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Origins pt. 1 "Can you believe that? My dad being gay?" My best friend Kimmy confess. "I never understood why they got divorced, but are still friendly. That makes perfect sense." I try to contain my hopeful excitement, "Well...your moving out this week, and your mom has been seen around town with her new boyfriend a lot lately. Especially so close to the divorce. They knew for a while and maybe they were just waiting for you to finish high school?" Mr. Martin was super sexy, in his late 40s. He's been working out a lot more than he did when we were growing up. He still has bit of a dad-bod but as I've been hanging out at their pool the past couple of years, I've noticed a bit of a change in his body. Less soft than it once was from his desk job, to more muscular arms, thighs, and chest. "Your my token gay friend, why didn't you notice? Your gaydar broken? Or are you the one that turned him?" She teases me. "I totally didn't see it until now. He was always super manly. I only know they gay kids in our school as reference, or tv. Maybe it was optimistically cautious. And trust me if your dad was fucking me I'd be living here a lot more that I do." I retort. "I hope he's a top. I can't imagine him taking a big cock!" "I hope he's a power top." She smack my arm. "I have to go into work tomorrow for a double shift, you can still hang out here until whenever if you wish. Just don't let the neighbors hear you getting fucked by my dad. I don't want to be called a madam for bringing sluts for him to fuck." She jokes. We continue talking and dreaming about college life before we fall asleep. Thoughts of her dad running through my head. Thoughts of the guys in the city my college is in and all the possibilities for me. The art scene, culture, and hope for my future race through my head as well. Only a few days left in the bum-fuck of a Georgia town. I get up to sneak into the bathroom to jerk off. On my way I hear moaning and smacks coming from Mr. Martin's office. I peek in through the crack of the unshut door. I see him on his couch, naked from what I can tell, is right arm and shoulder moving a lot. His left hand I see a picture of me in my speedo from spring break at their pool on his phone. I hear moaning from the TV and glance into the mirror to see a beefy older man fucking a twink that looked a lot like me. "Goddamn Alex. Your virgin hole feels so good around my cock." Shit he's jerking off thinking about fucking me. I run down the hall back to Kimmy's room. Fuck fuck fuck....

Three loads last night from a three anon guys. They just opened a part of the Blue Ridge Parkway a couple weeks ago that had been shutdown since the hurricane. It's a known cruising area and one I've been bred at numerous times. The first guy followed me from the parking lot up one of the trails, probably in his forties, beefy dad type with a beard. We go to the old spot and I drop to my knees and take his short cock in my mouth before he tells me he wants to fuck my hole. I drop my shorts and he pulls my plug out and puts it in my mouth. He shoves into me a within 5 minutes he's loading me. I didn't notice the other two show up and as soon as the first guy is done, a fat cock with a very nice upward curve is in me going to town. He thanked the guy for lubing my snatch for him. He rails me for a couple of minutes then cums on my back with the last few spurts back in my hole as he softens. He smacks my ass and leaves. I don't get much of a look at him. The third guy is a biker type with jeans a motorcycle vest and a couple of military (marine I think) patches. He has full sleeve tattoos on both arms. Probably pushing 50 plus, skinny but fit. He pulls out his cock which is long but average girth. He has a huge PA and several other piercings down the shaft and a metal cock ring and another ring above his huge balls. "You want this?" He asked me. "I'll take everything those balls have." "Good slut." He shoves in and fucks me amazingly well. The best ive had in a long time. We are in multiple position before he's power driving into me while I'm on the forest floor. He bellows as he cums into me. The metals piercings clearly scratched my tunnel as there's a bit of blood and cum on them when he pulls out. He shoves my plug back into me. "You never asked for status..." He says. "I know the rule. Don't ask, don't tell." He smirked, "I like you. You thirsty?" I get on my knees in front of him, take my shirt off and nod. He pisses all over my face and then puts his cockhead on my lips and fills my mouth up. I swallow all that he gives me. We determined were both local and exchanged numbers to meet up this weekend.

I am switching back to descovy, and thought I'd share my thoughts somewhere about it. I was on Apretude for almost a year I think, and switching back to descovy now. Going in, my expectation was that not needing to take a daily pill would make things a lot easier / simpler for me. However, I found the opposite to be the case. Yes, I felt protected without having to have a habit of taking daily PrEP, but there were hidden difficulties with Apretude I didn't expect. The first headache with Apretude is that it's much more heavily regulated / locked down as a medication for some reason. This makes actually getting the dose each time more of a headache in a few ways: More questions and scrutiny from healthcare providers Medication has to be administered by a healthcare provider, not at home Test results for the injection need to be taken no more than one week before the injection, a somewhat tight window As a result, you need to find time for two separate appointments at a healthcare provider one week apart The healthcare appointment for the injection itself is a bit of a hassle. Healthcare providers are required to assess labs, ask questions, and then finally retrieve the injection that's in a secured container elsewhere before being able to administer it, overall this just takes time The next headache were the minor but not insignificant side effects from the injection that I do not experience from daily PrEP. The apretude medication for me caused fatigue / aches / feverishness for a few days after the injection. Depending on the person administering the injection, too, there can be some soreness as the needle is not small itself. Overall, if you can't be bothered taking daily PrEP it's a good option. For me I do think daily PrEP is better. Ideally, I'll switch to some other medication that would only need to be taken once every six months to a year if it becomes available, or even better get a vaccine one day.

Next Day Back at work the next night, Steve, the young blond muscle cook, said that he had spoken with his buddy that morning and he told him about what had gone on at my uncle’s house. I didn’t know what to say. I focused on getting steaks out and making sure the waitresses were happy. We were behind the counter and only visible from the waist up. With the tongs in his right hand he would put steaks on the plate and then in the window while with his left hand he was slowly rubbing his crotch. His broad shoulders, tiny waist, tanned skin and well defined arms were distracting. He began to once again lift his shirt so that his light blond treasure trail was visible. As he leaned over the counter his crotch would rub on the metal prep station. He glanced over with a devilish grin while licking his lips. I continued to work but after a short while I said I needed his help in the walk-in to pull some boxes of steaks to thaw. We went into the walk-in, I turned and placed my hand on his crotch to discover a rock hard totem pole. I whispered in his ear, “after work”. We went back into the galley and continued to pump out steaks. When the shift ended, I turned and said, “let’s go.” We went out the back door of the kitchen and to the vehicles. I turned and said, “Listen, I’m going to my uncle’s for a stop on the way home. Want to go with me?” He turned and said sure. I responded, follow me in your truck. He grinned and shock his head yes. Immediately I felt my cock begin to rise in anticipation of what could be cumming. It was Saturday night and I didn’t know if my uncle was home or what would be happening if we surprised him. Going for it, I hopped in my car and began to drive with the young muscle stud in tow. My heart was pounding knowing that this young stud was about to show me what he was made of. Muscle, no body fat, spring in his step, cocky as hell, this had all the makings of a sweaty uninhibited fuck session where all holes were filled. As I pulled up to the house, I noticed the light on in the front room and only his car in the driveway. Steve pulled up behind me, got out of his car. I grabbed whiskey from my trunk and Steve joined me as we approach the front door. It was 10:30 pm. I rang the door bell.

I met a "straight" guy on sniffies that liked to cheat with guys on his girlfriend. He had a fantasy of a cop handcuffing him and being used and fucked. So I went over in my security uniform, handcuffed him, poppered him up, fucked his throat, turned him around and blew a big load in his ass. He wants to get together again and do more. Even though I'm negative and on prep, wenever discussed my status. He wants to get together again and do more.

