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The next two weeks passed in a haze of anticipation and routine. Doug found himself pressing his fingers against the sides of his neck every morning, tracing the faint swell of his glands beneath the skin. They were tender, but not painful—just a quiet reminder that something might be shifting inside him. He’d stand in front of the bathroom mirror, tilting his head to the side, searching for any other sign, any hint that the virus had taken hold. But there was nothing else. No fever, no rash, no crushing fatigue. Just the dull, persistent ache in his throat, like the ghost of a cold that never quite arrived. He didn’t stop taking Chris’s cum. If anything, he sought it out more. Some days, it was just the two of them—Doug on his knees in Chris’s dimly lit bedroom, ass lips working around the thick, salty pulses of cum that Chris groaned out with a filthy, "Take it, you hungry little slut. Soak that poison up." Other times, Jay was there, watching with dark, hungry eyes as Doug milked out every last drop, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. Jay would always join in after, his voice rough with approval as he fucked Doug raw, murmuring, "That’s it, baby. Let him fill you up. Let him turn you into one of us." One evening, Jay arrived at Doug’s place with a six-pack of craft beer and a smirk that promised trouble. Doug had just stepped out of the shower, his skin still damp, the towel slung low around his hips. Jay leaned against the kitchen counter, cracking open a bottle, his gaze raking over Doug’s body with that familiar, possessive heat. "You look like you’ve been thinking about something," Jay said, his voice low. "Or someone." Doug exhaled, running a hand over his smooth scalp. "Just… waiting," he admitted. The words felt heavy, like a confession. He’d been carrying the rapid test in his nightstand for days, too nervous to use it, too curious to throw it away. Jay set the beer down and crossed the room in three long strides, his hand cupping Doug’s jaw. "Then let’s find out," he murmured, pressing a slow, deep kiss to Doug’s mouth. His tongue tasted like hops and something darker, something that made Doug’s pulse kick up. "No more waiting." The test was simple, clinical in its design, but the weight of it settled in Doug’s chest as he sat on the edge of the bed, the plastic stick resting on his thigh. Jay stood behind him, hands gripping Doug’s shoulders, thumbs tracing slow circles over the tense muscles. The timer on Doug’s phone ticked down—thirty seconds, then twenty, then ten. His breath hitched when the single line began to blur, then split. A second line, faint but unmistakable, appeared beside the first. Positive. Doug stared at it, expecting fear, or panic, or at least a flicker of regret. But all he felt was a slow, dark thrill uncurling in his gut. His cock twitched, thickening against his thigh. Fuck. He let out a shaky laugh, his voice rough. "I’m— holy shit, I’m actually—" Jay’s grip tightened, his lips brushing the shell of Doug’s ear. "Yeah, you are," he growled. "And you love it." His free hand slid down Doug’s chest, palming the growing bulge in his towel. "Fucking poz now. Just like me." His fingers dipped beneath the terrycloth, wrapping around Doug’s cock, already half-hard and leaking. "Tell me how it feels." Doug groaned, his head falling back against Jay’s shoulder. "Dirty," he gasped. "Fuck, it’s hot. I’m— I’m one of you now." The words sent a jolt through him, his hips jerking into Jay’s grip. "I want you to fuck me. Now. I want to feel it— feel what it’s like to be a poz man railed by another poz man." Jay didn’t need to be told twice. The towel was torn away, Doug’s chest pressed against the mattress as Jay kicked off his jeans, his thick, curved cock already glistening at the tip. There was no preamble, no gentle stretching—just the slick press of Jay’s fingers against Doug’s hole, gathering the spit he’d hocked onto his palm, then the broad, insistent head of his cock pushing in. Doug moaned, his fingers clawing at the sheets. "Fuck, yes—" Jay bottomed out with a groan, his hips slapping against Doug’s ass. "That’s it, take my poz dick," he snarled, his voice rough with lust. "You’re mine now. Fucking ours." His thrusts were punishing, each snap of his hips driving Doug deeper into the mattress, his cock dragging against the sheets with every jolt. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna breed you proper." Doug was babbling, his words dissolving into filthy, breathless pleas. "Yes— fuck, please— I want it, I want your cum, I want to be full of you—" His own cock was aching, trapped beneath him, leaking onto the bed. The knowledge that he was positive now, that Jay was pounding into him raw with no barriers, no lies—it was too much. His orgasm crashed over him without warning, his cock pulsing against the sheets, cum spilling out in thick, messy ropes as he groaned into the pillow. Jay wasn’t far behind. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock jerking as he emptied inside Doug, his cum hot and thick, filling him up just like he’d promised. "Fuck, fuck—" Jay’s voice was ragged, his body trembling as he rode out the last of his climax. He collapsed forward, his chest heaving against Doug’s back, his lips pressing against the sweat-slick skin of Doug’s shoulder. "Goddamn," he panted. "You take my cum so good, baby." Doug was still trembling, his ass clenching around Jay’s softening cock, keeping him inside. But Doug was still hard somehow. He turned his head, catching Jay’s mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss. "Flip over," he gasped against Jay’s lips. "I want to— I want to give it back. I want to fuck you with my poz load." Jay’s eyes darkened, his cock twitching inside Doug at the words. "Fuck yes," he growled. They shifted in a tangle of limbs, Doug rolling onto his back, his cock still wet with his own release. Jay straddled him, reaching back to guide Doug’s slick cock against his hole. "C’mon, baby. Fill me up. Recharge me." Doug groaned as he pushed inside, the tight, familiar heat of Jay’s ass gripping him like a vice. He bottomed out with a shudder, his hands gripping Jay’s hips hard enough to bruise. "You’re mine," Doug snarled, the words tearing out of him. "Fucking mine now." He snapped his hips up, driving into Jay with a ferocity that left them both gasping. The knowledge that he was infecting Jay all over again, that his cum was toxic now, that he was marking him—it sent him spiraling. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing deep inside Jay as he came, his vision whiting out for a second. "Fuck— Jay— Jay—" Jay milked him through it, his own cock jerking between them, cum splattering across Doug’s chest as he moaned, "Yes— fuck, yes—" They collapsed together afterward, a sweaty, sticky mess, Jay sprawled across Doug’s chest, their breaths slowly steadying. Doug’s fingers traced idle patterns along Jay’s spine, his mind still buzzing with the reality of it all. He was positive. He was one of them now. The next morning, Doug found Arthur in his office at the clinic, leaning back in his chair with a smirk that said he already knew. Doug didn’t even have to say the words—he just slid the rapid test across the desk, the two pink lines glaring up at them both. Arthur’s grin widened. "Well, fuck," he said, leaning forward to snatch up the test. "Look at you, joining the club." He tossed it back down and reached for his prescription pad. "We’ll get you confirmed with bloodwork, but I’d bet my license that’s accurate." He scribbled something out, then slid the slip of paper toward Doug. "Lab’s down the hall. Go get ‘em, tiger." Doug should’ve felt nervous. He should’ve felt something other than the giddy, disbelieving thrill that had been humming under his skin since last night. But all he could manage was a breathless laugh as he tucked the requisition into his pocket. "I— yeah. Okay." Arthur’s hand shot out, gripping Doug’s wrist. "Hey." His voice was suddenly serious, his dark eyes searching Doug’s face. "You good?" Doug swallowed, the weight of the question settling in his chest. Was he? He thought of Jay’s hands on him last night, the way Chris had looked at him like he was prey, the way Piet and Arthur had always made him feel like he belonged. He thought of the way his body had responded—not with fear, but with hunger. "Yeah," he said, his voice steady. "I’m good." Arthur’s grin returned, sharp and knowing. "Then let’s celebrate." The dinner party at Arthur and Piet’s was almost ready to go by the time Doug arrived, Jay in tow. The apartment smelled like garlic and wine, the low hum of conversation and laughter wrapping around them as they stepped inside. Piet was at the stove, stirring something that smelled rich and spicy, while Arthur lounged on the couch with a glass of red wine, his tie already loosened. He looked up as they entered, his gaze locking onto Doug with a heat that made Doug’s skin prickle. "About time," Arthur drawled, setting his wine down. "We were starting to think you’d chickened out." Jay snorted, shedding his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a chair. "Please. Doug’s got more balls than the both of you combined." Piet turned from the stove, wiping his hands on a dish towel. His eyes flicked between them, landing on Arthur with a slow, appraising look. "Well?" he asked, his voice smooth. "Did the lab call yet?" Doug’s pulse jumped. Arthur nodded, "Yeah. It’s— official." A beat of silence. Then Doug let out a low, triumphant "Fuck yes!" and Arthur lunged off the couch, crossing the room in two strides. His hands cupped Doug’s face, his mouth crashing down in a bruising kiss. Doug melted into it, his hands gripping Arthur’s waist, the taste of wine and something darker on Arthur’s tongue. When they broke apart, Arthur’s eyes were dark with lust. "Welcome to the family, pozboy," he murmured. Piet was there a second later, his lips pressing to the side of Doug’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below his ear. "We’ve been waiting for you," he whispered, his breath hot. Jay crowded in behind Doug, his chest pressing against Doug’s back, his hands sliding around to palm Doug’s cock through his jeans. Doug groaned, his head falling back against Jay’s shoulder as Piet’s mouth found his again, their tongues tangling. Arthur’s fingers were already working at Doug’s belt, his voice a rough growl. "Clothes. Off. Now." The command sent a jolt through Doug, his cock throbbing as Jay’s hands joined Arthur’s, stripping him bare in seconds. The cool air of the apartment hit his skin, but he barely noticed—all he could focus on was the heat of their bodies surrounding him, the way their hands roamed over him like they owned him. Piet dropped to his knees, his mouth wrapping around Doug’s cock without warning, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep. Doug’s fingers tangled in Piet’s dark hair, his hips jerking forward helplessly. Arthur’s lips crashed against his again, his teeth nipping at Doug’s lower lip. "You’re ours now," he growled. "No more hiding. No more waiting." His hand gripped Doug’s cock at the base, pulling him free of Piet’s mouth with a wet pop. "On the table. Now." Doug didn’t hesitate. He let Jay guide him backward until the edge of the dining table hit the back of his thighs, then he was lying down, the cool wood against his bare back, his cock jutting up, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. Arthur was already stripping, his cock springing free, thick and flushed. He crawled onto the table, straddling Doug’s chest, his ass hovering over Doug’s face. "Lick me open, pozboy," he ordered, his voice dark with command. "Get me ready." Doug groaned, his hands gripping Arthur’s thighs as he pulled him down, his tongue pressing against Arthur’s tight hole. The taste of him was musky, salt and sweat, and Doug drowned in it, his tongue working in deep, hungry strokes. Behind him, he heard the slick sounds of lube, then Jay’s voice, low and filthy. "Fuck, look at you. Spread out for us like a good little slut." A second later, Jay’s cock was pressing against Doug’s ass, the broad head stretching him open. Doug moaned against Arthur’s skin, his hips lifting instinctively, taking Jay in deep. "Yes— fuck, yes—" Piet’s mouth was on Doug’s cock again, his lips sealing around the head, his tongue swirling as he took him to the back of his throat. Doug’s vision blurred, his body caught between the three of them—Jay’s cock pounding into his ass, Arthur’s hole tightening around his tongue, Piet’s mouth sucking him off with relentless precision. He was owned. He was theirs. Arthur’s cock was leaking onto Doug’s chest, the tip brushing against his lips. Doug opened without hesitation, taking him in, the taste of pre-cum flooding his mouth. Arthur groaned, his hips rolling, fucking Doug’s face in shallow, desperate thrusts. "Gonna cum down your throat, pozboy," he gasped. "Gonna breed you proper." The words sent Doug over the edge. His cock pulsed in Piet’s mouth, cum spilling down his throat as he cried out around Arthur’s cock. Jay’s rhythm faltered, his cock swelling inside Doug before he came with a guttural groan, his cum flooding Doug’s ass. Arthur followed a second later, his release hitting the back of Doug’s throat in thick, salty spurts. Doug swallowed every drop, his body trembling with the force of his own climax, his mind blank with pleasure. They collapsed together afterward, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, the table groaning under their weight. Doug’s body ached in the best way, his ass throbbing, his cock still half-hard, leaking cum onto his stomach. Jay’s arm was draped over his chest, his breath warm against Doug’s neck. Arthur was sprawled beside him, one hand lazily tracing patterns on Doug’s thigh, while Piet pressed a kiss to his shoulder, his lips curved in a satisfied smirk. "Welcome home," Piet murmured. Later, long after the others had passed out, after Arthur had ridden Doug's cock and Piet had dumped a load in him—Arthur and Piet curled together on the couch, Jay snoring softly in the guest room—Doug lay in Arthur’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. The city lights bled through the half-open blinds, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls. His body still hummed with the ghost of their touch, his ass sore, his throat raw. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the steady, unrelenting beat of his heart. He was positive. The word didn’t feel like a sentence anymore. It felt like a key, unlocking something inside him he hadn’t even known was there. The fear was still there, lurking at the edges, but it was drowned out by the rush of something darker, something freer. He thought of the way Jay had looked at him when he’d flipped him over, the way Arthur had kissed him like he was precious, the way Piet had swallowed his cum like it was communion. He was one of them now. No more hiding. No more waiting. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers curling into the sheets. The future stretched out before him, uncertain and bright and terrifying. But for the first time, he wasn’t afraid to step into it. He closed his eyes, a slow, filthy smile curling his lips. Bring it on.

Greetings all, sorry that life and commitments have gotten in the way of keeping this story rolling. Summer has a way of just taking off with travel and events, but thankfully chapters have continued to develop even during the time away. Also, an acknowledgement before we continue: a big thank you to Viking8x6 for alerting me that I was beginning to run afoul of some boundaries set forth for the forum. With his assistance, we modified the last two chapters to bring them in-line with the rules. The events haven't changed, merely the dialogue has been toned down a bit to keep the story in a state where it can continue to remain shared with all of you. Apologies to anyone who may have been offended, as a writer it's sometimes easy to get carried away with the creative juices and venture into that gray area. With that said, we pick up right where we left off... ------------- "Mmmmm..." G's eyes rolled back for a moment as he relished the feeling of his thick, uncut piece hilted in my sloppy ass. Slowly he began to pull back and then slide in, a gentle, rhythmic fucking. I knew with him having cum three times already that this one was going to take a while. "I really do love the feeling of your ass, seeing you lay there taking my cum," he said softly. "A large part of that is probably because of how much you remind me of my time with Paul. Though I was where you are now when I was with him." It dawned on me that this was more than just a random fuck in the woods. Through me, he was reliving memories of his sexual past. I suppose in some circumstances I would feel the butterflies fluttering about my stomach, flattered speechless by this compliment. And yet my mind was still racing to process what had been revealed to me over the course of the last hour. Or was it two? How long exactly have I been laying on this tree taking loads??? I've always thought I had pretty good stamina when it came to sex, but I don't think I'd even made it four rounds in a session, much less taking a seventh load before the last 24 hours. Yet he had a steady, driving motion going on. My body sliding up and down gently on the bed of our clothes as the cum from four different men lubricated my ass walls. Poisonous cum. It was hot; not just warm anymore, I was physically feeling the heat. Oh yeah, he was talking to me, wasn't he? "...bent over, he slipped in me pretty easily. He must have had me pegged from the moment he saw me. Hey, Reid, you okay? You look a bit out of it." His voice carried a little bit of concern. And truthfully, while I didn't feel great, I wasn't quite sure how to answer him. He slowed his thrusting, and reached up to touch my forehead with the back of his one hand. "Oh, my. Well, I think I know the problem!" He almost seemed to say it with relief, and just the slightest hint of a smile. He resumed his thrusting, though more determined this time. "How about I finish up here and we get you home. Pretty sure you're going to need your bed very soon." He was a man on a mission, firmly intent on planting one more load of his noxious cum in my ass before we left. His meat was hard as steel, almost painfully stabbing the depth of my colon with each full extension in. The slapping of his balls on my ass fell away and I knew they had drawn up; time to release! I braced myself. Only this time, rather than slam deep and inject as far inside me as he could, G just kept right on fucking as his load erupted from his weapon. Another 4-5 good shots of cum entered my ass, being immediately churned in with all the other cum remnants. His breath was ragged, but as he slowed his thrusting and began to regain his composure, he reached down to his left and pulled up the backpack he had brought with him on this little excursion. He took out a small towel and as he slowly slid himself down and his semi-hard cock slipped out of my ass, he used the towel to wipe himself and the area around my hole. He reached down and gently scooped up some of the cum pile that had formed on my shorts, on which my ass had been resting. He fingered it into my hole slowly. I was about to release my legs which I had been holding there the whole time, when he put a hand on mine. "No, just wait one minute," he said. He reached down into his bag and at the same time reached between my legs and pulled my hard cock up off my abs and pulled it back to point to him. He took the first two inches into his mouth, and with his tongue made a slow push into the opening of my foreskin and gently circled my very sensitive head once. I felt something pressing into my ass and as I exploded into his mouth I felt something even thicker than G push in. Suddenly my ass clamped down as if nothing was at the opening but something was deep inside. As my cum continued to flow into G's mouth, I realized he had plugged me. I shot probably a good 6-7 ribbons into his mouth, less than I had put in his ass a little while ago, but still a decent load for anyone. He didn't swallow, but instead began to pull the plug back; my ass didn't want to let it go though, so he gave a couple quick tugs to get it to begin its exit. He didn't allow it to come the whole way out, but instead he leaned down and allowed my load to fall out of his mouth onto the plug. Using his fingers and an in-and-out motion with the plug, he worked my own load into the gaping hole I had given over to him. With my load in, he again pushed the plug in firmly but slowly until I felt that familiar clamp down of my ass. I knew I was loose, but that plug was big enough to make my ass lips work how they were always meant. He braced my legs and allowed me to release them, gently lowering them down past him and to a dangling position either side of the log. He grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up to him, my head stopping about 6 inches from his. "Are you okay to walk back down the mountain?" "I think so. Where's my stuff?" I asked. G realized that what I would realize was my fuck flu was quickly setting in, and I had become a bit disoriented. Unremembered by me, he pulled out a spare set of clothes for both of us (clearly he had to have planned on us meeting again to have a set that fit me just handy in his bag!) and helped me pull the t-shirt over my head and arms. He did the same with a spare tank top of his own. He unstraddled the log, and then helped lift me up as my right leg wobbled in its attempt to join its left-side brother. He gave me a hand, and I felt the discomfort of the plug stretching my ass and pushing my colon further to the side than it was meant to be. We managed to get my legs side-by-side, and he helped me step into a pair of shorts and slide them up me. In short order he had a pair on himself, and with our footwear on he finally gathered our soiled clothing bed and threw it in his backpack with his towel. We made it down the trail slowly. Every step uncomfortable for me with the plug inside, yet G patiently helping me on the way. We got to the bottom and he guided me to his Jeep, correctly assuming I wasn't in much shape to get back under my own power. He pulled out his phone and typed a bit as I felt the cool air from his AC kick in; he had fired it up knowing I was extremely hot. I remembered his phone buzzing and the Jeep starting up, and with that and the feeling of an ample butt plug deep in my ass, I passed out.

Chapter 4 – Oh Daddy The entire length of his daddy’s dick was now inside of Aiden. It was sending waves of pleasure through his body. He had just realized that it was his real dad inside of him but he did not give a fuck. All that mattered was the pleasure coming through from his hole. He was in love. In love with his Daddy’s dick. Aiden was left speechless. His body was in euphoria. The high from the T and the dick in his hole. Then it started moving in and out slightly, back and forth. S: Damn your so damn tight, son. Relax and loosen up for Daddy. Sid reached around the boy and found his nipples. He played with them, flickering them, rubbing them. This helped the boy relax a little. Sid could finally get some kind of rhythm going. The stationary camera was getting great footage of Daddy’s dick and balls slamming into the boy’s hole. A: oh Daddy! Daddy! Hearing that and watching made Todd hard as can be. He had long lost his boxers and had been walking around the room naked, with 8 inch dick sticking straight out. Every time he hear Aiden say “Daddy” made his dick throb. He knew he had to wait his turn but was counting down in his head. A: Fuck Daddy. Fuck me. Sid pulls out and backs off the bed. S: turn around and scoot your ass to the edge. Aiden gets into position as ordered. Sid picks up Aiden’s legs and rests them on this shoulders. He spits on his dick and lines it up with the hole. S: Beg for it. Beg for it son. A: Please Daddy! I need it. I need your big dick in my hole. I feel empty without it in me. S: What about your tight little hole? A: Loosen me up Daddy. Fuck me loose. Wreck my hole. Sid was satisfied mentally with his conquest. Now back to the physically. He jammed his dick back into the hole in one push. He was balls deep before Aiden could clinch down. Sid starts long dicking his son. A: Oh damn, it’s so big Daddy. Feed me that Daddy dick. S: Oh son. Take your Dad’s dick. I’m gonna fill you with my cum. A: Yes, Daddy. Fill me up. I need your seed. Sid continues to jackhammer he boy. The man and boy are covered with sweat. Their bodies making slapping noises that fill the room. The boy reached for his dick to jerk off but the man slaps his hand away. S: No son. You get to cum when I say so. A: oh gawd. It feels so good Daddy. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking your son. Sid was getting close but did not want to cum just yet. He stops his thrusting and pulls out. Aiden feels the emptiness without anything in his hole. A sadness takes over him. A: aww, why did you stop? S: Because I’m in charge, boy. Now move over so I can lay down. Sid lays right in the middle of the bed. He waves the boy toward him. S: Okay now, you’re going to sit on my dick and take the whole thing. No whining. Be a man about it. Aiden straddled his Daddy and his ass hovered over his Daddy’s dick. He starts to lower himself. The head touches his hole and sends electricity through his body. He needed that cock in him asap. His hole was twitching knowing what was to come. Lowering further, Aiden takes the thick head and an inch or two. S: That’s right. You’re in charge of how fast to go down on it. Take your time. Aiden didn’t want to take his time. He needed the dick in him now. He took a large breath and pushed himself down all the way to the base. His hole was throbbing. He knew he took too much too soon but he didn’t care. He needed to be filled with dick. S: Good. Now rock back and forth with your hips. Yes, good. Keep doing that back and forth. We’re gonna find your boy button. You’ll know it when you find it. Aiden rocked and rocked and then came to a spot that sent chills up his spin and to his dick. He shivered slightly. S: That’s it alright. Daddy found your boy button. Now I know what angle to fuck you in to fuck the cum out of you. Sid gripped Aiden’s hips and starts fucking him upward at the same angle as his boy button. The boy was in shivers over and over and over. He couldn’t believe that his Daddy was making him feel so good. A: oh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy. Ohhh Daddy Without warning, cum starts shooting out of the teen’s hard dick. The teen’s hole squeezing down on Sid’s dick. S: Oh fuck son. I’m cumming. Take that cum. Ohhh fuuuuuck. Aiden could feel the cum being shot inside of him. Filling his insides with warm gooeyness. He counted 5 full shots of cum. Aiden looked down at his Daddy. He had shot his boy load all over his Daddy’s chest. Sid picked some of the cum up from his chest with his finger and fed it to his son. Aiden took the cum coated fingers into his mouth like it was honey. Sid grabbed on to his son and pulled him close. He then rolled over so that he was on top now. his dick still in his boy’s sweet hole. S: Okay son, now I’m going to move and my dick is going to pull out. Squeeze your hole shut and keep the cum in there. Got it? Sid backed away pulling his dick out. The boy did as he was told to do and squeezed his hole shut. He saved all the cum his daddy had dropped in him. Todd starts clapping. T: Good job guys. I knew this would be a fucking hit getting you two together. Hey I’m not ready for my turn yet. Put a plug in him, alright? Todd threw a buttplug over to Sid. He lined it up with his son’s hole. He jammed it into the boy. The boy yelped from the sudden intrusion. T: Go ahead and give the plug a squeeze. It’s that lube feeder one I special ordered for pushing cum into the bottom. Sid squeezes the plug and the liquid squirts into the bottom. Aiden is fine for a minute but soon starts to squirm around. A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you?

Chapter 3 – The Silent Treatment T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy. The drug fueled boy slowly turned around and glimpsed the beauty standing in the doorway. It was just like his dad in the face. But he was all sex god from the neck down. Aiden eyed the man in front of him. His eyes traced the chest hair on his perfect pecks, to his dime sized pink nipples. He had the same sized nipples and the thought made his dick bounce. His vision lowered down the man’s happy trail, down to his red bush sitting above his hard dick. His bush the same shade of red as he had. And the throbbing uncut dick sticking straight up just like his own. The same shade of pink skin. These observations were sending the twacked boy into heat. Who was this man of his dreams? He needed to know him. Aiden needed to attack that dick and get the man’s load. The twitching from his hole was becoming irresistible. Sid stood there solid and stoic. He looked at the boy on the bed. The smooth fucker was just sitting there looking so fuckable. He couldn’t believe the naked twink before his eyes was there primed up for the mounting. But could he do it? Could he actually defy nature and bury his seed in his son. His mind was cluttered with the drugs flowing through his veins. His mind was screaming for him to turn around and run away. His hard dick was screaming to push a warm load into the boy’s tight little ass. Which would win out though? Sid needed a moment to think. He stood there in silence. The boy before him had returned his fingers to his hole. The boy was fucking himself on his fingers. This was too much for the man, after all, he was only human. This hot fucker was going to get what he deserved for being such a fucking hot whore before his eager eyes. Sid walked over to the boy and said nothing. He reached down and flicked the boy’s left nipple. A hard breath escaped the boy’s mouth. Sid reached down and grabbed the boy by his dick. A soft moan could be heard from the boy. Sid released the picked up the pipe and lighter that was sitting next to the boy. He walked over to the side table and packed the bowl and walked back to in front of the boy. Sid lit the bowl and sucked in a big hit. He bent down and pushed his lips to the boy’s mouth and blew the cloud into his lungs. After the man released his lips, a cloud was blown out by the boy. The man lit up again and pushed his lips to the boy again. The man pulled the boy from the bed onto the floor. The boy is on his knees. The shotguns resumed. On the fourth time, the man bent down and started making out with the boy. When they broke the lip lock, the man held the pipe up to the boy’s mouth and lit the bowl for him. Instead of crouching down for another kiss, the man stood straight up and pushed the boy’s head down to his dick. The boy instinctively opened his mouth and took in the head of the man’s dick. He let the cloud escape around the head. A soft “fuck ya” was heard in the room from Todd, the man recording the whole experience. Sid fed another hit to his son and again pushed him down to his dick. This time he was able to take half of the shaft into his mouth. They kept this going until Aiden was able to take all 7 inches of hard meat into his mouth. The boy could feel the hair pushed against his nose and the balls against his chin. He could taste the precum at the back of his throat. He was in bottom heaven. Aiden released the smoke and tried to pull him mouth off the throbbing dick but the man grabbed the back of Aiden’s head and held it in place. The man pushed his dick the full length into his throat. Aiden bucked and tried to pull away and breath. He was almost ready to pass out when the man let go of his head. Aiden pulled away and took a huge breath in. Bits of thick slobber hung from the corners of his mouth. Aiden’s eyes began to water and he looked up at this new daddy. He wasn’t scared. He was super turned on. The man just stared back to the boy in silence. The longer the silence, the more the boy wanted to keep his daddy satisfied. The man grabbed the boy up and threw him on the bed. He did another shotgun and made out with the teen. After 2 big bowls, the man just lay down on the bed. Without speaking a word, he motioned for the boy to come over to him and positioned him into a 69 position. The boy got into position with his dick and balls hovering over his daddy’s mouth. He himself had his watering mouth directly above the man’s pink lovestick. Without waiting for direction, the boy took the dick in hand and placed his mouth on the tip. Aiden could taste the precum that had collected on the tip. That’s when he felt it. The man gripped the boy’s dick and licked it from tip to base and then his balls. Small moans could be heard form the boy as he was taking more and more of his daddy’s dick in his mouth. Aiden continued to go down on the man’s dick until he was down to hair at the base. The man grabbed the boy’s ass cheeks and gripped them in his palms. Moans escaped the boy. The boy was soon rewarded by the man with teasing his warm hole with his finger tip. He grazed the hole just enough for the boy to feel it. This was making the boy feel amazing. He kept bobbing on the man’s dick, letting it throb in his throat each time he took the entire length. Sid used his hands to push the boy forward a bit. He put his head up a bit and met the boy’s ass. His tongue dove into the wet hole. This drove Aiden crazy. He had never been rimmed before and he returned to bottom heaven. Aiden was in ecstasy and lessened his effort on the dick before him. He was just licking the head now. That’s all his brain would let him process to do since he was getting sensory overdrive on his hole. Sid had almost forgotten that Todd was there filming the scene. Todd had gotten close to get a close up of the boy’s smooth hole glistening with spit and lube. Sid returned to rimming the boy. Todd backed up and went to the bag of T. He fished out the 2 largest shards. He estimated that each shard was about 0.3 or 0.4. Boy was the boy going to be flying. He hands off the shards to Sid. Sid pushed the boy away forcefully and jumped off the bed. Aiden was on his feet now too. The man grabbed the twink by the wrist and wrapped it around the boys back. He pushed the boy down on the bed. Aiden crawled up the bed a bit and bent his head down. His ass was on full display. The twink was so turned on by the fact that the man was controlling the whole scene without even speaking a word. It made his hole pucker. Sid noticed the hole winking at him and he knew it was time. He dove his head back into the boy’s ass. The man was eating the smooth hole like he was starving – being generous with the saliva. The boy’s hole was super wet when he backed away slightly. Sid took the larger shard and placed it at the boy’s opening. He looked before him at the perfect twink ass before him and he pushed his head forward. He opened his mouth and lightly bit the porcelain globes. This was unexpected and the boy jumped slightly and relaxed his hole. The man took the opportunity to push the shard all the way in with his 2 fingers. It took a moment but the boy started complaining. A: oh daddy! It burns daddy. Oh fuck. While still in doggie position, the boy turned his head to see behind him. He found his daddy’s face. The face was full of lust. The man put his finger (other hand) to his lips. S: Shhh… Sid followed the command with a small tug on the boys balls. This made the boy yelp. But he shut the fuck up. Once the burning had stopped, the boy was again trying to fuck himself on the fingers inside of him. Sid pulled out and grabbed the other shard. He pushed in the same way with 2 fingers. The hole was spasming – gripping and then relaxing, repeat. Once the second shard had dissolved, the hole slowed the spasming down to a small rhythm. Sid pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his leg. He picked up the pipe and refilled it. He took a few hits. Aiden stayed in position. He didn’t know if he should move or not. Part of him thought that if his daddy wanted him to move, he would have moved him himself. He stayed in position while his daddy finished his bowl. Sid put the pipe down on the side table. He walked back behind the boy. The boy’s hole was so tweaked that it was puckering on and off nonstop. The man put his hand on the boy’s ass and pushed him down flat. His legs giving way and he was now flat on his stomach. Sid jumped up on the bed and laid directly on the boy’s body. The teen could feel hot breath on his neck and ears. He could feel the chest hair on his back. He could feel the hardness of the dick up against his ass crack. Sid used his knees to get in between the boy’s legs and spread them apart. Sid was positioning his dick into the right spot when a familiar voice broke the silence. Todd was on the far side of the bed, where their heads were. He had his phone up and close up to Aiden’s face. The sweaty mess of a boy was there for the video, for all to see. Todd paid special attention to get his eyes in the shot. The boy’s pupils were the size of dinner plates. T: Tell the camera you want it. Tell the camera you want your daddy’s dick. Tell the world. A: I want your dick Daddy. I want your cum in me. Daddy, I need you to breed my hole. Sid just looked into the phone and smiled and mouthed “OK baby”. Sid waited for the all clear sound from Todd. Todd was busy moving the stationary phone to a place where it could get the best angle. it was aimed right at their asses behind them. Todd walked back to the side of their faces. Todd cleared his throat, making the all clear signal. Sid placed his thick head as the entrance of his boy’s virgin hole. He pushed forward and the head popped in. The boy squirmed a bit as his cherry popped. A: OH Daddy! Sid pushes forward getting 2 inches inside the boy. As tweaked out the boy was, he could still feel the thick dick stretching his insides. There was slight pain but all he wanted was more. Sid layed flat against the boy where his mouth was just above the boy’s ear. Sid waited for Todd to get close up so he could be heard on the video. Then he started talking for the first time of the night. Just louder than a whisper. An intimate tone. S: You’re doing great son. I’m so proud of you taking it like a man. Aiden stiffened when he heard the voice. He was in shock even though he was high as a kite. S: I popped your mom’s cherry too. But you’re way tighter than she was. Just remember, I love you. Aiden didn’t know what to do. He recognized the voice as his dad’s. His real dad. Before he could process any further, Sid pushed forward and fed the boy the entire length of his dick into his tight little ass.

