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In the weeks that followed, Dan was no longer elusive. He hooked up with each of Jimmy and Jason from time to time. Each time he seemed closer to raising the subject of HIV again, but never quite getting there. Neither Jimmy nor Jason pushed the subject for the time being. One weekend afternoon after a three way among them, in which each of Jimmy and Jason had unloaded deep inside Dan, the air in the apartment was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung between the three men like a promise. Dan, his body still humming from the earlier encounter, sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes darting between Jason and Jimmy. The weight of their gaze was both comforting and unnerving, as if they could see straight through to the core of his being. "You've been holding back, Dan," Jason said, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the raw, animalistic sounds he'd made earlier. "We know there's more to you than what you've shown us." Jimmy, his green eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned against the wall, his muscular frame relaxed yet commanding. "We want to help you explore those desires, Dan. The ones you're too afraid to voice." Dan's heart raced, his breath quickening at their words. He knew they were right; there was a part of him that craved something more, something darker and more [banned word]. But the fear of judgment, of rejection, had always held him back. "We've got a fuck friend joining us tomorrow night," Jason continued, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Someone who's walked a similar path. You want to join? He might show you just how liberating it can be to embrace your true desires." This somehow turned Dan on more than his qualms could restrain. "Yeah... okay," he said. Jimmy smiled and said, "come by around 9:30. This is going to be a lot of fun." "So good," Jason agreed, "real fucking good." Dan made his way home embroiled in his inner conflict. But he tried to convince himself that so long as he stayed on his PrEP, he wasn't really playing with fire. It was just vicariously living out his fantasy life. The next night he ended up showing up a little early. Jason and Jimmy were already naked and stroking each other to porn when he arrived. He slipped off his clothes and joined them on the couch, alternating sucking Jason's cut cock and Jimmy's uncut one while they waited for the fourth. The sound of the front door opening signaled the arrival of this mysterious friend. In walked Craig, a towering figure with a godlike physique that screamed power. His presence filled the room, a heady mix of raw masculinity and unapologetic desire. "Craig, this is Dan," Jason introduced, his voice laced with pride. "He's been... hesitant to fully embrace our lifestyle. We thought you might be able to show him the way." Craig's eyes, dark and intense, locked onto Dan's, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I'll do what I can, but as I can attest he's already in the best of hands with you two." As Craig spoke, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and sensual. His body was a work of art, every muscle defined, every inch a testament to his dedication to the lifestyle. He was tan all over, clearly having nude sunbathing. A biohazard tat was etched between his massive traps. Dan felt his mouth go dry, his body responding to the raw, unapologetic display of masculinity. "You see, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft but commanding, "Craig here is living proof that embracing your desires can be the most liberating thing you'll ever do. He's a poz slut, and he loves every minute of it." Dan's eyes widened at the term, his mind racing with the implications. He'd heard whispers of this world, of men who sought out the virus, who craved the raw, unprotected intimacy that came with it. But to hear it spoken so boldly, so proudly, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Come on, Dan," Jason urged, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's shoulder. "Let go of your fears. Let us show you what it means to truly live." As if in a trance, Dan allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, his body moving closer to Craig's. The air crackled with electricity as the four men stood in a circle, their desires intertwining, their boundaries blurring. Craig stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's chin, tilting his head back. "You want this, don't you, Dan? You want to feel what it's like to be truly free." Dan's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. "I... I don't know. I mean, I've thought about it, but..." "But what?" Jason interrupted, his voice sharp. "You're afraid of what others might think? Of what it might mean for your future?" Dan nodded, his eyes downcast, ashamed of his hesitation. "Fuck what others think," Jimmy said, his voice like a whip. "This is about you, about what you want. And we're here to give it to you." "Get Craig's pussy wet while I eat you out Dan," Jason commanded. Craig and Dan got on their hands and knees in a line on the sectional, Jimmy taking up position to have Craig suck his cock, while Jason leaned over and spread Dan's cheeks apart, starting to lick and nibble at his hole. Dan used one hand to pull apart Craig's ass cheeks, marveling at his wide and slightly puffy asslips. Craig already smelled like sex. As Dan started working his tongue into Craig's easily yielding hole he found within the unmistakable taste of cum. "Did Craig leave any presents up there for you Dan?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah," Dan said pulling his tongue out for a moment, "there's cum up his hole." "Such a good slut," Jimmy murmured to Craig. Dan was getting intoxicated by the experience all while Jason worked him open with his fingers and tongue, working in some lube. "Time to fuck," Jason commanded, "Dan, lie on your back with your feet on my shoulders and Craig you get on top and present that hole to Jimmy." Dan did as he was told, Jason putting a throw pillow under his ass to get a better angle. Craig's big firm balls were resting on his nose and mouth, his shaft on Dan's chin. Dan was staring at the beauty of Jimmy's big uncut cock working itself into Craig's cumlubed hole as Jason started working his own cock into Dan's. He started to tongue Craig's balls from time to time. "Nice," Craig said, "you want me to suck you Dan?" Dan declined, afraid he'd cum too soon. "Such a fine poz pussy," Jimmy growled as he started long dicking Craig in earnest, "so fucking fine." The musk these men were giving off was driving Dan wild. Jason was pushing ever deeper into him, holding his head right in his second hole. "Time to switch," Jason said. As Jimmy pulled his cockhead out of Craig's hole, some of the cum of Craig's earlier trick (or tricks, Dan wondered) dripped onto Dan's forehead. Jason saw what had happened as he assumed the position behind Craig's ass, scooped up the cum and fed it into Dan's lips. Holy fuck, Dan thought to himself as Jason raised Dan's feet over his shoulders and started pushing his now cumslicked cock into Dan's hole, I'm a fucking pig and I love this. Jason and Jimmy started picking up the pace of their fucking. "Getting close man," Jason told Jimmy. "Me too," Jimmy replied. "Recharge my fucking hole," Craig grunted, his ass meeting Jason's cock thrust for thrust, clearly trying to milk out the cum, Dan staring at this sight while leaking precum out of his hard as hell cock. "Poz me," Dan whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Make me a fucking poz slut." Jimmy's eyes flashed with triumph as he thrust forward, his cock sinking deep into Dan's body. Dan cried out, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure, as Jimmy began to move, his hips snapping with primal urgency. Jason moaned in sync with Jimmy and Dan watch the pulsation of his cock, knowing his cum was shooting into Craig. This tipped him over the edge and he started to shoot. Then Jimmy buried his cock deep and Dan felt the familiar heat and throbbing of Jimmy's eruption in his ass. "Clean us off gents," Jimmy said after they'd all caught their breath. Craig crawled forward as Jason took his cum covered cock out of Craig's ass and put it in Dan's mouth. After Jason pulled his cock out of Dan's mouth, Dan leaned his head up to clean the rest of the cum off Craig's taint. Craig meanwhile licked the cum off Dan's cock and then made out with his hole. As the four men lay panting, their bodies glistening with sweat, Dan felt a sense of peace wash over him. He'd crossed a line, embraced a part of himself he'd long denied. And as he looked into Jason and Jimmy's eyes, he saw not judgment, but pride. "You did good, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft. "You gave voice to what you wanted." Dan smiled, his body still humming with the aftermath of his orgasm. "I did, didn't I?" Craig, his body still entwined with Dan's, leaned in, his voice low. "We all have our demons, Dan. But when you embrace them, when you let them consume you, that's when you truly start living." As the four men disentangled, Dan felt a sense of camaraderie, of shared experience. He knew that this was just the beginning, that his journey into this world was far from over. "Think about it, Dan," Jimmy said, his hand resting on Dan's shoulder. "If you want to take the next step, we'd love to help you out." Dan nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew that this offer was both a gift and a challenge, a chance to fully embrace the lifestyle that Jason and Jimmy promoted. As he stood, his body still trembling, Dan's eyes met Jason's, and he saw a spark of recognition, of understanding. He knew that whatever decision he made, whatever path he chose, Jason and Jimmy would be there, guiding him, pushing him to explore the darkest, most [banned word] corners of his desires. And as he left the apartment, the weight of their offer still lingering in the air, Dan knew that his life would never be the same. The transformation had begun, and there was no turning back.

