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Part 1 It is early Thursday morning and I am finishing packing my bag for the visit back home. This trip is for my brother’s wedding, for which I am his best man. My flight is in a few hours taking me from the big city life I have been living for the last 6 years (4 in college and now 2 working) back to my rural home town where the population of the whole town is less then the number of people that live with in a block of my apartment. I wouldn’t say I hate visiting home, but I will say there is definitely a reason I moved across the country for college and stayed there. Being gay in small town American is not fun. By the way, I am Samson but I go by Smith (my middle name). I am 24 years old, 6’2 and lean with good muscle definition and six pack abs. I have short light brown hair and green eyes. I was blessed with a nice fat 8.5 in dick (cut) that has a set of heavy balls hanging below them and a nice bubble butt (with a tight hole). I got lucky with genetics but I also workout 6 days a week. I have the boy next door look going for me and lots of times people are surprised to find out I am gay. They are even more surprised when they find out I am kinky toxic poz pig. When I got to college I really embraced my gayness and fucked and got fucked as much as I could. It started out safe but quickly changed to me becoming a raw only guy. My first raw fuck happened about a month into school when I was tipsy at a party and didn’t have a condom but had a perfect twink hole in front of me. He wanted it and I couldn’t resist. I ended up nutting in him as he begged for my cum. That was pretty much the end of condoms for me. I wasn’t on prep because I didn’t want to use my insurance that I got through my parents to pay for it and then they see it and my mom to go crazy about me having unprotected sex. Plus it was a hassle and I like all guys that age thought I was invisible. I got knocked up by a senior frat guy (Kenny) the begining of my sophomore year. We had meet in the college gym a few days after the year began. I noticed him when I entered the gym. He was tall, very fit, super handsome mixed guy with a little more muscle than me. I thought he was straight even after asked me about my workout and then asked to do the rest of our workout together. As we showered after our work out I tied, key work there, to sneakily get a look at his meat. It was big, fat, uncut and the same caramel color as the rest of his skin with a small bush of hair above the base of his dick. It hung heavy over his balls and made my mouth water. It had to of been 5 in soft. Well he caught me and called me out for looking. I tried to apologize. He told me the only way he would accept my apology is if I followed him home and let him own my hole. Of course I said yes. We finished up our shower and walked to his frat house. We went straight up to his room and starting making out right away, stripping each others of our clothes the minute the door closed. He had me sit on his face to eat my hole as I sucked on his now 9in fat uncut dick. After a while he bent me over the bed and worked that monster into my ass slowly. Inch by inch. We didn’t discuss status or even think of condoms. He bottomed out and then sat there as he kissed my back, neck, and ear. After I adjusted to his monster dick he fucked me hard and deep with long strokes. Making me moan as he stretched me open and his dick hit my prostate. He was the first person to open my second hole too. That felt so good when he did it. He fucked me for a long time in multiple positions. He deposited his cum I me 3 times that afternoon. Then we cuddled naked and watched some sports on his tv till I had to head home to do my assignment. After that we became fuck buddies. A couple months later when I got sick with flu like symptoms he told me I should go test and went to the appointment with me. When it came back I was positive he helped me get home as I was a mess. After I clammed down and realized it wasn’t the end of the world I asked him how he knew I could have gotten HIV. He told me he knew because he was poz, had been for a while, and not started on meds. That sent me into a bit of frenzy but he managed to talk me down. He then planted the seeds of the gifting/chasing poz fetish in my brain. With his help my horizons expanded from vanilla sex to freaky kinky piggy sex. He also convinced me not to go on meds. I also never told my family about my infection. I figured they didn’t need to know or worry. By the time Kenny graduated I was a pozzing pig like him, he even got me to help him stealth poz a freshman the night before his graduation. He taught me so much. It was sad he moved away, but we still see each other and fuck at least once a year when he visits the city. But back to the present, I visit home 2-3 times a year and it’s always nice to see my parents, brother, and sister. But by the end of my trip I am definitely ready to leave. Me and my brother are the only ones in my family that have lived outside our southern conservative state, let alone outside a 20 mile radius of our small town. After he finished college last year my brother, Mike who is 23, and his soon to be wife, Beth also 23, moved back home and set up house to live out her perfect family with the picket fence fantasy. My brother is pretty chill and Beth is alright but a little to stepford wannabe for me. But as long as he is happy, I am behind him. I order my Lyft to the airport. A few minutes later a nice lady pulled up and we chatted as she took me to the airport. The trip through security and boarding went smooth. The whole flight the hot twink flight attendant flirted with me, giving me his number before we got off the plane. I flew into the nearest city to my home town which was still a 2 hours from my home. He whispered to me he had the next 3 days off and he lived here a little outside the city. He was about half way from the airport to my parents place. I figured it be a good get away to go and pump his hole full of my toxic babies if my family got to be to much. I texted his number and told him I was in town for a wedding but if I had time I would let him know. He was very happy about the possibility and sent me some hot pics of him naked and his nice ass and sweet pink hole. I sent back a few choice pics to him. I went into the airport and my uncle James was there to pick me up. “Hey there bud, hope the flight was good. Your Dad is busy with the set up in the barn for the reception (we no longer had horses so it was repurposed for family gatherings and events) and your mom is still cleaning house. So they sent me to get you.” He said as he wrapped me in a hug and then lead me to baggage claim. He was the same height as me but much bulkier. He was very much the muscle head guy. Had a home gym and worked out religiously. He would be a muscle bear if he were gay. We chatted more and caught up as we got my bags and walked to the truck. The conversation continued as we drove home with the occasional spaces of comfortable silence. When we got to the house Mike and 4 other guys were outside the barn unloading chairs from a truck. I realized the guys were the rest of his groomsmen. There was our cousin Mark, two of Mike’s best college friends Tim and Dennis, and Beth’s brother Steven (who I had only meet a few times but got major closeted vibes from). I got out of the truck and said hello to everyone , hugging my brother and cousin and shaking hands with the rest. I told them I would help after I got my stuff in the house. As I turned around to get my luggage my dad (who is a bear of a man at 6’5 with a beer belly and arms as strong as iron he got from working construction) wrapped me in a hug and kissed me on the cheek. He never failed to show affection to his sons like other blue collar guys here in the south did. Which I loved because there was almost no better place to be than in one of his bear hugs, it always made life better. He welcomed me home and then in his true fashion told me to grab some chairs and come help set up. I was about to tell him I need to take my luggage in and say hi to mom when she walked up giving me a hug then sticking her cheek out for a kiss, which I gladly did. She told me we’d catch up later and that she and James would take my bags in then he would bring out some ice tea and help us finish up. We spent the next few hours getting things set up and making sure the barn was ready for the coming festivities. All of us cutting up like a group of jocks and frat brothers would. I was included in on the ribbing and joking. They had no problem teasing me, even if about gay sex. We all would bash back and forth. One interesting thing that happened as we were setting up was that Steven (who was 20 only about 5’8 and very hairy - think otterish) would find ways to “accidentally” rub up against me. His ass against my hand, his crotch against my ass, even crotch to crotch once. When it happen he’d give me a quick devilish smile and move on. In that moment I knew I’d have him before I left. After the work was done we all went up to the house and Dad started to get dinner ready, he was the better cook between him and mom, plus he enjoyed it more so he did the majority of the cooking. We all helped around the house with the chores mom set us to do as dinner was cooking. Finally sitting down to eat around 6. Well all of us minus Steven who went to Mike and Beth’s place to be with their family for dinner. Mike was staying here until after the wedding so he “didn’t see the bride” before the big day. My sister Mary and her husband Tom (both in late 20s) couldn’t make it over that night as both were working night shift. But this was their last night working before the wedding so we’d see them tomorrow afternoon after they got off work and had a nap. After dinner we helped clean up and uncle James and Mark went home. Dad, mom, Mike, and I sat and talked and caught up. It was almost like we were kids. Dad, Mark, and I even moved the furniture back and wrestled like we used to. All of us went to state in our weight classes in high school and nightly practices were common back then. It was more fun then those practices because this time as it was just a us having a few beers and playing around. Of course dad beat us both. Me and Mark tied pretty much. Then we both tried to surprise attack dad together but he showed us he still had it and took us both down. We were all laughing hard, even mom, as he stood above us flexing his huge arms with his shirt off and his big hairy chest heaving imitating the “wrestlers” on tv. Even for a guy in his 50s he was built and strong as he’d ever been. We settled down after that and all watched a little tv. Then I excused myself to my room around 10. As I was stripping down in the bathroom me and Mark shared growing up (Jack n’ Jill style with a door to each bedroom) I looked at my phone for the first time since I got to the farm. The twink flight attendant had sent a few more texts including a few vids of him getting drilled raw which was hot. There was also a few texts from friends wanting to make weekend plans (which I reminded them I was out of town). But the most interesting was from Steven. He had sent me a message (he must of got my number from Beth) that told me he was glad to see me again. Followed by a full frontal nude of him in what I pretty sure was the guest bathroom at Mike’s house. He was not skinny but not fat just a flat belly and some muscle on him but not a lot. He had a hairy chest, happy trail and a big bush above a half hard dick. With his beard and shaggy hair he was a text book definition of an otter. He followed it up with, “I hope to be able to show you this in person before the weekend is out” I responded with a pic of me standing there half hard in my boxers with my dick head poking out of the boxer’s slit replying, “Oh we will have to make that happen! Let’s talk about it tomorrow morning. Meet me at Well’s park in the morning around 9. There is a storage building there by the ballfields that has a spot in it we can play.” I had used that building a lot for hookups growing up and even as recently as the last time I visited when I took a load from a hot local married daddy who didn’t recognize me but I knew was the owner of the local pizza place. It was the prefect place to fuck. I had the key from when I was a player on the baseball team but also helped coach with the equipment. I pretended I lost the key and continued to use it for visits home. Steven replied and agreed to meet me within 3 minutes. He asked for directions to the park and where the ball fields were so I sent him the information and told him to ready for a hot fuck. His only response was a picture of his fully hard beer can thick 7 in dick dripping cum. My dick jumped with anticipation!! I was so hard thinking about pozzing my soon to be brother in law I came within 3 mins of jerking my dick in the shower. Then laid down and fell asleep in seconds. —————————————— Thank you all for reading. This will be multiple chapters. This first chapter was mainly to set the backstory and get what’s to come ready. Don’t worry there will be more in depth sex in the coming chapters. Hope you all like it!

Andy and Toby had always been closely connected. Only 18 months separated the two brothers, who grew up with their parents in Austria. Their mother came to Europe from Australia for love, married young, and worked as a nurse after the two boys were out of the biggest challenges. The sons had to learn to stand on their own feet early on and take care of each other, especially after their mother's early death from cancer and their father's frequent business trips worldwide. As a result, they grew even closer together. They shared a room and spent their youth together. They were both part of a competitive swimming team. What they didn't know about each other was that the increasingly athletic shape of the swimmer's body played a stimulating role in the brother's mind when he masturbated. Shortly after Toby turned 18, he had another reason to celebrate, as he graduated from school. Their father invited him to join him on a 2-week business trip to New York and while the two older men were staying together in the United States, Andy had to finish his school year. Andy However, he was more than happy about it, as he had the house to himself for 2 weeks and could pursue his curiosity undisturbed. On his way to swimming practice, he had to switch buses at the train station. In the weeks before, he had noticed during the waiting time that the small annex near the bus stop was frequented by shy men. He knew it was a bathroom, but he wanted to find out why so many men visited it. He had a suspicion that excited him greatly, but he wanted certainty. That's why he seized the first opportunity that presented itself and instead of continuing to training, he did as the men did and disappeared into the door. The light was dim and he was glad that he could steal into the first cabin right away. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, he recognized on the walls the graffiti and messages of the numerous guys who had been there before him. This and the ambience and the stench of piss and dirty flap made his piston grow immediately and he couldn't resist his urge, opened his pants and freed his cock. With 19x5 cm when extended, he was actually very satisfied with his equipment. His brother - at least from what he knew from the locker room and in the Speedo - could say the same about himself. And as with every jerk off, he had to think involuntarily in the flap how it would be to have his piston in his hand, but that of his older brother. But something was different. Andy had to realize involuntarily that he wondered if Toby's cock would exude a similarly horny aroma that prevailed on the flap, He closed his eyes and horned up at the idea of kneeling in front of him on the filthy floor, and watching with a horny and greedy look as Toby freed the fat hard cock and shoved it into his face. Even though Andy had been nailing his girlfriend regularly for about 2 years, he couldn't deny that he was only because in his imagination he would be the piece that was just being - by his brother. And even though his girlfriend got her money's worth through the regular and frequent fucks and she liked to be violently scolded by him, he had to realize that it was not a phase in which he fantasized about sex with men, because with every time he fucked, he was confirmed to be a faggot himself. At first he was ashamed of himself, but the shame first became indifference and finally a desire and desire to the point of an instinct to which he wanted to surrender at all costs. At this thought, the juice rose up in him and his fat load shot out of him and clapped audibly to the floor in the cabin. With an unprecedented, he collected the with his fingers from his piston to lick it off with relish. Only now did he notice the eyes watching him through a hole in the wall to the next cabin. Surprisingly, he enjoyed this and suddenly felt the need to give the peeping boy a great show. The pockmarked hardness of his part confirmed him, because although he had just spat off fat, he was rock hard. His show did not miss its target and with heavy moans, the stranger next door also lost his slime on the floor. Andy pulled up his pants and found that they were now soaked with the damp bottom of the flap and his load. Somehow relieved, he decided that he had better skip the training today and, as he was, should rather go home again. When he got on the bus, he immediately became horny again at the thought, when he realized where he had just been and why he didn't just exude an aroma of sweat on this summer day. but also smelled of the smells of a flap. He could hardly wait to close the door behind him at home and indulge in his again. In addition to the. that he was absolutely ratty he also had to piss and since he didn't have to fear anyone at home, he lay down in the bathtub in clothes, took out his pisser and let the piss run first and soaked himself dripping with it. Immediately he had to think of the flap and his brother's beating and how much he would like to wallow in the golden brother shower. Even though it was already the second sperm harvesting that day, he had the feeling that this snotting was even more intense and the load even greater. Soaked with fresh and im-dried piss. Loaded with sperm and completely drenched in sweat, he looked down at himself and had to grin involuntarily. "Fuck, I'm probably a piece of dirt that wants to do it with guys," he said to himself. As if liberated, he removed the traces of his newly lived out instinct - except for his Speedo, which he used as underpants and his white socks. He put them on his bed. He had the feeling that she would give him another situation later. At the same time, he decided that he had to somehow make it clear to his girlfriend as soon as possible to look for a new engraver, because like her, he also wanted to suck cocks and swallow sperm or feel cocks inside him. It horned him that she liked to be just slutty and literally demanded his cock. Today, however, he had become aware of two things: He wanted to do exactly that and the following day he would disappear into the flap again. However, he wanted to go soon after school to spend as much time as possible there. The fact that he actually had swimming training didn't matter to him now.