I'll start by saying I was alot younger then I am now! I had been working out at the YMCA with some friends during the summer. This Y was huge and in a very old building so the men's locker room was huge and had the old style shower set up. You know the poles in the middle with shower heads. As a horny young bro, I couldn't wait to get in there and see some skin! Now most of the guys showering at the time were a lot older then me. Mostly daddies, business men on their lunch break,or guys my age. I was in dick heaven! Most of the guys would sideeye my dick but, everyone there seem to be all business. However one time when I was just about to leave and as I had my back to the pole washing the shampoo outta my hair, a guy behind me said 'damn son, I wish I had that curly shaggy hair!' For that summer I had let my hair grow out abit. I was constantly pushing it outta my eyes! I turned around and this 35ish guy had come in and taken the pole next to me. He was white, tall, and lean. Shaved crew cut and a massive heavy dick. It appeared to my young eyes that it was the size of a baby arm and almost reached his knees! I stood there speechless! He immediately saw me staring and when I looked up, he winked at me. I came back to reality and said I said I was sorry, I didn't mean to stare. He said not to worry and he was used to it. I was proceeded to continue to rinse off as we were now the only ones at this pole. He said you've got quite the tool as well and a nice body for my age. I blushed but, was actually proud of myself cause that was the summer I had really transformed my body and had put on some muscle. He asked how long I had been working out and we chatted for abit. As we did I couldn't keep my eyes of his knob and I proceeded to get a massive hard on! He, of course, noticed and I reached for my towel on the wall. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his place nearby! He said he wasn't a insane [banned word] and he just wanted to give my ass a rub down. Next you know we are at his place! He turns on the radio, he grabs a beer and offers me a coke. I said I'll take a beer...he laughed and asked if he should check ID but, he gave me the bottle he was holding and got him another one. We sat shirtless on his couch and he proceeded to put on some porn. I immediately reached over and grabbed his crotch. He laughed and said bold little fucker! He proceeded to drop his shorts and I was naked in no time! I said that I wanted to get fucked and he replied that he didn't think my young ass could take it. I told him that I wanted to try. He got up and went into the bedroom and then came back with lube, a towel, a silver can, and poppers! I look back and noticed that he never asked me about condoms or if I was cleaned out for fucking. I was horny and already jerking off and I didn't care. He said to get on my knees on the couch so I turned around from the sitting position to the fucking position exposing my starfish for that hose. He started to finger lube me and said I was quite tight but, he could tell my meaty butt was begging for it. He said that if I needed to stop just to tell him and that I was in control. I felt him line up his bell head to my hole and proceed to slowly push in. Now guys, at this point in my life, this was still new to me so it took awhile to get pass the initial O ring and then burned like hell but, my ass was determined to take it. He got it in but, not all. He leaned over and gave me some poppers and as proceeded to go into heat, he'd go a little farther. It's when he proceeded to go pass the second O ring that I panicked abit. He told me to relax and calm down...that was in control and we'd wait until my body adjusted. So we stayed rutted and he rubbed my butt, back, and shoulders. We softly talked over the porn in the background. He kept telling me how good a job I was doing. After I had calmed down and adjusted, he then sprayed the max impact on the towel then handed to me. He instructed me to put into my mouth and breath in quickly then take it out. I proceeded to fly and it seemed my ass budded open! He proceeded to pass my second O ring...and slowly gave me a fucking. He wasn't all the way in but, when he moved foward he layed on my back and wrapped his arms around me and I felt massively full! He proceeded to rub his face in the hair on the back of my head. He'd moan and told me how good my ass felt. I was holding onto the couch with one hand and jerking with other. I'd had initially cum when he entered me but, I was ready to cum again! He upped the speed and I took some more maximum impact. He said he knew a kinky bastard in the making. I moaned a growl! He then took a mouthful of my hair and held on as he started to piston fuck me! I started to moan louder and he kept blowing air outta his nostrils! He then let go of my hair for a moment and asked where he could cum. I was in heat and "very irresponsibly" (wink) said in me! He bit my hair again and came up my ass. He snorted through his nose! I screamed as I felt him push further my young insides and spooged all over the seat cushions below me! I remember he didn't pull out all the way immediately. He layed on my back and as his breathing returned to normal he said that was a great fuck! We had been so loud that I said I hope his neighbors didn't mind?! He's said that they were all gay men and if they had been home, they would have come over the moment they heard us to join in! He pulled out and invited me to use the bathroom if I needed to clean up. Now guys, I sat down on that toilet thinking cum, lube, and everything else would come out but, I was clean as a whistle! Nothing came out! I guess his load was to far up there and that's where it stayed. Sorry to be gross but to add to the reality of this experience, I didn't shit for 24 hours after and still it's was as I had never been fucked! We chatted for abit and then I came again as he watched me jerk off to porn. He said that his door was always open and to come by anytime. Sadly the next time I went to his place he had moved! Stud, I hope life has been good to you. If you're on BZ, then contact me! My ass wants to sit on your pole again and make more memories!

Looks like the UK has now giving a vaccine that make it less easy to get gonorrhoea. It's a meningitis vaccine that they discovered also prevents 30-40% of gonorrhoea because they're similar bacteria. I'm going to try getting it in my own country as it's an available vaccine called Bexsero. It's an interesting change to have something for gonorrhoea, and maybe something more effective will be made in the future. [think before following links] https://www.gov.uk/government/publications/meningococcal-b-menb-vaccination-against-gonorrhoea-guide/a-guide-to-the-meningococcal-b-vaccine-for-protection-against-gonorrhoea

The video call connected with a soft chime, Jay’s face appearing on the screen with that familiar smirk—half amusement, half hunger. Doug had barely settled onto the couch, his skin still buzzing from the memory of last night’s party, the way bodies had pressed against him, the way Chris had used him. His cock twitched just thinking about it, the weight of his phone warm in his palm as he angled it to hide the way his free hand was already drifting toward his lap. “You look wrecked,” Jay observed, voice low, eyes darkening as he took in Doug’s flushed cheeks, the way his breath hitched when their gazes locked. “Arthur and Piet’s party that good, huh?” Doug swallowed, his fingers brushing over the fabric of his sweatpants, teasing the outline of his thickening cock. “You have no idea,” he murmured, voice rough. “It was… intense. There were so many guys, and they all just—” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale as his fingertips traced the seam of his zipper, imagining it was Jay’s hand there instead. “They knew what they wanted. No hesitation. Just… hands and mouths and—fuck, Jay, I’ve never been used like that before.” Jay’s tongue flicked over his lower lip, his own hand disappearing beneath the frame of the camera. “Tell me,” he demanded, voice dropping into that gravelly register that made Doug’s stomach clench. “I want to hear everything. How many cocks did you take? How many loads?” Doug’s breath stuttered as he palmed himself through the fabric, the pressure sending a jolt straight to his balls. “I lost count after the third load,” he admitted, voice trembling. “There was this one guy—big, rough, just shoved me against the wall and—” His fingers fumbled with his zipper, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet of his apartment. “He didn’t even ask. Just spit in his hand and—” The head of his cock sprang free, already flushed dark, precum beading at the slit. Doug groaned, stroking himself slowly, his grip loose but needy. “Fuck, Jay, I let him. I wanted it.” Jay’s breath hitched, his own movements growing more urgent beneath the table. “Good boy,” he praised, voice thick. “You deserve to be used like that. To be filled up. Tell me—were any of them particularly special?” Doug’s hips jerked, his stroke faltering as his cock throbbed in his grip. “Y-yeah,” he gasped. “One of them—Chris—he told me how loaded he was. Recently converted. Said he wanted to infect me.” The words sent a shiver down his spine, his balls drawing tight. “I begged for it, Jay. I wanted it so bad.” Jay’s groan was raw, almost pained. “Fuck, Doug, you’re gonna make me cum just from listening to you.” The camera jostled slightly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the silence between them. “Touch yourself. Pretend it’s me fucking that tight hole of yours raw. Pretend I’m the one filling you up with my POZ cum, knocking you up proper.” Doug whimpered, his hand flying over his cock, precum slicking his fingers. “Jay—fuck—” His voice cracked as his orgasm crashed over him, his cock pulsing in his grip, ropes of cum splattering across his chest, his abs. He shuddered, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the last of his release dripped down his fingers. Jay’s own groan was guttural, his face twisting in pleasure as he came, his voice a filthy whisper. “Good boy. Such a slut for it.” For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the sticky heat of release clinging to Doug’s skin. Then Jay’s smirk returned, lazy and satisfied. “You know,” he drawled, “I was thinking… Chris and I go back a ways. From Arthur and Piet’s parties. Bet he’d be up for a threesome when I get home.” His eyes gleamed. “But don’t wait for me, baby. Take as much of that poison as you can handle.” Doug’s chest tightened, his spent cock twitching at the thought. “You—you’d really want that?” Jay’s laugh was dark, knowing. “I live for it, Doug. Knowing you're getting bred? Fucking hell yes.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. “Just don’t tell me after. I wanna hear it while it’s happening. Wanna hear you beg for his toxic cum.” The text came the next afternoon, just as Doug was stepping out of the shower, his skin still prickling from the scalding water. His phone buzzed against the sink, Chris’s name flashing on the screen. Chris: Miss my cock already, chaser? Craving another dose? Doug’s fingers trembled as he typed back, his cock already stirring at the memory of Chris’s weight pinning him down, the way he’d owned him. Doug: I sure as fuck am. Your place? Now? Chris’s reply was instant, a filthy promise that made Doug’s knees weak. Chris: Door’s open. Be ready to take it like the hungry slut you are. The apartment smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with the musk of last night’s encounters. Chris was already naked when Doug stepped inside, his cock half-hard, veiny and thick, the head glistening with precum. He didn’t speak, just crooked a finger, beckoning Doug forward like a dog in heat. Doug obeyed without hesitation, stripping as he crossed the room, his cock aching, desperate. Chris’s hands were on him the second he was close enough, shoving him onto the bed, flipping him onto his stomach. A rough grip on his hips yanked him up, ass in the air, and Doug moaned, spreading his legs wider in invitation. “Fuck, you’re in heat,” Chris growled, his fingers digging into Doug’s flesh. “Already dripping for it.” A thick finger pressed against Doug’s hole, teasing before sinking in knuckle-deep. Doug gasped, his cock leaking onto the sheets. “You want this, don’t you? Want me to fill you up again. Knock you the fuck up.” “Yes—please—” Doug’s voice was a broken whine, his body trembling with need. “I need it, Chris. Need you to—fuck—” His words cut off into a cry as Chris’s cock pressed against him, the stretch burning, perfect. Chris didn’t go slow. He slammed home in one brutal thrust, his hips snapping against Doug’s ass, his cock buried to the hilt. “Gonna breed you, chaser,” he snarled, his rhythm punishing, relentless. “Gonna pump you so full of my poison you’ll feel it in your bones.” His fingers tangled in Doug’s hair, yanking his head back as he fucked him harder, deeper. “You’re mine tonight. My little incubator.” Doug sighed, his cock throbbing, untouched but aching, his orgasm building from the sheer filth of Chris’s words, the way his body was being used. “Yes—yes—” He could feel it, the heat coiling in his gut, his balls drawn tight. “I’m gonna—fuck—” “Do it,” Chris commanded, his voice a dark growl. “Come for me, slut. Milk my cock with that tight hole while you shoot.” The order sent Doug over the edge. His cock pulsed, cum spilling onto the sheets in thick, messy ropes as his ass clenched around Chris’s pistoning cock. Chris groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, his release flooding Doug’s body, hot and thick and endless. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, Chris’s cock still half-hard inside him, his cum dripping out of Doug’s stretched hole. Doug panted, his body humming, his mind hazy with endorphins. “Jay… the guy I'm dating...” he murmured, the thought slipping out before he could stop it. “He wants a threesome. With you.” Chris’s chuckle was dark, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Doug’s hip. “Oh, I know Jay.” His teeth grazed Doug’s shoulder. “He loves watching his boy get bred. Bet he’d get off on you taking both our loads.” Doug shivered, the idea sending a fresh wave of arousal through him. “You’d—you’d really be into that?” Chris’s cock twitched inside him, his voice a filthy purr. “Dude, I’d love to see that pretty hole of yours stretched around Jay’s cock while mine’s still leaking out of you.” His fingers pressed against Doug’s entrance, pushing his own cum back inside. “Think you can handle two of us knocking you up?” The extra key Doug had given Jay turned in the lock three days later, his voice calling out before the door even swung open. “Doug? You decent, or am I walking in on you getting railed again?” Doug’s laugh was nervous, his fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt. He was anything but decent—his body still ached from Chris’s rough handling, his hole sore in the best way, the memory of their encounter fresh and filthy in his mind. “Just me,” he called back, though the words felt like a lie. Because it wasn’t just him anymore. Not after everything. Jay strode into the living room, his gaze raking over Doug with that familiar hunger, his silver beard glinting in the afternoon light. “Miss me?” he asked, but his tone was knowing, his smirk telling Doug he already knew the answer. “Always,” Doug breathed, stepping into Jay’s space, his hands finding the hard planes of his chest. “But I might’ve… invited someone else to miss you with me.” Jay’s eyebrows shot up, his interest piqued. “Oh?” Doug bit his lip, his pulse racing. “Chris is coming over.” Jay’s grin was slow, predatory. “Well, well.” His hands slid down to grip Doug’s ass, squeezing possessively. “You’ve been a busy boy, haven’t you?” His voice dropped, his breath hot against Doug’s ear. “Did he fuck that tight hole of yours raw? Fill you up with his poison like you begged for?” Doug’s cock jerked, his body reacting instantly to the filth in Jay’s voice. “Y-yeah,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “He—he bred me, Jay. Said he wanted to infect me.” Jay’s groan was dark, his fingers digging into Doug’s flesh. “Fuck, Doug. You’re gonna make me hard just talking about it.” He pulled back just enough to meet Doug’s gaze, his eyes burning. “You want that, don’t you? Want us both to knock you up. Fill you so full of cum you won’t know where one load ends and the other begins.” Doug whimpered, his cock straining against his jeans. “God, yes—” The knock at the door was sharp, impatient. Jay’s smirk widened. “Speak of the devil.” He gave Doug’s ass one last squeeze before stepping back. “Go let him in, slut. And strip on your way. I want to see that used hole of yours when he walks in.” Doug obeyed without hesitation, his fingers fumbling with his zipper as he made his way to the door. Chris stood on the other side, his expression dark with hunger, his gaze dropping immediately to Doug’s exposed cock, already leaking. “Fuck,” Chris muttered, stepping inside, his hands going straight to Doug’s hips, pulling him flush against his body. “You’re dripping for it already.” Jay’s voice cut through the haze of desire, low and commanding. “Get on the bed, Doug. Ass in the air. Let Chris remind you what it feels like to get bred.” Doug moaned, crawling onto the mattress, his body trembling with anticipation. Chris didn’t waste time, his cock already free, thick and veiny, the head glistening. He spat into his palm, stroking himself as he knelt behind Doug, his other hand spreading Doug’s cheeks wide. “Look at that mess,” Jay murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he stripped, his own cock already hard, curving down toward his balls. “Still gaping from last time.” His fingers traced the rim of Doug’s hole, bringing it to his lips. “Mmm. Tastes like sin.” Chris didn’t tease. He lined up and slammed home, his cock stretching Doug open in one brutal thrust. Doug cried out, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his body already aching for it. “Fuck him hard,” Jay ordered, his voice a dark growl as he stroked himself, his gaze locked on where Chris’s cock disappeared into Doug’s body. “Knock up my boyfriend, Chris. Fill him up with that toxic cum.” Doug’s vision whited out, his cock throbbing, his orgasm building from the sheer filth of Jay’s words, the way Chris owned him. “Jay—fuck—I’m gonna—” “Do it,” Jay snarled, his hand flying over his cock. “Come for us, slut. Show Chris how much you love taking his poison.” Doug’s release hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing, cum spilling onto the sheets as his ass clenched around Chris’s pistoning cock. Chris groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, his release flooding Doug’s body, hot and thick and endless. Jay didn’t give him time to recover. His fingers replaced Chris’s cock, scratching inside Doug’s stretched hole, pushing Chris’s cum deeper inside. “Gonna fuck you now,” he growled, his cock pressing against Doug’s entrance. “Gonna breed his toxic load in as deep as it can go.” Doug sobbed, his body trembling, his mind a haze of pleasure and filth. “Jay—please—I need—” Jay’s cock sank into him in one smooth thrust, his hips snapping against Doug’s ass, his rhythm punishing. “What do you need, baby?” he demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me exactly what you want.” Doug’s voice broke, his confession spilling out in a trembling whisper. “I—I want to be pozzed. I want you to infect me. I need it, Jay. Need to be—” Jay’s thrusts faltered as he shot deep into Doug's second ring, his expression darkening, his cock still buried deep inside Doug. For a moment, there was only silence, the weight of Doug’s words hanging between them. Then Jay’s voice came, barely above a whisper, his fingers tightening on Doug’s hips. “Maybe you already are, baby…” His voice cracked, his gaze locked on Doug’s face, his expression unreadable. “You're awfully hot in there.”

The air in the apartment was thick with sweat and the musky scent of sex, the low hum of moans and laughter blending with the muffled sounds of poz-themed porn playing on a loop across the far wall. Doug stood near the entrance, his bare skin prickling under the weight of so many eyes—some curious, some hungry. Piet, ever the gracious host, draped an arm around his waist, fingers tracing idle circles on his hip. "Relax, man," he murmured, his breath warm against Doug’s ear. "Everyone here’s been where you are. Just breathe." Arthur, already half-hard again, gestured toward a cluster of men lounging on a massive sectional, their cocks either stroking lazily or already buried in someone’s mouth. "Doug, meet the regulars," he said, his voice a smooth purr. "That’s Marco with the sleeve tattoos—he’s a fucking animal when he bottoms. And the silver fox over there? That’s Richard. He’s got a thing for breeding fresh meat." Doug’s pulse jumped as Richard’s gaze locked onto him, slow and assessing, like he was already imagining how Doug’s hole would clench around his cock. Doug swallowed hard, his mind spinning. Names blurred together—Liam, the twink with the prince albert; Javier, the stocky dom who liked to spit in your mouth before kissing you—and he gave up trying to memorize them. The room was a kaleidoscope of flesh: hairy chests, smooth backs, cocks of every size and shape, some leaking precum, others already glistening with lube. The energy was electric, a current of need and permission that made Doug’s own dick twitch despite his nerves. Before he could overthink it, a couple—tall, lanky Tom and his burly boyfriend Derek—closed in on him. Tom’s fingers trailed down Doug’s chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples. "First time at a party like this, huh?" he murmured, voice rough with amusement. Doug nodded, his throat dry. Derek didn’t bother with small talk; he just dropped to his knees, tongue already out, and lapped a slow stripe up the underside of Doug’s cock. The wet heat made him gasp. "Fuck, you’re big," Derek groaned, wrapping a hand around the base. "Bet you’ve got a tight little hole too, don’t you?" Tom chuckled, pressing against Doug’s back, his own hard length grinding between his ass cheeks. "Oh, he does. Arthur’s been bragging." His teeth grazed Doug’s earlobe. "You gonna let us find out?" The question wasn’t really a question. Doug’s body answered for him, his hips rocking forward, seeking more of Derek’s mouth. The first suck was obscene, Derek’s throat fluttering around the head of his cock, and Doug moaned, his hands tangling in Derek’s short dark hair. They moved him to a nest of cushions near the wall, where the porn’s moans mixed with their own. Tom pushed Doug onto his back, spreading his thighs wide. "Look at you, already dripping," he murmured, rubbing a thumb over Doug’s slit. Derek didn’t waste time; he spat into his palm, slicked up, and pressed the fat head of his cock against Doug’s prelubed entrance. The stretch burned, delicious and sharp, and Doug arched into it with a broken sound. "That’s it, take it," Tom crooned, stroking himself as he watched. "You’re gonna take both of us tonight, aren’t you?" Derek bottomed out with a groan, his hips rolling in deep, punishing thrusts. Doug’s fingers clawed at the cushions, his own cock leaking onto his stomach. When Derek pulled out, Tom took his place, his cock thinner but longer, hitting spots that made Doug’s vision white out. They traded off like that, fucking him in turns, their rhythm syncing until Doug was nothing but a trembling, overstimulated mess between them. "Gonna fill you up, baby," Derek growled, his balls drawing tight—but then he pulled out at the last second, stroking himself, "later though, after this POZ cock has plowed a few more of the asses here." Doug licked them both clean instinctively, tasting salt and musk, his own cock aching with need. But they didn’t let him come. Tom smirked, pinching the base of Doug’s dick. "Not yet. You’ve got more to give." Doug whimpered, his body thrumming with denied pleasure. Next was Rafael, a wiry power bottom with a smirk and a tattoo of a scorpion on his thigh. He crooked a finger at Doug, his ass already slick and gaping from someone else’s cock. "C’mere, papi," he purred. "I wanna feel that big dick split me open." Doug didn’t need to be told twice. He knelt behind Rafael, gripping his hips, and pushed inside with a groan. The man was talented, his inner muscles milking Doug’s cock like he was trying to pull the cum out of him. "Fuck, yes," Rafael hissed, reaching back to spread himself wider. "Breed my POZ pussy, puta." Doug’s balls tightened, his orgasm coiling low—but Rafael must’ve sensed it. He clenched down hard, and Doug gasped, his release stuttering, denied again. The room was a blur of flesh and filthy promises. Poz talk swirled around him—"Recharge me fucker"—"Knocked up three guys when I was off my meds"—"You ever take it raw from a guy who’s really sick? Nothing like it." Doug’s head spun, his body thrumming with denied release, his hole loose and aching from use. Then he appeared. Chris. Younger than Doug by at least a decade, with a messy mullet and a lip ring that glinted under the dim lights. His uncut cock was average but thick, veiny, the head already weeping. He didn’t ask. He just grabbed Doug by the hair, yanked him up, and shoved him against the wall. "Heard you like it raw," Chris growled, his breath hot and beer-scented. Doug barely had time to nod before Chris spun him around, bent him over, and slammed home in one brutal thrust. "Fuck—!" Doug cried out, his nails scraping the wall. Chris wasn’t gentle. He fucked like he had something to prove, his hips snapping against Doug’s ass, his balls slapping loud enough to echo. "Gonna knock you up," he snarled, his fingers digging into Doug’s hips hard enough to bruise. "Gonna fill this used hole with my POZ cum, make you mine." Doug’s cock, still desperate, leaked against the wall, his body caught between pain and pleasure so intense it bordered on religious. Chris didn’t hold back. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and roared, his cock pulsing deep inside Doug as he emptied himself. Doug could feel it—the heat, the weight of it, filling him in a way none of the others had. His own orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting against the wall as Chris’s cum dripped out of him, thick and obscene. He was still trembling when Arthur’s hands found his waist. "My turn," Arthur murmured, his voice dark with promise. He didn’t pull Doug away from the wall—just pressed against him, his cock, sporting a bigger P.A. than usual sliding easily into the mess Chris had left behind. Doug moaned, his sensitive hole clenching around the intrusion. Arthur’s thrusts were slower, deeper, his breath hot against Doug’s neck. "Look," he commanded, nodding toward the other side of the room. Doug’s gaze followed. Chris was on his knees now, his ass lips stretched around the cock of an older man—Richard, the silver fox—who had a hand fisted in his hair, fucking him with slow, deliberate strokes. Chris’s eyes were watering, his lips slick with spit and precum, but he was obviously loving it, Chris' own cock hard again despite having just come. Arthur chuckled, his hips rolling in a rhythm that made Doug’s toes curl, his P.A. dragging against Doug's rectum wall. "See that? That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be a proper POZ pig." Doug couldn’t deny it. His cock, already spent, twitched back to life at the sight. They didn’t last much longer. Arthur came with a groan, his release mixing with Chris’s inside Doug, marking him in a way that felt permanent. Doug’s legs shook as Arthur pulled out, cum dripping down his thighs. He needed a break. Doug collapsed onto a free couch, his body humming, his mind foggy. Chris plopped down beside him a moment later, his chest still heaving. He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "First time at one of these?" he asked, nudging Doug’s knee with his own. Doug exhaled, nodding. "Yeah. You?" Chris’s smirk faltered for half a second. "Nah. But first time since…" He tapped his temple. "Since I converted." Doug’s stomach twisted. Converted. The word hit him like a punch. Before he could ask, Arthur appeared, a fresh beer in hand. He dropped onto the armrest, his thigh pressing against Doug’s. "Chris here’s got a gift for you, Doug," he said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. "His viral load’s sky-high. Off the charts." He leaned in, his lips brushing Doug’s ear. "That’s why I brought you here. Surprise." Doug’s breath caught. Chris’s grin turned sharp, hungry. "Yeah. Arthur said you’d love that. Fucking hot for me too." The room tilted. Doug’s hole ached, still full of their cum—his cum. The realization settled over him, heavy and intoxicating. He’d taken it. He’d wanted it. And now— Arthur’s fingers traced the cum drying on Doug’s thigh. "How’s it feel, knowing you may be one of us now?" Doug’s pulse roared in his ears. He didn’t have an answer. Not yet.

I haven’t been taking loads is much lately as I getting big into meditation as I’ve been feeling empty wasting so much time on hookups. Last Friday I was feeling super horned and a little depressed so I stopped at one the video stores and slut in me is so glad I did. It was slow at first but eventually a guy comes in who really wasn’t my type. Turns out he stripped completely and was hanging by a booth with a solid 7 inches hard. So I hop in the adjacent booth and blow him at first , and then turned around and let him breed my ass through the glory hole which he did for a good 20-25 minutes before blowing his load inside me. After he left I found another guy that wanted me to blow him and he asked me if he could nut in my mouth. I said I’d rather you nut on my ass and bent over for him. He starts jerking furiously and Instead of blowing it on my ass, he pushes his cock head into my hole and nuts inside me. Now I’m so turned on, I go into a booth by myself and start stroking one out, when I was getting close I head more people outside so I went for a look. Saw a hot guy in a hallway corner and he motions me over and I start blowing him. I noticed others were watching but just kept working on him. He gets me off my knees and has me bend over the chair. I figure he’s gonna fuck me but instead he motions to someone else I really can’t see at all and that guy fucks me. He was pretty big too. So he s grunting and cums fairly quick. And then another guy comes up and fucks me. He took longer, about 10 minutes of very hard fucking. He was not as big but still a great fuck and then he nuts in me. So now it’s the guy who I was blowing to fuck me. But he won’t. Says he doesn’t want to catch anything as he just watch two strangers breed me. So I said ok. And he went to jerk off to a porn movie. I said when you get close , let me know and I’ll finish you off. So I start walking around for a bit and kinda forgot. Then out of the blue he comes back. I was gonna get down on my knees again but he bends me over pushes in and cums on the third thrust and just leaves. So I get dressed again and found a booth with a decent movie to watch and just got really high on my poppers and rubbed out a load. I never even bothered to woo up or anything. Just went home with all the cum soaking my clothes. so much fun

Pure guesses on my part after 36 years of being a complete slut combined with a job that involved extensive travel within North America. I'm going to ballpark that I've topped 5000 different guys, maybe half of them bareback since I was mostly safe up until around 2010. In the same 36 years, I've probably taken around 1500 unique dicks, with probably only a quarter to a third of them bareback since I didn't start bottoming bareback until 2019 after I found out I was poz in 2018 and recovered from a health crisis that kept me out of commission for over a year. Over the last 10 I've taken a significant number of sexcations in gay sex hotspots where I've had sex with 100 or more different guys over a 2 or 3 day period, but since they tend to centered around events I'm interested, at this point probably at least 2/3rds are repeats.

Chapter 1 – Guest of Honor Todd had just finished getting his place ready for his guest of honor. Todd was a successful drug dealer and could afford a nice place on his own. His profession gave him continued access to a world of desirable men and hot barely legal teens. If his plan worked out tonight he would have both. Todd was waiting for a sweet little 18 year old that had just started buying from him. A twink named Aiden was his guest of honor tonight. Aiden was this ginger twink that had an innocence look to him that made Todd’s dick throb. He had laid the foundation after the first couple transactions, allowing the boy to linger and hang out. They would smoke bowls and talk. As with everything with men, the conversation eventually landed on sex. Todd had gotten the smoked out teen to really start opening up about him being gay and his limited experiences. Aiden smoked away his inhibitions and talked freely of his deepest sexual desires. He talked about how he was still a virgin but wanted to fucked by someone specific. The smoke had gotten Aiden to admit that he secretly was into the idea of incest and desperately jerked off each night thinking of his dad. He showed off pics of his dad from his phone. If only Aiden could see the inner workings of Todd’s mind. Aiden had also brought up the idea of being filmed made him hard. Todd being the generous man that he was, offered to set him up with his friend – another customer of his that makes amateur vids on the side. He could set the whole thing up if Aiden wasn’t shy about being in a video. The smoked out teen couldn’t believe it when Todd said he had a dead ringer for his dad that he could invite over for a smoke session. The horny boy agreed to meet up and see where it went. This was a week ago. The boy was prompt and showed up exactly on time. He was ushered into the house by his host. Aiden was visibly nervous but intrigued about the event and planned event. Todd could see that excitement in the boy and it made his mouth water. They sat in the living room. Todd: excited for tonight? Or scared? Aiden: Little of both. Cant believe I actually showed up. I’m so nervous. T: Let me get you something to help calm you down. A: Yes, please. Todd disappeared for a moment into the kitchen and came back with 2 glasses of coke. He hads one to Aiden. T: Drink up. Some G should help with those nerves. Aiden gulped down half the glass and made a face. A: oh wow, that aftertaste. T: yeah, that’s some potent stuff there. Nothing but the best for my friends. Aiden continued to make the scrunched up face as he gulped down the rest of the drink. A: ugh. That taste though. T: somethings cant be helped. Todd sat down on the couch and the boy sat beside him. In front of them was a small box on the coffee table. Todd reached into the box and pulled out a pipe and a fat sack of T. He packed the bowl and reached back into the box for a lighter. Flick. The lighter ignites and he melts the first fat bowl of the night. Todd takes a big rip and blows a cloud out. T: good stuff here. Here, take that Mr Nervous. Aiden takes the pipe and takes his hit. It’s a huge cloud. T: looks like you’re starting off big huh? Aiden offers the pipe back to Todd but Todd waves off the gesture. Aiden proceeds to take hit after hit, finishing off the bowl in a few minutes. Todd reaches for the pipe wipes the bottom of the bulb. He refills the pipe and again melts it, taking the first hit. The cloud escapes his mouth. A second hit is blown out before the pipe is offered back to the boy. They go back and forth until the second bowl is done. Todd reaches over and touches the boy on his shoulder. Okay, into the bedroom. I wanna show you something. They get up from the couch and walk down a hallway to the master bedroom. Todd leads Aiden over to his large bed and lightly pushes the twink on the bed. T: now you wait right there. I’ll be right back. I forgot the supplies. Be right back. Go ahead and get comfortable. Todd turned around and walked back to the living room. He picked up the box of supplies and pipe and turned back toward the room. When he walked back into his room he was slightly shocked at the site before him. The boy had stripped down to his white briefs and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread eagle. A: I got comfortable. Todd laughed. That was not the expression Aiden had expected. His brief moment of confidence dropped from his face. He closed his legs immediately. A: OMG. I’m sorry. I thought this is what you wanted. T: oh im sorry. I’m only laughing because of white briefs. I took you for a boxer brief kinda guy. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a sight to see. The tightening in my pants agrees with your kind gesture. A: I’m sorry. I thought… T: you thought this was all a ruse to get in your pants. That’s tempting. So very tempting. But I promised you an experience and I’m gonna pull through. A: I thought, because it was just us here – that you set this up for us T: oh I don’t mind playing with you a bit. But I promised you a daddy. He’s just running late. I probably should have mentioned that. A: Oh wow. Totally read this wrong. Aiden reaches for his pants. T: hey, stop that. There is nothing wrong with staying comfortable while we wait. In fact … Todd puts down the supplies on a side table and strips off his shirt and drops his pants. He is left in just his boxers with a visibly strained dick print in the fabric. T: See, you definitely got me all ready to go. But the plan. Believe me, you’ll love the plan. Todd reaches into his pants and pulls out his phone and places it next to the party supplies. He packs another fat bowl. He lights up and passes it back to the boy. While Aiden is flicking the lighter and working on the pipe, Todd goes over to the dresser and goes on his laptop. He selects a playlist and porn starts playing on the big screen tv. They pass the pipe back and forth a few times. More and more the boy is getting transfixed on the amateur porn playing. A few scenes have played through with the same ginger top. Not a body builder but he definitely looked like he worked out. He has muscley but not overly muscled. He had a light covering of red chest hair that funneled down to his happy trail and nicely trimmed patch of red pubes. Total ginger. Todd could see the front of Aiden’s briefs tenting. T: you like my friend there? A: OMG yes. He looks a lot like my dad. If my dad was a porn star that is. Todd refilled the pipe, took his usual rip and handed it off to the boy. He also handed him a bottle of laced lube. T: here, handle this while I go check on something. Oh and give those undies a rest already. Leave them on any longer and they’ll burst at the seams. Aiden throws off his briefs and Todd can hear him open the bottle of lube as he turns away from him. He grabs a phone and sets it to record and places it right in front of the boy. T: Video starts now boy. Make it a good show. Try and keep the lube away from the pipe haha. He looks down at the ginger boy. Totally smooth twink except for his pits and small bush above his 6 inch dick sticking straight up. He had lubed up and was jerking off his uncut dick. Pausing every other minute to hit the pipe. Lighter in his lube hand. Todd grabbed his regular phone and walked out to the living room. Chapter 2 – Paying a Debt Sid had texted Todd and was waiting at the front door. Todd answered the door in a robe. He ushered Sid into the house. Sid: okay are you gonna explain why I had to clear my night and cancel my plans. T: yes, now you know how much money you owe me because of your habit. S: ya, it’s a pretty penny. You know I’m working on that. T: oh I have a way for you to work it off. Hence why I needed you. I have a sweet young thing in the next room waiting for his daddy to come and pop his cherry. S: oh damn. I love those. T: ya, a sweet milky white boy with red hair. He asked for you specifically. S: so I just have to pop this stupid kid and we’re good? Are we filming it? T: of course. I’m the camera man tonight. I’ll try to refrain from joining. It’s a special video. Did you take the Viagra on the way? S: ya, its already starting to kick in a little. T: Good. Now I need “fucked up” you tonight. Alright. Go ahead and get into that frame of mind. Here, I made this point just for you. S: usually you only have me slam when you think I’m not into the guy? What’s the damage? T: nothing. Look. I have these pics from last week. Took them just for you. Todd pulls up some nude pics on his phone. Pics of Aiden posing in a jockstrap with his head cut out of the pics. The last one is a beautiful shot of the boy in doggy position showing off his smooth hole. S: Fuck yeah. Sid starts stripping and throwing his clothes on the couch. He’s naked now standing before his host. Todd reaches into his pocket in the robe and hands a rubber hose and premade point to Sid. Sid ties himself off and hits himself. He unties and a small cough escapes the seasoned user. Sid is filled with raw energy and on the balls of his feet, bouncing up and down. His 7 inch uncut dick standing straight up toward his belly button. S: Wow, that was a strong dose. Damn that was good. Where the fuck is this boy. I wanna pound him open already. T: just remember, we need a shot of you rimming his smooth hole. He’s hand toys up there but never a dick. You rim him, give him a huge booty bump, and then push straight in. You don’t stop until you breed him. S. Got it. Where’s he at? T: oh and there is something else you need to know. I need you to know this before you go in there. S: What is it? Just spit it out already. I need to fuck! Todd pulls up the live feed from the phone in the bedroom. It shows the boy with his legs spread and him fingering himself with lubed 2 fingers. He shows Sid. S: Damn that boy is fucking hot. Where did you find him? T:oh in your backyard. S: haha very funny. Where did you find the kid? T: I’m telling you. That’s Aiden. Sid stairs at the screen again. S: no … it cant be Aiden. Not my Aiden. WTF T: Yup and he cant wait to be fucked by his daddy. Or rather, my friend who is a dead ringer for his daddy. Make sure he calls you daddy in the video. Men are gonna fucking love that shit. S: I … I cant. I don’t think… T: oh you’ll do it alright. Not because you owe me a shit ton of money. Not because I’ll cut you off and drop you if you disobey. Because I’m fucking telling you to go in there and fuck your boy. Make him beg for your load. And then breed him like the cumwhore we’re making him into. And because every time I mention Aiden, your dick is leaking precum like crazy. Now go in there and make me my money. The two men walk down the hallway and peak in the bedroom. The boy is too high to move his attention away from the porn. Sid whispers to Todd S: How twacked is he? T: oh he’s flying. He’s green eyes are saucers right now. Go ahead. He wants it. You want it. Make it happen. Todd walks into the room and grabs a shard from the bag of tina. He walks over to the twink who slowly gives him the attention. T: before you turn around and face your fantasy boy. I’m gonna push this T inside you. Pull out those fingers. Good. Todd put the shard at the entrance to the boy’s lubed hole. He pushed it in with his index finger and left the finger inside the boy. Todd could tell the T was dissolving because Aiden was starting to ride his finger. Todd added a second finger and the boy moaned. He pulled his fingers out. He takes his phone and starts recording. T: Good boy. Now turn around and meet your daddy.

