyes shot open and his arms flew out from behind his head, as if to push me away. I had expected that he would realize I was riding his cock raw and panic a little bit. So I quickly grabbed both his arms and pushed them to either side of his head and held them there. Then I leaned in for a wet slow kiss. I tongued him and nipped gently on his lips. I asked him if he was enjoying my hot juicy hole with his bare cock? He just kept groaning and thrusting gently upwards into my guts. All the while, I was slowly grinding my hole up and down his thick cock like I typically do. But this time? It 'felt' different. There was a different type of friction. I could feel the warmth of his cock without the rubber. I could feel the natural flare of his big cock head rubbing against my prostate every other stroke. As I pulled off for some air, he looked at me and asked if I was sure? I explained I was sure and that I had already shown him the answer by riding his raw dick. I was really squeezing his cock with my ass muscles and each time I gripped his dick, he moaned and thrust upward again. I told him to warn me when he came.... I wanted to know exactly what it was going to 'feel like' when he blew. A few minutes later, I saw his eyes go a little wild and he nodded.... and I slowed down my riding. We looked one another in the eye and held our gaze. He started one long groan and I stopped moving. I could feel his cock swell as he blew a massive first raw load of cum into me. I could feel the wetness and warmth start to ooze down around his dick and start leaking from my hole. He had a few days of cum already stored, and apparently this experience generated that extra-hard-cum that we all know about - from being turned on in a big way! I had been slowly stroking my cock between our hairy chests while I rode him to orgasm and the feeling of his first blast of hot cum breeding my 'virgin' hole made my cock spasm and my first shot of cum hit him right in the face. Second and third reached his throat, then his chest. The last shot pooled on his belly button as I sat right back down to the root of his cock while we made out. Eventually, he slipped out of my drenched hole. Any bottom here knows that feeling of a cummy cock slipping out of your freshly bred hole. It was the first of many times I would enjoy that feeling. I eased myself up just a little by straightening my legs on either side of the lounger and could hear and feel the cum dripping out of my hole. I looked him in the eye as I leaned forward and licked my cum from his chin, chest and belly. Then, I moved further down to slurp up all our joint juices from his cock and balls. I could feel his cock twitch a little and start to harden as I licked. He kept telling me how hot it was to let go inside of my hole and he had been waiting for a long time to do it. He said he wanted more. He gently grabbed my hips and made me turn around over the chair and pulled my puffy, cum dripping hole right down onto his face. I went rock hard again as soon as I felt his tongue push up into my open hole. He moaned and groaned to stimulate my asshole as he probed and sucked his cum from that dripping mess. By the time he was finished cleaning my hole, I looked down at his cock. It was rock hard again and the purple head was jutting upwards with just a little leftover cum oozing from the tip. I looked over my shoulder at him and winked, then got on all fours on the end of the lounger. He had that big hard cock shoved in balls deep in mere seconds. This time we really enjoyed a hot fuck that started out slow and worked up to him pounding my hole like there was no tomorrow. When he finished seeding me, he went down and once again ate my hole clean. First time he had ever felched me and I wanted more of that!! This was going to be great!!! I stood up long enough to take a drink of water and saw him turn around and get on all fours, ass up - just the way I like to fuck him. "Your turn. Breed me now".

I've sucked a few str8 guys. Mostly they just wait for me to get their cock in my mouth, tilt their head back and start playing with my hair. At which point I will grab their hand and push it into my head, as if to say, it's fine to skullfuck me. And they almost always do, take two hands and pound my mouth and throat til they shoot their cum down my throat. There's almost never any words. I'm just a fleshjack to them, just a skullfuck to get off. And I love that.

Three loads to report now: This evening I met up with a fuck bud that I hadn't seen in a while. So far we've only done oral, but he has a nice big, fat cock and I sucked a huge load out of him. Load#2 was probably the best of all night. With the sub zero temps around no one wants to go far. I get a grindr alert and look and it's a guy I hit up a few months back but never responded to my message. The boy is cute, mid twenties, says PrEP in his profile and that he's a vers/top. What the hell, respond to him, chat a few minutes and he offers to come over. He's only about a block away, so this is great! The guy arrives and he's shorter than me, a rarity, and hot as fuck. We make out, and work our way to the bed. He's got a nice cock, we're actually about he same size 7" thick, but he has this wicked upward curve that is hot. Eventually, I end up on top of him with his cock poking at my hole. I gently slide down and fuck does he feel good! A few minutes into our session and he grabs my cock, it feels like I'll come quickly so I pull his hand away. His cock head is hitting right on my prostate. I try not to touch myself, and for the first time ever I came hands free while getting fucked! I apologize to him, and encourage him to keep going. He flips me on my back and a couple minutes later I'm knocked up with his load. Apparently it happens regularly he says, no surprise to me. Lastly I just got home from another fuck buds. I've written about him before, he's a sexy, tall lanky guy with a nice uncut cock and huge bull balls. Took a couple years of fucks before he went bare. He caught me in a moment of weakness and I agree to go to his place. I jump in bed with him and start sucking his cock. This time I sit on him, normally we make out a lot longer and he rims me before fucking, but sitting on him just seemed right. We're high on poppers and eventually he flips me on my back and asks to play with his bull balls, they are very hefty. He flips me on all fours and instead of fucking he starts playing with my ass. I realize he's trying to fist me and I don't resist at first, but I know I hadn't really prepared for anything like that (ever.) In the end he gets 4 fingers in me before I tell him I want him to fuck me again. If I had prepared he might have popped my fisting cherry all the way. When he gets ready to fuck me, the poppers OD'd his cock so I had to work on sucking him back to full hardness again. He wanted me to work on his balls too and have I mentioned how big these are? I mean I can barely get both in my mouth at once. They are truly huge almost baseball size, anyway where was I? I finally work him up again to full hardness, and we do a repeat of me sitting on him. He loves the way I grab his cock with my ass. He finally tells me to get on my stomach, slams into my ass, monster balls bouncing off mine as he pounds me, and a couple minutes later I'm gonna have to do another paternity test. All in all a good 24 hours with 4 loads total (see other story.) Really needed that with the stressful week I had.

I've heard all the standard stuff, and I love most of it. Fag, faggot, cocksucker, slut, whore, etc. Being rather fem the ones that get me going the most are guys calling me 'pretty' (Vanity, I know), or had one guy tell me I was 'so cute with a cock in my face'. Or as others have said, silence and rapid breathing as they near blowing their load is wonderful too! As much as I do enjoy it I have to admit sometimes guys calling me faggot or claiming to be straight while I'm sucking them or they're balls deep in my ass is just kind of humorous to me. I find it a bit hypocritical I guess although I understand the denial for some guys. Like part of my mind just giggles and says to myself "Yeah sure that's why you're rock hard and thrusting as hard as you can into a boy lol"

The lower right corner of my mouth. Presumably it is HSV1.

u will love bb m8. I first barebacked about 6 years ago and finally made the transition to never using condoms 5 years ago. BB is just so much better in every way: the skin to skin feel, the physical closeness, the exchange of cum, even the risk......?

Definitely a turn on. One of my best long-term fuckbuds is a straight, married, family guy from Hialeah. It’s been a total turn-on for the last 20+ years to see him turn into a total whore whenever we’re together, begging for and slobbering all over my cock before I pound the hell out of him and send him back to his wife and family with my loads inside him. Once he sent me a vid of him fucking his wife while my cum leaked out of his hole. Sometimes I get a third guy to help work him over or take him to the bathhouses in FTL. It’s totally hot hearing him call his wife while riding cock and tell her he’ll stop by the store for milk on his way home...