I’ve always gone to gloryholes been fucked anon that way. Lately the idea of some random man walking into my apartment and finding me ready to take a cock has turned me on so i thought i would try my luck. I removed my profile details from grindr and sniffies and just changed my name to “anon cumdump” not expecting much but it turned into me taking 8 loads yesterday. got a few messages on both apps right away. Guy 1: Athletic build, mid 30s visiting from a smaller neighboring town to get groceries. messages me saying “i need to dump a load” I let him know that im lubed up waiting with my door unlocked and ready to take his dick. “can i breed you?” he asks. I respond with yes please. about 2 minutes later i hear my door open and close and footsteps approach the bedroom. I arch my back exposing my lubed hole. He slaps his semi on my hole a few time to get himself hard. I feel him slide in. if i had to guess he was probably around 6 inches. not too thick. he gives me about 8-9 pumps before he tells me he’s gonna cum. I feel his cock pulse in my hole. As soon as he knows he’s got all his nut in me, he pulls out and heads out the door. Guy 2: Hits me up on grindr. He’s in his 40s and has profile pic up. Not really a looker but i don’t care. “you still taking loads?” “yeah, do you want dump yours in me?” “i do” I text him my address and 5 minutes later the door opens. He’s in my bedroom and i hear him undo his belt jeans. I feel his tongue on my cummy, lubed hole. he fucks me with his tongue a bit before i feel him plunge his cock in me. probably around the same size as the last one. He only lasts about 5 pumps before he’s grunting and unloading deep inside me. Guy 3: 65 year old from sniffles. Stated he hasn’t fucked anyone in years and need to unload. I send him the address and he’s in the door within a minute (turns out he’s a neighbor) he slides a fat thick in me and holds still for a few seconds. I feel him pulsing in me. He came as soon as he was in me. he says “sorry” and leaves. I message him reassuring him that we both got what we wanted and he’s welcome in me anytime. Guy 4. Mid 40s. single dad visiting. Had some time away from the kids and messaged me to on grindr to unload. “haven’t nutted in ages, you want an 8 inch dick in you?” “Hell yes i do.” i send him the address and he’s there in 10 minutes. he walks in and pulls me by the hips closer off the bed. He starts tasting my hole and the loads other men have shot in me up to this point. His tongue is then replaced with his dick and he wasn’t lying. definitely felt all 8 inches. He fucks my sloppy hole for a little over a minute before loudly grunting and moaning while shooting his seed deep inside my sloppy hole. “fuck boy” he says as he pulls his cock out guy 5: late 30s, someone i’ve talked to on and off since i was 18. (he had no idea it was me. 😈) I ask him if he needed a warm place to cum and he says yes. “let me shower first.” i respond with “no need just stop by.” “you dirty fucker i’m on my way” he shows up about 15 minutes later. I can smell his gym musk while he’s standing behind me lining his cock up with my hole. he slides in and feels how wet i am. “how many loads are you in right now.” “4 sir” he pulls out for a second. “taste these loads on my cock.” he shoves his cock in my mouth. “clean that dick slut” He fucks my mouth about before sliding back into my hole. He fucks me for about a minute and tells me he’s gonna give me my 5th load. He pumps in me with his cock halfway in my hole. he pulls out slowly and some of his load, and the loads previous trickle out of my hole. Guy 6 messaged me with no profile info on grindr. “addres?” i give it to him and 10 minutes later he’s inside me. he’s got what feels like a big dick. thick too. He fucks me for a good 3 minutes and then silently pulses in me. Guy 7 48 year old married man messaged on sniffles saying he needed to cum really bad. “i’ve got a few loads in me if you don’t mind” “i’m married so maybe just a blow job” i wanted his load in my ass but who am i to refuse a man a place to cum. I send him my address and he’s here in about 5 minutes. I go to reposition my self so i can suck him but feel two hands on my hips before i can move. I feel his cock start to enter me. “I changed my mind im adding my load to that hole.” “thank you sir.” i reply. he pumps into me about 9-10 times and pulls my hips deep into him and lets out a loud moan. Guy 8: 40 year old bear type also living in the neighborhood. he messaged me on sniffies and i sent him my address. “damn i live a few doors down.” he’s here in seconds. He sees the loads overflowing out of my hole. He plunges a 9 inch cock into my mess of a hole. He tells me i feel so good. He cums deep inside me. Pulling out some more loads as his cock pulls out. Guy 9: last load of the day. 60 year old married daddy. “ how many loads boy?” “8 sir.” “damn you’re sloppy aren’t you?” yes sir. I send him my address and he’s here in 6 minutes. he stretches my already loose hole with a thick cock. “do you like that daddy cock in your young hole?” yes daddy.” I say in a whimpered voice. “you want daddy to give you another load boy?” “yes please daddy shoot deep in me.” “here it comes boy.” he grunts and tells me to take his load. I do so with a smile on my face. he pulls out and is on his way. as i am writing this i still feel some left over cum in my hole although with how sloppy i got most of it came out yesterday. I love being a warm place for men to cum.

************* 3 ************* "Yes, make me yours" I said. The dressing gown he'd been wearing was behind him on the floor and his hairy well built body had me pinned against the wall. He roughly fingered me, forcing it in and out without any restraint. When he withdrew it I felt him manoeuvring his well endowed cock against my hole. I realised he was going to fuck me without any lube but just as was about to object he rammed it all the way inside me. The pain was intense and I cried out. It had absolutely no effect on him as withdrew then rammed it deep inside me again. Again I cried out but again he ignored my cries and continued to fuck me. He was like an dominant brutal animal fucking and I was just a submissive animal letting him. As he continued to thrust his cock deeper than any man had been in me before, the soft flesh inside me began to stretch in order to accommodate his massive length and girth. After four or five minutes the intense pain I had suffered initially began to subsided and after ten minutes it began to turn to intense pleasure. As he fucked, he was grunting, working hard to reach his goal of impregnating me with his seed, of consummating our bond, of infecting me. My own cock was dripping copious amounts of precum which coated and trickled down the wall I was pressed against. He certainly had some serious stamina as after fifteen minutes he was still ramming his cock up inside me. My hole now felt well lubricated as his precum probably mixed with some of my blood coated the interior wall of my guts. I had resigned myself to the fact that I was now his, would be infected with his HIV poz sperm and my entire fate was in his hands. Suddenly he cried out and with a final hard thrust up inside me ejeculated his precious seed and consummated our union. Realising what had just happened my body reacted to the stimulation by forcing my own orgasm. My useless negative sperm splashed onto the wall and then the floor. He was still grunting and breathing hard behind me as his orgasm subsided. His cock then slipped out of my now ruined hole. He turned me around and I could see the effort he had made on his face. He was red and sweat covered his face and body. He placed a hand on my head and pushed me down onto my knees. "Clean it lad, clean your husbands cock" I greedily took him in my mouth. Even soft his cock was massive. It smelt and tasted of his sweat, cum and and my arse juice. I also saw it was tinged with red. It was huge in my mouth and I realised that my hole would be no use to any normal size man again. Two years later and we have been together every day since. I contracted the bug either on that day or relatively soon after. Difficult to say as he fucks me at least once or twice a day. I had no symptoms but, he kept testing me and breeding me until I tested poz. I am extremely happy with him. I perform all the domestic jobs in the house as well as keeping him sexually satisfied. His appetite for fucking is enormous as Is mine to be fucked by him. I never did get my car fixed. I don't need it as my entire life is lived on his property. I have no desire to go anywhere either. I'm totally satisfied to be his wife. ********** The end.***********

Part 2/x My brother James was kissing me back, his tongue exploring my mouth. I passed the pipe back to Peter - I wanted to play with James' cock. Exploring his body, my hand went down his stomach and felt the bas of his dick. He was hard! Got my hand round his shaft and stroked him, wanking his a few times. He moaned in my mouth as we were.kissing. After going up and down a few times, my hand went further down, over his balls towards his arse and I could feel Peter's dick inside him. He was resting, couple of inches of his own dick outside as he torched the pipe. I saw the clouds Peter blew out. I needed to get just as high. I took the pipe off Peter and went and sat on the other chair. Peter told me there was a full baggie on the side, and he wasn't kidding. There were more than enough T to keep the three of us going. And if I get my own way, we're all going to fuck each other before we finish. I got some big crystals from the bag and added them to the pipe while Peter slowly slides his dick in and out of James. Watching them, I light the torch and melt the T, building the smoke up. I take 3 or 4 big sets of clouds and blow them over towards them. I'm feeling great and want to get my dick inside one of them. I'm poz, and can either help breed my brother, or get re-charged from our cousin. I don't care which. Hopefully both. I set the torch down, and take a couple of crystals out of the bag. With a little lube on my finger, I finger Peter's hole. He's not been fucked yet, but he takes my finger in easier. Onces he's lubed a little, I add a crystal one the end and pop it up, as far as I can get it. Peter knows what I'm doing and pulls out of James. This is my first time with my fingers on James' hole and it's warm, hot even. He doesn't need any more stretching so just place a big bit of T on my finger and slide it on his hole. Rubbing it around the inside of his hole. I can hear Peter moaning about the T burning his arse already and just waiting to get the rest of the T in my own arse. Minutes later and I can feel the burn in my own arse. All three of us are on the floor. All kissing each other, hands going over each other's body. Both James and Peter have a hand on my arse, James seems to be a little hesitant putting a finger on my hole. That doesn't stop Peter. He's got 2 fingers up me. There's lots of moaning, kissing and fingering. Peter stops a moment and goes back to his bag (where his pipe is), gets something out of it. He gave me a viagra. 'You may be young, but we're gonna do a shit load of T... take it.' Who am I to say no? James is playing with his dick, moaning as he strokes up and down. The T bump has got him so high, I'm not sure he knows what's going on. I decide I want him to fuck me. So I straddle him. Raise my arse and guide his dick into me. As I'm doing this, I'm kissing his. I slide down. Moving my hand from guiding his dick in my arse to his nipples. I'm squeezing his dick with my arse as his dick gets deeper. Then drop down and he's all the way in me. James is stroking my belly and playing with my dick. We're still kissing. Im hearing him broaning, his kissing becoming more forceful. I can see Peter has something out of his bag. They're toys. One is a couple ended dildo (Peter and I have used that before). He's on the chair, watching ke and James, wanking and putting the dildo in his own arse. For now, the pipe has done its job, and left on the side. I'm sliding up and down on James's cock. James is getting louder, his hands now on my arse cheeks helping me going up and down, pulling my cheeks apart. I can hear James' breathing getting quicker, his dick getting harder. I'm squeezing his dick more, twisting his nipples and he's moaning out. 'I'm gonna cum' he says and I can feel his shooting inside me. His last proper neg load.

