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Hey guys. I’ve been thinking about trying a different direction for a story. It includes a new theme. I hope you like it. Coach Sanders I think deep down I always knew I was gay. It was just there, in the back of my head, waiting for me to quit pretending. Hard to believe now, but back in high school I was a chubby geek. I used to hide behind baggy clothes and spend more time online than outside. My body made that clear. The thought of showering in front of the guys in gym made my stomach twist. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t about being small down there. That wasn’t it. It’s that I knew they’d laugh at my naked body. So, I’d pretend I had somewhere to be or wait by my locker until I could clear out unnoticed. And because I was basically a nobody, I got away with it. Thing is, I used to stare at the jocks, hoping they wouldn’t notice. All the time I’d just tell myself I was looking at them because I wanted a body like theirs. I even kept saying that when I started watching gay porn. But I was only jacking off to solo stuff and imagine my body like that. So, it was ok. But by senior year, I decided to do something about it. So, I hit up Coach Sanders about using the weights. He’s in his fifties, fit, serious. The kind of old school coach who still wears a whistle. I stood there, nervous. Even though I was intimidated, he never gave me shit and kinda watched out for me if the other guys messed with me. That’s what gave me the nerve to tell him I wanted to start on the weights and get in shape. He just sat there, looking me over for second before straightening up. “I’ve been watching you, kid. You’ve got potential,” he told me, standing up and putting a hand on my shoulder. “I can see it. Though, the baggy clothes aren’t helping any. It’s obvious you’re trying to hide your body.” I just stood there, his hand on my shoulder. Eyes locked on mine like he was waiting for something. I took a deep breath and told him the problem was that I wasn’t sure about being in the weight room with the other guys. There was no judgment in his eyes, just a quiet nod like he understood. He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, then turned and said I could come in once everyone had left. Since he taught a couple of history classes, he'd be in his office late. So I started showing up when it was empty. No noise, no eyes on me. Coach barely said anything at first. Just nods when I walked in. But after a couple of days, he noticed I didn’t have a clue. He’d correct my form, show me how to grip the bar, tell me which muscles I should be working on. I listened during all of it. After about a month, he stood beside me watching as I was benching. “Gotta be honest, kid. I didn’t think you’d stick with it,” he said, looking me over, not holding back. But I didn’t flinch. “I’m starting to see a difference.” I looked at myself and didn’t see much. Maybe a little definition, maybe nothing. But he saw it. After that, he started me on a plan and laid out what I should be doing, how often, how heavy. He didn’t ask if I wanted it. He just handed it to me, and I followed. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to disappoint him. Sometimes I’d notice him checking me out, studying me. Not in a way anyone else would notice, but I felt it in my gut. And I started thinking about him without meaning to. The way he moved through the gym like he owned the place. Thick arms, veins visible even when he wasn't flexing. His pecs filling out his polo like it’s one size too small. Sometimes I could barely focus when he was in the room. One night, I dropped a dumbbell mid-set. It hit the floor hard. He was next to me before I could reach for it. “You alright?” he asked, eyes steady, handing it to me. “Yeah. Just slipped,” I told him, my eyes down. Embarrassed I’d fucked up. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped behind me, hands light on my elbows. “Keep your shoulders down. You’re pulling too high,” he reminded me. I adjusted, tried to focus. His voice was calm, steady. “Better. Now breathe,” he said in my ear. His body right up against me. I followed his lead, but my form was off. Not from the weight. From him. From the way he moved against me. Like he knew how my body moved and was moving with it. He pressed into me, adjusting me, until I got it right. “Good boy,” he grunted, stepping in front of me. He stood there for a second about to say something but stopped. “It’s getting late. I’ve gotta finish up some papers. See ya tomorrow, kid.” I trained harder after that. Sweated more. Pushed past the burn. I told myself it was about progress, about discipline like Coach told me. But I kept noticing when he was near. I kept noticing when he wasn’t. I could feel myself changing. Coach didn’t say much, but he changed how he talked to me. Less about the weights and more about what it was doing to me. I started losing even more weight and building more muscle. The results were wild. After my workouts I’d head home, still avoiding the showers. Drenched in sweat, I’d run to my room, stripping down to check myself out in the mirror. The months of work were showing, and my late growth spurt was the cherry on top. My pecs were solid from benching. My abs showed real definition. My biceps were tight and defined when I flexed. And my legs, they were strong from all the squats. I felt more confident. Honestly, I was looking better than ever even though I still wore baggy clothes and still hiding my body. Old habits, I guess. The workouts with Coach also started messing with my head. I wasn’t just physically changing. I was starting to figure out it was more than just having a body like the jocks. I’d started looking at different porn. First it was just two guys jacking off together. But after a while, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. There was no going back. I was jacking off to guys making out, sucking, and fucking each other. I’d surf sites looking for all types, not just jocks. Being a tech geek, I’d downloaded a shitload of porn. One night at the end of the school year, I was halfway through my last set. Sweat clung to my skin. My muscles were pumped. I noticed Coach still hadn’t stopped by. He’d usually stopped by but was holed up in his office, something about grading papers. The room felt quieter without him. I finished my reps and hit the showers. Yeah, I was showering there now, but only after workouts. I dried off and walked over to his office. “Gonna get dressed and head out, Coach,” I told him, leaning in the doorway in my towel. Nodding, he looked up, eyes on me, and stood. "Wait,” he said, pulling out a stack of clothes and tossed me a t-shirt. “I’ve been keeping an eye on your progress. Figured it’s time your clothes caught up.” “Thanks, Coach,” I smiled, feeling the soft, thin cotton. I put it on, walked over to mirror, and looked at myself. “Fuck,” I moaned, seeing it stretched across my pecs, and how it gripped my shoulders and biceps. And the best part, I could see it framing my waist. It didn’t hide much. I could feel myself getting hard as I turned to Coach. He stood there, holding a pair of jeans. “Uh,” I stammered, grabbing them. The towel clung to my waist, barely. “I’ll go put them on. Just got out of the shower and don’t got underwear.” “You’re fine, boy,” Coach smiled and sat down, arms behind his head. “They’ll look better without. Besides, it’s just us guys. Go on. I think I got the right size.” Nodding, I turned around, trying to hide my cock. I tossed the towel, bent down, and stepped into them. I could feel how tight they were as I got my junk in and zipped up. “I think I need a bigger size, Coach,” I told him, seeing my bulge in the mirror. “Naw, they’re fine. You’ve got nothing to hide. Your ass looks good in those,” he smiled, ignoring my growing package. He was right. Coach just sat there, not saying another word, just watching me. I thought about the hours I spent to get here. The late nights, just him and me. The way he pushed me. The way his hands stayed a second too long after a good set. The way he looked at me now. I looked over at him, sitting like he always did, arms crossed. His face didn’t give anything away, but something in his eyes kept me looking for a second longer than I should have. I was sure he knew what I was thinking. I took a deep breath and grabbed for my towel. “Thanks, Coach. See you tomorrow,” I nodded, avoiding his eyes, and headed to my locker for the rest of my stuff. I didn’t look back, but I could still feel him watching. I kept thinking about it the whole way home. It was late when I finally got in and just went straight to my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, still stuck on it. Fuck, I was still hard, and my jeans were feeling even tighter. I peeled them off slowly, remembering Coach’s eyes on me, and tossed them on chair. That’s when I noticed the slip of paper sticking out of the pocket. I reached in and pulled it out. Reading it, I smiled. It was a 6-month membership to the gym downtown with a note from Coach. “Proud of you, Ben. You’ve come a long way from that boy coming to me asking for help. Thought you should keep going. Graduation’s next week, so tonight was it. Last session. Good luck.” I stared at it and read it again. He hadn’t said a word to me. Didn’t mention it when he handed me the clothes. The bastard had fucking planned it that way. I lay back, staring at the ceiling. The note still in my hand. After that, I was just kinda going through the motions. Trying to get through the next week. I saw Coach a few times, in the hallway, at the ceremony. But he never looked at me, not once. He didn’t even bother with a ‘bye.’ It was like all that time with him didn’t happen. The only proof I had was when I looked at the mirror. I started at the gym the week after graduation. It wasn’t like the high school weight room where it was just Coach and me. I was still pissed, but more sad than anything. So, I threw myself into the workouts. I lifted harder, ran faster, and pushed until my muscles screamed. Months of grinding at the gym were paying off. But it didn’t feel like it was enough. Not without him seeing it. That summer I came out of my shell. I was meeting new people but always made time for the few old friends I did have. My parents were out of town for the week, and I’d been at a party earlier. Nothing wild, just enough beer cut the edge off after a long week. I got home, kicked off my shoes, stripped, and flopped on my bed. I’d heard a couple of guys at the party talking about an app they had luck with and decided to check it out. I wasn’t even sure why. Sure, I thought about having sex with a guy. How could I not? I had all that porn. But I wasn’t really out. Not to anyone. Not even to myself, not fully. Still, I set up a profile and uploaded a selfie showing off my pecs and abs. I made sure you couldn’t see my face or recognize my room. I started swiping and scrolling. Then I saw him. It was Coach. My thumb froze over the screen. I stared at his profile, my heart pounding. It was definitely him. Even without a face pic, I’d spent enough time with him to know. I tossed my phone on my bed and started pacing. “Fuck it,” I mumbled, grabbing my phone. I scrolled through his pics, finally getting a look at all of him. There it was. His uncut cock. Veins wrapped around his shaft. It was thick, just like I’d imagined it. Yeah, I had noticed his bulge when he spotted me. Before I could chicken out, I sent him a message. “Hey, Coach. It’s me. Ben. I’ve been wondering about you for a while. Seeing you here, kinda answers it.” He replied right away. “Yeah, I was wondering, too. You think I didn’t see the way you looked at me? I had to pretend I didn’t see it at the end. You made that damn gym feel dangerous.” “Dangerous how?” I asked, already guessing the answer. “Like I wanted to lock the door and ask what the hell you were really thinking. But I couldn’t. Not with you still a student.” “I’m not a student anymore,” I wrote, not saying anything else. I could see he was still online but didn’t respond. I started thinking it was stupid to have said it. Then, I saw his message. “True. And if you came over now, I wouldn’t have to worry about it.” Since I still had his number, I just replied, “Text me your address.” That’s when I noticed my hardon. I threw on the t-shirt and squeezed into the jeans he gave me, checked the mirror, and headed over. The quiet streets and warm air made the buzz go down. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from going there. But knew I wanted to see him. When I got there, he opened the door like he’d been waiting. No shirt, just a pair of shorts. He looked good. Like I said, he was in his 50s, around 6'1", solid with broad shoulders, thick arms. I’d seen him almost every day and now his pics, so I knew he was furry. I was surprised how into it I was. He smiled, seeing me in the clothes he gave me. Stepping aside, he let me in and followed him into the living room. “Figured, you might want one,” he said, handing me a drink. He dropped into the chair across from me, stretched his legs out, looked me in the eyes, and drank. “Rum and Coke.” “Thanks,” I said, taking a sip, like I knew what I was doing. The rum was stronger than I expected. Sweet at first, then sharp. He watched me with that calm look, same as always. I leaned back, trying to seem relaxed, but my leg kept bouncing as I looked around. The place was clean, lived in, soft lighting, music low in the background. We talked about nothing really, just catching up. His voice was calm, steady. I took a gulp, trying to settle into it. That helped. I started to relax. That’s when I finally came out and asked why he had dropped my workouts. Not even a heads-up. He shrugged. I nodded and took another gulp. No judgment. I guess I finally understood “Fuck, Ben,” he smiled, “You’ve bulked up since graduation. You should put some more pics up on your profile.” “Yeah?” I smiled, flexing a bit to show off. “You think so? I just put it up tonight.” “Definitely, but you’ll need someone to help you with it,” he grinned, “If you want them done right.” I sat there thinking about it and nodded. He got up with a smile. That's when I noticed his bulge. It was pretty obvious he was getting hard. Still nervous, I sat there, not saying a word. He walked up to me. His bulge almost in my face. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “If you want, we can do some now and have them up in no time,” he offered, grabbing a camera on the side table. My mouth hung open. I was practically drooling. He stepped back before I could do anything. I looked at him. Really looked. The booze had kicked in. I felt warmer. Relaxed. Open. I wanted to see where this was going. I nodded and stood up, then slowly took off my shirt. The room felt warmer. Or maybe it was me. He guided me over to the wall and adjusted the light. Told me to turn just a little and started shooting. After a few, he said the light would hit better if I showed more. I wasn’t sure. Besides, I was commando, like I’d been since graduation. Looking up, I saw Coach holding out a jockstrap to me. It looked beat up. Stretched out like it’d seen some action. Kinda dirty. Like maybe it hadn’t been washed in a while. “It’s one of my old ones. It’ll do,” he grinned, eyeing my bulge. Looking at it brought me back to all the loads I shot thinking about guys wearing one. Their cocks outlined in the pouches. The look of the straps framing those muscled asses as they got fucked. “Go on boy, put it on. It’ll make that ass pop,” he told me. Fuck if I didn’t want to! I tossed my socks and sneakers. And this time I didn’t hide it. I dropped my jeans. My cock was growing as I stepped out of them. I put on the jockstrap, filling up the pouch with my junk. He didn’t flinch. He just lifted the camera and told me to hold still. I did and let him see me. He circled me, snapping pics, all the time telling me how sexy I was. How I could have my pick of anyone I wanted. I was feeling the buzz mixing with horniness. That’s when I finally noticed he’d tossed his shorts. He was totally hard. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I’d seen pics of his cock on the app. But it was the first time I’d seen a hard cock in real life besides my own. What surprised me more was that even hard, his foreskin still covered the tip. Then, he lowered the camera and stepped in close. His hand brushed my cock, light but deliberate, as he adjusted the pouch. “Better,” he sighed and leaned in. His breath was warm, close enough to feel. His eyes locked on mine. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. Then he broke the moment. “Come on,” he smiled, leading me down the hall. “You gotta see yourself.” His bedroom was everything I expected. It felt like him. The large bed was made tight with no mess. The air smelled clean with a hint of sweat. Coach walked me over to the mirror without saying a word. He stood behind me, hands on my shoulders. I could feel his cock poking at my back as I caught his eyes in the mirror. By this time, there was no hiding it. My cock was at full mast. Up, tight against the mesh. I was leaking. For a second, I just stared at the sharp lines carving down from my hips. I ran my hands down them, tracing the V. Something I never thought I’d see on me last year. “Goddamn, boy. If you were mine, I’d keep you strapped 24/7,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and gripped my pecs. “A perfect musclejock.” “Fuck!” I moaned as his fingers spread and played with my nips. "Flex those guns, boy," he said, voice rough. "Show Coach what you built out of that flabby mess you were." My biceps swelled under the challenge. My pecs popped as I clenched and held the tension. He leaned in. His eyes locked on me. I flexed even harder. “That’s it, boy. Show it off,” he grunted in my ear, sliding his hands down my abs until they landed on my hips. He pushed back just enough to make room for his cock and looked at me again. Turning around, I stood there. My cock was practically shredding the frayed pouch. I lifted my chin, just barely. That’s all it took. His hand slid to the back of my neck. His fingers gripped me tightly and pulled me into him. His lips found mine and our tongues started wrestling. I could feel his cock sliding against my abs. Breaking the kiss, he bit my bottom lip and pulled it between his teeth. I groaned. He liked it. I could feel his hand moving down my back and over my ass, his mouth still holding on to me. I wrapped my arms around him. It only made him rougher. He was taking control of me. Letting go, he slipped a couple of fingers in my mouth. “That’s it boy. Show Coach how hungry you are,” he growled. His fingers explored my mouth. I started sucking, covering them in spit. Next thing I know, he bit my neck. I lost it. It was all he needed. His slick fingers were tapping against my hole. I arched, letting him know I wanted it. “Good boy,” he smiled, slipping a finger in, and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s get you ready. Strip and get in.” I saw the chrome attachment shining in the shower and got excited. Fine, I admit it. I’d looked it up. I’d been thinking about being fucked for a while now. I guessed what was going to happen. Never done it myself, but Coach walked me through it. It was awkward at first. But with his hands on me, it made a difference. It was like he’d done this to others before. After a bit, it was obvious I was clean. But Coach grabbed a squirt bottle, and put more in, ‘just to make sure.’ Told me to hold it in for a bit, then I’d be ready. He stood watching me, making sure it wasn’t leaking out. Satisfied, he told me to empty, finish up, and put my jockstrap back on. He’d be in the bedroom waiting for me. I turned on the faucet, hands roaming as I spread lather across my pecs to my nips. I pulled and felt them harden up. The pain was connecting with the tingling in my hole. I moved down to my abs, tracing the deep cuts, then grabbed my junk with both hands and started rubbing. I’d never felt so fucking turned on. “Hurry up, boy!” Coach barked, getting me out of the moment. “Get your ass in here, NOW!” I realized he was waiting for me. I called out to him, “On my way, Coach!” I rinsed, dried off, and pulled on my jockstrap. I looked in the mirror. It was tight, perfect. I headed for the bedroom. Coach was on the bed, watching me. His eyes locked on me like he’d been waiting for this. I felt hot all over. My skin buzzed as I slowly walked to the foot of the bed. The closer I got, the more I started feeling the burn in my hole. Something was happening. My chest felt tight, my skin alive. I was horny. Yeah, but it was more than that. I so wanted this. And I didn’t care what happened next. I just knew I was ready. Coach was studying me. His eyes steady, taking in every reaction as he motioned me to him. "Yeah, boy. Get over here," he ordered, stroking his thick thighs, spread wide open. Cock hard and ready. Slowly, I crawled onto the bed and got on my knees between his thighs. He watched how I breathed. How my body tensed. How I looked at him. I looked down at his cock, sticking straight up, foreskin still covering the tip. I could feel my hole twitching. Then he moved. No warning. Just a shift. “I always had my eye on you. Knew what you were capable of. Been fucking wanting this since before you first came to me, asking,” he growled, grabbing my head and yanked. “You aren’t the first one I got in shape.” Down I went, face to face with Coach’s cock. I could smell the day on him. Fucking sweat from being out in the hot sun all day. I didn’t know what came over me, but I started sniffing it as he worked his hand down my back. He started working my hole again with a slick finger. It was crazy. I was loving it and my moans got louder. “Fucking jockpig,” he laughed, working it deeper. “You like Coach’s smell, don’t ya?” There it was again. I could feel the burn getting stronger, but I didn’t care. It felt good. All I could think about now was Coach’s cock. I could see the precum oozing from his foreskin. “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, reaching out with my tongue. He stayed in me, making sure I felt his rough finger sliding and digging around. All the time, I lapped at his cock. I could taste it sliding over my tongue and down my throat. It was sharp and clean. Then I felt it. Another finger sliding in. Everything I’d ever imagined about being with a guy was happening. It wasn’t with someone my age, but I didn’t care. It was Coach. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I wanted him to show me. The burn was hitting every nerve as he opened me up, getting me ready. It was all I needed. I opened my mouth wide and went down on him. “Goddamn cocksucker. Get me ready.” Coach moaned, feeling my lips sliding over the foreskin, pushing it back on the shaft. I took it down about half-way. He just sat there, slowly starting to fuck my face. I tried not to gag, but spit was pouring from my mouth. The deeper the strokes, the more I moaned. I wanted it ready for my hole. I sucked harder. “Just relax, nice and slow. You got it,” he murmured, holding my head with both his hands until I was nose deep in sweaty pubes, my chin on his balls. I kept at it, sucking on him. His leaking cock was dripping down my throat as I gripped his thighs. His thrusts were getting harder and faster. “Alright, enough,” he growled, grabbing me, and shoved me back. He leaned in, his mouth almost at my hole. I could feel his hot breath on it. Then, he flicked his tongue at it. “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, never thinking it’d be like this. He was fucking me with his tongue. Coach ate me out for a while then pulled up. My hole was on fire, hungry, and aching. That’s when I finally saw it. It wasn’t showing in any of his pics, but I could see it now. A black scorpion tattooed on the tip of his cock! Its tail wrapped around it. The stinger going under and into the piss slit. How did I miss it?! Seeing my reaction, Coach spread my legs and moved in before I could do anything. “You don’t know how many fucking times I thought about breeding you,” he growled, teasing my hole with his cock. “I knew it the first day you asked about working out that I’d make you into the perfect fucking poz musclejock.” His words were hitting me, reminding me of those nights when he was pushing me harder and harder. Making me want it. I could see the lust in his eyes but then, he got serious and stopped. “But then you fucking got under my skin, boy,” he sighed. “Like I said, you aren’t the first. Just the one I never should’ve let get this close. That’s why I ended it.” I should’ve been freaking out, but my hole was aching. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me,” I whimpered. The look on his face suddenly changed. “Yeah? You want it, huh?” he smiled, pushing his cock at my hole, again. “Just say it, boy.” “Oh, God!” I moaned, my body giving me away. I lifted my hips and offered myself up. “I wanna be your poz musclejock, Coach.” That’s all it took. He started into me. “Shit!” I cried out, feeling the tip stretching my hole as he punched through. “Fuck, boy,” he grunted, feeling me tightening up. “You’re still fucking tight. I got plenty more to train that hole. But for now, let’s try this.” I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying. I was trying, but I still couldn’t relax enough to take him any deeper. That’s when I saw him grab a brown bottle from the side table. I recognized it from some of the raunchier porn I’d gotten into. I watched him unscrew the bottle and take a long snort. “This’ll loosen you up,” Coach moaned, handing me the bottle. I could see the poppers were getting to him. I looked him in the eyes and put the bottle up to my nostril and breathed in. “Fuck,” I growled, feeling it hit me at the same time Coach pushed into me. “Another,” he ordered, “Opening you up, boy. No going back.” This time, it worked. I could feel him sinking in. “God! Give it to me,” I whimpered, his shaft splitting me open. “I DON’T HEAR YOU, BOY!” he yelled, hitting my prostate. I kept moaning, feeling him sliding over it. Pushing deeper. It felt like I was floating. Not really in my body but still aware of what was happening. I didn’t know what it meant. Didn’t care. Everything was a blur. But I knew he was fucking me now. And I didn’t want him to stop. “FUCKING BREED ME!” I yelled, “FUCKING POZ ME, COACH!” Coach pumped into me, pushing himself into my guts. His balls banged against me. His grip got tighter. “Fucking ass feels good, boy,” Coach growled, “Just fucking tight enough.” I just groaned. I couldn’t speak. My cock was twitching. He just kept on, ramming into me. I was loving it, wanting him to fill me up with his poz load. “Been waiting for this since I started seeing results,” Coach said, letting it settle into my head. “That ass getting high and tight. Just begging for my poz loads.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, realizing I had done it all for him. “I fucking wanted to be your musclejock since day one, Coach. Fucking wanted to make you proud.” I was panting and bucking, pushing back on his cock the whole time. I wanted it all the way in me. Each time he hit my prostate, I’d push back for more. “Fucking cockpig,” he growled, “Gonna have you begging for other poz cocks soon.” I was too much into it to answer. That’s when he sank down all the way and stayed there. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, “It’s all in.” “Goddamn, it!” I moaned, squirming. Then he started ramming into me. Hard and fast. Sweat was flying off him. His eyes hard, like a hunter who knew he’d set up the perfect shot. Closing the space between us, he wrapped his arms around me. He held me tight. He was close. I clenched down. He started sucking in air short and fast. Then he slowed but went long and hard, the last one pushing me over the edge. “Shit yeah!” I growled, shooting biggest load ever as I felt his cock spasming in me. “Load me up, Coach!” “FUCKING TAKE IT!” he yelled, his swollen cock finally filling my hole with his poz load, and fell on me. He stayed in me for a while, both of us now covered in sweat until he pulled out and sat back. "You feel that in you, don't you, boy?” he grinned, fingering my sloppy hole. “Your first poz load.” “Yeah, Coach,” I growled, grabbing him tight, and pulled him back on me hard. My mouth crashed into his, rough and hungry. “Fucking thanks,” I panted against his lips, my breath raw and grateful. “You’re welcome, boy,” Coach smiled, showing me his red-stained cum slick fingers. “It’s starting. You feel it? It won’t be long.” “Shit,” I moaned, sucking on them. I could taste the metallic sharpness mixed with the saltiness of his load. “Gonna be your fucking poz musclejock, Coach.” “That you are, boy,” he growled and slipped a buttplug in my hole to make sure. “MY fucking poz musclejock. I got so much to show you.” “Can’t wait, Coach,” I muttered, rolling over and burying my face in his furry pecs.