Athletic Trainer 8 Luke clenched, soaking up Jason's hot, wet grip. Pre-cum leaked, a clear sign of his own need, but he held back, drawing out the delicious agony. Jason, lost in it, gasped, eyes shut, hands gripping his head, trying to breathe. He did not know if he would cum again; all he wanted was more, a desperate plea for it to never end. Luke watched Jason's desperate hunger, a smirk on his face, their secret known. This whole thing, from the start, had been planned by Luke and Brad. Now, the next part was unfolding, Luke driving them to the motel where Brad waited, ready to finish what they started. "You want more, don't you?" Luke's voice was a low growl, cutting through Jason's pleasure fog. He traced Jason's hard dick, a teasing touch that sent shivers down Jason's spine. Jason, still spaced out, sighed, eyes still closed. "Yeah... I cannot believe I am saying this, but yeah... fuck, that was so good." "Glad to hear it," Luke purred, satisfied. "Let us wash up and get dressed. We are seeing a friend. We can keep going there." They stepped into the shower. Warm water rained down as they scrubbed each other, their movements slick and sensual. Every now and then, their mouths met, a slow, deep kiss tasting of desire and anticipation. Their bodies pressed close, steaming together, the friction a gentle promise of more to come. As Jason's hand went back, Luke stopped him, his voice low and firm. "Nah... keep my load in there." Luke wanted his presence to stay inside Jason, a constant reminder of their fuck. Out of the shower, they toweled each other off, hands lingering on warm skin. Luke told Jason to face him, eyes locking with Jason's before he slid a cock ring around Jason's swollen dick. The metal felt cool against Jason's hot flesh, a solid promise of heightened sensation. Next, Luke told Jason to bend over, a quiet command Jason obeyed without thinking. From a small bag, Luke pulled out a needless syringe, its clear tube of liquid. "Bong water. It will get you feeling pretty good," Luke explained, his voice flat as he injected the whole thing into Jason's ass. The water, Luke knew, had been collecting for days, a potent mix of countless hits. Its kick, even in that short time, was undeniable. Luke was sure Jason would not even know what hit him. After that, a small butt plug went in, its smooth surface disappearing easily into Jason's already loose hole. "Before we go," Luke began, his voice serious, almost conspiratorial, "will you promise to be a good fuck boy and let me whore you out? It will make me so happy if you will." Jason hesitated, the question hanging in the air. The idea, undeniably hot, also brought a flicker of doubt. He liked the thought, the dark pull of it, but was he really ready? "Um... yes," he finally managed, the word a soft mumble as they moved to the car. "First off," Luke ordered, his voice sharp and decisive as they got in the car. "Put your hands behind the seat, reach as far back as you can." Jason, still in a daze of obedience, followed without question. In a swift, practiced move, Luke pulled out cuffs and locked Jason's wrists together behind the seat. A blindfold went over Jason's eyes, plunging him into darkness. From a small vial, Luke sprayed a strong, heavy-smelling liquid onto a rag. "Maximum impact, it is like popper," he muttered. The rag was stuffed hard into Jason's mouth, followed by a mouth gag that held it in place, effectively silencing him. "Now we are ready to go," Luke announced, a triumphant glint in his eyes. With a press of a button, the butt plug inside Jason started to vibrate, a low, insistent hum that resonated deep within him. Then, Luke started the car, pulling out onto the road. The whole ride was a symphony of Jason's muffled moans; each vibration from the plug intensified the pleasure-pain within him. Luke, with deliberate cruelty, hit every speed bump without slowing; each jarring impact sent a jolt through Jason's body, making him feel as though the plug was penetrating deeper, harder with every bump. Finally, the car stopped, and with it, the vibrating hum of the butt plug ceased. Jason slowly started to wake up as the effect of maximum impact faded. A strange sense of being dumped washed over him; he felt as though Luke had just left him in the car, tied up and abandoned. Suddenly, the car door behind him opened. He felt a sharp jab in his left arm, then a pull, and then this crazy rush hit him, a fucked-up mix of fear and pure pleasure. Jason's head was spinning, thoughts crashing, couldn't focus on shit, especially not what was happening. His ass muscles were clenching and unclenching, spasms around the aching hole. Luke uncuffed his wrists and walked him into the motel room. Jason's eyes swam, dark and throbbing with his own pounding pulse. He barely saw the bed, but it pulled him in, and he scrambled onto it, his body just dropping into doggy. Luke, smooth and slow, yanked the plug out in one quick pull. The sudden emptiness felt almost as jarring as being full. Just as the plug slid free, Brad walked out of the shower, naked and slick with water, steam still on his skin. Luke gave him a subtle, knowing nod, a silent message passing between them. Then he poured a thick stream of lube right above Jason's crack, catching the first drops with two fingers, letting it run slow and hot, coating the soft skin. His left hand, still holding the lube, dug into his pocket and pulled out a big, jagged chunk of crystal meth. He held it up, catching the light, and turned to Brad, a wicked look in his eyes. "What do you think? Too much?" Brad's lips curled into a slow, hungry smile. "Looks plenty to me," he rumbled, his voice a low growl that still sent a shiver down Jason's spine even as high as he was. Luke pulled his fingers away, leaving a smear of lube, then carefully held the crystal shard between his fingers. With a deliberate, almost ritualistic move, he slid it into Jason's hole, a gasp torn from Jason's throat at the surprise. The crystal then dropped deeper inside Jason. "All yours," Luke told Brad, a note of triumph in his voice. With that, Luke started undressing; his clothes hit the floor without a sound. He locked the door with a soft click, sealing them in, and then positioned himself right in front of Jason, leaning back on a stack of pillows behind him. Brad was already sliding the head of his cock, hot and thick, up and down Jason's open hole, a silent promise of what was coming. "I've never seen his hole wink at me like it does now. This is some next-level shit," Brad said to Luke, his voice raw, almost in awe. Jason felt a burning pain deep inside, a feeling that threatened to burn through the drug haze. He instinctively tried to push up, a desperate move to escape the growing intensity, but Luke's hand, firm and unmoving, ripped the gag free from his mouth. "Take it easy, man," Luke muttered, his voice thick with a raw anticipation that filled every inch of the room. The air was heavy, charged with the musky, hot smell of male arousal, a primal stink that seemed to coat the walls, muffling the outside world. The only sounds were the ragged, rising rhythm of their own heavy breathing. Jason nodded, a small, involuntary twitch, his heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic drum against the rough fabric still binding his eyes. He could feel the intense, radiating heat from deep inside his fucked hole, the foreign shit dissolving inside him. Jason's mouth dropped open, a silent gasp of anticipation. He felt Brad's hot breath on his ear, whispering low, encouraging words that sent shivers, both good and bad, down his spine, prickling his skin. "Your hungry hole ready for me? I know you are. Open up for me," Brad said, his voice a husky command. Jason was so fucked up, so lost in the swirling sensations, that he did not even recognize Brad's voice, a familiar sound made alien by the drugs. The smooth, engorged tip of Brad's cock brushed tantalizingly against his cheek, the head glistening with pre-cum, a shimmering promise of coming pleasure. In one swift, decisive move, Luke's cock filled Jason's mouth. Jason had to fight a visceral gag reflex as the thick shaft hit the back of his throat, stretching him to his limit. He had never been so deep-throated, but the shocking thrill of this new, extreme feeling made him eager, almost desperate, for more, for whatever came next. Meanwhile, Brad's thick fingers were expertly teasing his entrance, circling, pressing, applying just enough exquisite pressure to make Jason silently beg for the main act, for the full, brutal insertion. Jason moaned, a low, guttural sound, his mouth full, his throat stretched tight around Luke. Then, the suddenness of Brad's penetration took Jason completely by surprise. A muffled grunt escaped him, stifled by Luke's shaft, as Brad drove into him. The feeling of being stretched open, of being completely filled, was almost too much, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Yet, miraculously, he managed to relax his muscles, welcoming the intrusion, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. As Luke began to thrust into his mouth, setting a steady, relentless rhythm, Brad's hands tightened on Jason's hips, holding him firmly in place, nailing him to the bed. The primal sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the quiet room, a wet, rhythmic beat that matched the frantic pounding of Jason's pulse in his ears, a primitive soundtrack to their escalating depravity. The two men chuckled darkly, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through Jason's body. They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent communication of shared intent, that sent a fresh wave of intense excitement surging through Jason. He could feel their desire, a palpable force that seemed to thicken the air around them, making it heavy and electric. They began to spit roast Jason, a relentless assault that lasted for what felt like forever, though the clock on the bedside table would later show it was only five minutes. Luke finally unloaded in Jason's mouth. He made sure every drop of his man juice was swallowed before pulling his cock from Jason's mouth, leaving a slick, empty void, while Brad, seemingly insatiable, kept finding new ways to drill into Jason's hole, each thrust deeper, harder, more aggressive than the last. This relentless assault wrung high-pitched moans from Jason, sounds he never knew he could make, raw cries of pleasure and pain. Then, Brad slowed his pace, holding his dick deep inside Jason, allowing Jason's convulsing hole to contract tightly around him. With a few more sudden deep thrusts, Brad flooded Jason's rectum with his cum. Luke winked at Brad, a silent signal. Then Brad and Luke finally stepped back, leaving Jason blindfolded and cuffed to the hotel bedframe, his ears plugged, muffling the sounds of their departure. They moved to the room next door through the room connecting door. Their naked bodies still glistening with sweat, and settled onto the bed. From there, they watched Jason through a hidden camera Brad had installed, its feed displayed on the hotel room television. The two exchanged thick cloud after thick cloud, the heavy scent of meth smoke mingling with the lingering scent of sex, their silent observation a final, perverse act of control. Jason was disoriented, his breath catching in shallow gasps as he anticipated the next move in their twisted game. The door creaked open, followed by footsteps—someone new entered. A novel, pleasant scent filled the air, stirring a response in him. The first man, a young businessman radiating confidence, approached. The bed dipped under his weight as he settled beside Jason. Clothes rustled, and then a prick brushed against Jason's cheek. There was no mistaking it. A hand guided his neck, urging his face toward the anonymous erection. He opened his mouth, tasting the latex and sweat from his blindfold, mingled with the faint flavor of the stranger's precum. Hesitantly, he took the head in; his tongue explored the unfamiliar shape. Behind him, heavier steps indicated the presence of another man—a bodybuilder. Jason did not turn but registered his approach. The room seemed to shrink. Jason’s heart pounded. He braced himself. The mattress shifted again as another body pressed against his back. He felt the man’s breath on his neck, the air thick with sweat, sex, and raw desire. The businessman’s grip on Jason’s neck tightened, commanding, "Take more. Please me. Show me what you're worth." Simultaneously, the bodybuilder's hand found Jason’s ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. His thumb teased the opening, already yielding from Brad’s earlier ministrations. The bodybuilder’s hot, massive cock pressed against Jason, its head nudging his ass. The initial push was gentle, a silent promise. Jason's eyes widened behind the blindfold, his mouth full of the first stranger's cock as he moaned around it, the sound muffled by the new intrusion. The businessman understood. His grip grew rougher, thrusting into Jason's face with a force that brought tears to Jason's eyes and a gag to his throat. Yet, a wild, hot surge propelled him forward, urging him to continue, to satisfy both men. Both men groaned, a guttural sound, and released their cum deep into Jason's mouth and ass. Though he could not see them, the two men shared a kiss afterward. They quickly withdrew, dressed, and departed. As they exited, a tall Black man entered, acknowledging them with a nod. Jason remained facedown on the bed, ass up, trying to comprehend the recent events. Then, strong hands gripped his legs, pulling him back for a wet, aggressive rim job. The man’s tongue worked intensely, then plunged into Jason’s cum-filled opening as if it were a feast. Jason felt so completely filled that he genuinely believed the man had inserted his entire tongue. This frenzied tongue assault seemed to last an eternity. Jason's mouth hung open, simply absorbing the sensation, barely making a sound because it felt so incredibly good. Finally, the man pressed his lips flat against Jason's hole and sucked out the cum, then spat it onto his own dick to lubricate it. Without hesitation, he rammed his 10-inch erection into Jason’s slick hole. With little resistance, he buried it. Just as Jason whimpered, the man growled, "Chill. Don't push me out or it'll go in harder. I ain't moving. My cock's stuck in you now. Breathe. Get used to it. I ain't moving till you say you're good, but it ain't coming out. Just relax." He knew Jason was about to beg him to withdraw, but he had preempted that request. So Jason quickly regained control of his breathing, taking long, deep breaths in and out, repeatedly. With each exhale, he felt the cock sink deeper. Eventually, he was certain the man’s balls were knocking against his own sack. Somehow, having that monstrous dick inside him also gave him a raging erection, but the top paid no mind to Jason’s boner. His entire focus was on Jason’s hole. He relished watching it grip and suck against his dick’s thrusts. He slammed Jason down hard onto the bed and lifted his hips, pounding every inch of his dick into Jason with powerful, brutal thrusts. He ensured Jason understood he was merely a hole to drain his hard pipe. At one point, he repeatedly hit Jason’s prostate, causing Jason’s legs to spasm involuntarily, but the top used his knees to hold Jason’s legs open and continued to drill the tip of his dick against Jason’s prostate, making Jason scream louder than he usually did. When the top climaxed, it felt like a dam bursting within Jason’s hole. A torrent of warm cum shot into Jason, reaching as deep as possible. Then, as swiftly as that dick had claimed his hole, the top pulled out, wiped his dick clean, and left. Jason, still blindfolded, rolled onto his back to retain that warm load inside him for as long as he could. The thought that permeated his mind was "used." He felt as though that top had utterly violated his hole, and he was even a little proud that his ass could satisfy that man. He had never imagined getting pounded could feel that good. After the tall black man left, satisfied. Shortly after, two of Jason's teammates, Dylan and Travis, entered the room, having seen an anonymous message about a "cum dump" in a bathroom stall. Though they did not know who they would find, they immediately recognized Jason, a sophomore who had quickly secured a starter spot on the team. Dylan, 5'9" with a slender, athletic build and pale skin, had long, dirty blonde hair and script tattoos on his chest, a full back, and a color-tattooed right arm. He was the shortest on the team but confident and well-respected, known for his defensive speed. Despite having many female fans, he was secretly gay and enjoyed dominating taller, more muscular men. His 9.5-inch penis was noticeably large even when soft. Travis, about Jason's height with a darker copper skin tone, had well-defined arms and chest, and short dark hair with a nice fade. He was 6'3" and muscular with an 8.5-inch thick penis, a high sex drive, and an online profile name of "holeopener." He enjoyed the sensation of pulling his penis out and re-inserting it. Travis and Dylan, now roommates, had arrived at the hotel together, suggesting a sexual relationship or some sort. Upon recognizing Jason, tied up and blindfolded, Dylan and Travis giggled and whispered before stripping naked and approaching him. They had expected to see someone from another sport, not their teammate. Travis reached for Jason's hard, precum-dripping penis and began stroking it, mouthing to Dylan, "Dude... he precums so damn much." They had always found Jason attractive but avoided pursuing teammates to prevent awkwardness. Finding him blindfolded presented a perfect opportunity. Dylan found lube, along with a tray of new and used syringes. He locked the door and brought the tray to Travis, who was lightly rubbing Jason's glans, causing him to moan. Travis, surprised by the tray, asked, "Where did that come from?" Dylan nodded to a dark corner of the room, confirming Travis's unspoken question about Jason's state. Dylan prepared two points of crystal with water. They clearly had done this before at some point. They debated what to do with Jason, but Dylan decided against further manipulation due to Jason's incoherence. To appease Travis, they opted for a booty bump for Jason. Travis filled a needless syringe with crystal and water. They both injected themselves, finishing around the same time. After the rush settled, Travis signaled Jason to lie on his back, pulled him to the edge of the bed, and aggressively face-fucked Jason's throat, bringing Jason's legs up to expose his used anus. "Shit... it's filled with cum. Do you think he can still fill the booty bump?" Travis whispered to Dylan. Dylan silently examined Jason's anus. Travis then pressed his mouth around Jason's anus, sucking out and swallowing as much cum as he could and swallowed them like they were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted while continuing to penetrate Jason's throat. After a minute, Travis, cum dripping from his face, said, "I think he's ready." Dylan handed Travis the needless syringe and readied his phone camera. The lube-soaked cum made it easy for Travis to push the booty bump halfway into Jason's ass, then all the way. He aimed Jason's ass at Dylan's dick. Dylan held his phone in one hand, jerking his hard, wet cock with the other. Dylan's dick wasn't huge at the tip, but it got thick towards the base, making the last third a real motherfucker to take. Jason felt the booty bump as Dylan slid in. The last three guys and that reinforced bump had left Jason's ass wet and loose. Dylan slid in two-thirds of the way, no problem, but Jason screamed when Dylan slowly pushed in his thick cock. Travis quickly jammed his dick into Jason's open mouth, turning the screams into whimpers. Dylan kept stretching Jason's ass until his cock was buried deep. Feeling Jason's ass clench, Dylan whispered, "Relax. Breathe deep through your nose." Jason did, taking a few deep breaths. On the third one, Travis held poppers under his nose, making him take two more hits. Seconds later, Dylan felt Jason's ass muscles loosen, though it was still tight, fighting Dylan's pull. Dylan moved his dick in and out, slow, short strokes. Travis, though, was rougher with Jason's mouth, squeezing his cheeks and holding his head back to keep it open. Dylan leaned in, whispering to Jason, "Deep breath, then give up. Open your hole and your throat." He then stroked and pinched Jason's nipples, whispering again, "Another deep breath, then relax and let go." Between the drugs and the poppers, Dylan's voice was like a spell. Jason's mind went blank, just focusing on the words. At the same time, Travis and Dylan broke through Jason's last fight, burying themselves in him from both ends. Both let out a satisfied "ahhhhh..." Dylan then told Jason, "You know you love it. Come on... show me you want it." Lost in the crazy rush, Jason hung on Dylan's every word. Dylan's familiar voice was a faint whisper in the haze of being so turned on. His world shrunk; every feeling pulled him into the desperate act of breathing. Each breath was a ragged gasp, each exhale a shaky release. Time stopped; minutes felt like forever. Even though it hurt, a strange giving-up bloomed inside him, a willing surrender to the sweet pain. His racing thoughts locked on the huge, unmoving pressure of Dylan's thick cock, a feeling that changed what penetration meant. It felt like being ripped open, stretched beyond anything he'd known, and the quick emptiness when Dylan moved even a little brought a new kind of ache. Suddenly, Dylan's hands grabbed Jason's neck, pulling his head forward. With a hard thrust, Dylan drove deeper, his cock punching into Jason's very core, his meat tunnel giving way to the deep invasion. Jason's head arched back, a silent scream caught in his open mouth, his eyes squeezed shut against the blinding intensity. Above them, Travis, who had been quiet, got onto the bed, still thrusting hard into Jason's throat. Though his own eyes were shut, a primal sound ripped from Dylan's lips, a deep command that shook the air. "Push out now. Come on. Let me in even more." Jason felt like he was at his limit, couldn't imagine taking more. Yet, as he strained, pushing out his colon as hard as he could, Dylan proved him wrong, a quiet, clear show of his unstoppable power. Dylan push his dick forward even further. Dylan's throbbing cock hit a spot that hadn't been touched, pulling a high-pitched moan from Jason that he didn't recognize as his own. His hard, desperate cock bounced wildly with each powerful hit against his used hole. Just as Jason finally pulled away from Travis’s cock, sucked in a shallow breath, a sudden, warm gush filled his throat. Travis, with a surprising surge, blew thick loads of cum, a shockingly big but sweet flood on his tongue. He swallowed it all in a desperate, almost frantic gulp, but even then, his focus stayed on the steady, constant rub of Dylan's cock head, deep in his ass. Every thrust forward was a confusing sensation causing Jason’s eyes to rolled back. Then came the final dump. A wave of warm cum shot inside him, a raw, uncontrolled gush from Dylan. At the same time, Jason’s legs buckled, a sudden, uncontrollable shake leaving him weak and trembling, like he'd just run a marathon. Jason thought he blew the biggest loads but was confused when he felt no cum in front of him. Slowly, carefully, Dylan pulled out, letting Jason collapse, spent and totally fucked, onto his stomach on the bed. The finally, a big, wet puddle formed under Jason, the sticky warmth a mix of piss and cum, and he just didn't care. Travis and Dylan chuckled softly as they got up, their low voices filling the quiet room. They dressed with little talk, then, relaxed, helped themselves to the big spread of drugs, trying a bit of everything before they left. For Jason, the exhaustion was a deep, heavy blanket, pulling him onto the bed. He spent several minutes to recover. He didn’t even know he was just fucked and seeded by his teammates. He never knew getting fucked could feel like this. He could feel the wet cum instead of him and his tender hole puckering trying to keep the cum from oozing out.