got my babies into a young 23 year old smooth asian twink this past weekend, said he normally doesnt fuck older guys (I'm 43) but said my cock looked too good. walked in, he was face down ass up with that hot little hole waiting. didn't know his name or anything about him except I'm almost double his age. hit little magic hole drained me dry

CONTINUED After a moment, the porch light came on and my uncle opened the door, unlike the previous night, he was fully clothed, but his muscled body fit his cloths perfectly. He said, “Hey, how are you. Welcome, come in.” Steve and I stepped through the door and proceeded to the couch. My uncle asked, “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” I replied, “This is Steve, he is Jeff’s friend. The two of them spoke earlier today and we though we might stop by after work. I hope that isn’t a problem.” He replied, “Not at all, I just hope you’re not all worked out.” Slyly Steve said, “I’m just starting to get worked up.” My uncle responded, “Could I offer you two a drink?” I said, “A drink? How about a couple of drinks?” My uncle replied, “I see its in the genes.” I said, “I luv what’s in our jeans. In both of your jeans!” Next words out of my uncles mouth was, “Looks like I better make all our drinks a double. Jack fine?” I said, “Absolutely” as we followed him into the kitchen where it all began the night before. I sat in one chair while Steve, the blond muscle stud cook, leaned back in the other chair with his legs spread wide and a grin on his face. My uncle returned with the Daniels for us, we saluted each other and began to drink. As Steve took a drink with the glass in his right hand, his left hand began to slowly message his crotch. As he did, you could see a hard outline of the monster cock he wielded begin to grow. It was no wonder he was so popular at school. He knew exactly what he was doing and he had honed his craft. Uncle said, “So what you two up to?” Steve quickly replied, “No good.” Uncle replied, “Sounds good to me.” I said, “Sounds fantastic to me.” “So Steve, what do you like to do?” He replied, “I like to get my cock sucked and then jam it in a hole and work it hard.” Uncle responded, “Right to the point. So you’re a top? I’m a top too.” I thought, there goes my hole again. Still sore from the night before, I took another stiff belt of Jack Daniels. As we talked, it turned out that Steve, a player, had fucked a number of the college bros at the local university. His treasure trail was well worn. I looked over again at his crotch and with all the rubbing, he now had a wet spot in his jeans where his cock ended. I turned to him and said, “My muscles require high protein intake.” He said, “Come and get some.” I got out of my chair, knelt on the floor before him, unbuttoned his jean and discovered he wasn’t wearing any boxers. His tanned, smooth young man meat popped out and stood erect. I quickly opened wide and wrapped my tongue and lips around his shaft. The sweet taste of precum filled my senses as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his impaler. As I began to work his man tool, he removed his shirt exposing a carved smooth muscled chest with tan nipples. At the same moment, my uncle removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. The young stud looked over and saw the older stud and in that moment he recognized that he had met his future self, the ultimate Alpha males. He would arrogantly show his developed fucking skills, while at the same time, watch the older stud and learn techniques only years of experience could provide. Steve grabbed the back of my head and shoved me head down to the base of his muscle cock and began to work my throat. As he began to face fuck me, he turned an grinned at my uncle. My uncle stood up, turned and walked out of the kitchen. Steve let go of my head and I moved to lick his light blond treasure trail up to his chest. I swirled my tongue around his nipples and licked the cavern between his muscle chest. This young alpha male had earned his cockiness. He was hot, knew he was hot, and enjoyed working his sexuality. His lean chiseled wrestlers bod oozed total dominator. As I stood to remove my cloths, I turned and saw my uncle standing in the doorway, naked, not yet erect, but ready to go another round. The 31 year old stud alpha male’s presence demanded attention. He watched as I stripped and then reached for some more Daniel’s. Steve remained leaning back in the chair, his cock at full mast. My uncle motioned for us to go to the front room. I knew what that meant and my hole flexed. Steve stood up, grabbed some Daniel’s for himself, and we went to the living room. As we approached the couch, I noticed lube and poppers on the coffee table. Not hesitating, I reach for the poppers and opened the bottle. Placing my finger to one side of my nose I hot a strong sniff, knowing that I needed to relax my hole for the pounding that was about to occur. Steve reached for lube and thoroughly rubbed a generous coating on his cock and then sat on the sofa. At that moment I realized that all the teasing in the galley at work was over, I was about to get railed by the young stud. I turned and as I moved over his cock, he grabbed my hips and worked my hole down to his base. Still loose from the night before I was ready for a thrashing. His strong hands pulling my body down on his cock, and bodily strength thrusting his meat upwards caused me to gasp for air and groan. As Steve began to dominate my hole, I looked over and saw my uncle beginning to rub his monster cock. Round two was about to begin. He walked over, pulled me off Steve’s cock, turned me around and I began to clean the tool which I had ridden. As I did leaned over I felt an even larger weapon at the entrance to my hole. I knew exactly what that meant. As Steve once more grabbed by head and force his meat down my throat, I felt my uncle’s cock enter my hole and begin to drive deep. Caught between two alpha males I was not going to walk right for a week. As my uncle continued to thrust deep the slapping of his balls against my ass was a sound that got me harder and harder. I could taste Steve getting close as the pre-cum salted my lips. I swirled my tongue around his enormous cock and his force on my head grew more aggressive. As he arched back, he began to shot his load. I sucked down each drop. Pulled my head off so that I could see cum dripping of the tip and licked each protein filled drop off his shaft. I continued to suck is as he moaned. Not long after my uncle’s firm hands on my hips got tighter as he began to shoot his load deep down my guts. Thrusting back and forth I could feel his cock pumping load after load into my sloppy hole. The top alpha male was teaching the younger alpha how to properly use a man. As he pulled out I could feel my hole gaping wide as the cum dripped down my leg. I reach back with my hand to scoop up his hot load and licked my hand tasting every warm cum bit of his man juice. As lay exhausted on the coach, my uncle told Steve next up was a foursome with his friend. For this, we would go downstairs to the dungeon.

A pig ive fucked with over the years, and who stopped by my office earlier this year. Was reminded of he s desire to tast my cock. So we arranged another office visit. When he arrived, i put my hand around the back of his neck. And told him to kneel. Which he did. Then stepped away to a chair. Then told him to look at me, as i undressed. His blue eye were locked. I sat down, and said, “Come”. He crawl over. for about the next 40m he filled his mouth with my cock. Worshiping it. He definitely one of these pigs for black men. I told he couldn't climax til i was done. As i drew closer, i had kick his had away from his cock. And reminded him to focus on me. i soon unload down his throat. Which he dazed in. Before i told him he could finish himself.

This weekend, I went to a Horse Fair with a prison twist in London. My first to such event. You choose to be an inmate(similar to a mare in other events), guards(stallion) or trustees(stable lads). Inmates must choose a red hood(bb) or white hood(condom). I was an inmate with red hood. First we stripped naked. Harnesses, rings or cages are allowed. We put on a prison orange jumpsuit. Then we were taken into the main room. This was huge with an industrial cold look. Rows of benches ready for mass fucking. Wow! Scary or exciting? Next we were hand-cuffed. A blackout eye mask is put on followed by the red hood. This stage was tense - fears, anxious and horny. Heard a guy shouted out to change his hood from red to white. I think 90% were wearing red. We were groped roughly by different hands before the orange jumpsuit was removed. Then I was told to bend down on a bench. Within minutes, my hole took a raw cock, then another, and another, it went on and on. I lost count but I think total for the night was about 15 to 20, some may be repeats, I don’t nor care. I probably took about 4 to 6 loads. Other than fucking, I was ordered by a guard to suck including some of the inmates. After an hour or so, I used the safe word to take a toilet break. A trustee guided me there where I was then allowed to remove my hood and mask. I noticed my hole was leaking cum profusely. As the trustee prepared to take me back to the mainroom, he said I should lubed up before returning. I told him I have tons of cum in me already. He checked fingering my hole and ordered me to suck him a bit. Nice moment. Afterthoughts - my personal thoughts, I know others will have own opinions: - the experience of being a fuckhole for countless anonymous tops is surreal. You hear grunting and feel cocks pulsating, then you know they are enjoying your slutty hole. You focus on the cocks taking turn to fuck you. - the comradeships with the other inmates was fun. Holding each others hands as we were being fucked endlessly. Towards the end when hoods were removed, I fucked a cub. - I would have liked to be ordered to felch those cum filled holes and be felched myself. - When changing to leave, good to see all the satisfied faces on those hot used bodies. - I will definitely go again, hopefully less anxious next time. As amazing as it was, I won’t say this beats everything else for me personally but we need variety. I am thankful such experience is accessible. Kudos to the organisers. Berlin next month … 🐷

Part 3: It was about a week later when I came crawling back to BBRT. I'd spent the first day or two pretending it never happened, the next two telling myself he was just fantasizing like me, and the next few dying to find out if he was for real. I reopened the site, logged in, unblocked his account, and searched for his profile. He was still there, still grinning in his profile picture, with most of his thick cock just outside the frame. He was online. I took a breath, then wrote a message. ”Hey man. Sorry I blocked you, I freaked out for a second the other day. Hope there's no hard feelings. What are you up to?" Thank god he was on now, I'm not sure how long I would have been able to wait for a reply. I smiled when I saw the new message notification. "It's OK, boy. You said you were new, after all. You know what you want in your heart, even if you're not quite ready to accept it yet. I've been there. Anyway, I'm well, about to head out to a bar and grab a beer. My balls are full, but I usually find good ass whenever I go to this place. If you're not doing anything other than jerking off, you should come meet me. I don't bite." As I finished reading his message, I saw that he'd unlocked his pictures. They were even hotter than I imagined. His thick cock buried to the bush in 3 different bottoms. Tattoos on his thick arms and broad shoulders. Shit. Was I going to do this? "Thanks 😛 lol I hear you. I'm feeling thirsty. Where are you going, and when are you gonna be there?" A few minutes passed. “Attaboy. The Eagle, half an hour. I'll be wearing a hoodie, shorts, black nikes and a chain. Come find me." I could make that work. I didn't reply. It was like I was on autopilot. Before I knew it, I was showered, getting in my car, driving over, and finding a parking spot. As I turned the car off, jumped out and locked the door behind me, it began to sink in. What in the fuck was I doing? I unlocked the car, got back in, paused for a moment, and got back out. Fuck. I walked towards the entrance and fished out my ID and some cash just in case, but no one was at the entrance. The bar was decently busy, with a good amount of guys in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Hoodie, shorts, nikes, chain. Where was he? Anonymity was a blessing and a curse. Yes, I had my instructions on how to find him, but finding him meant walking around the bar and eye fucking half the guys there. I tried not to be obvious as I sized people up. I started with the shoes so I'd have some plausible deniability, but that meant when I had a match and moved up to shorts, it'd look like I was checking out their bulges and asses. Which, let's be honest, I also did. I was fucking horny. At least two guys caught me looking and laughed or winked, but I tried to hide my blushing and kept searching. After a few minutes, I decided beer first, random hot guy later. He may not have even made it. Maybe he flaked, and I'd head home and see my profile blocked on BBRT too. I could have a drink here, relax, go home, jerk off, and let this all go. But as I walked in to the dim indoor section, I saw the outline of a guy casually leaning by the bar, beer bottle in hand. I looked down. Black nikes. Higher up now. Shorts. BIG bulge. Fuck. Was he commando? Hoodie. Check. As I checked for a chain, I looked up and saw his piercing eyes staring back at me. My brain fried for a second. He grinned, untucked the chain from his under his hoodie, and walked up to me. Fuck. ”Hey boy. You look thirsty. Need a drink?"