I hope this was worth the wait. Sorry it took so goddamned long, you gotta be in the right mood for this. ----------------- “Let’s go boy. Time to see the rest of the house.”. He stepped back and his penis bobbed in front of me. Eagerly? Did he make it twitch like that? I was locked on his prick as he moved and automatically got to my feet. He took my hand and led me toward the hall. The TV was still on, that pool boy was getting it from both ends now, and the girls weren’t being gentle on him. Doorways on either side, the light was off but as nice California townhouses go, plenty of natural light made it in, highlighting Brad’s well muscled body as he led me along toward the bedroom. I could hear now, another TV and see the blueish flickering light across the master bedroom door as he pushed it open. No trannies here, all men, one lying in some sort of hammock thing I now know well, a sling, getting slowly opened by a furry Top with what looked like a beer bottle sized dick. The sound wasn’t too loud, just loud enough to hear the bottom groan as his Top pushed into his ass to the base. Brad looked at me, chuckled again, and said, “You’re getting all sorts of input today, huh? Play your cards right and that could be you soon enough, I think you’d love it. And Michael…he’s the top, breaking that boy’s hole, friend of mine, lives in West Hollywood. Have you been to LA yet Jeff?” I said I hadn’t and he smirked, “Well, we might have to change that, hmmm? Ever thought about what your next career choice might be after the Marines?” “Well, I’m going career. 20 years, maybe a full 30. Then probably college, a degree and a nice office with Raytheon or Grumman maybe.”. I was watching the screen as I spoke, not paying attention to the expression on Brad’s face. The Top, ‘Michael’, was picking up speed and the groaning had morphed into breathless moaning as he bored out the bottom’s asshole. “You never know,” Brad said. He’d come behind me, pulling me into himself. His fingers found my nipples and started to gently pinch and knead them. I could feel his cock flattened between us, still a little slick from the blowjob, it slid to rest between my ass cheeks like an obscene hot dog and he was pumping ever so slightly. This was enough to break my attention to the screen and I started to swoon a bit, looking down at his hands working my nips, twisting, pinching, tugging. “You never know,” he said again, breathing the words across my neck, “I think you’re going to want to find something else to do soon enough.” A slight push from his hips and a firmer tug on my right nipple turned me toward the bed and I went. The mattress hit my lower thighs and I lifted a leg to climb on as he was encouraging me. That caused the head of his dick to graze my asshole and I froze up a bit. “Mmmm, I’d take you right now, but I want to prep you a bit more first. Get you ready for my gift to you.” In hindsight, years later, the language makes for a different sort of sense, doesn’t it? But at 18, being naked for the first time, and dizzy headed from the rimming and fingering he was now performing, it was just words. Laid across the edge of the bed, one muscular leg hooked on the mattress, the other foot on the floor, I was nearly fully open to his tongue pushing into my anus, periodically replaced by fingers, first one, then two. He wasn’t being overly rough, aggressive, but not rough, as he worked my virgin hole open. Inside I could feel his fingertips pressing my prostrate, which made my eyes roll. Every time he brought his fingers out, he dragged them across my inside walls and then pushed them in again. Like the moaning bottom in the sling on the screen, my groans went to moans and soon I was pushing my hungry butt into his hand as he loosened me up. Eventually, after working me over for what felt like half the day, he pulled back with a sound of satisfaction. “Yeah, I think you’re ready to lose your cherry to me, aren’t you Jeff?” He pushed me slightly and I got into the bed and immediately put my butt up in the air. He grabbed an ankle and twisted slightly, indicating he wanted me on my back, so I did as told and flipped over. “I want to see it in your eyes when I convert you boy,” he said as he climbed up in between my spread legs. “Lift your hips a bit, give me that boi pussy.” He grabbed one hip and placed his knob at my puckered hole. “Don’t we need some lube?” I asked fearfully, “Its going to hurt otherwise.” “Your first time should always hurt a bit Jeff, it’s about the experience and becoming the bottom I know you are. You’re going to love this feeling soon enough, but there’s no pleasure without a little pain first baby, now relax and let me in to you.” He’d been pressing his cock into my asshole while he said it, the weight of his body forcing my thighs just that much more apart and bringing up my cunt to him as he did. Then, with a slight push, timed to how I was moving under him, I felt my anus pop as his cock pushed in, and I cried out. I could feel a burning sensation as his unlubed cock pushed into my ring and I started to struggle. “Oh no, Jeff, it’s time for it. I’m breaking you open and taking your virginity,” he pulled back slightly and pushed in again as I squirmed underneath him. Every twitch brought him deeper into my body, his hard prick dragging across my walls. The pain was excruciating but he didn’t let up, a good push in, rest, pull back, and then thrust again. He knew exactly how to time his movements and played my body like an instrument. His cock kept burrowing into me, deeper, until I felt a new pressure, deep in my cunt, not unlike his initial entrance. He slowed now, and pulled back a bit, groaning as he did. “Youre so tight baby boy, if I’m not careful, I’ll fuck my load into you right now, but you’ve still got a few more inches to take, and I’m gonna breed you right Jeff, open you all the way up.” I reached down and felt, he was right, there were at least two more inches of cock before he bottomed out. I felt my hole, and that fat pecker buried in it, and I felt my eyes go wide. He saw that, then looked toward my hand and I felt and heard him chuckle again. “Look at your hand Jeff, your fingers, I tore you open like a virgin should be. You’re definitely going to convert, become the boy you should be. I’m changing your life for the better baby.” I looked at my fingers as he’d instructed and saw streaks of red. Blood? Do guys bleed the first time they get fucked? That explained the burning, which, now that he was resting, was subsiding. I shifted a bit, the movement moving my hole (womb?) around this cock I was impaled on. It felt…nice? I was in shock, still reeling from the fact that I had a cock in me at all, that I was being fucked. Was this what my girlfriend felt when I fucked her? She never let on that it was painful but we never did anal so, maybe it would be? I didn’t know, and another light thrust from Brad brought me back to this reality... my world had changed. I noticed that my other hand was wrapped firmly to his side and I gripped his other flank, my legs spread lewdly on either side of him. “My prick is about to go through your second ring Jeff. When I do that, I’m going to be fucking into your guts, and I’m giving you my babies, gonna make you a real cock slut. And I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to explode in your belly.” With that, he lifted up a bit, shifted to one side, and thrust into me again. I cried out at the pressure, then felt another pop, deep inside as he fucked the last three inches into my guts and bottomed out. I felt his balls slap my ass and then he stopped. I felt full, his length and girth pulsing inside me, virgin no more. He looked into my eyes and said, “Are you ready to be pregnant Jeff? Tell me, I want to hear you say it, then I’m gonna fuck babies into you. Tell me now.” I nodded at first then breathlessly said it, “Fuck me! Fuck me and cum! Please Daddy!” There was that ‘Daddy’ again, where was that coming from? “That’s right Jeff. Beg for pregnancy.” He started fucking me then, pulled nearly all the way out then thrust back inside me, balls slapping my ass, over and over, and, just like the guy in the TV, eventually the gasping and cries turned to moans of pleasure as his prick, slicked by my internal juice and blood, pushed into me over and over again. The bed shook as he ripped away my virginity, my mind slipped into ecstasy and my legs spread, wanting more and more of him in my body. After a time, how long I can’t remember, he started to shudder. I could feel him swelling inside my asshole. “I’m gonna cum in you baby. Gonna give you my load, gonna change your life baby! Now tell me you want it! Tell me to load your virgin cunt with my babies!” I was so far gone I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, I only knew that I wanted to feel him shoot his cum into me. I moaned, “Take me Daddy, cum in me! Breed me like a bitch!” and that was it, I felt him pulse and tense up then slam back into me on more time and then I felt his cock expand and release as he filled my fuck hole with his cum.

I take one more look at his ID. And say, ok do u understand my cum is toxic viral. He moans and says, yes daddy Ive been wanting this since my brother got me into poz porn. Then his best friend would just hump my butt with his poz cock. But no one will penetrate me. We boy your hole is now mine. I go balls deep no letting back. The tightest hole I have ever had the pleasure of sliding into. Omg it hurts, he says, but begged for more. I look down to my cock with streaks of pink, got me throbbing so I pounding and stretching that boy hole for a good 1hr. His wrecked hole gushing my precum out. I grab his lil hips and break thru that second hole and that's where I shot 5 ropes of bloody cum. After I unload I stay inside him as I gently kiss his lips. Grab his tiny neck and pull him to me, Now who's hole is this, Its all yours daddy. Good boy now clean my cock. On his knees in seconds. He now lives with me. I couldn't let that hot thing out my site.

Jason's thumb hovered over the send button. He'd been waiting to see Dan online, the anticipation building since the last episode. With a deep breath, he typed, "Hey, Dan. Just wondering... did you enjoy fucking Jimmy?" The response was almost instantaneous, as if Dan had been eagerly awaiting Jason's message. "Hell yeah, he's hot as fuck. Can't stop thinking about him." A smirk played on Jason's lips as he typed his next message, his fingers flying across the screen. "Glad to hear it. You know, I was thinking... maybe you'd be up for something a little more... intense. You game for a threesome? Think you can handle both our cocks?" Dan's reply followed a pregnant pause. "Yes, I'm in. When?" Jason's pulse quickened at Dan's acceptance. He glanced over at Jimmy, who was lounging on the couch, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Tonight. You free?" "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Dan responded, his words dripping with desire. As the plan was set in motion, Jason and Jimmy prepared for the evening ahead. They sat side by side on the couch, their thighs brushing against each other, a silent understanding passing between them. The bareback porn playing on the screen in front of them served as a backdrop to their own growing arousal. Jason's hand found Jimmy's, their fingers intertwining as they stroked each other's cocks, the rhythm slow and deliberate. The door clicked open, and Dan stood there, his eyes raking over the scene before him. He licked his lips, his gaze locking with Jason's. "Ready for me?" Jason's smirk was predatory as he rose from the couch, Jimmy mirroring his movements. "Always." They closed the distance between them, their hands roaming over Dan's body, mapping every curve and plane. Jimmy's lips brushed against Dan's ear, his breath hot and heavy. "We've been waiting for you." Dan shivered, his eyes fluttering closed as Jason's hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer. "Take off your clothes, Dan. Let us see what we're working with." Obediently, Dan stripped, his body flushed with anticipation. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a glance, their unspoken agreement hanging in the air. They moved as one, their mouths and hands exploring Dan's body, leaving no inch untouched. Jimmy's tongue swirled around Dan's nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while Jason's fingers delved into the valley of Dan's ass, his touch firm and insistent. Dan moaned, his head falling back, his body arching into their touch. "You like that, don't you, Dan?" Jason murmured, his voice low and husky. "Like being touched, being wanted." Dan's response was a strangled moan, his body trembling with need. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance before turning their attention to Dan's cock, their mouths taking turns worshipping the throbbing length. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire. Jason and Jimmy moved in sync, their bodies a well-choreographed dance as they prepared Dan for what was to come. They took turns rimming him, their tongues delving deep, their fingers stretching him open, their touches building a crescendo of pleasure, while Dan lubed the other's cock with his spit. Jimmy was the first to push his cock into Dan's hole while Jason fed him poppers. "Such a good slut," Jason said, stroking Dan's hair as he fucked his mouth, "love watching your ass take Jimmy's fuckstick." Jimmy worked Dan open with smooth strokes, then told Jason to switch places. When they did, they made sure Dan was in position to watch the porn as he got fucked. "Yeah, taste your ass on my dick," Jimmy grunted, as Jason fucked Dan, picking up the pace. The porn playing in the background shifted, the scene changing to one of verbal poz talk. The voices of the men on screen were urgent, their words raw and desperate as they begged to be converted. Jason and Jimmy's movements became more primal, their thrusts into Dan's mouth and ass synchronized and fierce. Dan was a willing participant, his body responding to their touch, his moans filling the room. Jason and Jimmy spit roasted him, their cocks sliding in and out of his mouth and ass, their rhythm relentless. They switched positions, their movements a blur of flesh and desire, their bodies glistening with sweat. As the porn reached its climax, so did Jimmy, his body tensing as he thrust deep into Dan's ass, his cum shooting hot and heavy. The moment was intense, the air crackling with unspoken emotions. Dan lay panting, his body sated, as Jason and Jimmy caught their breath. Jason's voice was low and commanding as he instructed Dan, "clean up Jimmy' cock but leave that hole gaping so I can look at his poz cum inside you." Dan nodded, his movements sluggish as he followed Jason's instructions. Jason leaned in, his tongue delving into Dan's ass, his taste buds savoring the remnants of Jimmy's cum. He pulled back, his eyes locking with Dan's, and fed him a taste of Jimmy's poz cum, a silent, intimate exchange passing between them. Dan's eyes widened, his body stiffening, but he didn't pull away. Jason's gaze was intense, his voice a whisper. "You want this, don't you, Dan? Want to feel us inside you, marking you as ours." Dan's response was a nod, his throat working as he swallowed, his body trembling with a mix of emotions. Jason's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he thrust back into Dan, his movements slow and deliberate, his cock chasing its own climax. The room was filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. Dan's body tensed, his cock spurting as he came, his cum coating Jason's stomach. But as the moment passed, the atmosphere shifted. Dan's body became rigid, his eyes distant, his mind elsewhere. He pulled away, his movements abrupt, his words rushed. "I should go." Jason's brow furrowed, his gaze searching Dan's face, but Dan was already dressing, his back turned. The door clicked shut, leaving Jason and Jimmy alone, the weight of the moment hanging heavy between them. Jason turned to Jimmy, his eyes uncertain, his voice laced with doubt. "Do you think... was the conversion porn too much? Too soon?" Jimmy's expression was calm, his voice assured. "It's a lot to process, Jason. But it'll marinate in his brain. Soon enough, he'll realize he wants our HIV in his guts. He'll come back, craving what we have to offer."

This boy on sniffies has been begging for 3 months. I said no, not til u are 18. Then he messages, it's my bday! Can you please be my first dirty load. Then sends me pics of his tight hole and lil booty. I had to check his ID 2x lol but I'm a softy. So he says he lives with his mom and will meet at a park bathroom. I pull up and see him walking into the bathroom and my phone goes off, daddy come in the stall and make me your poz son. I'm instantly rock hard. I open stall door. His Peircing eyes meet mine meet mine, I'm instantly obsessed. He kisses so perfectly as I spit on my fingers and 2, 3 fingers rough in his hole. His legs start to shake. His lil moan... I bend him over and tongue his hole so deep his lil uncut dick squirts out hot cum. Then I smack that hole with my tox cock and.... To be continued 😈😈

I'm back! I'll finish this up along with another story very soon!! I'm glad everyone is enjoyed this story! - Jamie

Author’s note: No names have been altered. This story includes condom usage and does not include pozzing, in order to stay accurate. MARRIED MIKE I met a guy on one of the apps who called himself Mike. As we started to chat a bit, It turned out he had a wife and three sons in the suburbs, and he was an engineer. None of this was appealing to me, but I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, and I was curious about how fucking a family man might play out. Plus, there was no chance that this would become anything more than a no-strings fuck. Mike claimed to be “straight” (I didn’t comment). His availability was limited due to his family situation, his job, and his logistical considerations. He suggested that we meet at a Red Roof Inn motel in the suburbs at lunchtime. I’ve always loved sleazy hotel hookups with some sense of betrayal mixed in (joke). I was still unmedicated and healthy, although my doctor remarked that my viral load was high but stable. He wondered out loud if I might have the gene that permits someone to have HIV but to not progress onto AIDS (I didn’t). That would be another blood test. I had not been sick with anything other than hay fever allergies and an occasional head cold. Finally, the day arrived for me to meet Mike at the motel. This took place before iPhones or Android devices were available and he didn’t want to give me his phone number. We communicated through a pc app called Yahoo Messenger. He told me he drove an old Mercedes that he planned on restoring one day. He would rent the room and then meet me near his car. I drove into the parking lot and saw a classic car with a big, ripped, bearded guy wearing a baseball cap standing next to it. This guy was built, and he had big guns for arms. I pulled next to him and smiled as we shook hands. “Damn Mike, you’re built like a brick shithouse. You must lift a lot,” I commented. “Yeah, I’ve been lifting since high school football. I was a tall skinny kid before I started. You look like you have a good bit of muscle too,” he replied. I told him I was a lifelong runner and swimmer, but I started lifting in the last six months. We chatted as we walked to the room and before the door slammed behind me, Mike’s tongue was down my throat, and I was enveloped in a big snug bear hug. I pushed off his baseball cap off revealing a sexy shaved head. I really loved his natural smell and couldn’t get enough of it. We undressed each other, and he had a hairy chest and abs, an untrimmed nut sack, and a very thick seven-inch cock as hard as steel. I pushed him back onto the bed and we made out for quite a while. I huffed in his man-smell, and I worshipped his hairy pits. Then I sucked in his big knob and worked it into my mouth and down my throat. I had a hard time taking the knob into my throat and he tried to force it down, making me gag. The room was completely quiet except for Mike’s heavy breathing and my slurping on him. Finally, he said, “I want you to fuck me. This is my first time so be gentle,” with a smile. I reached into the pockets of my pants and retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube. I tossed the condom to him, and then I pushed his tree-trunk legs back exposed his tight straight ass. I dove in and ate him like a starving man, and he moaned like a bitch in heat. After about five minutes, he demanded, “I want your cock inside.” I smeared a lot of lube on his hole and worked it in with my finger. He rolled the condom on my dick, and I slowly popped his anal cherry. With great care, I slowly pushed my way into him. He winced and I told him to keep breathing. Finally, I bottomed out inside him. His as was virgin tight. “You OK?” I asked? “Yeah,” he said, “just fuck me.” At first, I went easy on him, but then I picked up my pace and started fucking him like a man ought to be fucked. We were both grunting like animals and made quite a racket. He said, “I finally get why guys like to be fucked.” I was sweating from the railing I was giving him; the drops were hitting his face. I kissed him as I groaned and pounded my deadly load into the condom that was protecting him. I pulled my cock out of him and immediately started sucking his cock again. I had a grip on his hairy nuts so I could feel when he was about to shoot his load. I felt his balls contract as his cock shot ropes of cum into my mouth which was wrapped around his dick. As I swallowed his babies, I pulled off and a cum string still connected my lips to his cock head. I kissed him so he could taste himself on me. The room reeked of man-smells, sweat, and cum. I remarked that when the maid came to clean the room, she would start ovulating. After a final kiss. I broke off and said, “Next time, I want to you to fuck me.”

Chapter 3: The Preparation The message came on the morning of the seventh day. It was as terse and commanding as he was. Address: 2247 Crestview Drive. 9 PM. Do not eat after 2 PM. Shower before you come. Use the enema in the package. The other 40k is waiting. Another package had arrived that morning. This one contained a specific, professional-grade saline enema kit, a fresh, large bottle of poppers, and a black silk blindfold. Taped to the bottle of poppers was a small, clear baggie filled with shimmering, crystalline shards. Tina. The instructions were degrading, medical, and unbearably arousing. He wasn't just preparing me; he was programming me, building the chemical architecture for my own surrender. I followed his orders to the letter. I left work early, my stomach a knot of nerves and a low thrum of excitement. At 2:01 PM, I took my last sip of water. The afternoon was an agony of anticipation. I paced my small apartment, the baggie of crystal sitting on my coffee table like a malevolent diamond. I picked it up, feeling the sharp edges through the plastic. This was the key he would use to unlock me. At 7 PM, I began the elaborate, humiliating process. I laid a towel on the bathroom floor, my cheeks burning with a shame that only fed the growing heat in my groin. He wasn't here, but I felt his presence in every step, his approval the only thing that mattered. When I was finally, clinically clean, a hollow, empty vessel, a wave of dizzying submission washed over me. The shower was a ritual. I scrubbed every inch of my skin until it glowed pink and sensitive. I shaved myself smooth, the drag of the razor making me shudder. I stood under the scalding spray until the water ran cold, imagining it was his gaze. I looked at myself in the foggy mirror. My eyes were wide, pupils already dilated with fear and need. My body was trembling. I was perfect for him. I put on simple jeans and a tight black t-shirt. No underwear. Another unspoken command I felt compelled to obey. I placed the vial of poppers, the bag of crystal, and the blindfold in my pocket. The Lyft ride to Crestview Drive was silent. This house was different from the first—a brutalist masterpiece of black steel and tinted glass, a sharp angular silhouette against the night sky. It felt like a fortress. A laboratory for sin. He opened the door before I could knock. He was dressed in sleek black leather pants that clung to his powerful thighs and a tight black muscle shirt. He looked me up and down, a predator assessing his meal. “You brought everything?” he asked, his voice a low rumble. I nodded, wordlessly producing the items from my pocket. He took the bag of Tina, holding it up to the light. “Good. This will help you receive your gift properly. Come.” The interior was stark and intimidating. Polished black concrete floors, blood-red walls, and harsh, minimalist lighting. The air was cold and smelled of ozone, leather, and his dominant cologne. In the center of the vast, echoing room was a large, leather-padded medical table, equipped with sturdy straps at the ankles and wrists. My breath hitched. This was real. This was happening. Matt saw my look of trepidation and smiled, a flash of white in the dim room. “It’s for your safety. To keep you focused on the sensation. To keep you from running from the pleasure.” He stepped closer, his scent enveloping me. “The price is the same whether you are strapped down or not. But the experience… the experience will be infinitely more intense if you surrender to it completely.” This was the final gate. Walking out now would mean I had humiliated myself, flushed my pills, and taken his $10k for nothing. I’d be free, but I’d always wonder. Staying… staying meant total immersion. It meant getting the full, terrifying, exhilarating value of our deal. I looked from his intense eyes to the table. My cock, traitorous and eager, strained against my jeans. “I’ll stay,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I knew my boy would make the right choice,” he purred, his hand cupping my cheek. “Now, the gear. Let’s get you ready.” He led me to a low black sofa. He prepared the pipe with an expert’s efficiency, loading a large shard onto the screen. He lit the torch, and the familiar cloud of white smoke began to fill the glass bulb. “Inhale,” he commanded, holding the pipe to my lips. “Suck it deep into your lungs. Hold it. Let it burn away all that fear.” I obeyed. The hit was massive, a seismic shock to my system. The rush was instantaneous—a crackling, electric current zipping up my spine and exploding in my brain. Every nerve ending screamed to life. The leather of his pants, the cold air, the sound of his breathing—it all became hyper-sharp, intensely vivid. And the hunger… a raw, animal need began to uncoil in my gut. “Again,” he said, his voice already taking on a god-like resonance in my heightened state. He fed me another colossal hit. This one melted my bones. A dizzying, euphoric wave of pure lust washed over me. I was panting, my skin buzzing, my cock a rigid, leaking ache in my jeans. “That’s it,” he murmured, his own eyes glittering with dark intent. He took a hit himself, holding the smoke before leaning in and sealing his mouth over mine, forcing the potent cloud into my lungs in a searing kiss. I groaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders. He broke the kiss. “Now, the blindfold. I want all your focus on what you’re about to feel.” The world vanished into deep, rich black silk.