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.

As much as I enjoy fucking guys on the bed I share with my wife I have no desire at all for her to walk in and catch me with my bare cock up some guy's ass, so it only happens when I'm certain she's going to be away long enough, or when she's out of town in business. What is a major turn on is when I'm into some really hot action and she calls me to chat. I find it intensely arousing to have a causal chat when someone is sucking my cock and I need to be careful not to moan at inappropriate moments, but nothing at all beats the time I blew my load inside one guy's ass while my wife was on the phone telling me about her day without her even noticing.

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."

I have been fucking my dad since I was 10. It was never abusive or forced, it just kinda naturally happened. I knew I wanted to be closer to him and loved that he taught me everything and we bonded that way. He always let me decide how far to take it and when I was ready to go all the way.

It's been a while since I've posted, I've been... kept busy. I've been with my man for about eight months now. It started out with him, then he invited his two buddies to cum and go as they please. Then it was the bathroom gangbang. Since then, the open door policy is extended to so many more men. I honestly have no idea. Certainly there are many regulars, but far more complete strangers. Well over a hundred by now. Friday and Saturday are the busiest. He gets texts, and then they arrive. He often watches while jerking and then, when the doors close for the night, he fucks me HARD, and cums fast. The wonderful thing about being exposed to so many is that I've experienced everything. Every position, kink, fantasy and fetish. I'm about as whored out as is possible.

Success at the bathhouse on a Thursday evening. Two guys fucked me fairly early on, nothing much to say as they were a bit disappointing. However, the next two fucks were great. A slim young Asian guy hugged me in a dark room and responded positively to my caresses and hard cock. I sucked him large hard cock for a little while then got a vibe, not too obvious, that he was open to be fucked. I moved him towards the bed, not that easy with the number of guys jammed in the dark room some of whom were trying to snatch him away, and bent him over and from a standing position pushed my cock into his hole and started thrusting. Before Long I was getting much of my cock in but not all as the angle was right to get the thick base all the way in. I climbed up on the bed and was alt last able to ram in balls deep which he was enjoying. We continued for a while until I emptied my seed deep in his hole and he left seeking his next load. After I’d rested for 20 minutes I debated leaving or trying again. Eventually I tried the gloryhole booths. I sucked a couple of guys but when I moved my asshole to the gloryhole both left. (I find that behaviour a little frustrating as I’m happy to top or keep sucking if they’d only signal their preferences.) However, this was what the 3rd gut was hoping for and his cock was better than the previous two: long ad absolutely rock hard. He gave my hole a good work out.