I wake up later than I had wanted to. Kimmy has left for work for the day, I'm now alone at her house with her dad that was thinking of me when he masturbated last night. I grab my backpack and run across the hall to shower before I go down to their pool to sun and swim. I start the shower and rummage through my back and pull out my swim trunks. As I do this the rest of my clothes and my toiletries bag falls out. I put the clothes back in and notice I also packed my speedo. I throw it on the counter for later decision and grab my shampoo and soap out of my little bag and look at my douche...fuck it. I grab my douche as well and get into Kimmy's shower. I fully wash and clean myself and my hole, but really what's the chance her dad will fuck me today? I don't have condoms, no lube, but then again, I've yet to need either one as my exes were too shy to move past bj's, let's be honest though I was only with them as a means to fit in and be with someone my age, if people knew that what really turned me on was older me, like old, my dad's age would be the youngest that I'd want to be with. Too many 80's porn videos with Chad Davis were stolen when I house sat last year. I get out of the shower and rub lotion all over my body, it always feels very sensual when I do this. I look at myself in the mirror. Not overly hot I guess, but fit. I'm barely five and a half feet tall, scraggy brown hair, no body hair at all, chiseled chest and abs from being a very athletic teen, a cock that looks nice at 7 inches and a smaller thickness than most of my classmates had at full mast. My best assets have to be my thighs and ass. Kimmy and our friends are always jealous of my ass, even their boyfriends try to sneak glances at it when we're at the pool. Plus my thighs are quite muscular from a decade of cheer, soccer, and running. I spread my cheeks towards the mirror and look at my tight rosebud. I put a bit more lotion on my hands and rub my cheeks and tease my hole with one, then two fingers. I start slowly fucking myself with them. I enjoy the feel of each set of knuckles as the push past my sphinc... "Alex. Hurry up and put your swim suit on and come take a dip with me." Mr. Martin startles me as he knocks on the door. "Yessir, I'll be down in a minute, just need to finish up with the sun screen." I respond shakily, as though I was just caught with my fingers in my virgin hole. "Good boy. I will coat your back if you need. Don't keep me waiting." His voice fades as he walks away. "Good boy?" Did I hear him correctly. God I wish he'd coat my hole with his cum. Stop it Alex. He's your best friends dad...that you've known your whole life...that was stroking to fucking your last night.....I look at my cock and finger the precum off of it and rub it on my hole. I look on the counter and pick up my swim trunks and look at them, then my growing cock in the mirror. I stuff them into my backpack and stroke my cock a few times before I slide my tight white and blue speedo on. My hard cock straining against the fabric. I make my way down to their poo where Mr. Martin is already swimming. "That's a nice looking speedo you have there. Give me a twirl." I obey him. Slowly spinning around, slowly putting on a show for him. "Very nice. What go you all hard?" My face immediately turns red. "Oh...um..well...teen hormones I guess?" "They don't go away with age, trust me. I take it you herd about Rebecca and Me? Guessing Kimmy told you everything." "Yessir, sorry to hear that y'all are getting divorce. Actually I'm not sorry." I hesitate. "Is that so?" "Well. I've seen Becca around town with her old coworker a lot more lately. And she seems pretty happy, and I get the same vibe from you these past few weeks. I'm glad you two are friendly still, for Kimmy mostly. But honestly, I'm glad you two get to be open and not have to limit, hide, I don't know the right word. But you both get to be what you want to be. Too many people seem to get stuck in their lives because of social pressure, or are scared to admit who they are. Half the women at the church I use to go to were 'upstanding examples of Christian ladies' but damn were they the meanest, cruelest, gossipy bitches I've ever seen, and I was on the cheer squad! And Kimmy feels pretty similar, at least that's what she tells me. But the most surprising this was that you're gay. I just never saw it, or thought to look.." "I'm glad to hear you kids are so mature for your age, but then again, we, and your parents, hated raising y'all in the same society and headspace we were forced to grow up in. I've been gay for a long time, but I only really accepted it and flourished within it for the past four or five years. I'm glad that you get to live it your whole life, I felt so awkward in my own skin for so long. I'm glad to be free. Well for the most part." We tread water and lightly swim from side to side as we talk. "Well I've not been the most boyish boy my entire life, so it has been pretty easy in that way, but down here it's a bit nerve wracking outside of school and our family and friends. But that's why I'm going to school in Cali. Much more accepting, plus the art scene is really big...So how's the dating pool for you?" "Ha! Well.." he swims closer to me as though he's about to tell me a secret, I swallow nervously. "I haven't started dating yet, but I may never, not here. I have a group of friends that we...enjoy each other's company. But if we dated like we wanted to, it'd be quite the scandal from Savannah to Atlanta. What about you? I've never hear you talk about a boyfriend or anything. Kimmy says that you've not really dated other than a couple of boys for a week or two." "Oh, umm, I'm not really attracted to my classmates and I don't want to get stuck here and not experience more of life than this shit hole. Most of my class mates, and the kids from other years never leave here and look miserable. So yeah. I mean, I've had some experiences, like, I love sucking cock, it's so....shit. Sorry I just got um...wait." He swims behind me towards the side of the pool. I feel his hand and leg slide across my ass as he makes his way over. "What do you mean by 'Date like you'd like,' why would that be a scandal?" He turns around to face me with his hands on the side of the pool. "I think you know. Did you enjoy the show last night?" I turn stop sign red, I swallow and speak, "I...I didn't see much. Just what was on your phone and the porn on the TV, I didn't see anything, I promise." He chuckles, "That's a shame. Come here." I swim over towards him. Just as I get to him, He pushes himself up out of the pool. I don't realize what's going on in time to stop moving. As he comes up out of the water, his fat cock slaps across my face as he pulls himself up to sit on the side of the pool. His fat cock pointing straight up. It's gotta be a good nine inches long and girthy. I grab onto his legs to keep myself from hitting the wall of the pool, and him. "This is pretty close to a fantasy I've had for a while. Here's a nice cock for you to worship. If you worship it good enough, I'll show you what a real man can do for you." I cant take my eyes off of his cock as he lightly strokes it a couple of pumps. "If you suck it, we can spend all day and evening experiencing what we both want. I can even take you to meet some friends before I take you home." I swallow again and caress his muscular thighs as my hands make their way to his spear. I lick my lips as my right hand feels the heft and warmth of his member, my left hand caresses his balls. I slowly lick the top of his shaft, tasting chorine and musk. "MMM that's it baby, lick Daddy's cock." I kiss the bottom side of his cock from tip to base, my hand pushing his cock away towards his dad-belly as so I can smell his balls and begin licking them, sucking each one into my mouth as I look into his eyes. "Good boy." Pride swells in my chest and my need to please men flares up. I lick up the bottom side of his cock to the tip and take the tip into my mouth, I add light suction as I work more and more of his cock into my mouth. "Oh fuck." I hear as he reclines back in pleasure. I grasp each thigh for support and go to town on his fat cock, drooling all over it as I worship it. I have one goal right now, to work this cock into my throat, burry my nose in the patch of pubes at the base of his fun trail. I keep working on in, eyes tearing up from the challenge. I make eye contact as I kiss his cock when I come up for air and spit on his shaft before I gobble it back down. We continue this dance for what feels like forever, but also not long enough, I finally work my gag reflex and breathing until I'm somewhat easily able to deep throat him. "God damn Alex. No one's been able to deep throat me on their first go." "I love sucking cock and yours is the best one yet." I respond before I take him back into my mouth. His hands grasp the back of my head and he begins using my head like a fleshlight. A few moments later he bellows as I feel cum shooting down my throat. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and continues to spurt the rest over my face. He pulls me out of the pool and I lay on top of him. His still hard cock against my hard leaking cock in my speedo. We make out for a moment, his cum on both our faces. "Inside now. There are two things I love more that sucking cock and that's eating ass and breeding twinks like you. I'm about to do both." I start to get up but he peels my speedo off and smacks my ass. "Fuck I've wanted to see this naked for a long time." We make our way inside and into the living room, Mr. Martin guiding my shoulder from behind. His other hand caressing my ass. He move the ottoman into the middle of the room and I get onto it, laying on my back. Mr. Martin drops to his knees, hands on the back of my thighs and pushes them towards my chest and I feel his breath and beard on my ass. He kisses each cheek several times before kissing my taint and working his way down my crack. I moan as his lips lightly suck on my rosebud. "Oh fuck." It feels so naughty and amazing, his tongue then licks around my hole teasing me. Then something is pushing into my hole ever so slightly. It's his tongue!! I think about all the things I've read that bottoms should do for their tops, or their first times and all I can focus on is pushing out. "Good boy, let's get this boi pussy ready for Daddy." "Yes...ahh, ohhhhh." HIs tongue is now pushing through my ring. He begins to push it in and out. Every so often I feel wetness and warmth in my hole, he's pushing his spit in for lube, oh god I'm really doing this. My best friend's dad is going to pop my cherry. I'm ripped back to reality when I feel two fingers push past my hole as his tongue continues to flick in and around my rosebud. A third one. They begin fucking me. I feel my hole stretch open for him. All of a sudden I feel empty. "On your hand and knees." I roll over, pre cum is now pouring out of my cock. Once I reposition his hands are all over my ass. Is this what women with big tits experience when they have sex, I jokingly wander. "Lay on your arms and arch your back, slut." I follow his command. "Daddy, please fuck me. Please pop my cherry. I've waited for a man like you to give it to." I say looking back at him. His eyes have changed. They give off a primal, elemental gaze. "Daddy's going to take care of you good." He pushes the head of his cock against my virgin hole. "This is gonna hurt so good, then you're gonna want more and more." He shoves his cock past my ring, I feel an intense pain through my lower body as his cock invades me. His thighs rest against mine. "Sometimes its better to just rip the band aid off. Especially for sluts like you. Yea, you're a natural slut, you just don't know it yet." I nod my head with tears. He begins slowly moving his cock in and out of me, spitting on it every time he pull most of the way out. "There's a bit of blood, baby, but that's normal for this type of penetration. I want to make sure my DNA mixes well. Don't worry I'm not poz, well not yet anyways, but I want you to keep a part of me in you as your first." The pain is going towards pleasure now as he's grabbing onto my hips and fucking me really aggressively. A new sensation overtakes my body and I feel like I'm peeing, I look back at my cock. "I'm just milking you sweetie. It's just cum don't worry, you'll lick it up soon." He rolls me onto my back and picks me up and we both are now on the floor. He kisses me and stares into my eyes as he pistons in to my hole. My cock hasn't really stopped leaking as his cock punches across my prostate. "Baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna breed. Fuck your hole is the best one yet!" "Breed me daddy. Give me your seed. Oh god!!" He kisses me and pushes his forehead against mine as we stare at each other. His face is turns read as he roars and breeds me. We stare at each other in silence as his cock twitches and spurts his seed into me. I start laughing in ecstasy, "Oh my god, that was amazing! Do we have to stop?" I ask as a caress his hairy chest and shoulders. "It's barely 9am, lets get some breakfast and we'll go for another round or three." He bred me four more times that day. We went to one of his friends house and he introduced me to a couple of them and my classmate came out of the bathroom naked. Clearly they have been fucking his as well. We all fucked the night away, all of them fucking the two of us. Mr. Martin and I fucked a few more times, and I blew him twice at work that week before I packed my Corolla and drove across country for my freshman year of college. Hoping to learn all I can, and maybe make a name for myself in the art scene. Little did I know what was to befall me in the next few months. I do make a name for myself in the art scene, a big name in a very particular scene as well, but not how I anticipated.