Last sunday was the last time I took a a load. I go through phases where I'm good, then have a day or couple of days where i let loose and I just crave dick and cum in my hole. I spend a lot of time working out and a lot of time at work, so finding time to fuck around isnt that common. On sunday my bf was away with work (we have an open relationship). I went to the gym, got home and was feeling horny as hell after doing legs and glutes. I got home, decided to take a shower and get my ass ready for some fun. I live in London UK, there's no shortage of cock and sex clubs/saunas there. Every sunday there's a good club called SBN which stands for Stark Bollock Naked. Always a good mix of guys of all ages colours and body types. I'm not a body fascist- if the chemistry is good and the dick is good and hard- we will get on. I got there- it was packed. It always takes me a while to relax into it, I have to do about 45mins of walking around getting really into the smells and sound of fucking everywhere. Then that was it, i saw a guy who was in the sling getting fucked. He was ok but i just wanted to watch his hole getting used. I stood there and for a second I was suddenly aware of a tall guy in his 40s with a huge 8.5 dick stood behind me jerking off. (Im 33, a bit younger than him) I saw it and wanted it. I got on my knees and sucked, then I pulled out the silicone lube (hate water based) from my sock and rubbed it on my hole, then on his cock. I took a huge shot of poppers and pushed slowly back on his cock. It was MASSIVE and so hard. I had to retract and take another shot of poppers, then he slid all the way in and growled as he kissed my neck. He fucked me standing up for a few minutes- that raw cock was stretching my hole so well. Then i decided i wanted to be on all fours and for others to watch what was happening- since I couldnt see his dick going into my hole I thought at least others can watch- god I get off on a crowd. We moved over to a large padded platform that had about 5 btms on it- some taking dick, some ass up waiting for it. He grabbed my waist, pushed me down and I arched my back to expose my hole, then he really went for it- sliding that thick long dick in and out raw. I was so horny for it, I wanted my slut hole used at this point. He got close to cumming then pulled out saying 'not yet, i dont wanna cum yet'. He pulled out and quickly another guy replaced him. His dick wasnt as big but still hard. He used my muscled ass like a fuck toy- i could feel him getting harder and knew he was gonna cum. I told him to breed my fucking hole and that pushed him over the edge. He came- pulled out and another replaced him. Another load quickly followed. Then the first guy returned- i knew it was him the second my hole stretched that bit wider and i felt him deeper. Again he came close to cumming but pulled away before he could. Another jumped in behind him and gave me another quick load. By this point my knees were sore and i needed some water- so i left and got some, feeling those loads in my hole as i walked away. I always like to stick a finger in and smell it to smell those hot loads that are in my ass. I went back to the platform about 15mins later and took some more dicks- no loads this time. By now I was starting to feel like I'd taken the dicks I wanted there, and needed a change of scenery. I got myself dressed and headed outside. As i did so I switched on Grindr. Immediately got an offer from a 35yr old living opposite. Nice body (not amazing but quite toned), nice dick. I went to his and he quickly slid into my used hole. Unfortunately the sex was really lacking a spark. He flipped me over and was kissing me, he pulled out and came on my stomach- I was so angry cos I wanted that load in my hole!! I dried off and left, thanking him to be polite lol- but blocked as soon as I left. I thought that was it, I'd had a good range of dicks and was carrying 3 loads in my ass. I love that slutty feeling. I headed to the station and jumped on the train home. People were heading home from their casual weekends out and I was sat there smug thinking 'if only they knew what had happened to me just a few minutes before'. On the train home i got a whatsapp from a guy I'd fucked before about 6mths back. He asked what I was up to, and i told him I had just taken some loads if he wanted to add. He said he couldn't wait. I got home to my apartment, got straight onto the bed in the spare room and left the door on the latch. He arrived a couple of minutes later. Hes a young 26yr old black guy with an amazing body. Hes not out to anyone but enjoys using ass when hes in the mood. His dick isn't enormous, about 7inches and medium thickness, but SO hard. He obliterated my hole. He pounded me so hard I had to hold onto the edge of the bed and just think about how much i wanted my slut hole used- it was the only way I could take that pounding after so much action earlier that day. After about 30mins of various positions of his dick attacking my ass from various angles he finally came a huge load. He put on his clothes, thanked me and left. I laid on the bed replaying the whole afternoon and evening in my head. I love to play with the loads in my hole while I jerk. Finally I allowed myself to cum- tonnes of it lol! It was all over my stomach and chest. As soon as I came I was absolutely exhausted and could barely get the energy to wipe myself off. But my god it was worth it. It'll probably be quite a few weeks before I do this again- but when I get my ass ready for sex I need those loads, and lots of them! Any London tops hit me up lol, always looking for hot guys for midweek encounters if we can both find the time- we can share the story on here lol. I need to find some cruising sites in London as I've never cruised- I think thats gonna be the next hit for me! Hope you enjoyed the read guys.

PART 14 Something about what Ted had said and just the room and the whole scene had had an effect on me. I liked that he had all the lights on. I wanted to see him clearly. And I wanted him to see me. As I worked his cock with my mouth, I wasn’t shy in making eye contact and making it clear that I loved sucking him. His cock was so hard and every so often a fresh drop of precum would leak out, and that taste would make me even hornier. I took my time and he let me. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft. I licked his cock head. I sucked and licked his big cum filled balls. And I practiced taking a man’s cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. I wanted to be a good cocksucker for my top. My eyes watered and spit dropped off my chin but i worked more and more down my throat for longer and longer. The next day, my throat would be a little sore from ramming his cock down it, but for now all that mattered was his reaction and feeling his hardness in my mouth. Feeling it flex and throb as I sucked and licked it. “Fuck yeah Chris, work that Dick. I can’t wait to fuck you. I can’t wait much longer. You gonna give me that hole? You gonna let me have that little cunt to fuck?”, He said thru clenched teeth. I enthusiastically nodded and it wasn’t a few more seconds before he was pulling my lips off his cock and I wa hearing him say “Show me that hole. Turn around and show it to me.” I spun around and bent over the bed and spread my legs. “Climb up and get on your knees ass up and head down, with your knees near the edge.”, he commanded. It took me maybe 2 seconds to assume the position and hear him tell me “Yeah that’s it. Nice and spread. Your hole looks so hot Chris. So tight. And you live showing it to me don’t you?” “Yeah please. Please fuck me”, I begged. I felt him smearing lube onto my hole as he slowly teased it open. I gasped and bucked back into his touch. “What’s that sexy boy? What do you need?” He asked me, as his fingers worked me open. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Fuck me til you cum. I need it.” I practically cried. And then I felt it. The blunt head of a rock hard man cock pressuring my hole, pushing it open. I focused on trying to relax my hole as he slid into me. I am sure I cried out a little as he was not being so gentle. He wasn’t ripping into me, but he was determined. It hurt but I didn’t care. I was so overloaded that I just needed his dick inside me. Even as I cried out in pain I was pushing back trying to impale myself on his cock. “Yeah boy open up. Open up that hole for me,” he grunted out. He never paused and I didn’t want him to, he just kept working my hole and sliding that huge Dick deeper and deeper. Despite the pain I was urging him on and pushing back. I wanted it all the way in. I really wanted it. He wasn’t going slow and easy and it wasn’t long before I hear hi tell me “I’m so close Chris. Your hole... I just can’t last. It’s like it’s pulling the cum up from my balls. I need to shoot in you baby. You want thAt?” Frantically i was begging him “yes! Yes! Yes!” A yes for every thrust into me that was knocking my breath out. And then he stopped. “Flip over on your back. I want to see your face when I give it to you.” He said. As he slid into me again, he pulled down close to me and began whispering to me. “Yeah. So close. So close to cumming in your hole. And you want it. That poz cum. You love this raw cock. I’m Gonna keep fucking you til you read poz just like me. As many loads as it takes.” And maybe that’s when he broke me. Who knows how many times I repeated the following words: “Fucking poz cum” and “as many loads as it takes” he just stArted pounding me then and within maybe a minute he practically shouted as he drove hArd into me “Fucking huge load. Pozzing you now. Fucking take it. Take my fucking cum.” I wrapped my legs around to pull him in, my ass milking his shaft to get every drop. He throbbed and flexed as he tried to push every bit out. Finally, I felt his cock slip out of me and he pulled back to catch his breath. He looked down at me and smiled. “Are you gonna come back later when you need more?” I nodded. “Anytime you need my cum, just call. I want my cum inside you every day sexy boy. Every day.”

MAL 2019, ass up in a jock, open door, thurs night took over 12, then between sat&sun took 30. Some were hot poz charges I was told as they were pumping their hot cum in my hole.