I’m going to recount some experiences I’ve had. I’m Dave, and most of these stories are true or as true as I can recall. Generally, I use the actual first names of the guys. MY DETAILS As I mentioned, I’m Dave and I grew up in a religious family in the northeast of the USA. My parents made us go to church every Sunday. For high school, I was sent to an all-boys parochial school. That decision was made for me. I grew up sheltered and knew very little about sex but found early on that I had a jockstrap fetish. I also knew that I found looking at some of my classmates irresistible. But none of this really meant much to me as a kid – I really couldn’t make sense of it. After all, I couldn’t be gay because it was a sin, and I was a good Catholic boy, although very mischievous. I stand about 5 feet 9 inches and I’ve always been athletic with a tight body, especially my pecs and my ass. I have blue-grey eyes and dirty blond hair. In the mid 1980s, I probably weighed 150 pounds. Fast-forward to my junior year of college in 1985. Looking back, I was deeply in the closet to myself. I got rid of my virginity to a woman at my college, and it was mediocre sex. I was still looking at dudes I thought were hot at the university and there were a lot of them. I had a lot of straight friends – both guys and women. I knew some gay guys, but I found that I couldn’t identify with them. BOB Through my 2nd year of university, I lived in a dorm, but I wanted to get an apartment. I knew a cool guy named Bob who was looking for a roommate. Bob was a handsome Italian American and about my size and a jock. I had not yet seen him without a shirt, but I daydreamed that he was a hairy otter. Bob was the type who had a five o’clock shadow by 9 am. I asked Bob if he was still looking for another roommate and he said he was. DAN The other roommate who was living in the apartment was Dan. I already knew Dan for a few years, and whenever I saw him, I found myself staring at him because he was stunning. Dan stood about 5 feet 10 inches and had a lean, muscled body. He was a rugby player and I’d been to see a couple of matches where he had played. He had blue eyes and long brown, wavy hair not quite to his shoulders. Despite his mesmerizing beauty, he was usually an arrogant prick to most other people, unless he was after pussy at a party or a bar. Then he could turn on the charm. This is how Dan looked when we were in our 20s. I decided I was busy enough with studies and a part time job so that I could minimize any unpleasant interactions with Dan. So, Bob and I shook hands, and I moved into the spare bedroom in his apartment just off campus. THE DAWNING As life at the apartment settled into a normal rhythm, all three of us got along surprisingly well. Bob was always friendly and outgoing, Dan was more to himself and maybe a bit introverted. A few months passed and one night, I came into a darkened apartment after going out with some friends to a party. I walked toward my room and noticed a dim light coming from Dan’s room. As I walked past, I saw Dan awake laying in bed in his white briefs. I said, “Hey, how’s it going? Did you stay in tonight?” Dan replied, “No, I had a date with a new woman, but it wasn’t great, so I ended it early. I’m going to grab a beer. You want one?”, as he got up out of bed. “Sure, I’ll have one,” I said. We chatted about random things. After our third or fourth beer, Dan said, “I notice that you’re always staring at me and when I look up, you look away. Why is that?” I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, and I stammered. He continued, “You think I’m hot don’t you? Well, I am. I think you’re pretty sexy too,” and he reached out to my chest and lightly pinched my left nipple through my tee shirt. I let out a gasp and tentatively, I reached out to his naked pecs as he leaned in to kiss me, his left hand reaching up to the back of my head. Once that initial kiss broke the ice, we were all over each other and moved to his room, slamming the door behind us. Both our cocks were rock hard as we got on his bed and kissed like two horny young guys do. I’d never touched another man’s cock yet alone sucked one. I licked his nipples, and he took my head in his hands and moved me down toward his cock. I noticed that there was some pre-cum gathering on his cock head, so I licked it and he groaned. My first attempt at giving head wasn’t too bad and I later found I was a natural born cocksucker. My own cock was also dripping pre-cum by now. Dan was on his back as I was sucking him, and I moved back up to kiss him as his muscular legs wrapped around me. Our cocks were sword fighting and pre-cumming all over each other’s dicks. Then he grabbed my cock and smeared some spit and his pre-cum all over my head and pushed me toward his hole. I fumbled around for about 10 seconds, but then my cock head found his hole. Dan had a smooth hole and as I reared up, he put his ankles on my shoulders, and I pushed my mushroom head into him and then past his ring. He hole was so much tighter than the pussy of the one woman I had fucked, and I kept pushing in. My brain was overloading with so many conflicting thoughts, but my cock head was clearly in charge as I finally bottomed out in Dan, my hairy balls against his taint. “Fuck Dave, you feel incredible. I didn’t know your cock was so big.” “Dude, your ass is so tight I could fuck you all night,” I replied. I was sweating like a pig onto Dan’s chest and abs as I pounded him. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this incredible man. I realized now that what I was feeling as I grew up, and that I was at least bisexual or maybe even gay. After pounding Dan’s ass about 10 minutes, I let out a groan and pushed my cock all the way into him and shot about 7 cock strokes of cum deep in Dan’s ass. I collapsed onto him for a second and left my dick in him as my cock softened. I kissed him and felt his still-hard cock on my stomach. I moved back down and took his cock into my mouth and gave him the best head I knew how to. “Dave, you’re going to make me cum,” and then I felt Dan’s hot cum hit the back of my throat. I was a bit panicked because I didn’t know what to do with it and I was a little grossed-out. “Swallow it. Just fucking swallow that load,” Dan said in a commanding tone. So, I did. Later, I would come to love the taste of cum, but not that night. “Listen, this has got to stay between us,” Dan said. I nodded my head. “You should probably go back to your room in case Bob comes back soon. “Yeah, right” I replied, and grabbed my clothes and left.

He was definitely staring. Every booth in the arcade was full. Thanks to some stupid state law, likely meant to inhibit sex (ironic, Black's Beach was just south in La Jolla...), there were no doors or curtains and one could see many of the booths and their occupants. My pants were done up, but I was rubbing myself through my shorts...and he was staring. He had a casual look, leaning back in the darkness of the booth, I could catch bits of detail from the flashes of TV light. Short hair, salt and pepper, trimmed in beard and moustache, decently built, he looked like he was in his early fifties. And that stare. For the briefest moment...you know that moment, when the eyes meet yours for the first time and lock. You quickly looked away, didn't you? I did. But just like you did, I looked back a little later, just to see, right, to see if he was actually looking at me, was he? That stare. I was 18, fresh into school at Camp Pendleton, and the porn shop in Oceanside was a natural draw. There were plenty of places to buy skin mags but this was the only video arcade young Marines knew of, otherwise, in the early 90's, you had to get a room at the Miramar or one of the other hotels and suck up the stupid cost of a hotel porn film. No, this place was where you went to see the films and, as a young Midwestern 18 year old, first delved into the reality of your sexuality. It was a straight film I had up but now I could barely concentrate on Tom Byron blowing his load over Tori Wells' tight ass. He was still staring. And his hand was grazing across his crotch, his legs carelessly spread...was that his dick? Was he actually stroking? While he's staring at me? Is this guy gay? He chose that moment to leave his booth; he had to walk right past mine, I tried not to look but his eyes never left me and I could feel it. The state. As he passed by, his left hand 'casually' brushed the framing of my booth and a soft noise indicated he'd smacked the edge with a ring, not enough to be noticed...except by me. The sound of metal on wood caused me to look up. He was still staring at me and when I looked up and our eyes locked again, he motioned toward the store with a nod of his head and was gone. I sat there shocked. Had never experienced anything like this before. But when you know you're being scoped you KNOW, instinct tells you what experience can't and I knew. He wanted me to follow. Would I? I wasn't gay...but THAT wasn't really true either, was it? I'd played with things I could get up my butt as a kid, even a big black dildo, my mother's, from the time I'd hit puberty, certainly long enough to know I liked it. And there was that night in San Diego a few weeks earlier, and the two men who came to my tiny YMCA cubbyhole. But I wasn't gay, I had a girlfriend after all, and you couldn't have a girlfriend and be gay... But I felt I had to follow him, see where this went, so I got up and went for the door. And in the bright, harsh fluorescents, among Marines and others browsing and marvelling at the smut on display, there he was, looking at a dildo. A large one. And as if on cue, he casually looked across the wall in a way that naturally allowed him to see me coming out of the arcade. I stepped into the toy aisle and moved past him a bit. After a few moments I could feel him passing behind me and that was when reality hit. A whisper, barely audible, lost to the background and just for me. ”Outside, white Chevy, just get in," and again, gone. My heart raced. I was right. He was definitely staring at me,he was definitely hitting on me, he was definitely cruising me (though I had no idea of that term or it's meaning)...and I was now definitely walking out the door into the California sun, where, sure enough, he was behind the wheel of a white Chevrolet. Watching. I walked to the car and got in; without a word he pulled out and we were gone. It was that easy. As he pulled into traffic south toward Carlsbad, he rested his hand on my bare thigh and gave my leg a squeeze then left it there, chuckling quietly as he felt me tense up. "First time?" he said. It wasn't a question. He went on, not waiting for me to respond, "My name is Brad, it's nice to meet you..." he trailed off, expecting a response. "Jeff. I'm Jeff." I stuttered in response. It was about all I could say. My mouth was suddenly dry. "Well Jeff,it's nice to meet you. I think we'll have a good time this afternoon, yeah?” He chuckled again and his hand slid a bit further up my leg. "I'm positive. You'll remember this, you never forget your first time." All pretense was gone, the fingers drifted into the leg of my shorts as he drove "I love that I'm your first time. Heh, makes me a virgin killer I guess." 'How could he know?' I thought to myself. We rode the rest of the way making small talk, he danced on and off sexual questions as he got me loosened up, all the time that hand crept up my thigh bit by bit. He'd done this before. That became evident. And his casual questions, what you'd expect, the usual, worked to open me even more. How old I was, where I was from, did I have a girlfriend,had I ever been with a man, what did I like. The typical questions we ask a new partner. The questions that told him I was, in fact, a virgin to what he was offering. "Here we are Jeff, home sweet home.". A nice townhouse in Carlsbad. Where I grew up in one afternoon in 1992. to be continued...

I'm back. I'll be finishing this one and another story soon. I'm glad people are still enjoying this as much as I did writing it. -Jamie

If you're regularly tested, and make that known, the expectation is that you are STI free to the best of your knowledge. The risk to a partner is relatively low. Failing to disclose that you have an active STI to a partner puts them at very high risk of exposure. These are two very different levels of exposure risk. Hiding the elevated risk to partners puts you on the wrong side of ethical behavior. Having an active STI and needing to pause in taking men's dicks and seed until it's gone is not easy for those of us built for that purpose. But it is the ethical thing to do.

Epiphany “Hey Bob. That was so fucking hot! Put your cock through the hole - I want to lick the cum off your piss hole,” I said. There was a string of cum still hanging off Bob’s cock. He gave me a dubious look and stepped up to the hole and I eagerly took his fat, flaccid cock into my mouth and scrubbed it with my tongue. Then I said, “Turn around. I want to see your asshole.” He gave me his infamous evil grin and turned around and I reached through the hole and stuck a finger up his ass which he wasn’t expecting, and he moaned. Then I put my finger in my mouth and savored the hot cum that the black dude left in Bob. “Dave, you’ve become quite a pig. I hadn’t realized.” He put his ass firm against the gloryhole. I sniffed it and it smelled like cum and sweat. I put my face in to the gloryhole and his cheeks folded over my face. I started rimming Bob and he spread his cheeks wide as I started lapping the cum up that was leaking from his hole. The smell was intoxicating, and it still makes me hard to think about it today. Looking back on this, it was a piggy thing that was totally out of character for me, but I was high on sex, and Bob helped unleash it. I embraced it. Bob was pushing back against the wall trying to feed me more of his ass and my face was deep in his ass cheeks. I unbuckled my jeans and as I dropped them the belt buckle made a noisy clang on the floor of the booth. He stayed still against the gloryhole knowing what I was going to do before I did. I stood up and put my mushroom head up to his asshole and easily pushed in. His asshole was wet and warm and pretty loose for a “100% top man”. There were some handles in the booth for getting a good grip, which came in handy because I was pounding Bob hard and he was making a lot of noise. Through all the racket, I could hear him huffing on his poppers. After about ten minutes of all-out fucking, I grunted and held my hips hard against the wall as I shot about eight ropes of cum into my roommate. I told Bob to clean off my cock and he turned around and licked my cock clean. Then, he backed up to the gloryhole and I ate all the cum from him. He put his face to the gloryhole and we kissed through it, snowballing a salty, gooey, sexy kiss. He licked up all the sex fluids that lingered on my face after felching him. “I’ve had enough of this place, Dave, he said. “Let’s go then,” I replied. We exited the booths and there were several men gathered around, and we shuffled past them. I was a bit embarrassed because we stank of ass and cum. But I doubt Bob was. He later told me that this wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. “Why did you tell me you only topped guys, Bob?” I asked. “It’s probably a hang-up. You know, an Italian, macho bullshit thing,” he replied. “Bob, we’re buddies and you can be what you want to be around me. I don’t think any less of you because you like to get fucked. It actually makes me even hornier for you. And it’s just between you and me.” Thanks man, he said. He had his afternoon class, but when he got back to the apartment after his class, we fucked each other and fell asleep until we heard the apartment door close when Dan got in from class.

After our hookup (although I don’t think we referred to it with that word at the time), I had a flood of different thoughts that I considered the following weeks. I realized that I was physically attracted to Dan, but I didn’t feel any emotional attachment to him like I had with some of the girls I dated. But I had enjoyed it. Hell, I fucking loved it. Whenever I thought about it, I got hard as steel. Maybe I was just horny and needed to get off? No, that wasn’t quite it. Also, Dan and I didn’t talk about it, but I don’t think we acted weirdly when we were around each other, thankfully. So, life went on for the next week like nothing happened. Then the following Saturday night, I went to one of the local college bars with some buddies, but one of my friends got wasted doing jagerbombs, so I made sure he got home in one piece, but it was only 11 pm. I decided to go back to the apartment, and I could see from the street that lights were on inside. I unlocked the door, but no one was around, so I turned on the TV. Bob was staying at a new girl’s place this weekend (without his current girlfriend knowing about it). About 15 minutes later, Dan walked in the door with a 6-pack and a small brown bag which he threw to me. “Hey, what’s up?” I said as I caught the bag and looked inside. “I bought you something and I want you to use it right now,” he said. It was a fleet enema. “What the fuck is this for?” I exclaimed. He replied, “It’s for you to clean out.” Ah…for some stupid reason, I had not thought about why Dan’s ass was completely clean when I fucked him…and now (I supposed) he wanted to fuck me. OK, I was open to trying it. “Any special instructions?” I asked. “No. Just do it while you shower and make sure the water runs out of you completely clear and clean for a few purges. And don’t rush it,” he replied. A few purges? OK. I had never had an enema before, and I certainly did not want to embarrass myself. The shower and clean-out took longer than I expected. But I finally finished and walked to Dan’s room, and he was laying on the bed with his 7-inch cock standing straight up. I dropped my towel and bent over him, and we kissed. Then, he told me to 69 with him. We were sucking each other’s cocks for about five minutes when he released my cock from his mouth. I felt his tongue flicking around my butt crack and then he flicked his tongue on my pucker. The next thing I knew, his tongue was invading my hole, and he was pulling my ass cheeks apart. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. It was shocking what he was doing and it was surprising how great this felt, and I tried to keep focusing on giving Dan head. He was fucking my ass with his tongue, and my cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his chiseled chest. I didn't want this tongue-lashing to stop. Then Dan told me to lay face down on the bed. He got a bottle of baby oil from his bedside table and rubbed some into my ass. He took and finger and pried open my asshole as I struggled against it in pain. “Relax! Just like to song goes. And breathe deeply,” he said. Finally, he got a finger in, and I stopped whimpering. “I think we’re going to need a little help,” he said. Again, he reached over and opened a drawer of the bedside table and took out a little brown bottle. “I’m going to hold this under your nose, and you breathe the fumes in as deeply as you can and count to 10 and then I’ll do the other nostril, OK?” So, with his hard cock lodged in my ass crack and his cock head poking right against my hole, Dan introduced me to the wonderful world of poppers. I was flying high as he quickly pushed his cock into me and of course it hurt. I took the bottle from him and huffed more until it started to feel better and then it began to feel amazing. Dan told me to lay on my back, then he lifted my feet to his chest and put his cock into me again. He told me to hit the poppers, and he started pounding my ass. In about five minutes he said, “Man I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” With several grunts, he slammed into me, and I felt his cock twitch as he finished crushing my anal cherry. As Dan came down from his orgasm, I could feel his heart beating through his cock which was still inside me, and his sperm was swimming inside me looking in vain for eggs to fertilize.

I tried to shift again to try and adjust to the massive cock stretching my hole. The sting was starting to subside, and the feeling of fullness in my rectum was beginning to turn me on. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying being violated like this, but the masochist in me was getting off on the abuse. John slowly started to ease the pressure into me and slid his cock back slightly before fucking it in to me again. He began to gently fuck my arse. "So lets decide the stakes." John said casually as he fucked me. "If you win, I pull out as I'm going to cum. I'll shoot my poz cum on those sweet cheeks of yours. Of course, your guts will still be coated in my dirty pre-cum, but still, better chances of not converting than taking this 3 day load" he chuckled. His thick cock was starting to pick up a little momentum. It felt as if each each time he pulled it out a little more and my poor battered hole was getting pulled out with it. I nodded frantically at this, I was turned on but suddenly thinking about how dangerous this was, my hole being slimed with poz pre-cum. "Oh, you're agreeing already, and without even hearing the losing stakes. If you lose..." I heard him flip a coin. "Then I post this video to grindr, and we see how long we can have some fun today." He reached forward and placed a phone on the bench in front of me. I turned my head and saw a picture on it. My eyes widened as I saw what was presumably my arse being violated. A blood tinged cock was pulling out of a puffy arsehole above the text reading "BB bondage bottom - taking all loads." I was horrified, obviously. The idea of my recently virgin hole being filled with loads and cock from whatever random guy wanted to drop one in me was so....so.... I started to nod my head slowly, not as enthusiastically. Yeah. What were the odds I could lose again? Right? I almost convinced myself there was the slightest chance I could survive the day with catching the bug. "Alright then" John said as he fucked me. "Nod for heads. Shake for tails." I paused. I nodded my head. I felt John pause, his amazing cock poised half way into my hole. I heard him give a chuckle again and placed a coin just in front of me. As he picked up the phone with the same hand I craned to see the side facing up. Tails. I felt cold shock down my spine. There were a few seconds longer of that frozen moment before I heard John say: "Aaaand, posted." He placed his hands on the small of my back again. This time he pushed harder, arching my back and pushing my arse further up towards his crotch. The increased pressure was uncomfortable, but that was nothing compared to what happened to my hole a moment later. I thought he'd been fucking me before, sliding his cock in and out, but I realised he'd been teasing me. The invading flesh started to piston-fuck me, slamming his hips into my cheeks with a stinging slap. The sensations from my arse veered from agony to ecstasy. I closed my eyes and bit down on the gag between my teeth. The assault continued at a quick steady pace for a few more minutes. Then John firmly slammed his cock to the hilt. He growled as he ground his hips into me as I felt his cock twitch in my hole. This lasted for a moment before he fell forwards, his sweaty body lying on top of mine, both our skins slippery with sweat. His cock stayed nestled inside me. As the pain subsided I started to feel how hot and wet my hole felt. He lay that way for a few minutes, both of us panting the same hot air sharp and musky with the smell of cum and sweaty bodies. After a while he stood up and his softening cock slipped out of my hole. I could feel the air hit my wrecked hole. It felt like it was still gaping and leaking cum down my leg. I heard a unmistakable phone camera shutter noise, not even trying to hide it now. "And that pic should really get some attention on your post." John said.

He turned the key and held the door open, inviting me in. I crossed the threshold and paused. A TV was in the corner, porn on the screen, a shemale thrusting herself into a guy like he owed her money. The language was alien, I'd later learn to recognize Portuguese, the language of every Brazilian sex goddess on screen, "Aiii papi!". Brad gently but firmly gave me a nudge toward one of the kitchen chairs arrayed in front of the television and closed the door behind him. My eyes glued to the TV, I barely paid attention as he turned the deadbolt closed and 'secured' the door. I'd heard of shemales, of course, seen a couple of videos in the booths naturally, but none as hot as this woman, far better looking than Emily back home. Her claim was that, at 22 when I'd been 16, she could and would buy the beer and cigarettes; she wasn't remotely close to the Brazilian on the screen. I decided I preferred the porn star and gasped when she pulled out ten inches of cock. Brad chuckled as he kicked his flip flops to the wall next to the door. I kicked my own shoes off next to his. "Have a seat, would you like a drink?" "Coke? Er...please?" I said. My eyes were locked on the screen as she shot her load into her boi, the camera caught every pulse of her balls as she bred him. "You like shemales?" he asked as he sat down next to me, handing me a freezing cold Pepsi. "Straight boys tend to like shemales at first, when they're making the transition, shemales and crossdressers, drag queens. It's like easing into the pool instead of jumping straight into the deep end." His leg pressed into mine and his hand went to my thigh again, but all the way to the top of my leg this time. His fingers brushed my cock, which jumped. He twitched his hand and palmed my shaft through the thin material. I took a nervous gulp of the soda. "Relax, enjoy the show." A new scene had started on the screen, two women in tiny string bikinis. Their tits were straining the bikinis and the bulging cocks were unmistakable as they walked up on the pool boy. "Why don't we get you a little more comfortable," he stood then, and in the same motion began tugging my t-shirt up my belly, "you don't need this." My hands automatically went up, he deftly snared the Pepsi with one hand as he pulled my shirt over my head with the other. The movement caused me to lean into him as he took a slight step forward, and now I could feel his abs press into my face through the shirt. My T came clear and flew across the room and he handed the can back and took his chair again. Sliding it a few inches, now somewhat behind me, I felt his hands spread across my bare shoulders; I shivered a bit and turned away slightly as he started to knead the muscles. ”Nice." he drawled it out slightly, "you work out?" He chuckled at the joke and so did I, the ice started to break then as I relaxed into his hands. "Ever had a massage before?" he asked, "I've got a table if you're up for one, I'm fairly good at it." I said no, I never had had a massage before and then, "Actually, I've never been in a situation like this before." "Never?" he asked. "Well, there was a thing, a couple of weeks ago in San Diego, at the Armed Services YMCA, a couple of guys came into my room...I mean, I invited them to my room, and they were naked, but they only touched each other...it was weird..." I trailed off. "Well, I won't leave you high and dry, honey, you’re gong to get the full experience. I want you to be relaxed, feel good." We continued on like that for a while then he patted my arms and told me to stand up. He reached down and pulled at first one sock, then the other, and tossed them near my shoes and discarded T-shirt. "Fuck you've got a nice body. Being a Marine was a good look for you." His hands ran up and down my sides, then one slid further down, from my waist, my hip, then down my leg to the bottom of my shorts, then up the inside and into my crotch from behind. I felt his fingers wrap around my balls and his thumb pressed the fabric of my briefs into my butt and wriggled. I instinctively pressed back against that and felt him hook the leg opening and his thumb was in my crack. He followed with his fingers and awkwardly reached forward to get at me again. "Ooo!” I murmured, wincing and flinching a bit, into his hand. He'd accidentally raked my puckered hole with his thumbnail. "Nice cock Jeffy. Very nice. Let's get these off you and see you, naked as a virgin." His hand slid back along the underside of me as he withdrew, each fingertip running rough across my hole. It stung a bit but I wasn’t thinking about that as I felt his hands come up, hook my waistband and just like that, my shorts and briefs were on the floor, pooled around my ankles. ”Never been naked in front of a man, hmmm?” he asked absentmindedly as he stroked his hands across my ass. “Well…not exactly, I mean, you know, the shower…” “No. I mean sexually. That’s what I’m talking about. You ever look around in the shower? See what kind of heat the other Marines were packing?” “No way!” I replied. The thought actually sort of repulsed me; the guys I did like were like family, and the ones I didn’t like…well…yeah, no chance. I didn’t talk to them, there was no way I’d consider sex with them. Besides, “Today is the first time I’ve ever really been sexual with a guy.” “What about San Diego?” His hands were all over my ass now, one would slide into my cheeks regularly as he rubbed and kneaded, and the fingernails would play that stinging trail across my tender anus. I thought nothing of it except that it felt nice, this attention. My cock was rock solid as he slid a hand between my legs and made a fist. My thighs parted slightly and he pushed through, reaching underneath and grabbing my cock, “You said something about San Diego.” “We’d just come in from a field op and I was gross, but I wanted to go find a place in San Diego, have a weekend. I took the train down,” he was actively stroking my balls and the base of my cock, my thighs parted wider, about to the PT position. “I got a room at the YMCA. I couldn’t afford anything else. The showers are communal, and while I was in there, two guys came in. Bare assed naked,” “Like you are now.” The thought thrilled me as his hand pulled and kneaded my prick. These guys had come in the room naked, they had nothing with them, and it was a while of me scrubbing and enjoying the endless hot water before I realized they had been checking me out. Boldly, they weren’t hiding anything. Least of all their cocks, on full display. As I related the story and it’s anticlimactic end where they used me for a mattress, fucked each other, and then left me, his fingertips were rubbing and pushing at my hole. “You got a taste of it, didn’t you? That feeling of a man on top of you? Did it bother you they didn’t play with you so much as on you?” “I was nervous, so not at first, but later, it was frustrating. Oooohhmmm….” I moaned slightly as he teased my butt, those fingernails grazing me again. It felt heavenly. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun, I can already tell Jeff. Let me give you a taste.” He pulled down a bit on my dick as his other hand came out of my ass and slid up my back, pushing me forward. I was now bent over slightly and he pulled my cock back and pressed his face into my cleft, his tongue searching across the crack to my hole. I gasped and my cock jumped in his hand as he slipped his tongue into me. I was glad now for the morning shower as he introduced me to rimming, his tongue pushing in and out of me. He came up for air, “Nice! You’ve got a nice tight cherry baby. I can’t wait to get you nice and juicy.” He dove again and started eating my ass in earnest, his tongue fucking in and out of me in a slow rhythm. As I moaned and pushed back against his furry mouth, I thought idly that there was no way I was leaving for a while. Hell, his clothes were still on. My knees started to tremble a little and he backed off then. “Mmmm, don’t wanna get you too excited, not just yet. Just a little tease, get you into chase mode.” He turned me around then and I looked down to him as he appraised my body. His hand wrapped back around my prick and squeezed. Precum drizzled from the tip. “You won’t have any use for this today, not the way you’re used to, anyway. I’m a top, not versatile. You understand what that means baby? It means I’m the pitcher and you’re the catcher, and from the way your body is reacting, I think you’re going to like it that way. You’re definitely going to be catching something today.” He chuckled and stood up. “Now, take my clothes off. Get used to your place. This is Daddy’s house, and you’re the new boy.”. I did as he told me, slightly shocked over how readily I took his orders. I began unbuttoning his shirt, nearly tearing the first button off. He playfully slapped my hand, “Slowly, boy, take your time and enjoy it. I’m the first Man you’ve ever undressed. I’m not going to be the last. Learn how to do it right.” I did as he told me, taking each button and staring at his body as I revealed it. The top buttons revealed a light coating of silver fur across his chest and beautiful, firm pecs. He definitely worked out, this was the proof, and each was tipped by a pink, thick nipple. They were a bit puffy and well defined. Unconsciously, I licked my lips as I continued unbuttoning him. Finally, the shirt fell open and I smoothed it off his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle under my hands. I felt a little thrill as he grabbed between my legs again. “Now, get on your knees and take off my pants. Shorts first.” He put a hand on my shoulder and gently forced me down; I was now at near eye level to his crotch, I could clearly see the bulge of his prick in front of me. I undid the belt and fly, breathing in, smelling his sex. It was exhilarating, that first true smell of his pheromones. He stepped one foot, and then the other, out of his shorts and now stood in front of me in just a blue brief that fit his body like paint. I could almost see the veins on his turgid cock as I reached for the waistband. I paused a moment, nervous again. Was he going to put it in my mouth? I took a breath and pulled. His prick fell out, fully erect, precum oozing from the tip. A thick chrome ring encircled the base and the veins WERE rippling across its thick surface. He was huge, at least 8 inches, and thick, and I gasped quietly. He took that moment of surprise to firmly pull my head in and suddenly that cock head was on my lips. “open wide for Daddy, Jeff, it’s time for your next lesson.” He said as he pushed into my mouth. I tasted the salty precum as the head slid across my tongue, slowly fucking into the back of my throat. I started to grip the base and he swatted my hand away, “Hands off boy. This is your first blowjob, isn’t it? You’re going to learn the right way isn’t like those sluts in the pornos do it. Girls don’t know how to suck cock, but you’re going to learn the right way. I don’t want anyone ever saying my boy doesn’t know how to give a proper blowjob. Now relax your throat and lean into it. Fuck my cock with your throat, and don’t throw up.” I started sucking, cautious at first, jerking back every time he triggered my gag reflex, and bit by bit, that cock worked into my stretching mouth. Saliva glistened as I continued to eat his prick and he groaned. I looked up and saw him, head back, and felt him thrust and for a brief moment, I bottomed out, my nose buried in his hair, the head of his prick almost in my esophagus and then he pulled out with an nearly audible pop. “Good boy. You’ve got promise baby. I’m gonna turn you into an elite cocksucker. A true slut.” I swooned a bit and smiled, and out of nowhere, “Thank you Daddy.” What was this? ‘Thank you Daddy?’ Was that ME? *********************** It's a lot easier to imagine/remember this than it is to write it, so bear with me. Also, only part of this is fiction, I've taken my own cherry breaking and added a bit of fantasy and a bit of fiction. Thank you for the kind comments this far.