Here I was, middle of fucking nowhere. I wish I'd never bought this heap of shit. Third time it had broken down in the last two weeks. However, this time I also had no phone signal, it was getting dark and on a road in the hills with no passing traffic in the pissing rain. With minimal knowledge of anything mechanical I'd resigned myself to the fact, I was going to have a long walk in the dark. I donned my coat and set off, resigned to the fact I was at least ten miles from the nearest town. I'd been walking for maybe twenty minutes when I heard the sound of a car behind me, travelling in the same direction. I hoped, beyond hope they would take pity on me and give me a lift. As it got closer I stood in the middle or the road and waved frantically at the driver who, with no way of passing, save from driving over me didn't have much choice. The car was an old Landrover and behind the seat, a rough looking, well built man with a thick beard and cropped hair. "You the owner of that car back there" he said. "Yes, the fucking thing has broken down. You couldn't give me a ride to the next town could you" He just smiled and told me to get in. He said "Your soaked lad, I'm going home. Your welcome to come with me. You can phone the garage in Middlethorpe from there but, I doubt they'll be willing to come out until tomorrow. You can stay at mine tonight, get your clothes dry and have something to eat. Get it sorted tomorrow" I thanked him. What a nice guy and not unattractive. It felt great to be in the warmth of the old car. It was noisy and I could feel every bump but, I didn't care. After a few miles we turned left off the main road and made several turns on minor roads before coming to a dirt road and heading further into the hills. He told me he lived in an old farm house and that he'd sold off the farm land but retained the house. He had a very gruff, deep voice but was very amiable and friendy. After about ten minutes we pulled up outside a very old house. The wind was howling, the rain absolutely pelting down and it was pitch black and cold. We walked quickly to the front door which wasn't locked and entered. It was a little run down but, warm inside. The old stove in kitchen was putting out some serious heat and the room had a very homely feel. "Bathrooms upstairs lad. Have a shower or a bath if you want and I'll put your clothes over the stove to dry. I'll put on some stew. That'll warm you up" I didnt quite know what to do so I said Thankyou your very kind. I'll bring my clothes down after Ive had a shower. Do you have something I can put on" He just laughed. "Don't be shy lad, take your clothes off here, go and get showered and Ill find you something to put on while your clothes dry" I have to say I was shy but, I got undressed and as I did so, he watched me, smiling. As I removed my underwear his eyes fell bellow my waist. I swear he made an approving grunt as he looked at me but, it was very soft, part grunt part sigh. "Bathrooms up the stairs second on the right" The stairs led directly from the kitchen and as I climbed them I swear he was looking at my arse all the way up. The shower felt wonderful. The hot water warming my body. As I showered I thought about my host. He was very attractive. He'd been watching me taking my clothes off and definitely looked at my arse as I climbed the stairs. Surely I couldn't be that lucky that I'd been picked up by a gay, attractive man who lived on his own after my heap of shit car broke down. My luck just wasn't that good. Having said that, maybe he was some sort of psyco. I started to think then, maybe he was a little too friendly. After all, he'd just picked me up and brought me his house in the middle of nowhere. No one knew where I was. I started to feel a little nervous. Maybe accepting his hospitality was a big mistake. I finished showering and stepped out of the bath. As I did so, my host entered the bathroom. He must have been waiting for me to finish outside. He was wearing a fleecy dressing gown and handed me a large fluffy towel. "Make sure to dry yourself properly lad. Let me help you" He gently rubbed the towel over the surface of my upper body before leaning down and wiped my genitals. Then turned me around and wiped my arse cheeks and into the crack. I was immediately turned on and began to feel an erection start. He dried my hair then turned me to face him. I glanced down and saw his cock was fully hard, pocking out through gap of his dressing gown. He was big. Both in length and girth. My eyes grew wide and he must have noticed my reaction as he smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Do you believe in fate lad" I didn't know what to say. It was an automatic reaction as my right hand reached forward and I took hold of his cock. It was hot and hard and he gasped as slid my hand along the length. As I did so he pulled his dressing gown open to reveal and biohazard symbol tattoo below his belly button. Now it was my turn to gasp. ******** To be continued *******

************* 2 ************ I realised what this meant immediately. My knees almost gave way, my heart rate increased dramatically, I suddenly felt hot and my head began to swim. I was shocked, surprised, repelled, excited, scared, but incredibly turned on all at the same time. I could hardly breath, but managed, in slightly more than a whisper to ask "Are you detectable" He eyes narrowed and replied "Yes lad, you poz, neg, on prep" "Neg, not on prep and want to stay that way" I said. The smile drained away from his face and he reached forward and roughly grabbed my balls. I began shaking uncontrollably now fully aware of the situation I had allowed myself to become involved in. Still with his fingers tightly around my sack, he pushed me against the wall behind me. His face was now close to mine. "You sure lad, I'd love to make you mine, get you pregnant, been looking for a wife for a long time" I was scared but the words he'd said turned me on even more. My brain was telling me to try anything to escape but, my cock and my arse was telling me the complete opposite. He could sense my indecision and moved forward. I felt his body press against mine and mouth make contact with mine. He began to kiss me. As he pushed his tongue in my mouth sexual desire took over and I knew this was going to happen. Automatically my arms reached around him and I pulled him towards me. Any fear I had dissipated and I knew this was my destiny. I felt his cock pressing against my belly and my whole being wanted it inside me. The fear of being infected had gone completely. Infact, now I wanted his seed inside me as quickly as possible. For him to make me his. He released my balls and reached around and grabbed my arse. I took hold of his cock. "Please, I want you to fuck me, make me yours, get me pregnant" I said. With that he turned me around. I felt his hand between the crack of my arse, then a finger on my hole. I was now completely submissive. I would have done anything he wanted. He inserted a finger inside me and I tried to relax my sphincter to allow him inside. It felt so good. His mouth was now whispering in my ear. "You going to give yourself to me lad. Stay here and be my wife. Let me get you knocked up" ***** To be continued *******