Ten Years Later… Chapter 1. Ten years ago I took part in my first orgy. I was in college and had a boyfriend back at school, but was out of town on a summer job. I wound up at a 4th of July party with a bunch of hot guys. After a few strong bourbons that went down too quickly, I found myself a bit tipsy in the back yard with four other guys. Peter and Karl were a couple, another, Sam, was visiting for the weekend, and John, on whom I had a secret crush, was a probably about fifteen years older than the rest of us, oh, and he had a very nice, tight body. We all laughed and chatted telling our outrageous stories of exploring gay sex. Sam, the guy from New York was by far the most experienced among us. Sam hinted how piggy he could be, and the older guy told him to prove it. Right there, in front of anyone who cared to see, he dropped to his knees and started tonguing John’s hardening dick through his pants. John stood him up and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching over for Pete’s crotch. Karl was a bit surprised and swatted his hand away. Pete gave his boyfriend a look as if to say, “Let’s just go with it,” and reached over to grab my dick through my pants. We all made out with each other until Sam invited us all back to his hotel. We walked, quickly, over to the hotel, me in between Sam and John as they both groped my ass, followed by Pete and Karl who were whispering about how far they wanted to go with any group action. Karl didn’t seem to want to share his boyfriend with the group, but Pete was into it. We got to the hotel and Sam had us all strip one by one as he fished out our dicks and sucked our dicks. He managed to get both my cock and John’s cock down his throat simultaneously. It felt so good having my cock sliding against this older guy I had had a crush on for weeks. John maneuvered me to Sam’s ass and taught me how to rim. We licked and fingered Sam’s hole while he alternated between Pete and Karl’s dicks. Sam was moaning as John’s stubbly face ground against his hole. “Somebody FUCK me!” he cried out. John stood me up as Sam scooted to the edge of the bed. He guided my dick into Sam’s hole with one hand on my cock and another at my ass. “What about a condom?” I asked. At this point in my life, I had only had sex with one or two guys, and always safe. Sam pulled off of Pete’s monster dick and asked "Will I catch anything from you?" I shook my head no, and without a word, Sam went back to sucking Pete as John guided my bare cock into Sam's ass. Sam groaned as I bottomed out inside him, and I remember thinking 'Fuck, this feels so good' and honestly I had never known how smooth and silky an ass could feel. I probably only lasted two minutes before I felt my cum stirring in my balls. John could tell I was tensing up and as I tried to back out of Sam, John stood right behind me, with his hard slimy cock working up and down my crack. He wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t pull out! John leaned forward and whispered, “Breed him boy. Get that cunt really wet for me.” With that, I came, shooting the biggest load of my life deep into Sam’s ass. I was trembling as John shoved me away and down onto the bed. John slid easily into Sam as he shoved his hips back to meet John’s thrusts. Pete and Karl descended on my cummy dick, and together, the two of them cleaned my cock of ass juice and cum. Sharing those two boyfriends, who had such an intense bond with each other, was so damned sexy. Sam was groaning, and with his mouth free, talking dirtier than I had ever heard anyone talk. “Gonna fill me up? What’s your name again? Give me your load, you stud!” That talk pushed John over the edge and he fired off into Sam, adding his load to the cummy mix brewing in his guts. When John was finished, he pulled out slowly and the boyfriends devoured his dick. Sam caught his breath and lined Pete and Karl up side by side on the bed on their backs. He squatted over Pete’s dick and rode it for a few strokes before pulling off and riding Karl. He switched back and forth a few times as John stood behind me and tweaked my nipples. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, guiding me to my knees between Karl’s legs as he did the same between Pete’s legs. With Sam bouncing up and down on Pete’s cock, he held Sam’s shoulders down and slid his dick in alongside Pete. Sam screeched with a mix of joy and pain as his ass spread to accommodate two big cocks in him. He stayed still and let the guys below him do the work. He then stood up and lowered himself onto Karl’s cock. John motioned to me to slide in as well, so I did. It felt so tight and so slippery. When Sam couldn’t take it any more, he lay down on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders. Pete mounted Sam and jackhammered into his man pussy. As he approached orgasm, he looked around for Karl, “Can I cum in him? Can I fill him up?” Karl climbed up behind him, grinding his dick into his boyfriend’s ass, preventing him from pulling out. “Is that as 'yes'?” Sam asked. Karl and Pete called out together, “Fuck yeah!” And with that, Pete slammed into Sam’s ass shooting off his load, but he had to get out of Karl’s way quickly as Karl slid into Sam’s hole and came only seconds later. When Karl pulled out, there was a stream of cum dripping out of Sam’s ass. Sam spread his ass cheeks apart and fingered his ass. An unbelievable amount of cum seeped down his hairy crack and onto the sheets. John knelt down and started licking it up. When he had a mouth, and beard, full, he slithered up to Sam’s mouth and dropped a huge wad of cum into his mouth. Fuck, that was hot. Sam went back to New York the next day, and I didn’t play together with John or the boyfriends Pete and Karl again that summer. I did hear that Karl and Pete broke up a few weeks later. And I went back to my boyfriend at school, never telling him that something had been unleashed within me. I started seeking out porn with internal cumshots and creampies. I started seeking out bareback sex videos and orgies and gangbangs. I wanted that freedom again that I had felt that amazing night. This was all before the advent of social media, so I fell out of touch with those guys. Years later, I became 'friends' with them online and reconnected. I wasn’t surprised when most of us had moved to New York. I ran into Sam a few times around town, and once at the beach. When I saw him with his shirt off, I was shocked at how much slimmer he had become. I was also shocked by the biohazard tattoo now emblazoned around his navel. I remarked on it, asking him when he had become POZ, and he told me it happened about ten years ago. I thought back to that night and wondered if he had already been POZZED when we had had our orgy. A few months later, I ran into John on the subway. Damn, he looked good, hotter than ever. His beard was impeccably groomed and this guy was quite the daddy. John seemed more bulky and muscled, with his t-shirt clinging to his wide hairy pecs. I noticed that he too had a new tattoo, and tribal armband that upon closer inspection was interlocking biohazard symbols. I remarked on it, and he just laughed, saying that he was surprised I wasn’t POZ too. He told me that he’d been POZ at least ten years and that he loved breeding NEG boys. I wondered if he had POZZED Sam that night ten years ago when we had had our orgy. He suggested that we get together sometime soon and maybe we could make up for lost time. Fuck, I was practically weak at the knees. Only a few weeks ago, I got a message from Pete online. He messaged me that he was 'being naughty'. In short, he was high was a kite, taking loads, and wanted me to come over and fuck him. I was rock-hard instantaneously. He told me that he liked to rub some drugs into his ass and take cum. I asked if he was still NEG, and he replied, “LOL. Nope. Not for a long time.” Unfortunately I was busy with work, so I couldn’t sneak away and go fuck him. So far, the only boy who wasn’t part of that five-way that doesn’t live in New York is Karl. I looked him up online, and he’s married, to a woman, living in the Midwest raising a family. Seems like he’s not fucking guys any more, at least not publicly, so he’s out of the running. Otherwise, I’d love to have a five-way to mark when I realized what I’ve always been: a cum whore who, as it turns out, craves POZ cum. And I know just the three guys to give it to me. To be continued…

The steam swirled around Dan and Craig, clinging to their skin like a second layer. Water dripped from Craig’s tattooed arm, the ink a roadmap of his life’s stories, each one a testament to his unapologetic existence. Dan’s gaze lingered on the intricate designs, his mind racing with questions he wasn’t sure he wanted answered. Craig’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory, as he leaned in, his voice low and laced with challenge. “Ready for more, or are you gonna keep staring at my arm like it’s got the answers?” Dan’s cheeks flushed, but he held Craig’s gaze, feeling a surge of defiance. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. Craig’s eyes glinted with approval, and he clapped a hand on Dan’s shoulder, the gesture both reassuring and possessive. “That’s the spirit. Let’s get out of here. I’ve got a place in mind where the action’s hotter than this sauna.” They dried off quickly, the air outside the showers cool against their damp skin. Craig led the way through the maze of corridors, his stride confident, as if he owned the place. Dan followed, his heart pounding with anticipation. The baths had already given him a taste of anonymity and raw desire, but Craig’s presence made it feel like he was stepping into uncharted territory. “Where are we going?” Dan asked, his voice barely audible over the hum of conversation around them. Craig shot him a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk. “Somewhere private. A place where you can let loose without worrying about prying eyes.” The destination turned out to be a small, dimly lit room tucked away in a corner of the baths. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the walls were adorned with mirrors that reflected fragmented images of the bodies moving in sync. Craig pushed open the door, and Dan hesitated, his pulse quickening. “This is it,” Craig said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Time to see what you’re made of.” Inside, the room was sparse, with a single mattress on the floor and a few scattered pillows. The walls were bare except for a few faded posters of men in various states of undress. Craig closed the door behind them, the click echoing in the confined space. “Take off your towel,” he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind. Dan obeyed, his fingers trembling as he dropped the skimpy cloth. Craig watched him with an intensity that made Dan’s skin prickle. When Dan was naked, Craig stepped closer, his gaze roaming over Dan’s body like a conqueror surveying his prize. “You’re a quick study,” Craig murmured, his breath warm against Dan’s ear. “But we’re just getting started.” Craig’s hands were rough as they gripped Dan’s hips, pulling him closer. Dan could feel the heat radiating from Craig’s body, his presence overwhelming. Craig’s lips brushed against Dan’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “On your knees,” Craig whispered, his voice a command Dan couldn’t refuse. Dan dropped to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest. Craig’s cock was already hard, thick and uncut, the head glistening with pre-cum. Dan hesitated for a moment, his mind flashing back to Jimmy’s words about collecting cum, about keeping his ass roughed up. It was on that advice Dan had made plans with Craig to hit the baths together. His hesitation was fleeting. He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Craig’s cock, savoring the taste of him. Craig groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him with a firm but gentle grip. “That’s it,” Craig murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all. Not often I top Dan, but when I do I've got high standards. Show me what you’ve learned.” Dan obeyed, his mouth working in rhythm, his tongue swirling around the head of Craig’s cock. Craig’s hands tightened in his hair, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Dan closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation, the taste of Craig’s skin, the sound of his ragged breaths. “Enough,” Craig growled, pulling away abruptly. Dan looked up, his lips swollen and slick, his gaze questioning. Craig smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Time for the main event. On the bed, on your hands and knees.” Dan scrambled to obey, his body trembling with anticipation. Craig positioned himself behind him, his hands gripping Dan’s hips tightly. “Relax,” Craig murmured, his breath hot against Dan’s ear. “This is gonna hurt, but you’ll like it.” Dan took a deep breath, steeling himself as Craig’s cock pressed against his entrance. There was no lube, no preparation, just the raw, unfiltered sensation of Craig pushing inside him. Dan gasped, his nails digging into the mattress as Craig thrust forward, filling him completely. “Fuck,” Craig groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. “You’re so wet. How many loads did you take in the darkroom?” "Five, I think," Dan whimpered, his body adjusting to the stretch, the burn slowly giving way to a different kind of ache. Craig began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder. The mattress creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the small room. “Say it,” Craig demanded, his voice harsh. “Say you want it.” Dan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his mind clouded with pleasure. “I want it,” he managed, his voice barely audible. “I want—” “Louder,” Craig growled, slamming into him with renewed force. “I want it!” Dan cried, his voice echoing off the walls. “I want your cum! Fill me up!” Craig’s thrusts became frantic, his body tensing as he neared the edge. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just like Jimmy said.” Dan didn’t respond, his mind blank as pleasure consumed him. Craig’s cock twitched inside him, and Dan felt the hot rush of more cum flooding his hole, filling him to the brim. Craig groaned, his body collapsing onto Dan’s back, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. For a moment, they lay there, Craig’s weight heavy on Dan’s body, the silence broken only by their labored breathing. Then Craig pulled out, the sound wet and obscene, and Dan felt the cum spill out of him, pooling on the mattress. Craig rolled off, a satisfied smirk on his face as he lay back on the bed. Dan turned to look at him, his body still trembling, his mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Craig’s gaze was soft, almost tender, as he reached out to stroke Dan’s cheek. “You did good,” he said, his voice low. “Jimmy was right about you.” Dan’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jimmy’s name. He felt a surge of pride, mixed with a lingering sense of unease. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Craig’s smirk returned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Next? We’re just getting started. But first, let’s clean you up. You’re a mess.” Dan glanced down at his cum-stained body, a flush creeping up his neck. Craig chuckled, pushing himself up from the bed. “Come on. The showers are calling.” As they left the room, Dan felt a strange sense of calm wash over him, despite the chaos of his thoughts. Craig’s words echoed in his mind: You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Dan couldn’t deny it. He was. And as they stepped back into the steamy haze of the showers, he knew this was just the beginning. Here he was hanging out with a poz Adonis, a fellow slut. It made him feel powerful. Dan locked eyes with a tatted daddy across the shower room. As the daddy stroked his cock, Dan stuck a couple of fingers in his well fucked ass and put them in his mouth. "Go, enjoy," Craig said, as the daddy walked past them out of the showers. Dan did just that.

i think there's one in dallas from time to time -- as a breeding top I'd love to go and sample all those holes. Knowing I can just bounce from hole to hole trying them all out, no pressure to perform or cum, find the one that feels right and let him have the first round of babies. And of course being able to say I slid my cock into 10+ strangers in the span of like 30 min and the bonus of being watched having unprotected sex by so many strangers, yeah sounds so fun.