I remember the second time I had anal sex and I was at a friends house for a bbq party in cali, the dude had me in the back bedroom and we were making out on the bed, he kinda had me pinned down kissing and rubbing his body all over mine.. His swim shorts had this huge boner as did mine, I went down on him and he got real excited...said, dude I want to fuck you bro...I was like , I've only done that one time and it kinda hurt, not really sure I want to.... He said dude we got poppers and lube, promise it wont hurt, but feel great... I said what the fuck are poppers? He said make you feel horny and relaxed for a bit....I took a couple of wiffs and omg, almost busted my nut and he had his dick in me pushing that popper bottle up my nose as he fucked me and bred me....I knew then I was a bottom man for life....

Doug's fingers tapped impatiently on the steering wheel as he waited outside the arrivals terminal. The afternoon sun glinted off the windshield, casting flickering shadows across the dashboard. He had been looking forward to this moment all week, the anticipation building with each passing day. When Jay finally emerged from the sliding doors, rolling his suitcase behind him, Doug felt a surge of relief and desire course through his body. Jay slid into the passenger seat with a grin, leaning over to plant a firm kiss on Doug's lips. "Miss me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Doug swallowed hard, his cock already stirring in his jeans. "You have no idea," he admitted, pulling away from the curb and merging into traffic. The drive to Jay's home was a blur of stolen touches and heated glances, the sexual tension between them palpable. As soon as they stepped through the front door, Doug was on Jay, pushing him against the wall and crashing their lips together. His hands fumbled with the buttons of Jay's shirt, desperate to feel skin against skin. Jay chuckled against his mouth, pulling back slightly. "Eager, aren't you?" he murmured, his eyes dark with lust. Doug's breath hitched as he managed to get Jay's shirt open, revealing his muscular chest. "God, I've missed you," he groaned, leaning in to nip at Jay's collarbone. Jay's hands tangled in Doug's hair, pulling him closer. "I've missed you too, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. But then he hesitated, his hands stilling Doug's frantic movements. "First, you should know I forgot to bring my meds on my trip," he said, his voice serious. "There's a small chance I may be infectious. Do you want to wait?" Doug's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anxiety and arousal coursing through him. He looked up at Jay, his eyes wide and pleading. "I can't wait," his voice barely above a whisper. "No possible way. I need you, Jay. Now." Jay searched Doug's face for a moment before nodding, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Alright, baby," he said, his voice softening. "Let's go to the bedroom." They stumbled down the hall, shedding clothes as they went. By the time they reached the bed, they were both naked, their cocks hard and leaking. Jay pushed Doug onto the mattress, climbing on top of him and capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Doug moaned into his mouth, his hands roaming over Jay's muscular back, pulling him closer. Jay's cock pressed against Doug's, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through his body. "Fuck, I've dreamed about this," Doug gasped, his hips bucking up to meet Jay's. Jay chuckled, his breath hot against Doug's ear. "Me too, baby," he murmured, his hand sliding down to grip Doug's cock. "Me too." They kissed again, their tongues tangling as their bodies pressed together. Doug could feel Jay's heart pounding against his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of his own. Jay's hand stroked him slowly, his thumb swiping over the leaking tip, spreading the precum down his shaft. Jay then started eating Doug's ass with evident hunger. His tounge pushing in, then taking nibbles around his hole. "Jay," Doug gasped, his hips jerking up into Jay's touch. "Please, I need you inside me." Jay groaned, his cock twitching against Doug's thigh. "You're so needy, baby," he teased, his voice rough with desire. "I love it." He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube and slicking up his fingers while tossing Doug poppers. Doug spread his legs, his breath hitching as Jay's fingers circled his entrance. "Please," he begged, his voice trembling. Jay's fingers pressed inside, stretching him slowly. Doug moaned, his back arching off the bed as Jay's fingers crooked, hitting that spot inside him that made his toes curl as he huffed. "Fuck, Jay," he gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets. "More, please." Jay added another finger, scissoring them to stretch Doug wider. "You're tight, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to be inside you." Doug whimpered, his cock leaking onto his stomach. "Please, Jay," he begged. "I need you. Now." Jay withdrew his fingers, slicking up his cock before pressing the tip against Doug's entrance. Doug's breath hitched as Jay pushed slowly inside, the stretch burning deliciously. "Fuck," he gasped, his nails digging into Jay's back. "Yes, just like that." Jay groaned, his hips snapping forward as he bottomed out. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "So tight and hot." Jay fucked Doug slowly but firmly, pushing his cockhead repeatedly through Doug's second hole, and moving him through position after position. While Jay was spooning him from behind, Doug thought to himself in his poppered up haze: this raw cock fucking me has probably been in half the gays in town; this raw cock fucking me belongs to a guy who might love me; this raw cock fucking me might convert me. This was a level of sexual extacy far above whatever he had experienced before. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their pleasure, now with Doug on his back, feet over Jay's shoulders. "Should I pull out before I cum?" Jay asked. Doug stared at the biohazzard tat above the cock that was fucking him. "No," he said, "dont pull out. Breed me Jay. Fucking breed me." Doug's cock leaked onto his stomach, his balls drawing up tight as his orgasm approached. "Jay," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I'm close." Jay's hips snapped faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Doug's now less tight hole. "Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around my cock." Doug's back arched off the bed as his orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting cum onto his stomach. Jay groaned, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside Doug, filling him with his hot load. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they caught their breath. Doug's heart pounded in his chest, his body humming with satisfaction. Jay's cock was still inside him, softening slowly as their breathing evened out. Jay pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and pulling Doug against him. Doug snuggled into his chest, his body still humming with pleasure. "That was something else," he murmured, his voice soft and content. Jay chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Doug's head. "It was," he agreed, his voice warm. "But we should get cleaned up and have some dinner. I'm starving." Doug nodded, reluctantly pulling away from Jay's warmth. They showered together, their bodies pressing close as they washed each other with tender touches. After drying off, they dressed and headed to the local restaurant where they'd had their first date. As ate, Doug couldn't help but steal glances at Jay, his heart still pounding with the memory of their earlier encounter, feeling his rectum full of Jay' cum. Jay caught his gaze, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "What's on your mind, baby?" he asked, his voice soft. Doug hesitated, his fingers tracing patterns on the tablecloth. "I was just thinking about earlier," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "About how turned on I was by the thought you might be converting me." Jay's eyes darkened with desire, his fork pausing halfway to his mouth. "I was turned on too, baby," he admitted, his voice rough. "The thought of filling you with my POZ cum, of possibly converting you... it's intoxicating." Doug's cock twitched in his jeans, his breath hitching at Jay's words. "I still have a voice inside my head saying I should be more careful," he admitted, his voice trembling. "But I can't help how I feel." Jay reached across the table, his hand covering Doug's. "There's nothing wrong with how you feel," he murmured, his voice soft. "You're allowed to want it. You're allowed to get it too, if it's what you want. Fucking hot for me, if you do. I'll have to go back on my meds. My health is important to me. But I could wait a little while longer, if you wanted." Doug nodded, his heart swelling with affection for this man who could be so tender and caring, even as he indulged in his darkest desires. "Yes please," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Jay squeezed his hand, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "After dinner," he said, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I think I should have another load for you, baby. What do you think?" Doug's breath hitched, his cock hardening at Jay's words. "Yes," he gasped, his voice trembling with desire. "Please, Jay. I need you." Jay's eyes darkened with lust, his hand tightening around Doug's. "Good," he murmured, his voice rough. "Because I need you too, baby. More than you know." They finished their meal in a haze of desire. As they walked back to Jay's their bodies pressed close as they stole kisses and touches. As soon as they were in the apartment, Jay pulled Doug into the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Their kisses were frantic, their hands roaming over each other's bodies as they stripped off their clothes. Jay's cock was hard and leaking, pressing against Doug's thigh as they kissed. "I need you inside me," Doug gasped, his voice trembling with desire. Jay groaned, his hips snapping forward as he lined up his cock with Doug's entrance. "You're so needy, baby," he teased, his voice rough with lust. "I love it." He pushed inside, the stretch burning deliciously as Doug's body opened for him. "Fuck," Doug gasped, his nails digging into Jay's back. "Yes, just like that." Jay's hips snapped faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Doug's wet hole. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're in heat for this, I can smell it on you," Jay went on. Doug's cock leaked onto his stomach, his balls drawing up tight as his orgasm approached. "Jay," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I'm close." Jay's hips snapped faster, his cock penetrating Doug as deep as it could. "You want this ass I'm fucking to be a POZ ass," he asserted, his voice rough with desire. "Yes," Doug muttered, staring into his lover's eyes. Jay stroked Doug's cock with one hand. "You want this to be a POZ cock," again a declaration. "Yes," said Doug, his volume rising slightly. Jay shifted his caress to Doug's scrotum. "You want these to be POZ balls that make POZ cum," he said. Again, Doug stared in Jay's eyes and said, "yes." Glistening with sweat Jay growled, "yeah, you want to be a POZ pig like me." "Fuck yeah," Doug almost yelled. Jay groaned, his hips stuttering as he came deep inside Doug, filling him with his hot load. Doug could feel the heat and the throbbing deep in him, his second ring fully open. Jay collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they caught their breath. Doug's heart pounded in his chest, his body humming with satisfaction. Jay's cock was still inside him, softening slowly as their breathing evened out. Jay pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and pulling Doug against him. Doug snuggled into his chest, his body still humming with pleasure. "That was amazing," he murmured, his voice soft and content. Jay chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Doug's head. "It was," he agreed, his voice warm. "But we should get some sleep. We'll make another deposit in the morning." Doug nodded, his eyes already drifting closed as he cuddled into Jay's warmth. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and excitement for what the future held.

Doug sat on the couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room. Jay was on a work trip and had been since their revealing last encounter. Jay's absence made his confused feelings even harder to manage than they already would have been. His fingers traced the edge of his phone, hesitating for a moment before he finally tapped Jay's contact. The call connected, and Jay's face appeared on the screen, his silver hair slightly tousled, cheeks a bit red and a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, handsome," Jay greeted, his voice smooth and warm. "What're you up to?" Doug felt a flutter in his chest, the familiar mix of excitement and nervousness that Jay always seemed to evoke. "Not much," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just missing you. What about you?" Jay's smirk widened, and he turned the phone slightly, revealing the room behind him. Doug's breath hitched as he saw Jay lying on a bed, a young twunk with long blond hair straddling him, riding his raw cock with eager abandon. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to Doug's groin, his cock twitching in his pants. "Having a bit of fun," Jay said, his voice low and husky. "But I'll call you back later, yeah?" Doug's mind raced, a whirlwind of arousal and something darker, something that felt suspiciously like jealousy. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Later." The call ended, and Doug was left staring at the blank screen, his heart pounding. He shifted on the couch, his cock now fully hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. He unzipped himself, freeing his thick length, and began to stroke, his mind filled with the image of Jay and the blond twunk. He was jealous, but it also somehow turned him on to think of his man's raw cock in some other slut's hole. The raw cock that had fucked him and filled his own ass with cum. Later that night, his phone rang again. Jay's face appeared on the screen, and Doug answered, trying to keep his voice steady. "Hey," he said, his voice husky. Jay's eyes were dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "You liked what you saw earlier, didn't you?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for denial. Doug swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the memory. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was surprised. I haven't really thought about fucking with other guys since we started dating. I guess I assumed it was the same for you." Jay's expression softened slightly, his voice taking on a more gentle tone. "Males are hardwired to want multiple partners," he explained. "It's only some other stronger desire that ever suppresses that urge. And I might really like you, Doug. But I know I really like fucking you. I don't want to mess up my chance to find out if I like you by confusing lust with love." Jay's smirk widened, and he leaned closer to the screen, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Besides, like told you, I want you to be my slut for POZ cum," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Find someone tonight. Someone POZ. I want you to ride his raw cock and tell me all about it. And I'll tell you about my trick too." Doug's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He still felt a pang of jealousy, but beneath that, there was a thrill, a dark excitement at Jay's words. "Okay," he said finally, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. After the call ended, Doug logged online, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Gord's profile, a POZ undetectable guy he'd hooked up with before. He'd felt a pang of guilt after their encounters and so had avoided Gord's further invitations, but tonight, Jay's words echoed in his mind, pushing him forward. He sent Gord a message, inviting him over. Gord arrived quickly, his tall frame filling the doorway. He had an ugly face but a killer body, his dark hair slightly tousled, his eyes filled with desire. They didn't waste time with pleasantries, their bodies crashing together in a hungry kiss, hands roaming, exploring, claiming. Gord pushed Doug onto the bed, his body covering Doug's, his cock hard and ready. Doug spread his legs, inviting Gord in, and with a low groan, Gord entered him, his raw cock filling Doug completely. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Doug rode Gord's cock, his own thick length bouncing with each movement, his body alive with pleasure. He could feel Gord's cock throbbing inside him, the raw, unprotected sex sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He came with a cry, his cum spilling onto Gord's chest, and Gord followed soon after, his release filling Doug completely. The next night, Doug did tell Jay all about it, his voice low and as he described every detail. Jay listened, his eyes dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "Good boy," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Very hot."

Jay stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the morning light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting a soft glow on his bare chest. He had spent the night at Doug's place, and the intimacy they had shared still lingered in his mind. He needed to freshen up, but first, he wanted to brush his teeth. He opened the medicine cabinet, the small mirror on the inside reflecting his face back at him. As he rummaged through the shelves, he noticed the usual array of toiletries: toothpaste, mouthwash, painkillers. But something was missing. There was no PrEP. Jay frowned slightly, his mind racing. Seeing its absence here, in Doug's bathroom, sent a ripple of curiosity through him. He closed the cabinet and brushed his teeth, the minty foam filling his mouth as he tried to push the thought aside. But it nagged at him, a small seed of intrigue that he couldn't ignore. He found Doug in the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Doug was leaning against the counter, a mug in his hand, his hair still tousled from sleep. They were both still naked. He looked up as Jay entered, a small smile playing on his lips. "Morning," Doug said, his voice rough with sleep. "Morning," Jay replied, leaning against the doorway. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to ask. "Hey, can I ask you something?" "Sure ..." Doug said. After a short pause, Jay went on, "I was looking for a toothbrush and noticed you don't have any PrEP in your medicine cabinet. Are you not on it?" Doug took a sip of his coffee, adrenaline surging through his body. "No, I'm not." Jay raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Are you chasing?" He asked, his tone casual, non-judgmental. "I mean, no judgment. That's how I converted." Doug shook his head, setting his mug down on the counter. "No, it's not that. I just... I don't know. Rationally I know I should. But it's never felt right. I think because it's not 100% effective. I'm going to get fucked bare, I'm driven to that. And so there would still be the anxiety. If I did convert, I'd be taking pills anyway. It doesn't feel worth it to me for the lower risk, I guess." Jay studied Doug for a moment, his eyes tracing the lines of Doug's body. He stared visibly at Doug's full erection, the way his breath hitched just a little. "But you're turned on by the chance of converting...." Jay said, his voice low, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. Doug saw that Jay was judging him by his boner. His gaze dropped to Jay's crotch, his own breath hitching as he noticed Jay was hard too. "By that standard, it would seem to turn you on too," Doug countered, his voice barely above a whisper. Jay chuckled, stepping closer to Doug. "Erections are a great lie detector for certain things. Okay, I'll go first. Yeah, I have a POZ fetish," he admitted, his voice a low growl. "It's why I chased. It still turns me on. I love fucking POZ sluts. I love getting POZ cum fucked into my hole from time to time. And especially I'm turned on by the thought of shooting my virus into a willing unprotected hole. Now that I know I've been shooting my cum in your unprotected ass, it's driving me wild." He reached out, his hand brushing against Doug's, the touch sending a spark between them. "But you're undetectable," Doug said. "How would you know?" Jay cocked an eybrow. "We've never discussed it." Doug paused and said, "from looking at your BBRTS profile". Jay smirked, feeling he was getting to know a lot more about what made Doug tick. "Not everything guys put on there is accurate you know. But yeah, I am. Still, it doesn't mean there's no virus in my cum. Just less than an infectious dose. And so it still turns me on knowing I've shot some of my HIV in your unprotected hole. So now you know why I'm hard. Your turn." Doug hesitated, his fingers curling around his mug. "I... I fantasize about it," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "About converting, about being a POZ pig. I fantasize about those things a lot. But I feel ashamed of these fantasies. I fear I could regret acting on them." Jay's hand cupped Doug's cheek, his thumb brushing against Doug's skin. "You have to do what feels right to you," he said softly. "But for what it's worth I don't think you would regret it. I think you'd love it. For sure there are downsides of being POZ. And for sure there are guys who regret converting, but in my experience those guys either never wanted it and just got carried away or wanted it but had some unrealistic fantasy about what it would be like. But I've never come across anyone who regretted converting who had a fetish for the real thing. Like me. And I think like you." He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "Anyway we have these erections. It seems a waste not to do something about them." Doug shivered, his body responding to Jay's touch, his words. He set his mug down on the counter, his hands gripping the edge as Jay's lips found his neck, kissing, nibbling, sending shivers down his spine. "Fuck," he breathed, his cock hardening even more than he thought possible. Jay's hands slid down Doug's chest, his fingers tracing the lines of Doug's muscles. He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping Doug's hips, pulling him closer. He could see Doug's cock, hard and ready, and he licked his lips, his own cock throbbing in anticipation. He took Doug's cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, his thumb brushing against the tip. He looked up at Doug, his eyes dark with desire. "You want this," he said, his voice a low growl. "You want me to fuck you raw, to fill you with my POZ cum." Doug moaned, his head falling back, his hips bucking into Jay's hand. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes." Jay stood up, his lips crashing against Doug's, his tongue pushing into Doug's mouth, claiming him, possessing him. He spun Doug around, pushing him against the counter, his hands gripping Doug's hips, pulling him back against him. He could feel Doug's ass against his cock, the heat, the need, the desire. He reached around, his hand gripping Doug's cock, stroking it in time with his own thrusts. "I'm going to fill you with my cum, going to make you mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pushed back against Jay, his ass grinding against Jay's cock. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Please, Jay. Please." Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding between Doug's cheeks. He spat on his fingers and on Doug's ass, knowing it was still full of his cum from last night. He reached around, his fingers finding Doug's hole, pushing in, stretching him, preparing him. Doug moaned, his body responding, his hole clenching around Jay's fingers. Jay's fingers slid out, and he positioned his cock at Doug's entrance, pushing in, the heat, the tightness, the sensation sending sparks through him. He gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding in, filling him. Doug moaned, his body responding, his hole clenching around Jay's cock. Jay's thrusts were slow at first, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's hole. He leaned down, his lips finding Doug's neck, kissing, nibbling, sending shivers down his spine. "You're mine," he growled in Doug's ear, his voice low, possessive. "My slut for POZ cum. Mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pushed back against Jay, his ass grinding against Jay's cock. "Yes," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "Fuck, yes. Yours, Jay. Yours." Jay's thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's hole. He gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back against him, his cock sliding in, filling him, claiming him, possessing him. Jay's hand slid around, gripping Doug's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me," he growled in Doug's ear, his voice low, possessive. "Cum for me, My slut for POZ cum. Mine." Doug moaned, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He came with a cry, his cum spilling over Jay's hand, his body shuddering, his hole clenching around Jay's cock. Jay groaned, his own release crashing over him, his cum filling Doug's hole. They stood there for a moment, their breaths ragged, their bodies trembling. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. He spun Doug around, his lips crashing against Doug's, his tongue pushing into Doug's mouth. When they finally pulled apart, Doug's eyes were dark with desire, his body trembling, his hole still clenching. Jay's eyes were dark with satisfaction, his body trembling, his cock still hard, still ready. Doug looked at the clock on the wall, his eyes widening. "Fuck, I have to go to work," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Jay chuckled, his lips brushing against Doug's. "Go," he said, his voice low, possessive. "But remember, you're mine. I've marked you." Doug shivered, his body responding to Jay's words, his touch, his cock. He pulled away, his body trembling. He grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly, his mind racing, his body still trembling, still feeling Jay's touch, his words, his cum. As he left the apartment, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, of desires, of fears. He could still hear Jay's words in his ear, his voice low, possessive. "You're mine. I've marked you." He walked to work, his body trembling, his mind racing, his heart pounding. He didn't know what the future held, what this meant for him, for Jay, for them. But he knew one thing. He wanted more. He wanted Jay. He wanted to be Jay's POZ pig, his slut, his. What he still didn't know was whether he had the guts.

“That was some party last night, huh?” my wife Beth said. “I saw you leave with Eric. Tell me what happened.” She looked at me intently. I knew I would tell her everything. * * * It had been her idea to dress me as a woman for the Halloween party the night before. She had suggested it a couple of weeks earlier. She had often said I was kind of pretty rather than handsome. I agreed to her idea, but I certainly didn’t appreciate just how far she would go. We had spent hours preparing for the party. She had made me shave my body hair, plucked my eyebrows, used bright red polish on my finger nails, and then spent a long time doing my makeup. She even told me use an enema, “just in case you meet some guy you really like,” as she put it. She dressed me in a garter belt and black stockings, high heels she bought in my size, and a bra which she filled with silicon falsies. When she saw that I had an erection in her black lace panties, she simply said she would take care of the bulge, and she taped my cock back against my abdomen. Then I slipped on a short, tight black dress. She gave me some of her jewelry to wear, including her fake diamond rings, and dabbed some of her perfume on my wrists and behind my ears. Last came a shoulder-length, dark brunette wig. When we were done, I stood in front of a mirror. I was amazed at the transformation: I really looked like an attractive woman. My whole body tingled with excitement. “Wow!” Beth exclaimed. “Andy, you are one hot-looking babe. You could easily pass as a woman. You need a cute woman’s name. We’ll call you Robin tonight at the party.” I thought it odd that she chose the name of my former girlfriend but I didn’t say anything. I felt my face get warm and saw myself blush in the mirror. I began to have second thoughts and told her I didn’t think I could go through with it, but she dismissed my doubts. “We’re just going to a Halloween party, Robin. People always cross boundaries at these things. Just go with it.” And I did. I was very nervous at first. About half the people were in costume, and I wasn’t the only one cross-dressing. That helped me relax. A couple of guys gave me drinks and I started to loosen up and flirt with them, using gestures I had often seen my wife use when she was teasing men. It all seemed like harmless fun. I had no intention of letting it go beyond that until I met Eric, a friend of Beth’s from work. She had mentioned him as a very handsome gay man. I saw them talking and looking at me, and then she signaled me to come over. He was absolutely gorgeous! He had an amazing physique, which he showed off in a tight tank top and short-shorts. I noticed a cute rope tattoo on his right bicep. My mouth was strangely dry. My cock strained against the tape. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me. “Eric, meet my friend Robin,” Beth said. “I’ve been telling you about her. She’s on the shy side but really sweet once you get to know her.” She winked at him and then went across the room to speak with her friend Mark, an ex-boyfriend that she still slept with on the side. Eric took me by the hand and led me to a quiet corner. He told me how pretty I was and how much he liked my perfume. I couldn’t understand why I found his words so exciting, but I was secretly thrilled that he found me attractive. Then he leaned close, put his arm around my waist, and kissed and licked my neck. Then he breathed on the wet spot. My whole body trembled. I looked for Beth, but she was on the far side of the room, slow-dancing with Mark. “Why don’t we split and go back to my place?” Eric whispered in my ear. “I’d love that,” I replied, still stimulated by the thought that he found me desirable and dizzy with a sexual desire I couldn’t really understand. He called a car and we got into the back seat. On the ride to his place, he stroked the inside of my thigh. I turned toward him and his lips found mine. It was the first time I had kissed a man. I was surprised by how natural it felt and how much I liked it. What was happening to me? When we reached his building, Eric led me inside by the hand. We rode the elevator to his floor, his hand stroking my butt. I enjoyed the sensation. Once inside his apartment, he embraced me and we started to kiss, much more passionately. I was aware of the physical difference between us and how I really felt like the female half of a couple. Even in my heels, he was at least three inches taller than me. I am slender and his body seemed much more masculine than mine. After a few minutes, Eric guided me into his living room, where he sat on a chair and spread his legs. I kneeled in front of him, and unfastened his shorts. He lifted his hips and I slid his shorts and briefs down and off. I looked up and saw his cock, long and veiny, inches from my face. It seemed natural to grasp it in my hands, which looked so feminine with my wife’s sparkling rings and my red nails. I stroked his cock gently for a couple of minutes, then looked into Eric’s blue eyes. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too. I leaned forward and licked the silky-smooth head of his dick, glistening with his precum. It was delicious! Now I understood why Beth loved sucking cock, mine and other guys’. I ran my tongue along the shaft and then around his balls. Finally, I began to take Eric’s dick into my mouth, gently and slowly, and was rewarded with a loud moan. His hands found my head, his grip gentle. “First time you sucked a man’s cock?” he asked. “Mm-hmm,” I murmured, not stopping. “I think you’re a natural,” he said. My heart skipped a beat. I continued to suck him, pumping him firmly but gently, the way I liked Beth to do it. I had to pause when he hit the back of my throat and I gagged, but he understood. I resumed and started to go faster, pausing at times to take his balls in my mouth. Eric couldn’t restrain himself as he thrust into my mouth. Eager to swallow his load, I thought he was about to cum. But he stopped me and pulled my mouth off him. I looked up at him, puzzled. “I have something else in mind, Robin. Let’s go into my bedroom.” Once there, Eric, unzipped my dress in back and I let it slip off my shoulders to the floor. He slid his fingers into the waist of my panties and pulled them down, too. Then he carefully removed the tape from my cock, which sprung forward. He didn’t remove my bra or my garter belt, stockings, and heels. In my head space, I was still pretending to be a woman. Eric kicked off his shoes and then pulled his tank top over his head. That’s when I saw it: the poison symbol tattoo on his lower abdomen. He saw me staring at it. “You know what this means?” I nodded. “I can use a rubber, if you prefer. But we’ll both enjoy this more if I’m uncovered.” I knew I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was too caught up in the moment. “Will you stop if I ask you to?” “Of course,” he answered. “Let’s start without a condom.” He smiled broadly. I lay down on my back with my head on the pillow, the hair on my wig brushing against my cheeks. It was a very demine sensation. Eric lay on top of me. I loved feeling his masculine bulk pressing me into the mattress. As we resumed kissing, I ran my hands over his muscular arms, back and shoulders, incredibly turned on by his strength. Our cocks rubbed together, his longer and thicker than mine. Then he slid down the bed and pushed my legs up and apart. I felt his tongue on my butt hole, then it wormed its way inside me. I felt my entire body quiver with wonderful, new sensations. Suddenly I was very glad Beth had made me clean myself out. How could she have known? Eric paused to reach for some lube, which he spread on his fingers and then applied to my ass. I felt him penetrate me, first with one finger, next a second, then a third. His touch was gentle, warm and pleasurable. After stretching me for a couple of minutes, he moved his body up and pointed his cock at my hole. I reached down and guided the tip until it met my flesh and then slid into me, slowly. It seemed strange to be doing to another man what my wife had done so often to me. But it also felt very natural, like this was what I should always have been doing. At first my ass resisted and I felt a burning sensation. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to take such a thick cock. Eric saw me wince. “Just relax and push back, Robin,” he said softly. All of a sudden, my ass opened to welcome the intruder, and I felt a kind of rippling sensation as my sphincter accepted penetration. I gasped at the intense pleasure, which only grew stronger as Eric went deeper. He must’ve hit my prostate because it felt amazing, incredible. I never wanted the feeling to end. Soon Eric was buried deep, so deep, inside me, his balls resting against my butt cheeks. He kissed me, our tongues dancing together. “Oh, god, Robin,” he said. “You are so tight and warm. Do you like it?” “I love it!” I replied. “I love being fucked. I can’t believe what I’ve been missing.” Eric smiled. “Well, honey, you don’t have to miss it anymore.” He started to move in and out, propping himself on his arms. I rested my legs on his shoulders. I thought my tights and heels looked cute. When I gripped his powerful forearms with my dainty hands, I felt very, well, female, but also something else – I knew the female part was pretend, a fantasy, but the pleasure came from being a man being fucked in the ass by a stronger, more masculine man. I knew in that instant that I was meant to be a bottom. Eric picked up the pace, with long, deep thrusts. I looked at his face, lost in his own pleasure. I could sense his building orgasm. He paused. “I’m gonna cum soon. Should I pull out? Tell me now, baby, before it’s too late.” The moment of decision. I knew what he wanted. I also wanted it. No, I needed it. Besides, weird as it seemed, somewhere inside me, I knew I would have to tell Beth that I had made him pull out, and she would be pissed and disappointed. I couldn’t face her disapproval. “Cum inside me, Eric. I don’t care if you’re positive. I want you to cum inside me.” He smiled and kissed me deeply. Then he resumed pounding my ass, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. Deep grunts escaped his throat. Such a sexy sound, a man rutting in heat, about to deposit his seed in his bitch. Me. One final grunt, a pause, and then rapid deep thrusts. I could feel the ribbons of his toxic cum with each pulse. So much wetness inside me! Eric collapsed on top of me, breathing very hard. I turned my head, our lips met again, and his tongue invaded my mouth. In a few minutes, he drifted off to sleep, still inside me. My fingers stroked his hair and back. Then I was overcome with a wave of doubt and fear. I had been reckless, caught up in our passion. Would I be infected? I could even die. But then I realized that I wanted to share the risks with other gay men, and I accepted what I had chosen to do. The rest of the night we spent fucking and sleeping. In the morning I slipped on my dress, with Eric pulling up the zipper. He held me close, then looked me in the eyes. “I enjoyed my night with Robin. I would love to see you again. But next time it has to be with Andy. You have to accept who you are.” “I’ll think about it,” I said. I felt a tear in my eye as I turned away from him and left. * * * I related all of this to Beth when she asked me about the night. She seemed delighted that I had let Eric fuck me bareback. “I mean, when you left with him, I assumed you would suck his cock. But I didn’t think you’d let him fuck you like a little bimbo. And bareback! What got into you, Andy?” “I don’t know. I got caught up in the moment.” She said nothing for a few minutes. “Does he want to see you again?” she asked, “Yes, but only if I come as a man. No more Robin stuff.” “So, he wants you to accept that you’re gay, right?” There was a pause as I thought about where this had taken me. “Yes. I think I’m ready for that.” “Andy, I’ve always suspected that you were gay. I’m really glad you’ve reached this point. I was planning to tell you today that I’ve decided Mark and I should be together. It’s much easier this way, knowing you’ve found out who you really are.” I sat in silence, trying to sort out my emotions. As usual, Beth was right. I had enjoyed man sex much more than straight sex. She couldn’t stay married to a gay man. She broke the silence. “And the best part, honey, is that I think you may have a boyfriend. Eric wants to see you again. Don’t wait – text him you want to go on a date with him next weekend.” I didn’t hesitate. Then she gave me a big hug. We held each other for a long time. * * * Eric invited me to dinner the following Saturday. I found it impossible to concentrate on anything else. Beth wasn’t around much – she moved in with Mark the day after the party. But she was still involved with what she called my “lifestyle evolution.” She had very definite ideas about how gay men dressed and decided I needed new clothes, much tighter than what I had been wearing. “You have such a cute body, Andy,” she said. “You should flaunt it so Eric and other gay men can admire it.” I had to admit I really liked the way I looked in what she had picked out. The clothes accentuated my slim build and tight bubble butt. Then she went online to a place that sells underwear for gay men and found me several thongs and one pair of briefs with no back. It left my butt exposed and available. She insisted I model it for her. “Oh, honey, that’ll be perfect for date night with your boyfriend. It’ll make it so easy for him to fuck you.” I blushed but agreed I would wear it. On our date, Eric took me to dinner. We weren’t the only gay couple in the restaurant, which made me more comfortable. He held my hand and occasionally reached beneath the table to stroke my exposed thigh – this time we were both wearing short-shorts. I noticed he was wearing a rainbow pride ring. “I want one of those,” I said, and he promised to buy me one. After dinner we strolled hand-in-hand through a neighborhood park. Once we stopped to kiss; I found the idea of making out in public with another man to be a real turn-on. We ended up back at my house, where we were soon down to our underwear. He loved how my backless briefs made my ass so available and told me to thank Beth. We positioned ourselves on the bed so we could pleasure each other at the same time. I built up to an orgasm more quickly and erupted in his mouth. He held my cum within his lips until he could maneuver to kiss me so we could share the taste of my jism. I loved it! Eric next directed me to stand facing the dresser, legs apart, with my ass exposed. I stared into the mirror behind the dresser as he approached me from behind. Then our eyes met in our reflections. “I’ll ask you again, Andy: do you want me to use a rubber? I’m not on meds. If I keep fucking you bareback, I will impregnate you with my toxic seed. That would be very special for me. But you have to be willing.” “It would be special for me, too, sweetie,” I replied immediately. “When you asked me out again, I knew that I wanted to share my body with you and please you without any limits.” With that, Eric began to lube my hole. This time he wasn’t gentle and I felt him scratch me inside. He was going to poz me intentionally. That thought made me hot with desire. I pushed my ass back toward my top and told him, no, ordered him to fuck me. He gripped my waist with his strong hands. Then I felt the head of his dick press against my butt hole, slick with lube. The burning sensation followed as my sphincter resisted. For a moment I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to take Eric’s cock, but I told myself Robin had done it and so could I. As if it had a will of its own (and maybe it does?), my ass opened and welcomed his penetration. I grabbed the dresser and moaned. My body was wracked with wonderful sensations of warmth and fullness. Eric pushed into me, steadily and relentlessly, leaning forward to plant wet kisses in my ear. He told me how much he loved being inside me and how my cunt was made for his cock. I loved the way he talked dirty to me, making me feel like a slut even though he was the only man I had had sex with. I looked down at the dresser and saw a picture of Beth in a black negligee staring back at me, her chin resting on her hand with her wedding and engagement ring clearly visible. Eric saw the photo, too. “She’s a very sexy woman, Andy. You two will have more in common now – you can both get fucked by men who like to be on top.” I smiled at him in the mirror and told him he had that right. Eric picked up the pace. I caught his rhythm and started to push my butt back to meet his thrusts, which seemed to energize him even more. In the mirror I looked at his face, taut with pleasure and mounting sexual tension. I could sense his approaching orgasm as I kept pushing back on him. “Cum inside me, Eric!” I pleaded loudly. “Give me your toxic seed. Breed me. I need it. I need to go all the way with you.” “Here it comes, baby,” Eric cried out. “Take my fucking toxic load. Take it all.” I felt his body tense one final time, then he slammed into me repeatedly and I again felt his warm cum spurting inside me. I could picture the poison jism shooting deep into my ass, seeking the raw tissue and the path to my bloodstream. There would be no turning back now. I had chosen my fate. I felt a strange sense of calm and completeness. I turned my face to Eric’s, pulled his mouth to mine, and we shared a deep kiss that seemed to go on forever.