Chapter 10: Because You Just Might Get IT Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:20 MST. 30-Oct-20XX After the Alpha had given Stag a second dose of his potent seeds, the corruption-seeking ginger no longer required any restraints while the other creatures had their turn inside him. The viscous saliva from the initial penetration had worn off, and Stag was made to feel every second of his conversion as it continued. The Alpha stood back as one of his underlings began its work on Stag, his arms crossed, and felt a sense of pride as he watched. His boldness is to be admired, the Alpha thought. But his presumption that we would just accept him needs to be dealt with. This one must be shown his place. He had ordered the other creatures to have fun with the soldier, but also to show him no mercy, and to give him no sedation. He’ll be useful later, but for now, let’s make him regret this little excursion into our hive. The other creatures seemed to hear his thoughts, and turned their heads toward him, and then back to Stag, indicating their understanding of the orders. The first smiler pressed his bulbous cock into Stag’s gaping rectum, and found the familiar squish of corrupted semen just inside the cavity. It was on the verge of leaking out, and the smiler pushed it back inside where it must remain. Stag grunted at the penetration, and after sinking a good eleven inches deep into the hole, the first smiler began thrusting. Its sweat built up quickly and began running off him in rivulets as it started to pound Stag’s hole into oblivion. In all his years of gallivanting and whoring it up, Stag had never once played with his anus. The nearest he came to it was when he picked up a person of indeterminate gender in Thailand who surprised him by strapping on a comically large dildo. Stag had felt a simultaneous hunger and revulsion in that episode, and humiliated his one-night stand so he wouldn’t have to interact with their fetish. His internalized homophobia slowly ebbed away, and the ongoing penetration with the smiler made him realize that he might have missed a golden opportunity back then, but he was making up for it now. A second smiler came round to the front of Stag, and positioned itself just in front of his head. Stag looked up briefly and was greeted by a monstrously large corrupted dick, oozing with thick precum. He needed no instruction, and knew what was expected of him. Craning his neck up as far as he could, he opened his mouth widely and swallowed the dark massive dick as much as he could. The second smiler purred deeply in response, and forced his infected prong the rest of the way down Stag’s throat. Matching the rhythm of his brother, the second smiler began to orally fuck Stag's windpipe. He was given no choice but to comply and swallow every drop of corrupted seed that came to him as his throat muscles strained. The top smiler continued to fuck, and Stag’s resistance excited the beast further. The tempo of the thrusts increased, and Stag’s mind began to wander. He’s getting close. My God, it’s huge… he’s hitting all the right spots and it hurts so bad but it hurts so good I don’t ever want it to stop Oh for the love of God please fucking stop These evil fuckers are getting off on my fighting it Stop fighting it Bryce No yes No Yes No Yes No Yes YES YES YES YES YES AW FUUUUUUUUCK. He felt the heat coming off his tops, and the dripping sweat, and he began to feel like he was swimming while being spitroasted. The thrusts were so hard, Stag was sure this would break him in half. His hole was stretched to its absolute limit, and almost torn by the throbbing cock inside him. Then the top beast began to slow. It pulled most of the way out, and then slammed its thick shaft back inside all the way to the hilt, and repeated the motion a countless number of times. The sensations overwhelmed him, and Stag lost control of his bladder. His acrid piss began running like a quiet river that grew into a raging torrent, feeding the beast inside him. Stag felt a very brief sense of relief, but the fucking didn’t stop for a second. The smiler opposite of him removed his dick from the mouth, and jacking off rapidly, shot a hefty load of black oozy spunk on Stag’s face. It got his right eye, and ran down the cheek. Stag tried to reach it with his tongue, but was not successful. The second smiler growled deeply in satisfaction, and wiped the load from the man's face with its left hand. Then it held a clawed finger out, and Stag licked it up eagerly while trying to avoid poking his tongue with the claw. Mmm. Metallic. He had tasted his own cum once on a dare during basic, and found it too smoky and bleachy. This load, however, had a hard taste like biting a pill, but with notes of sweet nectar. Already he could feel that his tongue was different. As he watched, the Alpha could pinpoint the moment when Stag's transformation began; two superior loads deep with entry at two points plus the third on the way, and the physique started to morph into a balloon animal made of muscle and dark veins. The corruption spiderwebbed out from the source and snaked across and around the body at a surprisingly swift rate. Stag’s skin took on a slightly transparent greyish pallor as his transformation progressed. The pupils had begun to dilate; Stag was in pig heaven as he felt it taking over and obliterating the man he used to be. Perfection, the Alpha growled in approval. I can’t wait to see what he does with it. The top smiler held still for a second as it flipped Stag over while still inside him. Stag groaned with the twisting motion, and opening his eyes, he was able to see the face of the thing that was breeding him. It had its mouth open, black corruption dripping from the eyes and mouth, razor-sharp teeth like daggers grinning savagely as it resumed its ministration. Stag locked eyes with the creature, and its gaze penetrated his heart. For the first time in a while, Stag knew true fear. I could die from this, Stag thought with a hint of remorse. Fuck me, what have I done… But it’s so beautiful, and I’ll be one of these guys pretty soon with a virgin meat puppet of my own underneath me. It will be glorious. Knowing he had surrendered his humanity for the ultimate fuck, his last thoughts of resistance faded away as he fully embraced the creature by its head in both his hands. It was sticky to the touch, but he didn’t let go. He fondled the creature's horns, and wondered what purpose they served, and then discarded the query. The smiler seemed to like the touch in this spot, and purred deep in its chest. Stag locked eyes with his breeder. “Keep… fucking… Breed me… now… you… ugly … piece of … shit!” His breath came faster and in short gulps, and he longed for the part where the insemination was over and he could just enjoy his reward. His chest began to heave as the heart rate increased. Now Stag was returning the thrusts and bucking his hips in response to the pounding he had been receiving, and it caught the smiler by surprise. Its grin got wider as it figured out what Stag was doing, and in response, pushed Stag onto his shoulders, and began jackhammering him. This one seeks total destruction. Inspired, the smiler put its hands on Stag’s raw nipples, and tugged at them until they were hard and puffy. At long last, the smiler seized up, and let out a terrible roar that penetrated Stag's heart. A toxic volley of semen again flooded Stag's ruined colon, and as it moved through his chute, he felt it burning up from the inside. The smiler lowered Stag to the floor so he was lying on his back again. Stag took a moment to look at his own meagre cock, but to his astonishment, it had also changed from the last time he saw it. Where it had been a modest but respectable pale pecker was now a python of a dick, oozing its final drops of uninfected cum. Aware that the virus was working, Stag began to stroke himself furiously to empty his nuts. One for the road. Giving him all the sensations, the smiler took Stag’s balls in his hand, and pulled them downward forcefully. Stag let out a loud appreciative moan, but was cut short by a hand from an unseen figure. It held his mouth shut, and he was bound again, and working with less oxygen. Breath control, Stag thought. That’s a new one. It sent him over the edge; the load was short in coming, and when it shot, the smiler opened its mouth widely, and hungrily slurped every drop off Stag's hand and abdomen with its bifurcated tongue. The hand withdrew from Stag’s mouth, and he could breathe again. The air began to smell of sweat and spunk and stale piss and ass, and Stag was fully intoxicated by it. Heh, already an improved sense of smell, he thought. The smiler pulled out, leaving a grateful Stag lying on the floor, almost comatose as the corruption renewed its hold on him. As he began to slip back into unconsciousness, a third creature took its place, and started Stag up again before he had a chance to roll over, light up, and turn on the Late Show. Then it came: a voice familiar to Stag shouted something about liquidation over the speakers. A sudden clamor was heard from across the spacious room, but Stag and his breeder were too engaged to even register it. The Alpha’s head turned in the direction of the sounds with alarm, and it bolted off in that direction with several other smilers who had been waiting their turn. —--------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:40 MST. 30-OCT-20XX The impact with the air vent caused Gravestone to momentarily lose his hearing, and he attempted to get up from the cold concrete floor. His head throbbed, and the world felt dizzy. He blinked several times, dumbfounded by how quickly this escalated, and the ringing in his ears only added to his disorientation. He snapped his fingers next to his left ear twice, and it produced a dull unsatisfactory clicking sound. Feeling every one of his years, the aging commander pushed himself to all fours. Steadying himself with what he thought was a wall, he returned to standing. The dizziness slowly allayed, and everything felt surreal. The wetness on his steadying hand had only a split-second’s attention. Hearing slowly approaching footsteps behind him, Gravestone quickly turned about, hoping the steps came from either Reaper or Tex or Zero, or some other last-second hero from his squad. To his great surprise, he was greeted by a newly-converted Lockjaw, who obscured his features slightly by remaining in a shadow just light enough to see who it was, but none of the distinctive new physical traits. “Commander,” the voice said with no inflection. Lockjaw could barely contain his excitement. Gravestone recognized the voice instantly. “Adrian!! Thank God it’s you,” Gravestone said with great relief. “We gotta go. Tex and Reaper are just on the other side of the gate.” “Why the rush, commander?” Lockjaw asked in a light voice. “We have everything we need right here. Don’t run off - the fun’s about to begin.” As he spoke, the timbre of his voice deepened and sounded sinister by the last word. Gravestone felt his heart skip a beat. In that skip, he knew he was about to come to harm. His walls went up, and he attempted to step back, but found a fleshy form instead of a hard surface. Alarmed, he turned about, and found himself face to face with Pixel. “Stay with us, commander,” Pixel said in the same dreamy voice. “You’ll come to love it as we do.” Gravestone was horrified as he found himself quickly surrounded by nearly half his team, all converted into smilers; Lockjaw emerged from the shadow, and Patch stepped into view with him, followed by Sticks. Each of them had the same weirdly grey skin, the same dilated pupils, the same sharp teeth and the creepy grin that accompanied them, and each was completely naked. Two other faces that Gravestone didn’t know also appeared from unseen places, and their features seemed more developed: one had slight horns in its forehead, the other bore claws that badly needed a manicure. All were naked, all drooled to varying degrees, and all of them wielded huge penises, some more erect than others. The smilers formed a small half-circle around him. He was surprised to see that Stag wasn't among them, and part of him hoped the ass would be a hero and save him from the impending doom. “No…” Gravestone looked from one face to the next, hoping to find an ally among them, but they all gave him the same menacing grin. He raised his tranq gun, knowing the futility of using it, but it was his only means of defense for what was going to happen next. His hands trembled as he pointed his weapon from face to face, unable to fire on his comrades. “Patch… not you, too!” Tears of fear and hurt began to well up in his eyes as he struggled to process this shift in the game plan. “It’s okay, commander,” Patch said gently. “There’s no pain, no fear, only pleasure and a deep sense of brotherhood. Rapid healing, sex drive for days, and so many new features.” Sticks interrupted him. “The endorphins are wonderful, and it feels so good. Join us, commander. It will be the best thing you ever did.” Gravestone didn’t dare to breathe. A single tear escaped his eye, and ran down his cheek. An unknown smiler hissed impatiently. He lowered his weapon, and drooped his head, blinking several times as he processed a variety of outcomes. He knew there was no escaping this, and fighting back would be futile. Outnumbered and certainly outgunned, Gravestone let the weapon fall to the floor. It made a pitiful clattering sound, hardly doing justice to what he was feeling. The sextet closed their circle around him, and Gravestone shut his eyes tightly, praying that this was just a bad dream. He reopened them, and looked toward the exit where Tex and Reaper had gone out, and wished he could have joined them. “Good luck, guys.” He inhaled deeply for a calming breath. Forgive me, Denise. Gravestone surrendered completely to the darkness as multiple gobs of spit struck him simultaneously from different angles. —------------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. The other side of the locked gate. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:51 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Elias hissed sharply as Tex tried to inspect the scratch wound on his friend’s arm. “It’s a deep scratch, but I can’t treat it here,” Tex said with frustration. “Too dark, and too many potential contaminants in here.” He carefully put the jacket back on Elias, who grimaced and groaned as the garment was replaced on him. “Sorry, buddy. It doesn’t seem to be bleeding, though. You’ll probably have a scar. We’ll get Trevor to look at it when we get you home.” Tex looked back at the gate. “What about the commander?” Elias shook his head slightly, regretful that he wasn’t with them. “We can’t help him. If we go back, we’re finished. We’ve got to go NOW. With any luck, he’ll get away from those things.” The two of them started moving through the dark space, neither one speaking. The air was different here - a little cleaner, less confining, but it smelled slightly dusty. The only source of light came from the small lamp above the gate where they came in. The exit felt like a long way off. In his mind, Tex was cursing Jack over and over for his loud reactions that awoke the smilers, and took their commander, and wounded his friend. All this shit could have been avoided, and now we gotta leave another one behind. We’re the last two left, and who knows if that scratch was poisonous? I could be a sole survivor. The thought sent a shudder through him, and Elias noticed it, but said nothing. Tex continued his train of thought. Patch and Pixel were both raped and possibly killed; Lockjaw and Sticks are both MIA, Stag went rogue, and Zero… oh, brave Zero... Always the consummate soldier. Hope he lasts til morning. After turning a corner, a light was visible at the end of the tunnel, and they ran toward it. “Finally! An exit,” Elias said with relief. At last, this shitstorm can begin to be over. Only one more obstacle to freedom stood in their way: a large grate, bolted to the exterior wall. Needing no words, Elias and Tex gave one glance to each other, then coordinated a couple of swift kicks to the metal covering. It gave way surprisingly fast, and Tex looked at Elias in astonishment. “There’s no way that should have come off in two kicks,” he said. Elias was likewise confounded by it. “No kidding. Who put together that security detail?” Not questioning their good fortune for another second, they pushed the grate forward the rest of the way, and Elias was the first to taste the sweet freedom of the night air. When both he and Tex had emerged from the tunnel, they stood up fully, and inhaled deeply. The October night air was chilly, but not freezing, and considering the past few hours of activity, it was a welcome relief both physically and mentally. They paused to take in the moment, and just breathe. Elias took note of the surroundings. “Where do you think we came out?” Everything looked so different by night. He could see only trees and shrubs and the occasional rock. “I think you came out in a coffee shop, as I recall,” Tex answered, giving his friend a smirk. “I know that was a joke, but that is so not funny right now,” Elias said. “You know you love it!” Tex replied playfully. “Come on, let’s get the hell out of here. The security team is probably still out front, but let’s try to sneak past them.” “Right,” Elias agreed. “They’re probably on the General’s payroll.” Quietly keeping to the shadows, they carefully followed the Helixion building around the side, knowing they would come around to the front eventually. The uneven ground and the darkness of the night made progression slow. Tex’s left foot found a sinkhole before he or Elias saw it, and he was on the grass in an instant. Tex wanted to cry out in pain as his ankle throbbed, but Elias was fast enough to cover his friend’s mouth with a hand. Wordlessly, they exchanged looks, and Elias indicated he would pull Tex back to his feet. Taking him in two hands, he pulled Tex up from under the arms, and it was a great effort for Tex to mask the exertion without making a sound. Once in an upright position, Tex balanced precariously on the right foot while hovering the injured left just inches above the ground, and a hand on the wall. Elias knelt down for a look, and wanted to issue a vilification for the hidden hole in the dirt, but knew silence was the priority. Elias looked at Tex’s shin, ankle, and foot, but without removing all the clothing and boots, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He looked back up at Tex, and gave a quick shaking of the head. In pantomime, he raised his hands to say, “Looks fine.” Tex understood, and using his hands, he mimed the word “twisted”, and drew a question mark with his index finger. Elias nodded in acknowledgement. He offered his shoulders for Tex to grab, and hobbled both of them around toward the front of the facility. Tex touched his injured foot down occasionally to balance himself as they moved slowly. As they rounded the first corner, flashing emergency lights reflecting from the surrounding trees told them what would be waiting for them around front. “We got company,” Tex said in a whisper. “Any ideas?” Shaking his head yes, Elias took a look around and motioned towards the treeline off in the distance. “If we can make it over through the fence and trees, there should be a gas station along that road, then we call a cab or Uber…” Elias said, his voice slightly slurred. “That’s a big ‘if’… not to mention cameras on the parking lot between us and Krell. Don’t ask me why, but I don’t think we can trust him…” Tex said, his ankle throbbing as he gingerly tried to put weight on it. “Stick to the shadows. We should be okay then. For such a big place, they really cheaped out on the cameras,” Elias replied, shaking his head as he spoke, fighting the dizzy feeling in his brain. Slowly, Elias helped Tex slowly hobble across the darkest part of the parking lot, before finally making it to the thick treeline, the sound of traffic and several fire engine sirens rushing past. After several minutes, and several near trips into a stray muddy puddle, the two emerged from the woods and looked up and down the street. Off in the distance, the glow of a small gas station cutting the dim soft glow of the streetlights. It was a long journey toward it, but their slow three-legged race went unnoticed by anyone, and they finally came to rest on a bench in front of the station. Tex grunted as he sat down, grateful to be off his feet at last. “Thanks, buddy. I owe you one.” Fatigue started to rear its ugly head as both men tried to process the events of the past few hours. For a few minutes, neither one of them spoke or made any sound. Finally, Tex broke the silence. “I reckon we should get some supplies before moving out,” he said, never taking his eyes off the horizon. “Buuuut … neither of us is really in a condition to do some shopping.” “I was just thinking about that,” Elias said slowly. “If we buy anything with our credit cards, there will be a record of the sale when we’re supposed to be in that godforsaken facility.” This long sentence was a struggle to put together as his words continued to slur. Tex picked up on it, and observed his friend quietly. He must be drop-dead exhausted. And that wound… maybe it was poisonous, after all. “Do you have any cash?” Tex asked. Elias fished around in his pockets, and turned up a couple of old dollar bills that had been through the wash a few times. Tex had a few more that were in better shape. Putting them together, it was barely enough for at least two bottles of water, maybe something to eat, and ice. “Well, I’m feeling a little woozy, but you’ve got the twisted ankle,” Elias said with an effort. “Rock paper scissors for shopping duties?” Tex nodded thrice, and they played a round. Tex chose rock, Elias chose paper. “Tough break, bro.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m going…” Tex said in his drawl. He pushed himself up from the bench with Elias’s support, and carefully made his way to the brightly-lit entrance of the mini-mart. Elias resumed his seat on the bench, watching his friend all the way. When Tex was inside and out of sight, Elias looked up at the night sky. It was a starry night, and the quiet here was deafening. Given all the chaos of the night, this was a welcome relief. His head was filled with images that kept playing on an endless loop: Gravestone getting knocked across the room, the long tunnel to the exit, that fool Jack, and the horrible appearances of the smilers. What were those things? Why were they interested in fucking my team members? What happened to Lockjaw, to Sticks, to Patch? Why did Stag bail on us? Right at the moment, he wished he hadn’t given up smoking - a cigarette right now would do him good and maybe clear his head, give him something to do with his hands. The brain fog hadn’t let up, and Elias just put it down to fatigue and mental exhaustion. Suddenly, he heard the cheerful bell of the mini-mart’s door chime, and Tex reappeared, carrying a small sack filled with things. Tex returned to the bench, and took a comfortable seat. “Got some things for us,” he said with forced cheer. “Here, drink this.” He handed Elias a bottle of water, and then took out another for himself. Elias took a long, grateful pull from the bottle at once, and swallowed. Then he looked at the bottle in slight revulsion. “It’s perfectly anemic,” he said. “It’s wet, isn’t it?” Tex said with a glare. “Just drink it.” He continued to unpack the bag. “I got some ice for my ankle… a couple of nutritional bars they had on clearance price…” He removed the ice and set it next to him, but kept the bars in the bag, and continued to fish for things. “Aaaand… viola! A disposable phone.” He showed the prize to Elias like a child who just found his new favorite toy. “We didn’t have the cash for that!” Elias objected. “Forgot I had a couple twenties in my shirt pocket,” Tex answered triumphantly. “I get to be the hero this time.” He reached in the bag one more time, and pulled out a box of large bandages. “It’s not exactly the ER, but we can at least cover your wound with something sterile, and I can see it better in this light. Eat this, and take off your jacket.” Elias removed his jacket again, but it caused him less pain this time. He placed the garment over the back of the bench, and it slowly began to slide off. He turned his body so Tex could see the scratch fully while Tex opened the bandage. Elias opened the bar, and took a bite. The thing was hard, but something to keep him fueled. It’s supposed to be strawberry, but all I taste is grit, he thought bitterly. Tex inspected the wound. The deep gash in the skin thankfully had stopped oozing on its own, but still looked rather jagged and painful. Likely it would need stitches, but having nothing close to that, it would just have to wait until morning. Elias breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to put his damaged jacket back on, but didn’t find it where he put it. He looked around but saw no garment anywhere. Tex saw his distress, and finally asked, “Where’s your fucking jacket?” Elias stood to walk around the bench, and found himself severely unbalanced. “Whoa, easy, cowboy!” Tex said, trying to steady his friend. Elias sat back down, and felt his heart rate slightly elevated. “Whew! It feels like it’s been ages since I last got up,” Elias said with embarrassment. “There it is,” Tex said, pointing at the jacket in a rumpled pile. “It just fell under the bench.” He grabbed it, and helped Elias put it back on. “There ya go, all better. How about we call a cab?” Elias could only nod in reply. —-------- Elias’s apartment. REDACTED LOCATION. 00:10 MST. 31-OCT-20XX The cab had appeared within minutes, and Tex used up every red cent to pay the fare. He regretted he couldn’t tip the driver more than a few pennies, but promised himself he would call the cab company the next day and set it right. During the whole ride, only the driver spoke. Tex gave the barest of information as Elias drifted in and out of awareness. Glad to be home at last, Elias poured two shots of rum, and gave one to Tex, who raised his glass as if to give a toast. “To our friends who didn’t get home tonight,” he said gravely. Elias returned the toast, and they downed the shots together. It burned all the way down. Tex had his foot propped up on the coffee table with the bag of ice draped over the ankle. Elias’s head continued to throb, and the medicinal shot didn’t alleviate the uncomfortable feeling. He collected the glass from Tex and placed both in the kitchen sink. The dull sound it produced resonated like the sound of striking an anvil. Tex observed his friend as he moved around the apartment. He looked ragged and tired, his hair was a mess in all directions, and he smelled of sweat and grime as if he had been running for days. Tex didn’t imagine he looked much better, and hadn’t the heart or the vanity to locate a mirror to prove otherwise. He also noticed that Elias didn’t look like a well man. Hardly surprising, considering what we’ve been through tonight. “We should figure out what to do about all this,” Tex said awkwardly. Elias turned his gaze toward his friend, and then away as a strange vision danced into his head. Mentally he was undressing Tex, and then pounding him into the couch with a massive boner. And then it was gone - Elias felt like he was losing his grip on reality. He pinched his nose bridge between two fingers, and after removing them, he blinked at Tex. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” “What are we going to do?” Tex repeated, now with concern followed by a sudden yawn. He removed his glasses, and set them on the nearby end table. “I… I don’t know,” Elias stammered. “I can’t think right now. I feel like I could sleep for a thousand years. Can we sort this out in the morning?” “Sure, man,” Tex said sleepily. “It will still… be…” Before he knew it, Tex had fallen asleep mid-sentence on the couch, his clothes still on, his foot still elevated with the ice happily melting around it. Elias softly chuckled, and whispered, “Good night, my friend.” He removed the bag of ice, and placed it in the sink. Elias returned with a soft kitchen towel, and placed it beneath Tex’s elevated foot. Then he covered him with an afghan, and extinguished the lights. He pushed himself down the hall to the room he shared with Trevor, and completely undressed himself. Turning toward the full-length mirror, his eyes instantly went to the spot where the monster had scratched him. His mouth twisted in distaste, and he silently hoped that the wound wouldn’t get infected or worse. I’m not a medic, but Trevor can look at it tomorrow. Hopefully just a flesh wound. He turned away from the mirror; the bed looked so inviting. He crawled into the king-size bed, grateful that Trevor was working overnight in surgery and wouldn’t be home til morning. Before he could reach over and put out the lamp, Elias was asleep in an instant, lying horizontally across the bed. END OF THE FIRST ACT.