Coach Sanders 2 I must’ve blacked out because when I came to, Coach wasn’t in the room. I was wrecked. And goddamn, I felt it. Should’ve panicked. Should’ve curled up and lost it. But I didn’t. I smiled. Remembered I came to him. My hand slid down to my hole. Butt plug was still in me. Fuck, it felt good to be plugged up. Meant Coach’s load was still in me. Suddenly, I heard him at the door. “You’re back. How you feeling?” he smiled, giving me the once over. He stepped in, leaned against the frame. Eyes stayed on me. Could tell he liked what he saw. I just lay there. Played with my hole. Waited for whatever came next. He stood there, looked at me like that. So I said it. Straight out told him. Wanted to be poz. Wanted him to know I still meant it. Made sure he knew it wasn’t just the Tina talking. Yeah, I’d figured it out. He’d booty bumped me. And I liked how it made me feel. But told him I felt like crap. Coach didn’t say a word at first. Just stood there, listening. “Comes with the territory,” he said, handing me a glass of OJ, and sat down. “First time can knock you sideways.” He played with my hole while I drank. Then pulled out the plug. I moaned. Felt empty. I stretched out, opened up for him. He saw it. Grinned. “Hungry hole on you, huh?” I didn’t need to answer. He knew. His hand moved down, spread my hole. Checked to see if I was leaking. He chuckled, flexed his fingers. Told me I’d taken it all in. Then he opened the drawer. Pulled out a glass pipe, held it up between us. “This’ll help,” he growled. “I’ve got more loads. You’ll take’em all.” “Fuck yeah, Coach,” I moaned, watching the pipe catch the light. “Please.” “You ever smoked one of these?” he asked, brushing the bowl with his thumb. I shook my head. He smiled. “Watch close.” Then he lit it, drew in. Held it. Let the white smoke drift out. He passed it to me, the stem still warm from it. From the smoke. From his lips. I took it, fingers brushed his. Coach leaned in. Told me to take a hit. Hold it. Let it sit. I did. He gave the nod. I let it go. Cloud spread between us. He gave another nod. Kind that said I wasn’t done yet. “You want more, boy,” Coach said, telling me my truth. “Don’t pretend you don’t. Deeper this time.” Said he wanted me to feel it. I lifted the pipe again. He lit it. I breathed in the way he’d shown me. It burned sharper now but didn’t hold back. Wanted to show him I could take it. Wanted to feel it settle the way he said it would. He put his hand on my shoulder. Squeeze told me I was doing it right. He watched me hold the cloud. Testing how far I’d go. My lungs were full, pecs tight. He liked that. The look said it all. I was getting the feel for the pipe. Tina was kicking in. All I could think of was getting another load. I blew out. He leaned in, slow. Rubbed the warm bowl on my bulge. “You’re learning fast,” he said, watching me get hard. “Gotta another load ready for you, boy.” His mouth brushed mine. Soft at first, then deeper. Our tongues met, rough and hungry. But his took control. Slipped past my lips. Taste of the cloud still on his tongue, sharp and thick. His hard cock rubbed my abs. I looked down. Saw it pulsing. Tattoo was right there. Clear as day. “Goddamn,” he grunted. “You got me so hard. No hiding it now.” “Naw,” I groaned. “Don’t need to. Ever. Fucking breed me.” “Sit on it,” he barked, holding up a bottle of poppers. “Ride it.” I grabbed it. Took a couple of hits. Spread my cheeks and went down. Felt him splitting me open. Shit, it felt like home. Where I belonged. Tina was making my hole twitch, wanted cock. It was all the way in. The look on his face told me it felt good wrapped around his cock. I leaned in. Kissed him. Felt his cock grow even more. I broke the kiss. Started fucking myself. Pushed Up. Down. Did squats. Coach grabbed my pecs. Fingers twisted, pulled at my nips. I moaned. Felt the pain connected with my hole. He saw my reaction, smiled. I whimpered. Kept up the fucking. Tightened my hole, slid on his shaft. He was getting close. I could see it. Could feel it. He grabbed the sheet with his fists. “Feel that?” he growled. “You’re not leaving ‘til you’re pozzed. Ya hear me, boy?” “Shit yeah!” I moaned. “Don’t wanna, Coach.” “Fucking beautiful musclejock. Show me. Lats wide, pecs steady,” he growled. “Show me everything” I flared my lats, wide and clean. He lifted his hands, grabbed my pecs. Pulled on my nips. I groaned. Held the pose. Breath tight. Muscles stretched. His palms skimmed down my ribs. Fingers traced the flare, slow and firm. Mapped every inch. He looked at me, started fucking. My hole was on fire from the clouds. From his fuck. From my nips. I grabbed them. Pinched them with my fingernails. Fuck! “Fucking gotta work on those,” he grunted, pushing me on my back. “Your pecs’ll pop even harder with a big set of nips. “Work’em!” I moaned, tightening my grip on them. Fucking surge went through me. Down to my hole. “Fuck, I’m close,” he panted, sweat dripping, soaking the sheet. “You gonna be ready for Coach’s cock, boy? Anytime I want it?” “Fuck, Coach,” I told him, “Anytime.” Coach roared, shooting deep inside me. I couldn’t take it anymore. Hole tightened on his shaft. My cock exploded. Soaked my crusted pouch with another load. He was on top of me, panting. Pulled out. My hole dripped. Gaped. He grabbed a bigger plug. I nodded. Had to make sure it took he said. It stretched me out even more. Locked in the load. He sat back, smiled. “Clean,” he ordered, waving his cock at me. “You do it after every load. Got that?” I crawled to him. “Yeah, Coach,” I answered, seeing my juices dripping off it. Went down on him. Lips, tongue around his cock. Deep and messy. I grunted. Tasted it. “Goddamn jockpig,” he smiled. “Fucking taste your hole.” We kept going. Didn’t leave his place. Coach kept me high. Kept me full of loads. At some point it happened. Don’t remember when. Don’t even know how many days I’d been there. Coach said he was taking me to the gym. Not the one he gave me the membership for, but another. Already arranged it. I couldn’t say no, not that I would’ve. He handed me a pair of old sneakers. Told me I didn’t need anything else. The smell hit hard. I sniffed it, deep. Sweat, musk, something else hit me. I checked the size. Size 11. Same as mine. Figured it belonged to one of his other boys. Yeah, by then knew I wasn’t the only one. Not that it would’ve mattered. "Come on, boy," Coach said, grinning, looking me over. I had the look now. Strapped up, hole ready for more. “Next phase starts now.” He didn’t wait. Grabbed the keys. Headed for the garage. I followed. Jockstrap clung to me, sweat cooling, muscles tight. He opened the car door, waited. I climbed in. Skin bare to the seat. The leather stuck to me. Warm. Slick. Coach got in without a word. Just started the car. We didn’t talk on the drive. His hand played with my plug. Windows were tinted. No one could see. But felt exposed anyway like he wanted me that way. We pulled up to a brick building with no sign out front. No windows. Just a steel door and a keypad. Coach punched in the code. Didn’t look at me. Just said, “My DNA is taking over. You know that, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Just walked in, expected me to follow. I did. Inside, it was dark. Not pitch black but dim. The air was thick, warm. Smelled like iron. Sweat. The floor was concrete. Scuffed and stained. Walls bare except for hooks and straps. Just racks, bars, chains, and a couple beat up benches. Everything stripped down to basics. He told me to hit a set. Get pumped. I was already shredded. Dehydrated. Been with him long enough it showed. Skin tight over muscle, everything cut and sharp. I knew what the pump would do. Fill me out. Make every line pop. Every vein rise. I’d look unreal. I stepped up, grabbed the bar. Felt the cold steel press into my palms. My body was ready, still wired. I gave him everything. Didn’t hold back. Every rep I gave clean, every breath sharp. Muscles flared, veins high, like my skin couldn’t hold it all. Wanted him to see it. How far I’d go for him. No hesitation. No limit. If he asked for more, I’d give it. If he pushed, I’d take every bit. I wanted him to know I was his. Suddenly, the door opened on the other side of the room. Coach was beside me by the time it swung wide. I turned. Saw the smile on his face. Big. Proud. He stepped forward, raised his voice. “Guys, gather round,” he called out. They came in quick. Young jocks first, bodies pumped. All strapped. Some my age, some pushing 30. Then others came in. Not like the young ones. These had muscle settled in. Mid-thirties, forties maybe. Then came the older ones. Thick pecs, heavy arms, backs wide. Built like Coach. These guys looked me over without saying much, didn’t need to prove anything. Already had. These two wore gym clothes or just a jockstrap. A few were naked, stood easy. Coach squeezed my shoulder. “This is Ben. My new boy. Been loading him up since Friday.” A couple nodded. One of the older guys let out a low whistle. I stood there. Pecs out. Body pumped. Jock full. Heat in the room was thicker now. Eyes were on me. Could feel it. Coach stood next to me. In control. I stayed there. Didn’t hide anything. Didn’t want to. I’d done enough of that. One of the younger ones came up. He had size. Shoulders thick, arms pumped, pecs solid. Trained hard, no doubt. Skin smooth, hairless, like he’d shaved that morning. He clocked me fast. Eyes narrowed. Saw the difference. Saw I was bigger, fuller, sharper. But didn’t blink. Held onto his one edge. I still had hair. Was natural. He circled slow. Eyes dragging across my pecs. My arms, my legs, my ass. His jaw tightened. Not angry. Just trying to hide the envy. Saw it anyway. “So, you’re the new one,” he said, voice tense. “Coach said he was playing the long game. Waiting for the one.” I didn’t answer. Just held his stare. Let him take it in. My body spoke for itself. He reached out, fingers brushed my bicep. Not rough, not soft, just enough to feel the size. “Damn,” he muttered, admitting it. “He really built you right.” Coach watched from the side. Arms crossed. Said nothing. Let it play out. I saw the shift in the boy’s eyes now. Less challenge, more want. Wasn’t just sizing me up anymore. I held his stare, steady and open. Body still warm from the set. Skin flushed. Pecs rising slow. He was close now. Hands on my shoulders. I didn’t pull away. Leaned in just enough to let him know I felt it too. My hands moved to his waist. Pressed my fingers into the cut lines of his hips. “Not bad yourself,” I offered up, letting my touch say more. “Poz, yeah?” He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at me. Eyes steady. Lips parted. He moved closer. Nodded. “Why else would I be here,” he smirked. Coach stepped forward, eyes on both of us. Didn’t speak right away. Just looked. Took in the shift between us. His hand cupped my ass. “Greg’s one of mine. My last one. Graduated just before your freshman year. Gonna breed you. Pass the torch. Pass on my DNA.” You could see it in his face. Coach was proud of this one. Didn’t need to say it. The way he watched us said enough. Watched us feel each other like we couldn’t help it. We were both his work. We stood there together. Built right. Built to be seen. Built to be wanted. And we knew it. Guys were watching. Didn’t care they were. We kept touching. Let our hands explore. We were showing off. You could feel the tension rising. Guys were getting worked up. Waited to see what we’d do. “Good,” Coach said, stepping back. “Get to it, boys.” Greg leaned in. His mouth brushed mine. I kissed him back. Let it build. His hand gripped my pecs. Mine stayed on his waist. Both breathing harder now. Bodies close. Cocks getting harder. He tasted like sweat, salt. Mixed with clouds. His bulge pressed into mine. I pulled him tighter. Felt the way he fit against me. His hand moved to my hole. Felt the plug. Greg broke the kiss. Lips parted. Eyes dark, dilated. “How many you take?” he asked, pulling at it. “Got a 4-day load waiting for you.” I didn’t answer. Was a blur. I’d lost count. Just kissed him again. Slower this time. His hand gripped the plug. Pulled it out. I moaned. Kissed him deeper. “Fucker,” he growled, finger sliding in my hole. Not fast. Not soft. “Your hole was made for it.” He didn’t rush. Just let me feel him. I groaned. Begged him to breed me. He stepped back, nodding. Stood there. Showed me what he had to offer. Thighs solid, hips locked, cock stretched the pouch. “I was Coach’s last. Means I’m the one who breeds you next,” he grunted, dropping his jockstrap. “That’s how it works.” He grabbed me. Led me to one of the benches. Set me where he wanted me. On my back. On the edge. Legs spread. Hole ready. He stepped up. Cock hard, leaking toxic precum. There it was. Biohazard tattoo on top of the shaft. Didn’t have to hide it. No need. Was what he was bred for. That’s when Coach stepped in. Grabbed my wrist. Tied it to the stand. I didn’t know what was happening. Didn’t really care. Was gonna get Greg’s load. Coach did the other. Straps were snug, not tight. Just enough to hold me there. Greg stayed close, watched. Breathing slow. His hand slid up my thighs. Fingers circled the edge of my hole. Coach didn’t speak. Just wrapped a strap around my bicep. “Best part comes next,” Greg told me, almost growling. “Coach told me he’d do it tonight.” I figured it would happen at some point. Wasn’t stupid. Been high for days now. Just nodded, “Fucking do it. I want it.” I felt the prick. Held my breath. Saw the barrel fill up with blood. “Here it goes,” Coach grunted, pushing in the slam. It hit me, fast. Chest locked up. Heart kicked up fast, pounded in my chest. Throat went raw, scratchy. Everything got hazy. Thoughts scattered. But it felt good. Way too good. Was fully in it, no second thoughts. It had me. “Oh fuck,” I kept saying. Couldn’t stop myself. Just kept coming out. I tugged at the straps, not trying to get loose. Just needing something to hold onto. Greg rammed into me. Making sure to go deep. “You’re gone,” he laughed, holding his leaking cock. “Completely gone.” “Yeah, fucking give it to me. More,” I begged, not thinking about anything else but the load in his balls. He stepped up. The Tina had me open. Felt his cock at my hole. He grabbed at my pouch. Shoved it in. I lost it. Knew Coach wanted this. Planned it. Greg’s hands moved up my abs. Grabbed my nips. Tugged and pinched. My moans grew louder. He was completely in. Felt his cock press on my prostate. My cock jumped. “Aw fuck!” I whimpered. Then the breeding started. His cock pulled out. Deep growl came out of him. He punched back in. Hard. Fucked me like an animal. Made sure his cock landed solid. Like he wanted me to feel it for days. To never forget it. I bucked forward, breath caught. Cock hit me every time. Made me leak. Soaked my pouch. Coach scooped it up. Put his slimed finger to my lips. “Let him take you there,” Coach grunted, feeding it to me. My eyes rolled back. Tongue out. Accepted where I was going. I’d just be a hole now. Hole for any poz cock Coach chose. I gripped the cock. Greg’s thrusts slowed. Stretched out. “Fucking tight, bro,” he moaned. He kept it up. Pounded me. He was getting close. Started growling. Told him to give it to me. Felt him stiffen and pulse. Shake. “Goddamn fuck. Can’t hold back,” he grunted, spewing his poz load in me. I wrapped my legs around him. Held him tight. Wanted every drop. His was the only the second cock to do it. Knew it wouldn’t be the last tonight. Coach stood there, watched. Cock at attention. The guys went crazy. Greg pulled out. Went to Coach, dropped. Took the scorpion in his mouth. “So I know those of you who don’t have my DNA want to experience my new musclejock. But tonight, this hole’s only for those who have it. No one else until it’s done,” Coach announced, stroking Greg’s face. There, Coach made it public. I was his. Muscle built for his DNA. To take it. Incubate it. And after what just happened, I knew I’d pass it on. Just like Greg. Just like some of the others lining up. There had to be. Again, not stupid. A round of groans and cheers filled the room. Then Coach grabbed Greg. Shoved him down. Started ramming his cock down Greg’s hole. Greg just stayed there. Didn’t have a problem taking it. Been taking it for years. I got jealous. Wanted the load. Begged Coach for it. He just kept it up. Gripped Greg harder. Fucking slowed but grew more intense. I knew what was coming. A poz load. For him. Not me. I begged harder. “Don’t worry, boy,” Coach grunted. “I’ll be fucking that hole of yours. This here’s a reward for this one. He’s been waiting a long time.” Greg just looked at me. Cock greased from my fuck. Eyes steady the whole time. Showed me he still mattered to Coach. Then Coach pulled out. Scorpion showing. Its tail ready to strike. “Fucking did good, boy!” Coach yelled, shoving it back in. “Here it is!” The guys went wild. Hollered. Clapped. Some had already started with each other. They were fucking, sucking. Couldn’t help it. Others begged for a chance with me. “I know, I know,” he laughed, eyes scanning the crowd. “But give it time. When it’s official, he’ll be back, begging for any poz cock. Until then, Greg’s here. Use him. Play amongst yourselves.” Then another guy walked up. Older. Shorts and a tight polo. Not as old as Coach. More like 40s. Coach didn’t wait. Pushed Greg to the side. Went to new guy. They kissed, hard. Coach’s hand gripped the back of his neck, held him there. Rough. It was possession. Coach owned him. Made sure I saw it. Greg watched, jaw tight, eyes low. He knew what it meant. Then he got up. Anger in his eyes. Closed the space between us. “Not done with you yet, fucker. Face up,” Greg growled, refusing to be left out. I did what he said. Slimed cock now at my lips. “Take it.” He gobbed a wad on it. I opened up. Took it in. Started cleaning. Tasted my hole like Coach taught me. Coach ignored him. Didn't want to deal with it. Just kept on kissing. Coach finally broke it. Kept his hand on new guy. “Pete,” Coach said. Just said it like he was stating a fact. “My first. He coaches at a top prep school on the East Coast.” Coach looked at me, letting it land. His pride sat heavy. Letting me know I was part of something bigger. Pete moved between my thighs. Looked at me, eyes steady, mouth still wet. Coach’s hand stayed on his neck, fingers curled. Pete shifted, just enough to show he was ready. Waited for the signal. Coach gave it. “Fucking sloppy hole,” Pete growled, fingering it. Wiped up part of the dripping load. Tasted it. “Shit yeah.” He spread me open. Wanted to see how much I could take. Then gave me a wicked smile, “He wanted me here for a reason. You’ll see why.” Pete unzipped his shorts. Didn’t bother to drop them. His cock was fucking huge! Solid, surrounded by pubes. Wide Jacob’s ladder ran down under the shaft. Tatted. Scorpion holding biohazard in its claws on top. He hadn’t been a boy in a long time. Was one of Coach’s studs now. I lifted my hips, Greg still in my mouth. Coach nodded, slow. Like I’d passed another test. I wanted it. Wanted to feel it shred my hole. Pete rammed into me. Didn’t bother to warn me. Pain made me scream. Loud. Coach watched, eyes sharp, jaw set. He was letting it all happen. But it was still his scene. His rules. “Fucking breed me,” I yelled out between the hurt. Then went back to Greg. Sucked him. Tried to take my mind off the pain. But it didn’t last. The slam had completely taken over. Made my hole ache in a good way. Let Pete know it was good. “FUCK!” Pete grunted, jabbing the ladder in. “Fucking better than any of the others.” Greg heard that. Flinched. Then grabbed my head. Shoved in, hard. It was personal now. I felt it. Piss spewed out, filled my mouth. I could taste it. Salty. Sharp. It lit something in me. Hot. Raw. Fuck it tasted good! Should’ve spit it out but didn’t. Swallowed. I was into it. Greg saw. His face shifted. No more anger. Something else. Like respect. He saw it now. Knew I deserved my spot in all this. He bent down, kissed me. We swapped piss. Then he gave me more. Pete watched. Impressed. Rammed my hole, harder. It dripped. Blood-tinged cum ran out on the concrete floor. Sametime, piss out my mouth. I begged for more. To fuck me harder. Give another load. More of Coach’s DNA. More piss. “Gonna fuck the shit out of ya, boy,” Pete growled, sweat pouring off him. The guys were into it. “Fucking musclejock! Take it! I want that hole!” they shouted. Filled the room with it. Pete kept at it. Rammed his cock in me. Was a fucking jackhammer. This was why he was here. Coach didn’t say a word. Just held himself back. Ready to stop it, if it got out of hand. I let Coach know I didn’t want it to stop. I pushed back. Fucked myself on Pete. Guys came closer. Circled us. Some stroked. Then Pete stiffened. “Shit!” he barked. Repeated it until he shot his load in my wrecked hole. Pete looked down at me, surprised how far he’d gone. That I just took it. No problem. He took a deep breath. Pulled out slowly. “Goddamn,” he panted, looking at Coach. “Not gonna lie. This is the one. If you don’t want him, I’ll take him. Get him into the Ivy close by. Have him there on my squad until he’s ready.” Coach only smiled. Pointed to another guy. Told him he was next. After that, I took more. Only thinking about loads. Coach kept me spun. Just enough to keep me going. Not enough to forget what was happening. Said he wanted me to remember it. Every fuck. Every load. At some point, Coach told me I’d had enough. His voice was final. No room to argue. Told him I wanted more. He knew that. That was the point. Coach plugged me. Then reached down, gripped my arm, helped me up. His touch was firm. Steady. I leaned into him, legs still shaky. He didn’t say anything. Just kept walking me to the exit. Like this was part of it. Like I was supposed to be seen. Said we were going home. I needed to rest up. It’d been a long week. Along the way, the guys stood back smiling. Some nodded. Some watched. Like they’d been through it themselves. Coach drove us home, quiet. One hand on the wheel, other resting on my thigh. He led me in, didn’t say much. The place was warm. He took off my jock. First time since I got there, naked. Nothing on. Totally exposed. He could see what shape I was in. Smiled. Took me to shower. Got in with me. Scrubbed me down, carefully. Dried and wrapped me in a towel, then helped me into bed. No pressure to take another load. Sheets were soft. Room still. He pulled the blanket over me, brushed my hair back. Stayed there a moment. Long enough for me to feel it. Then I slept. Felt like forever. I woke up slow. Sheets warm. Muscles sore in a good way. Coach’d been in the kitchen. Been up for hours. He heard me. Came in. Handed me juice. “You need to head out soon,” he said, checking my hole. “Parents’ll be back tomorrow.” I nodded, rubbed my face, tried to wake up. He tossed the jockstrap on the bed. The one I wore the whole time. “Leave the underwear,” he told me. “From now on, it’s jockstraps. You’re a musclejock now.” I looked at it in my hand. Was wet with a fresh load. Coach stood there, arms crossed. Waiting to see what I’d do. I nodded once, slow. It made sense. No more hiding. Just muscle. Don’t know what came over me next. I sniffed it. Licked it. Chewed it. Wanted to taste Coach. “Fucking jockpig,” he growled, "Can’t get enough loads, can ya.” I just grunted. Got up. Put it on. Coach stood back, satisfied. I’d proved I was his now. And looked the part. I got dressed in my street clothes. Coach walked me to the door. No speech. No long look. Handed me a gym bag full of jockstraps. Turned out later some were used. From the school locker room. He knew me. “You know what’s next,” was all he said, hand on my shoulder. I nodded. Stepped out. Sun was down again. Air felt different. Like I’d left something behind and picked up something better. The next days I stood taller. Pecs out. Shoulders set. I wasn’t trying. Just felt right. People noticed. I was a musclejock now. And it showed. It hit a couple of weeks later. My body heavy. Head fogged. Couldn’t keep food down. Could barely stand. I texted Coach. Said he wanted to see me. He showed up. Didn’t even ask. “Just checking in,” he told mom at the door. Mom smiled, stepped aside. “You were always there for him when he needed you. Good to see you back in his life,” she said. “Ben’s up in his room. Second door on the right.” Coach stepped in, nodded. “He’s one of mine,” he told her. Like that explained everything. Mom just smiled. He walked up the stairs, down the hall. Leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. That half-smile already there. I groaned, sat up slow. Felt like I’d been hit by a truck. He stepped in. Shut the door. Pulled the blanket off, sat on the edge of the bed. “Fucker,” he smiled, seeing me in a jock. I’d done what he told me. He played with my hole. “It took. You’ll bounce back. When you do, I’m taking you to make it official. Things’ve changed. You’ve got purpose. You’ve got me in you.” I let that sit. Nodded, wiped my face. My hole was coming back to life. “Shit yeah. Can’t wait, Coach. Must be it.” We sat there. Talked about what happened. Talked more about the time we spent apart. We settled everything. New start. I got tired, so he left. Told me to let him know when I felt better. Coach picked me up early that morning. Nodded. Pointed to the passenger seat. We didn’t talk much on the way. The clinic was quiet. Clean. He checked me in, sat beside me. They ran the test. Told me results would take a day or two. Coach didn’t seem worried. Said he knew the results. It was obvious. Just wanted to make it official like he told me. He dropped me home after. Told me to rest. Said he’d come back when it was time. I waited a day. Checked my phone. Still nothing. Felt anxious. Couldn’t sit still. Next day Coach texted. Results were in. Be ready in ten. Didn’t even think to ask why he got notified and not me. I sat quiet on the way. Hoping it really took. Not some stupid flu. We walked in. Nurse called my name. Coach stood first. Followed him into the room. Nurse handed over the envelope. Coach took it before I could. Told nurse to leave, he’d handle it. Coach opened it slow, read the results. Handed me the paper. I scanned it fast. Exhaled. Didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. I laughed. Couldn’t help it. Felt it in my chest, in my gut. I was poz! Coach watched me, nodding slow. “It’s official,” he grinned, hugging me. “You got my DNA, boy!” I nodded back, still laughing. “I’m a fucking poz musclejock, Coach!” He laughed. Grabbed my ass. Slapped it. “Damn right you are. My place.” The drive took forever. Coach tapped the wheel like he couldn’t wait. I just wanted another load. We finally got inside. He watched me strip to my jockstrap. “Nope,” he barked, surprising me. “This one. Always this one here.” He held the jockstrap out. Crusted, stained, stench reeking from it. The one I got pozzed in. The one I wore home when I left here. Bagged it up when I got home. Added a bunch of loads to it. But couldn’t find it later. Couldn’t ask mom. Figured she’d tossed it, too embarrassed to say anything. Coach told me he saw it in my room when came over. Snuck it out. Told me not to wash it. Ever. Would remind me getting pozzed. I nodded. Dropped the one I had on. Put on the one I would wear here. The smell hit me. Been stewing in the bag. I looked up at Coach. Grinned. “Best fucking smell. Ever.” I moaned, stepping up to him. Now hard. Marking the pouch more. Coach pulled me to him. Slipped a finger in my hole. I was prepped. Did what he told me. Always ready. I stood there, pecs rising, heart thudding, grinning. Told him I missed his cock. Been thinking about it. Been craving it. Not just his load. It fucking me. I tightened up. “Yeah?” Coach growled, “Been awhile, huh?” I nodded. Kissed him. Wanted to show him how grateful I was. For the workouts. For the pozzing. I pulled off his polo. Dropped to my knees, took off his shoes and socks. Unbuckled his belt. Unzipped his pants, pulled them down. He stood there. Naked. Hair everywhere. Pecs, arms, stomach, legs. Black mixed with gray, same as his beard, same as the tight crew cut on his head. His skin was sun-worn, deep tan lines with a few rough patches. And there it was. My first cock. The one that did it. He stepped in closer. Slid his cock across my lips. I took it in. Felt the scorpion sliding over my tongue. Its stinger leaking. Fuck! It tasted even better now. Knew its venom was finally flowing through my veins. Leaking from my cock. Had the proof. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Coach groaned, “Let’s celebrate.” I moaned. Knew exactly what he meant. Coach didn’t look back. Just walked to the bedroom. I followed behind. Saw the pipe on the nightstand, waiting for me. Shit! It’d been a while. “Go on, boy. Your folks know you’ll be here all weekend,” he said, hands sliding over my pecs, flicking my nips. “Said I was gonna get you started on a new program. Ready to compete.” I felt those words land. My voice cracked. “Didn’t think you saw that in me.” He nodded. “Yeah, that was always part of the plan.” Said it like it was obvious. Like I should’ve known. I swallowed hard, pecs tight. Wanted to prove him right. Prove to him I had what it took to compete. His fingers went lower, brushed my abs. Traced down my trail. Then he slipped his hand in my pouch. Held my junk. “Next step. Hair’s gotta go. Gonna get you smooth.” Voice thick now, “Ready to poz.” “Shit, yeah,” I moaned, remembering Greg. Smooth. Slick from sweat. I looked in the mirror. Imagined me shaved. No hair, just clean skin with hard lines. Pecs shaved down, gap cut deep. Glutes, my hole, smooth. Would all hit different. Every flex would show more. Every pump beg for attention. My bush? I trimmed it. Shaved? It’d pop. Guys wouldn’t just stare. Would beg for it! I grabbed the pipe, still buzzed from the news. Coach stood behind me. Cock at my hole. I slid the stem between my lips. Lit the bowl. Drew a cloud, just as his cock went in. “Fuck!” I gasped, letting out the cloud. I pushed back. Wanted him all the way in. We stood there. Cloud wrapped around us. I passed the pipe. He told me to do all I wanted. I smiled. Kept on. Felt it start to work. Coach’s cock throbbed in me. No rush to fuck this time. Didn’t need to. It’d happened. I passed him the pipe. He took a deep hit. Pulled his cock out and pushed back in one time. Then took another hit. Smoked out the bowl. I was ready. He grabbed me. Lifted me. Threw me on the bed. “Fuck. Please.” I begged. “Yeah?” he laughed, cock buried in me. “Still begging for it? Good boy. You’re hooked." He started fucking me. Stretched me open. It’d been a while. He dug in. Hit my spot. On the way in. On the way out. That's when I felt it. My hole throbbed. “DEEPER!” I yelled. Begged. Wanted him to plow into me. “Fuck your poz musclejock!” He kept it up. Felt every inch of his shaft in me. Fucked me harder. Deeper. Sound of our sweaty bodies slapping against each other filled the room. My head fell back, eyes rolled up. Clenched down hard to keep him inside. Coach growled, sped up the fucking. His balls pulled up. He tensed. “FUCKING SHIT!” he yelled, shooting into me. “TAKE IT!” I was too into it to move. Just felt him on top of me. Felt his weight pushing in me. Then he pulled out. I stayed there, breathing heavy, body wired. Still caught in it. Still wanting more. “We’re not done,” he growled, motioning to the bag of Tina. “Got all weekend.” I blinked up at him. Smiling. “And next time you come over,” he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you.” My stomach flipped. Not fear. Not nerves. Just wanting. He didn’t explain. Just packed the pipe.