Current Day: I get out of the shower after my latest hook up. I hope Geoff doesn't mind me breeding his son. Hopefully it takes, like father, like son. I get dressed and heat up some leftovers for dinner. There is a bang on my off-campus apartment door. "Hold on!" Who the fuck can it be. The banging continues. "Jesus fuck I'm coming!" I open the door and see my little brother Jake crying heavily with a backpack and large duffle bag. "Mom and Dad kicked me out. Can I crash here for a little bit?" I open the door and let him in. He drops his bags on the kitchen table and plops on the couch with his head in his hands not sobbing as much. "How did you get here?" "One of my team mates dropped me off on his way out of town." "What happened?" "So the guys that Paul sent over, was a lot. Like 12 - 15 men. They all fucked me. It was amazing honestly. But apparently mom and dad got back early and saw them gangbanging me in their bed and left. They came back later after all but a couple of the bikers left. They finished fucking me in front of dad then left me on the bed naked and covered in piss and cum." "Shit. Did what did mom and dad do? Dad made me clean their room and grabbed a bunch of clothes and left for the night. The next day they came back and yelled at me, sold my car, phone, PS5, and grounded me good. It was hell. They asked if you had anything to do with it and I kept you out of it. I told them about the pool party after the swim meet, and then that one of the guys I hooked up with there, I kept seeing when you were out. I said that I loved getting fucked so much that I just started messaging random men on various apps and websites to come fuck me. Mom threw up and dad took her to Mrs. Austin's for a few days while he dealt with me. Mom picked me up from school a week later and took me to our pediatrician and told him everything." "Fuck dude, I'm sorry this all happened. You didn't have to keep my name out of it. They think I'm Stan half the time any ways." "Let me finish." I nod for him to continue, "The pediatrician asked her to leave the room and so he could do a full exam and such. Mark, our pediatrician was one of the guys that Paul sent." "Oh shit. What did he do?" "He fucked me again. I apologized about mom and asked him to be gentle with everything. He laughed and said not to worry. I could see his cock get so fucking hard. He had me strip and I was so hard and turned on. I put the robe on and he did an exam and took some blood. Then he did a deep rectal exam. I dropped to my knees and asked him if I could suck his cock quickly. He told me that all I could due is slobber over his cock and that's all the lube I was going to get. I begged him to breed me. It's been over a week since I was fucked and I was going crazy." "Shit dude, that fucking hot. I always had a crush on him. Go on." "I unzipped his pants and undid his belt and pulled his pants down, he was in a Nasty Pig jock, I pulled his cock out and he pulled his shirt off, that's when I saw it. He has a biohazard tattoo right above his cock. I asked him for his POZ load. He gave it to me, hard and raw. I flooded my pussy with his toxic cum. He pulled his own butt plug out of his ass and shoved it into mine. He had me move rooms and get dressed before mom was brought back. He told her that he took a blood panel, did a full exam and physical. Told her I passed with flying colors, but he will have to wait for the labs to come back. However, since it was so long since the day of the incident happened, there was nothing we could do but wait. Once the test came back, if all was negative, they'd have to wait for 31 days from the incident to do another blood sample and if that came back neg, I could start on Prep. She didn't say anything to me for a few days. Dad and I took their mattress to the dump and I had to pay for a new one. Doctor called and said that I was negative for anything at that point, but to keep an eye on me for any ailments and that they'd retest in a couple of weeks." Fuck, but that's still early, maybe. Why is he here? "Fast forward to two days ago, I woke up sick as a dog, chills, sweats, vomiting." Fuck yes!! Keep calm. "Mom takes me back to the pediatrician. He does some blood tests and send them off next door. I see he's rock hard, then it hits me. I may have HIV. I vomit again. He smiles and tell us to comeback this morning. He calls me back by myself and tells me I have HIV and that I'm very toxic right now. Mark, I was so hard, so fucking hard and turned on. I didn't understand why. He drops to his knees and pulls my cock out and starts sucking me off. I'm so sick, but angry and on fire and....I've never felt like that other than when you first fucked me, and the night you and Paul all fucked me. This was more intense that that was. He asked me to recharge him. He dropped his pants and bent over then exam table. I immediately fuck his ass. Hard, no lube, he was so loose and warm, and he pulled my cock out and fingered himself and scratched his hole so my DNA would take quicker. I fucked him a few more strokes and then bred him. I pulled my cock out and it was covered in cum and blood and then he sucked it all off and got dressed. He told me it was up to me who I told or if I went on meds. I asked to bring mom back so he could tell her. She started crying and said I was dead to her. How could I be worse than you. We went home and she told dad that I had AIDS, I had to correct her and show him the paperwork. That's when they kicked me out, cut me off, told me that I was dead to them. I ran to the bank and pulled all of my money of of those accounts and set up my own account before they could steal it. Then got a ride here." "Fuck Jake, I'm sorry to hear all of this. I'm not surprised that's how they reacted. Remember that's what they did to me when I came out, but they were so supportive of you when you came out." "Yeah, they're pretty fucked up, but no worse than we are. Just in a different way..." Goddamn I'm so horny. I look over him as he adjusts his hard cock. "Are you still sick, like dying sick, or able to do stuff?" "I'm kinda tired, but part of me is wide awake." "I want you to fuck me then. I want you to breed your big brother. Give me your Highly Viral Load." "Didn't you hear me? I have HIV." "So do I, now fuck me!" He launches himself at me, knocking me over. He make out while we rip each other's clothes off. "I've been thinking about breeding you with my POZ seed all day. When did you find out?" "Not terribly long ago." "Were you POZ the first time we fucked?" "You never asked." "Fucking asshole." He shoves his cock in me, thankfully I still had some cum from Geoff's son. "Why is your hole wet?" "Trevor was here before you." He starts drilling my hole. "Geoff probably pozzed him. I saw them fuck each other a few times. Who knocked you up?" "Paul." "Fuck. You should have told me." "You didn't ask." "I didn't care, I've been reading about poz shit for years. This was my biggest fantasy. Thank you big bro." "You know how to really thank me." He bred me three times that night. We fell into step over the next few days like slutty roommates. Although there were a lot of questions he had, he always wanted me to give him my seed, he stopped breeding me a few days later. He said that once he started feeling normal from the fuck flu, he wasn't as turned on by topping like he was. "How am I going to pay for school and everything?" "I can support you for a little bit, but I have an idea. Let me talk to a couple of people and I will get back to you. Don't worry. You still have your scholarship here. You can live with me, just give me a couple hundred a month for rent and utilities and I'll game plan the rest." I call Paul the next morning while Jake is setting up his classes for his freshman year. When he get's home, Paul and I are there waiting on him. We immediately both worship Paul's massive cock and fall in a pile on my bed, Paul fucking us both, Paul and I dp'ing Jake, Jake and I taking loads from Paul, Jake cumming on my face, me giving my little bro another load of POZ cum. We march out to the dining room naked, I grab a few beers for us. "Paul and I have the perfect idea. Short term big cash infusion: Conversion Gangbang/Orgy. Long term: I'll show you how to set up an Onlyfans, Patreon, and a couple of other questionable sites." "Fuck that's not what I had in mind. But I'm interested. How would the conversion Gangbang/Orgy work? Everyone here is POZ." Paul responds, "You lie. Say your both neg. We can provide the opportunity to impregnate two sexy twink brothers, you both are that. People would line around the block to do that. I can set it up on few we sites and use my contacts as well as Mark's to find you some generous sugar daddies. Secondly, we can also post up for after that party that there are two brother taking loads, no loads refused. We just ask for donations for food and supplies when they get there. I have the facility to host any type of party you wish." "Would that work?" Jake asks. "How do you think I can afford this apartment, my camera gear, my Audi, all my clothes without having a 'real' job? Paul was one of my first sugar daddies." "I'm in. What do I need to do?" "Stop fucking for a few days. Then fuck every guy at the parties, and any that mention's my name. I'll be back tomorrow with more details." He kisses both of us before he puts his jeans and shirt on. "You know, it's really hot that both of you have my strain." And he walks out.