Sometimes I find myself in a situation that I know can’t be good, but the allure of being seduced into a den of iniquity is too intoxicating to deny. This is such an occasion. I was trolling on BBRT when I was approached by a guy looking to top. I checked out his profile and it was rather sparse. Hispanic, 38, 165, 5’11, nice cock. That’s it. No pics, no preferences. Nothing. Initially, I ignored him, but a few minutes later he messaged, “It’s Saturday night, I got a six-pack and hard cock. You should come over.” I responded, “Your profile leaves a lot to the imagination. Do you have a pic?” Him, “Imagine my fat Mexican cock making you whimper like a little girl, bitch. I will make that gringo ass happy, niño.” And…I was hooked. I know, It didn’t take much, but Louis, his name, sounded horny and dirty so I cleaned up and headed in his direction. I packed a jock, poppers and a beer. Soon, I found myself in a part of town I’d never been before. Following the GPS, I wandered deeper and deeper into a neighborhood that started looking shadier and shadier the further I got. When I arrived at the address Louis gave me, it looked like no one had lived there in years. These houses looked abandoned. The three story home was absent of any paint on the clapboard siding and had been weathered gray ages ago. The partial shutters seemed to barely hang on its hinges by a thread. The garden, and I use the term loosely, was overgrown and there were no cars in front of the house. This had to be the wrong place, I thought. I texted Louis and he said, “Yeah, this is it, come on in. I’m on the second floor.” I started hiding everything in my car so that nothing would tempt a would-be crackhead to bust through my windows or cut through my convertible top. For safety reasons, I took my cell with me in case I needed to call the police when I returned. I walked up the steps to “Boo Radley’s” front porch and opened a squeaky screen door, turned the knob on the front door and went in. The first floor was empty and like the wood on the outside of the house, the inside looked as tattered and weather-worn as the outside. Everything seemed lifeless and gray. There weren’t any lights on inside the house, but the streetlamp light coming through the windows illuminated the lower floor. To the right was the staircase. I’m sure it was beautiful in its day, but now it looked unsafe. I told myself this was not smart and my gut instinct was to turn and leave, but I found myself climbing the stairs. What am I doing? Am I out of my fucking mind? As I reached the top of the stairs, there were make-shift wall dividers that seemed to create private entrances to the rooms. It looked like a maze at first but upon closer inspection it simply prevented anyone on the stairs from seeing the door to each room or “apartment”. A door was cracked and a red hue was coming from just beyond. As I got closer, a man opened the door slightly and invited me in. There stood Louis. He said he was 38, but could have easily passed for 28. He had jet black hair which was neatly braided and cascaded down his back. He wore several earrings, gold and silver necklaces, rings on most fingers and bracelets on both wrists. He was in great shape and wore tattered “Joplin” style jeans, a silky billowy shirt unbuttoned and bare feet. This guy looked like a gypsy. The only light in the room was a floor lamp in the corner covered with a scarf thrown over the top to give a muted red glow throughout the room adding to the mystique. A double bed with voluminous aged draping extending from the ceiling to the floor and a tattered sofa also covered in scarves and various fabrics was on the opposite wall. Music was coming from somewhere. Louis had a sexy, hot yet rough edge to him. On one hand he was fairly good looking but not in a pretty way. On the other hand he was covered in tattoos. No, I mean literally his other hand, arm and shoulder was covered in a huge continuous tattoo that extended through to his chest. In all honesty, he was a bit of a skank, but he had my cock stirring for some reason. It was like I was knowingly taking a dangerous trip. And even though every instinct in my body told me to leave, I wanted him to take me to the wild side. He did have a fun loving essence about him and what seemed to appear a free spirit. He had an infectious smile. The kind that made you feel good. He walked over to me and said in a heavy sexy breath, “Hola, chico,” and kissed me deeply pushing his tongue far into my back of my throat. He tweaked both my tits through my shirt and said in his heavy accent, “We are going to have a lot of fun tonight, mi blanquito. Are you ready?” I immediately acquiesced and nodded that I was. Louis produced two beers and took his shirt off revealing a smooth chest with two dark nipples that were made for sucking and a torso that was tight and cut with a sexy navel just above his low cut jeans. He stepped back and started doing a sexy dance like a professional stripper would. He was good at it leading me to believe that maybe this was his profession at one time. He unbuttoned his jeans while grinding to the music teasing me as his tightly trimmed bush began to peek out from the zipper. I started undressing myself leaving only my shorts on; never taking my eyes off this swarthy Mexican gypsy. He grabbed me and we fell onto the bed making out and rubbing up against each other. He slid his hand in the back of my shorts and cupped my ass. His hand roamed all over my ass and eventually found my buttonhole and emitted in a husky throaty voice a slight growl. He patted my hole a few times and dipped his fingertip into the entrance and pulled it back out again; teasing me. Louis took my hand and brought it to his crotch and rubbed it into his mound. I took control and grabbed onto his junk and massaged him. It felt full and warm and emitted an intoxicating scent. I got off the bed and knelt between his legs and grabbed the waist band of his jeans. He lifted his hips and together, we pulled his pants down around his ankles freeing his cock and balls. His cock was nothing short of beautiful. It was long, slender, uncut and dark. His balls were naturally smooth and framed his cock making it look even longer. I dove down and took his soft cock into my mouth. The smell and taste made me feel drunk; maybe it was the beer. It grew in my mouth rapidly and soon grew stiff and erect. His cock was really long but not too fat. I knew I would be able to deep throat him without much of a struggle. I dove down and soon I had him in the back of my throat with my lips resting on his balls and pubic bone. I released his cock and admired how the foreskin crowned his cock in the middle of the gland. It glistened with my saliva. I swiped my tongue across his balls a few times before sucking them both into my mouth. Louis was stroking my hair with one hand and the other hand traveled back to my ass. I continued to eat his balls as he inserted one then two fingers into my ass. He pulled them out, spit on his fingers and reinserted them much easier than before. “Yes, baby, I’m going to take good care of this ass tonight. I hope you don’t mind, but I love playing with a hot ass like yours.” He pushed his three fingers all the way in and said, “You like that? You want me to dedicate tonight to your gringo pussy?” Oh god, I thought, yes, yes I did want him to dedicate tonight to my gringo pussy. I moaned and somehow the sound escaped from around his balls which were still stuffed in my mouth. I set his balls free and immediately took his cock in my mouth, peeled his foreskin back with my tongue and took his cock to the root. “Ahh fuck, dude, yeah,” He groaned. He pulled his fingers from my ass and sat up and took the back of my head and held me in place. I took a deep breath through my nose inhaling his pubic scent and took my teeth and lightly placed them completely around his cock then carefully bit down letting him know he was definitely being deep throated. I heard groaning and unintelligible Spanish words coming from Louis under his breath. He started to fuck my throat. Just little fuck movements at first. Then the strokes became a little longer. As tension increased he interlaced his fingers through my hair and begun a full out assault on my throat pulling my head back and slamming me back down on his cock again. I quickly found a rhythm by breathing on the up stroke and opening my throat on the down stroke allowing him to bottom out each time and at whatever force he chose. I let him know immediately that I knew what I was doing and could take what he had to give me. He had the rare perfect cock for deep throating. He kept this up for a while when suddenly tightened his grip on my hair and yanked my head from his crotch abruptly and huffed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m too close, don’t touch it. Give me a second. Oh fuck!” I looked down at his inflamed cock and it was pulsing. I knew from experience exactly where he was at that moment. The launch sequence had been activated. He would either have to mentally calm himself in order to salvage the orgasm or at any second he would start to blow. The slightest movement could set him off. The head of his cock looked angry and purple as it glistened from my slobber. It continued throbbing in rhythm with his heartbeat. Soon a rivulet of crystal clear precum streamed from his cock slit onto his balls and then onto the floor. His breathing started to slow and his heart returned to normal. He looked at me for a second and said, “Fuck dude that was close. You are fucking amazing. Let’s take a break and then I’ll show you what I can do.” With that Louis went into his kitchenette and retrieved a couple more beers. We sat on his couch and drank and made small talk about what we liked and got into. Louis gave me 100% of his attention when I spoke and listened with sincerity. It was clear from our conversation that his was 100% top, and a bona fide ass man at that. He also let it be known that he had a special penchant for white blonde bottom boys that knew how to relinquish their ass to their tops. He finished his beer as I downed the last sips of mine and he stood up, grabbed me by the ankles and raised my legs high in the air pulling my ass off the edge of the couch. He got on his knees and spread my legs apart and stared at my hole whistled, “Sweetheart, your cunt is one beautiful sight.” We made eye contact and he lowered his face down between my legs. I felt him kiss my hole and then speared his tongue into and then past my ring. I felt a vibration-like sound and realized, as he stared directly into my eyes that he was in fact, moaning and eating my ass at the same time. He spread my cheeks even further and progressed to chewing my hole. I was getting super-hot and began squirming underneath him. I could feel the stubble from his chin scratch hole each time his jaw opened and closed. Louis pulled his face from my ass and reached over and retrieved a bottle of poppers. His face was covered from nose to chin with wet, sticky saliva and he had the unmistakable look of hunger in his eyes. Handing me the poppers he again grabbed my ankles and pushed them back until they were resting on the back of the couch and my ass was wide opened and exposed. He nodded and I opened the poppers and started taking a hit. As I inhaled, I could feel him dribbling saliva onto my ass and rubbing it around. I took another hit from the other nostril. As I began to take-off, Louis placed his cock head at the rim of my ass and pushed in. Once the head popped through he continued his decent until his balls were resting on the outside of my hole. I had this nasty motherfucker’s greasy, long, rock-hard cock buried balls-deep in my ass. I could feel his heartbeat. Just like his cock was perfect for deep throating, it was perfect for fucking, too. No pain, no wincing, no holding your breath; just pure sheer spine-tingling ecstasy. We both sighed, “Ahh,” in unison when Louis would hit bottom. I reached under and felt his balls slapping against my ass and decided to take another hit of poppers. When Louis saw this he docked his rod deep in my ass and froze. I took nice long hits and reached up and offered him some and he accepted. I help him load both nostrils. Once the cap was screwed back tightly, Louis started ploughing my ass deep and hard. Lifting his entire body and slamming it back into me. He leaned into me and started rough kissing. I loved having his tongue and his dick buried inside me at the same time. The pounding came with such a force at times our teeth scraped together. We were so in the heat of the moment we’d didn’t care. After doing heart pounding push-ups inside me for about 20 minutes, he started pulling all the way out and shoving all the way back in again. He held his cock, took aim and punched it back in. He stared right into my soul for my reaction. A few times he missed the hole and it got stuck for a millisecond on my taint before slipping back inside on its own. I wailed when that happened. He was tapping into and bringing out my innermost slut. “Yeah, fuck me, man.” “Yeah?” he said, “You like that brown raw dick fucking your pale white ass?” Looking down as he pulled his cock out again he said, “Dude, your cunt is staying wide open when I pull my cock out.” He shoved his dick back in, “You’re such a horny little whore.” Louis produced a small container of lube and started squeezing it onto my taint area as he fucked. Gravity made the lube run down my taint and gather at his thrusting cock. Things started getting slippery and very greasy. My cunt started making those nasty squishy sounds like when a ketchup bottle is almost empty. Louis looked into my eyes, smiled, nodded and then snarled, “Fucking pig.” The next time he pulled his dick out; he switched things up and went back in with 3 of his fingers instead. He alternated between his cock and three fingers for a while driving his fingers in deeper and deeper until they, too were maxed out in my ass. I started losing my mind when he added his fourth finger. This stretched my ass as far as it would go and I began to squirm, moan and buck. This is what I needed. I arched my back and opened my hole as much as I could to get even more of a stretch. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Oh my god! This feels so fucking good!” He replaced the palm of his hand with his cock. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you and then fuck you some more. Grab your poppers.” I took a hit and then another. When I starting to ride the wave, Louis pulled his cock out and replace it with his four fingers again. This time he started twisting them around very slowing causing me to moan even more. He signaled me to feed him another hit of poppers. When he was sufficiently loaded, he added more lube. I took a hit and felt him fold his thumb under inside of his palm. He added pressure. I was flying so high at this point, I thought, “Oh fuck, this crazy, skanky sexual demon is going to fist me!” I pushed back against his hand and pushed out with my ass muscles. I grabbed my ankles and pulled them back to the side of my head while Louis was expertly twisting his hand looking for the secret passage code. He worked with the precision of a safe cracker and we both felt it at the same time. His hand locked into position and it slide all the way in. We both yelled at the same time again. I was mumbling incoherent sounds that couldn’t be deciphered. What I was trying to say was, “Oh my fucking god! Fist me you nasty mother fucker. Own my fucking hole.” But Louis never heard any of that. He started talking to me in a soothing calming voice, “That’s it baby. You’re doing really good.” He started moving his hand around a little, “That’s right, let me do my work. Take a deep breath.” With that he slowly pulled out and pushed back in again. “See how good you are, your pussy is swallowing my hand. You like this, my little gringo cunt?” “You know I do, look at me.” I was practically having an out of body experience. He ran a finger from his other hand just under the lip of my cunt and traced completely around his wrist. The pleasure was dumbfounding and all I could say was, “Ahhh.” Louis smiled and pulled out and pushed back in again. He began to repeat this cycle picking up speed each time. At first I was intoxicated then I was delirious. My spine began to tingle. I wanted more. He started picking up speed and that felt even better. On the other hand it felt like I was losing control. I didn’t know how far I could go. He got faster and faster until it became a piston-like fucking. I started moaning louder and louder and the moan elevated into a verbal prayer, “Oh my god! Oh Fuck! Fuck me! No stop! No Fuck me some more. Deeper! Stop!” My asshole involuntary began to quiver. Louis pulled his fist out and my rosebud bloomed as I exhaled. He stood and lined his cock up with my ass and shoved his cock into the center of my rosebud and fucked into it. After a hit of poppers without missing a beat, Louis replaced his cock with his fist and started punching me again and again. Suddenly he pushed deep inside, past his wrist and stopped; leaving his hand inside me. I clamped down on his wrist and he returned the body language by rotating his hand slightly. He was fumbling around and I wasn’t sure what he was up to. I then felt pressure against my fist-stuffed hole. While trying to figure out what was going on, I took a hit of poppers again and began to fly. I pushed back on the pressure and suddenly, Louis’s cock slid into my ass right next to his fist. The feeling of fullness was like no other. I worried my cunt wall might tear. I was on the edge of immaculate pleasure. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and was jacking off inside me. I was delirious and incoherent yet again. The imagery of his cock and hand working my ass at the same time was driving me wild. As he continued pounding me Louis grunted out, “Fuck, baby, I'm getting close. Where do you want it?” I couldn't yet respond so he added, “I would love to spew this hot Mexican cum deep up that pink gringo pussy. Will you let me?” I nodded and grabbed both my tits and started twisting. Louis picked up speed and started to push even further into me. Suddenly he pulled his fist out and jack-hammered his cock into my ass nonstop. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slammed forward, froze, grunted and spewed. He dumped load after load into my well-fucked cunt. I have never been more turned-on than I was at that very moment. Louis rolled off and collapsed next to me on the couch to catch his breath. I set my very sore legs down onto the floor as we both caught our breath. I started to convulse. My body, on its own, was twitching uncontrollably. I lay in the fetal position basking in the afterglow realizing that I was having my first anal orgasm. I had heard of it but didn’t believe it was true. Louis looked at me and said, “Your turn.” He rested his “fist” hand on his elbow and folded his fingers into a cone shape and said, “Climb up and take a ride, baby. You do the work. I want you to fist my load further up your cunt.” I found the strength to get up, grab the poppers, then stood up on the couch and lined my ass up with his hand and took a hit. I squatted a little more and made contact with his fingertips and dropped onto his fist in one fell swoop. We both started fucking; him pushing up and me squirming down. I grabbed my cock and started pumping. I turned to face Louis as he fisted my ass. I was over stimulated and felt my balls boiling up and my load started traveling up and exploded out of my cock. I sprayed all over Louis's face, hair and chest as my hole clamped involuntarily onto his wrist. I collapsed onto the couch and his hand slipped out. I was in a stupor. Lethargically, we started kissing and smearing cum everywhere; licking, squeezing, moaning and fondling. Once our heart rates returned to normal, Louis jumped up and grabbed a towel and we cleaned up a little removing any visible lube and cum. He returned the towel to the bathroom and I started getting dressed. He was leaning against the bathroom door with his arms folded watching me. I saw all of his jewelry and tattoos and that beautiful Mexican cock and those dark cherry nipples. I glanced around the room and it all came rushing back to me. This guy was, one some level, dangerous. I don’t know if he dealt drugs, was a male prostitute, or perhaps even a thief. I had no idea but something about him caused my fight-or-flight meter to vacillate. What I did know was he was one of the hottest fucks I’ve ever had and I couldn’t wait to take another walk on the wild side. For now, I needed to go see if my car was still there.

It's the experience, their skills, learned over decades of fucking that make the older guys attractive, either T or b.

Thank you both so much for those insights. I’m trying to weed out any and all possibilities. Or as my therapist would probably say- “catastrophizing the situation”

I have fucked a guy on the bed that he was conceived on (Did I say that right?). His parents were out of town so we used his place and for one of the few times in my sex life, I was ashamed of myself. The bedroom was decorated like the way your grandmother would decorate her room, I thought I was going to be sick. They even had his college graduation "portrait" in their bedroom, I thought I was going to barf. The fact that he had a seven year old son made it worse, I dropped him right after that.

FUCK YES, your story is fuckin hot and sleazy and I love it. Dominant Alpha Coach pozzing up his MuscleJock 👍☣️