About 9" I think. Was only a couple of weeks ago. He wanted to lie down with a blindfold on and I come visit, door open, I ride him. I said he looked big in the pic he sent, but he was saying no it's just the photo. Well I was there in person and he's big, hard and ready to go, so I figured I'd give it a try. I'm tight and more used to 5-7" guys, so this was going to be intense. Lucky for me he has a big bottle of decent lube ready, so I lube him and get on to ride. Hurt a bit going in, but I relaxed and slowly slide down him. When I was at 7" I stopped and told him this was the deepest I've ever had a guy and everything next is virgin hole before taking him all in me. He had a massive smile then and kept it for the rest of the fuck. Mostly he wanted to grind in me nuts deep, holding my legs with his hands and pulling his hips up to me as I squeezed and worked him with my hole. Wasn't my most orgasmic fuck, I think shorter guys often bump my prostate better when they're nuts deep, and that there's better positions for long guys. Still had a lot of fun with him and would do it again. It's just long dick easily goes past the prostate, so it's better for positions where you can use the length, not just deep grinding. I'm fairly long and I think it's better used for spooning or missionary and finding the most intense angle and depth to hit your guy's prostate. Can really get a guy moaning when you find it.

After a day at the beach, Trey walked home. Because it was still extremely hot, he was only wearing basketball shorts. You could see the sweat from his neck slowly dripping down his hot body. The almost 19-year-old boy was blessed with good genes, which gave him a very athletic body that he didn't have to work hard for. Because of the defined v-shape, his basketball shorts hung low, which showed that he didn't have a six-pack but an eight-pack, and because of his tanned skin, his long blond hair looked even blonder. Suddenly, a car pulled up next to him and he heard the driver say "Do you need a ride?" Trey looked through the open window and saw that it was David — the former captain of the local football team that his brother also played for. This was the first time he had seen David since he was kicked off the team for unknown reasons when he was 21. Because he is also not wearing a t-shirt, Trey can clearly see that he had changed in the last 3 years. His muscular torso was covered in tattoos. "I have Gatorade from the cooler... if you like" says David. Trey thinks OKAY and hops in the car. David takes two bottles of Gatorade from the cooler on the back seat and gives one to Trey. David takes a sip and sees how Trey drinks three quarters of the bottle in one go. They drive away and while they are talking, David sees out of the corner of his eye that Trey is looking at his body. "Do you also want a tattoo?" David asks, to which Trey answers with "Yes, but I don't think my mother would approve". "Just wait a few years. When you live on your own, you can do what you want" David says laughing as he puts his hand on Trey's upper leg. Trey feels a shock go through his body because David's fingers touched his balls. Trey quickly looks away and sees that they are no longer driving towards his house. “You are driving the wrong way,” Trey says, to which David replies that he has to drop off the cooler with Gatorade first and that he would bring him home when it's done. “Is that okay?” he asks. To which Trey nods. After 5 minutes they arrive at a house with the windows taped shut. After David gets out and opens the cardoor to get the cooler, he asks if Trey wants to help him carry a gym bag. “Be careful, because there is expensive equipment in there,” David says. When they enter the house they are greeted by a dark guy in his late 20s with a muscular body who leads them to the kitchen. While David talks to the guy, Trey gets dizzy. David sees this and grabs him and brings him to the living room. “Sit down before you fall” David says. Trey plops down on the couch. What Trey doesn't know is that the Gatorade he drank earlier also contained G and liquid Viagra, which is now affecting his mind and body. When he looks around, he sees about 10 guys sitting on the couches and on the floor. Most of them are no longer wearing t-shirts and none of them are older than 25. Trey can't take his eyes off the athletic and muscular bodies in the room and sits there mesmerized as they work with bongs and blow out big white clouds. Trey had sex with lots of girls over the last 2 years and considers himself straight, although muscular male bodies have always intrigued him. But now he's feeling different, looking at them makes him fucking horny. Then suddenly someone plops down next to him on the couch. Trey turns his head and looks straight into the blue eyes of Kaden, who until last year worked as a lifeguard at the beach where he always goes. Every time he saw him on the beach, Trey was impressed by his body and could watch him from a distance for hours. Kaden blows out a cloud of smoke and asks “Do you want a hit?” Without knowing what he’s agreeing to, Trey nods and listens in a trance-like state to the explanation. When the stem is pressed between his lips and he hears “NOW” he begins to suck in steadily. When his lungs are full he blows it all out to quickly. “No, you have to hold it in your lungs longer before you blow it out… one more time!” says Kaden. After two more tries he gets the hang of it and blows thick clouds. After 7 hits Trey is so horny that he doesn't even realize that he has pulled his thick 10" cock out of his shorts and is pumping the shaft with both hands while a constant stream of precum flows from his glans. "WOW" says David to Shawn - the name of the dark muscular guy - while he is filming from a distance. "He's going to make a lot of money" answers Shawn who is filming another group with a camera. David moves a little closer to get a good view of Kaden explaining to Trey how a gunshot works. The first few are awkward, but on the third Trey pushes his tongue into Kaden's mouth, which ends in a fierce game of tongue wrestling. Kaden pulls his head away and stands on the couch. He pulls his hard 9” cock in advance and presses his glans against Trey’s lips, who automatically opens his mouth. Slowly the cock slides further into his mouth. Without being instructed he places his hands on Kaden’s hips and instinctively begins to suck and lick. In the meantime, pre-cum continues to flow from the glans of Trey’s cock — which is standing straight up. Kaden beckons a twink boy and points to that pre-cum covered cock. The twink takes a seat between Trey’s legs and swallows the entire length in one go. A wave of pleasure goes through Trey’s body, which relaxes his throat further, allowing Kaden to slide his cock deeper inside. Kaden takes Trey’s hands and maneuvers them to his nipples. The twink gets a point pressed into his hands by David and knows exactly what is expected. He takes the dick out of his mouth and wipes the cock clean and dry. The cock is so hard that the veins are clearly visible and while Trey is distracted the twink finds a vein. He pulls the plunger back to see if it’s in the vein and then slowly pushes the contents in. After removing the point, the twink massages the penis to ensure the Tina enters the bloodstream. Trey’s eyes open wide as an intense wave rips through his body. This is the signal for Kaden to pull his cock out. After heavy coughing , Trey throws his head back and tenses his abs, making his eight-pack even more visible and making his cock swell. Ropes of cum shoot out of his cock as he lets out a deep groan. The twink doesn’t hesitate for a moment, turns around and with force pushes his tight hole onto the cock. “I can feel his cum filling me up completely… can’t wait until his cum is toxic too” the twink moans! After 5 minutes the twink lets the cock slide out of his ass and there is still cum dripping from the glans. “I’m so fucking horny… I want more!” Trey groans. To which Kaden responds, “You’re going to get more, but we have to go to the bathroom first.” He helps him up and guides him to the bathroom. After half an hour, Trey comes out of the bathroom groaning and drops onto the couch. A huge horniness is building inside his ass, so he pulls up his leg and tries to push two of his fingers inside. Kaden sits between his legs and pushes his fingers away. He asks, “Can I help you?” and Trey groans “Yes”. He grabs lube and squirts it on the ass and on the fingers of his right hand. With his left hand he shakes some white powder from a bag over the fingers, after which he starts to push two inside. “An extra booty bump wouldn’t hurt” says Kaden grinning. The sphincter relaxes more and more and after 10 minutes there are 4 fingers inside. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I first saw you” says Kaden. To which Trey replies with “I didn’t know what I really wanted, but now I know I never want anything else”. “We can give you something that will bond us forever… a gift that makes you part of our group… Do you want that?” Kaden asks. “YES… GIVE” Trey pleads. “Just know that you can’t go back!” Kaden said. “I WANT IT… I WANT YOU!” This was what Kaden wanted to hear. He pulled his fingers out, lubed up his cock and placed the head of his cock against the closing sphincter. With a firm grip he pushed his cock in until he could take no more. Trey’s mouth was wide open but he made no sound. Kaden pulled his cock out and rammed it back in. He repeated this until the head of his cock passed the second sphincter. The feeling of the second sphincter gripping his cock head caused him to deposit his POZ seed deep inside that NEG ass for the first time. “Feel that… that’s my POZ seed that will bond us forever” Kaden groaned. As the second sphincter relaxed he began to fuck the ass hard. “GIVE ME MORE CUM… MAKE ME POZ TOO” Trey groaned. After 40 minutes of pumping and 4 loads of POZ seed Kaden pulled out and yells “Who’s next?”. “Me” shouted a familiar voice. “We are already blood relatives… but after today we share even more”. Trey watched as his nephew TJ, who is a month younger, took a seat between his legs and in one smooth movement slid his 8” cock inside. Later David told that TJ became part of the group on the day he turned 18. After TJ, more guests followed who deposited their POZ semen. The next day Trey was told that everything had been filmed and that they would put the film on their site “POZSLAM” where their donors could stream the film for a fee. He was given the choice: face unrecognizable and then not share in the proceeds or recognizable in the picture and no longer have to work. Trey chose the latter and was a success from day 1. In the first month all members had earned 7000 dollars each from that one film. Two weeks after the initiation Trey got the fuckflu and he tested positive. He also had someone in mind for the next meeting who could be an asset to the group. There is a 19-year-old Moroccan guy who has moved into the street and who is very eager to make new friends and Trey can't wait to pump gallons of POZ cum up his ass. SHALL I CONTINUE?

And a load in your hole! 😜

In the heart of Toronto, nestled in a trendy loft converted into a playground for the city's most adventurous, I found myself at a jockstrap party. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cologne, and the underlying musk of sex. The room pulsed with the throb of electronic music, and the hum of anticipation was palpable. I was drawn to the corner where two sexy daddies were holding court, their presence commanding and their eyes hungry with desire. They were both tall, muscular, and exuded an aura of confidence that was impossible to ignore. Their jockstraps barely contained their massive cocks, and I could see the outlines of their thick shafts straining against the fabric. One had a thick, veiny cock that looked like it could split me in two, while the other had a monster of a cock, at least 10 inches long and thick as a fucking soda can. Their chests were broad and hairy, and their arms were corded with muscle, a testament to their strength and power. I approached them, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They noticed me immediately, their eyes roaming over my body with a predatory gaze. "Well, well, look what we have here," one of them said, his voice a deep rumble. "A fresh little meat looking for some fun." I nodded, my mouth dry. "I'm looking for a good time," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. "We can give you a good time," the other one said, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "But you have to be ready for us. We like it rough, and we like to share." I swallowed hard, my ass clenching at the thought. "I'm ready," I said, my voice more confident this time. They led me to a sling, the leather creaking as they secured me in place. My ass was exposed, vulnerable, and ready for whatever they had in store. They fed me poppers, the sharp, sweet smell filling my nostrils as I inhaled deeply. The room spun, and my senses heightened, every touch, every sound, amplified. One of them stepped up behind me, his thick cock pressing against my ass. He rubbed the head against my hole, teasing me, making me beg for it. "Please," I moaned, my body aching with need. "Fuck me." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching me wide. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The other daddy stepped up, his monster cock in hand. He pressed the head against my mouth, and I opened wide, taking him in. His cock filled my mouth, the taste of him salty and intoxicating. I sucked him with fervor, my tongue swirling around his shaft, feeling the veins pulse with his arousal. They took turns, one fucking my ass while the other fed me his cock. The sensations were overwhelming, my body on fire as they pounded into me. I could feel the pressure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, they switched, and I was being stretched by the monster cock. It was intense, the stretch almost too much, but I loved every second of it. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my skin, the sound a symphony of pleasure. As he fucked me, he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Are you tested negative, little one?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. I shook my head, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. "Yes a month now," I managed to gasp out. He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. "And are you on Prep?" he asked, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. Again, I shook my head. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the throb of the music and the sound of our bodies slapping together. He leaned back, a wicked grin on his face. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "We're going to fill you up with the most potent cum you've ever had. You're going to be fertilized, little one. You're going to carry our seed." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins. I was theirs to use, theirs to fill, and I was ready for whatever they had in store. The daddy with the thick, veiny cock took his turn next, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that made the sling creak. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock hitting all the right spots. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. But the night wasn't over yet. More men joined, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their turn in the sling. I was passed around, each man taking their pleasure from my ass, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. One man, in particular, caught my eye. He was tall and lean, with a cock that was long and thin, like a fucking blade. He stepped up behind me, his cock pressing against my ass. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low whisper. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock sliding in with ease, stretching me wide. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. Another man took his turn, his cock thick and short, like a fucking baseball bat. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. The night wore on, and I was passed around, each man taking their turn, filling me with their seed. The poppers kept coming, and I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body aching and satisfied. I couldn't keep count of how many men there were, their cocks hard and ready, eager to take their pleasure from my ass. Finally, as the night began to wane, the two daddies returned, their cocks still hard and ready. They stepped up behind me, their hands roaming over my body, their touches sending shivers down my spine. "Ready for more, little one?" one of them asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. They took their turns, their cocks stretching me wide, filling me completely. They pounded into me, their hips slamming against my ass with each thrust, their cocks hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around their cocks as they fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound lost in the throb of the music, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. They didn't let up, their cocks driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking their cocks, drawing them deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, they unloaded inside me, their hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as they pumped their load, their cocks pulsing with each spurt. They stayed inside me, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks of their orgasm, until finally, they pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had been used, filled, and pleasured beyond my wildest dreams. The night had been a whirlwind of pleasure, and I knew I would never forget it. After the party, I stepped outside to get some fresh air and have a smoke. The cool night breeze felt good against my sweaty skin. As I was taking a drag, a sexy bartender from the club joined me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Hey there," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "You looked like you had quite the night in there." I smirked, feeling a mix of pride and exhaustion. "You could say that," I replied, taking another drag. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I heard you were the one getting fucked in the sling. Is that true?" I nodded, a shiver running down my spine at the memory. "Yeah, that was me." He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Well, you're a lucky little twink. I've seen those daddies in action, and they know how to use that equipment." I felt a flush of heat spread through me, remembering the intensity of the night. "They sure do," I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper. He took a step closer, his body pressing against mine. "You know, I've been watching you all night. You're fucking hot, and I've been dying to get a piece of that ass." I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his. "Is that so?" I asked, a playful smirk on my face. He nodded, his hand reaching out to cup my ass. "Oh, yeah. And I think it's time I had my turn." Before I could respond, he spun me around, pushing me up against the wall of the alley. His hands roamed over my body, his touches firm and confident. He unzipped his pants, revealing a thick, hard cock that was already leaking pre-cum. He pressed the head against my ass, rubbing it against my hole, teasing me. "You ready for more, little one?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my body already aching for more. He pushed in slowly, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely. He began to move, his hips slamming against my ass with each thrust. The sensation was intense, his cock hitting all the right spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He reached around, his fingers finding my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, my body on fire as he pounded into me, his cock driving deeper, harder, with each thrust. I could feel the pleasure building, my ass clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder, faster. Suddenly, I was coming, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, the sound echoing through the alley, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't let up, his cock driving deeper, harder, until I was coming again, and again, my ass milking his cock, drawing him deeper. Finally, with a loud grunt, he unloaded inside me, his hot seed filling my ass. I could feel it, the warmth, the wetness, as he pumped his load, his cock pulsing with each spurt. He stayed inside me, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, until finally, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied. As we caught our breath, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I took it, my hands still trembling from the intensity of the encounter. We smoked in silence for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the cigarettes and the distant hum of the city. Finally, he turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. "You know, I think you're going to be changing a lot of details on your hookup app profiles soon." I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh, yeah? And why is that?" He chuckled, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Let's just say that the daddies you were with tonight are known for their... potent seed. And from the looks of it, you took quite the load." I felt a chill run down my spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through my veins. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I mean, little one, that you're probably carrying a little something extra now. Something that's going to change your life forever." I didn't understand what he meant, but his words sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. As I walked away, my body aching and satisfied, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for whatever was to come. Two months later, as I lay in bed, feverish and aching, the diagnosis came: HIV. I was bugged, and it was all because of that wild night at the jockstrap party. But as I thought back to the words whispered in my ear, the promise of being fertilized with the most potent cum, I realized what the bartender had meant. I had been changed, marked by that night, and now I carried a part of them with me, a constant reminder of the pleasure and the risk. As I lay there, my body aching and spent, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. It was a risk I took, and now I was paying the price. But the memory of that night, the intensity of the pleasure, the raw, primal nature of it all—it was something I would never forget. And as I looked to the future, I knew that my life would never be the same.

It's an expression for multiple orgasms. A man may not cum after 3 or 4 orgasms but can still get dry orgasms. Besides being a total submissive bottom since I lost my virginity I have trained my ass muscles to milk a cock and get multiple anal orgasms. I have expressed this in response to other related posts why I prefer cock that reach my prostrate and pound on it. Also Kegels that are a part of my daily exercise.

The problem with hiving, at least for me, Is that it sounds like it has to do with bee keeping …..

Just left, caught me before i went to Costco. so glad He did. Who needs groceries when i;m getting this kind of nutrition? He does this thing when He fucks me. i'm always prone (face down) under Him, and He does this thing where He holds my left waste and right hip while lying on me and plowing me, and it feels incredible every time, like He has me totally contained, subdued, owned... idk, words are not enough. He likes to remind me He likes to "bitch me," which is kind of a strange term for me, i'm not fem, don't look feminine at all either, but on some level, i get it when He does that. He's also very vocal when i'm sucking Him or kissing His body, rimming or fucking Him (though i never cum), vocal in a totally pleasured way, never forceful, and the way He expresses pleasure drives me wild. It's like fuel, i never get tired of pleasuring Him with that kind of talk... well, except when i fuck him. i just do that for him because he really likes it, glad he's not into getting bred, he just likes the way fucking feels. Usually doesn't take long till i'm asking Him to breed me, or He's asking me. He's only ever cum in my mouth once, otherwise, He always breeds me, probably over 1000 times now. Off to Costco with a smile on my face.

I'm back to what (for me) counts as normal. Working on home cumming weekend.