Dan pushed open the door to Jason’s apartment, a smirk playing on his lips as he stepped inside. It had been weeks since their last encounter, weeks filled with conflicting thoughts and unspoken desires. The air was thick with anticipation as Dan’s eyes met Jason’s, a silent understanding passing between them. Without a word, Dan began to strip, his movements deliberate and provocative. His shirt hit the floor first, followed by his jeans, leaving him standing in nothing but his boxers. Jason watched, his gaze intense, as Dan approached him, the distance between them closing with every step. “Miss me?” Dan asked, his voice laced with challenge, as he reached out to pull Jason close. Jason’s response was immediate and rough, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he pressed him against the wall. Their lips crashed together in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling in a dance of dominance and submission. Jason’s hands moved down, yanking Dan’s boxers off with a swift motion, exposing him fully. Dan gasped into the kiss, his breath already coming in short, ragged bursts. “Missed your ass,” Jason growled, his voice thick with desire, as he stepped back just enough to free himself from his own clothes. His cock stood proud and hard, the biohazard tattoo above it a stark reminder of the risks they both embraced. Without hesitation, Jason pushed Dan back against the wall, lining up their bodies, his erection pressing against Dan’s thigh. “Ready for this?” Jason asked, his tone commanding, as he reached for the lube on the nearby table. “Fuck me,” Dan whispered, his eyes dark with need, as he spread his legs, offering himself up. Jason didn’t need to be told twice. He slicked his fingers with lube, pressing them against Dan’s entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. Dan moaned, his head falling back against the wall as Jason prepped him, his fingers moving in and out with a steady rhythm. “You’re tight - haven't been getting fucked enough,” Jason muttered, his breath hot against Dan’s ear, as he added a second finger, stretching him further. “Just fuck me already,” Dan pleaded, his body arching into the touch, desperate for more. Jason smirked, withdrawing his fingers, and positioned himself at Dan’s entrance, his cock pressing against the wet, willing opening. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside, filling Dan completely. Dan cried out, his hands gripping Jason’s shoulders as he adjusted to the invasion. “Fuck, you feel good,” Jason groaned, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm, driving deeper with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the scent of sweat and lust heavy in the air. Dan’s moans were raw and unfiltered, his body moving in sync with Jason’s, their connection primal and intense. “Harder,” Dan demanded, his voice breathless, as he wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist, urging him to go deeper. Jason obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hands gripping Dan’s hips tightly as he pounded into him with abandon. As the pace quickened, Dan’s breath caught in his throat, his body trembling on the edge of release. “Jason… fuck…” he panted, his voice breaking as he struggled to form words. Jason’s eyes locked onto his, his expression fierce and dominant. “Cum for me, Dan,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel your hole milk my cock.” The words sent a jolt of pleasure through Dan, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his cum spilling between them, coating Jason’s stomach. Jason didn’t stop, his thrusts relentless as he rode out Dan’s orgasm, his own release building to a fever pitch. “Fuck, Dan… you’re so fucking hot,” Jason groaned, his voice strained as he emptied himself deep inside, his cum filling Dan’s hole in a hot, wet rush. For a moment, they stood there, breathless and connected, Jason still buried inside Dan, their hearts pounding in unison. Then, slowly, Jason pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, leaving Dan’s hole gaping and satisfied. Dan slid to the bed, his legs shaky, as Jason leaned against the wall, catching his breath. “Do you... can I ask... how… how did you convert?” Dan asked, his voice soft, the question hanging between them like a challenge. Jason smirked, his expression both playful and dangerous. “Before I was in recovery,” he replied, his tone casual. “Probably from sharing needles. Why?” Dan hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Do you… regret it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jason’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. “Fuck no,” he growled. “It has let me be the fully authentic slut I am.” Dan’s breath hitched, his mind racing as Jason stepped closer, his presence commanding. “Admit it, Dan,” Jason pressed, his voice low and persuasive. “You find getting fucked raw by a poz top extra hot.” Dan’s cheeks flushed, his body betraying him as his cock twitched at the words. “Maybe,” he mumbled, his voice laced with embarrassment. Jason smirked, his fingers digging into Dan’s hips as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Dan’s ear. “A gay slut doesn’t reach perfection until he’s poz,” he whispered, his tone seductive. “Your boy pussy’s very fine, but to become the ultimate cum milker it would need to be a poz boy pussy.” Dan’s eyes widened, his mind reeling at the suggestion. “This is fucking with my brain,” he stammered, his voice shaking. But Jason ignored him, his fingers sliding down to Dan’s hole, pressing inside as he smeared his cum back inside from across Dan’s skin. “Feel that?” Jason murmured, his voice dark with desire. “My seed marking you as mine.” Jason, fully hard again, pulled Dan's feet over his shoulders. Dan shuddered, his body responding despite his confusion, as Jason slammed into him once more, his thrusts hard and urgent. “Fuck, Jason…” Dan moaned, his voice breaking as he came again, untouched, his cum spilling onto the floor. Jason followed, his release explosive, his cum mixing with Dan’s as he filled him once more. Later, as Jason sat on the couch, his mind still reeling, he found himself recounting the encounter to Jimmy. “He's progressing nicely,” Jimmy remarked, a grin spreading across his face as he listened to Jason's retelling. “Or losing his mind,” Jason replied, his voice laced with uncertainty. Jimmy’s grin only widened, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe a bit of both,” he said, his tone knowing.

(I've wanted to write this for a while. It will be multi-parts There are elements of truth intertwined. I'll let you try and work out which parts) I'd been away at uni for the last 3 months and was back for the Christmas holidays. I've been fucking around since I was in high school, getting guys in toilets, out in the park and even my fucking one of my cousins. I was 21 now, definitely growing into being a cub - I'd always been chubby growing up, but being away from home, definitely found my comfort with carrying some extra weight. I stood about 5' 11", 266 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes with a decent arse and a nice belly I enjoy being grabbed when guys were fucking me. Or when I sometimes decided to fuck them. I was going to be home for a week before heading back. When I got home, I was really tired so went to bed around 10pm. I knew my older brother (25) was going to be home, but everyone else was out for the night, back late the next day. I woke about 2am needing a drink. As I got downstairs, I heard noise coming from the living room. Door was closed but definitely heard like fucking. Assumed my brother had some girl over he was doing so just went to get some water. On the way back, curiosity got the better of me having never seen my brother's cock, and woken up a little horny. My brother (James), was 6' 1", slim, blonde, with a small amount of chest hair, mainly smooth everywhere else. I was happy to use the excuse I wasn't awake properly, sorry etc. So I slowly opened the door to the lounge. It's a pretty a big room, and I know it's easy to put your head round without being seen. I saw my brother, on his back, with his legs in the air, holding them back. He had a nice dick, I could see. He was about 7.5". Instead of some girl stradling him, he was getting fucked. Fucking him was our cousin, Peter. As i said, I've messed around with Peter before, but didn't realise he was fucking anyone else in the family. I know Peters dick really well. He was about 8", decent head to open you up and a nice fat shaft. Peter was in the Army, and tanned all over from being posted overseas. Not a tan line in sight. Now, see Peter fucking my brother James is hot. It's even hotter seeing Peter blowing out from a glass pipe and feeding it to James. They were both high, and I wanted in on the action. As soon as I saw them, my dick got hard. I put the water down, and started to walk over stroking my dick through my shorts. Peter saw me and smirked 'hoped you'd hear us'. I just took the pipe from him and lit it up, taking a long drag. I loved myself some T, having discovered it last year at uni. Held the first toke as long as I could before blowing back to Peter. James had clearly seen me, but was either horny at the thought or too high to care. He was playing with his dick while I was making over with Peter - hard, passionate kissing. I already said, Peter was in the Army. About 6', tanned all over, with a light smattering of hair. He was muscled, but not overly so, probably around 240lbs. He had a number of tattoos, my favourite being on the side of his stomach - a scorpion with a red tip. I've loved this scorpion since he started fucking my a year ago when he pozzed me up. When we stopped kissing, he whispered in my ear 'want to help me poz your big brother?'. I smiled. Took another drag on the pipe and this time bent down to James, lent in and blew the clouds into his mouth and kissed him, with him clearly receptive. I turned to Peter and nodded.

Part 8: Griff: Colin’s fist in buried in me and I’m in sheep ecstasy knowing he’s pummeling my guts with his rapid fire punches. Tom and Tag joined us after we’d been missing for an hour of depraved pozzing fucking and found Colin fisting me. Tag’s eyes widend. “Looks like you brotherlover wants to try, Tom, why don’t you open up his cunt with this.” Colin smirks at Tom as he throws him a massive dildo that had recently been up my wrecked cunt. That’s how I came to be side by side with Tag, making out as both our holes got destroyed by the men we loved the most. Colin pulled his hand out slowly before saying “I’m gonna fill u with my chempiss boy”. I grunted my need for his partied up urine deep in my guts and seconds later felt the shove of his cock in my hole. The heat of the warm piss filling me. A slight sting as the chems infiltrated my torn up cunt. “Now I have to go too” I said. “Shoot that chem stream” Colin ordered jerking my cock and pointing it in tags direction. “I want to drink it” Tag declared. “It’s too bitter, baby. The chems effect the flavor.” “Then Colin will hold me down while your force me. I want it. Feed me your chem piss.” Colin grunted a feral grunt of approval. I looked to him as he nodded. Tag gleefully took my cock in his mouth and the warmth of his tongue proved to much I let my stream go as Colin held his head in place forcing him to drink. He sputtered some back onto my crotch which I rubbed onto myself. Luxuriating in my own filth. I looked to Tom who brought a finger to his lip in secrecy. Then I looked down as he lined his meth covered cock up next to the large dildo already impaling Tag. As tag was swallowing Colin had me pause me stream long enough to give Tag a hit of Poppers. And just after in one thrust Tom impaled him. Double penetrating alongside the silicone wonder. Tag moaned at the welcome intrusion, the stretch and the burn from the tina. I finished my stream. As Tim said “now I’m filling your hole with MY piss, bro.” Tag was in heavan. I was envious of how high he was getting til I turned back to Colin. As if he was a mind reader he was bringing a fresh point to my vein. register. Rush. FUUUUUUUUCKKKKK. By morning every single debauched thing had been achieved. Tag and Tom told Griff and Colin of their plan to move away. Build a life together where no one knows they are brothers. Be husbands. Be everything. They left around noon. I looked to Colin. My master, my future. “What do you think, slave” ”I think I’m the happiest I’ve ever been” ”Today’s Sunday but tomorrow I’m taking you to city hall and making this permanent. We’re beating them to the alter.” “Good.” ”and your getting your biohazard tat as soon as you test poz” ”Yes, sir. What now?!” ”Well. They may be gone. But our party is just getting started.” Colin said. Pulling out two fat points and pushing down his jockstrap so his thick, beautiful cock fell out. Fuck. Yes. THE END

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....