Growing up I didn't know my father he had left my slut mom before I was born. Growing up with my mom was challenging to say the least bjt it's did give me a chance to learn to appreciate cock. I ended up bi not gay I ended up getting a girl pregnant and we married .luckily my wife doesn't only not mind me being with other men but enjoys seeing mr getting fucked by them. I was in my mid twenties when I finally met my father. I knie many people will think this is weird but after hearing my mom talk about what sex with my dad had been like several times i har a deep desire to experience it myself. To my fortune not only waw my dad bi he was also very kinky and on the day after our first meeting I found myself facedown byured in my pillow as he pounder me with his rather unique cock. We didn't see each other all that often in the following years but every time we did i ended up letting him use me. He was every bit as good a lover as my mom had said but he was also one of the few men that I let take me bare as he refused to wear condoms A few years ago his dislike o condoms came back to haunt him as he tested positive after a trip to Vegas. He went on neds and was soon undetectable and the next time we saw each other I didn't hesitate to let him fuck me. It all changed again a few months ago my dad was going to ve on a trip to L.A while i was going to be there on business and thought it would ve nice to surprise him as my son was coming with me as a graduation gift it should be even better as they had never met. When we got to the house my dad was staying he actually answered the door in only a towel and was indeed surprised to see us. Though he happily invited us in. As I introduced my son my dad let the towel fall loose revealing his body. He is in his mid fifties but has the body of a man half his age.with toned muscles and tanned skin. His most distinctive feature is his cock even semi hard as he was it was distinctive. It's long a bit over twelve inches but thin just a bit thicker than one large magic marker and when it was hard i was very very hard and veiny. My son actually blushed a little seeing his grandfather like that but he also could keep from looking but then neither could I. Dad was happy to see us and said it was a good surprise but when I reached down to play with his cock when we hugged he stepped a back and said we needed to talk. I asked what room my son would have and sent him to find it so dad and I could talk. Once alone I could see dad was uncomfortable. After a few minutes he told me thjs wasn't just a normal business trip for him in fact wasn't about business at all. He told me that he had stopped his meds just over a month before and had come to L.A to see how many guys he could breed and knock up. So far in the week and a half he had been in town he had already bread 7 guys and he even had another that was going to be coming over very soon that's why he had just taken a shower. I was more than a little shocked not only of what he was doing but his he was so calm and straight forward about it. Getting HIV had always been my biggest fear I had always gone to any length to be safe onmy letting a handful of men i really really trusted fuck me bareback even though I love it. Unfortunately I had a bad reaction to prep so I still had to use condoms almost all the time. That men were not only not worried about it but would come to my dad knowing he would poz him was shocking to me I couldn't imagine doing that. After we talked a bit more I went to find the room I'd be staying in and my son and I decided to go out to dinner so that dad would have the place free for when his friend showed up. We had a good time and I even told my son what dad had told me about why he was in town and I coukd see my son was as shocked as I was. But we were both tired for the day and flight and needed to go back to dads place for some sleep we had been gone for a few hours so we figured dad and his friend should be done by then. When we got there we saw we were right the man who had been coming up to the house was gone but we saw another guy had come over and was kissing dad on the couch. I didn't get a great look at him but coukd see he was young nearly as young as my son and very handsome in a fem way and I couldn't believe a guy like him had come to my dad to be deliberately pozzed The room I would be staying in was right next to my dads and as I was settling into the bed I heard my dad and his most recent friend go into his room. The rooms walls were just thin enough that I could hear almost everything. My dad is always very vocal during sex and so was his current playmate. As I lay there listening I found myself getting hard and I don't know what I found hotter the guy begging almost bleeding for my dads toxic seed or hearing my dad telling him what he was going to do to him and found myself jerking off as I listened. I ended up cumming as I heard my dad tell him to get ready for his load and shot a huge load same time as dad did. The next day we spent some time together and my son started ti get to know his grandfather but that night we had to make ourselves scarce again as he had another friend comming over. I again found myself listening through the wall as I heard him poz the third guy in less than two days and again I couldn't help bet jerk off as I listened. But this time as I fell asleep I found myself thinking about it being me he just cummed in The next morning when I woke up I was still a little groggy and was stretching out on the bed when I heard my dad in the next room he was asking if someone was sure this is what they wanted I heard a quieter voice murmer something in relpy. I was surprised he had had another friend come by so early but felt my cock start to get hard as I got ready to hear my dad knock up another guy. I started to rub my cock as it stiffened waiting to hear them begin when I heard a gasp telling me dad had as usual just jammed his cock all the way in from the start then I heard something that made me freeze. Through the wall I heard " oh fuck grandpa that hurts" I couldn't belive what I was hearing my son is gay sure but he had only done anal once and that was just a short time before with a guy he knew very well being scared of STDs was one of the main reasons he hadn't done more and here he was letting my poz dad fuck him. When I realized what was happening i got pissed and was starting to get up to stop them when I heard my dad start to co.fort him and I froze again. And just listened as dad went from comforting to the more aggressive man I knew I knew i should go stop them what my son was doing would drastically change his whole life . But as I heard him start asking dad for more and harder I realized I wouldn't try to stop anything. This time I couldn't just sit in my room and listen I had to see what was happening so I left my room and walked to my dads door. The door was open and I saw them on the bed their backs were slightly turned from me but I could see my dad behind my son who was on his knees his face pressed into the mattress and dad was delivering hard long strokes pulling his long cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in hard. My son was moaning softly and grunting while me dad was becoming more vocal. He has always been into talking dirty and degrading the guys he fucked. As I stood there watching he was calling my son a little fag and bitch among other things. I kept rubbing my cock as i leaned against the door watching them fuck l. After a few minutes my dad told him he was about to cum and would knock him up. For sure I expected my son to panic at that point and ask him to stop or pull out instead he practically begged for my dad to poz him. Then with a load grunt I coukd tell my dad had stared to cum his dick buried deep in my boy tight ass and I saw my son staring to cum hands free at the same time. Part 2 coming soon