A one shot. There won't be any sequels. Thanks and enjoy. -------------- "Versatile. Appreciate a submissive younger cocksucker who can edge and loves precum and who will swallow my week long super charged load. When I top, I don't pull out." I read the quick connect ad on bbrt over a few times. "Super charged?" I devilishly thought to myself. I clicked the profile name to see more. He was an older white man in his late 60's. Average in build at 5'10" and 180lbs. His cock was average, but the it was the status that drew me in further and started getting me hard. "Ask me." I kept thinking about running my tongue across that cock. Sucking the head between my lips. Teasing out the week's worth of potentially toxic cum stored in his balls. That is when I heard the chime of a new message being delivered. His private pics were unlocked. I quickly jumped back to his gallery. He was definitely older, but that only increased the swell in my pants. Green eyes, handsome face, a nice fat ass, and low hangers. He also had some action shots of him in a sling and fucking. I began rubbing myself. "Thanks for the unlock, bud. Hot pics" I wrote in reply to the unlock message. I didn't have to wait long. "HOT guy. Luv that belly and ass, and handsome face with beard. Need cum?" was his quick reply. I was 30 years his junior, sat at height of 5'10" and closer to 190lbs in weight. A small belly to show for my gluttony, but made up for with a bigger and thicker than average cock. Plus an ass that won't quit till it has every drop. "I'll take everything you have to give me. Just let me know where." was my reply. "Would luv to feel your mouth on my dick, eat your hole and unload in you. Mutual if you like. You'll have lots of fun here." Was his response. I gripped my bulge. Precum forming a spot where the head of my cock pushed against my shorts. I was already sold on meeting up, but the promise of mutual play? You don't get this kind of offer every day. "Sounds like I will indeed have a lot of fun, and I'll hold you to mutual. Want to meet now?" was my reply. We exchanged contact info and I was on my way. I arrived at his home that evening moments later. A very unassuming house in a gated community. As I walked to the front door it opened with a kind and unassuming old man standing behind it. We locked eyes and smiled, pleased at the site of the man before each of us. He was the first to speak, "Come on in, son." My cock twitched at the proposition. It was not lost on me that this man was my Father's age. "Nice to see ya, Dad. Great place you got." I said as I walked in. If the role play was for the neighbors or not didn't matter to me. I was down to continue this fantasy of an intimate Father/Son reunion. I stepped into the home as the door closed behind me. "Could I get you anything?" he asked guiding me further into his home. "Water would be great." I replied graciously. "I'll get you some, go ahead and make yourself comfortable in the living room." he said as he pointed to the space ahead. I sat down on a nearby couch. There was a recliner, coffee table, and a tv. Your standard living room setup. The man returned with a glass of water in hand and notably less clothing than when he entered the door. Only a wife beater and a jock remained. Damn, did he pick the hottest look for the occasion. He sat in the recliner, placing the water in one of the cup holder's in the arms of the chair. He looked at me and grinned seeing the hunger in my eyes as I looked him up and down. "Well, come over and get it, boy." He said. I kicked my shoes off, undid my pants, and decided to crawl forward on my knees over to him sitting in the recliner. Peeling my pants off as I moved in closer. As I reached his legs I began kissing his thighs to raise my torso and head up to his lap. I discarded my shirt as I lifted up. As the shirt went off and over my head he leaned forward in his seat, hands cupping my face to get a look at me. "You like spit, boy?" he asked. I opened my mouth tongue out in reply. He spit into my mouth and onto my face before leaning further to lap it up and kiss me. We made out, our tongues crashing together as we sloppily moved across each other's faces. Still on knees and between his legs, I lowered my hands to grab his cock. It was stiff in his jock. I broke the kiss and moved my head down licking the sides of his jock into the pits of his crotch all the while rubbing and pushing into his dick. He leaned back and got comfortable, running his fingers through my hair. I began teasing his cock through his jock strap. Pressing mouth and lips against the thin barrier holding back his member. Using my breath and spit to saturate the jock. "That's it son. Tease your Father's cock just how he likes it." he encouraged "Milk that dick. You want that load I've been saving up for you, don't you?" I nodded in affirmation, humming a "mhmm" into his crotch. I pulled the fabric of the jock back a bit revealing the head of his cock. It was full and flushed. Precum already oozing from the tip. I took my thumb wiping the drop of precum up and into my mouth. It was salty, sweet, and what felt like an extra charge to it that comes with playing with poz men. "Looks like you're pretty excited to have your son back home, Dad." I teased licking my lips. We locked eyes again, and he looked back at me with a dark lust and adoration. I smiled and winked back, grabbing the bands of his jock strap and sliding them off of his waist and down his legs. His cock rising to attention and dripping. I started my head lower, trying to catch the strand of cum stretching from his piss slit. I get the bulk of it onto my tongue and follow the strand back to the tip of his cock. I move my head forward taking the length of him fully into my mouth for the first time. I hold my breath as I push his cock further into the back of my throat. As my throat bottoms out and my nose is pressed against his bush, I move my tongue back and forth. Massaging the bottom of his cock while he is in my mouth. He groans, bucking his hips deeper into me, grabbing the back of my head to steady himself. I hold there for a moment as he gently thrusts and face fucks me. I move back withdrawing his cock from my throat and the tip of his head back to my lips. I breath through my nose as I suckle on the tip of his cock, using as much of my spit as I can. I then push back down into his crotch taking him back fully into my throat repeating the oral circuit I started as our warm up. He wanted his cum teased out of him, and I'd be damned if that wasn't what he was going to get. Each time I pulled off his cock I left more and more spit on his shaft. After a while I pulled fully off his member to get a good look at how my work was progressing. His cock stood full and firm into the air. Glistening with my saliva. The smell of his crotch and my spit forming an aphrodisiacal aroma I long for. The prelude to hot man sex. As the air settled on his cock, I stuck my tongue back out and griped the base of his dick with my hand. I pushed the head of his cock into my tongue. Smushing his head it against the fold of my tongue and swirling it in circles to extract more precum as I squeezed his base. Remembering to pause occasionally to better ebb and flow his build up. It took everything in me to not be a greedy cum whore and just suck the load right out of him. This effort was for a greater payload to be deposited in my ass later. At some point while I worked on his cock, he had taken off his wife beater. My jock was still on but my cock had freed itself from its confines while I was performing my oral duties. I rose momentarily to take off the jock fully. "Let Dad see that dick, boy." He commanded as I stood. I posed for him, letting him admire my cock. "Looks like Dad's not the only one who's excited." He continued as he moved forward kissing the tip of my cock and smearing my precum across his lips. "You still have some more work to do though before you can enjoy yourself." He said slyly as he leaned back into the recliner. I smiled and returned back to my knees. I returned to his crotch but this time I lifted his cock to begin working on his cum heavy balls. After slapping my face with his cock a few times, I place his dick of my forehead as I dipped into his sack lapping up each nut. Making sure to suck each into my mouth and tug slightly. Each tug lifted his dick off my head, gently tapping with each motion. I pull back momentarily, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I inspect my work. I felt a slick wetness on my forehead. Looking back at his cock, I saw he was producing even more precum. I wiped my forehead and then licked the precum off my hand. Then I moved forward to take more straight from the tap. This time moving my hands up to his erect nipples. With any luck his nips were hardwired and could act like a faucet handle to his cum pipe. As my thumb and pointer finger grasped his nipples, his cock twitch in my mouth. Jackpot. My Dad for the evening let out a low moan as I worked his nips. I positioned the cock in front of me letting it twitch and dance in the air as I pulled, twisted, and ground his nipples. As his cock settled between spasms I'd lick, suck and kiss the head and shaft. Driving a trail of precum from his cock that I lapped up greedily. Occasionally bobbing down and full throating his member to reapply the coating of spit. "Why dont you stroke you Dad for a bit, Son?" he asked. "You're getting me close and I don't want to rush things. Besides the first load is going in your ass." "First?" I teased smiling up at him, slapping his spit slick dick on the side of my face a cheeks. "You have a couple deposits ready for me Dad?" I asked squeezing his nuts. He growled. "You're damn right I do, boy. You're not leaving toll your overflowing with my charged cum." My cock twitched at the word as I gently stroked him. We had yet to confirm anything about status, and I didnt plan to. It was good odds he was poz, and had a viral load to boot. Outside of some tautness in his skin where fat use to be, there wasnt a whole lot of signs. No tattoos, and he was a healthy enough specimen for his age. Probably presented himself as a clean cut, stand-up guy. Which made just made me hornier. I love an out and proud pig, tattooed and chained, but to not give off any indication of the venom you carry or the perverse acts you enjoy? Fully flying under the radar making no one aware of your dark gift? That was super hot. My deepest hope was he would tell me right before he unloaded into my wanting hole. As I fantasized about the breeding to come with his cock being stroked in my hand. He moved to the glass of water in the arm rest. Handing it to me so he could lift the arm and get into a compartment inside. I drank the water while my mouth wasn't actively working. Good to replenish some fluids before the real work began. "Ya know son, I found this in your room." he said holding a joint and a lighter. I laughed a little. "Oh jeeze, Dad. I was just holding it for a friend. I swear!" I replied. He smiled. The joint hanging off the side of his mouth waiting to be lit. "It's okay son. Your Dad likes to smoke too. Just don't tell Mom." he winked and lit the J puffing the cherry of the flame to life. He held for a moment before blowing out the smoke down the recliner, across his lap, and around me as I continued stroking his cock. Smelled like good stuff. "Come sit up on Dad's lap." he instructed. I got up and resisted the temptation of slamming down onto his cock when I went to sit down. I chose to face him and moved my legs to the side of the chair, placing my knees into the seat cushion at either side of his legs. I lowered myself so that my ass cheeks sat above his slobbery cock. I bucked gently across his cock. Teasing him, but really teasing myself. I wanted it inside me so bad! He took a drag on the joint, held it again and then reached his hand up behind my head. Bringing my lips flush with his, he opened his mouth and I did the same. He shotgun his hit into me. I trembled. Getting fed drug this way always sent me over the edge. The intimacy of sharing even our breath made my cock swell. I wasn't the biggest precumer out there. Doubly so w compared to the hot fucker who's lap I was in, but damn if he didn't know how to get me dripping. We spent our time enjoying the joint this way. With either him or I taking the fresh toke before sharing it the other. In between we kissed, necked, and played with each other's nips. All the while I ground my butt into his crotch, my cheeks getting slick with spit and precum. He would grab and squeeze my cock on occasion to encourage each new drip from its tip. As the length of the joint burned to the filter he said, "Let's get to the bedroom." He handed me the joint and I got up from his lap and turned around. He followed standing into my back, pressing his cock back into the crack of my ass. He embraced me from behind. Hands on my hips, grazing up and down my torso, moving across my chest and stomach. He put his mouth to the pit of my collar and licked up my neck to my ear lobe. He bit it gently, and probed my ear with his tongue. "You've got Dad all worked up, Son." he breathed into my ear. "I just want you to feel good. You always showed me how to please you, Dad." I replied. His cock twitched between my cheeks. He placed both hands on my chest, massaging my breast and occasionally tweaking a nipple. I moved my weight forward to the balls of my feet, lifting my heels and arching my back hoping to move my ass hole across the tip of his cock. He moved from behind me and grabbed my cock like a leash. Leading me to the bedroom. "Show me your hole, Son." He released his grip on my cock and I moved to the corner of the bed. I get on the matress on all fours, and cat stretch my upper torso out into the bed. Face down. Ass up hanging off the corner giving "Dad" full access to my ass without being overly impeded by the shape of the bed. I hear a sigh of satisfaction behind me and feel him approach. Hands out massaging my hips and lower back. Moving a hand to each cheek and spreading them fully exposing my hole to him. I flex my prostrate making my hole wink. "This is a greedy hole, Son." he said slapping his cock against my twitching hole. He rubs the length of his shaft against my hole. Each time his head moves past, precum leaks out slicking my ass lips. I buck back hoping to catch his dick. He tugs at my hanging balls, and I feel him kneel down. He then reached forward with his free hand pulling my stiff cock back and begins sucking the precum out of my cock head. He squeezed my balls as he milked my cock, taking breaks to lick me shaft to balls. Each lick he took higher and higher up my backside. Sucking balls. Licking and gnawing at my taint. He rose higher and higher till he was lapping at the precipice of my hole. Still tugging my balls. Still coming down to suck the precum out of me. He nibbled across my ass cheeks. Making out with each side. Flicking around my hole but never quite on it. Teasing me endlessly. Finally I felt the flat of his tongue against my hole. He gave me three long licks like a tootsie roll pop all the while his grip continued to pull and tug my balls. My body was shaking with pleasure. My hole responding to the tongue pets and slowly opening itself up for deeper probing. He began sucking my ass hole, making the lips of my sphincter puff up. Occasionally he'd slap my ass as he did his mouth work on my hole. The slaps causing my cock to bounce, more precum to drip, and relax my hole. "You have a sweet cunt, Son." he said into my ass cheeks. "Just waiting and begging for Dad to push himself in." He spit into my hole and crack. Another favorite act of mine to be subjected to. The spit collected on the rim and I flexed my prostrate to help it seep in. He stood up, spitting again on my hole and into his hand. He began rubbing his cock onto my hole. The head of him popping in and out of the entrance. "You ready to get fucked, Son?" "Yes, Dad. Please fuck me." "Whats my rule?" he asked positioning himself behind me. One hand on my lower back, the other guiding his cock slowly into me. I felt the head enter. The work he had done on my ass had paid off in spades "No pulling out ever." I replied. He shoved himself inside of me. I gasped in relief. Unsure how long we had been in this state of teasing. Glad to finally have this man's cock where it was destined to be. He started bucking against me, grinding his member in and out of my anal cavity. "That's right, Son. Dad is going to plow that faggot hole of yours till you're filled with his poz cum." There it was, the promise. My hole clenched down on his cock as he fucked me and confirmed his status. "Yes, Dad. Poz me. Fill me with your charged load. I worked so hard to build up a big one." I replied, lost in the pleasure of the fuck. The slick sounds of his cock thrusting into my hole, the slapping of his pelvis against my ass, the crash of his nut sack against mine filled the room alongside my moans and his grunts. He was railing me tip to hilt. Keeping my hole exposed while he spread my cheeks apart, he fucked with purpose. Like he was being taken over by a greater need than just his own nut. The viral need to propagate and replicate the poison in his balls into a new host. I braced myself against the bed, pushing back in time with his thrusts to get him deeper. Flexing my sphincter muscle to milk his shaft. I wanted everything. Over and over he pumped his cock into me, throwing the whole of his weight behind each push. Depositing a trail of spit and precum inside my fuck chute. My hole loosened with every assault. Soon he was fully withdrawing himself before slamming his cock back in unaided. "That's right, Son." he huffed. "Submit to your Dad. Surrender your hole to me. Surrender to the virus Dad is gifting you." "I want it Dad!" I moaned back, gasping as he continued to drill me. "I want to be just like you, Dad. Turn me into a poz pig!" He shoved into me, lodging his cock in my bowels and pushed me forward onto the bed as he got on top. Kicked my legs together and started slamming his cock down into my hole. His sweat pouring down from him onto my back. "That's what Dad likes to hear, Son. I'm going to impregnate you. Just be Daddy's good boy and he'll give you everything you wanted." I was being jackhammered into the mattress. My dick strained against my body and the bed, feeling damp as it leaked. Damn if it still wasn't hard af though. I was fully submitting myself to this poz stranger and I've never been hornier. Every lounge made the walls of my ass quiver. I was on fire. He then lowered himself on top of me. Pinning me with his weight and mighty cock. He licked my neck and ears as he pumped. "I think that hole is about ready for Dad's first load." he breathed into my ear. My asshole began clenching down on him. "Yes, Dad. Please. Please give me your toxic seed. Breed Me. Breed Me, Dad." I begged. His dick swelled in my hole, and he began digging into me as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed as he howled into the nape of my neck, digging his fingers into my shoulders, locking his hips and waist onto my legs. I was so overwhelmed I didn't notice the flush of warmth flooding into my bowels. His cock did not stop moving, pushing his seed further into me. A felt fullness and pressure formed in my lower stomach as he pounded away. Soon the squelching and squeaking of cum covered flesh rubbing against each other filled the room. The unmistakable smell of cum followed. I never felt more sexy or purposeful than this moment, as a 68 yr old stranger dumped his week long stored up toxic cum into me to the point of overflow. And he wasn't soft yet. I had yet to come back to my body when he finally withdrew his cock. Stiff as ever and covered in cum. "Better tighten that hole, Son. Don't want any of that slipping out." he said as he rolled me over and moved up to my head. "Suck it, boy." he commanded, and I obeyed. I indulged myself, immediately deep throating his member. Delighting in the taste of his cum and my ass. Quietly thanking him for allowing me to take his seed in my mouth as well. "Don't swallow it yet, pig." He said. I nodded as I bobbed up and down his shaft. When he was confident in my oral cleanliness, he withdrew his cock, and straddled my waist. He bent down tongue out and drooling to kiss me. I opened my mouth holding the pool of cum and ass juice that was once on his dick. Our lips pressed and our tongues wrestled in his seed. I could feel his still rigid cock drooling on my stomach as we exchanged fluids. He pulled his lips off mine and rest his hands on my chest. He then spun himself around, his back facing me now, and then slowly moved back positioning his ass over my face. I stuck my tongue out and he lowered himself on it. I lifted my hands to cradle his ass as he rode my face. Grinding his hole across my nose and mouth. Dominant even as he got his ass licked, and in full control. I ate at his hole like it was my last meal, taking time to inhale his man scent as he glided up and down. While I rimmed him, he squeeze my dick standing at attention. He leaned forward using my face as a seat, and tongued the head of my cock before taking me into his mouth. My hips raised to meet him, shoving my thick dick down his throat. He took it with ease, his years of experience showing their worth as he inhaled my cock. I returned in kind thrusting my tongue into his hole, spitting into it as he lifted his hips before sitting down again. My face was covered in spit and ass musk, my dick the swirled around in his mouth. I felt like I was about to bust and he stopped getting off of me and the bed. He walked to a nearby night stand and grabbed a silicone donut from the drawer. He stood at the edge of the bed. "Come over to me, Son." I lifted myself into a seated position and seated myself at the edge of the bed. My face inches away from his chest. His dick pointing at my neck. He got down on his knees, stretching the donut out over my balls and using it to restrain them. It was tight, but not tighter than he'd been gripping my nuts earlier when he ate my ass. "There ya go, Son. Should help you from cuming too early." he said giving my balls a few taps with the back of his hand. My cock bounced and twitched as he did causing me to grown. He stuck his tongue out, letting my cock head bounce onto it as he continued patting away at my balls. Trails of saliva and precum stranded between my cock and his tongue. I wanted to cum so badly, but he kept edging me this way. Stopping occasionally to give me breaks if he ever felt I was getting too close. As he continued this, he reached under my balls with his free hand and began circling his thumb over my ass hole. The rubbing making it hard for me to keep hold of the load he gifted me. "It's okay, son." He began, "Give Dad Some of his cum back. You're going to fuck it back into him." I could only groan back in reply, and slowly relaxed my hole. Little by little I could feel his cum slowly secrete out of my hole. He held his hand out to catch it, pooling some in his palm. "Alright, boy. Close that hole back up. Show me you can take command of your hole." I did as asked, but damn was it harder. After some concentrated breaths I was able to tighten my sphincter again, squirting out the cum that stayed at the entrance during the exchange. He got up and moved to a dresser with a mirror, bending over the top and spreading his legs. Other hand still cradling the cum that had been soaking in my ass. "Get over here and fuck your Dad's hole, Son." I got behind him, and placed me cock at the entrance. He reached back coating my cock and his hole with the cum. As he lathered my shaft and his hole, he pulled me by my cock forward into his hole. I didn't need to be told twice and leaned into the direction, grabbing his hips to steady myself. Bit by bit my head sunk into his spit and cum covered ass hole. His sphincter flush and spongey as my stiff rod forced it's way it. "Damn, Dad. You're tight." I said, and I wasn't just playing up the fantasy. You can always tell when a man doesn't use his hole often. "That's right, Son." he grunted out as I entered, "Your Dad is usually a top, but he just had to have his boy's thick cock in him." My cock flexed in his hole causing him to jump up onto his toes a little. "That get you excited, Son?" he asked. I replied by shoving the rest of my cock into him. "Oof." he winced, "That's it Son. Don't show that poz hole any mercy. Fuck my load back into me." I pistoned into him, our flesh slapping into each other, the force of our fuck shaking the dresser "Dad" had braced himself against. The mirror shaking and distorting the reflection of two men in primal heat panting, sweating, and fucking. A generational divide between us in age but united in a piggy bliss. I was fucking this old man like it was the only thing I ever lived for. The room was getting musky from our hot play, smelling like a well used gym. I rubbed my hands on the sweaty back of the old man. Massaging my fingers into him as I kept my rhythm in his hole. He turned back to me and winked, letting me know he was enjoying the ride and said, "Lets get back to the bed, stud." We moved back to the mattress. Him leading, and me attached at the dick inside him. "Lay against the headboard." he instructed. Begrudgingly, I left his hole and did as instructed, the surrounding air cooling on my dick. I grabbed a pillow and sat up against the headboard. He soon followed moving his leg over my lap and facing away in a reverse saddle mount. He lined up his hole with my cock and impaled himself onto it relaxing himself into my embrace. As he sank further he rested the back head on my shoulders. I squeezed him into me, using my thighs to fully embrace his body from behind. My cock buried deep inside him, but neither of us moving. He brought his arm up behind my head, fully exposing his sweaty arm pit to my face. The odor from his pits rising into my nostrils. I felt my hips rocking involuntarily as I breathed in his scent. I lowered my face closer until my nose touched his damp pit. I huffed deeply and began to lap up his essence. He moaned as my tongue slobbered and tickled across his under flesh. His body responded in kind as he fucked himself on my cock. I was losing myself in his scent and his velvety fuck tunnel. I felt every part of my cock as it glided across the walls of his hole. These sensations and the pheromones radiating from his pits turned my brain into mush as my balls began to swell. "Fuck, Dad. You're gonna make me cum." I reported as he ground his hips deeper onto my cock. "Give Dad your load, Son. Make him proud by flooding his poz hole with your spunk." he encouraged continuing, "You're going to get another dose of my poison once you've finished blowing your last negative load. Dad's going to infect you with his dirty cum, boy." My mind broke as my muscles spasmed. A wave of pressure pushing itself out from the deepest parts of me through my swelling cock. Blasting out a stream of cum that shot itself deep inside the old man currently gorging himself on my dick. My hands squeezing into his hips and pulling him down into me so I could force my seed further, deeper. My toes curled and my hips bucked as my orgasm persisted, and he never stopped bouncing on my cock. "That's a good load, Son. Got your Dad filled up nice, and feeling like a cum whore." he said as he continued milking my dick with his asshole. He lowered into me one last time and clenched his ass on the way up and off my dick. My spent cock flopping unceremoniously out of his hole and leaking the last of my load. I lean back against the head board to catch my breath, but feel myself getting pulled down the mattress by my hips and legs. "Dad" threw my legs on his shoulders and was forcing himself into me again in missionary. He shoved his cock into me, not bothering with spit or lube, betting it all on the cum still in my ass or never caring to begin with. As he pressed his pelvis against my taint he bent down and spit in my face. I opened mouth and he spat again and again saying "You did a good job, Son. Now Dad needs you to be his filthy cumdump. You're just a hole now for your Dad." I reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks spreading them to show my compliance. I needed more of him. I needed to carry more of his seed. His pleasure was everything. "Fuck me, Dad. Go wild fucking your sub cum dump, Son." I replied. His eyes focused and a devilish grin played across his face. He grabbed my chest for leverage, thumbs pressing into my nipples, and began fucking me harder and harder. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as my body bucked as he threw his weight into me. I reached to his cock and my hole, making a ring with my fingers to grip the shaft as it perforates my asshole. He pinched my nipples and scraped my breasts with his nails as he fucked me. The salacious attack hitting my prostate and causing my spent cock to stir. Like his sexual energy was fuck transferring into my cock and shortening the refractory period. "Fu-Fu-Fuck. Fuck me. Breed me, Dad." I huffed. He began to lift me as he fucked, and then suddenly roared as he shoved himself as deep as he could go. I felt his cock twitching and realized he was dumping his second load into me. I focused on the sensation as some of the fullness I felt before returned. Thanking my breeder for his load. He held his cock in my asshole as it emptied itself. The overflow of jizz running out of my loosening ass hole, down my back, and onto to mattress to pool underneath me. He started to withdraw his stiff member from my saturated hole, making his cock bounce as he pulled back. I was amazed that he was still hard after having cum, been fucked, and cummed again. My eyes wide as I stared at his cum covered cock moved back to my mouth for a cleaning. He placed his dick head at my lips and I opened up again, greeted by the taste of his cum and my asshole. "Amazed Dad is still hard, huh Son?" he asked. I nodded as he gently face fucked me while I cleaned his cock. Making sure my tongue covered and buffed every bit of his shaft, balls, and crotch. "We'll get you on some Trimix too once you convert, Son. That mixed with the virus is a powerful cocktail. You'll be able to breed as many neg sluts as you want without so much a break for them to change their mind." He grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me harder. Pushing his head past my uvula and into my throat proper. It was a hard to breathe as he plugged my throat with his cock, but I didn't care. I simply focused on relaxing my throat as much a possible. Suppressing any gag reflex so "Dad" could fuck my throat. He gripped my neck saying "I can feel my cock through your throat, Son. You like getting this hole fucked too?" I hummed in affirmation not being able to speak with his dick thrusting in and out of my mouth. "You've been gifted two loads in your ass, plenty of precum everywhere else, and I'm sure my poz cum infected its way into your piss slit when you fucked me using one of the loads for lube." He recounted as his trusts against my face continued, balls slapping my chin, my nose pushing into his pubes. "You've been a great slut for Dad's cum." he praised. "Even depositing your last neg load into your Dad to be tainted and converted in my poz hole. I'm going to feed that incubated load back to you once I finished with your mouth." He erupted inside me, his cock too far into the back of my throat to taste it, but felt his cock pulsing against my tongue. My mouth and throat thumping in time with his heartbeat as he came. I coughed around his dick swallowing his third load. When he was satisfied he pulled out, head dripping with cum, cock covered in spit and phlegm. Then he got up, and straddled my face with his hips. Seating his hole above my face so I could get a good view. He started pushing out my cum he had been converting in his hole, the salty strands hitting my face and sliding down to my mouth. I reached up and pulled him into me, stiffening my tongue to push in and open up his asshole for my toxic cream pie. I felched his hole this way sucking out every drop of my load from his hole. As his hole relaxed I fixe my lips against his ass lips and sucked outward puffing up his hole like a pussy. He moaned and squirmed, occasionally playing with my cock as I did my work. "Who knew I raised such a kinky pig, Son? You're doing things to your Dad he doesn't get to experience every day." he praised. "Guess it really is true, like father like son." He lifted off of me and laid back down next to me cradling me in his arms. We made out again, and I snowballed the cum I sucked out of his ass between us. Our hands massaging and stroking our sweaty and filthy bodies. Daylight had started to come in from the windows. We both lifted our heads to look out into the coming morning. We looked at each other and laughed. "Can't say I expected an all nighter, Son." he said smiling at me. "Me either, Dad. Happy to have lost track of time with you." I replied. "Me too, Son. Dad does have to go to work today though." he said signaling our time was coming to a close. I started to get up but he held me in the bed for a moment. "I sure I still have one last parting load for you, Boy. Let's say we hit the showers?" he suggested, I quickly and excitedly accepted. "Good boy." he replied, and brought me to the bathroom. The bathroom was pretty standard, but featured a large standing shower with a seated bench made of marble that attached from the wall. He flipped a few knobs and the shower turned on but I didn't notice any water. Yet the glass beginning to fill with steam from the heat inside. "Doubles as a sauna." he said proudly as he cleared up my confusion. "Don't want my boy kneeling onto a cold shower floor." "Kneeling?" I thought. He guided me into the shower. Heated air rushing out into the bathroom as we stepped in. The hot humid air clinging to our bodies. "Alright, in your knees, pig." I obeyed and got down on my knees, facing his cock. I moved to suck it but he pushed me away. "Not yet, boy." he said aiming the head at me. The sauna air filled with the scent of piss as he let loose a stream of urine onto me as I kneeled. The warm fluid hit my body felt warmer than the heated air we stood in as it ran down my face and chest. I wasn't prepared for this level of debauchery, but I was definitely here for it. As he marked me in his piss he moved closer telling me to open my mouth. I did as asked and soon had the salinated liquid filling up and pouring out of my mouth. I swallowed some but let the rest run down my body, arching forward and sticking out my ass in a lewd display of submission. Looking up at the man who had been fucking me all night who was staring back at me with all of the pride and admiration in the world. "That's right, Son. Baptize yourself in Dad's piss. Become the pig you were ment to be." As he finished up, he lifted me up into an embrace. Pressing our cocks together between us. "I want you to let go of your bladder, Son. Relax, and let your stream flow between us." He soothingly encouraged. It took a minute to relax and focus in my bladder, but soon I also began emptying myself. The piss shooting up between us like a fountain before running down our torso, waist, and legs. We kissed more, slower but still deep as we savored the sensation and intimacy. We were truly giving each other every bit of ourselves that night. We held each other for a bit longer after I had fully evacuated the urine in my bladder. Our cocks stiffening against or sticky poss covered bodies. "It's time to get another dose, Son" he said and sat down on the marble bench in the shower. His cock stood straight up waiting for me to puncture myself ontop of it. I moved to sit down in his lap facing away and guided his cock into my hole. There was no resistance, between the evening of fucking, the steam, and the cum still brewing inside me his cock just slid right in. We took it slow as I just ground and bounced my hips into his pelvis. His hands guiding and steering me to this target. The smell of piss and sex lingered heavily in the shower/sauna. He moved forward shifting the angle of his fuck stick as I plowed myself. The shift causing his cock to graze my prostrate as I rode him. My stimulation stiffened my cock as his dick rub against the p spot. Each pump priming a load to erupt from me and suddenly I moaned aloud as his cock forced me to ejaculate. My ass clamped down hard on him, making him buck and shoot. Our cries of ecstasy ecohing against the shower tile. I sank into him one last time, trying to mimic the dismount he performed on me earlier. Yet try as I might, I couldn't muster the muscle tension of my hole. It had been fucked useless. As I pulled off a clog of semen rushed out of my hole. He moved forward and quickly laped it up with his tongue. "Get on your knees and arch forward, Son. Your hole is too loose to keep Dad's gift in. I did as asked and he stepped from the shower briefly to rummage in a near by drawer. He then returned with a butt plug and pushed it inside of my gaping hole making sure the flare at the end was secured. "There you go, Son. Now you can carry my seed with you all day until it's absorbed." I thanked him, standing up slowly to adjust to the stiff plug now inside of me. He embraced me again, kissing my forehead and cheeks tenderly. "Let's get washed up."