My dad was the first one to open me up. It was like 3 months of stretching and preparing before I was able to take all of him inside me and it felt like I was going to split in half! Absolute best moment of our lives!!

A few nights ago I decided to get a massage with a happy ending. It was a very, very, happy ending too. After a brief massage, he started working on my hole with his fingers to get my hole ready. This guy had a thick 7.5 cut cock that he really knew how to use. He fucked my for about 15 minutes before I asked for a break. This was a longer than usual fuck for me. He re-lubed my hole went back to banging me nice and hard. I had a hands free orgasm - something that usually happens when I'm fucked by a bigger cock. After about a grand total of 25 minutes in my hole he dumped a load in me that was leaking out of me until I got back to my hotel. It was so nice to get fucked for a long time. The hands free cum was nice too. However, it's getting fucked is what I'm still thinking about everyday for the last four days.

It just kind of naturally happened after my mom and him got divorced and she moved out of state. He raised me by myself since I was 9. But yeah, I am super lucky to have a dad that was open to teaching me things and then exploring our feelings together.

It was a nice relaxing weekend. Thought I would go wild either Friday or Saturday night but wasn’t feeling it so didn’t go out. Had a nice hike with a forest fuck on the Saturday. Sunday started slow but then one thing lead to another and had a bunch of nice fucks including a repeat with the heavy cummer twink with a total of 6 loads. Now I’m struggling to keep the loads inside on the bus ride home and my jeans smell like cum and have a small stain in the ass crack 💦

Drew has been fucked by his Dad several times now. They’re both cool with it and Drew fucking loves being seeded by his Dad and his Daddy. I love watching them fuck. I’ve sucked his Dad’s cock but have not taken a load from him yet. Yeah I’d love to get my arse seeded by both of them. Definitely gunna try for it. I also want to watch his Dad taking a cock.

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.

The very first cock to penetrate my virgin man pussy was a Latino man’s uncut 6.5inch cock. I had a super tight hole and I struggled at first. I don’t think he used any lube, just spit, eating me out, fingering me and his precum. Eventually I was able to take it. He shot two loads in me that day, the second load was very hot. He took his time and my hole was slick from his first load. I had a whole body anal orgasm which was mind-blowing. It felt better than anything I ever experienced before.

Elsewhere on BZ I've talked about men needing to ejaculate 21 times a month for optimal prostate health. That's based on one of the studies referenced here.

Jason’s thumb swiped absently across the screen of his phone, the glow of the hookup app casting a faint blue light on his face. It was a Friday night, and the apartment was quiet, too quiet for his liking. Jimmy, his roommate, was out—something about a late shift at the bar—leaving Jason to his own devices. He scrolled through profiles, his eyes glazing over the usual array of gym selfies and vague bios. Then, a face caught his attention. Dan. Early 30s, clean-cut, with a smile that hinted at something wilder beneath the surface. Jason’s pulse quickened as he read the bio: “Bareback only. Love taking cum. No strings, just fun.” Perfect. He swiped right without hesitation, his heart pounding with anticipation. The match was instant, and Jason’s fingers flew across the screen as he typed out a message. “Hey, you free tonight? I’m hosting.” The response came within seconds, a simple “On my way” that sent a jolt of excitement through him. Jason set his phone down, standing up to pace the living room. The apartment was a mess—clothes strewn across the couch, dishes in the sink—but he didn’t care. This wasn’t about impressing Dan; it was about what was about to happen. The buzzer rang, and Jason’s breath hitched. He smoothed his hair, took a deep breath, and pressed the intercom. “Third floor,” he said, his voice steady despite the thrill coursing through him. Moments later, the door opened, and Dan stepped inside. He was even better in person—broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and eyes that locked onto Jason’s with an intensity that made his stomach flip. “Hey,” Dan said, his voice low and smooth. “You must be Jason.” “Yeah, come on in.” Jason stepped aside, gesturing for Dan to enter. The apartment felt smaller with Dan in it, the air charged with unspoken desire. “Want a drink or something?” Dan shook his head, his gaze roaming over Jason’s body. “Let’s skip the small talk. I’m here for one thing.” Jason smirked, feeling a surge of dominance. “Follow me.” He led Dan down the narrow hallway to his bedroom, the anticipation building with every step. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the city lights. Jason turned to face Dan, his heart racing as he took in the man before him. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice firm but laced with desire. Dan’s lips curled into a smirk as he began to undress, his movements deliberate and confident. His shirt came off first, revealing a lean, muscular torso. Jason’s eyes trailed down, taking in the defined abs and the faint trail of hair leading downward. Dan’s jeans followed, pooling at his feet, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Jason’s breath quickened as he stepped closer, his hands itching to touch. “You too,” Dan said, his voice husky. Jason obeyed, peeling off his own shirt and jeans, revealing the biohazard tattoo on his hip—a reminder of his love for risk. Dan’s eyes widened, his gaze lingering on the ink before meeting Jason’s eyes again. Jason made a mental note of his interest. Jason shivered at the touch, his desire spiking. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. Dan complied, lying back on the bed and spreading his legs slightly, his boxers tented with anticipation. Jason’s eyes darkened as he approached, his hands moving to grip Dan’s hips. He growled, leaning down to press a kiss to Dan’s stomach. Dan let out a soft groan, his hands tangling in Jason’s hair as he pulled him closer. “Do what you want with me,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he trailed kisses down Dan’s body, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Dan’s breath hitched, his body arching off the bed as Jason’s mouth hovered over his cock. But Jason had other plans. He pressed a kiss to Dan’s thigh before moving lower, his tongue tracing the curve of Dan’s ass. “Fuck,” Dan gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as Jason’s mouth made contact with his hole. Jason took his time, his tongue circling, probing, savoring the taste of Dan’s skin. He moaned against the tight entrance, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he deepened the contact, his tongue pushing inside. Dan’s body trembled, his cock leaking pre-cum as he surrendered to the pleasure. “Jason… fuck me,” Dan pleaded, his voice desperate. Jason pulled away, his eyes locking onto Dan’s as he reached for the lube on the nightstand. He coated his fingers, his gaze never leaving Dan’s as he pressed a digit inside, prepping him slowly. Dan’s breath came in sharp gasps, his body tightening around Jason’s finger as he added a second, stretching him further. He tossed Dan a bottle of poppers and Dan huffed. “Ready for me?” Jason asked, his voice thick with desire. Dan nodded, his eyes glazed with need. “Fuck me. Bareback. Just like you wanted.” Jason’s cock twitched at the words, his hand wrapping around it as he positioned himself at Dan’s entrance. He thrust forward, sinking into the tight heat with a groan, his eyes rolling back at the sensation. Dan’s body clenched around him, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as Jason began to move, his hips snapping in a steady rhythm. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Jason growled, his hands gripping Dan’s hips as he pounded into him. Dan’s breath came in short, sharp bursts, his cock throbbing between them as Jason fucked him with relentless intensity. Jason leaned down, pressing a kiss to Dan’s shoulder as he changed angles, hitting a spot deep inside that had Dan crying out. “Harder,” Dan demanded, his hands gripping Jason’s shoulders. Jason obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more primal. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Jason’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he fucked Dan with abandon. As they moved, the missionary position allowing their bodies to press together, a sound from the living room made them pause. Jason froze, his heart pounding as he listened to the faint noise of the front door opening. “What was that?” Dan asked, his voice tight with tension. Jason smirked, his hand tangling in Dan’s hair as he pulled him closer. “Just my roommate Jimmy getting home. Don’t worry, he won’t interrupt us.” Dan’s eyes widened, but he nodded, his body relaxing as Jason resumed his thrusts. The knowledge that they were being watched—or could be—only added to the thrill. Jason’s hips snapped harder, his cock throbbing as he felt his release building. “I’m close,” Dan gasped, his hand wrapping around his own cock as he stroked himself in time with Jason’s thrusts. "Me too," said Jason. Then he stared deep into Dan's eyes and let pulses of cum loose deep in Dan's cunt. “Cum for me,” Jason commanded, his voice hoarse with need. “Fill your hand with your cum while I’m still inside you.” Dan’s body tensed, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as he obeyed, his cock pulsing as he came, ropes of cum spilling over his hand. Jason’s eyes darkened, his own release crashing over him as he thrust deep, his cock twitching as he filled Dan with his seed. “Fuck,” Jason groaned, his forehead pressing against Dan’s as he rode out his orgasm. They lay there for a moment, their breaths syncing as they came down from the high. Jason pulled out slowly, his cock slipping from Dan’s body with a wet sound. Dan let out a soft sigh, his hand still gripping his spent cock as he looked up at Jason with a satisfied smile. “That was… incredible,” Dan murmured, his voice laced with awe. Jason smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Dan’s lips. “Glad you enjoyed it.” They dressed in silence, the tension between them still palpable as they made their way to the kitchen. Jimmy was there, lounging shirtless on a stool, his eyes narrowing as he took in Dan’s disheveled appearance. “Hey,” Jason said, his voice casual as he introduced them. “Jimmy, this is Dan. Dan, Jimmy.” Jimmy’s gaze lingered on Dan, his lips curling into a smirk. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his tone laced with underlying intent. Dan nodded, his eyes flicking between Jason and Jimmy as he sensed the unspoken dynamic between them. “Likewise,” he replied, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. Jason stepped closer to Jimmy, his hand resting on his roommate’s shoulder in a silent claim. “Dan was just leaving,” he said, his voice firm. Dan nodded, his eyes meeting Jason’s for a brief moment before he turned to leave. The door closed behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Jimmy turned to Jason, his smirk widening. “He’s a looker. PrEP slut?” Jason’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned in, his voice low. “For now. I think he could be our next project.” Jimmy’s eyes darkened, his hand reaching out to grip Jason’s hip. “Now you’re talking,” he murmured, his voice thick with promise.