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Thanks @KinkyTallBottom! @BttmKinksterI've been pretty much fucked by only older men since I realized I was gay years ago. A couple cousins that were older than me by 5 plus years would be the closest age gap. Here's the next chapter. Sorry for any typos, I'm using my phone to write these, so I may miss something.: It was our next to last day in the mountains and Kier and I decided to go into town to eat. I put on some knee high socks on, running shorts that I stole from Ashley that made my ass pop, with the bottom of my cheeks teasing everyone when I moved in certain ways. I topped it off with a tight black tank top that showed of my thin and chiseled swimmers body quite well. I let Chuck know where we were going and he pulled me in for a deep kiss before spinning me around and pushing his fat cock aggressively into my, well...technically his, boipussy. The cold metal from his heavy PA scratching my hole and canal as he buries himself to the hilt on one strong go causing me to whimper in pain and ecstacy. "Oh, Daddy!!" "I'm gonna load you up before you go out. Maybe this will be the load that knocks you up, my little slut. After I breed you. I want you to wear this all day while you're out." He tells me as he puts a bag on the dresser I'm pressed against. "But I'm gonna put this on you before your little cock gets too hard." Charlie whispers in my ear as I feel cold metal encases my limp cock and balls. I look down to see him lock me in a black metal cage. "Don't worry, my little cum dump doesn't need that. Plus it'll go well with what's in the bag." He licks my ear age neck while he tells me this. He picks me up and throws me on the bed before he rolls me on to my back, lifts my legs on to his shoulders as his monster poz cock pushes back into my womb. He pounds my hole for 20 minutes as we make out, his musk age the smell of sex fills the air of the room. As he nears his climax he grabs both sides of my face and makes me look him in the eyes, "I'm going to knock you up, baby. But I have to tell you, your mom was the only woman I ever fucked before I accepted that I was gay, and I have to say, your ass feels so much better than her pussy ever did!" As soon as he says this, we both erupt. My seed leaking out of the cage onto my thigh, his seed flooding me deep, painting my tattered pussy with his toxic DNA. As he walked out of the room, he tossed the bag off of the dresser onto the bed next to me. I opened it to find a large black butt plug that I immediately inserted into my hole, and a low cut black thong with a very sheer hot pink front that displayed my caged cock and balls. I put the thong on and slide Ashley's booty shorts on over them. Grab Keir and we make our way into the small mountain town. ---------------- We enter one of the small tavern/restaurants in the town. It's pretty empty as we are there off hours. There's a cute cub looking guy behind the bar that is staring, fixated, on us. There's a table of three old women of in the corner and that's all we can see. We make out way to the bar and grab two stools. "I'll be with y'all in a moment." The cub tells us a he finishes getting the drinks for the old women and takes them over to their table. He's built like a highschool football linesman, but his bulk muscles have gone soft. Thick brown mustache, work boots, blue jeans and a flannel shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His shirt tucked in, with his young dad-belly looking rather sexy in his outfit. Kier and I giggle as we check him out. We make eye contact with him on his way back to the bar. He shyly looks away as though he's been caught. He glances back at my ass and licks his lips. Once he's back in the bar he asks, "We don't get many of y'all around here. At least not so obvious... what would you girls like to drink?" A second man comes out of the kitchen. A very hairy looking bear, wearing a similar outfit, but with a Harley Davidson hat on. He appears to be in his 50s with a striking similarity to the young cub. He eyes us as well and licks his lips. "We'll have two Shirley Temples. Virgin. And what do you mean by many of us?" I ask. "Gays. At least so openly obvious gay." "I see. Well why hide that we love a good dicking down when so many men need a good available hole? Do you mind we're here in your establishment?" They two men look at each other before the one from the kitchen responds, "No we don't mind. A hole is a hole, the sluttier the better. I prefer bussy to pussy myself." He adjusts his growing cock and continues, "Most people around here are homophobic to fit it, but I know all the guys wouldn't mind fucking a nice ass like yours. They'd just pretend it's their daughter or daughter's friend they're fucking or some shit they claim to hate." The young cub fixes our drinks and hands us a couple of menus. He tells the bear that he's going to hit the head, but will take care of us when he gets back. Kier watches him make his way to the restroom and makes eye contact before he disappears. Kier kisses me fully on my mouth and grabs my hand and pulls me to the bathroom. We get in and the Cub is stroking his short but thick cock at the urinal. "Thinking of us?" Kier asks before we both drop to our knees and kiss his erect cock. "Oh fuck..." is all he can reply. We both work his cock and balls together. Both of us taking turns deepthroating him. Working in unison we worship his cock as his hands push our heads into his crotch. My nose rest in his pinup bush as the head of his cock tickles my throat. Kier is licking his balls and shoves a finger into his hole to tease his special spot. I feel his cock swell and slide him out of my throat so his cock head is the only thing in my mouth as he stops from our team work. He's moaning loudly with each spurt of seed. He pulls out of my mouth and jerks the last bit onto my face. Kier comes over and we snowball his seed as we make out. Kier licks his cum off of my face and swallows it. "I see you've made use of our little cum dumps." We all look over to the door to see Mike grinning at our show.

Exactly. I had a guy that fucked me in both my daughter’s beds and he did the same thing. Wiped his cock in their panties.

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Hey guys! Great Afternoon with my buddy Chase. This is one of those hot tops that fucks you so good and is able to breed you so many times that after he's spent, you want to tell THE WHOLE WORLD! Damn! 🙂 We met a few weeks ago but we've been getting together like a couple times a week since and I'm a happy boy for it! I mean, its hard for me to hold back how I feel when we're together cuz from the moment he mounts me and the way he just ever so perfectly enters me to his varied and talented thrusts that go from slow and deep to hard and fast. . . .he's a TRUE champ! Looking forward to seeing more of this guy for sure.

Jason and Jimmy were sprawled on the couch, the late afternoon sun casting lazy streaks across the room. Jason’s phone buzzed, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced at the screen, a smirk tugging at his lips as he read the message from Dan. “Looks like Dan’s interested,” Jason said, holding up the phone. Jimmy’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and challenge. “Your turn last time,” Jimmy said, leaning forward, his tone sharp but playful. “This one’s mine.” Jason raised an eyebrow, considering the proposition. Jimmy’s smirk deepened, and Jason relented, typing a quick reply. “Busy right now, but my roommate Jimmy thought you were hot. He might be interested if you are. He’s… not doing anything tonight.” Jimmy snatched the phone from Jason’s hand, reading the message with a grin. “Smooth,” he muttered, handing it back. Jason shrugged, standing up and stretching. He made a date for Dan to come over and do Jimmy in an hour. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” he said, grabbing his bag. “As if,” Jimmy replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Jason rolled his eyes and headed out, leaving Jimmy alone with his anticipation. By the time Dan arrived, Jimmy was already naked, lounging on the couch with his uncut cock hardening at the thought of what was to come. The doorbell chimed, and Jimmy took a moment to savor the power of the situation before calling out, “Come in.” Dan stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to Jimmy’s exposed body. He hesitated, but Jimmy’s confident smirk put him at ease—or perhaps it was the promise of what was to come. “Bedroom’s this way,” Jimmy said, rising slowly, his cock swaying with the movement. Dan followed, his breath quickening as the reality of the situation sank in. In the bedroom, Jimmy wasted no time. He pushed Dan against the wall, his hands roaming over Dan’s body, stripping him of his clothes with practiced efficiency. Dan’s cock was already hard, and Jimmy smirked, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “On your knees,” Jimmy commanded, his voice low and commanding. Dan obeyed, sinking to the floor as Jimmy stepped closer, his uncut cock hovering just above Dan’s lips. “Deep throat it,” Jimmy ordered, gripping the base of his shaft. Dan opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around the head and slowly taking more, his throat constricting as he swallowed Jimmy’s length. Jimmy groaned, thrusting gently at first, then harder, his hips snapping forward as Dan gagged softly, his eyes watering with the effort, staring upward at the large biohazard tat over Jimmy's heart. “Good boy,” Jimmy murmured, pulling out and stroking Dan’s hair. “But we’re not done yet.” Jimmy pushed Dan onto the bed, spreading his legs wide. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path down Dan’s chest, pausing to lick and suck at his nipples before continuing southward. Dan squirmed, his breath hitching as Jimmy’s mouth hovered over his cock, teasing but not touching. “Please,” Dan whispered, his voice desperate. Jimmy smirked, finally taking Dan’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the head. Dan moaned, his hands tangling in Jimmy’s hair as he thrust his hips upward, seeking more friction. Jimmy hummed, the vibration sending shivers through Dan’s body. But Jimmy wasn’t done. He pulled away, positioning himself between Dan’s legs. “Time for the main event,” he said, lining his cock up with Dan’s hole. He pressed forward slowly, savoring the resistance before pushing in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Dan gasped, his body tightening around Jimmy’s cock as he adjusted to the intrusion. “Fuck,” Dan breathed, his voice trembling. Jimmy began to thrust, his movements deliberate and relentless. He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, his uncut cock sliding deep into Dan’s ass. “You like that, don’t you?” Jimmy taunted, his voice rough with desire. “Like being filled up, used?” Dan could only nod, his mouth falling open as Jimmy’s thrusts grew harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the room. Jimmy reached down, gripping Dan’s cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. "On your stomach now," Jimmy said, pulling out of Dan's ass. “Suck it,” Jimmy commanded, pulling out abruptly. Dan didn’t hesitate, leaning forward to take Jimmy’s cock back into his mouth, his lips stretching around the head as Jimmy fucked his face. Jimmy groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him as he thrust in and out of his mouth. “Not done yet,” Jimmy growled, pushing Dan back onto the bed. He flipped Dan onto his stomach, spreading his legs wide and pressing back inside, his cock sliding effortlessly into Dan’s stretched hole. Jimmy’s thrusts were savage now, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pounded into Dan from behind. “Gonna cum,” Dan choked out, his voice strained. “Not yet,” Jimmy snapped, reaching around to grip Dan’s cock tightly. He stroked in time with his thrusts, his other hand slapping Dan’s ass as he fucked him relentlessly. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies—wet slaps, heavy breathing, and the occasional moan. Jimmy’s thrusts grew erratic, his cock twitching as he neared the edge. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Gonna plant my seed deep in your ass.” With a final, brutal thrust, Jimmy came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his load past Dan’s second ring. Dan cried out, his own orgasm crashing over him as Jimmy’s hand tightened around his cock, milking him dry. Jimmy collapsed onto the bed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pulled out, his softening cock slipping free of Dan’s hole. Dan lay still, his body trembling with the aftermath of pleasure. Jimmy rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “You poz?” he asked casually, his tone belying the intensity of the moment. Dan shook his head, his voice hoarse. “No.” Jimmy feigned surprise, his eyebrow arching. “Really? I’d’ve pegged you for a poz slut, the way you were begging for it.” Dan flushed, but he didn’t deny it. Jimmy smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Get dressed,” he said, his tone dismissive. “Time for you to go.” Dan nodded, climbing off the bed and pulling on his clothes. Jimmy watched him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. By the time Dan left, Jimmy was already lounging on the bed, his phone in hand, scrolling through messages as if nothing had happened. Jason returned later that evening, finding Jimmy in the living room, a smug expression on his face. “How was the baths?” Jimmy asked, his tone deceptively casual. “Relaxing,” Jason replied, raising an eyebrow. “You?” Jimmy grinned, leaning back on the couch. “Planted my seed in Dan’s ass,” he said, his voice low. “And THE seed in his mind.” Jason’s smiled. "Told him he took cock like a sexy poz slut," Jimmy’s smirk deepened, but he said nothing more, leaving the future open to interpretation. The room fell quiet, as the two of them considered their next moves.

I sat on the sofa and took the blonde’s dick down my throat as uncle positioned himself behind the young stud. As I gorged myself on the tan muscle boy cock my uncle began to move his giant dick-stained meat up and down the young stud’s crack and then slowly worked it into his spit lubed hole. My uncle pushed the jock’s head down while pulling his ass closer in and deeper down his shaft. As he did, I stood up, and the power-fuck began. As he squirmed in delight, with the man cock in his hole, the stud continued to suck my cock. This spit-roast continued unabated until sweaty hot, it was time for another shot of whiskey and poppers. I pulled from his mouth and stumbled into the kitchen to down some whiskey and snort more poppers. Now flying, returning I noticed the wrestler now sitting on the sofa. His lustful glance insisted that I was now to be the pig. I bent over and again began to suck that wrestler cock which was now dripping warm precum, my tongue lapping up every salty drip. As I did I felt against my hole the lubed shaft of raw meat. I slowly swallowed the blonde stud cock and allowed my hole to open wide. Though the initial pain caused me to gasp, I loosened to receive balls deep that monster man cock I had lusted for. My stud uncle grabbed my hips and began to work my hole, first slowly, rocking side to side and back and forth, and then furiously. He knew exactly how to pile drive without letting you cum. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass rang in my ears. First clearly, then after my hole loosened up, the sound of a sloppy fuck. Needing to recharge, as my uncle pulled out of my hole, the blonde stud pulled out of my throat and they exited for the kitchen, whiskey and poppers.

(continued) The next thing I knew, right in front of me he leaned forward and stuffed his tongue in my uncle’s mouth and grabbed his crotch. My uncle returned the kiss and then it was too much to resist. I leaned forward to begin a threesome. Now, after the drinks at the reception and shots of whiskey, with a raging hardon, I reached over and began to tweak my uncle’s nipples. He reached over and swiftly popped the top button on my jeans. The only one with a shirt on, I quickly stood and removed my shirt. As I did this my uncle stood and pressed himself into the blonde. I couldn’t resist, I dropped to my knees, pulled the blondes boxers down and began to service him. The sweet salty taste of his precum coated my tongue. While gorging myself on the young wrestler’s thick 8.5” thick cock, with my right hand I unbuttoned the jeans of my uncle and as his jeans fell to the floor he stepped out of them revealing his massive 9” man cock. That meat, which had ravaged countless holes in the dungeon, was now staring me down. It was mine for the taking. Pivoting my head, I let the young stud’s cock slip from my mouth and opened wide to swallow the main course. While stroking the wrestler tool with my left hand, with my right I massaged my uncle’s well-worn cock in and out of my mouth making sure my tongue swirled around as much of the shaft as my mouth could take. While they kissed I continued to switch back and forth between the two tree trunks. Needing a breath, I stood and reached for the whiskey, this time straight from the bottle. I took a slug and passed it to the young jock and then my uncle. Going commando that night, I stood and stripped from my pants. As I began to lick my uncle’s rockhard chest, biting his nipples, the wrestler placed the whiskey bottle on the kitchen table, turned for the front room, and quickly returned with a bottle of poppers.