Alright guys. I’ll try to be as detailed as possible. I’m about to turn 30, not a Prince Charming but I often get people telling me how good looking I am. I’m 5’8, 180lbs, average to muscular body, white skin, big lips, blue eyes and hazel hair. The thing is, no matter how independent, successful and “good looking” The BB allay scene is always on my mind. 24/7. - I have considered to go see a psychology to check whether I should look for help or not. The place I live (Miami, FL) is the most superficial and snobby place you could be. Guys in sex apps are always looking for the most ripped bodies, the biggest asses and the super fat big cocks. As I mentioned, I look good but the competition here in town is pretty heavy. Since the tops are rare down here, every time the urge of some kinky fun crosses my mind i pack, book a room at Days Inn in Fort Lauderdale and head out. And that is exactly what I did yesterday. I left my place around 5pm but before leaving I made sure to change my BBRT location to Fort Lauderdale as well as posted an ad on the ad session. Fort Lauderdale is SO SIMPLE and EASY. By the time I got to my hotel room I had received over 12 messages. All types of guys. I typically go for either undetectable or PrEP guys though I was so horned up that the “no fucks given” button was on. I took it all. Sunday night, around 6:30 the first guy come in. Not a monster cock, white fit average 6 inches but he had a five day load so no better way to start it off that party. He got in, ate my ass like a champ and started fucking me. Lasted for about three minutes until he shot inside. I could definitely feel his warm load inside up my guts. He left, I brought weed with me so as soon as the first guy left I smoked some to keep myself on the whore out mood next guy, another white man. Much bigger cock. Typical North Carolina man. On his 50s. One of the most beautiful cocks I’ve seen to date. White, cut, around 8 and according them 6.5 girth. That man was hungry and he fucked me good. Last time I had had a cock before last night was about two weeks ago so I was pretty tight. He was so into it that as soon as his fame his hole body had little spasms from time to time. Onto the next one. That was a buddy of mine. Totally fucker who lives in the area. Latino, beautiful shaped thick cock. One of those guys that definitely know how to fuck a hungry hole. We spent some time together. He fucked me on fours, missionary, in front of the mirror, on the couch. The other two loads were so big that we could hear how sloppy and wet my ass was. He shot inside and left. Next... this was a catch! Temessean guy. Visiting. 6’4, around 190 pounds, bi according to him and new to the gay life. Huge feet and typical southern white cock. 7.5 super, extremely thick, one of those you’re proud to call beer can. He wanted me to ride him, so I did.... SO MUCH CUM DRIPPING OUT FROM MY HOLE!!! That man was rock hard. Going nuts and deep in me. I remember feeling it all that jizz leaking down through his cock. We did feel a connection in between and decided to trade numbers. He will be back in town in a week or so so hopefully we can connect again. One of those cocks you want to keep it close. The next guy on that night was a super chub, with a 6 inches cock. The next was another super chub, sleazy looking. Three day load. He did his job and left pretty quick this next one was handsome. Like very handsome white dad. Beautiful body, beautiful cut thick cock. But I’m oretty sure he was high on meth. Those tiny tweaked eyes said it all. I haven’t ever done tina in my life but maybe you guys can tell me? His cock was super soft but then I started sucking it and he got rock hard, like extremely hard. I didn’t ask anything but he was hungry for that ass. Fucked me deep, loud, hard, no shame. It felt like that man was born to fuck. it was already 2am or so so I decided to go to bed and set my alarm to 6am so I could catch that crowd who likes to drop some loads right before work. Another post on BBRT. Less messages back of course so I decided to try Grindr. For my surprise I had this black guy really close by. He offfered, I couldn’t say no. 8x6 cock, huge feet, slim and tall. Although I douched that morning I still had some fun left right there deep. He loved it. Fucked me like he hated me. Deep, it reached places that the other guys didn’t. Shot his nut pretty quickly and left them after him I had a couple, one poz another negative. Nice cocks, I’d say one 8 and 4 girth the other 8 by seven. It was massive ! Next man was probably high as well. Couldn’t keep his eyes open and rock hard cock all the time... I was about to leave the hotel at 1pm and it was 10:30 so I needed to rush. So I sent a shout on GROWLr. Got literally 50 messages in 10 minutes. Could only get two guys from there the first, a tall beautiful muscle bear, white blue eyes, average cock but a total whore in bed. Licked my ass, my soles, are the guy left in my crack and fucked the hell out of me. The next one was also from GROWLr. Daddy on his 60s... total fucker. Not a big cock but definitely experience makes all difference. He fucked so good that my second hole was totally open by there. So opened that the soreness had disappeared in a blink of an eye. No more success on GROWLr so back to BBRT. I don’t even waste my time with Grindr anymore. It doesn’t work. Not a success in Miami, not Fort Lauderdale or any other place I’ve been. Grindr is back and forth all the way and no meeting at all. Back to BBRT... got a couple of messages there. It’s funny because the more loads o get inside the bigger the cocks I want it. So my goal for that last hours at my hotel was to have my ass filled up by heavy thick meat. I then started scrolling BBRT and unlocking my profile pictures to all guys with either a Large or Holy shit type of cock. It didn’t take long until I started receiving some replies back. I was lucky because the lunch time was approaching so guys were looking for ass... the last two guys of my journey came together. A daddy on his late 50s, poz look, humangous cock. (Another observation, most poz guys carry huge cocks... anyone know why?) it was easily 9.5 long and 6 or 7 thick. I’m a power bottom but trust me that dick was a struggle ! I was a bit high on weed and sniffing poppers like a hoe and STILL, it was painful. The other guy was a muscle bear with a pretty thick dick. I assume somewhere around 7x6 or 7x6. They both take turns, they went deep, hard, made me moan uncontrollably, once my second hole was right there opened I could’ve taken all cock sizes, even fists. Totally not into fisting but the hole was wide open. They eat it, fuck it, dropped their loads inside like two hungry pigs. The huge cock guy asked me if he could piss inside and all of sudden my dick got rock hard... he saw it and I didn’t even need to respond his question. Put me on fours, ass really up, started pounding my sore swollen hole until he shot his cum. As soon as he did, he was like... don’t move don’t move... he stayed inside for around five minutes then suddenly my whole intestine was getting full with piss. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done sexually. The feeling of having my sloppy hole that full with piss made me so slutty... they left, I showered packed and head out to home this afternoon. Back to return to my “regular” life at the office tomorrow. I have a very young looking, kinda guy next door, no one can say a big of whore I am... I have my prep appointment on Wednesday so this time I am sure an STD will say hi but to be honest as bad as they are my whole adventure was paid off. Here is a pic of my ass for you guys Hope you guys like it

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Pup Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 9143412886 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Rancho California and Meadows Parkway Temecula, CA 92592 Times you're generally not available: 4am-2pm Daily Age: 30 Height: 6’2”  Weight: 185 Ethnicity: White https://photos.app.goo.gl/Bz3kFj2NuoYBX4bF6

When I was opposite married, I loved getting bred in the bed I shared with my wife, while she was at work or out of town.

I agree that the best things I like to hear when I blow someone is their moaning. I don't get off with these stereotype names as faggot, cocksucker (although I'm the best).

Hottest things a top can say while I'm sucking him off are, "fuckin' pig" "whore". The best is absolute total silence, just being used like I'm an object to take, service his dick, and swallow the contents. Then walk away. I had a regular who would do this, we'd meet in a park. I'd kneel when we saw each other, he'd walk up and either I opened his pants and took him out or he pulled his dick out for service. Grab my head, fuck my mouth and groan, then walk away leaving me there.