Ok guys, Thanks for all the positive feedback, it made me write another part. This part will first start with some more introduction of what is to come, the hotel grounds (to give it the holiday feeling and sense of discovery ), and at last, another sexual part. I'm trying to get the story going, to let Jake discover new things and make it all worth reading, and not just more of the same thing. Though I guess some things are worth repeating . I included a lot of AI photos again. This time I tried to put more attention on the scenery, to have you guys join Jake's walk in the statue park and the way he discovers more and more. I hope you like this addition to the story . Let me know how you liked the story so far , and this new part. If you're missing things, or would like to see some things added or changed in new parts , if you have ideas, don ' t hesitate to write them to me. Have fun reading. P.S . I started writing the next part already . I had to wait until all the images were uploaded . Part 19 After Leroy told me his story from last night and we finished our breakfast, I see a message on my smartwatch. Oh, a message….. Oh ,I missed that one coming in, lessening to Leroys story…. We need to go to a panel, Leroy, I tell him as I stand up from the table. In a few seconds, we are both leaving the breakfast and heading to a panel. I wonder what the message will be, so as soon as we arrive at the panel, I log in with my smartwatch. ---------------------------------------------------- Dear guest. Today is African Day . The hotel will be turned into an African theme. Maybe you have noticed we have already put up some decorations for this theme. We are happy to see you all at the main stage at 12 : 00. There will be a cocktail bar preparing cocktails out of coconut shells. We like to enjoy you all whit entertainment and music in an African theme, to party together. The host will also give the heads-up from the top score . Please dress in theme. On further notice, there will be a roulette game starting at 16 : 00. If you signed up for the roulette game when booking the hotel, we are happy to see you at that time in the hotel park (location will be sent to your smartwatch ). Down this letter will show if you are participating/signed in. If you're not and would like to participate , ask one of our helpers. We would like to see you at the African dinner starting at 18 : 00 until 23 : 00. For those who participate in the roulette game, they will have an exclusive dinner at a different location (info will follow). At 23 : 00 hours, there will be a themed activity at the main stage. The hotel staff wishes you all a pleasant day and stay. Signed in for roulette game : Yes ---------------------------------------------------- Oh .... I log off again and watch on my smartwatch . It's 10 : 30. I still have 1 . 5 hours. I watch Leroy as I can see him smile. So we both are participating , I guess . I ask him, while Leroy nods to confirm and is logging off. So... leroy...what shall we do? We stil have some time to spere before we have to be at the main stage. Leroy watches me. Well, what about a beach walk? We could do that . I think that's a good idea to spend some time so we can freshen ourselves up after it and be on time at the main stage at 12. This place is so big. You can easily get lost here. It's a good thing there are maps all over and we can navigate with the smartwatch . Let's see. The shortest way... Damn . That walk is way too long to go there and back to be on time. Let's see... oh , we could take a walk through the statue garden, walk to the banana garden, stop at the banana bar to grab a drink, and walk back . Sounds like a plan, Leroy says to me as we start to walk. It is a walk of 40 minutes through these places to our rooms , so we should have enough time. As we walk , we chat about all sorts of things -how life is at home, our first dates, our hotel hookups, and of course , Leroy asks me about the first roulette game. He wonders how the games are and what he can expect. I'm not sure it will be the same this time, but I tell him all parts. He has seen my load number, so there is nothing to hide from that part. As we get into the statue garden, I can see all sorts of statues of men. Some are in sexual positions, some naked, and some dressed. There are some statues of cocks and asses, biohazard signs, scorpions , you name it. It seems all to be related to the poz rituals and hookups. Most statues have signage on them , so I stop at some and read. My eyes are being attracted to a huge iron statue in the middle of the statue park. You can walk all the way around the statue, and it is really huge. The sun is shining brightly on it. It's a statue of a hot black guy. He is standing on an altar, which says 1959 Congo. Photo statue 1959 congo I start to read the sign before it. This statue represents the first confirmed case of HIV in a human. It is linked to a blood sample taken in 1959 from a man in what is now Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo. While this is the earliest documented case, it's important to note that HIV may have existed in humans earlier, with some evidence suggesting transmission from animals to humans around 1920 in the same area. Because this man is the first known case, this statue, which represents this male, has a central place in this park. Some say... we all have a part of his DNA with us. There is no photo known of this man , but we still want to honor him this way. I start to walk to the next statue, which is standing just on the other side of the path. It's another big iron statue of a guy. It looks like it is a white man, if I have to guess... Photo statue first patient I start to read the sign. The first identified patient with HIV infection and AIDS was a Scandinavian man in the 1960s, who had visited West - Central Africa. This statue represents this Scandinavian man. There is no photo known of this man, but we still want to honor him. Fuck, I think to myself . That man was really hot if he really looked like that... No wonder anyone would love to fuck him... But I guess from that time there are almost no photos, so it might just be an impression. Now I start to walk to a smaller statue. An iron statue of a scorpion, on a white rock, that has a black/red biohazard sign on it. Photo statue scorpion Again I start to read. Some symbols are associated with HIV within the gay community as a way to signal their status to others or to express their experiences. Two of them are the biohazard symbol and the scorpion symbol. Some men tattoo them on their body. Next to it, there is another small iron statue. It is a sperm cell. Photo statue sperm cell Well , I guess that doesn't need any explanation at all. That's what is getting shared all over here in the hotel, I think to myself. Those are even still swimming in my hole from last night. In the back, there is also a statue of some sort of pill. It has the sign PrEPP with it. Photo statue PrEPP So I start to read this one. PrEP, which stands for pre-exposure prophylaxis, is a medication taken by HIV-negative individuals to significantly reduce their risk of contracting HIV when having bare sex. PrEP was first introduced in 2012 as a pill you take once a day. Some take it to fuck with poz men. Others don't and fuck with poz men anyway. The choice is yours... Fuck, I think to myself. I did not know this.... I'm taking it bare and not on any meds. I guess I'm too late now to start, if I even wanted to. But this definitely won't stop me from taking cocks. I walk through the statue park , seeing more and more statues . I keep reading the signs with it. I come up to the statue of the first male gay couple and start to read. Photo statue first male gay couple The earliest documented same-sex male couple in history is believed to be Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum, who lived in ancient Egypt around 2400 BCE. They served as royal manicurists and were buried together in a joint tomb, with artwork depicting intimate and affectionate poses. it is not sure how they really looked like, but we still want to honor them and give there story a face/impression by this statue. In the next statue, I recognize a part of myself. The domination-submission statue. Photo statue domination submission Well , if I have to choose ; I'm more of a submissive person, watching my sex acts here in the hotel... Who would have guessed, before this holiday? So many things have happened ... It looks like I am becoming a whole different person , making personal growth and exploration this holiday . Damn . This statue park at the hotel grounds is really letting me think... In the back , I see another statue and start to read again. for the ones we miss and the ones that keep breeding. Photo statue; for the ones we miss and the ones that keep breeding It looks like this statue is for all the poz tops and bottoms . for all the poz men that give their toxic cum , breeding and infecting, creating a new and bigger poz family. From those who have already died and the new poz tops, giving their former poz daddies' DNA to the next generation. and not to forget the bottoms, that take the toxic loads with pride. I can almost see myself standing between them, as a bottom , willingly taking their poz seed. Their DNA... As I watch Leroy, I can clearly see his cock got hard. "Fuck, those guys were hot," he says while he smiles at me. I look at the time on my smartwatch . Damn , we are spending way more time here than I had expected. Come on, Leroy . Let's go to the banana bar, I say to him, whit my voice raised so he can hear it clearly. We are almost there, and then we will go back through the banana garden. We are staying way to long here….. We walk for another 5 minutes and reach the bar. When we are at the bar, there are not many guys. We do see some helps hanging out. It looks like they are on a break. We stand close to them and listen to their talks. They are chatting about the event tonight , how they need to dress the guys up, where they should put them, some sort of BBQ dinner, putting up tents, etc. I can't really follow all the things they are saying, but it sounds like something big is coming up. One helper is telling that he got fucked by one of the dancers a few weeks ago, after they visited the hotel to sign the contract for today's act. The helper is hoping for another ride after his shift is over. WTF, I think? What is this event? What party does the hotel have in store for us? We drink our cocktail and I watch how late it is. We should go, Leroy. It is 11:15. If we walk through the banana garden, we will be back in our rooms in 20 minutes . We have enough time to change and be at the start of the main stage. He nods as he takes his last sip . We put our glasses on the bar and head off. Right to the back of the bar, to the banana garden. Instantly, we walk into the shadows. Light is getting through . Huge leaves of banana trees cover the path from the sun. It feels cool with a light breeze. I can hear birds singing through the garden. At some banana trees, there are real bananas hanging down. Green ones and yellow ones. It is beautiful . Big banana flowers shine through the leaves, some in the shadows and some in the sun. Some banana trees are as big as my upper leg and more than 2 . 5 meters high. The cool air between them is a relief from the heat of the day. At the ground, there are some purple flowers that make it a delight for my eyes to watch. Narrow paths are between the banana trees, not sure where they lead to. It is silent; we hear no one and we don't see anyone. It seems we are walking here all alone. Leroy and I keep our mouths shut. We are enjoying the nature in this part of the hotel park . After some minutes , I hear a soft panting , a huff. I walk further, and it seems like we are getting close to the sound. I can hear slapping ; it is skin on skin, moaning... I feel my own cock react to the sounds. I'm getting a bit hard. When I look at Leroy , he is hard as well. Even harder than me. Shall we go and watch? He smiles at me, pointing to a narrow path between the banana trees. The sound is coming from there. slowly and silently we walk into the small path , following the turns of the path deeper into the garden. We are getting more silent while the noise is getting clearly louder. We are close. And then, between some banana trees, we see them: two guys, fucking wildly. The banana trees and leaves are shaking from their thrusts. We hide a bit so we don't disturb the scene and get a bit closer to watch them, to see the rough fucking that is happening right before us. it's ... it's ... Jason... I recognize him, even as he has his back turned to us. Jason is fucking some Indian twink. the twink is somewhere in his early 19 ; he can't be older. the Indian twink is holding himself in place by gripping a banana tree , pushing his ass back to Leroy while he slams his cock into that boy's pussy. Leroy is fucking him rough and hard. their pants are down to their ankles, and they are both shirtless. Jason's short hair is waving at each thrust , sweat is dripping down his back. the black wavy hair of the Indian twink is flowing with each thrust from Jason , pushing his cock deep inside him. and with each thrust, the banana tree and leaves are moving, giving it a tropical, rough, and hard view. Jason has a nice catch, him as a 26-year-old , fucking this twink, I think to myself, wile we watch the fuck, taking place before our eyes. The Indian twink pulls Jason's cock out of his ass, turns, and watches deep into Jason's eyes. Fuck , you're good, he softly whispers to Jason. He starts to kiss him. I can see their thongs wrestle and spit hanging around the twink's mouth. When Jason breaks off the kiss, he spits into the Indian twink's mouth. Jason leaves no questions; he is the dominant top here... Photo Jason and Indian twink we hear Jason being verbal to the twink, with a rough and sexual voice: "You like that, you little fucking slut? You like my cock deep up your hole? Take it all, every inch!" While he turns the Indian twink back around and bends him over. Jason lines his bare cock to the twink's hole and rams it back in. A clearly audible plop is notable , followed by a hard skin-to-skin smack , echoing through the banana trees. The Indian twink whimpers and nods, his knuckles turning white as he grips the banana trees for support. "Y-Yes, daddy... Yes!" Jason is thrusting his hips forward with a grunt, his pelvis slapping against the twink's firm, round ass. Each collision echoes through the banana tree forest, mingling with the rustling leaves and distant calls of exotic birds. His eyes glaze over with lust as he watches the twink's tight hole stretch around his girth, the pinkness of his cockhead popping in and out of the boy's hole. His voice is a raw, animalistic growl as he speaks. "You're such a good little fuck toy , aren't you?" With each powerful thrust, the twink's moans become more desperate, his body quivering with pleasure and pain. The slap of their flesh fills the air, a rhythmic symphony of lust. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his teeth are clenched, the effort of holding onto the banana trees etched into his delicate features. The sensation of being fucked bare clearly sends shockwaves through his body. "A-Aahh... y-yes, daddy, y-yes..." he moans . Jason's hand snakes around the twink's waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls him back onto his cock with brutal force. His voice is a mix of pleasure and malice as he continues to demean and dominate. "That's it, slut. Take this big, infected dick. You want it, don't you? The twink's eyes flicker open briefly to see the glowing red light of Jason's smartwatch. The red glow is shining on the twink and the banana trees. It gives the holy setting a dark cinematic view. Leroy and I can clearly see the red glow, meaning Jason is poz. The reality of the situation hits the twink hard, but his desire is too intense to resist. "F-Fuck me, daddy... I want it all," his voice quivers as he begs for more, the fear and excitement blending together into the air , mixing with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant calls of exotic birds. "Don't hold back... please..." he moans. With a wicked smirk, Jason tightens his grip on the twink's waist, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He picks up the pace, driving into the younger man with a ferocity that sends shockwaves through the forest floor. "You're begging for it, huh? You like getting fucked by a real man with a real cock?" With each thrust, he calls out obscene names and comments, pushing the twink's limits. The twink's cries grow louder, echoing through the dense foliage. His body is on fire. The sound the twink, is a mix of pain and pleasure. It looks like it is almost too much to handle for him. Jason's breath touching the twinks neck, his harsh words only serving to inflame the twinks desire. "Y-Yes, Daddy ! Yes, fuck me hard! Don't stop, I need it..." is the twink begging, It sounds like the twink is craving the painful pleasure that Jason's big bare cock brings. Jason chuckles darkly , "Look at you, begging for more," his grip on the twink's waist tightening as he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in, causing the twink to yelp. "So hungry for cock, aren't you?" He leans in close, whispering in the twink's ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Open up, baby. Take my fingers in that sweet little mouth of yours." The twink's eyes widen with surprise, but he obeys, parting his lips and allowing Jason to push two of his fingers into his mouth. "Mmph...," he mumbles around them, "Suck on those, make 'em nice and wet for me," Jason commands, his voice low and demanding. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" Jason asks, his tone one of dark amusement as he watches the twink's eyes glaze over with need. "You've never had a real man fuck you like this before, have you?" He pulls his fingers out of the twink's mouth, leaving it wet and glistening. "You're so fucking tight ; I can feel your little ass clenching around me." The twink nods eagerly, his breath coming in panting gasps. His voice is a mix of pleasure and awe as he speaks. "Y-Yes, daddy... This is... it's more than I've ever imagined," his words are punctuated by the sound of their bodies colliding. "You're my first... my first bare... white top..." Jason's eyes widen with excitement at the revelation. "Your first time? Well, you've picked a real winner, haven't you?" he says with a smug grin. His thrusts become more forceful, and it seems he is pushing his cock deeper and rougher into the Indian twink. "You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life, baby. You're going to remember the feel of my bare cock filling you up." The twink's body responds to Jason's pounding and rough talk . His cock is rock hard , swelling and leaking a trail of precum that trickles down his smooth thighs. "A-Aah, Daddy ... I can't... I'm going to..." Jason's grin widens as he feels the twink's body begin to tremble with impending orgasm. He reaches around to grasp the base of the twink's cock, squeezing gently to stave off the climax. "Not yet, baby. You're not going to cum until I say so." The twink's eyes widen with frustration and need, his body clearly begging for release. He nods, his eyes never leaving Jason's, and bites his lower lip to keep from crying out. "I-I'll wait, Daddy ..." he moans to Jason. "That's my good little slut," Jason praises, touching the twink's tight ass and body with his hands, while the twink's ass clenches around Jason's cock . It seems Jason is getting to his climax himself , his cock swelling and pulsing within the twink's tight hole. Sweat is dripping off his back, and every muscle is pulling tight together. I could be wrong, but it really looks like Jason is ready to cum, watching his back. His legs are shivering... he has to be... But why would he want to stop the twink from cumming with him? I wonder , while I'm spying on them through the banana tree leaves. Both are too busy fucking that they still have not noticed Leroy and me. And we definitely don't mind the show we watch. "You're going to take every drop I give you, and you're going to love it , " Jason moans out. Jason's orgasm sounds massive, echoing through the banana trees, his cock pulsing and releasing rope after rope of hot, infectious cum deep within the twink. He is holding his cock deep in the twink, mixing his seed with the twink's own ass juices. "You're going to get so full of me," he says, his voice a gruff whisper. "You're going to feel my load inside you for days, i am breeding you and making you mine." I can see his balls and cock twitching, spraying load after load into the Indian twink. The sensation is clearly overwhelming for the twink. He tries to hold back his orgasm while Jason is spraying his cum deep inside him. The boy's body is quivering and begging for release. “P-Please, Daddy ... I-I can't...” The twink's body tenses as Jason's cum fills him up. His own orgasm is a mere breath away, his cock bobbing in the air, desperate for attention. "Daddy, I-I'm so close," he stammers, his voice a desperate whine. "Please, let me cum..." With a wicked chuckle, Jason's hand snakes down to the twink's balls, giving them a firm squeeze. "Not yet, baby," he says, his grip tightening just enough to halt the twink's orgasm, causing him to whimper in pain. "I've got more to give you. I'm not done with you yet." The twink's eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a whimper of frustration and pain. " Fuck ... daddy..." he begs, his body quivering and desperate for relief. Jason withdraws his cock almost completely, his cock thick and covered in a mix of cum and ass fluids. Jason watches the twink's desperate expression with a mix of amusement and hunger. He gives his cock a few leisurely strokes before lining his cock up again. "You're going to take more than just one load, slut. I'll cum at least 5 times in you, boy... over and over again, before I allow you to cum, boy. "You're going to feel what it's like to be truly owned by a real white man," he says with a smirk, pushing back into the twink with a slow, deliberate pressure that makes the twink's legs wobble. "You're going to be so full of my toxic seed, you'll leak it out all over this forest." Jason laughs. The twink's eyes widen with a mix of fear and excitement at the thought of more, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "More, Daddy ? P-Please..." Jason's eyes gleam with a predatory hunger, his strokes becoming more forceful. "You want more, baby?" He grabs the twink's hips, pulling him back onto his cock with a vicious snarl. "You're going to get it, all right. You're going to be my cumdump." The twink's eyes are glazed with lust as he nods frantically. "Y-Yes, Daddy , more, please..." wile he gets pounded hard again. Jasons balls slap against the boys ass. a slapping sound filling the air. the twink can only beg. oh fuck... oh fuck.... yeah.... Daddy.... i can feel your cum ramming deeper in me...... use your cum in my hole as lube.... im yours.... i love it.... thank you, thank you.... wile he is looking back to Jasons sweathy chest and face. the twink is clearly loving it... it looks like he wants to keep his hole getting fucked by Jason over and over. he is so willing. Suddenly, his gaze flicks over Jason's shoulder and widens in shock. He is watching me and Leroy. He has seen us both, spying on them... Our eyes locked on each other while Jason keeps fucking the boy. Jason keeps thrusting hard into the twink's ass, his eyes never leaving him as he continues to fuck the twink. "What's wrong, baby?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive purr. "You want more of my cum, don't you?" Panic is in the twink's eyes. With a gasp, he yanks himself off Jason's cock, the sudden movement causing his ass to spurt out a stream of cum. "Oh my god..." he yells out , clearly in real panic that he is busted. His ass cheeks are slick with a mix of sweat and cum, a testament to the fierce fucking he's just endured. His voice is high-pitched with fear. "Oh no, oh no..." while he grabs down and yanks his shorts up. Jason's smile fades as he realizes they have an audience. He turns, still rock-hard and his cock covered in a mix of the twink's ass juices and his own cum. His gaze locks onto us, a mix of annoyance and challenge in his eyes. "What the fuck are you two staring at?" he barks out, not bothering to cover himself. The twink's face is a picture of horror and embarrassment. The boy is trying to cover the evidence of their recent encounter. His ass is a mess, a sticky mess of Jason's cum and his own juices that are now seeping through the fabric. "Oh my god, they saw us..." he whispers in panic. Jason watches us, a smile of recognition appearing on his face, his expression a blend of surprise and excitement. He sneers, his cock still standing hard and gleaming with their combined fluids. "You two want a taste?" Leroy nods instantly , which seems to relax the twink a bit, standing there, watching us. Photo Indian twink With a swift move, Jason grabs the twink's wrists, pulling him back to him. With the other hand he tears the black short down again , exposing the twinks well-fucked hole to us. "You can lick us clean," he says, his tone low and commanding. The twink's eyes widen in shock as Jason exposes him, but he can't tear his gaze away from us. The twink's body is still pulsing with the aftershocks of their raw, primal fucking. "D-Daddy, no... they can't..." His protests are cut short as Jason's hand clamps over his mouth. Slowly, Leroy and I start to walk out from our hiding spot, getting around the banana trees and leaves that covered us. As we walk to them, it is clearly visible that we enjoyed the show they gave us. In both our shorts, there is a big bulge, our cocks pressing against the fabric. Leroy is way faster than I am . He really likes to join in and reaches Jason. As soon as he is standing before him, he grabs Jason's hard, wet cock and drops down. Leroy opens his mouth and instantly starts to kiss and suck on Jason's cock. His lips wrap around his shaft while he starts to move his head up and down. A mix of cum and ass fluids from the Indian twink covers his lips and the insides of his mouth. Jason just laughs with a grin on his face. "Good boy... I bet you missed my cock." Come on, Jake, don't let that twink's hole dry up... I still want him for another ride. You don't want to be responsible for him being in pain when I ram my hard cock back in a dried-up hole. Lick him... keep his hole wet and open for my cock. And don't play the innocent boy now; I know your load score... Jason smirks at me. I swallow, thinking about what to do. I can see the same hesitation on the Indian twink's face. He is my age, but as I heard while they were fucking, way less experienced than I am ... I'm learning it the fast way here at the stay in the hotel. And this boy has to learn too . Jason turns his head to the boy. " Get your ass bent over, boy. Just like you did a second ago... if you want another ride ." His voice sounds rough, demanding, and hard. It leaves no room for debate. The Indian twink clearly shivers at the command. He is fully dominated by Jason , in the excitement of his fucking and hotness. The Indian guy slowly turns around. His cock is half hard. He lost the point of excitement ; he lost the urge to cum from the shock of being caught . But the twink is eager to get to that point again. He grabs the banana tree again and slowly bends over. His shorts fall back down, which were still hanging on his knees. Slowly showing his just-fucked-up ass and hole. His ass is wet and sticky. Out of his tight hole, there is a mix of Jason's cum and his ass fluids leaking. It looks hot, wet, and tasteful . Jason grabs my head while I am close to him, pushing me to the boy's ass. "Go on," he says, his voice a seductive purr. "Tongue-fuck that tight little hole. Taste that hole and my cum... Make sure his hole is nice and clean for the next round , " he says to me. Leroy is still sucking him. He even tries to deep throat him sometimes . I bend to my knees and get my face close to his ass. I can smell the sent of cum from his ass. The heath of his skin and the heath of his fresh fucked hole. His hole looks wet, tastefull, leaking. Shoud i??? "Go on," Jason says, his voice a seductive purr. "Tongue-fuck that tight little hole. Make sure it's nice and clean for the next round." Without thinking, I drive my nose through his cheeks and put my lips on his ass. I kiss it. The twink's eyes go wide with shock as he feels my hot breath against his still-throbbing hole. His body tenses, including his sphincter. He can't help the way his ass cheeks clench reflexively. "W-What's he doing?" he whispers, his voice trembling. Jason's chuckle is filled with dark amusement as he watches the twink's reaction. "He's just going to clean you up for me, baby," he says, his eyes never leaving the twink's face. " He will make sure you're nice and ready for round two." I move in closer, my tongue darting out to trace the rim of the twink's freshly breached hole. I lick the sticky, leaking cum from the twink's skin, savoring the mix of flavors, slowly making my way up to his sphincter. I get goosebumps all over while I feel the guy's heat, reaching his sphincter. A salty taste of moisture and cum covers my lips. I kiss his boy hole and give a small suck on it. The Indian twink reacts to my kiss with a soft, loving moan... While I slowly stick my tongue out and start to lick his boy hole. I taste him and Jason. My tongue plays and presses at his hole, while each time I press, a little bit of Jason's cum leaks out of his hole. It tastes salty with a mix of sweet. It feels warm on my tongue, warm because the boy has a fresh load up that ass and because of the heat of the twink's ass itself. I start to lick lovingly and slowly, making circles with my tongue . The boy is moaning loudly . His hole twitches. Fuuuuck .... this feels so good.... Jesus..... he almost screams it out. Jason's eyes narrow with pleasure as he hears the twink and watches how I rim him. With one hand, he pushes my head deeper into the boy's crack to stimulate me licking, while Jason himself is still getting sucked. Leroy's mouth wraps around Jason's cock tight , the heat and suction sending shivers down Jason's spine. "Yeah, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all, you fucking whore." The sound of Jason's balls hitting Leroy's chin echoed through the thick air. I guess I'm doing a good job, for the first time I ever rimmed someone. So I start to work on it harder. Both my hands grip the Indian guy's ass as I try to pull his ass more apart. My tongue driving deeper around and in his hole. My tongue is fucking him. The bod is getting wild. Fuck... fuck... yeah..... this is..... so... dammmmmmmmmm. His cock is reacting to my licks and within no time the Indian guy is hard again. The twink's eyes are glued to the erotic scene next to him. Watching how Jason is fucking the mouth of Leroy , his breath coming in short gasps. "I-I don't know if I can handle it... The Indian twink is leaking pre-cum again, while one of my hands grabs his leaking cock. I start to stroke him softly. My hand is getting covered by his pre-cum. With a popping sound, Leroy pulls his mouth off of Jason's cock, his cheeks hollow from the effort. He stands up, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He turns around and rips his shorts off, revealing a tight, muscular ass. He wiggles it enticingly at Jason while he pushes his bare ass against Leroy's bare, wet cock. "My hole needs your cock again." His voice almost sounds like it is begging. Jason does not need an invitation to pound Leroy's hole, but looking at his face, he does enjoy it. He grips Leroy's hips firmly, pulling him back onto his cock with a grunt. With a forceful thrust, he pounds his big cock deep into Leroy's hole. Leroy moans hard and loud, holding himself in place by grabbing a banana tree . His moans and screams echo through the banana trees, mixing with the sound of the moaning Indian twink I am rimming. "You want this, don't you?" Jason asks Leroy, his voice a low growl. "You want to feel this infected meat inside you, filling you up? " Leroy nods eagerly, his breath coming in short pants. "Y-Yes, sir," he says, his voice trembling. "Please, fuck me." The red light from Jason's smartwatch shines on us all while he fucks Leroy aggressively . The Indian twink is watching them, getting more and more excited and leaking more and more pre-cum. I can sense the twink's rising arousal, my tongue working even harder, dipping into the tight hole and swirling around to clean every last drop of cum that leaks out of his tight hole. I moan in pleasure, the taste of their combined juices driving me wild. The twink's moans grow louder as my tongue explores his sensitive insides. His hands reach back to grip my shoulders, pushing me closer despite his earlier protests. "Don't stop," he gasps, his hips rocking back to meet my face. The twink's eyes are closed tightly as my tongue delves into his ass. I can feel the guy is getting close to cum again. My tongue slurps and licks at the twink's hole ; the taste of cum and ass is driving me crazy. My own cock is now straining against my pants. But a strange feeling is coming over me. I don't want to get pleasured myself. I like to pleasure these guys, especially the Indian twink I am licking right now. I want to prepare his hole for a second fuck... and maybe even more... The twink's eyes snap open at the sound of Leroy's eager whimpers. He watches, transfixed, as Jason's cock sinks into Leroy's willing ass , moaning hard and loudly so anyone can hear. "You like watching, don't you?" I ask , while rimming the boy. The twink's eyes flick between the two men and me, his breath hitching while I keep softly stroking his cock. He nods, his voice shaky. "Y-Yes, I do," he breathes in a whisper. My tongue pushes deep against and into his sphincter again, tickling his insides. The twink's eyes are glued to the sight of Jason's thick cock disappearing into Leroy's ass, his own body responding with an involuntary shiver of arousal. His hand clenches around the banana tree trunk, his knuckles white with the effort of not reaching for his own cock, but to let me give him all the pleasure. My tongue continues to probe and tease the twink's ass, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. His legs are shaking. The boy is moaning loud while I can feel his cock hardening and thickening in my hand. It starts to shiver... his sphincter tightens , while I keep invading it with my tongue, licking it wildly, kissing his boy hole, and sucking on it. It seems the Indian twink can't hold it much longer. His eyes squeeze shut, and with a strangled cry, I can feel his orgasm building. He screams it out. "A-Aahh, oh fuck..." mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin from Leroy and Jason. With a final, deep thrust of my tongue, I feel the twink's body tense and shiver. The twink's cries crescendo into a loud moan as he releases his load, spurting hot semen that arcs through the air, landing between the banana trees. The twink's body convulses , his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth releasing moans and screams . "A-Ahh, oh God !!!! Damn .... My hand is getting covered in his cum while he keeps shooting his cum between the banana trees. " He shoots at least six ropes of cum. white, pure white, and thick cum, showing that it has been a long time since the indian twink shot his load. The twink's legs give out, and he leans heavily against the banana tree, panting for breath. His cock is still twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm as he watches the erotic hard fuck between Jason and Leroy. Jason's strokes slowed down while he watched the twink cum, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're going to need to rest up, baby," he says, his voice a low growl. "Because when I'm done with this one," he jerks his chin at Leroy, who's now moaning and begging for more, "I'm going to fuck you raw again. And this time, I want you nice and open." The twink's eyes widen at Jason's words, and he glances down at his still-throbbing cock. "O-Okay, daddy," he stammers, his voice shaking. "I want your cock deep in me again, as long as you can and want me to. I'll wait on it until you're done with him," his eyes watching Leroy. With a sadistic smile, Jason's face turns to me, fucking and thrusting deep into Leroy's ass. "Get one of those green bananas over there," he says, pointing to a nearby tree. "We need to keep our little slut ready for his next round." The twink's eyes dart to the banana tree, his cock jumping slightly at the command, despite his face showing a clear indication of fear and confusion. "A-A banana?" he softly whispers . "That's right, baby," Jason says, his voice thick with lust. "I want you to keep that sweet little hole of yours open for me," his eyes never leave the twink's, the challenge clear in his gaze. "Go on, Jake," he commands, not breaking eye contact. "Grab that banana." With a smirk, I stand up, leaving the boy's wet hole that I just rimmed. My spit is still dripping down from the boy's ass , his sphincter open, wet and shiny in the sun. A moment of pride fills me. I just let that twink shoot his load by only rimming him , and fuck, that hole looks so wet now... I start to walk over to the banana tree and select a particularly large, firm, green banana. "This one should do the trick," I say, while I am holding it up for Jason's approval. My eyes light up with excitement as I approach the Indian twink, holding the banana in my hand. The boy is still bent forward , his hands on the banana tree , trying to catch his breath. "Open up, boy," my voice is a gentle purr as I place the green banana at the twink's trembling hole. I give it a slow, deliberate push, watching the twink's expression as the banana begins to slide in. "It's okay, just relax," I murmur , my eyes locked on the twink , slowly pushing the banana in his hole , almost all the way in, leaving only the tip out. Just as a dildo. Jason's eyes flash with amusement as he pulls out of Leroy with a wet pop. "Keep that banana in, slut," he says, his voice filled with authority. " You need to learn to be patient. " "You're going to wait until I'm finished with Leroy before you get any more attention." Jason gets on the ground , lying on his back, nodding to Leroy. "Ride it, slut..." I have never seen a guy so quick. Leroy just stands over Jason and squats down , with his fingers guiding Jason's cock back to his hot wet open hole while he lowers down. Taking Jake 's cock all up his hole again, making it disappear inside him . Leroy starts to ride him, loud moans echoing between the banana trees . Jason and the indian twink are watching each other . The twink, having a banana up his hole and Leroy riding Jason. " Good boy," Jason praises, his eyes glinting at the twink. "Now, sit over there," he points at the twink, "and watch me claim this piece of meat." He turns back to Leroy, who's now riding and begging Jason for more. Leroy's cock bobbing against his and Jason's stomach. "Keep riding it, slut," Jason commands, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. The twink nods, his legs shaking as he lowers himself onto the ground, the banana still inside him, watching them fuck. The boy clearly wants a ride too . With a smug smile, Jason now gazes at me. A small grin appears on his face. "Good job, Jake ," his voice is filled with approval. " I will remember this. Now, why don't you go take a piss somewhere else?" He nods towards the path we came from. "I need some space and time to breed these two sluts properly." I accept my fate, the will of Jason. It reminds me and confirms how I think of Jason : a self-absorbed jerk of a guy, a hot guy who has stamina for fucking and is mainly focused on his own pleasure. And on the other side... I did not cum or get fucked... but hell ... this was hot... I still feel proud that I rimmed a guy to his climax and made him shoot his load. I could never have thought I could do this. I smirk at Jason. "As you wish," I say to him, my voice a low grin . "I'll just let you guys have fun." I wink at the twink while I stand up, adjusting my erection in my shorts . I head into the shadows of the banana forest , back on the small path, walking away. Leaving the three of them alone, fucking, moaning, and spreading Jason's toxic load. Photo of Jake leaving on the small path in the banana garden

I had a bbc fuck my gf for a hour while I had to watch caged, then he pulled out and told me to get on my knees for him. He went immediately balls deep down my throat and came while I was gagging, I could taste his load and my girl’s pussy at the same time.

Great day to spend a Sunday! Had the pleasure of putting smiles on all the guys who stopped by today with my last one just leaving about ten minutes ago! 🙂 STILL horny too! Uggggggggh