This story is a continuation to the original “Selling my Status” which had been start by a former. The member closed their account so the remains unfinished and in limbo. I have resurrected the story below but as a nod to the original story and discussion here is the link … Originally - “Selling my StaruS” I know how it sounds, but trust me, I don't want to work for the rest of my life. I unfortunately had some some wild, luxurious nights in my 20s that have sunken me in credit card debt that'll be paying forever in me 30s unless I get it under control now. I just think this is the easier way out. I watched a documentary once and that is how I got the idea initially; I figured, if girls can sell their hymens, why can't men sell their status? I thought it was fascinating that it has become it's own fetish in an of itself, but admittingly I was not that into it personally. I'm already planning on spending my life on PrEP anyway, so in reality, nothing really changes. I get a payday, he gets a fantasy fulfilled, and get to knock out a chunk of debt. win/win/win. I had found a website to post my ad on, and after spending some time enjoying some stories, I got up enough courage to post a message below: "32 yr old, vers/bottom looking to sell my status. Currently neg on PrEP, but for the right price I'd be willing to flush what I have left, and meet up a week later. Only serious inquires please" It had only took a few hours before I had a few messages, but mostly low balls or jokesters. Then one subject line in particular caught my eye.... "Re: Selling my Status - Bidding 50k Hey boy, I'd be interested in buying. I'll have 50k up front in a week, but I want to meet up tonight to meet in person. Let me know if you agree, this offer expires in an hour. Also, bring your PrEP." I got giddy with excitement! That would at least pay at least 3 credit cards out, and was double the price I was ever expecting. I replied back and agreed to meet up tonight, will order a Lyft in an hour. He replied back with his address, and I jumped in the shower. This was going better than ever expected! After the shower I plugged the address into the app, he had lived an hour away, and the ride was a bit pricey. But the chance at getting 50k was too good to pass up, and even though he lived in the country side, his house was huge, on a big secluded piece of property. The driver dropped me off at the front door, and I gathered up the courage to knock after thinking about how crazy this was. I had figured if things go south, then at least I'm still on PrEP. He opened the door, I just realized I hadn't even asked him for a picture before coming over. I was surprised at how good he looked. He was a bit older than me, just a few grey hairs showing on his head and beard. He had his shirt off, and jogging pants with sneakers. "Hi, I'm Matt, nice to meet you." He reached in for a hug and I obliged, and slowly roamed his hands down to my butt before giving it a big squeeze. I blushed as he let go, and asked me to follow him to the living room to discuss terms. I followed him in and was shocked to find his coffee table was full of what looked like drugs and paraphernalia. I had only mostly only drank, and smoked a small bit of weed in college, so I immediately felt out of my element. Matt sensed my worry, and patted a hand on the couch near him. "We don't have to do anything tonight, I just have it outbecause that is what I do - sell them. How do you think I'd be able to afford this?" He smiled and laughed as I sat down. "So you mentioned you had a few things to chat about?" He reached for a blunt as I relaxed into the couch. "Do you mind?" he asked as he lit the end without waiting for my answer. "Not at all." He took a hit and passed it over to me, and I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be rude to the man whose about to pay my way out of debt. I passed it back as the body high hit. He took another hit before passing it back. "Hey, relax, I can sense your still tense yet." I started an inhale as he got up, and returned back to the couch with 2 Gatorades. He handed one to me and I again took it, not wanting to be rude. I took a couple sips from it as he started to go over his terms. "So just three things, really. Number 1, I can tell you're not into this as I am, but I still want you to have a fun time. I'm going to get you a bit high tonight, it'll help take the edge off, and you will actually enjoy some fun tonight. Will be a little introduction to the next weekend." That sounded reasonable, as I nodded to him. I started to feel a little woozy, but luckily was still seated. I tried to keep my attention focused on him. He patted his hand again near him, like I was some kind of dog. It was demeaning, but again,didn't want to be rude. As I slid over, I stumbled and fell, landing my head in his lap. He laughed, and motioned for my to roll over, so my face was towards his body. "Have you ever done Tina before?" I didn't want to sound like a loser, but I didn't even know what it was. "I haven't yet, but am down for whatever. You're really helping me out with this." He reached over to the coffee table, grabbed a pre-loaded pipe and reached under my legs with his other hands, pulling my up so I'm sitting in his lap. I can feel how big he was, andlet out a tiny "oh." "Don't worry, like I said we won't have to do anything tonight. Let me show you how this works. When it's time, inhale, okay?" He took the pipe, and lit it with a torch underneath, as white smoke filled the chamber. He inhaled, and then leaned in for a kiss. As our lips met, I inhaled as he passed the smoke into my lungs. He pulled back. "hold it, boy." a more stern command than he had been before, but I did as instructed, until he had me release. The rush felt amazing, but the horniness is what drove me mad. I stared into his eyes, as he looked down and bit his lips. Apparently, I had slipped my hand down my waistband to stroke myself. "Good boy." He placed the pipe in my mouth and told me to hold the stem. I did as he instructed. "I'm going to light this, but don't inhale until I tell you. After, don't exhale until I tell you." He lit the torch, and once the clouds filled completely, I instantly sucked in a huge hit on his command. He motioned for me to sit up on the couch, and I did as instructed. "exhale boy, then strip and lay on your belly, head over the armrest." It was like a lightbulb for my inhibition left my brain, and just started instinctively following his orders. Within 30 seconds I had been naked on this man's couch, head leaning over anticipating the next instruction. anticipating the next hit. He stripped out of his pants, revealing a huge biohazard symbol just above his cock. He walked over to the couch so his cock was directly in front of my mouth. "Suck it, boy." Without hesitation, I immediately took him in my mouth, feeling more and more turned on as I kept thinking about his tattoo. "Number 2, we're going to make a video soon, with you flushing your pills down the toilet. Then you're going to look into the camera, and explain why you did it. This video will only be for me to hold as evidence, incase you regret this later. Agreed?" He started thrusting in and out, and I could only muster a mumbled "yes" as he increased speed. He grabbed my hair to pull my head up, as he stuffed a bottle under my nose. "inhale, and don't stop." I took 4 big hits before he pulled the bottle away. I was flying in pig heaven, my throat being annihilated, getting hornier and hornier thinking about a poz load being shot down my throat. Then out of now where, he pulled out and stopped. "Get your pills." I rolled off the couch, and grabbed them. "Smile for the camera, hold the bottle out to show what it is, then down the hallway to the bathroom. I'm going to follow you, watch you flush, then get on your knees and start confessing. Make it sounds good if you really want this." I should have probably stopped here, but my inhibitions were gone, and I wanted this. I wanted his poz load. No wait?! I wanted his money. What was I thinking? The camera turned on, and I switched into my new role, as if I was acting. I smiled, showed him my bottle, gave it a shake - I just got this 3 month's supply, only 3 pills were missing. I turned and walked down the hall, into the bathroom. I opened the lid of the toilet, and without hesitation, poured the entire bottle into the toilet. I lingered over the plunger for a second, but the damage was already down. I pressed it down, and watched my neg status was down the toilet. He motioned my down from behind the camera, and I reacted. I dropped to my knees, one hand toying with my soft cock. I looked up at the camera, and began. "I just flushed my Truvada pills down the toilet. I am currently neg on them now, but in a week I won't be. I'm doing this so Matt can Poz me, change my status forever. Convert me." Matt finally spoke. "Good boy. Now open wide, when I aim it at your mouth, you swallow, otherwise I want you drenched it in." I had only been confused for a seconds before he started pissing in me as I knelt on the bathroom floor. I had started rubbing my cock harder as he covered me in it, before it hit my open mouth. I've never done this before, but was proud to find myself swallowing the last spurts of it down my throat. As he finished pissing, he turned off the video and set it down. "Good boy. Now last thing, Number 3. Give me your wallet, I'm keeping your credit and debit cards so you can't purchase any more. I'm also keeping a copy of your license, just incase. I want a confirmed conversion, so don't think about trying to get any more pills This will go on for as long as it takes, but if you don't cheat, I'll have it done in one. Now get dressed and get the fuck out, see you in a week." He opened the door, and threw me out naked. I had just got the last piece of clothing on before a new driver had appeared to take me home. I had been so horny though, I asked the driver for a redirect to the nearest glory hole. I was too horny tonight to not swallow a load or two.

I was lucky to learn everything about sex from my dad. I was the first guy he'd ever been with and he was my first ever sexual experience so we basically learned together.

It is such a pleasure to give yourself to a man who knows how to enjoy you. A top who hands you the pipe, torches it for and guides you when to breathe, how long to hold it and release, makes the comfort of smoking more relaxing. He hands you a drink, you know he knows what’s best for you. And he knows that you won’t really have enjoyed being with him until he has kissed you deeply and deposited his semen deep in your body. You know you’ve pleased him when he brings his friends to you to do the same.

Anonymous motel sex really turns me on. The fact that I am fucking random strangers is not quite enough for me though. I also like to be blindfolded so that I can not see my partner. Periodically I like to get a motel room for the night and try to get my fill for the night. One afternoon in February I got a motel room on the main drag of the city. I checked in around 4pm and proceed to get set up. I posted an ad on Craigslist: Anonymous bottom in Motel Room Tuesday Clean, discreet, white male total bottom bear blindfolded in the room waiting for cocks to cum fill my mouth and ass. No cock refused. With the advertisement posted I began to prepare myself for the evening ahead of me. I took a shower and prepared my colon for the guests about to fill it. I put on a tank top and a jock strap and sat at the computer. I prepared the room by placing a handful of condoms and lube packets on the table next to the bed. While I like taking cock raw, some guys want condoms so I provide them. To get me in the mood I began watching some porn. I prefer the gay sissy porn hypno and shemale videos. Then I began checking my email for responses to my ad. The first few were the typical “hey whats up”, and “got any pics”. This is what frustrates me about craigslist. Then I saw one from a guy named David. The reply read “Latino bear type married ddf with 6"uncut” with a picture of his cock. So replied with the name and address of the motel. When he arrived he messaged and I sent him the room number. I propped the door so it was closed but not locked and prepared myself by sitting on my knees at the end of the bed facing the door and used a blue scarf as a blindfold and tied it behind my head. I took a hit of poppers in anticipation. The blindfold was thin enough so I could barely see Joes outline as he closed the door and came in. He walked up to me and I could hear his pants sliding down his legs to the ground. I felt the head of his cock against my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock in. I bobbed up and down his shaft licking and slurping for a few minutes and he pulled out of my mouth. “On the bed” he commanded. I obeyed, reaching blindly for the edge of the bed.I climbed up on the bed on all fours. Joe grabbed my waist and pulled it towards him. He pressed his cock against my fresh and tight hole. As he grabbed a pack of lube and rubbed it on and in my hole I took another deep hit of poppers. He then pressed his cock into my ass. Being it was the first cock of the evening and he pushed it in quickly it hurt a little but the pain eased as he began pumping. I moaned as he fucked my ass. After a few minutes he pulled me towards him driving his 6”cock as deep as it could go and he moaned as his cum flowed into my colon. He then pulled up his pants and left. I collapsed on the bed laying there basking in the feel of a freshly fucked ass. After a few minutes I got up and checked my email again. I started lining a few guys up for the evening. I set up the scene for the rest of the evening just as I had done the first. The next guy came in and put on a condom and had me get on the bed. He added some more lube and pressed his cock in and began pumping for about five minutes and he began moaning. He pulled out and pulled off the condom and pressed his cock in my mouth just in time for his load to fill my mouth. The third guy had me suck him for about 2 minutes then he came in my mouth. The fourth had about a 7 inch cock which he fucked my mouth and throat with. Just as he was about to cum he came up behind my and came on my ass and back. The fifth guy came in and when he saw me he said “oh yeah” as he was dropping his pants. He grabbed the back of my head and guided my mouth to his enormous cock. The head seemed average size but as he pushed it further in my mouth it got wider and wider until he hit the back of my throat and my mouth was stretched open as far as my jaws would allow. “You like this big cock huh?” he said. He must have been nearly three inches wide! He then pulled his cock out and had me get up on the bed as he put on a condom. “Fuck” he said as I heard a condom break. He grabbed another and got it situated. He then opened one then two packets of lube and lubed my asshole with his fat fingers. I took a hit of poppers. He pressed against my hole with the head of his cock. It slid in smooth at first then he began pressing it further. The further he pressed the wider it stretched my hole. I cried out. “Take it, bitch”, he said as he pushed it deeper. He pulled back and paused as I took another hit of poppers. Then he began furiously pumping his massive cock into my ass. He pumped at an incredible pace slamming his cock deep into my colon filling it to capacity. Each time he bottomed out in my ass I could feel my colon stretching. I continued to scream into the pillow I had pushed my face into. I screamed each time he drove his thick long cock into my ass. Every thrust was painful but I continued to take it. “That’s right, keep taking it” he said as he continued to punish my ass. “Fuck, “Fuck yeah” he said as he fucked me. After was seemed like an eternity he exclaimed “fuck” as he came. He pulled out of me and pulled off his condom and poured it out on my ass. “There you go bitch”. He said and dressed and left. I layed there, light headed my ass aching not knowing what just happened for several minutes. After I regained my strength I got up and cleaned myself up. I contemplated calling it a night after that brutal fuck. But it was only 8pm. So I continued to watch porn and recuperate from the pounding. After about 20 minutes I got an email from Lucas. He sent a picture of his 7” cock. I immediately forgot about the pain from the last fuck and got very horny. Lucas came in and I sucked his cock for about 5 minutes in which time his cock became rock hard and I realized his cock was at least 7 inches if not 8 and thicker than average. He then he bent me over the edge of the bed. My legs spread with my feet on the floor and my ass in the air. He squeezed some lube on my ass and used his cock head to spread it on my crack and asshole. He pushed his cock in slow and not too deep at first. He continued to pump slowly as he pressed deeper and deeper into my cavity. Pretty soon he bottomed out in my colon and began to pump increasingly faster. I moaned and stuffed my face into the pillow once again. He positioned himself so as he drove into me he hit my prostate over and over pumping hard and deep. As he pummeled my prostate I could feel cum squirting down my cock and drip out my head. He brutally massaged my prostate for several minutes all the while milking my cum into a pool on the bed below me. Soon it was his turn, he slammed his hips against mine driving his long cock deep into my ass. I squeezed my anus around his cock as I could feel his cock pulsate emptying a load of cum deep in my ass. Soon he pulled out and I could feel cum dripping from my ass down my leg. He got dressed and left. I again collapse on the bed moaning, my ass spontaneously bucking from the fucking I just endured. After I rested lay in bed I fell asleep with my ass aching thinking of all the cum from the many anonymous donors that filled my colon. -69Nowhere69

Two or three times a week, I skip lunch head to my favourite backroom and hope to get two or three loads pumped down my throat. Today was a feast. I got to the glory hole hoping to swallow two or three loads to get me in the mood for my normal Friday night, which is hit the city at 11 pm, head to the backroom, and try to get fucked and bred at least four times. I could not believe today. Sometimes you can wait in the cubicle for 10-15 minutes waiting for a cock to suck off. Not today, I got the lot, one after the other, mucky balls from tradies, little cocks big cocks and load after load. After I sucked the 8th guy off I went to the toilet, I had cum and saliva all caked in my short beard. I was sooo proud. Washed my face, felt super horny, and headed home - ready to douche now and head back to the city for as many as I can get pumped up my mancunt.