Kelvin’s Graduation PART THREE – Evolution Kelvin could feel the rivulets of sweat as they ran down into the small of his back. He was panting now as Coach’s hands held Kelvin’s hips in place as each thrust of Coach’s hips buried his cock deeper and deeper into Kevin’s eager hole. “This is what you were made for, Coach’s little fuck toy and cum dump.” Kelvin grunted as Coach’s dick bottomed out against Kelvin’s prostate sending waves of pleasure through his body like electricity. “Get ready boy, it’s time for you to get a load of Coach’s DNA up that breeding hole of yours. Once Coach marks your ass it’ll be his forever. That was the deal boy, remember?” The rhythm of Coach’s pounding increased as Kevin moaned under the onslaught. “Tell me that you want my cum boy, beg for me to mark your ass and make it mine. Tell Coach to take what you already know belongs to him. Give Coach your ass…your body.” “My soul” thought Kelvin but he could hardly speak. Between pumps he managed to grunt, “Yes, your load. Give it.” “What?” asked Coach, “I need you to be clear what you want from me.” Kelvin had never thought he’d be in this position. Never thought he’d be getting fucked on all fours, like some bitch in heat. He never dreamed of losing himself in the sensations of pleasure which now occupied and filled all of his senses. As Coach’s assault on Kelvin’s ass reached fever pitch, Kelvin managed to grunt, “Mark my ass Coach! My ass is yours, it just took me time to realize it. I want your load swimming inside me. Breed me, Coach! Breed my ass!” As the last of the words tumbled out of his mouth Kelvin felt as though a weight was lifted from him and he finally felt free from the burden of being fearful for who and what he was. He could also hear a rumble in Coach’s throat as Coach took in the words. “Here’s Coach’s raw load boy,” yelled Coach Foley, “and now your ass and your whole body are fucking mine!” Coach’s body shook and he let out a noise somewhere between a grunt and a roar and Kelvin could feel Coach’s dick flex and knew that his insides were now getting covered with Coach’s spunk. As Kelvin pictured Coach’s load roiling inside him, he felt his own balls tighten and his dick stiffen against his stomach. A wave of pleasure, like electricity, spread through him and he also roared out in release. Wads of cum sprayed his abdomen before dripping to the wrestling mat below. With each spurt, he could feel his ass tightening and milking Coach’s dick for every last drop. Again and again, Coach pulled back and drilled deep and each time Kelvin could feel Coach’s cock flex inside his ass filling his guts with DNA and marking him as Coach’s fuck toy. His breeding bitch. His cum dump. As Coach slowed his pumping he leaned against Kelvin’s sweaty back with his dick still buried in Kelvin’s now cum-filled ass and placed his mouth near Kelvin’s ear. “Mine now,” he whispered. Kelvin woke in a sweat, soaking his sheets. The room was still dark and Kelvin let out a heavy sigh. “Another fucking dream,” he thought. He didn’t even need to check, his cock was still wrapped in the metal cage as it had been for the last two weeks and was aching as it strained against its confines. Once again he found that even without a hardon, he managed to dump a load of spunk in his sheets. Fuck, third time this week. As he rolled over onto his back he closed his eyes and thought to himself, “How the hell did I get here?” It had been two weeks since Coach has caged him up and two weeks without getting off. Sure he was having these wet dreams and his cum was flowing - but the release, the power behind the orgasm was evading him. He had never been so horny in his entire life. He couldn’t not watch the videos Coach had given him, they were too fucking hot. They were also fucking with him and he could tell it. Gone, or at least diminished, were his fantasies of swallowing Coach’s loads. Now he was dreaming of Coach’s thick cock sliding into his ass and dropping load after load inside. But this wasn’t him. He didn’t want to get fucked. Sure he had some fun experiments after that first time fingering his hole, but his mind screamed against the thought of Coach’s monster busting its way through his hole. Despite the cage and the lack of cumming he still looked forward to his and Coach’s work-outs. He could feel his cock start to swell as the afternoon ticked away and was familiar with that ache which started after lunch as his cock strained against the metal in anticipation. He was now regularly getting two and sometimes three loads out of Coach each day. Coach had praised his increase in skills and was happy with how fast he had taken to both the cage and his role as cum swallower. Sure, he missed the orgasms, but Coach had turned out to be right. What he realized he wanted most were Coach’s praise and his loads. Coach Foley sat in his shorts in his office thinking about Kelvin’s next workout session. It was time to move the line so to speak and see if Kelvin was willing to take another step forward. Coach had been happy with his progress so far. Kelvin never bitched about the cage or not getting to shoot his load. Sometimes he could see the hunger, the need, building behind Kelvin’s eyes but it evaporated quickly with a word of praise and a dose of daddy milk from Coach’s balls. Kelvin was a good choice, a natural boy, eager to take direction. Coach smiled. He’d picked a good one this year. After last year’s disappointment, all that work and no seroconversion, he was gaining confidence that Kelvin would be the next to carry Coach’s viral DNA far and wide. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out another batch of chem piss for the next step. When Kelvin arrived, he stripped down as usual and assumed Position One, as he had been for the last couple of weeks. Coach arrived and handed his regular dose of energy drink and watched as he swallowed it down. Kelvin’s felt his actual workouts had been going well and even after only two weeks his muscle memory had kicked in and he was showing signs of definition. The testosterone probably wasn’t hurting either although Coach was careful with the dosing so that it was enough to help with workouts. Kelvin smiled. Probably also helps keep me horny, although that never really seemed to be a problem. At the end of the last reps, Kevin moved over and assumed Position 2 ready for Coach’s meat and a load of gravy. Coach smiled, saying, “We’re going to try something new today, get over here.” Coach led him over to another piece of gym equipment. “This is a table vault, normally used in gymnastics, but I’ve found other uses for it. I want to lay on your stomach on it. Your head will be at this end and your ass at the other. I can adjust the height so I can just slide my dick into your mouth. Give it a try,” encouraged Coach. It was a bit awkward at first to find the right way to lay on it, but once Kelvin found the sweet spot and once the height was adjusted, Kelvin found that deep throating Coach’s cock was even easier in this new position. It was a bit weird having his ass hanging off the end, but once Coach’s cock was in place, nothing else seemed to matter. Coach was enjoying the view and the blowjob. Kelvin was buried to the bush on Coach’s cock and was using his throat muscles to milk Coach’s head and shaft. That alone would have been enough, but in this position Coach also had a great view of Kelvin’s ass which moved in time with the boy’s swallowing motions. It didn’t take long of watching Kelvin’s perfect furry ass bobbing up and down until Coach lost his first load deep inside Kelvin’s gullet. Now it was time to see about moving that line. As Kevin began to work on Coach’s second load, Coach starting encouraging him and praising his cock sucking skills. “Your mouth and throat make a cock feel good. How about Coach doing something to make you feel good too?” asked Coach. Kelvin could hardly answer, which was fine because Coach didn’t really care to hear one. As Kelvin continued to work his cock Coach leaned over and set his hands on Kelvin’s ass and began to gently rub it. At first, Coach could feel Kelvin’s alarm but as he continued to rub, Kelvin went back to sucking and was actually starting to moan softly. Coach kept up the rubbing and worked his way down toward Kelvin’s crack to get a view of Kelvin’s pink virgin hole. Kelvin continued his work and Coach took that as a sign to try the next step. Removing his hands his wetted a finger in his mouth and reached with the other hand to rub and then separate Kelvin’s cheeks, opening his crack and exposing his hole. Again there was a pause but Kelvin went back to working Coach’s shaft. Coach wet his finger again and carefully placed it along the edge of Kelvin’s hole and began to circle it. At his first touch, Kelvin had frozen in position as the wet finger edged around his tight ass. Slowly Kelvin resumed his work on Coach and his moaning had gotten louder. “Perfect,” thought Coach. “Going just like I planned.” Coach continued to circle Kelvin’s ass occasionally wiping across it which caused Kelvin’s ass to jump slightly but to return back to normal when Coach’s fingers resumed their erotic laps around his hole. Coach could feel Kelvin’s throat working overtime on his cock and he was ready to deliver a second load. Coach carefully covered his finger generously with spit and placed it against Kelvin’s hole. “Time to move that line,” he thought as he released his second load down Kelvin’s throat as he applied gentle pressure to Kelvin’s muscular ring which, after the previous massaging, gave token resistance and before yielding to Coach’s finger which slid easily to the second knuckle. Kelvin moaned as Coach’s dick twitched and its warm load hit his throat but was cut short with a new sensation. Coach, who had been playing with Kelvin’s ass and making it feel quite good, had changed tactics and Kelvin felt his hole give way to Coach’s thick finger. At first panicking, Kelvin focused on getting the Coach’s load down but he could not completely escape the feeling of pleasure that was growing in his ass. There was a feeling of hunger that he had not known existed and it was coming from his ass. The invading finger moved slightly deeper causing increased pressure but also with it, came a wave of pleasure. The pleasure of feeling that fullness in his ass was new to Kelvin, but he embraced it. Coach knew he had won when after pushing deeper he felt Kelvin’s ass relax instead of tightening back up. Coach’s spent cock suddenly surged back to life at the realization that Kelvin has stepped toward the line and was teetering on the edge. Moving slowly and intentionally Coach continued to work his expanding cock down Kelvin’s throat while sliding his finger along the wall of Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin moaned louder but did not retreat on either front. Eventually Coach’s finger located Kelvin’s prostate. “You doing ok, boy?” he asked. Getting only moaning in return he positioned his finger along the prostate and whispered in Kelvin’s ear, “Coach is ready to give you your gift for being such a good cocksucker.” Coach Foley applied gentle pressure on Kelvin’s knob and began to rub back and forth across it. He could feel Kelvin’s surprise as wave after wave of pleasure hit his system. His moaning became ragged and his throat muscles loosened slightly as the pleasure in his ass replaced it on center stage. Kelvin heard the Coach’s whisper but didn’t know what it meant. Suddenly his insides were aflame with sensations he did not think possible. His moaning got caught in his throat as Coach’s finger pressed against his insides and waves of pain/pleasure rolled through his ass and balls. There was some discomfort at first but it fell away as pleasure replaced it. Within a minute he was back to working Coach’s now rigid cock with his throat and could feel the shocks within him each time Coach’s finger made a pass. “Good boy,” whispered Coach again in Kelvin’s ear. “Let’s see if we can encourage those balls of yours a little.” Kelvin could feel the pressure from the finger increase and it sent waves rolling through his balls. Suddenly, he felt cum oozing out of his dick in a steady stream. It wasn’t his normal precum, which was always generous, and it wasn’t an orgasm but he could feel it spilling out as the pressure increased inside him. It seemed to go on forever as more and more cum emptied from his trapped, flaccid cock. He couldn’t stop it so he focused on Coach’s cock lodged in his throat. “Doing great boy, I’m definitely getting off on milking cum outta your bloated nuts. Never knew you could dump a load without cumming, eh? Maybe sometime soon we’ll teach you a way to cum with that cage on,” teased Coach. “For now, Coach needs you to swallow his load.” Coach felt Kelvin’s apprehension slip away and smiled. The boy had taken the next step, had crossed the line. He was proud of both his boy and his own skill in getting Kelvin to accept Foley’s role as Coach and Kelvin’s role as boy. With that final thought, Coach’s third load boiled out of his nuts finding its way down Kelvin’s still eager throat. Yes, things were going nicely. After the last spurts of cum Coach Foley pated Kelvin on the head. “Good boy. I knew after watching that porn I gave you, you’d want to see what all the fuss was about get your ass played with. Your caged up cock seemed to like it.” Kelvin was still reeling from how intense the sensations were of Coach rubbing his prostate. Even now, with Coach’s one finger deep inside him and his now softening cock still filling his mouth, Kelvin was feeling good. Kelvin felt Coach’s finger slide slowly out of his ass and once it was gone he managed a low whimper at the now empty feeling that replaced it. Coach smiled to himself after removing his finger. He’d done it slowly and had felt Kelvin tightening his ass muscles as his finger retreated. The boy was trying to hold it in by squeezing tightly – a sign that made Coach re-stiffen. Coach Foley backed away slowly letting his now hard cock retreat slowly from Kelvin’s throat, completely sucked clean of cum as always. Kelvin was a quick learning and he was definitely developing a taste for Coach’s spunk. Coach lowered his head down to Kelvin’s ear and pulled Kelvin’s head closer by his jaw. He whispered, “Best you hit he showers boy. There’s a small mess since you weren’t prepared for the milking.” He felt Kelvin stiffen in fear of having done something wrong. “Not to worry though, tomorrow we’ll teach you how we can avoid that so you can enjoy having your ass played with again.” With that Coach stood up and slapped Kelvin’s ass. “Get going, boy!” Kelvin hopped up like he was told and hit he showers. As he sat under the warm water he reached back and felt his hole. It was still a bit sensitive but the sense of emptiness was still there and the memories of the sensations that had gripped him a few minutes ago were still playing in his mind. He leaned against the shower wall and sighed. Kelvin didn’t know what his latest experience meant for the future, but he did know that he’d do just about anything to feel that way again – and that thought made him nervous.