Chapter Four: Good Boy Daniel came stumbling out of the bathroom with Tommy, dazed smile on his face. “How we doing?” Trevor asked his brother. Tommy smiled, “Oh he’s feeling no pain…” Trevor walked over to the boy and snapped his fingers in his face, “How you doing stud?” His eyes focused on Trevor’s face, and he made a face, “I don’t like you.” Trevor smiled, “Yeah but I am loving you…” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white cracker, “Stick out your tongue…” Daniel seemed confused by the command but slowly stuck his long tongue out…Trevor placed the wafer on it. “Ok now suck…” He watched as the boy followed the instructions and let it dissolve in his mouth. “What was that?” John asked in concern. “It’s called a communion wafer, basically it’s a low level of scopolamine with a little Molly to help it along,” when John’s eyes grew wide Trevor chuckled, “It makes him more agreeable, calm down…I want this stud to be safe as much as you do.” John glared at him, “You have a fucked up definition of safe.” Trevor took a step and got in the man’s face, “And you got a fucked up hardon for your son…you really want to start throwing rocks in that glass house John?” John blanched and dropped his gaze. “Tommy, get him dressed, our last client is close.” The younger brother nodded and tossed a pair of nylon gym shorts to the jock, “Put them on stud.” Daniel looked at the shorts, “I don’t have any underwear.” Tommy grinned at the teen, “I know, put them on.” Daniel pulled the shorts on. His huge cock made an obscene bulge in the tiny shorts. Tommy walked over and squeezed it, “You look so hot…” Daniel moaned slightly, “Not a fag…” he whimpered as his cock throbbed in the stranger’s hand. “Sit down and be a good boy,” the younger brother ordered and was pleased to see the teen follow his instructions, the wafer was kicking in. Tommy walked back over to the bar and stood next to his brother, “He’s ready.” Trevor nodded and looked down at his phone, “He’s coming up,” look at John, “You want this to be over? Then do not talk to his man, do not make eye contact, and under no circumstances interrupt his session. This guy pays top dollar and will make us flush and you two are free to go after this if it works out.” “I’m not going to let him hurt my son…” John said, trying to focus his words even though he himself was wasted. Trevor flashed a million-watt smile, “Johnny, he isn’t going to hurt him, if fact he is going to do you a favor.” The older man seemed skeptical, and Trevor added, “He’s going to tame your brat of a son.” Before John could ask what that meant there was a loud knock on the door. “Here we go,” Trevor said walking over to the door and opening it. John noticed that he lowered his gaze, looking down at his feet instead of at the monster of a man on the other side of the door. He was nearly as wide as the door and easily as tall, his black blazer barely fit over his massive form as he reached out and raised Trevor’s face to meet eye contact, “Hello pup…it’s been a while.” Trevor nodded, “Too long sir, please come in.” The man walked in like he owned the place, there was an aura of command about him that even in his drugged state, John could sense. He glanced once at John and moved on until his eyes fell on Daniel, sitting in the chair quietly. “Oh,” the man said softly, “He is beautiful.” Trevor stepped back as the man approached the jock. Daniel looked up at him and paused…he was used to being the tallest person in any room but as he looked up he saw this man was taller. “Stand up boy,” Alpha said with a deep voice, “Let me see you.” Daniel hesitated before standing up, feeling slightly awkward as he realized he came up to the man’s chest. The man examined him from head to toe, appreciating the way every muscle was defined and toned. “You’re quite the specimen, aren’t you?” Alpha commented, “I can tell you’ve been working on your body.” Daniel nodded, not sure what else to say. The man looked back to the brothers, “You brought me a purebred…very nice.” He went back to Daniel, his hands moving over the boy’s smooth, toned chest, trailing down to his perfect eight-pack, “Such a beautiful creature,” he said, pausing at the jock’s waistband. Daniel felt his body shiver from the touch as the man hooked two fingers under his shorts, “We are going to have such a night…” Daniel felt a faint pang of apprehension, but the drugs made it feel like it belonged to someone else as the man walked around him, hand moving across his broad back and down to his pert ass, squeezing the cheeks through the thin nylon of his shorts. “Take these off, boy” he ordered sharply. Daniel hesitated only momentarily before reaching down to pull his gym shorts off and expose his perfect body. He could feel the heat from the stranger’s stare burning into his flesh as he stood naked before him. Alpha took a step closer, running his hand up Daniel’s leg and tracing it along Daniel’s inner thigh. He let out a soft moan when the man’s fingers brushed against his hardening cock. “Look at you pup…such a cock like this is magnificent,” he said slowly stroking the swollen tool, “You are destined to be a stud…” the man leaned in and lick the boy’s ear and Daniel whimpered as he began to melt. The man stood behind the jock, one hand wrapped around his trim waist, the other working up and down the length of his massive cock, “Relax, give yourself to me,” he whispered sensually in Daniel's ear. “I will keep you safe pup.” Daniel closed his eyes, feeling himself submitting easily to the stranger's demands. Alpha continued teasing him, grinding his hips against the boy’s smooth ass. “You know you want it, don't you?” he whispered again, “I can smell your arousal.” Daniel bit his lip, trying to suppress the sounds escaping him when the man pushed him onto the plush carpet. Daniel looked up as the man began to strip, taking off his jacket and revealing the tight, oxford shirt under, button by button he revealed a barrel chest that was covered in a light matt of hair, a set of thick abs that narrowed into a pair of gum gutters that made Daniel swoon. This man was in incredible shape for any age but for a man over 40, he was flawless. Daniels's admiration slowly melted into reluctant lust as the drugs seeped deeper into his brain, “Undo my belt,” the man commanded, small smile on his face. Daniel reached up with trembling hands and undid the man’s leather belt, revealing a pair of black Derek Rose boxer briefs. “Now my shoes.” Daniel looked down at the Gucci loafers and slipped them off the man’s feet. “Now my pants.” The slacks slid down two tree trunks of legs, the man stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Daniel looked up at the specimen of a man and felt nothing but awe at what he saw. His eyes fell to the bulge in the man’s boxers, and he stopped breathing for a moment as he saw an insane bulge coiled in the pouch…he was soft, but the man was obviously hung. “Do you like what you see pup?” Daniel nodded automatically, unable to stop staring. The man seemed to notice Daniel's attention to his crotch and smirked, “Touch it,” he commanded firmly. Daniel hesitated, his eyes wide as he looked up at the man. “Go ahead, pup,” he growled, leaning in close. Daniel gulped, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as he slowly reached out, carefully touching the massive bulge hidden beneath the boxers. He gasped softly, unable to believe how large it was. Like with his height, the teen jock was used to having the biggest dick in any locker room. He had lorded his cock over others, made them feel small and weak…and now as he rubbed the man’s hardening cock Daniel felt all of that and more. He knew who was in charge here and it wasn’t him. As if to underscore that point, the man pulled down his briefs, releasing his massive cock. Daniel stared, his mouth dropping open involuntarily as he saw the most enormous erection he had ever seen. It must have been ten inches long and it was thick, fat, veiny, and throbbing. The sight of it made Daniel’s own cock stand up hard and strong. The man watched the boy stare, smiling…he had seen this so many times before. Cocky, arrogant boys playing at men…thinking they knew anything. But as he stroked his cock, he watched the boy follow his movements like a hawk and knew…this one wanted to be owned. "Come here, pup," he commanded, his voice sending a thrill down Daniel's spine. The jock obeyed, crawling towards the beast, his own cock slapping against his tight abs as he moved. "Look at me," Alpha said, pulling Daniel’s gaze away from his cock. He cupped the boy's chin and tilted his head, forcing their eyes to meet. Daniel found himself drawn into the intense blue depths. "Tonight, you belong to me…you know that right? You are mine," he asked darkly. Daniel hesitated, unsure whether he should comply with the demand. Alpha held his chin, forcing him to look directly into his eyes. "Answer me!" he demanded impatiently. Daniel swallowed nervously, feeling his heartbeat quicken in response to the man's dominant presence. He kept reminding himself he wasn’t gay and that this was fucked up but something about the man, his presence, his aura…it made him want to comply. Finally, he dropped his gaze and said in a quivering voice. "Yes, sir," Alpha stroked the teen’s chin, “Good boy.” The praise moved through Daniel’s hard body like a narcotic, he looked back up at the man with wanting eyes… The man moved to the chair Daniel had been sitting in and sat down, spreading his legs wide. In a cheerful voice, he patted his thighs, “Come boy…come!” Daniel paused, the man was talking to him like he was a dog! The indignity of it hit his ego and he frowned…the exactly wrong thing to do. “COME! NOW!” the man snapped, and Daniel felt a stab of panic move through him as he began to move towards the man hesitantly. When he got to the chair the man indicated he was to climb on his lap. “I…” Daniel began to stammer as the reality of the moment began to sink in. The man pulled the jock up onto his lap, his ass sticking straight up, “I see we still have some discipline issues.” Before Daniel could say a word, the man’s hand came down hard on his ass, startling him. The pain shot through his body…he hadn’t been spanked since he was a child! He yelped and the man did it again, and then again. Each time he expected it, the sting increased. "Say you're sorry," the man taunted him between strikes. Daniel clenched his teeth, refusing to comply. He tried to push himself off the man's lap, but he held him firmly in place. "Say it!" the man shouted angrily suddenly, striking him harder. "I'm sorry!!" Daniel cried out, tears forming in his eyes. "Not yet," Alpha said, "But you will be," and sped up his hand, spanking the boy over and over and over. Daniel screamed, begging him to stop, but it only seemed to fuel Alpha's desire. The jock's skin reddened and burned, but the sensation of being utterly dominated was exhilarating. Each strike sent a wave of humiliation and arousal coursing through Daniel's veins. Finally, Alpha stopped abruptly, leaving Daniel panting heavily as he panted, "I'm sorry...oh god I'm so sorry..." Alpha gently caressed the boy's red cheeks, "There," he whispered softly, "That's better, now you understand who's in charge, right?" Daniel nodded weakly, his breaths coming out ragged. Alpha smiled, his expression softening. "You are such a beautiful beast," he said, observing Daniel closely. "You just need to be trained,." “Trained?” the boy asked as Alpha moved his hand lazily over his ass. Alpha nodded, “You will be given structure and a purpose…don’t you want that? Don’t you want the world to make sense?” The teen’s mind was spun, on the surface what this man was saying was insane but at the same time…it sounded so fucking good. Daniel did want all that, he wanted the world to be easier, he wanted someone to tell him what he had to do. His father never did, he ran all over him…but this man, this Alpha…he was different. Daniel looked up at the man with red eyes and nodded, “Yes sir.” Alpha chuckled softly, pleased with the boy's submission. Domination was a powerful drug and he understood the effect it would have on the young, virile teenager. The Alpha had a special fondness for these young athletes, their entire lives were spent honing their bodies to perfection, only to become completely vulnerable to their desires. Daniel was no exception; he had the potential to be an incredible boy who lived to serve. "Good boy," Alpha praised him, brushing a few strands of hair away from Daniel's forehead. "Sit up so I can see you." Daniel moved and straddled the man’s waist, that fucking insane cock sliding through his asscheeks. He felt the man’s massive hands hold him steady by his hips, “Look at you…flex for me boy…show that beautiful body to me.” At first, Daniel was hesitant, he raised his arms over his head, not sure what the man wanted. Alpha ran his fingers over the deep cuts of his abs and growled, “So fucking sexy…” The teen began to feel emboldened, flexing as he gyrated on the man’s lap. Alpha’s sounds of approval excited Daniel as he ground back onto that flagpole of a cock…putting on a show for one. He flexed his pecs, showing off years of training and dedication. Alpha ran his fingers over the pert nipples, “God, you are hot.” “Thank you, sir,” Daniel replied breathlessly, throwing his head back, groaning at the sensation of having his tits played with. "Such an eager puppy…” the man said as he watched the boy lose himself in the moment, his hands moved up the boy’s smooth back and pulled him close, “Do you want to please daddy?” Daniel arched his back, pressing his growing hard-on firmly against the man’s massive chest. He had been caught up in the fantasy for far too long. He didn’t care anymore about labels or the meaning of anything…right now he needed to please the man. "Yes Daddy," Daniel whimpered, looking up at the handsome face across from him. The man grinned wickedly, knowing full well the power he possessed over the inexperienced youth. He allowed Daniel to writhe atop him, feeling the boy's firm and toned body grind against his own. "You want more, pup?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. " “Yes, Sir," Daniel responded after a second, his breathing rapid and shallow as he realized he was riding an avalanche of lust, and he was losing control. He shifted restlessly, his ass rubbing against the stiffened cock beneath him. "Please," he pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. "Ask daddy to make you feel good," the man teased, reaching up to graze his fingertips lightly over Daniel's lips. Daniel shivered, the sensation of those calloused fingers against his sensitive skin driving him wild. His throat constricted, and he hesitated briefly, knowing he was about to commit to something he could not take back. But the desire to please this man, to gain his approval…to be seen as his… was consuming the teen, and he felt his ego start to wither inside of him. He closed his eyes before whispering, "Please, Daddy, make me feel good." The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He wrapped his muscular arms around Daniel's waist, holding him tightly against his chest. "As you wish, boy," he growled, his voice deep and husky. He pressed his lips to Daniel’s mouth and licked the boy’s lips. Daniel gasped and opened his mouth, inviting the man inside. Their tongues entwined, exploring each other's mouths passionately. Daniel's heart raced, his blood pounding in his veins. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't resist the allure of Alpha's dominance. Alpha slowly worked his way down Daniel's neck, kissing and sucking the tender flesh there. Daniel whimpered as he felt the man’s teeth gnaw at his neck, marking him, claiming the boy as his bitch. Daniel moaned as the man left hickey after hickey as Daniel had done on many a girl in the past. Alpha was marking his territory, letting the world know the jock was his and only his. The sensation drove the boy mad, and he kept his head back, silently begging the man to keep going. His hands pushed Alpha’s head into his neck harder as he writhed against the man’s cock… “Oh god…” Daniel gasped, “Oh shit…sir…oh please…” the boy whined as mark after mark was left, driving the young jock insane. Alpha stopped and looked the boy in his eyes and this time it was Daniel who kissed first, pulling Alpha’s head to his as he desperately probed the man’s mouth with his own. Their lips met with a hungry, passionate kiss as the teen's tongue danced with Alpha's, exploring every corner of his mouth. Alpha moaned softly, feeling the warm, wet intrusion deep within his soul. "Fuck yes, pup," he breathed heavily, "This is what you want, isn't it? To surrender completely?" Daniel nodded frantically, "Yes, sir," he gasped, his voice barely audible, “Please…” Alpha stood up, holding the boy as if he weighed nothing. Daniel’s long legs wrapped around the man’s waist as they walked from the chair to the bed, the man dumping the boy onto the soft surface as he began to stroke his cock. “Come here boy…puppy want a bone?” the man asked, addressing a dog again. Unlike before the tone excited Daniel and he moved to all fours and crawled across the bed towards the man’s colossal cock. Again, the teen jock felt awed by it, he had never seen a cock on par with his own, and seeing it in front of him…being offered…it was sending all kinds of signals to his brain. He knew he shouldn’t, his instincts telling him this was bad, but the lust and the desire were overwhelming him to the point where he could barely think clearly. “Worship it pup…show me how eager you are to be mine,” Alpha commanded with a smirk. Daniel hesitated; his eyes locked on the impressive member. It was so much bigger than his own cock which he had often boasted to his teammates. This cock…it was obscene, perfect, gorgeous…and his lust overwhelmed him. He lowered his head toward the pulsating member, pressing his lips against it. A soft moan escaped his lips as he tasted the musky scents wafting up from the swollen tip. Alpha placed his hands on the side of Daniel's head, guiding him as he began to suckle on the cock. The jock's eyes widened, feeling a surge of pleasure wash over him as he tasted the man's precum. "You like that pup?" Alpha asked softly. Daniel nodded, mumbling incoherently as he continued to worship the cock. "Tell me, pup," Alpha commanded, gripping Daniel's hair roughly. "Tell me how much you love it." Daniel pulled off the cock and looked up, drool dripping from his chin, “I love it, sir…I love it so much…” Alpha smiled, “You can keep pleasing me.” Daniel instantly went back to sucking on the man’s swollen cock, sucking and slurping as much of the salty nut juice he could draw from it. In the back of his mind, his former self screamed at him to stop, insisting he wasn’t a fag. But as he lovingly worked the slab of meat with his tongue he realized he was quickly losing the energy to care. All he wanted was to please him…to be seen as desirable by the man. The thought of Alpha fucking him, taking him without permission… terrified him as much as it turned him on beyond belief. And that was enough for him to ignore the warnings his mind was sending him. “Mmmmmm,” Alpha sighed, “You really are a natural slut, aren’t you?” Daniel blushed, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red as he worked the cock harder. Alpha groaned, running his big hands through the boy’s hair, his fingers tangling in the golden locks. He pulled Daniel closer, making the teen choke on his cock, his big balls slapping against the boy’s chin. He released his grip, allowing Daniel to catch his breath. "That's it, boy," Alpha cooed, stroking Daniel's hair. "Work that cock, please me the best you can you fucking whore." Daniel gulped, his mouth filled with the taste of the man's cock. He continued to work it feverishly, relishing the opportunity to prove himself worthy. Alpha took note of the jock's eagerness, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Show daddy how much you love him," he purred. Daniel let go of the base of the cock, tracing his tongue along the vein that traveled down the shaft. Alpha gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. The jock moaned softly, his voice muffled by the cock in his mouth. It was clear that he enjoyed the man's reaction. He loved hearing the groans of pleasure, feeling the warmth of the cock in his mouth. The intensity of the situation was overwhelming, but it was precisely what he wanted. He craved the attention, the validation, and the ownership that Alpha provided. The feeling of being desired, of being wanted, was intoxicating. He wanted to be claimed, completely devoured by this man. He wanted to be his personal plaything, his pet, his slut and he didn’t care who knew. “Do you want my cum?” the man asked, tugging at the boy's hair, “Do you want to swallow my load?” Daniel felt the tension rise in his gut, his heart racing as he struggled to find the words. "Yes sir," he managed to whisper, his voice trembling, “Please...” "Then beg for it," Alpha insisted, tightening his grip on Daniel's hair. The jock's eyes widened, a wave of shame washing over him. But the lustful desire burning within him drowned out any reservations he might have had. Daniel looked up at Alpha, his eyes pleading, "Please, sir, give me your cum." Alpha's grip tightened on his hair, his lust intensifying with every desperate plea. "Are you a good boy?" he growled, "Are you going to be my good boy?" Daniel whimpered, his breath coming out in ragged bursts. "Yes, sir," he managed to croak, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Say it properly," Alpha insisted, his grip tightening on the jock's hair. "I...I'm your good boy," Daniel repeated, his voice shaking with uncertainty. "Again," Alpha snapped, "Say it like you mean it!" Daniel whimpered, his throat constricting as he gathered the courage to speak. "I’ll be your good boy, sir," he finally uttered, his voice strained and weak. Alpha's grip loosened, and he smiled, "Then make me cum boy, earn my load!" Daniel nodded vigorously before greedily sucking Alpha's cock faster and harder. He savored the taste and scent of the man's cock, the texture slippery and throbbing under his eager tongue. Alpha groaned loudly, his cock swelling and pulsing in Daniel's mouth. The jock felt overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, the sheer size of the cock filling his mouth, coating his tongue with pre-cum. He wanted nothing more than to feel please the man, to earn his cum, and to make him happy. All the jock knew was that he needed to please this man, to get his praise…he didn’t care what he had to do. Daniel sucked and licked and slurped on the man’s dick with every ounce of strength he had. He had become consumed by this, needed to hear the man cum to know he had done well. “Fuck yeah,” Alpha growled, his fingers tangling in Daniel’s hair, his grip tightening as he thrust his hips into the boy’s mouth, "Harder boy...be my good boy and suck harder..." Daniel swallowed the man’s cock whole, trying to deep-throat him as he gagged. Tears rolled down his cheek as he choked on the man's cock, not caring about anything save drinking his cum. "Good boy," Alpha praised, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He gripped Daniel's hair tightly, forcing the jock to continue his frenzied sucking. Each thrust of his hips sent waves of pleasure radiating upwards, threatening to overwhelm him. He wanted to fuck the boy, claim him as his own, but he first needed to break him. "Show daddy how much you love him," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Daniel whimpered, his throat straining under the pressure. His face flushed, and tears streamed down his cheeks as he sought to appease Alpha. "Yes, sir," he mumbled between breaths, "I'm your good boy, I’m your good fucking boy." Alpha's grip loosened slightly, and he ran his fingers affectionately across Daniels's scalp. "Such a good puppy," he murmured approvingly. "Make daddy cum…earn that cum boy!" Alpha commanded the words echoing in Daniel's ears like an irresistible mantra. He throbbed in the jock's mouth, his engorged cock swollen with lust, straining for release. Daniel swallowed the length of the cock, determined to satisfy his new master. The words rang in his head, propelling him forward, fueling his desire. "Yes, daddy…" he whimpered, his voice hoarse with lust and exertion as he came up for air before going back to Alpha’s donkey dick. The word seemed to thrill Alpha and he began to slam his cock down the boy’s throat, Daniel going limp s the man used his mouth as just another hole. The jock gurgled as he was facefucked, the horror and shame were drowned out by the fact he was making his daddy happy…his own cock swollen and dripping under him as he let the man use him. His pride gone, his fear subsiding, he became enveloped in the experience. Daniel was enjoying it. His body reacted to every command, every touch as his orgasm built. He had become a slave to the man's lust, unable to deny the pleasure he derived from being dominated. Alpha held the boy's head still, pumping his cock in and out of the boy's mouth. Daniel gagged and sputtered, drool rolling down his chin as his eyes rolled back in his head. His nose was pressed against the pubic hair, causing him to breathe through his open mouth as his daddy got closer and closer to rewarding him with his cum. “Oh, I’m close pup…you have me close…you ready for daddy’s load? You ready to drink that cum?” he growled, speeding his thrusts up. Daniel whimpered, his throat convulsing with each forceful entry. His vision blurred, his mind swimming in a sea of sensations. The humiliation, the shame, and the perverse pleasure washed over him in waves. He had surrendered, he had succumbed to his deepest desires and waited for his reward. “Good boy!” Alpha roared as he started to cum, “SUCH A GOOD FUCKING BOY!” His cock began to shoot what felt like gallons of cum down the jock’s throat. His cum shot out in huge spurts that made Daniel gag even as he swallowed. Alpha grunted louder with each burst as he emptied his load into the boy’s willing mouth. Cum coated Daniel’s throat and tongue, causing him to choke and struggle to swallow. Tears streamed down his face as he accepted every drop of cum from his daddy. Finally, when he was sure he had drained the man dry, Daniel pulled away, coughing and gagging as he did so. Cum dripped from his mouth, splattering onto the bed. He wiped his mouth, the remnants of cum still sticking to his hand. Alpha watched him, a satisfied smirk playing on his face. "Did you enjoy that, pup?" he asked, his voice dripping with contempt. Daniel swallowed nervously, his gaze darting towards the door. "Y-yes, sir," he murmured, his voice quivering. "You were a good boy, weren't you?" Alpha prodded, his smug expression unchanging. Daniel nodded, filled with warmth from the praise. Alpha rolled the boy over onto his back, the jock’s oversized cock bobbing up…precum smeared over the boy’s flawless abs, “Oh…puppy want to cum?” the man asked, climbing onto the bed. He reached down, gently grasping Daniel's cock. The jock's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. The mere touch of Alpha's hand sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him. "Do you want daddy to make you cum?" he asked as he stroked the boy slowly. Daniel's cock twitched eagerly in his grasp, the boy arching his back as a shiver of anticipation rippled through him. "Please, daddy," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "I’m your good boy…" Alpha smirked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Beg daddy to play with you?" he taunted, squeezing the jock's firm erection. Daniel squirmed beneath him, his breathing erratic as he fought to maintain control. "Oh please daddy, please play with my cock…" he panted, his words coming out in broken sighs. Alpha chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on the jock's erection. "Such a beautiful boy," he said, moving his hand up and down the boy's massive cock, "Such a good puppy..." Daniel moaned and whimpered, his back arched, hands over his head as he thrust his cock into the man's hand, "Oh daddy..." Alpha watched the jock writhe under his touch as he watched the boy’s magnificent cock throb in his hand, precum covering his grip as his head thrashed from side to side…needy mewling coming from his mouth. Alpha smiled wickedly, seeing the boy submit to him. The jock was now fully committed to the man, his lustful desires completely overtaking the last vestiges of his resolve. He was utterly ensnared by Alpha's domination and the sense of belonging that came with it. Alpha's touch on his cock, gentle yet commanding, stirred feelings within him that he hadn't known existed. He found himself craving submission, desiring to be taken, to be possessed. Right where Alpha wanted him. The man’s hand sped up, “Cum for me pup, show daddy how your cock shoots!” Daniel moaned loudly, his hands pulling his own hair as he thrust up over and over, fucking the man’s hand relentlessly. Alpha smiled down at the beautiful boy, watching his handsome jock face twist in pleasure. The man stroked the cock firmly, his grip tight as he pumped Daniel towards ecstasy. “Oh god daddy…!” the boy cried out, his cock swelling in his hand, “I’m close…oh god you’re going to make me cum!” Alpha's grin widened, his eyes locked on the jock's tormented expression as his toned body shook, he felt the boy’s cock throb as more precum flowed. “Oh…oh…shit!” Daniel screamed as his cock began to shoot, ropes of thick cum flying everywhere, covering his pecs and abs, his face, even his hair. Alpha kept stroking as the cum came, Daniel’s whole body practically vibrated with his orgasm. He had never cum so hard, the man milking the boy for every drop of precious cum he had. But Alpha didn’t stop, he kept stroking the boy’s sensitive cock and Daniel began to sob, “Oh daddy! No…” “Whose cock is this?” Alpha asked, watching the boy writhe and turn under him. “Yours! Oh god, it's yours, daddy! Please…nooooo!!” Alpha kept stroking and the boy felt his body shake again, though he had no cum to shoot he felt another orgasm hit him as his mouth stays open in a quiet scream…his cock pulsed uselessly as the boy succumbed to a pleasure few men experience. Finally, as he lay there motionlessly, his chest rising and falling as his mind reeled. Alpha moved his hand in front of the boy’s mouth, “Clean up your mess…be a good boy.” Eyes still closed, Daniel meekly began to lap at the man’s fingers, cleaning his own cum off one lick at a time. When the boy was done Alpha moved next to him, bringing him close to his body, “Such a good boy,” he said embracing him. Daniel instantly wrapped his body around the man, “Thank you, daddy,” he whispered, burying his face in the valley the man’s huge pecs made. The man lovingly stroked the boy’s hair as he whispered in his ear, “Such a beautiful boy, do you know how beautiful you are?” He felt the boy nuzzle him, the words bringing him nothing but joy. As Alpha’s hand traced lazy circles on the jock’s strong back the boy was melting, murmuring into the man’s flesh how much he loved him… “Do you want to be mine pup?” the man asked, “Do you want to be my pet?” Daniel looked up, his eyes brimming with joyful tears. He just nodded, unable to form words, he was so emotional. “Do you mean that, do you swear to obey me, in return, you will be my pet, my fuckdog…I will show you such pleasure…and you will never want for anything. Would you like that boy?” The jock was silent, his mind dimly comprehending what the man was asking. He knew he should say no, there was a reason somewhere, but he couldn’t find it. All he knew was how safe and happy he felt in the man’s arms…and that he never wanted to leave. With a shaking voice, he finally said, “Yes daddy…I would like that a lot.” Alpha disengaged himself from the boy and walked over to the pile of clothes he had discarded. He pulled something out of his jacket and walked back over to the bed, “This is a symbol, put this on and you’re mine…” He held out a black leather dog collar with a silver buckle. Daniel took it, his hands shaking as he looked down at it. “Put it on pup,” Alpha said sitting next to him on the bed, “Put it on and become my puppy.” Daniel’s mind screamed at him, pleaded…his old self begged him to throw it away…reject it… But if this night had taught Daniel anything, it was he liked being controlled, he craved the structure of someone telling him what to do. As he stared at the collar all he could feel was a relief, like a great burden was about to be lifted from him…he looked up at Alpha who just smiled, “Do it.” The whole room watched with bated breath as the once cocky athlete slowly brought the collar up to his neck and placed it around his throat. Alpha leaned in, connecting the clasp behind his head. He flinched when it was clicked shut…but at the same time, he let out a deep sigh of contentment. He looked up at Alpha, eyes shining with unadorned love. “Look at you,” Alpha said with a huge smile, “Do you like that? Do you like being mine?” The jock just nodded, his mind oddly calm of thoughts. “Lay back, on your stomach, let me see that beautiful little ass.” Without an ounce of hesitation, the boy scrambled onto his stomach, reaching back, and parting his smooth ass cheeks, revealing the tiny, little jock hole hidden within. Alpha's breath caught in his throat, his cock instantly springing to attention as he eyed the boy's most private space offered freely. "You want daddy to make your little pussy feel good?" he asked, moving his hands over the boy's flawless ass. "Yes daddy," the boy replied, his voice soft and sweet. His heart raced with excitement and anticipation, knowing he wanted this, needed it... With a gentle squeeze, Alpha tickled the boy's hole, watching the pink starfish wink at him. The sight of it made his cock twitch, eager to claim the jock. "Like this puppy?" Alpha asked, his voice low and seductive. as he slipped two fingers inside the boy's entrance, spreading the hole wide. “Oh daddy!” the teen gasped as he felt the thick fingers penetrate him, “Ohh…” he sobbed as the man slowly began to finger fuck him. “Mmm…such a cute little ass,” Alpha murmured leaning in to kiss the boy’s back. He ran his fingers over the sensitive hole, caressing it as he spoke, “Feels like you’ve been waiting for this.” The jock blushed, feeling exposed and incredibly horny. "Yes Daddy," he whispered, his voice hushed and full of lust. "I'm ready..." Alpha pulled his fingers out and grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube. He turned the boy over and handed him the rubber, “Put it on me, get me ready to fuck your little jock cunt.” Daniel eagerly tore open the package, his hands visibly shaking. He carefully rolled the condom down Alpha's throbbing erection, wetting it with a generous amount of lube. The jock then positioned himself on all fours, facing Alpha's massive erection. He looked up at the man, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I'm ready, Daddy," he quietly urged, his voice betraying his excitement. Alpha kneeled behind the boy, running his hands up and down the jock's muscular legs. He kissed the jock's thighs, his lips tracing their way upward until they rested right below the boy's hole. "Ready, pup?" he asked, his warm breath wafting over the jock's sensitive skin. "Yes, Daddy," the jock responded huskily, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He was ready to be claimed, to belong to Alpha. To be his pet, his fuckdog. Alpha positioned himself between the jock's legs, aligning his cockhead with the lubed entrance. He pressed his cockhead to the jock's waiting hole and smiled, “Push back pup…fuck yourself on that cock.” Daniel closed his eyes and pushed back, feeling his hole stretch around the massive cock, he let out a groan as the head popped into his tiny hole, causing the muscles of his ass to spasm around the intruder. Alpha watched, entranced as the jock’s cock swung between his legs, pre-cum dripping down the shaft. “Fuck, you look so hot,” the man muttered, reaching down to stroke the cock, “Daddy loves your cock.” Daniel whimpered, his hole stretching further as he continued to push back onto the cock. Alpha guided himself deeper, sliding further into the jock until he was pressed up against the boy’s firm ass. “You got it,” Alpha said, stroking the boy’s cock, “You took it all…” Daniel, now on his knees, looked back at his master, “Am I a good boy?” Alpha smiled, “You are a very good boy,” he said, kissing his pet passionately. The boy moaned around the man’s mouth as he rocked himself back and forth on the massive cock. His hole stretched around the hard shaft, pulsing as it accommodated the intruder. He felt Alpha's hands on his hips, guiding him deeper onto the cock. Daniel could feel his cock slap against his abs as he was fucked. "How does it feel, good boy?" Alpha asked, his voice thick with lust. "Does it feel good to be fucked?" The boy whimpered, his hole contracting around the cock. He was completely overwhelmed by the sensation, lost in the euphoria of being fucked. Alpha pulled out slightly before thrusting back, his cock head slapping against the hole. He felt the walls of the jock's ass tighten around him, holding him captive. "That feels so good," the boy moaned, "Daddy, please don't stop." Alpha kissed the back of the jock's neck, his cock thrusting deeper with each pass, “Whose jock cunt is this? Who owns your little pussy boy?” Alpha asked. “You do, daddy,” he gasped, bucking harder against Alpha’s cock. Alpha smiled. “You are my good boy, aren’t you?” “Yes…oh yes I am,” the jock panted helplessly Alpha removed his hands from the jock’s hips, replacing them with a firm slap on the boy’s asscheeks. The jock yelped softly, his body jerking back onto the cock buried deep within him. "Tighten that cunt up, make daddy feel good!" The boy's hole squeezed around the cock inside him, begging for more punishment. Alpha grinned wickedly, his cock throbbing with lust. Every thrust sent a delicious shudder through the jock's body, leaving him weak and hungry for more. "Is daddy making you feel good?" Alpha rumbled, his cock plunging deeper with each question. The jock whined softly, his hole clamping down around the cock, unwilling to let go. "Tell daddy how good it feels," Alpha coaxed, stroking the jock's throbbing cock with renewed vigor. “Oh daddy…you’re filling me up so much!” Daniel moaned, the hand on his cock making him shake. “Filling what up?” Alpha asked, slamming his cock into the boy harder and faster as he jerked him off. “MY PUSSY!” Daniel roared as he felt himself hurtling towards an orgasm, ‘OH FUCK MY JOCK PUSSY…MORE DADDY…MORE!” Alpha pounded the jock relentlessly, feeling the boy’s giant cock throbbing in his hand, “Cum for daddy,” the man said, “Show daddy how his fuckdog cums…” Daniel let out a strangled sound as his cock sprayed cum all over the bed, his tight hole clamped down on Alpha’s monster, pushing him over the edge too. The both of them shook and trembled as they came…their minds ablaze with nothing but sexual frenzy. They both grunted and moaned, nonsense sounds coming from their mouths as they came… Finally, Daniel fell onto the bed, Alpha’s cock sliding from his well-used hole. Alpha stood up, his massive form covered in sweat as he looked down at the defeated jock. He just stood there, looking at his conquest…knowing it would be a while before he had a fuck like this again, Finally, Alpha leaned in and took the boy’s hand, “Come pup, let’s get you cleaned up.” The boy groaned as he was pulled to his feet and stumbled to the bathroom by his master. They passed the three men without a glance as if they weren’t there. “Jesus,” Tommy finally said, “That was fucking hot as shit…he broke him, he actually broke the kid.” Trevor smiled, “That’s what he lives for,” he looked at Joh, “You’re going to find yourself a much different son…a more obeying one.” John wanted to be horrified, he wanted to be incensed by what he had just seen…but the truth was his cock had never been harder. He just stared at the bathroom door…wondering what they were doing. After a few minutes, the door began to open, and everyone stared in open shock at what they saw. Alpha walked out with Daniel on a leash, the boy walked behind him on all fours, smiling as he looked around. “You are the father?” Alpha asked John. John nodded, staring at his naked son on all fours, being led by a leash. “You are a bad father, your boy craved order and discipline, if I had more time, I would train you as I have him so you will know better, but alas I am due in Germany by tomorrow.” He handed the leash to John, “He wants a firm hand, he craves it…be that man for him.” John held the leash, not sure what to do. Alpha sighed, “Learn,” and then his voice changed to a stern tone, “Boy!” Daniel looked up at him, eyes wide with love, “Take their cocks out…service them,” he said, gesturing to Trevor and Tommy. Without a seconds hesitation, the jock reached out and began undoing their pants. “He wants to be used…regularly. You may feel guilt about this but don’t…you boy wants this…need this…give it to him, often.” John watched as Daniel pulled both cocks out and began to stroke them, licking one and then the other like they were lollipops. “Look at him, look at the joy on his face…he knows he is doing as he is told…he has value. Fuck him, nightly and make sure he is used by others when he asks…and he will ask.” John just nodded as Daniel moaned around Trevor’s cock. Alpha began to dress and looked at Trevor, “You have earned your payment and more…our business is concluded.” Trevor nodded, trying not to moan as the boy worked his cock like a fucking pro. Once dressed the man pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to John, “For raising such a perfect specimen, may I see him again?” John looked at the money and realized it was a roll of thousands, he just nodded in shock as the man chuckled, “Excellent, until next time pup.” Daniel came off of Tommy’s cock, “I love you daddy!” Alpha knelt down, “And I love you pup…but he is your daddy…will you obey him?” Daniel looked up at John, face full of love, “Will you fuck me like before daddy?” John moaned as his cock throbbed, “I will baby…” Daniel stood and hugged his father, “I love you, dad…” John hugged him back, “I love you too…” he pulled the boy’s chin up to make eye contact, “You little slut.” Daniel’s cock twitched as his dad berated him and Alpha knew, the boy was in good hands. Epilogue One Trevor and Tommy waited as the man counted the money for the second time. Finally, the old mobster looked up, “Well I don’t know how you did it, but you’re flush. Congrats, you get to keep breathing.” The brothers let out a sigh of relief. The man put the money into his coat, “Next time a word of advice? Stay away from the craps, you two are far too pretty to be in this kind of trouble. Someone else would have gotten their money back in a different way.” They both nodded, knowing exactly what he meant, “We will sir, promise.” The man gestured to his men and walked out the door, leaving the relieved men to themselves. “Jesus fucking Christ,” Tommy said collapsing into the chair, “I thought we were dead.” “We were dead,” Trevor said sitting at the bar, “We got lucky.” “You call it luck,” Tommy said with a grin, “I call it planned chaos.” Trevor rolled his eyes, “Whatever, now that we got that handled, we need to figure out how to actually make some money.” Tommy smiled, “Oh I got that covered.” Trevor raised an eyebrow. “That kid is going to be a pro right?” he asked, walking over to the bar. “Sure, and?” “And…how much do you think a hot, new NBA star would pay to keep videos like this from being leaked?” he held up his phone showing the footage of Daniel through the night being fucked by the various clients. “You recorded them! Dude, you know…” Trevor began to complain. “It’s for blackmail, not to pass around. The clients will never know, and that kid will do anything to keep this under wraps. Shit you saw how much Alpha paid him, we can get some cash now…” There was a knock on the door and both of them looked over confused. Trevor got up as Tommy moved out of sight of the door. Trevor opened it and there was an older man, maybe 45 at most but he was the best-looking 45-year-old he had ever seen. Short, styled blond hair, piercing blue eyes, it was obvious in the way this three thousand Hugo Boss suit hugged his form he was in great shape. He walked past Trevor and into the room, “Do the two of you have any idea how stupid you are?” Trevor went to close the door and two other men, much younger, better looking, and in incredible shape walked in behind him. They closed the door behind them and stood in front of it. “Who the fuck…” “Silence,” the older man snapped, “You two will not talk unless spoken to, you have committed so many transgressions in the past few days that I can’t even see straight.” “Listen, old man,” Trevor said, ignoring the man’s threat and one of his men grabbed him, spun him around, and slammed their fist into his gut, taking the wind out of him. “Trevor!” Tommy cried as his brother went to the floor. The main man looked at his other man and Tommy was quickly subdued. “What did we do?” Tommy cried as the man held him fast. “Do?” the man asked turning on the younger brother, “What did you do? You took Eden material and used it against civilians AGAINST THEIR WILL!” “Oh shit,” Trevor said, realizing who these people were. Good looking, in shape, money to burn, “Sir we apologize…” The man took a step and slapped Trevor across the face hard, “I said silence!” Both brothers just stared, knowing they were in a lot of trouble. “My name is Alexnder Parker, and I am here on behalf of Eden, you two have been charged with stealing proprietary property, using it on civilians, and worst of all subverting people’s consent.” “Do we get to defend ourselves?” Trevor asked. Mr. Paker snapped his fingers and one of his men handed him a tablet, he pushed a few buttons, and then the video of Daniel getting fucked by the coach and then Alpha. “You bugged my phone?” Tommy asked, shocked. Mr. Parker handed the tablet back, “We own the cellular network you imbecile, you two have been found guilty and are going away for a long time. “Where?” Trevor asked, “You’re not a cop!” Parker smiled, “No, I’m not. Tag em.” Two sharp jabs into their necks and the brothers moaned as they passed out. The last thing they heard was, “Bag ‘em up and get a cleaning crew for the room, I’m not going to be late for my boy’s graduation for these idiots.” And then nothing. And that was the last anyone saw of Trevor and Tommy. Epilogue Two The stadium shook with the noise from the crowd, even here in the locker room Daniel could feel the excitement out there. His coach came by, “Nervous?” Daniel smiled, “Not even a little, I was born for this.” The coach rolled his eyes, “I swear kid, if you weren’t so good…” “But I am,” the jock said winking. “Ok, well five minutes,” and he walked away. Daniel pushed the airbud in his ear, “Sorry sir, I’m back.” Alpha’s voice whispered in his ear, “Everyone out here is waiting for your debut…they don’t know who you are at all do they?” Daniel felt his body react, “No sir.” “The most popular basketball player in the nation…and what are you?” In a low voice so no one else heard Daniel said, “I’m your little boyslut sir.” “Are you hard?” “Yes, daddy.” “Take it out.” Daniel felt the thrill of being caught but it didn’t last long, he had been given an order. He fished his cock out and let It hang. “You going to win this game for daddy?” The boy began to stroke his cock, “Yes daddy.” “If you win, maybe daddy takes you out on the strip and rents your whore ass out to strangers?” Daniel’s hand sped up, “Yes daddy.” “Do you want that boy, do you want to be fucked on the strip by strangers? Legs up in the back of my limo?” Daniel closed his eyes as he imagined it, “So bad daddy…” “Then cum for me then go win…” Daniel stifled a groan as he shot his load on the locker room floor, his find swimming with images of being pimped out by his daddy…again. “Alright let’s line up!” the coach screamed as Daniel put his cock away and joined the others. “Win and remember…daddy is watching you in the stands,” and then the call ended. Daniel smiled as he rushed out onto the court, thousands of adoring fans cheering… It was good to be a fuckdog.

The weeks that followed were a blur of sweat and whispered confessions, of Jay’s hands pinning Doug down as he pumped his POZ load deep inside him, only to roll over afterward and mention some other guy he needed to “service” later that week. Doug would clench his jaw, the sting of jealousy sharp as a blade, but Jay would just smirk, trailing a finger down his chest. "You should try it," he’d murmur, voice rough from coming. "See how it feels to be free around your desire." At first, Doug resisted. The thought of Jay with other men—fucking them, kissing them, letting them touch what Doug thought was his—made his stomach twist. But then there was the night Jay came over smelling like another man’s cologne, his lips slightly swollen, and instead of arguing, Doug found himself pressing Jay against the wall, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks. "You’re mine first," he growled, and Jay just laughed, low and dirty, as Doug fucked him raw against the door. Jay told him after he only ever gets fucked by POZ pigs, but who knew, maybe he had converted Doug by now. After that, something shifted. Doug started swiping through apps, hesitant at first, but the first time a stranger’s mouth wrapped around his cock in a dimly lit bar bathroom, he understood. It wasn’t about love—it was about the heat, the need, the way a man he didn’t know could drop to his knees and worship him like he was the only thing that mattered in that moment. He came home that night with his ass sore and full of cum, and Jay took one look at him, grinned, and said, "Good boy." Their dates changed after that. Jay would kiss him at the restaurant but keep his distance, his eyes flicking to his phone every few minutes. Doug would watch, sipping his whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass. "You’re not inviting me back tonight, are you?" he asked one evening, and Jay didn’t even bother lying. "Nah. Got plans." Doug should’ve been pissed. Instead, he leaned in, his voice a dark purr. "Who is he?" Jay’s smirk was all teeth. "Guy from the gym. Big hands. You’d like him." That was the night Doug realized Jay’s distance wasn’t rejection—it was an invitation. Now they were at the phase of dating where they were being introduced to each other's friends. Tonight Jay was taking Doug out to meet a couple he knew. The bar was all low lights and sticky floors, the kind of place where men didn’t ask questions before reaching for what they wanted. Jay had his arm slung around Doug’s shoulders, his thumb tracing idle circles on the back of his neck as they weaved through the crowd. "There they are," Jay said, nodding toward a corner booth where two men sat—one broad and dark-skinned, his biceps straining the sleeves of his henley, the other leaner, with sharp cheekbones and a Dutch accent that carried even over the music. Arthur’s laugh was deep, rumbling, as he clapped Jay on the back. "Took you long enough, old man." Piet’s gaze flicked to Doug, assessing, before he smirked. "This the one you’ve been telling us about?" Jay squeezed Doug’s shoulder. "Doug, meet Arthur and Piet. Guys, this is the man who’s been putting up with my shit." Doug shook their hands, trying to ignore the way Arthur’s fingers lingered just a second too long, the callouses rough against his palm. Piet’s grip was firmer, his thumb brushing over Doug’s knuckles. By the second round of drinks, Jay was pressed between Doug and Piet on the booth’s bench, his hand resting high on Doug’s thigh. Arthur was telling a story about some disastrous threesome in Amsterdam, his voice rich with laughter, but Doug barely heard him. He was too focused on the way Jay’s fingers were inching closer to his cock, on the way Piet’s knee kept brushing against his under the table. When Jay leaned in to whisper, "Knowing these guys, they'd be up for a foursome after the bar. You into that?" Jay asked. "Have you fucked with them before?" Doug wanted to know. "Yeah, they're good friends with good benefits I guess you could say," Jay smirked. Doug nodded, and Jay invited his buds over for a nightcap. The apartment was too warm, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and the musk of four men who knew exactly what they were there for. Jay kicked the door shut behind them and immediately crowded Doug against the wall, his mouth hot and demanding. "You sure about this?" he growled, and Doug moaned into the kiss, his hands fisting in Jay’s shirt. "Fuck yes." Behind them, Arthur let out a low chuckle. "Damn. He’s eager." Piet’s voice was closer, his breath ghosting over Doug’s ear. "Let’s give him what he wants, then." Clothes came off in a tangle—Jay’s shirt torn half-open, buttons scattering, Doug’s belt undone with rough hands that weren’t his own. Like Piet had a biohazard tat over his cock. Arthur had no tats, his skin too dark to show them. Both guys also sported large PAs in their cocks. He watched, dazed, as Piet dropped to his knees in front of Jay, his mouth already open, tongue flat. Jay groaned as Piet took him deep, his head tilting back, and Doug’s cock throbbed at the sight. Arthur stepped up behind Jay, his big hands spreading Jay’s ass cheeks, and Doug’s breath stuttered when he saw Arthur’s tongue—thick, dark, wet—drag up Jay’s crack. "Fuck," Doug whispered, and Jay’s gaze snapped to him, dark and hungry. "You like watching me get eaten out, baby?" Doug nodded, his own cock leaking, and Jay crooked a finger. "Then come here. Let Piet take care of you too." Piet didn’t need to be told twice. He turned, his mouth glistening, and wrapped his lips around Doug’s cock without preamble, hollowing his cheeks. Doug gasped, his hips jerking, and then Arthur was there, guiding him backward until he was sitting on the couch, Piet’s head between his thighs. Jay went and got lube and poppers and handed them around. They all huffed deeply, and there was a round of kissing, tounges exploring each other deeply. Jay straddled Piet’s lap, his back to Piet’s chest, and Doug watched, mesmerized, as Piet lined himself up and pushed inside Jay with one smooth thrust. Jay’s moan was guttural, his fingers digging into Piet’s thighs. "Fuck, just like that—" Doug couldn’t look away. Arthur’s mouth was a wet, tight heaven, his tongue swirling around the head of Doug’s cock before taking him to the back of his throat. Doug’s fingers rubbed over Arthur’s corn rows, his hips lifting off the couch, and when Jay reached for him, pulling him into a filthy, sloppy kiss, Doug didn’t hesitate. He tasted himself on Jay’s tongue, the other’s spit, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. "You’re gonna let Arthur fuck you, aren’t you?" Jay panted against his lips, his own cock slamming back onto Piet’s with every thrust. "Gonna let him fill that tight ass up just like Piet’s doing to me?" Doug whimpered. "Yes. Please—" Arthur didn’t waste time. He stood, behind Doug, his cock thick and veined, already leaking. Doug spread his legs wider, his hole aching, and when Arthur pushed inside, it was with one long, relentless stroke that had Doug crying out. Jay’s mouth crashed onto his again, swallowing the sound, and Doug could feel Jay’s cock throbbing against his stomach, could hear the wet slap of Piet’s balls against Jay’s ass. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. Arthur set a punishing pace, his hips snapping, his fingers bruising on Doug’s hips. Doug’s nails raked down Jay’s back, his own cock trapped between their bodies, leaking onto Jay’s abs. Piet’s grunts filled the room, his big hands gripping Jay’s hips as he fucked up into him. "Fuck, I’m close—" Arthur groaned, and Doug wrapped his legs around Arthur’s waist, pulling him deeper. "Do it. Cum in him." Jay commanded Arthur’s rhythm stuttered, his cock swelling, and then he was coming, hot and thick, filling Doug up in deep, pulsing spurts. "Your turn, baby," Arthur said to Piet as his cock withdrew from Doug's hole, a bit of cum dribbling down. Piet withdrew his cock from Jay's ass, came over and turned Doug towards doggie style. Arthur, guided his POZ cock into Doug as Jay watched appreciatively. As Piet gave Doug a firm fucking, Jay guided Arthur onto his back and started tongue fucking his hole. "Such a nice smooth hole Doug has, isn't it baby," Arthur muttered to Piet as Jay pushed his cock into Arthur's ass. "Jay always finds the finest ass doesn't he?" "Yeah .." Piet grunted, his fuck of Doug building up steam. "Fill him up Piet," Jay uttered, "still looks a bit innocent, but he's a slut for POZ cum." Without another word Piet's cock started pumping hus seed deep into Doug. Doug’s own orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting between them, his ass clenching around Piet’s cock as if he could keep him there forever. Behind them, Jay let out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into Arthur. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of ragged breathing, the slick slide of cum-damped skin. Piet pulled out slowly, his cock glistening, and Doug whimpered at the loss. Jay collapsed beside him on the couch, his body still trembling, and pressed their foreheads together. "You good?" he murmured, his voice rough. Doug didn’t know how to answer. His ass was sore, his heart pounding like he’d run a marathon. He could still taste Jay on his tongue, could still feel the ghost of Piet’s cock inside him and Arthur's before that. Arthur handed him a towel with a smirk, his own cock softening but still impressive, and Doug took it numbly. Jay’s fingers traced the cum drying on Doug’s stomach. "We don’t have to do this again if you don’t want to," he said quietly. "But I kinda hope you do." Doug exhaled, his body still humming. The old rules—the ones about jealousy, about possession, about what was his—felt distant now. Blurred. He turned his head, catching Jay’s mouth in another kiss, slower this time. "Yeah," he breathed against Jay’s lips. "I think I do too."