Fuck !!!! just as our jock boy “can’t wait” neither can we ….. looking forward to the next chapter(s) …. seeing how piggy and Pozzed up our boy can get….

Wow! Another great work by badjujuboy. Loved the way you described Coach's dominance, desire and determination: "His eyes hard, like a hunter who knew he’d set up the perfect shot."

The last I checked, this is still a "discussion forum", except that in some parts here I find it gets rather preachy or holier-than-thou about having specific viewpoints. I certainly don't expect everyone to (or sometimes anyone) to agree with me, but I'd hope we be tolerant of other points of view regardless of finding them offensive. Thank you @tr4veler for calling this out. I'll weigh in and say this is a 'choice', but one that should be made with the benefit of information so that people are free to make decisions based on facts. Guess it's now a rarity to even talk about some subjects, and this is a place where I would think there are few or no sacred cows.

Recently met with the oldest guy I've been with, he's 61, and had a lot of fun fucking him. Friendly hairy guy with a great stocky rugby player kind of butt. Had a massive orgasm in him. I don't really care about age, just having fun. Never understood these profiles saying "no over 45" or whatever. Like what's so sexy about being under 45 and what's not sexy about being over 45? There's a lot more to a guy.

My cock is so fat and heavy today.

Good points to all. Definitely abstaining till I’m done with my doxy!

Jim got home late. He couldn’t believe what had happened at Timmy’s. Had he really let his student and his grandfather fuck him bare like that? He was aware that he had vaguely hoped for something to happen when he went there, but nothing like that. When he got home, he stripped off and examined himself in the full length mirror in his wardrobe. Not for the first time he sighed at the sight of his fat, white body which he found so unattractive. But now, as he turned to look at his naked bottom, he realised something had changed. Two cocks had slid up between those flabby cheeks and he was carrying their sperm. They had wanted him, and now he wanted more. The next day, he had to go into town to buy a suit for the new term at school. He liked to mark each new year with a new jacket or suit. Unfortunately, Jim’s car was in the garage so he decided to get the bus. He was lost in thought and didn’t really pay attention to his stop until he had gone past. The bus was in a run down part of town near the disused railway when he got off. There was litter in the streets and people hanging around who looked down at heel and stared at him as he stood unsure where to go. Then he saw a street sign for the town centre so he followed it. The street became an alley with back doors to various run down shops and overflowing rubbish bins outside. Jim became worried. He didn’t care for this area and he also really needed to pee. Further ahead he could see a wider street crossing the alley with more traffic so he hurried on thinking it must be near the centre. As he turned a bend in the alley, he saw a sign saying “toilets” and pointing down a short side alley. He hesitated but he really needed to pee so he turned down and found an old brick building in a dark dead end with small, grimy windows and ladies and gents doors. It was gloomy and damp inside and smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned in a while. Jim went round a wall screening off the toilet from the doorway and paused. There were several men inside watching a pale, thin youth kneeling sucking the cock of a white haired old man with his pants down. Jim gasped and they looked at him. The youth made to get up, but the old man held his head in place and grinned at Jim. “Come in or fuck off!” He said softly. Jim felt the hairs rise on his neck and his cock tighten. The youth continued sucking as Jim stood there. There was a smell of piss and poppers in the confined space as one of the men gestured for him to come in. In a daze, Jim moved over to the group and watched the cock in the youth’s mouth. Rough hands tugged at his belt and someone grabbed his neck and kissed him. Jim groaned as the questing tongue filled his mouth and then he felt cool air on his body as his trousers and pants were pulled down. A hand tugged at his small cock as others explored his fat backside. “Nice,” someone whispered. “Bend over.” Jim hesitated. This was really depraved. He didn’t even know these men and they could be carrying any kind of disease. The man stopped kissing him and pressed a bottle to his nose. The poppers swept through him and he felt his heart pound with lust. “Bend over!” The voice hissed and other hands tugged at his shoulders. With a sob of surrender, Jim bent forward, exposing his arse to them. A finger rubbed lube into his hole and the voice said “Me first!” Hands steadied his shoulders as a blunt, greasy cock nosed between his cheeks and found his arsehole. “Oh..oh..no...not bare!” He gasped but they ignored him. The heavy cock stretched his hole then slid in and up until the man’s belly was tight against him and his rectum was full of the fat cock. “Ahhh!” He gasped as the cock began to slide in and out. It felt sooooo good he couldn’t resist. Like a bitch in heat, he arched his back and stretched his cheeks to allow deeper access to his hole. “Yeah!” someone whispered. “He’s into it now.” A hand stroked his hair and patted his shoulder. “Good slut! Yeah, take his cock.” The pounding got more urgent. “Gonna cum!” Hissed the man in him. “Oh yeah! Load him up. Give him a dirty load!” The man fucking him groaned and jerked. Jim felt his cock throbbing and knew he was spurting in him. After a few moments, the cock slid out. He felt sperm trickle over his balls as hands grabbed his hips and a long, thin cock began to slide in through the cum and lube. “W...wait!” He gasped “ I need to piss!” The man continued to fuck him as an old man bent and slithered under Jim’s belly. “Go on then!” He whispered in a high pitched voice. Jim felt warm lips engulf his cock. They didn’t suck him, but held his cock. The cock in him felt so good, it was literally making him lose control of his body. He tried to stop it, tied to resist the next descent into depravity, but he couldn’t. His cock twitched and then he gave way and started to piss. The old man moaned appreciatively and began to swallow as Jim let go, his mind lost in a whirl of surrender as he was fucked and pissing at the same time. “There you go” whispered the voice. “and now you’re being bred. He’s going to fill you with his toxic babies and knock you up like you deserve!” The cock in him began to spurt and Jim sobbed as he accepted his fate, imagining the sperm swimming inside him and making him pregnant.

Worked late the other night. So drove past the cruising park after dark. I had on track pants, work boots and my old dirty construction hoodie - and I lubed up my hole - just in case. I stopped in to see if anyone was around. I saw two dudes stroking their cocks sitting on the park bench, a guy in a hunting shirt and a track suit guy. They looked engaged, so I walked over to the bridge to see if anyone was around over there. Stood there for a bit, and the dudes from the bench walked over to me. I had my track pants pushed down and was stroking by cock. Track suit dude got down and sucked my cock. Hunter dude got behind me and played with my ass, he stroked his half hard cock on my crack. A third dude, a construction worker, turned up and started playing with his cock to get hard, he was watching. I encouraged track suit to his feet because he struck me as a bottom. Hunter got him to turn around and I stoked my cock on his crack. Track suit got his lube out and lubed his crack. I eased in and started stroking my cock in and out of him slowly. Hunting guy encouraged the fucking. He got verbal calling us dirty sluts. Construction guy got behind me and played with my hole and he felt the lube there, he was hard and he started sticking his cock in me. Hunter kept up whispering how dirty and slutty we were getting raw dick with strangers in the park. I was bent over track suit guy, fucking him, and the construction guy was bent over me fucking me. We were at it for several minutes, I felt horny and dirty, hunting shirt guy encouraging us, telling to shoot and get our asses full of dirty park slut cum. I wanted cum in my ass real bad. I love having cum in my ass for the drive home. Construction guy pulled out and blew his load, he zipped up and walked off. Hunter got behind me and stroked his cock on my crack. Track suit wanted his cock sucked, he turned around, and pushed me down to make me suck him for a few minutes. I had a cock in my crack and a cock in my mouth, I felt dirty. Then track suit turned around and pushed back on me, to get my cock in him. I fucked him for a few minutes and blew. Hunter said I was a good boy for blowing my filthy cum in track suit guys slutty ass. I pulled my track pants up and wondered back to my truck. I wish the construction guy blew in me, I love feeling dirty, driving home with my ass full of strangers cum.

Author’s note: This chapter is a departure from the others because the character “Brian” is a mixture of guys I ran into during my time in Southern California who had similar qualities and behaviors. This chapter was difficult to write and for better or worse, I decided to take this road. LaLa Land Los Angeles in the late 1980s was never a place I imagined myself living in, but here I was. It was not so much an escape from the East Coast as it was a change of scenery, perhaps the turning of the page to a new chapter. Emotionally, I felt bruised and bloodied, but not defeated. I was born stubborn. But at that time, I thought new people, new job, new scene, agreeable weather, with an occasional shake to keep things interesting. You know, "shaken, not stirred." Dan’s death was the final impetus for that change I’d been contemplating. When he told me he was ill, he never spelled it out, nor did he need to. His partner Kieran followed him with “cancer” shortly before his 30th birthday. About a year prior, my doctor insisted that I finally submit to an HIV test. He began to require that all his gay patients be tested. He was tired of seeing his patients dropping like flies, and he wanted to see the day that this was no longer the case. He treated all the STDs I regularly picked up through random sex, so it was a surprise to no-one when the test showed that I was indeed positive. He remarked that my vital signs continued to be extremely strong, and I commented that I felt normal and healthy, and I hadn’t ever been truly sick. He told me that there were some promising medications to treat HIV/AIDS that were hopefully coming in the very near future. He counseled me that the experimental drugs current being tested on people were toxic to many (all) patients. Like all other gay city guys, I knew men who tried to choke down handfuls of pills to buy another day of life. My doctor recommended that I delay starting any meds and that my vitals continue to be monitored. He urged that I use condoms with each and every sexual encounter, blah, blah, blah. In my short life as a gay man, I’d dated some guys exclusively, others casually, and I’d had both anonymous sex with strangers as well as with friends and guys I knew quite well. I started to look at sex as “living for the moment” with good reason. But I intended to be responsible and do my part to avoid spreading further disease. I had no idea how long I had been HIV positive, who I contracted it from, whom I had given it to. Fast forward about a year and I was still the picture of health as I started a new chapter in LA. There are so many exceptionally beautiful people in LA trying to get into “the industry” as Angelenos call it. Of course, LA throughout its history has always been crawling with gays. Where I lived at the time, the Mid-Wilshire district was no exception. One morning I was running late for a meeting, and I drove into the garage of the office building. As I walked to the elevator lobby, a very handsome guy my age held the door open for me. Our eyes locked as I said thanks. He was about 6 feet tall to my 5 feet 10 inches, he had brown puppy-dog eyes and somewhat long brown hair to my blue eyes and short dirty blond hair. Of course he was as fit as fuck. The next day at lunch time, I went to one of the sandwich shops in the lobby of the building and I saw him again. As he walked toward the outdoor patio to have his lunch, he looked up and I smiled at him. “May I join you?” I asked. His name was Brian, and he worked a few floors away from me for a talent agency. He lived in West Hollywood (WeHo), but his father was in the military and so he’d grown-up all over. We exchanged numbers and I asked him out for a drink that Saturday night. We met at a WeHo bar and chatted about our experiences since moving to LA, our jobs, and of course sex. Later on, we walked on to another bar for a change of scenery. Brian held the door for me, and we walked into one of the seedier gay bars I could remember. I don't remember the name of the place, which probably closed long ago and has since been gentrified. Brian led me to the back room of the bar which was especially dark because my eyes hadn’t adjusted. We entered a kind of privacy stall with a door, and he started kissing me passionately. He unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rock-hard cock and started sucking me. I hadn’t realized that this was going to be that kind of date, but my cock and Brian’s mouth were in control now. I’d just shaved my ball-sack and manscaped before our date. Brian was able to take both my large hairless nuts into his mouth simultaneously and he looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes. I pulled my sack from his mouth and pointed my cock to his lips, and he parted them and took my cockhead all the way to the very back of his throat. After a time, I groaned, “Brian, you’re getting me very close.” He started mouth-fucking my cock fast and furiously. I felt my nuts contract as I started feeding my load to him. He swallowed, licked his lips and smiled at me. He stood up and we kissed for quite a long time: two queer men alone together in the middle of a crowded gay bar dark room. Finally, I turned Brian around so his back was against my chest. I pushed up his shirt and licked from his neck down his bare skin along his spine which made him shudder. I savored the saltiness of the slight sweatiness of his spine. I got down to the waist of his jeans, but before I could do anything, he dropped his jeans from his muscular ass and down to his knees. He was wearing a jockstrap, the slut! I buried my face between his lightly hairy ass cheeks. I breathed in his essence as my tongue began to explore his tight pucker. As I pushed my tongue up into him, I heard Brian huffing a brown bottle he must have grabbed from his jeans before he dropped them. His hole relaxed and opened up for me like an Easter flower. He reached back and pulled my face deeper between his glorious ass cheeks and at that moment, I never wanted to be anywhere else. He was moaning as I rimmed him and he finally gasped, “I want you inside, Dave.” I stood up and rubbed my cock so it was lodged lengthwise along his hairy crack. He bent over to give me easy access, and I teased his hole. I reached down to my jeans pocket and grabbed a condom and a little packet of lube. “Put it on me,” I instructed Brian as I handed it to him. He tossed the rubber on the floor as he opened the lube packet with his teeth and then spread some on his hole and fingered some inside. Then he reached back and placed my cock head at his pucker and he pushed back. My cock slid into him, and I eventually bottomed out in him with my balls against his taint. A choice had been made. I fucked him hard, and our sex noises blended with those of all the other guys who were fucking in similar cubicles or just out in the open in the darkroom. Finally, I came in him and I rested my body on top of his. Eventually, my softening cock plopped out of his hole along with some of my babies that dripped onto the floor. We went back to my place and jumped into bed. Brian road my cock cowboy style as I reached around and pinched his nipples and then let another load loose in him as he shot all over his abs. The next morning with the sun coming over the horizon, I looked down into his eyes as he looked up at me with his ankles on my shoulders. I really came to love Brian and we tried to have a real relationship, but it just didn’t seem to work for us. We were better off as fuck friends than boyfriends. That was a dynamic that followed me with all the guys I met in LA. Was it them or was it me?

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.

Autumn in Milan Bob and I arrived back at the apartment on the same weekend after our summer internships ended. I joked with Bob and asked him how much drama he created during his summer. “Bro, you have no idea. I’m glad I could leave it all behind,” and he pulled me in for a deep kiss as he groped my ass. “I missed you, smart ass.” We ended up in bed and after he fucked my brains out, and then we relaxed there for a while, just catching up on each others exploits over the summer. “When is Dan getting back?” Bob asked. “I talked with him on Wednesday while he was at Laguardia. He said he’d be back in the apartment on Monday. He said he’d just landed and that he had big news, but he was being mysterious and wouldn’t spill any details. So, we’ll find out then,” I replied. Class didn’t start for a week, and I was determined to get back into my routine. On Monday afternoon, I just returned from the gym and opened the door, and Dan was in the kitchen and Bob was taking a shower. “Hey man, how was your summer?” I asked Dan as I leaned in and we shared a big kiss. Dan replied, “It was incredible. I can’t wait to tell you guys.” Just then Bob opened the bathroom door and walked out in all his otter glory in just his white briefs. “Tell us what?” “Ah, just in time,” Dan said. “You know I told you I had some interviews in Manhattan with a couple of modeling agencies? Well, I blew off my internship because three of them wanted to put me under contract. I had my dad look at the contracts and I signed with one of the agencies. I spent the summer working in Milan, Paris and Munich.” Bob and I sat in stunned silence. Then, he and I both hooted and hollered and I got three beers out of the fridge for us to celebrate. Dan continued, “I’m going to delay coming back to finish my degree because the agency lined work up for me for the next few months. Plus, I need to prepare more before taking the LSAT. At least, that was the argument I made with my dad for postponing school. He has visions of me joining his firm after law school.” Bob and I rolled our eyes because we’d met Dan’s father a few times and he was intense. “I’m sharing a tiny apartment in Brooklyn with 5 other guys who are also with the agency.” I said, “So you won’t be living with us, then. This sounds like the chance of a lifetime. When do you have to go back?” Dan said, “Well, I’m packing up my clothes and leaving tomorrow morning. Bob and I were sad that our little menage a trois was breaking up prematurely, but we were excited for Dan. Dan and I started that evening in his bed kissing and cuddling. I licked his nips and arm pits and nibbled all over him as he wrapped his legs around the small of my back. The agency Hair & Makeup gays had shaved his chest hair off so longer had a treasure trail, but I continued down to his cock and took his head straight down my throat and savored his precum. I moved on to his beautiful ass and pushed his knees up to his pecs, then I began feasting on his ass. “Dave, I really missed how you eat my hole,” Dan moaned. I was fucking him with my tongue which always put him into a frenzy. Eventually, I penetrated his tight hole and fucked him rough and sweaty, just the way he and I always did. I jacked Dan’s cock, rubbing the precum that was streaming out of it and feeding it to him and then to myself. I locked eyes with him as I groaned and picked up the pace and finally shot my load into him. I stayed in him as I jacked him to orgasm and greedily ate his load all by myself. During the night, I remember my cock entering his ass a couple of times as I woke up with my arms around him. The next morning, we awoke the way we began the night before…kissing and cuddling. For the last time.

731 Our junior year (third year) at university came to a close and the three of us roommates decided to stay together for the upcoming fourth year. We got along well, and we enjoyed the convenience of being able to satisfy sexual needs without leaving home. With Dan and me, it was purely physical enjoyment of each other’s bodies. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen and he was entertaining thoughts of becoming a model and had a trip planned over the summer to go to Manhattan because some agencies expressed interest. But with Bob and me, it started to become a little more. Bob and I started to catch movies together at the university union and then go out for pizza and then home to sleep together. We enjoyed being with each other and I found Bob’s scent to be irresistible. But Bob still dated and slept with women. He left of trail of broken hearts and irate co-eds. After briefly feeling a bit hurt and jealous, I saw our situation for what it was. I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted from a “boyfriend”, but I knew Bob was even more hyper-sexual than I was, and that we probably wanted different things out of life. I knew he wanted kids someday. At the end of my third year, I met with my college career counselor. He had advised me at the end of the second year that I should consider going to graduate school to get a master’s degree and he had given me suggestions about schools to submit my applications. At our year-end meeting, he asked me if I had made decisions. I replied that I had narrowed it down to two large universities and that I scored very well on the standardized exams for my area of study. He gave me suggestions, and we parted for the summer break. At that moment, it truly struck me that life was moving on and I was moving along with it – that my comfy living arrangement would end in the next year and I would be moving somewhere where I would have to make new friends. Bob, Dan and I all had summer internships in large cities, but we would return to the apartment in mid-August. My internship flew by, and I enjoyed it, but everyone in the company was married with children or older. The apartment the company arranged was in a sketchy part of town. The large university in town was in the outer suburbs and not easy to access without a car, plus, it was summer break. So, I tried to meet people in dive bars in my area, but these were creepy places for the most part. I was exploring at the edge of the neighborhood one Saturday early evening in late July, when I saw a muscular guy in his 40s or 50s wearing some kind of leather pants over a pair of worn-out jeans and a tight black shirt walking in front of me. I thought he must be sweating like a pig with those leather pants. He disappeared into a building just ahead of me. There was no storefront or sign on the building, but there was a black door with just oversized address numbers on it: 731. I tried the door, and fortunately it was unlocked, and I could hear the beat of music coming from stairs which lead to a basement – maybe an underground dance club? I walked down the steps and there was a booth with a dude inside and a paper sign on the booth window that just said “$7”. I figured it was a cover charge. The guy said, “If you want a locker and lock, it’s $2 more.” And I handed him $9 and pushed a towel and lock toward me. He buzzed me in, and the place had a similar vibe as the Auroura Book and Video Store, but different. There were small lockers lining the walls of a room and there was an older guy in a jockstrap who locked me over and then grabbed his towel and walked through another doorway. I knew this was no dance club, and I quickly peeled my clothes off and stowed them in the locker and quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. The music was coming from speakers in the next room and there were some guys at the bar drinking beer. The variety of men went from leather muscle studs to very skinny middle-aged guys, to grandfathers with pudgy guts, and everything in between. I just turned 22 and was the youngest guy here by ten years. I noticed that there were condom dispensers on the wall, and I grabbed one and walked from the bar into a hallway. For no good reason, I had a fantasy that only big cities were suffering from the plague; not small northeastern college towns and certainly not athletic and masculine guys like my roommates and me. We had never used them with each other. We didn’t see the need. Plus, President Reagan never mentioned it, so how bad could it be? But being in the big city meant that I should be cautious. I walked into a dark hallway with gloryhole booths lining the walls and continued to the next room. The room was dimly lit and there were leather hammock-like things hanging from the ceiling beams by chains and some guys were getting fucked by other guys. I also noticed a padded bench and there was a muscle man in crotch-less leather pants and black leather boots who was strapped securely face down on it and getting fucked by another muscle stud; the guy strapped down had a leather hood over his eyes and nose and was sucking off a guy with a huge cock. Two or three others were watching this and probably waiting for their turns. There was also a bench like a weight-lifting bench and a shoeshine chair, but no one was using these. On the other side of the room was a swinging door, and I walked through. It was pitch black and hot and smelled like sweat and sex. I could hear other men, but I couldn’t see anything. I found a wall and felt my way along it. Then, I bumped into someone else. The first thing I felt was a hand on my pecs and my abs, and then he moved to my dick. I felt back and the guy was very muscular and well-built and a bit taller than me. He kissed me and I kissed back. Then he moved to my nipple and started licking and nibbling it. My cock was rock hard. He licked down my treasure trail to my cock and took me deep down his throat. He grabbed my ass cheeks and made me fuck his face while he rubbed his finger around my pucker. Finally, he released my cock, and I could feel his back and my cock was planted in his hairy crack. Then, he pointed my cock to his pucker and reached back and pulled me toward him until my cock head breached his ring. Bare. “Man, I don’t have a condom on!” I panic-whispered in his ear. He said back, “No problem, dude, I’m clean.” Hesitant at first, I plunged ahead and started fucking the guy. He also felt like he was pre-lubed because I slid into him with no friction. He was moaning like a bitch in heat, and we were both sweating. The pounding he was getting from me attracted some other invisible men who were fondling both of us. I felt a very hairy pot belly against my back trying to mount my hole and I pushed him away. Time seemed to fly, and suddenly I realized I was going to cum in this unseen stranger without a condom. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, and he pulled me deep inside of him. It was the first time I shot my load in another guy since the last time I fucked Dan in late May. The guy pulled off my cock and was gone. My cock was slick with cum. I grabbed a cup of water from the bar and then went to the gloryhole booths to collect myself and cool down. I berated myself for not insisting on a condom, but the guy said he was clean. But really, how could he know? Before I could obsess about it, a big bush and a circumcised cock came through the hole, and I reached out. I licked from the shaved balls up to the tip of his head, a solid eight inches. Having Dan and Bob as my coaches had made me into a very good cocksucker. Before, Dan said blowjobs never got him off, but I could make him cum with just my mouth. I gave him great head for about 10 minutes, then the guy was breathing hard and he pulled his cock out of the hole. “Show me that hole, boy,” he said. He was probably about 45 or 50 years old with a brown beard and moustache and very handsome. My ass needed to be rimmed badly. So, I turned around and put my ass up against the gloryhole. I felt his breath and then his first lick and then he licked my slightly hairy crack. I was in heaven. He tried to push an unlubricated index finger into my pucker, but I was tight and didn’t want to open for him. He went back to rimming me and then he tried to finger me again with something that felt like Vaseline. He rubbed it around my tight little hole, and I felt a slight pleasant tingling sensation. He kept licking my ass cheeks while he worked magic with his finger. I couldn’t resist any more and I unlocked my hole and let him push that finger into me. He took more goo and pushed it in me. Then I heard him stand up and I knew what was next. I still had the unused condom, and I tore the package open. As he put his cock up to the hole, I wrapped the condom onto his pole and turned around and pointed it toward my moisturized asshole. He slowly pushed in as I pushed my ass back against the wall. Finally, he was balls-deep and started to thrust. God, I needed cock so badly! He was pounding away at me, and I had two or three anal orgasms. My cock was dripping pre-cum profusely. Finally, he grunted and held his cock in me. As he pulled out, I felt cum dripping out of me. I looked around and saw him pulling the remnants of a shredded, cum-soaked condom off his cock. He dropped it on the floor and walked out of the booth.