It was my second visit to the Fort, a sleazy pub in London which held naked days on Wednesdays, and where I began my descent into depravity when I was fucked in the sling in full view of the bar. As I remember it, the bar was dark, the music was loud, and the room smelled with the body odour from the many old trolls lounging naked at the bar. I removed my clothing, storing them ia locker, then walked naked to the bar area where I ordered a drink. Numerous pairs of eyes glittered in the dim light as they scanned my body. Naturally I was nervous, and still unsure of what I was doing. As I turned from the bar and moved towards the far wall, a man walked past me and stroked my bottom in passing. I turned and he gave me a smile. His face was swarthy, with deeply sunken cheeks and his body was quite muscular, his veins clearly protruding. "Nice arse," he remarked in a clearly Italian accent. "Thanks," I replied. His body was so obviously wasted it made me shiver with fear and excitement. "Want to have some fun with me?" he asked. I had to ask, "Are..are you poz?" Again he smiled answering "Yes, of course. Twenty years now. Come and play," as he led me over to a corner, gesturing at a couple of empty bar stools, asking " You kinda new here, eh?" "Second time here," I admitted. "Then you should get plenty of cock. A fresh boy like you. Still neg?" I nodded, and he shrugged as if to say not for long and then said "Raise your legs and show me your hole." I leaned back and managed to raise my legs almost to my chest. He gently fingered my slit and poked the tip of his finger into it, urging "Push it open, Try to suck it in. The guys like it nice and puffy." I gasped as his finger slid into my hole, definitely glad I had pre-lubed myself when I undressed. He probed in and out, at the same time offering me a bottle of poppers. I sniffed deeply, and felt the familiar melting rush. I half-noticed some guys moving closer to get better view, and my new friend winked at them as his fingers opened me up. I looked down and saw he had an erection, and a thick drool of precum was hanging from the mushroom shaped head. I took another sniff of poppers and suddenly, in a matter of fact way like a dog mounting a bitch, he removed his finger, pushed his hips forward and slid his slimy, toxic cock up into my rectum. I gasped with shock, but he crouched over me, shoving the finger which had been up my hole into my mouth as he thrust his cock in and out, grunting "Take it! It's what you came here for, isn't it?" There were several men clustering round us now, and someone supported my shoulders and two more held my legs up as the Italian man slid sensuously in and out of my arse. "Very nice!" he remarked, but not yet. I will maybe make you pregnant later maybe, eh?" With that, he slid out of me and stepped back. I was thoroughly excited, and my hole, gaping. The guys lowered my legs, and the Italian gestured for me to bend forward over the stool. I complied and he fed his slimy cock into my mouth, asking the general question "Okay, guys,, who's going to be first to knock up my little slut?" I felt strong fingers pull my arse cheeks apart, and a short, thick cock opened me up further, then slid up inside me. I looked over my shoulder to see a fat, middle aged man dripping with sweat as he started to fuck me, but the the Italian clearly was in charge of matters as he slapped my face, positioning my mouth to take care of his cock. "No, no," he almost cooed, urging "You just keep sucking. You don't need to see who in your hole, or, for that matter, who knocks you up." I felt the fat man grunt and shiver as his throbbing cock unloaded in me. When he withdrew his warm sperm ran down my balls. Another cock immediately began it's journey into my rectum, but this time I had learned my lesson: like a good slut I didn't look round this time, nor did I check out the series of men who mated with me. One after the other the men kept cumming until the sperm overflowed from my puffy arsehole. The Italian man, all the while, stroked my hair, reminding me what a good boy I was....

It was Halloween night. I had decided to go out by myself that night instead of going to a house party with my friends. I had not only recently turned 21 and could get into the clubs, but I had also finally accepted the fact that I was gay. My friends didn't know yet, but I had gone out a few times to the clubs and hooked up with some hot guys. I knew tonight was the gay high holiday, and didn't want to miss out on the possibilities. I chose a simple, but effective costume for the evening, which was basically my track outfit. I was a decathelete, and knew my body would be displayed perfectly. I just wore my track shoes with ankle socks, a jockstrap, nylon running shorts that almost showed off the bottom of my bubble butt, and a nylon tank top. I even fashioned an Olympic style gold medal to top it off. I admired my lean but muscular body in the mirror as I made sure my curley blond hair was adequately tamed, then grabbed my money and id, and was out the door. I had been at the club for a couple of hours, dancing up a storm, grinding against other hot guys on the floor, generally working up a sweat. After a while I decided to take a break and headed to the room off the dance floor with booths and tables. At the back bar I got the Halloween special, a Bloody Mary, and slid my sweaty body into a dark booth in the corner to chill. I still had all night to find a hot fuck, so I wanted to relax a bit with my drink and a glass of water. I was probably there about 5 minutes when I felt a slightly cold breeze brush past me. I looked up and saw him for the first time. He was probably about 30, tall, with dark, almost black hair, made all the blacker next to his alabaster white skin. Skin so white, it was almost translucent. I swear I could see the veins prominently beneath, almost pulsing with a life of their own. He was dressed in black slacks, a dark purple velvet suit jacket, and a white shirt opened halfway down his chest, slightly showing off his firm pecs lightly covered in dark fur. He wasn't the usual young jock type that I go for, but I found myself instantly, unexplainably, mesmerized by him. It barely registered in my head when he asked if he could join me. I just nodded and muttered a barely audible "sure" as he glided next to me. As he seemed to float into the booth beside me, I felt chills as his eyes, eyes that were so blue, eyes that seemed to appear full of life, yet dead at the same time, looked straight into mine, only deeper, right into my soul. I couldn't look away, as if I was trapped, and I sipped my drink as he continued to stare deep into me. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke again. "Hello Lucas," he said, extending his hand to me. "I am Demitri." It didn't even register in my mind that I had never told him my name as I took his hand in mine. His flesh was cool to the touch, but I just thought I was hot from dancing. His grasp was firm and I swear I felt a jolt of electricity pass through me. He held my hand tight for a moment before the spell finally broke and he pulled it away. It was then that I finally looked away and down, noticing his slender fingers with long, perfectly manicured nails that looked like glass, each of them filed to a perfect point. "How is your evening going on this special night?" "Uh, fine, fine." I laughed, coming back to my senses, thinking he must think of me as quite stupid. "Uh, your accent. It's different." "You caught me, I'm Russian. Can I buy you another drink? Yours is gone." "Uh, sure." I replied, not even realizing my glass was empty. Demitri simply rose up and seemed to glide over to the bar. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and he was back beside me in no time. As he gave me my drink, I noticed he didn't have one. "You don't drink?" I asked. "No." He replied. "At least not alcohol." His voice was hypnotic. He just watched me as I sipped my drink. I babbled some small talk, telling him meaningless things. He just smiled at me, as if he knew everything about me already. Smiled with lips so red, almost like blood. After I finished my drink, he took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table. Without a word, he leaned into me and placed his lips against mine. Again, so cold, yet so electric. I found myself melting into him as his tongue entered my mouth, and his cold hand stroked my bare thigh. I shivered as he ran his nails on my inner thigh, up to my crotch, stopping just before touching my raging hardon. I involuntarily moaned as he removed his hand and pulled his lips away. I was breathing hard as I opened my eyes to see him inches from my face, his blue eyes staring deeply into my brown ones as he stroked my face. "You are so beautiful, my boy." He purred. "Tonight is a special night for you. I chose you. Tonight is your birthday." I just stared back at him silently. He started to kiss me again, slowly moving his cold, red lips across my cheeks to my neck as his fingers inched under my shorts. I could feel him brushing his sharp nails outside my butthole as he kissed my neck. I moaned and spread my legs apart, giving him more access to my hungry hole. This was the invitation he was waiting for as he slid his finger in my anus and I felt his sharp teeth puncture my neck. Instead of pain, I felt ecstasy as I gasped in pleasure, spreading my legs further apart and holding his head tight against me. He inserted two fingers into me, digging and clawing as he sucked on my neck. My throbbing boner ground into my jockstrap as I soaked it in precum, moaning like a bitch in heat. After a minute, Demitri pulled his mouth off my neck, licking it with his tongue as he pulled his fingers out of my hungry ass. As I floated back down, he sat upright, and I could see a trickle of blood run down the side of his mouth. He raised his fingers and I could see blood on them as well. With a look of pleasure, he licked his fingers clean, and wiped off his mouth. Standing up, he extended his hand to me and said, "Come with me." That's all he had to say. I stood up as if in a trance, and took his hand as he led me out of the club to a waiting limosine. "Say goodbye to your old life, Lucas, and hello to your new reality." He said as he guided me into the limo, and we were escorted away.