There are all kinds of permutations of relationships, and particularly in our corner of the gay world. The mores, habits, arrangements, lusts all have to be put in their proper order, according to each guy's honestly-felt needs. The only way to achieve this - and thus a loving, satisfying relationship is to honestly talk with each other (meaning sex, or any other facet of life) - and build the relationship on that "rock" of trust. Cheating is a fickle flower - it's fun for a while, and while the bloom fades, there needs to be something concrete to offer a firm footing to the relationship, and it just ain't sex. I think each guy in an "open" relationship gets a lot from the relationship, when it's founded upon the rock of honesty. More, while relationships mature, they also often bend to accommodate new inclusions in that relationship. Sometimes, one of the partners can't handle some new arrangement, and that's a real shame, but in order for the relationship to progress, both men need to be flexible, not frozen in what was good years prior. That applies to a lot of things: mortgages, locations of where to live, and more thrilling sexual agreements. So what's the common denominator? Caring about the other guy enough to keep him apprised of what's happening in one's life - regardless of what that "thing" happens to be. Love is as precious a gift we can enjoy and celebrate in our lives, as I saw/see it, and working to achieve it doesn't mean it becomes cast-in-concrete. Lust is a wonderful human capacity, trumped (and do excuse the usage) only by real love. Point: Just be honest with people you truly care about and love. Fuck all the others (literally).

Last night, and then again this morning. my FB is headed to Mexico for a week. He's Bi and on the DL, so i suspect he and his friends will hook with women while there. We've evolved over five and a half years, this last half year he's become top versatile. Really an interesting journey for me, i love him, so i've been fucking him each time we get together this year, which is about 4x a week lol... and somehow i still feel like i'm a bottom. i think my topping is more of the sub part of me than it is about me having much top in me, but i love the obvious pleasure it gives him, and i don't breed him so there's that. And it always ends with Him breeding me. Something i've noticed is the more he seems to like getting fucked, the more voracious of a Top He becomes when we always finish with Him breeding me. It's almost like He is trying to prove or hang onto something... idk, but i love him and the experience either way. By no means anything close to a traditional relationship... and i doubt he even considers it a relationship, but that doesn't matter to me, we both accept the other as we are and we do have a sweet connection. And, i am very cum filled right now and need to go work on caulking some windows.