Not at all. Sorry if it came across as scolding. And I meant to say "old stories." He wrote this a long time ago (10 years). But this author hasn't been on this site for a long time, so it won't get added to. You can tell when someone last logged in by looking at their profile. Don't get me wrong, it's one of my ALL TIME favorites, even more than some of my own stories. He wrote some really really good stories.

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.

Yup. A late 30s guy told me he wasn't into anyone over 40 and I laughed, shook my head, and walked away. He was about to be unfuckable based on his own rules and didn't see the irony of his present self filtering out his near-future self. I've had amazing sex with older guys like a 74 year old muscular daddy who knew what the fuck he was doing. I've also had incredible intense experiences with college-aged men and lots of guys seem to have a "no under 30" rule too. The older daddy and some of those college men were pretty incredible and I can't imagine having missed out on them fucking me because I had arbitrary age limits for adult men. Hot is hot regardless of age, build, race, ...blah, blah, blah, etc.

Generally a bit of salty and sour. Have had tasted sweet salty too. Worst are the ones who smoke cigarettes and/or weed and use drugs. Their pre cum taste is what will give you an idea about what is coming next. If I feel precum taste was awful then I will pull away from the cock when cumming. I am a slut but with personal standards 😆

My step brother's best friend and hockey teammate. While my stepbrother's cock was the first one that I had actually seen hard and sucked on his friend was the first who breached my ass. He did it with my stepbrother's blessing. At 19 years he was 6ft 3in tall hairy and athletic build. I vividly remember his full man bush and a 7.5in cut cock with a huge head. He was on a mission to consummate me but he was very gentle. He actually made love to my body. He is now married to a woman with kids in mid 40s. I meet him whenever I am at my stepbrother's house in Ottawa. He has asked me so many times to get under him but I have always said no just out of respect for his wife who is also a good friend and I don't want to let her down. While the past was great the present is not something I want to ruin. FYI....both his sons are reaching the age of voting rights (in canada consent age is 16 years with conditons) who knows but the future is bright for their uncle 😆

*********** Finale ********* The room is dark, the windows covered by additional black out curtains. It already smells of gay sex. Testosterone, cum, arse and sweat. I had arrived a couple of hours earlier and was greeted by five other guys. Three of whom who had fucked, bred and pozzed me two months earlier. The other two had been present at my conversion but hadn't fucked me. None of us were wearing the masks that we would wear when our victim was due to arrive an hour later. We were all naked and horny. I was incredibly turned on especially, as I had been told I had first dabs at fucking the young neg who was due to attend. Since my diagnosis I had become a rabid breeder. Previously I had mainly been a bottom but, lately I had become obsessed with wanting to impregnate as many men as possible. I had attended a few saunas in London and fucked a couple of dozen men through glory holes and in dark rooms. All had been bareback but I hadn't known their status and most would, I guess, have been on prep or already be poz. But, the guy attending tonight was like me. A neg guy who was desperate to be bred and infected. This was a huge turn on, knowing it was my seed that would change his life forever. However, I had unfinished business before he arrived. I wanted to get the seed of the two guys inside me who hadn't bred me yet. The need to get poz cum from as many different men as possible had not diminished. Both were ready and very willing. Both were thin and gaunt and ready to fuck. One had a shaved head and looked sick. The other dark and bearded. I made my desire known to both and they joined me on the king size bed. I greedily took hold of the bearded guys cock and placed it in my mouth as he lay down on the bed beside me. He was very hairy and his cock, which was around 8" protruded through his thick bush. He had huge balls, full of toxic seed. The bald guy lay down behind me, kissing me on the neck. I felt his hands on my arse cheeks, pulling them apart. He then began rimming my hole with a finger before sliding it inside me. I was in heaven. The cock in my mouth began to drip copious amounts of precum almost immediately. It tasted wonderful, salty and very creamy. I buried my face in his bush, his cock deep in my throat. The bald guy removed his finger from my hole and I felt him manoeuvre the head of his cock into position. Suddenly he rammed it inside me. The pain was intense as my sphincter surrendered to his immense girth. It was definitely the thickest cock I had ever accommodated. It felt like he was tearing me apart. Once fully inside he held it in position allowing the soft walls of my hole to become used to his width. As I began to relax it began to feel fantastic. Then slowly he began to move inside me. Fucking me very slowly. At the same time the guy in my mouth began face fucking me. I was now totally at their mercy. There to be used for their pleasure. The bald guy picked up the pace and started a nice rhythm, pumping me long and hard. The guy in my mouth suddenly grunted and my mouth was filled with hot, lumpy, thick creamy sperm. I had to restrain myself not to cum at this point. I wanted to retain all my seed for the fuck later. The bald guy who had now been riding me for ten minutes began to buck and grunt as his cocked pumping copious amounts of his superior toxic HIV infected sperm deep into my body. I swear I felt the jet of cum hit the soft yielding flesh of my guts. The other three guys had been watching had to hold off from spilling their own seed although they all looked pretty close. The two men who had just had sex with me then swapped places. I could now see how big the bald guys cock was and it was BIG! At least as wide as a beer can and 9 or 10 inches long with a perfectly formed domed head. It was coated in his cum and streak of my blood. I immediately took it in my mouth and began cleaning him. It tasted wonderful and was still leaking sperm. The bearded guy, who I had just sucked off now had his mouth on my hole sucking and slurping the cum from my arse. I later discovered that these two were actually a married couple and always played together. The bald one had pozzed the bearded one on their wedding night. After a few more minutes we began to relax a little and rested. I had just finished a glass of water when I heard a faint knock on the door. We all looked at each other. The young victim had actually turned up. Apparently only one in about ten do and then some still back out, so there was still time. It was time to mask up and I saw the bald guy gesture for me to go and greet the visitor. I opened the interior door of the suite and closed it behind me. The guy who stood before me was black, only in his late teens and maybe 18 or 19. As instructed he was naked. He was visibly shaking and had fear in his eyes. His body was beautiful. He had a well defined muscular body with clear brown skin. His face was soft, although masculine and very handsome. My cock was rock hard now, knowing that soon he would be mine and carry my DNA in him for the rest of his life. He handed me his completed contract. I said " Are you sure you want this " and he said, in a soft but clear voice that he did. I opened the interior door and we entered the room. His mouth opened when he saw the men waiting for him and for a second I actually thought he would bolt for the door. I reach toward him and cradled his balls in my right hand and felt his beautiful round arse with my other. He felt so good. His balls were of a good size and as I cradled them his cock began to grow. His buttocks were firm and I pulled him toward me. He was now fully erect and he had a beautiful cock. Although only of a normal girth, he was at least 9" long. I began to lead him to the bed, where his life would be changed forever. As they had done with me, two of the men restrained his arms and two his legs at the ankles. I got onto the bed behind him and between his legs. I put my hands on his buttocks and pulled them apart. His hole looked tight and I thought I heard him whimper as I manoeuvred in behind, ready to mount him. I pushed the middle finger of my right hand inside him and he squirmed. One of the men holding his arms produced a bottle of poppers and presented them to his nose, closing one nostril then the other as he greedily filled his lungs with the fumes. He sighed as the vapour took effect and I took this as a signal and slid my cock past his sphincter and as deep as I could inside him. He screamed into the pillow beneath his head as I began to thrust myself into him. His intense pain was my intense pleasure. The sensations on my cock were better than I'd ever felt and the knowledge that he was completely at my mercy and I was about to impregnate him soon sent me to the edge. I had only been fucking him for four or five minutes but couldn't hold off any longer, the pressure in my loins was just too great. The release was sudden and violent as my cock exploded inside him. My orgasm more powerful and longer than I'd ever experienced before as I flooded him with my seed. As It subsided I collapsed on his back completely spent. Very faintly I heard him whisper "Thankyou" As I rested and watched the others take turns at ruining him, rough fucking him until his hole wss destroyed I wondered if he to, would join us in helping to convert other neg guys. Now I had knowingly knocked up someone I knew my main purpose in life was to breed as many neg guys as possible. ********* The End *********

“Accuse your enemy of what you are doing, as you are doing it to create confusion." -Karl Marx

I think we still have a strong community - albeit sometimes not in-the-flesh. There are some guys on here I feel I actually "know", from their posts, replies, all of that. The advent of universal online "communities" is, as I see it, a boon, not a boondoggle. Gay Marriage may have fractured the original sense of "community" a bit, but it didn't turn out to be a serious fracture. We - as a community - are merely widening our spheres of consciousness - and that's a good thing. There's room for every guy in our corner of the World - even if some of them never did learn good manners. There are plenty of obnoxious straight bores too.

For a second, I had to check whether I was in the Politics Sub. 🤣 Here's my observations. I'm an early Gen X'er. That says most of what you need to know about me, except that I'm libertarian/moderate-conservative. I'm tolerant, open and honest knowing that my stances will likely get a few downvotes for my stating my positions simply because they disagree, and that's becoming more the norm than practicing any sort of tolerance whatsoever for differing perspectives. I'm growing tired of the constant arguments of "I stepped on Lego in bare feet, it's Trump's fault", or blaming things on one person rather than offering up other options. While I pity them for not having the ability to reason things out for themselves and suggest productive alternatives, a lot of people are just "fatigued" from it all. Where I'll differ and need to quote @PozBearWI is the following: He's right. As a community, we are loosely cobbled together with a bunch of disparate groups who innately dislike each other. Gays aren't happy with straight views, lesbians are vehemently unhappy with anyone who isn't lesbian, the rest of the rainbow alphabet dislikes bisexuals, trans folks don't generally get much love from any of the other constituencies, the list goes on. Even here, what's there in the LGBTQIAP2S+++ (I'm sure I'm leaving yet another constituency out, ergo the +++) to make anyone think that this community is like-minded? Hell, I'd give my left nut to chuck the notion of politically correct speech and be able to speak what's on my mind respectfully without being gaslit or known as a pariah. We'd all do well to be tolerant of the reality that everyone's perspective is different. Let's agree to disagree, but at least be civil about it.

(Continued) One day at work the stud blonde invited me and a few servers at the restaurant to a wedding reception after work that night. We closed up and then followed him in his pickup to the hall where the reception was in full swing. Walking in we were surrounded by a host of young men and women drinking and flirting. Across the room I spotted this 5’ 9” 160 lb buff blonde young stud talking in a group. The cook from work walked over and started talking with the stud and the others in the group. I excused myself from my group and then began to mingle with others while I kept one eye on the new stud. As the party broke up we all headed out to our cars and as I made my way I noticed the cook saying goodbye to the hot stud and then getting into his pickup. I noticed the new jock getting into a black Mustang. As we pulled out of the parking lot the Mustang turned at the stop light and began to proceed in the same direction that I was heading. I followed at a distance and was surprised to find that he was heading towards the area of town where I lived. He turned right off the arterial and began to head down a street very familiar to me. Not wanting to be noticed I continued on my path for a few more blocks. I turned right and began to head towards my house. Passing my uncle’s house, I was shocked to see what appeared to be the same Mustang now in his driveway. I parked my car on the street and quietly made my way up the sidewalk and onto the front porch of the house. Peering in the window, unknown to them, I saw my uncle sitting cross-legged on the floor knee to knee with the blonde young stud. The young jock was in only his boxers, his smooth muscled body glimmering in the light. My uncle, wearing only his jeans, was facing him. His chiseled, developed tanned body was a perfect contrast to that of the up and coming stud. I covertly watched in awe and as I did, I quickly became hard and felt like I was beginning to ooze pre-cum. Taking control of the situation, I moved to the door and rang the bell. Unaware of who was at the door at that time of night, my uncle answered the door in only his jeans. The surprise on his face when he opened the door was palpable. There he was, no shirt, no shoes, only his jeans. He invited me in and as I stepped through the door the smirk on the blonde stud’s face began to grow wide. He, like the cook, was a hormone oozing sex. I followed my uncle into the kitchen and we quickly sat at the table. He offered me a shot of whiskey, which I gladly accepting. I needed to dull my inhibitions. I had a shot and then he had a shot. I quickly asked for another. As I glanced towards the front room, there standing in the breach was the blonde, no shirt or shoes, only the wrestler body in his boxers. What had been teased sitting on the floor was now a full on reality. My uncle motioned for him to enter the kitchen, inviting him in for a shot of whiskey. Rubbing his crotch he grabbed the shot glass and quickly downed the drink.