33. Tony and Aaron were just finishing the preparations for the next fuckfest. Tony was really looking forward to this one as both Eric and Louis were invited, as was Aaron's little brother Chase. Louis and Eric arrived that day, Eric carrying a pair of rubber shorts and a padlock chain for the night, Louis carrying a leather vest, boots and jockstrap. Everything was prepared for the night, and the fun started straight away. Once again cum, piss and sweat was flowing down all of the bodies. Eric spent most of the night in the shower room, his yellow rubber shorts and padlock chain on, he was hooked on cock. He took all the loads offered. Neg, poz, young, older. Every single drop. Tony, Aaron, Sam, Rick and Danny all added to his collection of loads. He was in fucking heaven. He himself came hands-free three times. When he took a break, he realised pinkish mix of cum was dripping from his hole., so he spent the next 30 minutes finger fucking his worn out hole, before returning to collect more loads to the showers. Louis spent the night bent over one of the bar tables, Duke bent on the other side of the same table. They made out while mostly hot poz cum was being pumped their cunts. Each took at least 25 loads, if not more. Louis' cock was leaking like crazy, his hot, neg pre-cum oozing almost continuously down his shaft and balls. Rick, Sam, Danny, Tony and Kev both fucked him , each donating at least two loads of full of highly viral cum. Chase, who spent most of the night in the sauna, was also having the time of his life, riding every single cock available. Fast and greedy, while working his left nipple now professionally (not only at home) pierced nipples, he came multiple times, emptying his neg cum out of his ballsack - to make room for toxic cum naturally. His cock never became soft, even immediately after he came. His brother and brother's boyfriend each fucked Chase three times. When the night ended, everyone left with his balls empty and his cunt full of poz cum. The next day, Eric and his wife agreed to get a divorce. It was a mutual decision. She found a nice place in an another city, since the divorce gave her the freedom to change jobs - which she wanted to do for a long time. And since their 18 year old son Blake was just about to start his senior year of high school, he stayed with his dad... plus he wanted to stay in town. About two weeks later Eric started feeling a bit sick. He texted Louis who replied saying he had been feeling increasingly crappy for the past three days. When Tony got their texts, he almost creamed his jockstrap. The message he received from Chase a few days later actually did cause Tony to blow. The was "Hi Bro...feeling really sick. Hope it's the flu." Here is the next chapter. Just as promised.

I agree that it's as much about the control as the sex. The only time I've done something like it is when my bf as a surprise arranged for four guys to fuck me and then he did last. Our tastes are quite different. Made it extra hot that it wasn't my choice (and woldn't be either). He's also good at sifting out the crazies. So they all came and went just as planned. Is funny coz he's quite jealous and likes to know my whereabouts (Life360 anyone?) but he's also turned on by me being slutty - as long he knows I'm doing it, so it worked quite well. I know if I tried to organise it for him it would end in tears - more accurately loud Barbra Streisand (guys that don't get the hint get Babs).

Hey Guys, thanks for your amazing answers. It was nice to read them and made me horny. My FB is coming to my flat tomorrow,!he is sleeping here, so I can hope to fuck me in my sleep.

Ripe sweaty pits, crotch and ass and ripe uncut dick get my cock rock hard and precumming in no time flat. Doesn’t matter if they’re my own or another pig’s, the rush I get from them is better than I’ve ever gotten from any poppers.

One of my hottest tops was my wife's cousin who bred me in our bed several times. She never knew.

Got a Grindr message from a cute, Indian college guy nearby. His profile said safe only, so we agreed to swap head. He was this hot skinny little twink, and as soon as I had him in front of me I couldn't keep my hands off. Getting manhandled turned him on big, so much that when I was done face fucking him he begged for my raw cock. I bent him over and slip in with just his spit, so much for condom only.

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i like to strangle a cute little neg twink with my bare hands in the bathhouse so that he never sees my face then tell him it that im giving him aids right before he passes out,then make sure its hole is getting fucked by a new guy when he wakes up

p.s. forgot to mention, i have a pair of padded underwear that give me a bit of a bubble. For me, it's kind of like a woman wearing a mini or makeup, wanting to draw attention to my ass.

A man can never be to smelly for me. Ripe pits, musky nuts, chezzy and pissy cocks, rank dirty holes. My tongue wants to service them all, licking them clean. Really love cleaning a guys pit up, getting his smell all over my face and up in my goatee, then kissing him deep. Sharing his stink with him.

4. The rest of the afternoon wasn't that interesting for Dan, although his dick was constantly getting hard from thinking about the gym showers and Tony. That boy was horse-hung, good looking, nice AND wild! Damn was he a knockout. Rick had some sort of meeting in the evening, although it was Saturday, so at around 7, he left and said he wasn't gonna be home until 10. Tony and Dan were sitting in the living room and talking a little. Talking about how it works in the city, what places should Tony check out and so on. Naturally, before long they found themselves talking about what happened earlier in the gym showers. "Uhm.... Dan, where... and why did you get those tattoos and piercings?" "Please Tony, call me Danny like everyone does." laughed Danny. "Well I know a guy, who runs a tattoo and piercing parlor, who I can hook you up with by the way, if you want. And well, I just thought most of them looked really hot, but some have a special meaning. "How about that biohazard symbol?" "Oh, well that one means...that I... have HIV," said Danny carefully. Tony looked confused. "Tony, I'm poz. "Oh, I..." "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before." "It's... okay," said Tony. "Wait! You don't mind? You aren't freaked out?" asked Danny surprised. "Actually It...it actually made the shower scene so much hotter" confessed Tony. "Really? Well that's nothing to be ashamed of. Many guys think it's hot to be poz, they even try to get HIV! Before we got it, me and your uncle were chasing as well." said Danny. "Uhmm...oh." said Tony confused, not sure how to process this information. "Anyway, I'm off to the shower. If you wanna talk about it some more, I'll be happy to help Tony." said Danny with a wink and left for the bathroom. 5. Danny was in the shower, his dick hard from all the thoughts of Tony and his big cock, that were overflowing him. Suddenly, he heard the bathroom door open and soon the shower door did as well. He turned around to find Tony was standing in front of the shower. Naked. His full nine inches hard and dripping precum. "Come on in!" said Danny with a grin. Tony stepped into the shower and started kissing Danny all over. 'Damn, this is getting interesting', thought Danny as they made out, kissing other necks and Tony started to go down down on Danny, licking and kissing every inch of his body, stopping at the nipple rings and twisting them, which made Danny go crazy. He got to Danny's cock, started sucking it furiously and even licked his balls a few times! He was good. Real good for an 18 year old. After a few minutes, he popped out the cock from his mouth and slapped it on his tongue again. "You want some piss baby?" asked Danny. "What? I've never done that before." "We can try if you want." "Uhm...ok I guess." "Well open up then!" Tony opened his mouth wide. "Here it comes!" said Danny as he released the pressure and started pissing in Tony's mouth. Tony was barely fast enough to swallow. He was gulping down the piss and then decided to let it pour all over his body. Danny finished pissing and asked: "You like it?" "Fuck yeah!" said Tony. "Let's switch." Danny got on his knees and Tony stood up and leaned against the wall. Danny sucked him off. And then after a few minutes, Tony asked: "Can I piss on you?" "Hell yeah you can!" said Danny. With that Tony let out a thick stream of piss from his huge dick. Danny drank a bit and let the rest of it rain all over him. "Fuck me Danny!" said Tony all of a sudden. "Really? Are you sure? I only fuck bare and I am poz, remember?" "I don't fucking care!" moaned Tony. "Fuck, you're turning into one wild pig!" exclaimed Danny. Tony bent over against the wall, just like Danny in the gym earlier. Danny got on his knees and started eating out Tony's tight ass, sticking his tongue in and out, while Tony's cock was throbbing and he was moaning. Then he did the same with his fingers. One at first, then two and then three. Then he stood up and was so horny he didn't think anymore really. He rammed his 7.5 inches into Tony's tight ass. Tony roared "FUCK!" With that Danny started fucking him like a rabbit, his hard cock furiously plowing the teen boy's ass, thinking to himself 'I'm gonna fill this boy's ass with my poz load soon'. As Danny was getting close, and he wanted to delay his orgasm, he and Tony changed positions: Danny picked Tony up and turned him belly up, fucking him as he was holding him in the air, ramming Tony into the wall. They were going at it for a few minutes and Danny was getting real close so he announced "I'm there!" "Oh fuck!" was Tony's response. "I'm about to fill your hot ass with my toxic load!" "Fuck yeah, dump it inside me!" "Yeah? You want me to poz you up?" "Fuck yeah, poz me!" "HERE IT CUMS, BOY!" roared Danny and started shooting gallons of his highly viral load inside Tony's hole just as Tony shot his hot neg load all over his chest and face.

update: Chute midday was close to dead, and most guys did not want to bareback. Zorba's decent action, but again a lot of non barebackers. Grindr and bbrt were both fantastic sources of bare cock....took over a dozen loads in one short day....get a hotel room is my advice!