Chapter Three: Coach Daniel woke up to pure pleasure. His mind was ablaze with erotic sensations as he slowly came to consciousness…and felt Tommy’s tongue probe deep into his ass, licking at the young jock’s hole… “What?” Daniel said, moving away from the man. Tommy wiped his face, “What’s wrong stud? You get shy all of a sudden?” The jock looked confused for a moment and then the last hour came back to him and he felt his stomach lurch, “Oh god…” Trevor chuckled from the bar, “Yeah you called that out more than a few times.” Daniel felt his face burn with shame as he got off the bed and slipped on his shorts. Tommy stopped him, “Nope, go shower, wash the cum out of your ass, and put on a jockstrap…the tightest one you got.” The young jock opened his mouth to protest and then remembered he didn’t have any choice in the matter. He stormed off to the bathroom while Tommy walked over and sat down next to John, “Ok he’s gone, you can admit it.” John looked at the man, “I don’t know what you mean.” Tommy leaned forward and grabbed John’s hard cock through his pants, “I saw you watching daddy, you were into it.” He slapped Tommy’s hand away, “I did not…I was…” Trevor chuckled, “It’s ok pops, you’re on some serious drugs right now, everything should be turning you on, least of all your stud son moaning like a slut. You raised one hot motherfucker, you should be proud.” John stammered, not sure what to say when Daniel walked out, hair damp, wearing a tight, white jockstrap, barely holding his cock in place. “I am going to fall out of this!” he complained. Tommy walked over and adjusted the straps over the boy’s smooth ass, “Kinda the point stud,” he squeezed the boy’s ass, “Go put on your letterman jacket.” Daniel opened his mouth to ask why and then closed it, going across the room and putting the jacket on. Trevor walked over to him, holding out a pill, “You need a booster.” The jock looked down at the pill and sighed, he wanted to plead with the man that he didn’t want to do this, to let him go…but he knew all it would do was make him look weak. He took the pill and then washed it down with the shot he handed him. Trevor handed him a bottled water, “Drink up, this shit will dry you out…I can’t have you passing out.” Daniel downed the cold water and could feel the liquid move down his throat in the most pleasing way…he could feel the drug’s effect growing stronger. He down the bottle and tossed it aside, “So who’s next?” Trevor grinned, “This guy has one kink and one kink only, you have to refer to him as coach. That’s it, treat him like you would your coach and you’re fine.” “My coach wouldn’t be trying to fuck me,” Daniel said. Tommy chucked from the bar, “Don’t be too sure of that stud, I bet a lot of people would try if they thought it would work.” The young jock felt himself blush as the compliment hit home and then he realized what they were saying, “I’m not…” Trevor held his hand up, “…a fag, got it bud. You tell yourself whatever you need to as long as get through the night,” his phone beeped, “I need to take this.” and he walked away. John walked over to his son, “You ok?’ Daniel nodded, feeling the drugs kick in and his tension and dread begin to fade away, “As well as I can…” he looked at his dad, “Did I…did I like it as much as I remember?” He put a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, “You’re drugged son, it doesn’t mean anything.” “So that’s a yes,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “I’m not a fag…” John smiled, “I know son.” But even as he said it John felt himself look down at the massive bulge in his son’s jock…it was a thick piece of meat even soft… “Ok, showtime!” Trevor said breaking the man out of his trance, “He’s on his way up, daddy, take a seat, you ready boy?” Daniel sighed, “Do I have a choice?” Trevor paused and leaned in, “Let me bring you in on the secret kid, you always have a choice, it’s just a matter of if you decide to take them or not. Like for example, me and my brother could try to skip out on the people we owe money to, but we’d end up buried in the desert with the other guys they fucked over, or we could use you to get the money. I could choose to watch my brother get shot in the back of the head, but instead, I choose to do this. You could walk out of here, we won’t stop you, but I’ll release that video and you’d have to deal with the fallout,” he paused, “But I think you’re going to choose to do this too, right?” Slowly Daniel nodded, taking a new look at these guys he had assumed were just evil fucks. They were not much older than he was, Tommy was no older than 20, and Trevor maybe 22…Daniel had just assumed they were older because… There was a knock on the door and the moment was broken. Trevor looked at the boy, “What’s the rule?” “Call him coach.” He nodded, “You got this,” and walked over to the door. Trevor welcomed a massive man, nearly as wide as the door he crouched slightly to walk in. He smiled and shook Trevor’s hand as Daniel sized him up. He was older, maybe pushing 50, graying hair, Tony Stark beard, he was wearing a nylon windbreaker that covered his caveman-sized frame. He wasn’t fat, not at all, he was just a wall of a man. He honestly looked like every football coach Daniel had seen at school. The man walked over to Daniel, his eyes moving up and down the jock’s lean body. Daniel tried not to shiver at the inspection. The man stood in front of Daniel, “Boy.” Swallowing hard Daniel replied with, “Coach.” He smiled and nodded slightly, “Looking good, lemme see the goods, turn around.” Daniel slowly turned around, when his back was to the man, he stopped him. His large hands moved up Daniel’s smooth ass, “Nice form, when was the last time you worked glutes?” Daniel looked back at the man, “Um…last week?” He felt the man’s fingers move under the straps of his jockstrap and he shivered slightly… “Let’s go do some squats, I’ll spot you.” Daniel nodded, his mind foggy up a little as he walked towards the weights. He started to take the jacket off and the man stopped him, “Leave it on, here…let’s put some plates on.” They loaded a few 45s on the bar and Daniel got under it, bracing it on his shoulders. It wasn’t anywhere near heavy enough to need a belt so he bent his knees and lifted the bar up. Taking a deep breath he slowly went down, bending his knees… “SHIT!” he cried as he felt the man’s tongue lick his ass as he got lower. The man’s hands steadied him as he rose up, Daniel closed his eyes, knowing what was coming. He slowly went down, and he felt his cheeks part as the tongue danced around his hole… “Oh god…” he panted as he held his ass there before he realized what he was doing. He lifted the bar again, horrified to find his cock plumping up. He wanted to throw the bar off and run, but it was like Trevor said…it wasn’t the choice he was going to make. He slowly went down and again the hands spread his cheek and Daniel shivered as that tongue slid into his hole, probing the jock’s ass tentatively. The teen grunted as raw pleasure shot through his body, he stayed there, letting the older man ravish his ass with his tongue, whimpering the whole time. It was both incredibly pleasing yet strange all at once, causing mixed feelings to stir inside him. As they continued in this way, sweat dripped down onto his brow and his head began to spin, almost making him lose focus momentarily. But then something new happened - his throbbing erection slipped free from his jock strap. The man moved his hand around and began to slowly stroke the boy's massive cock as he continued to lick his hole. "Unnnhh...," groaned Daniel, barely able to catch his breath. The sensation grew more intense as the boy found himself rocking back onto the man's mouth, his cock leaking profusely. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite with blissful ecstasy, creating an indescribably arousing feeling coursing throughout his entire being. Despite feeling dizzy and disorientated, he clung desperately to the railing as he fought against the urge to collapse from sheer pleasure. The man pulled his tongue and slapped the boy's ass, "Ok, let's try some bench press." Daniel racked the squat bar and adjusted his cock. At his size there was no putting it back, so he tucked it under the waistband and laid down on the weight bench as the man put plats on either side. Daniel looked up as the man put both hands on the bar, “Ready?” Daniel nodded as he lifted the bar, again at this weight he didn’t need any help but he knew this was all theater for the man, so he went with it. As the bar went down so did coach, Daniel realized he could look up the man’s shorts and saw his insanely thick cock peeking out the side of one leg. It came close to his face as Daniel pushed the bar up, with each rep the cock hardened, until the head was a couple inches out…as the bar went down the cock lowered… And Daniel opened his mouth as it slid into him. With each push of the bar, the man would thrust deeper into the teen, moans escaping both their lips as pleasure coursed through their bodies. Every thrust became longer, harder, and deeper as the room filled with passionate gasps and animalistic growls. Daniel racked the bar as he kept sucking the man's cock, pulling himself up by the bar as he did pulls ups as he sucked the man off. “Oh, that’s it, boy,” the man growled, “You got it…you got it all.” Daniel was in a daze as he kept pulling up to swallow the beer can thick cock. Distantly he knew he should stop, he should be disgusted, but the man looked so much like a coach and the weight bench…it all put the jock at ease and he became more and more turned on by the massive cock trying to lodge down his throat. The man moaned loudly, filling Daniel's ears with sounds of pure lust. With every movement, another part of the world disappeared behind the dark curtain of desire that had descended upon them. Daniel couldn't even say how long ago he lost track of time or place anymore. Everything faded away, to him, there were only two people, flesh melding together in an unbridled dance of primal passion. The man groaned and then pulled his cock out of the teen’s mouth, “Shit…god damn boy, you’re going to make me cum!” Daniel was sickened to find his cock twitch at the thought of it. Coach stripped off his shorts, leaving himself naked, and went over to the lat pulldown station. He adjusted the weight and looked back, “This is next.” The boy stood, his long legs wobbled as he walked over to the man, he waited for the man to move from the seat and then realized…he wasn’t. The man had a bottle of lube in his hand and was greasing up his cock, he then pulled Daniel closer and spread the boy’s cheeks as he slid two fingers into him. The jock grunted as he felt his hole stretch as the lube was applied liberally. Once done he sat on the man’s lap facing him. The giant cock slid through his cheeks as he sat, the man pulled the bar down and gestured for Daniel to grab it. He reached up and took hold and the coach stopped pulling, the boy was raised as he realized the weight was way heavier than him. The cock slid up as the coach pulled the bar back down, and the cock trolled his ass again. The coach did this a few times to let the boy get the rhythm and then paused. “Ready?” Daniel nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Coach pulled the bar down as Daniel felt the cock nudge his hole, closing his eyes he pushed down as it slowly penetrated him. The jock moaned as he felt the man’s thick cock stretch his tiny, little jock hole wide. His head was thrown back as he felt half of the cock enter him before the coach raised the bar, causing the boy to rise. “Fucking shit!” Daniel cried as he felt the cock slide through his ass, then before it could pop out the coach brought the bar down, pushing back into the teen forcefully. This time Daniel felt his ass hit the man’s lap and he knew he had all of it in him. “Such a good boy,” the man said as he raised the bar, causing the boy to whimper as he was fucked slowly again. As they got comfortable with the angle, the pace increased. Daniel felt his ass becoming adjusted to coach’s girth and he felt his cock starting to harden again. Then suddenly, the man yanked down on the bar, causing Daniel to arch his back as the man rammed home. Each forceful thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through Daniel’s body. His muscles quivered involuntarily beneath the assault, and even though he knew logically what was happening, his body responded just as if he was in love with the act. The man moved with expert precision, lifting Daniel higher and bringing him back down with powerful strokes. Their combined groans echoed through the room, amplifying Daniel's excitement and increasing his desire to please, he found himself anticipating the impact and pushing down to meet it. Letting go of the bar, his arms wrapped tightly around the man's neck, seeking balance and support throughout the tumultuous ride. Each thrust made Daniel cry out in delight, his own pelvis rocking to meet the coach's motions. He pressed his hips down hard, impaling himself on that cock over and over. The pain was immense, his anal ring stretched beyond anything he thought possible, tears streaming down his face from the intensity of it all. Yet the drugs made the feeling its own pleasure – he began to crave the agony, yearned for it, wanting nothing more than to submit fully to the man savagely fucking him. Daniel was caught in the paradoxical dance of physical pain, mixed with erotic gratification. His heart raced, his blood pounded wildly in his veins, each throb of his member intensifying the torment. His mind screamed to resist, but his body gave itself over entirely, allowing the stranger to completely dominate him. “Oh yeah coach, fuck me…” he panted, “Fucking shit…right there!” The boy arched his back as he rode the man, the bar no longer needed. The teen’s smooth skin was covered with sweat as he impaled himself on that cock over and over, moaning like a common whore as he was fucked. The man grabbed onto the boy’s nipples and pinched, sending shivers running through the teen’s spine. Daniel threw his head backward, feeling like a feral creature in a rut. His cries were echoing through the room, sounding like those of an animal trying to mate. The sounds only further fueled his growing obsession with submitting totally to the dominant man taking control of him. “You like that boy? You like coach’s cock?” Daniel nodded, sweat flying from his hair, “Oh god coach…you’re so thick!” The older man chuckled, “Yeah little jock boys like you love it…come on boy, show me how much you want it…ride that cock!” Daniel slammed himself down, feeling the bull cock split him in half. The man leaned forward and began to gnaw on the jock’s neck, causing the boy to whimper and moan as he felt himself be marked, “Oh god…please coach!” The man suddenly stood up, leaving the boy impaled on his member. Daniel moaned as he felt himself be walked across the room, each step slamming that cock into him over and over. Coach slammed Daniel against the wall, fucking the boy like an animal as the jock wailed and sobbed. The brutality of the action left the athlete breathless yet still aching for more. Bloodied by his own desires, Daniel hungered after the pain, reveling in its harshness, begging for release that eluded him. The older man's rough handling brought forth deep groans from Daniel, driving the younger male into maddening arousal. Both their breaths quickened as their movements grew more frenzied, mirroring the chaos inside Daniel's turbulent mind. He was screaming at himself to stop this, but his hands clawed at the man’s back as he felt that cock own him. He had never felt such passion before, not with any girl, he was breathless as the man owned him completely. He shoved his whole length into the teen and moved forward to kiss him. Without hesitation, Daniel kissed him back, like a slobbering puppy he was desperate for the man’s affection and would do anything for it. As their tongues tangled together, hands grasped at each other feverishly, exploring every curve and edge of their respective bodies. Meanwhile, Daniel continued to impale himself on the man's monster cock, taking each stroke eagerly. "That's my good boy," said the coach approvingly, as they broke apart briefly. "You want coach to fuck your properly?" He asked playfully, squeezing one of Daniel's pecs possessively. “Please coach…please…” Daniel sobbed. The man walked Daniel over to the bed, making sure that cock never left the jock’s hole. As they fell onto the bed Daniel gasped as he felt the coach’s full-length slam into him, causing sparks of light to flare in his vision. The pain was excruciating, a sharp burning sensation coursed through every fiber of his being. Despite this, his insatiable appetite compelled him to take more, driving the coach into deeper delirium. Desperate to reach some kind of zenith, he clung to the man, both of them writhing and squirming underneath the weight of need and ecstasy. As the coach fucked the boy he reached down to the donkey-sized cock that was rubbing precum over his eight-pack. Daniel gasped as he felt the coach start to stroke him, “Look at my boy’s cock, why did God give you such a big cock boy? Why when you have such a tight little jock cunt?” Daniel couldn’t speak as he wrapped his long legs around the man and pulled him into his ass, needing every inch of his enormous cock. All he knew was pleasure as his thoughts burned, no more hesitation, no more denial, he slammed back onto the cock, wanting this to never stop. “FUCK ME COACH! FUCK YOUR GOOD BOY!” Daniel screamed as his toes curled, his balls beginning to tingle. The man sat up, pulling Daniel up with him, the full weight of the jock slamming him down onto the cock. Daniel felt the cock slam his clit one time too many and he let out a wail as his cock erupted with cum. “CUMMING!” Daniel cried as thick ropes of cum shot up, coating his chest and abs with his load. The man roared as the teen’s tight little cunt squeezed his cock and his load flooded his guts. In the middle of his orgasm, he felt the warmness of the man breeding him and began to shoot even more. His legs shook as he milked the bull cock for every drop of milk it had. The man collapsed on the jock, and they lay there, covered in sweat and cum. Daniels embraced the man, holding him close as his cock slowly slide out of his ass. When the man looked down at him Daniel moved up and kissed him, needing more, wanting more from him. They made out for a while, Daniel relishing the feel of the man’s weight on him. Finally, he pulled back, “Shit kid…you’re going to give me a heart attack.” Daniel moaned as he felt the man stand up, the cock sliding out of his hole. He felt empty and alone…he lay on the bed…moaning. John watched Tommy move over to the bed as the man and Trevor exchanged money. He saw his son pull Tommy down on top of him, kissing him passionately as he pulled his clothes off. Eventually, they were both naked, writhing on the bed as Tommy spread the young jock’s legs and began to fuck him. Trevor walked the man out and closed the door, “Hey man, we still have one more client, don’t stretch him out!” If Tommy heard his brother, he didn’t show it, slamming his cock into the boy as he held those ridiculously long legs apart, fucking the jock like he was a bitch. Daniel moaned, his head trashing back and forth as he whimpered, pushing his muscled ass back onto the man’s cock, needing more and more cock… Finally, Tommy groaned as his body trembled, emptying his balls into the eager stud. Daniel, feeling another load dumped into him cried out as he came, his gigantic cock erupting like a volcano over his smooth chest. John just stared as they both lay there, kissing, limbs entangled as they consumed each other. Trevor nudged John, “Don’t be sorry dad, you can clean up after the last one.” “Wha…no! I don’t…” Trevor cupped his hand over the man’s hard cock and winked, “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter dude, you’ve been in that ass and you want back in. No one here is going to judge.” John looked at his son, “He might.” Trevor watched the boy and his brother kiss and chuckled, “Somehow I doubt that.” As Tommy pulled the kid to his feet and led him to the bathroom, John had to wonder if the man was right.

************** 2 *************** Prior to attending I had received instructions on how to prepare myself. They were fairly basic. 'Shower thoroughly and douch. Attend promptly at the allotted time. Read the contract thoroughly and make sure you fully understand your obligations and the consequences. If you agree with the details contained in the document, sign it. When you have done so and are ready to proceed knock on the door of the specified room number (this will be sent via text 30 minutes before you attend) at hotel mutually agreed between us. I reached for the pen. My hand was still shaking, infact my whole body was shacking. My heart was beating fast. I felt hot and was sweating profusely. My head was spinning and my breathing laboured. I also felt incredibly horny. I filled in my name and signed the contract then knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door was opened and I stepped across the threshold and into my new life. Immediately behind the door was a small entrance hall and a door that lead to the main part of the room. This door was closed. A tall thin man stood infront of this door. He was wearing a black mask that covered most of his face with just holes for his eyes and mouth. He also wore a bathrobe, obviously supplied with the room with the hotel logo on the breast pocket. Now I was even more nervous. God what the fuck was I doing. I handed him the completed contract which je glanced at and said "Strip, everything off" i was in such a state I couldn't even reply but, I did as I was told. I removed my T-Shirt first then kicked of my shoes and dropped my trousers. Then slipped off my underpants. Now fully naked, I felt extremely vulnerable. Beneath his robe I saw his cock begin to rise. Although I could see little of his face I could see his eyes were smiling. Then he turned and opened the interior door. Inside I could just make out five other men even though the room was almost completely dark, with extra thick blackout curtains placed over the rooms standard fitted curtains. All the men were naked apart from masks similar to that of the man who had met me at the door. They were mostly slim or skinny and all had erections. They looked in my direction and all walked slowly towards me. The man who had met me had slipped off his robe and approached me from behind. His hands ran over my buttocks and then between the crack of my arse. He put one arm around me and with the other hand began to rub a finger aroumd hole. I was still shaking, almost uncontrollably. One of other me infront of me said "Calm down and relax, this is what you wanted. What you've dreamed of. It's going to happen" The man behind said "Whether you still want it or not" All the others gave soft laughs. I was unbelievably horny now and ready to submit my body to all of them but, that didn't stop me from shaking. I said "I do want it. I want this more than anything. Please poz me" The men surrounded me and began feeling every part of my body. Hands and fingers touched my neck, chest, stomach, cock balls and even explored my face and mouth. The man behind me pushed a dry finger into my hole then replaced it with two fingers, stretching my sphincter and grazing the soft delicate flesh of my rectum. One of the men said "I love fucking neg guys, its as good fucking a virgin" The others made sounds that said they agreed. Two men the grabbed my arms and pushed me forward onto the bed. They got onto the bed either side of men and held my arms tightly. Two others grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. I had no intention of struggling or trying to stop what was about to happen but, it felt good. Another grabbed my head and shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breath deeply while placing his other hand over my mouth. At the same time I felt the last man behind me. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. The feeling in my whole body was intense. My cock was dripping precum. My head was swimming. This is it. Fuck I want this so bady. At last its really happening. These men are going to fuck and breed me with their poz seed. I will be poz. Suddenly the man behind rammed his cock deep inside me, tearing my sphincter and pushing his cock right upto the hilt as far as he could. The pain was horrendous and I cried out. But, he didn't stop. He began rimming his tool in and out of me. Now I understood why the other men were restraining me. I was trying to struggle but was totally at their mercy. As he fucked me his skinny torso lay flat ontop of me. The other men were quietly edging him on, encouraging him to poz me. "Go on fuck him, give him that poz load" "Yeah, infect him, he wants it" As he continued to fuck me my hole stretched to accommodate him and slowly it became less painful and just uncomfortable. And after a few more minutes it began to feel fantastic and I willed him to keep fucking me and even fuck me harder. I knew his pre-cum was already in my bloodstream but, knew it probably wouldn't be enough to successfully convert me. I wanted his poz cum load as deep in me as possible. He had been fucking me for at least ten minutes when his breathing changed a he began making grunting noises. I could feel sweat dripping off this body onto my back. Someone said "Fuck yes, this is it, your getting it" Another said "Oh yeah give it to him, fuck yes" Then the final thrust as he pumped is poz load into was delivered as hard and deep as he was able. This was followed by further short deep pumping actions as he emptied his balls of poz seed directly into my now ruined body. I had never felt so good. I felt like I had been reborn although in some my body was no longer my own. It belonged to the seed, the poz bug that was now living inside me. ********To be continued ********

The night air was cool as Doug walked with Jay towards his apartment his heart pounding with anticipation. He had been looking forward to this moment since their last encounter. Now after another very pleasant dinner date (less interrupted by texting than before), Doug was hoping this time he would be invited inside, the memory of their last kiss still fresh on his lips. "Hey, come on in," Jay said, stepping aside to let Doug enter the building. He then led Doug by the hand into the elevator and up to his floor. He opened the door to to his apartment and ushered Doug inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting a warm light over the room. The scent of Jay's musk was intoxicating. Like Doug, Jay obviously did not use any scent besides his own. Doug felt a shiver run through him as he took in the familiar yet exciting surroundings. "Thanks for having me over," Doug said, his voice slightly trembling. He could feel the tension building between them, the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the air. Jay poured them both a drink, the clink of the glasses breaking the silence. They chatted for a while. "So, here we are" he said, handing Doug a glass. They chatted for a while about this and that, after which Jay asked how the week since they met had been for him. "It was good," Doug replied, taking a sip. The alcohol burned slightly, grounding him. "Just been thinking about our last date a lot." Jay smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh yeah? What about it?" Doug felt his cheeks heat up, but he held Jay's gaze. "Just how much I enjoyed it. How much I enjoyed... you." Jay's smirk widened, and he took a step closer to Doug. "I enjoyed you too, Doug. A lot." He reached out, his fingers brushing against Doug's cheek. "I think we both know where this is headed, don't we?" Doug nodded, his breath hitching as Jay's fingers trailed down his neck, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Yeah, I think we do." Jay's expression softened, and he took a deep breath. "Before we do, there's something you should know. I'm HIV positive." Doug's heart skipped a beat, but he nodded, understanding the weight of Jay's words. "I'm not, but it's cool with me that you are." Jay's eyes searched Doug's, looking for any hint of hesitation or fear. Finding none, he smiled softly. "Okay then..." Doug leaned in, his lips meeting Jay's in a soft, tender kiss. It was a promise, a seal of their mutual understanding and desire. Jay responded eagerly, his hands tangling in Doug's hair as he deepened the kiss. Doug moaned softly, his body pressing against Jay's, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said, his voice husky with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He followed Jay into the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. The room was bathed in soft light, the bed inviting and promising pleasure. Jay turned to Doug, his eyes dark with lust. He reached out, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Doug's shirt, revealing the lean muscles underneath. Doug's hands trembled slightly as he reached for Jay's shirt, pulling it over his head. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the biohazard tattoo under Jay's navel, a symbol of his status and his openness about it. It was a turn-on, a testament to Jay's confidence and comfort in his own skin. Jay smirked, noticing Doug's gaze. He chuckled, his hands moving to Doug's pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. Doug stepped out of them, his cock already hard and straining against his underwear. Jay hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down as well, freeing Doug's cock. It sprang out, thick and long, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Jay's eyes darkened with desire, and he dropped to his knees, his lips wrapping around the head of Doug's cock. Doug gasped, his fingers tangling in Jay's silver hair as he was enveloped in the warm, wet heat of Jay's mouth. Jay's tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and tasting, before he took more of Doug's length into his mouth. Doug moaned, his hips bucking slightly as Jay's mouth worked magic on his cock. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his stomach. But Jay pulled back, his lips leaving Doug's cock with a soft pop. "I want to see your ass," Jay said, his voice rough with desire. He stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's chest, his stomach, before hooking into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them all the way down. Doug stepped out of them, his ass bare and exposed to Jay's hungry gaze. Jay's fingers traced the curve of Doug's ass, teasing and tantalizing. He leaned in, his tongue swiping over Doug's hole, making him gasp and shudder. Jay chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through Doug. He reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small vial of poppers. "Here, take this," he said, handing it to Doug. Doug took it, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it and took a deep inhale. The rush hit him almost immediately, his body relaxing, his hole loosening. Jay's tongue swiped over his hole again, and Doug moaned, the pleasure intensified by the poppers. Jay stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's back, making him shiver. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He turned around, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he bent over, presenting his ass to Jay. He heard the sounds of Jay applying lube to his cock and then to Doug's hole. He could feel Jay's cock, hard and thick, pressing against his hole. He was grateful there had been no discussion of condoms. Jay pushed in slowly, his cock stretching Doug's hole, filling him inch by inch. Doug gasped, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady sensation. Jay's cock was thick, stretching him in a way that made his toes curl. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock sliding deeper into Doug's ass. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Jay groaned, his hips starting to move, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's ass. Doug moaned, the pleasure building with each thrust. He could feel Jay's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Jay moved Doug through a number of different positions. While on his back, Doug couldn't help staring at Jay's biohazard tat as he thrust into him. Doug had been fucked by poz undetectable guys before, in fact that's mostly who he got fucked by these days however infrequently that was. But he hadn't been fucked by a guy with an overt poz themed tat. It definitely added to the arousal. Their ultimate position was back to doggie style. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Doug could feel the pleasure building, his cock throbbing with need. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking it in time with Jay's thrusts. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, his body trembling with the need to cum. Jay's cock was hitting that sweet spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock head sliding into Doug's second ring. Doug gasped, Jay's cock was stretching him in a way that made him see stars, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. "I'm getting close," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Where should I cum?" Doug moaned, his body trembling with need. "Inside me, if you want" he gasped, his fingers stroking his cock faster, his body throbbing with need. "Oh, I want" Jay groaned, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel Jay's cock throbbing, his cum filling him, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slowing as he emptied himself into Doug's ass. Doug then started jerking himself, turned on by the raw cock still in his hole and the cum it had deposited there. He gasped, his own cum spilling over his fingers, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. Jay's fingers traced down Doug's chest, his stomach. "That was hot," he said, his voice soft and tender. Doug nodded, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yeah, it was." They lay there in silence, the weight of what they had just shared hanging heavy in the air. Doug could feel Jay's cum dripping from his ass, a reminder of their intimate connection. He felt a sense of contentment, a sense of rightness that he hadn't felt in a long time. But as he lay there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense of longing for more. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "I should probably get going," he said, his voice reluctant. Jay nodded, his fingers tracing down Doug's cheek. "Yeah, I guess so." Doug stood up, his body still trembling slightly as he pulled on his clothes. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "Thank you for tonight," he said, his voice sincere. Jay smiled, his eyes warm and affectionate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice soft and tender. Doug walked out of the apartment, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the night air on his skin, the cool breeze sending shivers down his spine. He made his way home, walked into his apartment and collapsed onto his bed, his body still trembling, his body spent and satisfied, but his mind filled with thoughts of Jay and particularly sex with Jay.

About 20 minutes ago. FB wild man. He loves me giving Him oral and fucking him every time now, but me fucking him seems more like foreplay? He doesn't have that bottom craving to receive my orgasm or seed, so i think that's how i've been able to keep it going. It's like i get Him at a fevered pitch where He needs to cum, then i whisper in His ear and ask Him to breed me. He has so much muscle, and i'm a tall slender guy, i feel completely subdued under Him as He alternates between gentle and pounding... and when He pounds, it's whole body. He does these various holds while He's fucking, and they have a similar controlling effect. i asked Him about it today and He smiled and told me: "yeah, i like control." He's a quiet, polite Guy, very unassuming, the way He takes possession is incredible to me. Then, as soon as He cums, He is out and up and in my shower lol.

Laboratory at Berghain I attended Naked Night on a Thursday. Doors were open between 21:00 and 23:00 but I arrived around 22:00 and as other reviews had suggested, the queue was around the block however, I made it inside by around 22:40. During those 40 minutes I spent queuing, the nerves almost got the best of me a few times. Would I make it in? Was I dressed appropriately? Did I smell too clean? There is a sign that states no drugs, no perfume. The intrigue about what could be inside kept me in the queue, and I eventually made it in without issue. I had read many reviews and Reddit articles but nothing quite prepares you for being there and feeling the energy. I've never seen so many naked men in one place of all shapes and sizes (although mostly White) and there were people fucking, everywhere! I estimate well over 300 guys were in attendance. Most of the play areas were public but there were dark corners and walkways that people were also playing in. I was looking for a particular area that after doing a few laps, I found, almost shining as a beacon guiding me toward the more extreme end of my fetishes, piss. Wearing only knee-high socks and trainers, I brushed past a few guys standing at the top of some stairs leading down to a wet room. I could feel eyes on me as I descended into an area the size of a small garage. The walls and floor were covered in the same off-white tile and a few areas to perch had been built into the walls. As soon as I sat down my cheeks were soaking but I barely noticed the cold wet tile pressing against me as I looked up in bewilderment. A metal grate acted as the roof of this room. Standing in a room naked, looking up through a metal grate eagerly awaiting what was to come was a very liberating and submissive feeling. I felt like I was standing right where I belonged. The anticipation grew as I stood there waiting wondering if I had attended the wrong night but after 10 minutes or so a guy walked in and began to piss. His hot liquid covered me, splashing off my face and trickling down my body. It was as if after he finished, he went out and told other guys there was someone down there because groups of guys began to flood the room above me and within 20 minutes I was soaking. I stayed down there for close to an hour before heading for the showers and then into the darkness to enjoy the rest of my night in Lab. It was an unforgettable experience and a club that I hope to visit again in the future, especially one of their Yellow Facts nights.

Just was part of an awesome orgy. I got to top six guys and then I was passed around as a bottom (I lost count). I dropped a few loads into some tight holes and then I had to have gotten at least 7 or 8 loads dumped in me. So fucking hot! Got a couple a loads down the throat. The last guy to blast down my throat had this musky scent to his balls and he didn’t take long to unload. He kept arching his back as I sucked and sucked. He pumped three or four times; such a sweet flavour.

My first top was 55, I was 21. After we started fucking we were together most Saturday nights and a few week nights every week. I liked the age gap. He was far more experienced and willing to take it slow and teach me. He was also a bit kinky. We had a few threesomes where he would watch me get bred. He let me pop an 18 year old cherry before he slid his 9.5 inch cock into the kid and bred him a second time. One of the kinkiest was when I stopped by one evening and his neighbor was there, she was using his computer. He walked up to me, kissed me and grabbed my cock. Just as she walked into the room. He looked at her and said see I told you he wouldn't mind if you watched. So we spent the next few hours fucking and cumming inside each other while she watched and fucked herself with a dildo

I think this is the pivotal difference between those who pozzed 25 and more years ago to those who poz today. It isn't a death sentence anymore.

Damn. - where is this truck stop?

Thinking abut hosting a gloryhole in between work calls. How many hard cocks can a hungry hole get mid-week?

Didn't there used to be a website called "rate my blowjob" or something like that? It was a sight where you could sign up and list yourself as a cocksucker and give the guys you sucked a code and they could then go an rate your blowjob. I think that's how it worked. Anyway, does anyone know of a website that does that? Or is there any resources online that might have a good checklist that covers different aspects of a blowjob that you might not just think of off the top of your head?