I awoke the next morning, feeling as though my rest hadn't done much to solve my tiredness. My throat was still dry, and I crawled out of bed and hit the kitchen to gulp down some water--hydration before a run was important. The cold water felt wonderful going down, and I trudged back to the bed room and slipped into a light-fit shirt and shorts and pulled on my running shoes. I headed down the road to my local trailhead, and decided to take one of the easier paths--I really wanted to run. I was about 20 minutes into my run and I just didn't seem to have the energy I normally do. I had definitely worked up a sweat, despite my short exertion on the trails, but it felt good to be outside in the warm air. I decided if I didn't have the energy to run, I'd at least explore a trail. I found myself heading up the same trail on which I had met G a week past. I struggled a bit to get up some of the initial steep inclines, almost pushing myself up off each rock. It took me about 45 minutes to reach that fallen tree where I had been caught so off-guard, but there I was again sitting on it. Catching my breath, I looked around and again took in the scenery. A hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped straight off the log. I heard a laugh from behind and knew instantly that Gerry had once again managed to sneak up on me. I turned and there he was, in that same red tank top he'd had on before and a pair of basketball shorts, with a small backpack slung over his right shoulder. "Well hey there, Reid, haven't seen you the last couple days! Good to see you back up in the hills." "Yeah," I responded, "been a crazy, busy week. New job and all." "Oh yeah? Last we talked all I knew is you had just gone through a breakup and were out exploring the world again," he said with a smirk. "Guess you really are going through a period of new beginnings and all!" "Yeah, I suppose." "You seem a little off today," he said, with just a hint of concern on his face. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm just a little worn out already. Wanted to really get in a good run and all, but I'm just not feeling it today, which is unusual for me." "Oh really? Well maybe some company will help perk you up?" Oh, it would, and it did. As if on-cue, I felt my cock twitch. In all the ass-fucking frenzy of the previous night I hadn't gotten off. My ass may have still been a bit sore, but my cock was all ready to take the lead. And by the lead, I mean straight into more trouble of the sexual kind. But hey, I'm gullible, and I figured maybe this time I could keep my composure and let a hike be a hike. "Sure, maybe the motivation will get me going." "Great! Let's head up the trail again, it's my favorite of course!" And with that, we were off again. G had taken note of how I didn't seem to be at a full-energy level, so he didn't press the pace. We headed up the trail, occasionally chatting about my new job. Being tech support, it's hard to converse about what I do with people not technically-inclined, but he seemed to grasp most of what I told him when I did occasionally get into some detail. He really seemed fascinated by the fact I was able to do as much as I did from the comfort of my home, though as I pointed out most tech problems usually end up being the user or the software. I hadn't yet encountered a situation where hardware had been at fault. "Here, want to take a rest?" he suddenly asked. I looked around and realized we had reached that spot where last time we had explored each other. Or, well, G had explored me. "Yeah," I responded. "I didn't realize we had gotten this far up already." "I figured if we talked a bit, it would take your mind off the climb. Seems I was right," he observed. And he was. I hadn't really been focusing on my lack of energy, which seemed to be a little higher now that we had been moving around. We sat on that same large fallen tree that just days ago I had been bent over. G pulled a pair of water bottles out of his backpack and handed one to me. We both drank pretty greedily--it was fairly warm after all. With just an inch or so of water left in his, he lifted the bottle over his head and poured it over himself. He shook his head back and forth, spraying the water in all directions including on me. "Ha! Sorry bud, got you a little wet there," he laughed. "All good," I said with a little laugh of my own. The silliness of it brought a little levity to my atypically down mood. His hand landed on the back of my neck as he brushed some of the splashes off. My cock twitched feeling the warmth of his hand hit my skin. He noticed. "Oh, didn't realize brushing water off would affect THAT!" I blushed and turned my head to the left to face him, and realized his face had already moved in close. I was powerless to respond as his lips made contact with mine, separating them and his tongue pushing deep into my mouth. His hand moved up from my neck to the back of my head and pulled me face further against his and his tongue sank back almost to my tonsils. His tongue explored my mouth for a couple minutes as his other hand moved to grip my now rock-hard cock through my shorts. He gave my member a few squeezes, before reaching down my thigh, finding the opening in my shorts where my left leg exited, and reaching up in to caress my balls. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little, but locked his eyes on mine. "I've been hoping to see you again. I had such an amazing time with you last we met, I've been hoping we could do it again." I didn't know how to respond, and as his hand in my shorts slowly moved from my balls down betwen my legs, I simply closed my eyes, moaned, and spread my legs giving his fingers access to probe my hole. I felt one of them begin to just penetrate my opening, and suddenly felt something begin oozing out. G noticed it too, and pulled his hand back slowly, and his hand emerged from my shorts with a glob of cum on the inside of his fingertip. "Oh my, what have we here?" "Oh, um, sorry," I said weakly, "I fooled around a little last night." Shit, I felt like such a fool not having anticipating this, or at the very least cleaning myself up a bit more after last night's plowing. I knew I had just blown the moment. "So what you're saying is, you came prepared?" Whoa, hadn't....... thought of it that way? G stuck his finger in his mouth briefly and sucked the cum off it, then stood up in front of me. He reached forward and with his hands clamped in my armpits, pulled me up off the log to stand squarely before him. For just a moment neither of us moved, our eyes were locked and nothing was said. His hands drifted down to my shorts and with a quick tug they dropped to the ground once my cock had sprung free. It bounced up and hit my pelvis, a strand of precum swinging up and sticking to my stomach. His hands next moved upward, slipping under my shirt and pulling it upward. My arms swung up and my shirt was up and over my head and on the ground in one swoop. I stepped gently out of my shorts, naked in front of G except for my shoes. His eyes remained locked on my as he slowly pulled his tank top up and over his head. His massive chest was fairly furry as he exposed it to me for the first time, and I noticed he had some tattoos, though it was hard to make them out fully beneath his fur and his dark, tanned skin. I was about to ask him about it when my eyes followed his hands down to his shorts, and the cock pointing out from within them. He knew I was watching and slowly pulled the front of his shorts out and freed his 8-inch, thick monster. As his shorts dropped to the ground, his own strand of precum dangled from the droop of foreskin hanging from the front. He gripped his cock with his right hand, and slowly pulled the foreskin back, exposing the pink mushroom it covered. My eyes never left it. He broke my trance by reaching down and picking up his shorts. He took them in hand, along with his tank top, and then reached down to collect my shirt and shorts. He laid them out on the trunk as if creating a bed. He turned to me and held out his hand--I took it. He guided me over and then sat me in the middle of the blanket of clothing. He pulled up on my left leg while pressing down on my chest and I realized he wanted me to lay back on the log; I did exactly as he wished.

I'm VERY into it as long as it's affectionate and fun, and not abusive. Dads should show their sons the ropes. And I know how much I lusted after mine from quite an early age. He was hot as fuck.

I love watching and reading about it. So wished I could have had that connection with mine.

This actually happened, It was almost closing time at the dance spot I like to go to. A handsome guy about 5' 10" - 6', dark haired, green eyes and a pretty nice build he commented on how good a dancer he and his wife thought I was , she reached around him and said her name was sue and her husbands was mark. I got the vibe right away this wasn't my first time getting approached for a 3-way, a lot of woman think my moves translate well into the bedroom, they're right. I'm a really good fuck (that's what I've been told) apparently they'd done 3-ways before but always with another girl. this was something that sue wanted to try, she'd only ever been fucked by her husband, she was about 5'6" small but very bulbous breast like two heavy Grapefruits dirty blond beautiful blue eyes everything about her said "innocent" but truly she was running the show he did whatever she wanted him to do that included asking me to come over for a little party at their house. he was good looking she was smoking hot, of coarse I said yes! we get to their house not a lot of small talk, she is really horny now. I don't know what happened in there car on the way over but she was very grabby, she tells him to "take off your clothes" so I go to take mine off too. I get my shirt off take off my pants before I take my boxers off she's right there at my feet , she tells him to "come here" so they're both kneeling at my feet , I'm thinking this is different I'm not use to a guy being so "face close" to my dick , I'm getting harder by the second. she grabs my cock through my boxers and her eyes get big , she tells him to grab my cock he does , she says "Oh my god look how big it is both our hands are on it and there's room left over" they both began kissing each other passionately still holding my cock which is now it's full 9 inches. I'm just a sex toy for them.....I'm ok with that! lol she went to suck me kinda biting a little, she's really but can't open her mouth wide enough she get the head in but can't go down any further , she was amazed by my size I looked down to see him jacking his cock I can see that I was literally twice the size of her husband if not more, he's looking at my cock just hypnotize by the sight of his wife struggling to take my dick in her mouth she stops and orders him to suck it, he's a little hesitant she says "do for me I want to see you try some dick too" he lick it then opens his mouth and get the whole head in and goes almost half way down before he starts to gag and cough she say "good Boy" she wanted to get fucked immediately no foreplay no lube , nothing , she tells me to lay down face up on the bed , she straddles me , while kissing her husband she lowers herself down I feel another hand gripping my dick her husband is guiding my cock into her, I can feel every inch as I go in she's so tight like she's never been fucked before I can feel her pussy stretching and tearing her little hole open as she forced herself further down on to my cock! I feel her insides opening up around me as my fat cock head plows into her, her husband started licking and wetting her pussy with my cock inside, every now and then he'd lick my shaft to help lube it to make it easier to slide in, I hear him tell her "his balls are massive too" as I feel him lick and play with my big hairy balls (I don't shave 'em) I'm finally almost root deep insider her at least 8 1/2 inches in so I slowly fuck her first with short thrust, and slow out and in , eventually I'm Fucking her so hard my huge ball are swing an slapping him in his face he seems to be in shock that his wife is taking so much dick! she's not moaning she's screaming like someone is hurting her shouting "holy fuck I'm cuming again!" I'm on my back bouncing her up and down on my dick she's shaking and man screaming to high heaven "FUCK MEEEEE" "Ive Never Been Fucked" "oh my God it's so big!!" Fuuucckkkk" at one point I pull all the way out to ram it all the way in but her husband grabs it and tries to suck my cock, she slaps him playfully "now you know what a real man size cock is!" he just nods his head jacking is little dick and eating her pussy then licking the head of my cock a bit then sticks in back in to her, she falls down to the root of my dick again and starts screaming like I stabbed her she's shaking and convulsing her husband puts his little cock (maybe 4 inches hard but really huge Balls) in her mouth and starts shooting his load which is a huge amount he's spraying as much cum as me maybe Evan more. it's dripping on my face and mouth it taste really sweet, I finally shoot my load deep inside her stretched out cunt, so wet and juicy making plunger sounds as I fuck my load deeper into her, she falls off my still hard cock and starts sucking me I can feel a load building, he gets next to her and is kissing her and their taking turns jacking me and trying to get my cock in their mouths all of a sudden im shooting another load that they both start licking and cleaning me up! he gets under her and starts eating her pussy, and now she's cumming again very loudly , she leans over and said in my ear but loud enough for her husband to hear "Thank you. that's the first time I ever felt fucked!" her pussy was a little bit torn and defiantly wrecked I could see pink in the cum dripping into her husbands mouth . that was the first time I had gotten together with mark and sue. we met two other time one time with mark alone that was an interesting afternoon!

Oh yeah. Now I remember. As fantastic as this story is I can't get over the anticipation of Kip's fuck and the deep disappointment of it never happening.

Name: Alex, age 57 Location: Biddeford, Maine text: 2073707559 Neg married cheating cumslut. I want your toxic babies. 5’8” bear, 220. X: @bbbugfkrme bbbugfkrme@gmail.com

I’ve loved getting wasted then used at bath houses in the past - getting loaded enough I can’t really say no, but also in a safe enough environment I’ll see the light of day again - good stuff

There was a time a fully believed cheating to be wrong. Emotionally, it hurts. It causes damage. I've seen that happen. While I still feel this to an extent, I've been the guy the man is cheating with, and I fucking love it. It makes me so hard, knowing I'm fulfilling him.

Just my preference and my personal experience: I was with this top once; the sex was pretty good but he was taking forever to cum. He went soft a couple of times so I would pull the condom off and give him a bbbj to get him hard again, put a fresh jimmy on, and get back in the saddle. After the third time, I laid him on his back, blew him, and got on his dick with out a condom. I asked him to let me know when he close and I'd finish him off with my mouth and hands. At first he was like "WTF?" but I guess my poi-pussy must have felt great with the skin-to-skin contact that he grabbed my hips and guided me on grinding on his meat. We switched positions, him putting me in missionary with my legs high up by my head and the proceeded to pound me like a jack hammer. A few minutes in he pressed down on me with with his body. I knew he was getting ready to cum by the short strokes and continued moaning coming from him. I again told him to tell me when he's close. He then whispered in my ear "Oh, I'm close bitch, but I'm gonna fuckin' breed your ass...I ain't pulling out of this sweet ass!" In my brain, I was shocked and scared but in my heart I was turned on by his aggressiveness and desire to make me his bitch. He gave one hard thrust, burying his meat up to his balls, his dick bottoming out and tearing me up inside. Then I felt it: his nutsac leaped up, his dick twitched and expanded, and a familiar warmth filled my guts. He held himself in me for several minutes, staying on top of me. He really wanted to make sure that I got every drop of his man juice into my hungry boi-cunt. He then looked deep in my eyes and said, "Deep down inside, I know you really wanted me to cum in you, don't cha...bitch?!" I grinned and nodded. I, in no way, advocate rape or stealth breeding, but I gotta hand it to some tops out there. They really know how to read minds.

I went over to this one guys house for a bj and he ended up fucking my ass. He was only in me for less than a minute and I got off. I pulled out of him before he could shoot his load in me and i asked if he wanted help getting off. He said I just did...in your ass. He didn't make a sound so I didn't know. I was trying to be careful at the time but it really turned me on that he didn't give me the choice. He marked his territory that night.