Just got through working out. Anybody want a sniff?

Just slammed up good, HAIL Sarah Palin! Creator of all that is Evil. BREED ON!

When someone responds to my "bottom only" profile with "I want you to fuck me". Or when someone starts asking questions when the info is clearly in my profile.

PART 6 I spent the whole drive over shaking I was so nervous. Over and over i told myself to just turn around and what what was I thinking risking so much? The first time I didn’t know til it was too late , but this was different. And I couldn’t pretend to myself it wasn’t. My hard cock and hungry ass were leading me, overpowering every thought I had to just get away! There was no hiding it, Tim had told me flat out. He was hiv positive, poz as he called it. And he didn’t use condoms. And he had no intention of pulling out. And I had seen that huge cock and knew how deep it could be when he came. And I had seen those giant cum producing balls. He had to shoot a massive load. He will fill me up with it, his sperm. His HIV positive sperm. Spurt after spurt, his cock all the way inside me erupting. And fear took more of a backseat. I was a horny as hell 18 year old that had just discovered bottoming and had done it with a hot experienced hung top. And he had fucked me bareback and cum in me my first time. I couldn’t help wanting more. And I knew how amazing Tim was, how he had made it feel so good, had made me so hungry for cock and so wanting to be a proud gay bottom. A bareback bottom now, on my way to see him again. Still shaking, I rang his bell and he answered obviously nude and obviously knowing it would be me knocking. “I’m so glad you are here. I have thought about that hot ass so many time these last few days. And the way that mouth felt on my cock. And the taste of your asshole. Wanna go straight up?” He welcomed me shutting the door. Nodding eagerlly at home he responded by leading me up to the room I had been in before. This time, I was tearing at my clothes, my cock like steel already and eyes focused on Tim’s already hard meat. Naked, I fell to my knees and licked the shaft from the base to the head, before swirling my tongue around the big mushroom head. Tasting precum, I lost my self and opened wide and took as much as I could. Concentrating on relaxing my throat, I tried to take more and more burn woukd gag occasionally and have to back off. I was trying my best to please him, to be a good cocksucker. “Fuck yeah”, he growled, “that’s so good. Suck that fucking dick. Get it ready. I’m gonna fuck you with it in about 30 seconds.” I grew every more eAger in my sucking, wanting to show my enthusiasm for what he said. “Get up, get on the bed on your back and pull your legs up,” he ordered as he reached for his lube and applied some to my hole and to his cock. Standing over me, his cock head an inch from my starving hole, he looked down and asked me, “what’s my boy want? Does my boy want me to put my cock inside him right now?” “Yes! Fuck yes”, I cried out. “There’s no condom on this cock”, he whispered as he began to tease my hole by rubbing the tip against it. “No condom. No condom.”, I repeated in an almost begging tone. He was driving me to the edge, making me want him so badly. “Should I pump all of my cum Into your hole when I shoot? Should I give you my sperm when we both know I am hiv positive? What do you want?”, he whispered as the pressure on my hole gradually increased. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up with it! All of it! PleAse just please fuck me til you cum!” I whimpered. With that, he pushed in and i I felt that piercing pain followed by a dull ache as my almost virgin hole tried to relax. He gently worked his big meat into me, slowly rocking his hips pushing deeper and deeper. Then starting to take longer strokes as my breath became gasps and I started losing myself to the sensations of pleasure in my hole. It wasn’t long til I was lost. The only thing on earth that mattered was Tim and his huge cock and me and my tight little hole. We were connected. Eyes locked, him grunting and huffing as I began to feel my breAth knocked out with every deep stroke. His ball were now slapping against me when he drove home and I reveled in knowing he was in me ball deep. I was taking all of him. Raw. He was pumping hArd and his thrusts began to pick up speed, his ups bucking erratically. I recognized this from last time and concentrated on trying to take every single bit of that cock inside me while squeezing and miliking it. “Fuck yes, squeeze that fucking cock Chris. Earn that load. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my sperm in you.” He grunted. “Fucking please cum in me. Please cum in me. I want it in me. I want your cum all inside me. I won’t let it leak at all. Please!” I begged him. “Big poz load. Gonna give it to you. Fucking dump that cum deep inside you.!” He muttered between clenched teeth as he was slamming into me. “Yeah. Big load. Big poz load. Inside me. All of it. Poz load inside me. Poz load inside Me.” I just kept saying it. Then I felt it his pace grew ever faster and then he drove deep and collapsed onto me and i felt that huge rod pulse and throb as his sperm entered me and splattered into my guts. I squeezed and milked it and wrapped my arms around him to hold him insode me. The throbs slowly ebbed and he pulled back up and looked down at me. My stomach was covered in my own cum? I had shot without touching myself. He made no move to pull out and I made no attempt to back off it. Instead I looked up with a guilty grin and knew inside there was no way I could stop doing this. Getting fucked without condoms and taking Tim’s cum. It was like a drug. I was already hooked. What was I gonna do now? This is crazy! But fuck his cum is in me and that thought still scared me but it was turning me on more. A lot more.

Each morning we were let out to the shower area to wash the piss and filth and cum from our bodies and to eat breakfast, naked and dripping with water, whilst the guards hosed out the cell. It was then I could see my compatriots and understand just how low I'd sunk. Fat, thin, hairy and smooth, some with sores on their skin, idiot faces and blackened teeth, like a vision from hell in a medieval painting. Then we'ed be shoved back into that hell-hole, the door clanged shut and I was engulfed in naked bodies. After a while, the temperature rose in the confined space. We began to sweat and I could feel the raw animal lust returning. My heart began to pound as I felt myself dragged to the floor, engulfed in flesh and the first cock nosing into my arsehole. By the end of the week, I had given up all hope, lost all inhibition and become an animal like the others, scrambling over sweating, shuddering bodies to find a cock to sit on or a slimy arse to fuck and my hole was gaping and swollen from constantly being fucked.

I am poz, 100% bottom, impotent. str8 and bi men I met never cared about my useless dick. I just don't need my dick at all.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