Outdoor one.

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

Great penis

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

Assume you mean this chap? He's hot. And it's Eddy. You should be able to find him quite easily on Google.

What a great “old fashioned” love story that is also wonderfully piggy kind of like a delightfully XXX rated Disney fairy tale

I took this picture after having taken some video clips of me pushing out the compliments (I refer to a load as a compliment) I had received earlier.

I love to get fucked by the guys at my local bath house. One is a cute short Hispanic guy cute dick hot charged loads. He fucks me breeds me and leaves me to get fucked. Other is his coworker at the check in window. Older gentleman beautiful huge think cock that loves to fuck my cum filled hole. 😈

As a top, cumdumps are the boys i prefer. I'll choose the loose sloppy cunts over the tight virging hole. Sluts have fewer limits, and you can be filthier with them. I whore out my partners, cannot be monogamous. So i enjoy fucking other sluts when they're whored out by their owner. Especially fucking his loaded hole in front of his man is such a turn on. Make him moan and beg, see his owner get hard looking at random dude breeding his boy. Keep up the good work pig

Freshly bred hole in Minnesota.

Hi guys, this was yesterday afternoon. Enjoy! I did.

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 just realized that I should use the first reference photo from the author to create Dalton. So here are the versions based on the first photo of this thread: First meeting at the van: At the pool: Come over for his first Tina: Drop the towel. “Would it be cool if I smoked a little more?” Dalton's first dick Dalton turned into submission: Dalton transformed after the weekend: Or transformed 10 years later: The hottest stud in town: But also the hottest slampig as well:

worth the wait definitely, and what a hot way for Jeff to learn what he is made for

Looks like a lot of us are into this. LOL It's so hot - who wouldn't be into this?

Bottomed Anon for a Top who liked uncleaned natural hole. After he was done and left I got up and looked in the mirror. It was... not clean at all. He might have opened the second hole, not sure. He text me later saying that's exactly what he wants and the more the better. Not exactly my things but taking an Anon load is so lol

The bookstore on Tennessee in Redlands is almost exclusively male and they have gloryholes. There's Stan's Two in Rowland Heights (LA) that has theater, private rooms and arcade with gloryholes. It can be hit or miss, but I've had fun there too. Jolar is my go to in San Diego, but occassionally Adult Depot (on Kurtz) and the store on Barnett can be fun. Shame, there used to be really fun gloryholes in SD (a lot of military guys), but they covered them up years ago!

I stopped counting around 150. That was when I was 18. By 19 I had already started living with a Daddy for what would be a year total. It was my sophomore year of college. He had me fucked by around another 50. It was usually a new stranger every week. After I moved out I was able to find probably 2 to 3 new daddies a week to fuck me. I lived in Phx and the amount of visiting daddy tops in the early 2000's was really amazing. I kept up like that for years. Sometimes it might be 1 new top for the week and another weel I'd meet a half a dozen in a weekend... if spring training or Barrett Jackson was happening, I was usually busy going from hotel to hotel all weekend. 🙂 I miss my teens and 20's.

By the time I finished college I had lost count. What was so nuts is that I used to try and remember their first name and where I hooked up with them. This was before the time of phone apps or even hook up sites, I found men at college, in certain areas of the city I lived in, and yes the numerous ABS scattered in the downtown area. I went to the baths, which were a convenient walk from the bars I went to. My home town really wasn't into "carding" like you see today. so it was not difficult for a 19 year old to get into a bar or club. I went out both Friday and Saturday evening from the time I was actually 18, so even if I met one new guy a night the numbers just added up. Take into account the fact that during the week I went to the gym, so I scored there, and Sunday afternoons were a good time to find guys as well. I counted the guys I shot a load with. Doesn't matter if it was anal or oral, if I would cum, he made the list. Tbh, when I sit down and try to calculate the number of guys I have hooked up with it makes me sick to my stomach, not kidding.

He's 6" cut, almost 6" around, the same as i grew to be. I loved sucking him right away. I was 12 at the time, so it really hurt the first two times he fucked me, but it was so worth it, and I'm really glad I got used to it in a couple more weeks.

I have visited Basement sauna many times, over many years. Perfectly described that I can imagine the dark room and the side room he was in being used in. Such a horny story of his experience. Basement is perfect for those with an STD fetish, I would say I have caught over 90% of my STD's in there over the years. Fuck I love sleazy saunas.

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

Part 3 Little did I know, he planned on putting his new possession to good use. * * * Several minutes passed, both of us basking in the pleasure of our own post-fucking fog. I was enjoying the feel of his weight on top of me, the feel of his cock still filling my hole, but slowly losing its hardness and girth. As his hardon subsided, I could feel the cum he had just deposited in my hole make his cock slippery and hasten its withdrawal from my ass. When finally the head slipped from my cum-filled ass, he lifted himself off of me, so I immediately turned around and went down on his softening cock. I could taste his cum and the metallic taste of blood – no question, he had torn my hole. The taste of his cock, seasoned with our co-mingling fluids, was intoxicating, and naturally I drank it in. But soon enough I had completely cleaned his cock and I began to prepare myself mentally for the inevitable signal from him that we were done and it was time for me to go. But as I started to pull myself up, I heard him say, “Come here boy” as he patted the space on the mattress next to him. I scrambled up next to him and he pulled me close. “I’m not done with you yet, boy,” he growled in my ear, “I have plans for that hole of yours. It belongs to me tonight.” I’m sure the pride and pleasure that I felt at his words showed clearly on my face as I nodded my agreement. As I nestled in next to him, he reached for his bag and a cup sitting on a stand next to the bed. From his bag he pulled a small bottle and unscrewed the top – it was one of those eye-dropper tops, and he quickly filled the dropper with a squeeze and measured several drops into the cup. He topped this off with a couple of splashes from a bottle of Gatorade that was also sitting on the stand, and then handed it to me. “Drink,” was all he said. I took the cup and gulped the contents down. As we waited for the cocktail to take effect, we once again shared his pipe and he coached me through repeated deep draws alternated with shotgunned hits of his smoke. Needless to say, in about half an hour, I was once again high as a fucking kite. “I think you’re ready boy,” he said at some point and he stood up and assisted me to my feet. He wrapped his towel around his waist and assisted me with mine. He then grabbed a second bag from the foot of his bed and put his room key in a small side pocket of the bad. He took my key from me and put it in the same pocket, “I’ll hold on to this for you boy, you’re not going anywhere for awhile.” I just nodded. He grinned at me, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “This is gonna be fun!” And with that he opened the door and guided me into the hallway. He directed me toward the public play area and negotiated our way through the maze like corridors and the bodies of men in various states of sexual congress to one of the public slings. He stripped my towel from my waist and ordered “Get in.” In my chemically-altered state, I needed his assistance to position myself in the sling. He helped me get my feet through the loops of the stirrups and to position my ass at the edge of the sling – with legs spread and ass placed, I was in the perfect position to get fucked. But Daddy wasn’t done. As I rested my head on the back of the sling and closed my eyes temporarily to enjoy the high I was feeling, he began going through his bag and I heard the distinct clinking sound of cuff. Before I knew it, he had secured one wrist through a set of cuffs and clicked the cuffs to one of the chains of the sling. Quickly and expertly his did the same to my other wrists. Then, making sure to use his body to obscure what he was doing from any onlookers, I felt him push something small and hard into my ass and then a quick cool tingling sensation – I know at once he had injected my hole with another booty bump. The angle of the sling caused the tina laced fluid to flow deeper into my bowels, and I began to feel the effects almost immediately. I needed to get fucked!