My senior year in high school, after I had completed football season, I started working for a steak house as a dishwasher and quickly moved into the cook position. I was 6’ 185lbs and cut due to playing sports throughout school. Aside from weights, I ran for cardio every day, ate a high protein low carb diet, and had a fast metabolism to match my raging hormonal sex drive. It had been out of control for years. I knew I was gay from a very early age and actively sought to satisfy my appetite. I would sneak into the ABS and bathhouses around town. Always plenty of men wanting to suck some young jock cock or get fucked in the video booth at the ABS, or guys who looked to play in the sauna, sling room, or video room at the bathhouse. Primarily a top, if the guy was hot and in college, at the time what I considered an older man, I would open my hope. One on one was fine, but group fuckfests with others watching was always better. I loved being watched and it was easy to draw a crowd. I would hang in the video room at the bathhouse and get blowen by guy after guy. If I was in the mood, I would flip them over and fuck their ass and then watch as another guy would clean off the cum from my cock after I had cum in the first guy’s ass. By the time I was heading to college I had racked up more guys than I could count and along with it, numerous trips to the public health office for testing and meds for STIs. I had quite the record. One day a new hire came to the restaurant. He was the son of a friend of one of the managers. He was a crazy stud. He was a wrestler at a neighbor school, 5’ 10” about 160lbs, blonde, blue eyed, zero body fat, drove a pickup truck, smirk on his face, wore tight cloths, he knew he was hot. He exuded animal lust, a walking hormone. As the weeks passed he flirted with everyone – male and female. He didn’t care. In the kitchen galley he would lift his shirt to show his six pack abs, with a light tan treasure trail leading down the bulge in his pants. He had no problem showing the other cooks his monster cut cock which leaned slightly to the left with a short crop of blonde hair framing his meat. He was very proud of his physique and his cock – no doubt the envy of his peers in the showers after practice. He had a swagger that screamed stud. Others who knew him said he wasn’t a tease, that he was a hormone for anyone who wanted to service him or allow him to top. A fuck was a fuck. He was a young man’s man. Running parallel to all this was my gay stud uncle. Thirteen years older than me, he was a bronzed 6’ 1” 195 lb muscle man with jet black hair, perfect v shape, small hips, big chest, muscled legs, former Army infantry man who lived within a mile of me. When other men in the extended family were having a beer, he would be drinking whiskey. He had a series of cars and motorcycles: Harley, Corvette, pickups. He regularly went to Los Angeles and San Francisco for vacation. His home was always open to me along with his weightroom in the basement. The room was equipped with a bench, free weights, pull-up bar, and mirrored walls. One afternoon, after working out, while my uncle was at the store, off the weight room, behind a locked door, I discovered a dungeon, porn mag covers posted on the dark walls, with a fuck bench in the middle and sling in the corner. I had used them both at the bathhouse and had become accustom to grabbing the guys by the hips as I rammed by cock mercilessly up the anonymous dude’s ass until I unloaded and then went downstairs to the shower and sauna to clean up and get ready for another round. Seeing the sling in the room off the weight room sent my mind into overdrive. I began to picture to sessions of my stud uncle railing the dudes. It immediately got me hard. I stripped, foisted myself into the sling and put my ankles in the straps moving my hole into a perfect entrance position. My heart pounding, I quickly moved out of the sling and shut the door, not wanting to get caught by my uncle in his dungeon should he unexpectedly return. While I was 18, he was 31. My body was still developing, his was in prime form. The smell in the room told me it was regularly used. By the worn feel of the room, I had no doubt that the guys he railed had shot their load all over and the leather and it was well lubed with cum. I noticed a camera attached the ceiling. Not wanting to get caught, I climbed out of the sling and exited the room cautiously, locking the door behind. I went back upstairs, changed my cloths, and waited for him to return. Not long after changing, he returned, I thanked him for the use of the weights and then left. The thoughts, however, continued to invade my mind with vivid images of the pleasure-fest luring my fantasies.

originally married to women, my husband and I (over 25 year together) made the transition from Mono to “together 3-ways” to eventually fully open and even have had some poly experiences. We were fully monogamous for 4 years and had tons of sex (in our 20s and early 30s) — we happened into a 3 way and after crying about it — admitted that it was HOT and we’d be open to it again as long as it was “physical only” — we have had and continue to have amazing sex, but we have always worked to put our primary relationship first (time, romance, care and finances) — Today we share a bottom boyfriend (he lives with us), we all 3 fuck or date whoever we want on the side, but generally speaking the only rule is ‘we support each other’s happiness and take care of each other above anyone else'

This is a fiction section, right? This story begins about 10 years ago. I've never been good at picking up girls, or guys for that matter. So, when my recent virtually sexless, long-term relationship ended, I was looking for something simple, easy, and no strings attached. I had never had any sexual encounters with men, at this point, but I had enjoyed some gay/ts porn. it wasn't a completely foreign idea for me, and it was beginning to look like a less complicated and easy way to get laid. So, at this point in time I've been sex-starved for as long as I can remember, and still reeling from breaking up with my ex, so it wasn't long before my curiousity had me signing up on a few online hook-up sites. I was also incredibly worried about running into somone i knew, so I was looking for guys 40 or older to avoid friends or acquaintences around my age. I quickly realized that most people loved 'chatting' about what they wanted to do or what you were interested in, but rarely would anyone follow through to meet. I did understand it was an easy forum to lie about yourselft, but I was very naive about how easy it was to take a poz load without knowing. As with most younger people, I was a bit insecure about myself from a physical standpoint. At 5'6" 150-160lbs, I wasn't a hard body, but I was by no means hideous. i've always looked quite young for my age. Even though I was 25, people rarely thought i was older than 19-20. I had dark hair, blue-eyes and a pretty clean-cut look and style. I guess I gave off an impression of being innocent from my looks and mannerisms, but it wasn't a completely accurate representation, beyond the fact that a 25-year-old has a lot to learn. What began as a novelty, quickly grew. Within a month I had joined three online sites. I really enjoyed looking at the pictures and reading the profiles, but I remained hands-off, otherwise. Slowly, i started to contact profiles I found interesting. I quickly realized people like to talk about meeting and never actually meet - even if interested. I was quite anxious about having my first experience. By this point, I've been fantasizing about it nearly everyday. After a couple months, I finally found somoene interested in meeting. He was tall, a bit gawky looking and had a 7inch average width cock. I was rock-hard and oozing pre-cum as i sucked on his cock - I enjoyed it much more than having my own cock sucked. Beside the fact it was my first gay experience, it was pretty basic. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom, and i replied that i'd like to feel it without one for my first time. He ate my ass a bit before sliding inside me. He was careful, because he knew it was my first time. I enjoyed it but I did not stay hard as he fucked me. I was too focused on the first cock spreading me open. It felt really good, but i forgot to get myself off. As he got close, i asked him to tell me when he was cumming. I couldn't feel it inside me, but when he pulled out I loved the warm sensation as it seeped out over my balls as i lay prone on my bed. While it was enjoyable, I felt a bit short-changed. My thirst was not quenched, you could say. I was still a bit scared about hooking up with random men, though. Shortly after that first experience, I will admit to flaking out on a hook-up. His cock was really big and i was a bit scared. It's unfortunate, because he's one of those guys i'd love to hook-up with now, but the bridge was burned a long time ago. Shortly after this I began chatting with a nice guy in m4sn. I cannot remember his exact age, but he was 15-20 years older. He had blue eyes, a shaved head and a toned body that requires dedication to a gym. We talked about the normal stuff trying to see if our wants were complimentary. I was a bit in disbelief such a hot guy was interested. I was not out-of-shape, but I wasn't toned either. As i said before, i was a bit naive about online hook-ups. He mentioned my profile said 'anything goes.' I had no idea what some of the terms meant beside their obvious dictionary meaning. I mentioned that I was quite new to all of this and asked if I had misunderstood something. He told me he wasn't 100% sure of the meaning either. we chatted some more about what we would like to do. I said i was only interested in bottoming and that I didn't like kissing, and he was vers but did not mind only topping. he asked if i had ever been tied up, and if i'd mind having my hands bound. I said that sounds like it could be really hot. His profile also mentioned 'anything goes' as a preference. He listed himslef as negative, but for using condoms his respons was 'no preference.' As we chatted, he also said he was disease free. I don't think we ever chatted about condom use. I was too distracted. He was very sexy. We planned a hook-up after chatting for a while. He lived in A^2/Yspsi area, so it was a very short drive for me. I was extremely nervous. My heart was racing the entire drive. My cock was rock hard and I wouldn't be surprised if I had a wet spot on my pants when I entered his apartment building. A quiet, unassuming and niver person opened the door. We awkwardly chatted in his living room, until the conversation lead us to the bedroom. He asked me if I wanted to be tied up, and I siad yes. I quickly shed my clothes and hopped on his bed. He sat down next to me asn asked if i was experienced, and whether I preferred to use condoms. I said that I had very few experiences and that i prefered my partner to use a condom. I joked that my reasoning was because it felt the same for me either way. I obviously told a little white lie. I had only hooked up one time, and i asked him for fuck my bareback. I genuinely wanted it bare my first time, but i was way too scared to make it a regular thing. In my mind, i decided i would use condoms after that initial experience. As he took off his clothes, i noticed he has a large tattoo of something on his upper body. At first, i didn't try to recognize what it was. Soon, i realized it was a very large scorpion tattoo. Although i didn't say anything, I thought briefly thought about what it could possibly mean - quickly shrugging off the obvious as paranoia. During this short conversation, he pulled out some rope and lube. I got into position on my back with my arms bound by rope to each bedpost. He positioned himself between my legs pressing his hard cock between us. i could feel it's warmth as i lay acrose my once-used little hole. He slid it slowly up and down between my crack sometimes pressing it against me with more force - it felt amazing. This went on for a while. I was looking up at him with my arms tied, enjoying everything he was doing. He then grabbed some lube and put some on a finger or two and started working them into me. I was very inexperienced and even one finger made me hurt a bit. I still hadn't completely relaxed when he started to push his unlubed cock into my little hole. it hurt quite a bit, and he didn't even get inside me. I told him that he needed lube. I was a little scared, since i was tied up at this time. He grabbed some lube and put a liberal amount on his cock - probably too much, but good for a beginner. I didn't even think to ask him to put a condom on, even though we had just talked about it. At some point while he was fucking me I asked him not to cum inside me. He push my legs back as far as they could stretch and slowly pressed his thick cock into me. It wasn't huge, but it was a nice thickness and length. It was a perfect cock. i loved the shape. the head was a bit larger, and it was really hard. I definitely like the harder ones more than the big spongy ones. It hurt quite a bit. I thought it was be easier the 2nd time, but i guess he was alot thicker than the first person i hooked up with. He slowly slid the full-lenght of his cock in and out of my aching asshole. i was starting to get worried that this was going to be all pain. We were staring into each others eyes most of the time and i was getting a much better look at his tattoo as he hovered over me. I started to finally relax after a minute or two of slowly taking his the full length of his cock. He must have noticed a different look on my face, as i started to enjoy it. He quickened his pace a bit, and i started to really enjoy it. The countour of his rock hard cock felt amazing. Then he slowly leaned down toward me and we started kissing. I wasn't sure i'd like it, but it was nice. He asked why i kissed him if i didn't like kissing. i said that it felt good while being fucked well. He continued to fuck me; playing with my cock. Keeping me hard was not difficult. After a while he force my legs further back and in the air and started pounding me. I had never been fucked like this before, and i was really enjoying it. He was ramming his thick cock into me as hard as he could and looking into my eyes. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. Soon he let my legs down and re-lubed my cock and played with it as he fucked with good pace from his new position. My body was so overstimulated, i wasn't going to last long with him playing with my cock. I was pulling with quite a bit of force on my bidnings. I felt my orgasm rising as I tried to prolong the build up as long as I could. Soon I started cumming. It was so strong and lasted for so long, that at the peak i started to see bright lights in my vision. It may have only been a few seconds, but it felt like a minure or more of my cock convulsing and cumming. He kept stroking me as i came. i couldn't stop the overstimulation. I thought I was going to pass out. I can only assume he knew i came - it had to be obvious. There were rope marks etched into my skin from how hard i was pulling on my bindings. Not long after i came, he told me he was ready. I asked him to pull out and cum on me. Unless he had cum previously, i'm fairly sure he did as i asked. I felt his warm streams of cum lace all the way up my chest. I still remember him looking down and saying something like, "Well, looks like we need to clean you up." I used his shower and coudln't believe how loose and open my hole was. It was incredibly hot to the touch and felt like it couldn't be my body. We chatted again not long after this meeting and scheduled another 'playdate.' However, when i showed up for our 2nd meeting, he was not home. in hindsight, i think he felt guilty aobut not telling me his status. i didn't understand. we had a great time, and we both were interested in meeting again. I drove home a bit disappointed. I caught up with him online and he said he was sorry and that he'd like to meet, if i was stil linterested. After probably the best orgasm i will ever experience, i was willing to look over some minor problem, LoL! We arranged to meet again, and this time he was home. As we got to the room, i mentioned the fact that i didn't get to suck on his cock last time. He thought that was amusing. we both got onthe bed and started to suck on each others cocks. I really liked the taste of the pre-cum oozing from his beautiful-looking cock. Being inexpereinced, i couldn't deep-throat him, while he could swallow my entire length in his warm mouth. His above-average length made it difficult. After a bit, he moved me into position to be tied up, like last time. He had upgraded his 'rope.' These new binding were something from a sex shop and not a harware store this time. it was much softer. He was a little less concerned stretching me out as he worked his cock into me a little quicker this time. again, i was a bit worried about it feeling being painful. I think he was really getting off on breaking me in, because as he quickened the pace he stopped and was a bit worried about cumming too soon. I'm still not sure if he came in me while fucking me either time. Like the previous time he got me off while pounding my tight little ass. it felt so amazing again, although not as powerful the first time. He kept pounding away at me as i stared into his eyes and at his tattoo - still not knowing what it meant. He had a look on his face that reminded me of someone who has done something wrong, but hasn't been found out yet. I don't know if he asked me where he should cum or if i asked him to cum inside me - either way, i probably would have, if i didn't. I could tell he was getting close and i tried to squeeze his cock with the rhythm of his forceful fucking.... Soon he was pressing deep inside me as he came. I loved it. A while after that, we hadn't chat or hooked up. i did receive an email from him. I had come home fromt he bar in an inebriated state and was a bit surprised by the content of the email. he said that he was poz and had never done anything like this before etc etc... i deleted the email and it became a lost drunken memory. I also lost he password to that account and it's associated online profiles on the hook-up sites. I still didn't learn about biohazard tats and the like for many years. Something clicked a while back and realized i was likely stealthed 10 years ago. I have no idea if the current drugs that are so effective were available in 2005, let alone if he was on them. a few years ago when i realized all of this, i was very anxious about it, but i have never been tested. now, i don't even think about it. Before i had sex with men, i never use condoms with girls either, so I guess i am not surprised i like raw cock. If this fictional story sounds familiar and you lived in fictional ann arbor/ypsilanti in 2005 - look me up, fictionally.