PART III I stared at Coach Pitt’s cock. It twitched every few seconds, a steady stream of precum sliding into the ridges of his furry abs. He saw me staring and grinned. “You like my dick, boy?” I nodded eagerly, and my own cock twitched. He grabbed my fat piece of meat and whistled. “Goddamn, Lance—you’ve got a pretty hot cock yourself.” He kissed me again, then looked me square in the eyes. “Now, listen: I promised Coach Strickland that he could watch me destroy your virginity. But before that happens, I’d really like to see you worship my cock. You wanna worship Coach’s cock?” “Fuck yeah, Coach.” “Then get on your knees, boy.” I knelt down in front of him, inhaling the scent of his fur and his precum and his sweaty crotch. I’d only sucked a few cocks before, and hadn’t really gotten the hang of it. But I’d never touched a cock like this. As I stared at the veiny shaft glistening with precum, my hunger for Coach’s dick activated instincts I didn't know were there. I wrapped my mouth eagerly around his mushroom head and began sucking on it like his seed was the only thing keeping me alive—first swallowing a few inches, then slowly engulfing more and more of it in my mouth. I wanted to please and worship this man more than anything else in the world. “Good boy,” he growled. “That’s a very, very good boy. You know, Lance, I suspected you were probably a hungry little fag, but I had no idea what a natural pig I had on my hands. I can already tell that you’re gonna make me so proud.” I murmured with pleasure as I kept creeping my lips down the length of his cock. He moaned, and I tasted his DNA as it dripped steadily down the back of my throat. “Turn around,” he said. “I wanna munch on that sweet little jockbutt.” I spun around for him. He gently pushed down on the small of my back so that my spine arched, then he positioned my legs to expose my hole even more. “Spread it, pig,” he said, and I reached back and spread my hungry butt. “Just like that. I like to see you just totally open and vulnerable. Submissive. Proud of your role as a chemmed-up cumhole.” With that, he dove right into my wide-open butt. I gasped as he buried his face in me, and I could hear him growl and snort as he spit and chewed and tongued my tight hole. I whimpered. Then he pulled me upright, turned my head to the side, and kissed me. “Your hole tastes fuckin’ awesome,” he said to me. “When I’m fucking you, I’ll pull out from time to time and shove my cock down your throat. That way you can taste your hot little boybutt all over my raw dick. Got it?” I nodded, and he kissed me a little more. His mouth was full of the same spit that was dripping out of my fuckhole and down my leg. Then he stood up. “OK, boy,” he said with a grin. “It’s time to head to my place and get you knocked up.” He pulled me to my feet and threw me a warm-up jersey. “Just put that on. No underwear. I want you to be naked as soon as possible once we’re inside my house.” Meanwhile, he threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, zipping it up to cover his hairy chest and abs. His hard cock formed a huge tent in his sweats, pulling the elastic band low enough that I could see his pubic hair. As we drove back to his place, he took out his phone and dialed Coach Strickland. “Hey, bud,” he said. “I’ve got the boy with me. We’ll be there in 10 minutes. You wanna get those hits ready? Oh, and by the way—Lance has something to tell you.” He handed the phone to me. “Tell him, Lance. Tell him what you want tonight.” “Hey,” I said. Strickland replied, “Hey, buddy. You got something to tell me?” I hesitated just for a moment, then plunged right in: “I wanna get fucked. I want your raw dick in my hole. I need it. So bad.” “Woof. That’s fuckin’ hot, boy. You gonna make me pull out?” “Fuck no, Coach. Cum in my butt. Please.” “Holy shit, dude. You’re such a fuckin’ good boy.” Here I paused again. I looked over at Coach Pitt, who gave me a little nod. Then I turned back to the phone and said, very quietly, “And one more thing. I want your poz cum.” A long pause. Then Strickland said: “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.” Another pause. Then I heard myself say, clearly and confidently, “I said I want you to bareback my hungry hole full of poz cum.” Strickland let out a little whoop. “Fuck yeah, you hot little pig! You wanna get inducted into the brotherhood? Wanna get converted?” “Yes please, Coach.” “Good fucking BOY,” he replied, and whooped again. Coach Pitt motioned for me to hand back the phone. “I told you this boy had potential,” he said to Strickland. “But I had no idea just how much. See you in a few.” When we pulled into the garage and closed the door, Strickland walked out to meet us wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I could see the outline of his giant cock through the mesh fabric. His chest and abs were covered with a thin layer of blond fur. I stared at his dick. “Hey, little buddy,” said Strickland. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick.” I obeyed. Kneeling before this studly fucker, I greedily swallowed the giant head of his dick. He grabbed my hair and began easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, dude,” he said. “This fag is a natural cocksucker.” “I know,” said Coach Pitt. “I can’t wait to see how he reacts to a big raw dick in his butt.” With that, Strickland pulled me off his cock and yanked me to my feet. “C’mon inside, boy,” he said. “I’ve prepared a very special surprise for you. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.” I followed him inside, then downstairs to a dark room that smelled like sweat and piss. Sex toys were everywhere. A sling was in the corner. And on a table near the doorway, I saw three syringes laid out in a row. “Get up in the sling,” said Strickland. “Coach Pitt will secure your hands and feet.” I did as I was told. Taking off the warm-up jersey, I climbed into the sling and put my legs into the stirrups. Coach Pitt winked at me as he secured my hands and feet. Then he grabbed a piece of rubber and tied it around my arm. “Listen, boy,” he said. “This is gonna be really intense, but just trust me. Just go with it. Coach Strickland prepared a big slam for you. That means he’s put drugs into a syringe, and we’re gonna inject it right into your bloodstream. You’ll feel an incredibly intense rush, then you’ll just want dick in your hole. Raw dick. Our dicks. And everyone else’s dicks, too.” “We’re filming this, by the way,” said Strickland, pointing to a camera in the corner. “We want to document your initiation. I don’t care if that makes you uncomfortable. Frankly, in just a few minutes, you won’t care either.” I watched as Coach Pitt secured a rubber strap to his own bicep. Then Strickland handed him a syringe and swabbed my arm with an alcohol pad. “Coach Pitt is gonna do his slam at the same time as you,” Strickland said to me. “That way he can talk you through the initial rush. I’ll slam second. And then, little buddy, we’re both gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant.” He removed the orange cap from the syringe, tapping it to remove any air bubbles. He found a good vein and inserted the needle. He looked back at Coach Pitt, who was doing the same. “Just tell me when you’re ready, Pitt,” he said. I watched as Strickland pulled the plunger back from my syringe, and it turned deep red. “I’ve got a register,” said Coach Pitt. “Fuckin’ do it.” And with that, Strickland undid the rubber strap from my bicep and began pushing down on the plunger. I watched the red liquid disappear into my vein, then felt a scratching at the back of my throat. I coughed violently as a rush of blood and chemicals went to my head. My heart began beating in double time. “Hold your arm up, boy,” said Strickland, showing me how to keep a finger over the entry point. I heard Coach Pitt exhale loudly, growl, and say “Fuck yeah” under his breath. Strickland went off to do his own slam, and Coach Pitt approached me, his giant dick bobbing in front of him, rock-hard. He, too, had his arm in the air, and his eyes were full of crazy, devilish intensity. Meanwhile, I was a little panicked. The rush was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t even begin to process what I was feeling. “It’s OK, boy,” said Coach Pitt, gently. “Just go with it. We gave you a REALLY big hit. Does this make you feel any better?” He ran his hands across my chest, tweaking my nips, then slowly moved his fingers down to my stomach. “Or this?” He inserted two fingers in my hole, and my eyes immediately rolled back in my head. Coach Pitt laughed. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “This sweet little fuckhole’s all slammed up, and it’s ready to get fuckin’ pozzed. You want my dick, boy?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, completely blown away by the intense sensation of his fingers in my hole—it was like his fingers were everywhere on my body at once. In fact, my body felt like nothing but a hole. And all I could think was that I needed Coach’s big dick inside me, I needed his sweet fuckin’ seed, I needed his virus, I needed him to mark me, own me, use me, wreck me. “Here you go, pig,” he said, resting the head of his dick against my fuckhole. “Strickland and I are gonna fuck you raw. We’re gonna breed you full of our poz seed. Then we’ll have some buddies come over to work all that cum up inside you, blasting you full of more virus. We’ll do everything we can to get you fuckin’ converted, I promise you.” That’s when he inserted the head of his cock inside my hole. My ass radiated with hunger. My mouth dropped open and my eyes fluttered. Coach Pitt grinned his evil grin. “Want more?” I nodded emphatically. Then I felt him pushing his massive raw shaft inside me, about a half-inch, then pausing, then a half-inch more. “Goddamn,” he said. “I tell ya, Strickland, there’s nothing hotter than fucking a virgin hole that’s just been slammed for the first time. It’s this combination of crazy tightness and insane hunger. His hole is grabbing onto my cock, doing its best to devour it, and his little cunt muscles are trying to catch up. You OK, boy? You want more dick?” By this point, I was grinning stupidly as he slowly impaled me on his raw shaft. I didn’t need to answer. He could see the complete bliss on my face. My wrestling coach, my dream man, was slowly filling my hole with his dick. Surrendering to his cock, feeling him invade me and claim me, I’d found my purpose, or at least part of it. My purpose was to serve and worship men like Coach Pitt, offering my raw hole for them to pound and breed. “I’m not gonna last long,” Coach Pitt said. “This hole is fuckin’ incredible. Boy, you’re gonna get so much cum tonight—you have no idea. How’s that slam feeling?” “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good,” I said, still grinning from the sensation of being filled by this stud’s giant dick. “I didn’t think I would ever get to see your cock, let alone feel it push inside my fuckhole.” With that, Coach pushed the rest of the way into me, his heavy balls resting against my asscrack. I looked up at him, my vision blurred by the waves of pleasure running up and down my entire body. No rubbers, no barriers—just the skin of his fat mushroom head rubbing against the skin of my hungry virgin hole. “You want my cum, don’t you?” he said, starting to thrust his dick into my jockbutt. “I so fucking want it,” I replied. He smiled. “I’m so glad I get to poz you, Lance. I’m so glad I’m the one who gets to flood your virgin hole with my virus. I’m gonna mark you. You’re gonna be mine. You wanna be mine?” “Yes, Coach,” I said. “Make me yours. All yours. Please. Poz me. Infect me. Give me your virus. Work my slammed-up hole with your raw dick until you pump a load deep. Please.” “I like to hear you beg, boy.” I heard his breath grow shallow. His thrusts went a little deeper. He was close to shooting. “I like to hear you beg for my toxic load. I fuckin’ love it. Sweet little jockboy like you with a hungry bubble butt. You want a poz load, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Poz me. Please.” “Here it comes, you little fucker. You little neg bitchboy. I’m about to blast you full of my fuckin’ poison. Fuckin’ A, Lance—sweet hungry tight virgin fuckhole. Fuck! You know what I’m doing right now, you hot little faggot? I’m. Stealing. Your. Fucking. Boyhood. Fuuuuuuck!” With that, he thrust deep, his whole body convulsing as poz cum pulsed out of his raw dick. Then another pulse. Then another. I felt a wetness and warmth began to flood my guts as Coach’s cock unleashed a ******* of infected seed into my defenseless body. Finally, after the eighth or ninth pulse, he came to a stop. His dick was still hard, still lodged in my cumhole. He looked me in the eye, grinned a huge grin, and said with a growl: “Welcome to the fuckin’ brotherhood, baby boy.” MORE SOON…