My Boy Drew’s dad walked in on us when I was sitting back on the couch and Drew was between my legs sucking my cock. he couldn’t have picked a better time. I was close and I grunted “I’m cumming son, swallow my fukkin load” I shot my load in Drew’s mouth as his dad looked on.

t4 AthWhore’s note: If you have reached this point you delt with my admin and medical shit. And that is not the half of it, I also bruised a rib dropping a bike. However, I am back up on the typing pony. I am but a sock puppet for these characters, but I do rather enjoy an arm up my ass. I baited you here with a promise of sex. I try to never break a promise, so enjoy the ride. … continued …”I was working my way up for another beer, got it, drank about half down and then - it happened. The cup was just coming down and I noticed an especially enticing chest with ripped abs and a treasure trail, but then I noticed its owner was looking back right at me, and I dropped my beer. I ducked down to fetch the cup to a couple of ‘hey watch it’ exclamations from guys who had been splattered. I remained ducked down cursing. Surely it was the beers and the rail drink, I slowly rose up and he was gone in the crowd. That is when I felt the tap and a loud voice that could be heard over the music. “Hey Marine, cum here often”? It was Andy. Fuck!”… Nothing in the Boot Camp Crucible had prepared me for this obstacle. Nothing in my education, training, experience, knowledge (not quite the same as education), or disposition had prepared me for hole I had dug for myself. I had thought I might be gay for a long time, I had realized I must be gay after talks with my Uncle, but I had been a practicing gay for only a few days starting with the loss of my virginity. I had no understanding of what my expression might be signaling to Andy or any other drinkers showing off their flesh. I was looking at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was there waiting for the dude to jump out and say smile you’re on candid camera! I was waiting for the GOTCHA! Andy was looking a little apprehensive, not like a predator who had captured its prey. In fact, his expression looked like my emotions felt – sheer startle! “This isn’t a setup”? I asked. “Dude, I mean Corporal, Don’t Ask Don’t Tell has not been reinstated as far as I heard, and far be it from me to suggest that a Marine who is senior to me is slow, No disrespect intended - but I thought you said the Navy had reported that you had survived your head injury? He was laughing now; his concern had vanished like a puff of smoke. Andy was right, I was slow. You mean… Yes sir, what are the chances two gay Marines from the same unit, the same barracks, and the same barracks room who sleep together but have never had sex with each other would show up here on shirtless men drink free night? Pretty damned likely I’d say! After a little bit absorbing the bizarre pill that I had just taken I realized I was laughing, Andy was laughing. A lot of things were suddenly funny. I told Andy he had made me drop my beer and that was funny. He said, “Well let’s get two more”! And we wormed to the bar service area through the man-flesh. Refueled and lubed with beer, we wormed over a bit to the wall. We were looking at each other, we both started to speak but aborted when they saw the other was starting to speak. The noise was incredible. For Vets who had PTSD, noise was sometimes a trigger, but I was not hearing a thing. I was falling into Andy’s Hazel Green Eyes. I was admittedly new to gay sex and for the last few days had thought I had experienced love. Up the ass it was true, but how was I to know? I was realizing my understanding of love was a … total misunderstanding. I kissed Andy. A press of the lips turned into a Frenching, which turned into him trying to suck the tongue out of my head. It looked like he was experienced at this, I tried to keep up learning along the way. I did not realize until it was over that this was my first man-kiss. Time was suspended only to come crashing back with an announcement that it was 11 O’clock, and making a few other burps of noise that we totally ignored. It was only as the dance music started, and crowd movement changed that we were brought back into this reality. Andy was taking charge since his stunned Corporal was still a little out of it. “Follow me Mike, let’s do a Head Call. Follow me and keep close”. Andy started moving through the crowd with me following in his wake. There was of course a line, but it seemed to be going fast enough. He looked behind me and said, “Flagging Right Pocket Blue I see”? “Flagging”? I responded. Andy came back with a question - “How long have you been at this if I might ask”? After a pause where I had to backtrack my calendar of impossible and improbable occurrences I replied back “five”. “5 what”? “Five Days”. He looked at me like I was pulling his leg, kept an eye on my frank expression. “Do you play poker”? “No” I replied, “this is not a bluff”? He stared at me intently. OK, you got me, you are either a master bluffer or you’re telling me the truth”. The line was at the door to the head, lets piss. The Head was cramped, and I so wanted to touch Andy but not in this place. I curbed my desire with glances and concentrated as well as I could on pissing before I got a hard on. It was already stiff from before and I had a stream like a fire hose and the pain of urination with a hard on was brutal. A thought occurred from Boot Camp Hygiene class or was it the Clap? Damn! I had not checked for messages from the clinic. When we were both finished, we squeezed out of the Head and went down the back stairs. Andy pointed to a picture frame with an old lithographic rendering. “That’s the old Trolley system going under Dupont Circle, my Grandfather said it was one of the cruisiest places in DC back in the day”. He continued “You want a pint or a rail drink”? I ordered a Blue Moon. Eventually Andy asked, “so you are freshly hatched, anybody I know”? “Unlikely” I replied. “OK, dish, who got your Cherry”? “You will keep it to yourself”? I hesitated and evaded but Andy finally got me to admit “The guys under the overpass”. “WHAT? Were you assaulted”? As I shook my head and looked down “You lost your Cherry to the TROLLS”? I just looked at him realizing what a mistake I had just admitted to and turned to leave. He grabbed me and I aborted my automatic physical response when I saw his expression had fallen into concern then horror as he realized his mistake. “Sorry Mike, really! But please realize that was quite a revelation. I don’t doubt it, who would say it if it were not so?” I squeezed my eyes shut; this could not possibly be happening. Andy said, “Let’s have another round”. As the night wore on and we drank more, we were both lit when Andy asked me: “Can I ask a few more questions”? My glance showed nothing suspicious, just concern so I nodded. “Have you been tested and gone on PEP? I nodded and said “yes, and then added, HIV Negative so far, and I have been afraid to look at the other results. They should be on my phone”. Andy digested this and said, “I’m not writing a log or anything but 12 guys seems to be a busy week”. “Weekend I corrected” Andy’s eyebrows rose but after my last reaction he changed the subject slightly. “Back to our earlier conversation, flagging Blue in the Right pocket means you are the Catcher, the Bottom, or if those terms are unfamiliar the Receiver who likes to get fucked”. I replied, “it is just my beach ditty bag”. “Well, you seem to be a prodigy knowing without learning, though this seems to simply be luck on your part. So, if you had a dozen cocks up your ass 5 days ago, I surmise your ass might be hungry for more”? I asked, “you want to take this back to the Barracks”? “Depends, Andy said, are you a screamer”? My blank look answered his question. “Best to not risk it Andy continued. Check your phone for your results please”. I looked at the message, but it was Greek to me. “May I” Andy Asked. He continued summarizing “HIV Neg but that can take weeks or more to trigger a stage called seroconversion and that is unlikely if you keep up with your PEP. Negative for the rest of the regular list, which leads me to my next inquiry – would you like to get some tonight”? “How, where”? I responded. “DC Still has a Bath House. Finish your beer”. We left down a different alley from the one I had used approaching the bar and zigzagged around to a traffic circle and turned again on 14th. He went into the CVS and grabbed 4 bottles of water, paid and once we got outside, Andy said “chug a bottle but keep the empty. DC used to be the capital of bathhouses excepting NYC. Shit there used to be one a block from the Whitehouse, The Olympic Baths. The seedy ones and the really naughty clubs were over by the far end of the original Navy Yard property where Nat’s Park is now. Grandad said it was hilarious that the Pope blessed the Nation from the site where the old Glory Hole and O street baths were”. We went Up 14th St NW and I asked “is it near the Clinic”? Andy said “somewhat, but that is farther up. Coincidental. Here we are”. He went through a generic looking street door just like thousands of others on the street. The vestibule had a pair of service windows. Andy went up to the free one and said “Two. Military discount lockers please” and handed over his ID and gestured for me to provide mine. Two lockboxes were slid through the window put your valuable in your box please. Andy told me to put my cell on airplane mode and did the same to his phone. We went through the inner door to the counter on the other side where we were given towels. Andy had been conversing with the counter attendant, and it appeared he was buying a bottle of lube. I had been feeling misgivings since the street, but realized that had been the point where I should have turned back. Beyond couches and medium lighting lounge areas you could see gym equipment but besides the combination of unfamiliar environments I was experiencing some unfamiliar sensations internally. I realized my dick was hard and my asshole was twitching. I became acutely aware that besides a manual release jerk off session in the Barracks Head, my nuts were churning with a full load. I was led into a locker room with benches. Andy spoke up: “Mike your eyes are as wide as saucers. I can tell this is your first time in a bath house. Here are some pointers - If someone is feeling you up and you are open to their touch, go for it. If not push their hand away”. He told me to strip and started doing so himself. “Still got your empty bottle? Leave it out as you stow your clothes”. Andy took a plastic nozzle out of his pocket and laid it on his towel. First thing, cleanout and prep. What you ate 24 to 72 hours ago affects your ‘end’ game as of now. Since this includes chow hall pasta, it is best to take care of this now. Take your bottle. Fill it with warm water (not hot) put this nozzle on the bottle, flush and repeat. Let’s go to the head” Andy had not yet wrapped up with his towel but let me to the bathroom where I cycled through this new experience while Andy held a stall open for me to go back and forth. After the deed was done, Andy put the nozzle and bottle in his locker and we went to the lounge area and sat on one of the couches. After a bit where it seemed he was looking inside my head, he leaned in and kissed me again. I felt his hands on my chest where he pinched a nipple, and I jumped. After a bit, he leaned back and said: “OK, I had not planned on playing tour guide tonight, but I suppose I drew the duty. Have you ever sucked anyone”? After I shook my head, he continued. “OK, you jumped to Advanced Placement studies. Important things to remember are covering your teeth, adjusting angle, and do not forget to breathe. Most guys like hummers but we can cover that at the Barracks. I see you do not suffer from ED as he glanced at my raging towel covered boner. First lesson is boner control. Summon a memory of an ugly lady from your past and that usually works”. It Did work! Andy continued. “If you happen upon a scene or sexual encounter, it is OK to watch, but don’t join in unless invited in. If you come to an open room door and get waived in, that invite is obvious. If you come up on a room door with a guy ass up, and don’t get a waive off they are usually looking to get fucked”. Andy moved onto a new topic. “Have you ever fucked anyone”? After I shook my head, Andy continued “Great, the bottoms will be happy about that”. Let’s go explore shall we”? I followed Andy and we went into the Steam Room where the water vapor steam was stifling. There was a group on the far bench gagging and slurping sounds from somewhere deep in the pile of guys. Andy waved me back out. “Sometimes, you can hang around a scene and get another one going, but let’s see what else is up”. We went to the Dry Sauna but no one was there. We padded up and down a few halls and found an open door. Any looked in and said “Hi Buddy as I joined them. Buddy, this is a friend, could you suck him a bit for me”? Buddy moved quick and my towel was on the floor and his wet mouth and throat had a good seal on my cock. He was pressing on my taint and gently kneading my balls. My body shifted from curious caution to moaning lust. Andy has checking his hole with a finger and then asked Buddy if he wanted my cock up his cunt. Again moving quickly, he spun and sheathed his ass on my rampart erection. I was a little hesitant, so he started humping back on my cock doing all the work. Andy’s voice prompted Buddy to pull off, flop back onto the tiny bunk and grab his ankles. I reinserted and Andy was coaching me to watch alignment, pull all the way out and slam back in. Buddy was whimpering in ecstasy. With one hand he grabbed Buddy’s dick and started wanking. Buddy started arching his back, toes and other extremities in orgasmic contortion. With his other hand, he shoved a finger up my ass past a spot that caused everything to explode. Buddy’s cumload spattered his face and the wall. I thought I had died and sagged driving my cock even deeper injecting the last of my load up his cunt. It took a while, but everyone came down from their Cum and slowly realigned with a semblance of normalcy. The finger up my ass was gone, but the quick intrusion had been both sharply stinging and thrilling. There was cum everywhere. I felt weak, different, satisfied, sated, and perhaps happy. Andy broke the mood by giving Buddy’s cock a last squeeze and saying, “thanks Buddy”. To me he said, “time to hit the showers”. This was definitely NOT a routine week for me. Trying to process everything that happened as I was taking a Hollywood Shower, Andy started a soapy rubdown on me. He said “You are playing catchup, but you cannot assimilate everything at once. But, while I am on the subject, what do you think? I stared at him blankly for a bit and admitted it was awesomely overwhelming. Andy turned off his shower head, “come on, there’s more”. We dried and wrapped our towels around our waists and Andy led the way down another corridor and turned into a dark opening in the wall. This gave way to dark space that varied between faint illuminations to pitch black. Further in, there were obstacles/objects that had small pools of light. Andy held my arm and stopped me, turning me into a kiss. For a moment, we were back in the bar where he was sucking my tongue out of my mouth. As the kiss continued, he tweaked my nipples making me gasp and then placed his hands on my shoulders gently pressing me down to my knees. In the dim light, I could just make out the outline of Andy’s uncut cock. It was maybe a little bigger than my 7 inches and was surrounded by a heady musky smell that was making my breathing difficult. A slight movement by Andy and his cock poked my cheek. I started an intake gasp, and it was in my mouth! I tried to remember to cover my teeth. And explored his foreskin with my tongue. He pressed deeper and my airway was obstructed. “Breathe through your nose” Andy advised. He then pulled out, reversing for a few minor thrusts as he did so. By this time, our OJT had attracted some onlookers. Andy steered me over to a padded fuckbench. “A few value added lessons – HIV is pretty slow normally, but there are other STI’s that are worth knowing about”. I realized the absurdness of the situation, was Andy really matter-of-factly discussing STI’s in a Bathhouse Darkroom? If anything, the press of the crowd increased. Andy continued like he was delivering a practiced training plan. You get a Mercer Staph infection up the ass, your days are numbered in days, not years, not months” Andy pushed me over the fuckbench. “You allergic to latex? Speak up now”. However, I could not speak as my mouth now had a pierced cock with god knows what kind of hardware attached invading past my tonsils into my throat. Andy Continued (as he was pressing a lubed thumb up my chute– “I am a Pitcher, I mostly fuck only military, your hole has had some questionable visitors in the past week. You may also find that pain is often the flip side of the pleasure coin. The cock with the hardware was slowly removed . I saw it belonged to a gym stud in leather chaps. The metal of his piercings caught what little light there was and transmitted a message of pain and destruction via little flickers of light as photons danced on his jewelry. His cock was replaced with a big black cock that became a real challenge for my air supply. Andy inserted his cock and the lube could not mitigate the shock and trauma from the friction of the intruding cock. Andy was taking slow thrusts pressing me forward, My PTSD thought I was back in the helicopter drowning, gasping for air every time it became available. My ass was clenching around the latex intruder. Andy lay across my back whispering unintelligible instructions in my ear while thrusting away. Then, Andy screamed in distress and surged forward plugging my throat with the BBC. I felt the condom snap as Andy fire Hosed his cum up my clenching ass. I felt the BBC owner flinch as I shot ejaculate under the fuckbench and once I was able to undock from what had to be 8 or 9 inches I was able to turn as see that Andy was being rough fucked by the hardware-laden leather gym bunny who yelled “take my Toxic Load you Jar Head”!

HITCHED Within three years, I finished my master’s degree and was a couple of years into moving up the ladder with a firm in a large east coast city. Bob started a very successful business, also in a northeastern city. Bob and I visited each other a few times a year because we were an hour train ride away. He brought a different girlfriend with him each time we visited, but he finally found a nice Italian girl from Brooklyn, and they seemed to be well-suited. I didn’t know if he still had sex with guys on the side, but I wouldn’t be surprised. Dan continued to be a globe-trotter at the agency and was starting to learn the management side of the business. Due to his schedule, I didn’t see Dan as often as I saw Bob. I started seeing a therapist to deal with the trauma of seeing so many friends and guys I knew die young. Like all my contemporaries, I never grew accustomed to young death. And like some of them, I didn’t know if I was a ticking time. Looking back, I think I just assumed I was. I also discussed this with a couple of my closest friends, but never with my old college roommates. So far, I was the vision of a healthy young gay man, as were they. But I started to use condoms, most of the time. I wasn't ready to face taking a test and waiting weeks for the results. Much to his father’s chagrin, Dan’s career prevented him from ever finishing his undergraduate degree and continuing onto law school. But Dan was by far the smartest of my friends and he invested his considerable income in real estate in Manhattan, Harlem and Brooklyn long before prices skyrocketed. Dan was never into the drug scene in college, and he stayed out of the drug culture that pervaded the fashion industry. At 28, he was even wealthier than his old man, who was the managing partner of his Wall Street law firm. Dan invited Bob and me to the civil ceremony between him and his boyfriend, Kieran, who owned the construction company that did all the renovations to Dan’s investments. Dan was always muscular and lean, but I noticed he was particularly lean at the wedding and he’d been training for a marathon.. He was always the peacock among my friends. Dan’s twin sister, Liz, attended, but Dan’s parents did not. They were devout Irish-Catholics, but Dan was their only son, after all. I loved Liz and we got along like a riot. She was smart like Dan, but funny, out-going and razor-tongued compared to Dan’s relative introversion. In fact, Liz knew I was gay before I did. She outed me to myself when she visited Dan when we were still in college. She was surprised I was deceiving myself and told me I needed to get over that fast. Dan and Kieran had a party at a ballroom in the midtown hotel after the civil ceremony. The out-of-town guests seemed to all be staying at the hotel. But Bob and his girlfriend were staying with her parents in Brooklyn, far away from temptation. I had a couple of drinks and started talking to one of Dan’s friends from the industry. His name was Axel, and he was blond, blue-eyed and more muscular than the typical male fashion model. He was from Hamburg but had a small flat in Paris when he wasn’t working a runway or a fashion shoot. He was incredibly out of my league and I didn't know why he was even talking to me. While we chatted, I reached behind him and grabbed one of his muscular buttocks. He asked me if I wanted to join him for a drink in his room and we left the reception. In his room, we continued to kiss, as we tore each other’s clothes off. I pushed him back on his bed and got on top of him as we continued to kiss. Axel had a great veiny uncut cock, and I eventually licked my way down to it and pulled the hood back as I went down on him. He pulled me up to him and took his hooded cock and docked with my circumcised dick, our precum mixing under his hood. I pushed his legs back and he pulled them to his chest as I licked his beautiful hairy crack and hole. He made it wink at me, and I said, “I’ve got to get inside you right now.” He had some condoms, lube and a little brown bottle on the nightstand and I reached for them. I handed him the poppers then I ripped open the condom and squirted some lube on my cock. Axel huffed the poppers as I pushed my sheathed head into his hole and slowly slid all the way into him. I was a couple of strokes in and Axel pushed me out of his ass and said, “David, I want to feel you inside of me. I hate condoms,” as he pulled the condom off my cock. I didn’t waste a second before entering him naturally, although I knew better. I started fucking Axel hard and his hooded cock was leaking precum profusely. “I’ll pull out before I cum,” I said to him. He shook his “no” and held up the bottle to my nose as I huffed. With my head swimming I started to rail Axel’s beautiful pussy as then I came hard inside of him. We fucked each other much of the night when one of us would wake up horny. The next morning I woke up with Axel sliding his cock balls-deep, "Time to get up David." I returned home the later that day and the day after that, I felt that “pissing razorblades” feeling of gonorrhea.

I was 17 when I sucked my first cock. I was curious and my GF at the time cheated on me so I sucked her brothers uncut Latin cock.

My name is Chris. A couple of weeks ago I was alone at home, bored and extremely horny. It was around 2am when I decided to open Grindr. The usual people were there, but I saw an unfamiliar face, a 19 years old twink, 5’9”, dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I decided to hit him up and he told me he was from another city, visiting his brother there and just for one more day in town. I noticed he was very shy so I decided to go slow with him. I told him I wanted to meet him and as he would leave next day it couldn’t wait. His brother was sleeping, he didn’t know the neighborhood, he didn’t want to fuck... a lot of excuses, but I kept insisting: I just want to meet you, it’s close, your brother does not need to know... Finally I convinced him to come to my house for a little while and meet face to face. Of course, that’s was not my intention. I am 30 years old, but I love fucking young twinks, so my dick started to get hard. When he arrived, he was much more handsome than in the pictures, and with a beautiful smile. I couldn’t let him leave without fucking him. I offered him a beer and we sat on the sofa to talk and drink. I gathered that he was not out of the closet and he had little experience because he hardly knew any gay man in the small town he lived: easy prey I put my hand in his tights and started to caress him. He stopped talking and just looked at me on the eyes. I kept caressing him, his tights, his chest, his face and then I pulled him close for a kiss. His lips were very soft and he was very passionate. I put my hand between his legs and went to caress his ass. He started moaning slowly in my mouth so I went and opened his jeans. At that moment, he stopped the kiss - We are going too fast, I need to go home - Relax, it’s fine, it’s fine, just kiss me a little longer We kept kissing. I could feel he was hard so I decided to go further. I put my hand inside his underwear and played a little with his dick, and then put a finger in his hole. He gasped and stopped the kiss again: “No no no, I didn’t come for that, I need to go”. I just grabbed him by the hair and kept kissing and fingering him. He was shocked for a few seconds, but then started moaning again and grabbed his cock to start masturbating. He was ready for the next step. I removed his pants and underwear and maneuvered to get myself between his legs. I then removed my clothes and started to play with my hard dick in his hole. My dick precums a lot so I was really lubing his hole. I went back to kissing him and started to put my dick in him, very slowly. When it was half way he asked to stop: - I don’t want to fuck, let’s just masturbate together - Come on dude. I’m so hard. It’s halfway in, just let me put it in completely. I need your ass - ... ok, just put it in, for a little while, but then we stop - Sure dude - I said as I put all my dick in. His ass was so damn tight and I could feel my precum going inside him. I took his dick and starting masturbating him while moving very slowly inside him - How does it feel dude? - It feels good - Do you like my dick in your ass? - ... - Tell me - I said while masturbating him faster - Do you like it? - ... yes - Can I fuck you harder? - Yes, please That was my cue to start pounding that ass hard. He was moaning a lot. He was loving it. I put him in doggy position and put my dick back in. It was a beautiful sight. My hard dick, wet with precum going raw and that young tight hole. I grabbed him by the hips and went even stronger, I wanted him to leave this room with his hole destroyed. His moans got faster and higher and he came on the sofa (I’d have to clean that, but it was worth it). I also started moaning, I was close. Then he spoke: - Don’t cum on me, please... I can’t go back home covered in cum - So where do you want me to cum? - ... I don’t know - I’m close, where do you want me to cum? - .... Cum inside me - You want me to cum inside you? - Yes - I didn’t hear you. Do you want me to breed your ass? - Yes - Ask me - Please cum in my ass - Again. Beg me to breed your ass whore - Please sir, breed my ass. I want your cum inside. I’m a whore and I need your cum inside! That got me over the edge. I bred his tight ass deep inside. I pumped him full of cum and then took my dick out - You can leave now He dressed without saying a word. While opening the door to leave, he looked me with a mix of passion and rage. - You are a cunt I never saw him again

Hey all- Finally settled after my move, what do we think- time to get back to the boys? I do think they have voracious sexual appetites that need tending to so bets not leave them waiting too much longer...

My name is Lee, I’m 36, 5’10”, average build, and I’m told I’m very handsome. I have been a prude sexually most of my life. I was a church kid growing up, then joined the military at 18. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20's, being too afraid to get caught under DADT. Even after I started having sex I didn’t sleep around, only having sex with men that I was dating. That being said, despite my prudish past I’d always hated condoms. To me it killed the mood when you had to stop to put a condom on, and I hated the lack of closeness condoms injected into sex. I finally had my first hookup at the age of 26 when I moved across the country to a new city, but the guy developed feelings for me and I swore them off off for years after that. Things were much the same when I met my only true long term boyfriend, Kyle. I knew Kyle from Recon, a site I’m sure many of you are familiar with. We’d chatted off and on for over a year, but he was friends with the guy I’d hooked up with, so I avoided meeting him in person even though we shared a lot of the same fetish interests. He finally asked me out and I relented, and just like so many others I made Kyle wait a long time before we had sex. But sex with Kyle was different. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, he never asked for a condom and I never asked him to put one on. From the first time he fucked me and filled me with his cum I knew I would never go back to condoms. During Kyle and I’s almost 4-year relationship we both remained active in the fetish community, attending events like MAL and IML, maintaining profiles on Recon, and having playtime with other kinky guys (almost always unprotected). Kyle introduced me to his fetishes, which included fisting, and he started stretching my hole to try to fist me. During this time, I met a guy named Ryan on Recon, and he introduced me to the site that would change my life for good: Breeding Zone. At first I only read the General Bareback section, and the stories were enough to get me off. However, I always saw the Bug Chasing and Chem Sex sections staring back at me, though I couldn’t bring myself to read them. Things changed once Ryan sent me a link to a story on Breeding Zone in the Gift Giving section, despite my misgivings on the topic I read the story and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I was hooked. At first I read the Gift Giving stories, but I eventually graduated to the Chem Sex stories which turned me on even more. I had introducted Kyle to Breeding Zone as well, and he knew I was turned on by these stories, but we ended our relationship before we could explore them. After my breakup with Kyle I wasn’t feeling as prudish, but I knew deep down that I had turned into a bug chaser, so I avoided sex for quite a while. Finally, I knew that wasn’t a long term solution, and PrEP was becoming more widely available, so I went to my doctor and got a prescription. I took it dutifully for over 2 years, but deep down I knew I still hungered for a poz guy to own my hole. Separately, I had also been trying to take a fist since I was with Kyle, and since poppers weren’t enough for me to open up, I was convinced I was going to need chemical assistance to take my first fist. Enter Pup, a very sexy, poz, mid-30’s friend of mine. Pup and I started chatting on Scruff right around the same time I began taking PrEP, when I was finally more comfortable chatting with poz guys. Pup was partnered at the time and undetectable, which made me feel safe even though it was just chat, and we developed a good long distance friendship (he lives in a southern state almost 1,000 miles away from me). Last year he told me that he and his partner had split, but the more interesting thing to me was that Pup was into fisting, and he informed me that he had gotten into PNP. I told him about my frustration with not being able to take a fist, and he assured me that PNP would allow my hole to open up once and for all. However, he also informed me that if I played with him he only slammed. Regardless of this fact I knew I had to try it. He also made sure that I knew he was positive, and there was still a small possibility that I could be infected if we played. I assured him I was aware of the risks and I was fine with them. Pup and I chatted for months about meeting, and we finally agreed in January of this year on a date: Easter weekend. I was nervous but I knew that I needed to meet him. I genuinely liked the guy and he was going to help me fulfill my fisting desires. I made sure I was clear with him ahead of time that I only was going to PNP to get fisted, and he agreed. Other than that we didn’t discuss too many particulars of what our weekend together would entail. I got on a plane after work on the Thursday before Easter and flew to his city, and took an Uber to his apartment. He had a friend of his let me into the apartment, and he gave me some instructions to prepare for the weekend. I followed his instructions, but once he got home I think he could tell I was nervous, so we agreed to hold off on PNP until the next day so we could get to know each other better. We went to a sex toy store and picked up some supplies, and then he fucked me before we passed out for the night. The next day we had a short conversation about limits. “How do you feel about having other guys join us? I have another guy that wants to fuck you.”, he told me. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that just yet. It’s a fantasy of mine, but I’m really just here to take my first fist.”, I replied. “How about we play it by ear?”, he asked. “That works for me.” “What are you most concerned about with slamming, boy?” “I just want to make sure I get sleep, and that I take my PrEP.” “I’ll make sure you get sleep, boy, but your PrEP is your responsibility”, he responded, quickly ending the exchange. After that he told me it was time to slam, and he explained the entire process of what was happening as he fixed our slams. “Get your phone out, boy. You’re going to want this on video.” “Are you sure? I’m not sure I want this on my phone.” “Trust me, in a few minutes you won’t care, and you’re going to want to watch this later.” Though I was hesitant I agreed to record it. I was so nervous I was already tingling all over as he tied the tourniquet around my arm and prepared to insert the needle. “This is just a small slam, .20.”, he explained as he showed me his own slam for comparison, which contained over twice as much. “Get the camera ready, boy.” I started recording. I saw the register, the red tinged liquid disappeared, and he snapped the tourniquet off of my arm. What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life up until that moment. Most people on here describe a warm feeling after a slam, for me it felt opposite. It felt like a chill was spreading throughout my body (but in the best possible way) and Pup took my phone from me to film my reaction. I was euphoric beyond my own comprehension, and had trouble even forming words for a few minutes. Suddenly my inhibitions had melted away. Pup started questioning me. “What do you want, boy?” “I want to take my first fist”, I answered. Pup shut off my phone and kept asking me questions. “You want me to invite some other guys to try out your hole, boy?” “You can invite anyone you want, Sir.” “You haven’t earned the right to call me Sir, call me Pup.”, he growled. I stammered an apology, and he asked a few more questions that are kind of fuzzy to me now. But then he asked a question I didn’t expect, and that I’ll never forget, “You’re a bugchaser, aren’t you, boy? You want to get pozzed this weekend?” To be continued…

I have been addicted to stuff going in my ass for years. Getting toys up me was the best for me for years., I had female partners that were amazed how hard my cock got when I got anal stimulation. Not just prostate but penetration. Now I have some regular playmates, one guy and I have played for years. He likes playing with my ass and breeding me. After he gets his needs he works on mine. I have an impressive amount of toys he uses on ,me. Lately I host breeding parties and they know my ass can take alot, so I am now getting all sorts of action. Getting fucked with fingers and toys up me. I did get fisted for tge first time last summer, that party started with cocks, toy s and fingers to a fist from a guy with a smaller hands. my last party i was worked over for an hour and my friend put multiple toys up me at n ge same time and then tried to work his big hand in me. It didn't get in mainly because of time but our next party he will get in me. We got a vid of it and the guy that was videoing and helping with the toys said he wants to try to fist me next time.

I really like stims. They usually make me want to stretch out my hole, and they shrink my dick. That really turns me on. Then there's booty bumping T. There is nothing like it. T is not a requirement though, since getting spun usually means a time commitment. It's a 3-day weekend thing for me. My stretching progress has mostly been done with some poppers and a couple of Sudafed or completely sober. I make an effort to do a lot of loosing up before I do T, and while I'm spun I don't try to push my limits. One thing I have decided to never do again is G. I had a hot mutual FF session for my birthday a few years ago where we both did T & G, but my memories of it are just random images. There are no gaps in memory or anything. It's like I was watching it on low-resolution video. BTW, if you really want to enhance your T-dick or just keep it from getting hard, squirt some Afrin into your urethra and rub some into your dick. It's a vasoconstrictor, so it really shrinks it down. If that's your thing.

I didn't see grandad after that - he must have left while I was busy. Bill thought it was hot that he had fucked me and made me bend over the counter so he could fuck my cummy arse and shoot his load after a few thrusts as he was so excited. I cleaned up and left at the end of my shift. It was a warm night and still quite light, so I headed down to the park intending to sit by the lake and relax after the tense day I'd had. What would I do when I saw grandad next? Would I let him fuck me again? After a while, I needed a piss. There was an old, brick toilet set back amongst the trees. I went up the overgrown path and into the gloomy doorway. It smelled of damp and piss and was lit by a stained window high up near the roof. There was a narow space with a long porcelein urinal with cubicles behind it. As I entered three guys who had obviouly been playing broke apart in panic, one of them a bald little guy comically trying to drag a threadbare pair of trousers up over his bare arse. They looked at me guiltily until I smiled, went over to the porcelein urinal and unzipped my cock. It was semi-hard and I felt them relax as they saw it. The short, balding man lowered his trousers again. His lower body was flabby, hairless and slug-like in the gloom and his cock was small and flaccid. He turned and bent over. To my surprise, his buttocks had no muscle, just flabby sacks between which his hole gaped wetly with lube. Ignoring me, one of the other men went over, levered out his cock and slid it into the proferrred hole with a sigh of satisfaction, and began to thrust slowly in and out. The other two came over and closed in on me. One had greasy, curly black hair and a lazy eye, the other was tall, very thin and bald and I could see his veins knotted around his arms and the calves below his shorts. "Hey." Said the guy with the greasy hair. "Nice cock you got there", and he licked his lips lewdly at me. The other guy said nothing, but encased my cock in his boney fingers and rubbed it gently until it was hard. I was excited, but also scared. What if someone came in? Nearby, the small guy was bending over and sobbing as he was fucked, and I distinctly heard him whisper "Oh yeah!..please!..give me your poz load!" I felt the hairs rise on my neck as I realised how depraved these guys were, but I could move or resist. The thin guy released my cock and fumbled with my belt. "W..w..wait "I gasped. " I'm not sure..." The greasy haired guy nuzzled my ear and carressed my cock. "Easy..no one's going to hurt you...you want to play don't you?" My trousers fell to the wet floor, and the thin man dragged my underpants down with them. Before I could protest, the greasy haired guy bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation and couldn't help pushing it further in. The thin guy took my neck, turned my head and smiled at me. His teeth were black and filthy, and I could see crusty sores in the corner of his mouth. He took my hand and encircled it around his thick, surprisingly long cock. I looked down at it, and noticed the upper shaft and head had a number of angry red warts and his pee-hole was drooling some kind of slimey discharge. I tried to back away, but my resolve was going as the man sucked my cock and I watched the little man being sodomised. Suddenly, the top grunted and came in him. He sighed happily and slid it out. The shaft was cummy and slimey and the small man's gaping hole glinted wetly, drooling cum as he straightened up. "You like that, don'tcha? "Whispered the thin man. "Yeah, you want some dirty cock." Oh god. I thought. This was bad news. Goodness knows what diseases these guys were carrying. "Show us you want it." He said, and offered me his cock to suck. I bent forward, feeling the shaft and the warts encrusting it, and hesitated. But he thrust his hips forward and that disgusting cock slipped into my mouth. "Yeah, " He whispered. "Suck it, bitch. " I felt a hand slide over my bottom, and then the greasy haired guy dropped to his knees, clamped his mouth to my arsehole, and slid his tongue up inside. I was shocked, and embarrassed as I hadn't cleaned out before I left the sauna, but he didn't seem to mind the slime inside and pulled my hips back into his face. To be continued....