Glory Be Life at the apartment went on as it always had, except Dan was getting fucked by me multiple times a week and probably the same by Bob. I say “probably” because the three of us never had a three-way, and I’m only guessing that Bob was fucking him because of the times I arrived home hearing Dan getting railed by Bob in one of their bedrooms. The only one of us who ever used condoms was Bob, because he was still having sex with at least a couple of women and he didn’t want to fuck up his life by getting one of them pregnant and having one of them use it to force him into some kind of arrangement. It's not like we could get pregnant and the full weight of the simmering epidemic wasn’t something I thought of ever. But that was not a problem for us because I was exclusively sexually gay only with Bob and Dan, and I assumed that they were only sexually gay with me, even though Bob seemed to have sex with more than his share of women. One day, I was running an errand off-campus on a fringe part of downtown. I thought I saw Bob ahead of me and I shouted for him, but he was too far away to hear me with the street traffic. Then I saw him walk into a store front I had not seen before, “The Aurora Book and Video Store”. I was nosy, so I walked in to check it out. I was shocked because I didn’t know this kind of shop existed. Along one wall were all kinds of porn magazines and books. Gay, straight and anything you could imagine. They also sold VHS tapes of porn movies as well as dildos and other sex toys that seemed very expensive to me. There were other men in the shop. I noticed that some of them were wandering through a curtained doorway, which made me curious. I followed one of them in. It was a dark hallway with doors on either side, and I could hear both women and men making sex noises. What the fuck! I opened one of the doors and looked inside, then entered. There was a small TV screen showing a porn video with a small stool against the wall and a small sliding bolt to keep the door closed. There was a machine where you could feed in coins to keep the porno running. Then I head someone say, “Hey, psst!” I jumped in shock and a bit of horror, and I noticed a hole in the wall and some white dude running his finger along it. What the fuck? I responded, “Hey? What’s up?” The voice said, “Come here. I want to suck your cock.” I faced the hole in the wall and the arm reached through and unzipped my jeans and undid the button. I dropped my jeans, and his hand caressed my cock and nuts through my underwear which made me get hard. He put his mouth up to the hole and hung his tongue out and I dropped my underwear and put my cock on his tongue. My hips were right up to the wall as he took my rock-hard cock into his mouth and started to give me the best blow job I ever had so far. I didn’t even know what the guy looked like. After about five minutes, I started breathing like I was going to cum and he grabbed my hairy nuts and pulled them hard, which hurt a little and made me ease off on nutting. Finally about five minutes later, he let go of my balls and I immediately unloaded them into his mouth. He kept licking my cock head until I was oversensitive and I pulled it back. I was recovering from nutting when I heard the door close on the other side. The cocksucker was gone. I decided to check out another booth where it sounded like a guy was getting fucked. This booth was completely dark because the video had run out of coins. I looked through the hole and I saw my roommate Bob in the next booth, completely nude with his ass up against a hole on the opposite side of the booth. An enormously thick black cock was pounding Bob's ass. Bob’s cock was hard as a rock and swinging up and down with the rhythm of his fucker. Bob was bracing himself against the wall where my booth was, but he had not yet noticed the hole I was looking through. I was instantly hard again and I knew I wanted to eventually fuck Bob. Bob told me when we first started fucking that he only topped – he didn’t get fucked, so I was surprised. I didn’t know how Bob was able to take such a thick pole up his hole, but he was enjoying it because he shot his load without ever touching his cock just as the other guy was cumming in him. Once Bob came down from his sex high, he noticed me looking through the hole at him. He exclaimed, “What the fuck, Dave.”

BOB Clearly, Dan prepared himself before I fucked him. It was not random thing that just happened naturally. I was glad he did it because I would never have been brave enough to initiate it. As the academic term intensified, my life became busier: class, gym or run, part-time job, study, and sleep. For a few days, my roommates and I were never home at the same time. However, I caught news of one of Bob’s exploits. Liz, one of my friends who also knew Bob, told me that Bob’s girlfriend found out that he was fucking at least one other woman and she had a shit fit and made a scene at a party. Bob was known to be a bit of a pussy hound. A day or two later when I finally saw Bob at the apartment, he was still in a sad mood, and he told me all about the breakup. I gave him my sympathy and a little ribbing about him thinking with his little head too much. “I know,” he said, “but it’s just how I am.” On Friday evening, some friends invited me to go to a bar with them. Even though it had been a long week and I was tired, I went along but only for a couple of beers. The bar was hopping but I was exhausted and by 10 pm, I was over it, so I walked back to the apartment. As soon as I walked into apartment I could hear someone having sex. I tiptoed toward my room to avoid awkwardly interrupting whichever guy was getting his nut. I had to walk past Bob’s dimly lit room, and the door was open. I couldn’t help but to glance in as I passed the door, and I saw Bob lying on his back, and Dan was straddling him and riding his big fat cock with his back toward me. Bob saw me and gave me an evil grin as he cupped Dan’s butt cheeks in both hands. I continued to my room and quietly closed my door, noting that Bob was indeed an otter and he was hung. I could still hear Bob’s bed springs squeaking, and this went on for another 10 minutes, then I heard someone (probably Bob) loudly cumming. Then everything got quiet. I didn’t know what to think. I was starting to realize I was more gay than bi, I knew Dan was at least bi, but I had never thought of Bob as being anything more than 100% straight. It dawned on me when I got into bed that my cock had been hard since I walked into the apartment, so I jacked off and shot a load all over my chest thinking about my two studly roomies fucking in the next room. The next morning, Dan was gone because he had to be at his part time job by 9 am. Bob was having some cereal as I said good morning. “What have you got going today?” asked Bob. I told him I was free until a 2:00 project meeting in the library. I looked outside and said that it was a beautiful autumn day for a run. Bob asked if he could tag along and I said of course. Bob quickly changed into his running shoes, a plain T and sweat pants and I did the same. This is how Bob looked at age 21 when we went for our first run together. I knew some beautifully wooded trails that were away from traffic, and we jogged over there. “You know that Dan told me you and he are fucking around a bit,” Bob stated. I quickly recovered from being outed. “Oh, he did, did he?” I replied. “Yeah. He and I have been playing around since we were roommates in the dorm during freshman year. I love to fuck him. He told me he enjoyed you giving him your bone and he tried to get you pregnant too. He said he popped your cherry,” Bob laughed. I asked Bob if he ever got fucked and he told me he was a top only. “Damn, it’s getting hot,” as he peeled his shirt off. “I’m familiar with this area and I know a cool trail. Follow me,” he said. I followed him deeper into the woods and after five minutes he stopped. “I need you to suck my cock now,” he said as he looked into my eyes and pushed my left shoulder down. I licked his nipples and then down his treasure trail. Now on my knees, I pulled down his sweatpants and his cock was tenting his white high school Bike jockstrap. I released his cock from its prison, and I gasped at the size. It was not circumcised. I’d never seen a white guy with an uncut cock. I licked the head and lapped up some pre-cum that had pooled where his head barely poked out of the soft skin hood – it was delicious. Bob was about 7 inches hard, but the girth was considerable. I tried to take the shaft down my throat, but my throat was slamming shut by reflex. The Bob held the same little brown bottle Dan used on me under my nostril and commanded me to huff, and then he repeated. He gently fucked his cock into my mouth until my nose was against his black pubes. Then he picked up the pace. My hands clasped his muscular glutes. Without any warning, Bob forced his cock down my throat and held my head there as he shot load after load into me. I couldn’t breathe and started to panic, but he was finished and released his grip. I gasped for air as I realized that none of his cum had lingered in my mouth and his sperm was all now in my stomach. “You have plenty of time before your group meeting later. Let’s go back to the apartment and get cleaned up. I want to test drive that hot ass,” he chuckled. “Race ya!” and I tore off back up the trail.

Selfish bottoms are the ones that arrive early and camp out in the sling at the sex club and stay there forever, even when no one is giving them any attention.

In my opinion what you are describing isn't selfish behavior, it's asshole behavior. Bottoms who play these games deserve long-lasting censure, throw them out, give them no dick, and spread the word. At an ABS I've had a guy tell me I'm not clean when I know I'm definitely clean and lubed to a depth of 10 inches. A tall athletic man with a hefty 9" dick said I looked and smelled good to him, and fucked and bred me in front of the other guy. I was clean as a whistle and his nut felt amazing when he came. Guy watching sour-faced? Total Asshole. I was on my knees sucking a daddy newly arrived from work at a group event. I was sucking him to relieve his work stress and get him in the mood for the evening. An asshole bottom literally tried to take the man's dick out of my mouth so he could have it. Both of us were appalled at his behavior. So much so, the daddy (he was the most hung guy there) pushed him away and loudly promised me his load after he'd tried out some other holes, a promise he kept. Being polite, piggy, and prepared isn't just good manners, it's good for your reputation. That hung daddy and I get together and have epic daddy/son fucks now.

I recently moved to London to find work because where i was living up north at the time i could never find anything going so i just up and went and had a job offer in London and I successfully got the Job as a Barman at a Club in Soho due to my past experiences. My first week working at the Club was great met so many nice guys and i actually saw this guy he came up the Bar and asked for a Scotch he then looked at me in the eyes i could tell that he liked me because of his facial expression he asked me if i had been working here long and i replied to him nah only a few days just moved here a few weeks ago. As the discussion went on we got to know each other abit better I asked for his name and he said Chris. Chris told me about the places he visits during the weekend and asked whenever i would like to come with him sometime and i said sure why not. Two nights later it was a Friday there I was just finishing my afternoon shift as i got ready to leave i got a text from Chris , we exchanged numbers the last time we met at the Club, in his text he said if i could meet him outside by the restaurant near the Club , so i waited there for 5 minutes til i heard him call my name 'Danny' as he came to me he said whenever if i was up to going to the sauna i said yeah sounds good. So we both arrived at the sauna noticed a butch guy behind the counter wearing a tight white vest with hairy arms and chest , i was turned on by how he looked rugged , masculine just how i like my men to be. I asked him whenever if there were many here on the weekend since I have never been to this place before , he replied yeah it's one of the most busiest saunas around here , i said should be fun then i nodded with excitement. As Me and Chris entered the locker rooms saw a few fit guys there mixture of all kinds from Twinky looking lads to Muscle bound hunks dripping with sweat i was soo fucking horny from this moment on couldn't wait to engage in some hot steamy sex. As me and Chris started out our cruising in the Sauna we both decided to split up and He said have fun see you in a while. I wanted to head to the Showers because i had skipped the shower earlier , i Entered the shower room and turned on the shower and rubbed my body with lots of soap , i had stiffy because of what I had seen since i arrived , i started to have abit of a play with my dick in the shower , i closed my eyes just fantasying what could happen tonight unknowingly that the man from the counter had entered the shower naked he said looks like you're having some fun there I opened my eyes in shock and i laughed and I saw him staring right at me , He came over to me and we kissed and then he said suck me cock i got down on my knees. and sucked on his massive 8 inch uncut dick me just sucking away on his beautiful hung cock I was dripping with pre-cum was enjoying every single second of it. He then said if i were Top or bottom i replied to him that i was bottom he then said well thats a good combination then you're a bottom and i'm a top fancy taking this , i replied fuck yeah. As my tight hole was being rubbed by him he stuck 2 fingers up there he asked me whenever if i did it raw or safe i said just stick it in there need cock up my arse he did and i moaned as his hard stiff cock entered my raw tight hole fucking me slowly then he started to really fuck me deep and started to become more dominant with me he said you want my fucking load cause im gonna fucking cum soon , me just being so fucking horny i just didn't want him to stop as he fucked me and he started to moan more intensely i knew that soon my arsehole will be filled with cum for the first time i just couldn't wait for him to unload inside me , the big moment finally came and he said here it comes , moaning so fucking loud he shoved his load inside me and i said yeah fill me up , fill me fucking up. As the night went on it was getting late so i decided to leave , as i got back to the locker room i had saw Chris almost fully clothed , I said to him you had fun he replied yeah damn right i had fun got loads of cock how about you , yeah i had lots of fun in the shower even took a load up my arse , he replied fuck i never knew you did bareback and i said i don't it was just a one off. To be continued.....

@puphawaii

Wow fucking hot. I hope you take us with you on your journey.

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.

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?

I absolutely AGREE 100%... I always wear jockstrap.. so that way when I'm on all fours my ass is fully plumped in my jockstrap exposing my raw hole... with some socks on ready to be used and bred by the TOP. 😉