Set up an early load this morning, one of my tops texted me at 530 this morning that he needed reluef and when I woke up to text him back. I woke up about seven this morning and I automatically check my private chat to find that request. I wrote back to him ‘Don’t you work this morning’. He said he partied too hard last night and asked me how soon I could be there. I told him I just woke up and I needed to shower and he told me not to bother, ‘Just get here asap’ he’s about 20 minutes away. I threw on my shorts and a T-shirt and headed out the door. When I got there the front door was unlocked which is typical when he expects me. I made my way up the stairs to his bedroom and found him lying on the bed with a few pipes laying around. Next to him on the bed was younger guy sound asleep, obviously too stoned to awake. Cum was dripping from his hole and he looked well used. He told me to get up on his workout bench and assume the position. He took a big hit off of his glass pipe as the smell filled the air. He has a nice thick 7 inch cock that always makes me moan. The guy on the bed woke up a little bit and looked at me very blurry eyed as I could tell. My top mounted him and basically ignored me as he entered him and started to pump. The younger guy probably in his 20s moaned as he pumped his hot little hole. at this point on Jupin for my little cock as I’m watching them fuck him and wondering why he invited me over as he finished off with a huge load of cum in the guys ass. He climbed off him and walked over to me taking another hit feom the pipe and following up with poppers. He got hard again within a minute and I knew he was getting ready to fuck me with that dirty cock dripping with cum and obviously other fluids on it lol. He got up behind me and pressed his cock against my hole. I asked him for some lube as he usually puts it in my ass, or gives it to me to finger into my ass. ‘Not today’ he said popping it into my hole. It was already well lubed from fucking the other guy all night. He went in balls deep and reached around and put the popper bottle in front of my nose. Of course I booked backwards and started riding. The cock like a dog in heat, unloading a hot thick load inside of me. He finished off telling me how tired he was and that it’s been a long night. He laid down in bed as started getting dressed dripping from my hole. He looked at me and with a stern voice told me not to get dressed and to get into bed with him and his friend. i’m going to post a part two of this because I feel like it’s already too long. I’ll do it tomorrow.

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

(Continue) Catching a breath, they returned, each hard body glistening in the light. My uncle now sat on the sofa, legs spread with his dark tan meat, dripping precum, beckoning my lips. I knelt and stretched wide my mouth to receive the gilded shaft and as I did I felt the blonde stud begin to enter my loosened hole for the spit roasting. The hung young tan stud worked its way into my hole and then began to work my open chute. As he began it was clear he had experience beyond his years. His wrestling taught him how to wrestle pigs and make them squeal. As he skillfully worked my hole he reached out to my uncle for a high-five. Feverously pounding my ass he heaved a grunt and filled my hole with his hot young jock seed. As he did, he continued to breed me deep. It was time for him to return to the front. He pulled out and moved to the soft. I began to clean him off and as I did, my uncle return to piston my ass and work the gobs of cum with his monster cock deeper into my worn hole. I could hear the sound of air popping as his cock enter and exited my ass. The longer and more intense the fuck, to sorer my ass became. Finally, he thrust forward and unleashed a geyser of hot jizz deep up my hole. I exhaled and as I did the cum began to drip out my ass and onto the carpet. My uncle shoved his cock back in my hole and as he did he leaned over and tonged the blonde stud whose cock was still in my mouth. After a moment, the young studs dick erupted, this time filling my mouth. Both holes were full as we all we spinning.

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

(continued) Holding the bottle up to my nose I took a hit in both nostrils and then passed the bottle around. High on poppers and whiskey we went into the front room. I began to kiss my uncle as the young stud knelt and began to service us both. This was obviously not his first rodeo. He expertly worked his tongue and fist on our cocks. After a few minutes I lifted him up and as the three of us where kissing I felt my uncles finger begin to massage my hole. He spit in his hand and then he slowly maneuvered his finger into my hole and began to loosen me up. After working three fingers into my yearning hole, he shifted and began to play with the blonde’s perfect ass. Our bodies craving more, he motioned the two of us to the couch, and as we moved to the other side of the living room, he went into his bedroom, his perfect hairless muscle ass shifting side to side, and quickly returned with a large bottle of lube.

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

Chapter II. I couldn’t stop thinking about these POZ guys from my past. The more I thought about how the virus had changed each of them, the more I wanted to play together with them all again. I couldn’t help but feeling sort of sorry for Karl, the one guy who had not moved to NYC and was likely to live out his years free from allowing himself to be a cumwhore. I hadn’t been getting a lot of dick lately, and thinking about those hot POZ guys got me horny. One night, after reading some sexy stories and cruising hook-up sites online, I decided I’d be a bit naughty and check out the scene at a DVD store in midtown. I’d read stories online about video arcades and gloryholes, but I’d never actually been to one. I sort of knew what to expect. I paid a really cute skinny guy in a booth a few bucks and headed down a dark hallway lined with doors. I could hear moans of men fucking on the videos, and moans of men fucking in the booths. I found an empty booth and went in, dropped a few coins into a slot, and flicked through a few channels until I found a video of a guy in a sling surrounded by bearish tops getting ready to fuck him. I unbuttoned my pants and started jerking. After a minute or two, I heard the door to the booth next to mine open. I heard coins plinking, and a movie clicking on. Only seconds later, I saw a beautiful white uncut cock slide through a hole in the wall. Must have been seven inches long, going back to a tuft of chestnut brown pubes and a huge ballsack. I instinctively knelt down and started tonguing that cock. I loved blowing a total stranger. It made my dick drip to think about swallowing this guy’s load, or maybe even letting him fuck me bareback. I swallowed him to the balls and kept my mouth there, allowing him to fuck my throat through the wall. As he pounded into my mouth, I could feel my throat producing lots of spit and he was drooling precum, as his foreskin worked back and forth . I loved not knowing his status as I gulped down his juices. My stranger picked up his pace and then suddenly pulled out of the hole. I heard him bend down and whisper through the hole, “Show me your ass, faggot!” I followed directions and stood up and spun around as fast as I could. I pressed my ass against the cold sticky booth wall, where countless other whores had done the same thing. I shivered thinking about the STDs that had probably been contracted through the wall. I felt a beardy chin scrape against my ass and a warm, wet tongue glide over my ass. This guy chomped down on my ass, chewing and gnawing at my ass, before I felt his fingers start to play with me. His wet digits went into my ass very smoothly and I could feel myself loosening up for him. He withdrew his fingers and I felt an emptiness that was replaced right away by and damp cock. He slapped against my hole a few times and sank the head of his dick into me. I didn’t check, but I am sure he was fucking me bare. I felt like such a slut! My stranger slammed into me a few times, but never deeply. I guess the wall was preventing him from entering me as deeply as he would have liked because he pulled all the way out. “Open your door man, I’m gonna fuck you good!” I scurried over to the door to allow him to enter. I unlocked it, and saw a flash of skin come back through the gloryhole. I was confused until I realized this dick was cut, and shiny from being in someone else’s hole. While distracted, my top stranger entered and relocked the door as he forced my face down to suck this new strange cock. I swallowed the new dick, savoring the taste of some whore’s ass juices on a bare dick. He must have been topping someone bare but hadn’t finished. He was much thicker than the first dick, and I had to stretch my jaw to swallow him down without my teeth gnawing into him. My top thrust into me, causing me to gag on the cut dick in the gloryhole. He must have liked that because he did it again a few times. With no wall between us, he was able to get really deep inside me. I reached down to jerk my dick, and play with his balls. I felt his cock entering me and confirmed that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Even though we were in the same room, and I was giving myself to him raw, I hadn’t seen his face, and he hadn’t seen mine. I didn’t know his name and hadn’t even seen his face. I only knew I wanted and needed his dick. My fucker plowed me for no more than four or five minutes, holding my head down on a strange cock, until he quickened his pace and he trusts became erratic. I knew he about to cum in me. I reached back to hold my cheeks apart for him as he slammed into my ass and began shooting his load. He grunted and moaned as he bred me. That sound got the other guy off and he started cumming hard in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but he came so much it was dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. I pulled off, but he kept cumming, shooting cum right into my eye. I closed my eyes hard, trying to keep them from stinging and was disoriented as my top stood me up to mash his bearded face into mine. He licked the cum out of my eye and off of my chin. When he had tongued the cum from my eyes, I opened them to see a familiar face. It took me a second before I realized it was Karl, the guy from the five-way orgy who was now married and living in the Midwest somewhere! Karl recognized me right as I recognized him and staggered a bit. I felt his load trickling out of my ass as he stood there and chuckled. He shook his head, eventually smiling. “I knew I’d run into someone I knew in a place like this…” I smiled and told him it was my first time. I’m not sure he believed me. “You wanna go grab a cup of coffee and catch up, or you wanna stay here and take some more loads?” I was going to agree to a coffee when he smiled and pointed back at the gloryhole. A new olive-skinned uncut dick had appeared. “Up for sharing this one?” he asked. I smiled and knelt down to gobble it up. Within a few seconds, we were alternating blowing and licking as we kissed across this guy’s thick juicy cock. Karl managed to swallow the whole length better than I was, so I figured out he hadn’t given up cocksucking forever when he got married. He was even fingering his hole as he deepthroated! When the olive dick was good and wet, Karl stood up and backed right onto it. This guy had enough length that he didn’t have a problem getting deep enough to enjoy himself through the wall. Karl rode that dick until he had had his fill and pulled off. He guided that slimy cock into my bare hole and I backed onto it. It went in easy, with all of Karl’s load already lubing me up. I felt almost ripped open as he pounded away. It hurt like hell, but felt so good. “Let me have his load, man! I don’t get many loads where I’m from!” I obliged and pulled off. Karl sank back down on that dick and groaned. We kissed hard as the guy through the wall pounded away. He was shaking the whole partition as he got closer to cumming. “Give it to me! Fucking give me that seed!” The man wasn’t holding back and shouted back, “If you want my dirty seed, you’re gonna get it!!!” Karl froze as he heard those words, realizing that the dick in his hole was probably POZ. But it was too late to do anything about it, and the guy fucked his load into his ass. I made out with him hard as the guy finished off and Karl stood up slowly. My fingers found their way to Karl’s stretched out hole and felt the POZ top’s load already starting to ooze out. I flipped Karl around and dove into his hole, working that toxic seed in and out of his ass. When I had a mouthful of cum, I stood Karl up and fed it to him. The door must have been left unlocked, because I heard it creak open. Standing in the doorway was Pete, Karl’s ex-boyfriend, nude, with a towel draped over his shoulder. He was jerking his monster cock smiling at us. “Hey there strangers. Want to stay here and fuck around, or take this party back to my place?” Karl and I were all over him. Karl kissed him as I knelt down and took his POZ dick in my mouth. I was ready to let Pete breed both of us, but he pulled me off of his dick. “I have a better idea. Let’s see if we can recreate some magic that happened a decade ago… Let’s go back to my place and see if I can invite some friends over…” Without hesitation, we got dressed and headed back to Pete’s place. To be continued.

Anon sex is the best sex IMO. Understall & gloryholes are perfect for me. If I haven't swallowed a load or got bred, I'll be rather picky on who I'll have sex with in terms of looks. However via gloryhole or understall I'll gladly take any hard cock given to me. Trying to setup a time to fuck with someone takes too long. It's easier to just go to a random hookup spot, and get some action there.