Doc Murphy’s Therapy “Fuck... here we go,” I sighed, grabbing the door handle and walking into the reception area. Looking around ... it was a basic waiting room, and I could tell this was not going to be good. I turned around to leave until I heard a voice. “Can I help you?” I turned around and saw the man who had interrupted my escape now standing behind the counter. I took a sharp breath... “Uh...” I hesitated. “I have an appointment today. I’m not sure with whom. My dad made it for me.” I tried to keep cool, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him... His slightly tight white dress shirt and khakis did little to hide his muscular body. He stood still for a minute... his green eyes staring at me for a quick second before handing me a clipboard and sitting down. “You must be Sam” he said, looking at the computer screen. “I’m Mike, Doc Murphy’s assistant. You’ll need to fill out these out.” he said, placing the paperwork on the counter and looking at the computer monitor again with focused attention. Walking up to the counter, I quickly grabbed the clipboard and sat down trying to not be so obvious, but I couldn’t help staring. All I could think was this guy looked just like Bry, my best friend from high school, or at least what he would look like in ten years. Mike looked to be about 30.... All I could do was tell myself... “Bry’s gone... he’s on the other side of the country now. Get the fuck over it.” I finished the paperwork, filling out the basics... name, address, date of birth, insurance, etc. and walked it up to Mike. Paying me no attention, he took it and quickly dismissed me... “Have a seat. Doc will be with you soon,” Mike mumbled, still concentrating on the monitor. I sat there nervously, until he looked up and abruptly told me to go right in before fixating on the monitor again. Walking into the next room I didn’t see anyone, so I sat on the sofa and grabbed a pillow and held it tightly on my lap. I heard the door finally open... I turned and my eyes widened in surprise. In walked a man in his early 40’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. Seeing me, he smiled, flashing his white teeth before walking to me and firmly shaking my hand. “You must be Sam, I’m Dr. Murphy, but you can just call me Doc.” he said, turning down the lights. “This should help you relax a bit so we can talk.” Speechless, I just sat there as he sat down across from me and began looking over my paperwork. At this point I was glad I had the pillow on my lap as I felt my cock begin to stiffen. “Give me a second, ok?” he said, still looking over my paperwork. “My previous patient took a little longer than expected.” Even though he wasn’t looking, I nodded and tried to not to be obvious. I began to examine him with my eyes. Doc was about 45 with a muscular build and piercing black eyes. He was wearing black rimmed glasses with square lenses. Moving to the next page, he flipped the page and ran his hand over his short gray speckled hair. With him still reading, I cautiously moved my eyes down seeing how the tight black material of his t-shirt fit hugged his firm pecs. That’s when I noticed the prominent peaks where his nipples would be... they were pierced. Holding the pillow tighter, my eyes wandered down to his muscular legs encased in the dark denim fabric and noticed he was wearing a pair of black boots which surprised me. “10-hole Rangers,” he said, putting down the paperwork and grabbing his notebook.” Nervously, I looked up and struggled to speak, “What...?” “My boots... 10-hole Rangers.” he smiled. “Like I said, I’m running late and didn’t have a chance to change. I know you must be nervous. Go ahead and sit back... close your eyes and concentrate on my voice.” “Uh... sure,” I stammered, still gripping the pillow tight in my lap. “I’ve looked over your chart and some notes from your dad, but I’d prefer to hear it from you.” he told me as I began my story... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was the night before my best friend, Bry... uh Bryan, was moving back east to go to college while I was heading here to the west coast. That summer, we spent as much time as we could just hanging out as we tried to ignore that we were going to be on different sides of the country. His family planned a big celebration and me being his best friend, I was invited over for dinner. It was a great time. Later that night, we laughed as he walked me back home, talking about all the good times we’d had. Reaching my house, I knew I didn’t want it to end but didn’t know how to tell him. I remembered the bottle of booze my dad kept in the garden shed and I suggested we have some shots to celebrate. “Let’s do it bro!” he smiled, grabbing me by the hand. “Come on.” I still remember how it felt when he took my hand... it was like we were connected in a new way. We slipped into the back yard and headed into the shed. Turning on the light, I grabbed the bottle of rum my dad hid behind a stack of bricks and took a shot. Handing it to him, I sat down and motioned him to sit next to me and we continued recalling good times. With every shot, we bumped into each other’s shoulder to urge the other on. Then suddenly, the realization that he was leaving hit me and at that moment, I couldn’t bear it. “Bro, you ok?” he asked, thinking I was probably wasted by now. “Yeh, man...” I told him, gathering up the courage to tell him how I felt. “It’s just... I’m gonna...” “Yeah, me too bro.” he sighed, leaning into my shoulder but kept his gaze forward. I knew it was now or never... he was leaving in a matter of hours. “Bry... look at me.” Continuing to look forward, he remained silent. “We’ve been best friends since sixth grade when you moved to town, right?” Nodding, he turned to face me, and our eyes connected. I started looking at that familiar face... those sparkling green eyes... those lips that begged to be kissed. All I could think of was wanting to lean in and kiss him. But even now, I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to risk losing him. Deciding to hold back the major part of my secret, I took another shot and blurted out my half-truth. “Fuck bro, I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” Still looking at me with no reaction, he took the bottle out of my hand and took a large gulp. Putting the bottle down, he turned back to me and raised his hand to my shoulder. “Me too...” he sighed, pulling me into his arms in a tight grip. I remained still as his strong arm held me tight. I didn’t want this to end but the class clown came out. “Fuck, Bry... I can’t breathe.” “Fucker...” he laughed, moving his hand to my neck and holding it tight. I could feel him pulling my face to his and our lips tentatively met for the first time. Gripping my neck with more force, he drew me even closer, and I moaned... his breath filling my mouth. Sensing my desire, his tongue quickly invaded my mouth, and we began to devour each other. Taking charge, he pushed me back onto the dirty floor and pressed his stronger body on top of me. We continued on, exploring each other’s clothed bodies for the first time as if we had never seen each other naked in the gym showers. When our lips finally parted, I looked up into his eyes and saw an intense and unfamiliar look on that handsome face. Before I could say a word, he spoke... Pushing his crotch into mine, he began, “I’ve never done this bro, but over the last few years that we’ve been friends, I’ve realized how much I’ve wanted to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to hide my hard-on because I wasn’t sure if you were...” “Yeh...I like cock.” I said with a laugh and interrupting him with a kiss as our hard cocks struggled for release. “Yeah?” he chuckled, lifting himself off me. He stood there... a wet spot on the bulge of his crotch now growing. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I got to my knees as he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them, releasing his thickening cock. “Commando...” I smiled, remembering how we had decided on the first day of high school that we’d never wear underwear again... the only thing that would hold our junk would be jockstraps in gym... otherwise, we’d be freeballing. “Show me, Sam. Show me... how much you like cock.” he insisted, holding his shaft firmly in his hand. I remained on my knees, seeing his thick throbbing uncut cock teasing me. Looking up at him, I nodded. Without a thought, I moved on my knees towards the object of my desire. Reaching it, I stared at it... wanting to memorize every veined inch of his cock. “Fuck bro... do it!” he hissed, swinging it... teasing me. With Bry’s insistence, I kissed the tip and opened up to take my best friend’s cock for the first time. “Aw fuck!” he moaned, feeling my lips slide push back the foreskin and slide over the ridge of his swollen cock head. I began to suck on it and lick the underside with my tongue. His cock began to release a torrent of precum. Continuing my work, I forced my mouth down and began flicking the underside of the shaft until my nose was buried in the ginger tuft of pubes around the base. His musky scent filled my nostrils as I held the shaft with my lips and instinctively worked my throat muscles. “Fuck yeah! Goddamn cocksucker!” he growled, taking control and showing me who was in charge. Encouraged, I began bobbing on his sexy cock... pulling back until just the helmet of his shaft remained in my mouth... sucking and flicking it with my tongue, tasting the pre-cum still flowing from his piss slit. With his hands now holding my head firmly, he began forcing my mouth back down onto his cock and began to give me my first face fuck. My lips slid over the shaft... my tongue worked the underside as the face fucking continued. Staring up into his now intense eyes, I couldn't believe I had fantasized about doing this and was now here sucking on Bry’s cock. It felt so good inside my mouth! He lasted about another five minutes before his breathing began shortening. I could tell it wouldn’t be much longer, and I started increasing my sucking while stimulating his shaft with my tongue. I felt his body tense up as his cock swelled even thicker. Groaning, he began pumping jet after jet of hot thick cum into my mouth from his first blowjob. When his cock released last drops, I pulled off his cock and swished his delicious cum around my mouth before swallowing as I saw the look of sweaty sexual pleasure on his face. “How was it?” I hesitantly asked, still on my knees hoping things wouldn’t get weird. “Fuck Sam, you’re one fucking good cocksucker!” he smiled, wiping the sweat from his face before his face went slack and his eyes widened in surprise... Turning, I saw my dad at the door. He just stood there looking down at me in disgust. “Bryan, go home... Your dad just called wondering where you were. You’ll be leaving for the airport in a few hours, and you’ll need some sleep.” was all he said in a quiet angry tone, never taking his eyes off me. “Yes, Sir...” Bry answered, buckling up... Heading to the door, he hesitated... “Sam...” All I wanted to do was run to him... to escape, but my now dad stood between us. “Bryan...” my dad grunted pulling me to my feet and staring directly at me. “You’ve got a great future ahead of you. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” Looking over my dad’s shoulder, I saw the look on Bry’s face as he gave me one last glance and walked out the door. “Clean yourself up, son.” dad said, finally stepping aside and picking up the bottle of rum and drinking the remains. The next week was hell. My parents seemed to avoid the subject, but I somehow knew I hadn’t heard the end of it. To top it off, I hadn’t heard from Bry either. I had tried texting him and even calling him, but he never responded. Then one night, my dad called me down to the den. It was shortly before my parents took me to campus. “Listen, boy,” my dad started. “This behavior has got to stop. I’ve done some research and have set you up for therapy while you’re at school. Your mom and I love you, son, but we can’t have our only son be a faggot.” “Dad...” I started but was quickly interrupted. “If you want us to pay for your school, you will show up for that appointment next week. Understood?” he said, standing up and leaving me alone in the room before I had a chance to respond. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So here I am...” I mumbled before opening my eyes and seeing him sitting there intently, listening to every word. I had to admit it was easier than I thought telling him. “Well Sam, our time is up for today...” he said, placing his notes to the side, spreading his legs apart even wider and leaning in. I felt relaxed... but how could my story have lasted that long? I must have looked confused because he looked at his watch and chuckled. “Well, it’s been fifty minutes... That’s standard.” he told me, looking directly into my eyes. “You’re not the first one to sit in that chair and lose track of time. I’m not sure how much you’ve been told, but my therapy involves meditation. I’ve had great success bringing out what young men were born to be... I suppose that’s what drew your dad to my practice. I’ve had great success with my methods. We’ll work together to get you to your ideal state. What do you think? Shall we move forward?” I sat back and sighed, the pillow now on the floor. What choice did I have? My parents would cut me off and, most likely, I’d be out on the street. I took a deep breath and gave in. “Yeh...” I nodded feeling defeated and grabbing the glass of water now next to me on the side table and taking a drink. “Good... I think we should have no problem bringing out your true self," he smiled, grabbing a business card. Slowly, he stood and walked towards me and stood in front of me handing me his card. Taking the card, I swear I could see his bulge growing but I tried to keep eye contact with him. “Here’s my card. I’ve got an office at home and think we could make better progress there. On your way out, have Mike set up the appointment for next week.” Taking the card, I nodded and slipped it into my back pocket. When I closed the door to his office, I saw Mike still staring intensely at the computer monitor. “UH... Doc said to make an appointment for next week,” I told him, trying to get his attention. “Doc’s calendar is filled next week, but he sometimes does late appointments. He’s noted in your records that he can fit you in at 7pm next Friday at his place.” he said, barely paying me any attention. “Uh.... yeah ok.” I said, knowing my dad would be checking up on me. “Alright, Sam... be there on time and make sure you wear comfortable clothes since Doc’ll be starting on the meditation therapy then.” Getting into my car, it hit me that Mike had never given me Doc’s address. No matter... I thought, patting my back pocket, I had it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Friday came and all I could think about was how I was dreading the upcoming therapy but, in a way, didn’t mind seeing Doc Murphy again. After class, I had the urge to hit the gym to get my mind off things. It was definitely the most intense workout I’d ever had... I tried to forget about the upcoming session, but I couldn’t get the fact that there was something about Doc out of my head. He wasn’t what I expected... his demeanor... his look, but especially his boots. Afterwards, I decided to head home and skip showering at the gym. On my way home, I stopped at the closest pharmacy... I don’t know why, but I felt that I needed to be completely clean for my appointment. I wandered the aisles and found what I was looking for... an enema kit. I quickly grabbed it and walked up to the older man at the cash register. Looking me over, he grunted and gave me a look of disgust just like my dad had given me that night. For some reason, I didn’t care what he thought, and I walked off without my change. Finally home, I hesitated for a minute before remembering my roommate Kirk had gone for the weekend... the coast was clear, so I started pulling off my shirt and left a trail of sweaty clothes on the way to the bathroom. Standing at the mirror, I took a good look at myself. “Not bad... though you could definitely bulk up and have more definition,” I told myself, running my hands over my pumped-up pecs before moving down my abs and grabbing hold of my cock and balls. Holding my junk in my hand, I could feel my pubes suddenly scratching my palms and an idea popped into my head. I went for the pair of clippers in the drawer. I saw it still had the guard Kirk used to buzz his head, so I turned it on and felt the buzzing in my hand as I spread my legs and moved the clippers through my pubes, trimming them down to a more manageable length. I tried to concentrate but the vibrations were making me hard. I hesitated for a minute but realized that it was making it easier to get the hair around my cock, so I continued until I was completely trimmed. That's when I looked in the mirror and realized it looked strange cause the hair on the rest of me was longer... it didn’t feel right, so I began trimming my body. Taking my time, I moved the clippers over my body while feeling the vibrations. Fuck, it felt good... I stood there looking at myself now trimmed... my cock did seem bigger. That’s when I knew what I had to do... I put the clippers to my head. The hair began to fall to the floor and mix with my body hair and I felt a wave of relief come over me... I was now even harder, but I knew I had to continue and turned on the shower. Stepping in, I began lathering my body from the neck down until I got to my cock and started stroking, getting it even harder. “Fuck yes,” I groaned, going back to the night I knelt at Bryan’s feet and sucked him off, before remembering that I didn’t have much time and Doc was waiting for me... I didn’t want to disappoint him. I grabbed the razor and proceeded to slide it along the skin of my crotch. Slowly and methodically, I continued, leaving my skin bare... it was almost as if I had been doing this forever. Finally, I rinsed off, watching as the final remnants of the hair flowed down the drain. Next, I grabbed the enema and inserted the nozzle into my hole and pushed the liquid up into me. Holding it in, I began showering to remove the final residue of lather and hair... all the while checking my skin to make sure I didn’t miss a spot. Satisfied I was now completely hairless, I moved to empty out. Fuck the feeling was intense... I rinsed out to make sure I was completely clean inside and out and began running my fingertips across my completely smooth body before drying off. Standing at the mirror again, I saw myself fully exposed. I smiled seeing the black stubble of my buzz cut bring out the blue of my eyes before moving down my pecs, past my abs to my crotch. Grabbing my junk, I felt the smooth skin of my sac gliding over my palms. “Yeh... perfect.” I grinned before running into my bedroom to grab a pair of jeans and t-shirt off the floor, slipping my bare feet into my sneakers and heading over to Doc’s. All I could think about how good my skin felt against my clothes as I made my way to Doc’s. Arriving at my destination, I turned into the long driveway... I knew his house was in one of the best areas of the city with large plots of land that allowed for privacy, but I was still impressed. I got out of my car and checked my watch as I rushed up to the door. Raising my hand to knock, the scent of my ripe t-shirt entered my nostrils. I smiled and knocked. I stood there again inhaling the ripeness, before knocking one more time... the door then opened revealing Mike. “Uh...” I stammered, not expecting to see him there. “Come on in, Sam.” he said with a slight smile as he looked me over. “Looks like you’re ready.” I stood there for a second staring at him, he looked so much like Bry... more so now when he was wearing jeans and a tight gray T-shirt. “Doc has a guest house that’s included with my job.” he told me, anticipating my question as we walked past the main part of the house into an annex. “Doc’s office is in there, he pointed. Take a seat... He won’t be long.” Walking in, I took a quick look around the room. It was old school English library style with rows and rows of leather-bound books with two chairs sitting prominently in the middle... a leather one and an upholstered one. Without a second thought, I sat in the one opposite the leather chair. It didn’t take long before Doc walked. He was also dressed like Mike... jeans and a skintight black T-shirt. As he walked over to a side table and poured a drink, my eyes were drawn to the movement of his arms and pecs. That’s when I saw he was wearing the same boots he wore during our first meeting. “10-hole Rangers,” I mumbled. "OK, Sam... ready to begin?” Doc smiled, handing me the drink and moved behind me. The first step is to sit back and let your body relax into the chair.” Sitting back, I took a sip and felt the soft cushions of the chair envelop my body as Doc’s firm hands moved over my buzzed head and grip my shoulders. “Sam, close your eyes and concentrate my voice...” he said calmly, moving his hands to my neck and began applying pressure. “Good boy. Take slow deep breaths...” I have to admit, his hands did feel good on me, and I began to sink even further into the chair as his fingers worked my neck muscles. I swear he was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out. After a few minutes, his voice slowly rose from a whisper... “Sam... I want you to know you can trust me. Do you trust me?” Without a thought, I nodded... “Yeh Doc, I trust you.” “Good boy, I want to make sure you trust me enough to do what I say so we can bring out the real you. You want that don’t you, boy?” “Yeh, Doc. I want to do what you say.” I answered, enjoying the feel of his rough hands still on my neck. “Alright boy, finish your drink now.” Without a second thought, I took the glass and downed the last of the drink in several gulps, his hands still working my neck muscles. Taking the glass from my hand, he released my neck and sat down in front of me. “Feels good to do what I tell you to do, doesn’t it boy...” I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a simple statement, but I nodded... feeling even more relaxed as he kept talking in a low deep voice which, I have to admit, was making me horny. “That’s it, boy... Just sit back and relax. That’s it. Listen to Doc... you want to obey Doc... good boy... relax...” “Yeh, obey...” I kept mumbling, as I began feeling a bit drowsy listening to his sexy voice until I couldn’t quite make out again what he was saying... I guess I must have fallen asleep because suddenly I opened my eyes, and I was alone in the room. I should have been worried, but I felt safe because I trusted Doc. For some reason, I stayed there sitting in the chair... Somehow, I knew Doc would want me to stay there. “Ah boy, you’re up...” I heard Doc say and I stood up to face him. “Yeh Doc,” I said, seeing him in a whole new light. Doc stood there, feet apart... his exposed hairy muscular chest was clad in a black leather harness... his nipples pierced with thick rings. My eyes wandered down and remained on the leather jockstrap bulging with what was obviously a thick cock. His sculpted legs were anchored in those polished boots I had kept thinking about. “10-hole Rangers.” I silently moaned. “How do you feel, Sam?” he asked, watching my reaction. “You fell asleep, so I thought I’d let you rest up before you go home... wouldn’t want you to have an accident.” “Thanks Doc. I feel great,” I said, still standing there calmly as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “How long was I asleep?” “Good to hear boy. It’s late... you’ve slept about three hours. I think you should stay here. You’d like that, right? Get comfortable.” “Yeh, Doc... I would.” I answered, feeling a deep desire to please him. Without thinking any more of it, I sat down and took off my sneakers before removing my clothes, putting them next to my sneakers and standing up at attention. “Good boy...” Doc growled, inspecting my smooth body with his hands. “Commando or jock... always.” “Yeh, Doc... always.” I repeated, standing there with my cock now at full mast from the movements of his fingertips against my freshly shaved skin. “Commando or jock.” I don’t know why I said it, yet I felt I should... but still... part of me began to wonder why I was stripped down in front of this leather god. Seeing my confusion, he again stood in front of me and held my shaved junk in his hand and squeezed. “I know, boy. But I want you to know that I held back on our session earlier this week. My job is to bring out your true self and that’s what we will do. You’ll be fully aware from this point on. Unlike most of my patients, I want you to fully accept what is going on.” I remained still... not quite understanding what he was talking about as he moved behind me and began exploring my clean, shaved hole... “Very good,” he nodded, sniffing his finger... “Fuck your dad... I was never going to do it. I see your potential, boy. So, let’s get started.” and walked over to his desk to grab something from a drawer. I remained still, the feel of his hands still fresh on my skin as I watched him pick up a glass pipe and torch. “Down boy,” he ordered, and I immediately fell to my knees... his crotch now at my eye-level. “Do you know what this is, boy?” he said, holding the pipe filled with shards of white crystals in front of his crotch. “Yeh, Doc.” I nervously answered, looking at the pipe. “But I’ve never done it.” “You trust me don’t you, boy?” he said, lighting the bowl and placing the stem at my lips before I could answer. “Open up... this will help bring out what you were meant to be. You want that, right?” “Uh huh,” I mumbled feeling the stem between my lips as he lit the torch and began to heat its contents. “Inhale boy... feel the warmth fill your lungs.” he said, looking down at me and encouraging me on. “Hold it... good now release.” I felt the thick warm cloud escape my mouth as my body began to relax before he placed the stem back in my mouth and ordered me to take another hit. “That’s my boy... you want more don’t you?” he chuckled, pulling and holding the pipe just out of reach of my lips. “Please, Doc..." I exhaled, moving forward to grasp the stem with my lips. I didn’t just want it, I felt that I needed it to please him. “Fucker...” he laughed, offering me the pipe. Taking more hits, my body began to tingle... goosebumps formed on my naked flesh as I looked up into Doc’s black eyes and felt them looking right through me. He saw the real me and I wanted to serve this man. Reaching down and grabbing my nipples, Doc smiled, “Fuck your dad...” “Fuck my dad!” I moaned, feeling his fingernails digging into them. “Gotta get these tits toughen up.” he growled, digging in deeper causing me to cry out. “Breathe boy, feel the pain.” I did the only thing I could and obeyed. I began taking deep breaths. Releasing my left tit, he grabbed his bulging crotch and ripped off the codpiece barely holding his cock and threw it across the room to reveal a thick god-like cock. “Goddamn... gonna transform you into the perfect boy.” he growled, before gripping my tit again even harder and causing me to gasp for air and slipping his cock into my mouth. “You want it don’t you... to become the perfect boy.” he said, holding my head firmly in his hands as my body was reacting to the chems now flowing through my body. “Uh huh,” I moaned as a deep hunger took over. It was all I could do to fit my lips around it, but I was determined to take it. My lips surrounded the flared ridge of his cock and started nursing on it, trying to take more and more. “Goddamn cocksucker! Show Doc how much you love cock!” he groaned, grabbing hold of my ears and pulling me into his crotch and impaling me on his cock. “That feel good boy?” he growled, holding me there before pulling me off. “Fuck yeh, Doc!” I moaned, trying to take his cock again without any force from him. I could feel him start face fucking me a couple of inches at a time... back and forth in my mouth until his movements increased. Finally, I was able to take his entire cock and I began to fill the room with my moans until his pace increased and became more erratic... I knew he was getting close. Suddenly, pulled me into his crotch as his cock swelled and I felt a torrent of hot cum spewing down my throat before he pulled back and filled my mouth, causing me to spill some on my own hard cock. That did it for me... the minute my cock felt it, I shot my own load over Doc’s boots as he rammed his cock back down my throat until the last drops seeped from his cock. Satisfied, he pulled out and I hungrily started gulping it all down. “Boy... I can’t wait to get you fully trained.” he proudly growled, standing above me and motioning to his cum covered boot. Eagerly, I placed my mouth on the boot and began lapping up my cum... the only true offering I could give of myself to this leather god. I began moving up the boot, tasting the sharpness of the boot black and covering it with my saliva. With his approval, I continued up his body, experiencing my first taste of his sweat dripping off his muscled calf until I felt his softened cock next to my cheek. “Please, Doc...” I begged, wanting to feel it in my mouth again. “You sure, boy?” he chuckled, and I nodded. “Go ahead.” I quickly took his softened cock into my mouth and began feeding... wanting to taste any remnants of his load when suddenly, I felt a trickle... Even though I knew what it was, I didn’t think about it. I realized I wanted it... It was what I was meant to do, and I started to gulp it down. Seeing my reaction, Doc held my head and stroked my face and encouraged me. “Good boy...” he said with a surprised look on his handsome face. Looking up into his eyes, I happily nodded until the flow slowed and finally stopped. Keeping some of his piss in my mouth, I sealed my lips around the shaft and began to work his cock while covering it in piss until I could feel him getting harder again. Once he was fully hard, I greedily swallowed the mouthful of piss and worked on getting another load. “Goddamn piss pig!” he groaned, starting to face fuck me again. This time, Doc was relentless and began to rapidly force his cock down my throat with every hard thrust. I was letting him use me... my mouth was just a tool to service cock... His cock. On and on he went... throat fucking my mouth until I could feel the now familiar signal his cock gave to every cocksucker lucky enough to have serviced it. With one last thrust, he again gripped my head and released a second load, and I was fed again. After releasing me, he rubbed my head approvingly and moved to his chair and sat down... “That part definitely wasn’t in the prompt.” he chuckled to himself. I remained on my knees... knowing that Doc hadn’t said otherwise. I watched him sitting there, sweat dripping from his body, and light the pipe. I moaned... Taking a long hit from the pipe, he held it prominently and so I could see it. Exhaling the thick cloud, he motioned me to come forward. Again, somehow, I knew to remain on my knees... I crawled over to him and opened my mouth. “No boy, take it.” he chuckled, “You need to practice until it’s old hat.” Nodding, I took the pipe and the torch... Listening to his instructions carefully, I lit the torch and heated the bowl... watching the crystals heat up as I rolled the bowl carefully over the flame. I started to take a hit and looked to Doc... “Bigger...” he said, and I obeyed. “Remember that feeling... how it allows you to be free to be who you were meant to be.” Doc sat there and just watched me as I took another hit... I wanted to please him... make him proud of me. After another one, he stood and took the pipe and torch from me and placed it back in the drawer. I was feeling so good. It felt like every nerve on my shaved body was on fire. I went to my grab my cock and realized it was limp. I was so horny, and I began to work on it, but it was no use. I looked up at Doc with a questioning look. “That’s enough for now, boy” he said, sizing me up and moving to a hidden closet. “Your cock won’t be in play anyway while we’re in session.” Releasing my cock, I sighed as the immense hunger for his cock continued. “Next step...” he told me, holding up a black leather jockstrap. “Commando or jock... always.” Seeing the leather jockstrap, my eyes lit up. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he told me to get up. Handing it to me, I took it my trembling hands and felt the supple leather before putting it on and letting out a soft moan. “Thanks, Doc!” I grinned, feeling the pouch enveloping my limp cock and balls... the scent of the leather filled my nostrils. “You’re welcome, boy...” Doc chuckled approvingly, grabbing my junk and adjusting it, causing my cock to swell a bit. “Better.” Next, Doc pulled out a harness and held it to my pecs. “Fuck yes...” I sighed, looking pleadingly into Doc’s eyes and raised my arms above me. Placing the straps over my shoulders, he moved even closer... his cock now in my face. I opened my mouth to kiss it before he stepped back and out of my reach. Motioning me to rise, he began pulling the wide leather straps forward... “Deep breath,” he ordered, and I inhaled, causing my pecs to rise... He connected the straps tightly to the O ring, pushing my pecs upwards and emphasizing the workout I had done earlier in the day. As I stood there looking down and feeling the tautness of the leather harness over my smooth skin, Doc dropped a pair of boots in front of me with a pair of yellow socks sticking out. “Go on, boy... try them on.” he chuckled. “The socks are a last-minute thing.” Dropping to the hard-wood floor, I pulled the boots over my feet now covered in yellow, and carefully laced them... making sure the ladder was perfect. I stood up again and smiled... never wondering why they were a perfect fit. Everything so far just felt so right. “10-hole Rangers...” I grinned, seeing Doc now holding a piece of leather in his hands. I grew silent seeing him walk towards me... I knew what I needed to do... I fell to my knees before him. Leaning in and looking directly into my eyes, he carefully slid the collar around my neck and secured it. “Fuck yeh...” I trembled, feeling the tightness of the collar. My cock began to stir from the feel and scent of the leather. I quicky inhaled the mixture of the leather gear and our now sweat covered bodies. I looked up to the man that had done this. Doc stood there admiring me and surveying my transformation. “Go on... have a look.” he said, gripping his cock and motioning to a full-length mirror against the far wall. I got up, made my way to the other side of the room and encountered a reflection of a geared-up leather boy... just like the ones that had begun to fill my jack-off fantasies in the last week. My hands moved across my pecs, feeling the tight leather straps against my freshly shaved skin. Looking down, I saw the pouch of my jockstrap growing as the leather encompassing my junk began to mold to it. Tracing the edges of my cock on the leather, I groaned... “Shit yeh! Doc,” I grinned, looking up at Doc’s reflection as he stood behind me. “Commando or jock... leather jock!” “That’s right, boy... leather jock.” he said, wrapping his arm around me and handing me a freshly packed pipe. “Fuck me!” I growled, taking a long deep hit as I felt fingers spreading my ass cheeks. “That’s the plan, boy.” he snarled, grabbing my head to face him and placing his lips close to mine... “I’ve been wanting to feel that cunt of yours wrapped around my cock since the minute I saw you.” “Yeah, Doc... cunt... fuck my cunt.” I begged, sending the cloud directly into his mouth as he began to stroke and tease my cunt. I pushed back against his thickening cock, the hunger increasing again... I desperately wanted it. Suddenly, his boots spread my legs apart and fell forward on my knees. Instinctively, I shifted my weight to my hands and arched my back to expose my cunt. I felt his cool finger probing my cunt... this time it slipped in easily. First one then a second... Must be lubed, I thought. Moaning, I raised my hips only to feel a burning sensation flow inward. I began to struggle but Doc held me firm... “Be still, boy... relax... That’s the tina in the lube you’re feeling.” he grunted, feeling my cunt tighten. “Yeh, Doc...” I responded, gritting my teeth as he pressed his cock and slid it in. “Shit!” I grunted, feeling the pain which only lasted a moment. The rush from the chems took over and I adjusted to the fat cock invading my cunt. He pressed on, easing the shaft into me until he hit my prostate... “Fuck me!” I cried out, falling to my elbows as pulsing of my cunt spread through my entire body. At this point, all I could do was to concentrate on my cunt... Doc continued, easing his in a bit more... my cunt pulsing against his shaft. Pushing it in further, he then pulled back then a bit deeper. “That’s it, boy... take Doc’s cock.” I was going crazy, feeling his invading cock going deeper and deeper so I pushed back to urge him on... “Give it to me, Doc!” I cried out, my hands now gripped tightly into balls. That did it! With one final shove, he buried the entire length inside me, and I felt his crotch scratching against my ass cheeks... I growled, feeling completely full. I began to pull back and push forward on his cock... “Yeah?” Doc growled, starting to pick up the pace. “Goddamn, boy... you’re loving this aren’t ya?” “Fuck yeh!” I grunted, “Fucking need it, Doc... fuck your boy!” Doc then began to really pound my cunt, “Yeah... my boy” he hissed, placing his entire weight on me... sinking his cock into the deepest reaches of my cunt and forcing me to the floor. I could feel the heat of his shaft in me as he took final possession of me... his boy. I bucked against him clenching my cunt around his cock... the fuck continued. I could feel both the metal and leather of his harness and the straps of my harness scraping against my back. Shoving deeply, he went to my shoulder and sank his teeth into my skin. “FUCK!” I cried out, feeling the pain move down my back and land in my cunt as the pace of our fucking increased. With every plunge, my body moved... taking it... gripping his cock... grunting and moaning for more. Deeper and deeper he fucked me as my body reached a new level of hunger and I kept urging him on. “Goddamn cunt!” Doc kept saying, pounding me again and again. I kept at it... opening myself to his steel hard cock and I kept begging for more.... I needed it to be complete. I continued milking his cock as we became nothing but a pair of rutting animals. I didn’t want it to end but I began to feel his cock begin to swell even more... I urged him on and on, with a final thrust, he sank so deep into me that I felt I was going to be split apart. “GODDAMN CUNT!” He yelled again... his body going rigid, and I felt the hot eruption from his balls deep in my cunt before he collapsed on me. We stayed like that for a bit... our sweaty bodies dripping onto the wooden floor as the scent of our therapy session filled the air until Doc lifted his body off me and pulled out. Letting out a soft whine, I gripped at his softening cock, not wanting to release it. Now empty, I turned to face Doc. God, he was even more handsome... his sweat covered body glistened as he sat back, his legs spread wide... hands behind on the floor behind him. “Shit yeh,” I growled, crawling to him and taking his cock back in my mouth and I began to clean it. “Good, boy... remember,” Doc purred, running his hands over my sweaty head... “and taste your cunt.” Those words suddenly opened up my mind. I began to remember more details... Doc had me strip down as I told him all about Bry... I now remembered telling him about how good it felt when Bry took charge and started calling me a cocksucker. I remember him asking me if I was hard and I dropped the pillow and unzipped my shorts to expose my hard cock to show him. And then another memory hidden deep in my subconscious appeared! Mike had walked at that point and took off his clothes, exposing a beautifully hard shaved body. Mike looked to Doc who nodded, and he dropped to his knees, making his way towards me and took my hard cock in his mouth. As I continued my story to Doc, Mike began to suck and finger my cunt as I went on to describe Bry’s load exploding in my mouth. Only this time, I now knew that at that very moment I had shot a load into Mike’s mouth. Sitting back, Mike looked so much like Bry that I dropped down and began to make out with him. I could hear Doc laughing as Mike's tongue pushed the cum into my mouth. Afterwards, I sat back in the chair and moaned... remembering how Bry’s load tasted in my mouth. Mike sat back for a minute, watching me before looking in Doc’s direction. Given permission, he stood and got dressed without a word between them and left. “Zip up boy...” Doc commanded and all I could remember after that was him giving me instructions on how to be a good boy. I should have been scared and angry, but I wasn’t, and I continued servicing his cock. This was the way it was meant to be... I remained on Doc’s cock even after feeding on the last of his cum and my cunt juices. Noticing, Doc straightened up and held my chin as I let his cock rest on my tongue. He spoke proudly... “You do realize, boy... piss wasn’t part of your therapy.” Releasing his cock, I smiled... “I guess I do, Doc...” before going back to his cock to wait for another load of piss.

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